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Jessie, She/Her, 21 bisexual, and a sorta okay writer.

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READ BEFORE INTERACTING!

Hey! I’m Jessie, I’m 21, and welcome to my shitty writing blog!

At the moment, I write for just the Heathers characters (Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, Heather McNamara, Veronica Sawyer, and Jason Dean). It can be character x character or reader x character. I do smut, fluff, and angst (I have prompts for each if you’d like to request!)

I will not write something that I am uncomfortable writing and reserve the right to not reply to asks that make me feel that way. I also get SUPER busy so please do expect a bit of a delay in writings/responses sometimes!

A few things about me:

-I love Heathers (mainly JD 🤭)

-I’m a HUGE Swiftie!! went to a show in 2023 and have tickets for 2024!

-Some other musicals I love are Hamilton, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Bonnie and Clyde, and SIX

-Some of my favorite things to do are listen to music and scrapbook

I have places in my page to submit asks/posts! Feel free to request a fic, ask me something about myself or my interests, bounce off headcannons/ideas, or just say hi! I appreciate the support! 🥰

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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*fluff promots

26, 19, and 16.

26 and 16 for channeler

and 19 for duke.

Could you do the musical? I like the actresses there more., could you also do a preferably female reader, if your comfortable.

Hey! So I just did the Chandler one because my inbox is SWAMPED! I hope that’s okay. I feel bad about not doing both so I kept it female! reader this time. Feel free to re-request tho!

FLUFF PROMPT(S):

16. “Here, take my jacket.” 26. “Can I kiss you?”

WARNINGS: swearing? just fluff.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

(Y/N) walked up the steps into Westerburg High School. As she walked, the cool winter air blew against her exposed legs. She shivered, silently cursing the short skirts she was made to wear as part of her Heathers ‘uniform.’

As she followed the rest of her peers into the building, she made her way to the small group of girls standing near lockers. The tallest one was blonde, her hair held up by a bright red scrunchie. She wore a red blazer, black plaid skirt, red socks, and black heels. Her name was Heather Chandler and she was the mythic bitch of Westerburg High. Next to her, a brunette clad in green stood. Her name was Heather Duke and she was editor-in-chief of the yearbook and newspaper. The last girl, a short blonde in a cheer uniform, was Heather McNamara. She was the head cheerleader of Westerburg’s cheer team.

(Y/N) walked up to the Heathers, taking the space near Heather McNamara. “God, (Y/N),” Heather Chandler sneered, “Could you have been any later?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at Chandler’s usual attitude. “God, Heather,” she retorted, “I didn’t realize you were so eager to be in school.” Heather Duke let out a giggle and Chandler gave her a glare, causing Duke to drop her head and stop laughing. Just then, the bell rang. Duke and McNamara said their goodbyes, wandering down the hall to their respective classes.

Lucky for (Y/N), she had homeroom with Heather Chandler. (Y/N) shivered one more time as they passed the open doors and Chandler noticed. “Are you cold? Here, do you want my jacket?” (Y/N) shook her head, knowing the jacket would be bright red and it would be evident whose jacket it was.

After school, the Heathers and (Y/N) had made plans to hang out at Heather McNamara’s house. Heather Duke drove Heather McNamara home to get the door unlocked and everything set up. Heather Chandler and (Y/N) met at the 7/11 to pick up Heather’s favorite snack: corn nuts.

When (Y/N) arrived at the 7/11, she didn’t see Heather’s cherry red mustang in the parking lot so she waited in her car. A few minutes passed and (Y/N) heard a tapping on her window. She turned and saw Chandler standing, tapping impatiently on the glass with her red fingernail. (Y/N) got the message. She got out of her car, hearing Heather say, “I’ve been waiting.” (Y/N) locked her door and replied, “I’ve been here, Heather.” Heather didn’t seem to believe her but the two walked into the 7/11.

