#Alex gaskarth x reader

[imawkwardlysoc]

kiss me again

Song- kiss me again by we are the in crowd ft. alex gaskarth

Pairing- javy 'coyote' machado x female!reader

Warning(s)- none

Wordcount- 1,762

Summy- An awkward moment happens between the reader and Javy and everyone they know can see it.

This just in! Sparks fly as we see pop-punk princess Y/N L/N of The Daggers and her guitarist Javy Machado flirting and smiling at each other last night. Not surprised with the amount of chemistry they have, we’re pretty sure they’re in a relationship together. The two were spo-

Letting out a groan, I turned off the tv that was in my living room. Finishing up my breakfast, I heard my door open revealing Bob, our publicist.

“You saw E-News didn’t you?” He asked.

“What do you think?” I raised my eyebrow. “Can a guy and girl just go out for dinner without any romantic relations?”

“Look this is me asking you as your publicist,” he looked at me. “Did anything happen between you and Javy so we can control the media? As your friend, again did something happen between the two of you?”

*Last Night*

Walking into his car while still catching our breaths with the amount of laughing we had throughout dinner. Opening the passenger door for me, I thanked him and got into the car before he closed the door. Him getting into the driver’s seat, he started the car and drove me back to my house. Throughout the drive we sat in comfortable silence as we admired the San Diego nightlife.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” I said as we walked up to my door. “This is so much better than food we eat on tour.”

“That is true,” he let out a chuckle. “Ready for the show tomorrow?”

“Our last concert of the tour? Yeah, it’s going to be bittersweet,” I answered. “Well, tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

I got on my tippy toes and made my way to place a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see yo-”

I got interrupted when Javy moved his face which caused our lips to touch. Our lips started to move which caused me to feel my stomach flip in multiple ways.

“I’m so sorry,” Javy apologized and started to walk away.

“Javy!” I called out for him but it was too late since I saw him getting into the car.

*Today*

“So, you two kissed?” Bob looked at me as I nodded. “You’re screwed.”

“Bob!” I looked at him in disbelief.

“I’m looking at this from a PR point first,” he defended himself. “Look, the lead singer dating the guitarist. Sounds good until you hear they break up and things are awkward between them as they perform together. We already have Jake and Bradley dating, we don’t need another PR accident.”

“That’s why I break up with people in a neutral and understanding sense,” I told him.

“And that’s good,” he nodded his head. “I just want to be careful with things. That’s all I’m saying. The two of you won’t be awkward on stage tonight right?”

“I have to talk to him about that but we’ll see,” I answered.

“Okay, now let’s go,” he looked at his watch. “We have soundcheck and the VIP meet and greet.”

Nodding my head and grabbing my things before leaving the house. Getting into his car, I buckled myself in, and he started driving to the venue. Throughout the drive, I did my vocal warm ups and got out of the car when we reached it. Going through security and showing our passes, we walked to the green room to see the rest of my band members there. Mickey was warming up on his drum pad while Natasha was playing on her bass. Bradley was playing along on his keyboard as Jake laid his head on his lap strumming the rhythm guitar. Looking around the room, I felt my heart stop as I saw Javy sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“Finally everyone’s here,” Pete, our tour manager, clapped his hands together as he walked into the room. “Come on, you need to get to the stage for soundcheck.”

Putting in my in-ears, I walked to the stage and grabbed my microphone. Starting with the opening song, we proceeded to do some songs that were in the middle of the show. Throughout the soundcheck, we also fooled around since all of our systems were already working and up to speed. Javy and I also sent some awkward glances to each other which I think everyone was probably getting hints on what happened.

“We need to talk,” I walked up to Javy as he handed his guitar to his guitar tech.

He nodded his head and we headed to a private and quiet space in the venue. Shoved my hands in my pockets and walked back and forth.

“Why did you leave after you kissed me?” I asked him.

“Because, I-” he paused himself. “I don’t know, I guess my impulsive thoughts just got to me.”

I felt my heart break a little bit. “Just impulsive thoughts?”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head. “You’re not mad are you?”

“No, I’m not,” I waved him off. “Well, we gotta go to the VIP thing.” He nodded his head and we went to the VIP room where some of our fans were. Meeting up with the rest of the band. All of us took pictures with the fans before we answered some questions and played some games. At the end, it involved us playing a game of Twister before we had to leave to get ready.

“Right hand red,” Brad called out since he didn’t want to play.

I saw Javy move his hand and ended up on top of me. I’m going to kill Bradley if he’s doing this on purpose. Our faces could feel each other breathing, that's how close we were. My heart was beating rapidly as we made eye contact and got closer. Soon all of us collapsed on each other since Jake slipped his foot while moving it. Letting out a groan, everyone got up and we said goodbye to the fans before heading back to the green room. Natasha and I changed into our concert clothes before doing our hair and makeup.

“So, what’s going on with you and Javy?” Nat asked. “All of us saw how awkward you guys were.”

“We kissed last night,” I told her.

“No, really?” She looked at me and I nodded in confirmation. “Did you not like it?”

“No, I liked it,” I told her. “It’s just that he straight up left after he kissed me.”

“Oh,” she hissed.

“And I asked him today after soundcheck and he told me it was an impulsive move,” I added.

“Oh girl,” she squeezed my shoulder. “I don’t know why he said that, he’s so into you.”

“Really?” I questioned.

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” I blushed a little. “Ever since he joined three years ago and that dinner just sealed the deal. It just took me a while to realize it.”

“Then make a move,” she told me. “Be dramatic or subtle. Who knows?”

“Yeah, I’ll do something,” I nodded my head and we finished getting ready.

With everyone dressed, we took a pre-show shot and put in our in-ears before heading on stage. All of us got hyped up as we listened to our fans chant our band’s name throughout the venue. I said goodbye to them as time got closer since I had to pop out of the stage. Trying not to hit my head, I got onto the platform and waited for my cue. Popping out of the stage, I started to sing our opening number.

Throughout the concert, everything that happened the previous night and this morning left my head. I was jamming out with everyone on stage and with the crowd. The stage chemistry that Javy and I have every night when we performed came out of us. There wasn’t any awkward tension between us.

After performing for almost an hour and a half, sadly we had to wrap things up.

“Sadly we have reached the last song of the evening,” I pouted as the crowd cried, not wanting the concert to end. “We all had such a good time with you and we are glad to spend this time with you. Now it’s time for the song that brought us into the band we are now! This is Kiss Me Again.”

