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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Never Again

Sherlock Holmes x Reader x John Watson

My first BBC Sherlock post, and of course it’s a poly. Because who wouldn’t want them both?

I crept up the stairs to the flat of my boyfriends as silently as I could; not wanting to summon their landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I liked the older woman a lot, but I wasn't in the mood for her now. Right now I needed John's tea and Sherlock's hugs if they were home.

Unlocking the door to the flat , it was quickly obvious that they were out. Their coats were gone and the flat was silent. I left my backpack, coat, and shoes in a pile under the coat rack and curled up in John's chair, pulling on the jumper discarded on the armrest.

God I was so tired.

I sleepily nuzzled the shoulder for the jumper and inhaled as much of John’s scent that I could. He smelled like maple wood, hot sand, and a dash of whiskey. It always reminded me of his silent strength somehow. That John would always be there.

I was unable to continue waxing poetic because I was asleep after a few minutes.

. . .

Sherlock followed John up the stairs home in what John liked to call a 'strop’. Lestrade had called them both away from Baker Street for a case that hadn’t even been a four! Sherlock was even stroppier than normal because their wonderful partner, Y/N, would be coming home from their visit to America today and they both had wanted to be there to welcome them back. Instead, they were probably already back and had come home to a cold, empty flat. Sherlock nearly crashed into John where he had frozen in the doorway.

"John, what are you -"

" Sh!" the doctor scolded, reaching back and swatting vaguely at the lanky detective.

Looking over John, he finally saw what had caused his lover to try and shush him. Y/N had curled up and fallen asleep in John's armchair, but if that wasn't adorable enough, they had put on the dark blue jumper John had discarded earlier that afternoon.

The two men tiptoed toward their love, John crouching down in front and Sherlock kneeling at their feet.

" Baby? Wake up sweetheart," John softly urged.

Shifting a bit and letting out a soft kitten mewl, Y/N’s eyes fluttered and lit up the moment they saw the doctor.

"John?” they asked softly.

"Hi, love," he smiled reaching out and gently brushing their cheek.

They gave the ash-blond man a sleepy smile before looking around the room until they spotted the detective.

"Sherlock?"

"Hello, darling," he murmured, reaching out and gently rubbing their calf in a rare show of affection.

They yawned cutely before asking, "How was the case?"

"It wasn't even a four," Sherlock sniffed, standing and taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack.

"Which never a good thing for Greg,” John sighed standing as well.

"Tea?" he offered as the tempemental detective aggressively flopped onto the couch.

"If you don't mind," Y/N mumbled sleepily sitting up and rubbing their eyes.

John leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his partner's forchread before going to the kitchen.

Y/N stood from the doctors chair and shuffled over to the couch, where Sherlock sat in one of his many thinking poses. At Y/N’s approach, however, he held out an arm in clear invitation and the young American happily snuggled into his side. Sherlock tugged them closer and rested his cheek on their head.

"How was Oregon?" he asked quietly.

“Wet, windy, cold. The usual," they quipped.

"You know what I meant,” the brunet scolded.

"Not any different then when I left three years ago. Hannah’s got herself a contract. Rosemary and the other's are still at home. Mom and Dad haven’t changed theyre just a bit grayer now,” Y/N shrugged. "But I'd forgotten how beautiful it is in spring over there."

Sherlock hummed noncommittally before the two lapsed into a comfortable silence.

A few minutes later, John emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He doled them out accordingly, giving the loves of his life a kiss each before going back for his own own. He came back and sat on Y/N’s unoccupied side, the three of them happy together.

"You are not allowed to leave us for that long ever again,” Sherlock announced just as Y/N was beginning to drift off again.

“I was only gone for two weeks,” they mumbled, confused.

"Exactly. Far too long," John agreed, nodding seriously.

Y/N playfully groaned as they said, "Of course, I would somehow and up with the most clingy boyfriends in all of the UK."

“You love us, " Sherlock snorted.

“Yeah," they agreed, happily snuggling into the self proclaimed sociopath’s shoulder. "I do."

#johnlock #john loves sherlock #john Watson x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock Holmes x reader x John Watson #polyamory #arkytiorwrites #sherlock bbc x reader #sherlock bbc #these three dorks are in love and it’s beautiful #I would happily date them both

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Triple Pt 2

Summary: Triple Pt 2; Hannah/Male!Reader/Scott Reed They decide to keep the kid despite their parents disagreeing

Hannah’s not sure how her parents are going to take the news that she’s pregnant, you know your parents will be supportive so you offer to tell them first before anyone else's parents.

True to what you thought they’re happy for all of you, even if they’re not entirely sure who the father is or how everything is going to actually work out. They offer their services in babysitting once the baby is born and you and Scott laugh about the high energy the kid will have if it takes after you, your parents pulling out all of your baby photos and starting in on embarrassing stories.

