Alexgaskarth Stories

Nervous but seemingly confident Vic finds out that his mother is getting remarried to someone neither Vic nor his brother really know. Sarcastic and boyish Kellin, soon to be Vic's older stepbrother, helps him realise that their parents are not meant to be together, though to start with that may have something to do with how attracted he is to the younger boy. However, to Vic, the situation seems helpless and there is absolutely no way he'd make a move on his stepbrother. Can Kellin convince Vic that ruining the wedding is the right thing to do? • kellic boyxboy •

Jack is madly in love with his bestfriend. But with little miss Lisa in the way will this end up like a happy fairytale ending or a horrid gorry murder scene?

Fifteen year old Charlia has to do a class project. The project? Correspond to a pen pal. Thinking that it would be over email, Charlia and her classmates concluded that it was going to be easy. That was until she discovered that it was going to be handwritten. Alex couldn't understand why he'd decided to do this, but he felt that it would motivate him to write. So when a school had put out a request for people to be a part of the pen pal project, he signed his name up, inspiration lacking and frustration growing. What happens when Alex is paired up with Charlia and when things go wrong, he's the only one there for her? When pen is put to paper, words come tumbling out, even without meaning to. Some words will change the lives of others. {IT'S NOT A LOVE STORY, GET YOUR HEAD FROM THE GUTTER.}

-COMPLETED- Jack Barakat ended his own life eight years ago at the young age of nineteen. Or... that was the common belief, anyway. Alex Gaskarth was left to deal with the heartbreak that was destined to haunt him every time winter came around, every time he heard a guitar, and, truthfully, with every breath that entered his lungs. Jack was painted on everything in Alex's mind. His hands felt cold without Jack's fingers intertwined with his; his lips felt useless without Jack's pressed against them; his heart felt empty without Jack's love there to fill it. Until, given some time and some good friends, everything changes. ==+== POV switches between multiple people. Inspired by "Ghost Of You" by 5 Seconds Of Summer. The only trigger warning is the mention that Jack has committed suicide in the past. Otherwise, this will be a safe fanfiction with the exception of cussing. Started: December 9, 2019. Finished: December 16, 2019.

Echo goes to a concert, expecting it to be like any other. But things take a turn. Not necessarily for the worst though.

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Moving from Oakland to Baltimore was never part of Gail Olson's plan. Leaving behind her friends, her home, and everything familiar was bad enough. Finding out the boy next door was an arrogant, infuriating aspiring musician made it worse. Gail has spent most of her life believing that loving someone only gives them the chance to leave. Alex Gaskarth has never been particularly good at leaving her alone. Somewhere between late-night arguments, coffee shops, basement shows and a band called All Time Low, Baltimore starts feeling less like the place Gail was forced to move to, and more like home. And the boy next door becomes much harder to hate than she expected. Seriously, I suck at making description..

pretty self explanatory just a bit of fun

Just fluff, plus some sad ones. Enjoy :)

Alex,and Jack are best friends and love to hang out. Jack's tired of the same old stuff every day so what happens when Alex decides to change the routine a bit?

"They think I'm going to kill myself." "Are you?" "....maybe."

A box of pictures that shouldn't have collected so much dust sparks some memories for Alex that take him back to a different time. Back to before his daughter, before his wife; to a time when music and love were the same, and Jack Barakat was still in his life. ~ Title Credit: Memories that Fade like Photographs, by All Time Low

Raven had been in adoption homes since she was 2 years old.. She's been with so many different parents and been abused by them too, along with bullies at the adoption center and school. She's been loosing all hope that a a decent family will adopt her.

-Alex Gaskarth fic- *Warning for all you prudes* -Abuse -Self Harm -Drug Use

Alex comes home from a shitty day at school to see a message from a stranger, who he quickly becomes friends with.

basically lyrics I take requests

jack just has to find the shy boy leaving poems in his locker. only, he doesn't have a clue who it is. x x x crappy poetry written by moi (i've never written it before, please don't judge meh). no trigger warnings. lowercase intended. started: december 25th 2017 finished: who knows? copyright @classic_hysteria

Jack Barakat isn't the guy you typically think of showing up at your door with a pizza, mainly due to the fact that he only socialized with his best friend; Rian Dawson, and Rian's girlfriend, Cassadee Pope, and he was not an outgoing person at all. Alex Gaskath isn't the type of person you usually picture living on his own as an emancipated teen, after being kicked out of his parents house due to his sexuality. When Alex Gaskarth orders a pizza and Jack shows up to deliver, Alex tries to spark a conversation, and when it fails, it's his goal to befriend Jack Barakat.

I tried so hard, believe me, I did. But damn, his eyes were swallowing me more each an everyday. They would take me, piece by piece. But me trying hard wasn't hard enough I guess. Just because I was put out into the world as someone whose heart was replaced by ice didn't mean I didn't have a heart at all. It just covered in the ice, meaning I was numb from the coldness. I didn't know what I was doing, I was embarrassing myself, ruining my reputation, for someone who wouldn't glance at me twice, let alone once. But let me tell you something- sometimes, trying is how you end up making someone realize that you are willing to change. And me? I longed for his sweet gaze, I weakened at the knees when at the though of his smile, maybe one day I would be the reason of the creased that appear at the corners of his eyes when he smiled or laughs. God, I hope so.

in which alex has a secret twitter account where he simps for jack // 2418 words