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↻ ^. "you don't get to die. not before i kill you."

TW:: NON-CON, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT (like, seriously, i didnt hold back on this)

summary:: what if jd had broken in before veronica had time to "hang" herself?

a/n:: yes, this is probably going to get hate, but i'm using this as an outlet for trauma and id like to emphasize the fact that everything written is purely fictional (obviously) and i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. if you believe that any of the stuff written in this is okay to happen irl, then you need to heavily consider getting counseling.

Veronica sits at her desk, tuning out the sound of her parents footsteps downstairs. They'd planned a dinner date tonight, which went perfectly with the plan that she works to frantically scratch down in her journal.

"Dear Diary, no one can stop JD. Not the FBI, the CIA, or the PTA. That is to say, no one but me. I know where JD is coming from and where he is heading. He's wrong, but I'm going to teach him what's right. I'm going to stop JD.. If it's the last thing I do."

She closes her journal with a sense of finality to her plan. You see, she knew JD would be paying her a visit after seeing that Barbie doll he'd left hanging by a thread in her room, so she wanted to be one step ahead of him. Her plan originally would have been to tie a noose (Not tight enough to kill her, of course.) and pretend like she'd hung herself when JD entered. Making him think she was dead, and buying her enough time to stop whatever he was planning next.

Foolproof, right? Right, that's what she thought too. She leaves her diary on the surface of her desk, about to stand and put her plan into motion. That was until she heard the dreadfully familiar sound of her window sliding open.

Her heart lurches suddenly in her chest as she watches JD's combat boots land on her hardwood floor, and his eyes hold a promise of malice in them, sparkling under the moonlight that shines through her bedroom window.

"It was unlocked so I let myself in, hope you don't mind." He speaks nonchalantly, offering a grin Veronicas way as if he's not breaking into her house right now.

"Get out of my house." Veronica commands, her eyes shooting daggers through him as she watches JD pace her room. While her gaze remains focused on him, her hands fumble around for the diary on her desk, aiming to put it in the side drawer that was built in. Away from his prying eyes.

But, he notices her movements and quickly steps forward. Veronica tries to pull the object out of his reach, but his movements are too quick.

"JD!" Veronica yelps, rising quickly from her chair and watching in horror as he reads the now open page. This really couldn't have gone any worse for her, huh?

"Whats this, ay'?" he muses, grinning manically as he snatches the diary and pulls it out of her reach, opening it to the latest entry.

His eyes skim the writing. "let's see how he reacts to a suicide he didn't preform himself?" he quotes her own words, almost laughing before ripping out the page, crumbling it and tossing its shreds aside to fall to the floor.

"You really don't get it, do you Veronica?" He starts, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You don't get to die. Not unless I'm the one who kills you." he declares, his tone holding an undertone of violence to it.

Veronicas gaze flickers down to his hand, only now noticing the fact that it currently lay motionless in the pocket of his worn black trenchcoat. For a brief moment she swears that she sees the silhouette of his revolver press agains the inner fabric of the pocket, only vaugely showing the outline momentarily before it vanishes again. An unspoken threat.

The tension of the room is so thick, she swears she could cut it with a knife if she had one. God, a knife would be a great thing to have right now, although it probably wouldn't do much considering a gun is much stronger than a knife, but still. Something, anything to make her feel just a little more in control of the moment right now would be amazing.

"Now listen here, just listen." He speaks rushedly once he's finally gotten her attention. Reaching into the left pocket of his trenchcoat, JD reveals a neatly folded peice of paper. "You remember that petition, right?" He doesn't let her get a word in before continuing.

"Well, it's not a petition." He grins, waving the peice of paper in the air, flaunting it as if it were the most sacred item in the world. "No, it's a suicide note. Signed by everyone in the school. And we're gonna plant this note at Westerberg after it blows tomrrow afternoon, after the pep rally." He waits for a validating response from Veronica. But all he gets is a horrified look on her face.

"Isn't it genius? Here, here I'll read it to you." He opens the paper, reciting the words written within it and ending it off with a dramatic "Fuck you all."

Silence for a long moment before Veronica finally pipes up, offering her harsh feedback. "We? We are planting this note? No, no, we are not doing anything!" Veronica declares, taking a few steps back towards the phone that sits on her bedside table.

"In fact, you're delusional. I mean, this is... This is psychotic, I'm calling the police." She stammers, breathing out a shocked laugh. "What are you thinking? Really, JD?" She scolds him, her voice tainted with disbelief.

JD steps forward, effectively blocking her path and grabbing her arm to forcefully pull her away from the phone as she tries to grab for it. JD pulls Veronica close to him, holding her arm so tightly that he doesn't even realize that his nails are digging into her skin beneath the fabric of her blue blazer.

"Let go!" Veronica yelps suddenly at the unexpected force that digs into her skin, encaging her in a vice grip.

JD ignores her, too lost in this delusion of his, the delusion that he's right. That this is the morally right thing to do, that blowing up Westerberg would solve all of his problems. "The police? When have the police done anything of use lately?" He points out, his voice coming off neurotic as he speaks.

Veronica writhes her arm under his grip and she meets eyes quickly. "Let me go or I'll scream. I'll scream, and— And my parents will come running." Veronica threatens, trying to make her voice sound confident, as if she really would do it.

But she fails. Instead of a confident, assertive tone coming out of her throat, she trips over her words and stutters; making her sound weak and terrified. This only scares her more.

She wouldn't. They both know that much already, and the way her tone wavers only solidifies the knowledge more. If anything, her scream would only come out a pathetic croak that'd be quickly muffled by JD.

"Would you quit it with the excuses already? Come on Veronica, I planned this out meticulously! Your parents just left for dinner, I've made sure of it."

Eventually though, out of his own resolution, he gives way and releases Veronicas arm. She stumbles back, almost tripping before steadying herself against her desk. She now stands behind it, using it as a barrier between him and her.

Veronica comes to the horrifying conclusion that she was right about just one thing: Nobody can stop JD, not even her; and she was idiotic to think that she ever had a chance of doing so in the first place. Because somehow, he knew, he always did. He knew that her parents would be going out, he knew that she'd be home alone, and he knew that she knew that he would be paying her a visit.

JD had waited until her parents were gone, parked down the street a short distance from her house until he'd heard the rev of a car engine down the road; her parents car. Waited until she was alone, vulnerable and defensless in her own room, the only place she thought she could find sanctuary from the one thing she sought and failed to escape from. Him.

His face turns from conceited and vain, to remorseful in an instant as he realizes that Veronica isn't buying into what he thinks is a masterful plan. His once threatening tone is now covered by a thin blanket of guilt.

"I loved you, you know that? I really did." He states, pinching his eyebrows together sorrowfully. "I killed for you, Veronica. I would've walked to the ends of the Earth for you if you'd only asked me to."

He's speaking in the past tense. Not good. Not good at all, actually. A sign of resignation to the situation, a sign he's already decided how he wants this to end and come to terms with whatever that might mean for her. Okay, don't panic; deep breaths, tell him what he wants to hear.

"I still do love you, JD." Veronica reassures, masking her tone in a soft and gentle facade in an attempt to prevent him from becoming more aggressive. "I was just.. Scared. I've never had—"

She's cut off, his voice fills the room as the blanket that hides his indignation is ripped off, and pot that carries his liquified anger finally boils over. He brings out the aforementioned revolver from his pocket, his knuckles whitening due to how tightly he had been clenching the grip. He holds it uneasily in his hand, his aim shaking as he aims it at Veronicas chest.

"You think you're smart? Think I don't see right through this?" His sudden words causing her to practically jump out of her skin in fear as adrenaline runs laps underneath her skin and courses through her veins.

His tone trembles in his throat, tangled with white hot rage at her attempt at making him believe this pathetic excuse for a lie.

"You don't love me, you never did." He tells her, his voice simmering just below a yell as his index finger grazes over the trigger guard, flirting with the idea of moving it to the trigger itself and pulling.

Pulling it would mean putting a wax seal on all of his turmoil now. Veronicas dead body would be a bitch of a mess to clean up, sure, but an easy way out is an easy way out nonetheless.

JD lets the sound of Veronicas quiet, incessant pleading with him fade into the background as he loses himself in the thought of what he should do with her. He gnaws at his lip, only stopping once he nearly draws blood from how hard he's biting. He wants her to suffer for what she's done to him. Suffer for the way she made his heart shatter, stepping on it until it broke into a million peices that he's not even sure he can glue back together this time.

He draws his gaze back up to hers. "JD, put the gun down. It doesn't have to end like this." She speaks up once she noticss that he's lowered the gun slightly. But trying to conciliate with him only offers the same effect that poking a stick at a sleeping bear would, because it simply makes him more livid.

"Fucking be quiet!" He commands her, his voice borderline yelling once again as he re-steadies his aim on her and her mouth clamps shut in an instant.

He shakes his head. No. No, he can't do that, no. She doesn't deserve the luxury of death.

JD pauses, glancing around hastily for a moment before setting his gun down on the surface of her desk. Normally, under amy other circumstance Veronica would lunge at it. Turn the tables on him. But the way his gaze shoots daggers into her, the way she can hardly see the beautiful brown of the eyes that she once fell head over heels in love with, now covered almost entirely by his pupils. The sight alone is enough to scare her straight.

"You're right." He admits, his voice laced with a feigned sense of calm as he paces towards her slowly, like a predator stalking towards prey. "It doesn't have to end this way."

He has her cornered in what seems like the blink of an eye, trapping her back against the white wall of her childhood bedroom. Her pleading eyes search his and upon searching, she only finds that nothing but contempt and disdain for her in this moment swims inside of them.

Along with something else. Something sadistic. Something that had been kept locked away from the world for far too long. Stowed away and left uncared for. Whether it had escaped on it's own, or JD had let it loose was beyond her, and frankly she didn't want to know the answer.

She's caught off guard when he suddenly slams his lips into hers, taking her mouth in a forceful kiss fueled by obsession and desire and some twisted rationale. He was plagued with the idea that this was the only way to make her realize. Make her realize that she was his, no matter what she thought otherwise. To him, she was the one who was sick; unwell. She needed enlightening, and this was his way of doing just that. Making her better. Fixing her.

"Jason–!" Veronica strains, placing her hands on JD's chest and trying to push him off of her, only to fail. She cranes her head to the side as to avoid his kiss but he grabs her jaw, forcefully pulling her lips back to his and resuming his ruthless invasion of her mouth.

He lowly moans into her mouth, kissing her still, even as she continues to persist and fight against him. He doesn't care, evidently. In his mind, she's his property. And really, after all he's done for her? She should be. I mean, he protected her when nobody else could. Saved her from being socially outcasted by Heather Chandler and even date-rape from Kurt Kelly. So in his fucked up mind, all he was doing was collecting his payment.

