#Yandere Veronica Sawyer

[falinesimagines]

🖤Yan! JD x Yan! Veronica x Reader💙

For @brainrotqueen • Written at like 4am and not beta read

Tw : Yandere, suicide/murder, toxic/manipulative relationships, Stockholm syndrome

Sfw, angst?

JD would be far more open about his obsession with you eventually getting Veronica -who had actually felt somewhat guilty about these feelings- to do the same.

They'd be protective over you in their own way.

JD would follow you from class to class and even back home on some occasion (he's just making sure nothing bad happens to you).

Veronica seems to get overly defensive and irritated if the Heathers were to ever try making fun of you.

If the Heathers ever tried to treat you how they did Martha then Westerberg would probably end up with three Heather spreads for the yearbook.

JD has pictures of you hidden in his room somewhere, he's given Veronica a few too. Veronica likes to write notes and letters in your handwriting, the two can delude themselves into believing that was really you that sent that love letter to the duo.

You're not in a great place mentality right now, more and more people around you are being lost to suicide. Why is this happening? Is it something wrong with you? Maybe you're causing this... Is this some sort of curse!? Horrific thoughts cloud your mind and there doesn't seem to be any way to stop them.

You've noticed JD and Veronica at the funerals. Your friend talked to alot of people, that's not that strange. Did they really know your sibling? Your aunt? You're too depressed and tired to be thinking about that right now. At least they're here to comfort you.

They're nice to you, they promise they'll stay for you and that nothing bad will happen now. You listen to them, why wouldn't you?

They invite you over to JD's house, it's a nice place. Is that your old shirt that you lost in the changing rooms? It can't be, it's not like you're the only person that owns a shirt like that... It's that your report card from last year? You threw that away didn't you? Maybe you misread the name...

Soon enough they're virtually the only people you have left, for some reason whoever isn't killing themselves seems to be afraid to approach you (Possibly because of Veronica getting the Heathers to spread rumours about you or JD's reputation around the school but it's not like you know that).

You're spending almost all of your free time with the couple now, it's not like you have anyone else to talk to anyway. When you're not with them they're trying to call you and if you can't answer immediately they're swarming you with questions about why when you eventually do answer. They're overwhelming but at least they care, right? At least they won't leave you like everyone else has.

They're making you skip classes and sometimes full days of school just to be with you, you're falling behind in school because of this but that's okay, you don't need highschool anyway, not when you have them. They're telling you that you can't spend too much time with your family. Why do you need to be away from them anyway? What does your family have that they can't give you? It's causing stress within the family, skipping dinner or sneaking out to be with them, you're parents are arguing with you, questioning what's going on. You don't need to answer them, you don't even need them period, not when you have Veronica and JD.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Can i get a yan!jd (and or Veronica) with a very hesitant reader? Like theyre willing to join in with JD's murders but they extremely doubtful/hesitant with with commiting the act cause they dont want to mess it up?

Sorry if this is too much or not what exactly you want, just shooting my shot here 🐊

No no this is perfect! It's not too much at all, I really enjoyed writing this 🥰 I went with both JD and Veronica because who doesn't love a good murder throuple

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, typical canon related warnings (murder being framed as suicide, several gun mentions, swearing, etc.), the reader is very easily persuaded into helping to commit/cover up a murder, suggestive stuff near the end

"What if we get caught?"

It was the fifth time you'd asked in the past ten minutes, and JD was getting very close to strangling you.

"We won't get caught as long as we stick to the plan," he hissed out in annoyance, trying his best not to snap at you.

"Okay, but what if-"

Veronica cut you off so JD wouldn't pop a blood vessel and give her another suicide to stage, with you as the intended target. "I wrote the note in their exact handwriting, and you already did part of your job by telling Heather Duke that they've 'been acting weird' lately. I'm sure half of Sherwood must know by now, so their death shouldn't come as too big of a surprise."

"Who knew that for once it would come in handy that Heather can't keep her damn mouth shut," JD added with an eyeroll as he counted the bullets in his gun. "It certainly doesn't help their case to have such a big obsession with firearms. And given their track record of firing them all throughout the night, I don't think they'll be missed much."

You slowly nodded your head in understanding despite the look of hesitation in your eyes. "Yeah, but... I just don't want to mess anything up and get you guys into trouble."

It was clear to Veronica that you still seemed a bit apprehensive about everything, so she gave you a reassuring smile and said, "You're not going to mess anything up. If we thought that might happen, we would've left you at home."

