Random x Reader One-Shots

Obedient Servant-Enemy!Heather D x reader

"How does Y/N, an arrogant, bitchy, orphan, bastard, whoreson somehow endorse Heather McNamara, her enemy. A girl she's despised since the beginning, just to keep me from winning?" Duke mumbled under her breath as she saw the two sat next to each other in the cafeteria, JD next to Y/N. "I wanna be in the room where it happens. You've kept me from the room where it happens for the last time."

So she got her school notepad out, complimented with her bright green pen Duke always wrote in.
'Dear Y/N,
I am slow to anger but I toe the line as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back on where I failed and in every place I checked the only common thread has been your disrespect.
Now you call me "amoral", a "dangerous disgrace". If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face. I will not just be your obedient servant.
H. Duke.'

Y/N got back to her locker after class, ready to go to a 7/11 for a slurpee, when a slip of paper fell out of her locker. JD picked it up and looked at it before handing it to Y/N.
"It's from Heather."
"Mac?"
"No... Duke."
Y/N read it and laughed annoyed under her breath.
"Oh she wants to play huh?"
Y/N also got a slip of paper out of her bag and leaned against the wall next to it.

'Heather Duke,
I am not the reason no one trusts you. No one knows what you believe. I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve. Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance, Here's an itemised list of four years of disagreements.'
"Sweet Jesus."
"What?"
"I don't know what to put to really rile her up. I'm so much better at this shit in person."
"Just... write what comes to mind."
'I have not been shy. I am just a guy in the public eye trying to do my best for Westerberg Hight. I don't wanna fight but I won't apologize for doing what's right. I had the honor to be your obedient servant
Y/F/I. Y/L/N.'

'Careful how you proceed, Y/N. Intemperate indeed, Y/N. Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, Y/N.'
'Duke, your grievance is legitimate. I stand by what I said, every bit of it. You stand only for yourself, it's what you do. I can't apologize because it's true.'
'Then stand, Y/F/N Y/L/N
Westerberg's football pitch at dawn, guns drawn.'
'You're on. I had the honor to be your obedient servant
Y/F/I. Y/L/N'
'H. Duke.'

"Look at me baby. Are you sure you want this?" JD held Y/N's face and she nodded.
"Yeah I'm sure, since when would you care anyway?"
"Since I'm the one that has to deal with the aftermath if you regret it."
"Look. Remember what you said? It ends when every asshole is dead." Y/N sighed and JD smiled and leaned over Y/N, kissing her passionately. When she got up to go shower, JD emptied the gun slyly, and quietly switched out the bullets. When he was done, he placed it back where it was and laid down next to it.

Y/N walked out the bathroom about an hour later, ready for revenge. The two made their way to the football field. In the distance, Y/N and JD could see Dukes red blazer, her back to the couple. While she was still turned, JD backed to the side into the dark, where he could see the two but they couldn't see him.
"Duke. It's dawn and I'm here."
"Ugh finally!" She groaned. "I'd started to think you'd backed out, I was hoping that would give me an excuse to say you had."
"The only person that will be backing out of this will be you."
"I doubt it. So what's your damage? Doesn't look like you've stolen Jessie James' guns now. You learned well."

"If you're thinking you taught me that, think again. You're the last person to teach me anything about fighting." Y/N smirked and saw Duke see red. Then, winding her up. Well- reminding her, that she was in fact only still Heather Duke and not Chandler, caused her to flip. After all, she couldn't keep everyone together, and began to fall into the traps of JD. Chandler would never be so naive. She would never agree to something without reading it, and she'd hear warnings for what they were. She gets told to put something down, she puts it down. But Duke? No. She raises it higher.

Y/N shot two fires towards Duke but she fell down with a scream. As Y/N looked up, she saw MacNamara shake her head with a clear upset on her face, and run into the dark.
"It's a good job those were blanks isn't it? I mean Christ, she'd be falling down from being injured for real." JD laughed and Y/N looked at him, tears in her eyes.

"What?"
"I mean look at you, crying. That's regret. So I'll repeat... it's a good job those were just blanks."
"You swapped them out?"
"Yeah, and it's a good damn job."
"YOU!" Duke squealed. "You traitor."
"You're a Heather. I don't deal with heathers." JD shrugged and kicked her 'limp' leg. She shot up and prepared to run away.
"By the way Heather-" Y/N shouted after her.
"What?" Duke scowled.
"Stay away from heaters."
"What?"
"Plastic melts." Y/N said with a shaky breath and she made her way back to her house with JD.