heather locker

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

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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.

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

alternativepuppy  asked:

Duke contemplates the scrunchie sorta like a monarch pre coronation

(y e a h b o y)

It was late at night. Heather had gotten the scrunchie earlier that day, and sure she had put it on almost immediatly after she had pulled it from Heather Chandler’s locker, but now.. Now it felt almost wrong to hold.

The scrunchie was just that. A scrunchie. It was red and made of some fabric and an elastic band. It was nothing special, and yet, it held so much power.

Heather frowned, she was putting too much thought into it.

How had Heather Chandler gained so much power? Sure she was pretty and everyone loved her (most hated her, Duke included), but what gave her all of the power that she had had? Was the scrunchie magic or some shit?

Well, it didn’t matter now. The scrunchie belonged to Heather Duke now, and she refused to give it up. She had the power now, whether it came from the scrunchie or how she she acted. She would get Westerburg to bow down.

Even if she lost what few friends she had along the way.



I rolled my eyes as I approached my ebony locker seeing Heather, my fraternal twin sister, and her boyfriend Trell practically have sex in front of there. I shook my head disgusted pulling Heather by her bright blue ponytail.

“Can you and Trell not have sex in front of my locker?” I hissed letting her pontail go as she kept hissing in pain. Her eyes formed slits as she looked at me.

Heather stuck her long manicured index finger in my face. “1. Stay in your lane. We may be twins but I’m older.”

I let out an airy laugh. “Heather, nobody is scared of you. We’re the same height.”

Trell stepped in between us as if Heather and I were going to actually go at it. You would think after dating my sister for a year, he would know that we ain’t gonna do anything. Heather is the violent sister and I’m the classy one.

“Jasmine, chill. We were just kissing.” Trell explained as if I didn’t see them swapping saliva in front of my locker.

I looked up at Trell because he was tall as shit and spoke.

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Just keep away from my locker.” I pushed him to the left as I turned the dial to open my locker to retrieve my Trigonometry textbook.

Heather cleared her throat as she redid her high ponytail. “Babe, don’t mind her. She’s mad because she don’t got a man.”

I rolled my eyes once again as Trell spoke up. “Ahh. I see. I can hook you up with one of my niggas.”

I scrunched up my nose in disagreement. “No, thank you. You and your niggas are fools.”

Trell shrugged as a group of guys came and dapped him up. They were all very good looking but one of them was Trey, which was Amber’s man so I had my eyes set on one. He had on a red t-shirt, skinny jeans, and red vans. He was hot and looked hella familiar. Once they walked away, I cleared my throat.

“Trell, who’s that?” I pointed at the one I had my eyes set on.

“Oh that’s Chris.” Trell looked at me wiggling his eyebrows. “You want him, don’t you?”

“Yes she does!” Heather shouted so loudly the whole hallway could probably hear it.


She ignored me. “She’s been lusting after him since middle school!”

I smiled as he laughed joking with his friends before entering their homeroom. I bit my bottom lip hard as hell thinking about what he could do to me. Lust is correct.

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“Fuck!” I spat sharply as the yellow- orange school bus drove off from its stop.

I clenched my fists in a rage. I fucking missed the bus. All because I forgot to set my stupid ass alarm. Thank God I at least woke up in time to get dressed. How the hell am I gonna get to school? My parents have left for work.

Opening the door to my house, I considered staying home. I hated that fucking school. The teachers were whack as fuck and the students are a bunch of dipshits. Although it’s Senior Year, I fuck with nobody because I’ll be damned if they fuck with me.

Realizing I would have to show up so my parents won’t jump down my throat for skipping, I resolved to walk to school. The school was pratically 20-30 minutes by foot and I will be late, but better late than not showing up at all.

I made my way up the sidewalk and the worst thing imaginable happened to any girl who had just straightened their hair.

It began to rain. I didn’t have a umbrella and I was halfway to school so I wasn’t about to turn back. I ran the rest of the way. Making it inside the practically empty hallway, I went inside the bathroom to fix my hair. I groaned seeing a bunch of clown looking bitches taking up the long mirror that stretched from the sides of the bathroom. All the bitches disappeared and I went to the mirror seeing that my straight hair was ruined and my black OBEY hoodie was a little wet.