As Heather sifted through the bags of corn nuts to see what she wanted, (Y/N) wandered around the vacant store. As she walked up and down the aisles, she heard Heather’s voice call, “(Y/N)! I’m ready!” (Y/N) sighed and walked back to the aisle she’d left Heather in.

Heather was holding several bags of corn nuts to her chest and tapping her heel on the tile. “Let’s go,” she ordered. (Y/N) followed Heather to the counter, where Heather paid. As they walked out, (Y/N) tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She followed Heather to her car, opening the door so Heather could toss the corn nuts inside. When she did so, Heather looked at (Y/N), a strange look on her face. Strange in the sense that (Y/N) had never seen it before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” (Y/N) questioned. Heather tossed the corn nuts in the car and shut the door. “Can I kiss you?” Heather blurted out. (Y/N) was shocked. She felt her cheeks heat up as she answered, “Uh, sure.” Heather grabbed (Y/N)’s face with her manicured hands, pressing her lips against (Y/N)’s. Heather’s lips tasted like the cherry lip gloss she put over her lipstick.

Just as soon as the kiss had happened, it was over. Heather quickly pulled back, running into her car. She tossed a cautious glance over her shoulder, ensuring no one had seen her, before climbing into the car. (Y/N) walked back to her car in a trance. She sat in the driver’s seat for a moment before turning on her car. She glanced in the mirror and noticed some of Heather’s lipstick on her lips. She wiped it off, not wanting anyone to see it.

Did that really just happen?

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Could I request a 4 with Jd? :)

Hey! I totally could but what prompt list?

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hey, #1 and #16 from the fluff prompt list with JD X (male or gn) reader?

hey! I chose to do gender neutral! reader just so everything is more accessible to everyone. I hope that’s okay :)

anyways, I’ve been so dead for MONTHS and going into 2024, I want to try and write more. I have a TON of asks so thank you to everyone who has sent those in! I promise I’ll try and get to them all! but if I’m just uncomfortable writing them or having a ridiculous amount of trouble writing, they might not work out.

PROMPT NUMBER(S):

1. ”Your hair smells really good after you wash it.” 16. “Here, take my jacket.”

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff. lmk if I missed something!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

It was a cold, windy day in Sherwood, Ohio. The sidewalk was littered with dead leaves that crunched under (Y/N)’s feet as they walked. Holding their hand was a tall, dark haired boy. He wore a black trenchcoat that made him look unapproachable, but (Y/N) knew better. Their JD was a sweetheart deep down.

A gust of wind blew, sending chills up (Y/N)’s spine. JD, ever an observant boyfriend, immediately slipped off his trenchcoat, placing it on (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Are you cold?” He asked her, “Here, take my jacket.” (Y/N), having been in this exact position multiple times before, knew better than to argue with him. JD wouldn’t take no for an answer and he loved every excuse to make (Y/N) wear his coat. It gave him a sense of accomplishment and pride for everyone around town to see his darling (Y/N) bundled in a trenchcoat that was far too big for them.

As the couple walked down the street, (Y/N) intertwined their hands, kissing JD’s knuckles. The simple act of affection made a small smile appear on JD’s face as they walked.

Eventually, the couple reached their shared apartment. They climbed the steps, still hand in hand, and JD fished the key out of his Jean pockets. When he unlocked the door, the warm air greeted (Y/N), welcoming them home. (Y/N) hung JD’s coat on the coat rack they’d purchased at a flea market and flopped on the couch. JD smiled to himself as he shut and locked the door, tossing the keys onto the kitchen counter. He squatted down in front of (Y/N)’s space on the couch, kissing the tip of their nose as he said, “I’m going to take a shower, darling. I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?” (Y/N) hummed and felt JD pat their arm before getting up.

Around 15 minutes passed and (Y/N) laid on the couch. They pulled a blanket over their shoulders, closing their eyes as they relaxed in the warm room. Then, they felt the couch dip and opened their eyes. JD had just sat down, kicking his feet up on the glass coffee table in front of him.

