#jd x veronica

[youaintnothinbuta]

Jd - “How’d you know it was me?”

Summary: you climb into Jd’s room after your horrible encounter with Kurt and ram in the cow pasture, crying.

Pairing: Jason ‘Jd’ Dean x reader

Warnings: murder plotting? Fluff? Idk it’s Jd what do you expect

Word count: 271

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Jd was woken from his midnight slumber by the familiar sound of his window being forced open, accompanied by muffled sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice had a slight rasp, not having spoken for a few hours prior.

Through your tears, you managed to mumble, “How’d you know it was me? What if I was a murderer or a robber?”feeling around the dark room as you made your way to his bed.

Chuckling softly, Jd replied, “Murderers don't usually break into houses whilst crying. What’s wrong?” Pulling you close to his chest, he gently brushed your hair away from your tear-streaked face. A hesitant sniffle escaped your nose as you mumbled, “Promise you won't get mad?”

I don’t do promises.

“I promise, baby.”

“Kurt an-and Ram. They— well the heathers called me and— they left me alone with—“ you choppily tried your best to explain what happened. Jd took a very deep breath, your head rising and falling with his body as he did so.

I’m going to kill them. Literally kill them.

“I’m sorry, baby, you can cry, it’s okay, you’re safe with me now.” Jd whispered, kissing the top of your head. You winced, letting yourself cry while being coddled in Jd’s arms. Eventually, you managed to regain control over your breathing, your sobs subsiding. Sniffing softly, you mustered the courage to make a simple request, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Yes, darling.”

Jd drew you even closer to his body, getting comfortable again to sleep with you in his embrace. You pressed your face against his chest and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into sleep.

#heathers jd #jason jd dean #jd heathers #jd fanfic #jd x veronica #jd x you #jd x reader #jason dean #jason dean heathers #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heathers #heathers 1988 #reader x Jd #Jason dean x reader #jd #veronica x jd #jd fluff #heathers fluff

[queer-cosette]

Veronica: Time for Plan G. Heather McNamara: Don’t you mean Plan B? Veronica: No, we tried Plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over Plan C due to technical difficulties. Heather McNamara: What about Plan D? Heather Duke: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Heather McNamara: Fine, what about Plan E? Veronica: Unfortunately, Heather Chandler veto'd Plan E. Heather Chandler: JD and Veronica get married in Plan E. Gag. JD: Plan E was my favourite. Heather Chandler: Plan E sucked, Red Dawn. Heather McNamara: Okay, so how many plans do we actually have? Is there, like, a Plan M? Veronica: There is, but I’m hoping not to use it. Heather Chandler dies in Plan M. JD: I like Plan M.

#incorrect heathers quotes #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #veronica sawyer #heather mcnamara #heather duke #heather chandler #jason dean #jdonica #jdronica #jd x veronica #veronica x jd

[that-fruitier-emo]

Can we talk about the absolute fucking whiplash Veronica Sawyer experienced in freeze your brain.

Veronica: Does your mommy know you drink that crap?

JD: Not anymore.

JD: WHEN MOM WAS ALIVE-!

Veronica, thinking: Well fuck...

#heathers #heathers musical #veronica sawyer #jd heathers #jason dean #jd x veronica

[pupkiu]

ngl i drew this a long time ago

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[heatherz-trash]

#jdronica #heathers #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #heathers memes #heathers musical #jd x veronica #veronica sawyer #veronica x jd #jason dean #jd heathers

[chibizaiya]

#sketches #jdronica #heathers #heathers 1988 #jason dean #veronica sawyer #jd x veronica #art #fanart

[musicalbracket]

Round 4 - Semifinals!

