I’ve previously dwelled on Varys abandoning Daenerys for Jon and Sansa here, but now I want to talk about Varys and Sansa, and what it means for Jonsa, because guys… we are all overlooking the obvious.
A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips. How could you still be alive? You were much stronger than he thought. He knew this was because of him. They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.
He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door. He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options. He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door. At least Castiel was an angel and not a human. He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.
“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard. His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him. “Is that [Y/N]?” It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body. He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.
Dean felt restless. He had been since the moment she had left. He wasn’t able to stay as calm and collected as before, now that he knew she felt the same about him. He went over their conversation over and over again in his head. He wondered if he should have pushed her away, made her believe that he had used her. Would her hating him have made her safer? Honestly, Dean wasn’t sure, but then there was also the simple truth that he couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t hurt her. Not anymore than he already had. All that had mattered to him was that she would believe him. To hell with everyone else. But now that he knew she did, everything wasn’t as simple anymore. If he couldn’t convince everyone else of his innocence, then he had no way of keeping her safe. As long as he was in here and Benny was out there, and Y/N was an easy target.
“Dude!” Sam’s annoyed voice broke Dean out of his trance making him blink a few times before he was really able to focus on his brother.
“Are you even listening to me? Look man, Y/N is tough as hell. She’s gonna be fine. Let’s just focus on getting you out of here,” Sam tried reasoning with his brother, who frowned as another thing dawned on him.
“Sam why are you even here?” Dean questioned, shaking him by the shoulders, effectively stopping him from talking.
“Excuse me?” Sam stared at his brother with a look of disbelief in his eyes and Dean took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair.
“You’re a state prosecutor, Sammy. You’re breaking the law by being here. I don’t wanna get you in trouble, little brother,” Dean forced a smile, trying to calm Sam. All his life he had been looking out for the boy. There was no way in hell he was letting Sam land himself in prison for him.
“Not anymore,” Sam answered with a stubborn look on his face. A look Dean had learned better than to challenge, but the shock made him forget that.
So are Angie and Kiyo in trouble for attempting to send Gonta to the void though?
everyone’s way too excited about the Fuck Ouma Party
(except for iruma)
which is happening in 2 days from now!! even hoshi is going!! there’s going to be an ouma pinata and various party games like pin the knife on the ouma and holy water pong (because angie said no alcohol!!) for everyone to enjoy!! (except iruma) it’ll be a whole lot of fun for everyone! (except iruma)
A/N: Just a reminder that I’ve gotten all of your requests, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write and post them. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll get to them soon! Love you guys! xoxo
Anonymous said: Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader’s all like “kiss me” and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn’t take advantage of the reader and it’s all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3
Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”
“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.
“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”
“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”
“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”
“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”
“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.
“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”
It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.
“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.
“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”
“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”
“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”
“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”
“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”
“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”
“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”
“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”
“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”
“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”
“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”
“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.
The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”
“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.
“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”
“He left?” you slurred out.
“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”
“I’d like that,” you responded happily.
“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”
“Just a little,” you replied.
“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”
“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.
“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.
“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.
“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”
“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”
“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”
“I can?” you asked eagerly.
“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”
You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”
“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”
“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”
“Just a little,” you insisted.
“A lot,” Tyler piped up.
“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”
“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”
“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”
“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.
“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”
When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”
“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”
“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.
“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”
“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.
“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.”
“I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.
“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”
“I love him so much,” you repeated.
“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.
“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”
“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”
“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”
“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.
“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”
“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”
“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”
“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.
“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”
“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.
“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.
“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”
“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.
“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”
“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”
“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”
“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”
“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”
“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”
“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”
“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”
“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”
“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”
“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.
“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”
“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”
“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”
“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”
“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”
“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”
“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.
“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”
“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.
“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.
“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.
“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.
“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”
“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”
“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”
“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”
“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.
“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”
“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”
“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”
“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”
“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”
“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.
“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”
“Okay,” you mumbled.
“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”
A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”
“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”
“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.
“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.
“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.
“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.
“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”
“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”
“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”
“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”
You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”
“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”
“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”
“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.
“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”
“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”
“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” he smirked.
“W-what did I do?” you stammered.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”
“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.
“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”
“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.
“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”
“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.
“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”
“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”
“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”
“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.
“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”
“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.
“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.
“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.
“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”
“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”
“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”
“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”
“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”
“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”
“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.