(Y/N) moved closer to him, kicking their feet up on the coffee table too. They threw the blanket over JD’s lap as well as JD put his arm over their shoulders. (Y/N) leaned in, kissing JD’s temple, then cheek, then lips. JD rested his hand on their cheek, smiling into the kiss.

When they broke apart, (Y/N) brushed JD’s bangs out of his eyes as they said, “Your hair smells really good after you wash it.” JD rolled his eyes, not used to taking compliments, but the smile on his face gave him away. “Whatever you say, darling.”

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I’m forever grateful for @taylorswift for her music. miss Taylor, thank you so much for the songs bc I can say that having your music to listen to while being mad at my ex has been just amazing beyond belief. keep doing what you’re doing queen! on behalf of all the Swifties, we love you!! 🤍

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Does anyone sorta ship JDMac or is that just me? I just think a relationship between them would be interesting somehow idk??

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Hey, would it be possible to get a fluff prompt 9# with jd? Thanks :)

Yeah, no problem! Man, this is the last request in my inbox and I'm lowkey proud of myself for getting like three fics out in a week. My day has been shit so far and writing this definitely helped my mood. I'm aiming to keep this fic gender neutral, which I'm pretty sure is what you wanted (correct me if I'm wrong), and wish me luck for my tests this week even though it's Wednesday lol! This post contains fluff prompt #9: “You’re so cute when you’re all red and flustered.” WARNINGS: A little swearing, good-natured teasing, mentions of sex and that's about it. It's just cute fluff. Y/N stood at their locker, loading their heavy textbooks for the day back in for the next day. Y/N sighed. High school sucked. From the homework load to the teachers to the social cliques. Every aspect of it was horrible. The only thing that kept Y/N going was their boyfriend, JD. JD had quite the reputation as a bad boy, despite only being at Westerburg for not even 3 months. He had gotten suspended his first day for pulling a gun filled with blanks. JD often skipped classes telling Y/N that he'd never use half the information anyways. "Lovie," he would tell Y/N on their trips to the 7/11, "I don't need to know how to summarize a text or any of that shit. Sure, I need math an science if I'm going to be in engineer but it's not hard." Y/N only rolled their eyes but the smile on their face was evident that JD had made his point. "So, more homework I can help with tonight?" asked a voice. Y/N jumped and realized it was JD. "Oh! JD, you scared me." JD darkly chuckled and placed a kiss on Y/N's lips. "I seem to have that affect on people." Y/N gave a short laugh but quickly answered his question, "I've got statistics homework. And some biology too. I've also got a spelling test tomorrow so I gotta study that." JD placed an arm around Y/N's shoulders, "My darling, and I say this with love, fuck that. We should go to 7/11," his voice dropped low, "Or we could fool around a bit." He grabbed a handful of Y/N's ass and Y/N turned bright red. "JD!" they scolded. JD gave Y/N his signature smirk. “You’re so cute when you’re all red and flustered.” Y/N rolled their eyes at his comment but replied, "We'll see. Maybe if you actually help me, we can do something." Y/N shut their locker and the couple walked out of school together, each looking forward to the hours to come.

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Number 6 in the fluff category with JDronica Pls

I'm so sorry this took like three weeks! I've been trying to set deadlines for myself but I suck at that clearly. School has just been piling on and I've had MAJOR writers block. This will probably be pretty short. So, anyways, I also did want to say for future reference that there may be time periods where I just don't post a lot (which could be a variety of things) but I will post if I'm taking an extended hiatus. Sorry for rambling, thank you! This post contains fluff prompt #6: "Your smile makes me happy." WARNINGS: Not much. Just swearing. Veronica looked down in her lap. Her boyfriend's head rested on her thighs, his eyes were focused on the book in his hand. "JD," called Veronica in a sing-song voice. JD looked up. His expression was almost giddy when he was called. "Hm?" he asked. Veronica lightly poked the page of his book. "Whatcha reading?" JD stuck his thumb on the page he was on and closed the book, showing Veronica the cover. On the cover was a painting of a girl, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She wore a heavy looking dress from the 1800s and her hair was done up elaborately. "Pride and Prejudice," answered JD, "By Jane Austen." Veronica grinned and teased, "You're such a nerd." JD pretended to be offended and playfully smacked her arm. "How dare you! Like, you're not nerdy." Veronica let out a sweet laugh and leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips. Her hands were placed on either side of his face and she felt JD's cold hand hold her right wrist. "Your smile makes me happy," said JD with a small smile. Veronica booped his nose. "You make me happy, Jason Dean." JD's smile grew wider as he replied, "And you make me happy, Veronica Sawyer."