"Then you wouldn't get to enjoy the show, and what fun would that be?" JD piped up with a grin as Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, okay? Everything will be fine." The sincerity of her tone did its job of starting to relax you. She was right, they'd never invite you along if they thought something bad might happen. If there was one thing they could agree on, it was making sure to keep you out of harm's way.

"If you say so, but I still don't understand why they have to die."

"Because they were getting a little too close for comfort in study hall, that's why." JD came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as his chest pressed against your back. He had his gun in his hand, but you weren't worried. You trusted him not to hurt you. "They were asking inappropriate questions and practically undressing you with their eyes. Only we get to do that."

It was hard to keep your expression neutral due to how flattered you were. Other people might find it to be smothering or unhealthy, but you loved how protective they were over you.

"Okay, you remember the plan, right?" Veronica asked as the three of you approached the intended target's house. "You just go up and knock on the door. They'll let you in-"

"No doubt with the assumption that they'll score," JD butted in with a scowl. Veronica ignored him and chose to continue.

"-and when that happens, I want you to ask them about their firearm collection. Once you get them feeling vulnerable and safe, ask to see one of their guns. Make sure you get close enough to shoot them in the head so it'll look like a believable suicide. Do you remember what their dominant hand is?"

"They're ambidextrous (meaning they use both) so it won't matter which side it's on." You felt proud of yourself for being able to remember such an important piece of information. The time you spent in study hall with them didn't turn out to be completely useless after all.

"Well, aren't you a cute little schemer in the making," JD teased while giving your cheek a playful pinch.

"Shut up," you muttered while giving him a light shove in response. "You guys promise to come in once the gun goes off, right?"

"Of course we do. As soon as we hear it, we'll be inside to help you." Veronica took your hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Good luck," was the last thing she said before her and JD went to go hide while they waited for you to enact your part of the plan.

You put on your most convincing smile as you made your way to the front door, knowing your acting game was going to need to be on point in order for this to work.

Much to your relief and delight, things ended up going a lot smoother than you'd anticipated, and that included the act of murder itself. When JD and Veronica entered the house, you were still holding the gun used to shoot them with, their blood splattered on your face and clothes.

"I did it!" You announced in surprised disbelief, your eyes wide as you stared down at the dead body now lying on the floor. "I did it..."

"You did, good job." Veronica took the gun from you to stage next to the body as JD cupped your face with his hands, completely unbothered by the blood there. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You did it."

A shiver of pleasure went down your spine at his words of praise. "Yeah, I did." You could tell by the way his pupils were blown wide that he was ready to devour you where you stood.

"Hey, I still need your help with this," Veronica's voice interrupted whatever kind of moment you were having, causing JD to let out a groan of disappointment.

"I'll give you your reward once we're done," he murmured lowly, giving you a hungry yet restrained kiss before letting go of you to help Veronica.

You watched the two of them as they set everything up to make it look like a suicide, from the weapon to the note. Despite your earlier worries, everything played out perfectly, just like it was supposed to.

It made you feel excited for any potential outings like this you guys might have in the future.

[hearts4mica]

Can’t we be seventeen?

JD! Tim Drake x Reader

Heathers inspired cause i love heathers.

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“I’ll stay if i’m what you choose.”

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You had been dating your boyfriend Tim since he moved school’s it was a really good relationship.

When you met his family… it was something?

They acted like the version of the Wayne’s you see everywhere. But something was… weirdly off?

Your friendgroup didn’t like Tim at all!

They all said that “Tim was weird” and that “he was creep.”

Some popular boys invented some disgusting rumors about you. Your reputation fell lower than it already was before. Safe to say you felt horrible about yourself.

Oh Tim… He came to your aid. Telling you he could help you if you wanted to. Of course you wanted his help! You wanted your boyfriend to- i don’t know! But he had connections! He could surely do something about this disgusting rumors-

He… killed them.

“Tim what the fuck! You told me you would help me with them but not murdering them!” That was the first strike.

The second one was when he indirectly made you murder your bestfriend! She got angry at you at a party and treathened you that the next Monday you would be a nobody a friendless weirdo once again.

And the last one was when he asked you to murder another one of your bestfriends.

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“It’s over Tim. I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?… Haha. Hahahah you are breaking up with me?! Oh sweetheart what a funny prank! C’mon let’s go i’m taking you out tonight-“

“I’m serious! I feel like i don’t even know you anymore! And i- i’m done with this i murdered people i should go to jail for this- we should go to jail!”

