death has been… odd? i feel like im drowning in it no matter how i think or what im doing my head goes right back to her getting ran over by a car over and over and over and over and over and over and shes in a puddle of her own blood dead on the sidewalk while the media is taking pictures of her that she never agreed to be taken and her face is all over the news and every article has these disgusting 13 yr olds joking about it being the next gta and i cant breathe in it everyones talking about how the guys a terrorist and thats not relevant at all i dont care about him he killed her he killed her on purpose i dont care who he is i want him to die
someone murdered my best friend? what a thing to say out loud
a loved one getting run down in the middle of times square? what an abstract concept
in my mind theyre mistaking her with someone who looks just like her and shes actually ok but thats not true and i keep looking at pictures of her and ?????? i just dont understand
cnn took pictures of her mom crying over her sister and posted them all over the place and i cant stand it i cant stand it any mention of new york makes me want to claw my eyes out
i cant believe they posted video of him running everyone over i cany believe i watched him run her over what has to be probably 50 times now and i cant stop watching it and shes covered in blood and everyones taking pictures and videos but theyre all still alive why did only she die why did she die why did he only kill her
i dont know how to live in a world where both my mother and my best friend are dead and both of them dead so young without reason
Holy shit. Is this, is this happening? Is Danny really here? Why would he be here? How did he knew where we lived? Was he following us the whole time? My heart started to race as panic came over me. I wanted to slam the door and scream for help. But I couldn’t move. All I could do is just stare into Danny’s cold eyes as he stared back at me.
“Will, aren’t you going to let me in babe?” Danny said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Don’t worry, I just want to finish out little conversation from earlier.”
“I…I…I..” I started to stuttering which only made him smile.
“You know, this reminds me when we first met. I just walked up to you and asked you out on a date.” Danny said as step closer to the door. “You were blushing and stuttering. I made you lost for words.” He lean against the door frame as his smile got bigger, showing off his fangs. “(Y/N), did I ever told you I found it absolutely adorable when you get nervous?” I shook my head. “ I guess like there was a lot of things I didn’t tell you.” He let out a sigh as he reach into his jacket pocket. “Like how nervous I was to ask you to marry me.” He pulled out my engagement ring and showing me the ring. “You made the happiest I ever been in my life when you agree to marry me. I would give anything to be happy like that again.”
“What…what are you trying to say?” I said, looking at the ring and back at him.
“What I’m trying to say it, will you marry…again?” Danny said holding the ring out to me. “Agree to marry me again (Y/N). We can go and renew our wedding vows. I’ll forget about everything you did. We can be a family again, me you and the baby.” He smiled. “All you gotta do is say yes and leave that fuck boy Negan of yours.”
“No.” I whisper.
“What?” He said as his smile slowing fade away. “No?”
“No.” I said, shaking my head. “I’ll never marry you again.”
“What? You and your fuck boy going to get married?” Danny said, smirking.
“Yes.” I said, smiling as he started glaring at me. “We’re going to get married right after our divorce is finalized. Then we’re going to get a home and raise our family together. And there’s nothing you can do about it Danny.” I went to close the door when he put his foot in the doorway.
“Want to bet?” Danny said andhe grabbed the door trying to push it open. “Let me in now.”
“No.” I said, pushing back on the door. I turn around and started yelling “Eric it’s Danny! What?” I looked around the room, but no Eric. “Eric! Eric help me!”
You Thiam mpreg have me squealing with how cute they are!! can you do 37,41,58,& 78 that would be the fluffiest one shot 🙈
37: “Dance with me.”
41: “I’m pregnant.”
58: “How did we get here?”
78: “Hold me and never let me go.”
“Dance with me.”
Theo looked up from his book to see Liam standing in front of him, hand stretched out expectantly. “There’s no music,” he replied, for lack of anything better to say.
Liam shrugged. He was smiling. “Does it matter? Come on, dance with me!”
Theo sighed and put his book down, taking Liam’s hand. Liam pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around Theo’s neck, grinning. “What’s the purpose of this?” Theo asked, putting his hands on Liam’s hips and swaying side to side.
