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Andy: ReflectionAndy’s POV:
As I ran away out of Fear’s prison, clutching my head with his words echoing in my head.
“You’ll never be part of FEAR!”
Make the words go away! Make the words go away! I can’t keep living like this! I ran out to the desert, hoping to escape my worst fear. I fell on my hands and knees on the desert sand, crying with my long hair falling in front of my face. I don’t belong here! I don’t belong here. I looked down and studied my pure white clothes and my tattoo-less arms. I feel out of place and so alone.
Who is that boy I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide?
Who I am, though I've tried.
I numbly walked back to Fear’s base, where I live with my father and everyone else that belongs with Fear. I walk through the prison and gave the all captured Legion a sympathetic look. Don’t cry, Andy! Be strong! I turned t
Andy Biersack x Reader Part 4 [End] After sharing a few laughs and tears with the guys of Pierce The Veil, you decided to head back to the BVB bus and hang there for a while longer since none of the other bands interested you. Plus there was only maybe a half hour left until you had to leave.
On your way back to the bus you looked back on the day and thought of it as one you would ABSOLUTELY miss and regret leaving for at least another year. It seemed like every band member fancied you. Except maybe Jayy. He seemed to have flirted with a few other girls, only taking a few glances back at you. Then also the fact that Andy seemed to like you the most. Wasn’t he dating Juliette though?? Maybe I’ll ask about that later you thought. But what if he’s still dating her? What do I say then? And what if they recently broke up and he’s still like…. Salty about it? I might cause him to remember things he doesn’t want to remember….. Ma
Happy Ending - Andy Biersack Imagine
"Andy, are you alright?" I ran inside, pushing past the police officer.
"(y/n), what are y-" he paused, holding his head. He took a deep breath and stood, coming over to the bars in front of me, holding them as he spoke. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you tonight."
"I'm sorry you had to see that." he frowned, looking down so that his forehead touched the bars. "I'm so stupid."
"Andy, no. It's okay." I reassured. "Just.. um." I looked at the officer. "Will you let him out already? I think he's learned his lesson."
The man shrugged, and went over, pulling a key. He unlocked the barred door, letting Andy walk out before slamming it shut.
"It's so good to see you." I muttered, holding him close in a hug.
I pulled away, noticing he smelled of strong alcohol. I shook my hand.
"You're drunk, Andy."
"I messed up." he muttered, chewing his lip.
"Come on, let's go. You can talk about this later."
"(y/n), I'm so sorry."
"Andy, it's fine. Alright?
Tour - Andy Biersack Imagine
"Mhm...yeah...alright." I watched as he threw his phone, looking to make sure it landed on the bed, before sliding to the floor, burying his face in his hands.
"Andy..." I sat up on the bed, scooting off, and sitting beside Andy. "What did he say? Can I go?"
He lifted his head, looking over at me with wet eyes. "What do you think?"
"Babe," I placed my hand on his knee, leaning to look into his eyes. "You know, it's not the end of the world?"
"What am I going to do for three months, without you?" He narrowed his eyes, furrowing his brows. "I won't be able to handle not being with you."
"It's only three months. And, on tour, I bet that'll go by fast." I tried to sound hopeful.
"You don't understand!" his nearly shouted, making me tense. "This will be hell for me." his voice was softer, more controlled.
"You've done it before, babe."
Vincent's Secret Love (Vincent X Reader)
He watched you as you slept peacefully. He walked over and sat quietly on the bed near your head. Reaching with his good hand, he gently caressed your cheek, ran it down your cheek, tracing your jawline, and down your neck. The pattern repeated for some time before you turned over, facing him, and scooted closer to him.
A smile ghosted across his face as he lay down, careful not to jostle the bed around too much and wake you.
He lay on his side, facing you, and smiled. He loved you very much, but would never say it to you or anyone else. Ever since you had come into his life, he'd promised that he wouldn't let anyone go near you or hurt you. He would always protect you, no matter what.
He would never stop loving you. It was like a disease that didn't have a cure. He didn't want a cure because the sickness he had was curing him of his past regrets.
You stirred and snuggled closer to him, nuzzling him where his shoulder met his neck. He smiled and stroked your face gently, lovingly. He l
You Will Be Mine Chapter 1: First SightThe moment you walked into Seventh Heaven, his eyes fell on you and it was all over! You looked so...tempting. For him, it was hard to look away.
He watched your every move very closely. You moved with grace, elegance, and beauty.
You were hypnotizing him. One look, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You ruined him for being so...tantalizing!
He had come to the decision that he was going to have you. It wasn't so much as a want, but more of a need. The need would only grow more and more till he had you within his grasp and only then, would his need be satisfied.
And since he needed you as so, he had to act soon, before anyone else got you before he did.
He wanted to be the one who would sweep you off your feet, the one you kissed, and the one you loved most. His heart craved for your love, he needed it, and more.
He was going to put you in his trap and when the time was right, he would strike out and you would be his own forever.
Rebels On The Sea - Ch.7: Unconscious
«...enemy forces are ready to attack at anytime, even tomorrow, so be ready...when we'll give the signal, we'll go and fight!»
«Yes!» all shout together. My voice raises among the other voices even louder. Finally I'll fight the enemy with my new friends, after almost a month of physical and mental training; on this hand I'm anxious to fight, on the other hand I'm afraid because it's the first time. I never thought of experiencing that in my life, and I'm not really sure about my skills, even if I developed them a lot.
«Now go and keep doing what you were doing, and this evening go sleep early, tomorrow we don't want people who sleep standing up» Christian jokes, provoking everyone's laugh and chatter.
I try to make a step, but suddenly my knees give in; my eyes are clouded; I quickly fall into unconsciousness, almost as falling asleep.
Kendra falls plump on the wood of the deck as a fragile broken leaf; I rush and catch h
Rebels On the Sea - Ch.6 : Reflections
Since the day of my examination, I start following carefully the tips given by my leaders: I train for at least one hour for day lifting weights and running around on the ship. I also do some clinch fight with some mates or Jared; I always try not to hurt too much my opponent but he inevitably ends being quite bruised, but I can't win against my best friend without ending the fight with very short breath and sweating a lot. Afterwards, having become better in this, I start using weapons; one of the leaders, Jinxx, is a really strong fighter with his katana and he immediately teaches me the art of managing that apparently harmless but very dangerous sword, being himself my opponent. Obviously I don't win the first times, but when I get used to the weight and use of the weapon I become a quite good rival, since I have greatly developed my skills in a way that amazes me. Yeah, I always thought of myself as wimpy in any physical activity, but now I know I was wrong because my body is becom
Killian x Chubby Reader: Happy Thought
Killian x Chubby Reader: Happy Thought
Killian Jones, feared pirate Captain of the Jolly Roger and an iconic figure in children’s fiction, had always been able to boast self-confidence and an avid knowledge for what he wanted. Ever since he had been a lad- long before his days as the infamous Captain Hook- he had had complete control over his life (other than losing Milah and his hand) and hardly any task seemed impossible.
Though now, as the pirate currently walked the windy streets of Storybrooke he couldn't state that this was the case anymore. . . For nearly four months, Hook had been a stranger to himself, and it had taken its toll. Where Killian was usually chipper and snarky, he now was quiet and seemed tired. Sure, he could still keep up in a good verbal battle (or actual battle when it was required) but deep down he wasn't in tune with his inner