“I have connections-“ he said weirdly calm which made you feel uneasy.

“So what you can just pay to not go to jail?!- I mean i know we live in fucking Gotham but-!”

“They will never know we did this! For fucks sake [name] we can blame it on another random friendless loser! They can’t defend themselves!” He started smiling a maniac smile he looked like he was about to start laughing.

“I was once a friendless loser! Your behaviour disgusts me! You-!… You’re a killer.” His smile faded. He didn’t like this.

…

“I’ll make sure you go to jail if you break up with me.”

Now he was threathening you?!

“I’ll drag you down with me if you even try to.” And with that you started packing your stuff to leave.

He grabbed your wrist.

“This is your last chance [name]” he looked into your eyes. He did this many times before when he wanted to make you feel small and powerless

He didn’t have that power on you any longer.

“Fuck off” his grip loosens and you move your hand leaving the place leaving him by himself.

“This isn’t over [name] you said we would get married. You promised. It’s bad luck when you break promises you made to me.

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“You promised we would die together.”

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A few years later after succesfully surviving highschool you had saved enough money to leave Gotham.

You could finally leave this horrible place.

You turn your head up to stare at a small poster of the Gotham Academy

“Our honor roll student Tim Drake!”

Of course. You raise your middle finger towards that ugly poster and take one final look to that man. He never stoped stalking you after your breakup.

Everyday you saw him everywhere.

This was the last of those times.

Unkowingly that someone in the shadows was staring at you.

Click

A small noise not loud enough for you to hear.

Tim takes out the photo he just took of you.

Another one for his collection. You were his muse afterall.

The only thing missing was you. Not your pictures, not your stolen clothes. You.

And oh boy you didn’t knew it yet but he made sure your flight was cancelled. You were now a criminal in each of the 50 states, he didn’t ban you in every country since he knew you couldn’t afford to leave the country, so why even bother? And in the impossible case of you affording a ticket he’ll have you in the criminal list in no time!

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You had sold everything. You wanted to start fresh. It was just you and your luggage. It was early in the morning since you planned to leave to the furthest state from here.

Red Robin was there. You saw him. He let him show himself. Maybe he was taking care of you? It was always good to have someone with you in Gotham.

You started walking towards a taxi and looked back to where Red Robin was suposed to be but he was gone. Well heroes have busy lives.

You get into the taxi when and Tim suddenly also gets in backseat besides you.

“Hello darling.” How did he even know where you were?! Why was he here?-

“Tim what the fuck are you-!”

“It’s to early to ask questions am i right? Haha just relax darling.” And with that a gas comes out from inside the car while Tim puts on his mask. “Rest well Darling.”

And with that he went into the drivers seat which was empty and started driving towards the Wayne Manor. Your new home.

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[trancylovecraft]

Headcanons for Yandere JD from Heathers the musical?

(HEATHERS) YANDERE! JD x READER: Headcannons

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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!

[bunnybunbun0]

Are you guys for real that no one had thought of writing a homelander x reader based off our love is God from Heathers the musical?! For real?! It's so obsessed vengeful homelander core! Will I really have to be the one to write it!? Guess here I'll fucking go again.

[theangelcatalogue]

So remember when i said what if i wrote a Yandere RTC with a Veronica Sawyer!Reader?

I'm thinking in doing it, but i need to ask you guys if i did! If i did, should i add other Heathers characters? (Martha, the Heathers, Kurt, Ram, Jd, etc.)

Also, i accept suggestiongs! My asks and dm are always open!

I will make a bunch of pols about this concept, just wait for it ;)

[brainrotqueen]

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[yandere-veronica]

Can't believe canon veronica threw away the perfect yandere4yandere relationship. Smh.

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Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄���� Black Christmas 🩸🎄

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[aloudice]

i don't even like yandere but i was listening to "meant to be yours" from heathers the musical and a thought just struck me

SO. yandere flame reaver! phainon as JD and a reader that's veronica sawyer. like imagine having this psychopath trying to get into your room and then he just starts whimpering for you to let him in LMAO

[bloody-cupcakes]

Okay okay, let me throw the idea out of just manipulative Yan!Veronica

Can be a fic or headcanons, whatever you want to do, but im willing to let this girl manipulate me idc!!!

