Heathers x Reader - Oneshots

Warning: Bullying, Swearing

You know that saying, if someone pulls your hair in the playground, it's because they have a crush on you? Well, I guess this is the one time it rang true.

You'd been a Heather since they began, 8th grade to be more specific. What you had never quite understood was more of a recent issue. The past couple of years Heather Chandler had been an ass to you. More so than before, in fact, the two of you had been incredibly close. However, one day, you came to school and she was cold and cruel to you, and that behaviour had persisted ever since. She was harsher on you than even Duke, and it hurt like hell.

Today was nothing special, the five of you were in the bathrooms all doing your separate thing as per usual, with the new addition being a girl named Veronica Sawyer. You were just chatting with her, when Chandler chimed in, "God knows why you're talking to her, Veronica."
"What do you mean? She's very, and a Heather." Veronica tried to justify herself.
"Maybe so, but I mean, look at her." Chandler gagged, ridiculing you.
"What? She's gorgeous." Veronica complimented.
"No! She's not! You don't know anything about her, Sawyer, so shut your mouth." Chandler demanded, now beginning to shout.
"Jeez Heather, calm down.." Veronica responded, muttering.
"No, don't you dare speak to me like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Heather was now shouting at the top of her lungs, and you were so done with her shit.
"Oh shut up!" You screamed at her.
"What was that?" She retorted, mocking you.
"You heard me, Heather! I'm done with your shit! You've treated my like dirt beneath your shoe for years, what the hell happened? We used to be so close, I loved you!"
Horrified, grabbed your bag and ran out of the school, in disbelief of what you'd just admitted. You swore you'd take your feelings to the grave with you.

Knowing full well Heather would ruin your life, you decided stop by the local Snappy Snack Shack to pick up a cherry slushy and some BQ corn nuts to drown your sorrows in.

You made your way to a lone bench in the park and sat there, contemplating what you'd done, when you heard the loud click of heels behind you. Terrified, you turned around, and saw your worst nightmare, and dream girl, Chandler stood behind you.
"What's tour damage, Heather?" You asked, still angry.
"Nothing I just came to talk." She tried her best to reason with you.
"Oh.." You stayed fairly quiet, still a little scared of her.
"So, why'd you run off like that?" She asked, sitting down next to you.
"Why do you think?" You retorted in a sarcastic tone
"Look, I don't care that you're gay, it doesn't bother me." She smiled kindly at you, and you felt strangely at ease with her for the first time in years.
"R-Really..?" You asked in disbelief.
"Really." She reassured you, nodding her head.
"Can I ask you something?" You questioned, nervously.
"Sure, shoot." She responded, taking one of your corn nuts and popping it in her mouth.
"Well, why did you treat me so badly the last couple of years?" You asked, looking down at your feet.
"Ah, well..", She rubbed her neck in embarrassent, her face flushing red, "I was gonna take this to the grave with me, but, well, I loved you too. I didn't want to fall for you anymore, so I tried to tell myself you weren't good enough, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, you were all I wanted.."
"So, you're telling me you spent years pulling my pigtails?" You laughed a little at how reluctant she had been to confess.
"Basically, yeah, I guess I did." She admitted, now laughing too.
If only one of us had said something, huh.
Things could've been real different." You contemplated sadly.
"They still can be." She said seductively, kissing you passionately, making you drop your slushy.
"Wow.." You muttered out, amazed.
"You taste like cherry." She commented, smirking at you.
"I won't anymore, you made drop it.." You whined, pouting at her.
"God, you're such a sulky baby sometimes, you know that?" She teased, kissing you on the head.
"Yup." You responded, smiling at her.
"I'll buy you a new one, come on." She said, standing up.
"Yay!" You jumped up next to her excitedly.
"God, you're too cute sometimes." She muttered, but you heard her.
"I-Uhm, thanks.." You responded, your face going a red that could put her crunchy to shame.
"Anytime, baby." She flirted, holding your hand and beginning to walk toward the store.
It was silent for a few seconds, before she spoke up again, "You know, I've been waiting years to call you that."
"Well, now you call me that anytime." You grinned at her, like a kid at Christmas.
"Good, I love you.." She confessed and kissed you passionately.
"I love you too!" You returned the sentiment happily, having waited years and dealt with so much hurt, for this very moment. You began to tear up a little and she stopped, turning to you,
"What's wrong, Y/N?" She asked, concerned.
"It's just, I dreamt of this moment since I was 13, and it's real. It feels like a dream, I'm so afraid this isn't real, and that I'm gonna wake up and be alone again.." You admitted, chuckling a little between tears at how outlandish it sounded.
"Well, I'm sure it's real, see.." She kissed you again, and wiped away yours tears after pulling away.
"God, Heather, I love you so damn much." You hugged her, resting your head in the crook of your neck. Eventually, the hug ended, and she intertwined your hands again.
"I love you too, and I always will," She smiled comfortingly at you, "Now, are we getting that slushy or not?"
"Hell yeah!" You cheered happily, and began walking again, chatting just like you used to as kids.
You continued to walk to the Snappy Snack Shack where she got you a brand new slushy and bought some more corn nuts for herself, of course.