#this is so dead apple to me i love this band and i love arabella so so much

[sevlawless]

dead apple's discography: 1/?

review taken from their local newspaper:

Dead Apple's debut EP 'Running Out of Time' has hit all streaming platforms, and despite the title, they are doing anything but. Their punk rock influences shine throughout, as well as co-lead singer Arabella Aveiro's love for Fiona Apple, partially to credit for their band name. The band consists of its other lead singer, Seven Duckstein, guitarist Rowan Hart, bassist Devyn Powell, drummer Jazzy Dawson, and Iris De Luca on the keys. Each track has a emotional tie in to at least one person in the group, making the five tracks feel as though you're experiencing their lives yourselves.

When the current 11th graders of our own Green Meadow High were asked about this, Aveiro simply said:

"We want to make music that people can relate to. I think it’s more rewarding when you create something that you love, and that other people can love as well. Making these songs with my friends has been so fun, and we can't wait to make more music together."

For everyone's sakes, let's hope this band never runs out of time.

cover and songs breakdown under the cut <3

the cover was taken by seven when the whole gang went to the city. devyn had just got her license and her parents let them take the minivan to fit everyone LMFAO and arabella stuck her head out the window on the drive home. earlier versions of the ep had seven on the back cover doing the same pose (arabella had taken that photo in return <3), but after the breakup any physical copies printed had the same picture on the front but blurred.

where the heart is

written by: jazzy and seven

the drums on this song YOU KNOW jazzy had a hand in this! she wanted to write a song for the ep and was kinda struggling but seven helped her out :) so this is one of their many co-written songs together <3 this being the opener is so fitting for me because of lines like "6:30 alarm, brush my teeth, and start the car" and "it's time to go home again, that's so boring"

starting off at 6:30 am, early in the morning, starting off this ep with this song just feels fitting to me! and the whole "i hate my town" rite of passage most punk rock bands go through!

favorite lyrics:

"all in all, i've always had the same thoughts riling up my heart // and all in all, i haven't changed a single thing to feel differently"

"my mind's been in a million places, but my body hasn't moved an inch"

"if i could just take a chance, i wouldn't feel so bad // to see past myself, i wouldn't feel so bad"

baby tonight

written by: devyn, arabella

this is just an iris and devyn love song im afraid! i have this VIVID headcanon of devyn coming up to arabella and being like "i wrote some lyrics for a song about iris can you help me out" and arabella IMMEDIATELY being on board! i imagine devyn inviting iris over to her house and the whole band already being there in the garage ready to play this song for her :) it's such a cute lil moment and i like to think whenever they have a gig on or around iris' birthday or their anniversary they play this song! they put this on their first ep because they love devyn and iris and SO DO I!

favorite lyrics:

"she's a diamond in my fucked up world // prettier than the pearls that lay around on her neck // she makes me so fucking SICK!"

"so baby won't you take my life? or maybe you could crush my soul?"

red with love

written by: seven

unrequited love is really something else huh LMFAO i like to think that seven wrote this after him and arabella went to a party and played spin the bottle which resulting in them kissing for the first time (which later on when they're dating arabella doesn't count it as their first kiss because her eyes were open and the kiss was horrendously bad because that's her BEST FRIEND and she CANNOT have feelings for her BEST FRIEND-)

anyways ! i think seven started developing some sort of feelings for arabella after that and this song is the product of a late night writing session on his roof. when he shows it to the band they're like "who the HELL is this about" and arabella just looks at him like she knows and is immediately just like "let's practice it right now!" much to seven's relief.

when they're dating though and they perform this song together i like to think that after the line "you kiss me so sweetly, it gets me high" arabella ALWAYS without fail would kiss seven on the cheek :)

they stop performing this song when seven leaves the band.

favorite lyrics:

"the sunlight through my windowpane illuminates your face // i need you closer and you're not even an inch away"

"when you come home, you call my name // believe me when i say // tomorrow i will love you more than i did yesterday"

"i can't seem to get enough // it makes me sweat, you’re in my head // it turns me red with love"

sleep to dream

written by: arabella, iris

this bitch loves fiona apple idk what to tell you. i imagine that during high school arabella dated the WORST people but that just fueled her writing so she wrote this after one particularly bad boyfriend. iris also helped with the piano composition! i fear these breakup songs will become a pattern for arabella in later works LMFAO

favorite lyrics:

"i tell you how you feel, but you don't care // i say tell me the truth, but you don't dare // you say love is a hell you cannot bare // and i say gimme mine back and then go there, for all i care"

"this mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways // so don't forget what i told you // don't come around, i got my own hell to raise"

where the lines overlap

written by: arabella, rowan

just the first of MANY certified rowanbella classics! rowan came up with the basic chords and arabella wrote the lyrics. this song is just them basically saying we're so happy to be in this band with our friends and we hope that never ever changes and it WON'T… right?

anywayyyy.. this song is an absolute crowd favorite and whenever they play a gig they always play this one last :)

favorite lyrics:

"no one is as lucky as us, we're not at the end but oh, we already won"

"now i've got a feeling if i sang this loud enough, you would sing it back to me"

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Stick ‘N Poke

Arabella

"I shouldn't be the one to do this, look at my hands. They're shaking!" He says this as he presses the ink dipped needle to my wrist. I grab his sallow cheek with my palm and force him to look at me.

