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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
29 August 2011 @ 01:35 am
Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and start on my re-write of Saving Grace. And I will start writing up my Disney/Bandom/Kingdom Hearts fluff. Yep.
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
18 October 2010 @ 10:15 pm
Title: Searching For Our Saving Grace
Author: fadedmemory_x
Rating: NC-17 [Overall]
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/John Ohh (The Maine), Alex Gaskarth/William Beckett (The Academy Is...), Alex Gaskarth/Travis Clark (We The Kings), Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon), Alex Gaskarth/Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship), Alex Gaskarth/Christofer Drew (NeverShoutNever) Side mentions of Merrikat and Oli/Everyone
POV: Third
Summary: Alex Gaskarth has just killed a man. Or has he? Stuck in prison he has no way of proving his innocence except for his half-assed lawyer. Can he survive prison long enough to be set free or will his secrets come spilling out?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people in this story, they rightfully belong to themselves. This is purely fiction and never happened to my knowledge in real life. Title credit to The Maine, cut belongs to LIGHTS
Warning: Language. Personalities changed to fit purpose. Abuse
Dedications: smilekid_xx for squealing last time I updated (a looooong time ago)
A/N: Sorry for the huge gap in updates. It's kind of very short and I was gonna post this yesterday but I didn't have time. I'm gonna try and make sunday/monday my regular day for updates :)
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
29 August 2010 @ 05:01 pm
 D: Sooooo much lurking to do
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
24 August 2010 @ 09:32 pm
I've completely forgotten what I was doing with Saving Grace.

Well, I know what I'm doing. I just can't remember what I'm doing. If that makes any sense.

It makes sense to me, that's good enough.


Aaaaaaanywho, my laptop's being an absolute tit and I don't have a PC at home. So I'm having to use my grandma's for now.

I know she's a secret All Time Slash lurker...

But yeah, I have her computer pretty much as long as I want til the end of the week cause her and gramps are back from holiday then.

And it's hard to write failporn with two OAPs looking over your shoulder.

EDIT: Actually, Word's not being a tit on my laptop so I guess when they get back from their holiday I can type it up at home and then post it from here.
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
13 August 2010 @ 02:12 pm

I miss slashatthedisco 

Fuck you adult content notice
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
08 August 2010 @ 01:44 am

Title: Searching For Our Saving Grace
Author: [info]fadedmemory_x 
Rating: NC-17 [Overall]
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/John Ohh (The Maine), Alex Gaskarth/William Beckett (The Academy Is...), Alex Gaskarth/Travis Clark (We The Kings), Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon), Alex Gaskarth/Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship), Alex Gaskarth/Christofer Drew (NeverShoutNever)
Side mentions of Merrikat and Oli/Everyone
POV: Third
Summary: 
Alex Gaskarth has just killed a man. Or has he? Stuck in prison he has no way of proving his innocence except for his half-assed lawyer. Can he survive prison long enough to be set free or will his secrets come spilling out?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people in this story, they rightfully belong to themselves. This is purely fiction and never happened to my knowledge in real life. Title credit to The Maine, cut belongs to Rammstein 
Warning:
Language. Personalities changed to fit purpose. Abuse
Dedications: To anyone reading this and to the lovely people that read/commented on the first chapter :)
Author Notes: LJ Cuts still baffle and confuse me so this one's probably as wrong as the first one. If anyone wants to attempt to teach me that'd be great :) Anywho, comments are love. And I haven't picked a regular date for updates yet so sorry for that D:


When Alex arrived at the prison he was instantly thrown into what looked minutely like a hospital room. Alex was starting to get nervous. Why did he need to be in a model hospital room? He felt the panic start to rise in his chest and nearly had a heart attack when the door swung open. Into the room walked a man, somewhat older than himself but only by a few years. He was heavily tattooed, the most obvious being a rose on his throat, and there were light dents under his bottom lip hinting at a previous piercing. He surveyed Alex with an ice cold stare before pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Alex whimpered as the glove snapped against the man’s wrist. He took a step towards Alex, still wearing that icy stare, and Alex found himself shuffling backwards. Something about this guy made him nervous.

“Get back here” the man snapped, his accent distinctly Northern English.

Alex instantly did what he was told even though every one of his instincts was telling him to run. The man hooked a finger under his chin and forced his head up, laughing at the look of fear in Alex’s eye. It was a laugh that shook Alex to his core, the laugh of a demon in human form.

“This won’t hurt…much” the man smirked.

Alex whimpered again causing the man to laugh once more. Alex felt like a child, lost and alone in a city full of strangers. Strangers that meant him harm. He felt the panic start to rise in his chest and his eyes searched desperately for a way to escape. The next thing he knew, a tattooed fist collided harshly with the side of his face. Before he had time to recover his face had been yanked back to face the Northern man. Hatred blazed in his dark eyes.

“Listen to me when I’m speakin’. Take your clothes off” he snapped, clearly struggling to resist the urge to hit Alex again.

