Heathers Oneshots

Gentle - Chandlamara

TW: Mention of Rape

This is-
angsty but also not?
Enjoy

Heather Chandler knows what it's like to be a girl. She knows what it's like to be used and passed around like a bottle of Vodka only to be abandoned later.

In 4th grade when she was being pulled behind the bushes and kissed by boys she didn't like and who smelled and had clammy hands and chapped lips.

When the teachers didn't say anything because 'boys will be boys' and 'they just like you.'

In 5th grade when a boy pulled down her skirt as she was hanging on the money bars and no one did anything except laugh at her as she tried to get it back.

In her freshman year when one of her friends stalked her and came to her house to the point she'd hide when he called her, fearing him being near her again.

In her sophomore year when her best friend felt entitled to her body and raped her even though she said no. When he stole her virginity when he thought she was asleep.

In her junior year when she finally told her mom and she said that he wasn't that clever so he probably didn't know that what he was doing was wrong, so he shouldn't be held accountable for his actions.

In her junior year when her boyfriend forced her to give him a blowjob at a party.

It was normal, it was expected. She got used to it after a while. Reveling in the attention but not enjoying it, instead using it to climb to the top of the social ladder. Becoming feared, so that she wouldn't have to fear herself.

But everything changed in her senior year. Because in her senior year there was Heather. There always had been Heather, but now it was different. Now she could call Heather hers. It had taken the cheerleader a lot of courage to ask her to prom, and it had taken Chandler even longer to realize it was a date.

Heather was different from all the boys, who were all rough, grabby hands and chapped lips and cigarette smell. Heather was all soft, gentle hands and sweet lips and lemon smell mixed with something so unbearably sweet but so her.

It took her a long time to get used to Heather's gentle touches and constant asking for consent no matter what she did. Sometimes it would frustrate her because obviously she wanted it, why didn't she just take it?

But as her girlfriend slept next to her, moonlight dancing on her light skin through the suncatchers she insisted on buying at the mall, the muscles on her toned stomach twitching ever so slightly as Heather ran her fingers across it, reveling in the way it felt beneath them. The way her hair was all over the place as her mouth fell open ever so slightly, soft sounds occasionally escaping from it. The way she'd turn around and reach for Heather until she could touch her before going back to sleep, made it all clear.

Because she loved Heather Chandler.

And Heather Chandler loved her.

And that was never gonna change.

At all.

She'd make sure of it.

:D

I have nothing else to say
Chan's backstory is based on real events :3