#veronica sawyer x fem reader

[misaerabl]

Dead Girl Walking

(You do not need to watch Heathers to read this!) Ellie as JD and Reader as Veronica

Minors and Men DNI / Word Count: 9.4k words

SUMMARY: You just made the biggest mistake of your high school life: crossing the most popular girl in school. She was supposed to be your friend, but even you couldn’t ignore her ruthless, queen-bee ways. The fallout is inevitable—she’ll not only banish you from the social circle but will likely make your life an endless nightmare. Or worse, she might make you regret you ever dared to challenge her. Knowing that your time in this school, and maybe your life, is running on borrowed hours, you decide to do the unthinkable: live like you’ve got nothing left to lose. You’ve got 30 hours to squeeze every moment out of life before the storm hits, and there’s only one person you can imagine going to—Ellie. Something about her defiance, the way she breaks the rules but still outsmarts everyone, draws you in. If this is your last day, you’re going to spend it doing what you want, consequences be damned.

WARNINGS: the characters are fucking insane, fingering, use of those strap-ons where it's double-edged, referring to strap-on as cock and dick, slapping, aggressive sex, mentions of self-harm and suicide, murder, toxic characters!

A/N: you don’t really need to watch Heathers for these to make sense, but it does take place in the Heathers universe so it does help if you've watched/know heathers! Also to all the Heathers fans, this isn’t like on the dot completely the same as Heathers, of course. 

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The thump of the bass pulsed through Heather’s car as she sped down the dimly lit road. The night felt electric, charged with the promise of the unexpected. You leaned against the window, the cool air biting at your skin as Heather drummed her fingers to the beat, impatient as always.

A sharp turn of the wheel, and the car slid smoothly into a 7/11 parking spot. Heather didn’t look at you as she pushed a crisp hundred-dollar bill into your hand.

“Don’t take forever,” she said, her tone laced with irritation. “And get the sour cream and onion chips.”

You slipped out of the car, the chill of the night settling around you as you made your way into the brightly lit store. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in an artificial glow. As you grabbed the chips, your gaze drifted toward the register—and that’s when you saw her.

Ellie was there, leaning casually with a cherry-red Slurpee in hand, her eyes glancing lazily around the store. She was a walking contradiction—messy auburn hair in a half-up, half-down style, clothes that screamed rebellion, yet a calm confidence that belonged to someone who could take on the world. When her eyes met yours, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“Hey, Miss Ivy League,” she drawled, her voice a slow, teasing melody.

You felt a grin tug at your lips, despite yourself. “Ellie.” The way her name rolled off your tongue felt familiar and electric, like a spark you hadn’t known you’d been carrying.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

She took a slow sip of her Slurpee, the straw making a low, gurgling sound before she replied. “What, you think I only haunt alleyways and dive bars?” She quirked an eyebrow, the playfulness in her tone offset by something deeper. “Nah, 7/11s are where it’s at.”

You tilted your head, leaning into the banter. “Yeah? What’s so special about neon lights and convenience store hot dogs?”

Ellie chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Consistency. You know, no matter how messed up life gets, there’s always a 7/11 open at 2 a.m. A place that doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t judge.” She lifted her cup, swirling the ice around. “A brain-freeze that reminds you you're still alive, even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.”

The way she said it, with a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, made the moment heavy. For a second, it felt like she was letting you peek behind the armor, at the girl who needed the chaos to feel normal.

Before you could reply, Heather’s shout cut through the air. “Hey! I said move it!”

Ellie’s eyes flicked to Heather, and her smirk returned, more mischievous this time. She took another sip, then set the Slurpee down with an exaggerated flourish.

“Remember, Ivy League,” she said, her voice softening, “when the world tries to break you, sometimes you’ve gotta freeze your brain, just to feel something.” Her gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer, her expression almost wistful. “Build walls, but don’t let them lock you in.”

She pushed off the counter, slipping out into the night with the ease of someone who didn’t quite belong anywhere—and liked it that way. The glass door swung shut, leaving you standing there, chips in hand, with her words echoing in your head like the last note of a song.

As you made your way back to Heather’s car, the cold night felt sharper, the air humming with a feeling you couldn’t quite place.

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The party at Heather Chandler’s house is blindingly vibrant, neon lights casting deep shadows across the crowded living room. The air buzzes with music and gossip, a mix potent enough to make you feel on edge. You stick to the periphery, watching as Heather Chandler moves through her domain like a queen inspecting her court. Every smile she flashes is calculated, every tilt of her head a silent command.

Then you notice her—Emily Tran, a girl from your AP History class. She’s standing near the snack table, looking uncomfortable, eyes darting around like she doesn’t belong. You remember how she once lent you her notes when you were out sick for a week, her quiet kindness making a rough time a little easier.

Heather Chandler sweeps over, her entourage in tow, McNamara and Duke smirking behind her. Heather’s voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and loud. “Oh, look who decided to show her face here. Did you get lost on your way to the library?” she sneers, the words dripping with mockery. The girls around her laugh, the sound cruel and high-pitched.

Emily’s face flushes, eyes dropping to the floor as she tries to shrink into herself. Something inside you snaps. The sickly sweetness of Chandler’s dominance, her candy-coated cruelty—it’s too much. You step forward, voice clear. “Back off, Chandler,” you say, loud enough for those around to hear. The conversations falter, whispers bubbling up in their place.

Heather Chandler’s eyes snap to yours, narrowing into slits as the music’s beat pulses around you. “Excuse me?” she says, voice cutting through the tension. “Did you just tell me what to do?” The room collectively holds its breath, eyes darting between you and the queen bee.

