#cough cough JD and Heather duke

[ang3licmizery]

Kinda unpopular opinion but I like heathers the movie better than the musical

[dozing-marshmallow]

HEATHERS CHARACTERS DOING SPEAKING EXAM HEADCANONS

(For context, speaking exams involve students picking a topic to write a speech on to present to their class. Distinction is the best grade you can get, merit is the middle grade and pass is the minimum grade.)

Veronica:

Veronica made her speech about overused tropes in literature and the importance of well written characters.

She was one of the first to perform, even volunteering, sensing the anxiety among her peers.

Despite practising with JD, she wasn't used to presenting so while her voice was loud, she let out a few filler words and laughs.

Had memorised it, but had the paper copy on her just in case.

The class were pretty respectful of her, especially the Heathers, during her speech and afterwards.

She had just managed to get a distinction.

JD:

He was confused about what to make it about.

The teacher suggested he could make his speech about his experiences with moving around a lot, but he didn't want to give his classmates any sensitive information.

So he spoke about why history is important, when it really was a metaphorical threat to bomb the school if things didn't change.

He was smiling and walking around the front of the class the entire time, having it memorised yet improvising too.

One of the questions he was asked after was "why is [his] voice so weird?".

He got a distinction.

Heather Chandler:

She made hers about a really condescending lesson to the "losers" about how to dress fashionably.

A lot of the things she said did not match with what she wrote down.

So she was basically directly patronising a large majority of her classmates, even stopping the speech a few times to give them a glare.

Furthermore, her vocabulary was really basic apart from her summaries of outfit combinations.

Any genuine questions from the nerds, she would fake a smile, give some advice and make it clear that she has no hope in them actually "getting themselves fixed in the head".

It was pointless since she got a pass anyway.

Normally she wouldn’t care about grades, but in this particular project, Heather resented it so much that she started stealing things from the teacher.

Heather McNamara:

She made hers about the dark side of athletes' lives.

She was gonna make it solely about cheerleaders, but she didn't want it to be too personal and wanted to avoid being bullied if her classmates picked up on it.

She was really nervous so she was reading from her paper the whole time.

Similar to Chandler’s, her language was simple, but she manipulated her tone to get a higher mark.

Thankfully, no one really caught on that she was speaking from personal experience.

She even did a curtsy when she was done.

Heather was quite comfortable with the answering questions part, mainly because most of them were questions she gave to her classmates to ask prior.

She was really happy that she got a merit.

Heather Duke: 

She made hers about eating disorders, but too structured it in a way to make it sound like it wasn't a personal problem.

Was also able to memorise it.

She was one of the last to perform so she felt confident, hearing all the other serious and lesser serious topics her classmates chose.

However, Heather Chandler was purposely coughing, snickering and staring intensely at her when she spoke.

So she paused and stuttered a few times, and with no physical copy of her speech, she accidentally repeated a few things to get back on track.

Heather was really prepared to answer the questions, even the mocking ones Heather C was spewing.

She was so close to getting a distinction, but ended up getting a merit.

Heather was really upset, but Veronica cheered her up.

[heathersbutincorrect]

Time for a chandsaw oneshot to add to the collection!

The taste of drain cleaner hit her tongue before Heather realized what was happening. This was no prairie oyster, but a liquid death. She choked immediately, trying to expel it. A hand that wasn’t hers shoved its way past her lips. Fingers down her throat. Veronica? She gagged and gagged. How long can a person go without breathing? The next thing she knew, she was retching and finally ejecting that horrible drain cleaner.

“T-that’s it Heather, get it all out…” Had Veronica been crying? “I’m so sorry. He tricked me. I never, ever wanted to hurt you.”

Heather threw up on her own this time. The taste was even worse coming back up. It was startling to see so much blue. How much had she consumed? Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Veronica was kneeling in front of her. The phone was sitting off the hook. She must have called 911.

At the hospital, doctors frantically ran about and provided treatment. There were second degree burns inside her throat. They said she was lucky to be alive. Veronica was frantic to explain that it was a freak accident. There was a mixup in the kitchen. Heather had never seen the girl have so many panic attacks in a row. And yet she could do nothing. It wasn’t until several days later that she got the full story of what had been done. And really, she knew JD was bad news but how dare Veronica try to undermine her and take power for herself? If her guilt wasn’t so genuine she would plot revenge against the girl too. But for now, ending JD was a good enough goal. As punishment, Veronica would have to help.

“Anything! I’ll do anything!” Veronica was so quick to agree. She hadn’t left her side since she was admitted, missing school. That was unheard of. Heather tried to speak, but it still hurt too much. Instead she had to write out what she wanted to say. She handed the note over.

“Yeah, I can help come up with a plan. Hey uh, Heather and Heather wanna stop by today to see how you’re doing if you’re up for that. What should we tell them?”

Heather glared and shook her head. Too embarrassing to give all the details. “Okay! I’ll just give them the same story I gave your parents. I promise, JD will get what he deserves. Just hang in there.” Veronica squeezed her hand and walked off for a moment. She was doing that a lot. Touching her, then isolating herself.

Heather and Heather visiting was a drag. McNamara just played twenty questions with a doctor. Duke spent half the time in front of a mirror, not even fully present. Veronica was the only one that actually seemed to want to be here. After half an hour, the pair left, and Heather was just relieved. It was less lonely to be alone with Veronica. Where was she, anyway?

“V…” Once again, her voice died in her throat. She’d get it back if it was the last act of her short life. She wandered towards the bathroom and saw the door was shut. On the other side of the door, she could hear panicked sobbing. Heather knocked.

“I-I’m fine.” The worst lying she’d ever heard. And she heard bad lies before. But she wasn’t trying to lie.

“Let-“ Heather burst into a round of wheezing and coughing. “P-pl-“

“Okay. Okay. Please don’t…don’t strain yourself.”

She opened the door. Her eyes were red, wet, and swollen. Her makeup was completely smeared. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I can’t make the…guilt…go away. I was just so angry. I fucking slept with JD and said I was done with you. He took it too far.”

Heather could only nod in response. She hated not having her voice yet. There was a lot she wanted to say about JD.

“I know you’ll probably never forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring him down. And I promise, I won’t let a boy sweep me off my feet like that ever again. I can’t be trusted.” Heather raised an eyebrow. Veronica was really talking down on herself about this. It must be destroying her. It was then she wondered, when was the last time this girl had even slept?

“Well anyway. Enough about me. They’re gonna take a look at you tomorrow and if you’re able to talk by then, you can go home.”

Thankfully, things looked far better in the morning. Although she was still on the mend, doctors were stunned when Heather was capable of saying a few words at a time already. Her recovery was praised in the whole wing as she was sent home with Veronica. Her parents had found an excuse to be out of town…in other words, not deal with the embarrassment.

Back in her room where it all happened. Heather saw the blue stain on the carpet and nearly cringed. While Veronica religiously started to scrub at it, she noticed a couple things out of place. Her copy of The Bell Jar sat on her bed instead of the nightstand. And there was a crumpled paper with some pencils on the floor. She cast a glance at the brunette who was still cleaning.

“My book.” She couldn’t say much more to clarify what she meant, but Veronica followed her gaze and got the point.

“That must’ve been what JD was doing…he was convinced you’d die and wanted to stage something. Obviously, I didn’t listen to him.”

For the first time, Heather was afraid of JD.

“I know. I didn’t want that either. I was lucky to even be able to save you at all, really.” Two more words came to mind. Something she thought she would never say.

“Thank you.”

The blush in Veronica’s cheeks gave her new life. And so they spent the afternoon together, cleaning and plotting the demise of Jason Dean.

[kining-the-evil]

Heathers(1988) Masterlist

Masterlists

Request

Jason Dean-

Headcanons

Valentines Day Headcanons

Oneshot

A Little Bit Crazy- Y/n finally gets the chance to speak to the infamous Jason Dean, and finds they have quite a bit in common.

Movie Night Promises- Jason Dean had a little sister(xChild!reader)

Cough Syrup- You get sick at school and Jd is the only one who can pick you up(sister reader)

Heather Chandler-

None yet

Heather Duke-

Headcanons

An s/o who plays basketball

Heather McNamara-

none yet

Veronica Sawyer-

none yet

[haiitzmeh]

Heathers poster or whatever

*squints* can't tell if I like it or not but HERE! * throws this at you*

[skylar-the-twig]

My friend who I have multiple conversations with about the dream SMP had a dream about the whole heathers musical but it was Dream SMP characters and at 1 am I made this.

Which is incredibly cursed I know spent a little to much time on it *cough*one hour*cough* if your where wondering who was who then here’s the list which has been provided by said friend.

Veronica-Fundy.

JD-W I L B U R.

Martha-Technoblade????

Heather chandler-Dream.

Heather McNamara-Quackity.

Heather Duke-Schlatt.

Kurt and ram-Niki and Puffy???

Ms.Fleming-Tubbo.

One of Veronicas parents-Ranboo.

(Tommy and Philza will now stop existing)

Also if your like me and are wondering if the dead girl walking song happened it did and my friend specifically said they couldn’t turn their head away even when they wanted :-D so there’s that.

And by my friends words Dream speedran his exit during the Blue song which I found funny to imagine.

Also apparently Fundy was a really good singer so I leave you with that!

[remember-the-fanfics]

Heathers (Musical) Fem!Reader Insert

-NO JD.- time: 2020

"Martha~!" I said as I sat down at our table, handing her my sandwich, only wanting my fries.

"Thanks (Y/n)! How was your day?" She asked me.

"Well Veronica wasn't in first period so I had to finish out group project alone and she avoided me like a plague. Do you know why?" I said.

Martha was soon coughing on her drink.

"N-No reason!" She said, clearly lying. I stared at her until she craked.

"F-Fine. She somehow joined the Heathers." Said Martha.

"Oh heck no...." I said, sighing. Knowing nothing I could do beside wishing she'll come back to us unharm.

-

Veronica pov.

"You know (Y/n)?" I asked.

"Yes because She's one of the few people who don't care about The Heathers." Said Chandler, fixing her makeup.

"She doesn't really care for much of anything beside her grades and her friends." I told them.

"But She still choosed this life." Said Duke. "She's a bitch."

Oh God, (Y/n) might murder me...

-

(Y/n) pov.

"Can't we talk this out now? You shouldn't be rude." I said to Ram and Kurt, who was messing with me, again. I can't miss next class, I have a test today!

"We aren't being rude. We're just showing you a way of life that you're use to." Said Ram.

"So messing with me?" I said. They had me corner and I have not way out. I soon took out my wallet, giving them both 10 dollars. "Leave me alone for the rest of the week." I said, walking off.

'Did she just play them off?'

Thought Martha and Veronica.

-

3rd person pov.

"(Y/n)?" Said Veronica, knowing her friend has not yet talked to her. "I'm sorry, I wanted to know hey you didn't tell me Kurt and Ram was bothering you too." Said Veronica.

