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Austin Carlile: He Gets Horny Thinking About You...

Request: Austin gettin horny while thinking about you. When you finally get home from work he already waits for you and he gets what he want ;))

Author’s Note: Guys I’m sorry for the lack of imagines lately I’ve just been too lazy to write anything but, my friend made me post this so here’s some smut for you sexual deviants;)

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Title: This City
Pairing: Patrick Stump x Y/N
Requested?: Yes; “Can I have a Patrick Stump one shot where you go to the studio when Patrick is recording "This City”, please" and “
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POV: 1st Person

Patrick and I met after Fall Out Boy went on their dreadful hiatus. He was starting to record a solo record and he seemed happy doing it. He’d call me everyday before he went to the studio that he went to. Then I’d hear nothing from him until 8 or 9 o'clock at night. Which never really bothered me. Today, however, I decided to go there. If I could figure out exactly where it was. I waited until Patrick’s phone call came in. Like always, he was right on time.

"Good morning, Y/N!” He exclaimed into the receiver. I could never understand why he was so cheery in the morning. This morning, I matched it, which was unexpected.

“Morning!” I said back, grabbing my coffee from the counter. I heard him chuckle on the other line.

“Why so optimistic?” He laughed. I put the phone between my cheek and shoulder while I did the other things I did in the morning. You know, brushing my hair out, dressing. That kind of thing.“No reason.” I lied, trying to keep the obvious smile out of my voice. I continued on with my mission. That being, to figure out exactly where this studio was. “So what do you have planned today?” I asked, pretending not to know the answer. I knew very well that Patrick would be at the studio he goes to. He sighed and I could imagine him raking a hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair.

“I’ll be at the studio again. I promise I’ll make it up to you sometime.” He quickly reasoned. I laughed it off. There was no reason for Patrick to make such a big fuss out of it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” I replied, soothing him. I didn’t want Patrick to think I was upset and in turn ruin this whole ‘surprise’ thing. “While we’re on the subject, what is this studio?” I tried. I tried to be smooth and just slide into the studio talk. Patrick now sounded completely alarmed.

“It’s called I.V. Lab. I promise you it’s real. I’m really there. I swear! I-” He rambled. My eyes widened. He must’ve implied that I thought he was cheating on me.

“I know it is, Patrick. Calm down.” I reassured. He breathed what seemed to be a sigh of relief. Oh, how much I wanted to see him. The two of us said our goodbyes, promising to call after studio hours. As soon as we got off the phone, I looked up the address of I.V. Lab Studio. Sure enough, it wasn’t far. I didn’t want to go so suddenly. Maybe after lunch….

OoOoOoOoO

At around 12:30, I decided that I’d start heading to I.V. Lab Studio. I mapped it easily so all I had to do was drive. And I did. It was a nice drive into the scenic area of Chicago. I didn’t exactly know where I could’ve parked so I did so on the street. It worked and I went inside. Inside, the interior was intricate, I’ll admit. There was a vault that was used as door, I’m guessing. I hoped that there wasn’t some kind of secret code or a password because that would be awkward. Luckily, it was easy. I just went inside.

“This city…. Is my city…. And love it! Yeah, I love it!” I heard from inside the room that came off of the porch-like room. The voice was beautiful. There were multiple different instruments that even I could identify. Looking through the small window, I saw Patrick sitting behind a keyboard. He was playing these instruments- all three of them- at the same time. I kept staring as he kept on singing. I was addicted to his voice. The sounds of the keyboards stopped and soon the drums followed, ceasing all sound.

“Patrick?” I said, carefully. I didn’t want to startle him but I did anyone. He whipped his head around and faced me, a small blush forming on his cheeks once he realized it was me. He looked nervous. “That was amazing.” I giggled. Patrick smiled and made his way passed all of the instruments. He was standing directly in front of me now.

“I’m glad you- uh- liked it.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“First time I ever heard you sing.” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. Patrick chuckled a little. He kissed my head before speaking again.

“It’s nothing personal, I swear.” He grabbed his coat off the hook to the right of us and slid it on. I gave him a confused look. “You wanna get something to eat and we can come back here afterwards?” He asked. I physically felt my eyes widen and I nodded. I followed Patrick out to his car. “I love you.” He stated after we were situated. I smiled back.

“I love you, too. And your gorgeous singing voice.”

