#they're in a cute little band

[shyamanuensis]

Boy at the Rock Show - 2

Because I couldn't help myself after part 1 which you can read here.

You’d worn his shirt like a trophy over the next few nights; falling asleep in it to the now familiar scent of fire whiskey, cigarettes and sandalwood. By the time the weekend rolled around; you’d begrudgingly convinced yourself that it needed to be washed and did so, eliminating any memory of both him and you from the soft worn fabric. The Golden Snitch was busier tonight than it had been the week before; a double headliner and battle of the bands in store as you flashed your ID at the bouncer and walked into the customary scent of smoked dittany week. Eyes gazing around the bar and then floor before the stage; it was clear that you had intentions on finding someone that night – someone specific and your friend poked your ribs before shooting you a teasing grin.

“He’s by the side of stage, talking with some girl.”

You take a deep breath in, exhaling slowly as your eyes wander across to Sebastian and a brunette who would be pretty if she wasn’t scowling. Her eyes held a gloss of spite, and although you couldn’t hear their conversation; the way her lips moved showed a hint of venom with each word said. Deciding to not approach just yet, you head with your friend to the bar and order some drinks – vodka with raspberry soda and a double shot of straight gin. The night goes off without a hitch – last band on a mix of metalcore and pop-punk called A Day to Remember with special guests, this poppy and hyped-up act called Paramore you’d never heard of before.

Heading outside the venue for a breather once the show is over; you fish through your tote bag for the nearly empty packet of cigarettes you’ve been nursing through to payday next week and pat your pockets down for your trusty pink lighter which you can’t feel or see. A soft groan that is about to roll off your tongue is replaced with a sigh of surprise when you notice the flicker of a flame held out to light up the end of your cigarette.

“Can’t have a lady waiting for a light.” “Thanks.”

You smirk up at your knight in cotton and tight denim black armour and chuckle slightly, taking a drag. He doesn’t let his eyes leave yours as you enjoy this moment of silence you have together. Raising an eyebrow with a hissed murmur, you hold the smoke between your lips loosely and fish through your tote bag for his shirt.

“I believe this belongs to you Sebastian.” “You washed it?” “Mhmm..” “Thoughtful. Although; was hoping it would smell like you.”

He scratches his arm just around a tattoo that looks fresh and you peer at his bicep to take a look processing the comment he’s just made about the shirt. It’s a triangle, with a circle and line cutting through the middle. The lines are clean and bold. It looks familiar; but you’re not quite sure.

“New ink?” “Ugh yeah..”

Sebastian explains with a half smirk that it’s the new artwork for his band, Deathly Hallowed. Of course he’s in a band – why wouldn’t he be. A few more minutes into conversation you learn that he’s a drummer; has been since he was 14. He glances over to some mates who are leaning up against a beat up car and names them off as bandmates. Garreth the overly excited red head sings and strums; then there’s the aloof and handsome blond Ominis who plays keys and finally the scowling girl you remember from earlier – Imelda who rounds out the quartet on bass. As you glance over Sebastian’s shoulder at his friends, you feel Imelda’s ice cold gaze piercing straight through you. Biting your lip, you glance down and ash out your cigarette with a tap. Sebastian seems to notice.

“Ignore her, Imelda looks like a bitch but she’s a total softy.” “…I’m sure she is.”

You gulp silently as you watch Imelda run a finger across her throat before flicking her hair away with a tease.

“Thanks for the light, but I shouldn’t keep you – your friends are looking kind of impatient.” “They can wait.”

You nod at his deposition and tone; relaxing a little in Sebastian’s presence before you feel his fingers at the back pocket of your jeans, fishing out your phone. There’s a temptation to stop him and scold his smooth move but instead your eyes are fixed on the way he opens the screen open in a single flick and begins punching at the keys. You hear a ringtone come from his pocket as his lips curl up in the corners to a satisfied grin; clear that he’s called himself to save your number. Snapping the screen shut, he hands your phone back over.

“My numbers in it – shouldn’t be hard to find me.” “Oh – okay…” “Text me this week – I’ll bring you round to one of our band practices.” “Yeah alright… I might.”

You brush some hair behind your ear shyly and toss the phone into your tote; keeping your jean pockets safe from wandering hands. He notices but doesn’t say anything instead letting out a soft, dry chuckle. It isn’t long until his friends are calling out to him to get going; a house party across town it seems has their now undivided attention and fixation. You drop your cigarette butt, quick to step on it and fold your hands softly across your chest.

“I’ll see you around?”

