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Back in my day when you looked up “jalex imagines” you got motherfucking All Time Low, not Wizards of Waverly place how did this happen how can I go back I wanna read gay fanfiction

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Can you do a Jack Barakat imagine where him and the reader are in highschool and Jack likes the reader but she doesn't know him and they get paired up for a project and the reader starts to fall for him sorry for the horrible explanation :)

Of course, thank you so much for requesting you lovely person, coming up next! <3

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Last Young Renegade Inspired

You smiled at the tattoo on your forearm, almost still fresh, smiling. It was a kids tattoo. It really was. Who else of an adult age decides to tattoo “Punk’s not dead” on their arm? But it was something to remember. It was something to remember every time you wanted to conform to the standards. Every time you ditched you favorite band t-shirt for a more mature look. Every time you held yourself back from reacting in an exaggerated manner to something that deserved it, just because you were told to stay calm, adults don’t freak out. It was a reminder to never again let yourself change because you’re supposed to, without feeling it in your bones. Because loud is good sometimes. Kicking under the table while holding back laugher is good sometimes. Not fitting in is good. Always.

So there you were, first row at a concert you almost missed. No chill band, no standing in the back or on the side, next to the bar. No. In the front row, ready to scream your heart out, until your lungs felt like they were coming apart because you needed to feel alive. You needed to be free, be present, have fun. There were so many young people around you, all excited, laughing with their friends, a big pile of loud laughing arm punching crazy people that let themselves just be, and it was wonderful.

And then you saw him. You saw him and it hit you like a rock because he was so different, and you wondered if you changed as much. You guessed you did, probably even more. He stood there, drink in his hand, arm resting on the bar, classic life sucked spot in the crowd, all in black, shorter hair. But it was him. Because even though he was older, there was blue in his hair and light in his round big eyes and you couldn’t help but shiver with a new found excitement.

It all came like a wave, not the slow and light kind, the one that takes the sand away from under your feet and makes you fall in the water. He reminded you of old times, of young love, of life as it’s meant to be lived.

You knew each other when times were crazier. When his hand was partly blonde and he was all lanky and crazy. When you cut your own hair didn’t miss a single concert. The band was a local one, and most of the crowd was made from their friends, but it was crazy. People were moshing and singing and yelling and getting up on stage and singing with them and it all felt like someone’s party. And this kid, tall and lanky, all red and sweaty got on stage to dive and somehow hit you in the most ungraceful way, but you couldn’t help but smile because there was all this life in him that you’ve never seen in anyone else before.

And so he, again, with not even a bit of grace, fell, right next to you, getting up as fast as he could. A bunch of awkward apologies, for hitting you, for letting him fall, but he didn’t dive again.  He stood there, next to you. And he was the worst kind of kid, that was tall as a tree and stood in the front row, but damn that, because he was amazing and he brushed against you every time he jumped, and you couldn’t help but think it was not by mistake.

After every song, you wanted to kiss him, but you were both busy head banging and jumping and screaming, and when the concert ended you didn’t quite know what to do, but he was about to leave so you kissed him, and for a while he didn’t do it back. But then he did. And it felt like a never ending moment, that lasted throughout the whole relationship.

He was wonderfully loud, always. He jumped a lot, and screamed, and played guitar as noisy as the amps would allow him. And his band got big, a while after. All Time Low. It was all insane and you enjoyed every single thing about it.

There was all this energy, always. And no, there wasn’t only that. There was crying at 3 am, there was screaming, there was making up, there was throwing things and curses. Because you were both two loud kids, with too many thing on their mind, and life was getting in, slowly. But it was you against the world. Because one day, you got so mad at something you didn’t even remember anymore, and he kicked your foot lightly, and pretended to push you off the couch if you didn’t cheer up. Because that’s what you needed in that moment. And one day, when he felt like he couldn’t breathe and the world was suddenly too small, you held him until the world didn’t matter anymore. Because that’s what he needed.

But life got in the way. You stayed, he left. And no matter how much you both tried, every time you saw each other, pieces of you didn’t fit as well anymore. Suddenly you needed to be held, and he needed to be kicked, suddenly there was a whole world between you, and not you two against it. And you just drifted apart. He got big, and you somehow gave up music for more mature things, like working and getting you degree.

In the end, you both grew up. You were no longer loud and n different ways, life seemed to have found its way of leading you on, instead of being inside of you.