"You can't doing anything about anyway, Veronica." Said (Y/n). "You're a Heather, you now are above it all, remember?" She hissed. Veronica never knew (Y/n) could say a name in such disarray.

"See know, you're the only one that has ever that word, being truly angry." Said a new voice, behind (Y/n).

"Fudge." Mumbled (Y/n), turning around to face the 'Mythic Bitch' as Verinica once said. Heather Chandler, still as (Y/n) remembers, dressed in red.

"But I can promise you that next time would be your last mistake." Said Chandler, stepping closer to (Y/n).

(Y/n) sensing danger, stepped back into Veronica, who was visually tense. All three Heathers now stood in front of her and Veronica.

And (Y/n) did the only sensible thing.

*She ran away.

Veronica never seen (Y/n) run that fast ever.

"Atleast that scared her off for now." Said Duke.

"Come on Veronica, there is a party we have to go to tonight." Said McNamara.

-

(Y/n) pov.

"Martha, please don't go." I pleaded. "You can't believe that Ram has just changed."

"(Y/n), he invited me. I'm going with -."

"That's not alcohol. Here take with." I said handing her some of my Dad's John Daniel, taking the sparkling juice for myself.

"Thanks." She said hugging me. "You can come, you know."

"Don't do parties but if things go bad, you can come here and we can watch the Princess Bride." I told her, letting her go.

"I'll come here right away if anything goes wrong. Thanks for the drink. Bye." She said before leaving before I sighed, going to my dad to tell him he was out.

-Later that Night-

I was right to say, Martha said he wasn't as rude as he could have been because of the alcohol I gave her.

"Was Veronica there?" I asked.

"Y-Yes but please don't do hurt her." Said Martha, I sighed.

"Not today." I said. "But she will feel me anger soon. Now let's watch that movie."

-3:00 am-

I couldn't sleep, I was angry and I look at Martha, she was asleep on my bed. Luckly I lived in the attic so I had enough room for my bed and a couch with the TV. I sat up grabbing a jacket and my wallet and wrote a note just in case Martha wakes up.

I exited threw my window and there was ladder because one time I jump and sprained my ankle.

I soon was on the side walk, enjoying the coldness on my feet and the quietness of the world. Planing heading to 7/11 for some snacks.

"You know you have no shoes?" Asked a voice of a person, I didn't want to deal with.

"Don't care, I need some snacks." I told her.

"Get in my Jeep. I'll drop you off before heading home." Said Duke, stopping her Jeep.

"Fine but if you kidnap me, I'm gonna be upset." I told her, sitting in the passenger sit.

°°°

"Why are you up at 3 in the morning?" I asked.

"Leaving a party, you?" She said, sounding like she didn't truly care.

"Couldn't sleep so I've been watching TV." I said.

"You're so lame." Said Duke.

"Thanks." I said, not caring.

"You really don't care anymore?" She asked. "Not what people say about you or what they may do to you?" She continued to ask me.

"Caring is for the weak or strong." I said as she parked her Jeep. "Thanks, Heather." I exited her car and ran into the store.

-

"(Y/n)! Where the heck were you?" Said Martha as I entered the window, with 3 bags of stuff.

"7/11. For snacks.-"

"At 4 in the morning?!" She said.

"Well it was 3 when I left." I said sitting down own my couch. Martha soon sat beside, looking though the bags.

"Sodas, chips, a monster, those tiny bread sticks you dip in cheese, pringles, slim Jim, and shoes?" Said Martha.

"No shoes no shirt no business is an awful rule." I told her. "I wanted to binge watch something on Netflix, now if you want to..?"

"Of course but we have school tomorrow." Said Martha. "How are going to stay awake?"

"I'll get though it, I'm bring snack to school tommorow if we have any left." I said snickering and letting Martha pick a TV show to watch.

-Next Morning-

I was drink the energy drink so I could stay alive and not accident hurt someone's emotions.

"Hopefully you don't run into Veronica today, for her own sake." Said Martha as I leaned on her for support.

"You look like hell." Said Veronica, I just glared at her talking a sip of my drink. "Oh. You didn't sleep?"

"Yeah. Me and Martha had a sleepover last night." I told her, be nice I told myself.

"Less sleep when it came to you?" Said Veronica before she was pulled away by something yellow.

"Bye..." said Martha and I before we headed to cafeteria. There was a female at our table, maybe she is a new student. Me and Martha sat in front of her. She was reading a book but she soon noticed us.

"Oh. Hello." She said putting down her book. "I'm Penny. Nice to meet you." Said Penny.

"Hey."

"Hello."

Martha and Penny soon got in discussion about the book Penmy was reading.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"(Y/n)." I said, busy being on my phone.

"It fits you." She said and I was questioning her motives.

"Thank you?" I said and she laughed.

"Are you not use to getting compliments?" She said. "You're kinda cute."

"I'm gonna go somewhere else now! Bye." I said getting my stuff and running off, not noticing the extra people listening to the conversation.

-

Hiding in the bathroom was a bad idea on my part but I wasn't think clearly.

"(Y/n)?" Questioned Veronica seeing me in a stall. "What are you doing here?" She questioned, seeing my red face. "Are you sick?"

"Didn't think you would ever sho-. What is wrong with you?" Said Chandler.

"She's red." Said Veronica.

The bell rang and I soon tried to run but someone got the back of my by bag, taking my energy drink.

"This isn't good for you, you know?" Said McNamara, going to pour it out.

"No! I didn't sleep last night so I kinda need that." I said struggling with Duke holding both of my arms.

"So you didn't get your beauty sleep... We will give it back if you tell us what got you so red and hiding." Said Chandler.

"It was the new girl, Penny. She called me cute and I freaked out."" I said and Veronica laughed.

"You really can't handle people flirting with you." Said Veronica, still laughing.

Then I felt Duke's breath on my neck and her leaning on my shoulder.

"You don't say?" She said and because of the other reaction, I was blushing. McNamara handed me my energy drink.

"Thank you." I said taking a few sips, trying to cool my face.

"No problem, sweetie." She said making me cough and choke on my drink.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked.

"No. Embarrase you, yes." Said Chandler.

"..." I have nothing else to say and have no clue what to do now. "Can I go now?" I asked.

"Hang on..." said Chandler, she put both her hands on my cheeks and leaned in, getting really closer. "That girl was right tho, you are cute." Said Chandler before backing away laughing. But this time I wasn't blushing because I expected it. I was pissed.

They noticed this.

"What I am I not good enough-?!"

"No!" I yelled getting out of Duke's grip. "No of you are! That the reason I don't worship you like the rest of the school because this is w-what you do. Mess with people!" I said barely low enough not to be yelling.

"(Y/n), calm down before you regret-." Said Veronica.

"You, I'm angry at too." I said.

"Me?"

"Yes! You go off to join the Heather's then I know you wrote that note that Martha got and you didn't even try to help her! She came to me upset and crying Veronica!" I said to her.

"Miss Emotional." Said Duke.

"... Screw staying here I rather be tartey or have dentention." I said heading out.

-Lunch time-

"I'm sorry Penny, I'm really not use to people flirting with me. Sorry if I upset you." I said.

"It's fine, I enjoyed your reactions. Plus you gave me a whole bag of chips and a sandwich." Said Penny, eating the food I gave her.

"So... I kinda made the Heathers and Veronica mad at me." I said.

"Who are they?"

"Why (Y/n)? I'm pretty sure they can get away with murder."

That were the two very different reactions I got.

"Heather are like the Queens of this jungle of a school and our friend, Veronica joined them earlier this week." I explained.

"Oh. (Y/n), you sound very screwed. I advise become homeschooled." Said Penny.

"Yeah but my mom is never home and my dad isn't that smart." I explained.

"Hey (Y/n). Saw you talking to the Heathers earlier today." Said Kurt, as he and Ram sat on both sides of me.

"Thinking you might be moving up in this world, thought I would give you a chance with us." Said Ram.

"No thanks." I said.

"Are you Homo?" Asked Kurt, acting like it 1989.

"Boys, its 2020. Grow up and learn some manners." I told them, trying to get them to back away.

But everything I've tried today seem to fail as the two boys leaned closer, onto me.

"You're just playing hard to get, sweetheart." One of them said. I've been though to much today emotional to deal with shit.

"(Y/n), are they bothering you?" Asked McNamara. I could not see her but seeing was Penny and Martha looked behind me, she was there.

"Yes." I said and the two boys were drag off the seat and away from me to the floor before I could see anything gruesome, or look behind me. Veronica sat beside me and pulled me into a hug and I yawn.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Mmm."

"I'm taking that's a yes. You sleepy?"

"Mmm."

"Okay." Said Veronica. She was warm and I had my eyes closed and I was slowly losing my conscious.

-

"Shut upp."

"Did she just tell me to shut up in her sleep?" I heard someone, clearly Chandler, say.

I was something really comfortable, more than Veronica. A bed? Martha? I was very confused and still kinda sleepy. My couch.

"Her room is a mess." Said Duke.

"If you don't like it, you can leave." I muttered, sitting up.

"Hey! We didn't have to save you from the two idoits earlier." Said Duke.

"They wouldn't have come after me if they didn't see me with you three." I told them, I yawned. "You know what I don't care."

"You really don't care? If someone messes with you?" Said McNamara.

"I'm to tired to care at the moment." I said.

"You just woke up." Said Chandler earning glare from me and she glared right back.

"And I would have stayed that way if I didn't hear your voice." I said before earning everyone's glares beside Veronica. "Okay, sorry. Just stop staring at me." I complained. Someone grabbed my chin hard making me look at them, Chandler.

"Do not insult me (Y/n)." She said making me and everyone else shiver.

"N-Noted. P-Please let my chin go so I wouldn't have a bruise." I said, but her gripped tighten. Getting a whimper out of me.

"Apologize."

"OKAY! I'M SORRY." I said and she finally let me go. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"Did you really have to do that?" Said Veronica, heading over to me.

"She needs to know who is in charge even if we aren't in school, Veronica." Said Chandler, glaring at Veronica who was checking on my forming bruise.

"You didn't need to hurt her!" Said Veronica, hugging me and I accepted the hug, hugging her back.

"Are you questioning me?" Asked Chandler, I could feel her glare on us.

"You can't be serious." Said Duke. "Don't defend her Veronica."

"..." McNamara was quiet for this.

"Get out." I said, letting Veronica go. "Now."

"You'll regret this (Y/n)." Said Chandler. I laughed at this.

"Oh?" I said, getting completely serious, knocking her off guard. "You can mess with in school but in my house, Chandler. This is my territory. So get out."

I clearly scared them, Chandler huffed.

"Fine. Veronica, this isn't over." She said before leaving my room with the other Heathers.

"You should go with them Veronica. I'm going to mess up this deal you have with them."

"It doesn't matter (Y/n)! She just injured you! I know they have their issues with you but injuring you is something else."

