also i just got 300 followers

(excuse the Very Bad banner lol i kinda wrecked it beyond salvation so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

hello!! i’m nat and welcome to my first ever follow forever! tbh i’ve been wanting to do this ever since i hit 300 followers but then school and exams got in the way and now i’m already past 600??? (628 to be exact) it might not seem like a lot to some but it’s a lot to me & i’m very grateful for every single one of you here!!! 

february 17 also marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog officially becoming glitchyoongi! 🎉 (and i guess the 1 year anniversary of becoming an official army/stan) in just one year i’ve managed to gain a lot of nice mutuals and a few close friends, and also release a lot of self-made content (gfx, edits, vids, memes etc) which i’m very happy for all the love they got! thank you all for following me and/or liking/reblogging my stuff :’) all of you make my dash a much more enjoyable and wonderful place :’’’) i love and appreciate every single one of you!! 🙆

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#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)


Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)


Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.


“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.


This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

  • Hyerin: From time to time, Junghwa and I send Hani faxes from herself. From the future
  • Hani: [reading the fax] at 8am today someone poisons the coffee. Do not drink the coffee. More instructions will follow. Cordially, Future Hani
  • Hani: [knocks the coffee out of Solji's hand] NO!! You'll thank me later!
Jim Kirk: Raiders of the Lost Shuttle

Pairings: Jim Kirk x reader

Word Count: 826

Warnings: none I think? I don’t even remember

A/N: You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’ requested by @trekfangirl​ for my 300 follower celebration a million years ago I’m so sorry. I’m a mess. I hope you like it though! I had a lot of fun with it. Also I have literally no idea how the flying cars work in the Star Trek universe, so I completely made this up but it was still a Good Time. 

You joined Starfleet for the adventure. You took a post on Yorktown because they promised excitement. As you stared out of your office window overlooking the city, you couldn’t deny it was beautiful, but not exactly the excitement you were looking for. You wanted action and adventure, a hot and fast romance with a partner you knew was trouble. Hell, you’d even be willing to give up the romance part if it got you out of this office. Maybe you’d been watching too many old action movies lately.

You sighed and locked your PADD in the desk drawer, knowing you weren’t going to get any work done until you got this restlessness out of your system. Luckily, being one of Starfleet’s most successful business leaders under 30 meant you could set your own schedule, so you told your secretary you were heading out and hopped in your car. A couple loops around the test track would calm your nerves. Plus, there were a few one-man shuttle prototypes that needed test driving, so you could even say you were technically still working.

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     so   —  i’ve  been  here  less  than  a  year  ?   um  gosh  i’m  bad  @  this  but  like  i  never  expected  for  so  many  of  you  to  like  this  blog  ?   this  number  may  not  seem  like  much  to  some,   but  each  and  every  one  of  you  is  special  to  me    ( except  porn  blogs  you  can  fuck  off  k  thanks   —   blocked )    this  is  rly   late   i  know   —  meant  to  do  it  once  i  got  100  tbh,  &   also  hence  why  the  number  is  so  off  but  —  anyway.  gosh  i’m  so  off track  n  am  lit  tearing  up  rn  …  right.  giveaway.

    all  o’  those  standard  rules :    have  to  be  following  me   ( shit  i  honestly  don’t  care  if  you  follow  me just  for  this  tbqh  )  ,    reblogs only ,   um  i  think  that’s  it ????  fifth place  —  100  unedited  icons.  fourth  place  —  300  unedited  icons,  a header.   third place —  header  &  background  or  promo  &  theme background .   second  place  —  theme  code  +  300  unedited  icons  or  theme  background  +  300  unedited icons.   first  place  —  theme  background  ,  100  icons  edited  to  your  preference ,   theme  code  (  not  original  theme  but  edited  from  someone  else’s  )  ,  and  header  . 


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I'm sorry can I rant? I follow people in snapchat that were saying "why though" when bts won and I just wanna say...300 FUCKING MILLION VOTES BITCHES! Also, they said in a interview they hope to come back and perform next year and I'm so hype for bbmas 2018. I'm out!

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Feeling kind of meh right now. I want to sleep but at the same time I don’t want to cause i have a lot of things on my mind. Basically just working on SuMo icons for Ash. Also sorry for not being around most of the day. I woke up around like 5:30 pm because I sleep forever and went on that adventure to get a Z-Ring and multiple distractions since i got back. Long story short, probably don’t expect anything from me tonight. Might do a few asks, but I should be on tomorrow more.

