#veronica sawyer is literally nothing

[vympirestake]

Hello, could I please request head cannons for: Veronica Sawyer, poly Billy and stu, brahms heelshire, and marko from the lost boys where their s/O is very insecure about how they look and always wear a mask and maybe their reaction to seeing their face for the first time.

— Insecure Masked S/O

— Various x GN!Reader, just fluff, headcanons

— Mentions of insecurity, a little bit of bullying maybe

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— Veronica Sawyer

Veronica is your knight in shining armor, your protector and biggest supporter

Her alliance with the Heathers makes it so, if she so chose, she could squash anyone who dare try to shun you either for your mask or (this bring a semi small town) your actual face if they've seen it

She's always quick to your defence, whether or not you were going to defend yourself she is chewing everyone out and moving you to where she can check up on you

Literally starstruck when she sees your face

She's more gentle than the others, opting to gently brush her fingertips along your cheeks, across your jaw, smoothing your hair down if the mask had covered it

She is really just in awe, wanting to make you feel wholly loved and appreciated for everything you are

If anything, she gets more protective of you. Feeling as though, because you entrusted her with the barest part of you, she needs to keep it safe

For a complete sidenote, I think in this AU instead of thirsting for Veronica, JD sees himself in her fierce passion for you (and he just thinks you're neat, probably always talking down society and norms to encourage you) so he ropes her into killing in your name

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— Poly Ghostface

In a couple words, the general idea is that these boys would kill and be killed for you

This goes for really just in general, mask or no mask, but the fact that you are so insecure almost seems to triple this instinct

You can bet they're shoved right into your sides whenever you're in public, staring down and threatening anyone who even looks at you funny

When you finally decide to show them your face they both sit in their anxious anticipation

They'll love you no matter what, don't get me wrong, but they don't want to mess this up and make you more uncomfortable

When you actually show them they both just sit there like :0, literally in the gif just wide eyed with their mouths slightly agape

Stu giving a quiet whisper of "woah, man" before diving in to finally kiss your face for the first time

Billy (lowkey pissed Stu beat him to it) moves the blonde out of the way so he can get his smooch too, both assuring you beyond a shadow of a doubt that they love you masked or not

Billy especially gets almost a power thrill from seeing your face, knowing he's one of a very select few to actually see you which, in his mind, makes you all the more his

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— Brahms Heelshire

Of anyone, Brahms is going to understand your insecurities the best

Your mask is probably what made him comfortable in his choice to finally reveal himself

He knew that you wouldn't judge or be afraid of him purely because of his face or his way of hiding it

When you do finally reveal your face to Brahms, he is filled with nothing but pure adoration

He knows that taking off your mask, removing that layer of security, and being so very vulnerable around him makes Brahms fall that much deeper in love with you

Unfortunately, this probably means he would end up staring for an uncomfortably long amount of time, nearly making you regret removing the mask in the first place

Before you could fathom apologizing Brahms, in turn, removes his own mask

It's such a gentle moment, quietly and with so much care exploring the newly revealed skin of the other

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— Marko

While Marko doesn't necessarily understand your insecurity, he nontheless tries his hardest to make sure you're more or less as comfortable as possible

He strives to make you as comfortable in your own skin as he can

He's always right by your side, offering a comforting hand or a moment alone

You know the other boys are always checking back on you two, especially looking out for Marko flagging down their newest meal who thought being disrespectful towards you would be ok

Marko has an interesting opinion on it, knowing that his "human" face is really only a mask for the vampiric one but it makes him not as serious as the others might be

Not to say he doesn't understand the importance of this! But more that he feels the removal of the "mask" is empowering and therefore should be celebrated

So when you remove the mask for the first time, he's whooping and hollering

"yeah! that's my s/o" while he bounds up to kiss you

probably immediately shows you his vampire face (if you haven't seen it already) so you can finally see each other bare

[poisonsophiaa]

What its like dating different Heathers characters!

a/n: this is pre-death of everyone if that makes sense? same universe just nothing bad happens 🤫🤫 first public headcanon list :3

warning/tags: drug and sex mention, past death implyed, lowkey toxic relationships, otherwise teeth rotting fluff, gender neutral!reader heathers 1989 movie characters!

includes: Veronica Sawyer, Chandler, Duke, Mcnamara and Jason Dean

Veronica Sawyer ✧.*

cutest couple award goes to you guys

literally adorable

would help you study for class

would definitely stay up late writing for you

(she would always fall asleep at her desk)

brutally honest to your face

before you started dating you definitely would sneak out together and go to the park at night “just as friends”

you, veronica and heather mcnamara are the best trio ever 🙏🏼

you would call veronica ‘ronnie’

she calls you ‘babe’ because shes lowk basic

Heather Chandler ✧.*

before you started dating she would low key bully you

her form of flirting was calling you shit

asked you out, was immediately embarrassed, yelled at you to stop laughing

if anyone walked in on you doing literally ANYTHING, she would throw a pillow at them and scream

wishes your relationship was a secret in the beginning

everyone thinks you are so adorable

behind all her anger she loves you and is the biggest baby

Heather Duke ✧.*

Is jealous all the time (duh)

before you started dating, whenever someone would come up and start flirting with you she would literally turn red.

She thought it was so hot when you turned them down and called them some mean shit

would call you ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, but HATES being called any sort of petname

absolutely DOWN BAD FOR YOU.

worships the ground you walk on

feels bad just to breath the same air as you

you would get you guys matching bracelets and she would absolutely hate them.. but wear them all the time

honestly a horny bastard

Heather Mcnamara ✧.*

the cutest girl ever

would call you shit like “pookie wookie bear” or “sugar plum princess” or something

if it was the 21st century, she would definitely make your contact name “wifey 🤤🤤”

waves to you while cheering (think that one scene in jennifers body

buys you stupid novelty items from gift shops

you come to every single football game to watch her cheer

every-time you say something bad about yourself she wants to tackle you

Jason Dean ✧.*

lowkey toxic im not gonna sugar coat it

worships the ground you walk on

would kill for you (duh…)

tried to stop smoking for you.. and failed miserably

only hangs out at your house and is very close with your parents

would always try to scare you, but would be so pissed if you scared him walking around the corner

absolutely down bad for you

(if he had friends) he would brag about you too much

[book-girl4evaaa]

Okay so, I love Veronica Sawyer. She's my favourite character. But if I see one more Pinterest whisper or you tube video saying "oh Veronicas innocent" "Veronica did nothing wrong" I'm going to cry because wdym she did nothing wrong?

Ok, so if we put the whole murdery stuff aside, there's still a lot that Veronica did that wasn't okay.

Musical-wise, she abandoned her best friend "since diapers", then assisted the heathers in bullying her, then discounted her feelings so badly her friend literally tried to kill herself.

Then movie-wise, she still helps the heathers bully Martha - even if they aren't best friends - and I assume she left Bette Finn as well (although she at least had other friends). Also, she basically deserts Heather on the double date and leaves her (Heather) to get date raped which is not okay.

Veronica also acts on her emotions quite a bit (hitting Duke, attempting to prank Chandler with the milk and orange juice ect.) and while you can understand why she does it, it doesn't exactly mean it's okay.

So yeah. Veronica isn't innocent and she's done a lot wrong. Thank you for listening to my rant.

[heathersbutincorrect]

A bit of a ghost!Heather x Veronica idea bothering me right now.

College. Finally. Once upon a time, Veronica Sawyer had looked forward to this time. A far more innocent and far less bloodthirsty Veronica did, after all.

But now? Now college filled her with dread. If people found out what she truly was, what she had done, they’d never let her hear the end of it. Not only that, but she was being haunted in a more literal sense than she ever wanted. Heather Chandler would keep her up at night, whispering words like “slut” “whore” or “murderer” in her ear. Gradually, she did seem to get bored of that game, but that didn’t mean Veronica was free of her either.

“So, first day.” Heather appeared, her translucent body hovering between Veronica and the desk. The brunette shivered as her former friend phased in and out of her.

“Yeah? And what about it?” Veronica hunched over her journal and began to write in it.

“Writing about me again? Are we obsessed…”

“Heather, why don’t you just go spend eternity in whatever realm you belong to?” Veronica snapped. “I am so tired of you hanging around and making me lose sleep every night. I know you’ll never forgive me, but this isn’t fair. You died. Move on.”

Usually, whenever the conversation got to this point, Heather had some kind of insult for her. A clever retort. A comment. This time, there was nothing but a quiet stare.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t??” Veronica scoffed. “Just go to the light or whatever.”

“Something is keeping me here.”

“Well no shit, Sherlock.” She slammed her pencil onto the desk.

“You really want me gone that bad?” Heather raised an eyebrow. “Are you certain this was an accident?”

“You’re not exactly making life easy for me.”

“What else am I supposed to do, Veronica? I’m dead, you idiot. I kind of wanted someone to talk to. Unfortunately it just so happens to be you.”

Veronica looked up at the ghost invading her dorm.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Uh huh.”

She couldn’t help the twitch of a smile on her face as she finished her journal entry. Looks like she had a roommate after all.

[heathersproship]

7.) Ship the antis in your fandom like, but you think is hella problematic?

and

8.) Ship that is (presented as) cute in canon/fanon, but you think is problematic anyway.

If you want ofc.

Holy shit I didn't think anyone would ask me anything, thank you so much!!

I'm... so sorry for the oncoming rants. Oh boy lol.

CW for mentions of coercion toward the end

7) Chansaw. Chansaw, Chansaw, Chansaw. Without a sliver of a shadow of a doubt.

Antis like it because WLW, and as we all know, WLW >>>>> HET ALWAYS. And also, WLW is never toxic because they say so, and if you disagree, you're an ugly pedo rape apologist! HET BAAAAAD, WLW GOOOOOOOD! uwu! Because, you see, when a boy pulls your pigtails because he likes you, it's problematic. But when a girl pulls your pigtails because she likes you, suddenly it's all right! Because it's different when it's a GIRL. She's not a BOY, so it's different, see? Because if it's a BOY, it's not gay. It's m/f, not f/f, and it's less valid if it's not f/f don't you know uwu I'm so progressive and if you don't like this specific ship UM you're homophobic 💀💀💀 l + ratio + bozo /S

Never mind the fact there's literally three other girls to choose from, so this is hardly the only wlw ship we have to work with or perish. 5/8 of the students are girls, and Ms. Flem is the only notable adult. Never mind that all Chandler and Veronica do is butt heads the entire time they're on screen together. At least when Veronica got together with J.D., she actually liked him. He had nothing to offer her, yet she still decided he was worth the trouble and only realized she dun goofed later on when he proves he's not exactly safe to be around. Whereas she got with the Heathers specifically for the benefits of popularity, not because she liked them (in the musical, her exact words were "They're solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed / I would give anything to be like that." Not them. Like that), and she paid for it with her talent of forgery.

