Mar 8, 2017
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Martin Garrix
AU Meme: You’re dating Martin Garrix Part 3
Since I was just watching the latest Episode and a lot of you wanted more of Martijn, there it is :)
I'll always love you
Requested by anonymous: Until We meet again 2.0 but with Martin instead
Pairing: Martin Garrix x Y/N
A/N - So to bring in the new year I’m posting some of my stories that have never seen the light of day. Things that haven’t gone the way I liked or aren’t very good so this is part of my Fanfic dump. I wish you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I hope 2017 is good to you all
Our relationship was imperfectly perfect. I loved her. Y/N was sweet and gentle. Caring and sensitive. everything you could want and more. From the moment I first laid eyes on her I knew there was something special about her. At least to me there was. Our love was something simple and I cherished her greatly. We built up a life together and she became my home. My family. I loved every second of it, even just sitting in the sofa. Her head resting on my chest. My toned arms creating a barrier from the world. Again it was perfect and I couldn’t be happier.
We lived separate lives too. My work was hectic . The music, the interviews, playing shows In different clubs. She had her own job and I assume she spent a lot of time alone. Partly my fault but there was nothing I could do. Every time I was free I spent it with her though. But over time things became weird. At first it was just little things that caught my eye. The vacant look in her eyes. The distant feeling of her embrace. I didn’t know to handle it. Convinced myself that it was all in my head. Definitely all in my head. We continued like nothing happened. Day in, day out I knew the magic was still there and I held on to that. Held on to it with all my might. Y/N came up to me one day and asked to join me on tour. I was cautious but I was scared that the distance would metaphorically grow as well as physically. Being a DJ I played a lot of late night shows in clubs which meant if she wasn’t up to the pounding of a base every night she still spent a lot of time alone. The massive put in my stomach grew each day. I wish we could spend more time together. It was no mystery as to why I never noticed when she became ill. I took for the flu, something minor but it was worse. I blamed myself but I knew there was little i could do, I can’t control her illness. So instead I got to watch her slowly grow weaker. It followed the breaking of my heart, each day inching closer to that one final moment. I had to keep working a steady income was needed and I wanted to make sure she was well looked after. After a while Y/N started getting better. Getting stronger. And to say I was pleased would be an understatement. With each day she gained more strength and slowly became her old self. It was a beautiful thing. And I wasn’t about to waste it. I promised to myself that I would put more effort into our relationship. That I would focus on us over my career. And while I kept that promise for a short while eventually once again work got in the way. The happiness we once had felt like it was slipping away. My grasp on our relationship seemed to loosen with each show. And it never hit me until I came home one day to find her on the floor. Seemingly unconscious. My heart almost broke at the sight. I called for help, not sure what to do. I was almost sure she was getting better, so why this? Why now? She was taken to a hospital. I was told that while she did get “better” it was only temporary. Any sign of recovery would simply be temporary. There was. I helping her. I almost couldn’t breathe at his words. My mind filled with what once was and what was to come. How could I have been so distant and reckless. She spent a while in that white prison until I eventually convinced them to let me take her home. I took time off to spend with her. There was no way I was spending it working. Her last days were spent in blissful harmony at least I hoped. I mean there wasn’t any way to tell. It hurt me seeing like this and I was strong for as long as possible. Until she was gone. After that it was like my world was flipped upside down. I cried. I slept and I narrowly avoided depression. Because if I was being honest with myself that would not be what Y/N wanted. She’d want me to be happy and even if that took some time I knew I could do that for her. I had to.
The day of her funeral came and the way people spoke about her was off putting. I don’t think they knew what they were talking about but as I stood up there, I spoke from the heart. It didn’t matter if they listened or even believed what I said. For some reason I felt like I was just trying to comfort myself. I didn’t feel comforted instead I felt worse. My heart ached. I looked out over the crowd before me. My eyes locking on Y/N mother. With each word a tear slipped down her cheeks. Her father on the other hand was as cold as ice. Not a single tear fell. It made me wonder if he was actually sad but I suppose everyone greaves in their own ways. After the funeral I returned to our empty apartment. It was dark and cold the way I felt. I sat on the sofa, picking up a picture that sat on the table beside me. It was a picture of us both back when we first starting dating. A warm feeling spread through me. I was going to miss her sure but she wouldn’t want me moping around all day. No, she’d want me out there. Living my life and having fun. Sure days may get hard but there is one thing I can count on. That she is out there, watching over me. I’d always love here and I’m sure she will always love me.
Go read it please!!!
