#atl clumsy

[thetriumphantpanda]

Helloooo would like to request the song prompt for Clumsy ATL for Javier Peña please thank you 💝

An anon after my own heart - thank you so much for your request - I am only too happy to oblige.

For anyone who wants to listen to the song (IMHO one of my favourite All Time Low songs... you can find it here.)

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 581

Warnings | None really - some angst, some allusions to sex, and a happy ending.

This is part of my 500 followers celebration. If you want to request a 500 word Drabble, check out this post and head into my ask box. The more the merrier. And you can read the previous drabbles here. 

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She’s crying and he never meant to hurt her. Never meant to make her feel this way. He’s let her down. Monumentally. He’s cursing himself for being so stupid, for allowing himself to get in so deep with her. He should have known it would happen when he started falling asleep with her instead of slipping out of her apartment when she started softly snoring next to him. He should have known it would happen when you started making breakfast in the morning, eggs and toast and a mug of steaming coffee before he went to work. He should have known when he started reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together when you went to the market together each Sunday. He was in too deep and so were you, he was panicking, he wasn’t built for commitment, not like this, with a girl like you. 

It was always bound to end like this. He was bound to make a mess of things. He always did and he always would.

“I’m sorry querida, I didn’t want to upset you.” He mumbles softly, trying to reach for your hand, which you pull away from him. 

“Well you did, Javier,” You sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, “You’ve broken my fucking heart.” 

He wants to cry now too. He never meant for any of this to happen. He’d been clumsy, clumsy to get so attached to you, clumsy to lead you on, clumsy to think he deserved a girl like you, clumsy with your heart. 

“Hermosa,” He sighs, “I’m not a good man, I can’t give you want you want, trust me, you’re better off without me.” 

“But that’s not true, is it?” You retort through tears, “Because you’ve been giving me exactly what I wanted for months, it was fine to kiss me and fuck me and hold my hand at the damn farmers market until you realized you might love me too, right?” God why were you always so right when it came to him? “Now you’re scared, so you’re going to take the easy way out and just leave.” 

“It’s not easy.” He tried to fight back. 

“But it is, easier than staying and letting yourself be happy, you’ll just go back to being miserable and punishing yourself for something not worth punishing yourself over,” She’s stood from the bed and is looking out of the window with her back to him, “I don’t know what you’re so afraid of, I’d never break your heart like this.” 

He can see your shoulders shaking with fresh tears and he can’t bear it anymore, he rises, walks behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist, relishing the feeling of you falling back against him, “I wasn’t afraid of that, hermosa, I was afraid of breaking yours.” 

“Then don’t,” She pleads, resting her head against his shoulder as he places a kiss to the top of her head, “Stay and keep making me happy.” 

He thinks for a moment. Would it really be that bad? To wake up next to her every morning? To cart bags of artisan cheese and bread back from the market and eat until they can’t move? To spend late nights pulling his name from her lips? Watching her writhe underneath him and beg him to never stop? 

“Okay, I’ll stay.” He says softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her shoulder. No, he thinks to himself, this wouldn’t be that bad at all. 

#panda 500 #javier peña #javier peña smut #javier pena fanfic #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #narcos #narcos fic #narcos fanfiction #javier pena narcos #Pedro pascal #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x female reader #javier pena x f!reader

[danswank]

do it

thanks to my enablers. here is my official dream atl setlist* (*with the priority of maximizing alex’s dancing opportunities)

1. birthday (duh)

2. sleeping in (i don’t even really love this song live but alex DOES shake his hips a lot and so it stays)

3. clumsy (i mean… do you even follow this blog. i would pay for a show where i just go, watch him play clumsy and shimmy and leave)

4. last young renegade (he did some really hilarious signature miming during this on fall tour last year and i loved it i also just love this song)

5. stella (there is a good amount of dancing involved but i also love the ‘ha ha ha’ and ‘boTTLES brEaAaAkin’)

6. pma (i love when he adds little things to the background vocals, and once again there’s a lot of miming that happens in this song)

7. dancing with a wolf (underrated. i love the sass. also great opportunity for alex to be on his knees)

8. dirty laundry (this is a staple. it is so sexy. this one time alex tugged at his shirt and i’ve never been the same.)

