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I’m Here

Originally posted by thirteenreasonswhy

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: Clay trying to cut people out of his life after Hannah’s death, but (Y/N) lets Clay to feel the presence of his best friend.

Word count:  796

Posted: 20th of April 2017

A/N: Hello there, guys! I was sick in these past few days and I decided to watch 13 Reasons Why. I fell in love with it and it’s now added to my imagines list. I hope you like it and I can’t wait to write more of it.

- G. x

“Clay!” You almost heard your voice echoing in the whole hallway as you tried to catch your best friend’s attention. You’ve been close friends with Clay ever since and you knew what was happening to him in that exact moment: he was hallucinating. “Jensen!”

“What?” His eyes grew wide and you perfectly saw his bright and scared electric blue eyes. It wasn’t the first time you were seeing him like that and you somehow get used to it.

“Clay,” You rested a hand on his left shoulder and rub it, trying to make him feel better. “what’s going on?” You asked him as you peeked behind his shoulders, seeing Tony’s Walkman and his headphones thrown carelessly in his locker.

“Nothing.” He lied through his teeth. His shoulder relaxed a little bit this time and his eyes went back to their normal shape. “Nothing’s going on.” He turned himself to get his thrown stuffs and he struggled as he tried to put them in his backpack.

“Shut up!” You blocked his way as he was about to walk away from you. “Is it Hannah?”

“Stop being nosey, (Y/N)!” He harshly pulled your arm away and he slammed his locker door as he started to walk away, annoyed for your actions.

“Jensen!” You called him once again and you hoped that he would turn around, but you perfectly knew Clay. He wouldn’t want any help from people, even though he needed it. “Clay, for fuck’s sake!”

“Go to your class!” He shortly answered, pushing you away totally. “The bell is going to ring shortly.”

“Right!” You bit your lip as you tried to prevent your tears from streaming down your face. “You think that it’s easy for me to see you like that, Jensen? It’s also hard for me to know that Hannah isn’t here anymore, not having you beside me makes it even harder. I am your best friend and it seems like you can’t even trust me.”

“(Y/N), I…” Clay tried to calm you down as he turned around to face you.

“I don’t know what’s going inside your head right now. I need explanations. I need explanations why did Hannah left, I need explanations why you are acting strange, I need explanations.” You blurted out angrily as your tears finally rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t care about the people watching you, you didn’t care if people thought that you were making a scene out of nothing at all. “There are many people around me, but it’s seems like I am alone and being alone sucks!”

“(Y/N).” He bit his lip as he pulled you in his arms for a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“Clay,” You weakly punched Clay’s chest for several times. “I need someone beside me and you need that someone too. I am just asking for you not to turn your back away from me. We are a team here, right?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Clay hugged you tighter as he tried to calm you down. He was more in himself at that moment, no thoughts were running through his head, no doubts and no questions. “I’m here for you and I’m sorry for pushing you away. Stop crying, I’m here and I’m not leaving you anymore, okay?” Clay was afraid, he was afraid to see you sad or crying. He never wanted to hurt you, it wasn’t his intention. Clay was affected for Hannah, but he knew that he must be there with you too. You were his best friend and he could count on you, no matter what happened.

“Okay.” You nodded as you wiped the tears on your cheeks away. “I’m here for you too, Clay. I never left and I never will.”

“I know that, (Y/N).” He kissed you on your forehead like what he used to do before his life got messed up, before Hannah took her life away, leaving the two of you. “C’mon then, Monet’s? My treat.”

“Alright.” You slightly pushed him away, escaping from his tight grip. “Fair enough.” You joked, defusing the situation a little bit.

“Drama queen.” He joked as he pulled you beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist, not minding the crowd around the two of you. He was less pensive and more cheerful during that moment.

“Shut up, Jensen.” You rolled your eyes and you couldn’t believe that you saw him smiling wide after many weeks now. “I would slap you silly if you don’t stop it, band aid boy!” You slightly squeezed the scarred part of his forehead and he just cried for pain, while you laughed loudly.

You were both devastated and you both needed someone beside you to move on, that’s why you got each other’s back and you forever will. Obviously, still keeping Hannah’s thoughts alive.

Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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Bullying- Hannah

Originally posted by haidenchristensen

Bullying - Hannah

Request: Hannah x Fem!reader where the reader comforts her (like with bullying or something?)