I've seen the argument Chansaw is better because Chandler was just a bully, whereas J.D. murdered people. OBVIOUSLY no one is doubting murder is worse than bullying. Right?? That's a given (I hope). But they seem to be forgetting bullying is also bad behavior. Plus, when that's not the question being asked, any attempt to insist that's still the answer just derails and distracts from the point. The question is NOT "whose actions are more bad/who can we deem the WORSER PERSON (and therefore who DESERVES to be HATED MORE)?" but "do their actions paint them as bad people?" Murdering is bad, yes, obviously, but so is being a cunt. Veronica didn't want to murder, but she ALSO didn't want to be an asshole to others, not for shits and giggles, and definitely not to Martha Dunnstock, who's done literally nothing to anyone. I don't see how that's so hard to understand. The scale of the offense doesn't matter because that’s not the point.

8) Again, Chansaw. None of the relationships in Heathers are without some level of problematic bs, but this one kickstarts it. The story wouldn't exist if this relationship was any better than it canonically is.

Heather Chandler treats everyone around her with the utmost contempt, including Veronica Sawyer, and the fact that antis love this ship so much is one of the fandom's biggest ironies. You can't wear the "Mythic Bitch" badge with pride but recoil and screech and desperately try to reframe it as something else when she actually and unapologetically behaves like a bitch. Passing off the toxicity as romantic also goes against anti beliefs since that's romanticizing toxicity, is it not? And insisting she's actually not a bitch because "well um uhm uhhhm ackshually see what happened was like their own personal headcanon dictates she's just mean because like misunderstood uwu and like daddy issues owo and if you don’t agree their interpretation is the only valid one despite blatantly contradicting canon then did you know you're the wrongest person in the whole wide world to ever wrong and also did you know deserve the death?" is like... first of all, headcanons are just headcanons, not canon-canon, and no one has to agree with ones they don’t like, and second of all, we clearly did not watch the same story because that girl has no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

(And no! Her high school junior ass getting coerced into blowing a uni guy in the movie doesn't make her misunderstood! Sympathetic, absolutely. But there's nothing to misunderstand. Adult man pressure girl at party. Girl hate this. Girl mad. Girl mad so girl mean to friend for not getting hurt too. Friend sick. Friend want go home. Girl not let sick friend go since sick friend not hurt like girl was. Sick friend vomit. Girl mad at sick friend more. Friend mad at girl. Girl drop friend. Friend try say sorry. Girl not say sorry back. Girl not care. Friend kill girl. Friend not mean to. Girl dead. What's not to get?

Also no! Her singing her "suicide" note in the musical doesn't mean jack because we all saw her "suicide" was murder (that's literally the premise), and her murderers are writing this note to cover their asses. All the stuff they're making her say is to make it look like she murdered herself so they don't get in trouble. It can't be more obvious than it's shown! I can't believe antis are so desperate to prove they only stan Good People they choose to blatantly ignore concrete evidence of shit going on and try to insist their pure viewing is the universal interpretation of events! There's headcanon and then there's whatever this is!)

[strawberryxfieldz]

fanfiction masterlist 

Invader Zim

↳ Invader Zim: Doomsday (Zombie AU)

Welcome Home

Our Flag Means Death

SpongeBob SquarePants

The Amazing Digital Circus

Encanto

Other Works:

(Sorted by fandom in alphabetical order, and then by fic title also in alphabetical order.)

Dandy's World: The Stars Don't Shine As Brightly As They Used To

Astro/Dandy | Canon Universe | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 1,494 | Rated T

Astro has a rather odd encounter with Dandy, though not the Dandy he once knew.

Goncharov: Pearls Are a Girl’s Best Friend

Katya/Sofia | Missing Scene/Canon Compliant | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 1,311 | Rated T

Sofia never knew what it was like to feel beautiful. Not until Katya, that was.

Heathers: Bitter Pill

MacSaw (Heather McNamara/Veronica Sawyer) | Post-Canon | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 3,500 | Rated M

In the aftermath of Heather Chandler, Kurt, and Ram's "suicides" and the actual suicide of J.D., Veronica learns to move on and even starts a relationship with the sweet-hearted Heather McNamara. However, her past still haunts her, often literally, and Heather is still unsure how to cope with the deaths of her old friends. While trying to comfort her, Veronica realizes keeping the truth behind the suicides from Heather would be more difficult than she thought and it might be time to come clean, no matter how much she dislikes it.

Heathers: Bloody Mary

ChanSaw (Heather Chandler/Veronica Sawyer) | Post-Canon | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 3,742 | Rated M

Say ‘Bloody Mary’ in the mirror three times and you’ll make the ghost of Bloody Mary appear. Veronica Sawyer never called anyone’s name in the mirror three times, but she still had something much worse than Bloody Mary haunting her.

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream: Never To Make Love

AM/Reader | Not Canon Compliant | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 1,506 | Rated T

"Never for me to submerge my hand in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for me to make love. And I... I was in Hell looking at Heaven. I was machine... and you were flesh." Or, you and AM talk about love and hate.

The Owl House: The Most Powerful Witch on the Boiling Isles

Eda Clawthorne/Reader | Pre-Canon | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 2,241 | Rated G

Eda returns tired from her journey to retrieve an important ingredient for her elixir and in dire need of your comfort. You spend the night with her, reassuring the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles that you loved her, owl curse or no owl curse.

Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Tea Party at Babette’s

Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Ann & Babette | Post-Movie | Chapters: 1/1 | Word Count: 1,011 | Rated G

Ann and Andy have a tea party at Babette's! Drama ensues.

Written for Raggedy Ann Secret Santa 2023.

Soul Eater: Enigma

CroMa (Crona/Maka) | Alternate Universe- Soulmates | Chapters: 5/5 | Word Count: 27,589 | Rated T

What comes after you find your soulmate? For Maka Albarn, it’s an enigma. She found her soulmate, Crona, as a child, before they disappeared from her. Years later, Maka finds Crona again when they enroll at the DWMA.

Written for Soul Eater Resbang 2022.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Hair Dyeing and Confessions

Jessica/Roger Rabbit | Post-Movie | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 1,929 | Rated G

When everything is all said and done, Jessica realizes she needs to dye her hair. Roger offers to help her as she suffers an internal war with herself on how to explain to her husband the pictures of her and Acme together, afraid of how he might react.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Dressing Room

Jessica/Roger Rabbit | Pre-Movie | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 4,176 | Rated E

At this point in the evening, they would usually walk out of her dressing room together, hand in hand, on their way to go home and spoil each other with more of their love. And with how drained tonight’s performance had her, Jessica would love nothing more than to do that, but seeing Roger’s face like this, so full of love for her after such a long day gave her a certain sense of inspiration. Or, Roger meets Jessica in her dressing room after a show and they play patty-cake.

Collections: 

The Addams Family: Wenclair Week 2023

Wenclair (Wednesday/Enid) | Chapters: 6/6 | Word Count: 6,730

A collection of one-shots/drabbles for Wenclair Week 2023!

Written for Wenclair Week 2023.

What We Do in the Shadows (2014): BlackBonnet & Vianton - Kinktober/Flufftober 2022

Vianton (Viago/Anton) | Chapters: 22/22 | Word Count: 8,448

A collection of drabbles/one-shots I wrote for Kinktober and Flufftober 2022, specifically about BlackBonnet and Vianton!

Written for Kinktober and Flufftober 2022.

All of my fics (AO3)

[scrunchie-87]

Oh my god you should not have asked that I have 3, the royalty au, the pure fluff au, and my new bodyguard au. I’ll explain the last 2 first since oh boy that royalty au is a real piece of work

The fluff au is just your average Nothing bad happens and everyone is happy and gay. It takes place with the main cast as adults and it’s also where i dive into fankids(This was just called the fankid au since it mainly centered around them, but now it centers more around the chansaw family’s life)

The bodyguard au takes place in a elitist private school westerberg, where it’s all about connections, power, and money, a place where Chandler’s bitchy self can truly thrive. What Chandler “fails” to “realize” is that her actions have consequences no matter how many people act like they like her, and she’s actually hated by more than half of the school.(lmao she knows they hate her)

As they are all hormonal kids with too much money on their hands it’s a common practice for there being a hitman or assassin after Heather. Mr Chandler has enough of seeing his daughter nearing her death and hires a hitman, a young talented girl who could easily pass a student in westerberg and manage to protect Chandler at all times.

This is getting quite long but basically Veronica teaches Chandler to be more aware and respectful so she doesn’t have 27277291 million people after her ass, and Chandler decides to teach Veronica how to live life little, taking her body guard to do rich people activities.

*cracks knuckles* oh boy, i’ll try to break this down in simple terms.

The royalty au is just me acting like i know politics but basically. Veronica Sawyer is part of a noble family and is the only heir, Heather Chandler is a crown “princess” and is also the only heir. This information is important as Veronica is an only child out of choice, but Chandler is actually an orphan and doesn’t open up much about her parents, especially not her mother(this woman did shady things but thats a spoiler)

Since Heather is an orphan, “who tf is taking care of the kingdom”, you may ask, surely they wouldn’t make an literal 7 year old the ruler of an entire nation? Well this is actually correct and wrong, Chandler gained the title of “Queen” at 7 but the real government is the royal court, made up of high ranking officials, noble families like Veronica’s, and overall old people that think they’re better than everyone else. They’re all there to entertain Heather, shit on each other with eloquent words, and like %2 of it is actually solving problems within the kingdom which i have yet to name.

Some of the royal council is highly sus tho, and surprise surprise, trouble is brewing between the fractions and Chandler herself. Veronica is put in the spotlight as the Sawyer family had amassed many followers against the young queen and the shady ass “royal advisors”, even coming into contact with the Duke’s who are appropriately named, and the Mcnamara’s as Mr Mcnamara is a popular pope father person i am not original nor did i put as much thought on characters besides Veronica and Chandler.

Anyway Veronica knows that something doesn’t feel quite right and overhears a few members of the royal council, including her parents, talk about planning a coup against Chandler. Luckily a few are unsure and it gives Veronica time to at least talk or warn the queen about the possible uprising. At first Heather, who has her head up her ass, doesn’t really believe that anyone would betray her, but Veronica is everything if not constant in her warnings and even saved Heather from an attempt at her life. After that Chandler takes her seriously and finds herself interested in wanting to know more about Veronica who’s seems to actually care about her.

Anyway this is getting to long so yadda yadda yadda boom chansaw but since they’re like both girls and therefore unable to give their respective families any heirs, also, they’re like “no gay” but chansaw is like “fuck you” to them and monarchy and end up creating a new council with the rest of the og characters, and no president either it’s legit just based off whatever warrior cats was on. The kingdom is big enough as it is so everything gets “neatly” separated in cities or towns and the each chose atleast 3 representatives to go and actually discuss the now nations needs.

Can you draw Heather Chandler movie version?

Nope.

[bus-trash]

Peathers: Why Does Veronica Make Her Choice?

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE PEATHERS SERIES IN THIS POST. If you are on the fence about watching it or not, I strongly recommend at least watching two or three episodes before deciding. I have links if anyone needs them.