Time to make it up

Request: Hey could you write one where you and Austin Carlile have a two year old daughter and she sees austin perform for the first time and gets scared so he cheers her up later? Plzzz bby?

Authors note: I hope you like it. This is my first imagine for the blog.

Y/D/N= Your daughters name

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I'm Stronger In Your Arms

A/N:imagine you’re dating angelo parente and he doesnt know you cut or have an ed. you didnt want to tell him but he finds your blade one day and confronts you. you get slightly hysterical and get really defensive. he then brings up how you never eat and you start crying because it was supposed to be a secret. end it how you like(:

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend of two years, Angelo Parente, call out. You scrambled around to hide the blood stained razor blade that you had just used to cut yourself with yet again. You heard him nearing the bathroom door so you just threw it in your jewlery box. He opened the door and smiled at you, walking closer to give you a hug, until he noticed a few drops of blood on the floor. He looked up and down your body not seeing any cuts, but that could be because you wore a pair of dress pants and a jacket.

For the past two years you had somehow managed to keep your secret from Angelo. You always covered your skin with long sleeves and long pants. You had used cutting as your coping mechanism since you were 16, you were 21 now. Even during sex you somehow managed to hide them. He didn’t seem to have any clue about that, or the eating disorder you had developed all those years back as well. You had tried to recover from your anorexia and bulimia a few times, but recently it had consumed you again. You refused to eat, but to make it less suspicious you knew you had to eat some so you would eat the least amount possible that you knew you could purge.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He snapped you out of your trance like state.

“What?”

“Why is there blood on the floor?” You looked down and mentally cursed yourself out for being so careless.

“Oh, Um, I just nicked myself shaving this morning and didn’t notice it got on the floor.” You lied.

Angelo gave you a worried look. You dismissed it and gave him a quick kiss. “I have to go or I’ll be late for work.”

~Angelo’s POV~

I watched her as she walked out of the house and drove off to work. Of course I immediatetly started looking around the bathroom hoping my suspicions were wrong. I got worried when I saw the look on her face when I asked her about it. I never thought I would be going through my girlfriend’s stuff, but I had to know the truth. It was for her safety.

Just as I was about to give up and believe that she was telling the truth I noticed her jewlery chest. I opened all the drawers, sighing with relief before I opened the last drawer. ’Maybe she really did just cut herself shaving. There can’t be anyting in this last one.’ I thought. But much to my dismay, my face dropped at the sight in the jewlery box. I picked up the bloody razor and felt a tear stream down my face. I leaned against the bathroom door and slid down it, sitting on the floor against it. It all made sense now. Why she always had her skin covered, why she seemed on edge whenever we had sex, why she took such long showers. And then another thought popped into my head. She seemed to be losing a lot of weight too, very quickly. I never see her eat, and when she does she runs to the bathroom immediately. Oh my god. How am I going to confront her?’

I sat in the living room on the couch, razor blade in my hand as I waited for Y/N to get home. I still wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to say to her yet.

A few minutes later I heard her car pull up before she got out and walked into our apartment. “Hey Ange” I heard her say. I saw her jaw drop and she looked angry as she spotted her razor blade in my hand.

“What is that?” She asked obviously knowing the answer. I turned to face her, my cheeks stained with tears.

“Y/N, why would you do that?” I asked her, my voice straining with worry.

“Why the hell did you go through my things!” She screamed. I jumped from the shock. ‘Why was she mad at me? Can’t she see I’m just worried about her?’

“I think I had a right to. You’re hurting yourself and I’m worried about you.” I said as calmly as I could trying to keep this from turning into a fight.

“I can’t believe you!” She screamed again. I couldn’t help but let more tears fall down my cheeks as I looked at her, I stepped toward her and she stepped back. I couldn’t understand why she was so mad.

“Y/N, why don’t you eat either?” I asked her quietly. At that question it was like something clicked. I saw her drop to the floor in the middle of the living room.

~Your POV~

I sat there with my hands covering my face as I sobbed. He had noticed everything. It was all out now. I thought about how much of a failure I am. How could an amazing guy like Angelo like a worthless fucked up girl like me?


My thoughts were interrupted as I felt my boyfriend sit next to me and pull me into him. As I sat on his lap crying into his chest I felt like everything might be okay.

After a while I looked up at him to see he was crying as well. “I’ve done it since I was 16, I also have anorexia and bulimia.” I spoke as my voice cracked as I finally broke the silence.

