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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Study Date (poly! Veronica Sawyer x reader x Jason Dean)

Description: you have a study date with your partners Veronica and JD

A/N: I rewatched Heathers again and got this idea for a fic, and although I'm pretty convinced this is super crappy I figured I might as well put out some sort of content

Warnings: smoking, dark humor

"Ugh, this is so boring," you complained as you watched Veronica review over her notes in preparation for an upcoming test.

"It's math, it's not supposed to be exciting," she responded before flipping to another page.

JD chuckled, observing the two of you before pulling a cigarette from his coat and going to light it.

"Jason, you can't smoke in here!" You scolded as you snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

He frowned before picking up another one. "Why not?"

"Because this is my house, and if my parents find out they're going to be pissed. Now give me your lighter so you won't be tempted." You held your hand out, gesturing towards the lighter he was holding.

He let out a small laugh, assuming you were joking before he realized you weren't. "Aw, come on, you can't be serious."

"I very much am, unless you want to explain to my parents why their house smells like cigarette smoke. Now hand it over."

Veronica held back a laugh as she watched JD reluctantly give you his beloved lighter.

"Thank you, very much," you said as you tucked it into your backpack.

"Well, now I'm bored," JD commented.

"Maybe if you pulled out your textbook and studied for tomorrow's test you wouldn't be," Veronica suggested as she held up her book.

"I don't need to study, I'm sure I'll do fine," he said as he tapped his fingers on the table. "Man, I could really use a smoke right about now."

"See? He's taking the same test we are, why doesn't he have to study?" You asked as Veronica took your copy of the textbook out of your bag.

"Because he's a delinquent who gets himself in trouble on purpose, that's why," she said while handing it to you. "Here's your book, now study."

"This is lame," you mumbled as you sunk down low in your seat.

"Tell me about it. If I had known things were going to be this boring I would have found somebody to piss me off so I'd have an excuse to fake a suicide. At least that would excite me," he joked.

You laughed loudly before seeing the look of judgment on your girlfriend's face. "Ahem, I mean, that's not funny JD, shame on you," you fake lectured while he snorted at your antics.

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes before tapping on the textbook in front of you. "Study."

You crossed your arms over you chest and huffed. "But I don't wanna. Can't I just study later?"

"Study later- the test is tomorrow! How much time do you think you're going to have between now and then to study if you wait?"

You shrugged your shoulders, your boyfriend letting out an amused chuckle as you did so.

"I mean, she's not wrong," he pointed out.

"Oh, shut up JD, you have no room to talk," Veronica huffed, JD holding his hands up in surrender as she did so.

"Why is this so important to you?" You ask as you watch her furiously scribble in the margins of her textbook. "You've never been that much of a stickler when it comes to grades before, so why start now?"

"Because-" she sighed, setting down her pencil, "-when we graduate high school I'm probably going to move somewhere else to go to college, and I don't want you guys to get left behind. That's all."

You and JD shared a look. You'd never thought of it that way before. I mean, sure, Sherwood wasn't the worst place in the world, but it certainly wasn't the best either. The thought of you and JD getting stuck there, barely scraping to get by while Veronica was off seeing the world sent a shiver down your spine.

"Alright, fair enough." If it really meant that much Veronica that you study, then that's what you'd do.

Her face softened into a grateful smile, watching as you opened up your textbook to the notes page. She reached her hand across the table and set it down on yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Thanks, honey. I really appreciate it."

"Just know, I'm only doing this for you, okay? There's literally no one else in the world that could convince me to do math homework for them."

Veronica let out a small chuckle before turning her gaze to JD, who had stolen back his lighter and was casually smoking a cigarette.

"Jason!" You exclaimed, reaching over to snatch it from his mouth while Veronica laughed.

{Divider by: @celcero}

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rip-quizilla · 1 month

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We Could Be Beautiful: Dead Girl Walking

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

🔹An AU in which you and Eddie are both actors in a community theater production of Heathers: The Musical🔹

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: Just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a while. This will probably become a series of short blurbs within this AU, taking place between the auditions and the cast party following the final performance of the show.

Tags: mutual pining, unconfessed feelings, allusions to sex, passing mention of suicide (pertaining to the plot of Heathers), references to Heathers: the Musical, song lyrics

If you’d like a visual for the scene described from the original musical, click here

🔹divider made by @k1ssyoursister 🔹

You took your role as Veronica’s understudy seriously.

You’d copied down every stage direction, every line, every director’s note- you’d made sure you were prepared. Now, the ultimate test would determine just how prepared for this you really were.

Barb, the actress playing Veronica, had warned you that her sister might go into labor early, and that had been exactly what happened. That meant she would be in the delivery room on opening night, and every program in every audience member’s hand would have a little insert with your picture on it, alongside your name followed by “-will be playing the role of Veronica Sawyer.”

Already, you had managed to make it to the first quarter of the show. “Beautiful” had gone without a hitch, and you’d gotten through “Fight for Me” without your voice cracking. But next was “Dead Girl Walking,” and you were just about ready to fling yourself in front of a bus. Or drink some drain cleaner.

You hadn’t rehearsed this song with Eddie yet; you knew the words, knew the blocking, knew exactly which note you were expected to sing and every riff you had to hit. But standing behind that velvet curtain as you waited for your cue, you were practically on the verge of a panic attack. When you finally had to enter the stage, you channeled it all- the panic, the nerves, the terror of what comes after tonight.

I need it hard

I’m a dead girl walking

I’m in your yard

I’m a dead girl walking

You’d watched him sing this song with Barb so many times, and each time you’d wished it was you- now, you had your chance.

Sorry, but I really had to wake you

See, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘til I break you

Tonight I’m yours,

I’m your dead girl walking

Get on all fours,

Kiss this dead girl walking

You knew Eddie’s wide, wet eyes were those of an actor. The eyes of JD as he watches the girl of his dreams. Still, the heat and want you felt right now wasn’t Veronica’s- it was purely yours. So you let it feed Veronica’s words as you held his face in your tender hands and told JD the things you wished you could say to Eddie.

And you know, you know, you know

It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful

You say you’re numb inside

But I can’t agree

You were the one in the blue blazer now. Tonight, he was your JD, and you were scared shitless that when your lips hit his in a stage kiss that was supposed to have so much fire it set the stage ablaze, it might feel a little bit too real.

So the world’s unfair

Keep it locked out there

In here it’s beautiful

Let’s make this beautiful

Eddie- JD- gazed at you with all the wonder and adoration of a man on his knees for a generous god. His head shook gently, bewildered by his luck as he delivered the next line. “That works for me.”

Then your lips were on him, and for a second you let yourself pretend he was kissing you back and not Veronica. His mouth was warm, his hands hungry as they roamed over your clothes and subtly squeezed until you felt your blazer’s polyester pucker.

When you pulled away for your high note, you gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but truth looking back at you. That fire you’d been feeling all this time was reflected in his eyes tonight. Sure, maybe it’s the stage lights. Maybe he’s just a really good actor. Maybe you’re fucking obsessed with him- but whatever it was, you felt wanted in those eyes. So yeah, you let yourself believe it. You let the script burn you alive.

Full steam ahead,

Take this dead girl walking

Let’s break the bed,

Rock this dead girl walking

You were drunk on the awe in his gaze, the way he looked up at you like he wasn’t sure if you’d really just barged in through his window to ride him until he was a broken mess, or if you were a fantasy his mind had conjured to fuel his desire to belong to someone who would cherish all he had to give.

Again, Eddie was a talented actor. You knew that was his interpretation of how his character felt about your character. Still, you let yourself fall into the script as you straddled his tense, shirtless body, his abs crunching under the blue stage lights in a way that made you salivate. You wondered what your spit would look like on his skin.

You were far too horny to be professional. At least you weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t remember your blocking.

No sleep tonight for you,

Better chug that Mountain Dew

Your heart fell into your core upon hearing Eddie’s whimpered ‘okay, okay’ in character, needy and submissive beneath you.

Get your ass in gear,

Make this whole town disappear

His eyebrows pulled together, voice stronger and raspier as it ripped from his chest. ‘Okay, okay!’ His fingers snuck underneath your skirt, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your ass. You wished it was real.

You eyed him like a predator eyes a kill, determined to stay in his head until he needed you for real. You ran your palm over your cheek, brought your other hand up to fist in your hair, and pretended both hands were his.

Slap me,

Pull my hair,

You grabbed his wrists forcefully, bringing them up one by one to grope each of your tits.