I smiled as Javy’s guitar played throughout the speakers before he started to sing.

“And kiss me again underneath the moonlight,” Javy and I dueted as we looked each other in the eyes. “You’re more than a friend, oh. I knew it from the first sight, yeah.”

Taking my mic off the stand, I walked over to where Javy was. We shared a moment before I left and headed to the right side of the stage where Natasha, Jake, and Bradely were before moving to Mickey. As we reached the end of the song, I made my way back to Javy and warped my arm around his neck as we faced each other.

“Oh, kiss me again.” I sang before placing my lips on his.

Everyone, even the band, started to cheer as Javy and I kissed. A mix of fireworks, butterflies, and my stomach flipped many times. Detaching our lips, all of us got together and grabbed each other’s hands before bowing. Thanking the crowd with tears in my eyes, I did one more bow before heading off stage. Hugging my band, Javy grabbed my hand and we headed to a private space again to talk about what just happened…again.

“Impulse action or?” He asked.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I smirked. “What about the first time?”

“Nope, it wasn’t,” he shook his head. “Just wanted to do it for a while but never knew how I could do it.”

“Then why did you walk away?” I questioned.

“I just thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” he answered.

“Javy, you’re the guy I want to be with. It just took me a long time for me to realize it,” I told him.

“Wanna go on a date?” He raised his eyebrow.

“I was hoping you would ask me that,” I replied. “Text me the time and place. I’m free after today.”

“Got it,” he smiled and I sent him a wink before leaving him to get changed.

“This band is going to be the death of me,” I let out a laugh at what Bob said when I walked up to him.

“Oh, you love us,” I wrapped my arm around him.

“Sadly,” he dramatically sighed. “Now go get dressed, we have an after party to go to.”

[klaine-a03-feed]

Berrybloom Academy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fJwXKUx by StanBoleyn Welcome to the Berrybloom academy! Home to young people who have discovered they have 'special abilities' A reader x Anne Boleyn fic Words: 1250, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Hunger Games, Harry Styles - Fandom, Bandom, Glee, High School Musical (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Y/n - Character, Anne Boleyn, Kellin Quinn, Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Oli Sykes, Alex Gaskarth, Katniss Everdeen, Britney S Pierce, Will Schuester, Sue Sylvester, Barack Obama, vanessa williams Relationships: Anne Boleyn/Reader, Vic Fuentes/Kellin Quinn, Kellin Quinn/Oliver Sykes, Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth, alex gaskarth/ Matt Bellamy, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Troy Bolton/Gabriella Montez, Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Barack Obama/Harry Styles, Elsa (Disney)/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood) Additional Tags: Superpowers

[emo-band-imagines]

Alex gaskarth x ftm child reader

You knew all the rules: Don't bind for more than 8 hours, don't sleep in a binder and most importantly don't bind with bandages. But when you're not out as trans yet and you badly want a flat chest you make silly disicions. One of those was to bind with bandages.

You knew it was wrong because of all the damage it causes but it felt so good slowly seeing your chest get flatter. But you couldn't keep it up much longer. You needed a binder. But that meant coming out to your dad.

Your dad had nothing against trans people or anyone for that matter but you were still scared.

But today was the day. You were going to come out.

You prepared your dad's favorite meal and carefully laid it on the table. You sat down anxiously picking at your nails waiting to hear the click of the front door.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost didn't hear the door. Your started to get more nervous as your heart your dad's footsteps loomed closer.

"Hey y/d/n" you cringed not wanting to be called that. Once Alex saw the dinner table neatly laid he grew suspicious. "what's all this for baby" you couldn't take it anymore.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT MY NAMES Y/N. I'M TRANS. I'M A BOY. I'm your son" Alex was shocked at your sudden outburst. He instantly walked over to you and hugged you tightly not wanting to let you go.

"I'm sorry" that's all you kept whispering to Alex.

"it's okay don't worry about it. I know that it must've been frustrating keeping all this bottled up. But I'm glad you told me" you broke down at Alex's words.

"tomorrow we'll go out and get your hair cut and buy you a binder, okay?"

You smiled through your tears and Alex wiped them away "okay".

The next day after you nad Alex went shopping, Alex invited his band over. Jack saw you and instantly screamed "y/d/n I haven't seen you in ages come give uncle Jacky a hug". At his words you began to cry. Jack insiantky hugged you asking what he'd done.

You told all the guys to sit down on the sofa. You took a deep breath in "I'm trans". They looked at you shocked then quickly gathered you into a hug basically telling you what Alex had told you.

"Let's order pizza and ice-cream and have a movie night" Rían suggested. So that's what you did and that's where you woke up in the morning asleep on Jack's shoulder.

[kimhargreeves]

Count Me In-Alex Gaskarth

"I promise once the concerts and tour are over i'll be the first one to visit you,you can always count on me."

Those words kept repeating inside of my head no matter what i always remember Alex and the times we shared together,many mistook us for a couple but we aren't we've just been best friends ever since his brother passed away many years ago,he's helped me through a lot of shit.

Both my parents passed away right when i ran away with Alex and i couldnt do anything,i blame myself for their deaths even though they both hated me.Before i was born my mother was pregnant with a boy until she suffered a miscarriage.

Once my mother had me i was the black sheep of the family whenever we had a family reunion everyone would talk about about me and the way i began to dress up,my parents blamed me for their sons loss and just hated me deeply. I wish i wouldve had a older brother to look up to like Alex had,i looked up to Alex like any younger brother or sister would look to their elder.

But soon i started to see Alex more than just a brother or a family member..i started to have a small crush on him which led to me liking him even more when Jack Barakat his friend asked me if i had feelings for him.

Not long when i escaped with Alex he formed All Time Low which consists of Jack,Rian,Zack and Alex himself as the leas singer. Years have passed and they were on their Back To The Future Hearts tour and i stayed home close to where they were playing their last concert for the tour.

You've come this far, You're all cleaned up, You've made a mess again, There's no more trying, Time to sort yourself out... Hold on tight, This ride is a wild one, Make no mistake, The day will come when you can't cover up what you've done, Now don't lose your fight, kid, It only takes a little push to pull on through, With so much left to do; You'll be missing out, and we'll be missing you.

Missing You has to be my favourite song out of the Future Hearts album,it has a deep meaning and it makes it even special to me since Alex wrote it especially for me,the song is mine.Alex is always so kind and thoughtful to everyone including me which i disagree,i'm a burden to him and i dont deserve him.

