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mynameissolo · 4 months
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I'm just gonna leave this here. Heathers is great and this isn't exactly ship art but the heathers are annoying Veronica so it's basically the same thing
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rosanishelios · 1 year
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based on that one post
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happyyft · 27 days
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Justtt doodles cuz I'm normal
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livelovelupin-13 · 1 year
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someone pls tell me that there are still ppl who ship chansaw or mcduke or mcsawyer in this time of the decade
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cr0wqui11 · 2 months
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"Veronica felt blush rise to her cheeks. It was probably just the alcohol." Breaking News: Local bisexual is in denial of her feelings towards her popular lesbian bestie dressed in yellow
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morbid-zombii · 18 days
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↻ ^. "i could never be mad at you, heather. not for this."
summary:: heather mcnamaras first valentines day with a girl.
pairings:: bi!veronica + never-been-with-a-girl-before-this!heather
wc:: 798
a/n:: yes, its not valentines day. i needed something to write because i am SO out of ideas and ive been wanting to write a mcsawyer fluff for a hot minute now. give me requests guys🙏🙏, also cross posted on ao3!! @/morbid__zombii
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It's Valentines day, and a very special one, at that. Well, at least it's supposed to be. This was Veronicas first Valentines Day with Heather M. since she broke things off with JD. And while she didn't expect much, she still expected something. Like, maybe a box of chocolates, or a "Happy Valentines Day, love you!" From Heather.
But instead, she got the cold shoulder. Heather had ignored her all day at school, and she wasn't answering the phone when Veronica dialed her number. It was more confusing than saddening, to be honest. Heather had never treated her in this way before. Had she done something to offend her? Had Heather ditched her to go be with a boy again?
Then, a terrible thought crosses her mind. What if JD got to her? I mean, he certainly has the capabilities to kill her, if he really wanted to. Plus, what's another Heather to add to the list of murders? To him, they're all the same.
Jesus, she needs to calm down, but how can she when—
The phone rings. And Veronicas hand darts to pick it up with superhuman-like speed.
"Hey, are you busy?" Heathers voice comes off slightly anxious, but Veronica exhales a breath of relief she hadn't realized she was holding in before responding.
"No, why? Also, why have you been–"
"Be outside in ten minutes." Heather interrupts, her request only planting more questions in Veronicas mind.
"What? Heather, are you alright? You've been acting really weird today." Veronica continues her attempts at prying into Heather, her eyebrows pinching in confusion.
"Just– Look, I promise I'll explain everything in a bit, okay?" Heather reassures, completely dodging Veronicas worried questions.
The line goes quiet for a moment, before Veronica finally responds. "Alright.." She sounds unsure, anxious. And then the line clicks, signifying the end of the call.
Well, safe to say that conversation—Could you even call it a conversation? Did nothing to ease Veronicas worries. If anything it only amplifies them, because she soon finds herself chewing and biting at her nails, and checking the clock every few moments and watching impatiently as the minutes seem to drag on for decades.
And then, the doorbell rings, and Veronica springs up from her spot on the bed, nearly sprinting down the hall to open her front door.
She twists the doorknob and opens it so quickly that she thinks it might fall of it's hinges. And instead of spewing out the million questions she had in the back of her mind, they all die on her tounge when she sees Heather, standing at her doorstep with a beautiful blue boquet of flowers.
Not just any flowers either, these are Tulips, which just so happen to be Veronicas favorite.
"Ta-da.." Heather starts in a nervous sing-song tone, standing awkwardly as she holds them out to Veronica.
When she doesn't take them, her face tinges an embarassed shade of rosy pink, and she quickly resumes speaking.
"I've never really been with a girl before, so I just did what any guy would do." Heather stammers, still holding the boquet out to Veronica. "...Do you like them?"
A slow smile tugs at Veronicas expression, and she steps outside to embrace Heather in a tight hug, her arms wrapping around Heather comfortably.
"I love them, thank you." She responds finally, pulling away and taking the boquet with her, thoughtfully admiring them.
"I, uh, I'm sorry for brushing you off all day." Heather starts, twirling a strand of her sunshine-coloured hair between her fingertips.
"I just didn't know what to do, or say to you, that's all. And then I figured, 'well everyone likes flowers, right?' so I went out to buy you some that I think you'd like." She explains nervously, focused intently on anything besides Veronicas eyes.
"I hope your not too mad at me, I–" And that's when Veronica cuts off Heather, bringing her close and taking her lips in a sudden fevered kiss.
Heathers eyes widen, of course she wasn't expecting this. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she eventually closes her eyes and lets herself melt into Veronicas pillow-like kiss; and after a moment Heathers hands find home around Veronicas waist.
After what seems to stretch on for centuries, Veronica pulls away, pressing her forehead against Heathers, a soft smile decorating her already dreamlike features.
"I could never be mad at you, Heather." She reassures, her tone barely above a whisper. "Not for this."
With the boquet in one hand, Veronica grabs Heathers hand and leads her inside, an escape from the cold and blistering night air. Heather uses her own free hand to close the door behind the two of them, and follows as Veronica leads her back down the hall and to her bedroom.
