andi and josh

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here you guys go!
just in case you want to rewatch ground breaking history over & over again! the scene that made me scream, fall on the floor, pace around the room, and cry happy tears. andi mack is just so amazing. these jyrus feels man ahhh!

The Loud House (L is for Love)

Luna Loud is confirmed bisexual after leaving a love letter in her crush’s locker, who turns out to be a girl.

Andi Mack (Best Surprise Ever)

Cyrus looks back at Jonah after one of the main characters states to Jonah “If she looks back, she likes you.” Both Andi and Cyrus look back at Jonah.

The Lodge (???)

Josh, talking to one of his friends, states that “girls aren’t his type.”

You’re My Bodyguard, Not My Owner. (Part 2) (Brendon Urie x Reader)
Note: Parts of this imagine are based off of Marvel Comics characters and events and will contain references to MCU films.

“Is this really necessary?” you sighed, reluctantly taking the Glock 17 Brendon held out to you.

“Yes. You need to be able to defend yourself,” he replied in a cold voice, his face void of all emotion except for a mild hint of annoyance.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

“Yes, but it would make everything a hell of a lot easier knowing that if something happens to me, you’re not completely helpless. So, shut up and shoot the target,” he hissed through gritted teeth. Moving to stand behind you, he folded his arms across his chest in his usual manner and you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper a snide ‘If you can’ under his breath.

Pissed off to the max by Brendon’s words and determined to prove to him that you weren’t the good-for-nothing brat that he thought you to be, you inhaled deeply and positioned yourself in the shooting stance you were most comfortable with, the way your father had taught you. Exhaling lightly, you pulled the trigger three times, each bullet hitting the bull’s-eye perfectly.

With a triumphant look on your face, you turned around to face Brendon, smirking cockily as you reached over and smoothly placed the gun back in the holder attached to his hip.

“What? You didn’t think my dad wouldn’t have taught me a couple things, did you?”

Brendon looked taken aback and somewhat impressed, but only for a split second before his face returned to its usual rock-hard stature.

“Great, you can shoot a stationary target,” he gave you a sarcastic thumbs-up. “It’s a shame that the people who are trying to kill you will most likely be moving.”

Grabbing his jacket from the bench, Brendon made his way out of the shooting range, leaving you fuming and glaring daggers at him behind his back.

Out of all the agents that SHIELD has to offer, The Director managed to assign the worst one as your bodyguard. (Of course, mentally and physically, Brendon was an impeccable agent and watching him in action on footage from past missions, you could see why The Director had entrusted him with your safety. But emotionally and on a personal, face-to-face level, he was – for lack of a better term – a complete douchebag.) From the moment you two had met, he was nothing but cold and abrasive towards you. You’d think that as someone’s 24/7 bodyguard, you’d want to learn as much as possible about them and what they’re like. But Brendon was the complete opposite and although he never said it outright, the way he acted towards you made it very clear that he was only interested in making sure that you stayed alive and wanted nothing else to do with you whatsoever.

~3 Weeks Later~

“You aren’t actually serious about this?” you questioned in disbelief as Brendon kept a firm grip on your arm, making sure you stayed as close to him as possible and keeping an eye out for any behaviour that seemed questionable.

“Yes, actually, I am.”

“Brendon, it’s dinner with my friends. Who I’ve known for years. If one of them was a HYDRA agent, I’m pretty sure I would’ve been dead already.”

“Not if that wasn’t part of the plan.”

You shook your head in disbelief at his mistrust. “I highly doubt I’m in any danger tonight.”

“You’re so unbelievably naïve, you know that?” he said harshly, coming to a sudden halt and turning you sideways so that you were facing him. “Whatever you think you know about this world – SHIELD, HYDRA, everything your dad told you – is not even half of the messed up shit that goes on. I’ve seen people killed by the ones closest to them. People who they trusted completely. The way you trust your friends,” he cocked his head towards the bar seats a few feet away where your friends were gathered, “So there’s no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight.”

