Musical One Shots, Imagines and Preferences (Requests Closed)

Love and Death - Heathers - JD x Reader

You hate the Heathers. Your 'friends' take every opportunity to mock you. About your 'humble' beginnings at Westerburg, about your home, about your family, even about your boyfriend, JD. You protest them mocking JD most, since he did beat Ram and Kurt in a fight once. But one day, it went too far. You got drunk and vomited on Heather Chandler's shoes. When she said she would ruin your reputation, you believed her. She kicked you out of the party and you ran off to find JD. You're sure he'll be at the 7/11. He spends too much time there.

You run into the shop and you locked eyes. You run towards him and tackle him into a hug.
"Hey, (Y/N), what happened?" he asks softly.
"Its Heather. I got drunk and vomited on her shoes, and she's gonna ruin me," you say.
"I thought you looked a bit tipsy. It's gonna be fine. She'll be too drunk to remember it tomorrow," he says as he hugs you back.
"She's sober enough to remember," you say.
"Well, that's where we run into our problem. You want a slushie?" he grabs something behind him and gives it to you, "just freeze your brain. It helps."
You take a drink.
"Oh, Jesus!" you got brain freeze. JD laughs.
"Never fails," he says.

You stayed over at JD's that night. When you woke up, he was already awake and dressed.
"You awake? Come on, I've got a plan," JD says.
"What?" you ask while rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"I'll explain on the way. You know where Heather lives, right?" he asks.
"Yeah," you say.
"Well, get dressed and I'll explain on the way," he says. You got dressed and got ready to go to Heather's house.

"Seriously, what is this plan?" you ask.
"Well, Heather will have a hangover from last night, and she likes to sleep late. If we get there before she wakes up, we can make her a hangover cure, with a special twist," as JD explains the plan, he pulls out a bottle of drain cleaner.
"We can't! Are you crazy?! I'll just, spit in it or something," you say.
"Fine," he says.
"You were joking about that, right?" you ask.
"Yeah," he says. You trust him, even with that look in his eyes. Why shouldn't you trust him? He wouldn't lie to you.

You head into Heather's house and started to make up a hangover cure.
"Who is that!"
"And she's up," you turn to the stairs, "Heather! Its me, (Y/N)! I was bringing you a hangover cure! Thought you'd need it!"
"Make it quick!" she shouts back.
"Here you go," JD hands you a mug with the drink in it.
"Thanks," you say. You walked up the stairs, followed by JD. Heather is waiting for you outside her room.
"Oh, (Y/N), you brought Jesse James. How sweet," she says, very sarcastically.
"Listen, I think we said some things last night that we didn't mean, and I wanted to apologise. I'm really sorry," you hand out the mug and she takes it.
"Nice try, but you're still dead to me," she drinks it in one go. Suddenly, she starts clutching her throat, coughing like crazy.
"Oh my god! Heather!" you start freaking out as she grabs your arms.
"Corn Nuts!" she falls to the floor.

Even in your state of panic, you knew what had happened. While your back was turned, JD had put drain cleaner into the mug. This made you freak out even more, but internally.
"Well-"
"What the hell! You put the drain cleaner in there, and now Heather's dead!" you shout.
"She can't ruin your reputation now. All is well, (Y/N)," he says, all to calmly.
"All is not well! We're murderers now! How could you do that?" you look back at Heather.
"It was for you," he says.
"What?" you say.

"I worship you. I'd trade my life for yours..."