🐊 400+ Followers 🐊

I reached over 400 followers and I wanted to thank you guys. I feel like I just made my 300+ post so thank you to all my new followers. The support on my art means the world to me. I’ve been going through a hard time and having this as an outlet has made all of the difference. And I owe it to you guys. If you are an artist yourself you know how much it means to see reblogs and likes. My art would be nothing without people sharing it, so thank you.

Thank You!!!

woah it’s been just over a month since I hit 200 followers and I just hit 300!! Thank you so much for following me, you’re all babes for putting up with my mess of a blog. Special thanks to @mystarsandmoonhao and @jamieprotectionsquad for sticking with my blog and with me from the beginning, you guys are angels and I love you a lot 

Captain’s Log Stardate 2017.126

Can I be more of a nerd? (The answer is probably yes)

Anyway! I want to let you know I’ve seen the messages in my inbox and I love you guys and I’ll respond as soon as I get off work tonight!! <3

Also, I’ll be cleaning up my masterlist tonight too, so if you don’t want to see a million of my posts flooding your dash I’ll tag them all as “captains log” and “masterlist” so feel free to blacklist those! (Sorry if you’re on mobile :^(  )

Sorry that I haven’t been updating as frequently either. This weekend was hectic b/c my sister’s car broke down and then she graduated and I’ve just got a lot going on in my life, but I’m almost done with the 300 follower celebration I promise!! I didn’t mean to keep you guys waiting so long 

Yay, I feel like I hit a major accomplishment with 300 followers.

Thank you guys so much! I know I don’t say it often or at all, but this blog is truly my happy place. Lord knows I need it when I’m dealing with school and all the other things in my personal life. To know that I can come on here and forget all about that, it keeps me sane.

I’m also happy that I never got any hate on my any of my stories, so either I’m a good writer, or people knows the golden rule ‘if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.’ Haha.

I’m just really grateful that people took the time to read my stories and made my blog the way it is today. I know at times I can go MIA because of school and just real life in general, but know I’ll always be here.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart and I hope that no one ever thinks about unfollowing me because although I may not reach out and talk to every single one of you, I do appreciate you and You are important. Each and every single one of you is the reason why I continue to write and why I won’t stop. If you ever wanna talk, my inbox is always open. THANK YOU! ;D


I waited behind the school, holding my bag tightly as I looked around at all the people. Where was Theo? He told me to meet him at the back of the school and out of nowhere I feel an arm wrap around my waist. I Jumped and held my hands into tight fists.

Theo walked in front of my with a big smile on his face. As always, he looked killer in a leather jacket. But, what I really want to see is his muscles at least one more time, like please?

I realized that I didn’t take a step forward so I did a slow run since I was wearing somewhat of a high heel shoe. He had a clean, sparkly white Hummer that made him look even hotter when he was sitting at the wheel. I looked around and saw other girls whispering at each other, some were waving to see if he would notice, and some would just giggle and stare at him. I rolled my eyes and hopped into the passenger seat. As soon as I sat in that seat and shut the car door, all of the girls had blank expressions on their face; they looked disgusted.

“Don’t worry about them; they’ll just have to deal with the fact that you will always be better than them.” I looked over at him and he had a soft smile on his face. He started the car and we drove off and out of the school parking lot. During the drive to his house, it was pretty silent. But it gave me lots of time to think.

