#the part where the guys head starts singing silent night holy night is so chilling to me like....

[t0kyo-l1ghts]

Spent a good chunk of my day playing chapter 3 of limbus and HOLY FUCK

I knew its gonna be fucked but i wasnt expecting to be THIS fucked???

[akfanficlove]

“Navy blue” - #SeblaineWeek2020

Written for Seblaine Week 2020 – Dalton

The AU where Blaine returns to Dalton because let’s be honest, it’s what should’ve happened after the breakup. Plus, the steroids-thing never happened because how ridiculous was that?  Check out all of my other Seblaine-stories here at AO3 :)

 “Don’t you dare, Jeffrey!” Sebastian’s voice echoes through the halls. “Don’t you dare cry! I swear to God, man the fuck up and stop behaving like a little pussy if someone only as much as looks at you the wrong way.”

“Okay, okay, why don’t we all calm down a little?”, Nick says, stepping between a frowning Sebastian and Jeff whose lips are trembling. “Jeff, we know you try your best, just keep working, you’ll be fine. Okay? Maybe we should all take 5, especially you, Sebastian. You’ve been an ass all week.”

Sebastian huffs. All week? More like 10 days. Since the day his beautiful plan of luring a certain ex-Warbler back home, back to the group, back to his brothers, failed. His advances dismissed just like the navy blue blazer by hazel eyes that used to be light and sparkling but became more dull and sad during the past months. Sebastian hated it. He hated him. And most of all he hated how much he still cared.

 Sure, to Hunter he sold it as a solid plan to win the next show choir competition, Blaine Anderson having more talent in his pinky toe than all of Ohio’s artists combined but in reality? If he was completely honest, he missed him, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. He is no fool, Trent probably has a shrine build for, quote, “the Blaine Anderson” but he is not that desperate. He has plenty of fun without Blaine. Or, well, he used to. Back then when they bonded over awful coffee and navy blue with red piping, but enduring the bad coffee was okay because Blaine liked it, Blaine laughed about his usual rant and his eyes were warm and honest and lovely – wait, what? Lovely? Okay, he is not a blushing teenage girl, he cannot say things like that, or even think them, for that matter.

Besides that Blaine somehow was a blushing teenage girl or, well, boy, technically. That whole bashful schoolboy thing he didn’t know he was doing? Usually not Sebastian’s style. But on Blaine? Super hot. Sometimes when he was in bed late at night, he wondered how far down this blush went on, how it would feel if he traced it with his fingertips and that thought alone leaves him hot and panting as his own hand trails down his body and he imagines it’s Blaine’s. When it comes to that, he is every way the teenage boy his 17 years of life make him… Get yourself together, Smythe!

He made a mistake, he apologized and maybe Blaine had even forgiven him a little but things never went back to how they were before. Blaine never smiled at him like that again, he thought Blaine never really smiled anymore at anyone but that didn’t make it any less painful. Not that he could really make this assumption, they barely see each other anymore. Not since the mistake.

The only time he saw glimpses of the old Blaine, Blaine Warbler, king of Dalton, was exactly 10 days ago when they started singing “Dark Side” and Blaine buttoned up the blazer. Blaine who jumped on furniture. Blaine who sang his heart out standing in the center of the stage, or, well, their choir room. Blaine whose eyes seemed a little more vibrant, alive with each word and note. Blaine in navy blue with red piping – pretty similar to the Blaine who was leaning into the doorway frame right now, hands tucked in grey slacks, feet wrapped in black dress shoes, crossed one over the other at the ankle and what the hell?

Sebastian shakes his head and closes his eyes. He is going crazy, his fantasies sneaking into reality because, oh boy, how often did he imagine that tiny frame wrapped in navy blue, red and grey, bent over a couch, a dresser, a table in the library. When he opens his eyes again – it might’ve only been fractions of a second but it sure felt like minutes – Blaine is still there, all prim and proper, still dressed in Dalton’s school uniform. Their eyes meet and if Sebastian was into cheesiness he might’ve been tempted to say that it feels like time stands still. Then he sees the shy smile on Blaine’s lips and the hope and fear in Blaine’s eyes. It’s all it takes to shake him out of his state of mind.

 “If you’re trying to spy on us, Killer, you are doing an awful job blending in, even with that uniform.” Sebastian gets up, casually making his way over to where Blaine is now standing straight, every other boy’s attention on him. “Everyone in these holy halls remembers the Blaine Anderson, you can’t really hide –“, Sebastian stops right in front of Blaine, towering over him, so Blaine has to look up to him with those eyes, gosh, those pretty, pretty eyes, full of uncertainty but also full of, what, hope? Fear? Hope and fear? “I’d recognize that ass even in slacks with a blazer trying to cover it up”, he says with his voice lowered.

The room is silent for a while, Blaine staring into Sebastian’s eyes until he takes a deep breath and says the absolutely last thing Sebastian would’ve expected: “I’m not here to spy on you, Sebastian. I’m not part of the New Directions anymore. I can’t be because”, another deep breath, “I don’t go to school there anymore. I’m back at Dalton, for good, and I’d like to audition for the Warblers.” Sebastian can only blink, his brain unable to cope with the information. Back at Dalton. Blaine is back at Dalton. And he’d like to audition. What?

