totally not crack ship blog by @blowdryking and @explosiveslurpeelover
thx @prom-is-slavery we all love you
(11/22: and @atiredwhosyay we all love you)
shout out to @lumaereis @themlpasouefan @heyyowesterberg @s3rutan for being so supportive of this journey of this relationship 💔🥀
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a bit of an explanation if ur new here: preston is preppy stud (ensemble) in heathers and jd is well..jd. im (unfortunately) friends with both of the moderators and therefore get all the juicy bts of everything before its published. (spoiler alert ish) when they were talking abt how preston dies, someone probably said smthn (think it was nev) and then i went “wait does preston like anal”
and since we were talking abt jd he got into the conversation and hence studdedgun was born
Out of all the fucking students in the world, it was Preston who Jason Dean had his desires towards.
Not Dwight. Not Bentley. Not El. Not any of the Heathers.
Preston fucking Sullivan?!?
Oh, god, the mention of Dwight and El made her sick. Two nice individuals keeping those huge secret from her when she has been nothing but nice to them! What dickheads! She felt like murdering someone.
He left her alone in the parking lot, miserable and humiliated. The whole situation made her run toward the nearest grass patch, falling to her knees before vomiting her lunch. This was so…oh, god!
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The motorbike ride was nice. This time, it was with Preston.
J.D. wasn’t sure how to feel. He felt amazing with Preston behind him on the motorbike, but horrible that he broke Veronica. She was nothing but loyal and nice, but they weren’t meant for each other.
He hated himself because he couldn’t love her, but with Preston wrapped around him, it was hard to think go anything else. So, he just didn’t. He drove around with Preston, laughing with him in pure bliss.
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First step in her plan: calm the fuck down.
Well, it was fucking hard to. But, Martha was sweetly trying to help with a sleepover. It helped, but the mention of love stories having happy endings made her want to rip her hair out. She couldn’t tell her; she couldn’t tell anyone.
Veronica tried, but she couldn’t bring herself to. This was the boy she’s slowly fell for.
So, once the sleepover ended, she came up with the rest of her plan. Homosexuality might as well have been blasphemy in Sherwood. If she had the guts to tell Martha, to tell the Heathers, their reputations would be ruined.
However, maybe a slower fall of grace would be fun to watch. First, Preston’s fall. She would blackmail him, his reputation would be ruined, and Jason would swoop in, trying to save Preston. They would do it to themselves!
First, consult in Preston’s ex-girlfriend: El. She was particularly known to fucking hate his guts, and how much of a gossip she was. Trying to hide her growing rage in El herself, Veronica talked to her in the bathroom and easily got what she wanted.
“Preston pissed the bed until he was about eight!” El, stoned and excited to shit talk, exclaimed. “That, how he got beat up at a club by a bunch of girls, how he tried to drown his half brother as a child, all that jazz!”
Step one complete.
Step two: confront Preston. Not about J.D., but with this worse information.
j.d. : jenna (still referred to as JD tho) @sielugtbullets
preston : pricillia @blowdryqueen
el : nathaniel @newwavepartyguy
veronica : victor
dwight was supposed to be mentioned but what fucking name dwightina????
thanks legends
The day Priscilla got that invitation, she knew it had to be over.
Well, it was always over. Ever since high school, when Jenna Dean broke into her room to tell Pricilla it was over. It was so little time to get over it, as well. She couldn’t look desperate, she had to last-resort to Nathaniel so her reputation wouldn’t crumble.
Actually, Pricilla would have gladly ruined her reputation just so she could have J.D. back.
She still would. It’s not like Nathaniel was oblivious. He knew, and still provided the protection by saying they were dating, even if he snuck off to bars at nigjt. Priscilla did the same, maybe hoping to see her.
She was settled down now, and Priscilla had to get over a high school fling.
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Victor was nice, J.D. guessed. He loved her, provided her the life she didn’t deserve. Especially after previous flings. Or, maybe a bit flings here and there to fill the void.
When he went down on one knee, J.D. became paralyzed. Marrying him meant she had to be loyal forever! Victor loved her, and he was a good guy. She hated how she couldn’t love him, but maybe marrying him, trying to only focus on him and him only would help, right?
She hasn’t seen Priscilla since graduation. She was linked arms with Nathaniel. J.D. knee their whole relationship was a big bunch of bullshit. Nathaniel knew about them. Hell, she had to bribe him for the duration of their fling.
Maybe, J.D. just wanted closure.
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“You’re beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
The wedding venue was beautiful. After all, the Sawyer’s were well above average in salary. Well, Priscilla was, too. Maybe if he were a man, things would have worked out.
