#yandere!jd

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

⠀ 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 yandere!jason dean 𝒙 female!reader

「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 in which you try to break up with jason dean, but you find that doing so is a lot harder than you anticipated.

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 man-handling, murder / death, manipulation, toxic / abusive relationship, unconsensual kissing, threatening, swearing, generally psychotic behavior, implied / referenced stalking, general yandere themes.

「 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 」 1.2k

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this one's a bit on the shorter side, but it was fun to write!

"You killed her."

Those were the only words you could think to utter staring at your deranged ex-partner. "You fucking killed her, didn't you?"

In spite of your current rage and distress, all J. D. could seem to do was offer you a devilish grin and a smirk. "Well, I wouldn't say killed her, just... I put her out of her misery, is all. Charity work, really."

"You did it. You murdered my best friend. Do you think this is a joke?"

"Well, it is quite funny, if I do say so myself."

You weren't quite sure what you were feeling at the moment. Anger was one thing, but heartbroken, too, for you had lost the person that was closest to you.

And yet, your inner turmoil aside, you felt a terrible, terrible smile slither its way across your face - a not because you were happy by any stretch - the situation you found yourself in was by no means one that'd cause you any feelings of joy - but simply because you had no idea what else to do.

"She was right. I should have stayed away from you. You're not a rebel. You're fucking psychotic."

"Well, you say tomato, I say 'to-mah-to'."

You grated your teeth together. "Just get out, J. D." You were much too tired to play any of J. D.'s mind games. You just wanted him gone. And for a moment - for one beautiful moment - he seemed to consider doing what you asked. But, alas, he was never one for folding so easily.

"No."

You drew in a sharp breath. "Excuse me?"

J. D. took a step closer to you. You held your ground, hoping to give off the impression that you weren't intimidated by what he might do; you knew he had a loaded gun on him, and his unpredictable nature didn't ease your racing heart.

"I'm not leaving, and you can't make me."

"J. D., this is my house."

"Well, technically it's your parent's home, and I doubt you want to get them involved, unless you'd like two more of your loved ones with their brains blown out."

You stiffened, your throat tightening up. Upon your lack of a response, J. D.'s mouth curled into a wicked smile. "That's what I thought. Now, how about we both go out to 7-11 and grab a couple of slushies?"

J. D. outstretched his arm in order to grasp your hand, but just as your fingers brushed, you jerked backwards. J. D.'s smile faded.

"Y/n - "

"I'll call the cops - I'll fucking call the cops on you, J. D.!"

J. D. raised an eyebrow and began nodding. "The cops?" He inquired. "Tell me, when they arrest me, do you think they're going to ignore the fact that you somehow knew for a fact that I killed Heather, Kurt, and Ram? What proof do you have that doesn't incriminate yourself? What will you say when they ask you how you know it's me? You wrote the letters."

"Yeah, well I didn't murder people!"

A strangely exuberant laughter escaped J. D.'s lips. "You didn't, did you? Then you didn't give Heather that mug of liquid drainer? And you also didn't shoot Kurt?"

You paused briefly, thinking of a quick defence. "Well I didn't know that was the wrong cup! And Kurt - I was just so shocked - "

J. D. took a step forward. You took a step back. J. D. grinned. He continued his approach until you inevitably collided with the wall, letting out a small gasp. "Admit it, Y/n!" He trapped you with his arms. "You say I'm evil, but look in the mirror! We're the same! We both do fucked up shit, and we like it! I saw that look on your face when Heather died. You were glad."

"We are not the same. I did not want them dead. Whatever you thought you saw in me when Heather died, it wasn't there. You're delusional, J. D. Now, I'm calling the cops, so don't even try to - "

"You can't call them. You know that. The moment you do your parents would be dead - and, besides, you know you couldn't pay to have a lawyer send me to jail. I know your parents wouldn't be able to afford it."

He was right. And you hated him for it. You didn't even ask how he knew your family wouldn't have sufficient funds - at this point, you'd be surprised if he didn't know something about you or your personal life.

"Well, I'm not coming with you, no matter what you'd do. I'd rather - "

J. D. didn't allow you to finish, forcefully swallowing your words with the press of his lips. The kiss was anything then what it should have been - it was greedy, feverish, demanding. You didn't have so much as a moment to breath as J. D. devoured you, leaving you terribly, terribly breathless. His icy fingers tug into your skin, surely leaving bruises, and you shuddered at the feeling of his wandering hands along your exposed skin.

J. D.'s kisses now were not what they once were. A million years ago, they sweet and tender, a warm interlocking of souls on a cold winter's day. They were beautiful and wonderful and tasted of nothing but kindness and thoughtfulness. But this one was nothing like the ones you'd experienced in the past. It was hungry, rough as J. D. pressed you plush against him, searing as opposed to warm, poisonous as opposed to tender.

It was after what could only be described as an eternity that J. D. pulled away, staring at your dizzy self with a satisfied expression upon his face.

Because, at last, here you were, like a bird with clipped wings, caught in J. D.'s trap, the one you'd unknowingly watched him craft bar by bar.

You froze as you felt two arms slither around your waist, firmly pulling you to J. D. He liked you like this - he could practically smell the fear radiating off of you, and it was intoxicating. Neither slushies nor cigars could compare to the high he felt from your presence.

"You're not leaving. You can't. And, besides, I'd kill you if you did." He let out a satisfied sigh. "I worship you - can't you see that?" You shivered as J. D.'s warm breath tickled your ear. "We were meant to be, darling. There was a reason we met... you were made for me."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as J. D. slowly let you go, grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. You naturally diverted your gaze.

J. D. grabbed your arm and squeezed it tightly, causing you to let out a small yelp. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you obliged, your stomach knotting when you caught the dark glimmer in J. D.'s eyes. It was then that you knew - knew that you'd never once be free again, knew you'd be forever bound to J. D.

"We're going to fix this fucked up world together, Y/n."

© do not translate, steal, or repost any of my works elsewhere without consulting me and gaining my consent.

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[froggywritesstuff]

boyfriend | yandere! j.d.

Pairing: yandere!JD x g/n!reader

Warnings: yandere themes, toxic and unhealthy relationships, gas-lighting and manipulation, self harm, non-consensual kissing, strangling, kidnapping, mentions of suicide mentions of anxiety, swearing (please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these), this isn't proof read

Fandom: Heathers

Request: me

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please understand that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

'Ring, ring, ring, ring, r-' a sickly feeling took place in your stomach at the sound of your alarm. Anxiety filled your body at the thought of going to school. You just couldn't bear another day of being with JD. Which was saying something, considering the majority of people who attended Westerburg High made it seem like it was their goal to make everyone's life a living hell. Yet you were sick to your stomach with anxiety at the idea of seeing your boyfriend of all people.

Quickly devising a plan, you stumbled out of bed, the lack of tiredness you felt was disturbing, considering you barely got a wink of sleep the night before. You pulled open your closet door, carelessly pulling out an outfit, and changing into it. 

"Y/N, are you up?" you heard your mother shout from the dining area. Hiding the worried tone in your voice as best as you could, you replied, saying yes. You grabbed your school bag, slinging it over your shoulders as you made your way into the kitchen, quickly shoving a piece of bread in the toaster, before waiting for it to cook.

Maybe it was the overwhelming anxiety you felt, or the toaster was just taking an extra long time to do its job, but whatever it was made it seem like forever before the piece of toast popped out of the toaster. Anxiety took over as your mind raced, worrying about all the things that could potentially happen in the time it took for the toast to finish, ranging from your boyfriend appearing out of thin air and finding some new way to mess with you, or your mum asking you if you were ok, resulting in you bursting into tears in front of them and having to explain what was wrong or quickly think up an excuse. Finally, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of toast popping up. You quickly grabbed the piece, wincing at the hot feeling against your fingers, before hurrying toward the front door.

Calling out a quick goodbye to your mother, you shut the door behind you, before turning to your side before hurrying around your house, re-entering through the back door. Lying to your mum didn't feel good, but you figured it was better than having to endure whatever would come your way at school. After a few weeks of dating JD, you found yourself almost always feeling unsafe at school. Always feeling like someone was watching you. Not one second would pass where you wouldn't feel the anxiety growing in the pit of your stomach at the thought of your boyfriend. At the moment, your home was the only safe place for you, but even then you still worried about JD magically appearing at your front door. Weeks ago, if someone had told you that you would be going as far as skipping school to avoid JD, you would've laughed in their face. JD, who you couldn't stop staring at the first day you saw him? JD, who always had butterflies swarming in your stomach from just one smile? JD, who always knew how to comfort you when you were down? JD, who you honestly thought was your true love? Well fuck me dead, JD's a fucking manipulative psycho.

You hated to admit it. But even more than that, you hated admitting that some part of you still loved him. He terrified you. He constantly made you feel worthless when you were with him, yet you still loved him? Over the span of a month he completely isolated you from whatever friends you had, manipulated you into thinking he was the only person you needed, manipulated you into thinking that he couldn't live without you; even going as far to hurt himself in front of you. Yet part of you wanted to ignore all of that, and live 'happily ever after' with him. You knew that could never happen with him. Happily ever after with JD didn't exist, unless you wanted to throw away your life.

With a sigh, you felt some of the weight lift from your shoulders as you dropped your school bag on the floor, kicked off your shoes before climbing back into your bed. You knew running wasn't the best answer to your situation, but it at least gave you more time to think about what you would do when you next saw him. 

Since dating JD, you quickly learned that he was possessive. At first, you tried being positive, and found it endearing. Was the idea of someone liking you so much that they were a little bit protective of you so bad? No, it wasn't. But JD wasn't 'a little bit protective'. You figured that out when you would catch him glaring at anyone who looked at you, let alone talk to you. But whenever you tried bringing up his possessiveness, protectiveness, or even just the glaring thing, he'd become defensive and find some way to act like the victim, showing you the cuts on his arms and say that he's just scared of you leaving him.

So confronting him wasn't the way to go about it.

There wasn't much left of the school year left, so you considered ghosting him, ignoring him until he got the hint, not speaking a word to him so he couldn't even try and manipulate you back in a relationship. But even with that idea, you didn't know how far he was willing to go. For all you knew, he'd have no trouble cornering you with a knife in his hands just to be with you.

The sound of a car engine outside your house made you flinch and sit up from your bed. Your breathing was heavy as you hurried out of the bed and raced to the window closest to the direction from where the sound came from, sighing in relief to see it was just your mother leaving in her car.

Whatever relief you felt before instantly vanished at the familiar sound of a slushie being slurped through a straw.

"You know, when I didn't see you at school, I figured you were sick or something, cause why the hell else would you leave me alone. But now I'm worried you might just be avoiding me.”

Your heart hammered in your chest at the sound of his voice, and you didn't dare turn around to face him as you replied, "Get out of my room." your voice was calm, contrasting to how you were feeling.

”So you are avoiding me.”

”I just don’t wanna talk to you right now.” you contemplated saying ‘right now’ but figured it was probably the safest option.

Your blood boiled at JD’s scoff, “I’m your boyfriend, Y/N, why the fuck wouldn’t you wanna talk to me?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned around, facing JD with a glare, “Well I don’t want you to be my boyfriend anymore!” you shouted, an uneasy feeling forming in your stomach at how unfazed he looked at your comment.

”That’s crazy, you don’t-“

”Yeah, I fucking do! You-you’re manipulative, you’re controlling, I-I can’t remember the last time I felt happy being with you!”

His confidence faltered at that, “What do you mean, you’re not happy with me? Of course you’re happy. You love me.”

A shaky breath escaped your lips, “I do. But I know I shouldn’t. You’re a really bad boyfriend JD. Which is why you need to leave.”

You felt a shiver throughout your body as he set down his slushie and began walking toward you, “I'm not gonna leave, Y/N." your throat tightened when he came closer, backing you up against the wall, his cold hands cupping your face tightly as if to let you know you couldn't leave. You couldn't run or avoid him this time. Just the thought of that made you feel sick, "I'm your boyfriend. Which means I won't leave you. And you won't leave me either." with that, he smashed his lips onto yours, your muffled cries of protest only making him deepen the kiss. Your hands wrapped around his wrists, desperately trying to pull them off your face, using your nails to dig into his skin, until finally he pulled away, looking at you with a smile, making you feel even more uneasy.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked, his innocent tone making your blood boil.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shouted, hot tears streaming down your face.

