zachary merrick imagines

The Signs As 'Future Hearts' Lyrics
  • Aries: 'What a shame. What a shame. Beautiful scars on critical veins.' -Kids in the Dark
  • Taurus: 'You keep me sane. You keep me safe. You keep me honest.' -Edge of Tonight
  • Gemini: 'Grit you teeth, pull your hair
  • . Paint the walls black and scream.' -Missing You
  • Cancer: 'Tell me how you really feel. Write it on the bathroom wall.' -Tidal Waves
  • Leo: 'Maybe I'm a fucking waste. Filling up an empty space.' -Something's Gotta Give
  • Virgo: 'Don't shut me down no. Just hear me out now
  • .' -Don't You Go
  • Libra: 'Oh please take me at my word. I'm desperate. I swear I never meant to hurt no one. No.' -Dancing With a Wolf
  • Scorpio: 'I can't find the nerve to say it's alright. I can't find the nerve to say I miss you more than anybody should.' -Your Bed
  • Sagittarius: 'I won't fade away. Be forgotten or just cast away. Woah!' -Old Scars/Future Hearts
  • Capricorn: 'Say you'll come and find me when I'm dancing in the street.' -Bottle and a Beat
  • Aquarius: 'Look at the roses in your garden. You can breath now and forget.' -Cinderblock Garden
  • Pisces: 'Out in the distance. Lost in the fold. We trace our steps to a great unknown.' -Runaways

I got bored and that resulted in me making some atl wallpaper, feel free to use :)

Imagine All Time Low Band and Crew - Masterlist

In honor of ATL starting the UK leg of BTTFHT with Good Charlotte and Against the Current, here is a picture of Mr. Jack Barakat that I took when I saw them back in November !

Please don’t take picture without giving me credit. Thank you !

Video Games: ATL

–Hi! This is just for your imagine post but aw jeez this might be a silly one but you and alex/jack/rian/zack playing video games and having play fights over the game? does that make sense?–
I don’t play a lot of video games but I tried :/
“That’s not fair! I want to play too!” Alex yelled, Rian threw his remote controller at Alex.
“Here, I suck, you’re better than I am so knock yourself out” he said moving so Alex could take his place on the couch.
Alex sat next to Zack on the couch, I sat next to Jack on the floor, and Rian sat on the end of the couch. I was visiting the guys on tour for about a week just because I had nothing better to do, and I love to spend time with them, they were my best friends.
The guys had been playing Mario Cart for a while, I just sat back and watched them until Jack pulled me on the floor and begged me to play. I was horrible at video games, it didn’t matter what game it was I sucked, but I knew there was no way out of it so I gave in.
I was on my third game, Alex had won twice and Jack won once, I lost every time, and Zack was just a little bit ahead of me. Alex was winning again, and Jack was on his tail. I honestly wasn’t playing much attention to my character, I loved to see Jack and Alex bicker over video games.
“What the fuck Alex! That was uncalled for!” Jack screamed referring to what I think was a banana peel that Alex had thrown.
“Sorry fucker, I can’t have you winning again” Alex laughed.
“Someone’s a sore loser” I laughed.
“Hey! I am not a sore loser I just don’t like losing!” Alex yelled.
“Alex doesn’t understand the concept of ‘sore losing” Rian said from the corner of the room. He had pretty much just been sitting in the shadows so I forgot he was there, I only knew he was over there because he would sip on his Starbucks every three minutes.
“Stupid Brit” I laughed.
“If you weren’t already losing I would make sure you lost” Alex said trying to hide his smile.
“Alex that’s not very nice, stop bullying y/n” Jack said.
“Don’t tell me what to do” Alex replied sticking his tongue out. Alex and Jack got so busy arguing with each other they didn’t even notice that Zack had caught up to them.
“What the fuck? Zack you asshole!” Alex yelled.
“How the fuck did you even win?” Jack asked confused.
“Maybe you guys should pay more attention to the game instead of arguing the entire time” Zack laughed.
“Ok guys that’s enough video games for now, I ran out of Starbucks we need to go buy more” Rian said from the corner frowning.
“Ok, fine, lets go get Starbucks, then I’ll beat Jack, again” Alex said.