JD runs his hands up and down along her body hungerly as if he were a man starved and this was his first meal in God knows how long. Appreciating every picture perfect curve and crevice of her body, she was his Goddess and he was her worshipper. Even if she didn't want to be worshipped.

JD moves a hand from her waist to Veronicas breast and fondles her posessively, wishing that her clothes weren't a barrier between his rough hands and her soft skin. Whatever, he could deal with that later. Right now he's too caught up in how the girl in blue feels trapped between him to really give the matter much thought.

Finally though, JD does pull away only once the need to catch his breath outweighs his insatiable need to have his mouth on hers, leaving Veronicas lips swollen and painting the flesh of her cheeks a beautiful rosy pink.

"Get off of me, you fucking psycho!" She commands him, still struggling to free herself from the barrier that is his body. He doesn't listen, of course. What did she expect?

"Admit it, you want this." he husks sadistically, a gasp leaving Veronicas parted lips as he reaches two fingers under her knee-length skirt and moves her panties aside to slide two didgets into her folds only to pull them out after a moment, showing her own slick wetness that now coats his index and middle fingers.

"See? You want this just as much as I do." He tells her matter of factly, ignoring the way her face contorts and tears spring at the corners of her eyes, threatening to boil over.

A pause before he continues, breaking the silence. "Don't worry, though. I'll give you exactly what you want." He assures her before grabbing her arm and guiding—Or more like dragging due to the way she struggles—her across the room and to her bed.

Veronica tries to fight him off, but it's no use against the vice grip that he currrntly holds on her arm. She quicky comes to the realizatiom that she made her bed the second she chose to break up with JD, and now all that's left to do is lie in it. Literally, because her bed is only a few short steps away and by the time she's finished with her thought she finds herself being pushed into the mattress of her bed, with JD looming over her figure.

Veronica pushes herself into a sitting position as she makes an effort to stand upright, but her efforts are quickly put to a stop when JD pushes her back down by the shoulders. Veronica had been able to fight him off in the past, like at JD's rental home on the couch in his living room, when she'd first broken up with him. When he told her "You'll be back". What he'd failed to mention though, was that if she didn't come back on her own accord, he would drag her back to him. No matter the lengths in which he had to go to get a good grip on her.

Now, his resolve is stronger than hers. An impenetrable wall of steel, carefully constructed to withstand her pitiful struggling under him as well as the angel on his shoulder telling him to let her go unscathed. No, he'd let her win once but not this time. This time, it was his turn to get his way.

He grabs her wrists in his hand and forcefully pins them above her head, eliciting a shocked gasp to fall from her parted lips. She can't even struggle with how tightly he's holding her, the slightest movement of her wrists under his unrelenting gasp causes her skin to burn due to the friction between the two. He holds her as if she isn't real, and might turn to dust if he lets his grip relax in the slightest.

Jason forces a knee between her thighs, making her yelp as she feels herself being forced open for his inevitable entry. His free hand makes its way down to the zipper of his jeans and he pulls them down just enough to reveal his black boxers, as well as the buldge that the fabric does little to hide.

Veronicas stomach churns, knotting itself, and she feels like she might throw up as she watches him bring down the fabric of his jeans. Now, Veronica really tries to fight him off as the adrenaline spikes in her veins and she grows desperate for an escape.

She inhales a sharp breath, but before a scream can be born, it dies when two fingers are shoved down her throat, making her gag as they suddenly hit her uvula. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, though she blinks them back just as quickly as they came.

Jasons gaze flicks over to the window which still remains opened from when he'd entered prviously, then brings his face close to hers as he meets her eyes yet again, his tone carrying a stern threat as he speaks.

"Scream, I dare you. Scream and see what happens." He challenges, though he already knows she won't. The look in her eyes gives it all away before she can put it into words. Glossy and wide and darting around the room, eventually landing on his revolver that sits menacingly on her desk. That's when she tosses the idea of screaming for help.

He grins. That was one thing he was good at: Knowing exactly what she was thinking at any given moment. Being able to read people, especially her, had given him quite the advantage in their relationship. For example, the night before Kurt and Rams death, when she'd questioned him on the bullets they'd be using. He'd conjured up a perfect lie and had it in the back of his head days prior to the event unfolding. He had always been a step ahead of her. Always would be.

A string of saliva follows his fingers as he retracts them from her mouth, and she gasps once the foreign object is removed. He wipes his moist fingers on the fabric of his blue flannel before pulling down his boxers completely, finally exposing his length.

He chews his lip, lining the head of his dick up with Veronicas enterance and without warning he slams into her. Being suddenly stretched after having not been for so long draws out a sharp cry from her throat that fills the air around them. She wants to dissapear, wishes the Earth would just swallow her whole already. Wishes JD was dead. Part of her wonders how she ever loved him in the first place. But the way she's positioned gives her no room to continue sturggling. The way she's positioned forces her to have her legs wrapped around him with her hands pinned above her head by his own as he continues to fuck into her. Forces her to take him fully.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills her ears, and JD is fucking her so rough, so hungerly, that wet droplets prick in the corners of her eyes as she begins feeling like she might tear open due to how unprepared she was for his sudden intrusion. She hates everything in this moment. Hates how her breasts bounce as JD pounds into her tightness, taunting him. Encouraging his actions further. Hates how she's completely helpless at his mercy, and especially how betrayed she feels. I mean, he was supposed to love her, not hurt her like this. What had she done to deserve this? Sure, she'd broken up with him, but he was batshit crazy! He killed! She should've turned him in while she had the chance.

"JD, fucking stop it–." Veronica hiccups as the tears that prick at the corners of her eyes finally spill over, dampening her face as they roll down her cheek.

JD tuts quietly at her, using his tumb to swipe away the tears and brings his lips close, in order to pepper noxious kisses on her skin. "God, but you feel so good right now, how can I?" He questions, his soft and gentle tone a stark contrast to his rough pace and his actions which have been consistently covetous towards her.

"See what you do to me, 'Ronnie? You're fucking irresistable." He says, his lips moving down to her neck, and she lets him, even tilting her head back further to give him more room. "So perfect for me." He praises in between kisses.

She whines, feeling herself crumble under his touch, his venomous tone. Unable to put up any real fight, tired and worn out from all her struggling previously. Her resolve begins to weaken and she begins to enjoy her torment, in some fucked up way. Even beginning to buck her hips up in an attempt to help him reach deeper inside her, selfishly chasing her own orgasm even though everything in her is screaming that this is wrong.

She's confused. He's being so.. gentle all of a sudden. And after being so forceful and aggressive with her, it's starting to become a welcome change of pace for her. Does this even count as assault anymore? If she's enjoying it?

No. No, what is she even thinking? Of course this is rape, whether she's enjoying it or not, it doesn't matter. And no, she's not enjoying it. She can't. If she does, that just.. let's JD know that he's won. But then again, maybe this isn't so bad? The feeling of being fucked in just the right spot, and the moans that only JD can pull from her when he does hit that spot. The feeling that only JD can make her feel. Admittedly, she has missed this, as much as she hates to admit it. Fuck, she's so confused. And that confusion only scares her even more, fills her with a sense of dread she's never experienced before.

But this is exaclty what JD wants. He wants her to be confused. Wants her to be unablw to understand her emotions. It makes her even more vulnerable. Easier to manipulate. He wants to have the control over her that a puppeteer would have over their marrionette. And this is just one step closer to that.

"That's it baby, give in." JD encourages her as he senses her resistance start to wane. His tone is sickeningly sweet as he brushes a hand through her brown strands of hair. "Come all over my cock, you know you wanna." He rasps in her ear, only driving her closer to the edge.

After a moment, his hand finds its way to her already throbbing clit, and Veronica jumps as JD begins moving his fingers in circles along the nerve, causing her legs to quiver ever so slightly, and waves of white hot electricity to flow through her.

This is his favorite game, and he loves every second he gets to play. Just watching her break beneath him as he keeps working his fingers on her, and unravelling her like a tightly tied knot that only he knows how to untangle. It only fills him with a sense of pride knowing that he's the only one who can make her sound like this, make her react like this to his every touch and caress and graze of his fingers, or his lips, on her skin. It only fuels his posessiveness, his insatiable desire to own her even more.

It's humiliating, in a way. After begging him to get off, and pleading for him to stop, what? She's just.. enjoying it all of a sudden? It's confusing, her conflicting emotions, and it makes her question if she really does want this afterall. I mean, her body is screaming yes in every way possible, but everything in her head is telling her no. That this is wrong. That this needs to stop.

But despite her protests, she begins to feel something build within her. A feeling that she struggles to hold back. She arches herself slightly and lets her eyes flick to the back of her head, closing them and letting herself bask in the sensation of his cock rubbing perfectly against her inner walls, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes her tremble.

"Yeah?" He hums as he notes her reactions to everything he's doing, taking in all of her facial expressions as if she were a peice of art in a museum to be admired. "Right there? Just like that?"

"Fuck–" She tries to hold back her words, but fails miserably as the overwhelming urge for release consumes her. "Yes, oh, God yes." She speaks as she nods her head quickly, her shallow panting only continues adding to the mixture of noises leaving her mouth. Music to JD's fucking ears.

So of course, he continues to thrust in and out, loving the fact that she's finally come to her senses and let him make her feel good. Finally stopped resisting him.

This continues until finally, finally, she convulses letting out one final peircing moan as she's overcome with a sudden wave of euphoria that crashes over her, and she feels herself come undone around the length of his cock inside her, tantalizingly working her through her orgasm with deep, slow thrusts before finally resting his weight beside her on the bed, it shifting under his weight.

What's strange is she doesn't even get up. Doesn't try to stand or do anything to put any distance between her and her assaulter. No, she lets herself continue lying there, on her soft mattress, completely and utterly spent.

JD notices this and decides to use the fact in his favor, turning his head to the side and meeting Veronicas lidded gaze. "See, Veronica? I knew deep down, you loved me." He insists breathlessly, letting a soft grin play at his expression.

Either he knows all too well what he's doing, or he truly doesn't see an issue with this what he's just done. And either way, it's not a good sign. At all.

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how would yall feel about vampire jd headcanons ?? :3

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↻ ^. jason dean/cheating!reader headcanons

TW: mentions of self-harm, depictions of violence.

a/n:: made this while listening to "lying is the most fun a girl can have w/o taking her clothes off" by p!atd.

been wanting to kinda expand on jd's darker more obsessive side because i feel like if they hadn't had to tone him down to make the movie more marketable then he would literally be a PSYCHOPATH. also take this while i work on a fic that is essentially exploring the same thing😋

↻ ^. — he'd heard rumors spreading through westerberg that you'd cheated, and of course he didn't believe them at first. gave you the benifit of the doubt. but when he got confirmation from heather duke that it was true? well, mad would be an understatement when describing how he felt when he found out. it wasn't obvious at first, given the fact it was the middle of the school day when he'd question heather, but when he found out he was livid. it was the only thing in his mind the rest of the day, he couldnt focus on anything else.