After several seconds (minutes?) of silence, Blaine follows with a simple “Please” to the group standing behind Sebastian. He is not only asking Sebastian as Captain, he is asking the group he abandoned in favor of chasing a love that, in the end, shattered him again. He is asking his brothers who once picked up the pieces of his broken self when the broken bones had already healed, to do it again. He is asking to come home to a place where he always belonged and, more importantly, where he always felt like belonging.

 “Oh my god, yes!” Trent is the first to break the silence and it’s like those four words break down all the walls, Blaine finds himself wrapped in friends and hugs and “Man, we missed you”s. Hunter smiles almost genuinely when he extends his hand, shaking Blaine’s and saying something, probably something like “No need to try out, Anderson, you’re in” but Sebastian doesn’t hear a word he says, still standing on the same spot, frozen.

And then Blaine turns around, looks up to him with a smile Sebastian recognizes immediately. It’s the same fond smile Blaine had when he told Sebastian about the secret Warbler traditions he didn’t know about yet. The smile when he finally agreed that, yes, okay, fine, The Flash is hotter than Superman, chill. The smile Blaine had when Sebastian complained about Lima Bean coffee again and drank it nonetheless. Something inside of Sebastian stirs, a warmth spreading from his stomach to his fingertips and toes, a wide smile spreading on his face he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. It’s his eyes, Sebastian thinks, his eyes so full of joy and relief and excitement that have Sebastian surging forward, hugging the boy tight. He stills sees the pain hidden behind wide smiles and relaxation, feels the way his body is still tense in some places but he also feels Blaine’s hands resting on his back, rumpling the navy blue fabric and he never wants to let go. Has the sudden urge to hold this beautiful boy, hide him from the world so no one could ever hurt him again, safe and sound in their own little world. It’s cheesy and he almost wants to vomit when he thinks it, but it’s true anyway. He slowly pulls back, reluctant to let go and maybe he feels Blaine hesitate, too.

“Blaine Warbler, our lost sheep, has returned home, guys! Welcome back to the team, B…”, he says and, wait, what’s with the nickname, but then Blaine blushes and averts his eyes and what exactly was he just thinking about?

“Thank you, guys... Damn, I’m glad I’m back, I missed this.” Then, Blaine is talking, something about Grease and superheroes, about filling out papers and explaining to his parents, about moving into the dorms soon and starting school at Dalton again in a few weeks after break. All the time standing so close to Sebastian that he can feel his body heat, smell his cologne and something like coffee and raspberries, all the time with Sebastian’s hand on his lower back, feeling the press of his fingers against the navy blue blazer, his plain white dress shirt, his tan skin underneath. And somehow, it grounds him. Both of them.

[allthingskiszka]

My Favorite Asshole Pt.2

This is a Jake Kiszka x reader story but will involve the others. 

This will be a multiple part story and pretty lengthy, I also may be slow to upload because my work schedule is pretty crazy. with that being said here we go!!! (p.s sorry about any errors I will proof-read but may miss something)

Word Count: +1,600

Part One

As the 8th-period bell rang you and Ronnie walked towards the parking lot to meet her brothers and Danny at Josh’s van. You saw a very run down Volkswagon van come into view and a curly-headed Josh laughing and making jokes with a group of teens. You then felt a presence next to you when you looked up you came face to face with Sam, he had the brightest smile on his face.

“How was your first day, songbird?”

“Songbird, I don’t know about that; but today has been better then I imagined” you said with a slight laugh

“Oh you don’t like it, gives me even more reason to call you it, and of course today was better then you expected, you got to meet a really tall, very sexy, long-haired man”

you just rolled your eyes “yeah in your dreams Sammy, you’re not my type and you aren’t a man you’re a boy.”

“Oooo feisty, I like it. If I’m not your type then what is, because I’m everyone's type”

“That’s none of your business, but I can assure you, your not it”

“Wow, that hurt” Sam said with a slight laugh you just rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh when you got to the van you looked around and saw that everyone was there but Jake. You guys joked around for a bit and you looked in the distance and saw Jake walking towards you all holding hand with some girl. For some reason, this bothered you because while Sam wasn’t your type, Jake sure was. You just turned your head as they were a few feet away and started to talk to Ronnie. You heard Josh's voice break through all conversation

“Well if it isn’t the two love birds, Who take there time? We are all waiting on you Jake” Josh said with an annoyed tone to his voice.

“Whoa man, Take a chill pill. I was just walking Sarah to her car. Give me two seconds” you looked back at Ronnie with wide eyes she whispers in your ear 

“Josh can’t stand Jake’s girlfriend, well we all can’t stand her.” you just silently shake your head you guys pile into the van and wait for Jake to get back to the Van. When he got in he immediately started in with Josh.

“What the hell man, why do you have to be such an ass?”

“Me you're the one that took your sweet ass time getting to the van”

“Whatever man just lay-off next time, She doesn’t deserve to be shit on by you all the time”

“Bro, she legit has cheated on you twice and is a total bitch” you were taken aback by this, this is when Sam butts in

“While I agree with Josh, we should drop it. Let Jake get his heart broken again.”

“Fuck off Sam nobody asked you” this was getting extremely heated just as Sam was going to speak Ronnie cuts him off

“Hey all, this isn’t the time or place. You all need to calm down, Jake try to be on time, Josh bit your tongue next time, and Sam don’t go so far next time.”

“Whatever” Jake said with a huff. The drive to their place was pretty quiet Josh had to turn on some music. As Josh turns left on a country road Van Morrison- Into The Mystic starts to play.

