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ghostlywritten · 6 years ago

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Uncertainty VII.

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Warning: Language. Mentions of abuse, nothing graphic, just mentions.

Warning: Language. Mentions of abuse, nothing graphic, just mentions.

You waited anxiously as Mrs Jensen talked to the probation officer at the info point. You were in juvenile prison along with Clay and his mother, trying to visit Justin.

After he had gotten arrested yesterday you had spent the night crying in your bed, guilt eating you up inside. You should have known. You should have known he would get into prison if he talked. You could have stopped him. You bet Bryce would have gotten arrested even if he hadn’t testified.

That was the only satisfaction you felt in the past weeks. That and the fact you had gotten back closer to Scott. Though even that went down the drain when Justin and you shared an almost-kiss, complicating everything.

Sighing, you shook your head. Now was not the time.

“Only two of you can visit and only one visitation is allowed per day,” the officer said just as you tuned back into the conversation.

“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen replied, taking the visit card.

“I have to see him,” you immediately demanded, not leaving any room to answer.

“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen repeated with a welcoming smile, “You and Clay get in and talk to him. And tell him, that we’ll try our best to get him out as soon as possible from me.”

“Alright, Mom,” Clay said and you two followed the officer. Walking down the halls, you took in the bleak atmosphere and shivered, not from the cold. And Justin had to stay here for who knows how long.

The officer stopped in front of one of the many white doors with the number 20 on it. Unlocking the door, he held it open for you. “Another officer will get Mr Foley in soon. Just wait here.”

“Thanks.”

Wringing your hands, you paced around the room after the officer closed the door, leaving you alone with Clay for now.

“Relax, Y/N,” he said, pulling the chair next to him out, “Take a seat.”

“I can’t,” you rejected, a frown marring your features. You were too restless to sit still.

“It’s going to be fine. Juvie can’t be so bad,” Clay continued, “And he won’t be in here for long. You heard my mother.”

“Juvie can’t be so bad?” You asked incredulously, crossing your arms, “You clearly haven’t been talking to Sheri-”

Right then the door across from you opened up and in came the boy you had been waiting for. Freezing, you took a millisecond to take in his features before you jumped on him, hugging him fiercely.

“Woah, calm down,” Justin chuckled feebly, though wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as well.

“I missed you,” you mumbled.

“It was only a day.”

“Still,” you insisted, feeling his smile as he nuzzled your neck, hiding his face from the world for a second. “And I was scared of what would happen here.”

“Nothing’s going to happen here,” your best friend reassured, pulling back and you reluctantly loosened your hold on him.

“That’s what I said, too,” Clay chimed in and they greeted each other with a simple nod. You almost rolled your eyes, ‘Boys’. Can’t show their feelings.

“They already cut your hair short,” you noted and ran a hand through his shock of hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch and your heart ached at how weak he looked at this moment.

“Common thing, they do it to all of them in juvie,” Clay smart-assed and you gave him a look.

“It’s really fine, Y/N,” Justin reassured, squeezing your waist and you searched his bright eyes before nodding with a sigh.

“How was the first night?” you asked, leading him towards the table to sit.

“Fine,” Justin recounted, “I got a creepy dude as a roommate. Creepy as in he doesn’t talk at all. But everything is better than Bryce, I guess.”

You all chuckled humourlessly, “That would have been something.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs Jensen said you will be out in no time,” you informed him, “She’s doing the best she can.”

“Good, tell her thanks from me,” Justin said, “I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, placing your hand on his to squeeze it in comfort. He turned his own around to intertwine your fingers and your heart skipped a beat, which confused you a little. Since when did this little move of your best friend make you feel all funny?

You inwardly shook your head again, trying to listen into the boys’ conversation. Clay talked about the blog for the case and how Justin’s and Bryce’s arrest had blown up the comment section.

“Some say you deserve it, but most want you out,” Clay summarised as Justin scrolled through the feed. You peeked over his side to take a look at the comments yourself.

“I hope you die a miserable death in juvie, you cowardly bastard,” you read, wincing. People never learn.

“I earned that, I guess,” Justin said, shoulders slouching. He dropped the phone on the table and pushed it back to Clay, leaning on his elbows as he ran a hand over his face tiredly. You rubbed his arm in comfort. “They’ll get over it. Quick to judge and quick to forget, that’s how people are.”