You’re trying not to be too embarrassed. You know your parents are just trying to bond with the three of you, but when they start to take out the home movies you’re dreading the reactions Scott and Hannah will have.

Of course they tease you non-stop on the way home, giggling and quoting the dumb things you said as a three year old, or the funny outfits your parents had put you in from when you were a baby until your first day of school.

“Apparently they wanted to avoid the ‘is it a boy or a girl question’ so they just thought, halloween costumes will work perfectly!” You laugh a little and Hannah grins but then she pales and rolls the window down to vomit.

“You okay?”

“Yeah apparently the baby decided it was too much laughing.” Scott offers a bottle of water which she sips at.

“So which parents next?”

“Not mine.”

“Scott you have to tell them, they’ll be happy to be grandparents.”

“They’ll make me and Hannah have a shotgun wedding and then try to kick you out of Hannah and I’s house. So can we just not tell them at all.”

“We’re going to have to tell them eventually, otherwise they'll get a Christmas card from all of us.”

Hannah’s parent’s keep glaring at you and Scott as if you’re going to announce you’re both gay and Hannah is the surrogate and she’s not actually going to make them grandparents in the way they had always wanted to be, despite this glaring they seem content enough to talk and engage with Hannah as she explains the workings of your relationship. They’re still wary and uncomfortable and you’re not sure if it’s because two people are dating their daughter or because she’s in a relationship with two men who are dating. You know people thinking you and Scott are gay and Hannah’s jsut along for the ride and you’re not surprised if thats what her parents thing. You and Scott are waiting in the car Hannah’s parents wanting to talk to her alone.

When she comes out she looks like she’s been crying and when she slumps in the back seat both you and Scott climb out to sit with her.

“So what did your parents say babe?”

“They politely requested we don’t come back except for holidays they invite us to, they also said they won’t give me money or take me back, if either of you dumb me or if you take the baby and run, because apparently they think that’s why you’re both with me. Not that we’re happy in a relationship. Or anything like that.”

Scott’s parents are scowling when they open the door, and as Scott and Hannah start talking their scowls seem to deepen. You’re not saying anything and you’re a little glad you don’t when Scott's mother clicks her tongue and Scott and Hannah pause to let her speak.

“Since this choice is something you made to be with both of these whores that are clearly sleeping around. Scott sweetie, just have her get an abortion and then dump both of them. It’s clear they’ve been using you for your talent and fame, they just want to drain you of all your money, they don’t actually care about you, or this pretend family they’re having you pay for.”

You swallow any insult and cough a little.

“Ma’am I appreciate your concern but we’re all adults, and if you think for one second that the three of us are unfit to raise a child, or to be in a relationship I have no problem walking out right now and never contact you or your shit attitude again.” You make a point of forcing your smile in an obvious way and you can see Hannah trying not to laugh, Scott looks nervous but you can see how pleased he looks underneath it.

“Sorry Mom, I have to agree with Y/N, and Hannah. I want my family, and if you can't accept that then I don’t want you in it.” Scott nods and the three of you stand and walk back out the door.

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buckyseddie · 2 years

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secret relationships

pairings — zach dempsey x fem!baker!reader, featuring bff!justin foley x bff!fem!baker!reader

summary — in which, she’s sick of being a secret and it’s up to zach to prove how much she truly means to him.

word count — 1.1k.

warnings — angst, fluff, mentions of hannah.

notes — i had this idea from the plot of the whole secret relationship zach had with hannah, so here we go! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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“WE HAVE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE the bell rings, [y/n]! why can’t we just do this later?” zach asks, almost as if he’s anxious someone will find them together.

“why does it matter?” she asks, giggling, not getting why he’s so nervous.

“because i don’t want to be late to class!” he sternly excuses, pulling away from her kisses.

this time, she hears the anxiety and frustration in his tone, causing her to realize what he’s really worried about.

“no, that’s not it. y—you’re embarrassed of me… aren’t you?” she asks calmly, hoping that she’s wrong.

“w—what?” he asks, taken aback.

“well, why else would you be worried about a fucking class? you’re never worried like this when we end up making out when we should be studying after school!” she whisper-yells, trying to keep her cool.

“n—no. [y/n]. i can’t believe you’d think that i’m embarrassed of you! i love you.” he states, brows furrowed together, hating to see the hurt look on his girlfriend’s face.

“no, you don’t. you know how i know that? because i know that if you did love me, you wouldn’t want us to be a secret. you’d want to show me off. and normally, i wouldn’t care about being shown off since i’m not one to like attention. but, this secret relationship makes me feel like i’m not good enough. and remember, i’ve heard the tapes. i know that you did the same thing to hannah. i know you’re scared to open up and everything, but i will not let you break me like you did to my sister.” she exclaims, not keeping quiet this time.