“Hey Josh, can you turn this up, it’s one of my favorites” 

“Sure thing” as the song grew louder you started to softly sing you heard Josh and Sam join in and Ronnie just sway to the music; as the song fades Danny spoke

“Holy shit y/n, you’ve got pipes, Sam was right”

“Told you Danny songbird could replace Josh if he ever gets too annoying” Sam said with a laugh

“Thanks, Danny I dabble, and Sam if you call me songbird one more time I’ll kill you, also what am I replacing Josh in?”

“Our band, and I’m not scared of you one-bit songbird” Sam said in a sing-songy voice

“Hey, hey, hey nobody is replacing me in anything, but I dig the nickname. Your officially songbird”

“No, I am not” you say with a slight laugh

“I kinda like it too” Danny Said 

“I won’t call you that if you don’t want to be called that. But I can’t control these fools” Ronnie said with a giggle the van finally came to a stop. Jake was the first one out of the van and in the house, he slammed both doors in the process.

“He has such an attitude problem sometimes, sorry if it makes you feel awkward you’ll get used to it tho” Sam said reassuringly

“Yeah it’s super bad when Sarah is in the picture” Josh said quietly

“You should watch us practice later, we love getting new fans” Sam said with a laugh

“Oh totally, I have some homework and lines to practice, but I down.”

We walked in and Ronnie gave me a small tour of the house and we went and sat our stuff at the kitchen table to do our homework. About 2 hours had past and you guys just finished last of your homework Ronnie spoke up

“I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick before I start cooking dinner, do you want to see if Josh or Jake wants to run lines with you?”

“Sure” you guys got up and walked up the stairs towards Josh room you knocked but there was no answer 

“Maybe he went out, let's go see if Jakes in his room” you reached the last door at the end of the hall and Ronnie knocked softly you hear some light music playing in the background and footsteps coming to the door. As Jake opens the door he starts to speak 

“Josh, I told you to leave me be until after dinner...” as the door opens all the way your face to face with very annoyed jake, his face soon relaxes when he realizes it’s you and Ronnie

“Hey dork, Do you know where Josh is we can’t find him?”

“Nah, he was annoying me about an hour ago but I flipped out on him, he may have gone to the store”

“Oh okay, I’m gonna jump in the shower do you want to help run lines with y/n until I’m out?” Jake seemed to be taking back a little bit

“Sure, She probably needs all the help she can get.” he quickly recovered from his initial reaction.

“Cool, just don’t be a dick”

“Okay Ronnie” He said with an eye roll he then looked at you and opened his door wider letting you in you took a seat on the little couch he had by his window he closed the door and walked towards the record player

“What do you want to listen to?”

“I’m down for anything” your eye wandered down the back of him he was wearing grey joggers that fit him perfectly and a t-shirt that was a little cropped when he bent down to grab a new record his shirt lifted a little revealing his back you zoned a little and as he turned around you were still looking at him.

“Hey y/l/n my eyes are up here” he said with a smirk on his face

“Don’t flatter yourself Jake, I just zoned out” you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you quickly got in your bag and pulled out the script

“Don’t worry about it, I zone out all the time staring at people asses” he said with a laugh

“Whatever, do you want to get started”

“Sure” He sat down at the chair at his desk and you guys read your lines, sharing laughs when you messed up, and also getting to know each other a little bit. Time flew by next thing you know Ronnie was knocking at the door interrupting you and jake from your concentration. 

“Foods done, Get your asses down here. Mom and dad aren’t joining us I guess they are on a business trip. for the rest of the week.”

“What trip, they didn’t even tell us about it”

“Don’t ask me, maybe they just wanted to get away for the madness that is this house, How’s it going you guys feel confident in the parts?”

“We’re pretty much guaranteed the parts, Mrs.Jones always gives it to the soloist shes already picked in choir” Jake spoke you met the rest of the crew downstairs and start to eat, small talk broke out and Josh planned a little party for Saturday, You all spoke and joked around Jake even joined in which took you by surprise because he had been so quite previously. As you all finished the boys dragged you and Ronnie out to the garage so they could practice and play for you. As they started to play your eyes were immediately on Jake they way he played the guitar was unlike anything you have ever seen, you soon were broken out of your trance by the sound of Josh’s vocals your eyes start to drift around to each of the boys they all looked like they were having so much fun, you always found your way back to Jake, he caught you staring once and just smiled at you, you shook your head and looked a Sam he was on the keys having the absolute time of his life. You turned to Ronnie,

“They are really good like I’m shocked”

“Extremely good, they make me so proud”

“Nobody plays music like this anymore, What’s their band name?”

“Greta Van Fleet”

“I defiantly am not replacing Josh” you both laughed and went back to jamming out as the boy's practice came to an end Josh asked you what you thought.

“That was fucking incredible, like amazing your voice, Sam on bass and Keys, Danny’s drumming, and Jake on guitar, I mean come on, it amazing you guys are amazing”

“Thank’s songbird” Sam spoke

“Did you zone out at all y/l/n” Jake said with a cocky smirk on his face

“At times yes only during the guitar solos, they were kinda boring” you said with a laugh everyone joined in and jake just shook his head with a smile.

“Hey all as fun as this has been it’s getting kinda late, I think I should be heading home” you spoke “Me too” said Danny

“Yeah okay, I can take you guys” Josh spoke

“I’ll tag along” Ronnie said

As you climbed in the van your mind drifted to Jake. How could he have a girlfriend, this is just your luck. It’s probably for the best because you really like these guys no need to ruin that by falling for Jake. You guys drove in the night listening to music and talking. You couldn't wait to spend more time with the five of them. 