“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”
“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”
“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”
“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”
“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”
“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.
“I still do,” you teased.
“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.
“Yeah?” you grinned.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.
After the blood moon, life was definitely different. The boys were different—
wiser. You were different—
stronger. They began to acknowledge you on a different level, equally, not as human to werewolf rather as being to being. But as you sat upon the piercingly cold tile of your bathroom floor, the sound of nothing but your frozen heart’s beats hammering through the air of your vacant apartment, you felt anything but strong. Trembling as you desperately tried to grip onto the object in your hands that you wished no more than to throw it out of the window, to forget its existence and have it erased entirely from your life, there was no strength to do so. Confusion. Fear. Happiness. All of these intense feelings shoved you around, screamed in your ears, not allowing you to think because fuck, how is this even possible.
How could you be pregnant with Park Jimin’s, your werewolf boyfriend’s, child?
When a certain gentleman visits the city, the Bennet sisters are swoon to meet and marry him. You, on the other hand, seem to be the only one able to see behind his facade of wealth and pride - and find little you like. [~600 words]
warnings: none yet
A/N: my first time ever taking part in a writing challenge and I’m very excited. the deadline fired my motivation back on (mostly) and I f i n a l l y wrote again. I hope you like it
A/N 2.0: this features some of my friends on tumblr as characters, as I didn’t want to simply copy the characters of the movie. there is a list at the end of this part
“Y/N! Y/N” You were just entering your house; the stress from work and the outside world, in general, that had eased away as you had started your way home immediately reappeared as a tense ache in your shoulders when you heard one of your sisters shouting your name. “You won’t believe who has turned up in the city!”
right okay I need Wynonna/Doc/Dolls ot3 to happen and let me tell you why. Not just team dynamics, not just mindblowing sex, (which I’m sure there’d be plenty of) but the absolute goldmine of humor Doc/Dolls could be. Just imagine with me, if you will, Wynonna comes to both of them one day and is like “y’know what? I don’t want to sneak around behind either of your backs, I want to have my cake and eat it too, I’m into both of you, deal with it”
I spent one night with him at a bar, swooning over him along with everybody else. He is so sexy yet so unhappy and also somewhat sane and crazy at the same time. I haven’t met anyone who quite fits the Brando (Marlon) mould as much as he does. There’s this dark, moody, restless . . . figure that’s sucking up all the energy out of the room. Thanks a lot, thanks a lot for not sleeping with me so I can write a song about you.
Brandon Flowers is hot.
They’re (The Killers) absolutely brilliant, and their lead singer is one of the sexiest men on the planet.(...) I befriended Brandon very early in The Killers’ career. He has three beautiful children that my kids play with whenever I go to Vegas. Five boys playing together. And I just love Brandon, he loves all different sorts of music.
Brendon Urie - Panic! at the Disco:
We got thrown into the beef with the Killers’ Brandon Flowers out of nowhere. We had no beef with them. Pete (Wentz)and Brandon threw us into that, man! That was unfair, I love both of them. I love The Killers. Any time I listen to The Killers I hear a bit of Bruce Springsteen, especially now, I think they've gotten more and more Americana rock, which I love. Their take on Vegas is totally unique as well, they've got the desert and it's almost like a pure, pure take on it.
Dallon Weekes - Panic! at the Disco:
Brother Flowers is a great singer and a songwriter. I'm a fan.
Kenneth Harris - Panic! at the Disco:
I love Brandon Flowers. His new solo album (The Desired Effect) is unbelievable.
Ricky Wilson - Kaiser Chiefs:
I love that you know the album by what Brandon’s wearing. ‘Oh, it’s the moustache album, it’s the feathers album’. He’s quite Elton John about it. How can one man who’s so recognisable look so different?
Isaac Slade - The Fray:
Whatever faith he holds, its just embodied in his songs … we try to do that. (Isaac referenced Brandon, who is Mormon but does not directly express his beliefs in his music).
Oh Brandon Flowers!(who she would most like to work with). It's not on the cards but I just think he's amazing. It could work well. I don't think he knows I've even said that, but I'd really love to.
Ryan Tedder - OneRepublic:
Brandon Flowers is a very pensive, interesting man and we’re very opposite in the way we communicate. With The Killers, we’re still in the process [of making the album] and I can’t speak as to their timing or anything. But I love what we’ve started immensely, obsessively even. It sounds 100% like them and nothing like me. The Killers self-produce, by the way.