“i don’t think that i can do this anymore, zach. this, us, we’re over — we’re done.” she states, the tears building up in her eyes, her heart completely shattering to pieces.

zach stays silent, not being able to understand what’s happening.

but, as she reaches for the door handle, he snaps out of his paralyzed state; he grabs her wrist, stopping her from pushing the door open.

“please. don’t do this. you know i love you. and you know more than anyone that i never meant to hurt hannah! why do you think i was so hesitant on moving on from her with you? i already have the guilt of a lifetime for hurting her, i can’t have multiplied guilt for doing it to you too!” he pleads desperately, trying to convince her to stay.

“if you did love me, you wouldn’t have made us a secret in the first place and let me get attached to you.” she states slowly, before ripping her wrist out of his grip.

then, she pushes the door open and steps out, leaving him in shock and heartache.

it’s hard for her to get through the rest of the day, but she manages.

the way she ‘manages’ is by remaining quiet — which is unlike her — and repeatedly staring off numbly.

“what the hell’s going on with you?” justin asks [y/n] later in english, noticing his best friend’s heartbroken state.

“nothing. i’m just thinking about hannah.” she mumbles dejectedly.

that’s a lie.

well, not really.

although, she’s really upset about zach and their break up, hannah is one of the main reasons they broke up.

how could she stay with the boy that hurt her sister and was one of the reasons she ended her life? she didn’t understand how she ignored that before.

“i know that’s a lie. is it something to do with zach? i saw that he was upset today earlier in bio. did you confess your feelings and get rejected or something?” he asks gently, knowing that anything can set her off.

“yeah. something like that.” she states, her eyes brimming with tears.

the rest of class is, well, miserable for both [y/n] and zach.

neither of them could tell their friends the truth — something that they both really needed.

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LATER THAT DAY, DURING LUNCH, [y/n] goes to sit with clay’s little group of friends; justin, tony, alex, jessica and tyler — all who are also her friends.

halfway through lunch, zach walks in, ignoring the stares from monty and bryce as he walks straight to where [y/n] sits besides jessica.

“can we talk?” he asks, standing in front of her, making her gaze meet his desperate one.

“why? there’s nothing to talk about.” she states numbly, causing the rest of her friends to become confused at the two’s hurt moods.

zach sighs at this.

“fine. if you won’t let me talk to you, then i’ll just tell the entire school what’s really going on.” he states, turning around and walking over to an empty table.

before she can even do anything, he steps onto the table and whistles loudly.

“hi, everyone. i have an announcement to make and i think that everyone here should hear it. i, zachary shan-yung dempsey, am saying with pride and satisfaction, that [y/f/n] [y/m/n] [y/l/n] is my girlfriend and has been for a while now — for almost a year. and she helped me realize that us being together in secret wasn’t going to make us happy. so, here i am, announcing that i love her so much and that i’m not embarrassed or ashamed of her. the reason i kept our relationship a secret, was because i thought i was protecting her from being made fun of or bullied for being with me. because not everyone likes her, even though she’s a joy to be around. so, if any of you have a problem with her, keep it to yourself because she makes me happy.” zach finishes proudly, before stepping off the table, only to be met with [y/n] standing in front of him.

“why’d you do that?” she asks, head tilted to the side.

“because i love you. and you made me realize that i made you feel as ashamed as hannah did when i ended up doing that to her. and i know i can never ever take back how i treated you or hannah. but, i would in a heartbeat, if i could. i’m so sorry that i made you feel worthless and like you weren’t enough. because if you haven’t figured it out already, i’m in undoubtedly, completely, undeniably in love with you.” he says, voice breaking slightly as tears slip down his cheeks in pain.

she doesn’t say anything.

she just pulls him in for a gentle kiss, before pulling away.

“i’m sorry, too. instead of blowing up on you without letting you explain yourself, i should’ve came to you specifically about how i was feeling. i love you.” she mumbles, resting her forehead against his as his hands go around her waist.

“don’t apologize for that. you had every right. i love you and i’ll never stop, till the day i die.” he says, pulling her in for a deep, passion-filled kiss, not having a care in the world for the people who “aww,” at the adorable couple.

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gothickyle · 2 years

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“𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓”

Tasm!Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Genre: College au, strangers to friends , party au

Warning: alcohol, smoking, mention of suicide

WC: 720

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Peter was at another party, bored as hell. His not much of a drinker or smoker. He only came because of his best friend.

“Peter, if you don’t feel like being here, you can just leave. I can handle myself.” That’s what Peters friend said to him. He knows how Peter can get when he’s drunk and doesn’t want him to do something stupid.

He went upstairs to find a quiet place. It was to loud for him and he just didn’t want to feel awkward with the big crowd around him.

