#veronica sawyer x fem!reader

[lovelybishop]

can’t think straight || veronica sawyer x fem!reader

summary: you and veronica are cuddling when she says something funny

word count: 183

prompt(s): —

warnings: not proofread, originally posted on @prettysbliss

requested by anon.

“You wanna know something?” Veronica asks, as you play with her fingers.

It’s Saturday night, around 11pm, and the both of you are cuddling in her bed, your back against her chest and her arm holds you, having Hot Probz on as background noise.

“Hmm.” You hum tiredly, though, wanting to know, so you turn your head to look at her.

“I can’t think straight when i’m around you.” Veronica says, a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

“Well, I’d hope so.” You tease, as you lean in to kiss her lips. She giggles into the kiss and soon you both pull away, both giggling now.

“I love you.” Veronica says, pulling you closer and holding you tighter to her chest. She kisses the top of your head as your eyes close.

“I love you more.” You hold on to her arm, as you slowly drift to sleep, “‘M tired.”

“Go to sleep, baby. It’s okay.” She says, “I’m going to sleep too.”

“Okay,” You mumble, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, lovebug.” She says, closing her eyes.

You smile as you both slowly drift to sleep.

[xjulixred45x]

I HAVE LIKE 7 DIFFERENT PENDIENTS WORKS BUT I WAS LISTEN TO HEATHERS THE MUSICAL AND I THINK

Veronica! Suguru Geto x JD! Reader(without Toxic relationship obs)

OMG I HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN (eventually)

[tonixe]

"Only for you"

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

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

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

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He waved to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never knew," he whispered.

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

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

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

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Turn around," he demanded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rip-quizilla]

We Could Be Beautiful: Dead Girl Walking

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

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

Word count: 1.6K

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

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

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

🔹divider made by @k1ssyoursister 🔹

You took your role as Veronica’s understudy seriously. 

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

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

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

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

I need it hard

I’m a dead girl walking

I’m in your yard

I’m a dead girl walking 

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

Sorry, but I really had to wake you

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

Tonight I’m yours, 

I’m your dead girl walking

Get on all fours, 

Kiss this dead girl walking

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

And you know, you know, you know

It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful

You say you’re numb inside

But I can’t agree

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

So the world’s unfair

Keep it locked out there

In here it’s beautiful

Let’s make this beautiful

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

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

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

Full steam ahead, 

Take this dead girl walking

Let’s break the bed,

Rock this dead girl walking

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

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

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

No sleep tonight for you,

Better chug that Mountain Dew

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

Get your ass in gear,

Make this whole town disappear

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

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

Slap me,

Pull my hair,

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

Touch me 

There (left tit)

And there (right tit)

And there 

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

And no more talking

Love this dead girl walking

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

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

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

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

‘Yeah!’

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

‘Yeah!’

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

‘Yeah!’

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

‘Ow!’

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

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

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

[trash-gobby]

Ultimate Masterlist

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

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

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

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

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Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

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Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

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Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

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Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

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Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

Billy Loomis X Fem!Reader - Comforting her after losing someone close to her

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

🚲 Stranger Things 🚲

Wipe Out

Eddie Munson - Fluff Alphabet

🥩🪝 Texas Chainsaw Massacre 🪝🥩

Christmas dinner with the Sawyer's

🌌 The Thing 🌌

R.J. MacReady NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Assimilation - Palmer X GN!Reader

Palmer - Headcanons

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👽💅 Earth Girls Are Easy 💅👽

Mac - Fluffy Dating Headcanons

🦖 Jurassic Park 🦖

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

🌠 Star Wars: The Old Republic 🌠

Two Bounty Hunters Walk Into a Guild Meeting

Superhero

☔ Umbrella Academy ☔

Luther Hargreeves X Fem!Reader - NSFW & Dating Headcanons 🔞

Fantasy

✨ Legend ✨

Wicked Game 🔞

🌊 Legend of Korra 🌊

Korra Dating Kuvira's Sibling Headcanon's

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smoker

🎶 now playing: bad reputation - joan jett & the blackhearts

P: J.D. (Jason Dean) x Fem!Reader

S: The new kid on the block pulls a stunt in the cafeteria and makes a name for himself. You never thought he'd have you screaming that name later that day.

W: mentions of violence, guns, smoking, cursing, implied sexual themes, idk what else

N: A (kind of) rewrite from my first account that I deleted. Love his looks, hate his morals.

please interact if you enjoy!

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God, the cafeteria was disgusting.

It reeked of sweat from the jocks that were doing who knows what. The food was shit, majority of the time not even buying any of it and just bringing your own from home. The rows of cliques, table after table; societal ranks dividing everyone to their own spot, bitchy girls glaring at you just because your hair wasn't styled into whatever's in these days.

You bumped into someone by mistake, praying it wasn't anyone that had the power to smash your skull in half. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." You quickly apologized, planning to run off and avoid potential conflict. "No, it's okay. I wasn't watching where I was going." Veronica smiled, a wave of relief washing over you knowing that it was her.

You had her for a few classes, but was mostly a quiet observer. You've talked to her a few times about things mostly homework related (given the fact she was much smarter than you). Finding out she became a Heather was quite... surprising. Disappointing. She was too nice to join in their abusive antics.

You begin, "Um, hey, do you think–" There's a tap on your shoulder, and now you're face to face with Heather Chandler, sending you a passive-aggressive smile while shooing you away. You roll your eyes and comply, sitting down at one of the tables in the corner.

Not even bothering to check your paper bag, you stare at Veronica, who's seemingly being coerced into something she doesn't wanna do. You take a quick glance at Martha Dunnstock, her best friend, then back at Veronica to see the Heathers standing around her, laughing at Martha while Veronica's mouth simply hangs slightly open, but not saying a word.

"You seem distracted." Someone says. A dark cloaked boy stands at the end of the table. "Mind if I sit here?" He asks. "Go ahead." You say, moving over slightly and taking out your lunch to eat.

"What's so interesting over there?" He looks over in the same direction, head turning repeatedly trying to find what you were looking at. "The Heathers. Veronica. Just another one of their daily schemes." You answer, not making eye contact and eating right after. "That red one, over there," he points, "she seems like a real bitch." You snicker, nodding. "You aren't wrong." After a few seconds of staring, he turns to you.