He smiled weakly, nodding and you wished you could more.

You were only able to spend little more time with Justin as the officer soon called you out. Thankfully, you were allowed to visit him every day, which you did.

Sometimes, Mrs Jensen would tag along, sometimes Clay, sometimes even Zach. But most of the time you went alone, making sure he was alright. He seemed alright at least but you felt like he wouldn’t tell you everything that was happening. Knowing what Sheri told you about juvie, you wondered if he was sugarcoating things to ease your worries.

“The food was actually pretty good today,” Justin recalled, “The cooking staff was in a good mood, I guess.”

You nodded, regarding him with sharp eyes. He glanced around in confusion, “What?”

“Are you telling the truth?” you asked, straight out.

“What? Of course, I am.”

“Because to me, it seems like you’re hiding stuff from me.”

“I’m not!”

You raised up an eyebrow. “Really, Y/N,” he pushed, holding his hand out over the table for you to take. You did and he ran his thumb softly over the back of your hand. “You have nothing to worry about. This is actually way better than being homeless.” You bit your lip, the thought of it was still painful.

“I still don’t get, why you didn’t come to me,” you almost whispered, not wanting to push this question on him now that he was suffering but not being able to contain yourself.

“I...you know the reason why I left now, Y/N...what I did to Jessica,” Justin explained slowly, “I couldn’t face anyone, especially not you...I guess I was too ashamed. And afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Of you hating me?” Justin said, “I mean, don’t you at all?” You stayed silent, looking down at this hand as the memory of the day before the verdict surfaced again. How he had accused you of taking him in out of pity and passively judging him for his mistakes. Justin seemed to have the same in mind, letting go of your hand to wring his own together, “Listen,” he started nervously, “about that night...I...we...I didn’t really mean, what I said- the way I said it-”

“-but you think it,” you interrupted, “You think that I took you in out of pity. It’s not true, I took you in because you’re my best friend and I care about you. And yeah...I admit I was angry at you about what happened with Jessica, but I can tell how much you regret it. You already feel guilty enough and...who am I to judge anyway?”

Justin stared at you, nodding unsurely, “Okay...and about...the other thing that happened...?”

You shifted, avoiding his probing look, “Let’s talk about that when you’re out, okay? It can wait.”

Justin bit his lip, slowly nodding again. You guys stayed silent for a few minutes and you wondered how to break the awkward tension when he spoke up again, “Are you and Scott...back together?” he asked, hesitatingly glancing up to you, his eyes almost fearful.

“No...we haven’t been able to talk or see each other...with everything going on,” you answered truthfully. Justin sighed quietly to himself in relief. “That’s good.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he coughed, “I mean...I don’t know what I mean.”

“Time is up,” the officer called out and you nodded at him. Standing up, your heart squeezed upon seeing him in the orange prison clothes with ‘juvenile’ printed on the back. You quickly hugged him as tightly as you could.

“Y/N, you’re crushing me,” Justin laughed, tickling your side so you were forced to let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, bidding him goodbye. He nodded with a smile, tugging a strand of your hair back. “Take care.”

But you didn’t see him the next day. Nor the day after or the day after the day after.

“I’m sorry, Ms L/N, Mr Foley doesn’t wish to see you right now,” the probation officer said, a sympathetic look in his gaze. Clay shifted beside you uncomfortably, already having the visit card in hand.

“But why? I don’t understand,” you demanded to know, gripping the strap of your bag in a death grip, “Why can Clay go see him but I can’t?”

“He specifically asked not to let you through.”

You gaped at him in shock. “Okay, thank you,” you said numbly, sitting down on one of the chairs. How could he? Why would he do that?

“Mr Jensen, if you’ll follow me, please?”

Clay looked down at you with a pitying frown, “I’ll be back soon.”

Your chest burned at the rejection as you waited for Clay to get out. He was allowed to go in, but you weren’t? When the hell did they get so close and you got pushed away once again? First Jessica, now him. Anger bubbled inside you at Justin’s blatant disregard towards you. You were tempted to just barge into the room, already knowing the way from coming here every day for over three weeks, but one look at the buff officers around made you think twice.

Your phone dinged and you looked down to see Scott messaging you.

Scott (2:36 PM): Hey, how are you doing?