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“My entire life, I’ve always had someone talking at me, telling me what I’m supposed to think and feel and do. My parents, little dead Lucy, Heather Chandler, and now you.”

Grace Victoria Cox’s Veronica Sawyer is definitely one of the most mind-boggling protagonists in a drama series I’ve recently watched. Capricious, obsessive, and a bit hypocritical, for me she’s the most challenging and inconsistent character. Since watching the series’s shocking finale, I keep coming back to her character’s final moments alive, lying beside JD on the dusty boiler room floor, on the verge of a terrible decision. As she reconnects the explosive’s wires, what is it her character really wants, is aiming for? After some thought, I think I understand how I interpret Veronica’s character throughout the series. For the record, I still think she’s written in a way that’s pretty inconsistent, but this is my best effort.

The best way to break down Peathers’s Veronica Sawyer is with three basic principles. One: She doesn’t want to just move past labels, but prove to everyone she’s past them. Two: Her love with JD for her transcends labels. Three: JD’s murderous path does not ultimately transcend labels. It’s only a symptom of the system.

Veronica’s motivations are broadcasted with her first dialogue scene. She sits down with Mrs. Fleming, who asks her who she wants to be. Veronica answers that she’s “a good person.” When Veronica says she’s a good person, she’s not truthfully describing herself (We can clearly see through the series she murders and manipulates when it serves herself.), but she is describing a part of her motivation. Because she recognizes everyone at Westerburg as a bad person (The students and adults all participate in a system that drives students to violence and suicide.), her desire to think of herself as a good person is her way of saying, “I’m not like everybody else.”

The show makes a very clear point to show that this desire of Veronica to think of herself as a good person is so strong that it’s why she murders Lucy as a child, a Heather-Chandler-like bossy girl who sings, “You’re not, you’re not, you’re not,” telling Veronica she isn’t really her own unique person, a “good person,” but just as bad as everyone else. Veronica wants to be thought of as different so badly she will kill for it, which is why she strikes Lucy with a croquet mallet.

Her seething looks towards her parents in episode nine show how much she feels like they don’t see her for her, and just stick her in a box. Clearly this anger about the question of who she is goes way back.

But she doesn’t really want to be thought of as “a murderer,” so her outburst doesn’t truly solve the problem. It silences it for a short while, and Veronica grows up still in this pressure.

We meet Veronica when she’s in high school, and her main strategy to society’s, and Mrs. Flemming’s, constant questions about identity is to be close to Heather Chandler. She still expresses herself a little bit (with her clothes, even when Heather C calls them “Banana Republic,” and other style choices), and she doesn’t have to bear the actual weight of the label of “Heather,” so it’s a decent compromise. The only problem is, she has to be with a girl who constantly labels her.

“You’re nothing.” “Well, at least l’m a good person.” ”A good person? Grow up, Veronica. You’re Panera. You’re Sbarro. You’re Cheesecake Factory.”

Just like Lucy, Heather Chandler constantly suppresses Veronica’s desire to be whatever she wants to be, and not a label. Hence why in the first episode, Veronica fantasizes about burying her in the ground. “I just wish Heather would die so I can finally be free.”

When Veronica and JD kill Heather, it’s representative of putting a stop to Westerburg’s constant labeling and belittling of its students. Only problem is, it doesn’t work. Even in the first episode, Heather Duke and Betty Finn spar in Chandler’s absence for the privilege of being the school’s next big labeler. When Heather Chandler returns in episode two, it symbolizes that nothing at Westerburg will change. Whether Chandler lives or dies, the essential problem of how its students are treated by each other and by society will continue.

For Veronica, JD is a potential solution. He adores her, is jealous of “every drop of rain that gets to fall on [her] cheek.” He knows that she’s not just what Westerburg thinks she is. JD is the only character who sees Veronica as she craves to be seen–as something not basic, weak, or even popular, but someone amazing. Someone special. (Veronica likely feels that Betty Finn, even in her more genuine moments, still views Veronica as weak in a way or as part of Westerburg’s system of power.)

But JD’s love isn’t perfect. In episode two, Veronica is clearly disappointed when she flaunt’s her murderous act to JD (something atypical about her) and he’s oblivious to her true meaning, still seeing her as more basic than she really is. In episode three, Veronica becomes upset with JD’s growing nonchalance and how his political ramblings seem more important to him than she does. That he skips Heather McNamara’s funeral is a big point of contention. She can’t feel special through JD if he doesn’t show up. When she tells JD she likes how her date with Ram “felt normal,” I interpret she’s saying that his intense antipathy towards Westerburg isn’t solving the problem–it’s only illustrating it. The only real way to solve it is to care about her in a straightforward but passionate way, not to be some rebellious hero.

Veronica’s character veers off the deep end in episodes four through six. When JD handles the problem of Betty’s suspicions, I personally saw it as doing whatever it takes in his job in the context of his murderous relationship. However, Veronica doesn’t see it this way and sees his kiss as a betrayal. She sort of has a point–there was never any real danger of anyone believing Betty when she went to the cops. When Veronica blows up JD’s car and has him committed, she’s punishing him for underestimating her. For Veronica, the solution to her problems is for JD to put her first, period. All other plots and schemes come second. This is because what sets them free isn’t that they’re murderers. That is a label. What sets them free is the way they see each other. That goes beyond labels. They love each other as full human beings.

“Dear Diary: You have to hand it to America. We can even take something like teen suicide, wrap it in a pretty package, and sell it to the highest bidder. God, I’m starting to sound like JD. But so what? He’s the only one who makes any sense anymore. And you know what? I don’t care if what I’m about to say is so high school, it makes you upchuck: Our love is the only thing left that’s real. You can’t turn it into a poster or sell it to anyone with fifty bucks to spend, because it’s ours. Everything else is just photoshop.”

Thankfully, JD is only turned on by the extreme lengths Veronica goes to. JD values violence as a means to strike back against and potentially change society. At the beginning of episode seven, their love is at its height. Veronica never sees a world in which JD cares about something that isn’t her, and JD thinks that Veronica will be by his side as he moves towards not just killing Heather, but killing Westerburg, and thus ending all Heathers in America. This bliss only lasts the episode, however–the remaining episodes will prove them both wrong.

When Veronica decides to murder Mr. Waters, she’s largely already gotten what she wants. But she knows that Westerburg as a whole is still sick and wants to honor Heather McNamara’s memory as someone who wasn’t able to transcend the labels and ways the school got to her, including Mr. Water’s predatory behavior. While I think Veronica enjoys aspects of murder, she knows it’s not an end to her problems–as an act of violence it’s symptomatic of the system, and also just brings on her another label. At the end of episode seven, she tells JD that they’re past it, that they’re going to be something else now.

That isn’t enough for JD. And when he indicates he’s not taking her to prom, she realizes something she perhaps knew subconsciously all along: His love for her doesn’t overpower the way he labels himself with violence and antisocial behavior. She considers him a Heather–someone who wants to play his role (the “bad boy”) but doesn’t truly want to be something different.

Her decision in episode eight to recommit to the Heathers baffled me on first viewing, but in hindsight, Veronica’s character recognizes the bizarrely eternal meaning of prom: What happens there is what she will be forever. If she cannot be special by being there with JD, she’ll do the next best thing. And that’s being back to square one: powerful alongside the Heathers. Still kind of labeled, but it could be worse.

It’s Heather Chandler and JD’s ensuing actions that push her over the edge. First, JD murders Heather Duke, her last closest semblance to a friend, to serve his plan. Second, Heather Chandler has no reservations about stepping over Duke’s dead body for the prom crown. Veronica cannot stand to be along for the ride with either of their ways, both of which she views as corrupted and ultimately selfish. She has to go alone.

During the final episode, Veronica comes to a final decision about how she will and will not be labeled forever. She’s first stupified by JD’s plan, which is inherently much more radical and less humanistic than her usual philosophy. But when Heather Chandler describes to her what Veronica’s voiceover in the episode also affirms–that high school and prom are forever, that your labels here are what you’ll always be–she realizes that it’s now or never. If Veronica lets herself be nothing under Heather Chandler’s reign, then it doesn’t matter what happens in the future. Nothing she will always be.

“You know the best part, Veronica? Unlike you, they’ll never forget me. I don’t care if Dylan Lutz becomes president or if Driffany Tompkins cures cancer. No matter where they go, no matter what they do, no matter how high they fly, there will always be a small part of them that worships at the altar of Heather Chandler.” “You think too highly of yourself, Heather.” “I seem to recall that I got so inside your head that you tried to kill me. Doesn’t get more influential than that, does it, Veronica? I made you so angry that you wanted me dead. I revel in that every day. ... I’m already inside everyone at Westerburg.” “Like a virus.” “Call it what you want, but you and I both know that every moment of every day, every important decision, every relationship, every moral choice they ever make, I will be there, permanently in their heads, guiding them towards the truth that is the Heather Chandler Way. And then their kids, and their kids, and on and on and on and on, because that is what power is. Even after you and I are both long gone, I will live on forever, pulling the trigger on every decision in their sad, lonely, pathetic lives.” “Still beautiful, Heather.” “Well at least I’m not nothing like you.” “Find me in ten minutes and then tell me if I’m nothing, bitch.”

Sorry for the long dialogue pull but it encapsulates a lot about the show, including how murder didn’t solve the problem. I don’t think that Veronica’s anger is directed towards the idea of Heathers in every day and age–she is only angry at Heather Chandler, how Heather Chandler has affected her and everyone else at Westerburg, and she wants to change the narrative.

I admit I find Veronica and JD’s last dance to be a beautiful moment where once again their goals align. The song “I Think We’re Alone Now” indicates their nirvana–seen by everyone while embracing their love no one else can label, they can finally reach what they’ve always wanted.

But their paths sadly diverge again when JD learns of a school shooting and has to put a stop to his own tragedy. For Veronica, the power is in the personal, not the political, and if Heather Chandler’s prom night goes uninterrupted, it’s an injustice she can’t stomach. (Heather Chandler and Veronica’s remembered soundbites during the conversation also indicate that she is thinking of how Heather McNamara suffered under Chandler’s rule.) She accuses JD of being a Heather, caring more about the appearance than the real thing. I personally would only consider this true if JD’s plan wouldn’t work, but I honestly think it wouldn’t and he wants an excuse to end his and others’ lives in a spectacular fashion that his conscience would let him have.

When I first watched the finale, I was disappointed that Veronica and JD were doomed to suffer in afterlives of solitude–clearly a type of hell. However, when I think about it, it’s true that this does express the choices that the characters made. For JD, his heaven was being alone with Veronica after dying in a way that expressed his agony. While he wishes he could have accomplished his goal, he’s still content to die alongside her.