"Jason Dean. J.D. for short." He introduces, his eyes lowering for a split second before going back to making eye conact with you.

Was he checking you out?

"Y/N." You simply say, going back to eating your lunch. After a few more seconds of awkward silence, you remember where you've seen him before. "You're in my visual arts." You add, facing him again. "All the other courses were taken. Would've gone for... woodworking or something." That was a see-through lie.

"You have no idea what you wanna be yet, do you?"

"Wow, she's observant."

"You don't seem like a woodworking guy. You're new here?" You ask, finishing your lunch and crumpling up the paper bag that came with it. "Mmm, yeah." He says. His food is untouched, only a bite taken out of his measly lunch. "Figured. I haven't seen you prior to today."

The Heathers (and Veronica) come out of the bathroom, staring at you and J.D., being the only ones at your table. Veronica slowly makes her way over, standing by you while her gaze switches between you and him.

"Greetings and salutations," J.D. speaks up first, looking at the three girls behind her standing by the bathroom door. "You a Heather?" Your other classmate scoffs. "No, I'm a Veronica. Sawyer." There was definitely some kind of tension in the air between these two. Sexual or conflicting? You couldn't tell, though you'd prefer one over the other.

You spaced out during their entire conversation, being brought back to earth when Chandler dragged Veronica away. "Come on, Veronica. They're probably going out or something."

Do they not know he just got here? You'd never go out with someone you just met.

Ram and Kurt are suddenly making their way over to your table, and you're more annoyed than afraid. They lean forward, Ram sticking his finger into J.D.'s barely touched food.

"You gonna eat this? Now what did your boyfriend say when you told him you're moving to Sherwood, Ohio?"

"Piss off, Ram." You retort, in utter disbelief that some men could be so immature.

"What'd you say? I think you should say it again, I couldn't quite hear ya'." Kurt grabs the collar of your shirt in a fist, pulling you in way too close to his face; you could smell his sweat from there.

"Leave the girl alone." J.D. says. "Or what? She your girlfriend?" Ram laughs mockingly, Kurt letting go of you to laugh along with him.

"I'll repeat myself."

J.D. then reaches into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a revolver and shooting both of them.

A fucking revolver.

In the middle of the fucking cafeteria.

Ram and Kurt are somehow left... mostly unharmed, running away from the two of you and towards the approaching cafeteria monitor. "What the fuck?! Why would you–" You look at his gun carefully, only to notice that it was a blank.

There were no actual bullets in there. It was all just a scare. "Dicks deserved it, didn't they?" He taps the cartridge twice with his other hand before twirling the gun on his finger, putting it back in his pocket.

Needless to say, he was called to the office.

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You and Veronica had a weird thing going on today with running into each other. You walked into Snappy Snack Shack just for a drink and she's at the counter grabbing a pack of BQ corn nuts from the rack. She looked awfully formal to be buying a movie snack.

Turns out, she was going to a party. Some big university party that Heather Chandler got her into. The loud, unneeded lengthy honk of Heather's car startled you as you watched Veronica walk away from the door and towards the fancy drive through the window.

The glass door suddenly opens and now you're minding your own business, acting like you weren't watching Veronica get abducted by the witch of the school to go to some shitty frat party.

"Super chug, huh?" A familiar voice says. It's J.D., who's standing beside you. "Slush, actually." You respond, moving past him to get a cup. "What did they do?" They, being the principal, head office. "I got suspended. What a surprise, am I right?" You hear him laugh under his breath. "No fucking shit, you pulled a gun on two kids."

"A blank gun."

"Same difference."

The pondering silence between the two of you only lasted so long.

"I ran into, uh, Veronica outside." So that's why Heather was honking her stupid horn so loud, because Veronica was too hooked on school shooter Jason Dean. "Did you sweet talk her?" You joke, filling up your plastic cup with slush. "She's a nice girl, but... there's better people out there for her."

"So... you don't like her?" He scoffs. "You guys had this weird tension going on in the caf when she came over, she was giving you the 'fuck me' eyes. At least I think she was."

"I never reciprocated her gaze." He replies. "But she's a Heather. Who knows what her 'friends' will do to me." His gaze is kept on you as you put a cap on your slushee cup. "God, you a creep or something?" You joke after noticing him staring. "Simply observing. I'm sure you know how to do that." He says sarcastically. "Smartass." You sneer, leaving J.D. behind emptyhanded.

J.D. follows you out the door after buying a bag of Twizzlers, taking something out of his inner chest pocket.

God forbid it was that gun again. Then again, why would he pull a gun on you?

It was just a lighter. He pulled out a cigarette from another inner pocket, flicking with failed sparks repeatedly until he got a full flame, lighting the cig that rested in between his lips. "You need a ride?" He offers. "You don't have any helmets." You point out.

"You don't trust me? I'm not that bad of a driver." He quips. "I'll take care of ya', don't worry." He reassures, sitting down first on his bike. You contemplate for a second, looking at the bike, then at J.D.'s awaiting expression. You sit down on the seat behind him, cup still in hand. "Hands here." He moves your hands to his hips, then noticing the cup himself. "Or... hands here."

He wraps your arms around his waist, your hands meeting in front of his stomach. Your face goes warm as the scent of him envelopes you; the scent of cigarette smoke and maybe even a little bit of alcohol. "Hold on tight."

He revs the engine, driving out of the lot of Snappy Snack Shack and back onto the road. After telling him your address, your cheek and body is flush to his back, like you're hugging a pillow and on the verge of falling asleep on it. Only this pillow smells reminiscent of a sketchy alleyway downtown. J.D.'s scent, although odd and mostly related to illegal activities, was somehow comforting.

The light goes red, J.D. hitting the breaks out of nowhere it caused a screech. "Ah, shit." He mutters. "What happened?" You ask, concerned. "Your slush got on me." He laughs. "Shit, I'm so sorry–" You almost drop the cup, making it worse, but manage to hold onto it. "Don't worry about it. We're almost at your place, anyways." He assures, looking both ways before turning left.

Your eyes are kept shut for the rest of the ride, the feeling of the wind brushing on and past your face. The motorbike slows down and eventually comes to a halt. "Wake up. We're here." He says, making you open your eyes. You reluctantly unwrap your arms, getting off the bike before getting out your keys.