Liam shrugged. He rested his head against Theo’s shoulder. “I just…” He sighed. “Hold me and never let me go. Please.”
Theo felt a wave of emotion wash over him, and he gripped Liam tighter, pulling him close. “Of course.” He chuckled. “How did we get here? I mean, a year ago I was living in my truck and we hated each other. Now, we’re Mated, we have a home-“
“I’m pregnant,” Liam said softly.
Theo froze. He looked at Liam, who smiled shyly. “You’re… What?”
“I’m pregnant,” Liam repeated with a laugh. “We’re gonna be parents.”
Theo laughed and grabbed Liam’s face, kissing him. “I love you so fucking much.”
Liam hummed and kissed him again. “I love you. And you know what? I think we’re gonna be okay.”
As Theo twirled Liam and then dipped him, both laughing, the chimera couldn’t help but agree.
They were going to be just fine.
A/N: Ah, I’m so sorry it took so long for me to reply to this! I got super busy the last few days so I didn’t have time to sit down and plan a short for all the prompts you requested. Sorry! Also, I hope this fills your request as well, @owliexoxo. You said something fluffy with them just talking and stuff, so that’s what I tried to do here. I hope you enjoyed, friends! Thanks so much for reading and as always, feel free to let me know what you think!
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Summary: Dylan and y/n get in a fight and then someone breaks in the apartment
Pairing: Y/n + Dylan
Words: 2,343 or so, I changed some stuff
Warnings: there’s a fight scene and more cursing, nothing too intense, also anxiety is kinda depicted
A/N: y’all were too nice with part one, so here’s part two. I was surprised that anyone read part one tbh. This is where it starts getting weird, but don’t worry because it gets worse. Get ready for the emotional rollercoaster lolll Special thanks: to everyone for reading part one!!!! You guys are amazing and I love you all so much, bless all your souls. You guys are so awesome, I hope you all have an amazing day/night.
masterlist coming soooon
Things you should know from Part One: Dylan just accused y/n of cheating on him
Why would he accuse me of cheating on him?
My face was covered in disbelief
“No? Why would you think that?” I was so confused
Why would you say you trust me only to accuse me of lying right after??
“Well who was that guy? That you were talking to? That you hugged goodbye?” His voice breaking, like he was about to cry
“Ethan? He’s in my english class! We started talking at the end of class because we got paired up for a project.” I raised my voice unintentionally, “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of cheating because I hugged him. Even after telling me how much you trust me. Jesus christ Dylan, you can’t just shut down every time I hug another guy. And you can’t accuse me of cheating just because I hugged him!”
Dylan just looked at me in disbelief, his eyes glossing over.
“Is that it then? You’re just gonna accuse me of cheating every time I interact with another guy? Since you’re so worried about me cheating on you and lying to you, we exchanged phone numbers so we could work on our project!”
My anger grew and grew until I couldn’t contain it.
“You’re such a fucking child” I muttered to myself
I went back to the coffee table and grabbed my bag, closing my laptop and shoving it in my bag. I grabbed the keys and left. I sat in the driver’s seat of our car and texted my best friend about what just happened. I drove to her house in hopes of feeling better.
I watched silently as y/n collected her things.
Why the fuck did I say anything?
“Are you cheating on me?” wow great opening line, you should’ve just asked her who it was instead of asking that.
I couldn’t help but let my thoughts take over, leading me to the conclusion that y/n was really cheating on me because why else would she get so defensive and angry at me.
But she loves you why would she do that to you? She wouldn’t and you know it.
I was battling my own thoughts not knowing which side to believe. I wanted to believe that she wasn’t cheating on me, I knew she wasn’t cheating on me.
But what if she is? English class is just a cover, she told you they exchanged numbers for a project but what if it’s for more than a project. You saw the way she hugged him, the way she laughed with him, the way he looked at her. There was no way that he’s just “ethan from english”
It felt like my head was splitting in two.
She’s not cheating on you with “ethan from english” because that’s all he is. They’re just friends. She loves you. She’s not gonna risk you for some other guy. She even told you they just started talking today at the end of class.
I decided to take a shower, I couldn’t deal with my thoughts anymore. I was ripping myself apart.