“Y/N, why would you do those things?”

“Because, I felt like I wasn’t good enough. I still do. You deserve so much better than me.” I told him honestly.

He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my head telling me how crazy I was to think that. “I love you so much, Y/N. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“I don’t ever want to lose you either.”

I felt his strong tattooed arms lift me up bridal style as he sat me on the couch. He ran upstairs before returning back to me, holding something behind his back and I gave him a confused look.

“I want you to promise me you will never hurt yourself again, and that you’ll eat.” He told me. I only nodded my head. He got down on one knee.

“Y/N, you are absolutely perfect in every way. But, there is one thing I’d like to change.” Again I gave him a confused look.

“Your last name.” He said as he pulled out a small jewlery box and showed me a gorgeous diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”

Tears rolled down my cheeks again, this time they were happy tears. “Of course I’ll marry you, Ange.” I jumped into his arms and he kissed me before slipping the ring on my finger.

“Just promise you won’t hide any blades in this box.” He laughed. I smiled “I don’t need to. I’m never doing that again.”

“Good. I love you so much, Mrs. Parente.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too, Mr. Parente”

~Mariah

Okay we have a lot of requests in the inbox right now so if you’re wondering why they haven’t been answered, don’t fret I’m not ignoring them it’s just my list has over 30 something requests on it! But, I will add your requests after I finish some of the others

Annnnd about not posting any imagines lately…. 

But probably you all are like 

~Brianna

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Hey, everyone remember me? I feel so terribly sorry for how long I’ve been gone for. Life can be a bitch sometimes. I just wanted to let everyone know what’s going on.

So first of off, we will be having someone join the blog she will hopefully log on sometime and introduce herself. I’m very happy about this because all of you will get requests written faster! 

Now, mentioning writing with school already started I won’t really have much time to write unfortunately. I am in a bit of a writing mood so maybe I can get some stuff written and posted for all of you!

And that’s really about it for now, I will try to write some imagines and have the new writer introduce herself. Also one more girl will join the blog fairly soon as well. I love you all and I hope all of your lives are going great!

Love Always, 

                 Brianna  

I want to apologize for my actions yesterday, I was bit upset, finding out that Aj left the blog then, everyone started to unfollow me and then when I saw all the rude things people were saying.

 First off, I am an arse, I admit it, I shouldn’t have changed the password so please stop telling me that.

Second off, the blog won’t be deleted, I will be keeping it and I’m going to be looking for 2 new co-writers, (I promise you I WILL NOT change the password it will stay the same) I would just like you to send an ask saying you’re interested and then a sample of your writing which you can submit if you want.

Third off, I hope we can put this behind us, yes we lost Aj, but we will have some new people join the blog and I will try and post imagines as much as I can.

So in conclusion,

-Brianna

Update! - Aj

Hey all of you little sexual deviants! :) 

so i have posted 3 times today! feeling quite accomplished! :) 

anyway so this is what is currently on my list, 

- Josh F picks you up from collage fluffly but things get heated 

-dirty Oli Sykes 

- WATIC GirlxGirl

-Oli muster bating / lap dance / smut

If i get some love, i might even post another one tongiht? what do ya’ll think? let me know! the one people want the most i shall post! :) 

Love yas all! 

- Aj xx

Update lovelies!

Okay so, they’re some things I wanted to let ya know

First off- the reason can’t write much at the moment is because the school I go to decided that they may not pass me unless I make up all the work I missed which just so happens to be a shit ton. Bummer right? 

Second off- I’ve been getting so much positive feedback about I’m Sorry, I’m in Love with You, it’s crazy. In all honesty I was scared no one liked it (as always) I really want to have part two up soon, so hopefully it will be out soon! 

Thirdly- About the co-writer stuff I realize I said, that I would have someone join by now. But, lately things have been a mess I haven’t really had time to sort it all out. 

So I hope to be able to come back soon and post a bunch of stuff! yay yay yayyyyyyy

side note: can anyone believe it’s August already? omg how.

-Brianna :3 

OMFG MY AUSTIN CARLILE IMAGINE GOT 20 NOTES!!!

Okay I don’t know why it did it friggin sucked but I just can’t even right now I’m unable to even I just what is life?

(Hopefully I will have an imagine up tonight) 

~Brianna