Heather Chandler X Veronica Sawyer - Tumblr Posts
Also, I’ve been working really hard in this fanfic and actually made progress!
Your boyfriend kind of sucks - chansaw
this is for the lovely @kanobeanz thx for requesting hope you like
(have no idea where this is going or went but ya. Also short and v bad i havent slept in so long)
Sure, JD was freaky. And weird. And absolutely insane. And he may or may not have access to guns and bombs. But Heather doesn't care, all she cares about is Veronica. Veronica, who only wanted to sit next to her, Heather and Heather, but instead she got roped up into this popularity shit. Does Heather feel bad? Maybe, she doesn't quite know how that feels.
But she does now how love feels, and God are women pretty. She's getting off track again, what Heather means is she's falling for Veronica, and JD makes her absolutely livid with that "freeze your brain" shit of his.
Heather realizes Veronica may or may not feel the same when she gets a whiff of drain cleaner in the mug she just handed to Heather.
"Heather, wait" she says quickly, pushing the mug down from her lips before she can take a sip, her fingers brushing against Heather's red lips, which are that color since Heather can never remember to take her makeup off when she gets drunk.
"What's your damage, Ronnie?" Heather asks.
How does Veronica explain that her boyfriend just tried to kill Heather?
(Will expand? Maybe? Idk lmk how you guys feel about this)
for @echomabel
"She's dead, Veronica, she's not coming back" JD had said. He says that so often, always in this stupid calming tone - as if he wasn't the one who gave Veronica that mug in the first place. He knew, why didn't he stop her? Why didn't Veronica notice? Of course she blames herself. She's hardly spoken ever since.
JD puts a hand on her shoulder, one she wants to recoil away from. She hates it. "Ronnie, why are you acting like this?" He asks. That's when Veronica actually does shove him off, standing up and stepping back. "You don't get to call me that!" She says angrily. Nobody does. That night at the party changed everything, the night where her and Heather Chandler didn't hate each other for once. You can fill in the blanks however you want, but either way, Veronica was hopeless. Pitiful, even. Fate served her no mercy.
Before Heather died, she looked at Veronica as if there was..something there. And there might have been, if Veronica hadn't given her the 'hangover cure'. But fate served her no mercy, and she's dead.
Fate serves nobody mercy, nobody deserves mercy in its eyes. Everybody dies, Heather just too soon.
Far too soon.