"...It's not the first time Veronica." I muttered and Veronica gasped. "There's a story, there was a time where there wasn't any shit between use. Last year of Middle School."

- 2016

I was a bright kid, making people happy and being nice was a thing I was great at. Diffently to my neighbor Heather McNamara, who's been making me call her McNamara since there was 2 other Heathers at the school.

I've hung out with the three of them a few times. They seemed to be nice but they were getting more popular with the other students.

I felt that we were drifting away from each other but me being myself, knew if that what was to make her happy, I was happy.

So I started talking to other people like Martha. Clearly someone didn't like it as I was pulled in a closed off classroom one break period.

"(Y/n)." Said Chandler. "We tolerate you but your just not caring."

I was bullying confused.

"Not caring?" I questioned.

"About your reputation at this school! You've started hanging out with Martha now, like you're wanting to be her friend." Said Duke and I made a face.

"(Y/n)." Said McNamara and I looked her in the eyes. "Don't you see what we've been trying to give you? You could have all the power over these students. You'll be at the top with me!"

"Well below us but above everyone else." Said Chandler.

"Nah." I said.

"What?" Said McNamara.

"You aren't hanging out with the right people Heather but I'm not gonna stop you but I'm not helping." I said before leaving.

But Chandler had others ideas and grabbed my arm and dug her nails into my skin.

"Stop thinking like a fool for once. We are offer you power and popularity and you say no to us?" She said.

"Y-yes?" I told her before she pulled me closer to her.

"You are going to regret this, I swear." She said letting me go and pushing me out of the classroom. I stumbled to get my standing.

"(Y/n) there you are!" Said Martha and I turned to face her. She was dragging a tall lanky girl behind her. "I want you to meet my other bestie, Veronica." Said Martha.

"It's nice to meet you Veronica. I'm happy to finally do so since Martha talks about you as much as her taste in movies." I said.

"Right back at ya." Said Veronica. "Did you get...um injured?" She asked looking at my arm. There was bloody nail marks on my arm let by the one and not only Heather, Chandler.

"I probably scratched it on something, don't worry. I got bandaids in my bag but worry if we get in class on time." I said noticing the time.

-2020

"I'm gonna murder them." Said Veronica.

"Calm down. That's in the past and it would have stayed there if someone wasn't a fool and joined them." I said. "What were you even thinking?! Things with them never end well with the other party." I exploded at her before she pulled me into a hug. I felt she was crying.

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

"Me too."

- NEXT DAY

Veronica had left and I've haven't seen her at school. She wasn't with the Heather's. I sat with Penny and Martha as normal.

"Penny, I've given you enough time to realise that we aren't popular at all. Like being seen with us will lower it for you." I told her and she just giggles.

"I don't really care about that. I enjoy both of your friendships and I love turning your red in the morning (Y/n)." Said Penny. What is with her and flirting with me every morning?

I turn red still being not use to it and Martha laughs at my misery.

"I've never seen anyone who takes a compliment like you, like no one notices your beauti."

"Ahahaha." I nervously laughed.

"So you're the Penny, (Y/n) was talking about." Said Veronica, out of nowhere with the Heathers. Weren't they mad at her? Penny and I turned around in our seats to face them.

"So you've been talking about me? I'm flattered." Said Penny. "But yes I am that Penny, what do you want?" She said with a different tone altogether, making me nervous.

"Back off of what's not yours." Said Chandler.

What? I'm not anyone's.

"Who said?" Asked Penny. "(Y/n) is a single female and fits all I like in a girl."

"W-wait what?" I said.

"Be quiet for me honey please." Said Penny.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I actually listened.

"You can't actually think you'll win against us." Said Duke.

"And if you do win, what are you going to do then? Fight each other? Because I know you incapable of sharing." Said Penny. "I went to middle school with all of you. I know how you've fought over her then and then decided to hate her when she said no to your little plan of popularity."

I'm super happy everyone decided to leave, probably because the Heathers threatened them.

"Stalker much?" Said Duke.

"I was always on the side line but it doesn't matter." Said Penny. She didn't answer the question. "(Y/n) has already said no to the three of you, why try again?"

"I'm confused. You liked me back then?" I questioned.

"It was obvious." Said McNamara.

"To a normal person! I can be dense as fuck when it comes to romance!" I told her.

"We noticed." Said Duke and Penny put an arm around me and pulled me closer earning glares and growles from the others.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you have this." Said Penny before putting a hand on my face and turned me to look at her.

"Penny?" I questioned.

"I know it is unlikely for you to chose me but it wouldn't stop me from trying." She said before kissing me on my lips, stealing my first kiss.

It ended as quickly as it happened because I was pulled away and out of my seat and McNamara had her arms me and held my back towards her.

I looked behind me and at her and she moved her hand to mouth and wipe off was probably Penny's lipstick.

I couldn't focus on what the others were doing, probably yelling at Penny, knowing they couldn't truly harm her physically.

"Are you okay?" Asked McNamara, seeming to know I was in a daze.

"I'm feeling out of it. Probably because the shock of 5 girls actually like me and one just kissed me." I said truthfully.

"Ah... I'm sorry for all of this."

"Me too." I mumbled.

-

1/13/2020

This has been a year and 2 day long thing. I'd lost interest in it for awhile but I reread it and fixed it and finished it. Clearly it's not done but it felt how this part should end.

Forgiving for what they've caused the other, knowing or not. I know this isn't my normal gender neutral but this is one of my passion of my love of women and before I started doing all my writing gender neutral.

[sprnklersplashes]

not beyond repair (13/?)

ao3

January is a funny time in the school year. There’s little actual work to be done and handed in and graded but the aura of stress clings to the walls of the school and especially to the seniors, now staring down the barrel of that final stretch of the school year. The post-Christmas buzz still stubbornly hangs around and can be seen in the quiet moments before Miss Fleming enters homeroom, the weeks of stretching out on couches and gorging oneself on mince pies and pricey chocolates not wanting to go away so easily. Veronica can feel it now, in the early morning when she’s sitting on her desk, her fingers ghosting along JD’s coat, Martha sitting at her side and Heather on the desk behind, idly stroking Martha’s hair in a secret gesture of affection. All they have is fifteen minutes. Fifteen precious minutes where they can pretend high school isn’t a real thing with real world consequences.

“Also, there’s a pretty extensive Patrick Kavanagh collection in the school library,” JD goes on, his eyes lighting up the way they always do when he starts talking about literature. If there was a way to make her fall harder for him, it was when he was like this, caught up in his love for the written word, rambling on about any and all books he had read, particularly when it came to the poets. Watching the way he came alive when poetry was brought up was worth the confusion she wasn’t unused to feeling when he was talking, the feeling that she was struggling to keep up with him. “I checked it out when I first got here. No other place has ever had as much Irish poetry as Wester-”

He breaks off into a minor coughing fit, his shoulders shaking beneath Veronica’s hands. He still hasn’t shaken off that flu it seems, despite him swearing to God he was fine when he came back. Part of her, the protective part formed over years of being friends with Martha and just her own instincts, wants to grab him and check his temperature and try to force him down to the lobby to wait for Claire to pick him up. And the other part, well…

“I would try not to say, ‘I told you so’,” she says. “But I did tell you so.”

“You didn’t,” he says, the worst of it seemingly over.

“I told you it was contagious and you were the one insisting on your tough immune system.”

“You did tell me to get into the bed,” he reminds her.

“Yeah you did tell him to do that, in fairness,” Heather adds, leaning forwards on her knees. Veronica raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘whose side are you on here. I was your friend first.’ “But also… everyone got sick at some point. Last week my chemistry class was three people. And one of them was sneezing too.”

“I didn’t,” Martha reminds them, a confident edge in her voice that would have been foreign last year. Veronica suppresses a smile as she watches Heather keep running her hands through her hair. That girl’s doing wonders for her girl.

“Yeah, Dunnstock how are you the only one in our entire grade who didn’t get sick?” JD asks, coughing into his sleeve. Veronica finds her hand on his shoulder and tighter than before, her eyes moving over this face. Still looking healthy, his cheeks their normal colour, but that doesn’t stop the way her feet tap anxiously against the desk.

“My mom’s a nurse,” she explains with a shrug. “Which means I’ve had every vaccine there is to get. Sometimes twice.”

“That and her immune system is just generally a beast,” Veronica adds. “It’s why your mom let you stay over when I had chicken pox when we were 6.”

“That too,” she replies with a small grin. She ducks her head slightly so that her hair falls forwards a little. Behind her, Heather frowns for a moment before continuing to stoke her hair, taking a moment after each one to scratch her back with featherlight fingernails.

“Good morning class.” Veronica suppresses a groan as Fleming comes through the door, breaking the gentle hum of the room and bringing in the reality of morning announcements and codes of conduct.

“My cue to leave,” JD says with a grimace, lifting his bag onto his shoulder. “See you guys later. I’ll save your seat in English for you, Dunnstock.”

“Thanks,” Martha says, her attention elsewhere. Her focus is on Heather as she moves slowly back to the place she picked out at the start of the year, with the rest of the Heathers, and Kurt just behind her, sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She can’t miss the protective flash in her friend’s eyes, nor the way her hand curls into a fist on the desk.

“I’ll see you later, darling,” JD says, squeezing her hand gently before heading out the door, avoiding Fleming’s watchful gaze. Although he does take a moment at Heather’s desk to tap the back of her chair and whisper something in her ear. Veronica can’t make it out, and it may have been nothing for all she knows. But it has an effect on Kurt, who turns away from her. If he had been planning anything, it’s gone now.

Veronica slides into her seat, the date written sharply across the blackboard catching her eye; January 12th, 1990. Gone are the 1980s and everything that came with them. On the lead up to New Year’s Eve  the news was full of events that shook the world in the past decade; the assassination of a Beatle and of a Pope, the election of a new President that happened just when she was old enough to dip her toes into politics, the fall of a wall on another continent. They’ll all be in history books on day, maybe not too far away, but all she can think about (selfish, she knows) is her own life. From 1980 to 1990. Middle school to high school and everything that came with both of them, dreams she’d thought were so far away getting closer and closer and she’s trying to take every step with all the grace and poise she’d hoped. Now she’s here, staring down the barrel of a new decade that’s even less certain than the last. From seven going on eight to seventeen going on eighteen-

Holy crap.

“It’s my birthday next week.” She’s proud of how offhand she sounds. She certainly doesn’t sound like she was rehearsing this for the first two periods of her school day and refining it all the way up to lunch. It seems stupid and it probably is, especially if you asked someone like Heather Chandler with her 17,000 friends but for her it was years of her and Martha eating cake in her room, maybe a year or two with Betty in the mix as well. But now she’s upgraded from one friend to three. Well, two and a boyfriend. Which is new territory for her, birthday-wise.