You went up to him, and lightly kicked his foot, smiling.

“Hello stranger.” You said shyly, and his mouth was agape for a second, before smiling widely.

“So you’re ditching the mosh for the bar, eh?”

He laughed, placing the drink on the table, throwing an arm over you.

“I’m here to redeem myself from sad-bar concert-experience.” He finally said and you laughed.

“Oh oh yes, that explains why you are…standing at the bar…drinking…in a sad way.” You said, mocking him, and he lightly punched your arm. “But I think I can help with that. Because you see, I do redemption quite well, and I don’t see any tall assholes in the front row yet, so we might as well fix that, we both know that there MUST be one at every concert.”

“Call me Jack-the-asshole, he we go.” He said and you smiled.

“Come on.” You said, walking towards the front and you felt him grabbing your hand.

“Safety.” He smiled, and for a second, you looked past the beard, past the short hair, and he was the skunk haired kid with big eyes that he was back then.

You stopped in the front, and a devilish smile appeared on you face.

“Are you still shit at making the first move?” you getting closer to him, feeling the alcohol filling the air between your mouths.

“Just for the sake of the memory.” He answered and you kissed him. Not like you did when you were young. It was not shy, it was not awkward. It was filled with memories from the last 10 years, it was feeling alive again, it was Jack, for goddamn’s sake. Nothing felt quite like that since the last time you saw him. He was older, the beard brushed against your face, he knew where to put his hands and he kissed back immediately, but he was the boy that you cried after for a long time, and everything felt real again. You pulled away, breathing heavily and he smiled.

“Quite the memory lane, huh?” he asked and you shook you head.

“Oh I’ve thought about that memory for a while, but I’m more of a present girl.” You said, kissing him again and oh, how you wanted to keep doing it over and over again because that was, what you both needed.

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Can you do a Jack Barakat imagine based off the song Last Young Renegade by All Time Low :)

Sure, I can’ wait to play with this idea, thank you so much for requesting it, it’s coming soon. Have a lovely day! <3 

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Freud and daddy issues

Psychology is the science of making simple terms sound complicated. It’s the land of uncalled questions and daddy issues, if you trust Freud. Which is fine, usually. Kind of funny, but fine.  What is not fine is when the exams come.  There you were, a day and a night left until your last exam, the Psychology of Personality. Interesting enough, until somehow all these names get mixed up in all these theories and you’re suddenly wondering if introverts use the left side of the brain or the right side of the brain more.

And it’s fine, a day and a night is enough, you tell yourself. Lots of coffee, intense focus, pull an all-nighter and sleep after. The usual. But this time something’s changed. Yes. You cannot be all studying alone and focusing on your work, because Luke was finally home. With his big shining eyes and wide smile, he had more excitement in him than a whole group of kids entering a toy store somewhere right in that moment.

“Look, I’ll help you, okay? I will read to you, and you map out on a paper the important parts, okay?” he said trying to calm you down, and you nodded. It went on for a bit, his tongue tripping over some words, you laughing at him because god, he looked properly silly, speaking in a low and serious voice. He was all a mush of frowning, stuttering and laughing dork and it was amazing. But it was late and in that rhythm you would not be able to get it all done, even without sleeping.

“Luke, dear, as much as I enjoy watching you struggle, I think it’ll be over if I do it myself.” You said with a light smile, trying to not make him feel bad.

“My suffering is ended, thank you fair lady.” He said with an exaggerated posh accent, making you laugh.

He changed his position, moving next to you, in the bed. Then he moved at the desk. Then he sat on the floor, scrolling on his phone. From time to time you just stopped to look at him, and amuse yourself because god, he was like an impatient child.

After a while, he brought his guitar, because “I heard that music without lyrics helps you study faster”. But the hours went on and you got sleepier. Your brain felt overfilled with information, and sentences just passed you as you read them, not managing to memorize anything.

There was simply too much information, and every new theory came with a new name, and everything sounded the same and your eyes could not focus anymore. At the moment you were not even reading anymore, you were simply fixated on a page, thinking about how you just couldn’t do it. Your throat felt like it was getting smaller and you knew you were about to cry because damn you couldn’t fuck it up. You worked so much, so long, you could not ruin everything with the last exam of the semester. You instinctively cover your mouth with your fingers, feeling your lower lip tremble. You wanted to say something, anything, but you felt away, somehow. Like you were a dream. The guitar got louder and you tried closing your eyes but you just couldn’t block the sound. You felt stuck, you couldn’t even look up. Looked stopped playing and looked at you. You managed to look at him, and his expression changed. It felt like it was all in slow motion.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, what’s wrong?” he asked softly as he got up and put a hand on your back.