Tags @captainxmoony @lunautica13

[gayandtransboy123]

Rufus and Luke ch.1 The premier

Note: I DO NOT SHIP THESE PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE. I just had this idea and had to get it out of my head. it’s just for fun. You can also find this story on Archieve of Our Own, my username is Brandon_p. 

Luke Deacon was out of place. He didn't know anyone there except for Brian, Roger, and Freddie of course. He also had met Joe Mazzello a few times but he didn't really know him. Luke had felt out of place his entire life, at school and in the real world. Being too weird, or people not understanding his jokes.

The one person he did know was Delilah Mercury (Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton's daughter) and she isn't here yet, running late. So the only thing left to do was find a place to sit and wait. He was at the after-party at the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody, the Queen biopic. It was loud and there was a lot of lights, everything Luke hated. So he pulled out his phone.

The Gay brother (Cameron Deacon)

Luke: Cam

Luke: Cam

Luke: CAMMMMM

Cameron: what

Luke:I’m bored

Cameron: How's the premier?

Luke: BORRIINNGGG

Cameron: How can it be boring??

Luke: I don't know anyone

Cameron: where’s delilah?

Luke: She’s late

Luke: Wait she’s texting me, hold on

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: I’m coming

Luke: HURRRYYYY

Delilah: okay chill bro

Luke: no chill, never chill, i’m never chilly

Delilah: I’m outside

Luke: YAY

Luke started walking outside to see Delilah, but first, he had to get through the crowd. He was almost there when he bumped into Luke started walking outside to see Delilah, but first, he had to get through the crowd. He was almost there when he bumped into someone. “Sorry” He had long blond hair, and big blue eyes, probably one of the Taylor kids but he was too focused on getting to Delilah that he ignored him.

“Get yo ass over here” Luke yelled as he saw Delilah’s car pull up.

“Sup long legs,” Delilah said before pulling Luke into a hug. She was wearing a long floral dress and her long brown hair was pulled into a braid.

“Why you leave me” Luke complained like a child as Delilah pulled him inside.

“I left something at home” and that was all the explanation she gave him.

“Can we ditch the party?”.

“No, my dad wants us to be here and you need to make new friends” and they entered the building.

“Okay Mom” and they started walking through the crowd.

“RUFUS” Delilah practically yelled, almost bursting Luke’s eardrums.

“DELI,” The guy, named Rufus said and pulled Delilah into a hug.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you two,” Delilah said pointing to Luke and Rufus.” Luke this is Rufus Taylor” Luke recognized the man, it was the same pretty boy who bumped into him. “Rufus this is Luke Deacon”.

“We know each other,” both boys said in unison and they both let out a little giggle.

“Really how?” Delilah asked.

“He punched me,” Luke said innocently.

“I did not,” rufes said.

“Rufus why did you do that to your brother” aka mother Delilah.

“Get him, mom,” Luke said and Rufus laughed, Usually people would just stare at Luke funny if he made a joke like that but he seemed to get it.

“Is there a bar?” Delilah asked.

“Can you even drink?” Luke asked and received a punch in the shoulder.

“I’m 22, I’m not that short” and they all made their way over to the bar.

“I’m gonna go find my dad but Luke orders me a beer” and she hurried off, leaving Luke and Rufus. Luke made a mental note to punch her cause she knew he was bad with meeting new people.

“I’ll have a sprite” Luke ordered.

“I’ll have whiskey” Rufus ordered. Luke made a note of that ့ Likes Whiskey.

“Whiskey, wow” Luke commented.

“Being a good boy and ordering a soda I see”.

“Keep it pure for Jesus” Rufus shot him a million dollar smile. Luke pulled open twitter. Writing “This bitch ordered whiskey while I’m over here drinking my apple juice” and pressed tweet.

“What are you doing?” and he looked over at Luke’s phone.

“Tweeting about you,” He said smiling at his phone.

“Let me see” and Luke handed over his phone and went into laughing.”Your twitter is weird” he commented as he gave Luke back his phone.

“I just write what I think, I think a lot of weird things” and he nodded his head.

“Your honest, I like that” Holy shit was Rufus fucking Taylor flirting with him.

“You wanna bitch this place?” he asked.

“Yep,” He said instantly without thought and downed his whiskey. They didn't even think of Delilah, who was probably gonna be pissed tomorrow. They were close to the exit but Rufus ran into his sister.

“Where are you going?” asked Tiger Lily Taylor as she almost blocked the exit.

“Ditching” Rufus replied, trying to get around her.

“I’m telling dad” she sounded like she was 5.

“I’ll pay you 20$”.

“Fine, also who’s your friend” and she pointed straight at Luke.

“Luke Deacon this is my” and he wrapped his arms around Lily “My lovely sister Tiger Lily” and Luke gave a little wave before they left.

As they left Luke snapped a quick pic of the back of Rufus's head, which was now free of the tight bun he had before. He posted it on his Instagram story and captioned it “Blondie Bitch”.

“Where you wanna go?” Rufus asked as they headed towards his car.

“I Don’t know” Luke replied as they approached a car that was probably worth more than his life.

“Wanna get pizza?” he suggested.

“I could eat” and they drove to just a casual pizza place down the road. They were dressed up but they didn't really care.

“Pineapple on pizza?” going straight in with the good questions.

