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@mmabelpines is an amazing artist who does fan art of a lot of my favorite tv shows and Broadway musicals! This is one of my favorite works she’s done, an awesome representation of the character I played in the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Leaf Coneybear (Pictures of that coming soon). Everyone, please follow her if you’d like to see all of her awesome and adorable art!  

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Note: i’ve had this idea brewing in my head and I absolutely love the Heathers Genderbend AU. I also included some things @raven-ink answered in an ask.

Warning: mentions of suicide, swearing, slight mentions of religion, angst, sad McNamara

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Dear Mr. Self-Centered Bag of Dicks Hunter “I am Popular so I can be an Asshat” Chandler

    My life has been so much better worse with you out of it. Still I didn’t mean to kill you. I miss you. I hope you rot in hell are happy in heaven.

                            Bye Bitch With Love, Vincent Sawyer

Vincent Sawyer sighed and ripped the paper from his notebook and stuffed it in his bag where all the other reject letters ended up. Nobody paid much attention to the young boy, most too busy writing their sorry excuses for letters. Mr. Fleming decided that in order to let out grief in a healthy way, the students should write letters to the newly deceased Hunter Chandler. They could write whatever they wanted in the letters, but Mr. Fleming said it would be good to write about how they were feeling and how his death changed their lives. Mr. Fleming swore that once the letters were collected in a shoe box they would be burned on a mini pier; nobody would ever read them. So most people just opted for short notes consisting of ‘Sucks that you’re dead’ or ‘Karma’s a Bitch’. The only ones who seemed to really put some thought in their letters were the remaining two Hunters, Rae Sweeney, Kate Kelly, Vincent Sawyer, and, surprisingly, Jaclyn Dean. What could she have been writing?

Nothing good, of course. Jaclyn Dean was not the kind of person who held up facades of normalcy and she certainly never changed herself to please others. So, she’d be damned if she was going to write some big, flowery letter to the red headed son of a bitch. Instead, she wrote exactly how she was feeling. That was what the hippie teacher wanted after all.

Dear Devil Incarnate,

    You know I never really believed the whole god thing but if there is one, then the old weezer must have hated you more than he hated me. He fucked you over big time and earned himself a brownie point. I didn’t know you for long, thank god, but none the less you successfully presented yourself as an ass. The worst asshole of them all. King Ass of the Assholes. No nevermind not king, that would bloat your ego too much, and we all know it’s too fuckin’ big as is. You’re more like a rat. Yeah, a stupid rat who fell for the trap and went off to hell. Too bad I’ll have to put up with you in hell. Oh well, keep the throne warm for me.

-JD

JD smirked, the letter was perfect. She leaned back in her desk and looked around, once more being hit by a wave of boredom. A loud sob caught her attention and she turned to look at who made the obnoxious noise. It was the two cheerleder bimbos, Kate and Rae. JD scoffed. Oh great, could they be anymore dramatic?

Yes, they could. Kate and Rae were clutching each other and sobbing loudly. They didn’t care that some some of her classmates were looking at them like they were crazy. The King of the school had just died, how could they not show their grief in an over dramatic and over the top way?! Kate and Rae wrote the letter together, passing the piece of paper back and forth in order to write their heart-felt and well thought out letter.

Our Dearest Hunter Chandler,

I We can’t believe you’re dead! We miss you so sosososo much and we wish we could have helped you. And we would have. We even would have missed cheer for you. Yeah totally. We just hope that you’re happy wherever you are.

Love, Kate and Rae

They drew little broken hearts on the edges of the paper and Kate hugged the letter. Rae quickly snatched the letter from her and smoothed out the wrinkles. They were proud of the short yet sweet letter and were convinced that no one else could write a better one. Well, maybe Hunter McNamara could. 

And he did. Well, he tried to. He tried to put his feelings on paper and convey all the bundled emotions churning inside of him. If only the tears would stop blurring his vision long enough to finish the letter.