“W-what?” Alex choked out.

“Your clothes. Take ‘em off”.

So Alex did just that, more out of fear than willingness. He stood shaking and staring at his feet, hands covering his manhood and tears threatening to burst from his delicate chocolate eyes. He refused to cry, though. This man, whoever he was, would surely get some kind of enjoyment out of his tears. The man smirked at the sight of Alex, relishing in the way the younger boy cowered from him like a beaten dog. Alex whimpered yet again and shuffled back until he was flat against the wall. Apparantly this didn’t amuse the man who scowled and yanked Alex forward harshly by his arm.

“You think fuckin’ around with me’s funny?” he snapped, causing Alex to clench his eyes shut.

“N-no, sir, I-I’m sorry” Alex stammered, barely holding back the tears now.

“The name’s Oliver but you can call me Sykes like the rest of the scum in ‘ere” he said a little softer than the times he’d spoken before.

Alex nodded, incapable of forming words anymore and tried to relax a little now he knew the man’s name. It didn’t really help.

‘Sykes’ grabbed Alex’s wrist and flipped him round to face the wall. Alex shivered as he remembered exactly what a cavity search entailed. He certainly didn’t feel any better about it when this ‘Sykes’ told him to stand with his palms against the wall and his legs apart.

He squeaked in surprise when he felt something forced into him and start moving around, checking every inch of him for any concealed objects. Then the pain kicked in and he couldn’t keep in his tears any longer. They streamed down his cheeks in a warm salty torrent and he bit down on his lip to stop any whimpers escaping.

“Fuck me, you’re a virgin” Sykes laughed, his finger still buried inside Alex.

Alex let out a sob then clamped down on his lip again, refusing to give this Sykes guy the satisfaction. Sykes let out a chuckle.

“I’m gonna have to go easy on you then, ain’t I? Shame, I was lookin’ forward to ‘aving some fun” he said, easing a second finger into Alex.

He let out another sob as his knees started to give way but before they had the chance to buckle underneath him, Sykes hooked an arm around his waist, holding him up. His hand snaked down to Alex’s hips.

“Stop it” Alex mumbled feebly, knowing full well that nothing he said would matter in this place.

“You want me to stop?” Sykes asked innocently and Alex nodded, “But baby I can make you feel so good”.

Alex shook his head fiercely, stray tears flying from his cheeks to the cold floor. Sykes grinned, his hand moving further south. Alex tried to wriggle away but Sykes pinned him against the wall.

“I’m bein’ nice compared to what’s out there,” Sykes said, gesturing to the door with his head, “They don’t go easy on virgins in ‘ere”.

Alex wasn’t sure what this Sykes guy was going to do but thankfully he was interrupted as someone else walked into the room. They surveyed the scene in front of them and sighed.

“Again Oli? Really?”

Sykes, or Oli as the newcomer had called him, shrugged. “Virgin”.

“Ouch. Well, get him dressed. It’s nearly roll call” the other person said and left the room.

Oli pulled his fingers out, sliding the gloves off and smirking as Alex slid to the ground and let out more sobs. He couldn’t spend his life like this. He had to prove he was innocent.


A/N 2:
I saw Bring Me The Horizon on Sunday and met them at the signing tent. Oli's so lovely in person, I don't know if I can keep writing him like this.


 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
27 July 2010 @ 05:11 pm
Title: Searching For Our Saving Grace
Author: [info]fadedmemory_x 
Rating: NC-17 [Overall]
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick (All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/John Ohh (The Maine), Alex Gaskarth/William Beckett (The Academy Is...), Alex Gaskarth/Travis Clark (We The Kings), Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon), Alex Gaskarth/Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship), Alex Gaskarth/Christofer Drew (NeverShoutNever)
Side mentions of Merrikat and Oli/Everyone
POV: Third
Summary: 
Alex Gaskarth has just killed a man. Or has he? Stuck in prison he has no way of proving his innocence except for his half-assed lawyer. Can he survive prison long enough to be set free or will his secrets come spilling out?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people in this story, they rightfully belong to themselves. This is purely fiction and never happened to my knowledge in real life. Title credit to The Maine, cut belongs to Fall Out Boy 
Warning:
Language. Personalities changed to fit purpose
Dedications: To anyone reading this and anyone who helped when I couldn't think of pairings :)
Author Notes: This is my first time posting so I'm just gonna go stand in the corner, okay? Okay. Comments are love :)
Oh, and Alex's birthday is in the summer in this for some reason =/


Alex Gaskarth lay basking in the sun, long grass tickling his cheek whenever a breeze rolled through the secluded clearing. He opened one eye at the sound of footsteps and smiled as his best friend Rian appeared. Rian sat next to the sunbathing boy and started pulling at the grass. Alex sighed and rolled onto his stomach to face Rian.

“So you’re finally eighteen” Rian said, voice showing no emotion.

Alex shot him a questioning look before answering. “Yeah. Sure came around quick, huh?”