“I know,” JD replies, pushing the baby tomatoes out of his salad. “Which is why I have already got my eye set on your gift,” he adds, budging his floor gently against hers under the lunch table.

“No,” she tells him, fighting a blush as she pokes his cheek. “I don’t need presents. What I do need is you guys.” Her friends look up at her, all three frowning a the bluntness of her statement and two raising eyebrows in an identical fashion, both conveying the message ‘I’m getting you a gift whether you like it or not’.

“Can you clarify what you mean by that?” Heather asks, wrinkling her nose. “Because that sounded really weird without context.”

“It did, didn’t it?” she replies, giggling along with the rest of her lunch table. At least Heather had the grace to hide it behind her hands. “Okay, okay so… I was just thinking we get together next weekend for something. Maybe my place. Or the bowling alley just reopened, we could go there. Get food after.”

“Question,” JD interrupts, his elbow on the table and his finger in the air. “Will there be cake?”

“Of course there will be cake,” she tells him, tapping his cheek playfully. “Keep up, babe.” She turns to the other two, a surprising nervous energy about her. She starts a gentle run through JD’s hair, hoping to calm herself. “Are you guys in?”

“Of course I’m in,” Martha says with a fond smile. Veronica grins; if there was ever an affectionate way to say ‘duh, idiot’, of course Martha would have figured it out. “I’m always in.”

“Great.” One down… her gaze moves to Heather, whose hand slowly creeps over Martha’s, but her eyes meet Veronica’s and show nothing but the same sparkling enthusiasm she had seen back when she was giving her makeovers.

“I’d love to,” she says. “And since it’s your birthday, I can take the liberty of planning it.”

“Heather, that’s sweet, but you don’t have to.”

“Yes I do,” she interrupts insistently. She pulls herself back just a little. “Besides I’m really good at it. Chandler and Duke used to get me to plan everything.”

“Okay,” she replies quickly, not wanting her their former friends’ presence to linger. “I trust you Heather.”

“And I trust her judgement,” JD replies, pointing in her direction with a fry. “And you, I guess.”

“Flattered,” she replies flatly, cocking an eyebrow. He gives her wink before looking past her for a brief moment, toying with the sleeve of his coat.

“Just a minute ladies, nature calls.” He kisses Veronica’s temple swiftly, his fingers delicately touching on the back of her hand. She feels a light, barely-there blush creep over her face and gentle warmth on her skin as she whispers ‘okay’ and squeezes his hand

“Are you going to do that to all of us or just her?” Heather asks. “Because I don’t think my girlfriend would be happy if you did it to all of us.”

                                                                                               *****

He takes a minute to scope out the men’s room first. He’s planned this about as carefully as he can, down to the minute. And it’s a pain in his ass, keeping one eye on the clock and the other on his lunch table, his little orange bottle sitting patiently in the pocket of his coat the whole time. Kissing his girlfriend and making like it’s just a normal bathroom run.

He keeps his eyes on his reflection as he twists the bottle open. Maybe he can pretend it’s someone else if he does it like that.

He doesn’t hate the meds. Not them specifically. In fact since they do their job right and keep his brain in check he can’t find anything to complain about. But… there’s the small issue of taking them to school, taking them in school. The old ones were pop one in the morning and go about his day. The new ones are one every lunch time which is… less than ideal. Especially considering lunch is the only point in his day when his entire friend group is together, given their fragmented school schedules. The rest of the days are a pick and mix of when he sees them-Martha three times a week in English, Heather twice a week in history and Veronica twice a week in social studies, not counting their little moments before and after classes, stolen away in their garden or behind the lockers or against the window. Those moments don’t last long enough to count. He wants to make the time he has count, not just with her but with Martha and Heather too.

And then there’s the other thing. The fact that this is another thing. Therapists is one thing, one thing that’s relatively normal, tied to the ground and doesn’t make heads turn so much. It doesn’t have too many negative associations, except in the older or less liberal citizens of Sherwood. But therapy is something she can understand and he can be okay with her knowing. These little guys in their little orange bottle aren’t so much.

He knocks two back, taking a swig from the water fountain, and closes the little bottle again before checking his own reflection. He pulls his hair over his face a little, letting it fall forwards into his eyes and leans on the sink, the boy in the mirror seeming to frown at him.

“Don’t give me that look, bitch,” he mutters to him. He taps the lid of the bottle with his finger. “These keep our brain in order. And for that we thank them for their service.” He turns to leave and puts the bottle back in his pocket just in the nick of time it seems; the door clicks and creaks open.

And doesn’t he just love the one who walks in.

JD’s old survival instincts kick in when Kurt enters, an everyday occurrence in both their lives suddenly and abruptly turning into a showdown. Two go in, one goes out.

He briefly considers that maybe Claire’s right when she calls him melodramatic.

“What’re you doing?” Kurt asks, stopping in his tracks, his mouth twisting in to a snarl.

“That should be obvious,” he replies flatly. His hand curls into a tight fist at his side so hard that his nails press into his palms. He doesn’t hide the fact that that he doesn’t like Kurt and hasn’t since his first day in Westerberg (both of them), but it’s different from how he feels about Ram or Heather Chandler or Heather Duke. He can’t forget the shiner on Macnamara’s cheek on Halloween night, the way she trembled in the half-light of Veronica’s living room, how small and fragile and breakable she seemed for the first time since they met.

“What’re you staring at?” he says harshly, taking another step towards JD. He doesn’t necessarily take a step back. It’s more of a stumble.

“Nothing.” He dodges around him and tries to make for the door, only for him to be caught on the shoulder. He tries to swallow but his throat is dry. He keeps his eyes on the poster about washing our hands on the wall. If only that poster could be the only thing in the room right now. Instead Kurt’s beside him, his hand slipping into his pocket-

“No!” He jerks away from him but it’s too little too late; his little bottle sits in the palm of Kurt’s hand and a wicked glint is in Kurt’s eye. He tries to breathe slowly and deeply, to put his chaotic thoughts in some form of order. “That’s mine!”

“Dude…” A wide grin spreads over his face, unfamiliar in its enthusiasm and its lack of mockery or cruel intent. “You do drugs?”

“No, I don’t!” he snaps. “Just give it back!”

“Or what?” he taunts, tossing the bottle from one hand to the other. Every time it lands, JD flinches and he realises trying not to is pointless. His fist gets tighter and it feels like his body is a wound up coil ready to jump. He knows it would be easy enough to give into that urge and it would work. But that’s only easy for a minute. Then after that it’s detentions and phone calls and awkward car rides and having to explain himself to Veronica and then having to promise Claire he’ll do better. And yeah, he cares. So he keeps all of that in his tightly curled fist and traps it there.

“You know ‘or what’,” he whispers, raising an eyebrow. “Especially now that Ram’s not around to protect you.”

Kurt scoffs and rolls his eyes, but it’s smoke and mirrors. If anyone knows the difference between not caring and just pretending, it’s probably JD. It’s definitely JD. He doesn’t move an inch, putting the ball in Kurt’s court and hoping he’ll do what he needs him to.

“Psycho,” he mutters, chucking the bottle in his direction. He manages to catch it and puts it back in his pocket, where it belongs. “I don’t get what Veronica sees in you.”

“Me neither, buddy,” he replies. But she sees something and they’re making something. And that’s what he’s going back out to.

                                                                                               ******

“What are you grinning at?” Veronica asks, bumping her arm up against Martha’s as they sit in the parking lot, waiting for her mom’s car. A rare day off for Martha’s mom means that she can give her daughter a ride home, and when she says her daughter, that includes Veronica, of course. Martha herself as been smiling at something in her planner, something she’s tried and failed not to smile at. Veronica has a strong idea of who the culprit is but that hardly stops her from being nosy. If anything it makes her more nosy.

“This,” she says, passing the book over to her. In the corner of the second page of the ‘notes’ section is a little flower drawn in pink pen, simple in its design, with a small scribbled message next to it ‘you’re so smart-it’s amazing’. Her hunch was right-the handwriting is unmistakable, and besides, only one person could make Martha blush like that. “She wrote it during study hall when I went to the bathroom. I didn’t even notice until now.”

“Sappy girl,” she says fondly, handing her back her notebook. “I’m glad though. That she’s making you happy.”

“Thanks,” she says, pulling her jacket over her hands. Her smile falters a little.

“Hey.” Her hand comes over Martha’s. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. Veronica cocks her head at her. Really, Martha should know better than to lie to her by now. “It’s just… I like Heather so much. But I can’t bring her home or tell my mom about her.”

“You haven’t told her yet?” Martha shakes her head, looking out across the lot. Veronica isn’t sure if she should be flattered or confused or depressed that Martha’s told her but not her own mom. No matter what she’s feeling inside, Veronica rubs her shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s complicated,” she says. “Like… I know my mom isn’t… she doesn’t hate gay people. I know that. Every time there’s news of some new hate crime she always talks about how bad it is. But it’s not even the gay thing… okay it’s a little the gay thing. But telling my mom that I have someone, it…”

“It brings her into it,” Veronica finishes it. “And then it’s not just you two… it’s you two plus your mom. And it brings her into your family.”

“Exactly,” Martha agrees, nodding. A knowing smile creeps across her face. “So I take it you haven’t told your parents about JD?”

“Not… quite yet,” she admits delicately, making Martha laugh. “I mean- have you met my mom!”

“I love your mom!”

“Yeah, you don’t live with her!” she reminds her, pushing her gently. “Can you imagine what would happen if she knew about me and JD? She’d be insufferable.”

“But…”

“Can we go back to when this conversation was about you?” she asks. Martha shakes her head, her ponytail falling over her shoulder.

“Nope.” Veronica laughs and leans back, her arm sitting on top of the railing.

“Okay. But… I don’t know… maybe I just like the idea of taking JD home.” She pushes her hair out of her face. “On the other hand I could just hide him from my parents forever.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I can. Our wedding will just be an outrageously fancy dinner and we’ll do our vows while my parents are in the bathroom.” Martha bursts into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand and burying her face in her hand.

“Will that work?”

“Of course it will,” she says, more than satisfied by her little fantasy world.

“Doesn’t his mom know about you though?” she asks, just as her mom’s car pulls into the parking lot, alerting them with a quick honk of the horn.

“Yeah,” she says, getting up. “But… that’s different.” Martha squints at her behind her glasses, her head cocking ever so slightly. “Okay it’s… kind of different.”

“Maybe,” Martha admits just as they approach her mom’s car. “But if you’ve met his family...” Her voice trails off and she doesn’t need to finish that sentence.

“Sometimes I really don’t like when you’re right,” Veronica grumbles. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she just saw Martha smile at that.

Her mom is sitting on the couch when she comes in, her dad at the stove. Wednesday night, his turn to cook. Judging by the half-empty tub of chilli powder on the counter, his adventures in Mexican foods are not over yet and Veronica’s tonsils may be in danger of being blown off.