"What's so wrong with wanting to kiss your partner?" he asked, his smile turning to a smirk at your upset expression.

Gathering up all your strength, your hands pushed against his chest causing him to stumble, giving you enough time to sprint past him and through the door. You figured you must've been pumped up on adrenaline from how angry you felt, because you knew you'd never be able to push him off of you like that under normal circumstances.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you down the hallway. Heart racing, you feared you'd never make it to the front door. You didn't want to think about what would happen to you if you didn't. 

You reached your arm out in front of you, gripping onto the door knob and pulling open the door, before it was immediately pushed shut. You winced as you saw JD's hand pressed against the door. Reluctantly, you turned around to face him. He didn't look like he was gonna open the door anytime. With a tired sigh, his hands slid down to your neck, his grip gradually getting tighter.

"You know, we could've just talked this out like a normal couple would, but you're the one who ran away from me. You brought this on yourself, Y/N."

Your hands began scratching at his as you felt the air slipping away from you. Every move you made to push him off you was futile against his strong grip, and you swear he was smiling because of it.

"Don't worry though," he began, "I'm not gonna kill you. I'd kill myself before I'd let you die." So far you were still worrying, "I just need you to be unconscious so I can take you away from here." He definitely wasn't very good at calming you down.

His figure became blurry and you couldn't tell if it was from the tears in your eyes or if you were starting to go unconscious. 

You couldn't even react when he let go of your neck, letting you fall to the ground as your head collided with the tiled floor. Black began crowding your vision, and JD's voice filled your ears before you finally went unconscious.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, Y/N. Like a good boyfriend does."

buy me a coffee <3

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[ilovelyneysm07]

I don't know why, but I feel like a relationship with Vox would basically be "Meant to Be Yours" of Heathers: The Musical. Vox gives me JD vibes if you try to leave him. (I was listening to the Heathers soundtrack while drawing and it popped into my head. That's crazy)

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel headcanon #there's no way in hell that you can have a healthy relationship with that man #sorry to break it to you #/lighthearted #he's the type of guy that builds a fckin bomb just so you don't leave him /j #basically jd #Heathers is one of my favorite musicals #tw.yandere #its kinda yandere if you think about it #sorry about it #it's very obvious that Vox is a possessive jealous obsessive controlling manipulative annoying son of a bitch /hj

[trancylovecraft]

Headcanons for Yandere JD from Heathers the musical?

(HEATHERS) YANDERE! JD x READER: Headcannons

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Okay, JD, This maniac.

I headcannon JD to be an Obsessive, Possessive, Violent and perhaps even a bit Manipulative and Delusional.

Obsessive in the way that its.. Well, It's JD! After a life of moving from place to place after his mothers death, He's become lonely. So when you come into his life, Willing to cure that ailment, JD is instantly all over you. He's not really obsessive about you, But the idea of you if that makes sense.

Possessive in the way that it ties into the last point, You're his only source of social interaction. You're his only friend and JD is not going to let anyone take you from him. You're HIS, Not anyone elses.

Violent in the way that JD get's absolutely livid if you do try to leave him. I mean, He tried to blow up westerburg for fucks sake! He's unstable and will get real volatile if you do try to get away.

Manipulative in the way that JD plays to your emotions. He'll make you feel guilty over the people he's killed, He'll make you feel like shit for trying to leave. Perhaps he'll even get you to assist in these murders, JD loves you but you must understand that this is just how he shows his love!

And Delusional in the way he believes that the entire world is against him, That it's all evil. But not you, You're an angel! You're the good in-between all the dirt, That's why he loves you so much! You can do no wrong in his eyes, Even if you do get a little bit confused sometimes..

I can see JD falling in love with you in a few ways.

The first is where you're an outcast like him, A social loner who doesn't really have anyone to talk to at break times. You're nice but you're quiet, Keeping to yourself.

I can see JD latching onto you after a single interaction. Maybe he drops something and you pick it up for him, Maybe you lend him a pen during class. Either way, It's the single domino to the catastrophe that will come later.

The second way is where you're popular, Really popular. So much so that you're part of the Heathers. Maybe you and Chandler have a history and that's why you're with them, But either way you follow beside her as one of the queen bee's in school.

But you're not mean, You're kind. Maybe you welcome JD into the school once he joins, Maybe you just say hello to him in the halls everyday. And this is enough for him, He becomes infatuated with you.

I'm going to go with the second option.

So you're a heather, You go to parties, You date, You do all the stuff a heather is expected to do. But it's not your style, You're only with them because Chandler was your friend growing up and you were hot enough to stay with her in the group.

But you make do. You're nice to everyone you meet, That's more your speed. You lead the student council, You organise school events and you make sure everyone has a good-time.

It's a good change of pace from all the stuff that comes with The Heathers. You have a decent life and it's future is looking pretty bright, With your good grades and status as the student council leader, You're destined to get into a good college.

Until JD turns up at the school.

It's pretty rare to get a student show up half-way through the year, And it'd be a pretty stressful time too. So you make sure to search him out and welcome him in here with open arms, You would've wanted that if you were in his scenario at least.

So you search him out, Helps that you and him share a class together. And before the bell rings, You find him early in his seat just getting ready for class.

And you walk up to him despite his rather cold demeanour, You introduce yourself to JD anyways and ask him how his first day was.

And JD is shocked.

Someone as pretty and popular like you greeting him? And in such a kind way? JD is at a loss for words, He's not usually welcomed with such warmth on account of his "bad-boy demeanour" and tendency to avoid crowds.

So when you welcome him to the school, Ask him how he's settling in. JD can't help but answer with a witty remark as an instant way to try strike up conversation.

And even though it doesn't last long due to the bell ringing and you needing to sit down and do your work, JD certainly can't take his mind or his eyes off of you. Looking at you more than the work in front of him.

He's the kind of yandere that gets interested fast, Not needing a second interaction to spike his interest. JD can already tell that you're perfect, An angel in your own right. He doesn't need any more confirmation.

Afterwards, Yeah, He's hooked!

After that, JD starts to follow you around just far enough so that you don't notice him. In school or out of it, He's just got to know more.

He eventually learns where you live after he follows you home one day. He learns what you like, Who your friends are. Your favourite flavour, If you have any pets or whether you drink coffee or tea.

Its all so perfect to him.

You start to find little gifts in your locker, Maybe a box of your favourite treats or even a flower that you're particularly fond of.

You of course, Being a heather means that you get a lot of attention from both guys and gals so receiving these things in your locker is not uncommon. Therefore you just go about your day, Maybe eating the treats of placing the flower in a pot.

JD begins to get violent, His tendencies starting to kick up. Anyone else that tries to ask you out, Anyone that you may sleep with, Anyone that you even just talk to gets a beat-down from the man himself.

I mean, How dare they try touch you? JD is by no means deserving of you and he knows it, But that doesn't mean everyone else is entitled either.

JD certainly tries to hang out in spots where you usually go just for the chance of seeing you, To maybe start another conversation with you.

By now you've definetly heard of what JD's been doing. Beating people up, The rumours spreading around about him. It freaks you out, Especially since a lot of the victims were your friends.

So you avoid him, Not wanting to anger him.

You know that JD is probably troubled. He's outcast with low social skills, He's joined the school half-way during the year and he's violent. You've heard the type and realise he probably has some home issues.

But you're not an adult, You're not professionally trained. You're just trying to get through high school, So you have no way to help him. It's not like you could get him any help, Westerberg is not known for it's counselling and you're not his friend so you don't think it's right of you to find him some.

JD for one, Is irked.

He doesn't deserve you in the slightest. Among the filth, The cruelty and the evil of the world you are the angel above them. JD is no better than everyone else, But he's certainly trying his best to get your attention.

He knows he'd be good for you, He knows he'd be the only one who'd be able to keep you away from all the dirt.

JD just wished you'd listen.

So he's gonna make sure you hear him now.

It's a completely normal morning, One day when you walk into school you're instantly bombarded with the news of a body being found in the ditch by the school.

You're horrified as you learn it to be one of the people you talk to often, Sometimes before and after class and within the hallways.

Its even worse to know that the body was mangled so viciously that the police suspected that it was a wild animal like a cougar that got to him, All before figuring out that it was a murder.

More victims pop up over the next few days, More and more bodies pile up. You're terrified, Horrified as they all were people you very much knew.

The next few weeks are tense and distrustful amongst the student body. You as the student council leader should know, As the majority of your school events have been closed due to safety reasons.

Somehow the school has been kept open despite all the victims being apart of their student body. Something about education reasons, You remember one of your teachers saying something about being too far into the school year.

People don't walk alone in the halls, Everyone looks behind their back. Everyone is suspicious of everyone, Mostly because nobody knows if the culprit is one of them.

Parties have started to die down. Not the crazy blow-out ones that you and the rest of the heathers go to, No, The people hosting them are too stupid to do so. But the ones with more common sense decide to just stop until all of this is over.

More and more bodies start to appear, One per week was the current rate. There have even been bets in your school to see who would be next, People rounding up the money. Its disgusting, It horrifies you.

Students have been instructed to walk home in groups. You comply as you walk home with Duke, Chandler and McNamara. You wanna stay safe, You wanna make sure you and your friends get home safe.

All until one day you enter your room, Greeting your parents at the door and going upstairs to your quarters. You only see that your bedroom window is cracked open before you hear the scream of a door slamming shut.

You near get whiplash from looking around so quick, Eyes widening as you stare dead at the face of JD standing in your room Blocking the door.

You can barely scream before he is on you, A hand covering your mouth while another snakes around your waist to form a twisted mockery of a lovers hold. All the while he tells you "It's just him!" "It's gonna be fine."

It certainly will not. Keep in mind the only interaction you two had was months ago, The rest was him beating the shit out of your friends. So you're horrified when he talks to like he knows you..

Thats when the realisation hits you.

You instantly start kicking and screaming in a desperate attempt to get out of his hold. JD tries to calm you but you do not listen anymore, He is the murderer that was terrorising your town.

Once you bite his hand and it relents, You beg for him not to kill you. You cry and scream for your parents, For him to let you go, For you to live!

JD doesn't understand why you're struggling so much, He knows he's not worthy to even touch you but he shouldn't be viewed like this! He should be your knight in shining armour.

JD knows that the people surrounding you have made you like this, Which is why he grabs the nearest blunt object, A lampshade, And bashes it over your head.

You instantly fall unconcious, If not too woozy to know what the hell is going on. JD catches you before you fall to the ground, Almost seeing it as a romantic gesture.

By now the commotion has alerted your parents, So JD throws you over his shoulder and makes his way back out through the window. Neither of you seen, No witnesses found.

This starts the domestic stage.

You wake up within an abandoned cellar. Its dark, Dusty, Cold and grotty. Spiders being common, Other invertebrates even more so.

The only things in there consist of debree, A makeshift bed of old blankets, A small box containg your belongings (And ones you dont remember keeping) and spiderwebs.

You try to get out but the old trapdoor keeping you in was in suprisingly good condition, And you had no tools to help break it down.

Its only hours after you've given up trying to break down the door, Huddled in the corner with your old dirty clothing does he finally appear.

You found out that he's keeping you in some old abandoned building outside of town that he so happened to have the key for. JD tells you that its not permanent, That he'll take you back once you've realised how shoddy the world is.

You of course, Are strong-minded and refuse to play in. But you can't fight back, Can't escape so all you can do is bide your time..

JD still goes to school to avoid suspicion, Making sure that nothing leads back to him. The outside world has deemed you a body they've yet to find.

When he comes home he always brings you your food and sometimes he brings you a gift too (Something that may help you escape). He also brings you a bunch of spare clothes too.

You're unable to shower since there is no running water anywhere, Your only source of hydration being the pack of water bottles JD brought for you.

JD only comes to see you before and after school, Him going home to sleep and him being in school are the only times he's away from you.