I proceeded to wet the rest of my hair allowing to become wavy and put it in a messy updo at the back of my head. I thought I was alone until a girl with brunette hair in a Diamond Supply t-shirt and snapback appeared from behind a stall. She stared longingly at me and I grew annoyed.

“Can I help you?” I snapped still staring at my reflection.

“You’re Karrueche.”

I looked at her with an obvious face. “And?

She sighed as if she was refraining from giving an attitude and continued.”You went to West Junior High. At the start of 7th grade, you moved away but you’re back.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “How-”

“Everyone bullied you calling you Boyrueche.” She stated calmly.

I felt my blood boil. “How the fuck do you know all that shit?”

“Because I was bullied alongside you. You were the only one nice to me. You don’t remember me, but I’m Sochitta.” She stuck out her hand. “But my nickname’s Honey.”

I shook her hand but I was honestly confused by this mystery girl. Then it hit me. She was my fellow victim to those assholes.

“Wow. You changed a lot.” I spoke looking her up and down.

“Yeah you did too. A whole lot.” Honey smiled then frowned shaking her head. “What happened to you?”

I crossed my arms. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, what happened to the sweet, innocent Karrueche who did nothing but care for people? She was always positive, putting others before herself, and always wearing a smile. What happened to her?”

I slammed my shit down lacing my upcoming words with a shit load of venom.

“Listen. That sweet, naïve bitch died a long time ago.” I replied curtly as I tried with all my strength not to smack her.

“Did she really die, Karrueche?” Honey crossed her arms as she made her way to the exit but turned around to finish:

“Or are you just hiding her?”

With that, she left and the late bell sounded throughout the quiet bathroom. I placed my bag back around my shoulder and exited the bathroom. What the fuck does she know? She doesn’t know me.

Hell, No one knows me.

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“Look, that Kae bitch needs to watch her attitude. I ain’t afraid to fight her.” I declared as I placed a french fry in my mouth and chomped on it.

I was at the food court with the crew complaining about this girl in our homeroom. The other day, she threatened to punch if I looked at her the wrong way. Is there a right way to look at a crazy bitch?

Trell shook his head. “Nigga, you can’t be fighting a female.”

“She ain’t no female. She’s a crazy bitch!” I spat annoyed at this nigga Trell.

“She may be crazy-” August took a sip of his soda then stopped. “But she’s hot as fuck. You can’t even lie.”

Chris spoke up shaking his head. “True. I don’t even fuck with petite girls but little mama is a certified 10.”

“But she’s still rude and crazy.” I emphasized the last part for these dumbasses.

“Crazy girls be hella freaky in bed tho. I would know.” Trey smirked throwing a ball in the air catching it.

Chris spoke again. “But is it just me but she looks familiar. Really familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

I shrugged my shoulders taking my soda. “I don’t remember a raging bitch in my past.”

All the guys mumbled in agreement and Chris stood up dapping us up.

“I’ll see y’all later. I gotta get back to work.”

Trey’s eyes widened as he placed his drink on the table. “Shit, me too.”

As I sipped my Mountain Dew, I saw a fine ass girl with tannish skin and long brunette hair. I could’ve sworn I seen her around school.

I nudged Trell and pointed to her. “Yo who’s that shorty over at Dunkin Donuts?”

Trell looked over and then smiled at me. “Her? Nigga, that’s Sochitta. Remember? She used to be a braceface with blonde hair. We called her Soshitta and Braceface freshman year. Her nickname is Honey now.”

I licked my lips in full lust. “Well Braceface got hella sexy. I’m about to go spit game.”

Removing myself from the round table, I wiped my mouth brushing off my shoulders and got up to the counter. She was busy wiping the counter as her hair bounced.

“Hey. I’d like to order.”

She tossed the rag to the sink and stood in front of the registar. “Would you like a number?”

“Yes. I would like yours.” I stated smoothly as I bit my plump lip at her.

“That’s not on the menu.” She snapped with annoyance dripping her tone. “Either order something or leave.”

I stepped back. “Damn shorty why you so mean?”

“1. Shorty is not my name. And 2. Because I am. Now leave me alone before I call security.”

I sucked my teeth leaving the counter and returning to the table. Trell smiled at me with his goofy ass smile.