"I trust you, you idiot" I say, my voice firm, sincere. His brown, nearly black eyes study my face before looking back at my wrist. My pulse throbs and the lighting makes it so the purple blue of my veins can be distinguished.

"I'm drawing a dick yeah?"

"A huge one. Throbbing veins and such" I tease and he laughs his cute, nervous chuckle.

"But really, what'll you have?" I lock eyes with him again and admire the rosy blush that tints the pale apples of his cheeks.

"Matty" I say dreamily and he blinks.

"Yes?" I laugh, head tilted back and all.

"No! I'll have it say Matty" he blinks again and glances from my wrist to my face then back again.

"Matty" he repeats in awe and I nod, all smiles.

"How about just an ' M'?" I frown.

"You don't like it?" He looks down at the leather of his shoes.

"I love it. I do. I love you as well" I tilt his chin up with a long, painted finger.

" The problem then?" He sighs.

" It means your mine" he states simply, the side of his lip curling. Mine does the same.

" Does it?" He stretches up to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.

" it does. And I'm not totally sure how lax you are with the idea" silly boy I think to myself whilst tugging on his earlobe. I've always belonged to you I want to say, but there was no reason to boost his ego.

"Just poke me already" I say with exasperation and he dips the needle in more ink.

"I poked you quite well this morning I believe" he murmurs, settling the needle to my wrist breaking the skin.

"You're so gross Matthew"  I scold through clenched teeth and he laughs, pressing harder. Drops of blood mixed with ink fall down my arm and he wipes the away hurriedly with a napkin.

" No going back after I pen the ' A' love" he'd finished the ' M' rather quickly. He was a stick and poke pro it seemed.

"Well don't keep a girl waiting" I taunt and he's quick to etch the remainder of his name in thin cursive. Matty dips a cloth in the mixture of vodka and water he'd sworn by and I wince when the sting of the concoction touches my red, ink smudged skin.

"It's hideous," he comments. Holding my wrist under the desk lamp as if lighting would improve it. I gaze at it. My skin had raised and reacted to each stick of the needle and now the name 'Matty' blared in angry irritated flesh.

"It's perfect" I whisper softly and his mouth offers a smirk.

"Like it’s namesake" he states cockily and I shove him away, his bare chest cool against my palms.

"My turn?" I bite my lip and scan the pale skin before me. He's littered in tattoos. Gorgeous ones, bright and detailed, small and large. I think back to the chicken scratch that I call my handwriting and flashback to the deformed stick figures I'd been drawing since elementary school. Pass.

"Don't you have enough?" His eyes widen and he lifts his arms, examining the scrawny things with deep intent.

"What are you looking for?" He looks up from his searchings, rolling up the black denim of his jeans to reveal two knobby ankles.

"A fuck to give ya," he says idly and I roll my eyes,  stalking towards him, knocking over the vodka water solution in the process.

"Oi!" He scolds and I ignore him settling myself comfortably on his lap.

"Who do you think'll clean that up? Not me I guarantee " he insists and I pucker out my bottoms lip, tracing the planes of his face with a quivering finger. My wrist was finally starting to feel the affects of the tattoo. He grabs my hand and places it first to his cheek then to his dry lips.

"I'm sure George will clean it up." I say and his eyes squint.

"It's like you don't know him at all. He'll have my fuckin' head if he comes back to the flat being dirty" I settle closer to him listening to the rapid ticks of his heart.

"Blame me then,"  Matty rests his chin atop my head.

"I plan to" he says evenly. I don't sense a hint of a lie.

"You'd really throw me to that wolf?" I feel him shrug.

"Better you than me." He says with a long stroke to my back. I reach up my uninjured arm to settle at the nape of his neck. My long nails are immediately caught up in the tendrils of his inky black hair.

"What time is it?" I ask lightly. We had both been avoiding the concept of time, pretending that we were stuck in the same moment forever. What was to come next was almost too melodramatic, even for the emo king himself.

"It's a quarter past 3"

"you even find a way to make the time sound pretentious" he shrugs, cradling me closer. His body swaying on the fuzzy rug we were currently marooned on.

"Won't your folks notice your little dabbling in the arts?" He's referring to my wrist and It's my time to shrug.

