#heather c

heather chandler x regina george, a crackship that would go places 💀💀

Redraw of a drawing i did a couple months ago

if you can’t tell, i am more or less devoted to chandler and would love it if you could write some more for her :)

no worries if you can’t, i just wanted to let you know you’ve fed me my hc content for a week and im really thankful <3

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|| Heather Chandler x fem!reader

|| Warnings; short drabble, drunk characters sober reader, Heather Chandler soft for reader, little dialogue

|| Summary; after a party, reader gets everyone home and enjoys some cuddles with Heather Chandler.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

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The Heathers decided to leave the party a little earlier, taking you along with them. You were Heather Chandler's girlfriend and had been for a while now. You weren't overly close to the other Heathers or Veronica, but you hanged out with them. Getting along for the most part. Heather D was a different story. She didn't like you, but then again Heather didn't like anybody. In fact you weren't sure there was a single person she did genuinely like. So you never took it to heart. Knowing that that was just the way she was. Besides, Heather Chandler liked you. That's all that really mattered anyway, isn't it? As long as you're on the Demon Queen of Highschool's good side.

Heather usually didn't hold your hand or do much with you in public, unless she was drunk, but you didn't mind that. You kept close, walking with her and the others to her car. You were the most sober, barely having had anything. Which meant you were the driver. Plus, you were the only other one Heather trusted to drive her car. Privileges, right?

You got everyone home. Taking Heather Chandler last. You got her inside, then undressed and showered. Helping her sober up a bit. Heather let you take care of her, very little complaints about it leaving her. Soon enough you had her in her silk robe, laying in bed and looking at you fondly. Heather crooked a finger, beckoning you closer.

"C'mere.." Heather muttered, you got on the bed and curled up with her. Head rested on Heather's chest. She stroked your hair. She was softer with you behind closed doors. Because she did genuinely love you, as much as Heather tried to hide it from everyone. Including herself.

love,

Mac

( @butimacheerleader1989 )

Heather stares at Mac.

“…thank you for asking.”

Heather stares at her shoes, tears welling in her eyes.

“I.. I’m not actually doing well..”

Heather blinks, sniffling.

“Oh, Mac..”

She pulls Mac into a hug, sobbing violently.

“Jesus, i-“

She hiccups.

“I’m sorry i hugged you i just- i-“