Touch me

There (left tit)

And there (right tit)

And there

To punctuate the final syllable, you couldn’t stop an involuntary writhe of your torso into Eddie’s hands as he grasped your white button down (which was actually a snap-up) at the chest and pulled hard, simultaneously pinching your nipples through your bright blue bra and ripping open your blouse to showcase the swell of your chest for the whole audience to see. You didn’t notice them, though- you noticed the way he looked at your chest like it was the second coming of Christ. You witnessed that fractional widening of his eyes, the way he was entranced by every move you made as you writhed in his lap.

And no more talking

Love this dead girl walking

Eddie’s voice was lightning in the wake of thunder, bright and jagged and beautifully raw with power as he crooned a harmony to your lead as the song drew to a close. This song wasn’t an easy one to sing; had you not been so distracted by how it felt to have Eddie’s hips between your thighs you might have been nervous that you’d flub your high notes- but you didn’t. In a moment of sheer improvisation you did what just felt right, and that meant grabbing Eddie by hair at the base of his neck and wrenching his head back as you rolled your hips into his.

You knew your blocking was to arch your back away from him, but instead you brought your face close enough to his that it’s possible his mic picked up your perfect, clear falsetto as you pleaded, ‘Love this dead girl walking’ with the cadence of a lover asking, begging their beloved ‘don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop’. Eddie’s eyes registered your improvisational choice, and maybe you imagined it but behind those big brown button eyes he seemed to come alive with you, sitting up even further and digging one hand into your soft, hot skin while the other flexed against the stage floor to keep him balanced. His little ‘whoa, whoa, hey, hey, yeah yeah’s were short and breathy, sounding more like moans and whimpers as he rolled the sturdy bones of his hips into you as you matched his rhythm.

If you closed your eyes, you could pretend. If you didn’t have blocking to follow, you might have kissed him again, might have bitten his lip, might have reached for his belt buckle with reckless abandon and let a summer’s worth of pining win over in your mind. Instead, you channeled that passion into the way your hips ground into him with the fervor of a woman with nothing to lose.

Together the two of you finished out the song with heavy breaths and belted lyrics. You writhed. He thrusted. ‘Love this dead girl,’ your voices intertwined in a desperate dance for release from the tension between you that, at some point, had grown thick as two oak trees planted near enough to forget where one ends and the other begins.

‘Yeah!’

Your hand on his chest splayed out over faded ink. Your hips swiveled against his groin.

‘Yeah!’

His hand fisted in the plaid fabric of your skirt. That wasn’t in the blocking- had they added that? Was this improv?

‘Yeah!’

Using the grip on your skirt, he tugged you further into him as his hips bucked up just enough to bounce you on his groin and shake your exposed cleavage. Without thinking, your hand flew into his hair, grasping the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck and tugging sharply back. You weren’t supposed to do that.

‘Ow!’

It wasn’t supposed to be a moan, but that was definitely what you would call the sound you pulled from Eddie’s mouth. A soft yet sharp, breathy moan that existed somewhere in the valley between pleasure and pain and definitely sounded more sexy and less funny, which is how it was supposed to sound. You saw Eddie’s eyes go wide as he too came to this realization.

No matter; if you played it off, no one in the audience would know the difference. You let go of his hair and flung your hand into the air above you, reaching for heaven and belting out your last ‘Yeah’ into the stage lights that lined the rafters above you. Your back arched, and you felt one final push of Eddie’s pelvis into yours, weaker this time as he too came down from the endorphins that ravaged every thought in both your mind and his.

Taglist (people I've been talking to about this since the idea spawned): @ghost-proofbaby, @the-unforgivenn, @munson-blurbs, @hellfire--cult

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #jason dean #eddie munson #Spotify

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youaintnothinbuta · 6 months

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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.

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starletdawn · 3 months

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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!!💗💗

#jd x you #jason dean #heather mcnamara #jason dean x reader #jason dean x you #christian slater #heathers #heather duke #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #jd heathers #fluff #oneshot

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tonixe · 1 year

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"Only for you"

n.o.t.e.s - BRO, HE IS SO FINE, also altered timeline not cannon to the movie.

w.a.r.n -📓 Nsfw, dub-con, penetration, p in the v, fingering, bathroom sex, and protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🔪 Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

You were the rival girl of Heathers, especially Heather Chandler. You were prettier, smarter and better dressed her not to mention the better attitude

It was a slap on the face for Heather, you shared 2 classes, and every time you walked past her, you can see her turn red just like her ribbon. You held your tray with whatever they served at lunch, the lunch ladies were nice to you, due to your good attitude and smile. You manage to get something much better than the school served.

Walking by Heather's table, where they sat near the jocks as they start catcalling you. You walked to the back of the cafeteria, where Martha's 'dump truck' was sitting, you did get some eyes from the whole cafeteria.

"Can I sit here?" you asked as you flashed her your signature smile.

The cafeteria went silent, as you heard whispering. Martha was shocked by what you said, she looked around to see if you were playing a cruel joke on her.

"No jokes, just friendship" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cocking your head to the side.

"U-um, s-sure!" she said quietly.

You sat down, and as you started eating your lunch, "Why sit in the back of the cafeteria, you don't get to see the action" you said, looking up from your tray.

"Nobody likes me, so I just resort here" she muttered. "I get it" you responded, biting into the sandwich.

You looked up, trying to find something amusing to take about with your new acquaintance, your eyes landing on a black-haired guy, sitting conveniently in the back as well. Wearing a trench coat over his clothes oddly enough.

As you brushed your fingers together on your tray, get rid of the crumbs off your fingers. "So who's the hot kid there" You pointed at him, winking at him too.

He waved to you.

"That's Jason Dean, he's been here for 5 months, not much new" she responded as ate her lunch.

"Gosh, how was I ignoring a hottie," you said

"He used to date, Veronica Sawyer" she piqued, "Oh really, I guess he's single right now," you declared, you got up from your chair leaving your lunch behind, walking towards the suspicious hottie.

"I guess you're the infamous Jason Dean" You place your hand on the table, cocking your body to the side.

"-And what do I owe you, wonder girl" he responded with a smile.

"More than what you think, if I could join you in what you doing," you asked him, butterflies were swimming in your stomach, you never really had this moment before even with the jocks that try to pin you to your locker.

"I should have brought you a throne" he teased, he combs his hair back with his fingers.

You laughed at the comment, putting your face in and your palms. Dipping your head towards Jason. "Are you single currently?" you whispered, you glanced back to see the Heathers and Veronica looking at you and JD.

"No, not currently you asking?" he responded, his eyes checking you out.

"Yea, how about a little date at Kekes" you proposed, "A cutie like you, should already have a girlfriend and maybe have a chance with getting laid with me" you whispered, a Cheshire cat smile spreading on your lips.

"Oh, who knew wonder girl was so dirty" he gave you a smirk. "Truly, I am" You fluttered your lashes at him.

"Never knew," he whispered.

"So..what you have next period, Jason"?" you prompt, your head on your palm, pointing at him with your manicured nail.

"Math, how about you" he leaned back to the wall, he brushed his hair back, crossing his arm with a playful look.

"Same, maybe we're in the same class" you chirped.

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

"Welp, hopefully, you can come to our date," you took some paper and wrote your number down on it, passing it to him.

"See you later" You gave him a wave, walking out of the cafeteria for your next class; you purposely swayed your hips when you were walking out, wanting him to look at your ass.

You were leaning to the side of the diner, blowing puffs from your cigarette. Placing the cigarette between your lips. Crossing your arms as your leg supports your balance.

You weren't surprised to see Jason or JD walking up to the diner; you blew the smoke out from your lips. Leaning off the wall, finishing off your cigarette.

Walking towards him, "I guess you really did take the bait" You flashed him a smile. "I mean, how could I not with the wonder women of our school," he answered, putting his hand on his chin, cocking his head to you.

"Especially with the offer," he said as he walked into the diner; you followed, "I said you had a chance," you asserted. "Besides, you're cute," you murmured.

"I'm what?" he teased, holding the door.

"Just buy me a coke, jackass" You walked inside the diner. "Yes, princess," he walked into the diner.

After you guys get situated at your table, you want to make this date last forever in his mind; maybe he was one of those guys that got obsessive. A waitress passed by as you looked at the menu, rubbing your foot over his leg up to his thigh. You shot him a sly smile, "I'll get a rusty burger with fries" you said, giving her a grin.

"I'll just get a Diet Coke" he answered, looking straight out at you, as you rubbed your foot closer to his groin. "Your not hungry?" you piqued, biting your lip.

"Nope," he answered; he popped the p. "Why not" You rubbed his leg more, looking through your eyelashes, fluttering your eyes. "Just not hungry when you here," he winked at you.

"You're a sly dog, you know that." you blinked, prompting your hand on your palm.