“Yeah, I did,” you reply, swallowing the fear climbing up your throat. “You don’t get to treat people like that.”

Heather smirks, but there’s no humor in it. Her smile is hard, saccharine, like she’s gearing up to chew you up and spit you out. “Oh, look at you, little hero. Have you forgotten who made you into this? You’ve come so far, clawed your way into my circle, and now you’re turning on me?” Her voice lifts on the last word, as if she can’t believe you would dare.

The crowd gasps, a collective inhale that adds to the pounding in your chest. Heather Duke’s grin widens, enjoying the spectacle, while McNamara looks on with a raised eyebrow, more amused than shocked.

“Do you really think you can play in my world and come out clean?” Heather taunts, louder now, making sure everyone hears. “Because if you think this is over, you’re wrong.”

The room watches, anticipation crackling in the air. Emily’s wide eyes meet yours for a moment, gratitude and worry mixing together.

“I’m not scared of you,” you say, even if your voice trembles at the edges.

Heather lets out a sharp, cold laugh. “Well, you should be,” she whispers, leaning in close enough that only you hear. “Because once I’m done, no one will remember your name.”

With a wave of her hand, she turns away, leaving you standing there, breathless and shaken. The crowd splits to let her pass, the music picking back up as if nothing happened. People shoot you looks—some impressed, some sympathetic, but most afraid to even acknowledge what just unfolded.

The adrenaline only carries you so far. You push your way out of the suffocating room, past curious eyes and muffled whispers, until the cool night air hits your face. Your heart is a drum, thundering in your chest as you move down the dark, empty street, the confrontation replaying over and over.

You didn’t think. You didn’t plan. Your feet moved on their own, driven by the panic coursing through your veins. The fight with Heather left a gnawing emptiness in your chest, every harsh word, every sidelong glance, looping over and over in your mind. Thirty hours till Monday, till consequences came crashing down. You couldn’t tell if your life was over metaphorically or if you were teetering on the edge of something far worse.

But Ellie. She was the one person who made things make sense, who managed to pull you back from the spiraling mess your mind created. You didn't know what you expected from going to her house—comfort, distraction, maybe just to see a face that didn’t make you feel like the world was caving in.

As you stumbled into her neighborhood, the streetlights casting pale glows on the pavement, your eyes caught the lone tree leaning against the side of her house. You didn’t know why you chose to climb it, only that the ache in your chest wouldn’t let you just walk up to the front door. You scrambled up, bark scraping your palms, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just you and the rush of adrenaline. Each foothold, each rough branch digging into your skin felt grounding, tangible, and real.

At the top, you hovered by her window, the realization of what you’d done crashing in. You knocked softly, heart racing. The sheer absurdity of it all struck you; you hadn’t been to Ellie’s house before, hadn’t so much as looked up her address, and yet, somehow, you were here.

The curtain shifted, revealing Ellie’s face. Surprise sparked in her eyes before melting into worry, then something else you couldn’t quite place. She pushed the window open, her voice a whisper.

“What are you doing?” A smile flickered, half-bemused and half-concerned, tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words failed, caught in the mess of panic and exhaustion. You looked at her, the one steady thing left, and swallowed the tremor in your voice.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you admit, the tightness in your throat making your voice crack. You’re hyperaware of the seconds ticking by, of the clock that seems to be counting down the hours left until Monday—until everything Heather promised becomes real. But right now, in the glow of Ellie’s room, it feels like maybe the world can stop, just for a moment. Just long enough for you to catch your breath.

Ellie’s eyes shift, scanning your face as if reading every fear, every question you’re too afraid to say out loud. The look on her face—half worry, half resolve—reminds you why you came here, why you needed to see her. You need someone who knows the real you, someone who can ground you when the floor falls out from under your feet. And right now, Ellie is the only thing keeping you from breaking apart completely.

She steps back, making room as you slip inside. The glow from her bedside lamp paints her room in warm golds and deep shadows. Ellie crosses her arms, eyes searching yours. 

Without thinking, you move closer to her, your heart thudding louder with each step.

Ellie pauses mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you—?”

Before she can finish, you’re kissing her, your lips crashing against hers with a sudden urgency. It’s frantic, unexpected, and entirely out of nowhere. The shock in Ellie’s eyes is evident, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she stiffens, her hands hovering uncertainly as if she’s unsure of what to do with the sudden intimacy.

You pull back just a fraction, breathing heavily, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. “I—I don’t know why I did that,” you stammer, your pulse erratic.

Ellie looks at you, confusion flashing in her eyes. “How the hell did you even find my address?”

You blink, thrown off by her question. Of course, she’d wonder. You hadn’t exactly planned this. “I—uh—Student Files…” you admit, a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s... kind of a weird story.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, her confusion shifting into curiosity.

“I—well, I helped Mrs. Turner with the student records for a while. She needed an extra hand with some administrative stuff, so she let me go through the files a few times. It was mostly just sorting things, but I guess I kind of memorized some of the addresses along the way.” You swallow, trying to steady your breath. “I—I didn’t think about it at the time, but when I got here... I just remembered yours.”

Ellie stares at you for a long moment, her lips parted slightly in disbelief. “You’re telling me you broke into my address book from some random school paperwork?”

You wince, feeling a rush of heat spread across your face. “Yeah, I guess that sounds bad when you put it like that.”

She snorts, shaking her head in a mix of disbelief and amusement. “That’s... honestly a little creepy.”

“I know, I’m not proud of it,” you say quickly, guilt bubbling up, “but I swear, it wasn’t like that. I just—needed to get away from everything. And you... you’re the only person who doesn’t seem like they’ll judge me for it.”