“I can’t. I just can’t. I’m tired Luke, I can’t study anymore I can’t take another exam I just want a break.” You cried and god it was something so small but it felt so, so big. He sat in front of you and cupped your face with his hands, pressing his forehead against yours, making you close your eyes. He was quiet for a few moments, and you listened to his breathing as it warmed up your lips.

“Then sleep. Look, take a break, sleep a little. Three hours. And then it will be easier, okay?” he finally spoke and you nodded, still crying without a sound.

“Go, wash your face, drink some water, I’ll just move everything on your desk and make the bed, and we’ll sleep for a bit. I’ll set the alarm, and when we wake up, I promise you’ll feel better.

And so you did. As you sat again on the bed, your lungs were able to breathe again and your face didn’t feel hot or swollen anymore. You both laid on your sides, face to face, just inches apart, your noses almost touching. You closed your eyes and exhaled loudly because god how happy you were he was home, and he was there and how much you were tired of doing everything by yourself with him gone on tour.

You felt his lips brushing lightly against yours and you kissed back, rougher, like that kiss could take all the weight of the world and melt it away. You felt his hand brush your hip lightly, as he pulled away from the kiss and press his forehead against yours. His breathing was hitched, heavy and loud, coming in waves on your now wet lips.

“We can’t.” he whispered in a low voice and you nodded. “I really want to, but we’ve got to sleep.” He continued and you nodded again. He let out a sigh and you smiled because got in what universe was sleep more important than that and since when was he the one to make such mature decisions.

But you tried to cool down, feel the blanket heavy on your body, melting away in the warmth that Luke’s body emitted, because you were indeed tired, and no sleep was like the sleep you got with Luke.

When the alarm rang, it sounded like hell broke loose right in your room.

“Nooo!” you almost growled.

But you indeed felt better. Luke made coffee, for the both of you, and you decided that being at the desk would help more. As for your study strategy, he got himself a chair, sitting next to you, and you explained every single concept to him. It was easier to explain thing to him than just read them aloud or write them.

“So the guy with the Oedipus complex was Jung?” he asked and you laughed.

“No, no, that was Freud. Jung was Freud’s student, they had a huuuuge huge fight.” You said and he nodded.

You kept explaining, as he took little notes, making them all funny, helping you remember the information. You placed you hand on his knee as he wrote something about conditioning not having any connection with hair conditioner, and he looked up. You bit your lip, smiling lightly.

“Thank you for staying up and helping.” You said and he leaned in, kissing you.

“Hey, I’m just a student here, you’re doing all the work.” He said, making you smile wider.

“And if you are a really good one, you’ll even get extra credit.” You said smiling and he swallowed, making you laugh and clear your voice, pulling away.

“Okay, now to behaviorism and Watson.” You said and he looked at you for a moment, cheeks still red, before writing it down.

All in all, you managed to pass the Psychology of Personality exam.

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Hi:)) can you please write a Luke hemmings imagine where you are studying physiology? like you are in tour with him and you need to study or he comes to visit to your house and you are studying or like idk he is writing music while you are studying, I don't care hahaha i am studying psychology too^^ i hope you understood me, I am Spanish so I am sorry if you don't understand my English, thank you anyway^^

Oh my yes sure. Also it's funny because I am studying right now for my last exam, it's 5 AM where I live, so it will be quite easy for me to get inspirayion hah. Thank you so much for the request! ❤

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After about 4 years, I am taking requests.

Hello word, fancy seeing you here. Now, this account has been inactive for a looong time, make it 4 years. But now, at almost 21, I’m back at it again, ready to write imagines for everyone.

A short reminder that everything on this blog was written by a 16 year old me, so everything up until this point is more or less badly written. I come here with new forces and actual knowledge about writing (and people also, I study psychology now) and ready to write my ass off.

So, send me all the band requests that you want with All Time Low, Pierce the Veil, Bring me the Horizon, 5 Second of summer, Tonight Alive, in any pairing you’d like. Also you can ask me about bands that are not mentioned and if I know them well enough I will do other band imagines too.