That’s all you’d been doing lately; texting. You met up once or twice to just hang out and maybe get closer again, but your thoughts preoccupied you too much to give him the attention he deserved, so you had opted for not meeting up until you sorted yourself out. If you had known it would take this long for Justin to get out you would have had already talked to him about the night before the verdict.

You (2:37 PM): Fine, I’m waiting for Clay to get out from meeting Justin rn.

Scott (2:37 PM): Why are you not with them?

You (2:37 PM): He doesn’t want to see me, I’ve been told.

You dropped your phone in your lap and looked up at the ceiling, blinking fast to stop the tears that welled up in frustration. Scott didn’t text you back after this and you were left mulling over what you could have possibly done wrong to Justin.

Clay got out after another twenty minutes, awkwardly walking over to you. You looked up at him wordlessly, your eyes questioning.

“He said he doesn’t want to see you for a while. You should come to visit a day or two before the trial,” he informed you quietly and your features constricted in pain.

“But why? I don’t get it,” you whispered, brokenly. Clay sighed deeply, unsure of what to say.

“...Let’s just get you home for now,” Clay suggested, “It will all get sorted out eventually.” You nodded, figuring he didn’t get an explanation from your idiotic best friend either and followed him to his car.

He dropped you off at home where you immediately fell down in your bed, tired from being sad. You were close to drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang, causing you to groan out loud in annoyance.

“Not a single second where I can be left in peace,” you grumbled to yourself and opened the door, ready to yell at anyone who dared to disturb you at your sensitive moment.

The curse words got stuck in your throat though when you spotted Scott standing with his pearl white smile, in simple dark jeans and a grey, tight-fitted shirt.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted almost shyly and your anger melted away immediately.

“Scott, hi,” you asked surprised, opening the door wider, “I didn’t expect you to come. Did we plan something?”

“Eh...no,” he said sheepishly, stepping inside, “I figured you could need some company.”

You didn’t need some company, you needed his company. Smiling warmly I closed the door behind him, “It’s greatly appreciated but how did you know, I wonder?”

“When you wrote that Justin didn’t want to see you I thought you would be hurt,” he explained, settling down on the couch. Your smile faded upon remembering the previous event and you sighed heavily, “Yeah, I don’t even know what that is about again,” you said, pain filling your voice.

Scott looked at you sympathetically, motioning for you to sit down next to him, “It’s like every time he wants to hide something he runs away like he doesn’t trust me at all. I wonder what it is this time.” You relaxed under his touch as he rubbed your back in comfort, leaning into it.

“He’s going to come around,” he reassured, “You guys never managed to stay away from each other for too long.”

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. The longest you and Justin had not talked was when he had run away.

“It still gets me frustrated even though I should be used to it by now,” you mumbled.

“You know what will help?”

“A tub of ice cream and the Hobbit movies?” you asked hopefully and he grinned, nodding. You squealed in excitement, not having done that for a while. It wasn’t fun doing it alone and the only one, who would go through with all three movies, was Scott.

The day took a good turn after that horrendous start and you couldn’t be grateful enough for Scott’s presence. He always managed to make you feel great no matter what. ‘Why did I ever break up with you?’ You wondered as you admired his features whilst he was absorbed in the scene where Bilbo met Smaug in the Lonely Mountain.

“If you keep staring that intensely I might go up in flames.” Oops, he wasn’t so absorbed then. You looked forward, pretending like you hadn’t stared at him and he chuckled, leaning back.

“Thank you for staying here with me,” you said softly, smiling slightly.

He smiled back, his white teeth almost blinding you. “Always, Y/N. You know I’m only a call away.” His phone buzzed then and you glanced down at the screen to see a message from ‘Baseball Kings’. The same group that had started all the dilemma in the first place.

Biting your lips, you refrained from saying anything. You had no right to judge him, he had proven more than enough on what side he was. If he was still in that group...then it was fine. You observed him frown slightly and swish the message away without reading it before he turned back to you.

“So, do you think Justin will get released soon?” he started up a conversation and you two started contemplating together until the late evening. In the end, you both had no clue and decided to just see what would happen.

By the time you bid each other goodbye, it was already dark outside. You gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, blushing deeply as if it had been the first time. ‘Grow up, Y/N. He’s already seen you naked,’ you scolded yourself as you slowly closed the door on his beaming face, giggling to yourself.