“Brendon, the place is crowded. No one’s gonna try anything,” you sighed, wanting nothing more than to be able to enjoy a night out with your friends without being under Brendon’s constant supervision. You knew it was only to ensure your safety, but it was annoying nonetheless.

Brendon let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, that’s what you think. And then you end up in a body bag. Constant vigilance, (Y/N).”

You began walking again and a few seconds later you were awkwardly standing in front of your friends, who’d all gone quiet at the sight of your very pissed off-looking bodyguard.

“Uh, hey, guys,” you said cheerfully, trying to break the extremely tense atmosphere that had occurred. “This is Brendon.”

Various greetings filtered through the air as your friends smiled politely at Brendon, who only gave a curt nod in return before leaning in and whispering in your ear.

“I’ll be three seats down. Don’t go anywhere without telling me first and if anything happens, don’t make a move until I get to you, understand?”

You nodded to show your understanding and Brendon mumbled a quick ‘Good’ before swiftly disappearing to assume his position a little way down the bar.

Noticeably more relaxed after Brendon had left, your friends immediately engulfed you in a tight bear hug, bombarding you with questions.

“We haven’t heard from you in weeks! What’s going on?”

“How are you doing, hon?”

“Any news on that Soldier guy?”

“Why didn’t you tell us that your bodyguard was smoking hot?”

“Woah, calm down, vultures!” you held up both hands to silence everyone and chuckled at your friends’ hunger for details. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, things have been more hectic than you could ever imagine. But I’ll try to keep you updated and in the loop as much as possible, I promise. I’m doing better. Not one hundred percent, but I’ll get there eventually. No, there hasn’t been any news on him, and even if there was, I don’t think I’d be allowed to disclose any information. And I didn’t mention his looks because it’s not important,” you shrugged, stealing your friend Dean’s drink and taking a gulp.

“Uh, of course it’s important! I’d be dying from happiness if I had that hot piece of ass following me around every day,” Chelsey said, biting her lip and looking over at Brendon, who shifted uncomfortably under her penetrative gaze and averted his own back to the surrounding sea of people.

“The whole point of having him around is to not die. Besides,” you replied, grabbing a few pretzels from the bowl in front of you. “He’s not exactly the nicest of people.”

“He doesn’t seem that bad,” Dean interjected. “A little intimidating, maybe. But I’m sure he’s an okay guy.”

You scoffed. “Oh, yeah? Wanna be-“

You were cut off by the sound of gunshots and glass shattering. Automatically, people had started to run, scream and take cover. Within a few seconds and before your brain could even process the fact that you were in danger, Brendon had tackled you to the floor and was laying on top of you, using his body as a shield to protect your own. With every gunshot, his grip on you tightened as he pulled you closer in an attempt to cover your entire body.

More SHIELD agents had made their way inside from their undercover positions and more shots were fired as they attempted to take out the assailants. There were lots of voices yelling orders and trying to communicate with each other and you recognised one of them as Agent O’Malley’s.

“Urie, there’s a car and two escorts waiting out back. Get her out of here. Now.”

Brendon wasted no time in gathering you into his arms and making a break for the back door.

Looking back over Brendon’s shoulder, your stomach dropped at the sight of your friends. They were huddled together under a table while trying to avoid getting hit by any bullets, fear clear on all of their faces.

“Brendon, wait! We have to go back! My friends! They-they’re gonna get hurt!” You thrashed wildly in Brendon’s arms, making a futile attempt to loosen his grip on you.

“(Y/N), are you insane?! You can’t go back there, it’s you they’re after!” He tightened his grip on you, preventing you from escaping his grasp.

“But they’ll die if we just leave them there!” You yelled, getting hysterical.

“There are other agents there who’ll protect them but right now we need to get you back to HQ.”

He picked up the pace and half-dragged you outside to the black SUV that stood waiting, engines running in order to make a getaway as soon as possible.

Opening the back door and practically shoving you inside the vehicle before hopping in himself, he instructed the driver to go, which he immediately did; swerving into a side road, he carried you away from the attack as fast as possible.