9. life of the party (i have a tag that is ‘lotp is dirty laundry’s hot older brother’ and i was right for that)

10. once in a lifetime (i mean. the dance moves he created for this. it’s going to be tragic if this song stays dead. it was so good to us.)

11. the irony of choking on a lifesaver (along the same lines of dwaw i just love the sass that this song exudes. i love the STD2 version where he goes ‘ohhhhh shit’.)

12. lost in stereo (i know this is an unpopular one but there’s an occasional shimmy he does so it has to stay. it was also fun when jack would fuck with rian during this song last year)

13. monsters (the rap, the dance moves, alex on his knees. it’s a good one.)

14. dear maria (because guitar toss. and his vocal runs.)

#this is what the people really want @alexgaskarth #by the people i mean me #i’m probably missing some songs but i went with stuff they’ve played semi-recently #and still half of these weren’t even on their stupid setlist generator #i hope you all enjoyed me citing my sources and providing evidence #lmk what i’m missing what am i wrong about #if i was not only prioritizing dance-ability i’d add jasey rae and neverland and guts or heroes and maybe dywmd #atl #answered ask #setlist

[jackinalex]

So I was in the ATL tags on insta and I came across a fan account that reposts videos and one of the latest ones they reposted was the 2012 warped tour two minute warning and I had forgot about that video until now but towards the end you can see like the top of Alex’s shoulders/back bc he’s in a tank top and he’s all scratched up. So I wonder who did that 😂 Tay or Jack I want to say Jack but a girl can dream right

Lord. While I'm sure you're right and that a person scratched him up, it's not entirely impossible that it was from some kind of accident. As a clumsy person, this happens to me a lot lmao. But yeah. Probably Tay, but I'll agree and say it was Jack.

#also tay is dating a girl #unrelated but all of us that shipped jardougall...... #we won #kalina answers #tay jardine #alex

[tomsmusictaste]

I was bound to make a mess of things

All Time Low // Clumsy

#all time low #atl #clumsy #wake up sunshine #Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #Rian Dawson #Zack Merrick #lyrics #pop punk lyrics #pop punk #new music #lyric edit #atl clumsy

[overbearingstruggles]

That setlist just killed me omg

Posting the ugliest screenshot lol. Cinderblock, LYR, Vegas and LOTP boyyyss don't ruin this! I could bounce after Glitter & Crimson tho

#wait. CLUMSY!!??? my child! oh no #I love that Alex is like Do You Want Me Dead is the best opener. IA #Backseat and Lost in Stereo my forever bathroom/drink breaks so I'll allow it #anon #answered #atl

[clumsyclifford]

(are you supposed to send prompts in ask boxes. is that what happens. idk what i'm doooiiinnnggg) (thank you for putting up with me being a tumblr plebian) (I've never requested a prompt before!! This is very exciting!! idk what to say uh no pressure bb) okAY!! for the touch prompts, holding the other's chin up for whatever atl pairing you're vibing with currently - team

hi team how exciting! your first prompt fic! i think you will like this one. i like it. a lot. so thank u for the prompt.

read it here on ao3

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They’re the last ones left in the dressing room.

The game is getting a little bit absurd at this point, because every other cast member takes off their own stage makeup. Most of them wait until they’re home to do so. But Alex insists that Rian does the most thorough job of it, so after everyone else has dispersed, it’s always just the two of them.

By all rights, they shouldn’t be allowed to stay this late. Everyone else — everyone — has left. The auditorium should be locked. But Feldy has a soft spot for Rian, since Rian started out on construction crew before he found his calling with makeup, so Rian has the keys in his back pocket and a (semi-joking?) threat of death on his head if he doesn’t lock up when they’re done.

At the moment, Rian’s not thinking about locking up. Rian is thinking about Alex sitting on the counter of the vanity, long legs swinging, head tilted just so to the side, like a dog trying to puzzle him out. Or like a poker player, calling his bluff.

The thing is, Rian’s not bluffing. He’s just not sure if Alex is.