"Wanna do something fun, Y/N?" he gave you a smug grin at you, "What do you mean?" his idea peeped your interest, "Something that sped up the process, why sit here and wait when he can do something fun" he grins.

He got up from his seat, grabbing your hand from the booth as you followed him to the bathroom. "What are you doing" you questioned, "Something fun" he opened the door, pulling you inside.

Before he pinned you to one of the stalls' doors, " You're really that needy," you bit your lip. "After pulling that stunt with me under the table," he panted, his forehead bumping into yours.

You felt his boner on your pelvis and his breath on your cheek, making you feel yourself becoming wet. You hated how he made you aroused, it was supposed to game for you to win, but he was slowly winning you over. You felt him grabbing your chin, "Don't get shy on me now, wonder girl," he snapped at you; he snuck his fingers down to your thigh, dangerously under your skirt.

His hand inches away from your panties, and you felt your breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Wanna live up to what you said earlier" he whispered in your ear, slowly sliding his fingers into your cunt.

Your pants becoming heavier, feeling his finger pumping into you. "Eager aren't you" he whispered.

Moans escaped your lips as you felt your nipples becoming hard in your bra. "Gosh, I would never know someone like you would enjoy this" he pumped his fingers into you faster, plunging them.

You clasp your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. "Don't be like that; I wanna hear you; I want this whole fucking diner to hear you," he whispered, thrusting his finger into you.

"Haah-" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy, "God, your pussy is tightening around my fingers." he mocked, taking his fingers out of you.

He licked his finger in front of your red face, you panted "Why" you muttered throwing your head to the side pissed off.

"So I can enjoy you all to myself," you turned your head back, seeing him holding up a condom. "Your seriously going to fuck me in a bathroom," you muttered, your cheeks stained red.

"Yea," he responded; you heard him unzipping his pants, you glanced to see his dick, and you were shocked at how big it was, making you wetter by the second.

"Turn around," he demanded

You obeyed, turning around and placing your hands on the stall as you felt him lining into your wetness. Your nipples were hardened against your bra, moaning against the friction.

You were startled as you felt him thrust into you; it was painful, tears building up on your lash line, biting your lip. His dick was splitting, you open, and you enjoyed every minute.

Thrusting inside you, feeling him in places you didn't even know existed. "Haah," you moaned, and you arched your back. You felt his hand on your chest, pulling up your shirt and bra in one motion.

His rough hands groped your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. "F-fuck...Jason," you groaned out. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a heavy kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring your mouth. You withdraw from the kiss for oxygen as you pant out. His thrust getting sloppier inside. "We should make quick" He lifted you by your waist, his dick still inside you, "Jason wait-" You were cut off by his dick going into you farther; you moaned loudly.

"J-Jason, im close," you panted, "God, me too" he thrust into you a few more times before you cummed on his dick; he thrust into you a few times from spilling into the condom. Some of the cum in the condom dripped onto the floor, and he placed you on the stall wall. You panted out; your face was still red.

You glanced back at Jason, zipping himself up and throwing out the condom. "Fuck you," you muttered, juices dripping down your leg.

"Your moans said the opposite," he whispered; he put your panties into his trench coat pocket.

You were too tired to argue, and sweat was glistening on your body. "I'll be outside, waiting, wonder girl" he slapped your ass, leaving you in the bathroom.

"Bastard," you muttered, dropping onto the bathroom floor, your legs giving up.

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #heathers #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you #jason dean smut #jason dean heathers #heathers 1988 #jd x you #jd x reader #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #heather duke #heathers the movie

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oh-goddess-of-chaos · 1 year

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⠀ 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 yandere!jason dean 𝒙 female!reader

「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 in which you try to break up with jason dean, but you find that doing so is a lot harder than you anticipated.

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 man-handling, murder / death, manipulation, toxic / abusive relationship, unconsensual kissing, threatening, swearing, generally psychotic behavior, implied / referenced stalking, general yandere themes.

「 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 」 1.2k

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this one's a bit on the shorter side, but it was fun to write!

"You killed her."

Those were the only words you could think to utter staring at your deranged ex-partner. "You fucking killed her, didn't you?"

In spite of your current rage and distress, all J. D. could seem to do was offer you a devilish grin and a smirk. "Well, I wouldn't say killed her, just... I put her out of her misery, is all. Charity work, really."

"You did it. You murdered my best friend. Do you think this is a joke?"

"Well, it is quite funny, if I do say so myself."

You weren't quite sure what you were feeling at the moment. Anger was one thing, but heartbroken, too, for you had lost the person that was closest to you.

And yet, your inner turmoil aside, you felt a terrible, terrible smile slither its way across your face - a not because you were happy by any stretch - the situation you found yourself in was by no means one that'd cause you any feelings of joy - but simply because you had no idea what else to do.

"She was right. I should have stayed away from you. You're not a rebel. You're fucking psychotic."

"Well, you say tomato, I say 'to-mah-to'."

You grated your teeth together. "Just get out, J. D." You were much too tired to play any of J. D.'s mind games. You just wanted him gone. And for a moment - for one beautiful moment - he seemed to consider doing what you asked. But, alas, he was never one for folding so easily.

"No."

You drew in a sharp breath. "Excuse me?"

J. D. took a step closer to you. You held your ground, hoping to give off the impression that you weren't intimidated by what he might do; you knew he had a loaded gun on him, and his unpredictable nature didn't ease your racing heart.

"I'm not leaving, and you can't make me."

"J. D., this is my house."

"Well, technically it's your parent's home, and I doubt you want to get them involved, unless you'd like two more of your loved ones with their brains blown out."

You stiffened, your throat tightening up. Upon your lack of a response, J. D.'s mouth curled into a wicked smile. "That's what I thought. Now, how about we both go out to 7-11 and grab a couple of slushies?"

J. D. outstretched his arm in order to grasp your hand, but just as your fingers brushed, you jerked backwards. J. D.'s smile faded.

"Y/n - "

"I'll call the cops - I'll fucking call the cops on you, J. D.!"

J. D. raised an eyebrow and began nodding. "The cops?" He inquired. "Tell me, when they arrest me, do you think they're going to ignore the fact that you somehow knew for a fact that I killed Heather, Kurt, and Ram? What proof do you have that doesn't incriminate yourself? What will you say when they ask you how you know it's me? You wrote the letters."

"Yeah, well I didn't murder people!"

A strangely exuberant laughter escaped J. D.'s lips. "You didn't, did you? Then you didn't give Heather that mug of liquid drainer? And you also didn't shoot Kurt?"

You paused briefly, thinking of a quick defence. "Well I didn't know that was the wrong cup! And Kurt - I was just so shocked - "

J. D. took a step forward. You took a step back. J. D. grinned. He continued his approach until you inevitably collided with the wall, letting out a small gasp. "Admit it, Y/n!" He trapped you with his arms. "You say I'm evil, but look in the mirror! We're the same! We both do fucked up shit, and we like it! I saw that look on your face when Heather died. You were glad."

"We are not the same. I did not want them dead. Whatever you thought you saw in me when Heather died, it wasn't there. You're delusional, J. D. Now, I'm calling the cops, so don't even try to - "

"You can't call them. You know that. The moment you do your parents would be dead - and, besides, you know you couldn't pay to have a lawyer send me to jail. I know your parents wouldn't be able to afford it."

He was right. And you hated him for it. You didn't even ask how he knew your family wouldn't have sufficient funds - at this point, you'd be surprised if he didn't know something about you or your personal life.

"Well, I'm not coming with you, no matter what you'd do. I'd rather - "

J. D. didn't allow you to finish, forcefully swallowing your words with the press of his lips. The kiss was anything then what it should have been - it was greedy, feverish, demanding. You didn't have so much as a moment to breath as J. D. devoured you, leaving you terribly, terribly breathless. His icy fingers tug into your skin, surely leaving bruises, and you shuddered at the feeling of his wandering hands along your exposed skin.

J. D.'s kisses now were not what they once were. A million years ago, they sweet and tender, a warm interlocking of souls on a cold winter's day. They were beautiful and wonderful and tasted of nothing but kindness and thoughtfulness. But this one was nothing like the ones you'd experienced in the past. It was hungry, rough as J. D. pressed you plush against him, searing as opposed to warm, poisonous as opposed to tender.

It was after what could only be described as an eternity that J. D. pulled away, staring at your dizzy self with a satisfied expression upon his face.

Because, at last, here you were, like a bird with clipped wings, caught in J. D.'s trap, the one you'd unknowingly watched him craft bar by bar.

You froze as you felt two arms slither around your waist, firmly pulling you to J. D. He liked you like this - he could practically smell the fear radiating off of you, and it was intoxicating. Neither slushies nor cigars could compare to the high he felt from your presence.