The door unlocks as J.D. properly parks his motorbike. You look at him before offering, "Wanna come in?" His head perks up and he nods, following you inside. "I'm home!" You yell, dragging out the 'o'. But it's nothing but silence. J.D. pulls something off the side table parked next to the door.

"’Dear Y/N, me and your father have been called as replacements for a last minute business trip. There's some food in the fridge if you're hungry. We love you. Please stay safe’." He reads, handing you the slip of paper. He definitely glossed over an exclamation mark with a monotone voice like his.

"I should get you a new shirt. Just leave your jacket on the rack." He raises an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. "Bold, are we? Never thought you could be so forward." You roll your eyes. "You know what I meant. My room is the second door on the left." You say, heading up the stairs and leaving him behind.

Your dad has too many button ups that he wouldn't even notice if one of them went missing. Even with how much he packed, there was still much left in his closet to spare. You left the master bedroom and entered your own, seeing J.D. smoke another cigarette by your window seat. "On your second already?" He lets out a puff of smoke out your open window before turning to look at you. His eyes dart to the shirt in your hand, then back to your eyes. "What's that for?"

"A change." You say, holding out the button up you got for him. You take the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between your two fingers. He gets up and goes to the other side of the room while you stub out his cig on the ashtray at your desk.

"What a waste. You could've taken a puff or two." He says, taking off his soiled shirt which makes you look away immediately. "I don't smoke." The smoke from the stubbed out cigarette slowly grows. "Then why's there an ashtray in your room?" He quips, catching you in your lie.

Your eyes make their way to the glass of your window seat, meaning to stare out at the hedges, but rather they focus on the reflection of J.D. changing. He's still shirtless, undoing the buttons of your dad's folded shirt to put it on himself.

Shit, shit, shit, why were you staring at him? This is very unmodest and crude for you to be doing and why is your face warm?! This should not be making you as flustered as you are right now.

As much as you panicked, J.D.'s eyes met yours through the reflection once he did the last button of the shirt, your gaze snapping away in an instant. "Enjoyed the stripshow?" He jokes, walking over to the window and lighting a cigarette from the box he left there. You stand by him by the window.

"Your parents know about it?" He asks, referring to his cigarette as he looks out the window. "Not yet. I've almost been caught a few times." You say. He turns to you, handing you the cigarette, which you take and put between your own lips.

It never crossed your mind that this smoke was just in J.D.'s mouth. You simply took a hit and blew it out. "You looked... entranced, staring at me through the glass like that." He reminds, your head swiftly turning towards him with the cig on the verge of falling out of your mouth. "I'm sorry." You mutter.

"Pervert."

"Excuse me?"

"Staring at me shirtless, my bare body, at my most vulnerable state. Not an ounce of shame in ya', is there?" His gaze is locked on you, like he's staring past your eyes and into your soul. "I guess it's only fair. In the caf today." So he was checking you out. "What are you gonna do, then? Shoot me dead like Ram and Kurt but this time with a real gun?" You stub his cigarette on his shirt, him wincing in slight pain from the burn.

You've inched closer to him, faces too close for comfort that you didn't even know how you were keeping your composure. "Daddy's gonna find out about your smoking habits 'cause of this." He says, wiping the ash off the shirt. "And if he does?" You retort, the tip of your nose touching his. He doesn't say anything, but instead his lips meet yours in a sudden kiss, your eyes widening at first, then soon closing as you kiss back.

"Wait– wait, wait." You push him away for a quick second, standing up to close the window shut. He looked worried until your lips were back on his, soft moans tumbling out as it progressed. One of his hands pushed your head closer to his, deepening the kiss, while the other rested on your lower back, just above your ass.

The nicotine's really getting to you.

He pulls away to look at you, the hand on your head moving to cup your face. "You wanna see me again with this shirt off?" He smirks, and you answer almost embarrassingly quickly.

"Fuck, yes please."

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i don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation! livin’ in the past, it’s a new generation! 🎧

[sawyerconfort]

HEATHERS MASTERLIST

What If...

What If Veronica, JD and Heather McNamara Were a Trio...

Young! Dean Reader x JD x Veronica x Heather Mac

The One With The Little Sister 

One More Trip 

Slipping Through My Fingers 

Veronica Sawyer

Dating Veronica Sawyer Would Include

Confessions with the Heathers Would Include

Enchanted | Veronica Sawyer X Fem!Reader 

Jason “JD” Dean

Say Cheese | JD x Fem! Reader 

Jason + Veronica

If I Am What You Choose | Veronica Sawyer x JD x Fem!Reader 

Heather Chandler

The Other Side | Heather Chandler x Fem!Reader 

Introvert | Heather Chandler x Neutral!Reader

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[tjthekpoplover]

Masterlist Pt 1

Masterlist Pt2

Masterlist Pt3

Request

Julieta Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Pepa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Isabela Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Luisa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Nancy Downs

Mine…

Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Cheryl Blossom

Nothing Yet

Veronica Lodge

Cuddles

Betty Cooper

Nothing Yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing Yet

Eleven

Nothing Yet

Mad Max

Nothing Yet

Allison Reynolds

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Claire Standish

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Veronica Sawyer

Nothing Yet

Heather Duke

Nothing Yet

Alcina Dimitrescu

G!P Alcina

Favorite Pet

Sex With Alcina PT 1

Sex With Alcina PT 2

Taller S/O

FTM Smut

Donna Beneviento

Nothing Yet

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alpha Oneshot

Bela Dimitrescu

Is This Love?