“Stop moving your legs,” he finally says, reaching down to wrap a hand around Alex’s calf. It’s bold, maybe too bold, but tonight had been their second to last performance and Rian is starting to feel the pressure as his window of time to make a move begins to noticeably shrink. Bold might be necessary at this point.

Alex immediately stops. “Sorry,” he says, not seeming sorry at all. A crooked smile hangs from his lips. “I’m trying to sit still, I swear.”

“I know, I know,” Rian says. “Show adrenaline.” He takes Alex’s chin in his hands again, ignoring the way his heartbeat spikes — it always does that — to bring the makeup wipe to his face. “You sounded great, by the way, I don’t know if I told you.”

“Thank you,” Alex says as best he can with his ability to speak obstructed by Rian’s hold. Helpless to say more, he falls silent. Rian also falls silent, focused on Alex’s face.

And here they are again.

Frankly it’s to the point where Rian thinks they should kiss just to get it over with, because that’s obviously what they’re building toward. If it doesn’t happen, he’ll be disappointed on an emotional level, but also on a narrative level, because come on. They’re alone. In the dressing room. And Alex’s face is in Rian’s hands and they are literally inches apart.

Rian had originally thought he just needed to say the right thing to get Alex to break, but more and more he’s starting to wonder if it’ll fall to him. If Alex is too chicken to cave, or maybe just too stubborn. Rian’s not sure he can do it either, but if neither of them acts, then nothing will happen, and if nothing happens Rian is going to have some serious notes for whoever’s writing their story. Specifically about the ending.

He’s just hoping it’s not the ending yet. There’s always tomorrow’s show.

And there’s always tonight. Tonight’s not over yet.

The makeup wipe leaves an oily residue over Alex’s skin as it cleans away layers of stage makeup. Rian could probably do Alex’s makeup in his sleep by now. He wouldn’t want to, because then he’d lose the opportunity to Stand This Close and see Alex so relaxed at surrendering total control of his face to Rian, but. The point is he could. Taking it off is a breeze in comparison. In a few minutes it’ll all be gone.

Rian is trying to drag it out, but there’s only so many ways to slow down makeup removal.

“Did you think it went well?” he asks in a low voice, pulling away for a moment to throw away the dirty wipe and get a new one.

Alex clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says. “I remembered the line I usually forget about, thankfully. I mean, I think I was a little sharp at one point in the first song, but…wins and losses.”

“Didn’t sound sharp to me,” Rian says.

Alex shrugs. “Who can say.”

“I can say,” Rian says. “I have perfect pitch and I’m telling you you weren’t sharp.”

“You have perfect pitch?”

Rian nods.

“And yet you do makeup and play drums,” Alex says contemplatively.

“What can I say, I’m an enigma,” Rian says, with a wry smile. “Okay, no more talking.” He grabs Alex’s chin, again, and Alex falls dutifully silent, again, although his eyes seek out Rian’s and when they meet Alex doesn’t look away.

And continues not to look away. Rian loses the staring contest because he has a job to do, but he can feel his cheeks growing warm and hopes that Alex can’t tell. He can still feel Alex’s gaze heavy on him. A part of him wants to look, to see what exactly Alex is looking at, and a part of him is just too nervous.

Depending where, exactly, Alex is looking, it could put the ball in Rian’s court, and Rian’s not ready to make a play yet, not when he’s still in the middle of a task.

Everything around them is dead silent. It’d be spooky if they weren’t here together. Rian’s not afraid to admit that the auditorium after hours scares him a little. It’s one of those places that isn’t meant to be observed or experienced except at specific, scheduled times. The atmosphere feels nebulous, liminal, like anything taking place here now might not actually be taking place at all, or like they’re in some alternate dimension where actions have no consequences, where nothing they say or do in here has any effect on the outside world.

So maybe it scares Rian for more than one reason. And maybe scare isn’t the right word, but it sure does have his heart racing.

“Y’know Jeff—”

“Alex.”

Alex huffs. “Sorry.”

Rian drops his hand and raises an eyebrow. “Alright, go ahead.”

Unruffled, Alex restarts his story. “I was saying that Jeff told me that I looked good in the stage lights tonight. Like, he thought that my makeup looked really good.”