“Does this big ass house doesn’t have a quiet bathroom?” Every bathroom is either with people about to smash or just smells bad.

He opened the door to a bathroom at the 3rd floor, where the music is fading. It was a room with a candles lit,lights off and red fairy lights. He sat down on a small coach that’s in front of the sink. The bathtub was covered with a curtain but Peter didn’t think much of it.

“Rough night?” He heard a girl voice from behind the curtain.

She moved the curtain to the side and Peter saw her. She looked really emotionless but kind. Peter thought she was really pretty.

“Oh my god, am really sorry-” Peter got interrupted by the girl,

“No,no,it’s okay. I really want some company.” She was talking a bubble bath so he didn’t see anything and she was smoking.

“You want one?”

“Oh no, I don’t smoke.” He mentality cursed at himself. He wanted to seem cool around people sometimes.

“Ok, am glad you don’t get peer pressured, I wouldn’t want to make someone uncomfortable.” It was silent for a while until he got curious.

“So why are you taking a bath, right now? Shouldn’t you be downstairs, partying with the others?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She smirked as she exhaled the smoke. “Do you want me to be honest with you, pretty boy?”

“Yeah…only if you want too, I don’t want to pressure you.” He just got called “pretty boy” by a random girl at a party and he was flustered.

“I came here thinking I was gonna commit, Hannah Baker style.” She laughed through her comment but it was clear that she was embarrassed after saying that.

Peter didn’t know how to react to her comment. She made it sound funny but he felt bad. “What made you stop?” That was the only thing on his mind.

“I don’t know, I just felt like maybe I shouldn’t. I had a gut feeling if I did. It would’ve been a big story “𝘿𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮!” I thought maybe I shouldn’t go down like that.”

“I’m sorry.” That’s all he could say at this moment.

“You didn’t do anything, you just made my night better. Why are you alone at this party?”

“I don’t really think this is my scene, a lot of people thought I was weird in high school and I guess that got to me.” He felt like a loser sometimes,but for some dumb reason she seemed really comfortable with her.

“Weird is just some word used by people who think they’re better because they think they’re something special, guess what? They’re not.”

They spent like 40 or 50 minutes talking about random stuff until Peter realized they don’t even know each other’s name.

“I just realized that I didn’t even tell you what my name is, my name is Peter.”

“I’m Y/n. I want to leave this dumb party now, wanna hang out or something?”

“Sure, I have a surprise for you actually.” Peter decided to take her up on a rooftop and swing with his web shooters with her.

“Already! I knew I liked you.”

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They spent the whole night going building to building until they not got tried and payed back on a skyscraper.

“What’s it like being Spider-Man?”

“Stressful but I enjoy doing things like this, I guess with you now it’s nice.” They both looked up at the sky, it was a full moon and a view like this is something Peter enjoyed.

“I hope we can do this again.”

“As long as you don’t tell everyone my secret.”

“Don’t worry, it’s our little secret.”

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rossbutler1 · 7 years

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Fake Social Media Imagine {1} -Justin Foley x reader This is my first post! Hope you like it:) request or leave feedback if you want! I'll do any type of social medias (twitter, instagram, Snapchat, etc..) or text imagines:))

#13 reasons why #13rw #justin foley #zach dempsey #Jessica Davis #montgomery de la cruz #hannah baker #y/n #imagine #au #alternate universe #fake instagram #fake social media #justin foley x reader #13rw social media

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Dating Hannah Baker:

HEADCANON

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Gender Neutral Reader

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• Always flirting with her

• Sending sly winks towards her, making her blush

• Standing up for her when the guys start harassing her after the list

• "Touch her again and I'll jam my foot so far up your ass that your spines' gonna come out of ya mouth like a fuckin' pez dispenser"

• Asking her out with the good ol' checkbox cliché (she ticked yes so fast)

• Extreme romantic shit going down

• EVERYONE shipping you and thinking you’re literal GOALS

• Her being super shy and submissive in and out of the bedroom

• Teasing her ALL the time

• Always touching her in some way or form

• Arm over her shoulders with your finger interlaced with hers

• Arm around her waist

• Hand on the small of her back

•Hand in her ass pocket *wink wonk*

• Super cuddly and clingy (you love it)

• You both get jealous super easily but show it differently

• She becomes even more clingy and goes extra on the PDA

•You glare at her and the person she's talking to and mope around

• You both switching in taking charge of cuddles, playing with each others

• Super cute, sometimes cheesy texts

• Bad pickup lines

• "You know, if I were you, I'd have sex with me."

• "Y/N, babe, we're already kinda in the middle of something." *wildly motions towards their naked bodies on her bed*

• Overall, just loving on each other 24/7 and trusting each other to the ends of the earth

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This is my first headcanon and honestly, I feel like it ain’t that bad lmao

I hope you like it!