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I was wondering if you could do a smut and fluff fanfic of JD x Veronica or JD x fem or gn!reader. Whatever suits you the most!

Fluff 25: you’re so clingy. I love it.

Smut 17: You’re the only person i’d fuck like this

So, third time's a charm. I've been writing this since last week and every damn time I get close to finishing it, my computer decides to either shut down or just magically rid the screen of all my progress. I'm attempting to write this for the third time lmao. Oh, btw I chose JD x Fem! Reader. Also, while writing this, my dumbass was trying to print a school paper and I totally forgot how Word works. Long story short, I clicked the print button like 46 times and had a fucking marathon to get the damn printer to stop printing. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, mentions of suicide (the faked ones and actual suicidal feelings), murder, and oral (on female) MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Y/N flipped through the dusty old textbook for the third time that hour. As she skimmed the lines, she'd look for those 'check your knowledge!' questions and quiz herself. It was already almost midnight and she had to get up early for yearbook the next morning. Since the year was coming to an end, yearbooks were coming out soon and it was total chaos around the printers. This year, three popular students had killed themselves. In turn, each of those students were getting a two-page spread. When Y/N first heard that she rolled her eyes. Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, and Ram Sweeney didn't kill themselves. Y/N's boyfriend killed them. It totally backfired considering everyone treated the mentions of those three dead students as they were God herself. "Knock, knock!" Speak of the devil. "What, JD? I'm trying to study. If you haven't noticed, we've got finals coming up and I'd like to pass them," snapped Y/N. JD frowned and closed the window he had just came through in. "Y'know, Y/N, this much stress is just going to drive you mad." Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to try and grasp calculus. JD was silent for a few minutes before he appeared at her side with his signature smirk. "I could help you destress, y'know." Y/N nodded and JD quickly pushed everything off her desk. His arms wrapped around her waist and set her on the desk before quickly yanking off the gray joggers she wore. In another swift movement, Y/N's panties were thrown somewhere and JD's tongue was inside of her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of JD sucking at her folds. A hand tightly yanked at his hair. "Fuck- JD!" JD growled into her core, a hiccup of moans getting caught in Y/N's throat. JD hid no pride in knowing how fast he made her moan. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could. Y/N could only tug at his hair and moan. It had been so long since she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. "You're the only person I'd fuck like this," growled JD. JD seemed to sense this because he moved his tongue even faster, lapping up all her juices. "Jason- oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N released and JD quickly cleaned her with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Soon, JD handed her the sweatpants she had been wearing when he first came in. "I'm going to go get you some food. Just relax until I get back," ordered JD. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but JD quickly added, "Please take a break, love. You're overworking yourself." Y/N sighed and pulled on her sweatpants. "I'm gonna miss you if you just leave now. Can I come with you?" asked Y/N. JD chuckled and held out a hand. "You're so clingy. I love it. I love you." Y/N squeezed his hand. "And I love you."

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Hey would it be possible to do a smut 7# eith mcnamawyer (mcnamara and veronica)?