You glanced down at the list in front of you disgusted that anyone would make it. But there was one name in particular you couldn’t help but focus on, Hannah Baker. You glanced up at her from across the room to see her staring at the list in your hand with tears in her eyes. Angrily you tore it into pieces and walked to the trash can purposely hitting the jocks that had passed it to you. The rumors about her were everywhere, so of course you heard them. But you couldn’t stand it; you had spoken to her a few times and she was so nice she didn’t deserve this. Everyone said it was “flattering” but the tears in her eyes and the cold look on her face showed she thought of it as anything but, so you didn’t understand why everyone thought it was so funny to continue passing it around.

For the rest of class, you sat there quietly steaming, but it melted into pity. Looking at her you could see it was still on her mind. The minute the bell rang she sprung out of her seat and you followed while desperately trying to ignore the people still laughing about the list.

“Hannah!” You called causing her to hesitate and glance back, but when she saw it was you she stopped and waited for you to catch up, “are you okay? Actually that’s a stupid question, do you want to skip?”

She nodded and the two of you made your way out the back exit of the school.

“I don’t have an actual plan of where to go. I just thought you needed to get out,” you admitted, “we can go to my car and get out of here?”

“Yeah I’d love that. Thank you, it feels like you’re the only one actually on my side about this.” She said following you to your car.

“Of course, I don’t get why that dumb list is so funny. It’s just offensive and dehumanizing.” You ranted before opening the passenger door of your car for her and getting into the driver’s seat.

“Monet’s?” She asked, “I just don’t want to stay here.”

You nodded and pulled out of the school as fast as humanly possible making your way towards the café. You drove in silence until you noticed her quiet sniffling, in your head you mulled over what to say wishing you could find the words that would make everything okay.

“You don’t deserve all this stuff that’s going around. I just want you to know if you ever need an ally in this, I’m always around,” you said glancing at her out of the corner of your eye before attempting to make a joke, “and I’m more than willing to fight whoever I need to.”

She chuckled, “What are you going to fight the whole school?”

“If that’s what it takes.” You responded turning to her to give her a small smile.

Night Falls: Chapter 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 2,886


A/N: Shoutout to one of my awesome followers, @attractiverandomness ! It’s their birthday today, so this chapter is dedicated to them! I promised you chapter 9 for your birthday, and here it is! Enjoy love!

And Chapter 10 may take a while. I’ll be doing research into how the FBI works so I can start getting things accurate for the upcoming chapter, so I’ll need a little bit of patience.

Also, please forgive any missed typos. I’ve been crazy exhausted this week

Prologue, Chapter1, Chapter2, Chapter3, Chapter4, Chapter5, Chapter6, Chapter7, Chapter8

You didn’t sleep the rest of the night; once you had calmed down, Dean had brought you a cup of tea and dragged a kitchen chair up the steps and leaned it against the wall, his feet kicked up and resting on the empty side of the bed.

You had asked him to leave, not wanting to ruin his chance at sleep, but he refused.

“It’s my job to protect you,” he stated as he lifted his feet up on the bed and settled himself into his chair. “From anything.”

His eyes finally fluttered shut around 3am, and you knew he would be exhausted in the morning.

You just laid there, curled up on your side and staring at the wall. You were terrified of what you would see if you dare closed your eyes.

Every so often, a few unexpected tears would escape, and by the time the first of day’s rays glowed through the doily curtains, the tears finally dried, and you wondered if you had finally run out.

You had never cried so much in your life, sharply reminding you just how cushy your life had been.

You flip over onto your other side, your knees tucking into your stomach as you stare at Dean; his head lolled to the side and his mouth parted. His arms were crossed over his chest—a position you determined to be his signature pose.

You think back to the conversation you had on your trip up, how it had just been Dean and his brother growing up. He clearly didn’t have the white picket fence and apple pie life you had grown up in, and you had to wonder if that held any motive to the man that he had become. Nothing about the sleeping man in front of you screamed “FBI” except the badge that noted him as a government agent.

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anonymous asked:

3- Three favorite (fanfiction) writers.

Ooooo this is hard okay. Off the top of my head:
and @adapted-batteries
IF I’m only allowed to name three lol. They’re all really lovely, amazing people and I know plenty more that are genuinely great people so please check all these peeps out and keep your eyes open for any other writers that are out there bc they deserve tons of support for what they do!!

Kisses: Josh Washington x Reader

Request: Maybe a Josh imagine where they all hang out at the lodge (pre game so Hannah and Beth too) and it’s just really cute and Josh is always touching the reader and giving little kisses

Hope you like it! Enjoy.