These months have been so lonely and i rarely go out only to buy some food to live but i need someone to talk to everyday,to see everyday.I sit down on the carpet and begin to cry when my iPod switched to the song Remembering Sunday.

This song perfectly describes him..or rather us...

I pulled out my pocket knife and stared at the razor in hand and my wrists that had multiple of lines,those lines of self harm,scars...I cry even more and was about to do it when i heard the door open and Alex stared at me scared. Alex dropped his bags and ran over.

"A-Alex!?"

"W-what are yoy doing? (Y/N)?!"

He took the knife away from me and threw it across the room,he shook my shoulders and grabbed my face in his hands so i could meet his brown eyes, "I'm s-so sorry! I know i promised you i would never do this but-"

"Don't you dare do anything like that again..that's why i'm here and never left you...remember? You can always count in me in anything..i dont want to lose you too."

Alex let a couple of tears fall and i was fast enough to see he had a few scars as well on his wrists barely visible, he bandaged my arms as i kept apologizing till he kissed my forehed and took out a ring.

"(Y/N) this is a promise ring not a wedding ring..just yet.." wait does he mean that he tends to marry me someday?   He stares into my eyes and i couldnt help but smile just at the sight of him being back.

"I want you to really promise me that you wont self harm ever again..if you feel like then just look at this ring and think of me..i will also use one." I saw him with a similar ring,he took my hand in his and places the ring.

"You'll never be truly alone..thank you for being their for me." He said and placed his hand on my cheek,i melted under his touch and smiled at him.

"Thank you for everything Alex."

I replied and embraced him in a tight hug when he joined me on the couch.I will try to be stronger for you Alex Gaskarth..after all there might be a future for us up ahead.

[getawaygaskarth]

x | give credit if used

yeah i chose Rian

[foliea]

Cake On Your Birthday - Alex Gaskarth Imagine

Pairing: Alex Gaskarth x Reader

Word Count: 624

Warnings: One cuss word???

Author’s note: Okay so,,,, this is about the song Birthday by All Time Low I’m not sure why I wrote this but I did. Also I have no hate towards Lisa, I just thought this would fit better for Alex :)

“Y/N sweetie? Didn’t All Time Low release a new song?” My mom asked me.

“Yeah it’s called birthday.” I smiled thinking about Lex.

“I hear there’s a music video for it.” Micah remarked with a smirk. “We should watch it.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’ve already seen it?” He shrugged with a little laugh. “Why not, I mean I haven’t seen it.”

I grabbed my laptop and opened YouTube. After finding the video, I turned the screen so everyone could see it.

The video opened up with Alex... tied to a chair. Then Rian also tied to a chair. Then Zack, then Jack, then Alex again. The video only got weirder as it went on. Cake was thrown in their faces, a giant panda showed up at one point, and to top it all off the very awkward synchronized pounding of fist on the table.

By the time the video was done my brother was in hysterics and my mom was utterly confused. “What did I just watch?” My mom asked after a few minutes of silence.

“I-I’m not sure.” I replied, my brother still laughing. “But I do know it had All Time Low written all over it.”

“I’m playing that on your birthday. Wait no you’re wedding!” Micah joked, with a form of seriousness laced in his words.

“Don’t say that around the boys, Jack’ll agree immediately.” laughed along with him.

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“Lex? Where are you?” I called out.

“Babe?” I followed the sound to the kitchen. “Hey there cutie.”

I stood on my toes and placed my lips on his. “Hiya.” I smiled.

“How was your moms place?”

“Good.” I responded. “We uh watched your music video.”

“Oh uh” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you like it?”

“Well it was original...” He laughed a bit. “But Micah said he’s gonna play it at our wedding.”

“Our wedding?”

My eyes widened at Alex’s response. “Uh well I mean. Uh I didn’t mean to-”

“Y/N. It’s okay, you’re fine.” He grabbed the sides of my face. “I’m not upset, I promise.”

Alex quickly pressed a kiss to my lips. “I love you, Lex.” I smiled.

“I love you too N/N.”

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“Happy birthday dork.” I opened eyes to see Alex in front of me.

“Thank you, Lex.” I pecked his cheek.

“Everyone’s downstairs but you looked too cute to wake up.”

I rolled my eyes, getting up. “Give me ten minutes.”

Alex nodded leaving the room. I walked over to my dresser pulling out a Glamour Kills sweater and ripped jeans.

After changing I picked up my phone and walked downstairs. “There she is, the girl of the hour!” Jack exclaimed upon seeing me. “Happy Birthday, freak.”

“Wow thanks Jack.” I sarcastically responded.

“Hey wait I’ve got a video to show everyone.” I turned to Micah who already had the remote to my Roku TV in his hands, ready to open YouTube.

I turned away from the TV to try and find Alex. I spotted him talking to my mom. “Bubs.” I spoke walking towards the pair.

Alex looked over and opened his arms, smiling. “Hello beautiful.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“Oh shit! I love this song!” Alex and I both looked over to where Jack was stood in front of the TV. The first few cords of Birthday rang out into our living room. Alex let out a laugh as I buried my head into his shoulder.

“Birthday down. Wedding to go.” Micah spoke up after the song finished. The boys ooo’d and Lex laughed again as I rolled my eyes. Although if Alex was as happy as he was now about the song, I would be perfectly fine hearing it then.

[gaskarthimagines]

Alex making a cheesy proposal to his bf of 10 years

“Fun fact,” Alex laughs as he opens the door to Funtopia Arcade, “the band didn’t have enough money to rent this whole thing out.”

You laugh, taking his hand and walking over to purchase tokens for today’s date. The arcade is the same one the band shot Backseat Serenade in, Alex brought you here while it’s open, hoping to have a fun day off. The busy streets of New York shake the windows of the dimly lit arcade. You shriek, running over to the arcades version of Whack-A-Mole, Alex hides his face in his hands. You grab the mallet as Alex crouches down to insert the coins for the machine. 

He watches you in awe as you play the game, you try to stay focused but his loving gaze distracts you, letting the fake moles win. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“The moles won,” you pout. Alex laughs, kissing your forehead.

“Well this mole will let you win every time, okay?” 

You blush, taking his hand and running over to the claw machine. He skids you both to a stop, asking to get some food first so he “can really use his skills well enough to win you a prize.” You agree, sitting down at the bar as he orders a milkshake for you to share. You notice when he walks over to the machine, seeming as if he was inspecting it. You leave the milkshake at the bar, walking over to him.

