The Other Side | Heather Chandler
If you get the time(writing request always feels like 3x the work then writing things for yourself.) do you mind doing "your heart is beating so fast" and "was that your first kiss" with duke or Chandler?
Hey! I’m back! Let’s do a request so, if you guys don’t mind!
Also, this comes from my prompt list, so, if you want me to do one for you, send me an ask or comment in one of my last posts!
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@fortythree-or-43 I’m sorry for taking so long! Hope you like it! Thanks for the request!
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You still couldn't believe you were on a date with Heather Chandler. You'd fallen for her lie, that she'd told you to meet her in a park alone, where the other Heathers would be waiting.
But you were taken aback when you found it was just her, sitting there on the bench, enjoying a strawberry ice cream as pink as her clothes.
“Did you got carried away, (Y\NN)?”, her voice snapped you out of your desperate thoughts. Your mind was still trying to process what was going on, but Chandler was looking at you with those clear and beautiful and cute and treacherous eyes and making it difficult. “(Y\N)?”
"Oh, yes?"
"What happened? You got a little thoughtful..."
Your eyes widened, running through your mind for a plausible excuse to give Heather, if an excuse was going to work. How do you explain to her that you've been in love with her since elementary school and were terrified to say it in front of people or her because Heather was always the most popular little girl in school?
“No… it's nothing,” you simply said, hoping that she would believe it and change the subject as quickly as possible, just to end your suffering. "And so Heather... I thought that... the girls would come find us, like you said..."
"Yeah, I think they forgot to come here...", her voice lacked confidence, and you were sure you heard a low chuckle rising from her throat. “But why this concern? Not enjoying my company, (Y\N)?”
“No, it's just that…”
Heather laughed, louder this time. A beautiful, musical laugh. “You don't have to worry, don't even try to say anything. I know exactly how you feel... it must be hard to have the most popular girl in Westerberg on your side and you just be someone unpopular, isn't it?”
Damn, she had quite an ego...
“But come on, (Y\NN), could we forget about it for a minute and just enjoy our date alone?”, she asked you, and you shrugged. “I've been waiting so long for the right moment to tell you this, but believe me, having so many people all over you all the time is exhausting... sometimes I just... just wish I was normal...”
You had to blink twice to find out if you weren't in a trance, if Heather had said exactly what you'd heard… and, well, she had. Your eyes widened, and you tried to think of the possibility that one day you might see Heather Chandler wishing she were a normal girl.
"You? A regular girl? Don't you think that's impossible?"
"I do, and I honestly hate it," Heather pouted. “Sometimes I wish I was normal, less popular and being able to do what I want to do.”
"But you can."
"No. you don't understand...”, the blonde's eyes suddenly looked at you. “That's exactly why I called you here, to this meeting, alone, on purpose, why I lied about the other Heathers coming… because I wanted you to tell me, at least once, how you can… be you, you know?”
You blinked again, confused. "I don't understand..."
“I wanted to know what it's like to like… someone real. Someone who was more…you,” she whispered that part so only you could understand.
"I still don't understand, do you want..."
“The truth, (Y\N), is that I'm in love with you. I have always been. And I really wanted to know how to deal with it because sometimes it feels like I'm going to explode with all this feeling, I wish that...", she touched your heart and her eyes widened. “Your heart is beating so fast… are you okay?”
Suddenly, you were seized with impulses, and you didn't hesitate for a second to kiss Heather Chandler. It took a while for you to understand and realize that she had kissed you back. Her lips were soft and small, but from what little experience you had, you could tell that Heather was more experienced at kissing someone than you were.
Your lips parted after a few seconds, and with her hand still resting on her heart, Heather smiled. It must have slowed down, although you still felt like you could let it out of your mouth and that your breathing was still a little weak.
“Wait…was that your first kiss?”, Heather laughed, making you blush with embarrassment. It had been the first kiss of her life, at least with one girl. “No, no, it's fine. I don't care, really, it was a cute kiss, (Y\NN), I imagined that from someone like you..."
My God, Heather Chandler must be crazy or on something, because you never imagined those things would come out of her mouth.
"Do you... like, do you love me, Heather?" you asked, just to clear the doubt. "Do you really? Like being in love?"
“Oh, why this question now? Haven't I told you enough already?”, she frowned, and suddenly, she climbed on the bench, standing up and looking at the whole park you were in. “You can't believe it, because then I'll prove it, if that's what you want: I LOVE YOU, (Y\N) (Y\LN)!”, she yelled, taking you by surprise. “AND I'M TIRED OF BEING THE POPULAR GIRL WHO CAN'T SHOW FEELINGS! BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU!”
God, Heather Chandler was really in love with you… how crazy could that be?
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they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?
they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.
you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.
you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.
mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.
you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.
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