“Hey, pumpkin,” her dad greets as she sets her bag down. “Don’t eat anything it’ll spoil your appetite.”

“Doubtful,” she replies, filling up her water bottle at the sink. She turns the faucet a little too tightly but its not like she can help it. She’s standing with her hand on the doorknob, about to let her real life and her family life mix and there’s one way it can end; an embarrassing, awkward disaster. And maybe she’s being melodramatic, and more than likely nothing much will change once she tells them and they’re over this hill. But it’s driving up the damn hill that’s the challenge.

“Hey, so, for my birthday,” she begins, pressing the tip of her bottle into her palm. She leans against the counter, hoping she comes off casual. “Could I go out with a few friends on Saturday?”

“Sure, honey,” her mom says, getting up from the couch and making her way over to her. She tries to think if she’s ever heard Claire call JD ‘honey’. ‘Kid’, sure, plenty of times, but as much as Claire is probably the loveliest adult she’s ever met, she doesn’t strike Veronica as the honey type. Probably because, unlike her own parents, Claire recognises that JD is months away from being a legal adult. “Which friends? Martha and Heather? And JD?”

“Yeah. Just those three. We think we’re going to go bowling and get some food.”

“A boy at your party, Ronnie?” her dad says. Veronica groans out loud, rewarded with a disapproving look from her mom. She holds her hands up in surrender. “Just… you’ve never had a boy at your birthday party before. Not since kindergarten.”

“Yeah because Mom said I had to invite my whole class so no-one felt left out,” she reminds him. Certain people were perfectly fine with leaving her out, but that didn’t seem to matter to her parents back then. She wonders for a second if Heather Chandler’s mom ever told her that she had to invite the whole class. If she did, the message obviously didn’t take. “But I’m nearly 18 now.”

“And in any case, JD’s just a friend, right sweetheart?” her mom asks, rubbing her arm. She meets her mom’s gaze for a brief second, the same colour and shade, one pair blissfully ignorant and excited and the other reprehensive and awkward. She could just turn around and agree with her, let her parents keep thinking she’s a happy little single with no interest in mingling. Could be easier for all of them. Or not.

“Well, not exactly,” she admits. She squeezes the bottle in her hand, making crinkles on the plastic, and closes her eyes, bracing herself. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Whatever she was expecting, her dad’s wooden spoon hitting the kitchen floor was… well, not it.

“Boyfriend?” her dad echoes, his voice a strange mixture of mad and shocked. If she had the spine, she’d ask what exactly he has to be bad about.

“Boyfriend!” her mom squeaks, on the opposite end of the spectrum to her dad. She grabs her hand tightly. “Oh well Veronica that’s wonderful. How long have you been together, did you ask him out, does his family know?”

“Okay one question at a time, Mom,” she says, half laughing. “Just since… since November I guess. And yeah, Claire knows.” It’s a little white lie. Those don’t hurt, right?

“Since November?” her dad asks, seemingly calmer now. “Explains why you got him that stuffed cat for Christmas.”

“And why he got you that beautiful necklace,” her mom explains. “Aw, Veronica, I’m so happy for you.”

“Okay,” she replies, ducking out of her mom’s embrace before she can start squishing her cheeks. She straightens her skirt and turns around, facing her ecstatic mom and her dad, who’s still trying to process what she told him. “So… you guys are okay with it?”

“Of course we are! As long as you’re happy-”

“I want to meet him,” her dad interrupts flatly, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder.

“What?”

“I want to meet him. Your boyfriend. I want to meet him if this thing is serious.”

‘Serious?’ she thinks. ‘Who said anything about serious?’

Maybe JD’s crumbled bedsheets and the butterfly at the base of her throat did.

“Dad,” she sighs. She looks over to her mom for help, an ally, literally any solidarity here, and just finds a shrug.

“Well, if you’re with him… I’d like to meet him too,” she says. “I’m sure he’s a lovely young man. But… it’s normally standard procedure that your parents meet your boyfriend.”

“Come on,” she sighs. She knows they’re right, of course, but that’s only because standard procedure is working against her. Doesn’t make her agree with it.

“Well, Ronnie, what could go wrong?” her mom asks, wringing her hands together.

‘So freaking much,’ she thinks.

“Nothing,” she admits with a defeated sigh. “Fine, I’ll bring him over.”

“Wonderful,” her mom says, clapping her hands together. “Well, what about Friday night? I can make my chicken casserole; we can all sit down and-”

“He has something on on Friday,” she interrupts, crossing her arms over her body. “Something he can’t get out of.”

“What is it?” her dad asks, raising an eyebrow.

“An appointment,” she replies. She tries not to bite her lip, but her dad seems to take it and nods, dropping the subject.

“Well, what about Saturday?” he asks. “He can come over before you go out with your friends. We can sit down, all talk together-”

“Talk about what exactly?” she asks.

“Well, you’re my only daughter,” he admits. “And I want to make sure he’s… right for you.”

“Oh my god!” she says.

“Language,” her mom reminds her.

“Okay,” she says, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “But… please don’t pull the ‘she’s my only child’ thing on him when he’s here.”

“I won’t,” her dad says, shrugging unconvincingly. Veronica and her mom both raise their eyebrows at him, keeping their eyes on him until he begins to cave. “I won’t… too much.”

“Nice try, Dad,” she says, laughing unexpectedly, turning to go upstairs and make a start on her homework before her dad calls her back.

“Hey… I’m glad you’re happy, hon.”

“Thank you,” she replies, smiling for real for the first time since she came in.

What exactly had she been worried about?

She brings up the prospect to JD in social studies while waiting for their teacher to get in. Having come in a few weeks into the school year, JD didn’t get the chance to grab the seat next to her; he sits two rows in front, three seats to the right. She worked that out the first class they had together. Maybe that’s what ‘having it bad’ is like. For now she squats on the floor next to him, grateful for their teacher’s lack of punctuality.

“Would me meeting your parents make you happy?” he asks, stroking her hair gently.

“Not particularly,” she admits. “Honestly I’d be happier keeping you away from my parents until the day we both die.”

“Worried they won’t like me or I won’t like them?”

“Worried my mom will be showing you my baby photos,” she replies.

“I would love that.”

“I wouldn’t.” He pokes the dimple in her cheek, grinning back at her. “So you’ll come over?”

“Of course I will,” he tells her. “Anything for you, Ronnie.” She scrunches up her face, trying but failing to disguise the butterflies in her stomach. Is it normal to still have butterflies at this stage? Maybe not, but the romantic in her hopes they last as long as she and JD do.

“Get a room, you two,” Chandler sighs, one row behind and three seats to the right. She files her nails, sitting on her own and yet still looking unbothered and powerful the way only she can. Alone by choice. She doesn’t look at them, instead raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow in mild annoyance.

JD rubs her arm just as the bell rings and Veronica has to get up, stretch her stiff legs and run over to her own desk before Ms Noel can bust her for being out of her seat.

                                                                                               *****

Claire, surprisingly, is in the living room when he gets home and that’s not the only thing that’s unusual. The TV is pulled out from the wall and she’s squatting behind it, glasses on her head, sleeves rolled up, her face screwed up in concentration so intense she doesn’t seem to notice JD until he’s right beside her, and even then she smiles at him and asks how school was as casually as she would if he found her in the kitchen or her study, as he almost always had.

“What are you doing to our TV?” he asks.

“It’s been wonky all week,” she says, swinging a thick wire around. He takes a step back. “Colour blinking on and off, the sound not working. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Why don’t you just call someone?”

“Because I’m not wasting money on asking someone to do something that I can clearly do myself,” she tells him, looking up at him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Life lessons, Jason.”

“I’ll note it down,” he says. “Look, I need a favour.”

“What is it?”

“I need to go down to the grocery store tonight,” he tells her. “And I need to use the kitchen on Friday.” Claire takes a break from her 200 wires and knobs and frowns at him, leaning back on her heels. “What?”

“Nothing,” she replies quickly. “But you know you don’t need to ask to use the kitchen, right? It’s your house.”

“Right,” he says, trying not to think too much about the words ‘your house’. “Well it’s just… I don’t really want to be interrupted while I’m in there.”

“Consider me gone,” she says with a wave of her hand. “I’ll probably be in here anyway trying to fix this thing.” She smacks the top of it hard, making the whole stand seem to shudder. “Hey, is there anything on the screen now?”

“No,” he tells her. “Just black.”

“God damn it,” she sighs, the top of her head disappearing behind the set.

“Claire,” he begins, suppressing a smirk. “How do I know it’s not more damaged now than it was when you started.”

“Don’t sass me,” she says from behind the TV. Her glasses come up over the top, pointing sharply at him. “I’ve almost got it.”

“I’m sure you have,” he replies. He doesn’t need to see her face to know that her mouth is hanging open and her eyebrows are most definitely hitting the ceiling. “How long have you been at that anyway?”

“On and off all day,” she replies. “I always meant to get around to it. It’s been on the brink for weeks now.”

“It’s never been on the brink for me,” he points out, sitting down on the edge of the couch. “Maybe it just hates you.”

“You barely use it,” she replies. “Do you know how many people would kill for a kid who doesn’t watch the TV? Oh!” He hears the sound of something being slotted and clicked into place, then out of place, then back into place, and then a knob turning before she steps out, the cover of the back of the TV still sitting propped up against the wall. She lifts up the remote and turns to him, her wide eyes and hair falling out of its braid and sweater slipping off her shoulder making her look like something of a mad scientist. “Ready?”

“Dazzle me,” he replies.

She points the remote at the TV with a flourish and hits the button, bouncing up and down with glee as she prepares to show off her amazing technician skills-

Only for the screen to remain black and silent, the afternoon sun hitting off it and the only picture being their reflections. In the dark screen, he can see Claire’s disappointed pout and it’s actually enough to make him hold back his biting remarks.

“Damn it,” she sighs. “I took the whole fucking back off.”

“That’s a dollar in the swear jar,” he tells her. While Claire swears that she had a swear jar in her kitchen for almost a decade now, JD can’t help but wonder if she read his file and put it in for his arrival. He knows that for some people, “troubled kid” =cursing a lot. He guesses it comes with the territory. Pity she didn’t make a ‘gets into fights in school’ jar instead, then they’d have had a vacation to Hawaii booked and paid for by now. And at least 51% of the dollars in the jar are Claire’s anyway.

“Maybe we’ll have to use that jar to get a new TV,” she sighs. “I’ve had this thing since about 1973 anyway. Maybe it’s time for an upgrade.” She cocks her head, mentally assessing it, weighing up the pros and cons before shrugging and turning on her heel. “I’ll give it another grilling tomorrow when I’m well rested.” She puts her glasses on and sits down on the opposite arm of the couch, her chin propped up on her fist. “So what do you need from the grocery store?”

“Uh… flour, sugar… eggs I think. I’ll double check the recipe.”

“You’re baking?” she asks, grinning.