Ellie falls silent, her eyes narrowing, but not in anger. She’s just processing, trying to make sense of what just happened. Finally, she shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with you now. Might as well make the most of it."

You exhale a shaky breath, relieved that she’s not freaking out. The tension between you is still there, but somehow, it feels like something else is shifting, too—a kind of quiet understanding.

You’re both sitting beside each other on her bed now, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Ellie watches you, her gaze steady, but there’s a hint of curiosity behind it. The silence stretches between you two, the weight of the night pressing down on your shoulders—the fight with Heather, the pressure of the thirty hours looming over you. It’s too much to handle on your own, and in this moment, you need something, anything, to make it stop.

You could still back out, apologize, and explain that you didn’t mean to make things awkward. But you don’t want to. You don’t want to walk away from this feeling like you're still running from your own choices.

In one sudden, impulsive motion, you push Ellie back onto her bed. The action is quick, almost reckless, and she gasps, taken off guard as her body sinks into the soft sheets. You move on top of her, your hands still shaking slightly as you hold yourself above her. Her eyes widen in confusion, and for a moment, she seems unsure of what just happened.

The heat rises to your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from her. For the first time in what feels like forever, you're not thinking about anything else. Your mind is too full of the chaos in your chest to focus on anything but this moment.

"What the hell?" Ellie breathes, her voice a little breathless, but there’s no anger, no rejection. There’s only surprise, and maybe something else you can’t quite place. She doesn’t push you away. Instead, she just stares up at you, lips parted, waiting for you to say something.

The room feels smaller now, the air thicker, and your pulse is pounding in your ears. You’ve crossed some invisible line, but you’re not sorry for it. You’ve gone too far to care about what happens next.

"I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore," you murmur, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "I’m done trying to please everyone."

Ellie blinks, her gaze shifting from confusion to something else—something softer, but there’s a challenge in her eyes now, like she’s trying to figure you out. “What’s gotten into you?” she asks, voice quieter, but still probing, looking for answers.

But you don’t have one. Not really. All you know is that, in this moment, you want to feel something—anything—other than the fear and pressure that’s been crushing you. You need to feel alive again, even if just for a few minutes.

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You know exactly when it all started—the moment you first felt something for Ellie. It was in the cafeteria, and you’ll never forget it. Ram and Kurt, two of the biggest assholes in school, had cornered someone—probably just because they could. The usual bullying, the usual sneers. But then, for the first time, you saw Ellie.

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t hesitate. Even when they tried to intimidate her, Ellie stood her ground, her voice sharp, her posture a quiet defiance. When Ram made the mistake of getting too close, Ellie didn’t back down. She swung a fist at him—hard.

You watched the whole thing, frozen in your seat, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the fight that caught your attention. It was the way she carried herself—the raw, unapologetic confidence she exuded, even in the heat of it. You weren’t exactly a fan of people who get into fights, but damn... in that moment, Ellie was something else.

Something that made your chest tighten, and for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you were scared or impressed.

One thing is for sure though, seeing that scene… Made you so fucking wet. 

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The moments were flooding your mind—those stolen glances, the subtle touches, the things left unsaid. They were all piling up on you, overwhelming you in a way you couldn’t quite explain. It felt like everything had led to this point: you, on top of Ellie in her bed.

Her breath hitched, and for a split second, everything around you froze. Your heart hammered in your chest, the rush of blood in your ears drowning out everything else. There was something electric in the air between you two, something that had been building for what felt like ages, but you hadn’t known how to recognize it until now.

Ellie was looking up at you, her eyes wide, lips parted. But there was something in her expression that you couldn’t place—was it fear? Or was it something else? You couldn’t tell, but you couldn’t pull away now. Not when everything felt so intense, so real.

You’d spent so many nights wondering what it would be like to finally be close to her, to feel her warmth, to understand what it was that pulled you in. But now that you were here, with her beneath you, everything—every little moment, every glance—crashed down on you all at once, and you couldn’t think straight.

Her hand found your shoulder, not to push you away but to pull you closer. The world around you seemed to shrink until all that existed was you and her, suspended in a shared tension you didn’t know how to escape. There were no words, just the raw intensity of the moment, the feeling of being trapped in something you hadn’t fully understood until now.

And just like that, all your self-control, all your attempts to hold back, evaporated. You couldn’t think of anything but her—only Ellie, and the pull between you two that had been simmering in silence for so long.

Ellie’s hand tightened on your shoulder, her eyes never leaving yours. The room seemed to grow quieter, the outside world fading into nothingness. You could hear her breath catch, a clear sign that she wasn’t immune to the weight of the moment.

“You’re going to be my last meal on earth, Ellie Williams,” you whispered, your voice raw and unsteady.

Ellie's eyes darkened with desire as she watched you fumble with the buttons of your shirt. Smirking, she reached up and tore the fabric open, buttons flying everywhere. "I hope you know this is going to create one hell of a mess," she breathed, her fingers trailing down your chest.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. She hooked a leg around your waist, pulling you flush against her. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" she growled, nipping at your bottom lip. I've been wanting to do this for so long.

“I know. let's fucking break this bed… You won't be getting any sleep tonight you know?” Her eyes widen at your sudden boldness, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She knows you’re not the type to throw caution to the wind like this. Something’s different about you tonight—more raw, more desperate. Ellie studies you for a moment as if trying to decipher the shift in your demeanor.

"Has that fight with Heather really gotten to you this much?" she asks, voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

You can see the question hanging in the air between you, her eyes searching for the truth. “Do you really believe the Heathers would go that far? That they'd actually try to destroy you over something this stupid?”