Whenever he is with you though, He keeps rambling on and on about his own plans. How horrid the world is but how amazing you were, Almost worshipping.

He also likes for you to give him physical affection, Him laying his head on your lap is a big thing for him. He'll force you to accept it too, Despite profusely apologising the entire time.

If the topic of another man or woman you particularly like comes into play, JD will instantly darken and get violent. He doesn't like it when you bring up someone other than him, You're his angel, Not theirs.

JD is unstable and might even strike you across the face for this, Not in control of his own actions. But straight afterwards once he sees you crying on the floor in pain. He instantly goes into hundreds and hundreds of apologies, So very sorry for harming you.

He won't forgive himself either, How dare he lay a hand on you?

If you do ever give into him fully then you will be let out of the basement. JD will forge a plan that would make it seem that you were held hostage/attacked, Lost and dazed (Depending on how long you were in there). Westerberg's police, Being underfunded as they are will not look into it.

You'd probably get back to school with a shit-ton of empathy and the man who found you, Now boyfriend, Hanging on your arm with a triumphant grin.

The only way I see you escaping this is to do what Veronica should've done and drive the fuck over to Seattle, Change your name and general appearance and never show your face in Sherwood again.

However if JD does catch you then its going to be messy. This man's violent tendencies will go on overdrive, He'll scream, Cry and may even kill you out of sheer unstable anger.

Of course if he does, He'd never forgive himself. So much so that he'd feel like joining you..

Overall he's JD. Yandere posterboy. Good luck with him!

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[famwhy]

Desperation

Yandere Jason Dean (JD)

Word Count: 3,583

Ready to rekindle your love for Heathers the musical?

Your eyes crinkled in sympathy as you witnessed your good friend, Jamie, get completely ignored by his long-time crush, Veronica, in favour of her swooning over the new kid beating up two jocks.

Your legs carried themselves over to his pitiful form, a low whistle drawing out from your lips when you reached his side as you both gazed at the back of the infatuated teen.

"Damn, buddy, tough luck." You patted the nerd's back, watching his shoulders shrink further into himself. "How long have you liked her now? Couple o' years?"

He sighed. "Yeah."

Another low whistle. "And she just falls for that dude straight away? Dammmnnn, and I thought my luck was shit when I bet on black and lost half my savings."

"You bet on black? What type of idiot bets on black?" He rose a brow.

"The hell do you mean 'what type of idiot bets on black'?! It's a 50/50 chance! What type of idiot gets rejected by their crush without even confessing first?!"

Cue the disheartened expression returning to his face and you suddenly feeling like that wasn't the right time for that joke.

"Shit, dude. Too soon?"

Another sigh left his lips.

"Cheer up, man. I mean, he doesn't reciprocate the feelings right? Seemed like he didn't when they spoke a bit ago."

Your words caused his expression to light up again. However, it wasn't lit up out of relief, no, it was lit up with an idea. You did not like that expression of his one bit.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed brightly. "You're right! And he won't ever be able to if you charm him first!"

"Wha-?!" Your eyes widened as he trained his gaze on you with a grin so bright, it was blinding. "Hold on! I never agreed to be your guinea pig!"

"Come on, pleaassee." His fingers intertwined with one another as he begged you. "You still owe me for all that money you borrowed."

You glanced at the new kid one more time, taking in his looks and mannerisms to assess whether or not you had been given a good deal.

Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you got a good deal, in return for a thousand dollars, you just had to charm one guy and keep him away from a girl.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Jamie cheered, launching himself into you so that he could wrap his arms around your neck in an appreciative hug. "Thanks! You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah, you obsessed little freak." 

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"Ah, shit." You cursed your luck.

Why exactly were you cursing your luck? Well, simple, because Veronica was about to make her way to the store the new kid was in so that she could pick up some snacks for the Heathers.

How did you know the new kid was in there? Let's just say you did a little... observing of his schedule.

The things people do to get out of debt.

Anyway, if they were in the same store, no doubt the new kid would approach Veronica out of interest from their earlier interaction.

You absolutely could not let that happen.

"What to do, what to do..."

You snapped your fingers, an imaginary bulb basically lighting up above your head.

"You sure you wanna get snacks from there, Veronica?" The brunette jumped as you approached her.

"Oh, Y/N, hey."

"'Sup."

"Sorry, uh, what was it you just said?" She looked a little confused. You didn't blame her, you never really approached her outside of school.

"I said, are you sure you wanna get snacks from that store, Veronica?"

"How did you-?"

"After all, you can't possibly be ready to face your bestie after what you just did to her right?" You sneered. "I can't imagine that bodes well with your subconscious."

Instantly, her expression faltered and her eyes filled with guilt. "I- I didn't..."

"Yeah, well, you did." You gave her a little glare. "And you can't be telling me you wanna see her again right after that. If I were you, I'd head to a different store."

"I-!" She looked ready to defend herself, but just one look at your scowl and she backed off. "Yeah, you're probably right."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, the atmosphere around her filling up with gloom.

Yikes, you may have overshot it there.

Oh well, Jamie could use that as an excuse to comfort her anyway.

You casted a glance to the shop, taking in a deep breath and praying your drama skills were good enough to get you through this. 

As you stepped through the doors, you immediately spotted your victim by the slushie machines. This caused you to, almost immediately, make your way over to him.

Once you were close enough, you acted like you were looking at the flavours, casting a sneaky side-glance his way to see he wasn't staring at anything in particular, before choosing your moment to strike.

"Y'know, for a new kid, you sure don't take shit from anyone."

Please work, please work, pleasework-

"Yeah? Well, you seem like the type to understand why." He smirked your way.

Holy shit- it actually worked.

"Greetings and salutations, my name's Jason Dean, though you can call me JD for short."

'Greetings and Salutations'? Dear lord, he's a weirdo-

"Y/N."

You reached out for his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Those were some good moves back there."

"Yeah?" He smirked your way. "You pick up on these things when you're constantly moving around."

"Ah, a parent's job?"

"Yup, my dad own a deconstruction company. You know the one on all those commercials where he goes-" he then proceeds to imitate the commercial you always saw on TV during every programme's commercial break.

"Must be tough moving so often, I could never imagine what it's like." Your head shook from side-to-side.

"Heh, yeah. I usually just stick to myself and refrain from making any bonds."

"How's that going for you this time around?" You sent him a knowing smile.

"Not too good so far." He reciprocated.

Okay, this conversation was moving at too much of a snail's pace for you. It was about time you sped things up.

"So, tough guy, you gonna ask me out or what?"

"So soon? Where's the fun in that?" JD's rough fingers ran through his hair, swishing his locks to the side as his grin never faltered.

"Oh," you slowly took a few steps towards him, basically swaying your hips as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body up against his before speaking in a breathy whisper, "there's plenty of fun in that."

His eyes grew half-lidded as he slid an arm around your waist, the slushie in his other hand practically forgotten. "Oh yeah? Sounds great..."

"But-!" You slipped out of his grasp, sending him a cheeky wink and a suggestive smirk. "You're right, there's no fun in that."

His dazed expression didn't let up as you continued on your way out of the store, casting a last glance over your shoulder to confirm that he did, in fact, still have a cloudy expression.

Lo and behold, he was still out of it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You're welcome, Jamie.

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"So did you do it?" Jamie was the first to approach you after the end of your first period class, bouncing on his heels in excitement. 

"Only time will tell, dear friend." Your voice dropped an octave and your expression turned serious.

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means my master plan has yet to give me desired results because it's just started." You rolled your eyes, making your way to your locker with your folders tucked tightly into your chest. 

"Have they met then?"

"Of course not, I was very meticulous. All I had to do was play with that little snake's feelings and- oh!"

Your steps screeched to an abrupt halt, causing your friend to crash straight into your back and stumble back a bit.

"Why is your back so sturdy-?"

"MIKE! BUDDY! PAL! FRIEND-O!" You tossed your arm around the person that caught your eye, your grin feigning cheer. "How are you doing?"

"What do you want?" The playboy narrowed his eyes in your direction.

"Well, you see, I happen to-." You didn't even need to finish your sentence for his eyes to start widening and your own smile to turn sinister.

"Shit, I should've known you would've gotten a hold of it. Fuck! Look, man, I don't have money on me, please. Gimme a day, I swear I'll get you the money you need to feed that sick obsession of yours."

"You better." Your expression darkened. "Or you can say bye-bye to that new car your parents promised you."

He shuddered, immediately rushing off. 

After that interaction, you and Jamie continued towards your locker, this time in silence.

Well, that was until you reached it of course. Jamie decided that was the perfect time to speak.

"You're still doing this, Y/N? Don't you think it's a little... excessive? This addiction has really messed with your head."

"I love you, Jamie, I do-" you shoved your things into the empty space before you. "-but you need to know when it's time to butt out of business that isn't yours."

You slammed the locker shut, jumping slightly when you noticed the new form that stood there, leant against your neighbour locker. "You have a minute?"

You immediately brought your act up again. "Of course~."

It was then that JD's eyes trailed to your friend's, narrowing at the shorter male in clear distaste. "Alone."

"Ruh-right!" He rushed off without a second thought.

"My, oh my," the spotlight was placed back on you. "So harsh."

"You 'love' him, huh?" Though, his narrowed eyes stayed narrowed. 

"Jealous, are we, Mr Dean?" Your fingers trailed up his torso, gently tracing his muscles through the thin line of fabric separating skin-on-skin contact.

Your touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat, the familiar expression he wore yesterday returning to his face. "You know, I wouldn't mind you being called Mrs Dean."

"Woah-!" You quickly pulled your hands a way. "A bit too soon, don't'cha think?"

"Weren't you the one who said there's plenty of fun in that?" He smirked, dipping his head closer to your own.

Get the fuck away, you lil' sh-.

The familiar chime of the bell caused you to breathe a quiet sound of relief. 

Saved by the bell really is a thing.

"Well, looks like we have to continue this conversation later."

You went to move away but were stopped abruptly by a tugging force on your wrist. 

"Oh no you don't," your back met with a rather sturdy chest, "you're not getting away like that again. Let's ditch together."

You gritted your teeth, cursing yourself at that exact moment for not using blackmail on Jamie when it came to taking money like you did with every other student. Damn that boy for making you soft.

"Fine. Where'd you wanna go?"

"7-eleven." He grinned, turning around and starting to walk out of the premises with you in tow, grip on your wrist never faltering for even a second.

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Once you arrived, he rushed over to the slushies, immediately buying two random flavours. 

"I didn't even tell you what I liked." You grinned in amusement as he gave you one. 

"Sometimes you gotta take risks in life y'know?"

"Okay, Mr. Bootleg Shakespeare."

He bowed with a little smirk. "In the flesh."

Okay, so that got a little chuckle out of you. He was still a weirdo though.

"So, I've heard quite a bit about you, y'know," he started off.

"Oh yeah?" You rose a brow. "Like what?"

"Like how... oh, I don't know, you're very keen on using blackmail to get what you want."

Almost immediately, your facial expression darkened.

"What's it to you?" 

"Nothing." He absentmindedly looked to the side. "I just find that really hot."

The drink came flying out your mouth. "I'm sorry- what?!"

"You heard me." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you in so close, you could feel his breath on your face. "I. Find. It. Really. Hot."

This guy was weird. Almost unnervingly so.

"Hm. Good for you." You slipped out of his grasp yet another time, sending him a playful smirk in response to his frown.

After that little interaction, you stopped speaking in favour of just hanging around in a comfortable silence.

Well... that was, until he spoke up once more.

"So, I've been thinking..." He trailed off. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm. Sure."

Had he not been so elated from the affirmation, you were sure he'd have realised how strange your response was.

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Some time passed and you spent so much time with JD, you barely got to see Jamie anymore.

But judging by the way you passed him by once, with the emo boy walking beside you, and he sent you a grin as well as a thumbs up; he didn't mind. Veronica beside him though? Now, she definitely had a problem.

Oh well, that's on her, not you.

"Y/N!" Oh, was that Jamie just now? "Y/N!"

