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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Heathers:_The_Musical_-_Murphy_&_O'Keefe, Heathers_(1988)
  Relationship:
      Heather_Chandler/Veronica_Sawyer, Heather_Chandler_&_Veronica_Sawyer
  Character:
      Heather_Chandler_(Heathers), Veronica_Sawyer, David, Brian
  Additional Tags:
      Based_off_of_the_Movie, Smut, in_second_chapter, NSFW, Underage_Rape/Non-
      con, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Chansaw, Was_a_request_from_my_WattPad
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2024
****** Who Knew [ChanSaw] ******
by TheDreamer240
Summary
     Both Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer unknowingly like each
     other, what would be the outcome if Veronica had ran into Chandler in
     the bathroom instead?
Notes
     Warning Again: There is slightly detailed Non-Con between Heather and
     David in the second chapter, I will be marking NSFW sections with
     Stars like these "***"
See the end of the work for more notes
***** SFW *****
                                V_E_R_O_N_I_C_A
                                        
   Veronica look up to the clouds, admiring their shapes so she wouldn't need
to catch herself to stop looking at the one and only Mythic Bitch herself.
 
   "Veronica!"
 
   Speak of the devil, that's her queue to to go. 
 
  "yeah, yeah I'm comin'"
 
   She took her spot buy her blue ball, placing the mallet steadily by it,
ready to hit.
 

   It's been three weeks since she joined the Heathers and she still finds ways
to mess up, like when she almost ended up kissing Heather the other day, they
were so close, luckily Veronica caught herself in time and pulled back, her
face as red as Heather Chandler's blazer.
 
   The only one that knows any of this; any of the thoughts that occur in
Veronica's mind about Heather Chandler? Is Betty Finn.
 
                                C_H_A_N_D_L_E_R
                                        
   There was a reason Heather Chandler let the little blue nobody into the
clique, and one reason only, she didn't let just anyone join the Heathers, no,
It's only been her, Duke, and McNamara. Veronica was the only exception due to
Chandler's crush on the blue nerd since 3rd grade. It wasn't until three weeks
ago that Heather had the chance to invite her in.
 
   No one even knew about this crush she had, no one even seemed to think twice
about why Heather Chandler let Veronica Sawyer of all people into the group.
Not even Heather McNamara or Heather Duke knew about this, they couldn't know
about this!
 
                       T_H_E_R_E_M_I_N_G_T_O_N_P_A_R_T_Y
                                V_E_R_O_N_I_C_A
                                        
   Finally, Veronica's first College party, well, not exactly something she was
excited about, but at least Heather will be there with her... hopefully.
 
   The girls walked in, Chandler walking beside Veronica, bumping into a few
people as they made their way through the crowded hallway.
 
   This has to be the most terrifying thing Veronica has done, the second being
when she joined the Heathers.
 
   Looking over slightly into her peripheral vision, Veronica noticed the pair
of silver eyes watching her, whether they were to keep an eye on Veronica she
she didn't do anything stupid? Or simply checking her out; at this point it
might as well be both. But she knew better, Chandler couldn't be checking her
out, Chandler was straight, besides, even if Heather Chandler was gay, there's
no way shed have the hots for someone like Veronica Sawyer. Heather Chandler
was way out of her league!
 
                                C_H_A_N_D_L_E_R
                                        
   Walking beside Veronica she tried sneaking glances at the girl. She was a
proud in a way, she made her go from "pretty" to "Absolutely Gorgeous". Well,
Heather had no doubts that Veronica looked stunning without the apparel she
made her dress up in, but it doesn't seem like she'll ever even have a chance
to see the day where that even happens.
 
   She eventually gives up on trying to hide her glances, simply staring at
Veronica with no regards to the consequences. It didn't seem to bother the
other, so why not?
 
   They reach the main room, a couple of college boys walk up to the two.
 
   "You two ready?" the shorter one asked.
 
   Chandler simply nodded, leaving Veronica to ask the question, "for what?"
 
   "The Party of course!" What else?" the taller one practically hollered as he
grabbed Chandler's arm, dragging her to another room.
 
                                V_E_R_O_N_I_C_A
                                        
   Veronica watched as Chandler was pulled away, shit, now she was alone, at
her first party, next to a guy who seems completely full of himself.
 
   He drags her into another room just like the other guy did with
Heather. Holy Fuck this was not going to happen!
 
   Veronica pulls her arm away from his grip, "I am not doing this,
whatever this is."
 
   He scoffs, "other people at your high-school aren't so uptight."
 
   She steps back a bit, "I have this little prepared speech for when my suitor
decides to try take more than I'd like to give him, OH GEE BLANK-"
 
   "Save the speeches for Malcolm X," he interrupts, "I just wanna get laid."
 
   Now it's her time to scoff, tossing some papers that were laid upon the
coffee table angrily to the floor, "you don't deserve my fucking speech."
 
   Storming out of the room Veronica feels sick, she needs to get out of here.
 
   She makes her way to one of the bathrooms, quickly running over puke into
the nearest trashcan. Wiping off the residue from her mouth with her forearm
she turns around to face the one and only Heather Chandler. She looks like
she's been crying, the mirror is wet with water she assumes was Heathers doing,
maybe not, she'll never know.
 
   "Hey..." she starts.
 
   "Hey."
 
   "You alright?"
***** NSFW *****
                                C_H_A_N_D_L_E_R
                                        
   Chandler walked alongside David, not that she wanted to but that she had to.
She needed to keep her reputation up. She had to do to what people expected of
her.
 
   Entering his dorm she moved to sit on the couch that sat beside the small
dorm room kitchen. He sat next to her, of course, leaning in kiss her sloppily.
Heather hated it. But she kissed back, barely, letting David do the work.
 