Let’s see, I was completely abandoned in the basement of the school and the pack never came back for me, Theo wanted to keep me warm, but he meant in a different perspective than me, he decided to take all of his clothes off, but he didn’t want me to wear them, he decided to throw me to the ground and crawl on top of me being completely naked, ass and everything else, then that lead to sex and he was completely right, I ended up being hotter than the sun, I felt like I was at the beach laying on some hot ass sand, then I was staring at my neck in the mirror and Lydia decided to walk up to me, telling me that I’m going to her party, well, shit, I forgot about that party, I need to tell Theo about that, then Theo decided to be all nice and weird, it was like he wasn’t like himself, I mean, he wasn’t being the asshole he usually was, so Theo decided that he thought that I felt something during out basement sex, I’m not going to lie, I was really digging him, but holy Jesus, he was persistent about him and I meeting up and talking about what was going to happen next, oh, yes, let’s talk about how the pack will lock me in a cage so I don’t do something stooped again, yes, I’m not going to lie, again, I really wanted to meet up with him, so anyways, my thoughts ended when I felt a hand rubbing my thigh.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and looked down at my thigh. Theo’s hand rubbed my thigh and down has he was driving. He was staring at the road and rubbing my thigh at the same time. I stopped him by setting my hand on top of his and I stared at our hands for at least thirty seconds. He drove into the driveway and parked. He had a pretty big house; it looked like it had about four stories. I jumped out of the car since it was a bit high off the ground He shut his car door and spun his key around his finger as he walked toward the house door. I quickly followed him and when we got inside I looked around and I was astonished. His house was beautiful. There were large, modern windows in the ceilings and the floor was black marble, his stairways were spun around and they were also black marble. It was just beautiful. After going up three stories we reached his bedroom and we walked in, and I was amazed once again. His bedroom was huge; it was like one of those really fancy hotel rooms that are around $300 dollars to stay in, per night.

“Holy shit,” I said. He smirked and threw his bag onto the bed and he took his leather jacket off. I finally got to see his muscles one more time He was wearing a tight, short sleeved black shirt.

“It could be better,” he said and walked up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and the height between us was cute. He was so close to me; our foreheads were touching. His lips were barely touching mine, and within seconds they were pressed against mine. He set his hand on the back of my head as we were kissing softly; I wouldn’t call it a make out session, but it was a good amount of kisses.

I pulled away. We both agreed that we would talk first.

“No, we’re going to talk about this first.” I softly pushed him away.

He nodded and backed away, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards his bed. I smiled slightly and he threw me onto the bed and I was shocked, but in a playful way.

“Ah, Theo,” I laughed and he threw himself right beside me.

“I know you’re just trying to take the seriousness out of this conversation.” I said and poked his nose. He puckered his lips and looked around at the ceiling.

“Maybe, but, I’m ready to get serious.” He sat up and leaned back on his bed.

I sat up as well and waited for him to talk. I shrugged and moved my hands in the air.

“You’re the one that wanted to talk, now start talking.” I said.

He breathed in and then out.

“I’m interested in you, Y/N.” He said with a huff and he crossed his arms against his chest.

“Please don’t tell me that was why you brought me to your house.” I said

He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and I was completely annoyed now. He had wasted my time just to tell me that he has an interested in me. AN “INTEREST”! Like, really? I could have been doing other things, like my homework, or my Facebook, even my Tumblr. But, no, I had to go all the way to Theo’s house just to be told one sentence and then he went silent.

“Okay, well, since that’s all you wanted to say, I’ll call for a ride.” I said and began to crawl off his bed, but instead I was pulled back and down onto the bed, and I was under Theo. I wanted to push him away, but at the same time I didn’t want to. I had mad feelings for him, but I also had to think about the pack. Do I accept that I’m really into Theo and keep this a secret? Or do I deny Theo and lock those feelings away and be truthful with the pack?

(Ignore this edit I just wanted to put Stiles’ silly face)

I reached 300 followers! It’s not much but I’ve been around for 3 months now and I’ve got to discover great blogs and sweet and talented bloggers.

So I want to thank you all so much, and here are my favorite blogs that brighten my dashboard everyday!

Italic are mutuals (I also italisized side blogs when the main blog follows me, hope it’s ok)

bold are my favorites of all time!


@allineedcd @ardenchosource @argentist @argentist @arghunts  @arielsknight @by-vlada @cella-stokes @creationsofteenwolf  @daylghter @daily-stydia @decode-my-heart @dobedit @dylanz-obrien @elewens @eleveun @fyeslydiamartin @fuckyeahprettylittleliar @fytwolf @greatwizzard @gwendolynmstacy


@hogw-artists @holladnroden @hollandroden @hollandrodsen @humansbanshee @istydiah @killianjonec @kimkoglenn @ladiesnetwork @loverxo1234 @lydia-martins @lydiaa-martini @lydiamartain @lydiamartinn @lydias-martin @lydstilinsk @mudblood228 @mvddoxbrooke @oh-my-stydia @projectmaslanyclone @quinzel-harleys @redstringbanshee @rongasm


@scilesbutt @scileslife @slowburnotptrash @smokynice @sterek-cliche @stilesbanshee @stiles-lydia @stilestilikeslydia @stileslydiamartinstilinski @stilinski-mxlec @stilinskikissme @stilinski-loves-lydia @stilyds @strxnger-things @stydiaforfvckinlife @stydiaislove @stydiascenes @stydiot @the-banshee-spark @the5thyearfreshman @theo-baeken @theystayalive @tommarvolohriddle @voidlydiia @wealwaysdo @wellsjahasghost @youaretoosmart

So sorry if I forgot anyone!


