#jdonica fanfiction

[deeplyshalllow]

Jamie Muscato's JD is really hard to write, because after a while he just imprints on his girlfriend and all he thinks about is how great she is, and how he wants to be with her even though he doesn't deserve her, and how he's going to murder anyone who is vaugly mean to her.

And like dude, I'm trying to write a plot here not a 50k essay about how great your girlfriend is (with the odd paragraph about how your mommy was perfect).

[atlasvulcandar]

Do you have any heathers fics recs?

havent read any new fics in a sec, but omg please please check the realist analysis by comrade_granite, the three laws of robotics by sakuroyuoko and not beyond repair by onthelasstrain. they are all diff ships (dukesaw, bettsaw and jdonica) but like !!!!!! they are the holy trinity of top heather fics in my mind rn. would send so much letters of keyboard smashing and get lunch for all the authors tbh.

dead girl walking and the demon queen by rynwills is also very special to me (actual chansaw awakening and first heathers fic ever. tysm that one pinterest comment for suggesting it to me ily)

[romanticinpanic]

Summary: Twenty years later with a marriage, a mortgage, and two kids, JD wishes he’d gone out with a bang instead.(a “fix it” fic where no one dies but Heather Chandler, leaving our characters alive but not necessarily better)

Relationships: Jason "J. D." Dean/Veronica Sawyer 

Rating: M 

Fandom: Heathers (1988)

Wordcount: 1,389 words (complete)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhappy Ending, canon typical language, Song: No Children (The Mountain Goats), mild suicidal undertones, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, more detailed CWs in the author's notes, Unhappy marriage, Victim Blaming 

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Heathers : The Musical

I am currently taking fanfic requests for Heathers : The Musical (not the movie- Also all my characterizations are specifically based on the version that was posted to The Roku Channel)

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia/incest (including adopted family)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers - Y/N - Suicide and self harm (references to either are fine because that comes with the territory of this musical, but I will not write explicit depictions of either) - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Veronica/Heather M., Ram/Kurt, Veronica/JD, Ram’s Dad/Kurt’s Dad, Veronica & Martha, Martha & Heather M., Veronica/Heather C.

Headcanons : Veronica has a lisp, Heather C. has a lisp, Autistic!Heather M.

[the-late-night-writer]

June 18th drabbles

094. possession @ ao3 (jd/veronica)

041. wrist @ ao3 (gojo/utahime)

005. secret @ ao3 (bella goth)

Request a 100-word drabble from this prompt list! :)

[scouts-mockingbird]

Realized that I never actually got around to posting this, and since I’m updating tonight (probably) I may as well do it now! @nevuabby this is the one I was talking about in my ask! Thanks for the character design!

[katetgp]

"Just because you guys aren't together now doesn't mean that he never loved you. Besides, he still chose to be friends with you instead of pushing you away."

- Heather Chandler // "I'm The One For You" - KateTGP via archiveofourown.org

[aridinosnore]

Erase My Regrets

holy shit the second chapter already!! i have so much time on my hands so i use it to write i guess, during the week i probably won’t post chapters frequently. school sucks. anyway, this chapter might suck because i kept procrastinating. enjoy anyway!

part one here

Jason Dean. Who was he? Veronica stared at the name written on the piece of paper that seemed the be wrinkled on the edges. She could’ve sworn there were tear marks. There were dots scattered around the paper where the color of the paper had faded from the tears hitting the paper. What was so special about this Jason Dean?

The young woman sat at her desk, her chocolate hues staring out the window and blinding herself with the bright sunlight shining through. IT was a beautiful day and Martha invited her over to go out and shop, possibly head over to the park and grab some lunch. She agreed to do so.

Veronica had turned down Harvard, Duke, and even Brown. She felt that it was best to go to a community college somewhere close to Sherwood. After everything she’d been through, she felt that maybe she didn’t deserve to go to a superior university.

They were accidents for fucks sake. She didn’t mean to give the cup to her best friend yet worst enemy, she didn’t know they were real bullets, she didn’t want to watch him blow up. Veronica curled up at night even ten years later from those accidents, shrinking in on herself and cursing her thoughts. If all that bullshit hadn’t happened, would she be happy?

