Band Imagines/Preferences

Austin Carlile Imagine

Austin Carlile Imagine:

Storyline: similar to the basic ass "_______ is my father???" ... this shit gonna be "_______ is my brother???" Mostly because of how young Alan is and I've already done the daddio ones.

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Age: 18 (graduated HS, Almost 19)

Austin's Age: 24

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"Hey ma," I sigh, closing the door behind me.

"Hey hun, how was school?" she asks, appearing from the kitchen with flour covering her apron.

"Hell was fine, what happened in here?" I ask, chuckling. Suddenly she got really nervous and I cock my eyebrow, confused.

"Good talk, I'm gonna go to the shop to meet up with Kyle," I say, running upstairs before she can stop me.

I put on a sweatshirt over my band tank top and grab my music knapsack and skateboard before jogging downstairs, leaving the house, and skating to the music lounge I call my second home.

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"Hey Kyle," I say, plopping down on the couch seat next to where he's sitting.

"Hey (Y/N)," he says, going back to tuning his guitar.

We spend the next few hours running over our old songs and comparing/combining lyrics to make new songs, before my mum texts telling me I'm late.

"Gotta go," I sigh, standing up and stretching my legs.

"Your hand feelin better?" he asks, and I look at the blood soaked patches on my fingertips.

I accidently sliced my fingers on the guitar because of how dry it's been lately and I forgot to change the strings.

"Eh. I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I ask, putting my guitar back in its case.

"Yeah. Meet me in the morning?" he asks, and I nod.

"I'm leaving my shit here, don't forget to lock up," I say, and he nods, trying another note combination.

"Later Kyle," I say, kicking up my skateboard and deciding on taking the long way home.

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"Home!" I call, shaking my hand off as one of the cuts reopens.

"Honey..." my mom nervously says.

"Hey do we have any antiseptic? I-" start, but my dad cuts me off by clearing his throat.

Looking up to see a new man in my house, I lower my hand and place it in my pocket, looking at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Hello?" I ask, and he smiles.

"She's gorgeous..." he says.

"K bye pedo," I scoff, going for the door again.

"(Y/Full/Name) sit down and shut your lip," my mother snaps.

Rolling my eyes, I sit in my usual seat and gesture for them to start talking.

-yet another goddamn time skip-

"SO I'M A FUCKING ONE NIGHT STAND?" I shout, both of them wearing guilty looks on their faces.

"Forget this shit," I snap, running upstairs and packing a small bag of essentials.

I hear the door open and close, but instead of hearing less voices, I hear one more.

Rolling my eyes, I sling my bag over my shoulder and jog down the steps.

"Honey wait-" my mom starts, and someone grabs my bad hand, making me wince and yank it back.