21.01.16// Changed my study area in my room as I got some lights for Christmas and I have only just found the time to put them up!

Also.. Thank you SO much for 300 followers! I love the studyblr community because everyone is so nice and helps each other out X

Happy Thursday!🐝

I just hit 300 hundred followers and I want to thank you all so much! Heres a follow forever that I said I would post 2 weeks ago, but procrastination got the best of me (and also these take a long time to make tbh).

mutuals/Dil Howlter Defense Squad


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One-act – Liam Dunbar

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Word count: 3260

A/N: This wasn’t requested, just something I’ve been working on for a while now. Such a relief that I finally got the inspiration to finish it today! Obviously I got a bit carried away, hence the word count. But please let me know what you think!

Also thanks for 300 followers! Means the world to me :D

Originally posted by 5secondsoflouisex

“So, what’s this play all about?” Scott asks during your free period. You’ve known him your whole life, but only recently got close. It happened very gradually. One moment, you had everything figured out, you were living with your parents and your brother, you lived the simplest of lives. The next, you found your brother hanging from the ceiling, with a note in the pocket of his jeans. Apparently he was looking for more than he could find.

Scott and your brother were friends, they always worked on their bikes together. As everyone else in town, he was shocked. But unlike the others, he was actually supportive. Most people would come up to you and tell you how sorry they were, but their lives continued as before, whilst yours seemed to be put on hold.

Scott never told you he was sorry about your brother. It was obvious that he was, though. No need to put it out there. Instead, the two of you started hanging around at school and in your garage. Sharing memories while Scott worked on his bike. When you were ready, Scott showed you how to repair one of your brother’s bikes. You didn’t realize how important that was until it was done. You had finished your brother’s work, the only thing he was passionate about. It helped you find peace with his decision. You could only hope your brother found his peace, too.

So, it’s an understatement to say Scott helped you through the toughest time. He was there with you, experienced it all. It was inevitable the two of you would get close. He could never replace your brother, but he’s as close as it can get.

“Domestic violence.” You say as you flip through the pages of your biology book. When Scott remains quiet, you look up at him. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, brows raised, eyes innocent.

“You think it’s a bad idea.” You state.

“After everything you’ve been through..”

“It’s been two years.” You say.

“Yeah, but your parents still can’t be in the same room. Even if they wanted to. Your father didn’t get a restraining order for nothing.” Scott says.

“He never laid a hand on me.” You defend.

“Didn’t say he did. I just think you should be careful with the subject, it’s touchy.”

“I realize that. That’s exactly why I want to do it. People need more awareness so that they won’t get stuck in a situation they’re afraid to get out of. The play shows how easy it is to get stuck in this circle of needing to get out but not wanting to because you love the one that hurts you.”

Scott smiles slightly. “All right.”

“What’s the smile about?” You frown slightly.

“Besides my mother, you’re the strongest women I know.”

You smile. “Always know how to steal my heart, don’t you?”

“Speaking of. Do you have a love interest in this play?” Scott asks.

“I do, yeah. My character Jane falls in love with Daniel. He’s a professional boxer, and once he wins Jane’s heart, he starts to treat her the same way as the guys he knocks out in the ring.”

“Who’s portraying Daniel?”

“Liam Dunbar.”

“The aggressive sophomore?” Scott frowns.

“He’s actually very kind.”

“I bet.” Scott mumbles.

“You have a problem with him.” You state.

“Not personally.” Scott shrugs. “But a guy with an aggression problem probably shouldn’t portray an abuser.” He says.

“That’s what I thought at first. But maybe it’s a way for him to cope with his issues.” You say. “I mean, we could be very alike in that matter.”

“Yeah but you’re the one that has to take his punches. What if he loses control on stage and literally knocks you out?”

You must admit that it crossed your mind. Only once, though. The school wouldn’t have cast Liam if there was a risk he’d hurt anyone. “That’d make a pretty realistic performance. Besides, improv is my strongest forte.” You smile.