“Yeah,” he replies, feeling both dread and excitement, the latter winning out. “It’s Veronica’s birthday on Saturday.”

“Aww.” With a look from JD, she calms herself, dialling the ‘gushing foster mom’ stuff back down where it belongs. “That’s sweet Jason. Literally I guess.”

“Oh that was bad,” he replies, laughing. “Anyway I’ll double check. I think we have a lot of the stuff here.”

“What are you making her?” she asks, following him into the kitchen and leaning on the counter.

“Red velvet,” he says softly, taking the recipe book down from the shelf. If nothing else, he lucked out by being taken into a house with more recipes than he’d know what to do with. He holds it open at the right page with one hand and goes through the cupboards with the other one. “It’s her favourite.”

“Make a little extra one for me?” she asks.

“Make that saffron risotto and I won’t say no,” he tells her. He isn’t kidding. He’d do many things for that risotto.

“Oh, I managed to run out to the pharmacy today,” she says, looking through her bag. He keeps looking at the book, knowing what she’s bringing out of her bag. “Picked up your next prescription. You said you’re running low, right?”

“Yeah,” he says flatly. He must sound nearly as bad as he feels because Claire puts the bag down and comes slowly to his side.

“Everything okay, kid?”

“Course it’s okay,” he sighs, looking up at her quickly. “Thanks. Thanks for picking them up for me.”

“Jason,” she says, a little firmer this time. “Anything you need to talk about? Or is this a Rachel thing?”

A Rachel thing. That’s what he calls something only to be discussed between himself and his therapist. The real dark stuff that sometimes he can’t understand. He can understand this, of course, but it’s just…

It’s embarrassing.

“It’s fine,” he sighs, closing the book, his finger keeping his page. “It’s just…” He looks up, Claire’s face the classic parental concern (or foster-parental concern), gentle and coaxing. He tells himself hes only talking to her because that’s what she’s here for, it’s what the system pays her for. “I just… I don’t like having to be on them.”

“Jason,” she sighs. After a moment, her hand is on his shoulder and it’s… not unwelcome.

“I know I need them,” he says. “I know that. And I’m not… It’s not like I hate them. I just…” Big truth time. He scratches the cover of the book in his hands. “I don’t want to need them. Not forever.”

“Oh, kid,” Claire breathes. “I know. I know it’s a lot right now.” He hums in agreement. “Would you feel better if I told you that you get used to it?”

“I will?” he asks.

“Of course you do,” she says. “Like these.” She touches the frame of her glasses. “I got them when I was 12. And I get used to them. Putting them on every morning. Taking them off every night. Sometimes I forget they’re there sometimes. And then I break them.” He at least chuckles at that. “And I don’t want to need them either.” She rubs his shoulder in a gentle motion that comes close to wiping his worries away. If only. “And that’s not going into all the other meds I’ve had to take before. It’s all just stuff I need. And there comes a point where it feels like second nature.” His head moves a fraction of its own accord, less than a breath away from Claire’s shoulder. It’s close to comforting, a line he’s seen more than once in his time. She squeezes his shoulder tightly and a rush of feeling comes over him, half-confused, half okay. “I know it sucks right now, kid. It’s just something you need. No shame in that.”

“Thanks,” he whispers, his voice cracking.

“Any time,” she replies softly, her breath tickling his hair. She pats his shoulder again before getting up and moving over to the counter to pick up her car keys.

“Also I’m going over to Veronica’s early on Saturday,” he tells her, taking out his notebook and writing ingredients on a back page. “She wants me to meet her parents.”

“Oh, it’s that serious?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Should I do the same? You bring her over, we have dinner, I grill her about her intentions with you and threaten to skin her if she hurts you?” He bites back a laugh; it’s not that Claire doesn’t pack a punch sometimes, but she’s 5 foot nothing and has a penchant for pastel jumpers and home crafting. He can’t see Veronica being scared much by that, especially not that she knows her now.

“I’ll make notes of what her dad tells me,” he replies. “To give you pointers.” He pauses, his pencil twirling in mid-air. “Although… maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. You, me, her. Real dinner.”

“Pick a date on the calendar,” she tells him.

“Maybe,” he says again. He used to love that word, ‘maybe’. When he’s moving every 3 months, it’s a nice way of saying ‘I’d like to, but realistically, it’ll never ever happen because I’ll be gone soon’. In recent years, he’s liked it less and less. “Okay, let me just leave my stuff upstairs.”

He takes the stairs two at a time and throws the bag down on his bed before taking his wallet out of it. It’s meant to be less than a minute, but something catches his eye; the reflection of himself in the mirror propped up against the wall, the way the sleeves of his coat fall over his hands and the collar is flipped up to his cheekbones, the way the black stands against the pale wall of his bedroom. He’s barely paid attention to it despite wearing it practically every single day since he got it. He likes it, doesn’t he?

For the first time in years, he’s not so sure about it.

                                                                                               ******

Veronica takes her finger out of her mouth, scowling at the chipped nail. To her credit, Heather Chandler probably put more effort into getting her to kick the nail biting than into anything else. She curls her hand into a fist, sitting at the kitchen table and waiting for her boyfriend to knock the door. To meet her parents. To actually talk to them. For them to talk to him.

Surely it’s not too late to cancel.

“Are you sure this is enough?” her mom asks from the counter. Two plates of sandwiches, a pot of coffee, a jug of ice water and a plate of homemade cookies. Her mom’s gone all out in more ways than one. She’s wearing the Easter blouse. If her dad’s over protectiveness doesn’t send JD running, her mom just might.

“It’s fine, Mom,” she says. “We’ll get food after bowling tonight.” She looks up, frowning. “Where’s Dad?”

“Probably at the front door,” her mom says. “Waiting for him.”

“Oh God.” She gets up from the table and runs into the hall, then the living room, where she sees her dad sitting in his armchair and facing the window. “Dad!”

“What?” he asks, a little startled. He pulls at his shirt collar, trying to perform relaxed. He’s doing worse than her, which is an achievement. “I’m just waiting for lunch to be ready.”

“Can you wait in the kitchen?” she asks. “You know, where there’s no windows?”

“Ronnie-”

“Dad.” She contemplates batting her eyes at her, trying to play up ‘Daddy’s little girl’. “Dad, I’ll let him in.” Her dad sighs and pulls himself up, crossing the room over to her. She pats his chest lightly. “And then you can scare him all you like.”

“All I like?”

“Okay, not all you like.” He laughs and ruffles her hair before setting off to the kitchen, not before taking one look at the front door, peering through the stained glass.

“Dad!”

“I’m going!” She laughs behind her hand as she herself turns to look out the window, her eyes scanning for a familiar coat or shock of dark hair passing by her window. She guesses she must have been concentrating too hard, because when the doorbell does ring it makes her jump out of her skin.

Before she opens the door, she does have to dead-stare her dad in the eye until he backs up back into the kitchen.

“Hey,” she whispers as he steps in. She pulls him into a soft, fast kiss, one eye open in case her father decides to ‘accidentally’ walk in on them. Her hand doesn’t grasp the collar as it normally does but falls flat against his chest. “You ready?”

“Of course I am,” he says with a shaky grin. “I was born ready.”

“Okay tough guy,” she laughs, running her hand down his arm to hold his. A snarky remark forms and dies on her lips when she takes him in fully. “Is that a new jacket?”

“Oh, this?” he asks, stretching out his arm. It’s dark blue and soft and stops at his waist rather than his usual floor-length coat. “Um yeah. Christmas present from Claire. You like it?”

“Yeah… it’s nice.” She clears her throat, bringing herself back to the present and grabbing his hand. “Come on. My mom’s probably going to hunt us down if we stay out here any longer.”

When they get into the kitchen, her mom is at the counter, working at nothing, while her dad puts on a show of reading the newspaper next to her. They’re both a little too into their feigned ignorance; Veronica has to clear her throat to alert them to their presence.

“Mom… Dad,” she begins as they both look up, regarding JD with broad smiles. Her catches for a second and she wraps her hand around his arm. “This is JD. This is my boyfriend.”

“JD…” Her dad repeats, strolling up to them. He’s just about eye level with JD. He tenses next to her, his fingers curling tighter around hers. His mouth opens but for a second no sound comes out. Veronica bites her cheek, trying not to laugh at his wide eyes, or the way he covertly wipes his hand on his jeans before holding it out to her dad.

“Um, Jason Dean, sir,” he says. “But… most people call me JD.” Her dad shakes his hand, the beginnings of a grin on his lips. When JD winces just slightly, small enough for just her to see it, Veronica swallows a snicker, but also makes a mental note to buy him liquorice on Monday to make up for it.

“Nice to meet you, son,” he says, clapping JD on the shoulder. “Why don’t you sit down?”

And it’s at that moment she hears Jason Dean, her JD, her unbreakable and unshakeable JD, squeak.

And she’s not sure she isn’t dreaming.

“I was not scared by your dad!” he insists as they walk through the parking lot to the bowling alley. Veronica had allowed half an hour before insisting they had to motor to be ready. Although her parents had a little more time with him than she had planned, thanks to her dad’s insistence that he wait down there while she ran upstairs to get her jacket and do her make-up. He said that him and JD would have plenty to talk about while she was gone. Well, her dad did anyway, and JD had plenty to smile and nod at and plenty of time to watch the stairs anxiously.

“You were so scared by my dad,” she corrects him, running her hand up and down his arm and resting her cheek on his shoulder. “But he liked you.”

“He did?”

“Mm-hm. I can tell. He didn’t like Heather Chandler and I could tell that. He was different with you.”

“How different exactly?” he asks, pride clinging to his every word. She doesn’t need to look up to see the satisfied smirk on his face.

“Mm. He was happy with you. Underneath all of the Dad stuff.”

“Way, way underneath all of that,” he agrees, pressing his lips to her hair. She takes his hand and turns around under his arm so that she faces him, sees the amused, soft smile on his face. She places her hand on his chest, just a little north of his heart.

“Thanks for coming over,” she says sincerely.

“Like I said in school,” he replies. “Anything for you, Ronnie.” He places his hand over hers. “And you’ve met my biological parent and my foster parent, I think it’s only fair I meet yours now.” She huffs a laugh, shaking away the usual prickling discomfort that comes around in the rare occasion his father is brought up. She takes hold of his jacket instead and pulls him towards her instead, grinning against his lips at the feeling of his hand tangling in her hair.

It’s not that she’ll miss the trench coat, she thinks as she wraps her arms around his waist. It was just a coat after all. But damn if it wasn’t fun grabbing the labels.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Not good to keep your friends waiting.” She hums in agreement, wrapping her arms around his and letting him lead her inside.

“Happy birthday Ronnie!” Before Veronica can even take anything in, a small flash of yellow crashes into her side and nearly knocks her over despite being practically half her size.

“Thanks Heather,” she laughs, wrapping her arms around her in return. Heather lets her go for less than a second before grabbing her hand and pulling her along with so much strength she slips out of JD’s hold.