Yeah, of course! I'm so sorry it's took forever. didn't feel good for a few days when this was submitted and I had quite the weekend so it's already been probably a week and I apologize. Anyhow, this includes smut prompt #7, "Good girl." WARNINGS: Smut, a little bit of swearing, fingering, oral, and praise kink. Also, a mention of JD and his suicide. MINORS DON’T INTERACT! Veronica glanced over at Heather McNamara. Heather was curled up in the fluffiest blanket Veronica had ever seen. Her blonde curls framed her face and her blue eyes were focused on the movie she was watching as Veronica studied. Veronica smiled to herself before looking down at the textbook in her lap. For the last several weeks, Veronica had been cramming for her SATs. She had to get extremely good grades on these to build up a reputation for the schools she was planning to apply for. Sometimes, Veronica longed to be the tiny blonde Heather. Mac had already gotten committed to Ohio State University for cheerleading. She didn't have to worry about passing her SATs, although Veronica knew Mac would indeed pass, or having to wait for a letter back from the universities. "Veronica," called Heather in a sing-song voice. Veronica looked at Heather who had a goofy smile on her face. "I've been calling you for like, five minutes already," said Heather, "What's got you in such deep thought?" Veronica merely smiled, "You." Heather lightly blushed. One thing Veronica really was going to miss about Sherwood was Heather. They had been dating ever since her ex-boyfriend blew himself up. Heather had been the sweetest to Veronica and ever since then, they've been dating. Veronica shut her textbook and set it on the coffee table. "I'm just stressed, Heather." Heather gave her a small pout and turned off the TV. "Well," said Heather as she leaned back, "Maybe you should take a break? Aren't study breaks recommended? Like, work for a half hour then take a 5-10 minutes break? Besides, you're going to pass with the best scores those colleges and this town has ever seen." Veronica held Heather's manicured hand and kissed it. "Would you mind if I just let my stress out on you?" Heather seemed to sense where this was headed because she slyly smiled, "Be my guest." Veronica tilted her head up with a finger. "Good girl." Veronica climbed on top of the small blonde, reaching a hand underneath Heather's skirt. She slowly rubbed circles on the blonde's clit as she sucked at Heather's fair skin. Veronica heard a soft whimper and harshly bit down on her neck. Heather let out a moan as Veronica pushed her panties aside and thrusted three fingers inside. Heather bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, Veronica leaned forward, putting her mouth on Heather's clit. Heather grabbed a handful of Veronica's hair, tugging. With every moan that left Heather's mouth, Veronica moaned in response. Not even after two minutes, Heather came. Veronica licked her juices and smoothed down Heather's skirt before sitting back up. "Thanks! I think I'll study now!" she said as she opened her textbook.

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Smut prompt Number 20 for JDronica please if yoy want