Don’t to forget to like to help me reach out to people and gain an audience, especially if you actually liked it :D

#hannah baker #hannah baker x #hannah baker x reader #gender neutral reader #hannah baker fic #hannah baker headcanon #headcanon #dating hannah baker #13rw #13rw fic #13rw fanfiction #13 reasons why #fluff #13 reasons why x reader #x gender neutral reader

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years

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Polygraph Eyes - Scott Reed x Reader

Inspired by YUNGBLUD’s song Polygraph Eyes, obviously

Liberty was not shy of its flaws, no matter how hard some students tried to conceal them. The school practically watched a girl kill herself, nothing was done about it, only posters were put up telling those who saw it not to follow in Hannah Baker’s footsteps.

The people tore others down, whether that be intentionally or ignorantly. You had been one of those murderers on the tapes, and it made you realise your behaviour, and correct it as soon as you reached the one where Hannah criticised and blamed you.

You had been leaving your parent’s house when Clay blocked your path. He cursed you out, making you feel worse than you already did. That night you went to a party, only to find yourself alone under blue sheets with a lack of clothes. It was Courtney’s house, and she said she didn’t remember who you had slept with.

Ever since that night, Scott Reed had been watching your every move like a hawk. Clay had asked you about the attention you had been receiving seeing as you were on decent terms and in the same boat with the court events. You didn’t know, and that is what you told him.

“Did we sleep together that night?” You asked him at the end of class, wondering if he was the guy who had left you before the morning had came.

If it had been him, you wouldn’t have been mad. He was on the nicer spectrum of the jocks, and he was admittedly easy on the eyes.

As if ashamed, Scott bowed his head. There was something he was hiding, a secret he didn’t want to burden you with. It made him feel as though he would be sick now being aware of your naivety. His gut had been right about that subject.

“You don’ t remember?” The boy asked you, looking around the halls.

“No, I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed at your words, as if he was angered by what you had said to him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Scott wanted to hug you, but the contact may not been the best thing. After all you had been - no, he didn’t want to think about the possibility that he had been speculating. “And no, it wasn’t me.”

He left when he saw Clay heading your way, nodding at him as he parted. A part of you wouldn’t like to admit it, but you were disappointed that he had not been your partner that night.

It wasn’t something you usually did, sleeping with people outside of relationships that was. But this one occurrence was bothering you.

….

Scott sat on edge in the clubhouse. It was just him and the guys in there tonight, thank god. They all seemed chirpy, and his behaviour was easily picked up on with his rigid composure and lack of involvement in the teasing.

“Chloe must get some good shit.” Monty drank from his bottle. It was tequila, possibly. That’s what Scott thought, it had to at least be alcohol judging from its exterior. “You know, from your experience and all.”

Bryce chuckled arrogantly in response, getting up and sitting beside Scott on the couch. “I think all of us are getting more than Scotty here.”

Perhaps it was supposed to be taken as a joke, but Scott brushed the hand Bryce had laid on his shoulder off. “Someone’s a bit touchy tonight.”

“I think (Y/N) rejected him earlier, I saw them talking.” If that was the case, Montgomery de la Cruz seemed to find it hilarious. This made Scott realise his scoping had not been as accurate as he had once thought. He thanked God that the jock hadn’t heard what the exchange was actually concerning.

“Aw.” Bryce taunted him, as did the other boys. “It’ll get better mate. A broken heart only means someone will come by and fix it.” That was cheap coming from him of all people.

“Did you sleep with her Bryce?” His voice was serious, the other boys went silent, except Monty who congratulated his best friend by encouraging him to get some.

“That doesn’t matter.” Bryce took another swig of alcohol, but noticed Scott’s staring. “Okay, once. And you’re not missing out, she’s not all that great in bed.”

Scott wasn’t sure if Bryce was trying to make him feel better or angrier. He swore he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, tracing and trailing down the veins of his face.

“Did you sleep with her or did you rape her?” He stood from where he was seated next to the rapist. Bryce only laughed amused by her accusation.

“Why don’t you ask your little girlfriend about our get together?”

“She asked me, seeing as she had trouble remembering who she was with that night because she was unconscious!” Bryce had to be taking the piss. It was no secret to the students what Walker was like. The tapes told his story.

“You’re going to believe that slut over me?” That was unfair. Bryce sounded offended, and he had no right to be.

“She’s not a slut, you’re just a fucking rapist.” He had gotten the confirmation he needed, so he left. Scott had to see you. You deserved the truth, as did everyone Bryce had taken advantage of.

….

Your parents had allowed Scott in. He was sat with them in the living room, discussing the sport that had got him involved with that sickening rapist.

And then you walked in the door. “(Y/N), you have a visitor.” You followed the sound of your mother’s voice, stopping in your footsteps to when you saw who was sat on the sofa.

