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Heathers Conspiracy Theory

Theory: Heather Chandler actually hated Heather Duke because Heather Duke always wanted to be the lead Heather.

EXAMPLE 1: If you hadn’t noticed (honestly I don’t think anyone missed this) Heather Chandler tells Heather Duke to shut up a lot. I’d say it’s because Heather Duke has tried multiple times to steal Heather Chandler’s spotlight. For example, in the 2nd song, ‘Candy Store’, right after Martha Dunnstock tells Veronica that she got invited to Ram’s homecoming party, Heather Chandler is about to throw her high note but Heather Duke goes right in next to her, and steals her chance to sing the high note. But then Heather Chandler is like “bitch no” so she pushes Heather Duke out of the way and takes back her moment in the spotlight. 

EXAMPLE 2: When Heather Chandler died, the only Heather that seemed shocked and upset was Heather McNamara (watch a bootleg of the 2nd act. Her lines leading into Lifeboat are all about Heather, Kurt and Ram’s deaths.) While the 2 Heathers (Duke and McNamara) were emptying out Heather Chandler’s locker, Veronica comes over to them to confront them about what happened the night before while (dead) Heather Chandler follows her around. Heather Chandler kept on telling Veronica to tell Heather Duke to stop touching her stuff. This could be because Heather knew that Heather Duke would be too stuck up to be the new lead Heather. It could’ve also been because Heather Chandler knew that Heather Duke would go straight for her red scrunchie which was basically her crown during her reign as the lead Heather. After Veronica ignores Heather Chandler’s demands, she starts yelling at her. Veronica then yells, “shut up, Heather” and Heather Duke, thinking it was directed towards her (because Heather Chandler would always tell her to shut up) told Veronica that she didn’t have to shut up anymore because she had Heather Chandler’s red scrunchie and was ready to replace her.

imagine a heathers au where everybody cared

heather mcnamara cried when she heard of her friend’s death

heather duke didn’t like heather chandler all that much, but she felt absolutely horrible for praying for her death and even a little responsible for what happened

the entire school walks with an awkward air, unsure of where to go from here

people run to catch up with their friends and talk about class, but their smiles are strained and they much different thoughts than the most recent math quiz

heather chandler was loud, proud, an alpha-bitch, and not many people cared for her personality, but they couldn’t help but mourn the girl they’d all known since childhood, who was once a scrawny toddler that tried to show off by climbing up the slide and going down the ladder, just like the rest of them

even kurt and ram can’t help but tear up a little bit, their emotions getting the better of them both

and that fear spreads into terror and a silence across the school

heather chandler, the most popular, most powerful, most beautiful girl in school had committed suicide

she had everything and she still did it

if the strongest person everybody knew was too weak to survive the social tyranny of high school, what would happen to the rest of them?

who would fall next?

and when?

after kurt and ram die, the school is in a silent panic

they were just as powerful and popular as heather chandler, and they’re gone, too

absolutely nobody knows what to do except for wait in silent horror and tears

the people who have themselves a little more together stop by heather, kurt, and ram’s lockers, hesitantly leaving a candle or a flower or a small note, hoping it’ll help them to find some kind of peace

some kids try to play it off like no big deal, but it still scares them a little bit

the kids that are fresh out of middle school and still adjusting to high school life are contemplating life, its meaning, and the idea of suicide

they’re scared for heather chandler

they’re scared for kurt kelly

they’re scared for ram sweeney

they’re scared for themselves

martha dunnstock’s failed suicide is a warning message

even the unpopular kids are truly doomed

when jason dean kills himself in front of the building, they know they’re done for

the school is cursed and their student body has fallen victim to that curse

the school year ends

one less girl and one less boy move onto their senior year

two less boys are wearing their caps and gowns

as the next year starts up again, everyone recovers, and everyone moves on, but they can’t help but pass by those ‘in loving memory’ photos in the hallway and shiver

a full year since the suicides, someone in black stands at four neatly arranged gravestone, one much fancier than the other three and adorned in wilted roses

the figure in a black dress places a single rose on each gravestone

she still cares

she can’t forget

veronica can’t undo what she’s done, and standing there, she knows that she’ll have to deal with this heavy chest pain and sorrow until the day where she becomes the fifth gravestone in that line

veronica recovers

veronica moves on

but she doesn’t forget

she never forgets

none of them do


i have been procrastinating this but

part 7! finally! *throws confetti*

i’m kind of condensing/changing the timeline a little. also, the end of this is (as per the usual) rushed, and i keep doing that. one of these days i will figure out how to end a story properly.

anyway i hope you enjoy this! i’ll keep writing the little one shots in between, they seem to be pretty well received. i love you all so much!!

