gaskarthimagines

[gaskarthimagines]

I hope you're still around, you seem cool

i'm okay anon! thanks for dinner he compliment you seem cool too! life's just been busy since graduation and with covid and all but i hope once concerts start come back i'll be in the right headspace to write again :)

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Just having a fun day of listening and rocking out to all kinds of music with Jack plz

You’ve always had a bad habit of having both and Ipod and a phone ever since high school. It didn't help Jack liked to steal one or the other in between his concerts. You both have a taste for classic rock, so you know he’s always jamming out whenever he has your music player. You sigh, texting him that you too would like to rock out soon, especially since you’re backstage during the lighting check and he’s off somewhere else. He texts you back soon, promising to hand deliver it to you after he listened to Gun’s and Roses Use Your Illusion albums. You groaned, knowing that both of those albums are over an hour long. You’re never going to get your Ipod back, but as long as Jack’s happy, you know deep down you are too.

[gaskarthimagines]

hey everyone! i’m sorry I havent been active bc of college and i just opened the inbox now. i dunno when ill have spare time bc my vision has been funny lately but i hope to get back to writing soon <3

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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.”

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Can you write an imagine where jack realizes hes bisexual and has an extreme crush on his guy friend?

You’re sitting in the tour bus, curled tightly in Jack’s adventure time blanket when Tom comes in. He smiles, his camera bouncing against his chest as he walks up the stairs.

“Still have that migraine?” he asks. You nod, slumping into the sofa. You couldn’t be backstage tonight because of your stupid headache. Jack understood but you still felt guilty when you saw his eyes dull a little. He snuggled in with you for a nap before going to soundcheck. You tried not to blush every time he checked your head for a fever, claiming “it’s flu season” and he’s “always on the look out for his guys.”

He woke you gently before going to the venue, smiling when your eyes fluttered open. He thumbed your cheek before he realized what he was doing, recovering his stance and taking his guitar in hand.

“Don’t do what I do, alcohol makes everything worse sometimes, especially under a million bright lights.”

“Good to know,” you smile weakly. Rian calls out to him, he smiles quickly as he runs off the bus so they’re not late.

You’re taken out of your memories from earlier when the couch shifts, Tom takes his camera off from around his neck. He powers it up, scrolling through pictures he took of the band backstage tonight. You smile when photos of Jack come up, he’s being crazy as usual. When the gallery ends Tom sits up, taking out his phone and bringing up a video.

“Why didn’t you take it on the better camera?” you ask, eyeing his Nikon. 

“It was just the guys and I fooling around post show, wasn’t anything serious but I jokingly asked Jack a question you might want to know the answer to.”

You lean in eagerly as Tom starts the recording. It shows Jack being interviewed by Tom, the other three boys playing around in the background. He’s sweaty and so are the others. Jacks wearing the shirt he had on before he went to soundcheck, this is from tonight. 

“How do you feel about dating boys on tour?” Tom asks, not expecting a real answer. When Jack admits to being bisexual Tom stops the video due to your excited response.Tom calms you down enough to finish the video where Jack admits to possibly having a crush on someone who’s with the band on tour. 

Your pounding migraine is all it takes to bring you back down to Earth. Tom smiles, leaving you to get some rest, reassuring you the boys will be back soon. You thank him for sharing the footage as he leaves. 

You try not to worry as your brain spins at a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out who Jack meant because it obviously couldn’t be you. Exhaustion pulls on your eyelids, eventually winning out. You just hope Jack shares the same feelings as you do.

The next morning at breakfast you’re one hundred percent sure he reciprocates, as if the kisses he woke you up with weren’t a good enough indicator. 

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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. 

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