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past two in the morning, he hasn’t been sober for days.

Her body was a gateway, but it was her whole personality that got him hooked on her. She was a drug and was the only thing in his system. For days he had barely eaten or slept and he didn’t even care. The dream was ending though, she said. She told him that it would be over and that last night was the last time he would see her. Somehow, though, he convinced her to spend a few normal days with him in the real world. He tried not to fall, he really did, but she was mesmerizing.

Leaning now, into the breeze, remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together, but two eggs don’t last like the feeling of what he needs.

He was certain that he would never forget the night before. Hell, he never stopped thinking about it. It would hit him when he was walking down the street or eating or even sleeping. He got a bad taste in his mouth, like the taste of the eggs she made that had too much pepper in them the last time that he saw her. She said that she would see him later and it all seemed so normal. Nothing was wrong, nothing was off, he was just going to work and would come back and she would still be there.

Now this place seems familiar to him. She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs, left him dying to get in.

His friends told him to forget about it. They thought that a different girl every other night bringing him up another flight of stairs in another house after another night of too much drinking was going to fix what was wrong with him, but they weren’t even close. He just saw a piece of her in them but they could never measure up. Their hair was never the right length or color and their eyes never had the same sparkle that he pathetically fawned over. He didn’t want to only be thinking about her and he sure as hell didn’t ask for it.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find- my calling, I’m calling at night- I don’t mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She’s been running through my dreams, but it’s driving me crazy, it seems. I’m going to ask her to marry me.

On another night of flowing drinks and loud music, he snapped. He was telling anyone in ear shot about her and asking anyone if they had seen “the girl from a few Sunday’s ago.” No one had. He claimed that he was going to find her and get her back and even keep her forever. He knew he was embarrassing himself but he was going to get to her, damnit. How did he even let her go in the first place?

Even though she doesn’t believe in love, he’s determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies? They’re filling his gut.

How could she not feel what he’s feeling? She has to be in the same agony that he’s in because she’s not seeing his face every day, not hearing his voice when she’s falling asleep, not seeing his face when she wakes up. He can hardly go day to day without feeling like he wanted to cry. He was going insane and as stupid as it was, every time he heard church bells or passed a jewelry store he had to stop himself from thinking too hard about her that he went even more insane than he already was.

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces. He pleads, oh, he tries, but he’s only denied. Now he’s dying to get inside.

He didn’t remember exactly what house number was hers in the state he was in. He stumbled from door to door trying to get her to come outside, but she wasn’t in any of them. He begged her neighbors to tell him where she was, but they were just trying to get the drunk guy off of their porch and onto someone, anyone, else’s. He thinks he may actually be dying.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find-my calling, I’m calling at night- I don’t mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She’s been running through my dreams, and it’s driving me crazy it seems, I’m going to ask her to marry me.

He was certifiably insane. At least, according to anyone that came into contact with him. He went through all of his texts and all of the pictures he had taken in their less than a month together. He was trying to find her like she wanted to be found. Maybe she did, but certainly not by him.

The neighbors said, “She moved away.” Funny how it rained all day. I didn’t think much of it then but it’s starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor to find my whoever. Wherever she may be.

His world was ending and she was supposed to be there. She was supposed to swoop in at the last minute and make him okay again. The thunderstorms inside of his mind and heart weren’t letting up and the rain only got harder when he knew he would never see her again. A few times he opened the picture that he had of her and went to search for her, but he just felt like he was dragging the weight of the world behind him when he stood up to put on his shoes. If she wanted him then she would come back, right? She would come back.

I’m not coming back, I’ve done something so terrible, I’m terrified to speak, but you’d expect that from me. I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt, now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, I’m so many thousands of feet off the ground. I’m over you now, I’m at home in the clouds, towering over your head.

She really was gone. She had a hold over him and wasn’t letting up. Seeing her would be better, at least he would know where she was and where she had been. He thought that she was going to come back and apologize for putting him through actual hell, but in the back of his mind he knew that he hadn’t been on her mind since he had been in her bed.

Well, I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home.

Finally, he was giving up. For the better, honestly. She was still always going to be on his mind, probably a little too much for it to be alright. But he was going to try, which was more than she ever did.