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Can you do a Jalex one where one of them gets depressed (you can decide why) and the other one doesn't realise but then they get in a fight and then there is a happy ending?

Yeees yess yees I have been waiting for this thank you so much can it be Jack the one? Because I have major Jack feels right now and I am so excited

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Quiet(Jack Barakat imagine)

Request:Jack Barakat imagine where he's your best friend and he's down because he can't get some chords right with the new songs? And you comfort him and fluff?

A/N:I really hope you'll like this because I actually like how it turned out. I also added the drinking detail,hope that's all right.

“So, what has been keeping you busy these days?” you asked your friend Jack. You got really close lately, but since a few days before, he was always busy. That wasn’t new, he was in a band after all, and with the new tour coming, he sure had a lot to do.

“Nothing much, just learning new songs and yeah…rehearsals I guess.” he said quietly. He seemed so tired, but you knew he was working hard in order for everything to sound perfect.

“By the way, did you know that today, we’ve been friends for 3 years,1 month and 19 days? We’ve already missed our 3 year anniversary.” you said, trying to change the subject,but he replied simply,with “Yeah,I know.”

“Wow,I didn’t expect you to. Even I thought that we met in autumn and not summer.”you said, feeling actually happy that he knew that.

“Well you once told me some dates and numbers and I remembered them.”

“Well, yeah, you’re good with music and making people smile, so I need to gave a thing, my thing is doing weird stuff like saying the exact amount of time for other things. A thing with things.” you said, letting out a small laugh,hoping that you would make him laugh too.

“Eh,I’m not that great.”

“Are you kidding me? Really, let’s just ignore the fact that you actually wrote some songs, let’s just focus on the guitar part. You’re amazing. Do you know how frustrating it is to not be able to put on paper what’s in your head? I do. But you do it so well, especially in songs. You play the guitar and all of those people feel your emotion. That, my friend ,is great.” You said, actually proud of how it ended up sounding like.

“Thank you, I don’t agree with you that much, but thank you.”

“Something’s different with you, usually your self-love doesn’t let place for modesty.” you said,getting suspicious already.

“It’s possible, I don’t know.”

That was the last drop to make you worried. He wasn’t like that. He used to be, but he wasn’t anymore. He was proud of himself. He talked about himself like he was the best guitarist in the world. You actually made jokes about how the bus would become too small for his ego.

“Jack, did something happen?”

“No.”he paused and laughed a little.”Why?”

“I was just asking. Something’s weird, I don’t know.”

“Well, I have to go now, I’ll have to wake up early tomorrow,but we’ll talk tomorrow,okay?”

“Okay,take care.” You said. He hung up.

Something felt so terribly wrong, it could be almost felt, physically. But still,you went to sleep,because you didn’t know what to do. You could’ve gone at his, but the thought that he might not want to see you in that moment stopped you. You set up the alarm clock for 6 am, just to make sure you woke up before him and you could call him and wake him up in a nice way.

Needless to say that when the alarm went off, the only thing you wanted to do was smash it and go back to sleep, since the storm was perfect for it,  but the thought of Jack waking up soon made you wake up too. You didn’t want to ruin the chance of cheering him up. Especially since he had to go at ten studio on a weather like that.

“I called to say good morning and I hope you’ll have a wonderful day. Also to remind you to ta-“You started but stopped yourself at the sound of rain coming from the speaker. “Jack, why is rain so loud, are you outside?” You asked, not because you didn’t know the answer, but you just thought that if he heard it, he might realize how wrong that was.

There was a pause, then he finally said a quiet “Yeah”.

“Jack, it is 6 am in the morning and there is a storm outside, what are you doing there?” you asked, trying your hardest to not say anything that would upset him.

“I felt like walking a bit.” he said, trying to make it sound normal, like that was the only thing you could do on a storm, at 6 in the morning.

“Fine, I’ll walk too. Where are you?”you asked, already starting to change.

He paused for a few seconds, like he was contemplating whether to tell you or not. Than he told you.

“I have to get my hoodie on, don’t hang up,okay?”you asked and he said a small “Mhm”.:Done. Look,is it okay if you stay on the phone with me until I get there?” you asked again, taking your umbrella and opening the door.

“Yes.” He said quietly, as you already left the house.