(there is a bit of bad language jsyk!)


part one here / part two here / part three here / part four here / part five here / part six here

Originally posted by ghostheathers


If she was being honest with herself, Veronica should have known it wouldn’t be as easy as she’d hoped.

She woke up with her head pillowed on JD’s shoulder as his fingers trailed lazily up and down her arm. She smiled and pressed closer to him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, kissing her temple. She hummed and tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

“Morning, gorgeous,” she said, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as JD chuckled. She sat up and stretched, then looked at the clock.

It was 6:29, so Veronica reached over and turned off her 6:30 alarm. She scooped her robe up off the floor of her room and slid her arms into it.

“Do you need anything?” she asked him, and he shook his head, putting his hands behind his head, stretching as he smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes fondly and leaned over to kiss him, then began her morning routine.


Veronica and JD walked into Westerburg hand in hand, and immediately, someone Veronica vaguely remembered being introduced to at the party (was her name Courtney? Veronica thought so) started giggling behind her hand to her friend.

Veronica blinked at her and turned to look at JD.

“Am I seeing things?” she whispered. He looked at Courtney and his brow furrowed.

He let go of Veronica’s hand and marched over to the other girl. Veronica watched as she stuck her nose in the air like a wannabe Heather and spat something at JD.

Veronica made her way over, taking JD’s hand again and frowning at Courtney.

“What’s going on over here?” she asked.

“Ah, Veronica,” Courtney said, sickly-sweet. “Did you have fun at the party?”

“What?” Veronica demanded. “I don’t understand.”

“Well, Kurt and Ram have been telling the whole school about your little threesome.”

“Threesome?” JD asked, and Veronica shook her head.

“Um, there was no threesome. There wasn’t even anything like a threesome,” she said.

Courtney smirked.

“I don’t know, they were really…detailed,” she sneered.

“Oh, please,” Veronica spat. “We all know that if sucking dicks made you a Heather you’d be queen bee by now. Where do you think they got the detail, you lameass wannabe?”

Courtney’s face flushed angrily, but Veronica had already sneered at her and walked away, pulling JD along with her.

As soon as they were away from her, Veronica deflated.

“Crap,” she breathed. “When Martha hears these rumors she’s gonna try and fight back, and that’ll paint a target on her back.”

JD’s face turned stormy.

“That’s it. Where does Heather Chandler hang out in the mornings?”


Heather was at her locker when JD stormed up to her with Veronica in tow.

“What the fuck,” JD exploded, and Heather turned, raising her eyebrows.

“Good morning to you too,” she drawled, and JD scowled.

“How dare you,” he hissed. “We had a deal.”

Heather Chandler smirked.

“I held up my end of the deal, Jesse James,” she sneered, polishing her blood-red nails on her shirt. “I didn’t say a thing about the party, and I definitely left Martha and Veronica alone. So did all the Heathers. What Kurt and Ram do is out of my control.”

“Bullshit,” Veronica snapped, fire in her eyes- a fire that was quickly extinguished by a glare from Heather Chandler. Veronica instinctively took a step to the side so she was half-hidden by JD’s sweeping black coat.

“You know damn well you control those assholes,” JD spat at Heather, who fixed him with a cool, unimpressed gaze. “Don’t try and bullshit me.”

Heather merely shrugged innocently.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said, voice sugar-sweet and dripping with insincerity.

“Oh, I don’t know, how about you tell Kurt and Ram if they keep spreading rumors about my girlfriend, I’ll kick their asses?” JD snarled, and Heather’s eyes widened in mock concern.

Despite the situation, Veronica felt her heart flutter as it registered that JD had called her his girlfriend. She knew it wasn’t a shock, given their history, but hearing it put that way for the first time warmed her to the core…an effect which was quickly ruined by Heather Chandler’s voice.

“Oh, no, the psycho trench coat kid trying to kick the football kids’ asses?” she gasped, pressing one hand delicately to her heart. “They know your techniques now, you pretentious fuck, so any ass-kicking will be entirely on their part, not yours.”

JD’s face went from angry to eerily calm so quickly Veronica felt her heart skip a beat, and a chill ran up her spine. She quickly took his hand, more to reassure herself than him when she felt his hand squeeze hers.

“I’m sure that footage of you vomiting will be immensely entertaining to the student body,” JD told Heather, voice low and almost threatening. “In fact, isn’t it odd that I haven’t heard a single person mention it? It’s almost like they don’t know…but they will soon.”

Heather rolled her eyes, but Veronica’s own eyes latched onto the way she was toying with the hem of her shirt nervously.

“Like you have the resources to pull that off,” she sneered, trying to appear collected and confident, though if the look on JD’s face was any indication, he’d seen right through her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he chuckled, taking a step back from Heather. “See you around, Chandler. Hope you aren’t too embarrassed to explain why the Demon Queen of high school made a complete fool of herself at the bowling alley.”