"They haven't seemed to notice that I'm out of the country" he makes an agreeable sound in the back of his throat.

"I'm sure they're lovely people Arabella, but they are simply daft" Matty wasn't wrong. In fact 'daft' was too nice of a word to describe my parents.

"I'm still shocked that they think I've stayed at Miranda's house this long. She gets annoying after three hours"  

"George didn't seem to think so" he says cheekily and I attempt to harm him with a jab to the ribs, but he holds me in a way that makes it impossible.

"This was nice," I whisper into the dimly lit room and he lets put a defeated sigh before gazing down at me. his brown, black eyes troubled as per usual. Brewing and darkening with pent up emotion that I would most likely hear later via voicemail.

"You can't be what I need you're only seventeen" he stresses, reiterating a line from the band's song ' Girls'. I smile, biting my lip and inviting him in for a kiss. He grips at my ass as the kiss deepens. Our tongues exploring the cavities of the other's mouth. I probably taste like  the Virginia slim I'd smoked earlier and he tasted like cheap red wine and rolling paper.

"What if you keep me here?" I ask breathlessly. It was a suggestion neither of us had ever made during our rendezvous.

"Isn't that kidnapping?" He teases lightly licking the plum colored lipstick that had stained his lips from mine from his mouth.

"Isn't this statutory rape?" I ask and he cringes.

"Age of consent is sixteen" I roll my eyes.

"In the UK it is. I'm American genius" he rolls his eyes in an overdramatic fashion before rolling so that both of us land on the soft mattress that sat in the middle off the room.

" My little American" he whispers before attacking my neck with a parade of kisses and tiny suckles. He had said the same line when we first met, the first time we fucked, then a second time when we made love.

"Takes me back to that horrible day that I met you" I say with a tiny chuckle, my body arching against his. My legs winding around his waist as his breathing intensified.

"Was it really so bad?" h nearly whines and I let out a breath against his ear.

"I've had better first impressions."

The Horrible Day

"I'm going to die when they preform Medicine. You're in my will though don't worry." Miranda rambles as we make our way through LA traffic. Our Uber drove like a maniac and I found myself clawing at the leather of his backseat.

"If you leave that stupid ass cat to me I'll bring you back from the dead just to kill you again" I say through clenched teeth and she rolls her eyes.

"He loves you. You're his favorite"

"Impossible. The thing has Stockholm Syndrome or something." I sip on the large drink I'd gotten from In N Out and Miranda continues her fantasy spiel for tonight's show. Miranda had been gifted two tickets to see The 1975 for her seventeenth birthday and I had been her first ( and only) choice. No one else in our immediate friend group was into them.

"You are here" our Uber says in a thick accent and I smile giddily. All to ready to get out of the vehicle.

"Fuck we're early. Think we'll get to see Matty?" I look at the venue where a gaggle of girls line the entrance, eager to be granted passage.

"Nah, not until show time I reckon" The ticket bouncers started to let us in two hours before showtime to give people like Miranda a chance to buy overpriced concert merchandise. I on the other hand took the opportunity to use the bathroom. The lemonade had acted as a severe diuretic. I spot the ladies room and push the door open with my sleeve. Once inside I locked eyes with a fluorescent light illuminated Matty Healy. His pants around his ankles and a blonde girl's lips wrapped around his cock.

"M-" my mouth goes dry and I can't see to form coherent words let alone a scream or sentence.

"Fuck" he hisses, eyes still l locked with mine as she went to town. I admired her vigor and dedication. The linoleum of the bathroom floor was disgusting and I wasn't sure if it was the scene or the bathroom making me nauseous. I back away slowly. Attempting to leave, but instead becoming  A bit entranced when her hands start trailing up the bare skin of his stomach and chest. I watch as his stomach tightens and then bolt into an open stall when he grips her hair and shuts his eyes. I stand in the stall for a few moments trying to collect myself, and the blood rushing in my ears is so loud that I can't hear their conversation. A bang on my stall door startles me and I croak out an unconvincing, 'occupado'.

I hear a chuckle. A whimsical one. A male one. Matty's

"Come out love, she's left" whatever urge I had to pee was gone. I crack open the door and poke my head out slowly. His pants are up, his shirt still wide open and his hair artfully wild.

"Matty" he says brightly hand outstretched and ready for me to shake.

"Matty" I repeat, dumbfounded. His eyes widen and his hand retracts.

"You're Matty too? Small world eh?" He jokes, and I crack a stupid smile.

"Arabella"

"Ah, more fitting. Lovely really" he nods bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets and teeth chewing on his inner cheek.

"thanks" I manage and he offers me a warm smile. One that soothes the redness in my cheeks.

"I've got a bit of a show to do, but I want to see you backstage Arabella. Cool?" He digs in his pocket and reveals a backstage pass. I don't move to take it so he loops it around my neck, pulling my hair up so it doesn't tangle.