↻ ^. — when he got home (as well as the weeks following) he was lashing out at everyone and everything for the littles things, punching walls, getting into yelling matches with his father and staying out way past curfew doing only God knows what. brainfreezes didn't even help to ease his pains anymore. understandably though, right? i mean, after all you two have been through? he KILLED for you for christs' sake! how could you just.. cheat like that? so carelessly, like he'd meant nothing to you.

↻ ^. — he didn't speak to you at all when the two of you broke up. at all. not even a glance while passing in the halls, it was like you had become a ghost to him. you thought he was fine with the breakup, felt the same way, like the spark wasn't there anymore. but no. he was brewing in his anger, letting it eat him up inside. it was all he could think about in class. he'd accidentally break the tips of pencils after not realizing how hard he was pressing on the paper, or knock the waterbottle of someones desk because of how quick and frantic his movements were. the anger was starting to leak out of him and he didn't have enough tape to patch up the cracks, and believe me, he tried. because he knew what could happen if he didn't. he even relapsed this time, slitting his wrists and basking in the way that the cut burned and stung after he'd drag the knife on his skin, peeling back a layer or two. it was a nice way to clear his foggy mind for a while, the knife acted like a killswitch for all his turmoil. and since his dad didn't take the time to properly notice, this became a frequent coping mechanism for him.

↻ ^. — but still, at night, when he couldn't sleep and his mind drifted off to you, and to him, and what you two did.. together.. god, it'd make him sick to his stomach. make his blood boil. his mind was starting to wander places he didn't want it to. he wanted to hurt. partially himself, he thought maybe it'd make you feel bad for what you'd done if it was announced that he'd commited suicide. but after second thought, he realized that wasn't a productive use of time. in all honesty, he'd thought about how easy it'd be to kill you, but again, he still loved you. he couldn't do that to you. to himself. if he wanted to keep you, he'd have to remove the one thing taking you away from him. but believe me, he didn't want to have to come to killing, he wanted his murderer days to end after Kurt and Ram, but you'd practically forced his hand, hadnt you? and in the back of his mind a plan was starting to come to fruition.

↻ ^. — he tried desperately to just wait this out. figuring it was just a phase, and he'd have you back soon enough. but when he would stare at you and him at lunch, watching how you two interacted, he started to realize that this wasn't a phase that wouldn't end on it's own, figured that he didn't have the patience to wait for this to end. he started to resign himself to the fact he would have to end this himself. even if it hurt you, it was for the better. he was the only one who could keep you safe, and he would do just that. wether you would choose to go with him willingly, or if he would have to drag you away kicking and screaming was beyond him, but still. he'd do it. because at the end of the day, loved you. it really is crazy the lengths one can go for love, huh?

↻ ^. — he was nice enough to wait until you left his house after school on saturday morning, giving him enough time earlier in the week to study his schedule and figure out the best time to intrude, while simultaniously granting you your final visit with him (though unbeknownst to you). he watched you leave, waiting until you were far enough to not notice the shadow-y figure climbing through his bedroom window. his favorite entrypoint. offers some level of descretion, while effectively trapping the person in a confined space.

↻ ^. — part of him wanted to slam his face in, beat him to a bloody pulp until he was so disfigured and unrecognizable that he'd be deemed a disgrace to humanity and shunned, probably executed for just how disturbing he looked. but no, he didnt have the time nor the proper cleaning materials for that. if he wanted you back, he needed to do this smart. and pounding the "love of your life"s face in was not the right way do to that.

↻ ^. — or at least, that's what he told himself. but when jd finally got his hands on the guy, all of that rage that had been snuffed out and pushed down resurfaced and reignited like lava oozing out of a freshly errupted volcano. he probably beat the guy worse than when he fought kurt and ram. jd broke his nose and beat him black and blue, only stopping once the boys eye was swollen and it physically hurt jd to continue slamming his fist into the guys face. his original plan was to make this look like a suicide. a reliable tactic, though old. but now it would've been obvious that it wasn't a suicide, because who beats themselves up beforehand? now, he had to improvise.

↻ ^. — jd took the guy outside, into his car and drove him to a secluded area surrounded by nothing but the wilderness. dumped his body on the ground and using his revolver, stuck a bullet right between his blackened eyes. sure, he was a bloody mess, but after he cleaned himself (and this newly dead body) up, he could focus on getting you back. finally.

↻ ^. — of course, it did take you a while to get over the death of your boyfriend. but he understood. tried to remind himself to have patience and give you time and space to mourn properly before slowly planting a foot through the door and weaseling his way back into your life. and god, when you finally did come around to the idea of getting back with him? all that trouble he'd gone through just to get one person out of the picture made it worth the wait. now that he had you back in his arms, he wasn't going to let you leave. ever again. and as long as you didnt find out that he was the one who murdered your ex boyfriend? that wouldnt be a problem at all.

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WHERE IS MY NERDY, OFF PUTTING BUT SWEET BOYFRIEND WITH DARK CIRCLES

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Have you ever done the nsfw hcs for Veronica? If not, could you?

veronica sawyer nsfw alphabet

pairing:: mostly just veronica, but there are mentions of JD (for the sake of adding more detail)

a/n:: holy crap winona looks soo pretty in this pic wow. ALSO, my first ask that i get to answer, yay !!

↻ ^. A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

enjoys a warm shower either by herself listening to her music, but isn't opposed to having JD join her if he really wants to. sometimes, them in the shower together even results in a round two between the pair, given that they're both up for it.

↻ ^. B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

on herself she likes her thighs, especially when JD buries himself in them, marking her skin up with hickeys and peppering them in kisses before he goes down on her.

on JD? probably his lips. it was his smile that drew her in, afterall. plus, the feeling of him smiling against her lips when they're making out never fails to give her butterflies.

↻ ^. C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

this girl cannot swallow for the life of her. she always tries, since everyone talks about how it's supposed to be "hot" when girls swallow, but she always ends up gagging and having to spit it out; much to her own embarrassment.

↻ ^. D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

once, her and JD were getting it on in his car at an empty 7/11 parking lot in the late hours of the night, and some drug addict that was high off god knows what started staring. JD noticed and stopped mid-act to have veronica help him deal with the unwanted gawker. after rhe whole ordeal, he didn't want to just leave veronica hanging so he took her back to her house and helped her finish before going back to properly dispose of the body.

↻ ^. E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

she definitely knows what she's doing now, but at first when she had no prior experience, she was very nervous and awkward especially since all her friends had already had their first times and didn't know what to expect. though veronica was embarrassed, JD actually found this to be cute. now, she does know what she's doing to some degree but with new partners she can still sometimes get nervous.

↻ ^. F= Favorite position

she's usually on the bottom when she's with her partners, but when she is on top she likes being in cowgirl position (as we can clearly see from dead girl walking in the musical). she finds a lot of satisfaction in watching as her partners eyes roll back in pleasure while she rocks back and fourth on them. it gives her confidence knowing that she's the one making them feel this good.

↻ ^. G= Goofy (how serious are they)

when she first got with JD she was incredibly nervous so to combat her nervousness, she was cracking jokes every two seconds and couldn't take things seriously at first. eventually though, her nervousness did start to fade and the jokes surpassed.

↻ ^. H= Hair (grooming habits)

she tries to keep herself shaved all the time, but honestly it's just too much effort to put up with and half the time she just can't be bothered. she still does shave, just not as often as she wants to.

↻ ^. I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

definitely more of the romantic type in the moment, especially if it's her first time with someone. she wants the entire experience to be a good one for both her and the person she's getting with. she'll make sure everything is perfect before inviting someone over, because she wants them to feel as comfortable as possible while they're together.

but, if she feels needy, you'll be able to tell right away. her kisses are ever so slightly sloppier and she's more handsy than usual, often quickly wandering down to their partners waistband as the pair are making out and pulling lightly at it to signal to her partner what she wants.

↻ ^. J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

doesnt masturbate often since the only time she reslly gets in the mood is when her partner initiates it. in which case, she doesn't need to because she'll just do it with whoever caused her to get into that mood in the first place. though, on the off chance she is alone when she gets those urges, she'll lets herself indulge in her fantasies .

↻ ^ .K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

she was pretty vanilla before she met jd, but he introduced her to kinks and although she was nervous at first, she found that she likes bondage and even being blindfolded sometimes. something about the suspense of not knowing what her partner is doing, and the fact that her body goes haywire at any touch or sensation drives her absolutely crazy.

↻ ^. L= Location (where they like to get it on)

usually prefers to do it in the comfort of her own home or her partners, doesn't really matter. but she also, since being with JD, isn't entirely opposed to doing it in public as long as it's still semi-private (like an empty bathroom or abandoned alleyway) and they don't actually get caught in the act. even if someone does see them, it's not a big deal. afterall, JD is fully capable of "dealing with" whoever might catch them and as said earlier, has had to do it before.

↻ ^. M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

↻ ^. N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

i said this previously, but she used to be suuper vanilla. though since she's gotten with JD she's definitely tested her limits with him, and honestly there isn't much she won't do at this point and has grown to love testing the limits, it's become a part of the fun for her.

↻ ^. O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

on the recieving end for the most part, but she is pretty skilled with her mouth and she actually does enjoy the reactions that she can draw out of her partner when she's giving.

↻ ^. P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

as ive said before, she isn't the biggest fan of quickies and she likes to be able to take her time with her partner, so most often her pace is slow and sensual. she does, however, have her moments where she's so worked up and desperate for relief that her pace becomes quick, selfish as she takes her partners length like she's a dead girl walking all over again.

↻ ^. Q= Quickie (how do they feel about quickies?)

she isn't entirely against quickies, but they're not her favorite thing in the world. she likes to be able to take her time with her partner without having to feel rushed. but, if she's in public and really doesn't want to have to wait? that's when she'll let quickies slide.

↻ ^. R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

yes, 100%. being with JD she's almost always taking risks. at first she was reluctant to try new things, but JD made her feel comfortable with it and knew exactly how to push her limits without going too far too fast. i mean, one of the previous headcanons mentions how she literally had to murder someone with him in the middle of the act. so yeah, i think she's pretty okay with risk-taking.

↻ ^. S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

two is the most she really needa before she's fully satisfied. usually, veronica is content with just going one round, but on occasion she will want to go for another and only needs a few minutes of cooldown time between rounds before she's ready to go at it again.

↻ ^. T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

not a big toy user, her fingers get the job done just fine. but she does have a vibrator at the bottom of her dresser drawer for when she does get in the mood and doesn't feel like using her hands, though she will only really use them on herself when she's alone and doesn't have her partner around to help satisfy her needs.