“Scott, what are you doing here?” No one from school had never been inside your home before. It made you feel exposed, vulnerable to the population’s eye.

“I have those notes you asked to go over earlier.” His voice sounded as though he was pleading with you, asking for a moment to speak with you. You’d be a monster to decline, you thought, oblivious to who the real monster was.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He willingly followed, taking each step at a time.

“There’s no notes Scott.” You stated expectedly, curious as to why he had invaded your safe space.

“I know what happened that night.” The boy told you, digging through his bag until he pulled out something that gave you bad memories. It was a tape.

“What the hell is that Scott?” You grew nervous, scared he was mocking the pain you had caused Hannah.

“The answer.” He also pulled out a tape player, putting the tape inside. “Are you ready.” You had been ready since that night, you nodded worriedly.

It began with normal male conversation, with voices you were quick to recognise. “I think all of us are getting more than Scotty here.” It made you feel bad for him, seeing as his friends were amused by the lack of affection he received.

“Someone’s a bit touchy tonight.” So this had been recorded just before he came here. There was a moon in the sky that glowered down at the two of you, awaiting the eventual reaction you would give, where you would crumble and enclose on yourself.

“I think (Y/N) rejected him earlier, I saw them talking.” It gave you shivers that Monty had been watching the pair of you. There was no privacy in liberty it would seem, but Hannah had already told you as much.

“Aw.” Undoubtedly it was Bryce Walker. Ever since Hannah and Clay had exposed what the rapist had done to her, you felt sick every time he was mentioned. You hoped the judge struck him down, forcing him to rot in a four by four cell. “It’ll get better mate. A broken heart only means someone will come by and fix it.”

At that you paused the recording. “You like me?” Scott looked at you, sadness orbiting in his eyes.

“Yes, but that’s not what this is about.” He didn’t explain further, he only brushed your hair from your face and pressed play. “Did you sleep with her Bryce?”

That for sure sounded like your worst nightmare. You would never in a million years agree to have sex with him under many circumstances. It was hard enough knowing that Jess had been a victim of his. You didn’t want it to be that way, but every time you looked at her you saw his burning fingerprints over her body. It wasn’t fair for her.

“That doesn’t matter.” Yes it did! “Okay, once. And you’re not missing out, she’s not all that great in bed.” There was no recollection of that in your mind. Not even once did you even think about bedding that pig. He had no idea what you were like in bed either.

“Did you sleep with her or did you rape her?” It was Scott’s voice, and it made you fearful of the possibility that it had happened.

“Turn it off.” You begged him, but he was insistent that you had to listen.

“You deserve the truth.” Was what he had specifically said. “Why don’t you ask your little girlfriend about our get together?” How Bryce had any friends, you weren’t sure, you supposed his money. It shocked you that of all people, Scott Reed stood against him, defending you and your dignity.

“She asked me, seeing as she had trouble remembering who she was with that night because she was unconscious!“ There was clear anger in Scott’s voice. Bryce had riled him up. The mention of your state made you feel as though you could be physically sick.

“You’re going to believe that slut over me?” And that was what the man who raped you saw you. A slut. He was the one who had vandalised your body and left you there for anyone to find.

“She’s not a slut, you’re just a fucking rapist.” The tape ran flat, turning to the noise of static. It was the end.

“I like you too, but I can’t be in a relationship yet after hearing that.” You were looking at him with wide, innocent eyes. His heart broke at the sight.

“And I don’t expect you to be.” He comforted you, brushing his fingers over the teardrops that fell down your face.

“What do I do after this? What do I do with this?” Scott took the tape from the player, and held it out to you.

“You take it to court with you.” That was a start.

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Left All Alone (2/?)

Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X

A/N: And the winner of the poll is Scott Reed!! Thank you to all who participated and I hope you even the series :) At this point, i’m not sure how long it’ll be because I don’t really know where i’m gonna take it lol. But, I can’t see more than like ten parts.

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 2,037

In hindsight, you were glad you left.

Maybe running from your feelings hadn’t been the best choice. Maybe, just confronting them would’ve been easier. But seeing Justin, after all this time, just there, standing there like he hasn’t been missing for months... it left you with a sick feeling. One you weren’t ready to face.

And, if you had stayed, you knew now you would’ve been caught between crossfires. Why your brother hated Bryce so much, you’ll never understand. The two had once been brothers, closer than possibly even you and Justin. It was why you came to Bryce in the first place, because your brother had trusted him so much. Even if, towards the end, things had seemed odd between the two, you thought it would always be that way.

But given the rumors floating around the hall, talk of some big fight right here in the middle of the school, Bryce and Justin being the ones to start it; you figured that was no longer the case.

