#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)

[ghcstcd]

If he doesn't get attention soon, it's going to become a very flammable problem.

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[kitkatsgalore]

say cheese! 📸

[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 🎸🎸🎸

[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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[hairmetal666]

"Is this always how they act?" Jonathan asks. He has to lean close and yell a little for Robin to hear him over the noise of the house party.

"Yup," she says.

She, Jonathan, and Argyle continue to stare at Eddie, sitting in an easy chair, Steve perched happily on his lap. Eddie has a whole bowl of bbq Lay's, and Steve will lean back for a chip, which Eddie feeds him with a smile.

"And they're definitely not dating?" Argyle asks when Steve leans back to whisper in Eddie's ear, mouth pressed close. It's deeply gratifying that they just got in from California and already they see it.

"Steve says no."

"You think he's lying?" Jonathan asks.

"I think he doesn't realize he likes Eddie yet."

Eddie tugs at Steve's hair, and Steve turns back, gives him a smile that's so intimate Robin can't stare directly at it. Instead, she turns to her friends, but Argyle is still watching Eddie and Steve. He's drumming his fingers against his chin, expression what Robin could only call mischievous.

"What are you planning?" Jonathan asks.

"Just helping some bros find true love."

Jonathan looks mildly concerned but before he can say anything, Nancy makes her appearance. And they're something, becoming something, and she cares about Eddie and Steve getting their shit together, but Nancy is smiling and she's so, so pretty. It's easy to get lost in the blue of her eyes and the sweep of her hair and forget about everything else.

---

A few hours later and they're all sitting around a coffee table in the basement, just the six of them. It's sort of funny, she thinks, how it always ends up being the six of them.

They're crossfaded already, but that hasn't stopped Eddie and Argyle from lighting another joint. Her thoughts have gone light and floaty, all that's holding her to earth the press Steve's leg and Nancy's hand against hers.

Argyle is sort of monologuing and she doesn't think any of them are paying much mind, but then he stops mid-sentence, grips Jonathan's shoulder tight enough that his knuckles go white. "Dudes. What if we played Truth or Dare?"

Nancy snorts. "Not on your life."

"I don't think I can move?" She says. She leans into Steve, sighing with contentment.

"I, for one, would love to see Buckley complete a dare," Eddie says.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I've done plenty. Band kid, remember?"

"Ugh, curse the horny trumpeters." Eddie slumps on the coffee table in defeat.

"I'll have you know, they were very wholesome games."

Steve squints at her. "Wasn't there an orgy in someone's pool?"

She sniffs, looks away instead of answering, which makes everyone laugh.

"Speaking of sex," Argyle says. "No one catch your eye tonight, Harrington?"

"Wasn't really looking."

"That's new," Jonathan says.

Steve laughs. "I'm tired of hooking up."

He's told her that too, countless times. She thinks the real reason he hasn't dated in months is sitting right next to him, drumming his fingers on the coffee table.

"Maybe you've just lost your touch," Argyle says.

"I have not!" Steve clutches a hand over his heart. "If I wanted to, I could pull any girl upstairs."

"C'mon, my dude, no way you're that good."

"I was!" He looks to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. "I was, back me up!"

"I don't know, Scoops wasn't your best work," she says.

"No, no, we said Scoops doesn't count! It was the hat. The outfit! I did fine after!"

"I happened to think the sailor costume was very cute," Eddie says.

"Thank you," Steve preens. He shifts away from her to lean into Eddie, who grins.

"I don't think we can trust Eddie's judgement here," Nancy says.

Steve points at her. "Yes, and I remember you being totally uninterested."

She squeaks in indignation, Robin smothering her own giggles behind her hand. "It was--it was hormones!"

"Yeah, very uninterested in me." Jonathan chimes in. There's a little second where no one reacts--the fact that Nancy was technically still with Steve when that happened ringing unspoken between them--before Nancy and Steve start to giggle.

"I've hooked up with everyone I've ever tried to," Argyle chimes in, nonchalant.

"No way," the whole group says.

"I've got the touch."

"C'mon, that literally can't be true just by like...stats," Steve says.

"Don't know what to tell you, my dude." Argyle's smile is smug. "I'm really good."

"You're just jealous," she tells him. She nudges his shoulder so he knows she's joking.

"No! Jealousy has nothing to do with it."