↻ ^. U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

she actually does enjoy being teased and getting all worked up just to have no relief. usually she's a pretty patient person, so she has no problem with waiting to get what she wants. plus, it only makes her orgasm ten times better when she finally does get to climax.

↻ ^. V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

honestly i feel like she isn't all that loud in bed at all. sure, maybe she doe get loud sometimes, especially if she's enjoying herself, but for the most part all you'll hear coming out of her mouth is soft moans and the occasional curse word followed by her saying your name like it's a prayer.

↻ ^. W= Wild card (random headcanon of any sort)

veronica is such a prolific cook. making her favorite people their favorite foods is basically like her own love language, and JD sometimes jokes that she's better than gordon ramsay. she started cooking when she was really young and even had one of her own easy bake ovens that she would use to make cookies all the time. (though they weren't all that good)

eventually though, this easy bake oven gabe her the impression that she was smart enough to use the actual oven, and she quickly got her cooking privileges taken away for a long time when she accidentally started a fire.

↻ ^. Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

↻ ^. X= X-Ray (whats under the clothes?)

she'll get horny here and there obviously, shes a teenage girl with hormones afterall. but (similar to my heather chandler headcanon) she doesn't usually get horny on her own, it mostly just hapens when her partner initiates it with her.

↻ ^. Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

if she hasn't showered and she's tired, she'll go to sleep supperrr quickly afterwards. on the off chance she isn't tired, she'll be snuggled up under the covers reading a book. veronica is a deep sleeper so she'll usually be dead asleep for longer than JD, though he doesn't really mind this because it allows him to have his alone time, and sometimes he cooks food for her to wake up to.

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↻ ^. heather chandler nsfw alphabet

notes:: kinda a mix of heathers musical personality and her movie personality, (mostly musical tho) in the musical i headcanon her as being a closeted lesbian, so majority of these will be a mixture of her paired with a girl and a guy in mind.

↻ ^. A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

if it's just a quickie or a hookup? shes immedietly cold and distant, probably fleeing as soon she can get the opportunity to. if it's someone she's close with though, she acts the total opposite. she lets that person see the soft side of her, the side that isn't such a "mythic-bitch" and is really just a big softie. she'll cook too, often making the persons favorite food if they're not asleep afterwards. (fic on this??)

↻ ^. B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

on her, definitely her hair. she takes a lot of pride in taking care of it and keeping it healthy. shes a perfectionist so every day she spends at least an hour at her vanity in the morning making sure each curl falls in that way that frames her face perfectly.

on her partner? probably their chest. if her partners a woman, she always sneaks glances at their chest when nobodies looking, and she'll bite her lip while trying her best to stay focused on her work and not fantasize about things that are entirely too innappropriate to be thinking about in a school setting.

↻ ^. C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

you will never catch this girl swallowing or putting those fluids ANYWHERE near her mouth. she thinks its disgusting, messy, repulsive, and the women who say it tastes good are liars. she brushes her teeth like 5 times after she's gotten with a man and then shoves down like, ten mints and a piece of gum.

↻ ^. D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

she's done it with kurt and ram once, which is why she works so hard to keep them on such a tight leash. if anyone at westerberg found out that she'd gotten with kurt and ram, she'd be absolutely morified. honestly, she's pretty surpised that they haven't gone around telling the whole school yet but she figured that they're wise enough to know that if they did try and spread the word of the hook up, heather could easily just make it seem like a stupid rumor.

↻ ^. E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

she knows the basics, obviously. she's definitely more experienced with men than she is with women though, given the fact that shes closeted. but even then she doesn't really let most men get with her at all, since they'd probably go bragging about it and she doesn't want to be deemed the slut of the school. and, she can't really get with a woman on the off chance that they'll out her to the entirety of westerberg and she'll get crucified.

↻ ^. F= Favorite position

with a girl? anything where she can be on top. she loves being on top, telling her partners what to do, etcetera. anything where she can have an excuse to extert authority onto her partners, honestly.

but with a boy, she usually just let's them take the lead. half the time she doesn't even get to finish. she'll go home unsatisfied and use her hands to get herself off until she's finally came.

she also loves having someone on her knees for her (ex: "hope you brought kneepads, BITCH!")

↻ ^. G= Goofy (how serious are they)

she doesn't often make jokes, usually just focused on going through the motions and getting it over with, especially if she's with a man. but she'll loosen up ever so slightly with a woman, and how she acts when y'all are finished is usually a telltale sign if she's comfortable with you or not.

↻ ^. H= Hair (grooming habits)

in a relationship with a man, she keeps herself fully shaved almost 24/7, 365. often during lunch with the heathers, you'll hear about her plans to go get a wax job, talking about how smooth and freshly shaven her legs are for whatever boy of the month she's gotten with now. basically anything in her power to keep herself looking perfect.

on the contrary, since she's almost always more comfortable when dating a woman, she lets her body hair grow ever so slightly, though she still works to keep herself well-groomed to some degree.

↻ ^. I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

honestly? i can see her being a mix of both, and it really depends on how long she's been with someone. since she is practically worshipped at westerberg, she tries to keep up her cold exterior. afterall, she never really knows how long a relationship will last until her partner gets bored, and she doesn't want word to spread of how she's secretly a warm person under all those layers of ice.

she can be very rough and fast-paced with someone for the first time, she's usually afraid to let her walls down and let herself bottom for the first few months, bur after a while, her partners will slowly notice a change as she grows more comfortable and trusts them more, she'll become more romantic.

↻ ^. J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

rarely masturbates. if she's hooking up with a man she's usually she's just turned off after the whole ordeal, but if on the off chance that she was turned on, she'll wait until she has her own privacy and use her fingers to get herself off.

if she's dating a woman? masturbating is almost always put off the table completely since it's basically guarenteed that when she's done, she's entirely spent.

↻ ^. K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

though she lowers her standards when she's with men, this girl wants to be treated like a goddess in bed by another woman. like rihanna once said, "want you to make me feel like im the only girl in the world."

if were taking the fact that heathers dad is rich beyond belief, she's probably used to getting whatever she wants. so, she'll tell her partner exactly what she wants, when she wants it. she definitely isn't too fond of teasing from her partners because she wants to get right to the point. if anything, teasing just annoys her and can ruin her mood sometimes.

also, i feel like she wouldnt mind having her partner watch her masturbate, ykwim? kinda like, "you can look but you cant touch" type deals.

↻ ^. L= Location (where they like to get it on)

she prefers to be in her room when it happens, as that's where she's most comfortable. also, given the fact that her dad is always out on lengthy business trips and her mom is often out cheating, (personal hc that heathers parents dont sleep in the same bed anymore, but stay together for her sake) she's almost always left home alone which allows her to be as loud as she wants.

↻ ^. M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons?)

I think some light teasing could work on her for a little bit, but again, after a while she just becomes irritated and annoyed, and eventually turned off entirely.

i think another big turn on for her is red-heads, or people with a red-ish tint to their hair. (like movie duke, for example) after hanging out with blondes and burnettes all the time it starts to become boring, and the different, more unique hair color will always make people seem 10x more attractive in her eyes.

↻ ^. N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

again as i said earlier, teasing is a big turnoff for her if it goes on for too long. but other than that, i cant really think of anything she wouldnt do besides, like, your average non-con, piss-kink, etc shit yk?

↻ ^. O= Oral (do they prefer receiving or giving?)

with a male partner she almost always ends up giving, although she'd much rather prefer to be on the recieving end, which she does get to do when she's with girl partners. she isn't often on the giving end with girls but when she does give, its always amazing.

↻ ^. P= Pace (how fast are they? how long do they last in bed?)

its a gamble, really. sometimes she's able to last around an hour, sometimes she lasts around ten minutes. but one things for sure is that she nearly always finishes quicker when she's with girl partners. with guys she can usually last as long as them, and sometimes she just doesnt finish at all.

↻ ^. Q= Quickie (opinions on quickies? how little/how often?)

quickies happen frequently with both the men and the women she hooks up with. part of this is because she doesn't want people to find out that she's getting into the sheets with a girl. she doesnt know what she'd do if someone found out she swung the same way, especially since she was raised to believe that anyone who was gay went to hell. with guys, quickies are usually just because she just wants to get it over with and feels some sort of "obligation" to get with them, wether it be to make up for the fact she sleeps with girls on occassion, or whatever other reason.

↻ ^. R= Risk (do they like to try new things?)

not really. i think heather is pretty vanilla, actually. maybe like, light bondage but it'd have to be loose knots with something soft like ribbon or a blanket or something. she wouldn't want to go to school having rope marks around her wrists, especially since she takes care to look perfect nearly all the time.

↻ ^. S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long does each round last?)

again she's incredibly vanilla, so she's usually spent one round (if she even finishes in the first place, that is.), and another short one if her partner really wants to go again for whatever reason.

↻ ^. T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers?)

she's considered buying a vibrator for herself on multiple occasions, and even got one at one point, though she doesn't use it because one: she doesn't really masturbate in the first place, and two: when she does, she's able to finish just fine with her own hands.

↻ ^. U= Unfair (are they a tease? how much so?)

↻ ^. W= Wild card (random headcanon of any sort)

she hates teasing when people do it to her. but she's 100% a hypocrite. she'll tease others beyond belief and she has fun every single time she does it. one time, she took one of her boyfriends into an empty classroom just to get him all worked up just before test, only to left him unsatisfied in the end. she loved the fact that he was constantly giving her looks from across the classroom while they were testing, and honestly she wouldn'tve been surprised if she'd left him hard for the rest of the day.

↻ ^. V= Volume (are they loud or quiet? do they talk at all?)

heather is pretty quiet with men, but will fake her own moans for their own enjoyment (and even has faked her own orgasms multiple times). but if she's actually enjoying herself she has a high pitched moan and will occasionally curse between breaths.

not nsfw, but heather doesn't just have one bow/scrunchie, she has a whole collection. and they're not just red either. when she was trying to find "her color", she bought purple, black, orange, and brown scrunchies before eventually landing on her signature red ones.

↻ ^. X= X-ray (what’s underneath the clothes?)

FRECKLES. EVERYWHERE. when she was younger, she thought they were unique but as she grew older she learned to hate them, since everyone else around her had porcelain, picture perfect skin. makeup does a pretty sufficient job of hiding the ones scattered on her face, and her clothes hiding the ones that trickle down the rest her body.

↻ ^. Y= Yearning (sexdrive)

not a very high sex-drive and honestly, she would be perfectly content with not having sex ever again in her life. but on the other hand, it's not hard to turn her on. if you're a girl, that is. once she's turned on, she has to be satisfied or–as much as she hates to admit it,– she'll be thinking about what her and her partner could be doing for the rest of the time until she's finally able to indulge.

↻ ^. Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after? For how long?)