“Thank you to Jeff,” Rian says dryly, “but I’m not the person who makes you look good, Alex, you do that all on your own.”

Alex blinks. Maybe he hadn’t expected such an obvious flirt. Well, fuck it. Rian’s losing his patience.

“Now shut up,” he adds, and brings the makeup wipe back to Alex’s forehead before Alex can say another word.

A minute passes without event. Rian goes to throw away the wipe in his hand and Alex says, “You do make me look good, you know.”

“No, I make you look visible to the audience,” Rian says. “And I make you look like a character instead of a person. Trust me, if being in a show was about looking good, you don’t need any of my help.”

“You say that to all the cast members whose makeup you’re in charge of?” Alex’s tone is light, but his gaze is piercing, and Rian can tell that this question, and his answer, is going to matter. Alex is giving him the chance to say he’s joking. Rian could retreat right now, back to the darkened wings of safety. Backstage behind the curtains, where he’s always belonged.

Or he could take a brave step into the spotlight and hope the glare doesn’t blind him.

“No,” says Rian, swallowing, holding Alex’s stare. “Just you.”

As Rian watches, Alex’s eyes flicker down to Rian’s lips and then back up.

There’s no explaining that away. There’s really no explaining any of this away.

Rian can feel his heartbeat in his ears.

“I’m almost done,” he says under his breath. More gently than ever before, he lifts Alex’s chin with his index finger and holds him carefully in place. The last streaks of makeup vanish as the makeup wipe passes over them, and at last Rian is sure he’s finished.

As he exhales and throws away the last makeup wipe, Alex speaks up. “Now are you done?” His voice is slightly hoarse. Strange. It’d been fine before.

Rian reclaims his position just in front of Alex, even though now he has no excuse to do so. “Yeah,” he says, handing Alex a tissue. “You have oil all over your face, you might want to…” He makes a gesture to indicate wiping it off, and Alex does as instructed. “Yeah.”

“Thank you,” Alex says, balling up the tissue and setting it off to the side.

“Yeah,” Rian says again, a little breathless. This has to be the moment, but now that it’s here he’s at a loss for what to do with it.

Alex is looking at him like he was earlier, with that infuriating mixture of curiosity and smugness that makes Rian want to kiss him just to take him by surprise. Except why should Rian have to make the first move? Why can’t it fall to Alex? Maybe it’s that Alex doesn’t want to. Maybe he’s rethinking things.

Or maybe their moment was actually before, with Alex’s gaze falling to Rian’s mouth, and now that Rian’s missed it they’ll never have another one.

“What are you thinking about?” Alex asks, quiet. Like that’s an easy question to answer.

Rian looks at him. And then looks at his mouth, and then looks back at his eyes, and he knows that Alex knows. So they’re both in the spotlight now. It’s just a matter of remembering lines.

“Uhm.” Rian reaches for Alex’s face, a well-worn habit by now, and tilts his chin up just slightly. Alex breathes out. “I think I missed a spot.” He drags his thumb over Alex’s bottom lip and murmurs, “Here.”

A faint noise slips from Alex’s throat through his sharp exhale. It’s as good a cue as any.

And as Rian leans in and closes his eyes he feels that rush of adrenaline that Alex so often uses as an excuse for restlessness. Now he understands the thrill of the performance. Even sweating under the spotlight, he’d said all the right lines.

His mouth meets Alex’s, finally, and the satisfaction of this ending more than makes up for the agonizing arc. In fact, if Rian were to do it again, he’d do it the same. If a kiss is only as good as the tension that precedes it, then Alex and Rian are a shower of sparks. Maybe fireworks, maybe just a broken scoop light seconds from crashing down. At the moment, Rian doesn’t care if these sparks are good or bad.

At the moment, Alex is twisting a hand into the front of Rian’s shirt to draw him in, trapping him between Alex’s knees, taking the kiss as a personal challenge. At the moment, Alex is kissing Rian with staggering intensity, and it’s all Rian can do to keep up.

He snakes an arm around Alex’s waist to pull him closer, so that his legs wrap around Rian’s thighs. Out of nowhere, Alex breaks away, grinning and breathing hard, to say, “If I fall off this counter, I’m blaming you.”