"Hey Jamie, I haven't- woah!" You cut yourself off when he launched himself at your arm, clutching you so tightly, you could've sworn he stopped your blood flow.

"Y/N! You need to leave the new kid!"

So much for him being happy about your new relationship.

"He-he's psycho!" Jamie was panting really hard. "He threatened me to stay away from you! You need to leave him!"

"Aren't you the one who wanted me to get with him in the first place?" You rose a brow, priorities obviously not straight.

"Yeah, that was before I found out he was a psycho!"

"But isn't it in your best interests to listen to his threats instead of warning me?"

"Y/N, you are literally asking all the wrong questions right now . JUST LEAVE THE-!"

"Leave what?" A new voice piped up, causing Jamie to jump out of his very skin.

"Uhhhh..."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it was JD.

"Oh, great!" You beamed, fixating his gaze onto you almost immediately. "You're just on time. I needed to talk to you."

Both men looked at you with surprise. "Oh? What-?"

"I'm breaking up with you." Your expression fell flat within the next second, cold gaze trained on his figure.

"Wha-?" His face fell, eyebrows creasing as it seemed like his whole world fell apart before him. "Why?"

"I'm just not feeling it anymore." You stared at your nails, pulling off the whole disinterested thing way too well. "It's not me, it's you. See ya."

You took to turning around and walking off- or, at least, you wanted to before he seized your wrist.

"Yuh-you can't do this to me, baby." His eyes were blown wide, pupils shaking in his desperation. "I love you."

His attempts to make you stay were starting to get annoying. "Really now? Shame. Looks like you'll have to move on."

You ripped your arm from his grasp, sending him a glare as you did so. His grip was tight but thanks to your sudden movements, you were able to free yourself.

After that, you wasted no time in leaving him behind, gesturing for Jamie to follow you as well. The boy took one glance at the heartbroken expression on the new kid's face before gulping and rushing after you.

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Your footsteps echoed through the barren halls, the slurping of your slushie being the only other sound to accompany them.

The light of the moon was the only thing illuminating the hallways and keeping you from walking straight into a wall.

Why exactly were you at the school at night.

Well, you received a peculiar note when you got home from school earlier that day.

The contents?

Greetings and salutations darling,

I love you. I know you love me too. We are meant to be. The only reason you left me is because of that asshole who calls himself your friend. He's keeping you away from me. He made you blind, messed up your mind but I can set you free!

Meet me at the school tonight, your class. I'm waiting.

Yours forever and always,

JD

Now, you could fully ignore this note and just go about your life as normal, not even considering giving JD the time of day.

But...

He successfully caught your interest.

You were bored and your gambling addiction couldn't be satiated so you found temporary reprise in this little meeting.

Plus, there was always the fact that this was potential blackmail material-.

Your train of thought was halted when you reached the door of your homeroom, left hand leaving your pocket to push on the handle, swinging it open with a look of nonchalance.

Inside, you were greeted with quite the sight to behold.

Standing above a puddle of crimson, the lifeless eyes of your former good friend looking up at you in a permanent expression of horror.

Your lips parted from the straw as a low whistle drew out from them. "Damn, buddy, always did have such rough luck." 

"No thanks to you." The chuckle of a boy dressed in dark clothing reached your ears. "Oh babe, I find it so fucking hot that you didn't even fucking flinch at this."

His lips grazed your ear, shaky breath hitting you at uneven intervals as one of his arms looped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, the other reaching for your left hand and intertwining each of your fingers with his own. 

"Shit..." He spoke breathily. "Let's fuck up the world together, baby."

BONUS! FEAT. VERONICA AND THE HEATHERS

Veronica's blood boiled in her veins as she watched your fingers graze the arm of the new kid she was crushing majorly on, teeth gritting as he seemed to fall in a deeper pit of his own infatuation for you.

"Hey," she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper but her anger incredibly apparent. "Do you guys think we could... screw with Y/N somehow?"

"Y/N?" One of the Heathers spoke up, her hands adjusting the mascara on her eyes with a look of total concentration. "Why?"

"Because she stole the emo boy Veronica has a major crush on." Giggled the other two.

"Well," Heather Chandler scoffed. "I'm afraid we can't touch Y/N."

"Why not?"

"Oh, Veronica, you sweet, dumb, little girl." The brunette shook her head from side-to-side. "You've never come across her bad side."

"SHUT UP, HEATHER!" Chandler screamed at the girl clad in a green blazer before clearing her throat. "I'm telling Veronica."

The other girl whimpered out an apology.

"Anyway," the blonde rolled her eyes, "Y/N is a no-go for targeting. That girl has every dirty secret ever known to the whole school. Getting on her bad side is not just social suicide, it's real suicide."

"Real?" Veronica tilted her head to the side, attention now on the leader of the group.

"Yeah, do you remember Hailey?" 

Veronica rose a brow. "Who's Hailey?"

"Exactly."

The Heather with the yellow colour-scheme piped up. "She tried setting Y/N up to be jumped by a bunch of jocks but they told Y/N about her plans because she had dirt on them."

"What happened then?" 

"...she got rid of her." The blonde cut in once more. "Y/N got rid of Hailey, completely. She's a dangerous woman."

"A dangerous woman addicted to gambling. It's why she even has blackmail on everyone to begin with, so that she can take people's money and gamble it all away."

"Wow." 

"I know."

EXTRA BONUS! FEAT. JAMIE AND JD

Jamie had noticed some things. 

First of all; he, himself, was being noticed increasingly more. Although, not by the person he wants to or in the way he would like it to be.

JD, the new kid, was the one noticing him more. 

He would glare at the shorter male whenever he approached you. Fists clenched so hard he drew blood.

Something about the kid was fishy.

And this just confirmed it.

"I'm sorry- what?"

"Stay away from my Y/N." JD repeated himself, hand reaching into his pocket to pick out- was that a switch-blade?! 

"What the fuck?!"

"She's mine. I will kill you if I found out you disobeyed my orders."

'Disobeyed his orders' who the hell did he think he was? The fucking King?

Jamie needed to warn you; and fast.

Writing 'commercials' instead of 'adverts' is so weird-

Also, I had to slip in a few iconic lyrics y'all can't blame me-

In case you didn't notice, Reader's a bit of a sociopath in this. Thought it would be nice to change it up a bit.

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[ur-darling-deity]

You carved open my heart can't just leave me to bleed

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere J.D. & Veronica (2cd Place Prize)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Edited.

*Dedicated to @heywejustheretohavefum! Thanks for being so dedicated and being one of the people that originally got me back into fanfic writing. I'm basing this more off of the movie versions, although I put a little bit of musical Veronica into it :)

Y/n was never the most in-tune with the school drama, but she also wasn’t completely out of loop. She was grateful to be completely average to her classmates. She wasn’t popular, but she also wasn’t bullied. She was completely invisible and she preferred it that way.

That didn’t mean, though, that she hadn’t overheard the fury of the legendary ‘Heathers,’ raging about their recent recruit - Veronica Sawyer - snatching up a boyfriend they didn’t approve of. He was the stereotypical teenage dirtbag as far as Y/n could tell, and the news of the new couple was talked about everywhere.

Y/n tended to stick to the walls and corners of the school, but she’d even seen them a few times. They’d saunter through the halls so very nonchalantly and they seemed happy with one another. They seemed genuinely cool. Y/n had interacted with Veronica only once for a group project, and she knew that Veronica was smart and kind.

They made a nice couple.

So, why was Y/n hyper focusing so much? Was she only seeing things? It didn’t make sense.

Whenever she picked up her books from her locker and shut it quietly, she’d turn to see Jason Dean, or “J.D.” as he was referred to as, with his arm around his girlfriend as they chatted. And yet, both of their eyes would be glued to her figure. It made her jump the first time and she scrambled off the class, but now, it was expected.

It baffled Y/n to no end. But it didn’t end there.

She’d be sitting in her class, acutely paying attention, whether to be a good student or to stock up on notes for a distant but upcoming test to cram. And yet, shivers would roll down her spine. Y/n would glance over her shoulder unsurely and seize up instantly. 

Sitting in the back of the classroom would be Jason or Veronica or both. At first, Y/n was sure they were looking past her, but they made eye contact. Y/n would then look away, heart accelerating with anxiety. It was because of this hobby the couple picked up that Y/n realized she shared all of her classes with at least one of them.

Jason would always be leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, with a foot on his desk. His other would be tapping against the floor absent-mindedly. He always wore the same outfit. A trench coat, black jeans, and a teeshirt. He’d always have a smug, knowing smirk on his lips. Veronica, on the other hand, was preen and pristine. She sat up, paying attention to keep her legs shut due to the cultish blue skirt she wore. She’d have her head in hand, drumming her pencil against her notebook. And she’d be looking directly at me, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

It was odd. They had no reason to eye her constantly like that. Y/n was most certain they were staring right at her. She had no idea as to why, per se, and the idea that they were fascinated with someone they barely knew was insane, but she was sure none the less.

So, she sauntered into school on a random winter day. It was just entering January. The school was dismal, especially with the suicides that had sat and simmered like a pot. Everyone was watching, waiting, for another domino to fall. The most recent had been Kurt and Ram - two men she’d heard nothing but horror stories about.

It didn’t concern her whatsoever, though. She went to her locker and opened it, dropping in what excess materials she had. She swapped it out for what was needed, just like normal. She yawned, tired after a night filled with god-knows-what activities. All she knew was that Martha Dumptruck came over for a movie marathon, but that she passed out earlier than anticipated and it left no such memory of the event.

Life was normal.

But all that changed when she closed the locker door. She gasped, almost dropping her books. Her pen slipped from her grasp, but flawlessly, the man before her caught it. Right behind the door was Jason Dean, having leaned on his side against the locker. Attached at the hip with her arm interlocked with his was Veronica Sawyer, a polite smile playing at her lips.

Jason, a cigarette popping from between his lips, held the pen out to me. “I think you dropped this.”

Y/n gulped and furrowed her brows. Sure, they seemed cool, but she’d seen what Jason did when he or his girlfriend didn’t like someone. He beat them to a bloody pulp. And the stare they were giving her… it was far too intense. Uncanny. Frightening.

“Uh, thanks,” she managed. She paused after taking it, expecting one of the two to say something. But they didn’t. They just stared expectantly. “U - uh, I need to get to class. Sorry —“

“Class doesn’t start for another five minutes, darling,” Jason continued.

Veronica clicked her tongue. “Um, sorry, Y/n. We didn’t want to keep you waiting. We actually wanted to invite you over for a study sesh’ after school.”

They still stared so intently. Smiles were on their lips, but they were so creepy. Y/n knew her answer almost immediately, shaking her head profusely. “I - I’m sorry. I actually have plans with my friend after school.”

“Martha?” Veronica prodded gently her smile only widening in anticipation.

“Y - yeah.”

Jason sighed, picking the cigarette up between two fingers. He blew out some of the smoke. Veronica took it from him and took a breath of it. Jason pursed his lips before chuckling lowly. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear the news. It was on the morning station, you know. And wasn’t she with you last night?”

Y/n’s blood ran cold and she took a step back. Her heart was racing anxiously. “U - um, I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I mean, I’m not sure how you made plans with a dead girl,” Jason sneered almost venomously. “She killed herself last night. Walked home from your house, went to her room, and hung herself in her closet.”

“Jason!” Veronica scolded, almost playfully, nudging him. “I’m sorry you had to hear it from us, Y/n. Everyone found out this morning except you, I guess.”

Y/n’s face fell. It hurt that Martha fell in tow with the rest of those popular idiots. She shouldn’t have. Yes, she was bullied, but she had family and friends who loved her. She had a future. And it would be silly not to admit that she didn’t have a slight crush on the woman. It was genuinely heartbreaking and Y/n could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Uh, anyways,” Jason chimed,” you’re free after school, so… you’ll be comin’ with us up to Veronica’s place after school.”

“We’re looking forward to it, Y/n!” Veronica chirped, sending a beaming smile her way.

She didn’t even get the chance to tell them no or call them assholes for being so insensitive about her friend’s death by the time they walked off. Martha was Veronica’s friend too, once upon a time. But clearly, the popularity got to her head and induced the same brain rot it did everyone else.