“So you got Honey’s number?”

“Nigga no. Ain’t nobody want her bum ass anyway.” I took my seat and continued drinking my soda. I stared as she took the orders of other customers. Looking fine even if she working. I chuckled to myself. It may not happen now, but I’m gonna get that number.

And so much more.

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Finishing the rest of my hot wings and fries, I had to return to Foot Locker or my manager DeRay will get in my ass for being late. Foot Locker was a cool job because I love sneakers and I get a discount on my kicks.

I also get a lot of numbers from the ladies that shop there, so Foot Locker was my hook up place too.

Stepping on the escalator, instead of speeding down there, I decided to take my sweet time getting there. Yes, Deray will get in my ass but nigga knows he can’t fire me. I’m the best worker there.

I noticed that two steps ahead of me was Kae with red beats on her head scrolling down her phone as she clutched her yellow Forever 21 bag in her other hand. I moved getting on the same step as her. She looked up at me with wide eyes sucking her teeth.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re stepping on my fucking foot.” Kae answered through clenched teeth.

I looked down to see my fire red toros pressed on her Oreo 5’s. Damn she got the Oreos? I’ve been trying to cop those.

“So are you going to take it off?!” She snapped waking me from my daydream.

“Oh shit! I’m s-”

Before I can get my apology out, Kae stepped off the escalator in a rage walking away quickly.

“I said I’m sorry!” I shouted then shook my head and lowly muttered to myself. “Bitch.”

I walked across the white tiled floor into the shoe store. I quickly made my way to the back changing into the black and white striped shirt. As much it annoyed me, I couldn’t get that Kae girl out of my head. What’s so special about her that she gotta be stuck on a nigga’s mind?

Once I stepped out into the store, DeRay already told me what to do.

“Chris, go tend to that customer!” He pointed to a lightskin blonde girl who had blue eyes. She had on shorts and a tank top. She’s fine as hell. I’ll definitely tend to her.

“Hey beautiful. Is there anything I can help you with? I’m Chris and you are..?” I stucked out my hand.

She blushed shaking my hand. “Jasmine. I go to your school.”

My mouth formed an O. “Oh so no wonder why you look so familiar.”

“And we went to the same middle school.”

“West Junior High.” I smiled and she nodded smiling. Still, Kae was on my mind. Her innocent, sweet face but it was filled with anger for no damn reason.

I pushed her to the back of my head and continued to help Jasmine. Although baby girl was hella fine, she was not a sneaker girl and I was trying to figure out what the hell was she doing at Foot Locker, but I failed to say anything. She decided on a pair of denim Converses and I rang it up for her.

“Ok, so that’s 45.50.” I stated looking at her. “Cash or Credit?”

“Cash.” She began to look through her purse then frowned. “Not enough through.”

“Don’t sweat it.” I gave her my employee discount. “You’re at 40 now.”

She smiled handing me the money. “Thank you Chris.”

“You’re welcome, beautiful.” I smiled as I handed her the bag containing her shoes.


“I love Bad bitches that’s my fucking problem! And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem!” I sang loudly as the song blasted through the radio.

I got off work and I feel good. Mama ain’t home, met a cute girl,and I got a full stomach. Pulling into the driveway, I watched as Kae placed something inside our mailbox and spin on her heel. Getting out of the car, I stopped her from leaving.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned her.

She rolled her eyes continuing to walk away until I grabbed her little arm and she pulled away roughly.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me.” Kae spat with the coldest glare ever.

“Why were you on my property?” I stepped up to her staring her down.

“If you must know, the dumbass mailman gave us your mail. No one was home so I placed in the mailbox.”

I stared at her for a while studying her. Her face, her voice, her body language, everything. Trying to see if something rang a bell of where I could know.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” She spat sarcastically crossing her arms.

“Why the fuck are you so damn angry? I didn’t do shit to you.” I looked her up and down. “More importantly, Do we know each other? Like have we met before?”

She sighed as her eyes got glossy and shook her head closing her eyes.


“Are you ok?”

“No! Leave me alone already!” Kae roared suddenly pointing a finger in my face. Her mouth twisted into a frown as her voice broke and her arms dropped to her side.

“We’re not friends anymore so don’t pretend that you care.”