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O

Spencer Hastings

Nothing Yet

Emily Fields

General Headcanon

Hanna Marin

Nothing Yet

Violet Harmon

Nothing Yet

Lana Winters

Nothing Yet

Mary Eunice

Nothing Yet

Misty Day

Nothing Yet

Cordelia Goode

Nothing Yet

Bette And Dot Tattler

Nothing Yet

Sally McKenna

Nothing Yet

Audrey Tindal

Nothing Yet

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Nothing Yet

Winter Anderson

Nothing Yet

Mallory

Nothing Yet

Wilhemina Venable

Nothing Yet

Montana Duke

Nothing Yet

Margaret Booth

Nothing Yet

Xavier Plympton

Nothing Yet

Lark

Nothing Yet

Ursula Khan

Nothing Yet

Calico

Nothing Yet

Hannah

Nothing Yet

Barbra

Nothing yet

Tsunade

Nothing Yet

Sasuke

Nothing Yet

Naruto

Nothing Yet

[ayoitspatricia]

hey!! i saw ur post abt being heather chandlers little sister and i was wondering if u could do something like that but for jd? also i love ur pfp <3 thanks for reading this btw lol

Hey! I am so sorry that it has taken ages for me to get back to you on this, I’m glad you like my pfp bestie. <3

Being JD’s younger sister would include :

Your brother definitely being protective of you

Him always defending you when your dad gets mad

But you look just like your mom so your dad is a little bit softer on you

JD and you having conversations about how much you both miss your mom

Getting tired of moving from place to place all the time (it’s very inconvenient)

Having a collection of stacked up slurpee cups in your room at every place you move to

You would definitely know how nuts your family can be

Hating the Heathers

As well as Kurt and Ram

They both tried to ask you out once but you have never said anything to JD because you know he would of literally shot them in the cafeteria

Even though they died anyway, they would’ve died sooner and in front of everyone

Meeting Veronica and automatically wanting to be her best friend

“JD! I forbid you to ask Ronnie out on a date!”

Even though he asked her anyway you actually do ship them a lot

Third wheeling literally every day

I can picture you having karate belts for some reason

Parties were never your thing

Preferring to sometimes stay at home and do arts or crafts etc

Not actually being involved in Heather’s death and finding out afterwards

“Hey sis, just to let you know we killed Heather Chandler.”

“Oh, cool.”

Veroncia watched this interaction and was like ‘what tf’

You’re a pretty chill person tbh

The whole situation is just jokes to you

You would own a gun but would only use it when you really have to

Nicknaming JD and Veronica ‘Bonnie and Clyde’

Definitely having your dumb moments though

For example the time you and Veronica were speaking in your room before they shot Kurt and Ram

“Yeah JD said that we are going to use ‘Ich lüge’ bullets so that they will still wake up or something.”

“ ‘That is a lie’ bullets? I’ve never heard of those before.”

And then you find out about both boys deaths

“By the way, we killed Kurt and Ram (Y/n). :)”

“Oh so that’s what the bullets meant, well good for you!”

Istg these conversations between you both have to stop

BUT JD ALWAYS SAYS IT IN THE KINDEST POSSIBLE WAY 😩✋

Not taking anything at Westerburg serious at all

Having little to do with the school as possible

Noticing how JD and Veronica’s relationship is a bit toxic but being convinced by them that everything is fine

Being the first person to hear about the whole bomb in school plan

Not really caring as long as you, JD and Veronica can just sneak away like baddies

Only properly getting involved when you realise JD is going to kill himself

The only reason he truly felt bad was because of how it affected you

Telling Ronnie to look after you after he dies

Since she is older than you after all

The only reason she felt bad was because of you

When he did die you were really upset and Veronica helped you get through it

Big sister figure Veronica at your service

Heather would try to haunt you both but you would just yell at thin air and tell her to get her fake plastic ass out

[scftiekaren]

You’re Crazy But I like That

Veronica Sawyer x fem!psycho!reader

Requested: no just writing for my bby veronica

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, Murder, Swearing the usual stuff in Heathers

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“We just KILLED them!” Veronica says, you put a hand over her mouth “Shh..I hear the cops” you snatch your hand away from her mouth “Did you just lick my hand?!” “Did you kill Kurt and make me kill Ram!” “Fair point” you both hear the cops voices get close “RUN!” you whisper shout to her “I hear footsteps!” One of the cops say. 

You both run to your car you get in the front and Veronica jumps in the back you pull out two magazines and toss one to her “What the hell” “Just act like you’re reading it!” you turn up your car radio “What do you see” “Just two girls reading magazines with music playing” “.....Are they hot” the cop walks away “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” Veronica screams throwing the magazine at you “YOU KILLED KURT” you turn down the music “And you killed Ram so, it sounds like You’re Crazy But I Like That” “I am NOT crazy” 

“What are you talking about, you killed Ram and you helped me kill Chandler” “When we were making a drink for chandler I-I just thought we were going to make her barf or something a-and Ram I thought the bullets were going to knock him out like you said” you look at her with a grin “You do know what Ich Luge means right?” “Yeah when the bullets are SUPPOSED to tranquilize people” you chuckle “not quite ronica it means I Lie in German” “YOU ASSHOLE Y-YOU LIED TO ME TWICE” she keeps hitting you crying “it’s okay” you say hugging her close “Our Love Is God”

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sorry its kinda short, I love you guys:)

[writing-fanics]

J.D. x Fem!Reader

Warning: language, heavy make-out, kinda slight lemon, J.D. being J.D., bullying, new girl cliche. J.D. being out of character. Heather being a bitch, and Heather might be Out of Character, also it’s kinda long fanfic.

Summary: the reader just moved into town and has been enrolled in Westburg High School. And gets a first hand experience.

“Calm down y/n it’s just a new school nothing more,” I said, to myself looking at the school at its glory it was big.

I sighed as I stepped foot onto the schools ground and began to walk up to the school, I looked around seeing different students. I felt out of place, as I walked through the hallways, I felt even more out of place people talking to their friends me having no one to talk to.

I walked towards my locker i got to see last week, when I got a tour of the school. I walked towards my locker and opened, and got my books for my first period. When I closed it, next to my locker was a boy staring at me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, “hey babe” he said, and I growled, and rolled my eyes not making eye contact or talking to him.

“Hey, come on new girl” he said, and I turned around. “If you think this is a way of trying to get in my pants, your absolutely doing it the wrong way. And to top it off” I said, looking at it from up and down. “Your not even cute, I’ve seen cuter men” I said, as I turned away walked towards my first class.

I placed my books on my desk and sighed, to be honest I wasn’t looking forward to lunch the most.

Time Skip: Lunch

I looked around the lunch room, students chattering the day away while I was trying to find a seat.

I bit my lip looking everywhere for one but deciding to sit on the floor, still to nervous to talk to someone and get laughed at on the first day.

Or someone saying “this seats takin” when it’s really not and the person just being an ass. I ate my lunch which of course was the normal school lunch.