Today wasn’t off to a normal start. Y/n knew that much. In fact, it was off to an awful start.

The day passed. She felt their eyes crawling over her form from the back of the classroom, just like always. But, this time, it irked her to no end. She couldn’t tell if she was more angry than afraid, but either way, the only impressions she held of the couple were negative. 

The moment the final bell rang, she darted out of her seat and began collecting her belongings. Y/n didn’t like that Jason and Veronica were both in her final class. It scared her to no end, and she wanted to get out as quick as possibly.

With her books tucked under her armpit, she made a mad dash toward the doorway. A few people thought it was odd, but she was grateful for the head start. She heard a few gasps and grunts, and Y/n connected the dots. The pair was hot on her trail. But there wasn’t anything they logically could do to convince her to go with her. Following her like a lost puppy would only aggravate, not persuade.

She went to her locker. She felt oddly terrified. Maybe it was because - one of them, at least - was popular and the other was batshit scary if you got on their bad side. But Y/n knew they’d been eyeing her for months. She always dreamt of having the confidence to saunter right up to them and ask what their problem was, but she never had.

She was in a rush as she shoved the necessary items into her backpack. She was almost hyperventilating, so very confused and worried. They didn’t seem upset with her in any way. But they also had no reason to give a shit about little ol’ Y/n L/n.

She slammed it shut. She was surprised to see that Jason Dean and Veronica Sawyer were nowhere in the vicinity, or so she could presume. But that worried her. They were obviously hot on her trail the moment she dashed out the classroom door.

She gulped and started down the hallways. She walked quickly, but the hallways were crowded. Everyone was heading out the front door, and she ended up amidst the crowd. Her heart pounded eerily within her chest, already on edge. She hated it further when all sorts of strangers were brushing against her shoulder and knocking into her.

She emerged from the entrance and spotted her bike. She turned left and headed toward her bike. She had never been more relieved to have sat on the seat and pulled out of the metal bike-holder. She didn’t even bother plopping her backpack in the basket in front of her.

“Woah! Watch it there.”

Y/n gasped and swerved. She thought she accidentally backed into a stranger, but she was more than unhappy to find out that it was Jason and Veronica. They both looked so friendly, and yet, there was something menacing about Jason as he planted his hand onto Y/n’s shoulder. Veronica circled and grabbed the handle tightly, although she maintained a chill and polite smile.

Both members of the party beamed at her and Y/n gulped. She was tempted to just peddle away, but she didn’t want to upset them. She could tell from their eyes that they were daring her to try and get away. And Y/n was petrified from head to toe.

“Did you forget? You’re coming over to study at my place,” Veronica chirped robotically, voice dripping with venom. “We can just put your bike on the back of my car, so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, come on, darlin’,” Jason agreed, grinning ear to ear mischievously. “It’s not like you were trying to make a run for it or anything, right? That’s now way to treat your friends.”

Y/n gulped and blinked. “U - uh, sorry, but I don’t really know either of you, so…”

“That’s hardly a way to look at it,” Jason argued.

Veronica agreed immediately,” This is the chance to get to know us.”

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. She was trembling head to toe, and it was clear that as Jason gripped her backpack tightly and Veronica stomped her foot on the bike’s front wheel, they noticed. Y/n’s grip on the handle bars tightened, painfully so.

“W - well, maybe some other time, but…”

“But what, Y/n?” Jason growled, although he maintained a cheerful, charming smile as he leered over the woman. Veronica leaned closer, too, her pedicured hand sliding over one of her own. “What, don’t tell me you just don’t want to hang out with us?”

“I - I just really want to be left alone, please,” she tittered, unable to meet either of their gazes. “I haven’t done anything to e - either of you, so I’m not sure why you’re doing this!”

“Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, darling.”

“Maybe if you came over,” Veronica insisted,” you wouldn’t be so scared of us, huh? We’re friends, remember? We worked on an assignment together and everything.”

“I’ve heard it’s fairly unhealthy to, uh, spend too much time alone, you know.”

Y/n couldn’t bare it anymore. Tears threatened to fall because, no matter how nee they acted, they were scary. And, despite how tightly both people were grasping onto her bike, she dug her heel into the ground and scooted her bike away and into the road. 

A car honked loudly, but she ignored it. Instead, she was almost petrified by the glares she received from the couple. They didn’t move to follow, and Y/n didn’t want to find out what they planned to do to her. She sped off at top speed, not looking back.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to her driveway. It was a quaint middle-class home. Only one of her parents was home, her father, since her mother was a working business woman who was busy most of the time. She had a nice family, though. Everything was normal. And that meant it was completely and utterly normal.

At least for a weekend, Y/n didn’t have to worry about the hell that would follow her come next Monday.

She did her usual, distressing from her average at-home activities. She greeted her father, did her homework and studied, had some of her dad’s delicious food, and settled in her room again to watch the telly in her room until she passed out on her bed for the night. A horror movie was playing since every other channel was focused on her friend’s suicide, and Y/n preferred anything to recalling what happened to her best friend. 

And things went as planned. Half-way through the movie, as things were just starting to pick up, she drifted to sleep surrounded by her plush pillows and fluffy stuffed animals. It was a cold winter night, so she gratefully cuddled the night away.

Or, at least, that’s what she planned to do, until she was rudely awakened by a high-pitched, terrified scream.

Y/n shot up, sweating profusely. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. However, as her eyes flitted around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes landed on the small television. Laurie had just been jump-scared by Michael Meyers and nothing more. The girl instantly deflated back into her mattress, letting out a sigh.

She wasn’t sure why she was so on edge. Jason and Veronica were frightening, but they were nothing but moody teenagers that got a kick out of scaring their peers. They weren’t stalkers or murderers or anything worse. They were just high-schoolers.

Y/n couldn’t get back to sleep, though. Her mouth was dry and her dad constantly scolded her for not brushing her teeth until the middle of the night. And it was about to be midnight, but not quite, so Y/n could easily avoid a light scolding if she just did it now.

She kicked off her blanket, her soft feet padding against the wooden floors. She heard the television running downstairs in the living room, which confused her. Usually, mom got home at nine, and her parents were all over each other for the remainder of the evening because they had a healthy marriage. And that always meant the television was off.

She shrugged it off, though, going to the bathroom. She heard distant chatter rom downstairs, but it was indistinct. Y/n ignored it, finishing her night routine. She went to open the bathroom door, but her hand paused on the doorknob.

Creak. Creak.

Someone was walking up the stairs. And perhaps it was paranoid of her, but she was frightened. She didn’t identify as it her dad’s loud, boisterous footsteps that echoed through the house. Just as she didn’t identify it as her mom’s quiet, thoughtful, but tired pitter patters around the house.

Y/n flicked off the bathroom door. The hallway light was flickered on. And then, her bedroom door was pushed open just enough. She was so very startled and confused. She heard two pairs of footsteps. Were they robbers? Murderers?

Because Y/n knew with certainty that they weren’t her parents.

“Fuck!” a familiar voice boomed. “Where the hell is she?”

“Jesus, J.D.,” another voice grumbled. “She’s gotta be around here somewhere. She probably doesn’t even know we’re here.”

Her blood ran cold. She was in the bathroom. The one place where there’d be hardly any weapons. She’d written the couple off as completely innocent high-schoolers with big heads. And yet, her mind began to race with theories. Maybe her parents just went out.

Or, perhaps, they were cold and dead on the sofa, and the couple was just as responsible for the coincidental suicides that had been happening.

Martha’s death seemed so convenient for them, after all. 

Tears fell and Y/n reached around the bathroom aimlessly until her hands found the plunger. She pulled it out, just as the bathroom doorknob was jostled and swung open. A scream escaped her lips and she swung the plunger at the criminals, pushing herself up next to the toilet. She was trembling head to toe and a part of her died as she saw the couple nonchalantly staring her down.

“There you are,” Veronica exclaimed. “Uh, you do realize a plunger’s not going to do much against a gun, right?”

“Not that we were planning to kill you, darling,” Jason added in coyly, flicking on the switch,” but it would be a shame if we had to be a bit more hands-on, huh?”

Shivers rolled down her spine and she gritted her teeth. “Wh - what did you do to my mom and dad? Why are you doing this?” she cried fearfully.

Jason clicked his tongue, his stoic, calm posture not melting on the spot like Veronica did. Her eyes softened and she tucked her gun into her back pocket. She shook her head and sighed. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’re not here to hurt you. That wasn’t what we were doing in the first place. Come here.”

Jason grinned, adding,” You’re just too stubborn. And, uh, as patient as this little lady is, I’m not. You weren’t being the most receptive earlier, so…”

Y/n gulped, taking a step closer ever so slightly. The couple exchanged excited glances as Y/n indeed forward ever so slightly, although she still gripped the plunger tightly. Veronica held her arms open to the woman and beckoned her to come closer in for a hug. That really was the only option, seeing as they took up the entire doorway.

Jason cocked the gun menacingly, leaning against the doorway, making Y/n free fearfully in her place. “J.D.!” Veronica scolded angrily. “Jesus Christ, you can put the gun away. Stop acting like we’re gonna kill her.”

“A - aren’t you?” 

The way Veronica spoke to Jason differentiated in comparison to Y/n. And the way Jason looked at Y/n wasn’t the same as when he looked at Veronica. Over the past few months, as quickly as Veronica fell into the relationship, it was clear that she did it for the shits and giggles until it became serious with all the murders they committed. And J.D. did, too, sensing that Veronica didn’t quite swing that way. They used the relationship primarily for cover as both of them fell head over heels for the Westerburg High nobody and came to an agreement to win her over whether she liked it or not.

Both of their morals were fucked up, and they knew it. But they couldn’t give any shits.

Both of their shoulders slouched as they melted. Y/n’s voice was so meek, so unsure. She’d stopped progressing, and the grip on her plunger grew tighter, even if it would do nothing agains the couple that were fully armed and had each other’s backs.

Jason sighed and shoved his gun into his back pocket. “You’re a little dense, darling. You seriously need an explanation? We like you, idiot.”

Y/n deadpanned completely. All of those deadbeat stare, fleeting glances, threatening stances… that indicated a crush? What kind of crush was that? It was obvious they were both psychos, even when Veronica had the gall to add,” Well, I’m pretty sure I’m, like, in love with you, but whatever…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve known her longer, I got it. Geez. Stop acting like that makes you superior, Veronica.”

The two were about to engage in a couple’s spat but Veronica shushed the man furiously. She once again beckoned Y/n in for a hug while Jason started searching through his trench coat. Y/n was on the verge of a mental breakdown because she was terrified to her core.

“Come on, Y/n, don’t be a stranger!” Veronica insisted, feigning friendliness. “That plunger’s not going to do much, you know. It’s much better if you come willingly.”

“Mhm. I mean, Veronica and I put in so much work to winning you over. It’s a shame we had to turn to plan B. The place we got set up, uh… it’s not as spacious and comfy as it’s supposed to be. Yet.”

Y/n was but a foot away. Veronica gasped out of joy about to pull the woman into her arms, but Y/n suddenly pulled the plunger out from behind her and pushed it into Veronica’s stomach. She was caught off guard and reached to grab it. J.D. cursed loudly and accidentally dropped the chloroform-soaked cloth to the ground in attempt to snatch the woman.

“Fuck…!” Jason boomed, his entire composition differently. “You little bitch!”

“J.D.!” Veronica shrieked as Y/n pushed her to the ground in attempt to escape. 

“I got her, I got her!”

Just as Jason went to grab her, Y/n jabbed the plunger at him. J.D. grabbed it angrily, only to realize he was focusing on the wrong thing. He tore it from Y/n’s grasp, catching the woman off-guard just enough to give Veronica the chance to grab her ankle.

Everything was going wrong, and quickly so. Y/n stumbled at the sudden weight on her ankles. She was at the foot of the stairs, and as she suddenly fell, she grasped the rail. Veronica released a screeching “shit!” at the predicament. Y/n’s head hurt incredible when her head collided with the wall and she relinquished her hold on the rail.