Word count: 850

You knocked on the door, waiting outside in the freezing cold, you waited on someone to answer it. You were at the annual winter getaway, but arrived late. Traffic was horrible and you had been stuck for more than an hour.
After a few seconds, you could see Beth’s head popping behind the little window. When making eye contact, her eyes immediately lit up, making you chuckle. She opened the door.
“Oh my god, Y/n! It is so nice to see you!” She squealed while she pulled you into a hug. You chuckled wrapping your arms around her neck. Still embracing you, she pulled you inside the lodge, where you finally pulled apart. You kicked to door shut with your foot, and turned your attention towards Beth.
“We saw each other like yesterday, but it’s nice to be back!” She nodded her head, chuckling at your statement.
“Come in, Josh is probably waiting for you.” She said while wiggling her eyebrows. You playfully punched her shoulder, and followed her towards the living room. Josh and you have been dating for a few months now, and you couldn’t deny that you were both very clingy to each other.
“She finally arrived, Mrs. (L/n)!” Mike exclaimed, everybody turned around and cheered making you chuckle. You greeted everyone, but suddenly noticed a presence behind you. You squealed as two hands covered your eyes.
“Guess who?” You chuckled before turning around embracing Josh.
“I missed you, babe.” He said while kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“We literally saw each other yesterday, but I missed you too.” You pecked his lips several times.
“Ugh, get a room you two!” Hannah exclaimed, walking out of the kitchen carrying two beers and handing one to you. You let go of Josh and grabbed the bottle, before grabbing Josh’ hand, guiding him towards the rest of the group. You pulled him down on the couch next to you, and immediately curled up beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder, as his arms wrapped around your shoulder.
You had some small talk with the others. Mike was with Jessica now and Emily and Matt were a thing.
“What about Chris and Ash?” You asked Josh in a whisper, looking up at him. He chuckled and caressed your cheek with one of his hands.
“Chris needs to take Ash to the bone zone, it’s so obvious they like each other.” You looked at Josh before replying.
“Bone zone? Seriously? Major turn off.” He chuckled and connected his lips to yours. You cupped his cheeks with your hands as you slowly moved towards his lap. Your kiss was interrupted by Jessica squealing that you two looked cute together. You sat on his lap, and Josh sneaked his arms ariund your waist pulling you closer. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, exposing your neck. Josh took advantage of that and started nibbling and kissing your neck.
“Oh my god, Josh! Not here.” You giggled as you tried to push him away. You heard Emily scoff, before standing up.
“Matt and I are going to unpack our stuff, see ya later, losers.” She grabbed Matt’s hand pulling him towards the stairs, and disappearing into their room.
“He’s totally going to take her to the bone zone…” You started laughing, the rest joining you.
“The bone zone, really, Josh?  Where did you get that from?” Hannah asked in between breaths, holding her stomach while she was laughing. Beth was leaning against her sister, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Hey, I want to show you something.” Josh whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
“What?” You turned a bit to look Josh in his eyes. There was something about the way he looked at you, that made you didn’t ask any more questions.
“It’s a surprise…” You stood up, Josh grabbing your hand. You said goodnight to everyone, but you could hear Beth say something about Josh taking me to the bone zone, making everyone crack up again.
Josh grabbed your jacket and guided you towards the back door.
“Put this on, it’s pretty cold out.” You put on your jacket, then grabbed Josh’ hand again as he guided you outside.
You walked for a few minutes before arriving at a cute little cabin, separated from the lodge. He smiled at you and unlocked it. As soon you stepped in, you were welcomed by the warmth of the cabin. There was a fire going, and several candles lit.
“Josh, this is amazing, you set up all this, for me?” He nodded and pulled you towards the couch. He nodded at the Tv, where you’re favorite movie was set up.
“I thought maybe we could watch come movies while we cuddle?” You smiled at Josh and nodded. Putting off your shoes and jacket, you curled up against Josh, as he started the movie.
You spend the whole night cuddling and watching movies, occasionally kissing, cause Josh said you could kiss better than the people in the film.

And you couldn’t be happier at this moment.

Out of My Hands - Part 3

Summary: The reader, after being on her own throughout her entire life, begins looking for a real home and, with a little heavenly help, just might find it with the boys. Sam X Reader.

Warnings: Aside from the fact that I haven’t written in 5 years or written fanfic in over 8 years and the writing is atrocious, abandonment, self-esteem issues, weapons.

Words: 1764

Part 3

  I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and pretty sure that if that was what a decent night’s sleep felt like, then I’d never had one before.

  The sweatpants that (I assume) Sam had left me were comfortable and just my size, even though they were probably oversized on either of the boys.  I left them, along with the tank top, on and wandered into the kitchen after stopping in the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth again.

  Sam, Dean and Cas were all sitting around the table, apparently unaware of my entrance.

  “Well, she said she knew Hannah.  That’s not necessarily a good thing.” Dean was stating.