This was technically written for Day Four of the @laurahale-appreciation week, that is Bickering Besties. But because I felt bad about not managing to write anything for the first three days, this not only has Stiles and Laura as besties, but also Alpha Laura, Hale Twins, AND Laura didn’t die, all squeezed into one 2k ficlet. And there’s Sterek of course, too! I hope you enjoy it! And go check out all the other fics written for this great new fest!
Derek regrets nothing as much as letting Laura go back to Beacon Hills alone.
Unfortunately she’s his elder - “By twelve minutes and don’t you forget that, Der!” - and his Alpha to boot, so Derek had had to remain alone in New York City while Laura went back to their old territory to look into the strange animal killings reported from there.
And now Derek has to suffer for his twin’s stubbornness. Because Laura? Befriended a pair of high schoolers the very first night she was back in Beacon Hills. And ever since, it’s been nothing but “Stiles this, Stiles that” with the occasional “Scott this” thrown in to mix things up.
[Nygmobblepot AU; Arkham Asylum]: In which the boys were at Arkham together and they banded together to survive against Hugo Strange’s abuse and torment, Oswald keeping Ed (somewhat) sane and Ed bringing Oswald back to himself after his sessions with the Crane formula.
Arkham AUs are always rough, but god I love them. I would have loved to see the two of them help each other while they were in there and maybe even escape together or Oswald get Ed out much sooner than he did. Dedicated to Jude (@guiltyphandiot/ @paxpenguiina) who plays this AU with me <3
So this is probably crack and all but i'm thinking about modern au where no one's evil and eren finally introduces mikasa to zeke. he refrained to do it before cause zeke is the kind of brother who just /can't/ keep his mouth shut lol
Well, nonnie pie, you came to the right person!
I have thought about what kind of role Zeke would play in Eren’s life in Modern AUs, and this can go several ways tbh! Let’s say, maybe, before Grisha met Carla there was Dina: his high school love. Right? So on their prom night they do the do and Dina discovers she’s pregnant but she never tells Grisha because A) They’re going to college on opposite sides of the country and B) They are broken up by this point.
And maybe Grisha meets Carla in college. Bada bing, bada boom, Eren is born four years later after Carla graduates ( meanwhile Grisha is still going for his doctorate, so naturally he’s gonna be in school longer ). Everything is peaches and cream.
Uuuntil Zeke turns 18 and Dina can’t stop her son from looking for his biological father, who has been absent all his life and knows nothing of his existence. By then, Eren is around 14 years old, so their age difference is cut a lot shorter than their canon counterparts.
So you can imagine Eren’s confusion when he answers the door one day and finds this dude who oddly resembles his own dad. There’s an automatic connection the day they meet, but Zeke is more aware of it than Eren is. Being more of the think-before-you-speak one of the two, Zeke is a bundle of emotions that explode when Grisha intervenes with an oblivious and patient, “Can I help you, son?”
Zeke replies, “Yeah, yeah you can…father.”
Aaaand cue Carla dropping a glass in the kitchen.
Meanwhile Eren’s all, “Who the hell is this kid and why is he calling you father?” Yeah. The fourteen year old referring to the eighteen year old as a kid. But he doesn’t say this out loud. He’s actually too busy racing back to the kitchen to help Carla because instinct, y’know?
Kent pushed open the door to his hotel room at around 3am, feeling battered and exhausted. But things could’ve been worse, he supposed. Mashkov had made him dinner and let him crash in his bed while he’d taken the sofa, even though it meant that he was crammed in a little ball that had looked far from comfortable when Kent had snuck out. He’d felt a bit guilty at that, but Mashkov had offered, and Kent sort of thought that it was the least he could do since he’d effectively broken Kent’s heart.
Warning: Fluffy… maybe some swearing nothing to harsh.
hey there c: I really like your Murphy imagines! could you maybe write something where the girl is the complete opposite of Murphy but he always takes care of her. so they both arrive at the bunker and out of pure euphoria they go in to Hug each other but almost accidentally kiss each other (like raven&wick). idk if you write smut but if you don’t that’s also cool! and idk Tag me ? if you even want to write it.
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“Have any of you seen Y/N?” there were a few people shaking
their heads at Murphy as he continued to push his way through the group of
people who had just arrived at the bunker. He was starting to get more and more
panicked as he couldn’t find your familiar face in the crowd. He did however
locate a somewhat sane looking Raven.