#musical theatre #theater kid #broadway #broadway musicals #musical theater #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #heathers the musical #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd x veronica #heathers musical #heathers movie #les misreables #les mis #jean valjean #cosette #marius pontmercy #inspector javert #fantine les mis #eponine #Theater kid core #cosette les mis #fantine #thenardier #martha dunnstock #kurt kelly

[movieexpertlvr]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗ

Summery: reader try’s to break up with JD…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵒⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ, ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ʲᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵈᵉᵃⁿ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

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“Jason get out of my room!” You shouted at him frantically however his smirk and calm demeanor not dropping, “Y/N you know you don’t mean that your just upset when you calm down you’ll ring me and tell me to come back you always come back darling“ he says walking over to you with his hands on his pockets and that sarcastic 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 grin on his face. “n-no! Not this time Jason go away y-your dangerous you k-killed m-my… some one I’ve known for years!” You say cowering back a bit “see you can’t even call her your best friend darling she was horrible to you so so horrible and I made her go away, for you” he sweetens his voice at the end which almost gets you but you back up. “No! No no no! Get out get out I don’t want you here!” You say starting to cry and throwing a plushie at him from your bed, he smirks and takes the plushie smelling it “it smells like you darling” then leaves through the window taking it with him. You knowing he took it as a sure fire way to make sure he sees you again on the off chance you don’t fold and call him.

A few hours go by and you just lay in bed and cry you cry because your boyfriend is a killer but also because you still love him and wanna be with him in spite of that what does that say about you does that make you as bad as him, but was it wrong she was a HORRIBLE person who made the lives of so many miserable so maybe he did a lot of people a favor and maybe if he promises never again than you can still be with him and not hate your self, you don’t know though your head and logic are taking you one way but your heart and loyalty for JD is taking you another.

During the mist of all of this your mom had come in your room and found it smelling of cigarettes and as much as you tried to convince her you weren’t smoking she would believe you and grounded you making you go to your grandmas so you’ve been gone all weekend with no reconciliation with JD. But much to your suprise when you come into your room back from your grandmas JD is there which takes you back a bit, “what the hell Y/N where have you been I called your room phone but it was disconnected I tried to come by and you weren’t here any of the times” he says this with a panic in his voice so much paranoia and you can sense that he’s trying to keep his control so badly and he comes up you grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hard and roughly his arm wrapping around your body and this kiss feeling very demanding and desperate. You try to pull away put he just tightens his grip on you making it clear your not going anywhere and eventually he lets you go for air but keeps holding onto you and brushes a hair out of your face. “Your not leaving me I don’t know what or who is in your head making you want to abandon me but no, I won’t let you.” He says the end with such seriousness which the rest like paranoid question statements and you take a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and brining both hands to his face “please JJ calm down what do I always say?” You calling him JJ immediately calming his exterior and he sighs “in through the nose put through the mouth” and you knod “I’m not going anywhere but you need to promise me you will try to control your emotions no one’s gonna take me from you I’m all yours”.

“Honestly I just get scared I’m gonna loose you and I guess some of the stuff I do can be a bit extreme but I would never ever hurt you and I don’t want you to think I’m a monster” he says and honestly you’ve never seen his gaurd down like this and you tuck a peice of hair behind his ear “your not a monster JJ you just…don’t see a place for the bad people in this world which isn’t really wrong it’s just complicated” he knods and picks you up laying down on your bed and laying you on top of him.

“You always come back daring~ never leave me again”

#jake sully #jason dean #jason dean x reader #jd #heathers musical #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #heathers 1989 #heathers #veronica sawyer #jd x veronica

[how-very-salty]

Just another cartoon sketch, coz i need to take my mind of my study. I'm tired...

#heathers #jason dean heathers #heathers musical #heathers the musical #jd x veronica #veronica sawyer #veronica #jdonica #jason dean #j.d. #sketch #art #adventure time #cartoon #crossover

[rinasunny]

#red eye 2005 #heathers 1989 #jason dean #veronica sawyer #jd x veronica #jdronica #jackson rippner #lisa reisert #jackson x lisa #problematic faves #or what jackson should've actually done

[crackedoutwalnut]

am i reposting this bc i uploaded it too late at night and it didn’t get traction ? mind your own business

This is THE JDonica song yall

western nights by ethel cain

He's never looked more beautiful

On his Harley in the parking lot

Breaking in to the ATMs

Sleeping naked when it gets too hot

I watched him show his love

Through shades of black and blue

Starting fights at the bar across the street

Like you do

#maybe i’ll do chansaw gibson girls #we’ll see #heathers #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #jdonica #jd #jdronica #jason dean #heathers the movie #kurt kelly #ram sweeney #chansaw #jason dean x veronica #jd x veronica

[youaintnothinbuta]

OKAY SO I WAS THINKING JD X READER WHO HATES HIM AT FIRST BUT ENDS UP FALLING FOR HIM? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE LOVE YOUR WORK BTW💗

“I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Summary: you and Jd are partnered for a school project.