Yeah, of course! This took a little longer, I apologize due to what I had planned today. I also wanted to look into some JDonica smut but there's really not a lot of good JDonica smut. A lot of it is just someone writing "timeskip to morning bought to you by 'you're making me sound like Air Supply'" So I really decided just to do Dead Girl Walking basically but without the characters fucking singing while having sex. I'm so sorry this took longer. I had a lot planned and I didn't feel well when I started this. WARNINGS: Swearing, smut, alcohol mentions, a drunk teenage girl, pretty much the whole Dead Girl Walking song. MINORS DON’T INTERACT! Veronica wandered down the streets, casting her shadow across the street in the dim light of the streetlamps. It was dark and she could hardly see a thing but, somehow, she had found her destination. She stopped in front of a two-story house in a small neighborhood. A drunken grin spread across her face as her eyes fell on a light upstairs. Veronica quickly climbed the small fence and scrambled into the backyard. She pondered how she would get up to the second story for a few moments before realizing the answer was right in front of her. A large oak tree had a thick branch that conveniently went right to the window of the upstairs room. Veronica started to climb. Despite being drunk and every so often getting jumpy as a car passed, Veronica made it to the thick branch in no time. She hugged the branch as she crawled across it and snapped open the window lock. The light had been turned off now. She quietly pushed the window open and tumbled inside. A figure shot up from bed and the lights flipped on. "Veronica!" said a boy from the other side of the room. He wore gray sweatpants, his brown hair disheveled. She only shut the window and giggled, "Shhh," she instructed him. The boy looked extremely confused as he said, "Are you...drunk?" Veronica's dazed grin gave him the answer he needed. "JD," said Veronica, "I fucked up. Heather took me to this party and I ended up puking all over her stupid shoes. Now she's going to kill me Monday morning." JD took a moment to process before slowly replying, "And how can I help you with that? Shoot her with blanks?" Veronica smiled and walked forward. She noted the door was locked before standing two inches from JD, their noses almost touching. "You can help me by keeping me up all night long." She met his eyes and JD gave her a smirk. "I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week," he said as he dragged Veronica over to his bed. She returned the smirk, "Go ahead and do it then." JD pinned her down, kissing her lips, her face, her neck. Pretty much anywhere there was skin, his lips were there. He wasted no time in ripping off the blue blazer she wore, tossing it somewhere else. Once the blazer was off, his fingers unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing the blue bra she wore. JD smirked against her neck, hearing her breathing increase. Her fingers threaded through his hair, yanking whenever he sucked on her sweet spot. JD trailed kisses down her neck, to her chest, the down her stomach. His hands pulled off the short gray skirt she wore and pressed a kiss to the inside of her right thigh. Veronica whimpered as he slowly pulled her blue panties off. Suddenly, he dove in between her legs and Veronica loudly moaned. She had to admit, he was good with his mouth. His tongue circled her clit, eliciting a low moan from Veronica. He moved downwards, his tongue licking up all of her wetness, making sure no part went untouched. His mouth pulled away and Veronica felt two fingers slid into her. JD kissed her, making her taste herself. He began to curl his fingers. "J-JD!" moaned out Veronica. He could feel her clenching around his fingers. Before she could finish, he pulled his fingers out. JD quickly yanked down his sweatpants and boxers. "You on the pill?" he hastily asked. Veronica nodded as he slammed into her. She hissed in pain, gripping the bedsheets tight. JD let her adjust, rubbing slow circles on her bud. "Y-you can go now," said

Veronica. JD gripped her hips and slowly moved in and out. Every small praise or moan Veronica made only encouraged him even more. Within a few minutes, he was fucking her into the mattress. Veronica clenched around his dick, causing JD's movements to briefly stutter as he groaned. "JD!" cried out Veronica, "I'm gonna-!" JD released, triggering Veronica's release. They laid there, panting, as JD pulled out. He climbed into bed to notice Veronica was already asleep. However, he smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around her. "Goodnight, Veronica."

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Hey! Would it be possible to request Smut #12 and Fluff #3 w/JD? Thanks 🥰💜