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Hey guys! I have just posted the first few chapters of my new Martin Garrix fanfic!!! It's called ADE Love ~Martin Garrix~. Go check it out if you have Wattpad! My user is SirenBlaze. If you want to be in it as a character. Message me on Wattpad answering the things underneath. Name: Looks: Personality: Your DJ that you want to date (optional): You guys don't have to date someone you can just be like one of my best friends or something. Please go check my story, it would mean a lot to me! Love from Martin's girl x
I Wanna Be More - Martin Garrix and Y/N.
A/N - Sorry it took forever and a day to finish. I though this was cute, a little short though. I hope that’s not a problem.
Requested by anonymous - Can u make one with him where he asks me if i want to be his gf and how much he hates that we're just friends
Martin's POV
Patiently, I sat on a metal bench enjoying the afternoon breeze. People wondered past looking furious and angry. Typical day. Everyone is always so angry. Not caring about the people around. I tapped my foot steadily to a beat. "Hey." A familiar voice sounded from behind me. I turned my head to look and was met by a beautiful sight. A smile spread across her lips "Hey." I responded, standing up as she walked closer. I gently wrapped my arms around her pulling my friend into a hug. "So what are we going to see?" "Whatever you want. I know you wanted to go see The Maze Runner or we could go see Paranormal activity?" I presented her with a small smile. "Either." She shrugged. We stood awkwardly in the middle of the street as we decided on a movie. "So we're seeing Paranormal activity?" I asked. "Yep so when are the others coming?The movie is gonna start soon." "Oh uh they couldn't make it" I lied. The truth was I hadn't invited them, I wanted to be alone with her. "Oh Bella never told me that, maybe I should text her." "Nah it's cool, I mean you get to spend the whole afternoon with just me so who needs her." She giggled at my words, giving me a sense of reassurance. "Shall we?" I stated, offering my hand. A frown danced onto her face as she placed her hand in mine. I pulled her along towards the cinema. We entered, the smell of popcorn hitting us quickly. I bought the tickets, she insisted on paying me back but I wasn't having any of it. Walking into the screening room, I looked around. There wasn't many people here. A group of young boys sat in the corner and a women who had to be at least in her mid 30s sat three rows back. Her eyes locked on us. Y/N looked at me and I smiled before winking at the lady. I heard a familiar giggle from next to me as she pushed me up the stairs. "Stop flirting with other girls Martin. I'm right here." She joked. "I can't help it." We found our seats. Back row, exactly in the middle. "Oh fuck I forgot my popcorn." She laughed. "I'll be right back, do you want anything." "No but don't leave me alone, I'll look like a weirdo with no friends." She whined "oh so they'll see the real you then." "Fuck you." She countered, shoving me slightly. Rolling my eyes, I made my way out of the theatre. Y/N trailed quickly behind me. I ordered a large salted popcorn. She came up to me and took a kernel, popping it into her mouth. "Ew I don't like salted.." I cocked an eyebrow "That's what you get for stealing my food." She shrugged, taking another piece. I narrowed my eyes in on her, an all too attractive smirk arose in her lips and she winked as we made our way back. We sank back into our seats just as the trailers began. "I have to go see that. James Franco is my favourite " "Mine too." I nodded. She gazed at me then back to the screen. "I think that looks good." Y/N commented as the next movie trailer finished. "Me too." "Stop it." She shoved my playfully. "Stop what?" Rolling her eyes she returned to the screen before saying. "I definitely have to go see that and let me guess you do too." Her gaze fell in my direction. "No it looks shit." I laughed. The lights went down as the movie began. It wasn't a long film so I'm glad I picked it, plus Y/N kept jumping so eventually I risked putting my hand on her knee for reassurance. She let me. Her head also found its way onto my shoulder.