This girl does NOT sleep. in fact if she really had fun and enjoyed herself, she's energized. she'll cook for you, listen to music, and keep herself occupied with either your aftercare or her own. usually she takes a cold shower and then curls up to watch a movie with you, if you're not dead asleep that is.

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in the process of writing a jdonica hurt/comfort fic..

only issue? i dont know how to comfort people, so the only thing coming to my head for the COMFORT part of the fic is veronica saying "awww that sucks :(("

sos guys😭😭

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this is so incredibly real omg😭😭 debating on joining theater because of this too

Being gay means learning every part of Jd in the heathers musical in hopes to play as female Jd

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↻ ^. hell together

pairing: heather chandler/veronica sawyer

cw:: heathers homophobic at first, but veronica changes her opinions. use of the word fag😋

wc: 2869

a/n:: kinda fast paced i think?? but this was so fun to write tbh :3

Once again, Veronica finds herself tagging alongside the Heathers and attending a party. How fun! (not.) And, even though parties like this could overwhelm Veronica at times, given the loud noises and booming speakers that filled the area with headache enducing music, going to these things helped her fit in. Afterall, it was better to be with the Heathers and keep her reputation as "popular" than stop being around them and go back to an outsider.

And that's how she finds herself at another one of Kurts parties. Thanks, Heather.

Veronica tended to stick to being the wallflower, finding a cozy corner to stand in and observe until eventually Heather came to drag her home with the rest of the group.

And that's exactly what she thought was happening when Heather approached her just like she always did, and that's exactly what she thought was happening when Heather scolded her for always standing in the corner. Like she always did.

And that's exactly what he thought was happening until it wasn't. This time, instead of grabbing her hand like she always did, Heather didn't mention anything about leaving.

"Come on, Veronica. Everyone's playing Spin the Bottle except for you." Heather points out, folding her arms over her chest and regarding Veronica skeptically.

"There's plenty of people here.. Not playing Spin the Bottle." Veronica retorts, motioning to the swarm of people around them. It's clear that she intends to stay right where she is, enjoying his drink.

But obviously Heather isn't going to put up with it. "You know what I mean. You always do this whenever I take you to a party, I'm starting to wonder why I get you into these things in the first place." Heather presses, refusing to back down this time.

She does have a point, Veronica supposes. After a moment of silence shared between the two, she sets down his drink and Heather grins, knowing she's gotten her way yet again.

"It'll be very, I promise." Heather swears as she leads Veronica to the rest of the group, but she has a stinging feeling that this won't be very, like Heather says.

She leads Veronica up a flight of steps and down a hall to Kurts room and opens the door to enter, Veronica following closely behind.

Kurt, Ram, and Heather, and Heather sit next to eachother on the carpeted floor just by Kurts bed, all surrounding an empty beer bottle. Only making room for the Veronica and Heather once the two walk in.

"Veronica, finally decided to join us for once?" Heather Duke flashes her a snake-like grin, and it almost comes off as a threat.

"Not by choice," She clarifies, wrapping her arms around himself as she takes a now open spot next to Heather McNamara.

"I practically had to drag her here." Heather adds, sitting down next to Kurt.

"Whatever, now that we're all here, let's play already." Ram starts, grabbing the attention of everyone in the circle. He reaches out, spinning the bottle and watching as it spirals quickly on the floor, eventually slowing to a stop. It point's to McNamara.

Ram grins, darting his head over to Kurt. "Punch it in!" They laugh, fistbumping as Ram stands up along with Heather.

"If you want to kiss me, you don't need to use this childs game to do it." Heather states, rolling her eyes as she follows Ram into Kurts open closet, closing the door to the small space behind them.

Heather looks at Kurt, confusion mixed with irritation crosses her expression. "What? I thought this was Spin the Bottle, not Seven Minutes in Hevean."

Kurt only laughs, looking over at Heather Duke, encouraging her to explain. "We might've changed the rules just a little while you were gone getting Veronica." She says, giggling once she recognizes Heathers displeasure at the sudden game change.

"Right, that's it." Heather suddenly stands from the circle. "I'm not playing. Kissing is fine, but having to get into a closet with that thing?" She points to Veronica dramatically.

"Yeah, right. The only thing I'll be kissing is my suicide note if I spin the bottle and it lands on her." She spits, suddenly very against the idea of playing this game.

Veronica looks up at Heather, a grin crossing her expression. "C'mon, Heather. Don't be a such a sore sport, you'll kill everyones mood." She rationalizes.

"Like I care. It wasn't even my idea to have you play, it was Heathers." She folds her arms over her chest, her gaze flickering to Heather Duke where she sits cross-legged on the floor.

"Hm." Veronica hums, looking away and feigning indifference. "Didn't take you for a chicken." She muses aloud.

A slight twitch of Heathers eye can be observed. "Yeah, Heather, you chicken?" Kurt joins in on the teasing, and soon so does Duke, imitating that of a clucking chicken.

"Shut up, Heather." Heather warns, her gaze locking onto Dukes in an intimidating manner. But she doesn't shut up.

Veronica laughs at Heather Dukes unsual defiance, and it only makes Chandlers resolve weaken as the teasing from the group starts to get under her skin. And then eventually, she sits back down with a huff.

"Fine." She caves in finally, and the mocking subsides.

Eventually, Ram and McNamara exit the closet, and a cocky smile can be seen on Rams face, a blush on Heathers.

The game goes on as normal, people going in for seven minutes, and out afterwards. Some pairs don't appear phased at all once they come out, others... Not so much. Heather Duke and Kurt, McNamara and Veronica, Ram and Chandler, the list goes on.

And Chandler was starting to think she might be able to get out of this game with her pride still intact when after countless rounds, she hadn't got paired with Veronica.

But, she was quickly proven wrong, when she spun the bottle and it slowed to a stop on none other than the person she had hoped against hope not to get paired with.

"You've got to be kidding me," Heather mutters irritatedly as she watches Veronica grin and rise to her feet.

She extends her hand out for Heather to take. "Seven Minutes in Hevean. You know the rules." She states confidently, looking down at her position on the floor.

"Seven Minutes in Hevean?" Heather scoffs dramatically, "More like Seven Minutes in Hell." She adds a roll of her eyes for emphasis, before taking Veronicas hand and dragging her into the closet. "Let's just get this over with." She mutters as the door clicks closed behind the two.

"Alright, lesbos, your timers starting!" Kurt shouts from outside the closet door, surpressing a laugh.

"Yeah, don't get too.. lesbian in there!" Ram adds, and you hear the pair laugh rather obnoxiously before fistbumping.

The girl in red sits on top of a small wooden wardrobe inside the closet, crossing her legs over one another. "Don't get your hopes up. We're not doing anything in here." She warns Veronica.

"I'm well aware." She responds, leaning against the wall of the closet, and though it's hard to see in the dim lighting, she seems to be examining Heathers figure intently.

"Why are you so against playing this game with me, anyway?" Veronica inquires, the sliver of color that slides under the bottom crack of the door being the only source of light that invades the space.

"Because. I'm not.. a lesbian." Heather states firmly, her tone defensive.

Veronica smirks. "You say that like it's a bad thing. And, how do you know that anyway? Have you even kissed a girl before?"

"Because it is a bad thing! And, no, of course I haven't." Heather responds, looking at Veronica like she has two heads.

Veronica shrugs her shoulders. "Don't knock until you've tried it, Heather." The girl grins suggestively and Heathers face morphs into one of shock, and maybe slight disgust.

"Are you saying you have kissed a girl?" Heather accuses, glaring Veronica up and down.

"Maybe I am. What about it?" Veronica quirks an eyebrow up playfully and her tone begins to lace itself with a hint of flirtatiousness.

"Ew, you fa–" It takes Heather a moment to catch Veronicas tone, entirely focused on the fact she's kissed girls before. But when she does catch on, she pauses. "Are you really suggesting.. What I think you're suggesting?"

The whole mood shifts in an instant as Heather realizes what Veronica is insinuating, and the already cramped closet only seems to shrink further in size as tension takes up space between the two.

Veronica swiftly dodges Heathers question. responding with not an answer but a statement instead. "Y'know, Heather, honestly I think you're so against playing this game with me because you're afraid you'll do something you deem as immoral." She puts emphasis on that final word, and the way the sentence rolls off her tounge makes it seem like Veronica is challenging Heather. Daring her to do something immoral.

At first Veronica was only teasing, enjoying the rise she was starting to get from Heather. And maybe it's the fact that Heather can't turn down a challenge, or Veronicas teasing actually unintentionally succeeded in sparking something in her, but she says something entirely unexpected.

"Fine. Get over here." She orders Veronica.

Veronica steals Heathers lips in a slow kiss, but is surprised to find that Heather is quick to take it up a notch. Or two. She wraps her arms around Veronica, only pulling the two closer together as the girls manicured fingernails rest on Veronicas cheeks before moving to run through her auburn hair.

Veronica is slow with the pace of her kiss while Heather is very much the opposite, seeming to fight for dominance in this 'challenge' she's created for herself.

Veronica pulls away after a moment, grinning smugly. "There's no rush, Heather." She tells the blonde quietly, whispering so that the others outside the door aren't able to hear the pair.

"When you only have seven minutes, I think there is." Heather retorts, the determined look in her eyes never fading.

"Touchè." Veronica responds before bringing her lips back to Heathers, her hands beginning to roam, exploring the others' figure until one eventually lands on her upper thigh. She pulls away again.

"Seven minutes. Wanna make the most of this?" Veronica questions, quirking up an eyebrow as she awaits Heathers response.

And to nobodies surprise, Heather doesn't back down. She uncrosses her legs, parting them slightly and watching as Veronica lowers herself onto her knees in front if her. The pair never break eye contact.

Veronica parts Heathers legs enough to make room for herself between them, and luckily enough, her plaid skirt gives her easy access, and she easily pulls down Heathers red-laced panties to her ankles.

"Red. How fitting, I'm not surprised." She remarks lowly, a hint of a joke in her voice as she brings her eyes back up to Heathers.

"Red bra too, incase you were wondering." Heather responds, playing along with a tone just as teasing as Veronicas.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Heather." The girl in blue responds.

Heather rolls her eyes. "I don't have the patience for this, Veronica. Can we hurry this up?" Heather requests, though it comes off as more of an order.

Without another word, Veronica is quick to burry her head between Heathers thighs, swirling her tounge in slow circles on her clit, and revelling in the way she jolts, letting out a half-gasp, half-moan at the sudden contact that Veronica'll bet Heather wasn't expecting to feel this good.

Veronica grins, enjoying the taste of Heather on her tounge as well as the reactions she continues to draw out from Heathers lips. Dragging her teeth against Heathers folds, she watches as Heather shivers and bites her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back yet another quiet moan. Which she obviously fails to do.