Okay, so let's get this show on the road lmao. I did do female reader again because I don't have experience with AMAB anatomy yet. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, condoms, and I'm pretty sure that's it. MINORS DON’T INTERACT! JD glanced at the girl on his chest. Her (your eye color) eyes were fixed on the screen, taking in every scene. He smirked and his right hand traveled down her thigh, nudging her legs apart and slowly rubbing her through the fabric of her leggings. Y/N turned to look at JD but he refused to meet her eyes, his brown eyes now focused on the screen. Y/N scowled and decided to pay no mind to her boyfriend. JD slipped his hand away, resting it on Y/N's waist. Another half hour passed before he leaned down to kiss Y/N's neck. Y/N tried ignoring him but once he slipped a hand down her leggings, she knew it was game over. Y/N quickly switched off the TV and let out a soft moan as JD sucked at her neck, leaving bright marks that she'd have to cover. JD sensed Y/N had admitted defeat and he pinned her to the couch. Their eyes met for a few brief seconds before JD buried his face in her neck, nipping at a spot beneath her right ear. Y/N curled her fingers in his hair and tugged. JD chuckled against her neck and pushed himself up. "You won't be sleeping tonight, Y/N," he warned. Y/N didn't give one fuck. Her hands helped JD pull off his trench coat. Y/N quickly ripped his flannel off and JD's lips captured hers in a kiss. He suddenly pulled back and yanked her shirt over her head. Y/N shimmied out of her leggings to find JD had taken off his black jeans. He was on top of her again within a second. Y/N noticed the familiar condom package in his hand. He ripped it with his teeth and yanked his boxers down and rolled it onto his member. Y/N wiggled out of her panties and JD thrusted into her. Y/N hissed as JD groaned. "Shit," he said as he bit his lip, "You feel so fucking good." Y/N certainly liked how well he filled her up. He pressed a kiss to her hand before slowly moving. Y/N's hisses of pain quickly turned into moans. As he picked up speed, JD gripped her hips. Y/N's moans were mixed with his name on repeat. "Jason, holy fuck~" she'd moan. JD let out a few pleasured groans of his own. Y/N gripped his arm. "I'm not gonna last long," she managed to spit out. JD huffed, "Me neither, darling." JD picked up his pace even further. Y/N's moans turned into screams as she released. JD released as well. Once they had both caught their breath. JD grinned and said, "Well, lovie, you've got five more orgasms to go through." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Around 3:15 in the morning, Y/N came down from her last high of the night with a yawn. JD wasted no time in cleaning her, and eventually himself, up. Once Y/N was all bundled up in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie of his, JD pulled out his own sweatpants and laid in the bed next to her. He didn't remember moving to the bedroom but the last few hours went by like a blur. Y/N cuddled up to JD's chest, her eyes shut. JD protectively wrapped an arm around her. "I'm the luckiest person on Earth because I have you," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "You make me so happy, Y/N." A tired "I love you" left Y/N's lips and JD smiled to himself. "I love you too," he answered back, knowing damn well he meant it.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could Prompt 17 of Jason Dean x reader of the angst section. I’ve read the rest of ur fanfics on this page and they’re pretty good!❤️☺️

prompt - i believe

(“The worst part is, even after everything you’ve done, I’m still in love with you!”)

Yeah, of course! Thanks for including the prompt! I really appreciate that and your kind words! I did keep it gender neutral. WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of murder, mentions of a gun, mentions of (faked) suicides, school shooting, and a knife. All the usual JD fucked up shit and a toxic relationship. Y/N threw on their coat in anger. "I can't believe you right now," they said to the good-looking boy on the bed, "I can't believe how you can have no empathy! You killed people and now you want to shoot up the fucking school?!" The boy, JD, only watched with an amused smirk. "Lovie, I wouldn't shoot up the school. I told you it was a bomb. We sneak into the school early Friday morning and place the thermals under the bleachers. While everyone is busy showing 'school spirit', we'll put the trigger in the boiler room and watch as the school goes up in flames!" There was an excited hint in his voice, scaring Y/N. "That's horrible, JD. It's sick. Killing Heather Chandler, Kurt, and Ram was bad but the fact you'd even consider killing the whole school is even worse." JD played around with the small knife he kept at his bedside. As he ran his pointer finger over the flat part of the blade, he looked at his partner. "They all deserve it, Y/N. Each and every one of them. Karma is a bitch and it's coming for them." Y/N scoffed and ran a hand through their (your hair color) hair. "I don't know what I ever saw in you," they said, "I should've left after you killed Heather Chandler and then dragged me into this whole 'teenage suicide' mess." JD darkly chuckled, getting up and holding out his arms. Y/N backed away and shouted, "Get away from me!" JD only moved closer. Y/N shuffled backwards, hitting the closed door and quickly yanking it open. "Leave me out of this, JD. I will tell the cops about everything!" JD heard the fear in their voice. He knew that it was an empty threat. Y/N stood in the doorway, glaring at JD. "The worst part is, even after everything you've done, is that I'm still in love with you! No matter how hard I try to hate you, I can't." Y/N took one last look at the serial killer they called their boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, and sprinted down the stairs and out the front door. Y/N didn't stop running until they were safely locked away in their room. The windows were locked and shaded. The doors were locked. Y/N was taking no chances. They had seen what JD was capable of.