Her gaze is sharp, unrelenting. You’ve always known Ellie as the type who doesn’t just take things at face value—she digs, pulls, challenges. But tonight, she seems almost... protective, as if she can sense just how badly this whole mess has broken you. You didn’t come here just to escape the night. You came because you truly believed your life was about to end. 

Nobody could control you. Not even yourself. 

You tossed your shirt away, lifting yourself off Ellie for a bit to slip off your panties. Ellie lifted her hips to help you push her pants down, kicking them off the bed. "You're so impatient,”

“I need you…” You leaned in and whispered in her ear, kissing her neck aggressively. 

Ellie moaned softly, her nails digging into your back. "Well, how can I resist such a request?" she purred, unhooking your bra. 

Ellie's back arched as you pushed two fingers into her, her body clenching around them, making her hiss at the suddenness. She nipped at your breast, her moans muffled by your curves.

Ellie's free hand reached down to join yours, her thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles as she fucks herself with your fingers. The sounds of her eating your tits and the wet squelching of your fingers in her pussy fill the room. “Fuck...fuck...fuck…”

Ellie's hips bucked against your hand, her breath coming in short pants. "Harder..." she hissed, biting down on your flesh. Her hand gripped your wrist, guiding you to that magical spot inside her. 

You started moving even faster, more aggressively, making the cheap bed squeak and move. You moaned as she sucked your nipples. 

Ellie cried out sharply as an intense orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your fingers. She released your nipple with a gasp, burying her face against your neck. "Holy shit...holy shit…” 

You chuckle, staring at her as you lick your fingers. 

Ellie's eyes were glued to your mouth as you licked her juices off your fingers, her chest heaving. “You're...you're so hot," she stammered, her hand sliding down to cup you between your legs. She found you soaking. “My turn.”

Ellie pushed you onto your back, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she nestled between your thighs. She teasingly blew cooling air across your heated flesh, making you shiver.

"Make me—Make me scream so fucking loud, the neighbors will think we're murdering each other,”

Ellie winked mischievously. "Challenge accepted." She dove in, her tongue lapping at your glistening folds, probing and teasing. Two fingers plunged deep inside you, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. "Mmmm…”

Ellie pulled back, a strand of your juices clinging to her lips. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a hungry intensity. “Why'd you fucking stop?” You asked. 

She smirked as she reached for her large strap-on, buckling it around her waist. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. I'm just getting started." Ellie stroked the thick cock, grinning wickedly.

Ellie grabbed your legs, hiking them over her shoulders. She ran the head of the strap-on through your folds, coating it with your slick heat. She leaned forward, bracing one hand beside your head, the other gripping your thigh.

Ellie slowly pushed forward, her eyes locked onto yours as she stretched you wide. "So...tight," she grunted, feeling you clench around the intrusion. "Relax for me, baby. You can take it." She leaned down to kiss you, muffling your moans. 

“Fuck yeah I can” 

Ellie smirked against your lips, slowly pulling back before slamming forward with a grunt. "That's it, fuck yeah," she panted, setting a hard, fast pace. The room filled with the slap of flesh and your cries of pleasure. "Scream for me,”

“Let me ride your cock…” 

Ellie pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your hands and knees before grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto the strap-on. "You want to ride, huh? Then ride," She sat back, guiding you to bounce on her lap as she held your hips steady.

Her hands tightened on your hips, controlling your pace as you rode her. "That's it, bounce that ass on my dick," She growled, leaning forward to grab your hair and yank your head back. "Look at me while you ride me, damn it.”

You were in shock at her sudden demeanor, but you fucking loved it. You stared into her eyes as you made pornographic noises, gripping the sheets… 

“Fuck I think you tore my mattress” Ellie chuckled darkly, a bead of sweat trickling down her brow as you tossed your head back. 

“Just get a new one…” You mumbled. “You're not fucking sleeping tonight. Make yourself useful for me, Williams!”

"Damn, you're insatiable tonight, aren't you?" Ellie smirked, gripping your hips tighter as she rolled her own, changing the angle of penetration.

"Fuck, just like that," Ellie panted, one hand snaking around to toy with your clit as she continued to relentlessly pound into you. "You're gonna make me cum, riding my cock so good like this.”

“Yeah…? Good.” 

Her words trailed off into a growl as her other hand grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider to accommodate her powerful thrusts. "Shit, shit, shit..." She grunted, her body tensing up as she prepared to erupt inside you.

At this point, the only thing you two could hear were the lewd noises you were making and the bed creaking. It's as if the whole town has disappeared.

For some fucked up reason all you could think about was…

“Slap me” You mutter under your breath. 

“What?” Ellie replied confused at your request.

“I said slap me!” 

Ellie's rhythm faltered, her brow furrowing as she looked back at you. "You... you want me to slap you?" She asked, her voice hesitant, checking for consent even in the heat of the moment.

“Yes! Come on just do it” You take her hands and lead them to your face.

Ellie hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was something you actually wanted, before finally giving in to your demand. "Fuck, alright..." She brought her hand up and slapped you across the face, the loud crack echoing through the room. "There?”

“Harder” 

Her hand came crashing down against your face again, harder this time. Her handprint was already visible on your cheek.

“Fuck… Yes!” You scream, tossing your head back, picking up your pace as you continue to ride her. 

She looked at you with confusion and fascination, her hand still stinging from the force of the slap. 

Ellie's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. A dark smirk spread across her face. "Oh, You're into that, huh?" She grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your neck which she bit down hard. 

You continued to bounce on her lap. Ellie's movements became more erratic as she struggled to keep up with your demanding pace. She slapped your face again, and again, each blow landing with a loud crack. "Fuck, what's gotten into you?!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your flesh as she pulled you down harder onto her with each upward thrust. Her own breathing was ragged, punctuated by grunts and growls as she fought to maintain control. "Answer me... " She hissed through gritted teeth.