“Ready to play?” you ask. He looks back at you, the yellow of the machines box reflecting in his face. He nods eagerly, jamming two coins into the play slot. He tells you not to look, that he wants the stuffed animal to be a surprise. It’s a while when he finally wins, you can tell he’s frustrated but he’s proud. 

“You can look now,” he says. You turn around, removing your hands from your face. You gasp at what you see. Alex is holding a stuffed bear with the words “Will you marry me” sewn into the heart. You nod, taking the bear into your hands before quickly dropping it on the carpeted floor of the arcade. You kiss Alex, not caring who’s watching. He laughs when you pull back, his face red and his eyes teary.

“Was it a good surprise?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, I was sick of sleeping alone when you’re on tour.”

“Touche.”

[remembering-jalex]

Somewhere In Neverland (Alex Gaskarth X Reader)

authors note: hi! this is my first post on here, so I hope it doesn't suck too much. I really hope you enjoy! this is also meant for a female reader :( next time I will try my hardest to make it gender neutral. also, requests are open! this is just a story I came up with during the boring days of school

EDIT: this was my first post to this blog. my first story EVER. i know it sucks lol so i’m sorry for all the spelling errors and such.

You splash your face with cold water, hoping to wake up in the slightest. Hey, anything helps. You walk out of the bathroom and throw on some clothes. You decide on some black skinny jeans, a band shirt, some converse, and of course-in your signature style-a beanie. You hear a slight rumble in your stomach. You walk to the kitchen and make yourself some coffee. That should tide you over  until lunch.

The cold, lonely apartment begins to brighten as the sun breaks through the horizon. Colors of orange, pink, and yellow stream through the sky. “Last year of this hell,” you mumble to yourself. This was it. Senior year. After these two dreadful semesters, you could be free and get out of this boring prep school. Your grades at your old school were so amazing compared to your classmates,, earning you a scholarship at one of the most prestigious schools in Maryland. Your parents shipped you all the way to Baltimore for this. Hell, they even paid for your apartment out here. Almost seeming like they wanted you gone. And if you’re asking, yes, you have been by yourself for four years. Of course you go visit your folks on holidays and such, but other than that, you don't see them much. But if we’re being honest, living by yourself is absolute bliss compared to living with your parents.

You go to the bathroom and finish getting ready. Simple makeup and loose curls as usual. You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk outside. The cool morning air gives you a slight chill. You put your earbuds and begin to walk to school, as you do everyday. The sweet sound of guitars and the crashing of the drums put your mind at ease.

You think about some of your classes. You already have most of your credits, so you get to leave school around 1pm. You walk into your first class. It’s writing. One of your favorite things since you were a child. Something about the pencil gliding across the paper and being able to express whatever you want seems like a sense of freedom to you. You legs guide you to a seat in the back. The back seems fitting for you because you were never much of a people person. After all, you did spend most of your time writing. The teacher begins to call role and the class settles down. It’s the last year, the mantra repeating in your head.

As the teacher begins her lesson, a boy bursts through the door, maybe just a minute or two late. “Mr. Gaskarth,” the elderly woman says adjusting her glasses, “ please just find a seat. And be on time next time.” She rolls her eyes. The boy’s eye frantically shoot around the room, desperately searching for a seat. After a moment of scanning, his eyes land on you. God, this dude is gorgeous. He has the most mysterious, chocolate brown eyes you had ever seen. He shoots a devilish grin at you. Dammit, had he caught you staring? But in your defense, how could you look away? This guy is the definition of perfect-and you are not one to exaggerate. The chocolate eyed boy marches over towards you, taking the only empty seat in the room. You tried not to give him any mid at all, hoping he would lose interest and leave you alone. But did you really want him to leave you alone?

“Hey,” you hear a slight whisper, “I’m Alex.” You look  deeply at this guy. He has the sweetest smile plastered on his face. You blush madly. How could one boy-a gorgeous one at that-cause you to get so flustered. “Hi,” you reply weakly. This guy just takes all the words from your mouth. You imagine yourself looking like a school girl at this moment.

The rest of class you daydream about Alex. You cringe at the thought of how you act around him. Every so often, you catch him slightly staring at you. How could someone like him be interested in someone like yourself?

The bell rings and you quickly gather your things. Your feet shuffle as swiftly as they can, hoping to beat Alex out of the door. But alas, the brown eyed boy who claims the name of Alex is right on your toes.

“So a ‘hi’ is all I get?” Alex asks playfully as he struts next to you. “Sorry,” you chuckle, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I guess you’re worth more than just a ‘hi’.” “Yeah, I’d like to think that,” he says, that dumb smile still on his face. “So, what time do you get out?” he asks. “Around 1. You?” you reply. “I get out at 1 too!” he says beaming, “How about I give you an offer you cant refuse?” he says. “Alright,” you say, “shoot.” “You, me, after school, hanging out. What do you say?” he says slightly anxious. “Um, sure,” you respond. A wave of relief washes over his face. “Sweet,” he cheers, “Meet me in this spot at 1:00 sharp.”

You look at your surroundings, trying to remember where you are at. You’re right under a clock next to the lunchroom. Alex begins to walk away. You feel slightly alone without his presence. As if, he had brought a piece of you to life. He turns his head around sharply and winks. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you giggle slightly. Man, what has this boy done to you already? 

[avengersfangirlimagines]

Ice Skating

Characters: Alex Gaskarth x Reader

Words: 500+

You loved ice-skating, it always reminded you of the times when you were a kid and would go with your family. 

A couple of years had passed since you had been in the rink last, and was a little scared to step out on the ice. 

You had dug up your skates in the closet the day before and were now tying the laces, tight. 

You saw a couple of kids skating with a bright orange traffic cone in a marked area of the rink. 

Couples were skating hand in hand and the local ice hockey players were out skating a little for fun. 

You wobbly walked to the small door between the benches and the ice. The cool air from the ice made you smile, you slowly glide across the ice until you pick up the tricks you had learned as a kid. 

You were looking at all of the small details around the rink. You rambled into someone, clinging to the person while you both fell down and land on the ice. 

“Jesus Christ,” the person rambling into you said. You looked to your side and were met with a pair of brown eyes and a smile. 

“I’m so sorry, are you okay,” he helps you up holding your hand until you’re completely steady again. 

“I’m fine really, are you okay?” You ask the man standing before your eyes. 