-🐊

Yesss I love that idea so much!! Sorry this is a month late, I got distracted for a bit since I went on a trip to the beach with my friend and didn't get any writing done for a good couple of weeks lmao. I decided to go with both headcanons and a fic because I felt bad for making you wait for so long. Headcanons are below, the fic will be out later this week! 🥰

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, Veronica is extremely manipulative but we love her anyway, brief mentions of suicide (relevant to canon, yknow)

Veronica's one of the more covert yanderes tbh. She's not as domineering as Heather Chandler or straight up crazy like JD. At first, she just appears as your typical teenage girl who's worried about their partner. Sure, she's a little clingy, and possessive, and overly protective, but with people like Kurt and Ram out there who wouldn't be?

Her manipulation is also a lot more subtle than other people's. She's able to easily disguise it as worry, insisting that she's just trying to look out for you when it comes to parties you might want to attend or people you hang out with

She has absolutely no problem making up stories or coming up with lies in order to get you to leave certain people alone. Oh, you didn't hear that so-and-so slept with their best friend's boyfriend? Wow, I thought everybody knew that. She's so trustworthy and genuine, of course you believe her

If you ever manage to catch her in a lie, she's quick to turn it around on you or act as if she has no idea what you're talking about. She'll pretend that she got this information from a second hand source, so naturally it couldn't be all true, but at least some of it has to be, right? So it's still better for you not to hang out with this person, just in case

It's even harder to see what she's doing as manipulation given the fact that her worries aren't entirely baseless. There are plenty of awful people in the school, and it wouldn't be too far-fetched to believe that she truly does want to protect you. She may be a bit excessive, sure, but that's only because she doesn't want to see you get hurt

When I say she limits the people you're "allowed" to hang out with, I mean that. Heather McNamara is okay, and maybe Heather Duke, but Heather Chandler is off limits, and don't even think about going anywhere near Kurt and Ram (not that you'd want to, because ew)

Even Martha Dunstock is a perfect candidate for a friend, because she never hangs out with anyone else anyway, which means no one will bother you two. And by bother I of course mean give you any sort of attention

JD is a bit of a toss up. Veronica trusts that he'd never let anything happen to you, but she also knows that he always ends up finding trouble no matter where he goes, intentional or not, so you'll typically only hang out with him if Veronica is also there to keep an eye on him

Overall, she's a great girlfriend! If you don't mind only hanging out with people that she trusts to keep an eye on you or occasionally getting caught up in her and JD's passionate discussion about "ridding the world of popular filth" and all that. But that's nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Even if the eventual suicides of Heather Chandler and Kurt and Ram did seem a bit suspicious...

[chezzywezzy]

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.

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

⠀ 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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「 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."

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[theangelcatalogue]

What if i wrote Yandere RTC with a Veronica Sawyer!Reader?

[kuunibal]

50 Yandere Heathers Prompts

They are all vaguely obsessive/possessive/unhealthy lines from Heathers songs both in the “yandere” and “darling” perspective. Enjoy! 

“I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.”

“You said you’d change and I believed in you.”

“They’re keeping you away from me!”

“If you could let me in, I could be good with you.”

“Let me go!”

“You left me and I fell apart!”

“I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.”

“You’re the one I choose.”

“Don’t you want a life with me?”

“You are a drug!”

“Let nothing remain!”

“We’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.”

“I can’t do this alone!”

“You were all I could trust...”

“You’ll twist the truth again!”

“I’d trade my life for yours.”

“Can we not fight anymore?”

“I was meant to be yours!”

“You’re scared, I’ve been there.”

Wish you’d kiss me.

“You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead!”

“We were meant to be one!”

“Please don’t leave me alone!”

“They all will disappear!”

“I was alone.”

“Don’t say a word.”

“Our love is God.”

“You are a poison pill.”

“You’re the only thing that’s right about this broken world.”

“You carved open my heart.”

“But I love you!”

“Don’t give up on me now!”

“You need help I can’t provide.”

“The new world needed room for me and you.”

“I am all that you need!”

“You speak and I cave in...”

“Let me be!”

“I loved the rush when you would hold me close.”

“I wanna be with you!”

“I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.”

“You’re still using me to justify the harm you do.”

“You can’t just leave me to bleed!”

“You changed my heart.”

“They made you blind, messed up your mind!”

“Your love’s too good to lose.”

“Hold me tighter.”

“Open the door, please!”

“I could set you free!”

“They made you cry, but that will end tonight.”

“I worship you.”