“I'm a dead girl Ellie… In a few hours, I'll be nothing but a memory” 

Ellie's face contorted with emotion. She wrapped an arm around your waist, flipping you onto your back. She loomed over you, her eyes filled with a mix of passion and determination. "Then we'll make these next few hours count," she whispered hoarsely.

With a fierce intensity, she began to move inside you once more. Her touch was both tender and demanding as if she were trying to brand the moment into both of your memories. "Look at me..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their joining.

Ellie leaned down, pressing her forehead to yours, her breath mingling with yours as she continued to fill you. Her hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing as she looked deep into your eyes. “Look at me…” She panted, her pace quickening as she neared her release.

Ellie's movements became more erratic, her grip on your throat tightening slightly as she felt her climax approaching. Her eyes, usually so fierce and intimidating, now held a vulnerability that took your breath away. "Fuck... I can't... I'm gonna…”

Her words turned into a guttural moan as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, her body convulsing as she found her release. The sensation pushed you over the edge, and you cried out, your fingers digging into her back as you came undone beneath her.

Spent, Ellie collapsed on top of you, her weight grounding you in the moment as both of you struggled to catch your breath. The room was thick with the shared silence of heartbeats and whispered sighs. After a while, she shifted, rolling onto her side and pulling you into the circle of her arms so that your faces were inches apart on the same pillow. Her gaze found yours, unreadable yet intense, as though she were searching for an answer you hadn’t yet asked.

You let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence. “I should probably apologize to Heather, right?” Your words hung in the air, teasing, with a hint of guilt.

Ellie’s lips quirked up, but her eyes stayed serious, studying you as if memorizing each line of your face. “Apologize? For what? For not being a bitch like her?” She tilted her head, the question more genuine than you expected.

A silence settled between you, heavy but not unwelcome. Her hand brushed over your arm, fingertips tracing lazy patterns that sent shivers down your spine. The moment felt fragile like it could shatter under the weight of what was left unspoken.

“Maybe she’ll forgive me.” you finally said, voice softer now.

Ellie’s expression softened, the edge slipping from her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “What matters is now.” She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the touch lingering as if trying to convey everything she couldn’t say out loud.

You closed your eyes, sinking into the warmth of her, the world outside forgotten. Whatever storm awaited beyond these four walls, you knew you’d face it when the time came. But for now, in this stolen moment, the rest of the world could wait.

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The sun was still low in the sky when you pulled on yesterday’s clothes, feeling the fabric cling to you like a reminder of the night before. Ellie shot you a glance from across the room, a smirk tugging at her lips as she threw on her jacket and grabbed the keys to her dad’s old car.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice husky with the remnants of sleep.

You nodded, a tightness in your stomach as the reality of facing Heather settled in. The drive was silent except for the rhythmic hum of the tires on the road, Ellie’s fingers drumming absently on the steering wheel. You caught yourself glancing at her profile, the early morning light outlining the sharp line of her jaw. It stirred a strange mix of dread and comfort in you, like everything was about to change.

Heather’s front door stood slightly ajar, swinging gently in the breeze, as if even the house was recovering from the chaos of the night before. You exchanged a quick look with Ellie before climbing the familiar steps to Heather’s room. You knocked, the sound loud in the silence. A moment later, Heather appeared, her eyes rimmed with red, bleary with sleep. Her gaze shifted between you and Ellie, confusion furrowing her brow. Then, the realization hit—betrayal mixed with something darker.

“Why are you here… with her?” Heather muttered, her voice hoarse.

You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Ellie before meeting Heather’s gaze. “I came to apologize,” you said, the words tumbling out quickly, awkwardly.

Heather’s eyes narrowed, skepticism battling the exhaustion on her face. She sighed, rubbing her temple. “My head is killing me,” she groaned, dismissing the tension for the moment.

“I’ll get you something for that,” you volunteered quickly, relieved to have an excuse to escape the weight of her glare. Ellie followed you down the stairs, her presence a familiar shadow at your back.

As you rummaged through the kitchen, pulling out random ingredients in a half-hearted attempt at a hangover cure, Ellie leaned against the counter, one eyebrow raised. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” she teased.

You shot her a tired smile. “Not even a little.”

She laughed, the sound sharp and unexpected in the otherwise quiet house. She spotted something in the cabinet, a bottle in her hand, her eyes glinting with mischief. “How about we give her this?” she joked, waving it like a prize, before pouring it into a cup.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly reached out, batting her hand away. “No, fuck, I’m not going to kill Heather,” you said, exasperated. You set the cup down on the counter, the tension in your chest loosening slightly at her playful grin.

Ellie’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Relax, I was just kidding.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Fine. Just grab the cup and let’s go.”

Ellie nodded, grabbing the cup without a second glance as you led the way back upstairs. Heather was still sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the cup Ellie handed her. She hesitated for a moment, eyeing it suspiciously before taking a long sip.

It only took a few seconds for her face to go pale. Her eyes widened in horror, and she gasped, a strangled noise tearing from her throat before she collapsed, crumpling to the floor.

Time seemed to stop. You froze, heart hammering in your chest as reality crashed over you in icy waves.

“Oh my God, Heather!” you shouted, rushing to her side, shaking her lightly.

Ellie stood frozen, her eyes wide, the cup rolling to a stop at her feet. The room spun, and panic surged in your chest. The weight of the moment hit you all at once.

