"I never loved myself. But you? Oh, god. I loved you so much, That I forgot what hating myself felt like." ---- Veronica Sawyer is a complete waste of time. She says, does, and wears all the wrong things, but somehow, she catches a certain blonde monster's eye. Heather Chandler is the queen of Westerburg High. Everything she says, does, and wears, is all planned accordingly. She knows all of her enemy's moves before they even think about making one. But, somehow, a certain loser seems to get in the way of everything. Heather's almost tempted to give her a break. Almost. ---- (Mindless, late-night drabbles and glimpses into the lives of a complete loser, and a demon queen. Some will be loosely based of each other, though most can be read in any order. AUs will most likely be in most of these. Updates sporadically.)

Heather confesses her conflicting feelings to Veronica the night after Ram and Kurt's party, but her feelings aren't reciprocated. At least, she thought they weren't.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 🍇🍒 ♥- ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. -♥ 🍇🍒 Heather Chandler is the Queen of Westerburg, everyone bows at her, everyone wants her as a friend or a fuck. But- What would happen if she finds someone Special? Someone who makes her feel fuzzy, makes her loose her ability to sleep at night, makes her stutter. Will she be able to swallow her pride and accept her sexuality? Find out here! ⚠swearing⚠ ⚠Smut⚠ ⚠Homophobic insults⚠ ⚠Eating disorders ⚠

I'm honestly not expecting much from this :) What if Veronica stopped the Heathers from humiliating Martha? What if Chandler's feelings ran deeper than she let on? What if JD gave in his psychotic urges from the beginning? A story in which Heather Chandler and Veronica discover their love for one another after the homecoming party and how they proceed afterwards. ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ I obviously do not own Heathers and the cover is a piece of fan-art that I edited. Enjoy my chaos & shit

"You don't know how hard it is for me!" Tears started to form. "Because you never said anything..!" A calm voice suddenly snapped. "Tell me Heather, what is it that you find so hard? So hard that Heather Chandler yourself is near her breaking point?" There was silence. The tension in the air was obvious. Trying to choke back the tears, she spoke, "You." - Heather Chandler, the almighty, the worshipped demon queen of Westerburg High. Veronica Sawyer, the ex-nobody, the "Heather" with forgery skills. [Heathers totally isn't mine lmao]