  “I don’t think she’s a thread.  And if Hannah did bring her here, can’t you just ask her why, Cas?  I mean, she doesn’t exactly seem dangerous and with all the warding we have here?  Come on, she’s not bad news.” Sam seemed defensive as he argued with the other two.

  “I’ve reached out to Hannah but she has not gotten back to me. She isn’t exactly in my fast dialing.” Cas said.

  “Buddy, it’s speed dial. Speed. Dial, Cas.” Dean said teasingly.

  Sam dropped his head into his hands. “Then what? We tell her to leave? Kick her to the curb?  Guys, I don’t think she has anywhere else to go.”

  “That’s not exactly our problem, Sammy.  Some angel drops the kid on our doorstep so now we have to keep her?” Unfortunately, Dean’s argument was the same mine would be if I were in his shoes.

  “Dean’s right.” I said, putting on the bravest face I could and walking deliberately over to the table.  All three of them startled by my sudden presence.  Sam’s eyes went wide as his gaze met mine.

  “Y/N, no.  He’s not.” he blurted out, panic in his voice.

  “He is though.  You guys don’t know me.  You don’t owe me anything.  And if Hannah isn’t willing to contact you to let you know what’s up, then you have no reason to trust me, let alone let me stay here. It’s fine.  I’ll just change and get out of your hair.”

  I turned on my heal and headed back to the room that, at least for last night, was mine.  I tried to hold back tears as I realized that there never was going to be a home for me.  No place that I belonged. Thanks Hannah I said to myself, sarcasm dripping from each syllable.

  I reached for the doorknob to the room but somebody else grabbed it first.  I looked at the hand and followed it up to the face of the man connected to it. Sam’s face.  Oh God, his face. His long hair askew, as if he’d been running his hands through it or tugging it out.  His eyes locked on mine, pleadingly, and that same crease was forming between his brows.

  “Stay.” he said simply.

  “Sam, you know I can’t.  Dean doesn’t trust me and neither of you have any reason to. It’s fine.  Really.  I’m use to bouncing from place to place.  I’ll be fine.” I said, a sad attempt at lightening the mood.  

  “Dean may not, but I do.” he said, matter-of-factly.

  “Why, Sam? You don’t even know me.”

  “I just do, alright?  Call it a gut feeling.  Just don’t leave yet.  We can get to the bottom of this.  We’ll get a hold of Hannah and it’ll be all good.  Just stay for a little while longer.”

  I sighed, putting my hands on my hips.  “Fine.  An hour. That’s it. I’ll see if I can get Hannah here.  I have no idea how but I’ll try.”

  He seemed to instantly relax, giving me a smile and moving his hand from the doorknob to my shoulder.  He gave it a squeeze before heading into his room while I rolled my eyes after him.

  I opened the door to the mine-for-another-hour room and sat on the bed. Well, I guess it’s worth a shot.

  “Hannah, angels, heavens or whatever. I need you.  Oh Lord, this is ridiculous. Hannah, please be being my uber creepy fairy god stalker again and get down here.”  

  There was a flutter of wind and Hannah was standing in front of me.

  “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaimed, standing up and grabbing onto her arms.

  Surprised, she stared at me wide eyed.  “What?!”

  “The Winchester’s, you know the guys who you said could be my new home?  Yeah.  They don’t trust me.  Mostly because you won’t confirm it.  I need you to go talk to them. Please.”

  “My apologies.  But they didn’t contact me.  I would have explained to them otherwise.”

  “What do you mean?  Cas said he’d tried to reach you.”

  “Castiel? I did not know.  I would have contacted him.”

  “Well maybe your secretary needs to take better messages.” I told her, crossing my arms.

  She looked at me the way an unamused mother looks at a misbehaving child.

  “Sorry. They’re in the library.  Well, Dean and Cas are.  Please talk to them?”

  Hannah was gone just as fast as she appeared.  That is really going to get annoying.  I walked out of the room and knocked on Sam’s door.  He opened it almost instantly.

  “Yeah?” he snapped.  “Oh, Y/N.  What’s up?”

  He looked tired.  Stressed.

  “Hey Sam.  I just wanted to let you know.  Hannah’s in the library.  Well at least I think she is.  She’s going to talk-”

  “That’s great!” he bellowed as he barrelled past me, sprinting towards the library.  He stopped and turned to look at me.  “Well?  Aren’t you coming?”

  “Me? No thanks. I think I’ll pass on story hour.  I’ve heard this one already. Thanks though.”