This day had definitely turned out for the better.

You paced back and forth in the waiting room of juvenile.

It had been almost an entire month since you had seen Justin. Almost an entire month he had refused to see you and you were on the verge of losing your mind. Neither Clay nor Mrs Jensen or Mr Jensen told you why he had decided to close himself off once again. You had your theories, but none of them seemed valid enough, a reason enough to be rejected like that.

But now, one day before the trial he had finally agreed on seeing you so this was why you were where you were right now.

“Ms. L/N?” the officer called out and you raced towards him eagerly. He gave you the visit card and pointed to the hallway, “ Mr Foley is waiting for you.”

Your heart unexpectedly raced at the words and you blamed it on not having seen him for so long. Although your heart had also raced back when you saw him in school for the first time after his disappearance, it was more out of anger that time and now...you couldn’t tell.

A guard opened the door for you, revealing the same room that you had used to preoccupy on the first days of his arrest.

Thanking him quietly, you walked in only to stop dead in your tracks when you spotted your best friend standing in the middle of the room. It wasn’t his mere sight that made you halt your steps but more what had been added to his features; bruises. A lot of bruises.

More than Meth Seth had ever given him. And you knew now why he had tried to keep you away. Why he had kept himself hidden the whole time.

Tears filled your eyes and Justin sighed, “It’s fine really, Y/N.”

Ignoring his words you rushed over, crushing him into a hug. He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around you as well and the familiarity of it only made you cry a lot harder. You had missed him dearly.

“You stupid, idiotic piece of shit,” you cursed him weakly, rubbing your eyes against his shoulder to dry them.

“Sorry?” he apologised.

“Why do you always do this?” you asked in a broken voice, “Why do you always try to hide everything bad?”

“Because you will just take it too hard,” Justin replied quietly, nuzzling your hair, “You always take everything to heart.”

“When it comes to you, yes,” you huffed, “You’re my best friend after all.”

Justin stayed silent, running his hand through your hair and calming you down effectively that way.

“So this is why you refused to let me see you?” you clarified, still not letting go of him as you blankly looked at the wall behind him. You felt him nod into your shoulder and your heart ached at how much he must have suffered all this time whilst you were cursing him 24/7 for not letting you see him. “Who is doing this to you?”

“Just some idiots, nothing personal,” he said with a shrug, “They like to pick on the new ones, I’ve been told.”

You took a shaky breath before pulling away slightly to take in his features again. His left eye was surrounded by a dark shade of purple and you wondered since when he was able to open it again. There was a cut on his right cheek and a slight bruise on his jawline. You had the sudden urge to kiss each spot as if it would take away the pain like mothers fooled their kids into believing.

Looking into his sea blue-green eyes you admired the slight fire that was still in them and wondered how he had not broken down, yet. Besides the time he had run away.

“You need to stop doing this,” you whispered, feeling like you should be quiet in this serene atmosphere.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“You need to stop hiding from me,” you explained, touching the cut on his cheek slightly with your fingertips. He winced before leaning into your touch like he always did, making your heart melt and speed up at the same time. What was he doing to you?

“Okay,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours and your eyes fluttered closed, breathing him in. Was this still normal for a platonic best friendship?

“I feel like you’re just saying okay to please me but you will do it again,” you complained and he laughed.

“Maybe,” he said with an impish smile that deepened his dimple and you poked your finger in it, “Will you please stop crying now?” he requested a bit desperately and only then did you realise the tears were still flowing and he raised his hands to your cheeks to gently wipe them away.

“Can’t,” you sniffed and he sighed in mock-exasperation.

“What to do with this emotional Y/N,” he pondered, “Normally I would offer a tub of ice-cream but that’s not possible now, I’m afraid.”

“I don’t need anything but my best friend, you jerk,” you said, punching his chest slightly before your rested your head against it. Justin engulfed you back into a hug, squeezing you tightly and you let out a content sigh, feeling safe and secure even though you were in juvenile.

“Now, tell me: How bad are things for real here?” you requested, tensing in anticipation.

“Y/N...”

“The scale is 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst.”

“...9,5.” You sucked in a sharp breath as your head snapped back up. That bad?? You knew it was bad but if even Justin was admitting it to you it must have been way worse than your imagination.