Your question is asked half curious and half concerned. A little more time with Sebastian would have been nice but you’re aware you can’t hog his attention tonight – even though it’s all you’ve thought about since last weekends interactions. He nods in response; a  hand running lazily though his messy hair as he takes a few steps backwards with a smirk. You half turn to find your friend that walked off earlier to chat with someone she knew and feel an unexpected kiss planted on your cheek, dangerously close to your jaw. Immediately, your skin feels as it is on fire.

“Sorry – just had to. See you later.”

Checking the street; Sebastian crosses towards his friends without looking back and after a few words are exchanged between the four of them, they clamber their way into the car. Windows rolling down; you hear some faint screamo style music begin to play from the sound system as they drive away. Watching the taillights shine down the street; you smile and return your focus back to finding your friend who approaches after a few seconds of you searching.

“I'm telling you - he is bad news…”

You roll your eyes and scoff at the comment with blunt chagrin. A finger tracing over your cheek and jaw; you’re quick to search through your tote for your phone and wonder if he just called himself or saved his number for you. Friend peering over onto your phone screen, she giggles when your newest contact appears in your recent calls list.

‘Next ex-boyfriend – Seb.’

[sysig]

For Requestober, Req.1

Scri dressed as an angel, Edgar dressed as a demon. It would be fun to see the roles swaped regarding costumes!

Day 3 - Angel and Devil('s Advocate)

[lucistarsfire]

brothers :C

guys terzo's just so tired

[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Young Nihil: You know, before I had kids, I thought I had a great immune system. Turns out, I was just really good at avoiding the type of people who SNEEZE DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES while telling me a story.

[choccorin]

THEY ANIMATED HIM SO GOODHDJEBDBEJDNSHDBWJD

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D and Suga photocards from D-Day, Butter, and Permission to Dance boxes

I have got to get a better scanner...

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[houseofwolvess]

okay i mean this in the nicest way possible. if you're into any bigger bands, like at all, im begging you to please just... do a little research into the music industry. learn about the shitty things it perpetuates, the ways it screws over your favorite musicians, how it ruins bands on the daily.

you don't need to be an expert or anything, but i feel like a lot of heartbreak would be avoided if people realized that in the end, almost all big bands are businesses, and business in the music industry is vicious and cutthroat whether you like it or not.

[le-velo-pour-dru]

I'm literally so normal about watching iDKHOW/Brobecks videos on the TV <3 (<- complete lies)

[friend-dispenser]

Just realized I wrote these tags in their own post not in a reblog of the post I was trying to add them to!!!!!! Ugh!!!!!

AND I LOST THE POST!!!!!

It basically went like "I'm sick of hearing about taylor swift. Tag the most obscure band you listen to." If anyone comes across it please let me know cause I wanted to look through the notes again in a week or two! And also share my tags!

[kyaruun]

i bought the prettiest moonstone ring in a street market the other day and i keep staring at it all day long because it's so pretty

[faebriel]

Ok you’ve officially got me constantly thinking abt the band au

BAND AU BAND AU 🎸🎸🎸

[asidian]

Dead Boy Detectives does a lot of things very, very well, but one thing I haven't seen touched on very much is set design. It is phenomenal, and the amount of detail that's gone into literally every scene is truly mind-blowing. I'm going to do a couple of posts breaking down the setting details in various locations I think, but I wanted to start with one that does an incredible amount of storytelling in the tiny understated details.

So let's talk about Charles' room from when he was still alive.

Some of the details are quite small, but I've circled and numbered them so that I can discuss them more easily.

First up, and this one doesn't have a number because it's the entire room, but. They have this boy down in the basement. In a cramped little space that looks like it's twice the size of a twin bed.

Then we come to all the little things that make it so much worse:

1: Charles' room is covered with band posters. If you look closely though, these aren't the kind of posters you'd buy in a store. These are the sorts of posters that they display at venues when a band is in town. Every one of them that's readable has locations/dates/sales info. These aren't someone buying Charles something of his own, to decorate his room with. This is Charles "My smile is pretty convincing" Rowland going to venues after the band has finished its run and asking for the posters to take home.

2: It's hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a couple of model airplanes up on the ceiling. Okay, this one's kind of cute.

3: Again, hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a shelf of sports trophies tucked away back there. This boy tries so damn hard.

4: A dart board. Huh. That's funny. Where are the darts?

5: Oh, here they are. They're outside the room! Like his asshole father! Stole his darts! And threw them at the door!!

6: Probably a boombox, presumably the one that he used to play the tape mentioned in the Devlin house episode. Notably, there are no tapes in sight. Did his father break his only tape?

7: The world's saddest bed, with a ratty old pillow and one (1) single sheet.

