Heathers One Shots bc I like women

I've given up on titles-Chandlamara

Tw: panic attack

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Chandler's pov-

A thousand thoughts flood my brain. I sit under the duvet of my bed, eyes unblinking. Just thinking. I'm thinking of lots of different things. And they all scare me. I'm panicking. If I panic I cry and sometimes it gets so bad I start hyperventilating. The three other girls of my clique are all sprawled out on the floor. I look at the clock on the wall and sigh, 3 in the morning. I don't feel like moving so I don't. I just sit staring at the wall, waiting for this flood of sadness to wash away so I can have a peaceful rest. Unfortunately this doesn't happen and I end up crying. At first it's a singular tear, but then it evolves into a full on breakdown. I muffle my sobs with my pillow.

I can hear someone start to turn in their sleep and seemingly wake up. My breath hitches unconsciously and I slowly remove my face from the red pillow. I can see Mac sat up, her messy bed-hair looking awfully cute in her yellow floral two piece shirt and pants. She squints her eyes at me as she's only just woken up and I have my lamp on.
"Channie?" She calls out quietly, being careful as to not wake up the other sleeping girls. I can hear my voice break slightly as I try to say what's going on. Mac stands up and walks towards my bed, sitting on the end of it.
"Should we go to the bathroom to talk? Or do you just want to stay here?" I adore this girl with my whole heart.
"B-Bathroom." I manage to get out. She smiles softly at me and takes my hand in hers. I let her lead me out of bed and into my own bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.

"What happened?" She asks, keeping the same soft and quiet tone as before. I sniffle and sit on the counter, Heather following me.
"It was just like... one of those waves of sadness. It was n-nothing really." Heather nods slightly.
"What were you sad about?" I sigh.
"I was just upset about the future and shit, it's really nothing." I reassure her. She pulls me into a hug which I gladly accept and begins to run her fingers through my hair. I begin to smile contently as she does this.
"Is there any way I can help?" I shrug.
"Can you sleep in my bed? I-I know its a weird request but... yeah." I feel a flush of red roll over my cheeks as I ask the embarrassing question. Surprisingly she nods.
"If it'll make you feel better, I'm alright with sleeping next to a pretty girl." She giggles, causing me to as well.

We stay cuddling each other for a while before deciding to leave the bathroom. I hop off the counter, Heather following behind. When I exit the bathroom she turns out the light and follows me back to my bedroom, intertwining our fingers for a little bit. When we get to my room we both climb under my duvet and get comfy. I smile as I feel Heather turn and spoon me. It sounds stupid to admit but I love being little spoon. It gives me a sense of comfort and I can show vulnerability behind closed doors. 

I can feel the yellow clad girl's breath on my neck and it's somewhat comforting. Knowing she's there. I normally can't fall asleep, my insomnia keeps me up, but it seems that when I'm sleeping next to Mac I melt like putty and doze off almost immediately. 

I wake up with Heathers fingers intertwined with my hair. I normally don't let people touch my hair and Heather knows this however, Heather also knows that she's the only exception to that rule. She smiles down at me when I turn over to look at her.
"Morning pretty." She smirks and pecks my forehead. I sort of stare at her, eyes wide.
"Do it again." I whisper. So she does. I try to contain my squeal as I'm aware Veronica hasn't woken up yet. Mac giggles at this and does it again. And then again. And then once more. I can feel myself getting redder and redder, more than my entire room.
"Cutie." She comments which makes my feeling stronger and my face now looks like my blazer.
"Shut up." I whine, batting her hand away when she tried to touch my hair.
"Make me" she purrs into my ear. And I'm done. I'm gone. Literally dead. I quickly pull the duvet up over my face and squeal a little into my pillow.

"Right, let's go get breakfast. Veronica can come down when she wakes up." Mac states, getting out of my bed and walking a little bit. My head is still under the duvet so I can't actually see what's happening.
"You coming? You can't just stay in bed forever." I can see her but I know she's smiling.
"Yes I can." I say. I can hear a scoff. Then footsteps walking back up to my bed and the duvet gets flung off me.
"C'mon Channie." She says as she picks me up bridal style and begins to walk out my room. Surprisingly, Mac is a lot stronger than you'd expect. I guess it's to do with the fact that she's a cheerleader and is constantly lifting people above her head.

"You two sleep well?" Duke asks genuinely curious. I nods and so does Mac. She chucks me onto the couch and walks into the kitchen to make breakfast.
"How did you like sharing a mattress with Veronica?" I tease. Duke just rolls her eyes.
"How did you like sharing your bed with McNamara?" She giggles back. I just sigh and flop backwards onto the couch, laying down.
"I quite enjoyed it, actually." I smirk. Duke playfully rolls her eyes at my comment.

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So I didn't rlly know how to end this but ehhhh it's alrrr ig.

Anyways not proof read, you should know by now that I'm too sleep deprived to do such a thing.