However, that doesn’t satisfy Veronica. She still has the image of Heather Chandler in her head, and she needs to upend her reign. So she does the unthinkable: She reconnects JD’s bomb and makes a social media post that will make her a star of suicide. And in a way, it does work: Now excluded from the violence that Westerburg and society craves, which once almost made her popular with her own attempted suicide, Heather Chandler’s fate is to be forgotten. But when she blows up Westerburg, Veronica blows up her relationship with it. Veronica and JD could have had each other. “Our love is God,” he offers. But she corrects him, “Our love was God.” She can’t escape the way Westerburg labeled her and has to relabel herself. In the end, JD’s love was not more powerful than the dehumanizing effect of the school. If Veronica had chosen JD, she still would have been remembered as “nothing,” having died under Heather Chandler’s label. Veronica’s act of defiance is at once both just the system perpetuating itself and her own personal way to be free. She won’t be what Heather Chandler says, and neither will anyone else for that matter.

But tragically, in deciding that JD’s love was not enough to set her free, Veronica chooses an afterlife without him, and his consciousness during her choice makes him aware he won’t be seeing her, either. She also knows that in the end, she only did what society was deep down wanting her to do as a student: Commit suicide. Ironically, she still is “nothing.” Even if she isn’t under Heather Chandler’s control anymore, she still did exactly what “they” wanted.

Peathers Veronica Sawyer is decidedly less likeable than the original film’s protagonist (in part due to the writing, and I don’t think Grace Victoria Cox is to blame, as I think she knocks it out of the park with a manner that’s somehow both poised and intense) with motivations far less noble. But even in her most outrageous actions, she is still in a strange way a relatable character, at least to me. Driven by societal pressures practically to madness, her first and last scenes are her confronting the issue: How do you answer the question of who you are when everyone tries so hard to answer the question for you? In a way, the answer is to say “fuck you,” even when you know it won’t change anything.

While everyone on Heathers is a bad person, I see a little bit of good in all of them, and all of them are pretty easy to feel sorry for, from Chandler overhearing her mother’s derisions to JD’s devastating loss of his mother to Veronica’s best social prospect being letting the queen bee treat her like a dog. I wouldn’t have ended with JD and Veronica doomed to misery, though it does make sense with the show and honestly the ending was fucking ballsy enough with Westerburg blown up without the people who did it having an ending that wasn’t unhappy. For me, the ending is with Veronica and JD on the dance floor. It’s true that they didn’t escape. But they saw hope of escape, through each other.

For me the show is far from perfect, but Veronica’s character is interesting if extremely frustrating. But enough about that basic cable bitch. Why did you read all of this? Get a life, loser! And remember: Tell your mom to spit out the devil’s jizz before you tongue-kiss her in hell.

Thanks for reading.

BUS TRASH

[munsons-maiden]

Something that kinda irks me in fanfics with eddie is when they write how he survives and he starts hanging with Steve and everyone they completely make it seem like eddie just abandoned his entire band.

Everyone should be able to write whatever they want to write. I don't mean to sound rude and I didn't take your message as rude or mean either, I'm just not a fan of people complaining about other people's stories to me since fanfiction is for fun and for free and I'd rather celebrate the stories and the aspects of fanfics we enjoy than talk about those we don't. I've noticed that there's been an influx of this kind of messages over the past few months, of people complaining about other people's stories and themes and I decided that this will be the last of this kind of messages I'll answer. It's nothing against you; I just prefer to read about the tropes and aspects of fanfics you enjoy rather than those you don't.

That being said, it would be a natural and logical thing for Eddie to seek friendship with those who have sought him out and helped him when he needed help, who were ready to put themselves in danger despite not even knowing him to help him hide and fight the monster which framed him for the murders. Bear in mind that it isn't like Eddie is a Veronica Sawyer taken in by the Heathers and now ignoring his uncool friends. Eddie has went through trauma, and Steve and the rest of the party share this trauma. And shared trauma, in the words of Murray Bauman, can't be beat. For Eddie to be closer with the party than with his other friends is logical and natural and actually a form of coping which could help him heal, from a psychological point of view. The same way self help groups are effective, one might say. That doesn't mean he'd abandon his friends - it only means he finds comfort and belonging with those who know about the terrors he went through, about the Upside Down and its monsters, the things his friends from Hellfire don't know and cannot be told because it would put them in danger as well (if they even believed him). The things Eddie went through and has seen would have changed him, and made him grow closer with those who were by his side. That's perfectly normal, and tbh assuming he'd just go on as if nothing had happened after his whole life was literally turned upside down and nearly ended is a way more unrealistic stance.

And lastly, Eddie was the one who was abandoned by his band friends first. This is in no way meant to put blame on anyone but definitely should be mentioned: they were having band practice without Eddie, not worrying why he hadn't shown up when news of a gruesome murder at the trailer park was making the rounds in the morning. They didn't go to check whether he was okay, and they sold him out almost instantly to Jason and his cronies while knowing exactly how violent they could be and that they wouldn't be looking for their friend to hold a tea party.

Again, this is not against you, just me setting a boundary which I hope you understand 🖤

[anxietycomments]

Poly Heathers + Veronica is literally the best ship ever.

[ RANT ]

Like, of course, it's problematic in its own way. Their relationship would, can be, and will be, a bit dysfunctional. Chandler probably has a god complex, Duke probably has an inferiority complex, Mac feels empty, like she's useless, and has tried to off herself, and Veronica, depending on the AU, killed three people; willingly or not.

This alone would give themselves huge problems. Going with the Only JD Died SubAU.

Chandler has to deal with her god complex, almost dying, probably being put in a mental hospital for a while or living under the threat of being put into one, and the fact that she used to mistreat her (girl)friends heavily. She has to live with the fact that she's destroyed so many lives for nothing. She has to step down and destroy the crown she worked so hard for, she has to shatter the glory and the facade she's put up because it's harming everyone around her; and herself. Who truly is Heather Chandler? She doesn't know either, because that girl was lost so long ago; when The Demon Queen of Westerburg had to start her reign to survive High School.

Duke has to deal with her ED, her inferiority complex, obsession over power, watching her (girl)friends fall apart piece by piece. She's given the chance to be The New Demon Queen of Westerburg, and it's stolen away from her in a blink of an eye; it's shattered into something without meaning (Seventeen (Reprise)). She has to deal with the guilt of driving Mac to offing herself as well. I don't know much about EDs, I'll admit; but healing from anything that has a huge chance to kill you takes a lot of support. Something she's not sure she can get. Something she's not even sure she wants. Duke has always been a bitch, sure. It's easy to hate her. All she wants is power, control. She doesn't truly make friends, she makes allies; steppingstones to the throne she's known it's always been hers. For her. But there's always been a reason as to why; and it's everyone around her pushing her to do that. To be this. To be.. not her.

Mac not only feels like she just doesn't contribute to anything, but when Veronica saves her from offing herself, she probably feels guilty for it. She feels bad that she feels like she's useless, because that feeling means putting her weight on someone else and expecting them to help even though that's just.. not how it's supposed to go. She's supposed to help, be the jock of the Heathers; not as strong emotionally but strong physically. And she just can't, because her best friend was hospitalized and assumed dead, the guy she dated died too, he was gay; which meant that their relationship had been a lie (before Kurt explained that at that time they weren't dating and JD must've faked it). Duke also left her and straight up told her to die for not being emotionally strong.

Veronica Sawyer.

She helped the attempted murder of Chandler, Kurt, and Ram. While they lived, they were hospitalized and barely survived. They are left traumatized (let's not forget Kurt&Ram probably lived under the threat of being put in a mental hospital). She gave Chandler the drain cleaner, watched as she fell to her knees and passed out. While she also helped save her, it's not an easy thing to get out of your head. To this day, when Chandler does/thinks something because of that accident, it's a silent reminder of Veronica's guilt. When Kurt and Ram do the same, she thinks the same.

What about JD?.. ah. Right. JD.

She wanted a future with him. She truly believed there was good in him. She thought that if she could help him, heal him from his trauma, they'd have a happy future. She truly believed that he could be beautiful, in his own way. And maybe he could. But he still wanted to murder the Heathers, Kurt, Ram, maybe even Betty and Martha. He still wanted to play God; the one who chooses who dies, who succeeds, who suffers and who lives.

He traumatized her the way he promised no one would ever do.

I don't think a lifetime would help Veronica recover. No one can know what she did. The Heathers would be traumatized. Chandler being (threatened to be) in a mental hospital, hospitalized from being poisoned, would be her fault. Mac trying to off herself would be her fault. Duke's life beginning anew and ending ugly in a second would be her fault. Kurt's and Ram's whole thing would be her fault. The school almost exploding plus JD's death would be her fault. Everything would be her fault. She's the one domino that fell and bumped the others.

And that's gotta hurt.

[teddy06writes]

Charlie Dalton's Annual Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition

Requested: Nope {please send Dead Poets requests)

Dead Poets x reader (I like to think that any can be taken as romantic or platonic)

trigger warnings: swearing, some yelling, mentions/implied drinking/drunkenness

Premise: {Based on a few real events from both my last Saturday night party and a few other parties} Charlie has always been in charge of the Dead Poets Holiday Parties, be it the Nondenominational Winter Holiday Edition (CDADPHPNDWHE for short), New Years Eve Edition, or Fourth of July Edition, but this is your first time attending one of these famed parties since joining the group

{Might end up a loosely connected series, based on my other parties}

{Costumes: Y/n: Heather Chandler, Meeks: Heather Duke, Pitts: Heather McNamara, Todd: Veronica Sawyer, Neil: J.D. Charlie: Blossom, Knox: Bubbles, Cameron: Buttercup (they made him), Chris: Ghost with the sheets but party mode}

"Neil I am literally begging you- drive faster!" Meeks cried from the backseat.

Neil sighed, "Meeksie if I drive any faster we will slide off the road or something."

"You don't understand," He groaned, "Charlie's spam texting me!"

You laughed, "Well that's what you get for not telling him we were gonna be late!"

Meeks groaned, letting his head fall back against the glass, "I did tell him!"

In the middle, Pitts shrugged, "At least he doesn't have to worry about a part of his group costume missing."

"We aren't missing anyone," Todd said, "....Anymore."

"Look its not our fault we forgot (y/n)!" Neil argued.

"Yes it is! It is entirely your fault!" You yelled.

Neil started to protest, but was cut off by Pitts' sigh, "Tell Charlie we'll pull in in a minute."

~~ As Neil pulled up along the wide drive of the Dalton Manor (lets be real there's nothing else to call it), you looked around in awe.

The party had only officially started a half hour ago, but cars already packed the driveway.

Car safe parked in the designated space Charlie had left, the others began to climb out, and you followed them, straightening your blazer and fixing your hair.

Todd sent you an attempt at a reassuring smile, before turning to look up at the old stable that had been turned into Charlie's party spot.

"Remember what Keating used to say," Neil said, coming around the side of the car, "'oh to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted.'"

You frowned, turning to him, "How is that supposed to help my nerves?"

"No idea, let's go!"

People were packed inside, yet somehow through it all Charlie managed to spot your group, charging through the crowd yelling, "AyyyY! Mi Amigos! Are you ready to party???"