You loved storms. They felt good, like the bad was being washed away. They felt safe for you. You weren’t afraid of the thunder or something else. It felt calm. But you hated that storm, because Jack was there and you could bet your life that he had no umbrella, and, you just felt like the storm wasn’t helping him like it helped you.

“I’m almost there,okay?” you asked,more to see if he was still there. He said a simple “Okay”.

And then you finally saw him, sitting on the ground, on a little hill, like nothing was wrong. Like it was the most beautiful day and he was just enjoying the city. He was indeed wet, but he didn’t seem to care one bit.

You sat down next to him, putting half of the umbrella over him, like it made a difference.

“Hey.” you said quietly, like a loud sound could bother him.

“Hey.” he replied back, and you could feel a slight smell of alcohol in his breath. It felt sweet. He wasn’t drunk tough.

“Have you been drinking again?” you asked quietly and as soft as you could, since you knew the power that those words could have.

“A bit.” he answered quietly.

You put your arm around his, still holding the umbrella and rested your head on his shoulder. You didn’t do things like that with him, somehow, he wasn’t the kind, but in that moment, it felt like it was right.

“I’m sorry for drinking.” he said after some time, thing that made you hold on his arm more. You gave up on the umbrella, since the wind was already making rain fall in all the directions.

“You’re not drunk, Jack, it’s okay.” you said, and after that, none of you said anything for a long period of time.

“Do you really have to meet up with the boys today?” you asked, knowing that he only said it so he could get away with going to sleep early. He shook his head. “D-Do you want me to take you home?” you asked, and he nodded again. Do you want to go at my place, so you don’t have to be alone?” you asked and he nodded, but didn’t move. “Do you want to stay a bit more here?” you asked and he rest his head on the top of yours. You took that as a “yes”.

It was something so strange to see him that fragile. You never imagined that he could be fragile. You saw him boiling with anger and embarrassed and even sad, but you never saw him as something fragile.

“I feel like getting drunk. And sleeping. I’m tired.”he finally said and you closed your eyes because you did not have a good answer for that.

“Do you want to come home now,Jack?” you asked and he nodded. You got up and so did he. You looked at each other for a moment. You felt the need to say something, anything, the inside of your throat was burning for words, but nothing felt right.

As you got home, you did not know what to do, but you asked if he’d like to have a hot shower, to warm himself up.

“A drink would do better, thank you.” he said and you had no idea how to say it, so you wouldn’t worsen the situation.

“I’m not having you drunk with me Jack, you know my feeling about it. I do not want you to get drunk and to make me kick you out. You can t-“

“I won’t.”

“Jack…”

“I won’t.”he repeated.

“It won’t help,Jack!” you said, frustrated.

“Nothing fucking does!” he yelled, kicking the wall next to him. You saw his fist, ready to punch, and the only thing you thought of was catching it before it hit the wall. It wasn’t about him ruining your flat, he didn’t even have enough strength to, but you just wanted him to stop. You hugged him, holding his body like your life depended on it, breathing in the familiar smell.

“Stop.  Please.”you said against his chest and he tightened his grip around you. You listened to his heart beating and just stood there, waiting for him to calm down.

“You’re soaking wet. I uhm…I have big t-shirts here but…”you started,but he stopped you.

“The pants will dry. It’s okay.”

As he was changing, you were thinking about ways to find out what was wrong.

“Jack…I uhm…please tell me what happened. “you pleaded and he just looked down.

“Did you fight with the guys?” you asked and he shook his head.

“Did someone say something to you?”you tried again,but he shook his head.

You tried to think of something else while he sat on your couch, resting his head in his hands.

“I just…I can’t get it right.” you heard his voice muffled in his hands.

“Wh-What?” you asked sitting next to him.

“The songs. I can’t play them. I lost my fucking ability to do the only thing I’m good at!” he said frustrated and you took a moment to understand what he was saying.

“Jack,you can’t lose something like that.”

“But I fuck up. All the time. These last days I was so terrible I-“

“Jack! You have been working a lot lately. You work all day long. Your body is begging you for a break.”

“But how can I take a break when I can’t play our own songs?”