"C'mon, let me give you your own Valentines Day gift now, yeah?" Veronica asks, her smile turned playful and her tone laced with unspoken promises.
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that-boleyn-boy · 1 year
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I got sick so here have a shitty poly heathers sickfic
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chaoticnerdsstuff · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe, Heathers (1988) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heather Chandler/Heather Duke, Heather McNamara/Veronica Sawyer, Heather Chandler & Heather McNamara, Heather Duke & Veronica Sawyer Characters: Heather Duke, Heather Chandler (Heathers), Heather McNamara, Veronica Sawyer Additional Tags: Heather Chandler is Bad at Feelings (Heathers), Getting Together, Happy Ending, Dukesaw bestiesm, Everyone Is Gay, Nobody is Dead, Pre-Relationship, Platonic Soulmates, Pathetic Heather Chandler, Mean Lesbian Heather Duke is so canon to me, Minor Heather McNamara/Veronica Sawyer, Mom Friend Heather McNamara, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Humor, No Angst, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Oblivious Heather Duke, They all collectively bully Veronica(affectionately) Summary:
“What? How can I possibly help you with that, Heather?” She practically shouts. At her glare, Veronica’s voice goes down to a whisper. “I mean I could recommend a good therapist if you’d like?”
“Har Har. You’re hilarious aren’t you, Ron.” She snapped.
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CHANDUKE :D
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mxgnctos · 1 year
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random veronica x mcnamara fic
if there was one thing that heather mcnamara hated the most, it would be going on the school bus.
trapped in the midst of the asphyxiating rusting walls of the bus, she felt like a prisoner being laid out as prey, lying there for the hunters (that are more commonly known as the school jocks). she couldn’t shrug off the putrid scent of age-old puke lingering in the musty, humid air, the slimy sensation of gum that some student discarded on the floor previously, and the immature boys lurking in the back seats hooting and hurling sensual insults at her. the discomfort of it all was too hard to bear, and so every morning, instead of shivering in the cold at the bus stop, she would hop in her friend heather chandler’s car. and so it went on for a while.
until she died.
so heather had no choice but to take the bus. first day back, the boys sitting behind her tugged on her hair until her frustration bubbled to the surface and exploded out of her mouth, and another boy got on, cornered her in her seat and tried to touch her. she spent thirty minutes in the bathroom crying and trying to get the stray piece of gum out of her hair in the aftermath.
at that moment, she wished for nothing else but to die.
but this morning was different. and oh what a strange morning it was. the events of the previous days were constantly replaying in heather’s mind like a broken record. her wanting to die. her deciding to empty the contents of the pill bottle into her mouth. a voice ringing out in the distance, yelling at her to stop, to spit them out. and then veronica was there, holding her in her arms and telling her that everything was going to be alright. heather couldn’t help but lean into her embrace, and futilely wishing for more.
she got on the bus shakily but steadily that day. she couldn’t help but tell herself that everything was going to be alright, since veronica had willed it so. she saved her life, anyhow. she was the one who pulled her back from the tide. there must be some truth to her saviour’s words.
and there was that boy again, leaning into her and attempting to grope her. then a force yanked him backwards, and a familiar voice started yelling, and heather could finally blink the tears out of her eyes to see her saviour, seemingly engulfed in an angelic aura, looking back at her with a concerned expression.
“are you alright?”
veronica sawyer. in all her radiance and luminosity.
heather couldn’t remember what she said, or what veronica replied with, but all of a sudden she found herself sitting next to veronica on the hellish school bus, huddled close so that the combined heat of their bodies combated the chilled air of the musty vehicle.
heather knew that boys will always be boys, and heather chandler would not rise from the dead and resume her chauffeuring service every morning.
but when veronica took her hand, and didn’t recoil when she leaned into her, she knew that it was still going to be alright, and that she wished for nothing else but to stay in veronica’s presence forever.
(a/n: i drew a piece of artwork to go with this too but it’s terrible it cant see the light of day)
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bowtothesupermoon · 1 month
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am i just stupid or why are we so confused about some of our ship names . is it jdonica or jdronica . mcnamawyer or mcsawyer
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fruity-phrog · 2 years
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We need a Heather M x Veronica ship name. McSawyer? McNamawyer?Sawyanara? I like that one because it sounds like Sayonara.
ALSO, why is Duke x Chandler not a big thing? Bitch x bitch, anyone? I like it. Maybe in an au where Duke wasn’t always put down.
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misconceivedcapricorn · 3 months
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tbh the og west end heathers cast i can totally see McSawyer (is that their ship name???) because Veronica seems always to be focusing on McNamara even when the other Heathers are there
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rosanishelios · 5 months
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happyyft · 7 days
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For the drawing requests, maybe some McNamara x Veronica content 🤲💖
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Maybeeee :]]
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livelovelupin-13 · 1 year
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when they can work both platonically and romantically >>
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cr0wqui11 · 1 month
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“She likes a boy. She likes a boy. She likes a boy. She likes a boy
And I’m not a boy. I’m not a boy. I’m not a boy”
could also work with chansaw/dukesaw but I’m referencing my own fic that’s mcsawyer
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