You stared at him in sheer devastation as he swallowed tightly, the pain in his beautiful eyes evidence on what he had endured the past weeks. “You get used to it at some point,” he tried to brush it off casually but he knew he failed when a new set of tears came rushing down your cheeks. You felt a bit pathetic at the number of times you had been crying but you couldn’t help it given the situation.

“I don’t want you to get back in there,” you mumbled, wrapping him tightly in your arms.

“I might get out of here tomorrow after the trial,” he mused, “Bryce’s folk won’t let him lose this case and if he gets off, I should, too.”

You nodded, feeling relieved even though the prospect of that rapist being set free without any jail time repulsed you immensely. The law system was sick sometimes.

“Five more minutes,” the officer called from behind the door and you tightened your grip around Justin.

“Y/N, you need to let go,” Justin said, trying to gently pry you off but you shook your head.

“He said five more minutes,” you said, your tone muffled as you had your head nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing him in. He smelled mostly of dirt and grease but there was still a slight hint of his own smell and you were desperately trying to take it in.

“I promise we’ll see each other tomorrow,” he said and you looked up into his eyes, narrowing your own.

“You’ve broken too many promises by now. I don’t trust you,” you said and he winced slightly.

“Can’t blame you for that,” he muttered, “How about I swear it then?”

You sighed, “Better than nothing, I guess.”

“Alright. Y/N, I solemnly swear that we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“Okay, and if you break it I get to knee you in the bal-” you were cut off when he suddenly leaned and kissed you right on the lips. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to deepen his approach, placing a hand on your neck to pull you closer. For a second, you were frozen, not knowing what to do but you almost moaned when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance that you granted. You kissed him back, sighing contently and feeling a kind of freedom you had never felt before; like you had been unable to breathe and this was the first gulp of air you had gotten after a long time. Your hands glided upwards, your fingers tangling into his hair, causing a deep growl from Justin as he grasped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly close.

He reluctantly pulled away when he heard the door open, pulling you out of a daze as you both breathed raggedly into each other.

“What was that for?” you gasped, still slightly numb as you almost drowned in his smiling blue eyes that shone with newfound energy.

“Sealing the deal with a kiss.”

VIII.

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justinstolemybike · 7 years ago

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hey kids

so after contributing 13 hours of my life to the latest season, i have some opinions, so here they are, even though you didn’t ask for them. quick and dirty and probably poor syntax. (obviously spoiler alert)

highlights

- the biggest highlight of s2 for me is that they developed the background for almost every character that deserved to be humanized. i always thought that most of the characters were redeemable, but in s1 they were so one note, so we couldn’t have much doubt in hannah as narrator. s2 really gives dimensions and layers to the characters whose conscience was always there, just not loud enough, even hannah’s and even more important, they showed that some people are just... plain fucking evil.

- another pretty big highlight was how they handled hannah and the perspective of her suicide. a lot of the criticism about the show was portraying hannah baker as a hero for getting revenge on her aggressors by taking her life and shaming them as theoretical murderers, which i agree with. in s2, they tackle that discussion head on by the dialogues clay has with hannah in his mind. she said that she wasn’t looking for revenge, just to tell her story and her story isn’t the only one that matters. i don’t know if that’s what the ‘real hannah baker’ would’ve said bc this was a hannah that was created by clay but it felt believable to me and a little bit more empathetic. however, i understand if people still have the view of 13rw being ‘tragedy porn’ and gratuitous/triggering w it’s rape scenes but s2 has tried to make up for a lot of that, no matter what the motivation may be.

- i’m happy they didn’t act like jeff just went away.

- they breezed over race privilege. good on them.

- i think my favorite episode was episode 13 and my favorite scene was when everyone danced around clay and held him up at the dance. i didn’t cry at that, though, it was so touching. i did cry at clay’s eulogy. ugh, beautiful.

weak spots

ok ok ok, so there’s going to be so much more weaknesses than overall highlights, but i did thoroughly enjoy this season, much more than s1.

