#jd x reader
A Single Step
- Summary:A Single Step can send you to your death or save your life to be wasted by another day…
- Fandom:Heathers (Musical/Movie)
- Pairing:J.D/Reader
- Author:QueenMissFit
- Status:Complete
- Words:729
- Rating:T
- Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10649688
Heather Duke is Dead
JD x Reader ( You are Veronica)
Tw: Death, manipulation, toxic relationships
You sobbed.
Sure you hated her, despised her entire existence. Wanted to destroy the ground she walked upon. But you didn’t want her dead.
At least you thought you didn’t.
Heather Chandler. You’d blame yourself but of course JD had his part to play. Ram Sweeney, Kurt Kelly, again yes you assisted but realistically you did believe JD, you didn’t know you would kill the pair.
Now however, you’d broken apart from Jason Dean. Thought you had rid of his sadistic and overly dramatic ways. But now you’re kneeling here over Heather Dukes body, blood dripping from your hands. Without another soul in the house who helped you.
You killed Heather Duke.
Slit her wrists. Wrote the suicide note. This wasn’t an accident or anything impulsive. You knew what you was doing. You’re just as bad as him.
You grabbed Heathers house phone after wiping the blood on ur skirt. Still sobbing. Still shaking. And you dialled his number.
You were about to hang the line, realising who you were calling until -
“Hello”
For some reason his voice brought you to tears, you realised you and him were more alike then you wanted to believe. Of course he wouldn’t cry about killing someone but you both had a capability of murder.
“H-hello” you strung together through tears
“Veronica?” JD sounded shocked, but you noticed an excitement in his tone. “Why are you crying?”
“I-I’m a-at Heather D-dukes”
He seemed to understand. “ I’m on my way”
You feel back to you knees, phone falling to the ground and you reached out to stroke your friends hair. Dead friends hair.
You couldn’t remember how long it was before JD turned up. You didn’t look at his face just heard him jump through the window. And gasp in awe at the body.
You sobbed loudly. He came behind you, walking round the body you traced his footsteps.
He crouched wrapping his arms around you from your kneeled position.
“Oh Veronica” he sighed. “I would have helped yknow. Could of been less of a mess” You whined, he held you tighter. “We’re much more alike than you think we are baby”. You were in hysterics at this point. He kissed the top of your head. “Mr and Mrs Duke in?”
You shook your head. He stood and walked away, you heard his footsteps travel up the stairs but you hadn’t the care to wonder where he went. You kept staring at your mess, the person, your friend you killed.
You heard JD come back down. Felt him lifting you in his arms, peppering your head and cheeks with small, loving kisses.
He took you into the bathroom. Undressing you and putting you in a warm bubble bath. He poured water over your head, washed the dried blood off your arms with a sponge as you stared dazed at the wall. He gently kissed your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, your chest. And you feel ashamed that it comforted you, he was the only thing you wanted in that moment.
“ You stay here baby. I’ll fix this”
Pairing: JD x GN! Reader
Warning: mentions of guns, Ram and Kurt being creepy assholes
The thing you hated most about school wasn’t the classes. They were pretty easy for the most part. The thing you hated most about school were the jocks, specifically Ram and Kurt, who you had been trying your best to avoid.
“ C’mon babe, stop ignoring us.”
“ Yeah, we’re just trying to say hi.”
You try to shove past them, but Kurt grabs your arm. You turn on your heel, trying to wrench your arm out of his grip.
“ What do you think your doing?” You stated, voice raising.
“ Oh don’t be like that, just give us a chance.”
“ Is there a problem here?” JD appeared behind you.
“ Yeah, the whore here-”
JD flashes his gun at the two boys.
“ I’d advise you to be very careful with what you say next.” He comments, voice laced with venom.
“ Woah there man, we don’t want any trouble.” Kurt lets go of your arm, raising his hands in surrender. Both of them take off, finding someone else to go torment.
“ Damn right they don’t.” JD mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck tenderly, leaving a trail from your collar bone to your jaw. You chuckle tilting your head back.
“ You’re like an overprotective guard dog.” You say, turning so you can give him a peck on the lips.
“ Only for you.” He responds, giving you a smirk.
“ C’mon, let’s go get slushies.” He says, grabbing your hand.