Heather leans back, supporting her weight with one of her arms placed against the top of the dresser that she's been sitting on, and running the fingers of her other hand through Veronicas hair, she lets herself begin to drown in the feeling of ecstasy that slowly consumes her.

"Veronica," Heather moans out the girls name like a prayer, and her face turns pink at the realization that she's just moaned out a girls name.

Veronica pulls her mouth away from Heathers clit, and instead opting to use her hands instead. She replaces her tounge with her thumb applying slight pressure as she again moves it circles against Heathers clit. Veronica rises, her hand never leaving Heather as she does.

She begins planting passion-filled kisses against Heathers jaw before moving down slowly to her neck and moving the collar of her shirt aside, where the kisses that she plants grow to hickeys as Veronica begins to bite and nip at Heathers porcelain skin.

Heather moans at the feeling, her head dipping back slightly to allow for Veronica to have more canvas room, painting her skin a variety of pinks, reds, purples, and blues that would surely stay visible for God knows how long.

But in this moment, she couldn't care less about that. All Heather finds herself able to focus on is Veronicas ministrations as she continues to work circles on her throbbing clit, sending shivers down her spine and a cadence of moans that incessantly spill from her lips.

Speaking of which, Heathers moans which were once easily hushed with Veronicas lips on hers, begin to rise in volume, quickly becoming entirely too loud for the small space of the closet. If the two weren't careful, everyone outside would know what they were getting up to.

Veronica pulls away momentarily. "Heather, be quiet. Unless you want everyone to know how good I make you feel. And I doubt you want that, yeah?" She brushes a small strand of Heathers blonde curls aside, whispering lowly into her ear before she moves to cover her mouth. Still she uses her free hand to tirelessly pump her two fingers in and out of Heathers cunt.

Heather shakes her head in a no, her moans now muffled once again against Veronicas hand. How long has it been? It has to have been at least fve minutes now, surely. But who was really keeping count? Who could in a situatuon like this, where nobody is focused on anything except the onslaught of overwhelming sensations coursing through their veins?

"That's what I thought, so try to be quiet?" Veronica suggests playfully, although she knows all too well that Heather won't be able to. She's never experienced something like this, not from a woman at least. It's like her first time all over again. But this time, it probably feels ten times better.

"Fuck, Veronica, I–" Heather gasps feveriously, letting her eyes quickly flutter shut, she wraps her hands around veronicas waist, pulling her in closer.

"Come on, Heather." Veronica whispers words of encouragement into Heathers skin, probably loving too much the way Heathers hips roll on her fingers, desperately seeking more friction.

Veronica finally slips in a third finger, the feeling of Heathers walls expanding only to tighten once again around her fingers, feeling how wet she is, all for her. It causes a wave of confidence to crash over her. "Come for me." Veronica mutters.

And as if on command, Heather lets out one final muffled cry, the quivering of her legs slowly subsiding as Veronica coaxes her through an orgasm, the thrusting of her fingers slowing to a stop before she finally pulls her three digits out.

Heather pants, incredibly out of breath from the whole ordeal. She hops off the dresser before pulling up her panties once again and adjusting her hair in an attempt to make it look like she didn't just get finger-fucked by her best friend. Could she even call her that anymore?

"We're going to hell because of you." Chandler mutters as she looks over to Veronica, throwing her a fierce glare once she's caught her breath finally.

Veronica shrugs, indifferent. "At least we'll be there together." She grins teasingly and it looks like Heather might come up with another witty remark, but she's interuppted by Kurt who swings the door open, as well as a ringing alarm.

"Your times up!" Kurt exclaims, a sudden wave of light flows into the once dark closet, causing both Veronica and Heather to squint their eyes as they adjust.

Heather doesn't say anything, but brushes past Kurt, meeting his arm with her elbow as she pushes past him. Veronica follows suit.

"Have fun in there, you two?" Heather Duke grins mischeviously, and McNamara snickers.

"No." Heather answers plainly as she resumes her seat in the circle, but the blush planted on her face as well as the smile that Veronica fails to bite back tells the group an entirely different story.

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okay SO. im writing a 7 mins in hevean fic, and i cant decide if i want the pairing to be jd/heather chandler (whats the ship name for these two??) or chansaw..

FIC IS POSTED (since chansaw is the obvious winner)‼️ LINK IS HERE

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↻ ^. "i could never be mad at you, heather. not for this."

summary:: heather mcnamaras first valentines day with a girl.

pairings:: bi!veronica + never-been-with-a-girl-before-this!heather

wc:: 798

a/n:: yes, its not valentines day. i needed something to write because i am SO out of ideas and ive been wanting to write a mcsawyer fluff for a hot minute now. give me requests guys🙏🙏, also cross posted on ao3!! @/morbid__zombii

It's Valentines day, and a very special one, at that. Well, at least it's supposed to be. This was Veronicas first Valentines Day with Heather M. since she broke things off with JD. And while she didn't expect much, she still expected something. Like, maybe a box of chocolates, or a "Happy Valentines Day, love you!" From Heather.

But instead, she got the cold shoulder. Heather had ignored her all day at school, and she wasn't answering the phone when Veronica dialed her number. It was more confusing than saddening, to be honest. Heather had never treated her in this way before. Had she done something to offend her? Had Heather ditched her to go be with a boy again?

Then, a terrible thought crosses her mind. What if JD got to her? I mean, he certainly has the capabilities to kill her, if he really wanted to. Plus, what's another Heather to add to the list of murders? To him, they're all the same.

Jesus, she needs to calm down, but how can she when—

The phone rings. And Veronicas hand darts to pick it up with superhuman-like speed.

"Hey, are you busy?" Heathers voice comes off slightly anxious, but Veronica exhales a breath of relief she hadn't realized she was holding in before responding.

"No, why? Also, why have you been–"

"Be outside in ten minutes." Heather interrupts, her request only planting more questions in Veronicas mind.

"What? Heather, are you alright? You've been acting really weird today." Veronica continues her attempts at prying into Heather, her eyebrows pinching in confusion.

"Just– Look, I promise I'll explain everything in a bit, okay?" Heather reassures, completely dodging Veronicas worried questions.

The line goes quiet for a moment, before Veronica finally responds. "Alright.." She sounds unsure, anxious. And then the line clicks, signifying the end of the call.

Well, safe to say that conversation—Could you even call it a conversation? Did nothing to ease Veronicas worries. If anything it only amplifies them, because she soon finds herself chewing and biting at her nails, and checking the clock every few moments and watching impatiently as the minutes seem to drag on for decades.

And then, the doorbell rings, and Veronica springs up from her spot on the bed, nearly sprinting down the hall to open her front door.

She twists the doorknob and opens it so quickly that she thinks it might fall of it's hinges. And instead of spewing out the million questions she had in the back of her mind, they all die on her tounge when she sees Heather, standing at her doorstep with a beautiful blue boquet of flowers.

Not just any flowers either, these are Tulips, which just so happen to be Veronicas favorite.

"Ta-da.." Heather starts in a nervous sing-song tone, standing awkwardly as she holds them out to Veronica.

When she doesn't take them, her face tinges an embarassed shade of rosy pink, and she quickly resumes speaking.

"I've never really been with a girl before, so I just did what any guy would do." Heather stammers, still holding the boquet out to Veronica. "...Do you like them?"

A slow smile tugs at Veronicas expression, and she steps outside to embrace Heather in a tight hug, her arms wrapping around Heather comfortably.

"I love them, thank you." She responds finally, pulling away and taking the boquet with her, thoughtfully admiring them.

"I, uh, I'm sorry for brushing you off all day." Heather starts, twirling a strand of her sunshine-coloured hair between her fingertips.

"I just didn't know what to do, or say to you, that's all. And then I figured, 'well everyone likes flowers, right?' so I went out to buy you some that I think you'd like." She explains nervously, focused intently on anything besides Veronicas eyes.

"I hope your not too mad at me, I–" And that's when Veronica cuts off Heather, bringing her close and taking her lips in a sudden fevered kiss.

Heathers eyes widen, of course she wasn't expecting this. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she eventually closes her eyes and lets herself melt into Veronicas pillow-like kiss; and after a moment Heathers hands find home around Veronicas waist.

After what seems to stretch on for centuries, Veronica pulls away, pressing her forehead against Heathers, a soft smile decorating her already dreamlike features.

"I could never be mad at you, Heather." She reassures, her tone barely above a whisper. "Not for this."

With the boquet in one hand, Veronica grabs Heathers hand and leads her inside, an escape from the cold and blistering night air. Heather uses her own free hand to close the door behind the two of them, and follows as Veronica leads her back down the hall and to her bedroom.

"C'mon, let me give you your own Valentines Day gift now, yeah?" Veronica asks, her smile turned playful and her tone laced with unspoken promises.

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yes, spotify, i know i put heathers on shuffle, but i NEED yo girl and meant to be yours to play in order !!🙄

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maturing is realizing that freeze your brain is the best song in the musical

EACH STORE IS THE SAME

FROM LAS VEGAS TO BOSTON

LINOLEUM ISLES I LOVE TO GET LOST IN

I PRAY AT MY ALTAR OF SLUSH

YEAH I LIVE FOR THAT SWEET FROZEN RUSHHHHHHHHH

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take this silly jd i made in picrew while i work on a fic :3

link for anyone who wants it

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their faces after jd says "i didnt throw it" when veronica asks to catch his name i cannot😭😭

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↻ ^. "you can be the boss" [j.d/fem!user]

summary:: you meet j.d. at 7/11, and he gives you a cigarette with his number on it.

word count:: 3696

notes::

↻ ^. not spell checked

↻ ^. i think this gets cringe at some points (specially cuz i use y/n once) but HEY. shut up ok idc

After sleepless nights and a strict diet of coffee and other caffinated drinks to help you study for your midterms that seemed to be approaching quicker than you'd expected, you needed a break. A cigarette break, to be more specific.

Now under any normal circumstance, you'd just light a cigarette in your room, cracking open the window and letting the smoke drift out into the air. But, your parents had caught you smoking again. For the third time. They'd tried to lecture you time and time again, but it never worked. You always found a way to get your hands on a pack, one way or another.

If your parents walked into your room and smelled the lingering scent of the smoke in your room, they'd surely kill you this time. So, in order to not get caught for a fourth time, you take the short walk to 7/11 under the guise that you were off to get a slushie. That's how you find yourself standing behind the building where there would be no cameras, against the cool brick wall of the structure, fumbling around in your pockets for the pack you'd stolen from your moms purse.

Sure, she had tried to warn you against smoking like she did, but keeping cigarettes in the house where your kid can easily get to them wasn't too wise of a decision, was it? It's like they say, the apple never falls too far from the tree.

You finally pull them out, and open the pack. Damn, the last one in the pack. Whatever, you take it anyway. You reach back into your pocket and pull out your lighter, using your thumb to drag the metal wheel down, pressing the red ignition button.

