that band with that drummer with the incredible eyes

bookgal13  asked:

How about Jamie and Claire take Manhattan (mid-20th century AU)?

We Live For Love

Two hours into their first rehearsal, Jamie Fraser asked Claire Beauchamp for a break.

Ever since he had shuffled out of The Broch and shrugged his shoulders against the cold wind pushing toward the East River, heading to catch the IRT back downtown, his mind had been swirling.

At this time yesterday he had been ironing his jeans, dreaming of taking the stage at Madison Square Garden. Standing by the side of some faceless frontman whose wails matched those of his guitar.

Now he was sweating in a third-floor room of a run-down factory, in between the flophouses and Chinese restaurants which reminded him why he always steered clear of the Bowery, praying the electricity wouldn’t fry his only amp – and trying for the life of him to figure out how to coax Claire into sounding like a rock and roll star.

Claire looked from Jamie to Ian – sweating behind his drum kit – to Willie Coulter, another guy from The Broch who Ian had quickly pressed into service as a bassist.

“Sure – I don’t mind if you guys smoke. But I could use some lunch.”

Willie set down his bass and Ian stood, stretching. “Want us to bring you something? I gotta take a walk.”

“The Chinese place two doors down has good lo mein. I’ll pay you back.”

“Get me one, too?” Jamie met Ian’s eyes in silent understanding. “And a Coke?”

“Sure.” Willie nodded, and soon his and Ian’s footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

Jamie shifted his guitar and turned to face Claire. She was perched on a high stool – just like she had been last night – pursing her lips.

“Look – you got a gorgeous voice, Claire.”

“I hear a ‘but’ coming,” she sighed.

He licked his lips. “But you can’t just sing like you’re on a Broadway stage, or in a cabaret. Your voice is too thin above the music that way. It’ll get lost. And you *can’t* get overpowered by the music.”

“I’m not overpowered – ”

“It’s not *you,* Claire!” He stepped a bit closer to her, feeling the ancient floorboards give a little. “Nothing is about you. It’s your *voice.* It’s about how you present your voice – it’s about your attitude. You have to really *feel* what the song is. To really *feel* the instruments – the rumble of the bass, the thump of the drums.”

She stood then, holding her ground. “I don’t want to yell or scream. I can’t lose my voice.”

“You won’t,” he promised. “I won’t let you. Look – you brought me here to help you. Let me help you.”

His eyes searched for hers, pleading. Willing her to understand what he was saying.

Wanting more than anything to establish that connection.

He launched into the opening riff of Blondie’s “Call Me” – the song they’d picked as the first to rehearse.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,” he counted, watching her. “One more! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight – GO!”

“Color me your color, baby, color me your car,” she sang. “Color me your – ”

Abruptly he stopped. “No, Claire – no. You can’t just sway into it – it’s not supposed to be a smooth transition from note to note. That’s not how Debbie Harry does it – that’s not how you’ll do it. Make it choppier. Again.”

She frowned, nodded. Wanting to argue back – but willing to learn. Open to his advice.

Four bars – sixteen beats for the intro. He nodded her cue.

“Color me your color, baby – ”

Again he stopped. “No, Claire. Too much. Too choppy.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Show me, then.”

“You’ve got to remember that this is a song about a gigolo, Claire. It’s not a nice topic. Put yourself in his shoes. ‘Color me your color, baby…’”

Then she tried it again.

“Closer. Getting there. You have to just let it out, Claire. Forget every fucking thing your fancy voice coaches ever taught you. Push yourself into it. Let that beautiful voice just GO.”

She looked like she wanted to say something – but then thought again. Steeled herself.

Holy God, she was a warrior.

He plucked the opening chords again – and then –


Her gorgeous soprano floated aggressively over his raw guitar. Ethereal.

“Keep going!” he yelled over the chord progression between the chorus and next verse. “You got this. Keep going!”

She smiled triumphantly. So radiant. And drew from some spirit dwelling deep within her, and sang her heart out.

“Come up off your color chart – I know where you’re coming from – Call me!”

“Call me!” Jamie echoed the backing vocal.