- the biggest weak spot for me was... how they dealt with the plots? i guess? like, everything that happened this season, i pretty much was glad about BUT i wanted it to happen for DIFFERENT CHARACTERS? for example, tbh, i never cared for skye. i didn’t like how she judged sheri and she just seemed like a stock character and s2 didn’t change that all that much and i knew that it was leading to a clay x skye relationship but... i really really really didn’t fucking want it to? i wanted sheri to be clay’s gf without the mental illness, and skye could still be that really good friend for him bc sheri x clay had that romantic backdrop already and sheri’s really sweet.

- speaking of characters, let��s talk about tony and sheri, shall we? tony was clay’s #1, last season. they had this crazy-strong relationship, although it was a bit one-sided, looking at you clay but no one could question the authenticity. but then, this season....we barely see any tony x clay.... if at all???? like, i am very glad that tony got a bf that supports all the he is and all that he wants to become, and i’m happy that he’s happy but, it was just so weird that we didn’t get a lot of clony time. it seems like they’re pretty much replacing tony for justin, which... i mean, ok (except he did try to talk about killing him last season) but tony has always had clay’s back. tony stuck by him, defended him, took care of him when he needed it? and i know they spoke about his probation being the reason he couldn’t help anymore, but... it feels fake bc we all know how padilla gets down for the ones he cares for and it seems like he cares for clay more than anyone. that’s another reason why i loved the finale bc we see glimpses of that again. also, his whole story with beating the bigot up for harassing him and ryan also felt weak. like, the way that boy was stressing, i thought he killed a guy and hannah helped him bury the body. like i understand he didn’t wanna go to juvie but... it truly didn’t feel that deep. like wasn’t a big enough payoff for this major secret that made him give his life to follow hannah’s rules and let a rapist go free. but that’s just me.

sheri. my fave. arguable, but out of all the subjects on the tapes, sheri had the closest relationship with clay. she always tried to check in on him and she really liked him. but no. he ends up with skye, which like i said, makes sense but... no. now she comes back and she still tries to help clay any way she can but... he still doesn’t trust her??? and he’ll trust zach and justin and even tyler to some degree but not her?????? and she wasn’t at the dance or the funeral????? so i’m wondering if she’ll be back for s3 and i’m just??????????? she basically took on the role of tony for this season, being wise and VERY HELPFUL yoda and truly wanting to get justice for hannah and help clay and justin but she just gets cut short, on redemption and screen time. it’s not fair, especially considering they gave it to courtney, who did nothing, honestly. i mean, it’s great she came out but let’s be real, that was about her. that would’ve had to happen whether she was put on trial or not. OH OH OH AND MARCUS GOT TO TELL HIS SIDE BUT NOT SHERI????? SQUARE THE FUCK UP SELENA GOMEZ

- while i am very glad that they spoke about mental illness, it was with the wrong character. as i have posted before, hannah had a lot of terrible shit happen to her by careless people but for her to take her life, i very much believe she had to have some type of disorder going on but yet again, the show does nothing to show that. laughably, they did a better job with showing skye’s symptoms in two episodes then hannah’s in a full 26 episodes. like what?

- still no jail for bryce. i know they wanted realism and more shit for another season probs, but dude that really sucks.

- were we really supposed to believe that clay would kill bryce?

- i could do without the alex/justin/jessica triangle. i mean, isn’t that how we got into this mess?

- the new characters, i really don’t care about. even tony’s nice bf who i don’t remember the name of. see? don’t care.

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13reasonswhylove · 6 years ago

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#13 reasons why #13rw #13reasonswhyedit #13rwedit #but sheri is a bae #sherri holland #clay x sheri #ajiona alexus

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zachdempseyownsmyheart-blog · 6 years ago

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hey guys

So I’m basically new to this whole stuff (even 13rw lmao i’ve been living under a rock) but I’ve been writing for quite a while now and decided to give it a shot and post my stuff on here. Hope you guys will enjoy spending time on here and it will bring you smiles to your faces!

You can request anything from imagines to self-ships (which I’d love doing, so I guess I should start with that one?). I write for any gender, so everyone is welcome here!

Have a great day and an even better week!