“Oh,” Rian says dazedly, but before he gets a chance to recalibrate Alex is hauling him back in like they never stopped.

Even if Rian wanted to move away, he couldn’t; Alex has him locked in between his legs. Not that Rian is complaining. He’s far too distracted by Alex’s tongue skating over his lower lip to be concerned with things like mobility. That, or Alex’s arms sliding around Rian’s neck. It’ll be impossible to break them apart, Rian is sure; they might just be stuck this way forever.

There are definitely worse ways to be stuck.

Slowly but surely, the kiss dims until it’s dark, and Rian is the one to pull back, though as soon as he does he can’t resist one more kiss, for the road, so to speak. In case they talk about it now and something goes terribly wrong. In case they don’t talk about it now and then never acknowledge it again. In case they leave the auditorium and it turns out it never happened.

When they separate for real — both short of breath, though Rian significantly moreso — Alex bites his lip and smiles. Like clockwork, Rian’s gaze snags on the motion, because how could it not when those are the same lips he’d just had his teeth around, and that only makes Alex’s smile bigger.

“So,” he says, and Rian notices he’s still stuck between Alex’s legs; Alex has yet to release him.

“So,” Rian repeats, taking an undignified deep breath because fuck it, he really needs it. Alex seems to be waiting for the rest of a sentence, even though he hadn’t finished his own, and Rian really hadn’t thought further than the so. Under Alex’s watchful gaze, Rian continues, “What are you thinking about?”

This seems to take Alex pleasantly by surprise. He laughs a little. “Uh, guess,” he says, and looks very obviously from Rian’s mouth back to his eyes a few times.

Yeah. Rian is too.

“Other than that,” Rian says, licking his lips, partially because they’re feeling dry but also partially for the rush that comes from knowing Alex will watch him do it. Sure enough, Alex’s gaze is like a magnet.

“Right now?” he asks, lifting his eyes to meet Rian’s.

“Yeah.”

“I’m thinking that I’m really glad I wasn’t wearing stage makeup when we did that just now,” Alex says. There’s a twinkle in his eye. It’s probably the least calculated thing he’s said since the door shut behind the last person to leave, and it leaves Rian smiling.

“Agreed,” he says. “Okay, ask me what I’m thinking about.”

Alex presses his lips together and smiles. “What are you thinking about, Rian?”

“I’m thinking,” Rian says, tilting his head just so, “that however good you look onstage, it’s nothing compared to how you look right now.”

Alex’s smile broadens. “Rian Dawson, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he proclaims, wrapping his hand in Rian’s t-shirt again. “I’d love to see you in stage lights, for the record. You’d outshine everyone.”

“I doubt it,” Rian says. “My luck is pretty good backstage.”

“Is that so?”

“You tell me,” Rian says, cradling Alex’s face in his hands, almost smiling.

Alex’s laugh is swallowed up in Rian’s mouth, and then they’re kissing again, and Rian has a good feeling about the future that’s based on nothing at all. Just instinct, a gut feeling, telling him that these sparks are definitely fireworks.

And it’s going to be a long show.

#rian dawson #alex gaskarth #rilex #rilex fic #all time low #atl fic #fic #my fic #THANKS FOR NOT GIVING ME A PAIRING SO I COULD MAKE IT RILEX TEAM I LOVE U #no one sent rilex and i think they deserve better than that. i love them #dude this fic slaps not to be like my fic slaps but my fic SLAPSSS #i love this one #i dont even care if anyone else likes it lol #came very close to titling this one 'mixing fireworks and gasoline' but then i didnt think clumsy was like #the right VIBE for the fic #so i did not do it #not that that means anything to anyone who's reading it on tumblr #but i mean for the ao3 version lol

[ikyw-t]

just remembered that alex seriously thinks that weightless/break ur little heart/damned is the best three track run on any atl album....... there are literally so many options gaskarth get ur head out of 2009

#i mean we saw that he def has the most boring taste as we saw on the basement noise sets lol #but like hello...... there are so many other good 3 tracks runs...... #remembering sunday/ vegas/ stay awake #clumsy/ glitter & crimson/ summer daze pt 2 #i mean..... those are so so so good..... #and this is coming from me who became obsessed with damned over the pandemic #but sir...like.... objectively that is just so boring lol there's no way THAT'S the best one #all time low #atl #p