After the movie ended, we exited into the evening atmosphere. People dressed up for meals. Teens making their way into the cinema. I turned to face her. "Wanna grab something to eat?" "What time is it?" She asked, looking to her phone. "Hmm maybe I should get going." "Aww come on, be a big girl and stay out a little while longer. I'll even pay for the food." I tempted. Hesitating, Y/N stared at her phone. "Uh fine but can we just go to like McDonalds or something? It's on the way to my house." "Sure I need to talk to you about something anyway and a walk home is the perfect chance." She frowned in confusion. "Talk to me about what?" Y/N asked. I shrugged not wanting to jinx things. After we ate, I walked with her home. It was cold so I gave her my jacket to warm her up. I'm a good friend like that. "So Y/N." "Mhmm." "Can I ask you something?" I had to be sure before I took that step. "Go for it." "Do you like Jack?" I shot back. "Sure he's cool." She shrugged. "No I mean, is there anything going on between you two?" "Ew no. I mean he's good looking and all but he's slept with like everyone." A giggle slipped through her lips. "Why?" "Well I wanna tell you something." We slowed down as I noticed us approach her house. "Uh go on." She stated, looking towards her house. "Okay well. We're friends right?" Y/N gave me a firm nod. "What if I told you I don't want to be friends." A sad look danced across Y/N's face. "W-what?" "No I don't mean it that way. I just want to be more than friends, I'm sick of just being your friend." She remained silent. "I like you a lot Y/N and I was hoping that maybe you'd want to be more than friends too..." I trailed off at the end, looking down to avoid eye contact. A silence followed until her words filled my ears. "Martin." My eyes shot up to meet hers. "I-I would..." I took a step closer to her. "Would what? Like to be my...girlfriend?" I asked, taking a deep breath. She closed the remaining distance between us. Leaning in closer, she hovered mere inches from me. "I'll think about it." She whispered, giving me a cheeky wink. I smiled as she turned and began the journey back to her house. Quickly I walked after her. "Y/N." I reached out and wrapped my hands gently around her wrist. She faced me and I quickly connected our lips. Her lips were soft and perfect. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Martin." She whispered, pecking my lips before walking away and disappearing into her house.
Child’s Play - Martin Garrix and Kayla imagine.
A/N- If you don’t like this I’m so so so so sorry. I hate how long this has taken, If this is disappointing to you once again I’m sorry. I think it’s cute, you might not. I feel like you’re gonna hate it. Sorry. Again.
Request by anonymous (aka Kayla) - Hey can you please make a Martin Garrix imagine where he cheats on me and after we break up he tries to win me back ?
366 hours. That's equivalent to two weeks. Two weeks since you last looked into those loving eyes of his. It had been longer since you kissed him, held him close as he called you 'his'. What did that even mean? His. He didn't own you. He had no control over you or so you thought. These last 366 hours. 20,160 minutes. 1,209,600 seconds. All felt like hell. You missed him dearly. You missed his smile. His eyes. His soft lips. You longed for his return but was that smart? After the hurt he caused just a short while back. You sighed into your pillow, preparing for the day ahead. A gentle breeze blew through your open window. The silence was comforting, somewhat relaxing but it was soon replaced by soft music. Frowned in confusion, you sit up in bed. Your eyes drifted towards your phone however that was not the source. You looked around the room before getting out of bed. Slowly you made your way over to the window, squinting at the sunlight. That's when you noticed it. Noticed him. The love of your life. "Hello Kayla." He shouted up, turning off the music he was playing. "Go away Martin." You mumbled back, going to close the window. "Wait!" Rolling your eyes, you pushed it open again. "What?" "I wanna show you something, come down." He pouted like a child. A look that used to melted your heart but today it just seemed annoying. Sending anger throughout you. Weighing up your options, you decide to go down tobtell him to leave. A face to face conversation seeming more inviting than shouting out the window. You pull the door open to be met by a smiling face. A smile hinted on your face but quickly faded. "Hello." you mumbled. He stared into your eyes for a moment. "What did you want to show me?" "Oh right, yeah." He held his hand out for you to take. Sighing, your gaze fell to his hand before looking back up. Slowly you shook your head. Martin pursed his lips. Turning on his heel he walked over to a blanket that lay on the pathway to your house, How had you not noticed that? He yanked it off the ground and you raised an eyebrow. Walking closer, a chalk heart swims into view. It was light pink. Inside the words 'Second chance' written in a variaty of colours. A smile set on your lips at his attempt. It wasn't exactly spectacular but it was cute. He nudged you in the side. "So?" "No Martin. You can't sleep with someone else and then just draw a picture and expect everything to be okay. Don't be stupid." Attempting to walk away, his hand slipped around your wrist. "Wait, please." "Martin stop." You yank your hand from his grip. "I'm not giving up Kayla, can we just hang out? It doesn't have to be a date or anything I just miss you. Being around you." You could sense the sincerity in his voice and it played with your heart. You missed him too but after what he done, did he deserve a second chance? The lies all repeated in your brain as you stared at him. Waiting for a change in expression. Martin took a step closer "Please?" You took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. That was the moment in which a crack formed in the walls of your heart.
