Heathers OneShots!

⚠️Unwrap Your Present (chansaw)

Really long. Heads up.
Time: 1989 December 24th
Some of the first two-way pagers equipped with QWERTY keyboards were introduced in the late 80s!
Chandlers POV.
I'm sitting and watching the fish in my tank swim around as the snow falls. It's Christmas Eve. My pager goes off. I smile knowing that it's my "mystery man" who's been messaging me on and off. He's been sayin really cute stuff so I excitedly pick it up and read it.
V: hey there.
C:hey stranger...literally.
V: what are you doing right now
C: not much. Thinking about you now ;)
V: rly? What about me are you thinking abt?
C: how cute you probably look.
V: what else?
C: how connected I feel to you...
V: is that all?
C: how you might be thousands of miles away...and I'd still be all over you...
V: that's it?
C: how you make me feel when you compliment me without ever having met me.
V: how do i make you feel when I do that?
C: really good. It makes me want you...
V: is that sarcasm? By the way, what r u doing for Christmas?
I read the last message....shit....maybe I shouldn't have said that...
C: yeah haha. Sorry. And I'm all alone this year.
V: I gtg. Talk later tonight?
C: oh. Cool. Talk later :)

Veronica's POV.
Maybe this was a bad idea....anonymously messaging Heather Chandler...I mean, I'm happy to be talking to her this much...but she's gonna figure out I'm not even a guy and have her heart broken...she'd never want to be with me though. I can't stop thinking about what she said...I don't think it was really sarcasm...I keep thinking about where that conversation could've gone had I not been awkward. An hour or two pass and I pick up the pager. I think for a moment and then risk it.

V: you make me feel good too. But there's something you need to know. Something they may not make you want me anymore.

C: what is it? I don't think I could want you any less...

V: what if i told you I'm not a mystery man but a mystery woman....do you still feel it?
C: ....
V: shit. I'm sorry.
C: yes. It makes it feel even better.
V: good. Cause you're beautiful.
C: I'm starting to feel that feeling again...
V: and smart.
C: what are you doing?
V: and sexy
C: fuck. That feeling.

Heather Chandlers POV.
As I read the messages, I begin to get this intense feeling. I want this person physically.
V: and sexy.
C: fuck. That feeling.
V: how does it feel.
C: really good.
V: I can just imagine how flustered you are.
C: I don't know who or how but you make me want to act up.
V: do it. Act up. You know you want to.
C: I want to so bad. I want YOU.
V: how bad?
C: can I hear you? Is there a number?
V: call the number attached.
I take the telephone off the side table next to my bed and punch in the numbers.

"Hello." Her voice answers. The voice is familiar but I can't place who it reminds me of.

Your v-voice....

"What about it?"

It's so...hot. I- it it turns me on. I whine a little.

"That's good. Your voice is so sexy."

Yeah?

"God you sound so conflicted and sexy."

I love it when you say stuff like that.

"Can I call you baby?"

Mmhm. Yes. I moan slightly.

"Baby, what are you doing right now?"

P-pleasing myself. I admit.

"You're so quiet. Don't be afraid. Tell me what you like"

I like when you call me names....and the way you make me wet.

"What kinds of names...dirty names?"

You can c-call me whatever you want. I'll be y-your bitch.

"Oh. So i can call you a little slut?"

Mmhmm.

"What if I called you MY dirty little slut?"

Mmmm please. Fuck you make me so hot. I wish you didn't live so far...

"I might be closer that you'd think, Heather."

I wish you were here right now. The greatest gift. I tease.

"Awe. How cute. Get some rest. Happy holidays. Maybe one day you'll get to unwrap me like a gift." She teases.

I hang up the phone and catch my breathe. Like that, I fall asleep. I dream of what this person could look like. For some reason each version is like a slight variation of Veronica Sawyer....it makes me feel weird but calm at the same time.

December 25th 1989

Veronica's POV.
It's Christmas morning. I spend the first half with my parents. But then I go upstairs and change. I put on a tight button down shirt. The shortest skirt I could find. And a slim blue blazer. I put a blue bow in my hair and grab my car keys. I drive over to Heathers house and hope for the best. Once I get there I walk up to the door with a boxy phone. I dial in the numbers and wait.

"Hello?"

Merry Christmas. I say.

"Not thay I don't love hearing your sexy voice...but it's 10 in the morning."

I got you something. It should be on your front porch. Go check it out. Call me back when you get it. I say. She hangs up. I slide the phone into my bag. And wait. The door opens.

"V-Veronica?" She opens the door further and lets me in.

"Hey is there a package out there?"

Merry Christmas, Heather. Unwrap me. I say in an alluring tone as I slowly take off my blazer.

Heather Chandlers POV.
"Unwrap me"

Without a second going by, I cling to the girl in front of me. Our lips crashing together finding a perfect rhythm. I practically rip her shirt off. She LITERALLY rips my sweatpants off. I don't even care. All I care about is her.

"You—are—such—-a dirty—slut." She says between each kiss. I moan into her ear causing her to rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of me.

Oh my god, Veronica. Yes. Ahh.

Within just minutes, she makes me cum. I've never felt so good. I turn her around and kiss her. I push her into the couch and then get on top of her.

"Heather....what are you doing?"

Doing what you just did to me. I smirk.

"Mmm Heather—wait— I've never —- done something—-like this."

Shh. I'll help you. Just relax. Are you okay?

"Y-yesss. Please just fuck me. I feel so good."

I do everything she did to me. And now, we're just laying here. Silent.

S-so it was you.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I did that. I SHOULDNT have done it like that. I'm so-"

Why? I loved it. You made me feel so good. Loved. Respected. Thank you.

"You're welcome."