Dear Hunter,

I know you didn’t really like it when we got sad and ‘soft on you’ but now I can’t really help it. And I know you would have laughed at and called Mr. Fleming’s idea stupid, but might as well do it, right? And I know I’m not as good of a writer as Vincent is but I’ll try my best. You’re one of my best friends and even though you didn’t show it very much or very well, I know that you cared about us. And we care about you. And I know it’s dumb to feel guilty but it’s hard not to, you know? You’ve always been there for me and you’ve always protected me from so many things  but I couldn’t even save you from … whatever it is that made hurt enough to …  And I know deep down it wasn’t my fault but I just can’t but think  about what ifs and look back at our texts and try to find something, anything that you might have said or done to try to reach out. Because I know you, and you wouldn’t have said anything directly but maybe I missed something, some subtle hint to show just how much you were hurting. And how could I not have noticed it? How could I not have noticed how much you were hurting? I mean, I talked to you at the party hours before. And I would have helped you, I would have … I would have moved the mountains to help you because I know how that feels. How it feels to feel worthless and small and scared and unnoticed. I never told anyone but I know how it feels. It might not have been the same kind of hurt but I would have helped you. I miss you so much and I promise to try to stay strong and I’ll remember you. I’ll try to stay strong for Hunter Duke and Vincent and you’re parents and everyone because if I couldn’t help you then at least I can help others.

Love, Hunter McNamara

He wiped away the stray tears that had fallen on his cheeks and carefully folded the letter. He knew that he was probably the only one who wrote such a long letter, but he didn’t care. He turned to look at Hunter Duke, who was sitting next to him, and smiled gently at him. Hunter Duke responded with a tight-lipped smile that was obviously forced. He didn’t dwell on it though, because Hunter Duke must be hurting just as much as he was.

He wasn’t. The loss of Hunter Chandler was a shock to everyone and the suicide was grief-worthy, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be too sad. After all, Hunter Chandler hadn’t been, in his words, “Pope Francis”. Honestly, Hunter Duke didn’t want to write a letter, but as a Hunter he was expected to write one. So, being mindful of Hunter McNamara sitting next to him, he wrote.

Dear Hunter,

Your death is a shock to us all. You will not be forgotten, especially not after the big spectacle you caused with you suicide letter. Makes sense that you went out with a bang, you always were a dramatic son of a bitch (and I mean that with love, of course). Some people hope that you are going to hell now where you belong, but I don’t. I hope you go where you deserve to be, a place far far away from here and no longer in our lives. It’s a shame really that you won’t be here anymore. Poor Hunter McNamara is torn up and so am I, of course. But I will be strong for him and take over the position as head Hunter. Don’t worry about us, the school will be in good hands.

Sincerely, H. Duke

Good riddance, Chandler. Hunter Duke smiled when Hunter McNamara did and folded his letter. Without a word, he picked up his letter and McNamara’s and took them to Mr. Fleming’s desk and put them in the small box holding the other letters. One by one, everyone else did the same and when all the letters had been collected, they were thrown in the trash bin Mr. Fleming had dragged in the room. Then, Mr. Fleming lit a lighter and threw it in the bin. The letters caught on fire and started to burn. The students watched as their words, some well thought out and others absent mindedly scribbled on crumpled pieces of paper, faded and and turned to ash, just like the paper they were written on did. They watched with expressions varying from sadness and boredom as the paper turned to ash until their words had been reduced to unidentifiable sot. And yet, their words were still burned into their memory and those words paired with memories of Hunter Chandler clung onto them just like the smoke that clung to their clothes. And the memory of Hunter Chandler, like the smoke that stained their clothing, wouldn’t be washed away that easily.

A/N: Finally got that done with! I am honestly really proud of this and I hope you all will take this as an apology for my unexpected hiatus caused by school, finals, and work. But now I am done with the break and I am back and ready to write. Up next is a song fic request from Hunters AU Freeze Your Brain. As always requests are open and please sned me some feed back and tell me if you want to be tagged on something or just send me a dm to talk which I am always up to do. 

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Whoaaaa this is awesome! I never would’ve thought of this sinario and it WORKS! I just love my poor yellow bean and ffs JD chill. Thank you!

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This is the most amazing thing ever. The more I see of Hunter McNamara, the more I want to cry and give him a hug, because he’s like my twin. Such good writing as well. Wow, high school is a fragile environment, and you can start feeling terrible very quickly. Just think about how awesome this is... 

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Heathers! Genderbend AU Request

I’m actually not sure if this one has been thrown out yet, but I was wondering @raven-ink, if you could recreate the Heathers: the Musical album cover with the Hunters. I’m really curious about what you could do with that!