“Raven, have you seen Y/N?”
Raven shook her head “No, she was with me back there for a
bit but we got separated. She was with Bellamy. I’m sure she’s fine Murphy”
Murphy wasn’t so sure of that fact. He knew Y/N better than
anyone. She was, scared might be the wrong word, but intimidated by Bellamy and
wouldn’t have voluntarily chosen to walk with him. No matter how much Murphy
had tried to reassure her Y/N was still as shy as a mouse and almost as jumpy.
Almost pushing past Raven, he continued to scan faces around
the bunkers main room. The bedraggled group of Skaikru were covered in dirt and
camouflage making it even harder to try and find you. Never mind the fact that
you were so small it wasn’t easy to see you in crowds usually.
“Y/N?” shouting his voice barely reached over the cacophony
of noise the crowd was making. Murphy did spot Bellamy though at the back of
the group. Putting his head down he barrelled through the group of people with
his shoulder. “Bellamy”
The taller man turned around to look at Murphy. “Yeah”
“Have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere”
“She went to find you” Bellamy frowned using his height to
his advantage he peered over the tops of the people’s heads that were closest
to them. “I don’t know” he admitted “I can’t see her. She was fine though,
tired and a bit dehydrated but nothing more than that”
Murphy bit at his lip turning back to the crowd of people.
He didn’t like this one bit, he liked having you close. You were the clumsiest
person he’d ever met and most likely the unluckiest as well. At least when you
were close by him he could protect you. Could look out for you.
Scanning the people around him once more his heart sank when
he still couldn’t find your familiar body in the crowds.
Spinning so fast he nearly fell over Murphy locked eyes with
your own. Stood a few feet away from him a smile nearly splitting your face
“Y/N” his voice was relieved as his feet moved without his conscious
control. He had you wrapped in his arms with your feet dangling from the ground
before he knew what was happening. You were laughing in his ear hugging him
back just as tightly. The panic was finally receding from his body. At least
now you were here, right in front of him where he could stop you getting into any
Putting you back down on your feet he just stared into you
face. Bellamy had been right you looked unhurt. There was a scratch on your
right cheek but other than that there were no visible marks on your face. He
was half tempted to start checking the rest of your body right then and there
for any other injuries you may have acquired.
“John?” You were looking at him curiously obviously
wondering why he was staring at you so hard.
“Just checking you for damage sweetheart”
“I’m fine” you assured him.
Murphy had heard that before from you and every time you had
been anything other than fine. At the moment though he was to relieved to have
you safe and in front of him once more that he just decided to let it go.
He leant down to hug you once more exactly at the same
moment you’d raised yourself up on your tip toes to hug him and somehow, he
managed to get his lips lined up exactly with your own. Your eyes widened in
shock and jerking to the side you kind of awkwardly smashed into each other
your face in his shoulder. Ignoring the awkwardness of that Murphy simply
hugged you. Holding you safe.
“I can’t believe I’m here” you said happily as with your
fingers laced with Murphy’s the two of you walked through the narrow corridors
of the bunker. You’d been assigned a room towards the end of the corridor which
you’d be sharing with Raven.
“Why were you with Bellamy?”
“Oh” you shrugged still not able to rid the smile from your
face “his walkie wasn’t working and Raven was having a… episode so I went over
to fix it”
“Yeah, the radio thing. You know that you talk through” Murphy
just shook his head at you a small smirk on his face. “What? What’s wrong with
the word Walkie?”
“Nothing” it was clear from the tone in his voice though
that he obviously thought that you were hilarious. “You’re over here” he
pointed at the door with the right room number on for you.
Pushing open the door you found nothing but a small bunk bed
which you could guarantee you’d end up with the top one. There was very little
head room on the top and Raven would just complain saying you were smaller so
logically you should take the top bunk.
Other than the bunk beds there was very little furniture in
the room, not that any other furniture would fit anyhow. Murphy shut the door
of the room behind him leaning against it with his arms folded over his chest.
You on the other hand walked the full length of the room, it wasn’t really a
room maybe more like a cabin. The whole room took you 6 strides to cover and
you had short legs.
“Where’s your room?”
That smirk was back “why going to come jump me in the middle
of the night?”
“Don’t be an idiot John” you blushed, you had this annoying
habit of doing that. He wasn’t even really embarrassing you. You still couldn’t
help the flush on your cheeks though.