  I walked back into the room I’d been staying in and picked up my clothes, heading for the bathroom.  A shower was definitely in order. I turned on the water as hot as it could comfortably get.  I started thinking about what Hannah could be telling them.  Was she telling them everything?  Every sordid detail?  Including the things that nobody really wanted to know about?  She’d need to tell them about my father.  Probably a little more about my past with Jo and the Harvelle’s.  But I hoped that she could leave some of my past out of it.

  Any detail about the foster families I’d been with could be left unsaid. Like family number six.  I really had thought that they were going to stick.  That was, at least, until Mr. McMillan starting sneaking into my bedroom at night.  Telling his wife that I had nightmares.  Or family number eighteen.  With seven other foster kids, all neglected and ignored.  Existing only so that the Darvey’s could keep collecting paychecks.  

 I shook my head, as if I could shake out the memories.  I hadn’t even noticed that I’d begun crying.  I took a deep breath and turned the water off.  I grabbed the towel off of the rack to the right of the shower and began drying myself off.  Calm down.  It’s in the past.  It’s done. I hadn’t thought about those times in years but the thought of Hannah telling anyone, especially Sam about them terrified me and I didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes that would undoubtedly accompany that knowledge.

  Once I was dry, I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail and put my clothes back on.  Yesterdays clothes.  I really need to get Hannah to take me back to get my stuff.  And my car.  

  Heading back to the library, I tried to prepare for whatever I was about to walk into.  

  “So what do you think?” I asked, looking between Dean and Hannah.

  “Hannah’s story is the same as yours. Slightly more batshit, but we get the gist.”  Dean said, taking a swig of his beer.  

  Sam looked at me like I was a Christmas tree and it was December 24th. “You’re staying.”

  Letting go of a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding, I smiled.  

  “Thank you.” I whispered.

   “Yeah, no problem.  Enough of the sappy stuff.  Sammy, we’ve got a case to work on.  You can make doe eyes at each other later.” Dean said, abruptly standing up and grabbing a book from one of the shelves.  

  “May I leave now?” Hannah asked me.

  “Sure. As soon as you take me to my car so I can get my things and drive my baby back here.”

 “Castiel will take you.  There are matters I must attend to in heaven.  He assures me he can take care of anything you may need from here.”

 “Okay. But wouldn’t it be easier for you to just zap me around rather than making him drive me?”

 They all looked at me. “What?  What am I missing?”

  Castiel stood up in front of me.  “Allow me,” he said, pressing his hand to my forehead.  

  I felt that same dive in my gut and when I opened my eyes, I was standing in front of my car, Castiel by my side.

  “You know, you angels really need to start warning me when you do that!” I chastised, bending over and taking a few deep breaths.

  “My apologies.  We can drive your car back to the bunker in a little over 3 hours.  We should get going.”  Castiel said.

  “Great. Now if only I would’ve had time to actually grab my car keys before you whisked me away.”

  With that, he disappeared.  Oh come on!

  Not ten seconds later, he was in front of me again handing me the keys to my own car.  

  “Oh. Well then.  I guess we can go.  You can pop on back if you want. You don’t need to sit in a car for 3 hours.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “What, are you out of your angelic mojo or something?”

  “My mo jo is in tact.  Sam insisted I not leave you alone and that I guarantee your safety until you get back to the bunker.  Also, you don’t know where you’re going. Hannah assured us that you hadn’t seen the entrance.”

 “I guess you have a point then.  Shall we?” I motioned for Castiel to get in the car, a satisfied smile plastered on my face.  Sam had wanted me safe?  Trouble indeed.  But attractive trouble, for sure.

TITLES TO KNOW TUESDAY: Holy Trinity Fanfic EDITION (11.26 - 12.9)

Oh, hello. Hi you gorgeous, gracious amoeba. How are you doing? Oh good, me too. Yeah I do really think Taylor Swift would be so great with Karlie Kloss. Yeah, totally. Who wouldn’t go for it? Oh hi! I forgot you were here. HELLO! Welcome to another edition of TTKT, a collection of the fanfic that really hit the spot over the last two weeks. Eww, not that spot. Well. Although, this week there are some particularly NSFW recs! Anyways, welcome, enjoy, sit down, stay a while.

Are you guys still reading these? LIKE or REBLOG or send smoke signals so I know I’m not just sending it out into the ether please! Past editions located here.

Disclaimer: The main ship I read is Hartbig but I also read Swace/Mace and other fantastically festive ships on occasion. (Oh, and I <3 Grester/Swarto but I don’t read the fanfic) SHIP ALL THE SHIPS. These lists are always in random order. 