He through an arm around each of you in tern, adding a "Glad you final get to come to this (y/n)." To yours.

Almost as soon as he had appeared, he disappeared, though only for a moment as he quickly reemerged from the crowd with Cameron and Knox in tow, "Pictures, now."

Meeks laughed excitedly, joining the group in following Charlie off to the side where an open space had been designated for pictures, "Oh the insta stories are gonna be so lit!"

After all but bribing a random by stander to take a thousand pictures on everyone's phones, Charlie disappeared again, but not before giving the only slightly foreboding warning, "The party will begin momentarily."

It didn't take him long to make his way around to where the band had set up near the back, snatching a microphone, "Hey hey hey! Is this thing on?"

The crowd of people cheered, and you cheered with them, looking around at your friends with a laugh.

"Okay! I'd just like to say before we get this started, thank you all for coming to Charlie Daltons Annual Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween edition!"

Again the crowd cheered.

"Well we've got a real treat for you beautiful people this year! We've got catering by my fathers own kitchen staff, a live band The Keats, and for the first time, a winning costume trophyyy! Not to mention that first circle Dead Poet (Y/n) (y/l/n) has joined ussssss!"

Again the crowd cheered, turning to look at you as the rest of the dead poets laughed.

"So! Again, thank you all for obeying the costumes rule, I mean this turn out- We've got some nuns, the Heathers, Medea- and is that fucking Mutt Sanders I see? Anyway- without further ado! Let's fucking party!!"

The crowd began to cheer again, and you leaned over to Pitts, "Does he make a speech every year?"

"At every party!"

~~

The night was already beginning to go by in a blur, between rounds of pool/billiards (meeks or Pitts won nearly every round), dancing to the cheesiest party songs the band played (Neil and Charlie at the center of the dance circle obviously), and watching Knox getting syringe shots sent directly into his mouth by the 'magical shot fairy' everyone had a suspicion was Ginny Danbury.

Charlie had been dragged off by someone to see about something with the food, and Cameron, ever concerned with not getting sued by people with food poising had followed. Knox had gone after Chris, and Pitts and Meeks were in a very heated game of billiards.

You sighed, taking a swig of your drink as you turned to find Todd hurriedly mumbling something to Neil, "What's wrong?"

"Todd's uh, not feeling it, we're gonna take a breather." Neil explained.

"I'll go with- if that's okay, Todd?"

He nodded, and Neil began to lead the way through the crowd, you brining up the rear of the little procession you formed.

"You okay?" You asked Todd once you were all out and sitting safely in the gazebo.

"It's just loud in there." He sighed.

Neil nodded, "That's fair. We can chill out here for as long as you want Todd."

The gazebo lapsed into silence for a long while before Todd sighed, "Okay- best costume you've seen, not including your own."

"I liked Chris's. The sunglasses really worked." Neil said after a moment.

You nodded, "Definitely a tie between hers and whoever was doing Medea."

Neil chuckled, "That's Charlie's cousin. He's a real trip."

"Wasn't he bad James Bond last year?" Todd asked with a giggle.

"Yep. Carried a banana around instead of a gun." Neil confirmed.

"Best song the the bands played so far." You offered.

"Don't stop believing."

"I'm still holding out for Footloose."

~~

You'd stayed out in the gazebo for a long time, ignoring the cold, watching as the party slowly thinned as late night turned to nearly early morning, and eventually were joined by Knox, Chris, and Pitts, who came with a plate piled high with food.

"Okay, okay okay," Chris laughed, "Screw Marry kill, Charlie, Meeks, Cameron."

"Everyone that's not here? That feels like betrayal!" Knox objected.

"Marry Meeks, screw Charlie, kill Cameron." Pitts answered at the same instant.

You laughed, "No way. Marry Cameron for the benefits of he would literally do all the taxes and shit, Screw Charlie and Kill Meeks."

"You would kill Meeks?" Todd demanded.

You shrugged, "Call it in character."

"You can't just use that as an excuse!"

"I already explained it! Cameron comes with the benefit of never balancing a text book or filing tax shit, who wouldn't wanna screw Charlie! Meeks is just whos left!"

Before the last words had fully left your mouth, Neil, who had been remaining quiet shushed you, listening intently.

"What?"

"Shhhh!"

Another moment of quiet before he asked, "Does anyone else hear Chris Stapleton?"

Everyone went dead silent before a collective, "OH SHIT!" Was yelled, and you were all out of your seats, running back toward the stable building.

Just as had been suspected, Charlie was up on the stage, loudly singing, "Youuuuuuuurrr as smooooooth as tennesee whiskeyYyyyyyyyy!"

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed.

It took hardly a moment for you to join in with the rest of the inner circle poets, forming a line with your arms thrown around Cameron and Todd's shoulders as you swayed in time with them.

The song eventually ended, and Charlie all but vaulted from the stage to join the group, "Guys! Your just in time, fucking tesla guy came back! And guess what?"

"What?" Todd laughed.

"He brought a giant ass bag of McDicks!"

"Ah yes, the annual appearance of tesla guy." Cameron half laughed, half whispered to you.

"And his generous donation of fast food." Knox added.

Back up on the stage the lead singer of the band announced, "Alright, we've got another singer from the crowd. Bear with us, we don't actually know this song!"

"YEah MUTT!" Someone yelled from the crowd.

The group of poets had moved off to the side by now and you turned to look at Charlie with wide eyes, "Who is that?"

"Mutt Sanders!" He laughed.

"Mutt Sanders- Knox's doppelganger Mutt Sanders? He's here?"

"Yeah?" He laughed again, "I thought that was part of what I said earlier?"

"I thought it was a joke!"

"Nope!"

~~ By some miracle, the party seemed to fully disperse by 3 am.

Before you knew it, it was only you, the other first circle Dead Poets, Chris Noel and Ginny Danbury left, begining to clean up.

"Guys- guys- Stop cleaning." Charlie said around a yawn, "We have cleaners for a reason."

"Are they paid fair wages?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah. Like, way above minimum."

"Oh, fair enough." She shrugged, grabbing Chris' hand and tugging her toward the door, "See you all later then!"

Once they were gone Neil turned to Charlie, "Who's apartment then?"

"Cams is closest."

"Not a chance." The redhead said immediately.

Charlie sighed, "Yours then Neil. I demand a snack run first though!"

"A snack run?" You questioned, following them out of the stable and across the lawn.

Meeks nodded, "It's tradition, pick an apartment, pick snacks, go crash."

As you reached the door of the house, Charlie turned, suddenly serious, "Pitts, Cam, you two are closest to sober, go get the cars ready. The rest of you get to the pantry, grab as much as you can carry. I'll get the party crash bag."

"Holy shit it's like a whole operation." You marveled.

"Get used to it." Todd half scoffed.

~~

The next morning you woke up in pajamas you had barrowed from someone and a hoodie you had probably taken from someone else, only mildly confused when you found yourself near the bottom of a cuddle pile on Neil's giant ass bed.

You yawned, vaguely feeling someone's arm wrap around your waist.

From next to you and only partly trapped under a red head whom you couldn't tell was Meeks or Cameron, Charlie chuckled softly, "How did you feel about your first Dead Poets Party, (y/n)?"

[voicesofthemuses]

In Here It’s Beautiful // Closed RP

@brothershardy​

People said that befriending your demons was the best way to know yourself. 

Nancy could easily imagine that in the context most people meant when they said that, it was probably true--if potentially self-destructive. She had always believed that it was better to know and accept your vices.

She doubted anyone who believed in befriending their demons would quite know what to make of her case, because--well, they weren’t friends. They’d skipped right over those niceties after he had stepped in to save her during a case that was more dangerous than she’d expected...and Nancy had found out the fun way that she didn’t exactly have a guardian angel. No, she had a guardian literal-demon-from-hell who’d been dishing out sass longer than she’d been alive. And for some reason, Frank loved her.

Befriend your demons to know yourself. Nancy certainly felt as if she had never known herself more truthfully, more purely, than when she in Frank’s arms.

He encouraged her every dream and whim. When she told him she was thinking of trying out for a local musical, he’d let her practice her audition song and told her to go knock their socks off. Nancy wasn’t sure if he just didn’t think to ask what show it was, or what part she was going for...but either way, she called him to come by her apartment so that she could throw herself at him with a squeal of excitement when she told him that she’d landed it. She was going to be playing Veronica Sawyer in a six-weekend production of Heathers.

Frank had been exceptionally proud of her, and Nancy thought nothing of the gleam in his silver eyes. She probably should have seen it coming, though, and really she could only laugh at herself when she swung by the theater again, and saw the finalized cast list posted on the announcement board outside.

“So, out of curiosity,” Nancy said pleasantly when she met her boyfriend for coffee before the first day of cast meet-and-read, “did you actually audition, or did you just black-eye the director into giving you JD?” She knew she was cracking, too close to smiling for him to think she was scolding. “And were you planning to say something first, or just enjoy me turning brick-red when we start rehearsals and you walked out in that coat?”

[bloody-hearts-lane]

Watching Horror Movies With the Slashers

Group One: The Horror Babies

Carrie White does not like horror movies. if you want to watch any with her, she'll be a good sport and watch with you, but she'll definitely be watching through her fingers! this is prime cuddle time, though.

Bubba Sawyer also does not love horror movies; his least favorite are the ones chock-full of jump scares and demons and stuff like that. it would probably be best to enjoy horror movies by yourself.

Group Two: The 'Mama Aint Raise No Bitch' Group

Stu Macher isn't quite as fearless as his ghostface counterpart, but make no mistake, he loves horror movies. he's just susceptible to jump scares.

Bo Sinclair, quite similarly to Stu, is susceptible to some jump scares. though if a horror movie does get under his skin, he wouldn't even dream of saying anything about it. he's absolutely not freaked out, and honestly, insulted you would even think so.

Brahms Heelshire will tell you that nothing scares him, but do not believe him. he does like watching horror with you though, especially if you get scared, because thats always a prime excuse to cuddle even closer.

Veronica Sawyer definitely leans more towards getting some mild anxiety during high tension scenes in horror movies, but she'll try to act tough. if you catch her out, though, she'll have no problem admitting it and then laughing it off.

Susie Bannion would be more afraid of modern horror movies, as they are much more believable– but, also, considering the whole 'mother suspiriorum' thing, she might not be afraid at all. she'll watch them with you, whenever you want though; she just loves to spend time with you.

Star isn't exactly terrified of horror movies, but she can't consume them completely fearlessly either. i think modern day horror movies might freak her out more than the classics– they just seem so realistic!

The Man, honestly, even if he isn't scared, would probably take any excuse to cuddle with you while watching. 'Only if youre scared,' he'll say, but you can see right through him.

Group Three: Literally Doesn't Know Fear

Amanda Young is the kind of person to yell at the television the entire time because come ON, she could do better! (is she talking to the victims or the killer? you decide.)

Billy Loomis really, really loves horror movies (as we all know), but what he loves is the alone time with you. don't expect him to be too great at keeping his hands to himself through the entire movie.