They erupt at that, calling out the obvious lie.

"I'm not upset!" Steve shouts over them. "I'm just saying, it didn't happen. Sorry, Argyle. You have bizzaro charm, but there's no way it has a 100% success rate."

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Stevie." Eddie cocks his head with a smirk.

"Harrington, you're so cute when you're competitive," Argyle says. "Anyway, it worked on--"

"Don't say Jonathan," Nancy, Steve, and Robin all say.

"Hey! Why not me?'

"Well, it's just--" Nancy waves her hand in the air. "You're. I mean. It's not hard."

Jonathan groans, hides his face in his hands as they laugh.

"I'll prove it to you," Argyle says to Steve. "100% success rate."

"What?"

"I'm going to seduce you."

"Oh, shit," she says.

She knows what's going to happen even before Steve puts his hands on his hips, awkwardly cause they're sitting, cocks an eyebrow, and says, "Okay."

Eddie grumbles something she can't make out, but Steve shakes his head, laughs. "Nah, it's just for fun, right?"

"Until it works." Argyle tosses his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Gimme your best shot."

They rearrange around the table, Eddie and Argyle swapping places.

Everyone is quiet for a second, Steve reaches for his drink. "You got great hands, Harrington," Argyle says.

"I--oh, what?" Steve splutters. He goes a little pink, and Robin thinks it's the first time she's seen him this flustered by a compliment.

"Yeah." Argyle takes his hand, traces along his palm and knuckles. "Big. Strong. Like you could really take care of someone."

Eddie kicks the table, sending it rocking, scattering empty cups and chip bags. Steve is crimson, totally oblivious to Eddie's flailing.

"Thanks," he mumbles. He doesn't pull his hand away. Robin, everyone, is riveted.

"No one's ever told you that?"

"No. No one."

"That's too bad. It's probably all about your hair and your eyes and your body."

Steve smiles and it's one she recognizes, flirty and a little wicked. "You noticed my body?"

Argyle laughs. "Oh, c'mon, you know everyone notices that."

"Would you believe it if I told you I don't get enough compliments?"

"Not on your life."

Steve leans into him, giggles. "Well, worth a shot, right?"

"Always. You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?"

"Ass, right?"

"It was how much you love your friends but you hide it behind a facade of disapproval. Made me think maybe you weren't used to the love you want to give being reciprocated."

They're all locked in on Argyle and Steve, but she notices Eddie flinch, move like he's about to stand, Nancy reaching out to stop him. She thinks, then, for the first time, that maybe this is mean to him. He doesn't know it's not real.

"Oh," Steve says. His voice breaks, a little, and her heart breaks for him. "I--oh."

"Your ass was the second thing I noticed," Argyle quips and the tension around the table breaks, Steve giggling.

With smooth confidence she never would have expected him to possess, Argyle cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Just had to touch it for myself." His voice is soft.

"That all you want to touch?"

Argyle grins. "Not even a little bit."

She watches, stunned, as Steve leans in, face almost touching Argyle's. Eddie makes a noise, a pained cough, and Steve leaps to his feet.

"I can't kiss you!" He half-yells, stumbling.

"And why not?" Argyle asks. He's got a wild smile on his face.

"I'm in love with Eddie!" Steve's eyes are wide, panicked.

"I'm sorry," Steve says to him. "Eddie, I--"

But before he can get the words out, Eddie's climbing over the coffee table, sending drinks and snacks flying, the calls for him to get down ignored as he trips into Steve's arms.

"You love me?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I--got in my head about it and I--I hoped it didn't seem like I was leading you on because my words kept getting stuck, and--"

"Sweetheart." Eddie stops him. "I--" He breaks off, notices that the rest of them are raptly listening to the confession. "Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"

They disappear upstairs, and she turns to Argyle in awe. "I can't believe that actually worked."

"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker. Are there more Doritos?"

---

Early in the morning, they're piled in Nancy's station wagon, Jonathan driving them home. She and Nancy are in the middle seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Steve's curled against him, face pressed to his neck, hidden by a cloud of hair. She wants to ask what happened, how their conversation went, if they're official and how long Steve's known he's in love, but Nancy moves closer, head dropping to Robin's shoulder. Their fingers entwine and Robin closes her eyes, smiles.

"Tomorrow?" Nancy asks.

She nods. "Tomorrow."