I was excited to get this school day over, just so I can get home and pick up my little brother.

When I stood up to throw away the rest of my food, I looked over to see someone staring at me I don’t know why I wasn’t creeped out but I looked to the side slightly cause he was kinda cute.

Then someone came I front of me, “hey I haven’t seen you before are you new here?” I looked up to see a blonde haired girl, I opened my mouth, “yes I am, I just moved here from (wherever)” I said, and I smiled.

“My name is y/n l/n” I said, and she looked at me. But me having dealt with a lot of bullies I knew she was one of them.

“Well my name is Heather Chandler and it’s nice to meet you y/n” she said, and I smiled.

Time Skip: School Ending

I walked outside of school to see my little brother waiting there for me, I smiled, and ran towards him.

“How was your first day of elementary, Alex?” I asked, and he smiled. “It was fun I made a friend and her name is Sarah” he said, and I looked down at him.

“Well that sounds cool, guess what your older sister made no friends” i said, and he looked up at me. “Well I’ll be your friend” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bent down and hugged him, “thanks Alex” I said, as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey, can we go to 7/11 and get slushies?”he asked, and I gave him a smug look.

“I don’t know what would mom and dad say?” I asked, and he looked down sadly as he kicked a rock.

“No, cause you don’t need all that sugar” he said, and I looked down at him and smiled.

“That’s why we won’t tell them” I said, and he smiled. “You are the best sister ever!” He said, and I smiled.

Time Skip

When we arrived I got him a small slushie while I got a medium, he also got a packet of candy.

“I’ll keep the candy in my room so mom and dad won’t get upset” I said, and he looked up at me and nodded.

He began to walk home with slushie in hand, when I saw the same boy from the school who was looking at me drive by on his motorcycle.

“Oh, cool he has a motorcycle” Alex said as he looked at it. “Remember when dad had one y/n?” Alex asked, and I nodded.

“Yep I remember but he stopped riding it after the accident with me” I said, rembering that I had broken both my legs and arms and fractured a rib.

I shook my head, that was 10 years ago and now I’m 17. So it happend a decade ago when my brother was seven years old.

Time Skip: I was doing my homework

As I did my homework I heard knock on my window, I walked over to it too see the guy who was looking at me in the lunch room.

I opened it, “Okay, I’m gonna say this now it’s kinda creepy that you followed a seventeen year. Old girl. And a ten year old home” I said, and he smiled.

“The names J.D.” he said, and I smiled.

“The names Y/n, nice to meet you J.D.” I said, and he looked at me, “so are you going to invite me in” he asked, and moved out of the way not seeing the danger in him.

He looked around the room, “nice room you got here” he said, and I smiled.

“Thanks still gotta lot of unpacking to do” I added, then I heard a knock at my door.

I walked over and cautiously opened it and saw my little brother, “ah can I have a piece of candy please” I nodded and walked over forgetting to close the door.

My brother ran in and saw J.D., “your the guy with that cool motorcycle” Alex said, looking at J.D. in awe.

“Okay Alex it’s time to go, here’s your candy” I said, while giving him a piece and pushing him out.

“But I wanna see his motorcycle” he said, and I sighed, “maybe next time Alex Okay” I said, and he looked at me and sighed.

I closed the door, and looked back at J.D., “sorry about that, he really likes motorcycle” I said, he looked over at me.

He began to light a cigarette, and began to smoke. I sat on my bed, he followed me and sat on it s well.

“So why are you here?” I asked, as I began to play with my fingers. “I wanted to get to know the new girl in school” he said, and I looked over at him and scoffed.

“Y/n! Dinner!” My mother shouted, I sighed. “Sorry I have to cut this short, come back tomorrow night and tell you more things about me” I said to him, he looked over at me.

“Tomorrow night it is darlin’” he said, and blushed and smiled.

I then watched as he climbed down the window, ‘what have I gotten myself into’ i thought to myself.

Five Weeks later

Here I was in my bed making-out with J.D. my clothes almost completely off my little brother downstairs watching tv, parents on a business trip. And I almost practically had the entire house to myself.

An hour and a half later

There I was my head laying on J.D.’s chest with his arms wrapped around me, “J.D. you made me feel welcomed at this hell hole of a school” I said, as I began to fall asleep in his embrace.

A/n: sorry it sucks and it ends on a really weird note wanted to get it out there.

[imkat-andthatsthat]

CAN SOMEONE WRITE ME A DRUNK FEM READER x VERONICA SAWYER FIC I NEED ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE ME ONE AND TAG ME IN IT

[tonixe]

Hello!! Could i request a Heather duke x Fem reader smut! You can really write it in any style you’d like, thank you

"Our dirty little secret"

n.o.t.e.s - Heather Duke is lowkey an underrated character I don't be seeing people writing about her.

w.a.r.n - smut, fingering, scissoring, cunnilingus.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Heather duke x fem!reader

w.c - 1.1k

You were surprisingly invited to Veronica Sawyer's house, you knocked on the door of her house, waiting outside, dusting off your skirt, while you waited someone to open the door for you.

You were met by her mom, as she welcome you into the house to the backyard where they were playing croquet with there mallets matching the colors of their outfits. Stepping onto the grass, getting veronica's attention, waving at you.

Veronica place her mallet onto the side and sped walked up towards you, "It was good for you to make it, Y/N" she said, before pointing to where the heather were playing.

"It was no problem" you said, giving her a smile before walking towards where the Heathers were playing croquet.

Obviously there was Heather Chandler, Heather Mcnamara and Heather Duke, that you shared some classes with, and doing a project with her.

You strolled into her backyard getting the attention of the Heathers, especially Heather Duke, she started staring at you when you got here.

Before Veronica introduced you to them, Heather Chandler was already dismissive of you, just viewing you as a low class, Heather Mcnamara just secretly waved to you, as Duke said nothing to you.

"Wanna play a game of croquet, I got your color, f/c" she offers you a f/c mallet, "Come on, it gonna be fun" she said, before you grabbed it "Your on, Veronica" you said, smiling at her.

A few turns and plays passed, you hit Heather Chandler's ball through the hoop, making her groaned in annoyance, as you just smiled at her. You manage to caught Heather Duke, staring at you catching her in the act, before she looked away. her cheeks before flushed.

