Chandlmara Stories

A collection of One-shots for my girls. Most are standalone unless stated otherwise. Suggest ships and prompts please!

hello, guys I made a sequel.

idek what this is anymore

fandom: Heathers ship: heather chandler x heather mcnamara - red and yellow were the perfect pair, complimenting each other splendidly. But when red fades away, can yellow stand by itself? can yellow build the strength to go on alone?

its just gay

Authors note: warning, angst ahead This fic is a Heather McNamara x Heather Chandler fic Summary: Heather can't take it anymore so she seems solitude where she feels safe

Heather Chandler is queen bee of Westerburg High and walks around with her head held high. She is a demon and lets nothing get in her way, she has no weakness. Or does she.

Heather McNamara was content with her life. She had her friends, she had cheerleading, and she especially had Heather Chandler. How could that all be taken away from her? Fear In My Soul Soulmate AU: Where you feel a large sum of pain in your soul when your soulmate is about to die.

A Heather Chandler x Heather McNamara oneshot that I wrote because I have no life.

Death seemed a lot like high school to Heather. Maybe a bit too much.

Heather McNamara doesn't consider herself the most interesting of her friends. Veronica Sawyer is the babe-the beautiful new girl in the group. Heather Duke's got... breast implants, an eating disorder, and the yearbook? Mac wasn't sure what Duke's life was. And then there was Heather Chandler. There are no words good or bad enough to describe her, so we have to make do with what words we have. If you asked Mac to describe herself truthfully, she'd think "innocent, stupid, can be mean on command, vulnerable, and fearful". Yet Heather Chandler doesn't seem to think so. She's called her all the opposite, but never in front of their friends. In public, Chandler seldomly acknowledges hers or anyone unless she's angry or teasing them. But when she and Mac are alone, the richest, hottest, most magnetic, most heartless girl in town becomes someone you want to not just tangle yourself into, but someone you'd... like. Someone you want to know without fear. Heather McNamara doesn't know what she'd do without her, so what happens when tragedy forces her to figure that out?

Filled with shit. Some fluff angst or smut requests allowed too! Just no character x reader

Oneshots of Heathers ships! On Ao3 too!