Pairing: reader x jd

Word count: 896

Warnings: fluff, probably spelling mistakes/typos

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“Get a load of this. I got paired with trench coat kid for our history assignment. Kill me now.” You ranted, joining your best friends in the hallway, walking to the cafeteria.

“Trench coat kid? Ouch.” Jd pretended to be insulted, accidentally bumping into you in the cafeteria. Your friends continued to your table, you glaring at them as they left you with Jd.

“God, why are you so weird?”

Jd flashed a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I prefer fascinating.” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes, "fascinating. How very.”

Undeterred by your dismissive attitude, Jd continued, “Look, I know you don't like me, but we're stuck together for this history project. Can you quit it with the Heather attitude just while we have to work together?”

You sighed, realizing he had a point. As much as you disliked the idea, you were a straight-A student, more or less, and this project wasn’t going to change that. Besides, at the very least, you’ll get to hang around some male company that isn’t Kurt or Ram for once. “Fine,” you grumbled, “but don't expect me to become your new best friend or anything.”

Jd grinned. “Fair enough. Let's meet up at the library after school, and we can start working on the project.”

You gave him one last look, before pushing passed to meet your friends at your table.

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After the final bell rang, you made your way to the library. Jd was already waiting, sitting at a table near the back. He had his nose buried in a book, seemingly engrossed in its contents.

As you approached, Jd looked up and smiled warmly. “Glad you could make it,” he stood up, pulling out the chair beside him for you. You sat down beside him, slightly surprised by his chivalrous demeanor. “Yeah, well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge,” you replied, earning a small chuckle from Jd.

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Two days ago you and Jd started your project together, in the library. You spent most of the time making snarky comments at him, however he stayed undiscouraged by your remarks, leaving you with a particular curiosity you’d not felt before. Anyway, the two of you agreed that it’d be better to continue working on it at your house, because you were constantly being shushed by the librarian.

“Where’s your parents?” Jd asked as you walked him though your house, upstairs to your room.

“It’s a Thursday. Their date night. But it’s more like a date afternoon because my mom likes to be in bed by nine thirty.”

“Nine thirty,” Jd, raised an eyebrow, laughing, “wild child.”

“Yeah, I get it from her, can’t you tell?” You joked.

Jd laughed, sitting on the floor, pulling his textbook out his backpack. You sat beside him, taking out the work you two started the other day. Just as you were about to get started, the phone on your bedside table began to ring. You inhaled deeply, waiting for it to ring out.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Jd asked.

“No. It’s either Heather, Heather, or Heather.”

Jd took a moment to think, “You’re not really one of them, are you?” The way we spoke was gentle. Usually every sentence he speaks contains at least one sarcastic punch, but he was tender with his words this time, something you’d not heard before.

“Well, my name isn’t Heather.”

“You don’t like them, do you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “I don’t.”

Jd stared at you for a while, you stared back at him, not in a competitive way, just trying to read the others gaze for a moment.

“Why do you do that to yourself? Involve yourself in them, I mean? Why?”

“Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit. I can’t exactly just say no.” You gave him a small smile, “but it’d be nice to have someone around that wasn’t a mythic bitch.”

Jd laughed softly, “what about McNamara? She seems tolera—“

“Ugh!” You shouted.

“Woah. Forget I said that, Christ.”

Once again, your telephone rang.

“I can’t stand this! Ho-how does someone end up in this situation- I shoved away my real friends for what?” You ranted, on and on, over the sound of the phone, “I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before—“

Jd shushed you with the first thing that came to mind. A kiss. As his lips gently connected to yours, you were momentarily taken aback. His unexpected gesture silenced your rambling, leaving you both in a state of quiet astonishment.

When he pulled away, you blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The room was filled with an unusual tension, and the air crackled with unspoken words. You looked at Jd, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

Jd's expression mirrored your confusion, but there was a newfound vulnerability there. “I... I didn’t know how else to shut you up,” he stammered. You stared at him, your mind racing. In that instant, you realized that Jd wasn't just your sarcastic and weird project partner anymore. There was something that had been building between you two. Perhaps it was the shared frustrations, the longing for genuine connections, or simply the way he had seen through the facade you put on for the world.