"Where's your bathroom, Veronica?"you heard Heather Duke ask Veronica, "To the left of the living room!" she shouted before she hit her ball through the hoop.

"Nice" you said, before Heather Mcnamara went, her mallet and ball matching her yellow aesthetic.

A few minutes passed, "Jeez, where duke?" Heather Mcnamara said, leaning on her mallet, asking out loud. "Maybe taking a shit or something" Heather Chandler said, before hitting her ball with the mallet.

"She's taking a long time, I'm going to check up on her" you said, before laying your mallet down, "Alright" Veronica said, before you went inside the house.

Walking down the hallways to the guest bathroom, Duke was in before you knocked on the door. "You okay in there" you said out.

Seconds passed before she respond, "Yea" it sounded like she was unsure, "You sure" you said, "I'm positive" she said.

Her voice seemed unclear, hearing muffed moans coming from the bathroom, "Duke, let me in" you knocked, you heard some more things before she opened the door.

Entering the bathroom, blocking her way. Closing the door behind you, "What were you doing?" you said, crossing your arms together, "Nothing" she dismissed, "Are you sure, it seemed like more than that" you pushing her towards the counter, whispering in her ear.

Your bodies were pressed up together, purposely grinding on her, gently picking up her face. Flushed with red on her face, her red lipstick was ruined too.

She was too embarrassed to answered you, leaning your body weight to hers, "I saw you looking at me, Duke!" pointing at her.

"What do you mean" she cocked her head, "You were starting at me, ever since I came into the backyard" you teased, grabbing her legs and pushing her, forcing her to sit on the bathroom counter.Your fingers lightly dancing on her upper thigh.

She pressed her legs together automatically. "It was obvious" you whispered into her ear, before gently grabbing her face, pulling her into a kiss.

Her fingers in your hair, as you pulled out from the kiss, your fingers playing her lips. "Your cute when your shy" you teased.

"Shut up" she barked, looking away from you, before she had time to react you ripped her legs apart, pushing her down on the counter, her head hitting the wall, "Ow" she whispered,

"Oh stop being such a baby" you snapped, opening her legs apart.

Hearing her audible grasp, "May I?" you whispered, leaning into ear, just for her to look away from you. Teasingly taking off her green panties, "Don't tease me, L/N" she mutter under her breathe, you just nodded and smile. Shoving a finger inside of her, hearing her moan.

Thrusting your finger in and out of her, slicking covering your fingers. "Holy shit" she moaned out, her back arching.

"You like it don't you" you smiled at her, putting more fingers into her, her groans being heard, plunging your finger deep inside of her core. She covered her mouth, suppressing her loud moans.

You wanted to tease her more, before you pulled out of her. Your fingers covered in her juices and slick.

"Look, what you did, Duke" you barked, she just looked at your finger, still in her high.

"Lick it" you order, forcing your fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around your fingers, before you took them out.

"Good girl" you grinned at her, fully removing her panties.

Making eye-contact, while getting between legs, putting your legs on her shoulders, your head between he legs before you started ravaging her, lapping at your cunt, as she moans loudly, her legs wrapping around your head.

Her hands getting lost in your hair, licking at her cunt, playful diving on her clit, her back arching. "F-fuck" she sputtered out, her chest heaving in and out.

Your tongue going further into her, making her groan. Looking up at her, making eye contact. Her appearance disheveled, her hair a mess, same thing with her makeup.

She looked like a work of art, thank to you.

You gave her a smile, before going down on again. Her legs squeezing your head. You arms grabbing them and spread them out.

"Y/N, I feel it coming" her moans becoming more violent after the others, "Cum on my tongue, Duke" you order, before lapping at her cunt.

Before feeling her liquids coming on your face, before licking them up. Coming up from underneath her, "Damn, Duke you got it all over my face" you said, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Her form still tired, laying on the wall. Her face still bright red.

You just gave her smirk, before reaching for a tongue and wiping yourself of her juices, before opening the door.

"Make sure to make it quick, Duke. There waiting on you" you winked at her, before leaving to go back to the game of croquet.

Veronica spotted you, and the Heathers. "What took you so long, Y/N" Veronica asked, leaning on her mallet.

"I was just trying to help Heather out" you shrugged, "What is she doing in there" Heather Mcnamara spoke out, questioning you.

"Taking a massive shit" you dismissed her question, "Now, let play another round of croquet, hey?" you said before giving them a devious smile.

[softie-rain]

Hi 👋🏾 it's me again lmao so this is my request I was hoping if you could do a JD x black female reader one and like they were together and he cheated on her with Veronica [bad JD🥲] and can you include these numbers from the angst prompt 3,5,6,8 and 10 sorry if this is a lot I hope you can do my request and I hope you have a great day 😊 💜

Only love can hurt like this

pairings: jason dean x black!fem!reader

warnings: mention of racism, cheating and strong language

summary: you knew something was off with jd... you just would never thought it was for that.

a/n: i really hope i did it good and since it was my first time writing with black reader, please tell me if i have wrote anything that can be considered offensive or that you don't like, and i'll make sure to fix it.

also you didn't specify the ending so i hope it's ok how i choose it 😭

is this out of character? probably. do i care? no.

prompt used:

3) "You're a mess." "I'm not a mess." "I can tell you've been crying."

5)"You're here." "I'm here. Just like I promised."

6)"You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It's shouldn't be so hard to let you go."

8)"Every time I see you I just feel more alone."

10)"I can never do anything right, can I ?!"

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You always compared loving JD to a ride on a rollercoaster. 

You loved him, you really did. But he was a very… difficult person to love. But you didn't blame him. He had a tough life since the day he was born (according to you at least), damned to live with his father. 

In a way, your mother has always told you the same thing about yourself -for different reasons- on those days when you'd come back home crying because of insults from older kids, that you couldn't understand yet.

But JD didn't care. He never did. He loved you, "more than anything or anyone I've ever loved." And that was enough for you.

But it wasn't for him apparently. 

A whole week had passed since you found out he had cheated on you with no one else but Mrs. Veronica Sawyer herself. 

You had nothing against her, hell you still didn't. You thought she was a nice girl -she had pulled that prank on Martha, but she was definitely nicer than the other Heathers- and you couldn't bring yourself to blame her. 