8: And as if we needed any more heartbreak in this scene, that's Charles' cricket bat there in the corner. His weapon of choice? The thing he picks up to defend Edwin, over and over, episode after episode, for the entire series? He's cowering practically on top of it while his father beats him. He didn't so much as touch it when it was himself that needed defending.

You're welcome. If I have to be heartbroken over set dressing, I'm dragging you all with me.

[menagerofmischief]

Heart song (OP81)

summary: in the middle of dating rumors, current music industry hit, y/n l/n releases a love song which leaves no space to deny her relationship. -> based on this request

fc: olivia rodrigo

cw: bad language,

a/n: the only bands I listen to are a bunch of old men or a bunch of dead man, safe to say I don't know much about bands so I made her a solo artist.

liked by: oscar piastri, sabrinacarpenter, and 1,556,895 more

yourusername: something coming soon, or whatever

comments:

ynsleftshoe: oscar in the likes before me again

hooklinesinker: girl same! and I got notifications on cococroissant: the struggle of making it here before pee ass tree vrom vrom is real

ynupdates: mother is cooking and eating for real

sabrinacarpenter: so excited for it!

justonechange: the bond between two girls scorned by a man is unbreakable breakmyback: sabrina is so me right now

likealovesong: my hears are about to be blessed again! thank you god for answering my prayers

liked by landonorris and 1,345 more

f1wagupdates: seems like a new wag may be entering the paddock, showcasing papaya!

mclaren driver, oscar piastri, has been spotted being touchy and affectionate with pop star, y/n l/n. this is not the first time the two have been spotted together.

comments:

vroomyroom: what the hell is lando doing in the likes of a wag updates page

norrizzz: he's so messy fr

user454: seriously what's wrong with you people, leave them alone!

justanichident: oscar's lucky he's good that polite cat smile because those hands do be wondering

breakmyback: I too am no better than a man (I'd be touching y/n's ass all the time if I could)

user334: ow! they're so cute together!

user331: power couple vibes

user564: ew, he can do so much better

user887: SHE can do much better

liked by hattiepiastri, nicolepiastri, yourusername and 1.345.221 more

oscarpiastri: great vacation, lots of sun

comments:

macmylarens: if bwoah was an instagram caption it would be tht

rockabye: who does bro think he's fooling with that soft launch

dropstoproll: like sir, we all know that's y/n l/n, now give us some good content

landonorris: you really poured your heart out with that caption mate

ynupdates: I spy with my little eye, y/n in the likes

justonechange: so ... he's not that bad

user423: I get y/n, he's hot

liked by sabrinacarpenter, oscarpiastri, landonorris and 1.978.645 more

yourusername: Summer When Everybody Ever Thought, Love In Knowledge Existed, Yellow Orchids Unidentified

see you on august 19th ;)

comments:

ynupdates: NEW ALBUM ALERT!!!

breakmyback: I don't care if a man driving in circles for living inspired it, new music is coming!

sabrinacarpenter: that caption triggered my dyslexia

justonechange: no because same user332: I thought I was the only one!

dotsaredotting: hear me out, the aesthethic of this album is orange (so far), and there's a car, mclaren F1 team is orange ("papaya" or wtv), oscar piastri drives for mclaren, oscar is soft launching, they wore spotted together = they're dating

crazyonce: this is so delulu it may be trululu

ynupdates: in case you thought you were crazy for not getting the caption, every words starts with a capital latters and all the letters together spell SWEET LIKE YOU which is either a song on the album or the name of the album

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, hattiepiastri, and 2.021.331 more

yourusername: the way sun shines over beaches, the first taste of summer peaches, yellowed pages of a favorite book it may all be sweet but not sweet like you.

my new album, sweet like you, is now available to stream. this is such a special album for me which is why it's dedicated to such a special person. I love you, Osc, keep on being sweet.

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liked by yourusername, sabrinacarpenter, landonorris and 1.987.554 more

oscarpiastri: every day I'm grateful I get to have you. you're the sun of my morning, the stars of my evening, the breath of my lungs and the song of my heart. I love you, y/n.

comments:

landonorris: wow, you actually poured your heart out with this one

sabrinacarpenter: she was mine first car boy, remember that

hattiepiastri: I hope you know how much cooler than you your girlfriend is

yourusername: love you too, my sweet boy <3

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[avocado-writing]

Hello there dear! If you are still taking requests how would you feel about writing something for logan x reader x wade, where reader gets between them while they're arguing/in a fight and gets hurt by accident? And how they would react to that.

Totally fine if you don't like the idea. Thank you for giving us all these lovely works!

It’s hard to know which one of them started it. Probably Wade. It’s usually Wade, saying something stupid or offhand which irritates Logan into a physical reaction. But occasionally Logan forgets to mind his mouth, especially when he’s had a couple of drinks, and then they’re just at each other’s throats with knives and claws. 