Oh Martha. Veronica to this day still felt guilty for her wrongdoings towards Martha, her best friend since diapers. How would she do something like that? Veronica had craved to be like the Heathers yet to only kill the supreme leader. Although, she had forgiven Heather McNamara. The sweetheart stuck with Veronica during her rough times and Martha had soon come to love the Heather. They seemed to be the best of friends and Veronica, Heather, and Martha always tuned into the Princess Bride on Friday nights. Heather was busy today and Veronica couldn’t blame her. They were adults now. They grew up. Veronica’s regrets grew with her.

Her eyes looked down to the dozens of papers scattered on her desk. She tried her best to listen to her counselor who still believed that Veronica was merely affected by the ‘suicides’ and death of her boyfriend.

“You like to write poems right? Maybe writing down your thoughts and feelings will help.” Veronica’s counselor had told her. She must’ve thought it was silly how Veronica needed help even after ten years. Ten years. She tried to write poems but always turned to her diary. The poems reminded her too much of the ‘baudelaire-quoting-bad-ass’.

Instead, Veronica picked up her pen and slid one of the pieces of paper closer. She sighed and wrote the first few letters that she had written in weeks.

“September 1st, 1989”

The past three weeks were amazing for Veronica. The Heathers took her shopping but many snarky comments about Veronica’s wardrobe were thrown around. They had came over to Veronica’s house and threw out anything that “looked like an 80 year old woman’s clothing”, Heather Chandler’s words. Now her drawers and closet were filled with short skirts, revealing dresses, blouses, and blazers. At least they were some shade of blue.

She had nearly forgotten about the letter she was sent on the first day of school. It was when she was digging through her desk’s drawers and the crumpled envelope caught her eye. Veronica pulled out the first paper in the envelope and read the date.

“September 22nd, 1989”

“Oh yeah, it skipped the past three weeks,” Veronica said to herself as she read on. What would happen today? The sense of familiarity washed over Veronica as she read the first bullet point.

Today is the day Jason Dean walked into my life.

Veronica bit her lip and glanced at the other bullet points. He must be important if she had to point the fact out in her letter.

The Heathers ask you to forge a note from Ram Sweeney. It’s for Martha.

I let them give the note to Martha out of pressure. I was against the idea but Duke snatched it out of my hands.

She furrowed her eyebrows. Shit, she would forge a note in Ran’s handwriting? Martha has been crushing on the dickhead ever since kindergarten. Martha and Veronica weren’t exactly the closest of friends anymore due to Veronica joining the Heathers but she wouldn’t want to hurt Martha. It would crush her if she found out it wasn’t from Ram himself.

I want you to instantly tell Martha that it isn’t from Ram politely. If she feels bad about it, be there for her. One of my biggest regrets is hurting her, Veronica. Please. It will cause a lot less damage than what happened if I hadn’t told her.

The thing with these letters that bugged Veronica was the longing and curiosity of what would happen if she didn’t follow these requests. Her life probably would have gone the way it was supposed to. “No, you have to erase your future selves regrets,” Veronica reminded herself as she clutched the letter in her hands.

You’ll meet Jason Dean after this happens. You’ll also be going to Ram Sweeney’s homecoming party with the Heathers. I don’t regret going. Go and have fun.

You’re no longer a virgin.

Her eyes widened at the last bullet point. Holy shit, Veronica had never really thought of sex. Well, she had. Heather Chandler told her to consider it now that she was apart of the group that most horny high schoolers looked up to and fantasized about. Hell, her mother even suggested to have Veronica on the pill. She reluctantly allowed it just in case. The letter didn’t specify who she’d lose her v-card to, great.

It was a bit exciting to know, if she had to be honest. To be a part of the Heathers you should have fun and go wild at parties right? Hitting third base just might be the best thing she’ll ever experience. And it was.

At lunch, Heather Chandler requested— no, demanded Veronica to forge a note to Martha in Ram’s handwriting. Veronica went along with this, the note said nothing about not forging the note. She was told to talk to Martha after giving the note. Veronica let things play out, instinctively getting defensive and very much intimidated as Heather Chandler threatened her.

