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Our Love Is God

Fandom: Heathers

Word Count: 687

Pairing: Jason Dean x Male Reader

“You’re insane,” I said, kissing his soft lips. When JD told me he was going to blow up the school tomorrow, I was kinda skeptical. Sure, he’s gotten away with killing Heather C., Ram, and Kurt, but this is an entire new level. Blowing up an entire school, along with its entire population is definitely not something I expected JD to be capable of. He certainly is a terrible influence on me, but I’m not complaining.

“So are you,” He responded. Maybe I am insane. I’m certainly not a nice person, but I wouldn’t say that I’m a mean person. I suppose I’m just right. If assholes deserve to die, then they should die. I’m not saying everyone that goes to Westerburg High is awful, just most of them. We’ll have to find a way to make sure the few friends I have make it out alive, and poor Martha Dumptruck. She doesn’t deserve to die. Everyone else can rot in hell for all I care.

“Y’know, not everyone in that school deserves to die, maybe you could find a way to just blow up the bad kids. For me?” I asked. “Just figure out a way to get them to not show up to the pep rally tonight.”

“No promises, but I’ll see what I can do,” he answered. “You really are a good person Y/N. I don’t know what you see in me.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and goes back to the movie we were watching. We’d told our parents that we were just gonna spend the day together at JD’s house so we had an excuse to not be at the pep rally.

“I’m most certainly not a good person JD. If I was, I wouldn’t be letting you go through with the whole mass murder thing.” I leaned on his shoulder and tried to forget about the fact that my boyfriend was about to commit a heinous crime in a few hours. I wasn’t going to stop him, but it was still disturbing to think about.

An hour before the pep rally, JD got up from our nap and tried his best to leave the bed without my noticing. I’m a light sleeper so of course it didn’t work.

“Wouldn’t it be better to kill the bad kids individually? Besides, there are gonna be teachers there, and they haven’t done anything wrong.” I tried to reason with him. I don’t know why, but the whole killing the school thing wasn’t sitting right with me anymore.

“I would enjoy watching them drop like flies… But this’ll be so much better Y/N, you’ll see.” His devilish eyes looked at me and for the first time in our relationship, I was scared of him.

“Well did you at least get the few good people to not show up tonight?” I wanted to make sure that no one dies tonight that doesn’t deserve to.

“Of course I did. If you ask me to do something, it’ll get done Y/N.” He gave me a quick kiss before putting his t-shirt back on and getting ready to leave. He made sure his dad wasn’t home tonight because he knows how uncomfortable I get when I’m alone with him. He just gives me the creeps. “Tonight our school is Vietnam, baby!” His voice echoes through the house and chills me to my core. I just want this to be over already so we can go back to normal. Hopefully this puts JD’s killing spree to rest. I don’t know how much more I can take.

Almost an hour later, JD returns with dinner and another movie for us to watch. He put on the movie and began eating as if this was a normal date night.

“It’s all ready… I wouldn’t worry about that essay due Monday if I were you.” He seemed so calm. Too calm. Like what he’d done wasn’t completely and utterly insane. 

“You’re lucky I love you so much…” I said, turning to the tv, hoping the movie would drown out the impending boom that was steadily approaching.

“I know.”

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Kindergarten Boyfriend

Fandom: Heathers

Word Count: 1198

Pairing: Ram Sweeney x Male Reader

"There was a boy I met in kindergarten, he was sweet, he said that I was smart. He was good at sports and people liked him, and at nap-time once, we shared a mat.

For as long as I can remember, Ram Sweeney had been gay. Not the flamboyant gay, or the nerdy gay. No, Ram Sweeney was the all too rare jock that just happened to not like girls. He had always been really into sports. Even though I couldn't say the same for myself, we always had fun together.

Although I didn't fully realize my sexuality until later, Ram and I had been "dating" since we met all those years ago. I know it sounds cliché, but we were basically best friends with benefits. I know what you're thinking, and it certainly wasn't like that (especially cause we were both five). Looking back, it was pretty insane that I had my first kiss with him that same year. Granted, it was nothing more than a peck on the lips, but back then, we thought it was the funniest thing. There weren't any romantic intentions behind our kisses, yet, but I remember enjoying them nonetheless.

The label of "boyfriend" didn't come about until the Valentine's Day of 8th grade. Our bodies were changing and we were feeling a lot more than we ever had. I remember being excited to go to school that day because in the week before, Ram and I decided to get each other something for this Valentine's Day.