“On the line, call me, call me any, anytime. Call me!”

Her eyes locked with his.

“Call me!”

It happened then – a connection sparking between them. In an instant, he recognized himself in her. Saw his future in her.

“My love, you can call me any day or night. Call me!”

And from the stunned look in her eyes, she did as well.

They finished the song, transfixed in each other.

Shaking with adrenaline.

And woke to the enthusiastic whoops and whistles of Ian and Willie, arms weighed down with paper bags full of egg rolls and lo mein and fortune cookies.

By three o’clock they’d nailed down not just “Call Me,” but also a fun, rollicking version of John Cougar Mellencamp’s “I Need A Lover.” A more traditional rock song, but with much different timing and tempos than Blondie.

It wasn’t too difficult for Willie or Ian – but Claire was clearly exhausted. She was too stubborn to admit it, but the last thing Jamie wanted was for her to truly blow out her voice on their first day.

“Hey – let’s call it a day?” he suggested after they’d finished yet another run-through, watching Claire quietly lean against the stool for support. She had been on her feet since they’d finished lunch – rocking and lunging and strutting as she sang. Her voice – and, more importantly, her confidence – seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each song.

But there was such a thing as too much practice. And Jamie desperately wanted to get some time alone with her.

“Yeah, fine by me,” she agreed, bending over to take a sip from her Coke. “You guys OK with that? Will you be ready for Murtagh to visit in the morning?”

“Not a problem.” Willie was already packing up his bass, and Ian reached for the bag where he kept his drumsticks. “You OK, Claire? Want me to walk you to the subway?”

“We’re going to stay back a bit,” Jamie interrupted, slipping his guitar off his shoulder and nonchalantly unplugging his amp. “Want to pick another song for tomorrow. Three is always better than two.”

He turned back to Claire, who had climbed back up on the stool, watching the three men put away their instruments.

“I want to thank all of you,” she said quietly. Voice strong, but a bit subdued. Awed.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Claire,” Ian smiled back. “We’re happy to – ”

“With respect, Ian,” she interrupted, “You don’t understand. This is – I’ve waited for this day for so long. It’s a dream I’ve risked a lot for. And you’re helping make that dream come true. So thank you.”

Willie picked up his case and softly crossed the room to gently lay a hand on Claire’s shoulder.

“We’re not done yet – tomorrow’s another day.”

She smiled at him – suddenly looking so tired. “Indeed it is. See you here at ten sharp?”

Ian shrugged into his backpack, clapped Jamie on the shoulder, and once again the drummer and bassist for their still-unnamed band slipped out of the rehearsal space.

Jamie knelt to close his guitar case, then stood to face Claire.

How to keep her by his side now, for even a few more minutes? How to extend this indescribable, incredible day?

“You want to get a drink somewhere?” he heard himself say.

This time when she smiled, it went all the way to her eyes.

God, she was beautiful.



Blondie, “Call Me”:

John Mellencamp, “I Need A Lover”:

Stupid Little Obsession – Part II

Word Count: 1394

Requested: Anon

Pairing: Josh Dun/ Reader

Warning: Nothing?

A/N: So I loved writing the first part so I thought I’d write a part II. Let me know what you guys think? Also should I do a part 3? I’ve added some photos to help you picture things better, should I keep doing this? I did a cliff-hanger but I can do another part if everyone wants me to. Sorry if it’s a bit lame..

Part I

Originally posted by fearsbegintomultiply

You wake up the next morning and Josh is still sleeping next to you. He looks so peaceful and handsome.

“You know it’s weird to stare at people while they sleep.” He said with his eyes still closed.

“Well I don’t care. If I see an attractive dude I’m going to look at him, sorry.” You say.

He opens his eyes and looks at you. He laughs and grabs your side to pull you towards him. He kisses you.

“You’re cute.” He said.

You smile and hide in his chest. He strokes your hair while you draw circles on his chest.

“Look if you want me to go I can, I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“That’s definitely not what I want. I wasn’t just using you for sex. I actually find you interesting and beautiful. I really want to get to know you more.” He said.