“I let you into this candy store, you can’t just run out with all the goods in your hand can you?” Heather had asked her with a scoff and death glare. All that was set on Veronica’s mind was to follow the letters words.

The Heathers were preoccupied with Kurt and Ram. Veronica saw this as her chance to tell Martha about the stupid letter and how it was forged. Martha was a forgiving person, even present day Veronica knew this. In third grade, Veronica had broken one of Martha’s favorite unicorn toys which had Martha cry for hours. After all the tears, Martha still forgave Veronica. Roni could only hope it was the same case in senior year. She was little ways down the hall until a voice spoke to her.

“Why’d you bow down to those swatch dogs and diet coke heads? They’ll crush that poor girl,” an almost bored tone was evident in the person’s voice. Veronica stopped reluctantly as she watched Martha enthusiastically bounce down the hall. She turned her head and her eyes caught the dark brown hues of a teenage boy leaning against the wall.

She blinked and cleared her throat, glancing back at Martha who was now merely a figure in the distance and back to the male. “That’s what I’m trying to fix right now,” Veronica huffed out as she crossed her arms.

“Ah, so you have a soul. Just gotta work on keeping it pure,” he said with a smug smirk as he pushed himself off the wall. Now standing up straight, Veronica noticed the great height difference between them. She was merely five foot three, he had to be at least six feet. “‘We are all born marked for evil,’” the man said as he ‘booped’ Veronica’s nose softly. He began to walk away from the teenage girl until Veronica spoke, clearly smitten.

“Excuse me— don’t just quote Baudelaire then walk away. I uh… didn’t catch your name,” Veronica said as she cracked a small smile towards the male.

“I didn’t throw it,” he returned the smile but his seemed to have the ‘bad boy smugness’ behind it. Veronica’s mouth went agape as she blushed to herself, the teenage boy now walking away from her as she was clearly swooning over him.

“Oh shit, Martha!” Veronica reminded herself and she scurried down the hall to find the girl clad in the familiar pink unicorn sweater. She finally spotted Martha sitting outside of the school on the bench, the letter in her hands and a huge grin plastered on her face. It almost made Veronica stop in her tracks and debate with herself if this was what she should truly do. Martha was happy. Then she remembered what the letter had said, it was better than what Martha would experience if Veronica hadn’t done anything. Veronica walked over to the teenage girl on the bench, a smile formed by the curl of her lips.

“Hey Martha,” she said softly as she sat beside her on the bench. Martha turned her head away from the piece of paper and an expression of giddiness was clear on her features.

“Oh hi Veronica. You truly are looking beautiful these days,” she commented and gestured to Veronica’s outfit. Veronica gave her a nod and laughed lightly.

“Same me, I swear. Uhm, could we talk?” Veronica asked timidly as she scratched the back of her ear. She wondered how to put her words together and most definitely how Martha would react.

“Sure, what about?”

“Ah, about that.” She gestured towards the paper in Martha’s hands. Veronica took a deep breath and delicately took Martha’s hand. “That note… wasn’t written by Ram. I forged it. The Heathers wanted me to but I didn’t want to give it to you. They had me writing it before they told me it was for you. I’m sorry, Martha. It’s better than going to the party when you weren’t really invited right?” Veronica flinched at her own words. They had came out politely and softly but it still had a sense of rudeness. She watched as Martha’s face fell and she looked down at the letter, her eyes scanning the handwriting.

“Oh. So… Ram didn’t write this? He doesn’t think about me?” Martha asked in a disappointed tone. Veronica instantly felt sorry for the emotions her words had inflicted. She straightened up and quickly shook her head.

“No no, Martha. He could still have the same feelings for you. It’s just that this letter— it wasn’t true. Please, I’m warning you. Don’t go to the homecoming party. I do not want them to hurt you, Martha.” Veronica pleaded and Martha sighed, a sad smile then formed on her face.

“Okay, I won’t,” she said with a small nod of her head. Veronica hugged her but it didn’t feel like the ones they shared before. This one seemed more distant.