“I’m back that way” he pointed his thumb in the vague
direction of his room. “I wouldn’t mind you know”
“If you wanted to come jump me?” Yeah that blush was full on
tomato red at this point not helped by the fact that Murphy suddenly laughed
uncrossing his arms and walking the few steps over to you. “You’re just adorable”
Glaring at him you crossed your own arms across your chest. “You
better not be messing with me right now John Murphy, because I warn you just
because I’m shy, awkward and slightly clumsy that does not mean that I cannot
beat your ass to a pulp”
Without any further warning Murphy leant down and pressed
his lips against your own. You stood there shocked into stillness for a minute.
Murphy’s hand came up to cup your cheek as he let your lips
go. “Still think I’m messing?”
“No” you whispered as your arms came uncrossed and you
allowed him to pull your body into his own. Every inch of you was pressed up
against Murphy. His own hand slid to the base of your back holding you still. “No,
I don’t think you’re messing”
His mouth descended to your own once more and you gave in to
all the dirty idea’s you’d had about Murphy for the past few years. You’d never
expected them to come true and the fact that he was stood there kissing you
wasn’t quite sinking in.
“Well fuck, finally you two” Raven’s voice interrupted and
you jumped shuffling away from Murphy. Not that there was much room to get that
far away from him.
“Raven!” you squeaked that blush was back on your face again
Raven however didn’t seem to care about finding you locked
in Murphy’s arms instead dumping her bag on the bottom bunk as predicated. “You
ok with top?” it wasn’t really a question so you didn’t answer it.
Murphy’s hand slid down your back and squeezed your ass
making you glare at him. He just laughed leaning down to kiss you quickly once
“I’ll see you later” he promised.
He was to the door when your confidence finally reasserted
itself a bit. “John? What room number are you in?”
Tsuna, Xanxus, and Hibari's headcanon having non-combatant sister?
~Hope you don’t mind that they’re all younger sisters, Anon,~
It was puzzling
how she was able to pull people to her as though she had a Flame as well but
she had been tested and confirmed. She was clear.
Back in middle
school she had used to defend her older brother against the people calling him
a loser. Using words and a sassy mouth. Now that they were older she was always defending Tsuna against people
saying he was evil.
Tsuna had made it
a point to make sure she knew nothing of the darker aspects of the Mafia.
Due to her general
curiosity and knack for being a lot sneakier than people give her credit for
she had known about the Mafia and how her older brother was connected to it the
moment the Varia started coming after them.
The Mafia found
out about her just after Tsuna was officially inducted Vongola Decimo.
The reason Tsuna
had immediately acquired such a fearsome and terrible reputation soon after his induction was because he
decimated the Famiglia who had dared kidnap her dangle her in front of him like
He would have
loved protecting her twenty four seven but she had chosen the civilian life.
Tsuna had her
followed and arranged a special team to monitor her safety.
Every guy who had
even hoped to hit on her was treated to a thorough background check before they
could even be allowed close to her and every guy she liked was treated to a
rather detailed interrogation.
The weak ones
always gave up first.
what her brother was doing to her guy friends but she guessed she was fine with
As long as no one
gets killed yet she supposed.
Xanxus found out
he had a little sister when he turned
sixteen. And that was only because he heard his mother died of liver cancer and went back to the slums to see her buried properly. It was
just a little after he found out the truth about his relationship with
When Xanxus found
her she was eight and as filthy as the sewer rat he was back then. The moment
he saw the state she was in and the state she was living in he had started
cussing up a storm.
He burned the
shanty under that bridge she was living in when he found her and dragged her by
the scruff of her neck and carried her home.
Other than that
one incredulous moment when he found her he had never once made eye contact with
his little sister again.
She had never
once complained or questioned him or his actions. As though her very instinct
trusted him blindly the moment they met eyes that one time. It puzzled him and
yet made him relieved that she was this obedient.
To protect her
Xanxus made her work as a maid for the Vongola mansion, promising himself he
would raise her from poverty the moment he gained the title of Decimo.
He would make
sure no one was allowed to hurt you. That you were his favorite and anyone who
sought to harm you should prepare for the worst.
During the eight
years he had been imprisoned in the Ninth’s ice she was the one who had made
sure to clean the prison Xanxus was in and talked to him, assuring him she was
fine. Telling him she was waiting. Acting as Squalo’s informant that led to the
discovery of Ottavio’s treachery. Her voice kept him somewhat sane in his half conscious state.