As soon as you were a good distance away, Brendon called SHIELD HQ.

“This is Agent Urie, reporting in. ETA 10 minutes to HQ. Sapphire is secure.”

~

“I told you we should’ve gone back for them,” you said angrily.

“And then what would I have done, (Y/N)? Save all five of them while you got killed? I don’t think so.”

“If you knew me, you’d know that I’d rather die before I’d let anything happen to the people I love. Especially if they get hurt because of me.”

“They’re alive, (Y/N).”

Barely. They’re all in the hospital with critical injuries and I’m here without a scratch. That’s not fair,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

Brendon rubbed a hand over his face before running it through his hair and chuckling darkly at the ground. “Life’s not fair. Especially not your one. You’d better get used to it, sweetheart. Because the sooner you realise just how much danger you’re actually in, the sooner you can accept the fact that no matter what you do, someone will always end up hurt.”

“How?” you whispered incredulously.

“How what?”

“How can you not feel bad about what happened to my friends at all?”

“Because they’re none of my concern, (Y/N). You are.”

“So you couldn’t give less of a shit about their safety?”

“Not when it’s compared to yours, no,” he stated matter-of-factly, leaning back against the glass desk situated on the far side of the room. You were thankful that he was a good distance away from you, because at that moment you wanted nothing more than to break his nose. You couldn’t believe the lack of remorse he was showing. It was shocking.

“And you don’t feel any regret about leaving them there when I begged you to turn back?” you questioned, taking a few steps toward him.

“No, I don’t,” he replied sternly, standing up straight as you advanced on him. “Not one bit.”

Raising your hand above your head, you brought it down swiftly in an attempt to smack him but because of his lightning-quick reflexes, he caught your hand without even flinching and immediately pushed you up against the nearest wall, your hand pinned above your head.

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

“I really can’t stand you,” you spat, repulsed at the lack of humanity in the person standing in front of you.

“My job isn’t to be your friend. My job is to protect you. And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. The sooner you get used to that, the sooner you’ll stop being shocked at the awful things I do,” he said, leaning in so close to you that you could feel his breath tickle your neck, causing the hairs there to stand up on edge. “Because I can assure you, there will be more of them. Much more.”

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Thank you for reading x

Emo band members as things said at my school
  • Brendon Urie: I mean I'm straight but I would suck a dick
  • Ryan ross: I'm a bruised apple in the produce aisle of life
  • Spencer smith: *frantically shoving 7 dollars at me* buy me weed when you're in Oregon
  • Jon Walker: my ankle smells like grapes and weed
  • Dallon weekes: Jesus wouldn't treat me like this
  • Patrick stump: if I put my hoodie on inside out is the world wearing it
  • Pete wentz: my wife just had her baby and no, you can't call me daddy
  • Joe trohman: well this guy was totally wrong but he did predict some stuff and some other stuff
  • Andy Hurley: who the hell wrote the entire spongebob theme song on my board
  • Tyler Joseph: do you even inhale
  • Josh dun: fuck you im independent! No, wait, I need a ride home
  • Gerard way: I look cute today? Well you look dead as fuck dude
  • Frank iero: you want to be taller so you can dunk? *gets in your face* jump higher you inbred
  • Ray toro: if there's water in the air then how are we not dead
  • Mikey way: I'm always ready to be hit by a car
  • Me: I don't like overplayed songs.
  • Also Me:
  • I CHIME IN WITH A HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOORS
  • SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGIN'
  • WISH WE COULD TURN BACK TIME TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS
  • WHEN I WAS...A YOUNG BOY...MY FATHER
  • THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN
  • DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT

Listen, just because I can’t hit that note doesn’t mean I won’t try

hello confirmation that cyrus turning around was intentionally to show that he likes jonah!! can i just point out that they are clapping and cheering! i have never been this happy, i mean, look at them. look at josh. look at asher. listen to peyton. listen to everyone in the room. they support it. they are just as excited about this as we are. this is happening people & i couldn’t be happier!!