You fumbled for Heather’s wrist, your hands trembling as you felt for a pulse, even though you knew Ellie had already checked. The silence that followed was deafening, pressing in on you like a vice. Panic clawed at your throat as you stumbled backward, staring at Heather’s lifeless body on the floor.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, voice cracking. “This is it. My future… it’s over. We’re screwed.” The words rushed out in jagged breaths, and tears stung your eyes.

Ellie dropped to her knees beside Heather, her face pale but composed, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “Hey, hey. We’re not doing this,” she snapped, looking up at you. “We’re not giving up.”

You shook your head, fingers running through your hair. “Ellie, she’s dead. There’s no coming back from this. We need to turn ourselves in and tell them it was a mistake. Maybe—”

“No,” Ellie’s voice cut through your spiral like a knife. Her eyes locked onto yours, fierce and unyielding. “That won’t work, and you know it. No one’s going to believe this was an accident, especially not with our history.”

You swallowed hard, her words sinking in. She was right. It didn’t matter that it was an honest mistake; nobody would buy it. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as the reality of the situation set in.

Ellie’s gaze flicked to Heather’s desk, cluttered with remnants of last night’s party—crumpled notes, an empty bottle, a pen lying askew. An idea sparked in her eyes, wild and desperate. “We have to make this look like it was her choice,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “We need a note.”

Your stomach twisted. “What? Ellie, no. That’s insane.”

“It’s the only way,” she insisted, stepping closer. Her hands found yours, squeezing tight enough to ground you, even in the chaos. “Listen to me. You’re good at this—you know how to make it look real.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you met her eyes. They were wide with fear, but steady with resolve. You pulled away, pacing the room as her plan took shape in your mind. The thought of forging a suicide note felt sickening, but the image of everything you’d worked for slipping away was worse.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you muttered, voice cracking as you reached for the crumpled notebook on Heather’s desk. You picked up the pen, your fingers numb against the cold metal.

Ellie hovered behind you, her voice a whisper in the silence. “We don’t have a choice.”

Your hands shook as you opened Heather’s notebook, filled with neat handwriting, doodles, and half-finished notes from classes you all shared. The sight of it twisted your stomach into knots. You glanced at Ellie, who was pacing behind you, her footsteps restless on the creaking floorboards.

“Write this down,” she said, her voice strained but sharp. “Something about how no one really knows her. How they only see her for her looks, her parties, but never who she really is.”

You nodded mutely, the words flowing from the pen as if it had a mind of its own. Each sentence felt like a betrayal, but you couldn’t stop. Your mind swirled with memories of Heather—flashes of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she was truly happy. The notebook beneath your hands felt like a violation, turning those memories into something twisted.

Ellie leaned over your shoulder, reading the words as they took shape. “‘I just wish someone could see me beyond the mask I wear every day,’” she added softly, a tremor in her voice.

You glanced at her, and for a moment, you saw something in her eyes—vulnerability, maybe even regret. But she didn’t look away. She couldn’t afford to.

You finished with a trembling signature, one that mirrored Heather’s, your heart pounding so hard it felt as though it was echoing in your ears. The note was done.

Ellie exhaled shakily, stepping back. “This… this has to work,” she muttered, more to herself than to you.

You stood frozen, clutching the notebook like both a lifeline and a curse. The room felt colder, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, impossible to ignore.

The note sat on Heather’s desk, the ink still drying. You and Ellie exchanged a glance heavy with fear and silent understanding. Your heart hammered in your chest, every instinct screaming for you to run, to put as much distance as possible between yourselves and this room.

“Let’s go,” Ellie whispered, her voice tight, urgent. She grabbed your hand, grounding you enough to snap you from your stupor.

You stumbled out of Heather’s room, casting one last glance at her lifeless form sprawled on the floor. The sight twisted in your stomach, but there was no time to dwell on it now. Every step down the stairs felt like an eternity, the creaking floorboards and muffled noises from the outside world blending into a nauseating symphony.

As you reached the front door, morning light filtered through the glass, illuminating the remnants of the party—empty cups, forgotten jackets, a broken picture frame. You swallowed hard and pushed the door open, the cool air hitting your face like a slap.

Ellie’s grip on your hand tightened as you both hurried down the driveway. She didn’t let go until you reached her dad’s car parked a few houses down. The two of you climbed inside, and Ellie fumbled with the keys, her fingers trembling as she shoved them into the ignition.

The engine roared to life, cutting through the morning silence as she pulled away with a jerky start. You couldn’t look back; you didn’t dare. The road ahead blurred as your vision swam, the reality of what you’d just done slamming into you with full force.

The silence between you and Ellie was suffocating, filled with all the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Finally, after a long stretch of tense moments, Ellie spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

“We’re going to be okay. We have to be.”

You stared out the window, the familiar streets of your neighborhood passing by like scenes from someone else’s life. The weight of the lie you’d just created pressed down on you, an unshakable truth that would follow you both, no matter how far you drove.

The car sped down the road, the hum of the engine doing nothing to drown out the thundering beat of your heart. You clenched your fists in your lap, knuckles white as the gravity of what had happened sank in. The silence was unbearable.

Finally, the words burst out of you in a shaky gasp. “What the fuck have we done, Ellie?” Your voice trembled, cracking under the weight of your panic. Admitting it aloud made everything feel too real, like saying it would bring everything crashing down.

Ellie’s jaw tightened, her eyes fixed on the road, but you could see her hands shaking where they gripped the steering wheel. She swallowed hard, taking a breath as her neck tensed. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice fragile as the morning light seeping through the windshield. “I don’t know, but we did what we had to.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as you looked at her, searching for answers that weren’t there. “Had to? Ellie, we just—”

“Stop.” Her voice was sharp now, cutting through your panic like a knife. She glanced at you, eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “If we break now, it’s over. We have to hold it together, alright? Just�� just breathe.”