“Good to know you’re taking this seriously.”

“I do, yeah. I’ve got to go now, I’m meeting Liam to practice our lines.” You grab your books and stuff them in your backpack. So much for preparing for your biology test. “See you later.”

“Argh! I keep forgetting that line.” Liam mutters frustrated.

“That’s okay. We should probably take a break, anyways.” You shrug.

“I just wanna get this right, I’ve got something to prove to a lot of people.” He says.

“What would that be?” You frown slightly.

“That I’m not just an aggressive lacrosse player.” Liam says. “That I’ve learned to control myself.”

“I don’t see how that’s something that has to be proved.” You say. “It’s a private matter, doesn’t concern anyone in the stands.”

Liam looks up at you in awe. “If only it was that simple.”

“Life. Everything. It’s as simple as you make it.”

“Some things are so simple they become complicated.” Liam says. “I’ve been diagnosed with I.E.D, simple. I hurt people I don’t want to, for reasons I don’t understand. Believe me, it doesn’t get more complicated.”

“I understand.” You nod.

“You were afraid. The first time we met, I could see it in your eyes. You watched my every move, ready to run if I were to explode. I don’t think you really understand.”

“But I do.” You say. “My life was as simple as it gets. Too simple, that’s why my brother killed himself. His actions were simple, the aftermath got messily complicated. My parents blamed each other, got violent, got divorced.” You sigh. “I watch everyone’s moves because I don’t trust most people. That includes you, until you prove me wrong.”

“I will.”


“I said that I will. Before the night of this play, we will trust each other.”

“Sorry, I expected-“

“You expected me to say I’m sorry. Well I’m not. Your brother made a choice. I’m not sorry about the aftermath either. I’m furious.” There’s a tremble in his voice that sets all your alarm bells off. But you stay put.

“It’s been two years, it’s fine, really.” You shake your head.

“But you’re not. I don’t care how long it’s been, you lost your brother, and instead of being there for you, your parents took your trust away, too.”

You feel yourself tearing up, “It’s not like that.” You say. “They didn’t mean to..” You swallow hard, unable to say another word.

Liam grabs your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. When he releases you, you notice his hand is trembling slightly. Liam is looking down, he hides his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Hey,” You say to grab his attention. He looks up at you, unsure, and that’s when you notice how light his eyes are, and how much emotion is hiding behind them.  “We will both be okay.” You smile slightly. He only nods in response.

“All right, Liam and [Y/N], I would like to see scene thirteen again.” Mrs. Martin smiles.

You  both get up from the stands and make it to the middle of the gym. You look up at Liam, unsure of how he’s feeling. This scene is the most triggering for him, it’s the scene in which he pushes you so hard you fall over. To top things off, he also hits you at the end of the scene.

“You okay?” You ask him quietly. Liam only nods in response.

You get through the scene just fine.

Liam’s character Daniel comes home from the gym, upset that he isn’t in perfect shape for the next game. Your character Jane tries to reassure him, but in return he pushes her away, literally. Jane hits her head against the wall, and when she notices she’s bleeding, she starts to tear up. Daniel screams at her for being in his way, and for bleeding on the carpet. When he sees she’s crying, he smacks her across the face. “Never show weakness in front of your enemy Jane.” He snaps.

“But you’re not my enemy.” She cries out.

Daniel sits down on the couch, and Jane tries to get up. She takes off her shirt to hold against her head.

“You need to put more pressure on that to stop the bleeding.” Daniel says, now perfectly calm. It’s scary, how easily his moods change. “Come here.” He smiles slightly.

Jane sits down next to him, but she keeps her distance. “C’mon, I don’t bite.” He smiles and carefully brings Jane closer to him. “I’m sorry baby, you know that right?” He whispers, his lips brush past her cheek.

Jane nods, “Yeah, I know.” She relaxes into him.

“All right! That was great!” Mrs. Martin smiles. “You two are naturals on stage, so much chemistry.” She compliments. “I will make some changes in the script, it would be even better if Jane sat in Daniel’s lap while he cleans her wound.” Mrs. Martin says. “But you guys are perfect, brilliant.” She smiles again before she dismisses the class and walks out of the gym.

You smile up at Liam. “That was amazing.” You sigh. “I think that was our best scene yet.” You slip back into your shirt.

“I know.” Liam smiles, too. “You were actually crying, weren’t you?”