If not for J.D., who swept in for the grab, she would’ve gone sliding down on her stomach. Y/n screamed again as her head collided with the edge of a step. Her eyesight began to flicker with stars and darkness. Jason grunted, pulling her onto the flat second floor landing by her feet.

Meanwhile, Veronica scrambled to readjust her blue skirt and grabbed the cloth. She was panicked and aggravated, while J.D. was aggravated and calm. They knew the ring-around by now; this was supposed to be easy. They weren’t even supposed to stoop this low to begin with. 

“Fucking do it, Veronica!” Jason ordered.

Y/n tried to kick free, but J.D. held her down. Veronica straddled her waist and pushed the cloth onto her mouth. Y/n still struggled, but was already so tired to begin with. Her energy was draining, and fast. Both of the psychos were trying so desperately - Veronica more so - to ease her into it. To tell her to give into it. That things would be fine.

And then, she caved. The numbness consumed her and her body went limp.

J.D., out of pure joy, placed a chaste and quick kiss on Veronica’s cheek. Veronica gasped happily. The pair exchanged knowing glances. 

That Y/n was finally their’s.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere x reader #heathers #jason dean #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #yandere jd #yandere jason dean #yandere veronica #yandere veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer x reader #jason dean x reader #jd x reader #jd x reader x veronica #jason x reader x veronica #poly heathers #heathers x reader #yandere heathers

[crushingcasanova]

JD from Heathers was actually one of my very first favorite yandere characters. Even today, he still holds a really special place in my heart; both as a dream role of mine (that I was lucky enough to play once) and one of my all time favorite characters ever. Lavie lore aside, here's a mood board dedicated to the man himself.

#casanova's posts #casanova's moodboards #mood board #moodboard #moodboards #mood boards #my moodboards #yancore #yandere #yan blog #soft yandere #yanblr #love #yandere blog #yandere aesthetic #JD #JD from Heathers #jason dean #heathers #heathers the musical #heathers musical

[married-to-google-translater]

Jason Dean meet your Ex partner

Okay it's JD.

If your Ex hasn't died after the meeting, it's been a really good day.

And if they don't have any injuries it's a miracle.

It all started when you and JD were drinking slush on 7 11

And then a very familiar person entered the scene.

Your asshole ex.

You and Ex didn't have the best relationship. They were a racist jerk who started spreading gossip about you when you wanted to break up with them.

Fortunately, eventually their family moved to another state and you were finally able to have some peace.

But now they were back.

JD could immediately see on your face that you were not happy to see this person.

Maybe he would even know who the person was.

JD and you had been talking a lot.

The bad luck continued when your ex came to talk to you.

( So bad luck from the point of view of the ex. )

And they were still as bad as when they left.

JD is planning a murder at this point.

He's a canon yandere.

Your Ex is a problem that needs to be removed.

If it wasn't 7 11 he could shoot the ex right away.

JD wanted to talk to your ex alone.

After that, Ex looked really traumatized.

JD refused to say what he said to the ex.

#heathers #heathers x reader #heathers imagine #heathers imagines #heathers headcanons #jd #jd x reader #jd imagines #jd imagine #jd heathers #jd headcanon #jd headcanons #jason dean x reader #jason dean #jason dean imagine #jason dean imagines #jason dean headcanons #yandere heathers #yandere jason dean

[sxvenz]

horror / psycho masterlist.

Scream.

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Poly! Billy + Stu

AHS.

Tate Langdon

Kyle Spencer

Zoe Benson

Madison Montgomery

James March

Elizabeth “The Countess” Johnson

Misc.

David McCall

Jason “JD” Dean

Jennifer Check

Kevin Khatchadourian

O-Ren Ishii

Gogo Yubari

… … …

I may consider writing for slashers in the future ! Maybe even dbd, but for now this is my horror list !

#poly ghostface #kevin khatchadourian #Kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere ghostface #yandere billy loomis #yandere Stu macher #tatum riley x reader #David McCall x reader #jd heathers #jd x reader #yandere jd #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #yandere Jennifer check

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request gen hc for JD from gears

Sure! This includes ideas from Gears 4 + 5

Yandere! James Dominic Fenix Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Some stalking, Violence, Murder briefly mentioned, Blood, Delusional behavior, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Trauma, OOC JD, Forced proposal/Marriage, Mind break (Yandere), Forced kissing, Forced relationship.

James, or JD, is the son of Marcus Fenix and Anya Stroud.

His parents were originally both soldiers of the COG.

Although, after the death of his mother, his father became disillusioned with the COG.

JD is an idealist who wants to live life with a purpose.

He went to boarding school, meeting his friend Del, and joined the COG against his father's wishes.

However, even he left the COG with Del to become Outsiders after they were ordered to harm protesting civilians.

He goes through a ton of other events through Gears 4 and 5 due to The Swarm making an appearance.

JD would be loyal, protective, and comforting for the most part.

He's a natural leader like his father and knows how to calm his team.

Although... during Gears 5 he us noticeably colder for a period of time before realizing the harm his actions are causing.

I feel as a yandere, JD is sweet for the most part.

He might have met you somewhere in his youth with Del, perhaps Boarding School or COG Training.

JD is so caring with you.

He'd be a good friend and would probably be awkward when it comes to romance.

He knows he loves you, if he didn't then Del can tell due to how dreamy his gaze is towards you.

JD seems like the type who would stutter and suddenly become embarrassed at the idea of a crush.

At first he is, at least.

Point is... JD would've known you before everything, you're a close friend just like Del.

Or in his case... close friend and potential crush.

He's always been there for you just as you are with him.

He cares for you, comforts you, helps you in any way he can.

The way his name rolls off your tongue, be it James or his nickname JD, it makes him euphoric.

He is infatuated, but hides it.

What makes him happier is you follow him into battle.

Be it as COG, as Outsiders, or with Kait, Del, and him against The Swarm... he appreciates your aid.

JD is a yandere who's attached and delusional at times.

Before the events of Gears 5, he's childish about his feelings and may even try to initiate romance at times to test the waters.

"Hey... why don't we try this? I'll back off if you don't want to, just... thought I'd ask."

He tries to respect your boundaries, but also pushes against them to see if they'll give.

He wants to know how far he can take his feelings before you push him away.

Things like hugs, holding your hand, a kiss....

He gets ahead of himself sometimes but apologizes afterwards.

There's times he's oblivious to his own issues.

For example, being too controlling.

He may let his jealousy get ahold of him and end up commanding you as a leader too harshly.

He doesn't like abusing his power... so if you point it out he'll correct himself.

During Gears 4 he's sweet and somewhat aware of the mistakes he makes.

He tends to blindly follow his love towards you... probably craving some sort of loving connection.

You can deal with Gears 4 JD, he wants to impress, protect, and care.

He puts you first... even when he's jealous.

Most of his obsession is subconscious, even then he's remorseful.

That begins to shatter once Gears 5 happens and he pushes those close to him away... instead being closer with Fahz.

After the Hammer of Dawn malfunction killing most of those under his command, he... changes.

Not just physically, mentally.

He's much more controlling and possessive, he's much colder and uncaring.

Before the incident, he was extremely attentive and caring.

Now? Well now he's more focused on himself and his needs.

JD feels irritated and betrayed when you side with Kait and Del over him.

He thought you loved him!? (Dating or not)

At first he blames you... then he blames everyone around you...

He doesn't blame himself until much later.

How dare you leave him!

How dare they take you!

JD no doubt vents about this to Fahz.

Who merely encourages him.

In Gears 5 JD has a higher chance of snapping.

Pushed far enough and the blood on his bayonet isn't Swarm blood.

He gets more violent and volatile.

Even when he knows the truth of Kait, while he is remorseful a bit and wants to help, well now he doesn't want you near Kait... a Swarm Princess.

You may hate him... but JD tries so damn hard to make you like him again.

If that doesn't work... he blames himself for causing this to happen...

However, due to previous traumas, now he fully breaks.

Next thing you know, once he loses Del to Reyna, he's locking you in a room with him.

He doesn't force you into anything at first... no... he just breaks.

He caves and admits everything on his mind and in his heart.

He loves you, he's scared to lose you, he ended up killing at least one person for you and liked it a bit...

He doesn't plan on losing you... no, in fact he plans on fixing things.

You squirm when he pulls you close, a hand tightly around your wrist.

His lips are dangerously close to yours and he whispers about how much he loves you... how much he needs you...

Then he proposes... he's always wanted to marry you...

You're stunned by the lovesick delusional gaze in his eyes.

You barely even register the kiss he presses to your lips... barely acknowledging him whispering about how much he's dreamed of this before going in for another.

He's... lost it.

His mind breaks and all he wants to do now is settle down and care for you.

His grip on you is tight, like he'd lose you if he let go.

You can only shake when he pulls away to caress your cheeks, pressing you against the wall with a lovesick grin.

His heart belongs to you... he's killed for you and will do it again... he doesn't want anyone else to have you...

He whispers for you to say yes... to marry him... to let him have you.

The words stick in your throat, but JD squeezes you tighter.

Eventually, you'll cave too... you'll say yes to appease him.

Such a response earns you another kiss... JD promising this is the start of him fixing things between you...

Yet you know better than that... he won't fix things... he'll just make them worse once again.

"Dreamed of this forever, baby... love you so much... no one will take you from me EVER again, okay? Gonna marry you... make you mine... just as I've dreamed about...."

#yandere gears #yandere gears of war #yandere jd fenix #yandere james dominic fenix

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

⠀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 yandere!jason dean 𝒙 female!reader

「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 being the new girl at a school can be difficult, especially during the middle of the year and in a place with a rigid social structure such as westerburg high, but things can only seem to worsen when you start feeling as though you're being watched.

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 general themes from heathers the movie such as bullying, mentions of suicide, murder (c'mon, it's a heathers fic, what did u expect?), usage of guns, kissing, stalking, attempted rape (kurt n' ram), swearing , usage of drugs such as cigarettes, unconsensual kissing (doesn't get further than that in this), very slight insinuations to sex (spoken), the whole shebang.

「 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 」 4.5k

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ (slight spoilers) i wanted to make the reader decently perceptive and sarcastic this one, but nearing the end i definitely made her rationality kinda disappear since that's what fear can do to a person. jd is more based off movie jd, and so is veronica.

Joining a new school midway through the school year was, to say the least, unideal.

You and your parents had just gotten the wonderful opportunity to move to the quaint town of Sherwood, Ohio, somewhere you all were essentially forced to go since your father had been promoted by his job and your family was strapped for cash. And, sure, your house was bigger and nicer than your last, but you'd had to leave all your friends you'd been with since your childhood, which was difficult.

To add to all of that, the people were unfriendly and rude, and the weather was tolerable at best. Though your old home wasn't perfect by any means, it was most certainly better than where you were living now.

And now, here you were, standing before your new high school, knowing perfectly nothing about it or what to expect yet still expecting it to be one of the worst schools you've gone to. The odd stares your fellow students were shooting you seemed to be indicative of that.

Oh, good grief.

You sighed as you entered, only to immediately crinkle your nose in disgust as you were hit with the pleasant aroma of sweaty jocks and what you could only guess were something akin to rotting bodies. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself as you were almost hit by what you guessed were two football players dashing down the hallways.

This was going to be a long rest of the year.

You were quick to shove past the students to get to the front office, keen on getting your class schedule and getting to your class as early as you could. You'd only just gotten here and yet already you wanted to go home, though you supposed that that was how high school normally operated. It was never something anyone particularly enjoyed. Most people just managed to tolerate it enough to attend the next day.

"Hello, I'm looking to get my schedule?" You said once you'd reached your destination, crossing your arms as you stared at the woman at the front desk. Focused upon her own work, she offered you no response. You pursed your lips.

"Excuse me?" You spoke, louder this time, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Apparently you weren't the only one unhappy to be at Westerburg high today, as the woman, seemingly irked, slowly craned her head to face you. "Yes?"

She seemed an unpleasant sort of woman, a frown etched permanently upon her wrinkled face. You wondered what the other teachers must look like, and if they resembled her by any means.

"This is my first day here. I need my class schedule."

