Cover art not mine. In 2019, apathetic theatre-geek Ana Jordan is holidaying in China when a mysterious illness hits her. An asthma attack hits when she already can't breathe. She blacks out, and wakes up in 1989. She soon realizes she's in a world where Heathers The Musical is real, and she's always liked JD, and Veronica's better off single...JD/OC who thinks she knows her risks.

And yet, he finds he does not want to kill her, not since her eyes lit up the same way as his when they'd reset the bomb, not since she'd kissed him so fiercely the moment it went off that he had to steady himself against a tree to stop from falling over, not since she'd turned up the volume of the TV the moment they'd entered the motel room...

This hadn't been the intention when he'd asked her for a favour, but if the opportunity presents itself and so willingly... (JDuke)

Her vengeful grin is glorious, her gaze sinful, "So tell me, Jason Dean, once we blow up the school, what are we gonna do with our lives?"

He learns, far too young, that fathers won't always care, that mothers can't always protect. That men will hurt and that women are too weak to fight them.

Veronica and JD's relationship. Told in blood.

The moonlight frames her face like a halo. She stands there, ethereal, swaying slightly, as she balances on the windowsill, wild hair blowing in the night breeze. He stares at her, hand still halfway towards reaching for the gun tucked under his mattress – a reflex even after all these nights, wondering if this is all part of a lucid dream. Wonders when he will wake up.

Dear Diary, got talked into volunteering to sell prom tickets. Regretted it after being given a 10 minute lecture by JD about how prom is slavery because it will make us have sex, children and die. I told him maybe he should stop playing weird sex driving games with Veronica then. He told me to die. He probably doesn't mean it. (Peathers but from the POV of a normal student)

There are nights when she can't sleep, where she lies back pressed to his chest, his arm slung over her, and looks around the motel room. This is her life now, running by day, lying low by night, wanting and dreading each action they commit, knowing every one brings them closer to their inevitable bloody demise.

It's not an affair as such but it still feels just as illicit. There's something thrilling about knowing that they're so flagrantly ignoring what is required of them both, that they should have killed each other a hundred times over rather than repeatedly falling into bed together. Vampire, vampire hunter, like Romeo and Juliet but they're less stupid and he drinks more blood.

It's not every night she comes, sometimes she goes away for weeks, and he can almost forget about the way her eyes lit up when she read out the suicide note she wrote for Kurt and Ram, or the way the corner of her mouth upturned when she hit the final shot in strip croquet and demanded he removed his underwear.

(there's danger in your kiss). It's not love. Not as such. He wants everything he can take from her until there's nothing left inside, and she wants all a life with him can offer. Together they collide and fight and fuck and turn into something more dangerous than they could ever be apart.

Apparently, while she had been fighting JD for the lives of the entire school, a far more important meeting had been taking place at an East German press conference.

She wants this. She always has. A boy, pretty, smart, witty, who sees her for who she is. Who loves her with his everything. If past her could travel forward to this one moment, she'd think she had everything she ever dreamed of. And she'd be right. All her dreams came true, including the nightmares.

(Musical-verse, I don't own the cover photo. All rights go to the artist.) It has been eighteen years since the "Suicide Ring" at Westerburg High. Veronica Sawyer has returned to Sherwood with her seventeen-year-old daughter, Heather. As Heather explores her new life at Westerburg, she discovers many secrets from her mother's long forgotten past.

"Wait!" Veronica lunged forward and practically smacked the mug out of Heather's hand. It made with the wall and broke apart, splattering something blue all over the wall and carpet.

When Veronica is reaped for the 89th Hunger Games, alongside a set of vicious female Careers all named Heather, she's sure she hasn't long to live. But when she finds herself forced into an alliance with the mysterious and manipulative male tribute from District 12 she realises that the Heathers may be the least of her worries…

After Heather is killed by them, it's so easy to turn the mug on J.D. that it's almost funny.

Dear diary, I'm sitting outside of the school right now JDs about to blow up the school.

I’ve been wondering what people think of this ship so I decided to write a one shot about it

J.D. comes back as a vengeful spirit, much to Veronica's surprise after he had blown himself up outside of the school, and plans on killing the last Heather who is still alive: Heather Duke. Except, Veronica ends up giving him a pep talk on why he stopped being her boyfriend, and starts to fall in love with ghost! J.D. again even though she is the only one who can see him.

It's the one where Veronica surfs and Heather doesn't. Surfing AU with a twist.

He wants to see her again. God, does he. But he'll see her on Monday. But he doesn't want to wait until Monday, and, despite the fact that he likes her, he starts it like he starts one of his flings- and, frankly, how one of his flings often ends- he climbs through her window./JD's perspective until Chandler dies.

Veronica is thrust into the past where all her dead classmates are alive and she's very confused. When given a strange hourglass and instructions on how to save her friends, she decides to try her best to fix her past mistakes.

Veronica dreamed of a world without Heather Chandler - then her boyfriend J.D. stepped in and committed murder. Veronica saved herself from J.D.'s dark influence, watched him die, and chose a sweet, loving partner instead. But it turns out Veronica's a lot more screwed up than she thought.