With a flick and a spark, the gas inside ignites and allows a small, controlled flame to immerge and dance in the palm of your hand, casting a warm glow on a small portion of your skin.

You tremble slightly as you hold your cigarette in your other hand and bring it to the lighter, eager to taste the nicotine on your lips and the rush you get from inhaling the smoke.

Fuck, this exactly what you need, and—

Shit.

You dropped it.

Normally, you wouldn't care, picking it up and smoking it anyway. But it just so happened to fall in a puddle of murky water on the concrete.

"Fucking idiot," You curse under your breath, scolding yourself for your incompitence.

You huff frustratedly, about to head i side and grab a slushie to make it look like you didn't just go to 7/11 specifically for a smoke, when an unfamiliar voice catches your attention.

"You look like you need a new one, am I wrong?" The voice asks you.

You turn your head, and upon examinatiom, the voice is a 5'9" boy wearing a charismatic grin on his expression. He looks about seventeen-ish, brown hair that looks to be ruffled from the wind, and sharp blue eyes. And in his hand? A new cigarette that he holds out for you to take.

You'd always seen this kid at the 7/11 near your house. Though you'd never spoken to him directly, it seemed that any time you'd gone he never failed to make an appearance. And you couldn't tell if it was your paranoia, or the fact it was always late at night when you'd go, but you always felt his eyes on you. Stealing glances at you whenever he could, but always turning away when you'd look back. It was unnerving, to say the least.

The wind blows against you which causes a you to shiver, only just now realize how cold it is outside. You really should have brought a jacket.

You offer him a smile, taking the cigarette from his hands and into your own. "Not wrong at all." You say. "In fact, you're a lifesaver." You light the new one succsessfully after correcting him.

He does the same, taking another from his pack and lighting it in return, then he brings it to his lips and takes a long drag, letting the smoke pool out from his lips and into the night air after a short moment.

"I always see you around here." You start, sparing him a glance. "Do you come here a lot?"

He nods after a moment. "The slushies here are to die for." He states rather matter of factly.

"Really?" You question, your tone skeptical, obviously you doubt him. "You'd kill yourself for a slushie? We're at a 7/11, they can't be that good."

He raises an eyebrow, pulling out his wallet and waving it at you. "Wanna bet?" He offers, throwing a quick glance behind him, in the general direction of the front of the store.

A free slushie would be nice, but you just met this kid. Officially, at least. You'd feel bad if he spent his money on you.

"I'm alright, I have my own money." You turn down his offer politely, patting your pocket where you have a ten dollar bill crumpled up in.

"Your choice, I guess." He shrugs casually. "I don't know anyone who would turn down a free slushie." He informs you, placing his wallet back inside of his pocket.

"Well, you do now." You point out, tilting your head slightly. "I never did get your name, by the way."

He nods, inhaling another drag from his cigarette and answering after a beat. "My apologies. The name's Jason Dean," He introduces, smoke falling from his lips as he extends his hand.

"Though, I don't doubt you've already heard of that name before." He mentions casually.

"Alright, J.D." You reply, tagging on your own nickname as you take his hand and shake it. His hands are slim and pale, like the rest of his figure, as well as chilled from the cool night. "And no, as a matter of fact, I haven't."

"Son of Bud Dean, the owner of Bud Dean Construction." He explains shortly, seeming to be slightly surprised you don't know.

"Though it's more demolition than construction, seeing as they mostly blow up buildings." He adds jokingly, a small grin on his expression.

You laugh lightly at his joke, crossing your arms over your chest. "Yeah, the name sounds familiar now that you mention it." You say, nodding your head along with his words.

"Hey, I really should get going but, uh– Call me, yeah?" He suggests, wearing a charismatic grin on his expression.

"Will do," You agree, mindlessly nodding your head before you realize that you lack one crucial detail.

You don't have his number.

"Oh, but I don't have your—" You turn your head back to him, but he's already vanished before you can get another sentence in.

Huh. Weird interaction. You look down at your hand which is still holding the cigarette. You realize you had barely smoked it as you spin it around in your finger completely distracted by his interactio— Wait, what's that?

You notice writing on the cigarette, and bring it closer to your face to read. Thanks to the small lightbulb attatched to the wall above the back door of the building, it illuminates the area enough that you can just barely make out the writing.

Or, more like chicken scratch. This kids handwriting sucks. But it's not entirely illegible, you can make out a series of numbers seperated by dashes in between.

You grin. It's his phone number.

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After you return home, you slip the now empty pack of cigarettes into your moms purse, and as you walk by you take a sip of your slushie.

Your eyebrows quirk up slightly as the taste hits your tongue. You'd planned on throwing it away at first, you don't really eat sugary things afterall. But he's right, the slushies are to die for.

You walk to your room, and it's oddly quiet as you do so. Had your parents gone out? Whatever, works more in your favor anyway, now you can call J.D.

You pick up your red rotary phone that sits on your nightstand, spinning the dial and reading (Though it feels more like you're decoding.) the digits written on the cigarette and inputing them accordingly.

Finally the phone begins to ring, and you count each one impatiently.

Ring.

One.

Ring.

That's two.

Ring.

A third. Is he asleep? You wouldn't blame him if he was, it is late afterall—

"Greetings and salutations," A voice speaks over the phone. His voice.

"Hey J.D., it's me." You pause, before realizing you should probably clarify. "The girl from the 7/11. I don't know if you remember—"

"[Y/N], of course I remember you." He responds, cutting you off before you can get your full sentence out.

You pinch your eyebrows together slightly. Your name. He used your name, how did he know that? You hadn't given it to him, had you?

"Uh, yeah.. How did you know my name?" You question slowly.

"Really? I'm offended." His voice speaks through the phone and you can tell he's being sarcastic. "We go to Westerberg, we're in the same Biology class together."

Oh. A small wave of relief washes over you; part of you believed you had a stalker for a moment. You really need to work on not jumping to the worst circumstances.

"You mean Mrs. Wilmington? How come I never noticed you before? Jeez, I'm sorry, I feel like such an asshole now." You laugh awkwardly.

"Ah, don't be." He dismisses you. "I'm not surprised, honestly. I'm usually sat in the back, I don't have much to offer when it comes to conversation, anyway."

"Nobody does; Wilmington's a—"

"A kook? Yeah, everyone says that about her." He cuts you off. Again. Taking the words from your throat before you can speak them aloud.

Can this guy go one second without interupting? In biology, he does anything but talk. But over the phone? He'll do anything but let you finish a sentence.

"Y'know what I like about you?" You question him.

"Hmm?" He hums in response, waiting for you to continue.

"How you let me finish my sentences." You tell him sarcastically, a smile forming on your face.

You assume he can hear the smile in your voice, because you can hear his as well.

"Well, you're welcome." He responds jokingly.

You bite your lip, finding yourself twirling the phone cord between your fingers. The phone call goes silent, and you speak again after a beat.

"Do you wanna come over? My parents went out." You ask him on a whim.

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"I see you finished your slushie." J.D points out, looking over to the empty plastic cup that sits on your nightstand beside your bed.

You grin, folding your arms over your chest. "As much as I hate to admit when I'm wrong; those slushies are good." You admit, tilting your head to the left, your eyes following him carefully as he looks around your room.

"Told you so." He starts. "And– Just good?" He raises an eyebrow, judging you. "I, personally believe they're a grace from God." He grins and you take it that he's joking.

You give him a look and he laughs in a dismissive manner. A grace from God, he says. Seriously? Does this guy, like, worship slushies existance? Pray at his altar of slush?

"Been studying for mid-terms?" He questions as he walks over to your desk, obviously referring to the fact that it looks like a tornado passed through the surface area of it. Stray papers with notes rushedly scrawled on and various textbooks lay sprawled in a disorganized fashion on the tabletop, and the trashcan beside the leg of the desk is borderline overflowing with crumpled papers and empty energy drink cans.

"Yeah, been pretty stressed out about it." You exhale a laugh. "What about you? Have you been studying?" You ask him, though if we're being honest it doesn't seem like he's touched a textbook in his entire life.

"I'm not really what you would call the 'study type.'" He mentions, dropping his shoulders in a shrug and sitting down on your desks chair. "I usually take to grabbing a slushie and hoping for the best."

Yeah, you figured. "I thought as much," You mention casually.

He gives you a look. "Well, I might not be the best studier, but I'm a great stress-reliever." His tone grows suggestive and a cocky grin pulls at the corners of his lips.

You let out a sudden laugh, though it comes out sounding like more of a snort. Really? Thats all this kid could come up with? (me callinf myself out here incase you couldnt tell)

Regarding him skeptically, you tilt your head to the side ever so slightly. "That's the corniest thing I've ever heard anyone say." You state with a teasing smirk on your face. Sure, it might be corny, but if you're being honest? It's kind of working on you.

"It's true, I'm basically like a cure for stress."

"Says who?" You ask curiously, quirking an eyebrow up as you wait for him to respond.

You hear the laugh that he's trying to hold back on the edge of his voice. "Says.. all the women I've been with. Obviously." He rolls his eyes with mock-dramaticness and they sparkle in the lighting of your room. His cheeks are tinged with traces of pink.

"I don't believe you." You respond bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest as you speak.

"Want me to prove it?" He questions, never once breaking his eyes away from yours. His tone suddenly loses traces of its previous humor and the room fills with tension.

The room falls under a heated silence as you ponder your next words. You just met this kid, it'd probably be a bad idea to sleep with him so soon.

But, you feel a sly grin creep on your face as you ponder the other option here, and butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of him and you hooking up.

Whatever, fuck it.

"Prove it," You answer finally, subconciously biting your lip. The tone of your response almost makes it sound like you're daring him.

He grins lightly, rises from your desk chair which he was previously sitting on and begins to make his way over to you. "Well, I'm not one to turn down a challenge." He says cockily.

After a moment he stands in front of you. But not for long though, because in a second he's on his knees, his gaze is full of admiration as he looks up at you. You begin to feel a heat begin to pool somewhere within you as hs dextertous hands make quick work of your bottoms, and he slowly pulls them down and tosses out of the way.

He places his hands on your thighs, parting your legs before hooking one of them around his shoulder to make from for himself between you. He slowly works his lips on your inner thigh, planting countless kisses along your soft skin and working his way up.

Your breath hitches at the sudden tantalizing contact of his lips kissing and nipping at your skin, and you feel him grin against you as he hears the sound leave your mouth; the heated feeling within only growing more as each slow second ticks by.

Then he looks up at you questioningly, as if waiting for you to stop him. Giving you an opportunity to interject and back out. You don't, instead you nod your head. And when you do, he smiles and pulls the fabric of your panties aside.

And within seconds, he dips his head between your thighs and his tounge is on your skin, running along your folds and eventually meeting your clit. You gasp lightly at the unfamiliar feeling of his tounge making contact with your nerves as he begins to work in slow cirlces on your slick wetness.