Love you

#first post #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw imagines #13rw one shot #13rw headcanon #13rw ship #13rw reader insert #zach dempsey x reader #justin foley x reader #hannah baker x reader #jessica davis x reader #alex standall x reader #courtney crimsen x reader #clay jensen x reader #skye miller x reader #sheri x reader

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spider-woman · 8 years ago

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He has everything he wants. He's made it all across Mexico to this ranch, and he's training wild horses and he has everything he's been looking for but he gives it all up for this girl. That doesn't sound sad to me. That sounds romantic. Yeah, no. It is. Uh, but she's the boss's daughter, so uh, being with her is dangerous, you know? But he does it anyway. Yeah, she comes down from the main house in the middle of the night to be with him.

#usercarly #13rwedit #13 reasons why #clay jensen #sheri holland #clay x sheri #*#my13rw #requests

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scottiereed · 7 years ago

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Grateful - Justin Foley x Reader

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Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘from that prompt list, 100 with justin?’

#100 - “I just got out the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

From this list.

Summary: You help Clay look after Justin during his detox.

Words: 600

Warnings: nothing?

A/N: I usually write for Riverdale and you can find my masterlist for that here. My requests are CLOSED.

13 Reasons Why Masterlist

You had been helping Clay look after Justin, because he had to go to school and Tony and Sheri had to be careful, not able to risk any more brushes with the law. You had lots of free periods after finishing some of your classes, so you helped out as much as you could.

You and Justin had butted heads to start with, you not quite understanding why Justin would do something so stupid as to get addicted to heroin and Justin seeing you as being privileged. Eventually, as Justin continued to detox you started to see eye to eye more, his façade crumbling as he fell apart. You started to see a broken boy, using drugs to numb his pain.

On this day, you were taking the afternoon shift looking after Justin and he was finally starting to finish his detox, his fevers starting to subside, and he was no longer throwing up, but he still had some left-over flu-like symptoms.

“You stink, Foley.” You wrinkled your nose as you took in the sight of the lump on the couch. “Like, really stink.”

Justin extracted himself from his blanket cocoon and glared at you. “Hi to you too, Y/N.”

“Seriously, you need a shower Justin.” You pull the blanket off the boy. Justin glared at you but huffed and went to shower. You changed the blankets, that were also giving off a questionable smell and turned on the radio.

You started to dance around Clay’s room, swinging your hips as you moved around the room. You tidied up some of the empty bottles and dirty plates that Justin had left over Clay’s table, continuing to dance around.

“What the hell are you doing?” You spun around to see Justin watching you, towel round his waist, water dripping from his hair down his chest and back, an amused look adorning his face.

“Dancing!” You laughed, twirling around.

“That is not dancing.” Justin laughed, watching throw some bottles into Clay’s bin.

“It so is!” You pouted and held out your hand to him. “Dance with me!”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” Justin clutched at the towel, which was tied loosely round his waist.

“Why didn’t you get changed in the bathroom?” You tilt your head taking in his wet form. Justin’s shirtless form didn’t affect you too much, you’d seen him completely naked at times when he’d passed out in the shower or thrown up down himself.

“I forgot to take any clothes.” He muttered and pulled some sweatpants and a sweatshirt out of Clay’s dresser.

“Well, I have seen you naked before, pukey.” You teased, rolling your eyes and finished tidying up, before sitting on Clay’s bed.

Justin groaned. “That’s not fair, I was at rock bottom then.” You watched him enter Clay’s closet and come out fully dressed a few minutes later.

You sniffed the air. “You smell much better now.” Justin rolled his eyes and threw his wet towel at you. “Hey!” You threw the towel at Clay’s hamper and shot Justin a dirty look.

The boy joined you on the bed quietly before tilting his head towards you. “Don’t you get fed up of looking after me?”

You looked back at Justin, furrowing your eyebrows. “We’re friends now Justin, if you need help, then you get it.” Justin rarely went out of his way to show his emotions, but they were usually written all over his face and in his expressive eyes.