"Name?"

"Y/n L/n."

The woman nodded and typed something into her computer. She then pointed to the printer. "Wait over there. Your class schedule is printing right now. Once it's finished, just go to your first class. The class numbers are listed on the right side."

"Well, is anyone going the help me find my way around?"

Your question was only met with silence. "Fine, I'll find it on my own. After all, why would I ever need the help of a teacher, anyway? It's not like I'm new to this school or anything." You grumbled before grabbing your schedule and exiting.

Luckily, navigating the school was a relatively simple task. The numbers on every door and the maps plastered on the walls definitely helped, and you were able to find your history class before the bell rang.

"Here's your textbook, Ms. L/n." The teacher said to you the moment you told her your name. Silently, you nodded, deciding to take a seat somewhere in the middle of the classroom as you waited for class to begin.

Something seemed off, though, as the lecture began and you jotted down nearly everything you heard. You could sense eyes boring into the back of your skull, like daggers piercing through your mind, and it inhibited your focus. You could hardly pay any attention to the teacher as she went on and on about some war you didn't even know the name of. And so, discreetly enough, you 'grabbed' something from you bag, staring over your shoulder briefly in an attempt to see if anyone really was watching you.

And, as it seemed, someone was. You managed to spot them - or him, to be more specific. Uncannily dark eyes stared back at you, blank and hollow. It made your stomach sink. Quickly, then, you retrieved an object from your school bag and continued with your notes to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, though, you couldn't get that kid's sharp gaze out of your mind. Something about it - something about him - was off, though you couldn't quite place what it was. And, sure, from what you could see he dressed somewhat oddly - a dark trench coat adorning his shoulders, covering his already black pants and shirt - but it was more than just the way he was dressed. You knew it.

You gave up on the matter minutes after you were done with US History. As much as you were curious at the time, you could care less if some creep was watching you. It wasn't like you didn't have your fair share of those back at your old school - you just supposed that they didn't seem so outward about it. After all, you'd stared at that kid - caught him right in the act, but he didn't look away, didn't flinch, just kept staring. Looking back on it, you were convinced that you'd caught the glimpse of some sort of smile. But, as you'd mentioned, what was done was done. You'd only have to deal with him for 45 minutes every day for the rest for the year, at worst.

Sighing, you dropped your bag beside you as you sat down on one of the sticky cafeteria benches, secluded from everyone else. Although you knew you could've tried to make friends during your classes, you were aware of the truth about social politics in high school: halfway through the year, friendships were already sealed airtight and people were much less open to saying 'hi' to a new face, so you didn't even bother. And, sure, the seating was horrible, but you weren't about to make a fool of yourself, especially on your first day.

The food at Westerburg High was - albeit surprisingly - quite alright, and you found yourself somewhat enjoying it. Disregarding the horrible smell and the violently loud chatter, you supposed the cafeteria and lunch as a whole was okay.

That was, at least, until you caught sight of that kid who'd been staring at you in history. You hadn't even noticed he was there at first, but there he was, halfway across the cafeteria, staring blatantly right at you. This time, though, he was just smiling - smirking, even, and it unnerved you.

What is wrong with this guy?

The rest of the week went by like this. On your way to class, you'd always see him in the halls, eyes locking with yours as you passed him. Or getting your books from your locker - he'd always be there, eyes glued to your form. He wasn't even doing anything, was simply fixated on you. It made you shiver, the looks he gave you at first.

Now, however, it was almost expected. You'd anticipate dark eyes boring into your skull and the fumes of cigars to follow you in class, or truly just anywhere around school, just as you would expect your shadow to follow you in the sunlight. And, as annoying as it was the every first day, now it was eerie. You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know you were being watched, but when you did, you'd surely freeze out of both paranoia and fear. While, yes, you'd expected this year of high school to be your worst yet, never had you expected for it to be to such an extent.

Your fear later festered when he pulled a blank on two jocks in the cafeteria. Although you knew blanks couldn't truly hurt them, you shuddered to think what he'd do if he really wanted to cause some damage.

Things got worse still when the kid started dating the infamous Veronica Sawyer, not quite a Heather but not quite anything else either. Gossip around the school grew mad about the unconventional couple, and you soon learned the name of the kid who never did seem to leave you alone: Jason Dean, or 'J. D.' as everyone knew him.

Now, whenever you'd see J. D., he'd always be accompanied by his girlfriend, Veronica. He never did stop staring, though, resulting in numerous glares coming from Veronica's way.

So much for being tolerated by the popular crowd.

School had then became a living hell for you, because if one Heather didn't like you, none of them did, making life going unnoticed near impossible. Now, no matter where you were, someone was either glaring or gazing at you, their intentions vague and unclear.

Things then got particularly bad when Heather Chandler became a sort of enemy of yours. You weren't sure what you did to irk specifically her, but, whatever it was that you did, she most certainly hated you, more so than Veronica, even. Not a day went by without a rude confrontation by her, and you could name several instances when she'd embarrassed you in front of the school.

But then, one day, she was gone.

Suicide. At least, that's what they said it was, but you knew too many people hated that bitch for it to be so. All it would take was a teenager driven insane enough by her to be driven to such a point, and considering the state of Westerburg high, you didn't doubt for a moment that the queen bee of the school essentially prompted her own death.

So, yeah. You knew her suicide was faked. Not that you were going to report it to the cops - you weren't planning on stirring up more drama - but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by such a thing. And, besides, though you'd never admit it aloud, you were glad she was dead, in an odd way. Now you had at least one less person to make your life at this sorry school miserable.

So, life was okay for a while. People got too busy about mourning Heather's death to notice a nobody like you. Other than that creep J. D. and his jealous girlfriend stalking the halls, life was tolerable.

But when you're at the top, the only way you can go is down. And that's where you went. Down. All the way to rock bottom.

You didn't know how to put it in lighter terms, so here it was: You were almost raped. By Kurt and Ram, to be more exact.

Apparently, J. D. wasn't the only one who had an eye on you, and with all your attention focused on him (since you were so damn paranoid) you'd failed to notice the two jocks that also seemed to have been interested by you.

It was late at night. You were walking home from some house you'd babysat at as a favor, and two guys started following you. You didn't think much of it at first - just tried to forget about it and cool your nerves, but then they started to get faster, and faster, and you did too, until suddenly you were running, and then, almost abruptly, the two jocks had grabbed your arms and startled forcing you elsewhere. You screamed and fought, but no one was around to hear you.

You could only imagine the other 'nobodies' they must have done this to.

You remembered vividly your horror as the two piled themselves on top of you, eager to rip your clothes off. But, just as they were about to do so, a gun shot rang out, and then another. Frozen in terror, you didn't even move as you felt the boys' bodies go limp over you. You were only able to move when you felt a hand grab onto your own and force you up and get you back on your feet.

"Thank you," you barely managed to sputter out once the initial shock wore off.

"Go," is all the figure replied. A man, you presumed. You couldn't see his face, though, covered by the dark lighting. And so, dazed and confused, you obliged, not thinking twice about the words spoken to you.

The next day, though, was when things truly got out of hand.

Kurt and Ram, supposedly, had died in some gay love pact, wherein they killed each other. Hearing the news over the TV your parents played, you felt sick to your stomach. But, there they lied on the screen, a bag of supposed 'homosexual artifacts' and a suicide note to tie it all together.

And the whole town ate the story up.

You didn't go to school for about the next week or so. You told your parents that you were sick, and even though they knew you weren't, they still called in sick for you, able to detect that you weren't exactly feeling well mentally.

The week of repose was good, too. You were able to gather yourself up, not to the point where you didn't fear what could have happen had your savior not came to the rescue, but to the point where you could suppose that you were grateful that you wouldn't have to answer any questions from the police.

But now, at least for now, you knew you'd be safe.

* * *

You let out a soft sigh as you landed on your bed, curling into your warm sheets as a way of seeking comfort. At least you were safe and secure at home, you supposed, your parents only a relatively quiet yell away and your windows locked for good measure. If school was your hell, then you would consider home your heaven, away from the Heathers, away from J. D., away from everyone.

Turning off your light, you sank into your pillow in a desperate sort of way, clinging to it as if it were your lifeline. You'd hardly been getting sufficient sleep within the past weeks, so it didn't take long for you to fall into oblivion, the abyss of sleep consuming you whole in minutes.

So deeply unaware of your surrounding now, you didn't even hear quiet footsteps entering your bedroom.

J. D. was, to say the least, unsure what made him drawn to you in the first place. Maybe it was your calm and uncaring demeanor, or maybe it was the way you seemed to pick up on things through simple observation so easily, similarly to him. Whatever it was, he most certainly found you interesting. And, somehow, he could simply tell that there was something different about you - something like him that he saw in you, and it intrigued him to no end.

No matter how paranoid you were, you were never completely aware of J. D.'s reach in your life. When he'd watch you when you were at home, he'd remain particularly clever, knowing that if he was caught there was a high chance that he'd get into some really deep shit. Staring at a girl in school every day was one thing, but following her home? That was much more serious, and required a much less conspicuous plan.

But, alas, his plan paid off, and J. D. smiled knowingly as he stared at your vulnerable figure, taken over by a much needed sleep. You simply looked so perfectly innocent like that, something he couldn't wait to ruin once he had the chance.

J. D. laughed euphorically as he continued to just stare at you, unsure if he still had his wits about him but uncaring at the very same time. Perhaps all the cigars he had been smoking really were getting to him. But he knew what he needed to do before he brought you with him. So, quietly, resisting the urge to kiss your pristine lips, J. D. raced out of your bedroom, your door that was previously shut left open behind him.

Unfortunately for him, however, he'd forgotten that you were often a light sleeper that woke up at different intervals in the night, so when a particularly cool gust of wind came in through your open window, you were startled awake.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath as you drowsily peeled your eyes open, squinting them as you stood up to close the window, before pausing and wondering how on earth your window had opened. After all, your parents never came into your room late at night as far as you were concerned, and you had locked your window when you'd fallen asleep, so how could it have opened?

It was at that very moment, too, that the faint smell of smoke wafted through the room, and you froze.

Sure, you knew you were paranoid, and that maybe fear had gotten the better of you, but you also knew that a potentially dangerous kid had been staring at you ever since you got to school and that it would be idiotic for you to assume that he had no malicious intentions.

Your stomach then tightened up once you noticed your open bedroom door. So, yes. It was possible that maybe your assumptions were idiotic, but you'd be a fool to not go with your gut when the most it'd cost you was some short-lived embarrassment, especially considering what could have happened with Kurt and Ram. So, quietly, you exited your bedroom, looking down the hallways of the upstairs floor as to reassure that the coast was clear.

It was.

More silently than you've ever done so before, then, you tip-toed to your parents bedroom, hoping to either alert them of an intruder or ask them what the were doing. But, just as you were about to open their door, footsteps were heard on the other side - not your mother's quiet, considerate ones, nor your father's loud, heavy ones, but a different kind.

Fuck.

As fast as you could, you dashed into the nearest room, leaving the door only just barely open as to not allow it to make any sound. From your parent's room exited a dark silhouette, wearing what you guessed was a trench coat and with only the burning edge of a cigarette as a light source plucked between two fingers.

You were right. You were fucking right. No other than Jason Dean was in your house, and right now, he was heading right for your bedroom, most likely intending to kill.

You needed to think fast.

My parents - right, my parents. They keep a gun in their bedroom.

You were shaking. Yes, your parents showed you were they kept the gun in the case of an emergency, but you'd never been taught how to use it.

As quietly as you could, you dashed over to your parents bedroom, closing the door behind you. And, even though you knew you didn't have the time, you took a moment to catch your breath. God, you couldn't breathe. And neither could your parents, as it seemed, when you looked over at their limp corpses sprawled in the bed. Slowly, you retracted the covers from their bodies, only to find a wet pool of blood that lay beneath them and their slit throats.

They were dead. J. D. had fucking killed your parents. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as you caressed your mother's lifeless face, her eyes never to once again open.

"Mom..." You whimpered, not caring if her blood stained your fingers. But then, you paused, realizing that, if you didn't speed up, you could be next.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really need to find a weapon or a way out of here. I only have so much time before he finds me.