"Every part of you tastes amazing, darling." He whispers against your skin and the vibrations from his voice send a wave of shivers down your spine that shoot straight to your already throbbing clit; eliciting a low moan to escape you. You can feel him grin, and you don't need to look at his expression to know that he's thinking"told you so".

He continues to drag his tounge along your skin, and soon you find yourself gently bucking your hips up into him, the slow pace he's currently at isn't enough and you realize you're wanting more. Needing more, actually. But it seems like he's realized this fact before you, because he places his hand firmly on your hips. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough to be able to pin you down enough so that you don't move.

You reach your hand down to fist his surprsingly soft hair, your other gripping the bedsheets tightly as if your entire life depended on it. You feel yourself reaching your climax quicker than expected due to his expert tounge on your clit.

"J.D," You moan his name breathlessly, you're about to tell him that you're going to come, but the sensations that he's causing you to feel are entirely too overwhelming and the words get lost on your tounge before you can get them out. Your vision is foggy and you swear you're seeing stars, while your mind is plagued with thoughts of just him.

And just as you're about to come..

He pulls away.

Fucking tease.

You bite your lip frustratedly. "Getting desperate already, I see?" He patronizes you with his sickeningly sweet voice that only turns you on even more.

You breathe heavily, looking down at him with a quick nod. "Come on," You plead with him, once again dragging your hips up once you realize his grip loosened around you.

He only laughs, an impish grin on his face. He enjoys watching you suffer, apparently. Bringing his face closer to yours he kisses the corner of your mouth. "Hm?" He hums, feigning innocence.

You roll your eyes.

"I fail to understand what you want, exactl–"

Interrupting by pulling away from him, you grab his chin and turn his face to make him look at you. His grin wavers momentarily as you catch him off guard and you then offer him a sharp glare. "You're so arrogant. Just shut up and fuck me already, JD." You order him sternly.

He blinks, processing your words that appear to have the same effect on him as a drug, and once he has, the grin on his face reforms just as quickly as it faded. Now it's his turn to undress himself. He rises from his knees and pops the button to his pants, pulling a condom out from his pocket before sliding the material of his jeans down along with his boxers.

You inhale quietly, watching as he rolls the condom on and taking in the length of his dick. Truth be told, you didn't really expect that much from him. And apparently, he can tell, because he lets out a laugh.

"You should see your face right now." He points out, a smug look on his.

You roll your eyes yet again. "Just get over here." You tell him, and he does just that.

He adjusts himself on top of you, kissing the bridge of your nose as he lines himself up with your enterance and slides his cock into you, letting out a quiet moan of satisfaction when he enters.

Again, you gasp, tilting your head back slightly at the feeling of your inner walls expanding to make room for him, only to clench around his length as he moves slowly in and out of you. The feeling of him inside you only sends shockwaves that make you shiver throughout your entire body.

He lowers his head as you tip yours back, his teeth grazing your skin as he places kisses along your exposed neck, and you can feel him leaving hickeys that will surely be visible for a few days, at the least.

You arch yourself slightly in a desperate attempt to take more of him. To feel more of him inside you. His hands dip down beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. His dextertous fingertips trace the curve of your body, up to your waist and back down again until eventually they find home around your hips.

He grips them firmly, again, not enough to hurt you, but enough to keep you in place as his thrusts begin to increase in pace. Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock continously rubbing against your inner walls and you wrap your arms around his back, bringing him closer to you.

Once he's close enough, you take his bottom lip in yours, offering a lust-filled kiss which he doesn't turn down. In fact, he doesn't waste time nor hesitate to kiss you back; instead it only seems to get him more worked up over you as his once slow and taunting pace only gets faster, more desperate, which elicits a moan to fall past your lips and into his.

Once again, you begin to feel that same building feeling within you, and you call out his name in the form of a desperate moan once more; though this time it's muffled by the two of your intertwined lips.

Your vision goes hazy and your body begins to shake as you finally reach your long awaited climax. JD's thrusts slowly begin to cease as he coaxes you through your orgasm, and once your convulsions stop and your vision comes to, he turns over and lays by your side in your bed.

The room is silent for the most part, the only thing able to be heard is the sound of your heavy breathing and hearts pounding in your chest. Until finally, JD speaks up.

"Still feeling stressed at all?" He questions playfully, raising an eyebrow.

"No, JD." You admit, rolling your eyes though letting a smile work its way onto your face at his playful tone of voice.

He rolls over to face you, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Told you so. I'm a great stress reliever."

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↻ ^. purple tounges. [jason dean x fem!reader]

summary:: jason dean sneaks out with you to take you on a slushie date to celebrate your anniversary.

word count:: 1,371

notes:: holy shit this took me too long to write.. also this was not spell checked, so dont expect perfect spelling

"I have a door, you know." You speak to the unnanounced guest who just made entry through your window, eyeing him through the reflective glass mirror that sits attatched to your vanity.

"The window is more discreet." He explains, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on the shoulders.

He had a point, you suppose. Your parents didn't want you around J.D. to begin with, let alone date him. If heard him come through the front door, they'd be infuriated; probably punishing you by taking away your allowance for a month. Your mom said she saw danger in him, that he was unstable and a "ticking time bomb", if you will. But all you saw was a charismatic boy with a slight edge to him. Nothing dangerous about that, right?

"Gorgeous as always." He states, tilting his head slightly as he examines the reflection in the mirror.

You're about to thank him, but he continues before you can get a word out. "Oh, and then theres you." He grins like he's just made the worlds funniest joke, which earns him an annoyed eye roll from you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" You question, finishing the final touches on your makeup.

"Very." He responds rather confidently.

You stand from your vanity, turning to face him as you smooth out any wrinkles in your outfit. "How do I look?" You ask, giving him a small twirl to show him your outfit fully.

"You look beautiful, darling." He responds, planting a small kiss on your head before walking back to the open window. "Ready?"

You smile, following him outside and to his bike that sits parked at the corner of your street. "Haven't we done this before? Gone out to get slushies, I mean." You ask him, bringing your leg around the other side of the bike as you climb on.

"Yes, but I figured we would go back. For old times sake, y'know?" He explains, revving the engine to his bike loudly before it settles into a low purr.

You and J.D. had been dating for five months now, and today just so happens to be be your anniversary. To celebrate this fact, he's taking you to the place where you met; the 7/11 not too far from your house.

"Right, right." You nod along, placing your hands securely around his waist as he begins to drive off into the brisk night.

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The 7/11 parking lot is empty once you two arrive, the flickering and monotone buzzing of the open sign hooked to the window, as well as the flourecent lights visibe through the window inside are the only indicators that the place is occupied. Climbing off, J.D. takes your hand to help you dismount off the bike as well.

Once you two reach the machine inside, he grabs a cup for you; filling it with Cherry flavored slush. He knows it's your favorite, and it was also the flavor of first slushie he ever bought for you. He has a way of remembering the little things, which you always liked about him.

He puts the lid on, as well as the straw before handing it over to you. "Cherry slush for you, and blue rasberry for me." He announces before grabbing a cup of his own and filling it to the brim.

He swiftly takes your cup from your hand, bringing it to the counter and paying, then leading you to a small red table outside. You both sit next to eachother under the umbrella shade, though you don't really need it, given the fact it's nearly the middle of the night.

"Cheers, to our fifth anniversary." He says cheesily, the two of you lightly hit your plastic cups together. He mimicks that of a clinking noise while you do so, then takes a sip of his own.

"Cheers." You respond, letting a soft smile tug at the corners of your lips, feeling a slight blush creep up on your face at the corny-ness of his words.

You take the first sip of your Cherry slushie, letting the frozen drink hit the roof of your mouth, chilling it and letting the flavor trickle its way down your throat when you swallow. Part of you wonders when the last time you had a slushie this good was. Slushies always tasted better when you got to enjoy them with J.D., you muse.

"What do you want to do when we're done here?" J.D. asks.

You pause, meeting his eyes and responding after a beat. "How about we go back to your place? We could watch a movie, or something." You suggest casually, though your words seeming to have another implication behind them.

"Mm." J.D. nods, his eyebrows raising slightly at your suggestion. "What movie?"

Tough question. A lot of movies came to mind. Scream, The Shining, The Poltergeist.. You were a rather avid fan of horror movies, so those are the first few that really stuck out to you. J.D., on the other hand, wasn't as enthusiastic about horror movies as you were. He was more into the crime genre. Think Scarface, The Outsiders, movies like that.

"Enjoying your drink, I suppose?" J.D. asks playfully, his wry grin causing you to snap out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You look down at your cup, realizing you'd finished more than you intended to in such a short amount of time while you were thinking to yourself. "You're one to talk." You retort, gesturing to his drink, which is also nearly empty.

He looks down at his drink, shrugging casually. "You wanna get outta' here?" He asks, holding his hand out to grab your cup and throw it in the trash bin.

You nod, handing your finished cup to him to throw out and he returns by your side in a moment. "Right, then." He grabs your hand in his, leading you back to his bike which sits parked not tok far away.

"Happy anniversary." He says, stopping once the two of you reach his bike, turning to meet your lips in what he intended on being a short kiss.

His lips taste like blue raspberry from the slushie he had moments before, only beckoning you to pull him back into you when he attempts to break the kiss.

He's taken aback at first but after a beat he smiles against your lips, his hands eventually finding home around the small of your back as he leans into you. After a moment, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it lightly as if to ask for entry. J.D. takes your cue and parts his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to pass his lips. As the two of you continue to kiss, you feel a heat begin to pool in your stomach; eliciting a low moan to fall from your lips.

That's when he pulls away suddenly, leaving you dazed and slightly breathless. Your gaze is clouded as you look up at him with confusion.

"Not now," He tells you, though he's still dangerously close to you and his breath grazes your lips which remain slightly agape as you catch your breath.

He pauses, observing your expression for a moment. Then he smirks lazily, letting out a soft laugh.

"What?" You ask, pinching your eyebrows together slightly. Was there something on your face?

"Your tongue is purple." He points out casually, his voice low.

You pause for a moment, but laugh after a beat as you notice his is purple as well. "So is yours," You reply, feeling your face heat slightly.

"Well, whadd'ya know." He grins, removing his hand from your waist and instead bringing it back to yours, leading you to his bike where he mounts it.

"Get on," He starts. "We can head back to my place. Decide on a movie to watch." He tells you, though from the tone of his voice, it sounds like the two of you will be doing anything but watching a movie.

You get on his bike, your hands once again wrapping around his waist, though this time your hands linger on his inner thigh, dangerously close to places that you shouldn't be reaching for. Not yet, at least. Not until you two get home.

You feel his body shake with a short laugh at the bold placement of your hands, and he revs the engine to his bike, starting it and starting to drive off, down the street and to his house.