“Hell yeah,” and they got one large pizza and ate in the restaurant.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever had” Rufus was the kind of person to make a pizza taco, Luke noted that.

“Same here, and I eat a lot of pizza”. It doesn't seem real, going to a movie premiere and then hanging out with your uncle's attractive son. Eating pizza with Rufus Taylor. “I want avocado's” Luke blurted out.

“I love avocados” They looked at each other like they had just found their soul mates.

“I almost chopped my finger off while chopping one” him and Rufus both laughed. “Wouldn’t have been good seeing I play the guitar”.

“You're a musician?” Rufus asked, Luke never mentioned it.

“Yeah, I majored in drama in college but I play guitar and bass” and he grabbed another piece of pizza.

“I play drums, I play with Queen and my other band” Rufus replied.

“I do some solo music but I’m part of a band, I play and also sing”.

“Can I hear something?” and Luke pulled up his band's music (young limbs) on SoundCloud while they shared a pair of earbuds. Rufus was swaying back and forth while he listened. “You have a calming voice, it’s relaxing”.

“You like it?” he was surprised.

“Yah, I love it, it has a nice vibe” he sounded like such a hippie.

“What band do you play in?” Luke asked.

“It's called The Darkness, I play drums, I can’t sing” and they both chuckled.

They stayed in that pizza parlor for about 2 hours talking about anything and everything. It didn’t feel like two hours for Luke or Rufus. They finally snapped out of it when the parlor was closing. It was at 1 AM.

“Crap, it’s late I have to go,” Luke said, getting up

“Me too,” Luke said and was silent for a second “Can I have your phone?” he asked and Luke handed it over. “This is my number, call or text me okay” Luke nodded.

“Bye Rufus” Luke said leaving.

“Bye Luke,” he said with a smile as he left too and saw Luke step into a cab before he could even offer a ride home.  

Luke woke up to about 20 different text messages, mostly from Delilah and Cameron.

The Gay brother (Cameron Deacon)

Cameron: LUKE DEACON

Cameron: RESPOND

Luke: Good Morning to you too

Cameron: why u no respond

Luke: I had an interesting night  ;)

Cameron: WAS IT WITH THE BLOND BITCH

Cameron: I WANT ANSWERS

Cameron: WHO WAS IT

Luke: Rufus Taylor

Cameron: WHAT HAPPENED

Luke: Delilah introduced us and we got to talking

Cameron: DID YOU USE PROTECTION

Luke: I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HIM

Luke: anyway, we ditched the part and hung out in a pizza parlor all night

Cameron: how romantic ;)

Luke: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PERV

Cameron: my little boi making friends at kindergarten

Luke: shut up

Luke: Did dad call? I was supposed to call him but i forgot

Cameron: Yep, also he wants you over for breakfast

Luke: Okay, thanks dude

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU DITCHED ME x(

Delilah:ANSWER HOE

Luke: Hi

Delilah: DON'T HI ME HOE

Luke: sorry

Delilah: DID YOU RUN OFF WITH RUFUS

Luke: maybe ;)

Delilah: ANSWERS. BITCH

Luke: we got pizza and talked all night

Delilah: FUCK THAT’S CUTE

Luke: SHUT IT

Delilah: I SHIP IT

Luke: STOP

Delilah: Okay i’ll stop

Luke: Thank you :)

Delilah: are you gonna tx him?

Luke: Yah

Delilah: DO IT. DO IT.

Luke: I’m gonna do it

Delilah: GO GET HIM TIGER

Luke: SHUT UP

Blondie Bitch (Rufus Taylor)

Luke: Hey

Rufus: Hey

Luke: Delilah is pissed at us

Rufus: Yah, she sent me 20 text in all caps

Luke: all caps, that when you know it’s serious

Rufus: IKR

Rufus: Anyway, my band is having a show on sunday, do you wanna go?

Rufus: Delilah will be their

Luke: I’ll get back to you and see if i have anything on that day

Rufus: Okay, it will be good to see you there

Luke: and see you all sweaty

Rufus: playing drums is exhausting OKAY

Luke: We’ll see :)

Girl who’s named after a cat (Delilah Mercury)

Delilah: GET THAT DICK HOE

Luke: FUCK OFF

Luke buried his face in his pillow, he flirted with Rufus Taylor . FUCK. Then he remembered his dad and breakfast and quickly got up.

He wore his favorite comfy sweatshirt and jeans and headed off to his mother and father's house that was a little bit down the road. “Lukey” His mother greeted him with a smile, she was always a great mother.

“Hi, mommy” and he gave his mother a big bear hug and went into the house he grew up in. Same couch he threw up on when he got food poisoning and same carpet when he spilled noodles all over himself. Good times. “Hi Dad” he saw his father reading the paper at the dining table and gave him a hug.

“Morning Luke,” His father said giving him a big hug, he was a really good hugger. His father seemed to be in a good mood. Luke took his seat next to his father where breakfast was already set out in front of him.

“Dad I’m sorry I forgot to call you last night, I was so tired when I got home, I completely forgot”. His dad just nodded and gave a smile.

“It's fine Luke, did you have a good time?” his father asked.

“Yah, I saw uncle Brian, Roger, and Freddie, they said to say hi and that they miss you and you should give them a call”. His father said nothing to that. Freddie was still alive but John still retired in the ’90s and hasn't been in contact with any of them in a while. “I also met Joe, the guy who’s playing you, he’s really nice and looks a lot like you” and Luke took a sip of his tea.

