Imagines

It was another Saturday morning, like every else. You woke up early and headed to your bathroom to get ready for the day ahead.
After brushing your teeth and hair, you changed into a lilac sports bra and three-quarter black leggings. You put your long ashy blonde hair into a neat braid and put on your Nike running shoes, colour matching your bra. You took your iPhone from its charger by your bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hi everyone" you smiled at your family, grabbed an apple and shouted from the door "Going for a run!"
You put the music on, Black Veil Brides and Sleeping With Sirens mix was on replay and you made your way down the sidewalk leading to the small forest nearby.
It was another beautiful spring morning and you wandered aimlessly through the awakening nature and the soft sounds of Saviour, The Mortician's Daughter, All My Heart...
When you took in the sights of the trees, little Blue Monarchs to whom you whispered a wish, the bright sunlight through the treetops, you walked over to a giant oak that had fallen many years ago and pulled the earphones out.
Inhaling the fresh air, you smelled the rain coming in, and the scent of flowers by the creek. Closing your eyes you focused on the sounds and noises filling your ears with sweetness as you heard a couple of chipmunks above your head and a few birds over at the creek.
You were calm and relaxed until a hand reached for your shoulder and disrupted it.
"Hey beautiful" a low, raspy voice broke the sweet silence and made you jump. You wanted to scream, but as you turned to him, his electric blue eyes pierced you right down to your soul, removing the dust and stirring the surface of now melted ice.
"Andy?" you recognized the jet black mohawk, lip ring and a proud eyebrow from few doors down.
"Lexi?" his eyes glowed even more and the corner of his lips pulled up into a toothy smile, revealing his perfect pearly whites.
"Wow, can't believe you're here!"
"Me neither!" you leaned towards him and his slender arms embraced you in a hug that felt like it was tailored for you.
"What brings you here?"
"I was just writing some new lyrics, not much really!" Andy replied nervously and scratched the back of his head before teasing his jet black hair.
"Ooo, let me hear it!"
Andy is your neighbour that lives three houses down the street from you and you went to the same school until a few months ago. You were great friends for quite a while, since you were born pretty much because he was two years older.
"But there's no music..." he explained sadly but you didn't give in.
"It doesn't matter, you can just read, you don't have to sing."
"Okay. Just a sec" he took a deep breath and grabbed his big black notebook. As he was flipping through the pages, you took a few sneak peaks and saw a lot of black and gray drawings, they looked like tattoo designs. When you recognized a few he already had, you were sure it were ideas for new ones. On the pages were also lyrics to about fifty or more songs, very few looked familiar from before, he must've been working on a new album.
"Ah; here it is.
You've been running for so long, still breathing
Hoping soon to find a song worth singing
Every chapter of this note they're reading
But you're slowly losing hope on bleeding
I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs
(Raise another broken glass to failure)
A simple promise of a crimson saviour
Take a look into the life you're living
I promise you this isn't pain you're feeling
I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you away from the fire
(Rawr!)
(COME ON!)
I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you, away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs,
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs
You looked at him in awe and your jaw just dropped.
"Andy, you're 20! How can you have such deep emotions??"
"Aww, Lexi, you're only 18, you'll see. It's the experience and probably just the fact that I am in touch with my feelings" he smiled and winked making you narrow your eyes and reply "Don't treat me like I'm a child, I can get a tattoo!"
"Yeah, that's the measure of maturity" he replied and stuck his tongue at you.
You gasped, faking being hurt by his words and covered your mouth in the cutest way making Andy giggle.
"What about you come with me when I do get one?"
"You want me to come with you when you get your first tattoo?"
"Well, the owner of my heart should be there when I get ink for him" you said innocently and blinked quickly a few times, imitating a doll.
"You're cute. Of course I'm gonna hold my best friend's hand when she gets inked for me." he put his cool palm on your warm hand and kissed your forehead.
"You're cute too!" you giggled and continued "No new ink for you?"
"Actually, I do want one. Tell you more about it on the way to your house? If you want a tattoo, you gotta shower first and think of what you want to get" he smiled his cute smile again and reached his hand for you to take and led you home.
"Hi mum!" you shouted as you opened the front door and motioning Andy to sit on the couch in the living room. Your mum saw you from the kitchen counter and immediately yelled "Get that creature out of my house!"
"What? Did you just call him a creature?" you were shocked, she has never been insensitive and rude to anyone, especially your friends "You always told me to be nice and that's how you greet a guest? He's practically a part of the family!" you defended him as he slowly made his way behind you, towering over you at the astonishing height of 6'3" and you weren't that short for a girl, 5'7".
"I know what I said then and what I say now. Get him out, please."
"Why? Because he’s got piercings? Tattoos? 'Cause he's in a band or because I remind you of you in my age and he reminds you of dad?" you spat bluntly and crossed your arms over your chest. Your mother was shocked and when she saw Andy's arms snake around your waist to calm you down, her grip on the handle of the knife she was holding tightened.
"Lexi!" she scowled you "How dare you? You know why. I won't allow you to make my mistakes, you will marry a decent guy with a nice job and a big house-"
"What if I wanna live with five guys on a fucking tour bus and have three kids with each of them? And get full sleeve tattoos and a dozen piercings?"
"Shh." Andy tugged you back to make you think of what you just said. You tilted your head to look into his electric blue eyes that pierced you with a stern look.
"No, not 'shh', she won't tell me what to do!" you turned back to your mother and continued your raging episode "I've been fed with your mistake stories since I first admitted I had feelings for Andy. Since you started fearing that I would go around and sleep with half the school! You saw a part of you in me. I looked just like you, rocking body and perfect hair. But you didn't know that I hid that body and tied that hair and kept my spark a secret. Mum, I was bullied through high school and Andy helped me. How could I not love him?"
