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

I'm Not Cute! [Chandler]

Y/N: Your name

H/C: Hair color

Warnings: Some lime, swearing (of course)

[Chandler's POV:]

I was sitting on the couch with my girlfriend reading a book with her when she suddenly got up. I whined because of the loss of the warmth from Y/N. "Why'd you get up?" I asked her. "I have to make dinner. I'd like to live if you don't mind," Y/N reasoned. I pouted and put my bottom lip out. "What if I don't want you to leave?" I wondered out loud. Y/N giggled and said, "You'll have to deal with it." I didn't want her to leave my side so I complained more. Unfortunately, she resisted and ignored all my complaints.

"I'll buy you tickets to a musical! Just come back here," I bargained. I tried reaching my arms out to her but instead, I fell, face first, onto the floor. I heard Y/N giggle again from the kitchen. "Shut up and help me." "Okay, okay. Sheesh." I feel Y/N's hand in mine and she pulled me up.

"What if I tell the rest of the Heathers that you hurt me?" I threatened.

The H/C haired girl rolled her eyes at my statement. "Well, it's gonna be you who's gonna have to sleep without me, and I can tell you don't want that to happen. How about this, I make your favorite, brownies." I furiously nodded. I loved brownies and I loved Y/N's brownies even more. "Okay, just stay there," Y/N said.

[Y/N's POV:]

How was I stuck with such a cute girl? I chucked to myself after the events of today. As I made the brownies, I felt a pair of hands snake onto my hips. "Chan." Heather answered, "Mmm, what hon?" "Get off of me," I whined. It didn't work and we just stayed there in that position until Heather put her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck and I shivered a bit.

I continued working on the brownies when I felt a pair of lips on my neck. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "You like that?" she asked. "Stop it right now, Chan," I commanded. She still didn't listen. Heather kept on attacking my neck with kisses until she found my sweet spot. "Heather, I swear if you don't-" I huskily said before she bit on my sweet spot. It was taking me everything to not moan in front of my girlfriend, or else we'd be having something else for dinner. "Heather Jessica Chandler, you stop it right now," I commanded before whipping my head around to look at her.

Heather fell onto the floor with a short, 'oof'. I kneeled in front of her and got worried. "Shit, I'm sorry," I apologized. "Nah, don't apologize. It's my fault. I shouldn't have done that." I kissed her on the cheek and pulled the strawberry blonde off the floor. "Here, sit on the couch. Something so pretty shouldn't be on the floor," I said while kissing my girlfriend on the cheek. "Maybe if you're good tonight, I might give you a prize," I winked at the red girl. I giggled once I saw her stumble to the couch and read the book that was forgotten.

"Why do you have to be so cute?" I asked myself. I heard Heather yell, "I'm not cute!" from the living room. "You are though!" I yelled back. Heather would always describe herself as hot and sexy, never adorable and cute. Heather looked at me, annoyed. I didn't care if she got annoyed at me, she was too cute to handle. "Love ya, cutie!" "But I'm not cute!"

A/N: Ahem, here is your daily dose of gay. ~ A potato

588 words (without A/N and warning)

Unedited