#reader x jd #jd heathers #jd x veronica #jd x you #jd fanfic #jason jd dean #jd x reader #heathers the musical #heathers jd #heathers fluff #heathers #jason dean heathers #jason dean x reader #jason dean #jdronica #jd #veronica sawyer #jd x y/n #y/n x jd

[queer-cosette]

boyfriend who's obsessed with grilled cheese but it's JDonica

#incorrect heathers quotes #fake tweets #heathers 1988 #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jdonica #jd x veronica #veronica x jd #jdronica #source: tumblr

[saveme-storybrooke-potc]

I love this off-Broadway musical

#heathers #heathers the musical #heathers off broadway #veronica sawyer #jd x veronica #seventeen #can't we be seventeen? #i love them so much #honestly better than the movie because it delves more into their relationship #and how jd became more of a psycho #especial with the lyrics #Heathers

[we-were-meant-to-be-one]

One Final Time

JDronica post-canon - brief mention of sex, angst, hurt/no comfort.

It had been a handful of months since JD’s stunt. Veronica had convinced herself she was over it. She wasn’t. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was miles from it. She thought about him whenever she saw something bright blue. She thought about him whenever she saw a cigarette. When she saw a gun. A motorcycle speeding down the road. Corn Nuts. She thought about him every time she passed Heather’s house on her way to and from school. She thought about him every time she went to the woods behind Westerburg High. She thought about his smell, his funny smile, his laugh, his stupid coat. She also thought about what a dickhead he was. He killed 3 people. Correction: they killed 3 people. But he was a part of it. He was the mastermind. He gave her ich luge bullets. If only she had taken German. He must’ve thought he was a genius, sneaking something like that in. She had only figured out the meaning after his death. She wished she had found out before Ram and Kurt were dead.

She had snuck into his room the night after his suicide. She took in his hamster. She didn’t know its name, so she went with Snappy. Jason had talked about him, but never mentioned a name. She had to take Snappy, since God knows Bud wouldn’t take care of the poor thing. Veronica couldn’t collect herself enough to rummage through his room, though. Snappy was all she had the capacity to find.

Her thoughts of Jason had been subsiding, though. Of course, she’d probably never forget him, but she wasn’t thinking of him every day like she used to. She considered it an improvement. The days ticked by, until she reached February 13th. The day before Valentine’s.

Jason was never the romantic type. He bought her slushes from time to time, but that was about it. They never went on traditional dates. He said he loved Veronica in cryptic ways. His favorite was to tell her that their love was God. Whatever the fuck that meant. Jason was more of a physical boy. He always wanted to touch her. He was always trying to have a quickie with her between classes in the janitor’s closet. Their first time together, in her backyard, was the only time she’d truly felt loved during sex. Her 8th grade boyfriend and her one boyfriend after that had very little regard for her comfort. Jason was rough, without a doubt, but he tried to keep her comfortable. Thinking of sex with him made her shiver, both in a good and bad way. She remembered when their relationship was spiraling and everything was coming to a close. He had kissed her involuntarily twice. Once when she broke up with him and again in the boiler room. She didn’t like to think about it. She broke away both times, but was conflicted. Of course, she was disgusted, but she still liked those kisses a little. One last indicator that he was hers and she was his. Even if it was against her will.

It hurt her heart to know they’d never celebrate a Valentine’s together. Even if he wasn’t romantic, Veronica was sure he’d get her a flower or chocolates. Snappy Snack Shack typically sold those shitty chocolates in heart-shaped boxes. Maybe he would have gotten her one of those.

Here she was, sitting on her couch. February 13th. The day before Valentine’s. A day she’d never spend with Jason Dean. She had no plans. She didn’t have a date or a party to go to. Veronica rose from the couch, going upstairs to her room. She sat on her bed and grabbed her diary from its hiding spot between her mattress and headboard. Thumbing through the pages, she landed on the one she was looking for. The first day after spring break. She wanted to see what she had written there.

As she read through, her eyes welled with tears. Past Veronica had mentioned this “dark horse”, how handsome and funny he was. How he had pulled that thing with Ram and Kurt. How he seemed like he didn’t give a fuck. How he was a “cool guy”. If only Past Veronica knew what she did. He was funny and handsome, but he was a monster. How he would go on to kill 3 people with her. How he would try to kill hundreds more in one big explosion. A tear dropped onto the page. Veronica shut the book and put it back in its spot. She wanted to see his room for the last time. She wanted to feel a little bit of him before Valentine’s.