'Happy Valentine's Day,' I said, handing him his gift. A box of chocolates no larger than my palm. It only contained three or four pieces because I couldn't go all out considering my parents didn't like me getting Valentine's gifts for another guy. I kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug before going back to my desk.

After the first bell rang, Ram quickly got out of his seat and walked towards my desk. I realized he was holding a card and a bag of M&M's (those are my favorite). He handed me the candy and smiled, his face reddening by the second. Obviously trying to muster up the courage to continue. Ram cleared his throat and proceeded to read the card out loud, in front of the entire class, much to the dismay of our teacher.

'To my brilliant boyfriend. I thank God you came along. My gorgeous guy, who's tough and strong. Who makes me laugh, and keeps me calm, who's full of warmth, and endless charm.'

I was in love with Ram Sweeney. All the signs pointed in that direction. The butterflies when he spoke, the racing heartbeat when he would hold my hand, the random smiles we'd always give each other. I always knew Ram and I had something special, but I hadn't realized what it was until then. The reason I never looked at anyone else was that it had always been Ram and I. We never needed anyone else 'cause we always had each other. All the late-night phone calls, FaceTimes, study sessions ('cause we all know Ram isn't the brightest when it comes to school).

'We've been doing whatever you call this for eight years now and I'm ready to make us official. Everyone in Sherwood knows we belong together, and I know you do too. What do you say? Wanna be my boyfriend?' He asked. He took a deep breath and smiled, clearly satisfied with himself.

'Duh!' I exclaimed. I don't know why I was so excited, I knew that literally, nothing would change except we had a label now. We were basically dating before. I got up and hugged him almost instantly. I was swept up in all of this emotion that I almost forgot we were in class. I could see our teacher certainly wasn't entertained. He wasn't fuming but I could tell he wasn't pleased.

'Despite how heartwarming that was, I suggest you two have a seat before I have to assign detentions for delaying class,' he said, using air quotations around "heartwarming". We sat down and I spent the rest of the day thinking about what had just happened. To be honest, asking me out was purely a formality.

Freshman year, Ram decided to try out for the football team. Even though it meant we wouldn't spend as much time together, I was still happy for him. He really loves it and he's good too. He's not varsity good, but for a freshman, he's fantastic. Over the course of football season, Ram met this guy, Kurt. Ram started to hang out with him and they became good friends. Kurt and Ram were practically inseparable.

Unfortunately, Kurt was an established homophobe. So, not wanting to hide it any longer, Ram finally came out to Kurt and told him that we were dating, which felt nice to hear him say. Ram was basically Kurt's only friend and a good one at that. He didn't want to lose his only friend so he decided to try and be more accepting. Kurt would sometimes even tag along when Ram and I would go on dates. Which admittedly did bother me sometimes. But, Kurt got a lot better so I didn't mind having a third wheel around most of the time.

That brings us to senior year. Ram and I couldn't have been better. We were hanging out whenever we were free. Plus, Ram insisted on driving me to school every morning and driving me home on the days that he didn't have practice. Sometimes Kurt would join us on our way to school but most days he was too busy driving his girlfriend to school. In those three years, Kurt and Ram really improved football-wise. Kurt had become the quarterback and Ram had become the best defensive linebacker this school had ever seen. It had been three years and I still wasn't quite sure what a defensive linebacker was despite Ram's constant reminders 'cause he knew I wouldn’t remember. He truly was amazing, though.

Now I won't say your dad was the perfect boyfriend. We certainly had our fair share of bad times. Hell, we almost broke up one time. But, he's my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way. I hope someday when you're older, you'll find someone who loves and cherishes you as much as your dad and I love and cherish each other, and you guys." I finished.

"Don't worry, Y/N, they will," Ram said, putting his arm around me and pecking my cheek. "Our kids are great, they'll have no trouble finding someone just as great as they are." He presses a soft kiss onto my lips as our kids roll their eyes and walk away, pretending to barf. 

"Get outta here you two!" Ram laughs and hurls a pillow at them causing them to run out giggling, trying to avoid being hit. Ram really is the best. We've been married for three years now and have two beautiful kids.  Honestly it feels like we've been married forever. I'm certainly not complaining though. Life with Ram is like a dream, luckily for me, I haven't woken up yet.