"You're not leaving. You can't. And, besides, I'd kill you if you did." He let out a satisfied sigh. "I worship you - can't you see that?" You shivered as J. D.'s warm breath tickled your ear. "We were meant to be, darling. There was a reason we met... you were made for me."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as J. D. slowly let you go, grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. You naturally diverted your gaze.

J. D. grabbed your arm and squeezed it tightly, causing you to let out a small yelp. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you obliged, your stomach knotting when you caught the dark glimmer in J. D.'s eyes. It was then that you knew - knew that you'd never once be free again, knew you'd be forever bound to J. D.

"We're going to fix this fucked up world together, Y/n."

#jd #jason dean #heathers masterlist #masterlist #jd x reader #jd x you #jason dean x reader #jd fanfic #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you #yandere jd #yandere jason dean #heathers 1989 #heathers #heathers x reader #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #xreader #jason dean fanfic

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deaddrcrow · 1 year

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I made this because like I can’t be the only one right 😭😭😭 cool female protagonists and their hot killer boyfriend that dies in the end

#heathers #veronica sawyer #jd #jason dean #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream #sydney prescott #jason dean x reader #hear me out #scream meme #heathers memes

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y3s-i-am-a-fish · 2 months

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Is the heathers fandom still alive?

#heathers #heathers the musical #jason dean x reader #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heathe

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trancylovecraft · 3 months

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Headcanons for Yandere JD from Heathers the musical?

(HEATHERS) YANDERE! JD x READER: Headcannons

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BARISTA'S NOTE: Damn, If it wasn't for my girl Yuno then this bastard would be the poster boy of the yandere trope. tHIS SHITS CANON. FANDOM: Heathers the Musical

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Come again soon!

Okay, JD, This maniac.

I headcannon JD to be an Obsessive, Possessive, Violent and perhaps even a bit Manipulative and Delusional.

Obsessive in the way that its.. Well, It's JD! After a life of moving from place to place after his mothers death, He's become lonely. So when you come into his life, Willing to cure that ailment, JD is instantly all over you. He's not really obsessive about you, But the idea of you if that makes sense.

Possessive in the way that it ties into the last point, You're his only source of social interaction. You're his only friend and JD is not going to let anyone take you from him. You're HIS, Not anyone elses.

Violent in the way that JD get's absolutely livid if you do try to leave him. I mean, He tried to blow up westerburg for fucks sake! He's unstable and will get real volatile if you do try to get away.

Manipulative in the way that JD plays to your emotions. He'll make you feel guilty over the people he's killed, He'll make you feel like shit for trying to leave. Perhaps he'll even get you to assist in these murders, JD loves you but you must understand that this is just how he shows his love!

And Delusional in the way he believes that the entire world is against him, That it's all evil. But not you, You're an angel! You're the good in-between all the dirt, That's why he loves you so much! You can do no wrong in his eyes, Even if you do get a little bit confused sometimes..

I can see JD falling in love with you in a few ways.

The first is where you're an outcast like him, A social loner who doesn't really have anyone to talk to at break times. You're nice but you're quiet, Keeping to yourself.

I can see JD latching onto you after a single interaction. Maybe he drops something and you pick it up for him, Maybe you lend him a pen during class. Either way, It's the single domino to the catastrophe that will come later.

The second way is where you're popular, Really popular. So much so that you're part of the Heathers. Maybe you and Chandler have a history and that's why you're with them, But either way you follow beside her as one of the queen bee's in school.

But you're not mean, You're kind. Maybe you welcome JD into the school once he joins, Maybe you just say hello to him in the halls everyday. And this is enough for him, He becomes infatuated with you.

I'm going to go with the second option.

So you're a heather, You go to parties, You date, You do all the stuff a heather is expected to do. But it's not your style, You're only with them because Chandler was your friend growing up and you were hot enough to stay with her in the group.

But you make do. You're nice to everyone you meet, That's more your speed. You lead the student council, You organise school events and you make sure everyone has a good-time.

It's a good change of pace from all the stuff that comes with The Heathers. You have a decent life and it's future is looking pretty bright, With your good grades and status as the student council leader, You're destined to get into a good college.

Until JD turns up at the school.

It's pretty rare to get a student show up half-way through the year, And it'd be a pretty stressful time too. So you make sure to search him out and welcome him in here with open arms, You would've wanted that if you were in his scenario at least.

So you search him out, Helps that you and him share a class together. And before the bell rings, You find him early in his seat just getting ready for class.

And you walk up to him despite his rather cold demeanour, You introduce yourself to JD anyways and ask him how his first day was.

And JD is shocked.

Someone as pretty and popular like you greeting him? And in such a kind way? JD is at a loss for words, He's not usually welcomed with such warmth on account of his "bad-boy demeanour" and tendency to avoid crowds.

So when you welcome him to the school, Ask him how he's settling in. JD can't help but answer with a witty remark as an instant way to try strike up conversation.

And even though it doesn't last long due to the bell ringing and you needing to sit down and do your work, JD certainly can't take his mind or his eyes off of you. Looking at you more than the work in front of him.

He's the kind of yandere that gets interested fast, Not needing a second interaction to spike his interest. JD can already tell that you're perfect, An angel in your own right. He doesn't need any more confirmation.

Afterwards, Yeah, He's hooked!

After that, JD starts to follow you around just far enough so that you don't notice him. In school or out of it, He's just got to know more.

He eventually learns where you live after he follows you home one day. He learns what you like, Who your friends are. Your favourite flavour, If you have any pets or whether you drink coffee or tea.

Its all so perfect to him.

You start to find little gifts in your locker, Maybe a box of your favourite treats or even a flower that you're particularly fond of.

You of course, Being a heather means that you get a lot of attention from both guys and gals so receiving these things in your locker is not uncommon. Therefore you just go about your day, Maybe eating the treats of placing the flower in a pot.

JD begins to get violent, His tendencies starting to kick up. Anyone else that tries to ask you out, Anyone that you may sleep with, Anyone that you even just talk to gets a beat-down from the man himself.

I mean, How dare they try touch you? JD is by no means deserving of you and he knows it, But that doesn't mean everyone else is entitled either.

JD certainly tries to hang out in spots where you usually go just for the chance of seeing you, To maybe start another conversation with you.

By now you've definetly heard of what JD's been doing. Beating people up, The rumours spreading around about him. It freaks you out, Especially since a lot of the victims were your friends.

So you avoid him, Not wanting to anger him.

You know that JD is probably troubled. He's outcast with low social skills, He's joined the school half-way during the year and he's violent. You've heard the type and realise he probably has some home issues.

But you're not an adult, You're not professionally trained. You're just trying to get through high school, So you have no way to help him. It's not like you could get him any help, Westerberg is not known for it's counselling and you're not his friend so you don't think it's right of you to find him some.

JD for one, Is irked.

He doesn't deserve you in the slightest. Among the filth, The cruelty and the evil of the world you are the angel above them. JD is no better than everyone else, But he's certainly trying his best to get your attention.

He knows he'd be good for you, He knows he'd be the only one who'd be able to keep you away from all the dirt.

JD just wished you'd listen.

So he's gonna make sure you hear him now.

It's a completely normal morning, One day when you walk into school you're instantly bombarded with the news of a body being found in the ditch by the school.

You're horrified as you learn it to be one of the people you talk to often, Sometimes before and after class and within the hallways.

Its even worse to know that the body was mangled so viciously that the police suspected that it was a wild animal like a cougar that got to him, All before figuring out that it was a murder.

More victims pop up over the next few days, More and more bodies pile up. You're terrified, Horrified as they all were people you very much knew.

The next few weeks are tense and distrustful amongst the student body. You as the student council leader should know, As the majority of your school events have been closed due to safety reasons.

Somehow the school has been kept open despite all the victims being apart of their student body. Something about education reasons, You remember one of your teachers saying something about being too far into the school year.

People don't walk alone in the halls, Everyone looks behind their back. Everyone is suspicious of everyone, Mostly because nobody knows if the culprit is one of them.

Parties have started to die down. Not the crazy blow-out ones that you and the rest of the heathers go to, No, The people hosting them are too stupid to do so. But the ones with more common sense decide to just stop until all of this is over.

More and more bodies start to appear, One per week was the current rate. There have even been bets in your school to see who would be next, People rounding up the money. Its disgusting, It horrifies you.

Students have been instructed to walk home in groups. You comply as you walk home with Duke, Chandler and McNamara. You wanna stay safe, You wanna make sure you and your friends get home safe.

All until one day you enter your room, Greeting your parents at the door and going upstairs to your quarters. You only see that your bedroom window is cracked open before you hear the scream of a door slamming shut.