“Okay. I’d like that. Why don’t I go make us some breakfast?” You ask.

You push yourself up off the bed but he grabs you and pulls you towards him. He cuddles you tight.

“No, I don’t want you going anywhere.”

“Josh, I’m hungry.” You say.

“Well we will go out for breakfast.” He states.

“After that I have to go home and see my mum. Do you want to join? You don’t have to though.” You ask.

“Sounds fun. I’d love to. He said while giving you a light peck.

You then grab your phone to text your mum because you forgot last night.

To: Mum

Hey mum sorry for not letting you know I wasn’t coming home last night. Stayed at someone’s house. I will be home later today. I have someone I want you to meet.

Love you xx

From: Y/N

Your mum replied straight away.

To: Y/N

Ok honey see you then. Is this a man you’re introducing me? Did you stay at a man’s house? Ohh this is exciting. Talk about it when you come home today.

Love you too xx

From: Mum

You smile at how your mum is more excited than you are. She is always trying to set you up with different men.

“What are you smiling at? I like your smile, you should smile more.” You hear Josh say.

“Just my mum that’s all.”

You both hop out of bed and you put your clothes back on. Josh gets dressed into his NASA shirt, a grey snapback, some black skinny jeans and some vans. Man, he looked so good. He catches you staring at him and walks towards you. He gets to you and slides his hands around to grab your ass. You giggle a little and wrap your hands around his neck and stand on your tip toes. He lifted you up by your thighs so you were straddling him. He pushed you up against the wall and deepened the kiss.

“I don’t think I will ever be able to get use to the feeling of kissing you. Man it’s amazing.” Josh whispered.

“Are you implying that we are going to be together for a while?” You ask.

“I hope so because I’d be an idiot to let you go.” Josh said.

You blush and look down. Josh’s phone starts ringing. He walks out of the room to take the call so you sit on his bed and wait for him. A while later he walks back into his room and stands in front of you.

“So I have some news for you. That was Tyler. Apparently he mentioned you to our manager and said that you were so amazing at taking photos. We are actually looking for someone to go on tour with us to photograph us. So our manager wants to meet with you about coming on tour with us. And before you protest, yes I would love for you to come.” Josh announced.

“Are you serious? Are you joking with me? I can’t believe this. This isn’t happening right now.” You yell while Josh finishes the pancakes off.

“I’m deadly serious. He wants to meet with you tomorrow, he wants you to bring a portfolio with you and he wants to see the photos you took of us. He seems very keen. Tyler showed him a couple of your photos but it was on his phone so they were pretty small.”

“This is like a dream come true. Holy shit. We better get some printed today after we go to mine we will head out to the shops to print some.” You say excitedly.

“We better get going then.” Josh said.

You gather all your belongings and head to your car. You open the car and hop in. It’s only a short drive to your house that you share with your mum. You park in the driveway. You and Josh hop out of the car and walk to your front door. You open it and walk inside.

“Mum I’m home.” You yell out.

You hear your mum walking upstairs and then you see her at the top of the staircase. She looks from you to Josh with an eyebrow raised.

“So this is the guy that you said.” Your mum says.

“Mum this is Josh, Josh this is my mum.” You answer.

“Nice to meet you Mrs Y/L/N” Josh said while shaking your mum’s hand.

“Oh, please call me Annie. Calling me that makes me sound old.” Your mum said while pulling him into a hug.

“Okay mum, I’m going to get dressed, please don’t annoy him too much. I’ll explain everything when I come down.” You say while running up the stairs.

You walk back downstairs with a grey crop top, a nice black/ navy jacket, some black ripped skinny jeans and doc martins. Josh and your mum were talking but as soon as Josh heard you coming he turned around and looked at you. He stopped talking and stared at you with his mouth hung open. Your mum realised and looked at what he was so infatuated with.

“Whoa, you look beautiful.” Josh said.

“Thank you. This is nothing.” You say to Josh.

You turn to look at your mum and she has a huge smile on her face. You roll your eyes.

“Okay mum. Do you remember me telling you about Twenty One Pilots? How they are my favourite band? Well Josh is the drummer from that band.” You tell her.