   Getting handsy he grabbed at her waist, pulled at her dress and just
kept touching and touching. She wanted it to Stop! She pushed away, "Come on
David, lets just get to the party."
 
   "Sorry, it's just you're so hot tonight." he gently nudged the back of her
head, Chandler knew what he expected her to do, and she had to do it.
 ***
   She looked down, giving up, slowly letting herself slide down to her knees
on the ground before reaching for his zipper. Taking in a hot breath she let
herself reach and pull out that gross thing men called a dick. She internally
grimaced, wrapping a hand around it to tug at it like she was taught. Heather
could have gagged right there is she had the reflex. But she help back.
Tentatively licking up from base to tip. The worst thing in this moment was his
lack of warning before he came. Glad it was over so fast but her face was now
frosted with gross salty cum.
 ***
   "Jesus Christ warn me next time!" she hopes there won't ever be a next time,
she should have stayed and helped out Veronica.
 
   Heather didn't even let him answer before leaving to walk to bathroom and
wash herself off. She felt worthless... like just a toy for men to play with.
Walking over to the sink and grabbing a glass, filling it up with water.
 
   Guzzling the water a bit in her mouth she spat it at her
reflection, disgusted with herself.
 
   Not but 2 seconds later she saw Veronica run in before regurgitating into
the nearest trashcan.
 
   "Hey..." Veronica starts.
 
   "Hey."
 
                                V_E_R_O_N_I_C_A
 
   Veronica didn't know what came over her as she sauntered over to Heather,
backing her up against the wall, "Holy hell... why are you so hot~"
   Heather seemed to scowl, but it looked forced.
 
   "Jesus, Brian is a Male, all that's on his mind is sex, he got pissed when I
told him no. But it's not that I don't wanna have sex, No I know what I wanna
do~"
 
   Chandler stepped back, well, tried to, being pushed up against a wall didn't
exactly help her cause. She could feel the hot breath of Veronica Sawyer down
the side of her neck, "'Ronnica, lets just get out of here and get you sobered
up alright?"
 
   Veronica wasn't even drunk, tipsy even, somethings just flipped off. Like a
switch. A phase of false confidence.
 
   "Alright..." she sighed, walking with Heather Chandler as she pulled her out
to the car.
 
                         T_H_E_M_O_R_N_I_N_G _A_F_T_E_R
                                        
                                C_H_A_N_D_L_E_R
                                        
   Waking up, Chandler slowly took to her surroundings, she was quite aware
where she was, she didn't get drunk at all last night, she helped Veronica
after taking her to her room and giving her a glass of water to help with any
lingering anxiety that lingered in her chest. After a while they both fell
asleep under the covers, neither of them making a move to speak, it was all too
exhausting of a night.
 
   She felt the warmth of Veronica's hold as she went to get up, the other now
snuggling into Heather's back. "Veronica, wake up..." she asked tiredly,
turning over to look at the other face to face.
 
   Veronica didn't budge, her breathing still soft as she slept soundly. An
idea popped into Chandler's head, placing a hand on Veronica's cheek before
leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips. Pulling back Heather saw beautiful
dark chocolate brown eyes, "well good morning beautiful..."
 
   Veronica sat up, yawned and stretched and rubbed her eyes as she tried to
wake herself up, "Mornin'..."
 
   Smiling Heather got up, "Want anything to eat love?" 


  "Yeah, you~" Veronica replied, a smug smirk on her face.
 
   Chandler scoffed, "have you ever even had sex before?"
 
   "No," she replied, "but there's a first to everything."
 ***
   Walking back over to the end of the bed Heather pulled Veronica in for a
kiss, it was soft, warm, gentle, unlike all the "make out sessions' she's had
with men. This time it was something she actually wanted to happen, something
she enjoyed. It made her heart soar as she let her hands grip at Veronica's
waist. Kissing up the side of her face she nipped at the others ear, "how about
I show you how this works, hm?" all she got in reply was a soft nod.
 
   With a small huff Chandler leaned down to kiss at the others neck, nipping
lightly, causing small gasps to escape from Veronica's mouth.
 
   She wanted Veronica's first time to be something enjoyable, so she kept her
pace slow. Gently she nipped again this time at the edge of her jaw, softly
kissing the area to sooth it. A hand made its way down Veronica's side, a chill
going down the girl's spine as she whined slightly at the light contact.
 
   "Stop teasing..." it came out as a soft whisper from the blue girl's lips.
 
   Heather giggles at this, "let's take it slow 'Ronnica." she says as she
pulls down at Veronica's skirt, "I actually love you, Veronica... unlike those
fuck boys, I want this to be just as special for you as it is for me..."
 
   Veronica gave a small smile, "I love you too, Heather Chandler."
 
   At that moment Chandler took the chance to kiss her, their bodies still
intertwined as she bit at her bottom lip, now sliding a hand down where
Veronica seemed to need it most. Edging her on until finally Veronica seemed to
snap and beg her. So she did. Heather let herself go further, relishing in the
moans that came from Veronica's mouth a perfect symphony.
 
   After making sure it was okay she entered Veronica, letting her get used to
the feel of one finger at a time until they got to three. At this point
Veronica couldn't hold back her cute little noises of pleasure, trying to cover
them up with her hand until Heather moved it and pinned it down to the bed,
settling with biting into Chandler's shoulder. Every movement of Heather's
fingers sent sparks up Veronica's spine and into the ever growing knot in her
stomach, the pads of Heather's fingers hitting that special spot every single
time until she finally released with a silent scream into Heather's shoulder as
she bit down harder. She let go slightly as she came down from her high, now
nuzzling to the crook of the others neck.
 ***
   "You doing alright there, love?" Heather asked, lightly tipping Veronica's
head up with a finger under her chin. Eyes closed, Veronica nodded with smile.
 
"I love you..."
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