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Lmao i'm the one who suggest number 12 and 13 with JDronica and my dumbass forgot to specify witch prompt 😅 the fluff prompt please LOL

Nahhh, it's alright. I'm just gonna start writing the fics from here lol. Anyways, here we go. I'm gonna use a fanart interpretation of JD for this btw. Sorry it's so short. I just felt like it was better shorter. WARNINGS: None. Veronica ran her fingers through her boyfriend's messy brown hair. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looked so different asleep. His usual scowl was gone, along with the trench coat. Instead, he laid with a relaxed look and his flannel. He looked somehow softer. "Ronnie?" said a voice. Veronica noticed her boyfriend, Jason Dean, had woken up. She smiled and looked at him, "Hm?" JD fidgeted, his head now on Veronica's chest. Veronica kissed the top of his head as JD said, "You know you don't have to lay here with me, right?" Veronica booped his nose and teased, "My baby. My baby Jason. Of course I'm going to lay here with you. I'd rather nothing else in the entire world." JD rolled his eyes and replied, "I'm not your baby." However, the smile evident on his face told Veronica otherwise. The couple sat in a comfortable silence. Occasionally JD would reach for Veronica's hand or she would kiss the closest part of him. Suddenly, JD sat up and stared at Veronica. He had a dorky grin on his face as he said, "How are you so cute? I got lucky. I got the prettiest girl in school to be my girlfriend." Veronica only smiled and leaned in. Their lips met and all their troubles seemed to melt away.

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Can you do number 12 or 13 with JDronica please?

Yeah I definitely could but what prompt list?

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Hey! I really like your works! Honestly!!

Awww thank you! ❤️ It really means a lot to me that people actually read and request things! I love writing for everyone and I think maybe I’ll open up other characters in a few weeks!

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JDRONICA/JDONICA ANGST

Man, I really need to come up with some good titles. If y’all got suggestions, let me know lmao. Anyways, the first angst fic! This contains angst prompt 28. I’m sorry if this sucks, my mind has just been fogged all day. Maybe I’ll rewrite once I can get my brain sorted out. I also may or may not have gotten side tracked while writing this and watched clips of Christian Slater in Heathers :P. WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MURDER, MENTIONS OF GUN, MENTIONS OF (FAKED) SUICIDES, SWEARING, AND AN OVERALL TOXIC RELATIONSHIP.  Veronica silently stared out the window of her car. Next to her, her serial killer boyfriend, JD, laid fast asleep. She could seen the guns they had used to kill Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly. Kurt and Ram were assholes and absolute scum, yet they had room to grow. Or they did.  Veronica considered taking a gun and shooting either JD or herself, maybe even the both of them. In the end, it was too risking. JD wasn’t a light sleeper and the slightest move or noise could wake him.  Veronica watched as students pulled into the school. She was still recovering from the near catch with the cops.  A pair of on-duty cops had heard the gunshots and rushed to the scene, only to find two popular jocks who had made a gay suicide pact. JD had practically dragged Heather through the trees and back to the car, where they ripped off their clothes and made out to throw off the cops. It was only a matter of time before they released a public statement. Veronica hoped her forgery was good enough and that people believed it, just like they did with Heather Chandler. Veronica went to open the car door and JD bolted awake. He quickly grabbed her wrist. “Where you going, darlin’?” he asked. Veronica attempted to pull her wrist away but he had a good grip. “I’m done, JD.” JD frowned. “Done?” he questioned, “But we still have so much work to do! What about Heather Duke? She’s just as bad as Chandler! Or McNamara.” Veronica let out a yell and ripped her wrist away.  “YOU’RE A MONSTER, JD! A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE MONSTER!” JD only chuckled and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. “Darling, karma is a bitch. It’s coming for each and every person at this goddamned school.” Veronica, now with tears in her eyes, opened the door. “They could’ve changed. But, karma is coming for the both of us now and I don’t want to be with you when it does. I’m done. Leave me the fuck alone from now on.” And with that, she got out and heard JD. “You’ll be back,” he laughed.  Veronica turned her back, slamming the door, unaware of the demon she had just unleashed upon herself.