He was taller than you, his brown hair tucked under a beanie only with his fringe visible and a gray sweater with the letters A.W.G written in big black letters on it. He was good looking. 

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m Alex by the way,” he smiled, you started skating beside each other. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you looked at him a noticed a sharp pain in your right ankle. 

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asks noticing the look on your face. “My ankle, it hurts really bad,” you said trying to fight the pain. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to the medics over there,” he took your hand and guided you to the small area outside the rink. The lady in the medical area examines your ankle while you’re talking with Alex. 

She wrapped your ankle up and told you to take it easy for the next couple of days. 

“So where do you live, I can drive you home if you want?” he asked and helped you up. 

“I live a few blocks away, what about you?” You asked him, thinking that it was only fair to know where he lived since he knew where you lived now.  

“A few blocks too, so what do you say let’s go,” he smiles and jangles his keys in front of you. 

You laugh and slowly get out in his car with a little help from him. 

“What do you do for a living?” You asked him as he started to drive away. 

“I’m the lead singer in a band, All Time Low if you’ve heard of us,” he smiled focusing on the road. 

“Let’s hear,” you said and picked up the Aux cord hanging from his radio plugging your phone out and finding his band on Spotify.

[chaoticyoungrenagade]

If anyone is willing to Have me write anything all time low related I’m down!!! :) I’ll do x readers and Jalex!! It can be anything you want and I will try my best at it! <3

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[sunsetinmyvein]

Some Kind of Disaster

Hot damn, you were right, this was fun to write. Thanks for the suggestion from the prompt list @robinrunsfiction​. And! My first Alex fic. Whatta guy. 

(the goats are not relevant, but I just love this man and his goats. This however, IS relevant)

Being woken up at three in the morning by mysterious sounds in your backyard was never a great thing. The thought that someone was breaking into my house was in the forefront of my mind as I peeked through the blinds, my heart racing as I tried to be discreet in case whoever it was saw me. What if someone was trying to break in? What was I going to do then? Where was my phone? Did I have time to call the cops? But my worries were quickly turned into confusion because there, stood in my backyard, was a random guy, patting my dog. I watched him for a solid minute trying to work out what he was doing. Judging by the squashed shrub in the corner, it looked like he had hopped the fence for whatever reason. He was wearing a hoodie, to hide his face, possibly? So maybe he was trying to break in? But he was making no moves towards any windows or doors..? He just seemed entirely infatuated by Jake. This was weird. This was not at all how I expected my Saturday night to go. After a few more minutes passed and this guy didn’t seem to have any malicious intent, I made my way downstairs to work out what the fuck was going on.  

 I stepped out onto the back lawn, keeping close to the door in case I needed to make a break for it and lock this guy out. But he didn’t even seem to notice me, I could just hear him making weird noises at Jake. Who, for the record, was being an awful guard dog. Apparently, he was a fucking pushover as soon as someone gave him ear scratches.

“What the hell are you doing?” I called out, finally getting this man’s attention. He looked up at me in surprise, his blonde fringe falling into his eyes before giving me a goofy smile.

“I love golden retrievers.” Was the answer that tumbled out of his mouth.

“I can see that.” I nodded with a frown.

“Dogs are so great.” He mumbled as he kneeled down in front of Jake, who was more than happy to keep receiving this attention.

“Why are you in my backyard?” I asked, taking a few apprehensive steps forward.

“What’s its name?” He questioned, opting to completely ignore me.

“Jake.” I answered.

  For all intents and purposes, this guy seemed pretty innocent in his intentions as he now repeatedly said my dog’s name (who just wagged his tail every time). The closer I got to him, the more I saw his slight wobble as he was trying to keep his balance. Ah. He was drunk. This suddenly made much more sense.

“Dude,” I started, placing a hand tentatively down on his shoulder. He looked up at me, with a doe-eyed look in his brown eyes. “why are you in my backyard?” I asked again in a softer voice.

“I-” He hiccupped quietly, “I was trying to take a shortcut and I think I got lost.” He frowned, scratching at his beard as he seemed to be racking his brain for an explanation.

“Shortcut to where?”

“Uh, my place.” He answered. “Or maybe an uber. Or a bus.” He continued, then seemed to get distracted as Jake shoved his nose back into his hand.

“Do you want me to call you a taxi?” I offered.

“Do you have to?” He pouted. “I wanna keep patting this guy.” He whined as he wrapped an arm around Jake’s shoulder and pressed their heads together.

  I had to admit, the sight was pretty adorable. Jake seemed incredibly stoked about this turn of events, and was staring up at me with a complete look of contentment. This random drunken man was also looking pretty cute with his face pressed up against my dog’s. I supposed this situation could’ve been much worse. There were a lot more awful things than having an attractive guy in your backyard fawning over your dog. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

“You have the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.” The guy slurred as he turned back to Jake.

“Are you talking to me or the dog?” I asked in amusement.

“You.” He answered instantly.

“Are you flirting with me?” I laughed. “While trespassing in my backyard?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Is it working?” He asked with what I assume was an attempt at a charming smile, but it just looked a bit dopey.

“Not really, hate to break it to you.” I admitted.

  He stood up, taking a step towards me. “Well, what if-” And then he promptly threw up onto my slippers. Great.

“Gross, man!” I groaned. At least it had mostly gotten on the grass, but these were definitely destined for the trash now. I saw Jake suddenly become incredibly intrigued in my slippers and quickly grabbed his collar to stop him from making this situation even more revolting than it already was. “You ruined my slippers.” I huffed.

“You’re being dramatic.” He said dismissively.

“I’m not being shit! You’re the one who just hurled on me!” I shouted.

“Did I?” He seemed entirely oblivious to the situation.

“God, how drunk are you?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I’m just… I’m just gonna sit down.” He muttered as he stumbled a few steps past me towards my back step.

“No! No, you’re not!” I called after him, dragging Jake behind me who still desperately wanted to inspect that patch of grass.

“I’m just gonna sit here for a bit.” He said again as he sat down and rested his head against back against the wall.

“No, get up- ugh.” I tried to grab his hoodie with my left hand, but didn’t have the strength to pull him up and hold Jake. And by the looks of things, it looked like this guy had already passed out anyway. “Fuck sake…”

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  It was a long Saturday night. I had to haul Jake inside so that I could spray the vomit off the lawn with the hose, and then promptly throw out my slippers. Once I was able to let him back outside, I then had to try and get the very drunk and passed out stranger into the house. A little voice in the back of my mind suggested that it might not be a good idea to take a wasted weirdo into my home, but I wasn’t the sort of person to just leave someone passed out outside. He seemed nice enough. I mean someone who gets distracted by dogs probably isn’t an axe murderer, right? And certainly for how drunk he was, he wasn’t going anywhere fast for a while, anyway. Once he was set up on the couch, it was already approaching five in the morning. I wasn’t likely to get much more sleep, but at least went back to bed for the sake of it.