1. Game Theory: by inhumanshield  (Hartbig)

Wouldn’t it be nice if all our decision making could be concrete? You tally up a list of pluses and minuses and you no longer have a difficult decision on your hands; just a mathematical proof that’s infallible. One decision ends up with the most points, indecision often rests at zero, and well, you get to make your choices based on numbers. Simple enough right? Not exactly. This fic (on chapter 3 so far!) has Hannah with her lovely girlfriend Ellie, who is perfect on paper but Hannah keeps wondering if she shouldn’t be…happier? And then we have Grace, Grace who one night with a sick Hannah in her bed realizes that the only time she is ever turned on is when she thinks about women…and as a straight person, that’s a bit of a conundrum she needs to work through. So the pieces and parts are all in motion thus far. Hannah wants more out of her relationships and Grace is attracted to Hannah. OH and Hannah accidentally kissed her in her sleep once too. So there’s that. The dialogue is GREAT in this and every scene flows effortlessly into the next and I am so so enjoying all the things D is writing!

Great lines:
“So you kissed me” she says when she calms down  ”and you touched my boob, and I slept through it?”

Hannah is speechless, her mouth open, nodding slowly.

“Next time put a bit of effort would you? I heard about your skills.” There are tears in her eyes. Okay, maybe it is funny.

2. No Touching: by yotoobfiction (Hartbig)

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even need to put Cat’s stuff in this list because I always want people to get exposed to new folks and let’s face it, if you’re not following Cat, are you even reading fanfic? What are you doing with your life? Why are you making such terrible choices! Are you a fish? This fic was a reward for her fic blog reaching 2k and let me just say, WONDER KITTY TO 3K should be all the lot of you are thinking about right now! But nonetheless, as someone who did NOT heed the NSFW warning and read said fic, indeed at my work location, let’s just say it was distracting to say the least. What happens when you put a half-naked Grace in a room where she’s changing in front of Hannah and her giant lady-boner and her wandering eyes for Grace’s soft skin and instead of Grace being freaked out about it, she lustfully encourages it and even puts on a bit of a show. The whole thing culminates in a hotel room power-play situation that is BEYOND hot and if you don’t buckle up, you will be ejected from the vehicle folks. Cat always manages to make things just…so freaking plausible and somehow writes perfectly aligned with the dirtier versions of Hartbig that exist in my brain and for that, she deserves a lifetime supply of catnip, kitty litter, and all kinds of shiny laser pointers.

Great lines: Grace undresses for her now. And it isn’t blatant, and it isn’t overt, but Grace will catch her eye just before she starts removing clothes, and it is all Hannah can do to keep from moaning. Because one of the rules of this game they are suddenly playing seems to be ‘It happens in front of Mamrie, but Mamrie mustn’t know.’

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Colour Associations - Fic Off #2

2.354 words, following the prompt. Make sure to read S&H’s take on this one as well. Day two of the Fic Off!


Colour Associations

She likes shopping here. She can tell Hannah doesn’t really, because the younger girl keeps subtly telling anecdotes of friends who bought stuff here and then assembled it, only to witness it falling apart a couple of weeks later. Then again, Hannah knows her priorities, and Grace knows she is actually one of them. So if she says they’re going to look for a mattress here, Hannah follows. Whining, eye rolling and huffing included, but she follows – which is essentially all that matters.

“Do you want to eat the meatballs?” Hannah asks, leaning onto the cart, “Now that you are no longer a vegetarian?” She pauses, “Not that I think there’s necessarily a lot of meat in those things.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

She picks up a cutting board and checks the tag. Lämplig. She picks up another one. Drälla. She picks up both of them and after a short moment of consideration, puts the Drälla back onto the counter of the showroom kitchen and puts the Lämplig into the cart.

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'Blind Fan' PART 3


summary: I met Ashton outside a radio station, I appeared on the radio show, I got my own TV show and then I had dangerously experimental surgery

part 1          part 2

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NoFilter Prep


It’s one of those days where they know there’s a lot of work to do, but no one wants to do it.

So they don’t.

Instead the three women sit around Hannah’s lounge room. Mamrie sits comfortably on Hannah’s armchair, Hannah leans back into the couch, while Grace sits on the floor, laptop on her knees, leaning back into Hannah’s legs. Goose lies lazily at Grace’s feet, occasionally kicking her little legs as she dreams.

Each girl scrolls through endless prose of their fictional adventures, not even daring to click onto the NSFW stories, afraid of reading things that cannot be unseen.

The room is silent apart from occasional chuckling and gasping, mainly from Mamrie, having to read things about her friends doing nasty things to each other.

“Wow, guys. Some of these Are really graphic.” Mamrie snickers, reading a particularly detailed fanfiction.