“You can. Hey, you have plenty of time until the tour begins. You can’t play right because you are putting too much pressure on yourself. You need a break. “

“But without playing guitar I just…”

“Without that you’re still Jack. Listen, you are indeed a great guitar player, but before that, you are a person Jack. An amazing one. I admire you for you Jack, and so does everyone. The fact that you can play guitar so good is a bonus, but we all love you for you. But that’s not the case, okay. Trust me, you can play guitar just as good as always, but you need to rest.” you almost whispered, as if the words would touch him and if you spoke too loud, you’d break him.

“Thank you.”he said and you hugged him,letting his head rest on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for no realizing this earlier.”you said quietly.

“Realize what?”

“That you were worried about this.” you said, shrugging  the thought off. “Try to sleep.”

“It’s already morning. And you haven’t changed yet.”

“The clothes will dry. It’s okay.” you said, repeating his words and he just closed his eyes.

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Thank you(Austin Carlile Imagine)

Request:Hi! I have a slightly strange request. An Austin carlile/of mice and men imagine where y/n is a famous actress and she's obsessed with OMAM and she talks about them in an Ellen interview and the boys are watching and they fan girl as much as she does. And Austin tweets about her and askes her on a date aw x

A/N:Hey there,so this is my first imagine after a long,long time and I really hope you''l enjoy it. I'm slowly getting back there. Thank you for sticking up and waiting for me to get out of my bed place. I love you and remember,there is always good in the world,you just have to find it.

I clenched my fist trying to get rid of the slight trembling as I waited for the signal to go. It was my second time as a guest at Ellen’s show, but I had no idea what to expect. She was indeed a nice person, so I knew that I had no reason to be anxious. I’ve always admired her way of being. I looked around trying to find a friendly smile around, but those people were all so, so busy. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Y/N,in 5,4,3,2,1,go!” a lady said as she gently pushed me in the right direction.

Head high, straight back, suck in the stomach, smile and for the love of god, don’t fall on the ground with your heels. That was my mantra as I entered the studio and people started cheering.

“Y/N,long time since you were last here, come on!” Ellen greeted me and I could not help but give her a real smile.

“Hi Ellen,well,I’d like to say that I was busy with something interesting like a new movie or hanging out with famous people,and I couldn't come here, but in all honesty, I actually took a break and just relaxed.”you said with a smile and Ellen let ou a laugh.

“Well,we all know what that means. Sleeping, eating, sleeping again and maybe watching your movies.”

“I did actually! No, really,I actually tried to watch my latest movie. I couldn’t finish it tough, it felt weird.”

“Actually I’ve always wondered, could you ever watch your movies and not see, like, the real you in them? Could you separate the character from yourself?”

What in the world was I supposed to say? If I said yes, I would’ve lied, If I said no, I’d seem weird.

“Actually, no.  Maybe I’m not at that level yet, but I can’t only see a character and not see myself there.” I finally said.

“I would be the same, like, it’s me, how can I ignore the fact that it’s me on that screen?” Ellen asked laughing.

“But, as long as there are people that can only see my characters and they admire the way I play, it’s enough. It’s more than enough. I think the greatest feeling of them all is when people actually appreciate your work, you know. And people of all ages. That’s amazing. Knowing that you made a small, even almost insignificant mark on the world, is overwhelming in a nice way.” I said with a small nod.

“That really is amazing. And since we’re on this subject, do you have people that you admire?” Ellen asked and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and look down, even though it was the last thing I was supposed to do.

“Oh come on now, don’t avoid answering this, let me have some fun, will you?”

“Well,yeah,I have a lot of people that I admire and I have been admiring for a while, but like, on the top of the list, it’s a band. I’m sure you heard about them, the guys from Of Mice&Men.”

“Oh,you’d expect that an acres would choose someone from the movies or tv shows world! That is a surprise!” Ellen said and I was already fighting back nervousness.

“I know, but you see, I’ve admired these guys for so long, even before I was famous and I think they’ll always have that special place.”

“So, as a teenager, you saw them and you liked them. Was a certain member more…likeable for you?” Ellen asked raising her eyebrows but I decided to avoid that answer.

“It wasn’t like that,I…It wasn’t so much about them as real people at start,but their music helped me a lot. I discovered the music before I truly discovered them and I discovered it when I was in a bad place. We’ve all been there,we got out,and for me,they helped me get out of there. Funny thing is,even though I can get a chance to thank them now,I still haven’t. “I laughed,praying that the subject would end,since it wasn’t so easy talking about it.