You run your fingers underneath your eyes to remove any streaks left on your face. “Yeah, I got so caught up.”

“But I didn’t hurt you, right?” Liam asks, worried.

“No, no, of course not. You were great.” You smile.

“Hey [Y/N]!” You look up across the gym to find Scott in the doorway. That’s when you realize you’re still sitting so close to Liam. Your cheeks flush red and you immediately get up. “I’m meeting with Stiles and Lydia after school to work on our English project, wanna join?” Scott asks.

“Sure.” You nod. “I’ll wait for you guys in the parking lot after class.” You smile.

“All right.” Scott says before he turns around and leaves.

You take your phone out to look at the time. “We should probably get to math, we’re already late.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” Liam nods.

As you walk to the class room, you mentally curse yourself out for ruining your moment with Liam. Or maybe it wasn’t a moment, after all you were just sitting in the staged position of Jane and Daniel. But it sure felt comfortable.

“So how is the play going?” Lydia asks. She’s sitting across the table in Scott’s kitchen. Stiles isn’t here yet, he had some issues with his jeep.

“Great!” You smile. “Practice today went so well, I can’t wait to show everyone what we’ve been working on.”

“Yeah, you and Liam looked cozy earlier.” Scott smiles.

“We’re friends. He’s great to work with.” You say, keeping a straight face.  Scott just winks before he leaves the room to get his books.

“I think it’s good he’s channeling his anger into something positive.” Lydia smiles.

“Yeah,” You nod. “He’s getting better every day.”

“Sooo… is there a kiss in the play?” Lydia giggles.

You flush red. “There is, yeah.” You run a hand through your hair. “But uhm, Liam and I haven’t practiced it yet, because he’s still a minor.” You explain.

“What? So he’s gonna have his first kiss on the night of the play?”

“I bet it won’t be his first kiss, and it doesn’t even count because it’s staged and all very professional.” You say.

“Yeah, sure.” Lydia smiles. “Whatever you say.” She giggles.

“Are you nervous?” Lydia asks as she combs through your hair. It’s the night of the play. You have worked so hard to make sure everything is perfect. If all goes according to plan, it will be a success. It has to be. Since the lacrosse team lost all games of the season, this play is the only form of entertainment for the rest of the year. Every student is invited, and their parents too. It’s gonna be huge.

“Kinda.” You admit.

“You look gorgeous, and you know all your lines, what could possibly go wrong?” Kira asks. She’s painting your nails a light blue color. The color really compliments the navy shirt you’re wearing.

“Actually..” You sigh. “There’s a lot that could go wrong. One move could trigger Liam’s anger, and then there’s the kissing scene..”

Lydia laughs. “It’s just a small peck babe, nothing to worry about. I’m sure you’ll be fine, you’ve done this before, your plays are always a success. The school loves you almost as much as they love lacrosse.” She smiles.

“Almost.” You giggle.

“There.” Lydia states. “All done.”

Kira finished doing your nails a little while ago. They really do match perfectly with your shirt. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked this beautiful before. I don’t even look like me.”

“You’re gorgeous.” Lydia smiles. “Liam will love it.”

You frown a little.

“Well, you never know, you and Liam.” Lydia giggles.

“Hmm, our characters may be in love, but we’ve never said a word to each other before this play. Sure we got closer, but we’re friends.

“Maybe after tonight, you could ask him out, to celebrate your success.” Lydia shrugs.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head, still, a small smile lingers on your lips.

“Are you ready?” Mrs. Martin peeks around the door. “The play starts in five.”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You nod. You take one last glance in the mirror before you walk out of the classroom/ temporary dressing room. Your stomach is filled with butterflies. It’s strange to see the usually crowded hallways empty. Empty, that is, except for one person waiting on you at the end of the hall.

“Hey.” Liam smiles at you as you approach him.

“Hi,” you smile. “Ready for this?”

“Yeah, hi.”

You giggle as you remember the first conversation you had with him. You were the nervous one, but Liam made you feel calmer. You grab his hand, and to reassure him, you say: “We’re gonna rock this thing.” You give his hand a soft squeeze before you let go.

“You’re home.” Jane smiles as Daniel walks through the door. She walks up to him and places a small peck on his cheek before pulling him into a hug. “How was practice?” She feels his body tensing, and he shrugs her off.

“Did you make dinner?”Daniel asks.