“Mamrie!” Grace exclaims, “We said we’d only read the SFW stories.” Her cheeks blushing a light red.

“Yeah but, I mean, wow, Grace, you should see the moves you are pulling off. Like, I knew you were flexible but…” Mamrie trails off, turning her head 90o and squinting her eyes, trying to visualise the story.

“I’ll get in on that.” Hannah pipes up. “Let me in on some Helbig acrobatics.” She winks at Mamrie.

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Swarto. 3k. SFW. Definitely SFF. (other writing here)

a/n: I never really planned on writing Swarto, but alas it’s #TrinityWeek so why not try something new?! That means you too readers, SHIP ALL THE SHIPS! Many many thanks and praise to the loveliest hartbigguyz for her excellent beta work and to you, you know who you are, thanks for the inspiration and the push to write something new.

Hannah’s phone is buzzing incessantly. She can hear it next to her, vibrating on the pavement in a rhythm so insistent in its repetition that she knows it can only belong to an angry Swike continuing to push the call button over and over in a parade of frustration and maybe a little worry at finding Hannah’s room completely empty. She has a panel that starts in 33 minutes and she was supposed to be at an interview for What’s Trending 11 minutes ago, but instead her phone is buzzing and her mind is buzzing, and everything is scattered.

The thing is, VidCon is overwhelming.  It’s an endless string of hugs and interviews and giving advice and being “on” and even Hannah knows her limits when it comes to indulging fans. After a particularly sour media personality asked her if she felt like her show encouraged binge drinking and what exactly did she think of the fact that her average viewer was under 21 and really what did that say about the kind of example she was setting for them, her head was spinning enough to make a run for the nearest elevator to seek solace. How she ended up on the roof is beyond her capacity of thought at the moment though, as she tips her face towards the beaming summer sun and just enjoys what are surely the fleeting moments of her own personal bubble where no one is touching her or asking her what her favorite kind of alcohol is for the 4,000th time in one afternoon.

Her rooftop escape has its pluses for sure, mostly because Hannah’s first love was concrete. It seems strange, but its drowsy heat radiating warmth into her teenage frame and the bright sky open above her made the top of her school feel more like a home than her own. There’s something so consistent about the feeling of sunlight creeping inside you that it has become something Hannah craves when the world gets to be a bit too much and she needs to quiet her runaway train of thoughts before it turns into anxiety and panic.

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Imagine for Hannah

Imagine for Hannah

“Get out.” I repeated.

“Hannah, Let me expla-“

“I said, GET. OUT.”

I had just walked in on my best friend sleeping with my boyfriend, Jon. My so called bed friend, Amber, got her clothes and began to walk out of the room. I stepped in front of her and stared straight into her eyes. And then I did what I have always wanted to do. I slapped the shit out of her. She was always a bitch.

“I don’t ever want to see or talk to you EVER again” I screamed in her face, tears rushing down my face. 

She scurried away, knowing if she stayed longer, I’d beat her to a pulp. I turned to Jon. I didn’t even have to say anything for him to get his stuff and leave. I sat on my bed, balling my eyes out. I took out my phone and decided to call the one person I trusted. Shawn.

“Hey Han, what’s up?” Shawn’s voice filled my ear.

“Jon…” I was all I was able to croak out.

“Oh no, Hannah. I’ll be there in a second.” His voice oozing with worry.

  About ten minutes later, I hear the doorbell ring. I spring to my feet and rush down to the front door. I open the door, jumping into Shawn’s arms. He instantly wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey han, I missed you too” he said chuckling at how excited I was.

I giggled too, wiping the tears that seemed to keep going.

“I brought ice cream, chips, candy, and some of your favorite chick flicks.” He said showing me the grocery bags.

“You’re the best, Shawn” I said hugging him once again.

“I know” He said cockily.

I grabbed his hand and felt a spark. I ignored it and dragged him into the living room. I put one of the movies in, while Shawn got some spoons and water bottles.

He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. The sparks returned, my skin was on fire. I again ignored it and continued watching the movie. I had some how managed to forget about the events that occurred early today. I snuggled up to Shawn, enjoying the movie.

And of course, I had to pick a movie with a sex scene. I coughed uncomfortably and excused myself. I went into the kitchen and decided to get a drink of water. I took a new bottle not wanting to go back into the living room.

I opened the cap, when I felt arms around me. Shawn. I jumped a bit, almost slipping my water. Shawn chuckled at my reaction.