  When it approached a more reasonable hour, I headed back downstairs. The man was still passed out on my couch. In the light of day, it was easier to properly take him in. His hair clearly wasn’t naturally blonde, because it had a good amount of dark brown growing out into it. The clothes that he was in certainly made him look like he could’ve been a thief, what with the black jeans and dark hoodie. Maybe I should’ve been prepared for the situation that he woke up and tried to mug me… Should I have a weapon handy? As I glanced around the room for something to at least have nearby, I heard him starting to come to.

“What… where…” He mumbled as he sat up on the couch. “Where am I?” He asked as he stared around the room, bleary eyed.

“On my couch.” I spoke, taking a step into his line of vision.

“I- uh, hi.” He said as he stared at me for a second. It looked like he was trying to work out if he recognised me or not. “Who are you?” He questioned eventually.

“The stranger whose backyard you stumbled into last night.” I answered.

“That I what??” He asked in shock.

“Who the fuck are you?” I chuckled. This poor guy seemed to have no recollection of his drunken night out.

“Alex.” He said as he rubbed at his eyes.

  Jake suddenly bounded into the room, clearly having heard his new buddy’s voice. “Hi, Ja- Oh.” Alex started, before catching himself with a look of realisation. “I am suddenly remembering some things…” He said as he stared down at my dog.

“Really?” I asked with a laugh as I watched him process this.

“Your shoes.” He gasped. The look of pure embarrassment on his face was incredibly amusing. “Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry.” He rambled as he looked up at me apologetically.

“It’s fine, they were cheap.” I sighed as I sat down on the recliner opposite him. This guy didn’t seem like he wanted to kill me. I think my decision to drag him inside had been a safe one.

“And I’m pretty sure I ruined one of your plants out there too, didn’t I?” He asked with a grimace as he glanced to the back door.

“I’ve been trying to kill that thing for years, I’m sure it will be fine.” I dismissed.

  Alex looked at me for a moment, seemingly trying to take in how his Sunday morning was going. “Would you let me make it up to you? I swear I’m not normally… like that.” He said, a sheepish smile making its way onto his face.

“You swear?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.

“We were out for an album release party and things got a bit out of hand.” He explained.

“Album?” I questioned instantly. “You make music?”

“Let me tell you all about it, over coffee?” He suggested with a hopeful expression.

I contemplated the offer for a moment. Realistically, I had probably met people under worse circumstances than having them throw up on my slippers. And this Alex guy was pretty attractive. “I’d be down for that.” I nodded.

“Maybe, uh, another day, though.” He amended quickly. “When I’m less hungover.”

Also throwing this here. For reasons. 

[riegan]

Finally Going To Be Okay Pt. 12

AN: Sorry I can't tag previous parts to this one, I'm posting on my phone so it's a little weird but here's part 12!

Warning- Talk of death/suicide, swearing Word Count- 998

I wake up to the hum of voices drifting from the kitchen and through my open bedroom door, I roll over and feel for Alex only to find and empty bed beside me. I slowly slide out of bed and wander into the kitchen, finding all four boys sitting around the kitchen talking to my mother as she cooks breakfast, telling her all about tour and the new album they are working on. When she turns around she instantly offers me a cup of coffee and motions towards the plate of fresh pancakes, I smile as I grab the cup of coffee and a pancake before hopping onto the counter as Rian goes back to telling the story of the time I tripped on a cord during their soundcheck and fell off the stage. “Rian!” I groan, throwing my pancake at him and successfully hitting him in the side of the head as everyone laughs and my face heats up. The subject soon changes and we all continue to talk about random things when my eyes drift over to the clock on the wall above the stove, “Shit.” I whisper, a heavy weight settling in my chest as I read the time, Ten o’clock. I let my eyes slide shut, wishing I could sink into the ground and never come out. I get pulled out of my thoughts when Alex leans closer to me, “What’s wrong?” he questions softly so he doesn’t interrupt the conversation going on around us. Alex had been the only one close enough to hear me curse and I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder, “We have to be to the funeral home at twelve, we should start getting ready soon…” I trailed off feeling the familiar lump forming in my throat. Alex nods as he pats my knee and we just sit there, enjoying the laughter going on around the room. When the clock reads ‘10:28am’ I sigh and slid off the counter before setting my cup in the sink and turning towards the people who have become my family and I smile before telling them, “I’m going to go get ready, knowing how slow you guys are I suggest you do the same.” I say said with a small smile still on my lips as I look at each of the boys before turning on my heels and leaving in the direction of my bedroom. After a quick shower I wrap my hair in a towel and throw on one of Alex’s old shirts as I try to figure out what I’m going to wear. A little while later I find myself standing in front of the full-length mirror with tears in my eyes as I brush my fingers across the fat, puffy, red marks scattered across my thigh, I see Alex show up from behind me in the reflection of the mirror. He is dressed in nice pants and a button down shirt with his hair still damp and sticking up in random places from where he ran his fingers through it. He wore a look of sadness on his face as he wraps his warm arms around my waist, squeezing softly and I can’t stop the broken whimper that escapes my lips. Alex effortlessly turns me around in his arms and pulls me into his chest as I hide my face against his neck and I feel him press a soft, loving kiss to the top of my head as he begins to rub my back comfortingly while I cry. It only takes a minute for me to compose myself and when I finally do, Alex pulls away from me and walks over to my closet and pulls out my favorite navy dress before directing me towards the bathroom to get changed. I change quickly, curling my hair but deciding against makeup before I slowly open the bathroom door, stepping out to show Alex who was busy fixing his hair in the mirror so I noisily clear my throat causing him to whip his head in my direction, a smile quickly pulling at his lips. “You look perfect.” He said, just above a whisper, stepping over and hugging me. Just as I sit on the edge of my bed to put on my shoes I hear Jack calling my name as he runs down the hallway towards my bedroom and in an instant he’s standing in my doorway with messy hair and extremely out of breath. “(Y/N), I need your help. Will you do my hair?” He says when he finally catches his breath with a stressed undertone and I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips at his disheveled appearance. “It’s not funny! Will you please help me?” He whines with a frown and I smile, “Of course I’ll help you. Sit down.” I say motioning towards the edge of the bathtub so I can get a closer look at his unruly hair. Jack lets out a sigh as he sits down, a small pout on his face as the other three boys walk in, all dressed nicely and ready to go. The boys start to laugh when they see Jack and he lets out a whine, “Alright, alright, you’ve had your fun now either shut up or get out.” I scold with a small smile on my lips. The laughter quickly dies down and the boys all find somewhere to sit either in the bathroom or just outside the door so we can still talk. I grab the flat iron turning it on, finding it still hot from when I used t to curl my hair, and begin fixing Jack’s hair as the boys talk and joke around. I finish Jack’s hair quickly and get all four boys out of my room and into the kitchen where my mother is waiting patiently dressed in her Sunday best. We all quickly pile into the car and set off on the quick drive to the cemetery.