For some reason, it was all JD's fault. And technically it was.

"I knew it wasn't going to last long." Chandler's voice was meaner than usual the morning you found out. And to be meaner than usual, it meant a lot since it was her.

You turned to look at her confused. "What?" Heather let a short laugh escape her mouth, smirking. "You and Jesse James. I mean, I knew it was gonna end soon because it's you, and it's obvious he was going to look for someone better, so really, you can be that surprised."

You kept staring at her. It wasn't the first time Heather Chandler picked up on you for your and JD relationship. She despised him, but if there was someone he despised more than him, that was you.

Besides, you weren't surprised. Just completely oblivious to what she was talking about. "Heather, me and JD are still dating." Duke started giggling, but was immediately interrupted by Heather's deathly stare. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." She added, turning back to you again.

"Not for long, at least." And with that, the three of them left, leaving you standing confused in the school hallways. 

You didn't think much about it, thinking she had been messing with you. Still, on the way home, you heard your name being called. "Y/n?" Veronica called you from behind.

"Hey Veronica. Need something?" She was acting weird. She was nervous, fidgeting with her fingers, not meeting your eyes. "I'm- I'm sorry, I really am. We weren't thinking, and I just- I was pissed, and he didn't say no I'm- It's all my fault, I'm so sorry." She mumbled. 

You raised an eyebrow. "Veronica, what are you talking about?" She almost looked like she was about to cry. 

"Uhm, me and JD, we, we had sex." Oh. "Oh." 

Veronica nodded, not knowing what to do. "I had a small fight with Heather, and I don't know why I went to JD. He comforted me, one thing led to the other and we ended up naked in his bed. I'm so sorry y/n I really am, I should have never done that, I know." You could tell she felt miserable about it. 

You didn't know what to say, so you just told her not to worry and that you were glad she told you. And then just left, running home and closing yourself in your room. 

Where you obviously started crying. Why? I mean, you knew why. But why? 

He told you so many times he loved you, that he would have denied himself even to Aphrodite herself. 

Guess Veronica Sawyer didn't count though. 

You lied in bed, exhausted. You loved JD, worshipped him almost. And you knew for sure that he worshipped you -not sure anymore. 

You got up and went to look at yourself in the mirror. Crying didn't suit you for sure, you were pretty much a mess. 

You went back to bed when you heard your window opening. No. You thought. Not now. "Hey." He said softly, making his way into your room and laying in bed next to you, cuddling you. "Weren't we supposed to meet at Snappy Snack Shack after school?" Right.

"I forgot. Sorry." Couldn't he just leave you alone in your sadness and loneliness?

"You're a mess." You heard him say suddenly. 

"I'm not a mess." You answered, denying your previous thought. "I can tell you've been crying." He mumbled in your hair, kissing your hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You shook your head. "Nothing." 

"You're a terrible liar, darling."

"Yeah well, it seems you are a great one" You didn't mean to say that. But you did. 

"Hm?" He murmured confused. "What are you talking about?" You turned to face him. It was now or never. 

"Veronica stopped to talk to me after school." You began, and you could see his eyes widened. "She told me everything. But I'd like to hear it from you too." 

Lie. You didn't want to. You knew it was going to hurt like hell, hearing him say those words. But you asked him anyway, because a part of you didn't want to believe it. 

He hid his face in his hands, avoiding your look. "I'm sorry y/n I'm- I'm sorry." 

"Sorry for what JD?" 

He looked at you. "Please don't make me say it."

Slowly, the sadness was starting to be replaced by anger. An anger you believed you had all the right to feel. 

"So you can do it but you can't say it?" You asked him. He took your hand to kiss it, leaning in to move the kisses all up your arm. "Please. I'm sorry." He said in between each kiss. 

You took away your arm from his lips. "Say it, Jason." 

He closed his eyes, and looked down once again. "I'm sorry I cheated on you." He whispered. You held back the tears that wanted to fall down once again. "Get out." 

You said simply. He looked at you but didn't move. "I said. Get out." He shook his head. "No." 

"JD." You said, trying to stay calm. "Get the fuck out. I don't wanna do this now."

He laughed. "You don't wanna do this now? Then when, y/n? When? You and I both know you'll never want to talk about this, so we may as well do this now."

You got up and went to the window he came in by. "I don't care. You screwed up badly, and I don't want to talk about it now." 

He laughed again. "Screwed up badly? Because I fucked Veronica Sawyer once?" 

And there, you just lost it. 

"Yes JD, because you fucked her! I don't care if it was one time, or two, or whether you want, you had sex with her, you cheated on me, and that won't change!" 

"It was a mistake, I made a mistake, that's true, but you can't just give up on us for this!"

"I sure as hell can! And I'm not giving up on you, I just need time!" 

He was now standing too, taking deep breaths. You were starting to get slightly scared. You knew how he could get when he lost control over his anger, but he never took it out on you. 

You were always the one to calm him down. 

"I can never do anything right, can I ?!" He yelled. "And what is that supposed to mean?" 

He runs a hand through his hair, getting closer to you. "This is just the perfect excuse to leave me, isn't it? God, I knew you were going to soon or later. This was just the last straw of patience you had left for me uh? You can't stand me anymore, just say it."

You reached him so that you were now standing a few inches from each other. You could feel his heavy breath on your face. 

"Listen." You said. "It's not like that." You put your hand on his chest, almost to stop him from saying anything else. "I love you Jason Dean. And I have all the patience of the world -as you say it- with you. And this is not an excuse to leave you."

You gently pushed him away. "So please try to understand that between you and me, right now, I'm the victim more than you are." Was he even the victim at all?

He didn't say anything. Just looked at you, tears evident in his eyes, and left from the window. He stopped in your backyard and looked up, but you were already back on your bed, hugging your knees. 

And so there you were, one week later, at your locker. When you opened it, a note fell from it. Another one.

You didn't bother opening it, knowing who it was from and what it said. Some heartbreaking apology probably, by Jason. You refused to talk to him the last few days, even if he tried. So he just kept leaving notes in your locker hoping you'd open them. 

You didn't. 

Once your last period was over you, as usual, walked home. Actually, usually JD took you home with his bike. You hated that you missed him, because oh, you did.

But you hated him for it. And you hated yourself. And the stupid feeling of sadness that wasn't leaving you, ever. 

