Heather stomped on the gas in her platform boots, flew down the highway without looking over her shoulder, played her music loud enough to drown out whatever might have been trying to get her attention.

It is too damn hot out. She’s absolutely dying and Dolores is grumpy as all hell.

𝘖𝘩.

She’s going to die and it’s not just the heat that’s going to kill her.

A deep breath as she runs her fingers through her hair. She needs a damn drink…

And maybe… Maybe she needs a cold shower.

Her memories were too whole. Moments so intense, red, condensed in themselves that they didn’t need past and future in order to exist.

… She’s leaving the pool area. This is torture.

//heather

She’s biting the inside of her cheek. She’s debating texting the man she just met the other night. It is the weekend after all.

KISSY! Cue Heather placing a big ol’ smooch on the brunette’s cheek.

Oh, fuck it. Heather pulls out her phone out of her pocket and goes through her contacts before finding @KillerFixer’s name. TXT to ash 🛠: [hope this isnt weird!! but im bored and my kid’s asleep. im having a family friend watch her. up for that drink?]

Heather holds the small of Sally’s back and dips her down slightly. “Oh my love! Is my affection far too much for you?”

//sally and heather vibes argue with a wall

“The end of you? Than shall I stop loving you? I would hate for your blood to be on my hands.” Though her voice is plenty playful. She places another kiss against the other’s cheek.

Heather hums happily into the kiss, letting it linger for a moment. It felt nice to be vulnerable for once. To not have to look behind your shoulder every moment of your life.

You love me despite the history of my hands, their mangled confession.

She’s awake. Her head hurts and she needs some damn caffeine in her.

Good morning Krusty crew. She wants to go back to sleep.