“you don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. and when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.” - Hannah Baker
— Hannah’s eyes slid closed, and she leaned into the touch with undisguised pleasure. Her face was a little too warm under Barbara’s palm, and heated further when Barbara’s thumb smoothed over the tiny brown freckles dusting her cheeks and scoop of her nose. She was beautiful in the warmest, most touchable way. If she were a book Barbara knew the lines by heart, every dog-eared page.
Hazel eyes opened again and Hannah’s hand came up to cradle the one on her cheek. Her gaze pinned Barbara in place as the other girl’s lips brushed over her palm, and all Barbara could manage was a stuttered inhale. Hannah’s other hand slid up the back of her leg, settling behind her knee with promise. Heat settled in Barbara’s chest, as if all the oxygen in her lungs ignited.
“H-hey.” Her free hand curled into a fist against her chest, as if she could catch her heart before it fluttered giddly away.
Hannah smiled, too wicked to be truly playful. “Hey.” —
I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumours. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with. And if I wanted people to treat me that way, then I had to do the same for them, right?
Diana, after knocking on the door to Akko’s room at three in the morning with a pillow in one hand and bags under her eyes: “Hannah and Barbara were having sex and they both screamed my name upon climax, can I sleep here tonight?”