Bryce had told you not to listen to the gossip that seemed to spread around the school like a plague. That it was all just lies and you were better off just sticking close to him, and ignoring what anybody else had to say. But this was near damn impossible to ignore, and for once, nobody seemed afraid to whisper it around you. It was opposite of what usually happened when you walked down the halls and everyone, other than Bryce’s own friends, ignored you. Practically shunned you.

Even now you still didn’t understand why.

If you’d been there for that fight, you would’ve had to choose between your brother and Bryce. And in this moment, you weren’t sure who you’d choose.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Turning, brows furrowing, you blink at the sight of Bryce rushing towards you, a familiar looking man following behind him. Then, it clicked; his lawyer. Something must be happening with the trial.

Once Bryce reaches you, he leans in closer, not necessarily trying to keep the conversation from the ears of his lawyer but to give the both of you just a little bit of privacy. You let him do so, only half-consciously noticing the way his hand falls on your wrist, glancing around the both of you once before letting his eyes meet yours own once more. “I won’t be able to drive you home, Monty will.”

You ignore his words, eyes falling on his lawyer; “is something happening with the trial?”

“Yeah,” Bryce nods nonchalantly, “but it’s fine. I’ll see you when I--”

Then, you cut him off, voice small. “Maybe I could come with you?”

There’s a moment of pause, Bryce just blinking at you. You knew it was a stupid question to ask, given that Bryce had never let you come to one of the trail meetings before. It was worth the shot, though, you figured. Though, given the expression that crosses his features, you already know the answer before he even says it. “Y/N, I think it’s best you just go home.”

You decide to fight it, even just a little. “Why?” You question, brows furrowing. “I mean, I still don’t even know what the trials are about. Not a lot anyway. Noticing the shift in his expression, you add, quickly; “and i’d like to be there to support you.”

“Justin’ll be there.”

You pause, confused; “has he been before?”

Bryce grimaces then, “yeah. When he first came back.”

You then take a step back, pulling your hand from his as your lips part; “he’s been back for a while? ...And you never told me?”

Bryce briefly glances at his lawyer, “you weren’t ready.”

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. “I--”

“Bryce,” his lawyer calls, interrupting the both of you. One glance at him and you can tell he’s irritated by having to wait. “We should really get going. The trial starts in just a half hour.”

Glancing back at you, Bryce frowns; “wait for Monty, okay? He’ll drive you home.”

You give him a short nod, not bothering to put anymore effort in your response. Then, with one last glance your way, Bryce walks off, leaving you there in the hallway. You hesitate, staying rooted in your spot, mind wandering. How could it not? Not only was your brother back from being missing for like six months, it turns out he’s been back for longer then you’d thought and you’d had no idea. Not to mention, there’s something suspicious about Bryce’s case that’s been bothering you for a while.

But you won’t push it because you don’t want to be homeless. And, besides, you don’t want to anger Bryce. Ever.

The sound of a door opening pulls you from your thoughts. You blink, raising your chin only to see Clay Jensen, Tony Padilla and... Justin Foley exit the classroom just a little to your right. The same class Bryce had left a little while ago. Detention’s class.

They, more specifically Justin, notice you right away.

There’s a moment of still silence, no one moves, but Clay seems eager to rush off; in the direction Bryce had gone actually. Yet, he seems to know enough not to rush Justin as your brother simply just stares back at you, lips parted, eyes wide, uncertainty in his gaze. Your jaw clenches instinctively, trying to keep yourself composed, not to let him see how actually hurt you were by what he’d done. Besides, he probably could guess it all on his own anyways.

Then, with one brief glance back at Clay and Tony, Justin takes a step towards you. “Y/N--”

You step back from him, shaking your head. “Don’t.” Is all you can manage, voice pitching in distress as you bow your head, not willing to let yourself meet his gaze. You just had so much pent up anger and rage inside of you, towards Justin and you weren’t sure what you’d do if he didn’t walk away now.

Who was he to stand there, looking all victimized, without some sort of explanation? An explanation as to why he left you, there.

“Y/N,” Justin calls again, voice more pleading. He holds his hands out before him, reaching for you. “Y/N, just listen to me--”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You swallow thickly, gathering all the courage you have to raise your chin and meet your brother’s gaze head-on, unwavering. You square your shoulders, clenching your jaw. “I just don’t.”

“I-I can explain,” Justin rushes, desperate for you to understand. “I’ll ex-explain everything, from the beginning. But... But, you have to get out of that house.”

It’s then you pause, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“You can’t be in there. You can’t... I mean, Bryce? It’s not safe for you there, Y/N--”

“Just, just shut up!” You interrupt, voice harsh. Narrowing your eyes, you shake your head at Justin. “I don’t want to hear it,” you say simply, shoulders falling with disbelief. “I don’t want to hear anything. Especially not from the brother who abandoned me.” Never letting your eyes leave his own, you let out a breath of relief when you hear the door open again and Monty and a few other of Bryce’s friends step out. “Now, if you excuse me, i’ll be going now.”