I turned on the water, letting the steam engulf the bathroom. I undressed leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. As I stepped in the shower, memories came flooding back of y/n. I remembered all the showers we took together. I remembered how amazing it was to be at a grocery store because she was there with me. I realized how much she must hate me right now.
You fucked up.
I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know where she went. All I could was wait for her to come home so I could apologize. I did trust her and I loved her more than anyone. I struggled with the thought that I just ruined something so perfect. I let the water wash away all my insecurities and bad thoughts.
I turned off the water and began to dry my body with the nearest towel. I wrapped the towel around my waist and picked my clothes up from the floor, heading back to the bedroom. I tossed my clothes into an old hamper filled to the brim with dirty clothes. I got dressed but I heard noises come from the main room. I quickly threw a shirt on and quietly opened the bedroom door. I crept down the hallway as the noises got louder and more rushed.
The door was locked, if it was y/n she’d be watching some show on the tv, and the tv isn’t on. Whoever was in the kitchen broke in somehow.
I quickly made up a plan in my head. I hid behind a chair idly placed in the living room, trying to scale up the man in my kitchen. He was significantly bigger than I was and looked to be stronger.
The man turned around like he was looking for something. I ducked my head behind the back of the chair that was currently the only reason I was still breathing. He headed down the hallway and I knew this was my only chance to attack. I leaped from my position and tackled him, half expecting him to put me down, but he collapsed under my weight.
“Dude, what the fuck” he let out in a sigh
I was taken aback at how quickly he fell and him calling me dude.
“Who are you?” I asked instantly feeling like more and more masculine by the second, I’d only taken one self defense class, I thought of myself as weak and yet here I was.
“Can you get off me, please? I’m not here for you.” he breathed out, gasping for air
“No, and who are you here for?”
“Y/n. I’m here for her, where is she?”
“Not here. What the fuck makes you think you can just let yourself in my apartment?” I asked with genuine curiosity, “ and who the fuck are you? What do you want with my girlfriend?”
“Shit, you must be Dylan. I’m Ethan.” he said nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just break into my home. “I didn’t expect you to be here”
The fact that he was acting like everything was cool between us, was weird. Why was he looking for y/n? How did he find out where we lived? What was he doing here? His body struggled under mine, and I eased off of him giving him a look of genuine confusion.
“What do you mean, you weren’t expecting me to be here? I live here. Why are you here?” I asked, I could feel anger and confusion bubbling in my stomach
“I thought that was established, I’m looking for y/n.” he stated
“Why are you looking for her? How the fuck did you find out where we live?”
“She didn’t tell you? She texted me saying I should come over with your address, she uh told me to let myself in” he answered
His answer only made me more confused. I was angry.
“The door was locked, how’d you get in?” I knew he was lying, y/n would’ve told me if he was coming over, and she wouldn’t have told him to just ‘ let himself in’
He paused, thinking of what to say
“ she uh, gave me a key.” he pulled a key out of his pocket and handed it to me, “You know y/n talks about you a lot. She mentioned something about being bored.”
“Oh?” i looked at him
“Yeah, she’s tired of being with you man. All you do is complain and talk about yourself.” he continued, “I’m not sure how or why she’s been with you as long as she has. I’ve been trying to get a date with her all year, but she kept turning me down for her lame ass boyfriend.” a smile crept on his lips
It was my turn to pause and think of something to say. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me, that none of what he said was true. I gripped the key in my hand. My hand curled into a fist, my knuckles turned white and I felt the anger boil over me. My right hand met his left cheek. His head hit the hardwood floors. I pulled my hand back and examined it. My knuckles weren’t bruised yet, but they would be soon. I got up to go to the kitchen, knowing Ethan wouldn’t move and that if he did, I could easily take him down again. I opened the freezer, reaching for a frozen bag of vegetables. I was trying to comprehend what just happened. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of locks moving. I reached for the door handle and opened the door.
y/n looked up at me. Her makeup smudged like she’d been crying, her hair more messy than it was when she left. I felt like all my problems melted away at the sight of her, nothing else mattered when I was with her, she was my everything and I’m not sure I’d be where I am without her.