“Meet anyone else?” he asked setting down his paper.

“I mostly hang out with Delilah (Lie) and Rufus (truth)” and his father's ears perked up when he mentioned Rufus.

“Rufus Taylor?” he asked and moved a little closer to Luke.

“Yah” he replied taking a bite of his eggs and his dad let out a little chuckle.

“The Taylor children are crazy, I wouldn’t hang around them if I were you” what the fuck was that supposed to mean? Luke didn't say anything. They talked for the next hour about anything, life and weird things that happened at bingo. Luke enjoyed spending time with his father, he came over every Sunday for dinner and his dad came over to his place often. He had a very close relationship with his father. Luke didn't know why his father had something against the Taylor children.

Luke left when he had band practice and gave his father a big hug before he left. Band practice was going well, they were writing music for the album they wanted to release next year. When they went for lunch Luke pulled out his phone.

Blondie Bitch (Rufus Taylor)

Luke: I don't have anything on Sunday

Luke: I can make it

Rufus: YAY, Delilah and me will pick you up around 7

Luke: Can’t wait

Rufus: Me neither :)

Holy shit this Taylor child was going to be the death of him.

Hope you liked this chapter. If you guys like it i’ll keep posting here on tumblr but I will be updating on Archieve of Our Own. Thank you for reading :) 

-Brandon

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

- I(tm)

- AM(tm)

- S T R E S S E D (tm)

- So like first let me say: The kids were FANTASTIC. Best performances of their lives!!!!

- everything that could have possibly gone wrong went the fuck wrong

- A DISASTER

- You know in horror movies were like one person gets infected or some shit but you think everything is fine until suddenly everyone is dying? Literally.

- May I remind you that mics have been perfectly fine all week,

- Opening number, Vanessa is doing her little bit and there’s just a tiny. Glitch.

- Like her mic dropped for half a second. It was hardly noticible. Tom and I literally double checked like “you heard that right?” But it was completely fine so we were like “It’s probably nothing”

- WELL GUESS THE FUCK WHAT

- IT SPREAD LIKE A PLAGUE. IT STARTED SLOW BUT IT SOON CONSUMED THE ENTIRE CAST. THE MICS WOULD GLITCH OUT LIKE EVERY FIVE GOD DAMN SECONDS. JUST IN AND OUT AND IN AND OUT IT WAS T E R R I F Y I N G

- I’m fucking. Borderline screaming. Tom looks like he’s going to punch something and is running around checking for what the problem was. THERE WAS NO VISIBLE PROBLEM. THIS SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN HAPPENING.

- And then it just???? Fucking stopped on it’s own???? What the FUCK. Sometime right before 96,000 it all just went back to normal holy shit

- BUT THEN THE MUSIC WAS LIKE “Is it chill if we just...stop working at random intervals? Gucci.” SO SOMETIMES WE’D HAVE FULL ORCHESTRA AND OTHER TIMES IT WOULD JUST DROP TO ONLY KEYBOARD

- AND something was up with the fucking keyboard’s speaker??? Because of course.

- Guys seriously we literally STILL DON’T KNOW what happened! At intermission Tom and I were just dying and finally he’s like “I don’t care anymore I’m just gonna see what the hell is wrong with the keyboard” and returned 3 minutes later, still no answers, and was like “You know what? ‘Blackout’ sounded fucking amazing and that’s what matters to me” like we honestly just quit oh my God

- However the kids really powered through all the issues and didn’t let it trip them up so that was good

- Meanwhile, though, the audience was FUCKING HILARIOUS I LOVED THEM

- I’m...fully convinced half this audience had never been to a musical before in their entire lives, and even if they had they had never seen or listened to In The Heights so their reactions were great.

- Lot of gasping holy shit it was so funny. “I got more hoes than a phone book in Tokyo” *GASP* “What do I do with this winning ticket?” *G A S P*

- The opening of act 2 when Benny and Nina are on the fire escape and clearly had sex the night before? G A S P

- Guys it was so funny. And they were clearly loving the music and laughing at all the jokes- every scene got deafening applause omfg

- They were all clearly very much sucked into the story so that was just so fun to see

- They tried to cornrow Benny’s hair

- That was quit half way through thank God omfg

- Also mildly off topic but when I was getting his mic on him he hadn’t done his bun yet and that boy has a fantastic head of hair holy shit

- “OH MY GOD THAT HAT CANNOT HAPPEN YOU LOOK LIKE THE PERSON FROM THE LORAX”

- There was a moment before they opened the doors and the entire theater was quiet but suddenly all (like...8 or 9) boys could be heard singing “Baby” by Justin Bieber at the top of their lungs in their dressing room. No explanation as to why

- They announced that the fall show was Pippin and Steven got a fucking baseball bat and starting balancing it on his fingers yelling “JUST IN TIME” (he had apparently ‘just discovered’ this talent on Sunday and has been talking about it like non-stop since)

- The girl playing Graffiti Pete had a bunch of school friends come to the show. They all shrieked every time she opened her mouth holy shit

- Before the show the director was giving notes and she said something like “This is right after Claudia’s death-” and half the cast was like “Tag you’re fucking spoilers” omfg

- And then when mic checks were happening Steven sang “atencion” and Tom cut him off yelling “SPOILERS, SPOILERS” instead of “good” lmao

- Okay so like...is there a little kids show character that I resemble or something????