You glare at Justin one final time before shoving past him, not bothering to glance at either Clay or Tony on the way and instead head straight for Monty. Along the way, you catch brief sight of Scott Reed, another one of Bryce’s friends, leaving the detention room.

Briefly your eyes meet, you offer a small smile. He returns the same to you.

Monty’s attention turns to you as you fall next to him, “hey.”

“Hey,” Monty nods simply, eyes wandering on Justin for a moment before turning to you, “ready to go?”

Clenching your jaw, you nod.

Swallowing thickly, you raise your head as Bryce steps into your room. Or really, it was the guest bedroom that Bryce and his mother had been nice enough to let you occupy for the last few months. Anything you really had, had been from Bryce.

“How was the trial?”

“Good,” Bryce nods, shrugging nonchalantly as he takes a sip of the drink already poured in his hand. “Chloe was testifying against me.”

“About?”

Taking a seat next to you on your bed, arms brushing against one anothers momentarily, Bryce shrugs off your question; “doesn’t matter.” He says simply, turning to meet your gaze. You can tell by his hazy gaze and heavy-lidded stare, he’s already a little drunk. Tipsy for sure.

You feel your heart sink; that can only mean one thing.

You set down your homework in front of you, leaning on your left arm, the one closest to Bryce and sigh. “It must though,” you say softly, keeping your gaze downwards, hesitant, unsure. “I mean, she is your girlfriend after all. Testifying against you, that must hurt.” Testifying against him for what, you didn’t know. You wish you did.

Bryce moves to take another sip of his drink; “in the end she stayed loyal to me, that’s all that matters.”

Your shoulders fall at another failed attempt at trying to figure out just a little bit more about this case. Briefly, your eyes fall to your cellphone laid on your night-table. Your cellphone that had a tab open of those tapes Hannah Baker had left behind that had been posted online. Your cellphone that had been tempting you for days now.

You were just scared of what you’d find out and what Bryce would do if he found out you had.

“Hey,” Bryce mumbles, voice low. You feel the tip of his fingers fall under your chin, guiding your gaze towards his own as he leans forward. For a moment, your eyes flicker to his lips before returning to his eyes, swallowing thickly. “You okay?”

“Just a long day,” you whisper, already knowing he knew what you meant by that without having to explain it. It was pretty obvious.

Bryce, however, smirks slightly at your words, leaning towards you as his hand now moves lower. He sets his hand on your bare thigh, only a pair of pajama shorts on, rubbing softly at the skin as his lips become only inches apart from your own. He reeks of whiskey, but your hands are frozen by your side, un-moving. “I think I might know how to cheer you up.”

His lips are on yours in the next second, without warning. You freeze, but only briefly as this isn’t something you’re exactly unaccustomed to. By now, it was only like routine.

Chloe testified against me today.

Freezing, you set your hand against Bryce’s chest, pushing him back. “But, Chloe...”

“It’s fine,” Bryce brushes off, moving his hand to your waist and tugging you forward. It’s quite harsh, you stumbling over yourself before Bryce sets either of his hands on your hips and helps guide you where he wants you. Before you know it, you find yourself straddling his lap, hands held out before yourself unsure as Bryce presses kiss against the length of your neck. Between kisses he manages to mumble; “it’s never been a problem before,” and then, he pulls back, grinning up at you. “Besides, you owe me remember?”

I didn’t know where else to go...

You can stay for as long as you need, Y/N.

We’ll find someway for you to repay the favor.

You didn’t want to be homeless.

With a simple nod, you let Bryce pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your shorts and a sports bra. You don’t fight him as he leans forward, gripping your hips hard, sucking aggressively against your neck, a small moan leaving your lips as he does so.

And even though you don’t fight him, even though your body responds to him, you feel disgusting. Shameful.

Those tapes... the trial... Bryce’s secrecy...

But you don’t want to be homeless.

Just as Bryce moves to take off your bra, the sound of distant voices interrupts the silence. It’s enough to catch Bryce’s attention, as well as yours, given that it doesn’t just sound like someone passing by. The voices don’t fade, if anything, they grow closer, and both of your heads snap towards the window.

Suddenly, Bryce is pushing you off of him, rushing towards the window.

“Who is it?” You question, moving to pull on your shirt again.

Bryce doesn’t answer, instead, he waits a moment, just peeking through his blinds before turning without a word and walking out of the room. Your eyes follow his figure, greatly confused, before fixing your shirt, pushing yourself up to your feet and moving towards the window.

Your eyes widen when you see what Bryce had.

“Justin?”

Part 3?

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leviathis-krade · 3 years

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in a gravelly voice: Patty Cake Alphabet

Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man