“What! That’s amazing Y/N. Josh you seem like a lovely man.” Your mum said.

“Mum that’s not all. I have been asked to go on tour with them to take photos of them.”

“Oh my god. What an incredible opportunity Y/N. I’m so proud of you. Your dad is too. We love you so much.” Your mum said while hugging you.

“Thank you mum. We have to go out to get some of my photos printed. We will be back later okay?” You say.

She nods and holds her hands over her mouth. You smile at her and kiss her cheek. You walk out to the car with Josh but before you get there he quickly spins you around and kisses you.

“Your mum is so cute. She’s really nice. I see where you get it from now.” Josh said.

You smile and hop into the car.

-Skip to after the shops and back at Y/N’s-

You walk back into the house

“Mum we’re back. We will be upstairs if you need us.” You yell out.

“Okay honey.”

You run up the stairs with Josh following you. You walk into your room and put the sleeve of your photos on your desk. You lay down on your bed and Josh joins you.

“Nice room you got.” He said observing your room.

“Thanks.” You say and roll onto your side facing him.

He looks at you and you look down at his lips. He grabs the side of your face and moves you towards him. You kiss him and he slips his hand to your back and rests it there. You flip on top of him and keep kissing him. You pull at his top and he leans up off the bed enough for you to take his top off. You run your hands along his chest and he starts kissing your neck.

“Y/N I have a surprise for you, come downstairs please.” Your mum yells at you.

Reporter/Muggle Band Star AU

Remus was so glad that he was the one to get this interview. The Marauder band was the new star baby and he knew this would be the boost he needed for his promotion.

The band would be  arriving in two days and  performing the following night before flying to the other part of the world.

Remus didn’t really know anything about them. So he looked for their music and plugged in his earphones and started his research. Apparently, the band was composed of 3 members.

James Potter was the guy with dark skin and incredibly wild hair. He would be on piano most of the time, though he would sometimes accompany the lead singer.

Peter Pettigrew was the drummer and had wispy blond hair. He always looked after the technical part of their concerts.

Then we had Sirius Black. He was truly gorgeous with his long shiny black hair, pouty pink lips and grey eyes. He was the lead singer of the band. All rumours and stories about the band were based on him-be it fans shipping him with any person possible, tabloids propagandizing hook-ups. If Remus was to believe at least half of the stories, then Sirius was quite the the heartthrob: hooking up with anything with a pulse and leaving them without any back glance.

There was also the fact that he was a trans man. Almost every interview he had read had questions about his gender and some were more than invasive asking his dead name or what he had in his pants.

After a few hours of research, Remus prepared his questions making sure each time that none of them were invasive or rude while they still satisfied the readers’ curiosity and fascination.

Finally on the night of the concert, Remus showered and put on some jeans and a clean black shirt.

He went straight back stage and watched the concert from there.

Sirius was swaying his hips with the music, clapping his hand along the crowd and moving his head. He looked like the music was carrying him.

At the end, the band came back. James Potter ran into the arms of a man looking like the exact copy of Sirius and kissing him soundly. When they pulled back, Remus noted the other man was slightly taller than the singer and the edges in his face were sharper.

Turning back, he saw Sirius eyeing him curiously.

“Alright boys. Go wash yourselves. A reporter is supposed to come here in some moments.” A woman with bright red hair said.

Just as the musicians went, Remus presented himself to their manager Lily Evans-the ginger woman.

Sirius was the first out of the showers, grinning with his hair slightly damp.

“Hello Mr. Black. I am Remus Lupin from D8 channel. I am here for an interview with you and your band mates. Would you rather we start immediately or we wait for your friends?” Remus extended his hand.

“Oh we should start right now and… alone.” Sirius said with a lecherous grin.

Remus face felt got but he refused to get overwhelmed. The star probably did this act with everyone else.

Just then, the other Marauders joined them. James hugged him while Peter simply extended his hand. The interview went as well as it could. They all shared a few laughs, while Remus tried his best to stop Sirius’ flirting without being rude.