“Yeah, the table is all set.” Jane nods.

They get into the kitchen and about halfway through dinner, Jane starts up the conversation again. “Are you excited for the game this weekend?” She asks.

Daniel slams his cutlery down on the table, then knocks his plate still filled with food to the floor. He gets up and walks over to the window, staring out into space. Jane picks the broken pieces off the floor, then cleans the kitchen up, before she goes over to her husband.

“It’s okay.” She mumbles as she wraps her arms around his broad shoulders. “What happened? You can talk to me.” She places a careful kiss on the back of his shoulder.

“I’m not in perfect shape.” He mutters.

“You’ve been training so hard.” Jane frowns.

“It’s your fault, you’ve been messing with my food.” He rises his voice.

Jane shivers. “That’s ridiculous Daniel,” she shakes her head.

Daniel turns around. “You’re calling me a liar?” He raises his brows along with his voice.

“No, no, of course not.” Jane tries to pull her husband into a hug. Desperate to calm him down.

“And now you’re lying to me?” He snaps. He grabs hold of Jane her wrists, and shakes her body back and forth. “Who the hell do you think you are? Show some respect!” He yells in her face. He pushes her away from him with so much force she falls back into the wall, hitting her head against the concrete.

Jane holds onto her head, and notices she’s bleeding. Panic wells up inside of her, and she tears up.

“You are bleeding on my goddamn carpet!” Daniel yells, then moves his gaze up to her face. He notices the tears in her eyes, and quickly moves over. He smacks her right across the face. “Never show weakness in front of your enemy Jane.” He snaps.

“But you’re not my enemy.” She cries out.

Daniel sits down on the couch, and Jane tries to get up. She takes her shirt off to hold it against her wound.

“You need to put more pressure on that to stop the bleeding.” Daniel says, now perfectly calm. His mood changed, just like that. “Come here.” He smiles slightly.

Jane sits down beside him, but she keeps her distance. “C’mon, I don’t bite.” He smiles. He carefully picks her up and places her in his lap. “I’m sorry baby, you know that right?” He whispers, his lips brush past her cheek.

Jane nods, “Yeah, I know.” She rests her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, okay? You just need to learn, Jane.” Daniel says. “You make me so angry, but that’s only because I care for you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“Too?” His voice changes again.

“I only love you, Daniel.” Jane looks up at him and wraps her arms around his neck. “I swear, it’s only you.” She nods.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grins.

Jane leans in and carefully places a kiss on Daniel’s lips.

He smiles. He isn’t supposed to smile. Liam, or Daniel, leans back in. His face only inches from yours, his breath fans your face ever so slightly. [Y/N],” He whispers so quietly only the two of you can hear. The heat rushes through your body, you feel your cheeks burning up. This isn’t play pretend anymore, this was never part of the script. He slowly leans forward, carefully. Cupping your cheek with one hand, the other resting on your waist. The feeling of his strong hand on your bare skin stirs the butterflies up once again. His lips crash into yours, they’re soft and gentle, your mouths move in unison. His grip on you tightens, protectively holding you close. Adrenalin runs through your body, you only stop because you’re about to moan.

Your mouths part, but you stay put for a moment. Your hands are on his jaw now, and you stare into his eyes. Then a smile breaks out across his face, and you rest your forehead against his, releasing a sigh.

You don’t remember your lines, and you panic slightly. But then the curtains close, and the sound of applause fills the room. You smile. Then realize how wrong this could have gone if you had actually moaned on stage. You climb off of Liam’s lap. “What was that?”

Liam smiles. “Fucking amazing.”

“That wasn’t in the script, why would you do that?” You exclaim.

“All right, so I got a bit carried away.” He shrugs.

“Our performance is ruined.” You mumble.

“No it’s not. It’s way more realistic.”

“Everyone loved you guys!” Mrs. Martin smiles as she walks up to you.  “And again, the chemistry!” Someone calls her over, so she leaves the two of you alone again.

“See,” Liam smiles.

“You shouldn’t have taken the risk. And you ambushed me, that was so unfair, I almost moaned on stage you idiot!”

Liam frowns, then smiles, “You what?”

“You heard me.”

“Well I certainly wish I heard that.” He grins.

You roll your eyes at him and let yourself fall back on the couch. “Shut up.”

“Gladly.” He smiles, pulling you closer and connecting your lips again.