But how could you? How could you breathe when the weight of what you’d done sat so heavily on your chest? The road stretched endlessly before you, each passing moment taking you further from Heather’s house and deeper into a future you couldn’t begin to understand.

The silence that followed Ellie’s words was deafening, a chasm between you. Your vision blurred, and you turned your gaze toward the window, watching the neighborhood blur into smears of familiar shapes. Memories of Heather flooded in, each one twisting the knife deeper.

Heather Chandler. Larger than life, with her sharp sarcasm and effortless command of any room. The girl who annoyed you endlessly with her need for attention, but who had also shown up at your house with ice cream and a playlist of your favorite songs when you had a bad day. You’d shared secrets, inside jokes, late-night talks when the world felt safe.

Despite her flaws, Heather had always been your best friend. She could be self-absorbed, reckless even, but you knew behind the façade was someone just as scared and insecure as anyone else. She trusted you in ways she didn’t trust anyone else, and in a twisted irony, that trust now lay shattered on her bedroom floor.

A lump rose in your throat, guilt clawing at you with an intensity that was almost unbearable. “She was my friend, Ellie,” you choked out, your voice thick with grief. “My best friend.”

Ellie’s expression hardened, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the road. She didn’t say anything, and the silence that filled the car was deafening. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand; you knew Ellie well enough to know she carried her own shadows. But right now, understanding didn’t change what had been done.

Heather was your best friend, and now she was gone. A casualty of a moment that had spiraled so far out of control that you couldn’t even breathe.

Ellie’s eyes flared with frustration, and her hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white. She snapped her gaze to you.

"Seriously?" she barked, her voice laced with frustration. "A few hours ago, you were freaking out about Heather trying to tear you apart. You thought she was gonna come after you, right? That she was out to ruin your life, and now you're losing your shit because—what? Because she’s gone?”

The words hit you like a slap. She was right. That’s exactly how you’d felt—like Heather’s rage was a ticking time bomb, and you couldn’t breathe without thinking she was waiting for the right moment to make your life hell. But now, everything was different.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising, becoming sharper. “We took care of that problem, and now you're acting like it’s the end of the world?” She laughed, but it was bitter, almost a sneer. “Are you really this worried about killing someone when a few hours ago you were terrified she was gonna ruin your life?”

The truth hit you like a cold wave. You had been consumed by fear of Heather’s wrath, so focused on her anger, so terrified she’d destroy everything you’d worked for. And now, somehow, she was... gone. Just like that.

But that didn’t make this better. It didn’t make it right.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. How could you explain to Ellie that, even though Heather had been a threat, she had still been your friend? How could you say that this was a mistake, an irreversible one, no matter how much you tried to justify it?

Ellie’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, colder now than before. “Make a decision,” she said, voice steely. “Either you're with me, and we handle this, or you lose it and ruin everything. No middle ground. Pick one.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air. There was no turning back. You could feel the tension crackling between you, daring you to say the wrong thing.

You stared at her, at the frantic energy in her eyes, and for a moment, you almost wanted to pull away, to scream at her to take responsibility, to make this right. But deep down, you knew that would only make everything worse. And a part of you—the part that had once feared Heather—knew that sticking by Ellie was the only way to survive this.

You took a slow, shaky breath and met her gaze, locking eyes. You didn’t speak, because you both knew there was nothing left to say. The promise was unspoken, but it was there. Both of you understood it in the silence that filled the car.

Never again. That was the promise. No one could ever know. Not Heather’s family, not your friends, not anyone. This was the end of Heather Chandler—and the end of the lives you’d known before this moment.

You could feel it, the weight of it settling in your chest. But there was no way out now. So, as much as you hated it, as much as it twisted your insides, you nodded. The promise was sealed between you and Ellie.

A promise that would haunt you both... forever?

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A week later, it felt like the whole town was playing a part in a twisted play where everyone pretended Heather Chandler was some tragic saint. In reality, she had been anything but. Heather’s smile was sharp, a weapon she wielded as easily as a laugh. She was untouchable, rich, popular, and cruel when she wanted to be—which was often.

But now, the school halls were lined with flowers, photos of her with wide grins and perfect hair, as if she had been everyone’s best friend. As if she hadn’t left a trail of bruised egos and whispered stories behind her. The memorial was set to take place in the gym, with its polished floor and banners that Heather herself had probably ordered others to hang while she stood back with a critical eye.

You sat at your desk, the speech paper in front of you nearly crumpled from the force of your grip. You were expected to speak, to stand in front of everyone and tell them who Heather had been. Not the girl who snapped at you during rehearsals or spread rumors just for entertainment. Not the Heather who wielded secrets like knives, knowing exactly where to cut. But the version of her that the school wanted to remember—sanitized and perfect.

"Heather Chandler was... complicated," you wrote, then scratched it out immediately. The truth couldn't live in this speech; it wasn’t allowed to. What people wanted, what they needed, was a story that fit their idea of her. A tale that made sense of the mourning, justified the tears. And so you wrote a lie instead.

"Heather was a leader, a voice that demanded to be heard. She pushed those around her to be better, even when it was hard to see."

Your stomach twisted as you read it back. It was true, in a way. Heather did push people—but only when it served her. And yet, the guilt coiled tighter, because even if she had been sharp and demanding, even if she'd hurt others more times than you could count, she hadn't deserved this.

Ellie’s idea to forge the note had seemed like the only way out that morning. You’d done it, hands shaking so hard you thought the pen might break. And now, that act hung over you both like a storm cloud, pressing down on every breath.