They have gotten better to be fair. Calmer. More adjusted to living in the same space, being together all the time. Plus you beg - beg - them not to fight in the apartment, there just isn’t enough room for it. 

To their credit they only get into fisticuffs at Wade’s place. Your home, with your boho throws and favourite posters, has remained unscathed. It is Switzerland in this damn war of testosterone. 

You’ve had Wade’s spare key forever now, he even got you a little unlicensed Deadpool charm to put on it, and you have your headphones in when you open the door. The sound of 80s rock covers up the noise of carnage inside, and that is why you’re so totally unprepared when the bottle comes flying at you. 

It does not hit you to be fair. It shatters on the doorframe, showering you in glass. You gasp. From where Logan has Wade in a headlock and Wade is trying to stab his way out, your boys freeze. Clearly Wade tried to bottle him, Logan swatted it away, and the situation at hand was created. A beat passes as you try and recover from what’s happened, and you feel a small trickle of blood run down to your jaw from your cheek. 

You rip the headphones from your ears, more angry than you’ve ever been. Their faces drop. 

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me, you two?! I’ve asked you not to fight because of shit exactly like this!”

You use the plain of your hand to wipe your face and grimace when it comes back red. This seems to break the two of them out of their stupor and your boys are immediately on their feet. 

“Fuck, pookie, we’re sorry—” Wade says, at the same time Logan starts, “Baby, we didn’t mean to—”

You hold up your bloodied hand in the universal sign for them to stop. They do, like a pair of trained dogs. 

“Fuck this shit. I’m done,” you snarl, because if you don’t rev up the anger you know you’ll start to cry. Tears are starting to prickle in the corner of your eyes. Before either of them can say anything you’ve turned on your heel and left the building. 

When you’re home, a glass of Sauvignon blanc deep and with a band aid on your cheekbone, you realise you didn’t really mean it. You’re not “done”. Done with their squabbling, maybe, and done with the situation in that moment, but not done done. You should probably call Wade up and apologise to them both, but honestly you’re still sort of angry at the whole scenario. 

You shove a handful of Cheetos in your mouth and stab the play button on the remote, sinking into the sofa as the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy plays, determined to be distracted in any way possible… when there’s a knock at the door. 

When you open it of course it’s them. They look like repentant schoolboys. Logan’s holding half a dozen boxes from your favourite pizza place, Wade has a bottle of wine with a ribbon tied around the neck. There’s a tag on it. It says “we’re sorry :(“ with a little doodle of them both in Wade’s hand. 

You soften. How could you not?

“We fucked up, we know!” he says quickly, anticipating that you might slam the door on him. “We’re sorry. Isn’t that right, peanut?”

“Yeah,” Logan sighs, remarkably accepting of the nickname when he’s grovelling to you. You drum your fingers on the doorknob. “Sorry you’ve got a couple of knuckleheads as partners, honey.”

Knuckleheads. That about sums them up. What a cute word, though; you forget how adorable they can both be, when they’re not trying to kill each other.  

“Did you get the mozzarella sticks?” you ask, nodding at the pile of food. Wade grins. He knows they’ve won. 

“Two portions, honey.”

“Hmm, okay. You can come in.”

They do and you shut the door behind them. Wade wastes no time in heading to your glass cabinet and decanting a drink for each of you, Logan clearing your coffee table so he can unpack the pizza. He grabs a slice of pepperoni as you sit down between the two of them, ready to imbibe. 

“We really are fucking sorry. Seriously, pookie, we won’t do it again,” Wade reiterates as he pushes a drink into your hand. You hum. 

“I know. I’m fucking serious though, boys. I’m done with your squabbles. Next time you wanna go at each other, one of you leave the room and take a walk around the block to cool down. Even if you don’t want to, think of me and do it anyway. Okay?”

“Okay,” Wade agrees quickly before looking at Logan with intent. The older man sighs. 

“Okay,” he agrees, hand on your knee in acceptance, “anything for you. Sorry again, bub.”

You squeak as Wade reaches over to press a kiss against the band-aid on your cheek. 

“What are you doing?!”

“Making it better.” His kiss lands on your lips this time. He tastes of grease. Must have sneaked a piece of garlic bread on the way up, cheeky bastard. You feel Logan’s hands slip around your waist. 

“Mmm, boys, the pizza…”

“Can be reheated. God gave us microwaves so that we could give you orgasms,” says Wade, happily, “or we can feed you mozzarella while we eat you out, your choice.”

You look at Logan for his opinion on the matter and he shrugs. 

“Sounds good to me.”

You grin, and the pizza grows cold.  

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