Jason Voorhees is not affected by 99% of all horror movies, and would probably only be disturbed by you jumping or screaming at the jumpscares. the only exception is ocean themed horror– Jaws, The Shallows, Leviathan, The Abyss, etc. keep them out of the house please.

Jason Dean is probably either zoning out while watching, groaning at the stupid decisions, claiming he could do better, or way too focused on you to even really remember what was going on in the film.

The Lost Boys are more likely to make stupid jokes and throw things at the television while watching a horror movie than anything else, especially if you're watching with the whole group of them. they wont apologize for interrupting either– well, star would. dont count on anyone else doing it though!

Tiffany Valentine would probably be critiquing both the survivors and the murderer or monster for most of the movie.

[alixennial]

Queen B (Choices: Stories You Play, Pixelberry 2020) review...

Well not really a review, more like advice that no one asked for on how to get the most out of this story. 

When Pixelberry announced this story I was pretty unimpressed with the setting - a bunch of rich, beautiful college kids fighting to be most popular - no thanks. But I decided to give it a chance, named my MC Veronica (as in Veronica Sawyer from Heathers, 1989) and tried to play as the girl that basically wants nothing to do with the popularity contest.

One thing I've learned about Choices books is that if you don't play the main route they've coded, you're not gonna get the best experience. Open Heart is a prime example of this - if you do the slow burn romance with Ethan (and bonus friends-with-benefits scenes with Bryce too), it's a very emotional and thought-provoking story - possibly their best in terms of character development and maturity of plot themes. But if you don't, it can be very frustrating. Same goes with Queen B.

I stopped playing at about chapter 5 I think. I was following the 'Good Girl' route but I was still treating everyone around me like trash. I wasn't interested in romancing the professor, but I was still making cringeworthy advances towards him. My choices felt wrong and unimportant to the script.

So I restarted (and renamed my MC, there's a central character already named Veronica) and decided to take the 'Bad Girl' route, literally giving no shits about anyone around me and being the girl that sucks the professors dick under his desk. And now, the book is so much better - it's actually pretty entertaining! So my advice is, don't try to insert your own character into this story! The MC is a narcissistic sociopath - play as one and you'll get the very best experience from this book!

[ladywinterwitch]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Actress! Reader  (Teather AU)

Summary: The reader is the sobstitute in a off-Broadway production for the Musical Heathers. The female lead can’t do the show, so she gets called in her place where she’ll met the male lead, a charming blue eyed man.

Warnings: musicals, cursing, mentions of smut, mentions of drugs, making out, Seb’s a little minx, other people from the Marvel cast are in here.

Word Count: 5007 (long AF)

A/n: Okay so the idea obviously came to me when I was listening to the song Dead girl walking from the off-bway musical Heathers. It’s my favorite song from the musical and where I find it really enjoyable and funny to listen to, it made me wonder how two actors would be dealing with the performace which is A LOT. I recommend you to see this video if you want to understand better how the dynamic works and to listen to the song.

The songs mentioned in order are Beautiful, Candy Store, Freeze Your Brain, Big Fun, Dead Girl Walking and Seventeen (reprise) 

ps: Yes, that’s an actual gif from the show

                                                (gif not mine)

It was a normal day, calm, average. You woke up, read a few times a script for a new audition, went out for lunch with your best friend, came home and started to read some pages of your last purchase, Stephen King’s Gerald’s game.

Now you were chilling on your sofa, with your cat sleeping near your feet, when suddenly the cellphone rang, scaring the shit out of you.

You jumped a little scaring off your pet which ran away. You sighed and streched to reach your phone on glass coffe table in front of you. The number was unknown, but you answer anyway.

-Hello?- 

-Y/n? Thank God, that’s the right number.- You recognized the voice of the director of the theatrical show you auditioned for, Heathers. Unfortunately you didn’t get the part, but you were called back to be a reserve for the main role.

-Theresa? Is everything all right?- you asked, sitting straight and putting your legs down the sofa, two of your fingers used as bookmark.

-Yeah it’s just, you got anything planned tonight? Or, well, right now?- the woman asked a little nervous. You could hear noise in the background.

-No, no. Absolutley nothing, uhm, why?- you basically jumped up.

-Perfect. Then we’ll wait for you at the theatre in like, ten minutes, yeah? See you.- Before you could ask anything else, she hang up. 

-Fuck.- you cursed loudly, literally throwing the book on the table and running to your bedroom. How the hell were you supposed to be ready and get there in ten minutes, when you were in your pajamas, had messy hair and didn’t have a bit of make up on? 

You think quickly and take from the wardrobe a military green dress and a pair of heel boots. Comfortable and quick, but still presentable. Then you rushed to the bathroom, brushed your theeth and your hair to make them look at least deacent. You decided to stuff into your bag you mascara and a dusty pink nude lipstick and you went to your car. You had already put on the musical’s playlist, listening to it while you drove there, just in case.

-

You arrived some minutes later, parked the car in a miracolously free spot and went inside. You entered the stage room and saw that the cast was rehearsing the song “big fun”. Theresa, which was at her director spot under the stage, turned around and when she saw you she motioned for you to come closer. You did, while the others continued to perform.

-I’m sorry, I’m a little late.- you apologized keeping your voice low. She shook her head.

-Don’t worry, our JD hasn’t arrived either.- she said with an hint of irritation, referring to the leading male part. She sighed recomposing herself.

-You can already imagine why I’ve called you, but still. Our actress for Veronica just broke her ankle, so she won’t be able to perform for a while. Are you still available? Tell me right away because you either would have to jump right on the stage and reharse all day until tonight or I’ll have to call reserve number three, which to be honest I wouldn’t be really thrilled to do.- she askedlike someone who definetly didn’t have time to lose.

You were in seventh heaven. You wanted that part so bad. You didn’t have a long resumee yet, and a show so popular like Heathers would’ve opened many doors to you as well as helping to make yourself know to the public. For a moment you didn’t even realized what she had just said. She gave you a side eye and you suddenly came back to your senses.

-Yes!- you said a little too loud, gaining a few eyes from the crew in the pit, but not from the cast on stage who were still singing. You calmed down a bit, before widening your eyes.

-Wait, you said tonight?- Theresa checked her phone while answering with a ‘yes’. You felt stupid for forgetting that.

-Tonight’s the premiere, honey. C'mon now, get on the stage, you have to rehearse and meet the cast.- you did as you were told, going up the stage. The guys were dressed with their own clothes and a man was on the piano. They were just singing and not doing the whole thing, which worried you a little, despite the fact that you knew all the choreographies and lyrics thanks to the rehearsals you did with the ‘backup’ cast. So you didn’t knew anyone from the actual one.

-Guys, we have our Veronica.- you head a few ‘thanks God’ and sighs of relief. 

-Five minutes break then we resume.- she clasped her hands going off the stage to make a call. A little group of people came to you. There were two blonde, fair skinned girls and one with dark curly hair and dark skin.

-Hey, I’m Scarlett, I play Heather Chandler. Those are Elizabeth and Tessa, and they play Heather McNamara and Heather Duke. Nice to meet you..?- she efficiently introduced herself and the other two girls with enthusiasm. You smiled at them, waving slightly.

-Y/n. And well, you already know I’ll be Veronica Sawyer.- you chuckle a little and they smiled. Then two guys joined you introducing themselves as Chris and Anthony, which respectively play Kurt and Ram, the two stereotypical frat boy douchebags. But they were all but that, instead they were both quite attractive and funny, and nice above all.

Then Hayley, a nice british girl, introduced herself too and said she was going to play Martha. You honestly could’ve never pictured her as a stereotyped loser with a few extra punds like the character. She was too pretty and definetly not fat. She had curves and she was stunning. But you knew that the voice was the main requirement to be choosed in this type of castings so you imagined that that was the reason they choosed her. Also, the make up would’ve done the rest.

The director interrupeted your conversation saying that it was time to resume the reharsals, so you all got in position, this time adding the dancing to the singing.

-

You started with the song “beautiful”, then the Heathers trio sang “candy store” and so on, until you got to your personal favorite, “Dead girl walking”. It had gone all pretty smoothly, the director intervening a few times to give advices and correct something.

-Okay y/n, you’re on your own now, I’ll sing for JD. Start at the note.- the piano man said and you nodded, clearing your throat slightly to prepare yourself. He started to play and on the right timing you began to sing, standing next to him since your partner wasn’t there to perform and doing it on your own would’ve been kinda awkward.

You performed beautifully and at the end the crew even clapped. You knew that was one of the hardest songs, so you felt a pinch of pride at their reaction.You blushed a smiled grateful.

-I see you found my new partner in crime.- you heard a deep, amused, voice coming from behind you. You and the rest of the cast turned around. A guy was standing on the door jamb with a smirk. He was tall, had brown hair, a little long just under his ears, and they were pulled back. He was probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen.

-What an honor for you to join us mortals. And you guessed right, Sebastian. Y/n will be your Veronica. Probably for the rest of the plays.- Theresa said shocking you. Your head snapped towards her which was looking at you with a grin. You smiled widely, a hand covering your mouth from the surprise.

-What about the other girl?- you asked walking to her. She shrugged.

-We don’t know when she will be able to walk and dance again, plus, your talent is pretty much the same. Only you’re nicer.- she confessed, you shook your head a bit in disbelief and gave her a hug.

-Thankyou, that’s an honor.- you thanked her sincerely. She nodded and tilted her head to the side.

-Don’t thank me, thank your preparation. Now go meet your partner. He’s a bit presumptuos, but he’s good deep inside.- 

You left her with the some other cast member and got closer to the group that surrounded Sebastian. Chris saw you coming and smiled.

-Hey y/n, congrats. We’re happy you’re going to stay with us.- you laugh a bit.

-Thankyou Chris, I still don’t realize it.- 

-Aw c’mon, you deserve it. In any case, we’ll leave you talk, from Veronica to JD.- Tessa held your arm for a second before going away with the rest of the people.

At that point you were left alone with Sebastian. You felt a bit intimidated for some reason. You didn’t know if was for his confident behaviour or the amused look that he was giving you.

-Well, hello there.- he clearly checked you out, keeping his smirk. You understood that he didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it was just his way to be friendly.

-Hi.- you said a bit embarassed. 

-I would say congratulations, but it would be probably the tenth time, so I’ll just settle with nice to meet you.- he offered his hand and you shook it a few times, a lopsided smile on your lips.

-Likewise.- he didn’t take his eyes off of you. Before you could talk again, one of the producers spoke to everyone.

-All right folks, it’s time to get ready. The people will arrive in two hours and the stage must be prepared. To the changing rooms.- Your eyes widened and your heart started to race.

-Hey now, don’t panic. You were amazing earlier. Just take a deep breath. It’s time to get ready. It’s going to be alright.- he spoke in a reassuring tone that made you automathically smile a little. He started to walk away, then turned back for a split second.

-Well, actually maybe a few drops of alchol would help, just in case.- you laughed and he winked at you.