And with that, JD turned and strode away, and Veronica went with him.

Once they were outside the school, Veronica let out a breathy chuckle.

“What the hell was that?” she breathed, glancing up at him admiringly, and he smiled down at her softly.

“Protecting you,” he said sincerely, and Veronica’s heart skipped a beat as a grin spread across her face. “I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you as long as I’m around.”

Veronica had to keep herself from swooning-actually swooning-at that.

“God, have I ever told you I love you?” she smiled, and JD stopped walking so abruptly, Veronica almost gave herself whiplash looking at him to make sure he was okay.

“No,” he breathed, and Veronica’s heart stopped until she realized what he meant.

“Oh,” she said, and a wide grin burst across her face. She raised herself on tiptoe and took JD’s face in her hands.

“I love you, Jason Dean. I know we just met, and I know this whole situation is crazy, but I love you. I really do,” Veronica said earnestly, and JD’s eyes started to fill with tears.

Veronica released him immediately, stumbling back a few steps.

“Oh God, did I say something wrong?” she stammered. “I’m sorry, I just-”

She was cut off as JD took a step forward and swept Veronica into his arms, holding her tightly. She let out a shocked squeak, quickly relaxing once she realized what was going on and reaching her arms around his body to hold him close to her as well.

“You’re my world, Veronica,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head as she smiled.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, JD pulled back and Veronica released him, beaming up at him as he brushed a stray hair out of her face.

“What do you say we call it a day for today?” he suggested. “We could get a slushie and go to that park by your house and just relax.”

Veronica’s laughter echoed against the school building, and she grabbed JD’s hand.

“Let’s do that,” she smiled, and he grinned back at her before she pulled him towards the parking lot and his motorcycle.


wow okay big day for heathers updates:

1. i didn’t even know about brett cooper’s character until today but now i’m more interested in her than any character who is she

2. this looks like the teacher’s lounge area but all but one of those people is a student (mr dennis is in the back)

3. not so subtle set design

4. heather duke’s locker i’m certain

5. took this screenshot before they started filming the scene with chandler and trailer parker but i’m still including it because i’m still intrigued 

Hiccupy heart (Chapter 2)

Summary: It didn’t matter that Hiccup and Astrid used to be best friends, somewhere in grade school or middle school, back when life used to be fun, with him having plus one leg and one mother, before everyone hit their growth spurt. Until Hiccup finally got his soul mark; And guess who’s name was it? Astrid Hofferson. Soul mate AU.

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A/N: I’m really sorry for the long wait, but I’m finally back! You guys are amazing, and I’m lucky to have such great feed back from chapter one. Keep em coming! I wasn’t expecting this story to get so much support. So, I decided to continue with the story, the updates would most likely be weekly/bi-weekly on Friday/Saturday/Sunday. Let me know which day you prefer.

This chapter had been really challenging for me to write. I had a lot of things I wanted to explain on Astrid’s part but at the same time I didn’t want to give everything away, plus the whole soul mate elements made her character even more complex. Remember when I asked you not to judge Astrid? So please try to put yourselves in her shoes for this chapter.

Took me a while to write it, plus me having a busy schedule. So I hope the chapter’s length would make up for the long wait.

Without further ado, A long chapter ahead. I highly suggest wearing seat belts, this chapter will not be a smooth ride.

No time to proof-read, and no beta for this chapter, watch out for mistakes.

Keep reading

do u know what i need

i need more heather chandler and jason dean interactions

i need them forced to sit next to each other in class because their last names are close in the alphabet

i need heather kicking jd under their desks while the teacher isn’t looking and jd smacking her with his journal

i need heather to stop in the middle of conversations just to throw things at jd’s head while he isn’t looking

i need veronica holding back an angry jd, who’s about to dump his cherry slushie into heather’s backpack

i need heather and jd screaming at each other in public while veronica stands nearby, taking pain killers for her headache

i need heather boycotting all gas stations because she finds out jd likes hanging out there

i need constantly bruised and scraped up jd and chandler because they’re constantly getting into physical fights

also i need veronica patching them both up, that part’s very important

and shit son i need heather and jd having lockers right next to each other, and jason enjoying opening his locker all the way so it covers heather’s locker up and heather trying to push his door out of the way but he holds it in place


Henry’s fist slammed down against Heather’s locker door, slamming it right in her face, but she should feel lucky it wasn’t on her fingers ; He wouldn’t have cared.  “Where’s Richie?”  He demanded, teeth gritted together hard.  “That little fuck thinks he can pull one over on me?! Oh man — he’s gonna get it. And it’s going to hurt. Now where. Is. He?”  He stepped in so close to the girl that he’d bumped into her, piercing blue eyes staring down at her for answers.