Heathers Requests/One Shots

Starry Nights

Yes, I know this was last updated over a week ago. I'm working on it. But school, plus slightly falling out of love with this fandom, plus publishing three anonymous, over 1000 word fanfics on Ao3, and... yeah. Anyway, some more fluff (totally not based of a Tumblr prompt, lol)! TW// Self-doubt

In a world where everyone was gifted a power at birth, it was hard not to see the clear lines in society, especially high school. The kids who could shoot fire and freeze things (Kurt and Ram), the kids who could make anyone do anything they want (Heather Chandler), and the girl who can make anyone tell the truth (Heather McNamara)... those kids were at the top of the food chain.

People who had useless powers like making rainbows (Martha Dumptruck) were at the bottom. And those who had a good power but used it wrong, like how the new kid J.D. could read minds. Everyone avoided him like the plague, and well, I could see why.

Heather and Heather both had remarkable powers. Veronica did too; she could control storms. Only small ones, and it was mainly a party trick at the moment, like making clouds for them when it was too hot or blowing turbulent, rain filled breezes in the long summers.

Everyone at this level in the school hierarchy had such cool powers. So why, WHY, pray tell, did I have the worst power? Heather Duke, second in command of Westerburg High, had a useless power that belonged to the lower levels.

You see, I was older than everyone else by a year, but my parents had put me in school late, so I was the oldest one in the grade. My year was the year the Birth Parent Power Movement was revoked. The Movement said that a baby got a combination of both parents powers. Due to legal reasons and whatnot, the Movement was suspended and then, eventually, abolished.

My dad could read minds, just like J.D. It was what made him one of the most powerful CEOs out there. And mom could sing any song in the world perfectly. They had met at one of her concerts. It was sweet, and even my dad's cold eyes went a little dewy for her.

But parents being lovesick teenagers wasn't the point. The point was that I had gotten a combination of these powers. And it was so stupid. My power? I could sing into people's minds. It was useless, completely and utterly, because what good could that do?

At first, when I was little, it was fun singing Disney songs into her older sister and younger brother's ears, because of all the chaos we would kick up.

"MOM! Heather is singing again!"

"Not true, Daphne! Willy can vouch for me, can't he!"

"Do Frozen next Heather!"

"NO!"

But now, in power, it was hard to keep up appearances of being strong when all you could do was sing, and not even out loud! Normally, my singing was horrible. I was so off-key, plus tone deaf, which made no sense to me.

In my own head, my music sounded just like my mother's. But for some reason, the sounds just wouldn't come out of my mouth. All the notes were wrong and I knew that, but I couldn't tell why or how to fix it.

So fast forward to an amazing night with my amazing girlfriend. Veronica had just expanded her powers to weather as a whole, and even things like meteor showers and comets. And that was great and I was proud, but... wasn't she going to realize that someone else, stronger and better, could be here with her right now.

"What're you thinking of, babe?" Veronica asked, twirling her finger as meteors rained down in fiery sparkles, only to vanish near the floor. At first, I had thought nicknames like 'babe' could never sound natural, but with Veronica? They felt... well, let's just say they weren't unwelcome.

"Nothin'," I said. I was tired. Veronica and me were both very smart, but we lacked motivation, and had spent all of our day together at the mall instead of doing productive stuff, so we had speed run our homework for the week in 1 and a half hours. The Monster cans and many, many mugs in the sink were proof.

"Nah, you have your deep thinking face. Like when we're in algebra and we're doing a test, and you are trying to remember a formula when you could just look at the top of the test 'cause the formula is printed there, like it always is." I chuckled.

"Guilty," I said, poking her lightly. She giggled, and lost her focus for a second, causing a meteor to barrel down, nearly hitting me in the face. 

"Whoops," she laughed, her brow furrowing slightly as she regained control. "Hey," she said, gray eyes widening. "Have you ever shown me your power?" It was a question I knew was coming but had done nothing to avoid. God, was I an idiot? The answer was, quite clearly, yes.

"No, I don't think I have," I said slowly, fighting to hold on to the calm atmosphere we had had a moment ago.

"Show me," Veronica said eagerly. It was impossible to argue with those pleading eyes, and Veronica knew that. I sighed, pulling myself upright with Veronica following suit. What was her favorite song? Some Japanese thing... oh. Right. Why was my girlfriend this cheesy?

When the day starts anew, hope I spend it with you
I'm glad that I fell in love with you

Starting from the end was a strategy, see? That way, I could sing the song, and not have to sing more than two lines. Genius, right? Okay, yeah, in theory. But in practice, it meant that you had your girlfriend staring at you, waiting, and oh God, what was that look in her eyes?

"What was that?" Veronica asked. "When you sung along to the radio... no offense, but... you sound so different! And your lips didn't move... what was..." Veronica's voice trailed off as she shook her head, uncomprehending.

"I can sing well... but not out loud," I offered, before diving into a deeper explanation at her startled eyes. I kept my eyes locked on hers to try and guess what she was thinking, but it was no use. Just like Heather Chandler shoved her emotions down until they burst out of her, just like Heather McNamara wore her heart on her sleeve, and just like I had trained myself not to feel anything (until Veronica came along), Veronica had her own way of dealing wit emotions.

She hid what she was feeling, just like me, but everything tended to explode out of her like Heather chandler, but it wasn't angry... most of the time. There was that one time, after they had gotten together, they had went to a Remington party and some jock decided that Verónica I be a good target. veronica was not amused, to say the least.

Her eyes were like a steely wall until my words dwindled to a close. They held strong for a couple long seconds, before they crumbled. The look in her eyes reminded me of our first kiss, tentative but passionate.

"You are so amazing," she said, an awestruck look in her eyes. I started to speak, to tell her that I wasn't, not really, but she cut me off. "You are, and I will kiss you until you believe it."

"I think I could get used to this," I whisper back playfully. Finally, the one thing in my life that had been nagging me was set in place and finally, I could just be with my girlfriend, knowing she loved every single part of me.

(1220 words)
(Comment if you've heard that song!)