- There were a lot of kids in the audience (probably like actor’s siblings or something) and like...during intermission an alarming amount of them were staring or waving at me with shy smiles or pointing me out to their parents who seemed to know what they were thinking and I was just like....Who do you think I am?????? Oh my God

- No one actually tried to talk to me but a few looked like they wanted to??? A few even got some of that gentle parental shove thing??? What is happening I’m so confused over this????

- Oh my God you know how in Boy Meets World, Rider Strong hated his fucking hair and as a result we were blessed with Shawn constantly aggressively raking his hair back with his hands???? There was a boy sitting directly in front of me who did that literally the entire show to the point where I was like....You need to stop I gotta see what’s happening on stage omfg

- Also lol I guess he was there for his ensemble sisters(tm) or something bc he cheered for everyone who came out for bows except he booed for one specific group of girls lol

- I was on my phone before the show and the directors husband made Tom get my attention just so he could silently give me a thumbs up before walking away so we were laughing at that

- He did give me free skittles at intermission tho which was rad (he tried to give me like the entire table for free lmao)

- The choreographer was working the spotlight (which she admitted she was confused by) and she was super tired and lowkey joked about falling asleep and falling over on the job before the show started but somewhere during act 2 I fucking saw the sliding spotlight and panicked lmao

- Her and Drew were bonding over being bad at spotlight and everyone in the back area said “you guys are better than Jimmy” in perfect unison lmao

- Usnavi was borderline sobbing by his last line in the finale omg

- We couldn’t fucking get a sound effect for the fireworks so for the final part of ‘blackout’ when you’re supposed to hear them the pianist deadass just whistled the noise omfg

- Nina and Abuela Claudia were the fan favorites, as I predicted

- Benny was a little off his game but I still support him

- Lowkey there’s a couple guys in this show who have never done any shows before and I’m not sure if he’s one of them??? He seems like he is so I think he was probably just nervous or something

- Everyone was sneezing and coughing bc why not

- Before the show the Piragua Guy was berating himself as per usual and the only cheer-me-up anyone could think to give him was “It sounds great! It’s just like, the words that you’re having trouble with!” lmao but he KILLED IT I was v proud the audience loved him

- Like 20 minutes before we let people in we had the directors daughter, in heels, on a fucking ladder painting over parts of the shop signs bc we realized that even though they had professional looking signs made they all had Philadelphia area codes on them lmao

- Oh God. So remember the not-screwed-in door I was complaining about???

- Well. They screwed it in. Backwards.

- And it makes an obnoxious noise when it opens and closes, and also doesn’t close all the way l m a o

- The programs all went missing lmao

- I found one box hidden away thank God but??? Apparently there’s supposed to be more. So we might just run out of programs during the second show

- LMAO DURING HER OPENING SPEECH THE DIRECTOR DEADASS PRONOUNCED LIN MANUEL MIRANDA’S NAME WRONG COULD YOU GET ANY MORE #ICONIC(tm)

- Tom fist pumped multiple times in pride and excitement when the show finally ended lmao

- THE GOT THE GRATE WITH ABUELA CLAUDIA’S FACE ON IT HOOKED UP (another audience gasp moment) AND HONESTLY???? I TEARED UP

- Lmao I’m pretty sure Tom was also lowkey crying at the end I didn’t say anything tho

- There’s more but it’s almost 2 in the morning lmao so anyway!!! Hopefully tomorrow runs a little more smoothly!!! And hopefully we get another great audience!! Overall it was great so I’m all pumped

[rythyme]

6. Serenade // Nurseydex

« {Part 6 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: Musician!Dex AU where they both still go to Samwell, but they don’t play hockey. Dex plays guitar and Nursey is a poet. Enjoy!

There were lots of downsides to living in the dorms. Communal bathrooms were one. Then there was the shared kitchen, the drunk freshmen tramping through the hallways at 3 AM, and dealing with roommates. One of the things that Derek didn’t mind, however, was being close to the dorm’s practice rooms.

The practice rooms were small supposedly sound-proof rooms were dorm residents could practice musical instruments without disturbing their neighbors. It was a good idea, theoretically—except whoever had designed he building hadn’t apparently had a very good understanding of acoustics. Not only were the walls of every dorm room deplorably thin (Derek really shouldn’t have this good of an idea of how often his neighbor got laid), but the practice rooms were also not nearly as “sound proof” as advertised.

Derek’s dorm room was right above his building’s practice rooms. There were a lot of people who complained about the noise, but Derek found himself enjoying the quiet melodies that leaked up from the floor below him most evenings. It wasn’t like the sound was keeping him awake—the practice rooms were closed after eleven, and Derek was never asleep before midnight.

Tonight was an unusually quiet night. Someone had been practicing Bach on the clarinet a couple hours ago, but since then the floor below had been silent. It was starting to put Derek on edge. He had two different poetry assignments to finish tonight, and the words just weren’t coming to him. Nothing he wrote down seemed worth keeping.

And then, like a Godsend, there was music—a guitar.

It was quiet, almost difficult to hear unless he was listening for it. He didn’t hear guitars in the practice rooms very often; usually the room was monopolized by band and orchestra kids. Tonight, however, it seemed that someone new had entered the scene. The pleasant harmony of the musician’s warm-up chords was already starting to get Derek’s pen moving.