She left her house, telling her parents she wanted to grab something at Snappy’s. She walked down the block, past Heather’s house. Past Snappy’s. Past Westerburg High.

Eventually she stopped. She stood in front of the tree next to his window. Making her way up the tree, she hoped the window was unlocked. She reached the top and pulled the window up. She transferred herself onto the window sill and gazed into his room. His room was silent and cold. It was in the state it had been the last time she entered. Except some of the drawers were opened and there were papers scattered everywhere. Bud. He must’ve been rummaging through Jason’s drawers. For what, Veronica didn’t know. She assumed he wanted booze money. She hoped he got it. She wanted him to drink himself to death.

She inhaled and prepared herself. Gingerly setting one foot on the floor below her, she followed with the other. She was standing in his room. She made her way deeper. She didn’t know what she was doing there, really. She just knew she needed to be there. She walked towards the bed and sat down. The mattress sunk under her and made a quiet squeak. His bedspread and pillows were nicely arranged. Veronica looked down at her lap. Her hands were trembling. She knew she could cry at any moment. Looking to her right, she saw a paper on his nightstand. It was in what she presumed to be his handwriting. It fluttered in her hands when she picked it up. The first three words took her by surprise.

“To my love”

This paper was… for her. Her hands shook more. She had to read it, even if it killed her inside.

“First, I think you’re alive. That noose was way too loose. I could tell. I didn’t have the heart to tell you I knew. Moving on, this is my suicide note, I guess. I’m sure I’ll never give it to you, especially if everything goes according to plan. We’re going to die together, along with every student and teacher at Westerburg High. The school will be ash, along with us. Poetic.”

Anger welled up in Veronica’s heart, quickly replaced by sadness. Her hands were gripping the paper so tight it was wrinkling. She loosened her grip. Glancing to the next paragraph, she noted that the handwriting was visibly shakier.

“V, you’re the love of my life. I know it doesn’t seem like it. I know I’ve done shitty things. I know I’m about to do something even shittier. I know I can’t control myself. I know I’m a bad person. But I also know that this is the only way I cope. Veronica, I accept that you won’t understand. That’s okay. I love you. If there’s a heaven, I hope you go to it. I know I won’t. I hope you and every other student have a wonderful time up there. Maybe they’ll host a dance. A prom, even. A prom in heaven. Veronica, I’m not sorry for what I’m doing. I never will be. I’m aware it’s wrong, but it’s what I must do.

Seeing you in the cafeteria on my first day opened my eyes. I saw a beautiful girl trapped by her status. You needed my help. You needed to see what I saw. I needed you to see what I saw. You’re beautiful, darling. I love you. I hope you miss me. I wish I could kiss you one last time.

By the way, my real answer to that stupid question you asked me for Heather’s lunchtime poll is this: I’d spend it with you, doing whatever you’d like. We could spend our last day at Snappy, if that’s what you wanted.

Our love is God,

Jason Dean”

Next to his name was a poorly drawn heart. The tears began to fall. Veronica tossed the paper aside, not wanting to soak it. She stared at her hands. Tears dripped onto them. She let out quiet sobs. She had to hold back in case Bud was home. JD loved her, in his own fucked up way, to the end. And she still loved him. He was a deplorable piece of shit, but he was hers. And she was his. She’d never see him again. Veronica bent down and grabbed the paper, folding it gently. A few tears fell onto it and the ink smudged a little. She put it into the pocket of her blazer. She tried to stand up, but collapsed back onto the bed. Fuck it. She began sobbing louder than she ever had. She curled into a ball, grabbing his pillow. Holding it against her face, she smelled his shampoo. She’d never hold him again.

He was gone.

#farewell fellow heathers enthusiasts <3 #heathers #jason dean #heathers movie #jd heathers #jd #jd x veronica #veronica sawyer #jdronica #jdonica

[heatherz-trash]

The world needs more heathers aligment charts tbh

#heathers #heathers musical #heathers movie #heathers memes #heathers 1989 #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd #heather duke #heather chandler #jd x veronica #veronica x jd #kurt and ram #martha dunnstock #heathers meme