The knock at your door barely registered. "Sweetheart, it's time to go," your mom said softly, unaware of the storm raging inside you. You forced yourself up, folding the paper into neat, straight lines, as if by making it perfect, you could convince yourself that it was okay to stand up there and tell this story.

As you walked into the gym, eyes followed you, their faces expectant, tearful, pretending that Heather had been something more than she was. Your gaze met Ellie’s from across the room, and for a moment, the mask slipped—both of you wearing the same haunted look. You knew that as you spoke the words written in shaky pen strokes, the real Heather would remain forgotten, buried under a lie that bound you and Ellie together forever.

“Heather... was my best friend,” you said, your voice trembling just enough to make it believable. The gym was silent, the air thick with the weight of collective grief and whispered memories. You took a shaky breath, feeling every eye on you, watching, waiting. “I had no idea she was struggling like this.”

The tears that welled up stung, but they weren’t for Heather. They were for the guilt gnawing at you, tearing through your chest like a beast. You shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this. Because beneath the surface, behind the eulogy and the sympathetic nods from the crowd, you knew the truth. You knew that you were the one who had killed her—accident or not.

As the words spilled from your lips, painting a picture of a girl who was kinder, more misunderstood than she ever was, your throat tightened. You blinked rapidly, letting a tear fall, and from the murmurs and shifting bodies, you knew it had the intended effect. The speech ended with a final echo, your voice cracking at the right moment.

The teacher stepped forward, a solemn smile on her face, and spoke. “Thank you for that beautiful tribute. We know this is a difficult time for everyone. The school counselor will be available for anyone who needs to talk.”

You descended the podium, the weight in your chest pressing heavier than before. The applause felt hollow, a charade, just like everything else.

Ellie found you by the corner of the room as people began to disperse, some going up to lay flowers, others wiping tears. She sidled up next to you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re such a good actor, you know that?” The words had an edge, sharp enough to make you flinch.

You raised an eyebrow, your expression hardening. “Those were real tears, Ellie. This... what we did... it’s eating me alive.”

Ellie’s smirk fell, her eyes narrowing. “She was a fucking asshole to you, to everyone. Maybe she deserved it.”

Her words struck you like a slap. Memories flooded back—the way Heather had humiliated you in front of others, the cruel jokes, the power she wielded like a weapon. But you shook your head, the panic creeping up your spine. “No, Ellie. Not like this.”

A shadow crossed Ellie’s face, and she looked away, her jaw clenched. The silence between you stretched uncomfortably. Then a thought slammed into you with such force that it made your stomach churn. That morning, before it all unraveled, Ellie had joked about giving Heather the wrong cup—the one with your experiment, the mixture that was never meant to be ingested. At the time, you’d laughed it off, thinking it was just dark humor.

But what if it wasn’t a joke? What if she hadn’t made a mistake at all?

Your heart raced, the blood thundering in your ears. What if this wasn’t an accident, but something much darker? You glanced at Ellie, whose eyes remained distant, a coldness settling there that you hadn’t noticed before. And for the first time, you realized you didn’t know her as well as you thought.

Ellie’s eyes, once so familiar, glistened with something unreadable as the tension crackled between you. She turned back, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the gym, the memorial, and the hushed sobs around you all faded away. It was just the two of you, bound by the secret that threatened to suffocate you both.

“I would do anything to protect you,” she said, her voice low and steady, but with a strange, fervent edge. The words sent a shiver racing down your spine as if she’d just revealed a part of herself you weren’t supposed to see.

Ellie’s words lingered in the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating. You searched her face for any hint of guilt, any sign that she was as trapped in this as you were. But instead, there was a flicker of something else—something more complicated. Protective, maybe. Defiant. But not malicious.

The realization loosened something in your chest, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter if Ellie had meant it, if the poison had only been meant as a scare tactic, a mistake. The fact remained that Heather was dead, and the weight of that truth was too much to carry.

“It’s over, Ellie,” you said, your voice hollow, almost mechanical. The words tasted bitter, final. Her eyes widened, the mask slipping for just a second to show the raw shock underneath.

“What do you mean?” Her tone cracked, breaking through the confidence she always wore like armor.

You shook your head, stepping back as if the distance could somehow cleanse the guilt seeping into your bones. “I can’t do this. I can’t look at you and pretend everything is okay. We’re done, Ellie. I don’t want any contact with you anymore.”

Her face fell, the sharp edges softening with a kind of disbelief. “But I—”

“No,” you cut her off, each word like a knife. “I don’t care what your reasons were. We crossed a line, and I can’t come back from that. I don’t want to.”

Ellie’s jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. For a moment, you thought she might argue, try to convince you that she did what she did out of love, out of loyalty. But instead, she nodded slowly, the acceptance stinging more than any fight could have.

“Fine,” she said, voice tight and low. “If that’s what you want.”

You turned and walked away before she could see the tears that threatened to fall again—this time for everything you’d lost, everything you could never take back.

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Part Two??

Tag List : @mimasroom2 @pixelllliess @elliessgfsstuff @abandonedstars1

A/N : okay guys it's like 1am and i have to wake up at 4 for school. I hope you guys enjoy this! (ps. i only tagged people who said they wanted to get tagged!)

[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 🔞

🚀 Farscape 🚀

Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

🚑 Flatliners 🚑

Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

🎃 Halloween 🎃

Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

🔥 Hellboy 🔥

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

Science Fiction

👽💅 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

[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

Rochelle

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

Nancy Downs

Mine…

Why are You So Obsessed With Me?

Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

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

[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:)

[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

[misaerabl]

hey guys it's almost done hehe

who wants this???? I'VE FINISHED IT! HERE!

[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.

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🎶 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! 🎧

[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.

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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