You near get whiplash from looking around so quick, Eyes widening as you stare dead at the face of JD standing in your room Blocking the door.

You can barely scream before he is on you, A hand covering your mouth while another snakes around your waist to form a twisted mockery of a lovers hold. All the while he tells you "It's just him!" "It's gonna be fine."

It certainly will not. Keep in mind the only interaction you two had was months ago, The rest was him beating the shit out of your friends. So you're horrified when he talks to like he knows you..

Thats when the realisation hits you.

You instantly start kicking and screaming in a desperate attempt to get out of his hold. JD tries to calm you but you do not listen anymore, He is the murderer that was terrorising your town.

Once you bite his hand and it relents, You beg for him not to kill you. You cry and scream for your parents, For him to let you go, For you to live!

JD doesn't understand why you're struggling so much, He knows he's not worthy to even touch you but he shouldn't be viewed like this! He should be your knight in shining armour.

JD knows that the people surrounding you have made you like this, Which is why he grabs the nearest blunt object, A lampshade, And bashes it over your head.

You instantly fall unconcious, If not too woozy to know what the hell is going on. JD catches you before you fall to the ground, Almost seeing it as a romantic gesture.

By now the commotion has alerted your parents, So JD throws you over his shoulder and makes his way back out through the window. Neither of you seen, No witnesses found.

This starts the domestic stage.

You wake up within an abandoned cellar. Its dark, Dusty, Cold and grotty. Spiders being common, Other invertebrates even more so.

The only things in there consist of debree, A makeshift bed of old blankets, A small box containg your belongings (And ones you dont remember keeping) and spiderwebs.

You try to get out but the old trapdoor keeping you in was in suprisingly good condition, And you had no tools to help break it down.

Its only hours after you've given up trying to break down the door, Huddled in the corner with your old dirty clothing does he finally appear.

You found out that he's keeping you in some old abandoned building outside of town that he so happened to have the key for. JD tells you that its not permanent, That he'll take you back once you've realised how shoddy the world is.

You of course, Are strong-minded and refuse to play in. But you can't fight back, Can't escape so all you can do is bide your time..

JD still goes to school to avoid suspicion, Making sure that nothing leads back to him. The outside world has deemed you a body they've yet to find.

When he comes home he always brings you your food and sometimes he brings you a gift too (Something that may help you escape). He also brings you a bunch of spare clothes too.

You're unable to shower since there is no running water anywhere, Your only source of hydration being the pack of water bottles JD brought for you.

JD only comes to see you before and after school, Him going home to sleep and him being in school are the only times he's away from you.

Whenever he is with you though, He keeps rambling on and on about his own plans. How horrid the world is but how amazing you were, Almost worshipping.

He also likes for you to give him physical affection, Him laying his head on your lap is a big thing for him. He'll force you to accept it too, Despite profusely apologising the entire time.

If the topic of another man or woman you particularly like comes into play, JD will instantly darken and get violent. He doesn't like it when you bring up someone other than him, You're his angel, Not theirs.

JD is unstable and might even strike you across the face for this, Not in control of his own actions. But straight afterwards once he sees you crying on the floor in pain. He instantly goes into hundreds and hundreds of apologies, So very sorry for harming you.

He won't forgive himself either, How dare he lay a hand on you?

If you do ever give into him fully then you will be let out of the basement. JD will forge a plan that would make it seem that you were held hostage/attacked, Lost and dazed (Depending on how long you were in there). Westerberg's police, Being underfunded as they are will not look into it.

You'd probably get back to school with a shit-ton of empathy and the man who found you, Now boyfriend, Hanging on your arm with a triumphant grin.

The only way I see you escaping this is to do what Veronica should've done and drive the fuck over to Seattle, Change your name and general appearance and never show your face in Sherwood again.

However if JD does catch you then its going to be messy. This man's violent tendencies will go on overdrive, He'll scream, Cry and may even kill you out of sheer unstable anger.

Of course if he does, He'd never forgive himself. So much so that he'd feel like joining you..

Overall he's JD. Yandere posterboy. Good luck with him!

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suicidalslasher · 2 years

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Veronica: Do you want to talk about your emotions, (Y/N)?

(Y/N): .... No.

Jason Dean, in the background: I do!

Veronica: I know, JD.

Jason Dean: I'm sad.

Veronica: I know, JD.

#JD x reader #JD x you #JD x y/n #incorrect heathers quotes #veronica sawyer x reader #veronica sawyer x you #jason dean x you #jason dean x reader #jason dean x y/n

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little-bumblebeeee · 8 months

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JD WITH A READER THAT GETS JEALOUS PLS !!!!!

JEALOUSY - JD x GN!reader

Short lil' blurb. No use of pronouns or Y/N, no explicit sexual orientations, mentions of food but no eating, not proofread. Sorry this took so long, not doing too well :)

Yeah, he's kind of a loner, but he's a pretty loner. People like Veronica Sawyer stare, and you have nothing against her but damn does she make you made sometimes. She doesn't know about you and JD, neither of you are popular enough for your relationship to get around. But that doesn't mean you don't get angry when you see JD at your usual corner table, sitting alone with a book as usual - except he's not alone. He's talking to some girl, and she appears to be flirting. Yet he's smiling slightly, not brushing her off. "So are you free tomorrow night?" The girl asks him.

And JD says yes. He said yes and now he has plans with some girl! So you sit down like nothing happened and place your tray down. It's not like you were planning to eat it anyways, school food is absolutely disgusting. What your focused on is your boyfriend, who looks up at you with a smile, acting like nothing happened. But did anything happen? You can help but wonder if you're just overthinking it. Either way, you still have to know.

JD seems to notice somethings up. "Is something wrong? Kurt and Ram give you trouble again?" He asks. You sigh almost dramatically before looking up. "Who was that girl?" You ask softly, trying to be subtle yet he still picks up on it. "She's my lab partner in science, she was asking if I'm free to meet her in the library so we can finish the project. If you wanna come, I can pick you up" He offers, gently taking your hand. It makes your heart beat a little less hard against your ribcage and you're finally able to take an actual breath in through your nose.

"No, I was just wondering" You say as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He smiles at you and wraps around your shoulder. "You know you're the only one for me. You're all I can trust" He says, the look in his eyes so sincere you can't possible overthink it. You open your mouth to apologize for being so possessive, but he seems to know it's coming. "Don't you even apologize. It's normal, it's good. It means you love me" He says gently.

"And I love you too, just so you know" He adds with a smile, nudging you slightly before going back to his book.

#heathers #jason dean #jason dean x reader #freeze your brain #veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heathers x reader #gn reader

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slasherscream · 11 days

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Just rewatched Heathers and I'm Feral and In Love, what do you think of poly!jd/reader/veronica where all three of you are down to murder some people then go cuddle after the adrenaline rush dies down

“JD, do you always have to be so damn rough with them?” Veronica sighs, watching JD wipe a smudge of blood from your face with a rag.

She buys soft ones on purpose, because like she said, he’s always too damn rough with you.

“I’m not being rough! Am I being rough with you, darling?” JD asks you, pausing in his pursuit to clean you up.

“I don’t know why you’re even asking me. You just want to bicker with each other, doesn’t matter what I say.” You tease them both.

“We do not want to bicker!” Veronica gasps.

“Yes, you do.” You say.

“Do not!” Veronica says.

“Do too!”

“Seems you’re the one who wants to bicker with us, darling.” JD grabs you by the chin, turning you so you’re looking at him instead of Veronica.

“Do-”

“-Not?” JD finishes, smirking at you.

“Whatever.” You laugh, trying to push him away.

“Aren’t they just irresistible when they’re being bratty, Veronica?”

“Absolutely adorable.” Veronica quips, crawling into your lap.

#bee blurbs #jd x reader x veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer x reader #jd x reader #jason dean x reader #heathers imagine #something small sorry for late reply nonny but we got there eventually

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movieexpertlvr · 20 days

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗ

Summery: reader try’s to break up with JD…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵒⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ, ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ʲᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵈᵉᵃⁿ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

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“Jason get out of my room!” You shouted at him frantically however his smirk and calm demeanor not dropping, “Y/N you know you don’t mean that your just upset when you calm down you’ll ring me and tell me to come back you always come back darling“ he says walking over to you with his hands on his pockets and that sarcastic 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 grin on his face. “n-no! Not this time Jason go away y-your dangerous you k-killed m-my… some one I’ve known for years!” You say cowering back a bit “see you can’t even call her your best friend darling she was horrible to you so so horrible and I made her go away, for you” he sweetens his voice at the end which almost gets you but you back up. “No! No no no! Get out get out I don’t want you here!” You say starting to cry and throwing a plushie at him from your bed, he smirks and takes the plushie smelling it “it smells like you darling” then leaves through the window taking it with him. You knowing he took it as a sure fire way to make sure he sees you again on the off chance you don’t fold and call him.

