help find hannah

Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


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A thank you letter to Westboro Baptist Church

Dear members of Westboro Baptist Church,

I am writing this letter to thank you.

About a year and a half ago, facilitated by the presence of your hatefulness and bigotry at the Prop 8/DOMA hearing at the US Supreme Court, I met the woman I was to fall in love with. I arrived in the throngs of people supporting human rights and progressive change and instantly spotted members of your chuch: notably, one woman holding a "fags are beasts” sign. (If I may point out, your showing that day was rather pitiful. I expected more WBC members spewing lame attempts at hate at such a momentous moment for equal rights in America.)

But back to the day’s events. Though I was first focused on your overly flashy, not very well-designed “fags are beasts” sign, my eyes quickly turned to the snarky “…in bed” sign next to it, held proudly by a girl donning a Spiderman hat, flannel shirt and leather jacket.

Honest to god, I forgot about you guys. This girl was awesome, had the sassiest, smirkiest grin on her face, and my only thought was, “goddamn, I need to hug her.”

So I did. Long story short, dear WBC, we fell head over heels in love and spent a year together. Can’t say I ever would have spotted her in the crowd without you.

Cheers to love and your role in helping me find it,

Hannah Stambaugh"

love conquers hate. to be mailed in the morning.

Until Then: Josh Washington x Reader

@katjacson said: When you’re not busy, can you plz do a fic with josh about him going with a movie premiere w/ his dad and he meet the actress from the movie he was working on, few years later they’re close friends and she’s actually there on the night Hannah and Beth disappeared?? Except this time Josh actually wakes up and helps herself and Beth find Hannah.

I’m never busy, I’m just lazy. lol Thanks for asking

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Hey guys, I need your help...

Hello Everyone.

So, I’m coming to you guys because I know you’ve gotten shit done before and I’m asking for tumblr’s help.

When I was little (probably about 7 or 8), I met this girl named Abby. She was my best friend for years and because of my mother’s drug problem and her mother’s beliefs, we constantly had our friendship torn apart, only to be reunited a few years later. 

Abby was home schooled and I went to public school and she didn’t know how kids acted in public school. We we’re together as a couple at this point, we were about 15/16. So one day when I called her and my friend was over, she got upset at my friend saying she “owned me” as a joke. Her mother told her that I was cheating on her and should not be talked to. She sent me a message on DeviantArt (the only way we could really talk) and told me it was over and she didn’t want to talk to me, but I’ll always have her heart and she loves me.

Her mother always tried to control us both as we grew up. She tried to keep me from dying my hair and wearing makeup to the point where she would take me into the bathroom and take it off without my consent. She constantly told Abby she couldn’t cut her hair short, she couldn’t wear boys clothes and she couldn’t express herself the way she wanted.

The last time I saw Abby was at my mother’s funeral. 

A few days ago I was talking to my older sister and saying how I wanted to talk to her again. I went on Facebook and looked up her name with no results. I looked up her brother’s name with little faith and I ended up finding him.

This is where I need your help. Bart (Abby’s older brother) told me that his parents have cut off contact with both children and Abby is now James. James lives in Washington and goes to an unknown college to study Japanese. 

Please, Tumblr, I’m trying to find James. He’s my best friend and I miss him dearly. The last I know of, James’s last name is Robello. I cannot find him anywhere and I just want to make sure he’s okay. I haven’t heard anything from him in about five years and it would mean the world to me to hear from him again.

James, if you’re reading this, please, I miss you so much. I hope you’re doing well and I’m so proud of you for starting to transition and being who you are. I think about you all the time and I just want to talk to you again. Even if it’s just contacting me to say you don’t want me in your life, anything, I’m begging. James, I love you so much and I miss you. Please, come talk to me. 

If anyone hears anything or can help in anyway, please message me here or on my Facebook (Hannie Stephens). Anything will help, I’m begging. 

Thank you for your time.

Hannie.

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Anon Prompt: Hannah getting jelly of a possible Swace, but Grace assures her its nothing and in the end its Hartbig [of course there should be a fight with tears and shouts and then sex at the end I guess?] Hey, Anon, you got it. (Let me know if you guys want a second chapter)

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Hannah’s gaze burns on the scene. Is it really necessary for Grace to try on every new cocktail dress for Swike? The brunette’s upcoming shoot has nothing to do with Sarah or Hannah, but apparently Grace ‘values her opinion. Apparently she’s ‘sharp and stylish.’ Hannah rolls her eyes as Grace assures ‘just a few more.’ 

“As many as you want to show me, doll,” Sarah smiles. What the fuck is this, honestly. Hannah has to admit that she wishes she’d actually put a label on the occasional hookups between herself and Grace. Hannah is not at all fond of the fact that she hasn’t even slept with Grace Helbig and yet wants her entirely to herself. So stupid and impractical and — jesus fuck who does Grace think she is in that black number? Beyoncé? The tights make it all the worse. As much as Hannah wants to rip it all off, she’d rather see Sarah rip her eyes from Grace because apparently they’re glued there. It doesn’t help that Sarah’s into dudes and chicks. Plus, Hannah has such a wealth of anecdotal proof that Grace is the same way. So really, what are the two gorgeous girls getting at here? 

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Hannah Batty went missing 4 days ago.

She was last seen at Ontario Place during Warped Tour at her friends at around 8:00pm, July 4th.

She is 5 foot 5, about 115lbs, and she has brown eyes and long blue hair. She has stretched ears.

She was last seen wearing a black tank top, blue denim cut-off shorts, and black Vans sneakers.

Anyone with information about Hannah please contact police at 416-808-2200 or Crime Stoppers anonymously online at 222tips.com or by calling 416-222-8477. Tippers can also text TOR and a message to 274637 or leave a tip on Facebook: facebook.com/torontopolice.

Please reblog and help!

youtube

Hey, guys! I finished my animation for Hannah, Grace, and Mamrie. And, I made a whole new channel for my animations and junk. Starting at 0 subscribers, oh geez. In the future, I’ll fix the size and quality of the videos.

Credit to the song maker and the lovely user who helped me find it!

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HEY YOU GUYS THIS IS REALLY FUCKING IMPORTANT. THIS GIRL HAS BEEN MISSING SINCE THE FOURTH OF JULY. HER NAME IS HANNAH BATTY. SIGNAL BOOST SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT HANNAH PLEASE.

UPDATE: Hannah was found today. There is little detail on where she was found or what happened to her, but she is alive and well, apparently. But still signal boost this so people know she’s fine!
From the UVa Facebook page

The Charlottesville Police Department is investigating a missing person incident involving a University of Virginia student, Hannah Elizabeth Graham.

Hannah is a white female and 18 years old. She is approximately 5'11" tall with a skinny build. She has blue eyes, light brown hair and has freckles. She was last seen wearing a black crop top with mesh cut outs. The last contact she had with friends was via text message at 1:20 a.m. on September 13, 2014.

Anyone with information regarding Hannah is asked to contact the Charlottesville Police Department at 434-970-3280 or Crimestoppers at 434-977-4000.

Spread this if you’re based in CVille, are a CVille or UVa tumblr, or have friends in the area. Let’s help find Hannah

Remember Me (Part 1)

HERE IT IS! This is the Multi-Chapter fic I have been working on for over a week now. I wanted to get most of it done before I started posting to that I could keep to a schedule. I’m going to post a chapter a week, and there is about 8 chapters.

This story is based on a prompt I have received, but I don’t want to release the prompt yet. 

2200+ words of pure fiction. Enjoy…

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