Heathers & Mean Girls X Fem!Reader Oneshots (Discontinued)

The Demon Queen of Westerburg is My Soulmate [Chandler]

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Your last name

H/C: Hair color

Warnings: Swearing

Soulmate AU

You get a tattoo after you meet your soulmate and your soulmate also gets one in the same place. If you touch your tattoo, your soulmate can feel it and vice versa.

[Y/N's POV:]

"First day of senior year," I sighed as I looked up at the bold letters that spelled out 'Westerburg High School'. I walked inside to see familiar students flooding the hallway. I had to push and shove my way to the office. I finally reached the office and knocked on the door. "Ah hello, Y/N L/N. I know you couldn't make it to the meeting so here's your schedule," a voice said. "Thanks, Principal Gowan." I took my schedule out of his hands and looked at the first class. "Math, I fucking hate math," I whined. I walked my sorry ass to the classroom and sat there.

After the math lesson, I went to all my other classes. "French, hmm... Where's that again?" I checked my schedule and it said the room number. I walked to the room and opened the door. I saw four color-coded girls talking to each other. I shrugged and walked to my seat. I felt four pairs of eyes stare at me. So much for being invisible. "What do you want? I can feel your guys' eyes on me," I said, not looking up. "What are you doing here?" one of them asked.

"I asked first." "We're here because we can. Now answer our question." I looked up to see the red bitch staring at me. "Well, I came here to learn French," I said rolling my eyes. The blue girl spoke up. "She really does go to this class, Heather. The teacher canceled class because she had a hangover." I thanked the blue and grabbed my backpack and tried to go outside before the Heathers stopped me.

"Do you know who we are?" the red girl spoke again. "I don't know and don't care," I snakily replied with a smirk. She seemed to get angry, which made me smirk even more. "Are you new here?" I rolled my eyes again. "Damn, so many questions. What are you, a detective? To answer your question, no." The girl in red started to menacingly step closer to me until she was stopped by someone. "Wait, Heather. Maybe she could be of use. You know, she does have a symmetrical face," the yellow girl smiled. "And she looks pretty," the blue one added. "She could afford to lose a few pounds, though," smirked the green one. "Shut up, Heather." "Sorry, Heather."

"Wait, y'all are called 'Heather'?" I questioned. They looked at me with confused faces. "You're not new here, but you don't know who the Heathers are?" "No, is it like a cult or something made of Heathers?" All of them except for the blue girl rolled their eyes. "Here, let me introduce ourselves. I'm Veronica. The yellow one is Heather McNamara, the green one is called Heather Duke, and the bitch in red is called Heather Chandler. The 'Demon Queen of Westerburg' if you will." "Huh, confusing. I'll just call you Chandler, Duke, and McNamara. Now if you'll excuse me-" I tried pushing them away from the door to get out but I was once again stopped.

"You're not going anywhere. We're going to make you beautiful."

~Timeskip~

"There, now you're beautiful," McNamara said gleefully while clapping her hands. "Hold on, she needs lipstick," said Chandler. She looked around for her lipstick and put more on her lips. Everyone was confused, to say the least. Chandler came up to me and put her finger under my chin to pull my face higher. She bent down and put her lips on mine, careful not to miss my lips. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed. "What, you needed lipstick and I wasn't gonna let you use mine," she reasoned. "Geez, Heather. Lesbian much?" Duke replied while stumbling out of the restroom after vomiting. Chandler looked at her and angrily said, "Shut up, Heather." Duke was quick to respond. "Sorry, Heather," Duke said meekly.