A choir at his fingertips, each chord a song its own…

The musician eventually transitioned into playing full songs instead of just chords. Even though he wasn’t sure exactly what the names of the songs were, Derek thought he recognized some of the artists—Ben Harper, Ray LaMontange, Jack Johnson, a little bit of early Coldplay. The music was acoustic, soft, slow. It was totally different from the kind of music Derek listened to.

He moved onto the floor, sitting with his back against the wall and his notebook balanced on his knee. The poetry was flowing freely now. Derek felt like he was sinking into warm water, letting the hushed strums of the guitar wash over him in the otherwise quiet room. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the guitarist singing the lyrics.

“I can resist anything but temptation from you, but I'd rather walk alone than chase you around. I'd rather fall myself than let you drag me down.”

Derek finished his poetry assignments in record time and found himself lying on the floor with his laptop, torrenting album after album of acoustic guitar music and trying to find the songs his neighbor below was playing. These songs, they were… nice. More than nice. Derek hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time.

And then suddenly, the guitar stopped. The room was quiet again. It was like it had never happened.

Derek decided to go to bed early that night.

He couldn’t get the songs out of his head for the next week. They kept coming back to him during lecture, at lunch, when he was trying to read poetry in the quad. He started to wonder what the musician looked like. He had absolutely no clue, which was infuriating. All he had was a voice.

He began to pay extra attention to the music coming from the floor below, hoping he might hear that guitar again. No such luck. A week and a half of violins, trumpets, and clarinets floated by like a fog, heavy and monotonous. His poetry started to take on a dark, desperate edge, which was always a bad sign. His poetry tended to show symptoms before he did.

Then, finally, ten days later, he heard it—the soft strumming of chords, the warmup set. He put down his homework, spread himself out on the floor, and closed his eyes. All the tension bled out of him in a sigh, and God, how had he gotten so reliant on this musician?

“That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find, and anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind.”

The music went on for another hour or so before it stopped this time. The moment the quiet started, Derek began to panic a little. What if this was the last time this person practiced here? What if he never heard them again? Before he really knew what he was doing, he grabed his keys and headed out the door, making for the stairs. He took them two at a time and slid in front of the door of the practice room just as someone was leaving, and—oh.

Wow. He was kind of gorgeous.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” the musician said, slinging his guitar case over his shoulder. He had red hair and freckles and eyes that were some kind of impossible shade of amber that left Derek staring a lot more than he should’ve been. “Were you waiting for the practice room?”

“Oh, no, no, not me,” Derek stammered. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to fight back the sudden wave of anxiousness that clung to his throat. “Uh, I just. You sound good.”

“You mean the guitar?” the guy said. Derek nodded. “Oh. Thanks, man.”

“Do you play a lot?”  Derek asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.

“Not as much as I’d like,” the musician shrugged. “I’m a CS major, so, you know. Not a lot of free time for music.”

“That’s too bad. You’re really talented.”

The guy looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, not really. Thanks for saying so, though.”

“No, I mean it,” Derek insisted. “Do you ever perform?”

“Huh?”

“You know, in front of an audience?” The guy shook his head. “Well, if you wanted to, I know this coffee shop a couple blocks east of campus. Every Thursday night they have an open mic session at six. It’s pretty chill.” Derek was aware that he was rambling, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from talking. “I go for the poetry most of the time, but there are always a few musicians. Musicians get the best tips, I think. It’s never a waste of time, you know?”

The guy looked a little shell-shocked. Shit, Derek had talked too much. “That… sounds interesting,” the guy said eventually. “Which coffee shop is it at?”

“Oops, sorry. It’s Annie’s.”

“Oh yeah, I know Annie’s.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, yeah. Thursdays at six, you said, right?”

“Yeah, Thursdays at six,” Derek repeated. “On days when I’m performing, though, I usually try to get there a little earlier, so I’d recommend getting there at about 5:45?”

“You perform?” his guitarist asked.

“Yeah. Sometimes,” Derek said. He scuffed his shoe on the floor a little. “Slam poetry, mostly.”

The guy was staring at him a little, like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of him. Derek tried to stand a little straighter. He and the musician were the same height, he realized. Fuck, that was kind of hot.

“Can I get your number?” the guy asked after a few beats. “Just—in case I have any questions, about the open mic. Um.”

“Sure, of course,” Derek said, a little too quickly. “That’d be—yeah, good thinking.”

“Here, if you want, you can type it into my phone, or—” Derek had already taken a pen out of his back pocket and was holding it poised in front of him. “Oh, I don’t really have any paper besides sheet music….”

“I could write it on your hand?” Derek suggested.

“Oh, sure,” the musician said. He held out his hand, palm up, and Derek took it. The act of writing the numbers on his pale skin was surprisingly intimate. Derek’s heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he could hear the other student’s breath catch a bit. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one a little flustered by this encounter.

“There,” Derek said when he was done. “Feel free to text me if you have questions. I’m Derek, by the way.”

“Thanks. My name’s Will.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Will,” Derek grinned in what he hoped was a charming way. “I’ll see you Thursday?”

“Yeah, you bet,” Will said. He smiled back, just the slightest curve of his lips, but it made Derek’s heart skip a beat. “See you, Derek.”

“Definitely,” Derek said. Then Will was walking up the stairs, and pretty soon he was gone. Derek was alone in the hallway in front of the door of the practice room.

Holy shit.

Derek slowly made his way back up to his room, his heart hammering fast in his chest. Did he really just give his number to the hot guitar player he’d been obsessing over for the past week? Fuck. This was happening. This was real.

He couldn’t wait for Thursday.