Heathers Oneshots (for ships I never see)

Embarrassing Secret (Chandstock)

"The high school dance is coming up in a couple of weeks. Do you have a date in mind, Heather?" Veronica asked Chandler with an almost evil smirk. "Oh come on, Ronnie. You know she won't have one yet" Duke said as she adjusted her hair in the mirror. "Yes, actually. I do." Heather C. replyed in a certain tone. She received stares from all of the other tables around her as the canteen fell almost silent. "... It's Kurt, isn't it?" Ram said from across the room. Heather's face screwed up. "EEEWWWW! Why the HELL would I like that creep?!" She yelled, wincing at the thought of them being together. "Well then, who else would it be? You've never liked any of the jocks."
"Yes I kno-"
"And you HATE the nerd guys"
"I know that bu-"
"So who would you like as a BOYFRIEND??"
"SINCE WHEN DID I EVER FUCKING SAY THAT I HAD MY EYE ON A GUY?!?" Heather yelled at the top of her voice. At this point she was so done with everyone. This silenced the whole canteen as people began to snicker. "..... You... like a... like a girl, then?" Mcnamara asked half happily. She'd never thought that she'd find another lesbian in Westerburg.

"Yes." Heather said, still fuming and embarrassed from what just happened. "Oh ma gawd, who?" Veronica said, not even trying to hide the fact that she's excited. At that moment, Martha walked in to get her lunch and also trying not to get her tray slapped out of her hands by Ram again. Heather Chandler, being the lesbian she was, couldn't help but stare at her and her features. Even since 6th grade, she'd always had a thing for her. Heather admired her kindness and golden heart. And also how BIG her boobs actually were. The only reason she bullied her was because Duke and all the other popular guys did it. Duke noticed she was staring at Martha and imediately yelled, "YOU HAVE A THING FOR DUMPTRUCK?!!?"
"Jesus fucking christ, Heather! Can't you keep your dick-sucking mouth shut?!" The whole canteen erupted with laughter and Martha turned to look at Heather with a confused look. Heather couldn't take it. Her cheeks grew redder and redder as hot tears fall down her cheeks. 'Fuck this.' She thought as she got her things and ran off the bathroom in break-neck speed.

Martha's expression quickly switched from confusion to worry and rushed towards Veronica. "Hey, can you keep my lunch for me? Thanks." Martha quickly bolted to the bathroom where Heather was. She opened the door as she heard crying from one of the stalls. She saw the crying girl's shoes. Red fancy shoes. Heather. Martha knocked on the door gently "Heather?" She asked with a gentle sweetness to her voice. "What do you want, Mcnamara?" Heather said with a shaky tone. "It's Martha. Was... was what you said out there true? That you love me?" Martha heard Heather unlock the stall door. She opened the door to see makeup dripping down her face as she sobs loudly. "Yeah. It's true. I've loved you since 6th grade. I only put you down for popularity. Pretty gross, right?" Heather said with a gentle smile. "Heather, I don't think it's gross. In fact, I love you too. And I mean it." Martha said, blushing a subtle pink. She wiped Heather's tears away as she cups her cheek in her hand. Martha leaned forward and gently kissed Heather on the lips. Her lips tasted like cherry and apples and they felt softer than she'd imagined. She pulled away only to see Heather undoing her shirt and Martha snorted with laughter. "We don't go straight into sex, you doofus." Martha couldn't stop laughing and Heather pressed their foreheads together. "You're right. Maybe I need to learn how to date people. Maybe you could teach me. But in the meantime, I'm yours. And you're mine. That's all that matters."
"But what about your reputation? I don't think they'd approve of us.."
"You know what? If they don't approve, fuck them. I'd rather be a nerd and stay with you for the rest of my life then be popular but never get to see you again. I love you, Marshmellow."
"I love you too, My angel... Sorry. I can't think of any good nicknames to do with your name." Heather laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Angel's good enough."

Smut-y shit incoming!

Heather kissed Martha, a little rougher this time. She arched Martha's back as she went deeper into the kiss. Martha, surprisingly, wasn't going to go down without a fight. They were fighting for domination for endless minutes until Heather gave up and let Martha dominate. Martha licked Heather's bottom lip for permission and she obeyingly opened her mouth so Martha's tounge could explore it. Heather never thought she'd be in this situation. Her making out with her all time crush in the bathroom stall. Martha was actually a really good kisser, much better than she had expected. Martha started to grope Heather's breasts and this caught her off-guard and she moaned with delight. Her hands were sliding down her body, which made Heather shiver. Her hands reached her panties and- "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?" Veronica yelled out as her face was becoming the shade of Chandler's jacket. "We were... Wait... How long have you been here?" Martha asked, looking at Ronnie suspiciously.
"About half an hour."
"Why didn't you say anything before?!"
"She was masterbating to you two." Mcnamara said with no shame. "I was not! I was just... you know........ researching..."
"Your vagina?"
"Shut up, Heather."
"Sorry, Heather."

I can't help myself :^) They are my OTP.