In the end, James invited him to their hotel for a drink. Regulus, James’ boyfriend, joined them at the hotel bar.

At some point, when he was more than slightly tipsy, the James, Reg and Peter went up to their rooms leaving Sirius and Remus alone.

“I saw you looking at me more than often. So are you pushing me away because of my reputation or because I really repulsed you?” Sirius simply asked.

Shocked, Remus blinked before carefully answering “erm, well I’ve heard about your hookups and to be honest, no-one could be repulsed by you.”

“Well I don’t do that anymore you know. The hookups I mean. I mean I used to do that when I was younger to piss my mother off. But I stopped after some years.”

Apparently, they both moved towards each other during the conversation. Remus suddenly found himself really close to Sirius’ face. He could see the flecks of blue in his blown grey eyes and could even count the creases in his bottom lip.

Sirius cupped his cheek and drew his thumb across Remus lips. “Can I kiss you Remus Lupin?”

Remus simply nodded and their lips crashed. Sirius was biting and sucking in his lips.

“Can we move to your room?

Pulling on his hand, Sirius almost tripped on his feet in his rush causing the other boy to chuckle.

They were both in a rush to remove their clothes. Remus touching and kissing every bit if skin he found. He traced the two moon scars beneath Sirius’ nipples before kissing them.

That night they fucked 3 times before Remus woke up early and ran away.

It was for the best he told himself. The Marauders were leaving for Japan for a 5 month tour this afternoon.

Six months later

Remus had got his promotion. He was now working in the best talk show of the channel.

In fact, he was being interviewed today.

The interview went pretty well up to the question regarding his personal life.
"What would you want regarding your personal life at the moment?”

Deciding on the moment, he sent a bottle in the sea to Sirius. He didn’t want to, but he pined and pined since that night. He dated a few guys but always ended up comparing them to Sirius. He also looked up to what the star was doing late at time when no-one was present to acknowledge that.

“Well, erm, right now, I would love a date with the singer Sirius Black.”

One week later, the interview was published and while browsing through the internet, James saw the article. Reading it, his eyes were like perfect saucers when he saw what Remus said.

Immediately, he called Sirius and sent him the article.

Sirius felt his stomach doing somersault at the end. Remus wanted to be with him or at least give them a chance. He had been pining over the boy for the whole of the tour. He called Lily so that she looked for his number.

An hour later, he got it.

“Hello Remus, it’s me. Erm, Sirius… Sirius Black.”

Remus lips formed a perfect o before rushing to answer.

“Right, of course I know which Sirius you are”

Then they chatted for one whole HOUR before agreeing to a date for the next night.

Well, I got bored, and decided to draw a cartoon version of myself, the mun.

So, a little fact sheet about me. ♡


Tally Hall: Definitely my favorite band at the moment. Their album Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum is also the best album I’ve ever heard, and I definitely recommend you all listen to it. Plus, all the band members have incredible voices and are amazing looking. 👀
In case you’re wondering, my other favorite artists are Gorillaz, Paramore, and Panic! At the Disco, mainly because I can listen to a great lot of their songs in succession. ♡

Drummers: I got a weird thing for percussionists with curly hair, shh.
Plus I love playing percussion, it’s so great when you get all passionate so you forget what you’re doing. ♡

The weird looking eyes: Long story short, I couldn’t decide between the two ways I draw eyes, so I did both. :D

Clowns: 👀 👀 👀

Homestuck: Yes, I am homestuck trash and I’m even illustrating a fan-venture with a friend.

Sage Brush: Want to hear my heavy smoker voice and make it so I can’t breathe? Bring me into the middle of a desert full of sagebrush. :>

Baking: I can’t do it. It’s just too difficult.

I also own the shirt in the picture, so. ♡
Plus, you can’t really see, but I drew myself without most of my ribs. I have severe pain in certain areas a lot of the time, so I thought it’d be cool? ? Idk
Plus, I’m really tall and thin, like being a girl and 5'11 kind of tall 👀

Anyhoo, if you got any questions, send them to the askbox. ♡

anonymous asked:

46 - Can I kiss you with Ashton please :)

46. “Can I kiss you?”

send me a number + a boy!