A few hours go by and you just lay in bed and cry you cry because your boyfriend is a killer but also because you still love him and wanna be with him in spite of that what does that say about you does that make you as bad as him, but was it wrong she was a HORRIBLE person who made the lives of so many miserable so maybe he did a lot of people a favor and maybe if he promises never again than you can still be with him and not hate your self, you don’t know though your head and logic are taking you one way but your heart and loyalty for JD is taking you another.

During the mist of all of this your mom had come in your room and found it smelling of cigarettes and as much as you tried to convince her you weren’t smoking she would believe you and grounded you making you go to your grandmas so you’ve been gone all weekend with no reconciliation with JD. But much to your suprise when you come into your room back from your grandmas JD is there which takes you back a bit, “what the hell Y/N where have you been I called your room phone but it was disconnected I tried to come by and you weren’t here any of the times” he says this with a panic in his voice so much paranoia and you can sense that he’s trying to keep his control so badly and he comes up you grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hard and roughly his arm wrapping around your body and this kiss feeling very demanding and desperate. You try to pull away put he just tightens his grip on you making it clear your not going anywhere and eventually he lets you go for air but keeps holding onto you and brushes a hair out of your face. “Your not leaving me I don’t know what or who is in your head making you want to abandon me but no, I won’t let you.” He says the end with such seriousness which the rest like paranoid question statements and you take a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and brining both hands to his face “please JJ calm down what do I always say?” You calling him JJ immediately calming his exterior and he sighs “in through the nose put through the mouth” and you knod “I’m not going anywhere but you need to promise me you will try to control your emotions no one’s gonna take me from you I’m all yours”.

“Honestly I just get scared I’m gonna loose you and I guess some of the stuff I do can be a bit extreme but I would never ever hurt you and I don’t want you to think I’m a monster” he says and honestly you’ve never seen his gaurd down like this and you tuck a peice of hair behind his ear “your not a monster JJ you just…don’t see a place for the bad people in this world which isn’t really wrong it’s just complicated” he knods and picks you up laying down on your bed and laying you on top of him.

“You always come back daring~ never leave me again”

#jake sully #jason dean #jason dean x reader #jd #heathers musical #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #heathers 1989 #heathers #veronica sawyer #jd x veronica

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youaintnothinbuta · 10 months

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OKAY SO I WAS THINKING JD X READER WHO HATES HIM AT FIRST BUT ENDS UP FALLING FOR HIM? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE LOVE YOUR WORK BTW💗

“I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Summary: you and Jd are partnered for a school project.

Pairing: reader x jd

Word count: 896

Warnings: fluff, probably spelling mistakes/typos

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“Get a load of this. I got paired with trench coat kid for our history assignment. Kill me now.” You ranted, joining your best friends in the hallway, walking to the cafeteria.

“Trench coat kid? Ouch.” Jd pretended to be insulted, accidentally bumping into you in the cafeteria. Your friends continued to your table, you glaring at them as they left you with Jd.

“God, why are you so weird?”

Jd flashed a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I prefer fascinating.” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes, "fascinating. How very.”

Undeterred by your dismissive attitude, Jd continued, “Look, I know you don't like me, but we're stuck together for this history project. Can you quit it with the Heather attitude just while we have to work together?”

You sighed, realizing he had a point. As much as you disliked the idea, you were a straight-A student, more or less, and this project wasn’t going to change that. Besides, at the very least, you’ll get to hang around some male company that isn’t Kurt or Ram for once. “Fine,” you grumbled, “but don't expect me to become your new best friend or anything.”

Jd grinned. “Fair enough. Let's meet up at the library after school, and we can start working on the project.”

You gave him one last look, before pushing passed to meet your friends at your table.

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After the final bell rang, you made your way to the library. Jd was already waiting, sitting at a table near the back. He had his nose buried in a book, seemingly engrossed in its contents.

As you approached, Jd looked up and smiled warmly. “Glad you could make it,” he stood up, pulling out the chair beside him for you. You sat down beside him, slightly surprised by his chivalrous demeanor. “Yeah, well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge,” you replied, earning a small chuckle from Jd.

***

Two days ago you and Jd started your project together, in the library. You spent most of the time making snarky comments at him, however he stayed undiscouraged by your remarks, leaving you with a particular curiosity you’d not felt before. Anyway, the two of you agreed that it’d be better to continue working on it at your house, because you were constantly being shushed by the librarian.

“Where’s your parents?” Jd asked as you walked him though your house, upstairs to your room.

“It’s a Thursday. Their date night. But it’s more like a date afternoon because my mom likes to be in bed by nine thirty.”

“Nine thirty,” Jd, raised an eyebrow, laughing, “wild child.”

“Yeah, I get it from her, can’t you tell?” You joked.

Jd laughed, sitting on the floor, pulling his textbook out his backpack. You sat beside him, taking out the work you two started the other day. Just as you were about to get started, the phone on your bedside table began to ring. You inhaled deeply, waiting for it to ring out.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Jd asked.

“No. It’s either Heather, Heather, or Heather.”

Jd took a moment to think, “You’re not really one of them, are you?” The way we spoke was gentle. Usually every sentence he speaks contains at least one sarcastic punch, but he was tender with his words this time, something you’d not heard before.

“Well, my name isn’t Heather.”

“You don’t like them, do you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “I don’t.”

Jd stared at you for a while, you stared back at him, not in a competitive way, just trying to read the others gaze for a moment.

“Why do you do that to yourself? Involve yourself in them, I mean? Why?”

“Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit. I can’t exactly just say no.” You gave him a small smile, “but it’d be nice to have someone around that wasn’t a mythic bitch.”

Jd laughed softly, “what about McNamara? She seems tolera—“

“Ugh!” You shouted.

“Woah. Forget I said that, Christ.”

Once again, your telephone rang.

“I can’t stand this! Ho-how does someone end up in this situation- I shoved away my real friends for what?” You ranted, on and on, over the sound of the phone, “I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before—“

Jd shushed you with the first thing that came to mind. A kiss. As his lips gently connected to yours, you were momentarily taken aback. His unexpected gesture silenced your rambling, leaving you both in a state of quiet astonishment.

When he pulled away, you blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The room was filled with an unusual tension, and the air crackled with unspoken words. You looked at Jd, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

Jd's expression mirrored your confusion, but there was a newfound vulnerability there. “I... I didn’t know how else to shut you up,” he stammered. You stared at him, your mind racing. In that instant, you realized that Jd wasn't just your sarcastic and weird project partner anymore. There was something that had been building between you two. Perhaps it was the shared frustrations, the longing for genuine connections, or simply the way he had seen through the facade you put on for the world.

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere J.D. & Veronica (2cd Place Prize)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Edited.

*Dedicated to @heywejustheretohavefum! Thanks for being so dedicated and being one of the people that originally got me back into fanfic writing. I'm basing this more off of the movie versions, although I put a little bit of musical Veronica into it :)

Y/n was never the most in-tune with the school drama, but she also wasn’t completely out of loop. She was grateful to be completely average to her classmates. She wasn’t popular, but she also wasn’t bullied. She was completely invisible and she preferred it that way.

That didn’t mean, though, that she hadn’t overheard the fury of the legendary ‘Heathers,’ raging about their recent recruit - Veronica Sawyer - snatching up a boyfriend they didn’t approve of. He was the stereotypical teenage dirtbag as far as Y/n could tell, and the news of the new couple was talked about everywhere.

Y/n tended to stick to the walls and corners of the school, but she’d even seen them a few times. They’d saunter through the halls so very nonchalantly and they seemed happy with one another. They seemed genuinely cool. Y/n had interacted with Veronica only once for a group project, and she knew that Veronica was smart and kind.

They made a nice couple.

So, why was Y/n hyper focusing so much? Was she only seeing things? It didn’t make sense.

Whenever she picked up her books from her locker and shut it quietly, she’d turn to see Jason Dean, or “J.D.” as he was referred to as, with his arm around his girlfriend as they chatted. And yet, both of their eyes would be glued to her figure. It made her jump the first time and she scrambled off the class, but now, it was expected.

It baffled Y/n to no end. But it didn’t end there.

She’d be sitting in her class, acutely paying attention, whether to be a good student or to stock up on notes for a distant but upcoming test to cram. And yet, shivers would roll down her spine. Y/n would glance over her shoulder unsurely and seize up instantly.