Timoteo was no
fool and found out about Xanxus’ relationship with her after a while. He
adopted her and put her through school, arranging for a monthly stipend and setting her up in a good house in a
quiet city protecting her in a way that his adopted son could not.
After Xanxus was
defeated during the battle for the Vongola Rings he did not claim her from the
Ninth’s care. Just sent her a short note that he can’t be the Tenth. That
she could do whatever she wanted from now on.
She sent him back
a note that contained only one sentiment.
‘I’m proud of you… Big Brother…’
She was the
reason why Hibari hated seeing the strong preying on the weak. She had been the
foundation of Hibari’s view of justice.
Both of their parents had died early and relatives had taken them both in. But because of
their greed they mistreated her… Especially when big brother was away. She had never been able to hide the bruises from him, though.
It pushed Kyoya
to be as strong as he was as fast as he could. He couldn’t stand watching and
looking by as those bastards beat her and practically turned her into a servant
in his own house while he was pushed into being perfect so he would not
shame the family. Because his relatives thought girls were useless and were
good for nothing except for bartering.
pushed himself to perfection. Perfect enough to gain the knowledge and strength
to seize his family’s fortune and kick his relatives out of his own house.
His little sister
hardly smiled but she never complained either. She was too kind. In fact, she had once had to
pull Kyoya back from beating an older cousin of theirs to death when he caught
the bastard trying to molest her.
better than to use his sister as a hostage and a bargaining chip. Besides she
was so gentle natured and kindhearted that it was hard to believe she was
Hibari Kyoya’s sister.
Like her brother
she shared Kyoya’s love for animals; only she did not mind if they were big or small.
He hid nothing
from her. He would casually tell her the things he needs to do especially when
he expected to be gone for an extended length of time or when he comes home with
her bandaging his wounds.
Hibari makes it a
point not to meddle in her business but he somehow gets wind of it when boys
started taking notice of her. It was a good thing he was in the information
gathering business so he could generally tell when the guy trying to pick her
up was an asshole or not. At least he knew which one he needed to throw in a ditch and which one only needed a subtle warning.
Over all Hibari is
an overprotective older brother without being creepy about it for his little
sister who was loving but not all over his business. Giving each other freedom while tied by the bonds of family.
Random Zane Headcanon/Theory/Idea thingy idk just a thing i thought of
Zane hates his brother Garroth, but at the same time he wouldn’t know what to do without him.
Their personalities are like complete opposites of each other. Garroth is bubbly and energetic and loves showing affection while Zane is more secluded and introverted with a mind of more serious matter as a focus. Garroth loves to pester Zane; invade his personal space or encourage the younger brother to participate in brotherly bonding. Zane is always annoyed by this, and prefers to stay as far away from Garroth as possible. The younger just always wishes for Garroth to be gone.
However, if the positive affection from his brother does go away, things would start getting different. Either it be Garroth getting mad at him and avoid him, some event that causes bad blood or Garroth being absent, or even his death. Of course Zane would be more relieved considering Garroth would stop bothering him and leave him alone in peace; a wish come true. It is obvious that was one of the many things he dreamed of. But eventually it would feel off to Zane.
An unbalance would occur with the absence of annoying brotherly love out of the daily routine he is veey much so used to. He would feel anxious, nervous, and rather out of place if his brother who usually showed annoying affection suddenly stopped doing so. If Garroth showed signs of being despised or angry at Zane, the younger brother would definitely feel like something was wrong at the change. It would be uncomfortable, and eventually he would start thinking of absolutely nothing except “Oh Irene did i do something that bad??” Especially after a longer period of time when it starts really affecting him.
He would literally start pestering HIM. Its like a role reverse in a way, and Zane would just find any chance he could get to go up and ask his brother “Talk to me. What is wrong??”
In the case of the older brother not around at all, Zane would fiddle more and become slowly insane. His routine being broken and the positive to his negative no longer around to make him feel complete and balanced.
If Garroth does forgive him or just in general comes back to being jolly and clingy, Zane would go back to being annoyed by him. But even so, he would be a bit more relieved to having things back to normal.
Basically: Garroth is the Yang to Zane’s Yin. Even if Garroth annoys Zane out of his mind, in a way he actually keeps Zane somewhat sane.