"Lotus" he inhales before letting my hair fall and leaving the bathroom. I walk to cracked mirror and examine my face.

"Shit," I whisper.

"Shit," my reflection echoes as if she too can't believe that I had just met Matty Healy in the dingy bathroom of a concert venue whilst he was getting off.

"Shit."

[sevlawless]

Top 5 moments Arabella thinks of when they reminisce on their past w seven (I chose violence)

u rlly did pls know i have thought abt this ask at least once a day since getting it LMFAO sorry it's taken me so long to respond

under the cut because i am insane abt them but we all knew that already (see the url and the web weaving and the fic and-)

these are in no particular order also they r just all equally sad 💔

ask me my top five anything!

1. the fight tm - more than likely the last time she talked to seven for more than a minute LMFAO she thinks abt all the things they said to each other and honestly wishes she didn't say the horrible shit she did because of COURSE she didn't mean it but it is what it is you know ... she never wanted to hurt him but that night they were both hurting each other and she just couldn't hold back despite knowing everything she was saying was wrong and she thinks A LOT abt if seven feels that way too ... maybe she'll find out soon ! LMFAO

2. their first kiss - i've said this before but for my personal headcanons abt sevenbella they kiss for the first time on arabella's 21st birthday bc he got her a really thoughtful gift that she wanted for a WHILE and just that feeling of someone completely understanding you inside and out they know you better than you know urself etc. anyways she thinks abt how that arabella would feel if she knew how it all played out .. would she still kiss him? would she still date him? the answer is yes ofc but it eats her up LMFAO

3. when they first met - just two middle schoolers who had no idea the impact they would have on each other .. LMAO and just all those sleepovers and getting to know each other and being inseparable she misses it desperately and she knows she will never have that type of connection with anyone ever again as much as she tries to recapture it

4. getting their tattoos - arabella is heavily tatted and is very like .. she KNOWS getting ur partner's name initials etc. tatted on u is just bad luck but she was in love with this mfer all her tattoo etiquette went out the window 😭 more specifically she thinks abt that night before they went to sleep both drunk as hell but feeling very much in love and tracing her finger over seven's tattoo and vice versa and telling each other how much they mean to one another :) i made myself depressed with this one

5. writing their first dead apple song together - do i know what this song is? NO! but anyways LMFAO just being excited abt being in a band with ur friends and feeling so proud of writing a song with ur bestie ! this song made it onto their very first ep and although it isn't on any streaming platforms anymore arabella still has the first demo of it on her computer and when she's feeling especially bad down she listens to it (and because of the very end if u listen close enough u can hear seven laughing and god she misses his laugh but EYE cannot get into that rn)

[sevlawless]

for the infamous ask game: persona, fame, besties, change and wild card?👀👀

thank u for the ask! <3

infamous ask game

persona: how does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

i answered this here!

fame: do you think your character will enjoy fame? do they think they will? what elements do you think they might struggle with? do you think they’ll be happy at the end of this road?

all arabella has ever wanted is fame honestly! she wants to be recognized for her talent she wants all the attention she can get SHE WANTS TO BE LOVED BY MILLIONS !! she would struggle with the paparazzi i fear .. she's so used to doing her own thing and not caring abt who sees her i fear some of the things she does would end up biting her in the ass if she got photographed doing it 😭 and i genuinely do think she'll be happy once she's famous, like this is all she's ever wanted and having her dreams come true would make her so happy

besties: what’s their friendship with rowan like? what are some things only he knows about them?

me personally i want to fuck him but arabella and rowan are best friends ! i feel like their energies just match up and they both just want to be rich and famous 🤩 they're also both very sarcastic like they just GET each other on so many levels.

i think out of the band rowan is the only one who actually knows the full extent of how horrible she was doing when seven left. he's the one she called after getting her dui not even her parents LMFAO he's the one that picked her up. i feel like since rowan and seven were best friends before everything happened, arabella found it a lot easier to confide in him about how she was feeling because rowan and seven were so close yk? like he understood the most out of anyone in the band what she was going through.

change: how has their personality changed since seven left the band? are those changes related to seven leaving?

answered this here :)

wild card: tell us something about your mc!

okay i hc that arabella absolutely IDOLIZES fiona apple 😭 oh to be a fly on the wall when 14 year old arabella discovered her music for the first time.. but yeah aside from G/misfit alley, fiona apple is the one other artist that arabella was absolutely obsessed with growing up and still is. that's another reason why she learned piano, so she could learn fiona apple songs LMFAO the first song she ever learned how to play on piano was i know :) i mean hell even her band name is fiona apple inspired LMFAO she wanted to honor her in some way, and "dead apple" was the one name seven would agree too 😭 he would have agreed with anything she suggested tbh but dead apple just sounded the best !