You suppressed a scream as you then scoured their bedroom in search of the gun safe, not keen on wasting any more time, but to your dismay, you couldn't find it.

They must have moved it from last year - fuck! - what else could they have?

Your eyes then landed on your father's esteemed baseball bat. You'd remember him talking about it, the pride radiating from him as he explained how it was the first bat he used to hit a home run with in high school.

Well, sorry dad.

Picking up what was now a weapon and placing it in such a way that would allow you to swing at a moment's notice, you slowly sauntered out of your parent's bedroom and into the hallway.

Your blood ran colder and colder as you approached your bedroom door, until, finally, you did, and raised the baseball bat even higher as to deliver the hardest blow on the boy that stood before you.

"You know, it would have probably been better if you'd stayed hiding," you then heard J. D. speak, turning around and raising an eyebrow at the bat in you hands. "You know, that isn't going to do much against a gun."

Time seemed to stop, and all you could stare at was the gun that sat loosely in J. D.'s hand. He was going to fucking kill you.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to use it on you," he then reassured coyly, as if reading your mind. "It's just a necessary... precaution. Now, why don't place the bat down so we can talk."

"I could scream."

J. D. seemed to smile at this and clicked his tongue, as if scolding you. "Now, would you really like to have someone else's blood on your hands like that? Just because I'm not going to shoot you doesn't mean I won't shoot anyone else. It'd be a shame if anyone had to die because of you."

Silence.

"Good, now... place the bat down."

Nodding, you complied, slowly placing your only means of defence on the ground.

"Okay, okay," you mumbled, trying to calm your racing heart down. Though you doubted it, you supposed that there was a chance that, if you could calm down enough, you could convince J. D. to leave you alive.

J. D. grinned. "Now, darling, why don't you come right here."

If you could've moved, you most certainly would've. After all, you'd seen that gun in J. D.'s hand. You knew what it could do. But you were frozen by fear, and no amount of rationality was going to move you.

"Now, this would all be, uh, a lot easier if you'd just come with me, because I'd hate to have to man-handle - " J. D.'s words cut short as he watched you, nearly stunned, as you bolted past him and towards the window. But he was quick to recoup his bearings, cocking the gun (for good measure) and grab onto your leg, successfully dragging you towards the ground. You grunted in pain upon your head slamming against the hardwood floor, the beginnings of a bruise already starting to appear.

Now only partially unconscious, it took you a long while to notice the tongue now prying apart your mouth and the chapped lips pressed against your own. You'd only really noticed when you realized that you couldn't breathe, and you let out a strangled groan as you tried to detach yourself from the figure above you, but to no avail. J. D. merely slid his tongue deeper down your throat, inhibiting you from screaming or making any other noise as he kissed you roughly.

You thrashed and flailed under his touch, but nothing was enough to free yourself from him. He was faster, stronger, and had the firearm in this situation. You stood no chance. So, with a heavy heart, you moved pliantly underneath J. D.'s touch, hoping he'd at least go a little easier on you at the very least.

And then, with bated breath, you observed as he stopped, and, hovering above you, took something out of his pocket. At first, fearing it was a gun, you began to once again fight against him, but then paused upon not recognizing the silhouette of the object in his hand.

"You know, as much as I'd like to continue this, I did come here for a reason." J. D. stared at you, no ounce of sympathy as he spoke his next words. "You know, it'd have been a hell of a lot easier if you'd just fucking stayed asleep."

Without so much as a moment to respond, a wet rag was forced upon your face. Confused at first, you lied still, before realizing what it must have been drenched it. You were now even more urgent in your fighting of J. D. (if that was even possible), punching and kicking him wherever you could. But he didn't budge, simply kept a firm grip on the rag.

"Shhh, it's fine, I won't hurt ya," he reassured, "Not unless I need to, of course."

But you didn't hear him, your consciousness already slipping as you'd only been half conscious before. You were trying to kick free, but already you were so exhausted, your adrenaline already beginning to ware off. Worse still, J. D.'s words of reassurance that you'd be fine and that everything will be alright were starting to mess with you.

You could hear him talking, but the words were muffled and blurred, and your body seemed to take everything in as if it were truth, because it was already relaxing under his cool touch. And it seemed that, the more fearful your mind grew, the more numb your body became, until, finally, you gave up your thrashing and your fighting, and sunk into J. D. harsh embrace willingly.

Upon your figure going limp, a devilish grin spread across J. D.'s face. Though he knew this was not how things were meant to occur, he was simply so happy - for he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. And then, unable to help himself, he pressed a hungry kiss on your mouth, pleased to hear a muffled moan escape it as your tongue moved submissively under his own.

This was it! Finally - finally, after waiting for so long, you belonged to him. No more were the days when he'd have to watch you through your bedroom window, or the days where all he'd see of you were your paranoid eyes in the hallways, because, finally, here you were, in his arms, where you belonged!

Here you were at last, finally.

Finally, you were his and only his.

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[froggywritesstuff]

compromise | yandere!j.d

ship/pairing: yan!jd x g/n!willing!reader

request: anon: helloo, could you do a yan jd but with a willing reader? like they really don't give a shit about anything and ignore all the red flags. thank you and have a good day!!

warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, toxic relationships, death threats (both implied and explicit), minor character death, not proofread

A/N: this is like the anti 'I Say No'. ty for requesting this, it was a bit difficult to write as i've never written this kind of concept and i've been going through some major writers block, but i hope you like it, sorry if it doesn't make sense. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

The sound of the phone ringing made you stand up quickly, already knowing who was calling.

"Jesus, Y/N, again? This is like the fifth time he's called." your friend groaned in annoyance. They were never a fan of your boyfriend, especially after he kept interrupting their time to hang out with you.

You sent Parker an apologetic smile, "I know, I'm sorry, he just gets annoyed if I ignore him."

Rushing to answer the phone, you couldn't see Parker's look of concern as you said that.

"JD, you know I'm fine, right?" you said, grinning as you spoke.

"You never know, Y/N. Anything can happen when you invite a stranger into your home."

"Parker's not a stranger, babe. You have nothing to worry about," you were practically pleading with him, though you knew he wouldn't drop the subject easily.

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to worry about you anymore?" he retorted, laughing to hide the harsh tone in his words.

That wasn't what you said at all, but why argue over it? You'd never win.

"Of course you are," you responded sweetly, "But I know Parker's annoyed you're interrupting our sleepover." you said it as a joke, not thinking enough to know JD would take offence.

"Well would Parker rather me do what I have every right to do and talk to you, or wake up with a bullet in their head."

You whipped your head around to face Parker, checking that they weren't close enough to hear before turning back, "The first option." you said, rolling your eyes, feeling a smile tug on your lips. You knew it was bad he made threats like that, especially when you never knew if those threats were just threats, or if he'd follow through with them, but you knew there was no use in fighting him. Over time you had become desensitised to his toxic behaviour. It was just easier to let him try to control your life, especially when you knew he could end it with ease.

"I thought so." you could practically hear his smirk over the phone. The two of you continued talking for a few minutes, much to Parker's disappointment, before JD finally let you hang up. You turned to face Parker, frowning when they left the room. You walked out the door and called out their name, which was followed by Parker responding in a rather annoyed tone, "I'm in the kitchen."

You walked to the kitchen, smiling as you saw Parker, "Sorry that took so long, I know it's annoying, he's just really protective."

Parker took a sip from the glass of water in their hands, "Does he think I'm an axe murderer or something? He calls you non-stop every time we hang out, what's his deal?"

You sighed, thinking carefully about what to say, "He... he just doesn't trust a lot of people around me."

Parker shook their head in disbelief, "I've known you for years, Y/N. Longer than he's known you." You were grateful for that fact. If JD had met you before Parker, you would've never been friends. He drove away anyone who tried to get close to you. You let JD do a lot of things, but you never let him drive Parker away. Of course, you had to beg him not to hurt them.

"I know, he just..." you trailed off. You genuinely didn't know how to defend him.

Parker sighed, "Y/N, I'm happy you have a boyfriend, I think it's great. But you have to understand that JD is not a good boyfriend."

"Yes he is, he's just a lot sometimes."

Parker rolled their eyes, "I don't understand why you're still with him, he's such a dick." noticing your hurt expression, Parker set their glass of water down, and moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "I'm sorry... I know you love him, he just..."

You smiled at them, "Let's just not talk about him tonight." 

As much as you loved Parker, you knew if they continued talking about JD like that, you'd both end up saying something you'd regret.

Like you said, JD wasn't brought up for the rest of the night. Luckily, he decided to stop calling you as well. The rest of the sleepover carried on like normal sleepovers would, you and Parker talking for nearly the entire night, until the sun eventually came up, and in what felt like no time at all, Parker went back home.

You sat in your room, thinking of ways to entertain yourself, when you heard a knock at the window. You jumped in fear, calming yourself when you saw your boyfriend smiling from the other side. You stood up, opening up the window and pulling your boyfriend inside and embracing him into a hug.

"I missed you," he mumbled, pressing a kiss on your head.

You laughed against his chest, "I know Jason."

He pulled away from the hug, kissed your lips, before he spoke, "About last night..." your heart dropped as he pulled out some polaroid pictures from his coat pocket. Whenever he killed someone he always took pictures and showed them to you. And you knew he was more than capable of killing Parker.

"I know you don't want me hurting Parker," you mentally braced for the news, "So I found a compromise."

You stared at him in confusion, "A compromise."

He nodded, grinning wide as he handed you the pictures.

"Is this..." you trailed off, staring up at your boyfriend, lips turning upward into a smile.

"Billy Jameson, Johnson?" 

"Billy Jackson," you finished, "from my english class."

He smiled at your excitement, "He's the dickhead in your class, right?"

You nodded, a part of you was scared that he forgot his reason for killing someone, but there was no use in bringing that up, "Yeah, he fucking sucks." you said, staring at the pictures of Billy's hanging corpse.

"Don't worry, I didn't just knock him out and hang him," he began, "I fucked him up a bit beforehand."

You smiled, pulling him into another hug, "Thank you Jason."

He quickly returned the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, "Anything for you, darling."

buy me a coffee <3

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[onyx66]

I think I only post here once in a blue moon.

Here’s my sketch of Michael as JD from Heathers the musical inspired by a few Heathers song fics by @spgothkidsheadcanons

There will be a part 2 for this

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[kuuyandere]

50 Yandere Heathers Prompts

They are all vaguely obsessive/possessive/unhealthy lines from Heathers songs both in the “yandere” and “darling” perspective. Enjoy! 

“I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.”

“You said you’d change and I believed in you.”

“They’re keeping you away from me!”

“If you could let me in, I could be good with you.”

“Let me go!”

“You left me and I fell apart!”

“I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.”

“You’re the one I choose.”

“Don’t you want a life with me?”

“You are a drug!”

“Let nothing remain!”

“We’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.”

“I can’t do this alone!”

“You were all I could trust...”

“You’ll twist the truth again!”

“I’d trade my life for yours.”

“Can we not fight anymore?”

“I was meant to be yours!”

“You’re scared, I’ve been there.”

Wish you’d kiss me.

“You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead!”

“We were meant to be one!”

“Please don’t leave me alone!”

“They all will disappear!”

“I was alone.”

“Don’t say a word.”

“Our love is God.”

“You are a poison pill.”

“You’re the only thing that’s right about this broken world.”

“You carved open my heart.”

“But I love you!”

“Don’t give up on me now!”

“You need help I can’t provide.”

“The new world needed room for me and you.”

“I am all that you need!”

“You speak and I cave in...”

“Let me be!”

“I loved the rush when you would hold me close.”

“I wanna be with you!”

“I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.”

“You’re still using me to justify the harm you do.”

“You can’t just leave me to bleed!”

“You changed my heart.”

“They made you blind, messed up your mind!”

“Your love’s too good to lose.”

“Hold me tighter.”

“Open the door, please!”

“I could set you free!”

“They made you cry, but that will end tonight.”

“I worship you.”

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[vyllain]

Gotta love Heathers now.

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