"I never said not to love him, just don't be with him. He's danger, he will pull you in to his world and your innocence and purity will be lost. And he might go around and break hearts, yours included"
"He wouldn't" you screamed and Andy gripped you tighter as your knees failed and you lost your balance. "He would never hurt me the way dad hurt you! He is nothing like him!"
"You're right, he's worse, he's a rock star. They have new girls every other day" she snarled "He is going to destroy you from inside out."
"Okay, with all due respect, Miss," Andy finally spoke up after boiling for some time "I might be a rock star but I don't sleep around. I've only had three girlfriends, the last one I had for two years. I am a rock star, I go on tours and live on a bus with four other guys 9 months a year, but that doesn't mean I'm less human or less good."
"What is your point?" she asked emotionless.
"That I'm just regular guy, only difference is, I make a living from singing on world's biggest stages. And that doesn't mean I will love your daughter any less or treat her with any less respect than she deserves."
She was lost for words and so were you. Andy clearly wasn't.
"I don't care what anyone thinks, I love your daughter and I will keep her heart safe, I swear. I was there when she had her first heartbreak, I was there with her, comforting her after she lost her friends and shed tears over a dozen guys. I remember all of her crushes and how I wanted to kick the Hell out of them for making this princess cry. I will never be a king in her eyes, that is her father's title, but I am no peasant. I may be the Beast, but I am a prince and she will be my lady."
You melted at his words and took the shape of his embrace as you snuggled closer to his chest, feeling it vibrate, a deep chuckle rumbled inside.
Your mother was softening up a bit but he still had cards to play and tricks to pull.
"Your daughter is precious to you, I see it in your eyes but she is not a little girl anymore, she can take care of herself now. And I know you are worried about her happiness, innocence and youth. She is not a woman yet, don't worry. She keeps that for someone special, someone who is gonna promise her, 'now and forever, you are mine and I am yours, all of me and every part of me'. She is still your baby girl, she just grew up. I see the knife and the look in your eyes. You wanna throw it at me, I can feel the tension, you could cut it with the knife. But there's need for that. I am hers and she is mine from this day until my last. I will only ever hurt her when I part with the mortal world. And I know she will suffer, but I can't change that, I can only make the agony shorter. I will smoke only a pack a day instead of the usual two. I won't get wasted every weekend, only on special occasions, but again moderately. I will not let go of her."
After a long pause and heavy breathing from you, Andy and your mother, she spoke up in a mild voice – “I know how she feels about you. I still remember what she said when you spent the day here the first time. You were watching TV in her room. Halfway through it, you fell asleep, she was no more than 4. You were her first crush out of many-“
“Many!" he repeated accentuating it. Your mother chuckled and finished the story "After the nap, you had to go home and you gave her a sweet, gentle kiss before you disappeared. She was looking out of the window when she asked me 'Can I keep him?' and I asked her why. What she said to me then broke my heart. 'Because I need him by my side.' She needed you to make her feel okay, complete. She was just four and she loved you more than I've ever seen someone love another person.”
"I guess my wish came true." Andy spoke, curiosity played in your eyes.
“That day, on my mailbox was a Blue Monarch. A beautiful butterfly, big, sapphire blue and it shined in the moonlight. I took it and whispered to him. I let him fly off and it flew into the huge oak tree in front of my house and led a couple dozen of Blue Monarchs over your house."
"What was the wish, Andy?" you asked, melted like a chocolate as he answered "For my princess to love me back."
"Childhood loves are the purest, I must agree. And I guess you're not that bad after all."
"I'm glad we made that clear."
"Go on then, off to wherever you were headed to. Just... Be careful. Don't hurt her."
"I promise I won't."
Before leaving for tour with Andy and Black Veil Brides you got your first tattoo.
"Oh. My. God." you stuttered "It's fucking perfect, thank you so much!" you hugged the tattoo artist and thanked her for the most beautiful rose tattoo you've ever seen.
It was the deepest crimson shade and the vines grew from your shoulder blade down your shoulder forming a maze with "Only he holds my heart" entwined in it.
Andy got a butterfly tattoo on his shoulder whose wings were indigo blue with black outlines and they broke into glass shards and a parchment which read "I love you more than I can ever scream".
"Come here babe" you rested a hand under his chin and pulled him closer to meet his lips.
When you got home, you spoke to your mum about moving out and moving in with Andy and she said yes, your father gave Andy a lecture on how to treat his little girl and how he shouldn't get any more tattoos claiming he looks like a colouring book.
"Well, this, everything is a part of who I am, this is my skin and it's here for a reason. I plan on getting a wedding tattoo after Lexi and I get married."
"What do you want to get tattooed?" you came over to him and pecked his lips.
"I was thinking of a wedding band on our fingers or an imitation of a bracelet with initials of the other one and a small vow."
"Until the sun sets in the east and rises in the west" you said and he continued "Until the rivers run dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves."
"In colour?" you worried father asked and you gave your idea "Of course. Mine is gonna be red and orange, colours of the sun, his in different shades of blue, as the river and mountains."
Your father sighed and gave in "Whatever makes you happy, princess. Go get ready for the tour, I heard you're gonna do some singing as well."
"Only in this country. You have backstage passes for the concert!"
"Of course" he said and pulled you and Andy in a hug.
After the tour, Andy took you to the tattoo parlour and gave the same tattoo artist that did your first tattoo a sketch of your wedding tattoos and proposed when it was almost done.
"Will you make me the happiest guy in the world and do me the honour of marrying me?"
You nodded, lost for words and in pain as the tattoo artist added "Yes" in your tattoo

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