“Why did you leave? They were just getting to the good stuff.” He asked curiously 

I turned around coming face to face with Shawn. I never noticed how hot my best friend was. his pale white skin, perfect deep brown eyes, his kissable lips. Hannah, stop. Shawn is your best friend, besides there is no way he sees you in that way.

“I-I don’t know. I was just really thirsty.”

“We had water bottles out there already”

“Well I wanted a fresh one. Tha-that was nice and cold.” I said, only paying attention to his perfect face.

“Am I making you nervous Hannah?” He asked with a smirk upon his face.

“N-no of course not” I said awkwardly laughing, trying to play it off.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I did this” He said.

He crashed his lips into mine. Fireworks exploding in between our mouths. I was shocked at first standing completely still. What about Jon? Oh yeah He cheated on me. You know what? Fuck Jon. I began kissing Shawn back but with much more force.

His hands went to my butt, squeezing it. Shawn always loved ass. I remember going to the mall with him and him pointing out girl’s asses and me getting insanely jealous, but being his best friend and only his best friend at the time I didn’t say or do anything but laugh at how stupid he was.

I disconnected us, much to my dismay, and dragged us up to the bedroom. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him. I could feel his rock hard erection under me.

I kissed him again, while my hands began roaming his body. I ran my hands down his perfectly sculpted washboard abs, hooking my fingers in his pants. I began kissing his neck, while unbuckling his belt.

I licked down his stomach and his happy trail, pulling down his pants and underwear. Allowing his manhood to hit his stomach. I took him in my hands, beginning to pump. 

Moans began to escape his mouth. I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. His hands began entangled in my hair. He started thrusting himself in my mouth as deep as he could go. Luckily for me, I didn’t have a gag reflex, so it didn’t bother me. 

His moans became more frequent and he twitched into my mouth. He moaned my name one last time, before releasing in my mouth. I swallowed everything like a pro and crawled back up to his face. I kissed him, allowing him to taste himself.

He tugged at the hem of my shirt, telling me to take it off. I took off my shirt and instantly became insecure, covering myself up with my hands. I’ve never been this naked in front of my best friend. Of course I have bigger than average boobs, which makes it even worse.

“Hey, don’t cover yourself. You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he said taking my arms off my chest. 

I blushed when he began eyeing my chest up and down. He smirked to himself, taking them both in his hands. 

“Their perfect, just like the rest of you.” He whispered before kissing me again. he flipped us over and began taking off my pants. Right before he could do anything, I stopped him.

“You don’t have to do ‘that’. I know I did it to you, but think of it has a thank you gift.” I said giving him a small smile. 

He nodded and got a condom from his wallet.

He rolled it on and kissed me one last time before entering me. 

My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head. He felt amazing. Shawn began to go faster, only adding to the pleasure. My hands went to his back, my nails digging into him. I scraped my hands down his back, earning a loud moan from Shawn.

I remember Shawn telling me how he loves when girls leave marks on his back. He even showed me pictures and let me tell you, those girls did NOT hold back.

His thrusts became sloppier, telling me he was close. I felt myself close to the edge also. Shawn gave me one more thrust hitting my g-spot perfectly. sending me over the edge immediately. Seconds after, Shawn released himself. he rolled off of me, out of breath.

“Hannah, I love you” He said, still trying to catch his breathe. 

“I love you too, Shawn. I love you too.” I said kissing him before falling asleep.

So I decided the best way to do this would be to do a serious of moments before, during, and after the filming. I also am writing this under the assumption that they had already been dating for at least a month or more before filming these (because this is how it appeared to me). I also wrote this omnisciently, so let me know if you prefer this or POVs! I think I kind of prefer writing in a POV, but let me know! So here we go, and I hope you like it!

Rating: PG-13 (contains some heated kissing and sligggggght nudity, but that’s it!)

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Practically Strangers- Chapter 20

 Hannah gets a text from an unknown number that catches her attention. Sometimes even someone who is practically a stranger can make you feel a little less lonely, if you’re only brave enough to let them.

SFW. SFF. 3,160 words. More fics.

Please note: Hannah | Grace


 "So then, Pearl tells me that apparently Annabel was sleeping with Mark. That’s why she transferred to the Tokyo offices.“


“Yeah, and I was so surprised because Annabel always seemed like she was totally head over heels for her boyfriend, I even met him once or twice, at the office Christmas party or whatever.”

“Jesus,” Grace leans back to grab her coffee from her bed side table, cupping it in her hands as she speaks. “Your office is like a real life soap opera.”

“Tell me about it,” Hannah rolls her eyes and reaches for something off screen before returning with a handful of brown fur and a grumpy, crumpled up face. Behind the cat, Hannah beams at her. “Hey look who came to say hello!”

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