-

You shared the room with the four girls. It was a bit chaotic, but everyone did their thing professionally and without losing time. After a good forty-five minutes of make up, which was included: foundation, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and a pale cherry lipstick. The red lipstick was actually a tint, because you would have to kiss a lot and certainly there wouldn’t have been time to clean the mess and re-apply it over and over.

 The rest of the time was left for the hair to get done. First they tied up your hair with a few bobby pins, then applied a bald cap fixing it, and last but not least, they slipped on a raven black, shoulder lenght wig on your head. The hairstylist started to curl the black locks in loose curls at the tips. In the mean time the make up artist gave the last touches to the make up and then applied the tiny mic at the top of your forehead. applying some foundation to try to blend it better with your skin tone. 

During all the process you talked and had fun with the girls. You found out that Scarlett was dating Chris, that Tessa was excited because her new girlfriend would’ve been here to see her perform, that Hayley was originally from London but came to New York because her dream was to be on Broadway and that Lizzie was from a family of actors but that she was the only one who sang.

When the hairstylist had finished curling and styling the wig, she applied a blue hairband with a very simple knot on the right side.

Lastly, it was time to get dressed. You thanked God when you finally stood up from the make up chair, you couldn’t take to be seated anymore. The costume designer took yout plastic covered costume from the trolley hanger and uncovered it. 

-Tak off the robe, please.- the lady asked you nicely.

-Sure.- you responded right away taking it off. She passed to you a blue lacy bra and you rose an eyebrow. She shrugged.

-You know, that scene.- she responded, and you understood right away. She covered you with a jacket and you took off your current bra putting on the blue one. It was a bit tight, but it wasn’t uncomfortable thankfully. Then she helped you put on the rest of the costume which consisted in a plain white shirt, an electric blue elegant jacket, a light grey pleated mini skirt which barely arrived at your mid-thigh, a pair of white parisian stockings that reached just above your knees, and last but not least a pair of black heels. Not too high, thankfully.

You heard a whistle and turned your head. The girls were all ready except for Hayley which was still getting her, probably fifth, layer of clothes fixed. Scarlett wore red, Tessa green and Lizzie yellow, as their characters. They looked stunning.

-Look who’s gonna kick all asses tonight.- Tessa said. You all laughed. The costume designer helped you fit into a loose wool pullover with some ygly designs on it, then a scarf and an equally loose pair of brown sweatpants above your current costume. You started to feel a bit hot, but your told yourself that it was just for a few minutes of the first song.

-You don’t look bad yourself.- you talked back. Then there was a knock on the door.

-Girls, it’s time. Y/n on stage in ten.- a member of the crew opened the door and then quickly went away.

You breathed in and out to calm yourself down while you and the girls went to the backstage.

-So, all here? Good, good. So, just a few words.- Theresa spoke and you felt a hand on the small of your back. You tought that it was one of the girls, but you couldn’t be more wrong. You looked at your side, and got face to face with an incredibly sharp jawline. You turned back to look at Theresa, not wanting to embarass yourself, even if Sebastian’s touch was making you freak out a little.

-We worked very hard to get at this point. So behave and don’t screw up, kids. Love you all! And break a leg!-

A few seconds later you and the cast got called for the first song, 'beautiful’.

-See you later.- a shiver ran down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You looked at him. He had his hair back, just like before. He was now wearing combat boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black long coat. And a smirk was painted on his face. The perfect Jason Dean.

You hated yourself for letting him have this effect on you, so you got your shit together and smiled seductively, gazing him straight in the eyes.

-Later, bad boy.- you teased referring to his role. had just a flash of his amused expression before walking away. You got on stage and began to sing.

- September 1st 1989. Dear diary…-  at first you were alone on stage, then some extras joined you, then Ram got introduced.

Anthony wore a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, nikies and a red and white bomber jacket with a big W on the left side. He hit the prop lunch tray you were holding with a fakely innocent ‘oops’.

-Ram Sweeney, third year as linebacker. And 8th year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.- you talked to the audience as planned with an annoyed tone.

-What did you say to me, skank?- he got closer, menacing. You jumped a bit and put on a scared face.

-Aagh! Nothing.- you responded quickly. You sang a few words of the chorus and then Hayley got on stage. She was almost make up-less and with some baggy and pastel colour clothes, glasses and and ugly liliac t-shirt with an unicorn at the front which could’ve easily made anyone at least two sizes bigger. She was almost unrecognizable.

-Martha Dunstock. My best friend since diapers.- you talked again to the audience, then to Hayley. 

-We on for movie night?- she replaced her british accent with the american one and pitched her voice a bit.

-Yeah! You’re on Jiffy Pop detail.- 

-I rented the princess bride.- she responded timidly. You laughed slightly raising your eyebrows.

-Ooh! Again? Wait, don’t you have it memorized by now?- you cross your arms against your chest, listening.

-What can I say, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.- she answered sadly. Then Chris came running from the right part of the backstage, and smacked Hayley’s prop lunch tray just like Anthony, and like him he was dressed with the same pants, shoes and bomber jacket except for his shirt that was grey. 

-Martha Dumptruck! Wide load, aah!- he screamed mockingly.

- Kurt Kelly, quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.- you addressed the audience again, gaining a chuckle. Then you returned to spoke to Chris.

-Hey! Pick that up! Right now.- you ordered loudly. 

-I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?- lucky enough that you knew that he wasn’t a real douche, because at this point you would’ve already slapped him. You noted to make Chris compliments later.

-Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant.- you said with the most insulting tone you could master. He furruwed his brows and narrowed his eyes a bit, looking down at you. 

-You have a zit right there.- he states. All the extras laugh out loud and you all resume to sing. 

Then after a brief instrumental pause everyone but you start to chant softly the name ‘Heather’. Scarlett, Tessa and Lizzie walk slowly on stage, almost in slow motion.

-And then there’s the Heathers. They float above it all.- you start to talk to the public as a narrator while you introduce them one by one. 

-Heather McNamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.- the spotlight is on Lizzie, then it shifts to Tessa. 

-Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants.- you continue, then do a shot pause and the light shifts on Scarlett, which was in the middle. Their costumes were basically the same: very short mini skirt, a white shirt underneath an elegant short jacket, parisian white stockings that reached above the knee and black high heels. The only differecies were the colours, yellow, green and lastly red. 

-And Heather Chandler, the almighty. She is a mythic bitch.- the music gets a bit faster while you keep going. Another piece of song goes on and you get introduced to the Heathers, you ask them to sit at their table so that no one could pick on you and in the end they accept and decide to transform you. So while another chourus goes on, you four get behind the scenes and the costume designer is quickly at your side, helping you to take off the scar, pants, pullover and to put on the heels, fix any eventual crease and in the end she brushed a bit the wig while you put on a rosy lipstick. Just in time, you go back on stage after Scarlett, Tessa and Lizzie.

The song ends and there’s a little banter between you and them which want Veronica to give Martha a fake love letter form Ram to bully her. You refuse and they get angry, which leads to their song.

After another song, finally is JD’s turn to be introduced. He and Veronica meet in a gorcery shop and you start to eat some red licorice while he was drinking a frozen slushie. He looked charming. You were also having a lot of fun, which was ideal for your chemistry. A few lines later he began to sing.

-I’ve been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry. No point in planting roots ‘cause you’re gone in a hurry. My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it’s only a matter of when.- he begins, and boy, was he talented. You smiled at him, not only because you felt like it, but also because it was in the script. 

-Freeze your brain, suck on that straw get lost in the pain. Happiness comes when everything numbs, who needs cocaine?- he sang a few words, then came back to talking. 

-Care for a hit?- he raised the plastic glass, pointing the straw towards you.

-Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?- you smirked teasingly. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows.

-Not anymore.- he resumed singing along with the music. -When mom was alive, we lived half way normal, now it’s just me and my dad, we’re less formal. I’ve learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn’t owe you a cent.- the note got a bit high and his voice changed in a more teasing tone. 

-You’re planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.- he sings the chorus towards the audience, then the song ends, and on the last note he snaps his head towards you, his arm stretched offering you the slushie.

-Try it.- the public applaudes and the lights go off, giving you the time to prepare for the next song. It’s a very crowded and messy song, set in a house party. At some point you refuse to obey Scarlett’s Heather Chandler and she says that you’re over. You go away from the party feeling lost. The song ends and the lights go off to give the time to the everyone in the cast to get away.

You were slightly getting more and more nervous for the next song, which woul’ve been a lot more challenging, both to sing and perform, considering that you had to basically ride Sebastian in front of the audience.

You were left alone on stage, if you didn’t consider Sebastian pretending to sleep on the higher stage behind you on a mattress.

-The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8 am I will be deleted.- you start, the music fastening a little. -They’ll hunt me down in study hall Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?- You walked near the lockers, your voice dripping worry.

-I don’t have to stay and die like cattle,I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.- you stopped suddenly, a lopsided smile sppearing on your face -Wait.- you looked at the audience.

-Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky!- you hit the fist high note, pointing at Sebastian’s, fake, sleeping figure.

-Yeah! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock! I’m a dead girl walking..- the line getting softer.

You went up the stairs to the upper stage and walked towards him. He opened his eyes and sit up, straddled.

-Veronica! What’re you doing in my room?- he exclaims confused. You went closer and he got on his feet. Now he didn’t have shoes, had a pair of white boxers and a white tank top.

-Shh...- you put a finger in front of your mouth, shushing him seductively. -Sorry but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you ,'cause Heather says I got to go. You’re my last meal on death row, so shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys!- you start with a sweet tone that goes higher and stronger ‘til you hit the last note. You pointed at his boxers.

-Come on! Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking! Get on all fours! Kiss this dead girl walking!- You pushed his shoulders with your hands until he got on his knees in front of you. The public laughed slightly.

He looked up at you, starting to caress your tighs with his surprisingly soft hands. They were going up and up, until he reached your ass cheeks. He wasn’t taking his gaze away from yours.

-Let’s go, you know the drillI. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill.- you snapped your head towards the audience, raising an eyebrow, gaining a chuckle. Then you returned your attention to Sebastian. -Bow down to the will-Of a dead girl walking!-

You both got on all fours and you gave him a little push to make him sit back, and crawled between his legs. 

-And you know, you know, you know. It’s 'cause you’re beautiful, you say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.-  You changed tone and got sweet, placing a hand on his heart. -So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there! In here it’s beautiful, let’s make this beautiful!-  

He looked at you and smiled, then exclaimed  -That works for me!- 

An instrumental moment began, and you both knew what would’ve come next. So you just did it, without thinking too much. He cupped your cheeks and forcefully pulled you to him, kissing you. You responded right away, trying to think straight and follow the script you started to take off your jacket and then his t-shirt, leaving him in his underwear. If your faces weren’t stuck together you woul’ve probably been jaw dropping at his tanned and muscular figure, but there wasn’t time for that. You pulled away and started to sing again.