“Well,maybe they’re watching. You could thank them now.”Ellen grinned and I looked at her.

“You really hate me,do you?”I asked and she laughed. “I…how do people do this? I…Guys,if you’re watching this,this is an official thank you for how much you’ve helped me cope with everything and I guess I owe you a lot,since if I stood in that bad place,I would have never had the guts to start acting.”

I did it. I actually did it. I kept my cool and acted all professional. The last thing I wanted was to look obsessed with them, which in a way, I was.

“Aww,how can you not love her?”Ellen said and people started cheering up.

“Thank you for coming today Y/N and hopefully we’ll see you again soon.”

“Thank you too Ellen, it’s always nice coming here.” I said with a smile and left.

As I went out to change, I let out a deep breath, being thankful for not embarrassing yourself on TV. I went backstage and took my  “official” clothes off,changing into something more comfortable. Most people didn’t bother to do it, but I was a fond of feeling good, so I decided for it.

As I drove home,I started wondering if I’ll actually ever meet Of Mice and Men. Tell them about everything. And if I’d ever meet Austin and tell him how much I admired him.

Later on, sitting on my bed with the laptop on my knees, I decided to check twitter. I always loved seeing nice comments. It was true that there were a lot of hate comments as well, but at one point in my life, I let go of that and stopped bothering with them.

Everything was crazy. My mentions blew up and I had so many DMs. That never happened since the premiere of my last movie. Reading them, my eyes went wide in shock as they all lead to one tweet.

Austin Carlile: And this is what keeps us going. Helping people. Never imagined my idol would admire me. #Ellen’s show #Y/N

My stomach was tied up in a knot in the next second. I couldn’t help but tear up. After all that time, I finally got the chance for Austin to know that he has helped me.

Checking my direct messages, I saw his name there. Something that felt like a dream to me.

“Hey, Y/N,I’m happy beyond limits that my music had an impact on you. Especially you. Ever since you started acting I was a fan of your work, but not only. I’ve admired the way you acted around fans. You seem so kind and that an important thing in my eyes. Maybe we could meet up sometime? If you want. Let me know when you’re free and in the town. X”

And that’s how it all started. Not only I met my idol and got the chance to thank him face to face, but I ended up being my idol’s idol and in the end, being my idol’s girlfriend.

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One where I'm friends with all the guys but esp Josh Woodard (like he's a brotherly type friend) and Alex likes me, but doesn't say anything bc he thinks I'm with Josh. But then the rest of the guys set us up (like lock us in a room or make us go on a date) and he admits he likes me and fluff? (This is the anon who requested ADTR)

Okay,sounds awesome ^w^

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About the ADTR, Alex Shelnutt is on drums, and that's who I want it about specifically. But Jeremy McKinnon is Vocals, Kevin Skaff and Neil Westfall are the guitarists, and Josh Woodard is in bass ^.^ just wanted to help u out. I love your writing, btw, and I'm really happy ur off hiatus!

That's so nice of you,thank you for the help and tell me how would you want it to be like. Also thank you so so so much,you are really cute =^.^=

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Hi! I have a slightly strange request. An Austin carlile/of mice and men imagine where y/n is a famous actress and she's obsessed with OMAM and she talks about them in an Ellen interview and the boys are watching and they fan girl as much as she does. And Austin tweets about her and askes her on a date aw x

Aww this is so cute,I'll start writing tonight after I get back home ^.^

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Hi, can you do an imagine for A Day To Remember?

I'm not so familiar with them but I'll do a little research haha. So,tell me how you want it to be ^w^

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Could you do a smutty adam gontier? Like with handcuffs and things ;)

It sounds really amazing,I'm not like in the right mood for smut but I'll do it soon.

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Heyyy where you been?? I miss your writing! <3

Aww well i guess it's obvious that I've been in hiatus because I got a bit overwhelmed with everything and I took a break from any kind of hobby that I had. I felt like the writing and painting got really bad and I don't know,I was frustrated so I stopped for some time. I'm thinking about starting again but honestly,I have no idea if the imagines will be good.

Also,thank you so so much for noticing and missing my writing,It really made me smile ^w^

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when they played in munich alex said that they'll record a new album in their break, so don't worry!

Aaah oh god I'm so exciteeed for new songs thank you for telling me. I knew that they were writing but now it's official and aaa let me love you anon