Rian sighed. Just six months ago all Alex could talk about was finally turning eighteen. Those six months had flown by in an instant and, soon enough, Alex was eighteen and without a care in the world. Rian was almost jealous of that. Unlike Alex he’d gotten straight into work and was in the process of starting up his own business whereas Alex spent his days sunbathing and doing whatever he felt like doing.

“You want to watch it, Lex, the cops won’t let you off with a warning anymore” Rian warned but he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

“Aww c’mon, Rian, I never did anything serious” Alex flopped back onto his back, soaking up the sun’s rays like he’d never see them again.

Rian frowned. “I’m serious, Lex”.

“Chillax, everything’s gonna be fine” Alex said with a smile and the matter was closed.

As much as Rian wanted to push it, he knew it was futile. Alex only ever heard what he wanted to hear, believed what he wanted to believe. He ran a concerned eye over his friend before shifting his gaze up to the darkening clouds. “Looks like rain”.

Alex opened one eye again and glanced at the sky. “Nah, it’ll be fine”.

 ---

Alex was wrong. The two friends ran down the empty streets as the rain beat down on them. Rian had had the sense to wear a hoodie that day and had pulled the hood up to protect his head from the downpour. Alex, however, wasn’t so fortunate. The thin material of his t-shirt stuck to his skin, accentuating his thin frame.

All of a sudden, Rian pulled Alex into a store which was empty save for the cashier and a girl who was also sheltering from the rain. Rian couldn’t help but stare, she was gorgeous. Alex convinced him to go ask her out but almost regretted it when the two got on like a house on fire. Rian flirting with the girl left nothing for Alex to do except talk to the cashier and he certainly didn’t look like he wanted to share words with Alex. He was one of those snooty types who thought they were better than everyone else. Alex’s face scrunched up as Rian and the girl laughed so he decided to flick through some magazines until the rain passed.

 ---

Alex’s mouth hung open at the sight in front of him. Just feet away from him was the body of a man. The dead body of a man. Blood was still slowly dribbling out of the punctures that graced his torso, though most of his blood had already seeped out and been washed away by the rain. The man’s eyes were still open; nothing more than cold, lifeless grey orbs that had lost their spark and faded into nothingness. And they were staring straight at Alex. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from them, simply standing and staring at the lifeless body in front of him.

“Hey, there’s a body here!” someone shouted, briefly distracting Alex.

“It was him! I saw him do it!” someone shouted from a window above him.

The words barely registered in his mind. After all, there was a dead body in front of him. The thing that shocked him out of his reverie was the hands that yanked his arms behind his back and the cold bite of the metal around his wrists.

“Hey, let go of me” he mumbled but no one seemed to be listening to him.

“You’re sure it was him?” the person behind Alex shouted up to the woman in the window.

She nodded and Alex glanced at the corpse again. The dull lifeless orbs were still staring at him, as if to agree with the woman’s accusations. Alex shivered and the person behind him, who he could only assume was a cop, jolted him in a bid to make him stay still.

“Let go of me, I never did anything!” Alex pleaded but it was no use.

 ---

“Alexander William Gaskarth, the jury finds you guilty of murder in the first degree. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment” the judge’s voice boomed a few weeks later.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything!” Alex pleaded with the judge, the jury, anyone who is willing to listen but they all shake their heads. The part that stung the most is when Alex looked around to face his parents and saw the look in his mother’s eye. She believed the verdict over her own son. “Mom, I didn’t do it, I swear!”

Alex’s father simply put his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the courtroom as she shook her head in shame. Alex choked out a sob as he was led away from the courtroom and towards the armoured vehicle that would escort him to the prison where he would spend the rest of his life.
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
Yesterday I re-ignited my love of Blink-182.

I've been listening to them nonstop for the last 30-something hours.

This isn't good. Their songs are happy and I'm supposed to be writing an abuse fic. Which isn't happy D:

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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
05 July 2010 @ 10:28 pm
Alrighty then, Internet!

Since I lost my memory stick on Friday I've lost 12 chapters of bandom ramblings. So, aside from trying to piece back together what I'd actually written, I've devoted myself to actually writing the other idea I had. Now I just need a title...
 
 
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The Taller You Are, The Harder You Fall
26 June 2010 @ 01:17 pm
As the title suggests, yes I'm blogging and walking. Why? To relieve some of the boredom.

I'm out with my dad. And his girlfriend's getting her eyes tested. Which leaves me, my dad and my two little half-brothers with nothing to do. So instead of hitting the shops and engaging in some delightful window shopping what are we doing?
Walking up and down the shopping centre.
Which takes about 3 minutes full circle at OAP speed.
-.-

Is LiveJournal blogging anyway? I don't consider this a blog. I just use it to rant about junk. Is that really a blog? Half of this doesn't even make sense to me so how it does to anyone reading it is beyond me.

Ooh, look at that delightful orange outfit. It's.... different, I'll give it that.

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