“Come on! We set up down here!” Heather pulls her down past the lanes of other families and groups of teenagers or little kids bowling, so caught up in their own games none of them can spare a glance at them.

When Heather drags her down to the last lane, their lane, she’s close to speechless.

She doesn’t know how they swung it, but Heather (she imagines with Martha’s help) has tied blue and white balloons to the backs of chairs and even stuck a few to the ball dispenser, along with silver streamers that catch the red and green and yellow overhead lights. On the table there’s three different wrapped boxes and a white cake, which, if the red flakes are anything to go by, is red velvet, as well as a bottle of Coke and a bottle of Fanta. They caught Martha in the middle of placing silver candles on the cake, which right now spell out “Happy Bir”.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, hiding behind her hands, looking from Heather to Martha. “You guys did this?”

“Well, it was mostly Heather,” Martha says sheepishly.

“Oh, bullshit,” Heather says, skipping over to Martha and wrapping her arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Martha told me what I should get. I just followed her advice.”

“Well…” Her friend’s cheeks turn red, both from the praise and the public displays of affection from her girlfriend.

“You’re the best,” Veronica says, running over to Martha and throwing her arms around her “Seriously the best.”

“A little,” Martha allows herself to admit. “JD made the cake though.” Veronica turns to him, looking at him scratching the back of his neck, looking anywhere but his cake on the table.

“Oh did he?”

“I did promise you a red velvet cake,” he reminds her, sitting on the one free spot on the table.

“You guys are amazing,” she says.

“We know,” Heather replies, resting her cheek on her shoulder. “Now come on, are we bowling or what?”

And that’s how they spend their night. While Veronica relies on her old instincts from middle school birthday parties, JD turns out to be surprisingly bad at it (leading to quite a few hugs from Veronica). Heather, swearing she’s never bowled before, insists on Martha helping her. No one can miss how much she leans into her girlfriend’s embrace, how she deliberately pulls on Martha’s hand to tighten her grip on her waist. Or the not-so secret kiss Martha places on the back of her ear. Veronica celebrates every victory with a larger than life victory dance and high fives from all three of them and takes every defeat with a kiss on the head. She alternates between sitting on the table next to Martha and standing wrapped in JD’s arms while waiting for her turn. Even when waiters come down with French fries, hot wings and mini hot dogs they can’t calm down, high on their own buzz, play fighting over who’s winning, who has the better partner, who is the better partner, whether JD is really getting distracted or if he’s just… bad. She laughs until her face hurts and when in the moments when it starts to fade, she either leans on Martha or JD (one time Heather) and just for a second, she doesn’t even need to think about or say anything. She just sits in the moment and laughs and it’s perfect.

When she blows out the candles on her cake, she just wishes that they can always stay like this.

[maybeitsmangoes]

Consider: a sort of heathers au where remus and deceit are veronica and jd. Roman is Chandler, logan is Duke, patton is McNamara, virgil is Martha. (Cough cough and picani and Remy as ram and kurt)

Okay that sounds amazing.

But would jd be remus or deceit, because at different angles both could work?

[scouts-mockingbird]

99. Jdonica for quote prompts.

I challenged myself to finish this in the half hour before I went to dinner and I almost made it. Enjoy. 

99 JDonica “We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”

The floorboards creaked under their feet and JD suppressed the urge to flinch at the sound. One of them had to at least look confident or they’d both fall apart.

“This is a terrible idea,” Veronica muttered. “Why do I let you talk me into this shit?”

“Because you’re bored,” JD answered reflexively, and his voice was so loud in the thick, stale air that they both stopped.

Veronica glared at him. “Keep your voice down.”

They both knew there was no real reason to whisper; no one was at the site and they were far from the nearest house. Still, the thought of how his voice had echoed made JD shudder, so he didn’t argue with Veronica.

They continued forward towards the center of the lodge. JD’s heart was beating so fast and hard he wondered if Veronica could hear it. When he grabbed her hand to keep her from disappearing in the near perfect darkness, he could feet her pulse thrumming in her wrist.

They locked eyes, barely discernible in the faint light JD’s lighter cast. He squeezed her hand and she nodded.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Pressing on felt like swimming through dust and years of abandonment. Regardless of rumors of hauntings, JD almost agreed that the building should come down. There was something… not right about it.

But continuing this construction project was the only thing keeping JD in town and, with weeks to go until graduation, he and Veronica had adopted Project Penelope out of desperate necessity.

“The stairs are that way,” Veronica whispered, searching the map she’d gotten from the library and pointing.

JD nodded and they started towards them.

A heavy sound came from above them, and JD and Veronica froze. Veronica’s hand in his slicked over with sweat and she looked towards him.

“What was that?”

It had sounded like a body hitting the floor, but JD didn’t want to point that out. He shook his head. “I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Nothing? Did it sound like nothing?” Veronica hissed.

“Veronica it’s fine, probably just the foundation shifting. Relax.”

“Oh, right, I’ll relax. We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere, You’re totally right, nothing bad could possibly happen here.”

JD could barely make out her features in the dark of the stairwell, but he could feel her glare. He was about to respond when he heard the noise again.

Veronica clutched his hand. “We have to see what it is.”

“Are you fucking insane? No we don’t! Let’s just wait here–”

“What if it comes this way?” Veronica asked. “Let’s just go check it out.”

He wanted to argue more, but she was already leading the way up the stairs, hugging the wall to keep from making excess noise. With no other options, JD followed her.

When they made it to the landing, there was a light coming from a room down the hall. It was the clearest he’d been able to see Veronica in a while, and her dust-streaked face was pale and scared, but taught with determination. She raised the wrench she was weilding in one hand and stepped forward.

Step by terrified step, they made their way to the room. JD put his hand on the door and looked at Veronica. She nodded once and he pushed on it, failing to realize that it wasn’t attached to the hinges.

The door crashed to the ground in an explosion of dust and sound.

There was screaming. JD was pretty sure he had shouted, and likely Veronica had too, but the third scream had been too high and frightened to have belonged to the monster or goon JD had been picturing as their adversary.

“What are you doing here?” Veronica asked, coughing through the dust.

JD waved his arm around until he too could make out the third person in the room. “Heather?”

Heather Duke looked odd dressed in all black, her red hair mostly tucked under a hat and her face coated in dirt and dust. “Hi.”

“Heather,” Veronica said slowly, “What are you doing here?”

Abruptly, Heather turned angry. “This site is a historic landmark. It was built on top of a sacred site for the Miami nation and if it gets blown up, it will be destroyed. I’m just trying to slow down the demolition while the legal stuff happens. And your dad is a bastard.”

“I knew she was my favorite Heather,” JD said. “We’re doing the same thing.”

“You’re here to defend a sacred site from destruction and development?”

Veronica and JD exchanged a look.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Heather’s eyes narrowed. “Really?”

“Mostly. Anyway, Heather,” JD said, approaching Heather and putting an arm around her shoulders. “We’d like to slow this project down to, so what did you have in mind?”

She shrugged him off and pulled a blueprint out of her backpack. “Do you believe in curses?”

JD smiled. “You’re speaking my language.”

The three of them crowded around Heather’s blueprints as she pointed out various things she wanted to rig up.

“I’m setting a few little traps, nothing that’ll hurt anyone, but it’ll scare people who are already on edge.”

“The workers are already nervous,” JD said. His father had been complaining about it for days. “If this keeps up the only way the building will go down is if my dad comes in here and rigs it himself.”

They were quiet again for a moment as they poured over the plans. JD had to hand it to Heather, it was a well thought out little system.

“Do you believe in curses?” Veronica asked after a minute. “Or ghosts or any of that?”

“Only the kind I create,” Heather said decisively.

From below them, JD heard a strange, eerie noise floating up towards them.

Veronica looked around at them. “What was that?”

[probablyperce]

Caaaaaast your muuuutuals as Heeeeeaaaaatheeeers!

@dyingphan as JD (least offense)

@trees-and-sky as soft bean Heather M though we don’t talk much but still tho

@i-am-the-girl-in-the-story as Martha because you need some love

@bloodsweatandfrankie as Heather Chandler because sass and class

@maxvanna as Veronica because why not (*coUGH* Because you’re freaking fabulous *cough*)

@ewitscassierun (So freaking sorry) as Heather Duke because I get those vibes from you no offense

[sheeple]

EXO as Heathers characters

(Gifs not mine)

This is more based on the musical than the movie or series. Please, don’t take all this serious. It’s just a joke.

Minseok / Heather Duke

It’s all about the scrunchie man. And Min looks amazing in green, no lie also his mom paid for implants

Junmyeon / Father Ripper

He’s my fav underrated character in Heathers. The hilarious priest that gives us this amazing line:  "On the outside, Heather Duke was the vivacious young woman we all knew her to be......BUT HER SOUL WAS IN ANTARCTICA!!!"

Yixing / Martha Dunnstock

Sweet, sweet Martha. But who takes APPLE CIDER to a high school party?! Yixing probably

Baekhyun / Heather Chandler 

He’s a mythic bitch. Really irritating like, even when he’s dead. Baekhyun just keeps bugging you. Extra™ just like Heather

Jongdae / Heather McNamara

One of the nicest people of the bunch. McNamara is just a sweety, just like Jongdae. 

Chanyeol / Kurt Kelly

“He’s the smartest guy on the football team! That’s just like being the tallest dwarf.”  When he and Sehun (Ram Sweeney) come together, always something stupid happens. Just like with Kurt and Ram blue cough cough 

Kyungsoo / Jason Dean

Idk, for some reason, I see Ksoo as JD. Maybe is it the vibe that he gives or it is that they’re both fucking hot. 

Jongin / Veronica Sawyer

With her boyfriend, JD, she kills like 1/3 of the main cast. Just like the Jongin and Ksoo ship, but then fangirl. What can I say, Nini kind of fits in my eyes the role of Veronica

Sehun / Ram Sweeney

I see Sehun as Ram, just... it fits okay. And besides when he and Chanyeol (Kurt Kelly) come together, always something stupid happens. Just like with Kurt and Ram blue cough cough

[so-chaos-killed-the-dinosaurs]

so why do accept the musical despite its massive changes?

