#martin garrix imagines

AU Meme: You’re dating Martin Garrix Part 3

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.

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. 

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.

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'