Sitting in the back of the classroom would be Jason or Veronica or both. At first, Y/n was sure they were looking past her, but they made eye contact. Y/n would then look away, heart accelerating with anxiety. It was because of this hobby the couple picked up that Y/n realized she shared all of her classes with at least one of them.

Jason would always be leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, with a foot on his desk. His other would be tapping against the floor absent-mindedly. He always wore the same outfit. A trench coat, black jeans, and a teeshirt. He’d always have a smug, knowing smirk on his lips. Veronica, on the other hand, was preen and pristine. She sat up, paying attention to keep her legs shut due to the cultish blue skirt she wore. She’d have her head in hand, drumming her pencil against her notebook. And she’d be looking directly at me, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

It was odd. They had no reason to eye her constantly like that. Y/n was most certain they were staring right at her. She had no idea as to why, per se, and the idea that they were fascinated with someone they barely knew was insane, but she was sure none the less.

So, she sauntered into school on a random winter day. It was just entering January. The school was dismal, especially with the suicides that had sat and simmered like a pot. Everyone was watching, waiting, for another domino to fall. The most recent had been Kurt and Ram - two men she’d heard nothing but horror stories about.

It didn’t concern her whatsoever, though. She went to her locker and opened it, dropping in what excess materials she had. She swapped it out for what was needed, just like normal. She yawned, tired after a night filled with god-knows-what activities. All she knew was that Martha Dumptruck came over for a movie marathon, but that she passed out earlier than anticipated and it left no such memory of the event.

Life was normal.

But all that changed when she closed the locker door. She gasped, almost dropping her books. Her pen slipped from her grasp, but flawlessly, the man before her caught it. Right behind the door was Jason Dean, having leaned on his side against the locker. Attached at the hip with her arm interlocked with his was Veronica Sawyer, a polite smile playing at her lips.

Jason, a cigarette popping from between his lips, held the pen out to me. “I think you dropped this.”

Y/n gulped and furrowed her brows. Sure, they seemed cool, but she’d seen what Jason did when he or his girlfriend didn’t like someone. He beat them to a bloody pulp. And the stare they were giving her… it was far too intense. Uncanny. Frightening.

“Uh, thanks,” she managed. She paused after taking it, expecting one of the two to say something. But they didn’t. They just stared expectantly. “U - uh, I need to get to class. Sorry —“

“Class doesn’t start for another five minutes, darling,” Jason continued.

Veronica clicked her tongue. “Um, sorry, Y/n. We didn’t want to keep you waiting. We actually wanted to invite you over for a study sesh’ after school.”

They still stared so intently. Smiles were on their lips, but they were so creepy. Y/n knew her answer almost immediately, shaking her head profusely. “I - I’m sorry. I actually have plans with my friend after school.”

“Martha?” Veronica prodded gently her smile only widening in anticipation.

“Y - yeah.”

Jason sighed, picking the cigarette up between two fingers. He blew out some of the smoke. Veronica took it from him and took a breath of it. Jason pursed his lips before chuckling lowly. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear the news. It was on the morning station, you know. And wasn’t she with you last night?”

Y/n’s blood ran cold and she took a step back. Her heart was racing anxiously. “U - um, I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I mean, I’m not sure how you made plans with a dead girl,” Jason sneered almost venomously. “She killed herself last night. Walked home from your house, went to her room, and hung herself in her closet.”

“Jason!” Veronica scolded, almost playfully, nudging him. “I’m sorry you had to hear it from us, Y/n. Everyone found out this morning except you, I guess.”

Y/n’s face fell. It hurt that Martha fell in tow with the rest of those popular idiots. She shouldn’t have. Yes, she was bullied, but she had family and friends who loved her. She had a future. And it would be silly not to admit that she didn’t have a slight crush on the woman. It was genuinely heartbreaking and Y/n could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Uh, anyways,” Jason chimed,” you’re free after school, so… you’ll be comin’ with us up to Veronica’s place after school.”

“We’re looking forward to it, Y/n!” Veronica chirped, sending a beaming smile her way.

She didn’t even get the chance to tell them no or call them assholes for being so insensitive about her friend’s death by the time they walked off. Martha was Veronica’s friend too, once upon a time. But clearly, the popularity got to her head and induced the same brain rot it did everyone else.

Today wasn’t off to a normal start. Y/n knew that much. In fact, it was off to an awful start.

The day passed. She felt their eyes crawling over her form from the back of the classroom, just like always. But, this time, it irked her to no end. She couldn’t tell if she was more angry than afraid, but either way, the only impressions she held of the couple were negative.

The moment the final bell rang, she darted out of her seat and began collecting her belongings. Y/n didn’t like that Jason and Veronica were both in her final class. It scared her to no end, and she wanted to get out as quick as possibly.

With her books tucked under her armpit, she made a mad dash toward the doorway. A few people thought it was odd, but she was grateful for the head start. She heard a few gasps and grunts, and Y/n connected the dots. The pair was hot on her trail. But there wasn’t anything they logically could do to convince her to go with her. Following her like a lost puppy would only aggravate, not persuade.

She went to her locker. She felt oddly terrified. Maybe it was because - one of them, at least - was popular and the other was batshit scary if you got on their bad side. But Y/n knew they’d been eyeing her for months. She always dreamt of having the confidence to saunter right up to them and ask what their problem was, but she never had.

She was in a rush as she shoved the necessary items into her backpack. She was almost hyperventilating, so very confused and worried. They didn’t seem upset with her in any way. But they also had no reason to give a shit about little ol’ Y/n L/n.

She slammed it shut. She was surprised to see that Jason Dean and Veronica Sawyer were nowhere in the vicinity, or so she could presume. But that worried her. They were obviously hot on her trail the moment she dashed out the classroom door.

She gulped and started down the hallways. She walked quickly, but the hallways were crowded. Everyone was heading out the front door, and she ended up amidst the crowd. Her heart pounded eerily within her chest, already on edge. She hated it further when all sorts of strangers were brushing against her shoulder and knocking into her.

She emerged from the entrance and spotted her bike. She turned left and headed toward her bike. She had never been more relieved to have sat on the seat and pulled out of the metal bike-holder. She didn’t even bother plopping her backpack in the basket in front of her.

“Woah! Watch it there.”

Y/n gasped and swerved. She thought she accidentally backed into a stranger, but she was more than unhappy to find out that it was Jason and Veronica. They both looked so friendly, and yet, there was something menacing about Jason as he planted his hand onto Y/n’s shoulder. Veronica circled and grabbed the handle tightly, although she maintained a chill and polite smile.

Both members of the party beamed at her and Y/n gulped. She was tempted to just peddle away, but she didn’t want to upset them. She could tell from their eyes that they were daring her to try and get away. And Y/n was petrified from head to toe.

“Did you forget? You’re coming over to study at my place,” Veronica chirped robotically, voice dripping with venom. “We can just put your bike on the back of my car, so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, come on, darlin’,” Jason agreed, grinning ear to ear mischievously. “It’s not like you were trying to make a run for it or anything, right? That’s now way to treat your friends.”

Y/n gulped and blinked. “U - uh, sorry, but I don’t really know either of you, so…”

“That’s hardly a way to look at it,” Jason argued.

Veronica agreed immediately,” This is the chance to get to know us.”

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. She was trembling head to toe, and it was clear that as Jason gripped her backpack tightly and Veronica stomped her foot on the bike’s front wheel, they noticed. Y/n’s grip on the handle bars tightened, painfully so.

“W - well, maybe some other time, but…”

“But what, Y/n?” Jason growled, although he maintained a cheerful, charming smile as he leered over the woman. Veronica leaned closer, too, her pedicured hand sliding over one of her own. “What, don’t tell me you just don’t want to hang out with us?”

“I - I just really want to be left alone, please,” she tittered, unable to meet either of their gazes. “I haven’t done anything to e - either of you, so I’m not sure why you’re doing this!”

“Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, darling.”

“Maybe if you came over,” Veronica insisted,” you wouldn’t be so scared of us, huh? We’re friends, remember? We worked on an assignment together and everything.”

“I’ve heard it’s fairly unhealthy to, uh, spend too much time alone, you know.”

Y/n couldn’t bare it anymore. Tears threatened to fall because, no matter how nee they acted, they were scary. And, despite how tightly both people were grasping onto her bike, she dug her heel into the ground and scooted her bike away and into the road.

A car honked loudly, but she ignored it. Instead, she was almost petrified by the glares she received from the couple. They didn’t move to follow, and Y/n didn’t want to find out what they planned to do to her. She sped off at top speed, not looking back.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to her driveway. It was a quaint middle-class home. Only one of her parents was home, her father, since her mother was a working business woman who was busy most of the time. She had a nice family, though. Everything was normal. And that meant it was completely and utterly normal.