I really liked writing this, it’s kind of different than what I usually write but I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated!

You and Ashton were sitting on a picnic blanket in the park, executing your weekly outing with each other. Every week you both made a deal with each other that no matter your busy schedules, you would always make time for one activity with the other. It was your way of making sure that you still spent time together, regardless of how crazy life got. 

Since the day you met Ashton, there was something about him that was intriguing. Not that he was visibly attractive, or the drummer in an incredibly talented band; but something else. Something that you could never pinpoint, but was always there. 

Your friendship was different than other people's’ normal idea of what a friendship should be. You were flirty and touchy with each other, but it never exceeded either of your lines of comfort. When you first met Ashton, you both agreed that you weren’t going to date because of your busy lives. There was just no time, and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship. 

That being said; the want to date Ashton, and vice versa, never faded. You still found your eyes lingering for a little too long on his, or Ashton’s eyes making their way to your lips. 

So when the sun set and Ashton pulled you a little bit closer to him, a nervous knot formed in your stomach. When his hand lingered on your hip, holding it strongly, your body relaxed into his touch, embracing the close contact. When the chilled darkness of the night washed over the park, a shiver was sent down your spine until the boy beside you removed his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. When the moonlight was hitting Ashton’s complexion just right, your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his features for a few moments too long. 

Ashton felt you staring, turning his head slightly to the side to meet your line of sight. His eyes were soft but dark, locking your gaze with his. It was a look that you had never seen in his eyes before, causing a shaky breath to escape your lips. 

“(y/n)?” Ashton asked quietly, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek. You shivered at the touch, his hand as cold as ice. 

“Yes?” you replied, biting your lip slightly. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, looking deep into your eyes for an answer. 

Unable to form an audible response, you slightly nodded your head; giving Ashton an answer to your question. Before you knew it, Ashton had closed the small gap between your bodies, his lips finding yours immediately. 

It felt weird; kissing Ashton. It was months of reciprocated feelings finally being shared with one another, finally caving under the deal that was made between you two. 

Ashton’s lips kissed yours slowly in the beginning, acting cautiously in the newfound action. After a few seconds, your body relaxed into his touch and immediately wanted more. Your hands reached up to his neck, holding on for both stability and to pull his mouth closer to yours. Ashton got the memo, complying to your touch, slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. 

After he deepened the kiss, your head began to feel light headed, begging for oxygen. You reluctantly removed your lips from his just enough to catch a breath. You both gasped for air, warm breath ghosting over the other's’ lips. 

“Can I kiss you again?” Ashton asked, smiling as he pulled you in for a more feverish kiss. 


Progressive rock band Porcupine Tree was originally an outlet for frontman Steven Wilson to create psychedelic and electronica music in the late 1980’s/early 1990’s, releasing many solo albums under that moniker. In 1993 he brought in other musicians, and released the full-band album Signify in 1996. The next couple albums saw a change from psychedelic music into a more pop sound, maintaining their progressive rock roots. When In Absentia was released in 2002, it was the band’s first attempt at metal. Allmusic reviewer Bradley Torreano said of the change in style, “By keeping the songs at manageable lengths and avoiding the avant-garde electronica flourishes of the band’s early days, Porcupine Tree has grown into a fully realized pop group without cutting any of the elements that also make them an important force in the neo-prog movement.”

In 2000, Steven Wilson produced the fifth album by progressive death metal band Opeth, which inspired Wilson to take Porcupine Tree in a similar direction. While there’s no death metal, In Absentia certainly has its metal influences in the tracks “Blackest Eyes,” “Wedding Nails,” and “The Creator Has A Mastertape” to name a few. Steven Wilson also started the collaborative pop-rock music project Blackfield with Aviv Geffen, which allowed Wilson to focus on Porcupine Tree’s metal change in style. And with the introduction of the incredible drummer Gavin Harrison into the band, it allowed the band to play better than on any previous album, which led to In Absentia being hailed as one of, if not the best, Porcupine Tree album.