I Walk a Fine Line (Between The Right and The Real)
Title: I Walk a Fine Line (Between The Right And The Real) [15/?]
Author: 23a_j10
Beta: therapyrequired
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth + Jack Barakat.
Rating: R/NC-17: Overall.
Warnings: I wouldn't recommend reading this if you're subject to OCD in any form. Mental illness, and self-harm.
Summary: When the only thing Alex believes in is killing him and the only thing Jack believes in is love can the two save each other from their unhealthy and unrealistic lives.
Disclaimer: I don't know/own All Time Low.
POV: Third
Dedications: To my beta because she's a great writer.
Author's notes: Bad new, possibly. I'm putting this on hiatus, indefinitely. I don't think I'll ever finish it in all honesty, sorry. I don't know if I do I'll tell you via my Fic Updates post.
Josh possessively stokes Alex’s hair back from his face, seeing the panic in the blonde’s eyes. The two boys are about equal in height but Alex is suddenly cowering which makes him seem so much smaller.
“Are you scared?” Josh slurs dryly pulling Alex ever closer.
“Get off me” Alex growls as he detaches himself from Josh’s drunken grip. Alex breathes a sigh of relief being free from the unwelcomed touch but all Josh has to do is nod is head and Dan and Chris are advancing on him. Panic ridden, Alex turns to run, he knows that coffee shop isn’t that far away, he knows there’s a chance Zack will be there to save him again. But it doesn’t make it to the park gate before he’s tackled roughly to the floor, both is arms wrenched behind his back.
“Let go!” Alex twists in Dan’s hold roughly but the older boy pulls his shoulder’s back hard, making Alex gasp out in pain. Chris crouches down in front of Alex and snatches a handful of his blonde hair, carelessly pulling his head up to met his eyes.
“You need to stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?” Chris sneers as he stands back up, Dan dragging Alex with him, Chris’ fingers still deep in the blonde’s hair. Josh, Max and Matt are soon crowded around him, Josh holds one of the bottle of pills, rattling it menacingly.
“Open wide” Josh smirks darkly as he unscrews the bottle.
Author: 23a_j10
Beta: therapyrequired
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth + Jack Barakat.
Rating: R/NC-17: Overall.
Warnings: I wouldn't recommend reading this if you're subject to OCD in any form. Mental illness, and self-harm.
Summary: When the only thing Alex believes in is killing him and the only thing Jack believes in is love can the two save each other from their unhealthy and unrealistic lives.
Disclaimer: I don't know/own All Time Low.
POV: Third
Dedications: To my beta because she's a great writer.
Author's notes: Bad new, possibly. I'm putting this on hiatus, indefinitely. I don't think I'll ever finish it in all honesty, sorry. I don't know if I do I'll tell you via my Fic Updates post.
Josh possessively stokes Alex’s hair back from his face, seeing the panic in the blonde’s eyes. The two boys are about equal in height but Alex is suddenly cowering which makes him seem so much smaller.
“Are you scared?” Josh slurs dryly pulling Alex ever closer.
“Get off me” Alex growls as he detaches himself from Josh’s drunken grip. Alex breathes a sigh of relief being free from the unwelcomed touch but all Josh has to do is nod is head and Dan and Chris are advancing on him. Panic ridden, Alex turns to run, he knows that coffee shop isn’t that far away, he knows there’s a chance Zack will be there to save him again. But it doesn’t make it to the park gate before he’s tackled roughly to the floor, both is arms wrenched behind his back.
“Let go!” Alex twists in Dan’s hold roughly but the older boy pulls his shoulder’s back hard, making Alex gasp out in pain. Chris crouches down in front of Alex and snatches a handful of his blonde hair, carelessly pulling his head up to met his eyes.
“You need to stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?” Chris sneers as he stands back up, Dan dragging Alex with him, Chris’ fingers still deep in the blonde’s hair. Josh, Max and Matt are soon crowded around him, Josh holds one of the bottle of pills, rattling it menacingly.
“Open wide” Josh smirks darkly as he unscrews the bottle.