“I promise I won’t miss out on next week’s movie night. I’ll find some way to come over,” Veronica reassured her friend but she couldn’t promise anything when it came to friends especially now that she was with the Heathers.

Martha was about to speak until the sounds of students yelling and cheering rang out from inside the school. It was that loud that you could hear from the courtyard outside of school. Martha and Veronica both looked over at the doors of their high school. They glanced at each other and nodded, both beginning to run over to the doors of the school and they pushed them open to find the teenage boy Veronica was talking to being harassed by Kurt and Ram.

Veronica pushed through the crowd and Martha stood by in the back of the crowd, not wanting to get involved. Although, she was worried about Ram even if he was a dickhead to most people. Martha saw the good in him.

Veronica somehow got through the crowd and was now in the front. She didn’t want to interfere but she knew it could get ugly with Kurt and Ram. Suddenly, the male in the big, old, black trench coat smacked Ram in the face with the dense book her had been reading. The ‘ooh’ed as this happened and the Heathers watched with wide eyes and mouths open agape as their regular boy toys began getting their ass kicked. As Veronica watched the Baudelaire-quoting-bad-ass teach the two jocks a lesson, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect and admiration. Her eyes couldn’t leave the man as he punched Ram straight in the face. Everybody seemed to be cheering and whooping but all Veronica could do was stare dumbfounded with a huge grin on her face. The brunette asked herself, would this boy fight for her? He seemed to capture her heart and sights by punching some jackass in the face which did not happen often. Veronica and the crowd of students watched as Ram felt to the floor in defeat and Kurt tried to take a swing at the trench coat kid. He failed miserably.

She watched in astonishment as the boy took Kurt’s head in his hands and bashed their heads together, no sign of pain on his face whatsoever but with Kurt it was a different story. Teachers and staff had come out to the scene and were trying to push through the crowd of teenagers to see what was going on. By the time the principal had gotten to the front, Kurt was on the floor, clearly in pain. “Holy shit!” The students had yelled out as the victorious winner stood up, running a hand through his hair. Veronica’s eyes followed him and watched as he was dragged away from the crowd. The principal did not seem happy at all.

Was this Jason Dean?

[chilifrylizards]

So I’ve decided to condense the whole story of this ask blog into a fanfiction! It’s so hard to read on here if you weren’t there when it was happening, so I made this. I changed a couple things like it’s Facebook instead of tumblr, because it makes more sense. Please check it out, and let me know if you like it! (It’s also available on fanfiction.net)

[fangirlahead]

Did you guys remember that I wrote fanfiction? Because I sure as hell didn’t.

[sconesandslushies]

oK BuT LOoK At My BabIEs AAaaaAaa

Now every time I look at this I feel bad about my latest chapter cause I just made JD kill some bitches

(completely shamless self promotion below, warning)

[deeplyshalllow]

Behind the Throne

A Heathers medieval(ish) au.

She knows, as well as he does, that marriage is purely a way of increasing one's social standing. It's why there was never even a thought of the two of them marrying. Despite both her husbands’ untimely deaths leaving her a wealthy woman, Heather never had the name befitting of a family he would marry into, and as for Heather - Heather will settle for no less than Queen.

[atlasvulcandar]

the memoir of two young gods (heathers fic)

There are nights he genuinely can’t sleep without her by his side. He swears that while they may have been born just a few days apart, they were meant to be together. A puzzle piece part he never knew he had was for once completed in full when they touched for the first time. A shadow with a light, he is alive for the first time.

//

Or, thoughts about creation and plans of destruction, all told by Jason Dean himself.

[productivedissociation]

My cat is chewing on my writing notebook

You can now enjoy Jdonica fluff with a side of cat spit

[rosyflannels]

I write some Heathers fanfiction pretty regularly and I think I’m pretty ok and worth a read so if y’all wouldn’t mind taking a look I’d really appreciate it. I post the same stuff on both so don’t worry if you don’t have one or the other cause it’ll be there though I mainly keep Wattpad up to date but I’m working on updating AO3.

[xanthera]

“I’m a wolf, not your lapdog.”

Yes I made a moodboard for my own fanfic shut up