Memories of the past continued to flood back into your brain. Two weeks of work destroyed. Two weeks of trying to forget him wasted. Was it just really that easy? The boy took you for ice cream. A simple yet enjoyable activity. It reminded you of your first date. The amount of laughter you shared that day filling your ears. As you finished your frozen dessert, he smiled. "This is nice." "Mhmm." You nodded. A silence followed. "Martin?" His head shot up "Yeah?" "Why are we here?" A sigh escaped his lips. "Come on." Standing up he held his hand out again. "That doesn't answer my question." He just smiled. You took his hand and he led you out. Soon enough you found yourself in a park. A playground to be specific. It was getting dark so you two were alone. He walked over and sat on one of the swings. You stared at him, not moving. He gently swung back and forth on the swing. His eyes remaining on you. He looked so innocent. So cute. Slowly you went over and sat on the other swing. Quickly gripping the metal chains. A soft smile set over his features. "Can you answer my question now?" He frowned in confusion "Why are we here?" "Because I invited you and you agreed." You began to swing slightly. "Why?" "Kayla, I don't know what you want me to say." What did you want? Your head swirled with a million different questions. "Tell me why you showed up at my house after two whole weeks? You left me crying-" "You told me to go." "Because you fucking cheated on me Martin and now you're acting like nothing happened." You snapped in response. "I know and-" "No you don't know. Do you know how much I've cried over you? How long I've spent in pain? Reliving the past? No you don't, you-" The words were cut off by a sudden feeling of his hand on you thigh. His hand sent electricity through your body. "I'm sorry Kayla. I-I really am, I should never have done that to you. You didn't deserve that, I was a dick. I still love you Kayla please, just let me try again? Do you want me to beg?" Your eyes were locked on his hand. It gently stroked your thigh. "I don't know Martin? I'm not sure I can just forgive you like...that." He jumped up and walked behind you, he placed his hands on your back. Gently he pushed you forward. A smile came to your lips "You're such a child." "I'm not the one on the swing." You could almost sense the smirk on his smug little face. "Remember the first time we came here? We took a stroll around the duck pond, went down the slide. We even say on these exact swings." "I specifically remember you falling over and me having to help you limp home." You chuckle. "Yeah and once we got there, my mum dragged you inside and made you stay for dinner." An old memory but a sweet one all the same. Tears began to fall from your eyes. Letting go of the chains you wipe your cheeks. A funny feeling set in your stomach as you feel yourself loosing your balance. You fell backwards, a sharp pain shooting through your leg. He chuckled helping you up. "Ow. Uhm are you okay?" He breathed. "Yeah, I-I think so." Taking a step forward, you almost collapse from the pain. "Looks like the roles have been reversed. Let's get you home shall we?" A smile materialised on your lips. You just couldn't help it. The pain you felt in your heart suddenly felt like a distant memory being replaced by one of pure bliss. It merged with the memory of the first time you came here. The walls around your heart crumbled as he put his arm around you to help you home. One arm settling around your waist. The other gripped your hand. You missed him, a lot and you couldn't keep ignoring that. This just felt...right. Still so right. "Maybe my mum will show up and drag you in for dinner." "I'd like that." He responded, gently giving your hand a squeeze. You limped home, him supporting you for what felt like forever. "Thank you Martin." You proclaim "It was my pleasure Kayla." He replied, letting go of you as you arrived outside your house. "Did you mean what you said...t-that you still loved me." "Of course." He shot back without hesitation. "I made a mistake, a stupid one and I'm so so sorry." "Do you remember what I said to you before I left that night?" You ask, tilting your head slightly. Martin cocked an eyebrow. "Uh..." You walk over to the door, unlocking it quickly. "Until next time." You smile slightly, closing the door swiftly behind you.
Fruitful message - Martin Garrix and Y/N
A/N - I’m sorry this took so long.
Request by anonymous - I was wondering if u could do another Martin Garrix imagine? Maybe something a lil sad bc I'm feeling quite gloomy.
He was busy. You don't begrudge him for that. As long as he's not loosing himself in the process.
In darkness, You toss and turn. You haven't been sleeping much. Sleeping alone is hard. You miss the company. His arms wrapped around you keeping you close. Legs intertwined. Every touch sending sparks through your body. His hot breathe gracing your neck. All you wanted was to feel him with you. Sleep with him by you side. Instead of going to sleep alone, night after night.
He's busy. Again. You don't begrudge him for that. You respect him for it. You just hope he's not loosing himself in the process.