-Yeah! Full steam ahead,take this dead girl walking!-

-How’d you find my address?- he asked scared. The public laughed.

-Let’s break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking!- you ignored him.

-I think you tore my mattress!- again, the crowd laughed.

-No sleep tonight for you, Better chug that Mountain Dew! Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!- you motioned a ripping movement with your arms and hands. 

-Okay, okay!- he gave up, still scared.

You got on his lap, your legs on each side of his hips. The only thing that separated your intimate parts were your panties and his boxers, but it wansn’t actually enough.

-Slap me, pull my hair, touch me there, and there , and there and no more talking! Love this dead girl walking!- you hit another high note. This moment should’ve been arranged between you two before, like every performer ever does when he had to play scenes like that, but you had to improvise now.

It all happened rather quickly: He gave you a not-so-light spank on the butt, then put his hand in your hair and gently pulled to expose your neck, to the first 'there’ he cupped your breasts, then your ass and at the last one he tore open your shirt, that thankfully had clasp buttons and not normal ones.

In the end your lace covered breasts were exposed to him. You didn’t even had the time to blush, 'cause you started to ride his lap automatically following the script. He helped your movement with his hands on your hips.

-Love this dead girl walking!- you sang.

-Yeah!- you said together. -Yeah!- thrust -Yeah!- again.

-Ow!- he cried when you grazed on his neck with your teeth as you were planned to do, and then one last harsh thrust.

-Yeah!- you hit the highest note and the song ended. The audience cheered as the lights went down. You and him wnr behind the scenes while the crew collected the clothes and came back to the backstage, you didn’t dare to look at him as you both were getting dressed again with the help of the assistants.

-

The rest of the show went perfectly, even if you had a little bit of trouble looking in Sebastian’s eyes after that song. After the ’Seventeen’ reprise the show ended. You all came back on stage for the salute, and after that you went straight to the dressing room to change.

Scarlett was kind enought to let you borrow one of the two dresses she brought from home for the after party. You choose the first, which was mid-tigh, rose gold and sparkly, and had a collar to which the spaghetti straps were attached, leaving the back bare til the lower part. And abviously high heels. You fixed your make up and put on a quite deep shade of pink on the lips, then you were ready.

The girls continued to tease you about Sebastian. They haven’t seen the performance really well, but they did see the faces of you both when you came back to dress up. And that was enough. You shushed them while finishing to fix your now wig-free hair.

You arrived and many poeple made theri congratulations and compliments on your performance. Then you went outside to take a bit of air, your champagne in your hands.

-Hey. Nice play up there.-  you had learned to recognize that voice by now. You turned around. He was wearing a suit, the first few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned.

-You weren’t that bad yourself.- you smiled briefly. He inched closer and whispered to your ear.

-Y'know it was a miracle that I didn’t get hard on the last bit. Your pussy grinding against my cock like your life depended on it.- you blushed from head to toe. You felt fire on your cheeks and not only there, if you’d had to be honest.

-And I know you did enjoy that too. The little wet spot on my boxers is proof. Am I wrong, babygirl?- he asked, his voice like velvet. You were a bit taken aback, but finally decided to do something. Fuck it.

-No.- you answered. The courage, didn’t even know where that came from. All that you knew, was that in that exact moment his lips were on yours, his hands on your waist and yours on his chest, leaving the glass to fall to the ground.

Someone must’ve heard that, 'cause Chris went outside to check and found the two of you quite occupied. He smirked and closed the door, going to Anthony to retrieve those twenty dollars they bet on you two.

This was a bit of an experiment. I really like Broadway songs and this looked like fun to write, so I did it. Obviously the musical’s plot, characters and lyrics do NOT belong to me in this case. Hope you liked it ;)

[inuwritesstuff]

Performance of a Lifetime - Part one

Actor!AU 

 Kuroo x Reader

Reader is female 

MASTERLIST FOR THIS FIC

PART TWO 

WC: 1557 

You weren’t expecting to get the lead. But getting that phone call was literally the best news you have heard in ages. You were a lead in the adaptation of Heathers. Oh man you did all the research you can on this play without ruining parts for you. It was dark but you had only played minor parts in other plays so far and this would be your chance to shine on stage. You walked into the building, ready to go in shirt and sweats. You knew that it took time and practice and you would get thrown in head first. Cold read and then practice starting right away.

You didn’t need anything fancy for the cold read. “Hey you here for Heather’s rehearsal too?” A low voice asked behind you. You turned around as quick as you could and narrowed your eyes. Oh great him… Kuroo Tetsurou… God he was known for his role in Wicked and Phantom of the Opera and now he was doing Heathers? How much of a spotlight hog did he have to be? Maybe he was Kurt or Ram this time and she would have the honor of acting out the graveyard scene with him. 

“Why yes. I am here for Heathers.” you frowned, looking over him. He chuckled and placed a hand on your head and ruffled your hair. “You don’t look so happy to see me. Are you practicing your crappy looks for your JD?” he teased, crossing his arms now and looking at you smugly. JD? Him? Oh ew. You had to be in love with him? Of course… OF COURSE THE WORLD HATED YOU. “Well you would be JD of course.” you sassed back  as the door opened wide. “HEY HEY HEY! Kuroo! Y/N! You both made the cut too??” You looked past the tall asshole and smiled wide. It was a fellow background character, Bokuto Koutaro. Man he was so cute. 

“Hey Bokuto.” you flushed and tucked your hair behind your ear. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at your quick reaction to the newcomer and smirked. “Hey Koutaro. Whats up my man?” He asked, giving him a high five and pulling him into a hug. Your smile quickly faded. Oh of course Bokuto was on good terms with Kuroo. Of course. 

“You know. Just getting ready for my big debut! I’m finally not an unnamed character! I’m playing Ram Sweeny! Like dude! I have a name!!! I have a lead!” He cheered, pumping his fist into the air. “What about you two? What cha get? I only paid attention to my my name on the email. “ He looked so happy. Did he know what happen in the play? You hoped he did. Or this cold read would be an interesting one. “I’m Veronica Sawyer.” You piped up and locked your hands behind your back. “So main character finally.” “HELL YEAH Y/N!” He shouted, holding out his hands for a double high five. “ABOUT TIME! You have the best voice I ‘ve heard so it’s about your time to shine too!” He praised you making you blush again. “I’m Jason Dean.” Kuroo chuckled, wrapping an arm around you as you high fived Bokuto. You flinched at his touch. He wasn’t cold but it shocked you he even touched you. You jerked away from him and sighed. “Oh heck yeah man. You aiming for another award?” He teased, pushing Kuroo’s shoulder as he pushed you both toward the hallway to the theater. “We gotta hurry up or we will be late. Don't want our leads to be late now do we?” He laughed. God his laughter was infectious. “Y-yeah.” you stammered and laughed with him. Kuroo rolled his eyes at you and smirked. Was your thing for Bokuto that obvious to him? Damn… Not the first person you wanted to know about it. You got into the room and quickly started the cold read. It felt nice to have lines. A lot of lines. And solos. And duets with so many people. “Bokuto? Are you okay?” You asked as he paused heavily during the reading. “I’m an asshole. LIke i knew i was going to be but holy crap Blue is an awful song. I can’t believe we are doing this version… You’re Welcome would have been so much better ugh”  He smacked his forehead and the group of actors chuckled at his reaction. “Yeah but it’s okay. I know it’s just acting. You don’t have to worry about me changing my opinion of you.” You reassured him, placing a hand on his knee. “Besides just wait a little bit. I get my revenge.” You winked at him as you pull your hand away from him before he grabbed your hand and stared at you. “Please get your revenge on me.” He stated seriously making Kuroo chuckle loudly from the other side of you. “It’s more like I get revenge for my girlfriend.” The black haired male dragged out his words making Bokuto nod. “Right right. Kuroo then. Make sure Y/N is safe.” “Guys let’s focus! We gotta get through the cold read and start thinking about characters today.” The director motioned for them to get back to reading. She seemed serious about this. That was a good sign. After awhile, the cold read was finally  over and you were all sent out with jobs. To figure out backstories for your characters. Figure out who you were playing without depending on others performance. Who was Veronica to you? You thought, tapping the pencil on your chin. She was smart since she had applied for IVY league schools. She had dreams and ambitions but wasn’t above being dragged into peer pressure. 

You glanced from your paper and scanned the room. The person who stood out most to you wasn’t Bokuto for once. It was Kuroo. He seemed so deep in to paper. You walked up to him and sat next to him. Oh god he had a ton written about his character. 

“Oh hey Y/N” He blinked, pulling himself out of the trance he was in while writing. “Kuroo. I thought we should talk about how we interact? I wanna see what you have written about JD…” “Ah ah ah. Not yet. I’m not done.” He hid his paper from you and stuck out his tongue. “Go poke at Bokuto if you need ideas. He’s your boo afterall.” He teased softly, making sure no one heard him. You flushed and angrily scrunched up your face. “Bokuto is not my boo.”you hissed. “Look I want to make this very clear. We are never going to be friends. Not even a little bit. Just because Bokuto is both of our friends, doesn’t mean anything. Us being leads doesn’t mean anything. I don’t like you at all but I’m willing to work with you to make this happen.” “Then try harder. Everyone can tell you hate me. And you would rather Bokuto to be your romantic lead with you.” He huffed, leaning in his seat and sighing. “You wear your emotions on your sleeve you know.” You seethed with anger and stood up. “You know what. Yes. I do. Is that a problem?” “Nope. It’s perfect actually for your role.” He lazily picked up his pencil again and starting writing. 

This was frustrating you beyond belief. He was being nothing be nice to you and you had no good reason to hate on him now. Oh he was going to play this way? Fine two can play at this passive-ness “Look. Sorry. It’s just my first chance at a lead and I want it to go good.”  You sigh,running a hand through your hair. This was gonna be hard to try and get along with him at face value but you had to get along well enough on stage. You had to make your performance believable. You had to actually fall for this guy on stage- no matter how annoying you thought he was and how much he would taunt you about Bokuto. Kuroo looked back up at you for a moment before going back to his paper. “Then we should hang out. If you want this to be amazing you at least got to talk to me. We don’t have to be best friends but you should at least get along with me.” He shrugged as Bokuto ran up to you both. “Hey! Let’s go get dinner. Director is letting us go now. I haven’t seen either of you in ages and I want to catch up.” “Bokuto… I saw you last week at the party that Akaashi held.” You deadpanned, reminding him of the small party his roommate held for his graduation.

“Yeah but that felt like ages ago Y/N!!” he pulled you into a hug and grinned. “Come on. Let’s all get dinner tonight! 8 at Natsumi’s.” Kuroo shrugged at you before agreeing to his best friend’s demands and going back to his work. “Alright. I’ll head home and get ready for the restaurant. I’ll even call in for the three of us.” he grinned even wider, if that was possible. “Alright later you two! Go home and get ready. It’s gonna be our celebration for getting good parts. Not that there are any bad parts in a musical but it’s both me and Y/N’s big break! Worth celebrating right?”