It wasn't just that you missed him. You missed the way he made you feel. Loved, special, like you belonged to each other. And for a while, you believed the bullshit he told you.

Who knows, maybe he actually believed him too. But his actions spoke very differently from his words. Yet you would have lied to yourself if you said you didn't think about forgiving him. 

Having him back, being back in his arms. All you always wanted and craved, back to you. And as summoned, you heard his voice calling for you. He was on his bike, riding slowly so that he could keep up with you. 

"Y/n? Can we talk please?" You didn't answer and just kept walking. "Darling c'mon. I just want to talk. Nothing more." He insisted. You stopped in track and so did he, jumping off his bike and going to you. "Meet me at that small park behind my house, ok? In, uh, three hours. Hm?" 

You took your time to give him an answer. He was right, in some way. You had to talk about it, soon or later. And besides, the worst that could happen is that you'll be back as things already were: you ignoring him and him desperately trying to get you back.

You nodded. "Promise me. Please." He was begging, again. It was something he did a lot lately.

"I promise I'll be there." You said. More like your lips moved before you could stop them, but you did anyway. "Thank you." He said, betraying a smile he was trying to hold. 

Three hours later you were looking for him at said park, already regretting your choice. He was sitting on a bench, waiting for you.

"You're here." He said once he saw you. "I'm here. Just like I promised." You replied, less cold than you intended. 

 He moved so you could sit with him. "Look. I know I fucked up. I had no right in saying those things I told you that day, and I understand if you're mad at me. I mean, of course you are. 

"I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe a part of me like Veronica- But not more than I love you. I thought that I could have done it without you. Damn pride, I really thought I could.

"But I can't. I was alone before, you brought a light in my life, and now every time I see you I just feel more alone." 

He took your hands in his, he wasn't even trying to hide his tears anymore. "I love you, y/n. And I understand if you don't want to forgive me, but at least consider it?" 

You bit your lip nervously. Was he lying? No. JD may have been a good liar, but he never cried. He was telling the truth. 

Your mind wanted to explode. You didn't know what to do. If you forgave him, you could come back on being the couple you were before. Weird for sure. But happy, as you've never been. Still, you'd have the constant doubt if he would cheat on you again. 

On the other hand, if you didn't forgive him, he would go back to being alone, as he stated, and you'd come back to not feeling loved. But at least you knew you couldn't get more heart-broken. 

You gently rubbed your finger on his hand, and he immediately looked up at you. You kept staring at your intertwined hands. 

"You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't be so hard to let you go." 

You said. You slowly raised your head meeting his eyes, a hint of hope in them. 

"But you have to understand that what you did really hurt me, JD. More than you think."

He nodded, kissing your cheek. "I know. I know it did." 

You caressed his cheek. "I can't forgive you JD." You told him simply, and you could see the light in his eyes slowly fading out.

Still, he nodded again, accepting your answer. "Ok, I understand. I respect your decision and-" He choked on his words, keeping a sob from coming out. "-and I just wish you the best darling."

You chuckled. "You didn't let me finish, dumbass." He raised an eyebrow confused. "I can't forgive you. But we can try again, and we can learn to trust each other again." You explained to him.

He smiled at you. Without even giving you the time of reacting he kissed your lips, hugging tight and close to him. You could feel his tears wetting your own cheeks and lips, but you didn't care. You were finally back in his arms. 

"Thank you." He breathed out, leaning his forehead on yours. "Thank you. I promise I'll do everything to gain your trust back." He whispered. 

You smiled and gave him another quick kiss. "Yeah that's the least." You mumbled. In response he just chuckled, and shut you with another kiss.  

requested by @njcrazy19 :)

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All I want

A Veronica Sawyer x fem!reader (fluff) part 1

(Btw this is my first post so don’t hate )

It’s a regular school day and you’re sitting in the lunch room eating your food , you see the Heathers and Veronica Sawyer walking around as usual, as today is what Heather Chandler called “lunch time polls” . As you watch them walk to their table , you catch yourself staring at Veronica , again , this is like the 50th time , you usually avoid looking at the Heathers but for some reason , when it comes to Veronica you can’t seem to avoid them at all. Of course the Heathers have never noticed you (exept McNamara because you are in history class together) but you never minded because you didn’t want to be stuck talking to Heather Chandler and deal with her crap.

As Heather Chandler and Veronica made their away around the cafeteria asking students Heather’s question, they ended up at your table that the country club kids sit at , you try not to look at Veronica in worry that she’d catch you staring at her , but you end up lookin at her anyway, and feeling you look looks back at you and isn’t disgusted , she actually seems mesmerized by you but looks away and you stay looking at her as a force of habit , and hoping you didn’t make her uncomfortable. As her and Heather walk away she looks back at you , and you guys end up staring at eachother (this is a bit like the movie when Ronnie and J.D stare at each other ) , and Heather McNamara catches this and starts to ask Veronica questions.

“ God Veronica drool much? Are you gay or something? “

“Oh- I- um- , I don’t know actually “ Veronica responded, “I’ve never seen her before and wow , she’s beautiful and seems like a great person “

“Her name is y/n l/n , she’s in my history class, she’s nice but be shy and quiet “ McNamara tells Veronica

“She does have some fashion sense, she could possibly be one of us , would take work but you know “ Chandler says “and Veronica since you have taken such a liking to her , YOU will be the one to invite her “

“Oh- okay “ , she makes her way back over to your table , you wonder what she’s doing only to find her right by you , your heart starts pounding and beating fast , what was this feeling? Did you like like Veronica Sawyer?

“Uh Hi- you’re y/n right ?” She asks fondly but nervously

“Um yeah - t-that’s me , hi” you felt so strange and trying not to sound stupid talking to her

“Well I’m Veronica, and me and my friends were wondering if you’d like to hang out with us , and maybe join us “ she says . You didn’t want to , but it was the perfect chance to get to hang out with Veronica, so you told her yes. “Okay then, well come with me , uh- we usually discuss what to do after school at this time “ so you nodded and walked with her to the Heathers’ table , while you guys were walking you felt Veronica getting a bit closer to you until your arms were touching, this gave you butterflies, your heart started to race , and you felt like exploding, and that’s when you realized , you definitely do like like Veronica Sawyer.