[kimhargreeves]

Runaways-Jack Barakat

I can't wait to get out of this damn school and see my boyfriend already,I know i sound kinda desperate but he's been the only guy who has ever listened to me and cares about me more than my family has ever done. I'm in my final year and everyone expects me to become like my cousin,the perfect one with perfect scores ready to head to collage. I'm not ready..no..I don't wanna go to collage and waste more years.

I wanna live my life..a free life where no one tells me what to do and i'll be accepted for who I really am.

I won't apologize for who I am or want I wanna do in life.

The school bell rang and I headed straight outside deciding what i truly want to do. I started making my way out before I texted my boyfriend Jack to meet me at my house that I finally decided to leave with him,He's just two years older than me and isn't in school anymore obviously but my cousin hates him.

"Hey! where are you going?!" She says and stands in my way before I can walk any further.

"I'm leaving for good! I'm leaving with Jack so don't you dare stop me,i'm sick of you and everyone criticizing in what I want in life. She stared at me and quickly became angry, "So..you're leaving with that clown!? You can do so much better-"

"Better?! What end up like you? I know your dying inside and are afraid of telling the truth..get out of my way." I pushed her and ran all the way down to the house and grabbed a fews bags and stuffed my clothes and other things.

"(Y/N)?! Are you really sure?" Jack came bursting inside my room and held my shoulder.

"Yes.Jack! I decided i want to leave with you for real this time...I want to be with you." I stare into his deep brown eyes and smile a bit.

"I never thought you'd wanna leave.."

"Me neither..i'll miss this place..but i have to leave."

I finish packing my things and Jack helps me with it,when we reached out the house there standing by Jack's car was my cousin and parents, "So it is true? (Y/N)! Don't be stupid and get inside the house missy" My Dad shouts.

"I'm nineteen, Dad! Let me live my life."

"You are too young to go with some guy." My mother says.

"This guy is my boyfriend, Jack Barakat." I stare at my mother.

"You are so dumb!" My cousin angrily says to me.

"Don't you dare go away with him! You get away from my daughter."

My father began to walk towards Jack till I jumped in front of Jack, "Don't say anything else." Jack whispers placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Promise we'll stay together and head somewhere far away from here and be happy?" I ask him. Jack smiles down at me.My mom decides to speak, "Do whatever you heart desires then." She says making me happy that she agreed. My Dad however glares over at me.

"I know none of you like me..but I swear i'll take care of your daughter." Jack grabs my hand and we make our way inside the car and head off far away from my house. I stare down at my knees and begin to cry, "Sweetie? w-what happened? why are you crying?" Jack asks worried.

I shake my head and smile at him, "I'm just so happy I finally made the right decision..I know i won't regret it cause i'll be with you." I tell him.

Jack smiles keeping his eyes on the road, "Well..you'll be having the time of your life kid cause our life is just beginning."

[getawaygaskarth]

x | give credit if reposted

I thought my first post should be of my favorite person in the world Zack :)

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

Sugarplum Sweetheart

pairing: yoongi x reader (with background jimin x oc female) rating: g genre: established relationship, christmas, fluff with the smallest touch of crack and a sprinkle of angst genre: established relationship, christmas, fluff with the smallest touch of crack and a sprinkle of angst summary: It was unthinkable. Unfathomable. Unrealistic. Yoongi would never. song: Time to Fall in Love ~ Lindsey Stirling and Alex Gaskarth an: sweetest birthday wishes to my 언니 @daydreamer-writing. i told her i was gonna write her a yoongi drabble for her birthday and here it is!! hope you enjoy jj (and everyone else who reads it :P )

"He forgot!"

"You don't know that, eonni!" Jay lightly poked your shoulder as you stomped down the sidewalk. Snow lightly fell in the city, creating a soft, lovely atmosphere, and while you were cold, your anger was keeping you warm.

"How can I not know that?!" You shot back, slightly annoyed but not surprised that Jay was still trying to stay optimistic. You two celebrated your one-year friendship anniversary a few weeks ago, and you'd learned a lot about her throughout that year.

Like how she was always soooo cheerful, even when there wasn't any reason to be.

You paused your walking for a moment to glare at the younger girl. "He. Forgot." Your hands clenched in your jacket pockets. "It's been hours. I have no calls, no texts, and I know he doesn't have a super packed schedule right now." You looked away and started stomping again so she wouldn't see the tears that were starting to prick your eyes. "Yoongi forgot."

You hoped she didn't pick up the slight tremor in your voice. Thankfully, Jay decided to stop trying to convince you that Yoongi hadn't forgotten your birthday, at least for a few minutes.

It was unthinkable. Unfathomable. Unrealistic. Okay, sure, you hadn't been dating for more than a few months at this point, but still. Jay had been talking about celebrating your birthday non-stop for at least the past two weeks. Yoongi had to know. There's no way he would have forgotten. Yoongi would never.

It was one of the things you loved about your boyfriend. You fell for his quiet but caring love language, how he showed his feelings rather than said them, how he always remembered the small things. You told him once on your second date exactly how you liked your coffee, and he's made it for you like that ever since.

So you could not understand how the day was nearly over and you still had not heard one "happy birthday jagiya" in any form from him. Jay had dragged you out hours ago to do ~fun birthday things~ but you were sure she was just trying to distract you. You loved the sweet girl, but you were tired and cold and just wanted to curl up at home with some spicy noodles and be sad.

"Jay."

"Huh."

"Jay."

"What."

"Jayyyy!"

"Y/N-eonni!"