Mornings used to be glorious. Waking up beside him. A good morning kiss to brighten the day. Sometimes there would be signs that he slept next to you but you were never sure. You don't want to get out of bed. You like to dwell on what used to be but getting up had to be done. Walking down stairs into the kitchen, you prepare the first meal of the day. Breakfast was a meal you'd enjoy together, at least it used to be. Weather it was a bowl of cereal or some pancakes, you'd always have fun making the meal. A mess would soon follow but it didn't matter because you'd have just as much fun tidying up. Sitting alone at the table just wasn't the same. It's time to get ready for the day. A morning shower would often be interrupted by warm arms wrapping around your waist. Lips connecting to your neck to announcing his presence. It never necessarily became sexual but it was always nicer to shower in company. However now you were alone. Even dressing felt like a chore. A once teaseful display. Hearing his soft words build up your self confidence. Now it was a quick and simple task. Even if he was there in the morning he would usually be sleeping. Exhausted from work. Often you felt bad but there wasn't much to be done. He decided upon this life all on his own.
He was busy. Again. Like always. You don't begrudge him for that. You respect him. He tries to keep everyone happy, loosing himself in the process
As the day went on the pain subdued. It wasn't like you'd see him while working anyway. You'd get texts throughout the day though. Videos of him before he performed. Cute little things that would get you through the day, now lost in the past. Instead you spend your day trying to block out your thoughts of him. Trying to ignore how much you missed him or how you'd be going home to an empty house.
You received a text as you entered your home. A text from him.
Martin: Hey babe, I think I'll be home early tonight. Can't wait to see you, I love you xo
You were used to this. Promises. Lies. You didn't even bother texting back, knowing he wouldn't read it. Never did he come home before midnight. Heck you never knew when he came home, you were often asleep. Tired of waiting for him. Why would today be any different. Romantic dinners or just dinners together were rare nowadays. You'd be eating alone tonight. You were used to it. Made no difference now. I mean you did miss him a lot but what could you do, you signed up for this life. A life of being in a lonely relationship. Silence filled the room as you finished your meal. Time ticks on. You're still alone, hoping he'll walk through the door. You know he won't and yet here you are. Waiting for the love of your life. Do you go to bed or do you stay awake? The island in the kitchen soon became your resting place. Loosing track of time, you drifted off into unconsciousness but not before leaving him a little something.
He was busy. Again. Like always. You're starting to begrudge him for that. He tries to keep everyone happy, loosing himself and you in the process.
Awakened by a loud bang. "Y/N?" A soft voice called. The voice you knew all too well. You felt like hell. Footsteps signalled his approach. "Baby?" He whispered. You didn't bother to lift your head. Too tired to believe he was even here. "You're so cute." Leaning down he kissed your cheek. Before looking for a snack. He always had a little something when he got home. It was odd. Now you leave him one. It was something you could still do for him without even seeing him. Every night. One single piece of fruit. A banana. Drowsiness was effecting you but you saw a sad smile on his face. Despite its sadness, it was a smile you missed so much. The banana wasn't just a late night bite. It held a secret. A message. Written on it's side.
'I love you so much but I'm starting to peel like we should split.'
Stray tears fell from his eyes. A message hidden in humour still hurts no less. You finally sit up, you eye lids heavy from sleep. "I'm sorry Martin but I don't want to be alone." Being alone is hard. Being in a relationship and still feeling alone is something else. It's painful. Lightly he grazed your hand before intertwining it with his. Helping you up he stared into your eyes. His arms soon pulled you into a tight embrace. You hugged back. One tear fell as you pulled away.. "I'm sorry." His voice was calm failing to match his demeanour. You'd heard those words too often to ever believe them. Before you could think of how to respond, he - plus the banana -had gone upstairs off to bed. Part of you wanted to join him, cuddle up and be warm but you had to be strong. The sofa would be your bed tonight
He was busy. Again. It never seemed to change. You begrudge him for that, it's hard not to. He tries to keep everyone happy, balancing too much at once. The end result loosing you...or so you had thought.
A sofa for one felt more loving than your bed. It didn't remind you of what you were missing. They was no room for that. Silence filled the house, you assumed he wasn't home. Into the kitchen you went.. To your surprise there was a row of bananas left out in a line. You picked up each one and read them aloud.
'I love you so much'
'You're my top banana"
'So let's not split, my heart couldn't take it'
'Because I'd go absolutely bananas without you'
You found yourself smiling, tears in your eyes. As he crept up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist. "I'm so sorry baby." Words so soften and gentle, they tugged at you heart. Confused as to why he was still here you turned in his arms. Now face to face it was hard to explain, but all anger and loneliness seemed to melt away. He gently wiped the tear that fell down your cheek before pulling you closer and planting a kiss on your lips. Weather it was said clearly or through cheesy banana themed puns. The truth was still the same.