Heathers Requests/One Shots

I Thought I Was Captain

This is a request from @TheLilithiumEscape, so thank you! I hope this lives up to what you expected. Credit to Rangels on Tumblr for the art. TW//Cursing

High school used to be amazing. To be one of the Heathers, making people turn tail with just a glance. Then Heather died. Mac was distraught and Veronica was horrified but me, I knew that this was my time.

I grabbed that red scrunchie and knew, I knew that I would never have to shut up again. Then Kurt and Ram died. That didn't matter. If anything, it helped. The school flew into a frenzy, leaving me to organize the scraps.

Then that psycho J.D. blew himself up. That shouldn't have mattered. Then Veronica went all Ms. Fleming on me and  the school together. The way they looked at her was the way they looked at Heather Chandler.

Admiration. Acceptance. Fear. 

They never looked at me that way. Never never never. I ran out of Westerburg, leaving Veronica and her hippie squad behind.

Heather, don't you dare cry. Heather, don't you dare! NO HEATHER! STOP CRYING! DON'T CRY HEATHER, DON'T CRY!

"Heather?" Of all people to go after me, I thought it would be Mac. She had cried for hours over Heather and Kurt and Ram, even though Heather was the worst and Kurt date-raped her. She was a good person.

"What do you want, Veronica?" I asked, whipping around to see her. She was really blurry for some reason. And my cheeks were wet. "Dammit, am I crying?" Veronica laughed, stepping forward.

She wiped some of the tears off my face, but they were quickly replaced. No... tell her to get back. Heather, tell her to back off! Heather, you. Are. Straight! Heather! What are you doing?

Heather was always yelling at me. Chandler, that is. She hasn't gone away. You would have thought her voice would be at least hoarse by now, but I guess being dead has it's perks.

We fell to the floor. More like I fell into her, and she wrapped her arms around me, lowering me to the ground. I shouldn't be here. I should be running away, screaming at her. Because of her, I'm a nothing. I'm out of control.

But for some reason, being in her arms helped. Being here, in this moment, made it all okay. I finally found the strength to pull back. Her dark eyes were the only things I could see. Hurt but somehow strong at the same time.

Heather, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

I didn't know either. All I knew was that my lips were on hers, and I wasn't pulling back until I needed air. What's more, she was kissing back. Veronica was the one to pull back.

"Wow," she mumbled. She she shifted. Oh no, she was leaving. I messed up, didn't I? I- 

She pulled me up with her, pulling me close. I never realized that I was taller than her. I was, by only a couple inches. She was covered in blood, and ash speckled her face. That didn't matter. She was beautiful.

"Thank you," she chuckled, wrapping her arms around my neck. Mine moved on their own, encircling her waist and pulled her closer. I leaned down, and her lips meant mine. It was perfect. Except for an unwelcome visitor.

Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

"Shut up, Heather."

"What?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Sawyer."

(545 words)

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