[aestheticslyrics]

clumsy // all time low

#im sorry i just really love this song #all time low #clumsy #aestheticslyrics #lyric aesthetics #aesthetics #lyrics #atl lyrics #wake up sunshine #songs i like #and for all this pain that i can't explain #there's a black flag waving tonight

[cursemewithyourkiss]

Some Kind Of Disaster // Clumsy

— All Time Low

#my edit #lyrics #All Time Low #wake up sunshine #clumsy #some kind of disaster #lyric edit #atl

[tthankstoyou]

'some kind of disaster' by all time low is about skank!quinn. send tweet.

#honestly the whole 'wake up sunshine' album by atl could be connected to quinn #like clumsy is so her too #quinn fabray #glee

[septembers-colors]

Clumsy - All Time Low

#clumsy #all time low #atl #color #colors #color palette #song color palette #music color palette #synesthesia #synesthete #red #pink #purple

[positively-negative09]

All my original stuff posted on my Insta ( @ brex.ley )

#all time low #atl #clumsy #wake up sunshine #alternative #quote #music #lyrics #aesthetics #aesthetic #hipster #punk #emo #rock #song #fireworks

[httpsgfg]

hellooooooooooo welcome to tumblr glad to have you here !!! -clumsyclifford (bella)

omg hi, thank you for sending this!! 🥺

#why are you all so nice #i am not used to this #thank you 🥺🥺🥺 #atl fans are THE nicest chillest peeps i ever did see #answered #clumsy is such a good song too!! #are you trying to make me cry bella #nice to meet you!!!!!! #clumsyclifford #cute url!!!!!!

[calumsclifford]

so i was thinking... maybe "glitter & crimson" as a malum song? idk it has this "ur my once in a lifetime" and "we've been through so much, we're complicated and still figuring ourselves out but at least we're together"-kinda vibe but it also sounds like a lazy and comfortable love?

actually i do really love glitter & crimson for malum and how inevitable it feels? the vibes you described are perfect and i feel this so hard, like “no compromise and no second best / there's no stopping now, this weight on my chest / i won't settle down, won't settle for less” just struck me so so hard as malum 

send me 5sos ship songs!

#also how did i forget how much i love this song???? #it slaps #and the bridge is so so strong #i feel very very strongly about the importance of a good bridge in a song #and this one is just... top tier #though clumsy owns my heart for atl bridges <3 #asks #malum playlist

[overbearingstruggles]

AHHHHH do you want me (dead) is my FAVORITE opener, I hope they keep it for my date next month

I am here for ittttt! A setlist with no Therapy? Love that! The single actual best song from Future Hearts and not kitd? Fuck me UP. Debuting a song from an album passed its cycle?? A top reason why I adore this band.

#kick off Time Bomb gimme Clumsy #anon #and #atl

[clumsyclifford]

Alex isn’t sure where he’s taking them. He’s not sure where they are, even, but he doesn’t want a GPS, doesn’t want a phone on, doesn’t want lights in the car to illuminate his face, to blind him from seeing Jack hidden in the shadows of the passenger seat.

Finally, as they’re passing their third exit, Jack says, “What do you think happens when you die?”

written because @waytoofadedtodrive is just absolutely the best

#jack barakat #alex gaskarth #jalex #jalex fic #all time low #atl fic #fic #my fic #slowly creeping towards 400k.............. #while also slowly unlocking emo jalex......... #i really dont want to unlock emo jalex tbh i just want them to be happy and stuff #suicide mention #in the fic that is #thank you alex.......owe u my life #listened exclusively to edge of tonight while i wrote this #although it is NOT an edge of tonight fic #and it accidentally contains a clumsy reference so that's kinda cute #that's kinda my brand a little bit omg #love it for me #i am now going to acquire snacks #and then attempt to work on one of two fics that i am currently in the middle of writing #love ya! bye #i think it's really really sexy of me to not write fics that even allude to chr*stmas #everyone is going to post their chr*stmas ('holiday') fics but not me #no sir