Because despite the changes it is still the same story and many of the changes are due to the difference in platform. Things that where done on screen couldn't be replicated properly in musical format. Musicals also tend to be very emotion driven. They have songs based entirely around the emotions and thoughts of characters. Which make since. Since it isnt as easy to convey some emotions on stage as they do in movies. (Not everyone can clearly see the expression of all the characters faces nor catch all the little changes.) Like one of the biggest changes between the movie and musical is Kurt and Ram's funeral. That scene was a very big deal in the movie as it is the turning point. It is when Veronica realizes that JD is in the wrong and from then on she starts to fight against him and his beliefs. This is caused by her seeing Kurt's sister's reaction to his death. Now Kurt's sister didn't make a big scene in the movie. She looked back when she heard JD and Veronica laughing and that's when Veronica saw her face and realized just how distraught this child was. Now on stage in order to show this to the audience they would have had to make it a lot bigger in order for everyone to catch it. Like something where the sister was crying near or on her botherer's casket. Or crying loudly in her seat. Which they could have done but I don't really think it would have fit. Because if she did that it would be very noticeable to everyone. And one of the big things about the original scene is that it isn't a huge thing. It's a child silently crying in the front pew while wearing her brother's jacket. It's something Veronica catches but JD doesn't. There are probably other ways around this issue that they could have taken. But they didn't. And I do have an issue with that as it is a pretty important scene in the movie. However with most adaptations of stories into new media platforms some things will be lost. The musical isn't nearly as long as the movie so it couldn't fit in everything the movie did. And some changes are ok. Like the Harry Potter movies leave out a lot of big things from the books, but I know if they were to translate all the books from word to screen then some of the movies would have to be well upward of 8 hours long. So things are cut or changed. As long as the purpose or main point of the story is preserved then I am fine. Which the musical actually does achieve. (The Heathers musical had a tight budget. A longer show would cost more money especially if they where to create more songs.) They cut some of the character's personalities a bit, like Duke's which is one of the reasons I rank movie Duke higher than Musical Duke. But Duke's role and purpose is still there. She is still beautiful, and she still plays her main part with taking over Chandler's role and being there to help JD get the note together. She still fills her symbolic role, just not as well as her movie counterpart. The musical just doesn't do as well of a job as showing Duke's personality as the movie does. Which again makes since to me. Since a lot of the things in the movie that help show Duke's character are stuff like her facial expression and changes in her stance. Or her slow progression into a full red attire. Which could be expressed but would require bigger movements than their movie counterparts to make it clear to the entire audience, or cost more money when the musical is already known for not having that large of a budget. They could improve on how they express Duke in the musical though. The musical also needs a way to show JD's personality. Like I said Musicals are very emotional based. JD's issues are very mentally based. His backstory and mannerisms help show how he got to the point that he is at and how messed up he is. The musical takes what we learn about JD throughout the movie and expresses most of it in "Freeze Your Brian" giving us a lot of his family's backstory and showing how suicidal the boy already is. The musical does almost make JD come off in this softer way. But it doesn't. It just seems like that. JD is still beyond screwed up. His messed up ways were still there before he met Veronica. In both versions though Veronica does help get him to that God complex point. Just in different ways. In the Movie JD uses Veronica and her skills to get away with the murders. He uses her skills to kill people and get away with it and he "falls in love" with this power she has given him. And as such believes that he has fallen in love with her. He uses her as an excuse and gateway to kill. They've hurt this person who has given him this power and from his experiences with them they deserve to die. They have hurt this person who has shown him affection and a affection-less world. (Even though none of them deserved to die. Not even Kurt or Ram.) Veronica herself is a tool he uses to kill. Only once she poses a threat to this new God like position he has he decides to kill her. She had given him this ability and he wasn't about to let her take it away. He tries to ration this in his own mind by trying to convince himself that she had been tainted by society and that killing her was the only way to free her. In the musical JD also uses Veronica to kill, only in a slightly different manor. This JD is more emotionally fleshed out. It is a musical and they are emotionally based. This JD shows something that movie JD doesn't out right say till the end. That he believes that nobody loves him. He believes he is alone in the world and uses that pain and anger to also help motivate and try and rationalize his thought process (shown in both the movie and musical). This JD expressed that belief through his actions in the musical. By how attached he gets to Veronica and the obsession he gains for her. The mannerisms he has around her or the little thing he does throughout the musical. (That's actually why I like watching different productions of the musical because different actors play off JD in different ways just by how they have him move. Like in one production JD tickles and jokes with Veronica (something being more true to the movie) while she makes the call to Ram and Kurt, in another he is holding her in a manor that isn't out right threatening but can be seen in that manor.) For Musical JD not only is there this girl that is showing him care and claims to find him beautiful, but she has also given him the ability to wipe out anyone he deems unworthy of living. He is still crazy. He still has a God-Complex. Only this time he is more expressive than his movie counterpart. And he uses this "love" *cough*obsession*cough* he has for her to help reason why he should do what he is doing. "They made you cry". He still uses his bad home life and past school experience to give him his drive and reason to kill. But the musical version of him is a bit more emotional and Veronica focused than his original. Movie JD uses Veronica as a tool to kill, Musical JD uses his emotions for Veronica as a tool to kill. (Alongside Veronica.) (I can't believe I'm about to make this comparison but it's been on my mind since the resent Netflix movie release *shudder*. Ok. Death Note. In Death Note Light gains access of the Death Note and at first starts killing people he believes don't deserve to live. He thinks he is doing good by killing off criminals and people he has seen harass others. But this power gives him his God-Complex. He comes to believe that he is the God of the new world and will wipe out anyone who does not deserve to live on this new world. (The people that worship Kira of course doesn't help that god-complex. Especially not Misa.) And he has no limits. He will kill anyone. He becomes obsessed with the Death Note. His weapon to kill. Even though the Death Note itself isn't an purely evil or good thing. He is willing to destroy his own house in order to keep people from learning just who he is or how he does what he does. The reason I'm bringing this up is that Light's obsession with the Death Note and the resulting God-complex just reminds me of JD and his obsession with Veronica and his resulting God-complex. Both are people who in their minds believe they are the good guy. And both gain access to something that allows them to do what they do and they become obsessed with it and will do anything to keep it. Sorry I kinda lost where I was going with this and I'm on mobile and this is not the best way to try and get out a proper response to this but I won't have access to wifi on my laptop till Monday night.)I don't think JD had killed before Chandler, as his reaction was one of shock and he reacted as if he hadn't expected her to really die from the drano. In both versions though that is a turning point for JD. Because he just killed Heather Chandler. He killed her and then he got away with it. He killed someone who he believed was a bad person who deserved to die and he got away with it. In both versions this is when JD's God-Complex starts to emerge. JD's character still stays in both versions. JD is not some innocent baby he is a very messed up boy who really needs a ton of mental health and meds before he would ever be stable again. Other changes just fit for the musical. They had a limited amount of actors. So changing the Remington party to a homecoming party at Kurt/Ram's house (I can't remember whose it was at this moment) was something i understand. If they were to try and do the Remington part all the other casts members would need costume changes for that one scene in order to create these new characters for the Remington party. Having them mock Martha at the party isn't a big issue since it helps show more so who the Heathers are. The original draft of the movie actually has the Heathers do other mean things but they where cut from the movie for time purposes. (Like they changed the Snappy Snack Shack to 7-11 in the musical since 7-11 is what they used in the original draft of the movie.)Them combining Martha and Betty also isn't a big issue for me since like I have said it was a musical. They have limited time and combining the characters kept then from having two actor have to preform these separate characters over and over again for only actually small scene times on stage. Having Kurt, Ram and Heather appear as figments of Veronica's conscious helped them show Veronica's change over the musical and voice her inner thoughts. They help express the inner chaos that is happening in her head. The musical does change up things from the movie. But some either 1) Make sense to due the format. 2) Make sense due to timing and budget or 3) Are things that could be fixed but don't effect the story so much that the overall message and point is lost. The musical could use some repairs in certain areas. But the story and symbolism of the characters still remain. I hope I explained this ok. Like I mentioned I'm on my mobile and currently sitting in line waiting for a panel to start in 30 minutes. So I'm not really on the best thing to answer this with and I'm not in the best place either.

[twelfthdyke]

Uhhhhhhhh fuckenn heathers

thanks babe

character i’d like to see in a flower crown: heather mcnamara duh

character i’d like to see have an emotional breakdown: uuh well heather mcnamara’s got that down and it broke my heart so probably no one?

character i’d like to see get punched in the face: jd duh

character most likely to sing along to journey songs in the car: heather duke, she’d be Extra as hell

character who refuses to pull over and ask for directions on roadtrips: kurt kelly or ram sweeney tbh, full of pride

character who always stubs their toes on the washing machine: veronica, she swears a lot. i reckon she’s broken her toe as well.

character who changes their starbucks order ten times: martha dunnstock, only the best for my bb. probably loved that unicorn starbucks monstrosity

character who shows up late for everything: heather chandler, she doesn’t even make up excuses at this point (literally me).

character who is the worst kisser: probably jd, he’s gross. probably slobbery ew.(this isn’t a category but i’m gonna say heather mcnamara is the best kisser, best make out sessions honestly one of those girls who kisses anyone (*coughs* girls *coughs*) at parties js).

character who takes 45 minutes showers: heather mcnamara-- two words: depression showers

character who gets most bent out of shape over the pronunciation of gif: veronica sawyer absolutely. veronica would be one of those kids that joins debate club, idk why but she just Is. she Goes Off.

send me a fandom and i’ll do this or whatever

[its-the-nerdy-peony]

Here we have the rare Heather Duke turning to God after Heather Chandler dies after the constant praying(*cough* JD *cough*Veronica actually killed her)of Heather Duke. Way to go Duke! Keep on going! ;)

[nutsandbees-moved]

koraltherandom replied to your post “*BURSTS OUT FROM THE GROUND* HI IM NOT DEAD. I JUST CAME HERE...”

WHAT DO YOU THINK, MY FRIEND???

ok so first of all, in my 18 years of being alive in this world, never have i ever fully watched a bed scene. ever. like i would just cover up my eyes and wait it out and stuff bUT I DIDNT DO IT WITH HEATHERS I FEEL KIND OF DIRTY but also

*BRINGS OUT THE TECHNICOLOR RAINBOWS*

~+~I LOVE MY GAY DEAD SON~+~

needless to say that was a fuckign wild ride hooooly shit but it also made me cry like oh god ok maybe not cry a river but i legit teared up because goooood wow I love the scene with Heather and Duke(?) like that part was just so touching and holy shit i never got why it was called “Heathers” until the end, that was soooo goood and yes of course im automatically gay af for heather the sexy beast and also i should not be feeling this attracted to jd the homicidal sweetheart that literally gave me war flashbacks to reading creepypasta romance fics *SHOT*

but yEAH idk, that’s my thoughts with it so far.

It’s dEFINITELY MORE ADULT-ORIENTED, especially with *cOUGHs* a few musical numbers oh my g a w d

it’s 5:30 and i need to start getting ready for school and i am fully awake, we’re only half day tomorrow later and we have no classes on monday tuesday cuz school president’s birthday huzzah

I NEED TO DRAW FANART

and also i actually ended up watching a few animatics first before watching the full show? the animatics i watched was Candy Store and Dead Girl Walking (the original and reprise ones, so y’know, i thought i had a good idea on what i was gonna watch, bUT CLEARLY NOT, AND I LOVE THAT)

sory for the lengthy answer lol im so pumped up rn aaaaaaaaaa