At least for a weekend, Y/n didn’t have to worry about the hell that would follow her come next Monday.

She did her usual, distressing from her average at-home activities. She greeted her father, did her homework and studied, had some of her dad’s delicious food, and settled in her room again to watch the telly in her room until she passed out on her bed for the night. A horror movie was playing since every other channel was focused on her friend’s suicide, and Y/n preferred anything to recalling what happened to her best friend.

And things went as planned. Half-way through the movie, as things were just starting to pick up, she drifted to sleep surrounded by her plush pillows and fluffy stuffed animals. It was a cold winter night, so she gratefully cuddled the night away.

Or, at least, that’s what she planned to do, until she was rudely awakened by a high-pitched, terrified scream.

Y/n shot up, sweating profusely. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. However, as her eyes flitted around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes landed on the small television. Laurie had just been jump-scared by Michael Meyers and nothing more. The girl instantly deflated back into her mattress, letting out a sigh.

She wasn’t sure why she was so on edge. Jason and Veronica were frightening, but they were nothing but moody teenagers that got a kick out of scaring their peers. They weren’t stalkers or murderers or anything worse. They were just high-schoolers.

Y/n couldn’t get back to sleep, though. Her mouth was dry and her dad constantly scolded her for not brushing her teeth until the middle of the night. And it was about to be midnight, but not quite, so Y/n could easily avoid a light scolding if she just did it now.

She kicked off her blanket, her soft feet padding against the wooden floors. She heard the television running downstairs in the living room, which confused her. Usually, mom got home at nine, and her parents were all over each other for the remainder of the evening because they had a healthy marriage. And that always meant the television was off.

She shrugged it off, though, going to the bathroom. She heard distant chatter rom downstairs, but it was indistinct. Y/n ignored it, finishing her night routine. She went to open the bathroom door, but her hand paused on the doorknob.

Creak. Creak.

Someone was walking up the stairs. And perhaps it was paranoid of her, but she was frightened. She didn’t identify as it her dad’s loud, boisterous footsteps that echoed through the house. Just as she didn’t identify it as her mom’s quiet, thoughtful, but tired pitter patters around the house.

Y/n flicked off the bathroom door. The hallway light was flickered on. And then, her bedroom door was pushed open just enough. She was so very startled and confused. She heard two pairs of footsteps. Were they robbers? Murderers?

Because Y/n knew with certainty that they weren’t her parents.

“Fuck!” a familiar voice boomed. “Where the hell is she?”

“Jesus, J.D.,” another voice grumbled. “She’s gotta be around here somewhere. She probably doesn’t even know we’re here.”

Her blood ran cold. She was in the bathroom. The one place where there’d be hardly any weapons. She’d written the couple off as completely innocent high-schoolers with big heads. And yet, her mind began to race with theories. Maybe her parents just went out.

Or, perhaps, they were cold and dead on the sofa, and the couple was just as responsible for the coincidental suicides that had been happening.

Martha’s death seemed so convenient for them, after all.

Tears fell and Y/n reached around the bathroom aimlessly until her hands found the plunger. She pulled it out, just as the bathroom doorknob was jostled and swung open. A scream escaped her lips and she swung the plunger at the criminals, pushing herself up next to the toilet. She was trembling head to toe and a part of her died as she saw the couple nonchalantly staring her down.

“There you are,” Veronica exclaimed. “Uh, you do realize a plunger’s not going to do much against a gun, right?”

“Not that we were planning to kill you, darling,” Jason added in coyly, flicking on the switch,” but it would be a shame if we had to be a bit more hands-on, huh?”

Shivers rolled down her spine and she gritted her teeth. “Wh - what did you do to my mom and dad? Why are you doing this?” she cried fearfully.

Jason clicked his tongue, his stoic, calm posture not melting on the spot like Veronica did. Her eyes softened and she tucked her gun into her back pocket. She shook her head and sighed. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’re not here to hurt you. That wasn’t what we were doing in the first place. Come here.”

Jason grinned, adding,” You’re just too stubborn. And, uh, as patient as this little lady is, I’m not. You weren’t being the most receptive earlier, so…”

Y/n gulped, taking a step closer ever so slightly. The couple exchanged excited glances as Y/n indeed forward ever so slightly, although she still gripped the plunger tightly. Veronica held her arms open to the woman and beckoned her to come closer in for a hug. That really was the only option, seeing as they took up the entire doorway.

Jason cocked the gun menacingly, leaning against the doorway, making Y/n free fearfully in her place. “J.D.!” Veronica scolded angrily. “Jesus Christ, you can put the gun away. Stop acting like we’re gonna kill her.”

“A - aren’t you?”

The way Veronica spoke to Jason differentiated in comparison to Y/n. And the way Jason looked at Y/n wasn’t the same as when he looked at Veronica. Over the past few months, as quickly as Veronica fell into the relationship, it was clear that she did it for the shits and giggles until it became serious with all the murders they committed. And J.D. did, too, sensing that Veronica didn’t quite swing that way. They used the relationship primarily for cover as both of them fell head over heels for the Westerburg High nobody and came to an agreement to win her over whether she liked it or not.

Both of their morals were fucked up, and they knew it. But they couldn’t give any shits.

Both of their shoulders slouched as they melted. Y/n’s voice was so meek, so unsure. She’d stopped progressing, and the grip on her plunger grew tighter, even if it would do nothing agains the couple that were fully armed and had each other’s backs.

Jason sighed and shoved his gun into his back pocket. “You’re a little dense, darling. You seriously need an explanation? We like you, idiot.”

Y/n deadpanned completely. All of those deadbeat stare, fleeting glances, threatening stances… that indicated a crush? What kind of crush was that? It was obvious they were both psychos, even when Veronica had the gall to add,” Well, I’m pretty sure I’m, like, in love with you, but whatever…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve known her longer, I got it. Geez. Stop acting like that makes you superior, Veronica.”

The two were about to engage in a couple’s spat but Veronica shushed the man furiously. She once again beckoned Y/n in for a hug while Jason started searching through his trench coat. Y/n was on the verge of a mental breakdown because she was terrified to her core.

“Come on, Y/n, don’t be a stranger!” Veronica insisted, feigning friendliness. “That plunger’s not going to do much, you know. It’s much better if you come willingly.”

“Mhm. I mean, Veronica and I put in so much work to winning you over. It’s a shame we had to turn to plan B. The place we got set up, uh… it’s not as spacious and comfy as it’s supposed to be. Yet.”

Y/n was but a foot away. Veronica gasped out of joy about to pull the woman into her arms, but Y/n suddenly pulled the plunger out from behind her and pushed it into Veronica’s stomach. She was caught off guard and reached to grab it. J.D. cursed loudly and accidentally dropped the chloroform-soaked cloth to the ground in attempt to snatch the woman.

“Fuck…!” Jason boomed, his entire composition differently. “You little bitch!”

“J.D.!” Veronica shrieked as Y/n pushed her to the ground in attempt to escape.

“I got her, I got her!”

Just as Jason went to grab her, Y/n jabbed the plunger at him. J.D. grabbed it angrily, only to realize he was focusing on the wrong thing. He tore it from Y/n’s grasp, catching the woman off-guard just enough to give Veronica the chance to grab her ankle.

Everything was going wrong, and quickly so. Y/n stumbled at the sudden weight on her ankles. She was at the foot of the stairs, and as she suddenly fell, she grasped the rail. Veronica released a screeching “shit!” at the predicament. Y/n’s head hurt incredible when her head collided with the wall and she relinquished her hold on the rail.

If not for J.D., who swept in for the grab, she would’ve gone sliding down on her stomach. Y/n screamed again as her head collided with the edge of a step. Her eyesight began to flicker with stars and darkness. Jason grunted, pulling her onto the flat second floor landing by her feet.

Meanwhile, Veronica scrambled to readjust her blue skirt and grabbed the cloth. She was panicked and aggravated, while J.D. was aggravated and calm. They knew the ring-around by now; this was supposed to be easy. They weren’t even supposed to stoop this low to begin with.

“Fucking do it, Veronica!” Jason ordered.

Y/n tried to kick free, but J.D. held her down. Veronica straddled her waist and pushed the cloth onto her mouth. Y/n still struggled, but was already so tired to begin with. Her energy was draining, and fast. Both of the psychos were trying so desperately - Veronica more so - to ease her into it. To tell her to give into it. That things would be fine.

And then, she caved. The numbness consumed her and her body went limp.

J.D., out of pure joy, placed a chaste and quick kiss on Veronica’s cheek. Veronica gasped happily. The pair exchanged knowing glances.

That Y/n was finally their’s.

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