#heather willson

Oc x oc fic

TW: mentions of abuse (physical/verbal), racism, bullying, injuries, homophobia, and blood mentions.

Note: Basil (and her family that is briefly mentioned lol) belongs to @patchofglass while Heather and her family (also briefly mentioned) belongs to me

Heather stood outside the door, out of breath, nose bleeding, sore from trying to fight back.. man, did she feel like shit. She thought of just going straight to home, but she didn’t think she could face what waited for her.. besides, Lily would be fine as long as Jo is around.

She finally knocked after standing for a minute, hoping for someone to answer at this time. And someone did. Basil, opening the door, face immediately showing concern once she saw Heather’s condition.

“Hey, hun. How was your day?” Heather asked, trying to ignore the pain she was in.

“Jesus, who did this!?” Basil walked up to her, reaching out and gently holding her girlfriend’s face.

“Basil, it’s nothing-“

“Did Carol do this!?”

“No, just some jerks.”

Basil sighed as she placed Heathers arm over her shoulder, helping her get inside.

“Was it that bitch Kim again?” Basil sounded somewhat pissed. Can’t blame her, this wasn’t the only time Heather showed up all beaten up.

“With company.” Heather scoffed.

“I’m gonna kill those dickheads one day.”

Once they got to the living room, Basil helped her wincing lover sit down on the couch and went to get some tissue for her nose and some bruise gel. Heather sat there, looking at all of her bruises on her arm, most practically fused into a huge one. They hurt, but it could’ve been worse.

Basil handed the tissue to Heather, who placed it to her nose as Basil sat down next to her.

“Let me see your arm.” Basil said much calmer, her hand out to hold her arm.

Heather stretched her arm over to Basil, who held it gently as she placed the gel on the bruises.

“I’m sorry you go through this bullshit, hun.” Basil sort of mumbled, a bit upset.

“Don’t be, you’re one of the good ones.” Heather said somewhat jokingly, chuckling while trying to find humor in this. Basil just looked at her. Not a pissed look, like a “are you serious right now” look.

“Yeah, not funny, my bad.” Heather awkwardly looked to the other side. Basil smiled as she rolled her eyes.

“I just want you to be okay, y’know?” She gently placed her arms around Heather, not wanting to accidentally hurt her more.

“I know I know..” Heather hugged back. “kind of hard to do that when half the town is racist, though.”

“Whatever, this town’s dumb anyway.”

“Dumber than dumb.”

“Dumber than Sammy.”

“They make Sammy look like he’s the smartest person on earth.”

They both giggled as they let go of each other slowly. Heather leaned on her shoulder while Basil kissed her cheek.

“Thanks for helping me.. again.” Heather chuckled, hand intertwined with Basil’s.

“Of course. I’ll always be here to help, hun.” Basil reassured, pulling her closer.

“I’m glad for that.” She ran the free hand through Basil’s hair. “I’m also glad your parents aren’t to weird about.. us.”

“Eh.. they’re better than Carol, thats for sure.”

“Oh definitely.”

Roommates with long bacon ​

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