“Dyl-” she started but I interrupted her, forgetting the unconscious man in the hallway.
“Y/n, I’m sorry I accused you of cheating. I started thinking about the hug and it spiraled into cheating. I love you so much and I know you’re not gonna leave me for him or anyone else. I trust you, I’m sorry I accused you. I was being crazy.”
I stared up at him, feeling more in love than ever.
“Oh, dylan I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for getting mad as I did. I should’ve listened to you instead of yelling. It’s just that I love you so much and I’d never do that you and when you accused me it felt like you were doubting me.”
We stayed like that, quietly marinating in the moment of shared and reciprocated feelings.
His eyes shifted like he just remembered something.
“Dylan, what is it, what’s going on?” he immediately looked guilty
“y/n, you won’t believe this, but Ethan broke in and said he was looking for you.” he laughed
“I’m sorry, what? Ethan from my english class broke in the apartment and you had a nice conversation with him?”
“Uh, not exactly. I was in the shower and when I got out, I heard someone in the kitchen so I hid behind the chair and tackled him. He’s actually pretty weak. But while I had him on the ground, I asked a bunch of questions. He said you told him he could come over and to let himself in with a key that you gave him.” Dylan explained, still with a look of guilt plastered on his face
“And? Where is he right now? Did you even bother calling the police?” I asked
“Well, uh, he pissed me off and I knocked him out. So, uh he’s lying on the floor in the hallway right now.”
“Dylan what the fuck why didn’t you call anyone?” I pushed past him to see the apartment a mess, but no body lying in the hall.
“So, uh did you actually-” he asked quietly before I rudely interrupted
“No I didn’t do any of the things he said I did. I don’t even know how he found out where we lived.” I was so annoyed with him for not calling anyone, especially me. “Dylan where is he, no one’s here”
Dylan turned around, his eyes wide.
“y/n, im telling you he was right there, there’s nowhere he could’ve gone.”
“It’s okay, he probably just left through a window.” I said quickly dismissing it
“No, he’s in the apartment somewhere, we’re on the second floor. He couldn’t have just jumped through a window.”
“Dylan, you’re being crazy. I’m going to talk to the landlord about this and if they see Ethan tell them to call the police. Did you see him take anything?” I said grabbing my keys and phone
“Uh i don’t know, but I’ll check while you do that” he said
Where the fuck was he.
I opened every door in the apartment. He wasn’t in any of the three closets. He wasn’t hiding out in the bathroom and every window was closed. I checked every possible hiding spot he could’ve chosen and he wasn’t in any of them.
What the fuck, where’d he go?
I walk up the steps leading to the apartment, grabbing the cups I dropped earlier. I got to the door and stopped once I heard dylan shouting.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU CREEP”
I laughed to myself before opening the door
“Dylan” I looked at him, holding back laughter from how crazy he was being
“Y/n” he mocked
“I called to the landlord, he said he’d keep an eye out and send out a notice to the other tenants. The next time he shows up if he shows up, the police will be called. Did he take anything?”
“Uh, no I don’t think so, nothing of importance.” he replied
I noticed how late it was, almost 1 in the morning. I felt fatigue take over my body, today had been so emotionally draining.
“hey I’m gonna go-” i yawned “to bed, care to join?”
“Yeah babe, just give me sec”
I smiled to myself, wondering how in the world I got so lucky. He was an amazing boyfriend, he understood me better than anyone. He gave me the most intense feelings and emotions I’d ever felt. Loving him gave me hope that maybe life wasn’t as bad as I thought. As long as he was by my side, things didn’t suck so much. I hated a lot of things and he made me hate those things a little less. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
I barely made it to the bed, i was so tired. I pulled off the hoodie I’d been wearing along with my bra and shorts, dropping them to the floor. I stole one of dylan’s old t-shirts and pulled it over my head. I crawled into bed and curled up under the covers.
I entered the bedroom only to see y/n asleep, wrapped up in blankets. I let out a soft laugh, her mouth was open as she drooled and quietly snored. I undressed leaving the clothes on the floor with hers, and cuddled up next to y/n. I knew Ethan was somewhere, but I weirdly didn’t care.