Your lips curled up a bit at your little game; normally you'd drag it out longer until she dropped eonni entirely, but you weren't quite feeling it right now. "I wanna go home."

Jay stopped walking and looked at you. With a slight tilt to her head, she smiled and asked, "How about we go to my place instead? There's still more birthday celebration time." You groaned and looked up, closing your eyes against the cloud-darkened sky. "Come on! I'll make you your coffee, and I'll make me my hot cocoa, and we'll sit down and watch shitty Christmas rom-coms. It'll be fun!"

You didn't really want anymore of Jay's "fun", but you were a sucker for coffee. With a sigh and a muttered, "Sweet baby Jesus," you agreed and called an Uber. One fifteen minute drive (and a few bad karaoke attempts from said unholy child) you and Jay were on your way up to her and Jimin's shared apartment.

Jay and Jimin had been dating for over half a year now, and it was through them that you were introduced to Yoongi. He and Jimin had been friends for forever, and Jay (according to her) just knew she had to get you and Yoongi in the same room, and then sparks would fly. A bit fanciful for both yours and Yoongi's tastes, but she was right.

"Your perfect boyfriend isn't home, is he?"

Jay rolled her eyes as the elevator doors closed. "Jimin isn't perfect."

"He hasn't forgotten your birthday."

"He hasn't had a chance to! My birthday isn't for another two months!" She breathed out a laugh and pulled her phone from her pocket. "I'm pretty sure he's out with the guys tonight, but I'll double-check for you."

You pouted, getting a bit bad for taking your feelings out on her. "No, you don't need to do that. It's fine if he is there." Jay typed up a message anyway and hit send.

"Too late~" she smiled, "I'll know in a minute." The elevator dinged and the doors opened. As the two of you walked together down the hall, Jay's phone went off. You couldn't see the screen, but the smile on Jay's face stretched wider, the kind of smile she had when you knew she was excited about something.

"What is it?" You asked, but she ignored you. Jay simply grabbed the sleeve of your jacket and began pulling you faster to her apartment door. "Jay!"

"Come on come on come on!!" was the only response you got. Her other hand was digging around in her jacket, probably looking for her keys. She stopped right outside the door, leaving you jostled right behind her as she jammed the key into the knob.

The door opened, and despite the outside hall light coming in, the rest of the apartment was pitch black. You didn't get a good chance to see it though, as Jay tugged you in and closed the door. "Quick, shoes and jackets off!"

"You know I don't like quick, quick gives me anxiety!" Jay didn't respond this time, instead leaving you inside her doorway in the dark apartment. You heard her footsteps get farther away from you and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"Do you not turn lights on anymore?" You asked as you removed your jacket and boots. All you got in return was her signature mischievous giggle. "Unholy child. Jay i can't see!"

"Then turn the light on!" You stumbled a few steps forward and reached out blindly, hitting your hand against the wall until you finally found the light switch. As soon as you turned the light on-

"SURPRISE!"

You were met by a large group of people, all smiling wide, with Christmas and birthday decorations littering the walls and a snack buffet on the kitchen table and counters. Jay had somehow joined the group in the dark and was standing next to Jimin; the rest of his friends were there too, and some people from work, and in front of them all...

Yoongi walked towards you, a large bouquet made of poppies and a streaming coffee cup in his hands. You watched him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw as he smiled and quietly said, "Happy birthday jagiya."

You fought against the tears forming in your eyes. You took the coffee (which felt so nice on your frozen fingers) and looked around at everything. "You... did all this for me?"

"I told you he didn't forget!" Jay shouted, which was met by several people shushing her.

"I didn't forget," Yoongi told you, "I just wanted to make your first birthday we celebrate together special. So I rounded up the guys and asked Jay to keep you busy for the day."

You peaked over his shoulder to glare at your friend. "You were in on this?!"

"Of course I was! I'm the only one who can get you out of the house!" You were going to retort but Jay continued. "Now kiss your loving boyfriend who did not forget your birthday and let's get this party started!"

You smiled against your will and looked up. Sure enough, there was a small sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. "Did Namjoon put that up?"

Yoongi laughed. "You know we didn't let him near any food or decorations." You laughed with him, then you both leaned forward. Everyone cheered.

Kissing Yoongi was one of your favorite things in the entire world. He was always so gentle with you, and his lips were always so soft. You didn't kiss for long, seeing as you had an audience, but it was enough to heal all the small cracks that you had created throughout the day.

Someone turned on some Christmas music (probably Jungkook) and someone else popped the champagne (definitely Jimin). Yoongi took your hand and fully pulled you into the warm atmosphere. There was now a permanent smile affixed to your face.

Maybe this wasn't the worst birthday you'd ever had. Maybe it was, in fact, the best.

This wasn't great but I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading! And make sure you wish jj a happy birthday!!

[gaskarthimagines]

Could I get one where it’s just a cute fluff day in bed with Alex and/or Jack? Maybe have a shower together but nothing smutty? Thanks! I’m excited to see what you guys do with your blog!

You know Alex snuck into your shared hotel room last night, and even if you didn’t you’d know because the room smelled of sweat and spilled Rockstar drinks.You groan, playfully shoving his smelly body off of you. When he tries to cling on to both you and his fleeting moments of sleep, you laugh as you pinch his arm. He jolts awake, rubbing his eyes in confusion as to why you pinched him. He frowns at you, his eyes still tired.

“Why’d you wake me so early?” he mumbles

“You smell,” you reply, throwing the covers off and looking back at him in last nights tank top. He pouts, lifting his arm up to test your statement. When he pulls back repulsed you laugh. Alex shrugs off the deathly hallows tank top as you go into the bathroom to start the shower.

“Can I come in?” he asks, peeking through the crack in the door. You laugh, holding the door open for him. He kisses your cheek before he climbs into the shower. “You’re not going to join me?” he asks.

“Not until you rinse and repeat at least three times, and not just your hair this time either,” He grins, knowing you’ve caught on to his tricks. He closes the shower curtain, promising to remind you when he’s done washing up.

You close the door so the steam and heat stays in the bathroom with Alex. You walk over to the bed to pick up his old tank top. Even at a distance it smells, but it smells like Alex. It reeks of Alex even, reminding you of how he smells and how gross but real it is. You’re here on tour with him this time instead of clinging to an old hoodie of his as you’re curled up in bed after a long day of work. 

Even though Alex’s embrace is almost suffocating after a show, you wouldn’t be anywhere else, especially halfway across the world when you could be right in his arms.