Nathaniel was busy trying to talk to Victor upon Pricilla’s request. Despite Nathaniel being a gossip, he kept the whole fling a secret from Victor. Priscilla appreciated it, truly.
After not talking for ten years, Priscilla was surprised on how much J.D. has changed. Or, well, lack of change. The only difference was the white dress, knowing they used to joke about a black and white wedding. Other than that, she was still a sarcastic, curt girl.
Priscilla knew it was wrong to request they would go somewhere privately for a few minutes. However, it was wrong of J.D. to say yes. They didn’t do anything other than a few kisses, but this might have been the last time they could see each other without resisting in front of Victor.
so this is either going to be the last update of the year, or im going to be so bored on my cruise that i’ll just write a bunch! who knows!
idk lmk if you guys like it
Preston stood in the hallway, suddenly feeling like it was closing in on him. Heather Duke glared at him, walking closer to him. She was gripping her book so tightly, he thought she was going to hit him.
He had two options: keep up his reputation in front of the second (or third..or fourth..) popular girl in school, or confess and have said reputation crumble beneath his feet.
He scoffed, trying to play cool, even though he was getting increasingly sweaty. “You calling me gay? I’m not one of those f-“
“Oh, sorry, must I rephrase?” Duke interrupted. “Are you in a sexual relationship with him then?”
Preston bit the inside of his cheek, looking off to the side, trying to be cocky but failing more and more as he kept thinking about J.D. and how fucking hot he was.
“No. I’m not into that, Duke. Stop being a paranoid slut in other people’s business.”
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Veronica walked through the halls, beaming to herself. Her relationship was doing so good! Jason was the best boyfriend she could have ever asked for. He was so charming and handsome, seemingly always trying to make her happy. And boy, she didn’t find boys like him!
Veronica was still smiling during her English Honors class, writing in her diary Veronica Dean, over snd over again. Maybe he’d want her last name, though. Jason Sawyer. That sounded nice.
Her thoughts drifted from her perfect relationship with Jason Dean to the conversation she heard behind her. El and Dwight. Those two were cool, Veronica didn’t really have a problem with those two. However, they kept talking. About Preston. And eventually, about…
About J.D. and Preston. About Preston and J.D. Her pen, once lively and writing down the same four words over and over again, trailed off.
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“Preston told me about Duke confronting him,” El snorted, clicking through her camera as Dwight did her work for her. Dwight sighed, “Heather Duke is smart. Maybe if she wasn’t a bitch, she’d fit right into the journalists!”
“Yeah, and join your dorky ass? No way!”
Dwight signed in annoyance. El snorted, remembering the conversation. “Duke literally asked if J.D. and Preston were in a secret relationship,” El snickered, snapping a few pictures on her camera. “Wonder how she knows.”
“Oh, maybe because we- you suck at keeping secrets!”
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Veronica was just blankly staring at the paper, the names Jason and Veronica Dean written in pretty cursive. J.D.? With Preston Sullivan? Well, he’s always acted weird toward her, but it was always flirty. Was he just hiding his queerness behind a facade that he fucks girls?
She found her hands hitting J.D. with her diary in the parking lot in rage once school ended. “So you were cheating on me!” she screamed, J.D.’s attempts at stopping the hard cover failing.
“Ronnie-“
“Don’t call me that!”
J.D. glanced around. Fuck, they were getting looks. J.D. roughly grabs the diary out of her hands. “Ronnie,” he insists, “are you really believing a stoned girl and a guy known for sharing gossip?”
Veronica bit the inside of her lip, trying to get back her diary. “They know Preston, Jason. They’re friends with him, even. I don’t think they’re lying. You were cheating on me. With Preston Sullivan!”
Veronica hoped he would keep defending himself. Maybe he would convince her. And for a split second, she thought he would, his mouth opening. However, the words died in his mouth, his arms going limp.
“Veronica, I’m sorry.”
Veronica froze. She grabbed the diary, stumbling back from him in utter shock. “You- you promised,” she winced, sniffling as the tears streamed down her face. “You told me we- we would be together.”
He was too silent.
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J.D. didn’t respond, eliciting her to run off. J.D. wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, his reputation was potentially over. On the other, he could finally be with Preston. J.D. remembered the day Preston told him he loved him. And god, bless his soul, but he might have felt the same way.
He hopped onto the motorcycle. Instead of going toward Veronica’s crying figure, his bike instinctively turned toward the road, straight for Preston’s home.
He needed him. His touch, his kisses. It’s been too long without them.