Justin shot you a grateful smile and rested his head on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

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spreadp0sitivity · 7 years ago

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The last tape - Scott Reed

Request: Hi again! I was wondering if you can do a scott x reader fluffy imagine where the reader was Hannah's best friend and she's on the tapes, but not because she did something to Hannah, but because Hannah wanted her to be happy with Scott since both of them like each other. Sorry for the bad english and thank u :))

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You made your way to your locker through the hallway, not understanding why everyone was suddenly looking at you. It was uncomfortable to have everybody's eyes on you, you just wanted to get to your class as fast as possible. You picked your books and closed the locker. And then you saw him, Scott. You had had a crush on him for years. You had become friends eventually and he was there for you after Hannah's death, but you would have never dared to tell him what your feelings for him were. He smiled at you and started to walk to you. But, all of a sudden, he changed his mind. He looked at the floor running his hand through his hair as he turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Why would he do that? Was he trying to avoid you? You were standing there all confused when Justin showed up. He didn't look good, something was wrong. "Justin? Are you okay?" You asked. "Well, no." He said staring at you as if he was trying to figure something out. "Jesus you didn't see it either, did you?" He finally said. "See what?" You asked even more confused now. "The tapes. Someone posted them on the internet last night" He whispered. "Wait what?! Mine too?!" You asked trying to take in the information. "Yeah, I'm sorry" Justin said squeezing your hand. "Fucking Clay" You sighed not needing to ask who had done it.

"I guess you were wondering who this tape belongs to. Why it was different from the others" You remembered Hannah's voice saying. Your tape was indeed different. It didn't have a number on it. Instead, she had written your initials in a lighter tone of blue nail polish. "It's because you are different. You didn't do anything wrong. I know you probably think you did but that's not true. You always helped me and I'm sorry for not telling you everything before. I didn't tell you about what happened at Bryce's and I didn't tell you about what I planned on doing because I wasn't ready and I didn't want you to worry. But I do want to tell you something before I go; find the happiness you deserve. I know about your crush on Scott, of course. But I also think that he haves a crush on you as well. So, be happy with him, okay? And I want you to pursue your dreams. I want you to get into NYU. I want you to write for The New York Times. Actually, do that for the both of us. I want you to be strong and fight for what you deserve because, even if I didn't do it, I know you can. Be happy, Y/N. I love you, best friend." You started crying as you remembered what Hannah said on your tape.

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Justin asked placing his hand on your shoulder. It was lunch time and you were sitting with Clay and Justin. Having them talk about the tapes and the court reminded you of your tape.

“She didn’t want me to feel guilty but I am. How could I not notice how she felt? She was my best friend, Justin” You answered sobbing.

“Listen, you are not responsible for her death, and the best you can do for her now is to do what she told you to.” Justin said trying to comfort you.

You nodded trying to hold in the tears since everybody was staring at you and whispering things.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked you as they sat next to you. You looked up to meet Scott's eyes.

"I-I uh..." You didn't know what to say. You wanted to tell him everything and let all the tears, the guilt and the pain out but you didn’t' want to talk there, with everyone paying attention to what you said and what you did.

Scott removed your tears with his hands making your heart beat faster.

"Wanna go outside to talk?" He asked as if he had read your mind. You nodded in response and Scott took you to the parking lot, holding your hand.

"Have you heard the tapes?" You asked once you were outside. "Yes" He said. "I was on them. She told me it wasn't my fault but it is. I'm as guilty as everyone else, Scott. I should have seen how she felt. I should have helped her." You said looking at the ground trying not to start crying again.

"You didn't know about many of the things that happened to her. How could you have helped without knowing what she needed help with?" He said squeezing your hand, he hadn't let go of it yet. "But still I should've at least noticed how sad she was" You said. "People are good at hiding their feelings. Even if there are signs, we can't read them because we expect things to be good. I don't think anyone would have noticed either if they were you" Scott said placing his fingers on your chin and making you look at his eyes. "Hannah didn't blame you. Trust her and don't blame yourself." You hugged him which took him by surprise. But he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hand through your back, comforting you and making you feel calm. "Scott?" You whispered against his chest. "Yeah?" "There was something else on my tape. Something about you." You said not wanting to look him in the eye. "I know. Is it true? That you have a crush on me?" He asked. And it took you a while to gather the courage to answer that. "Yes, it's true" You finally said and even if you weren't looking at him you knew he smiled when he heard it. "Good, 'cause I have a crush on you too" He said. You suddenly pulled away from the heart and look at him with your eyes widening. "What?!" You couldn't believe he liked you. Scott laughed. "Haven't you noticed? It's pretty obvious." He said finding it funny that you didn't know. Everybody had noticed and teased him about it. "Not for me apparently" You replied. "Well, now you know" He said pulling you closer to him. "I like you" He ended before leaning in to kiss you. A deep kiss that made your heart skipped a beat.

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