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Andy Biersack Imagine *Rebel Love Song*

A/N: I feel kind of bad posting this after Andy and Juliet's wedding, but I've been a massive fan of Black Veil Brides for a very long time and I had the pleasure of seeing him live on the Homecoming Tour in Orlando, and I have had so many feels that I just had to sit down and write something. So, this short little imagine is for the one and only fallen angel Andy Biersack, and I hope that you all enjoy. :) Love, Alexandria

"(Y/N)?" "Hm?" "What if we just ran away together?" Andy's raspy voice broke through the comfortable silence, his question catching you completely off guard. It had been a peaceful evening, just the two of you laying around and simply enjoying each other's company. It had been weeks since you had seen each other last on account of family dropping in unannounced, extending their stay an extra week to "catch up" with you. The house was suffocating, and the moment you thought you could slip away to be with Andy another family member was dragging you off to go bowling or something. It was like a breath of fresh air once they left, and now you were finally able to spend time with one person you actually cared about. Sure relatives were family, but they didn't seem to understand; Everything was too formal, too calculated. Andy was your escape from such madness. You turned to your boyfriend with wide eyes, not knowing how to respond to his sudden outburst. "What?" A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took another drag from his cigarette, the few rays of sunlight that managed to creep through the blinds reflecting off of the mischievous glint in his eyes. He shrugged nonchalantly, his cool demeanor unfazed as he watched the ring of smoke leave his lips and disappear in the air before putting out the bud in the bedside ashtray. "You heard me," He mused, "What if we just left, (Y/N)? You and me together?"  You scoffed, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Yeah, right-" "-I'm being serious."  His fingers gently traced the smooth curve of the tattoo on your rib cage, his piercing blue eyes focused on the ceiling fan as his jaw clenched. "We could leave this hellhole, (Y/N), find a small apartment in a big city. No more sneaking out in the middle of the night, no more hiding from everyone..." Andy finally turned to face you, determination fixated on his features. "We can be together."
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Ever since that day his words had been swimming through your mind, and you couldn't help but wonder what might happen if you said yes; Packing up in the middle of the night to go who knows where was crazy, and even if you said yes you knew it would never work. Your father would send out all of his men to find the two of you, most likely placing false abduction charges on Andy so he would be thrown in jail...your father would love to make his life a living hell. Your parents hated everything about Andy; They hated his tattoos, his music, his attitude...everything. They thought he was dangerous and a bad influence. You guess it's a good thing you didn't give a crap about what they thought. You had been planning to head out to see him, trying your best to move swiftly through the hall as not to be noticed. The old floorboards, however, were not so forgiving. One misstep and-! "(Y/N)?" Shit. The creak had rung through the room as you turned around slowly, heart in your throat as you made your way back towards your mother. Pulling on a sweet smile, you entered the dining room with a heavy heart, knowing what was coming. "Yes?" "Come sit and eat with us! It's like we never see you anymore!" She took note of your backpack and furrowed her eyebrows. "Headed out, dear?" Pulling on a sweet smile, you nodded. "I'm going to be late for study group-" "-Take a seat, (Y/N)." Dad. You could feel your father's eyes burning in to your soul as he glared from over his newspaper, and you knew you couldn't refuse. With reluctance you pulled out your chair and took a seat, helping yourself to the sandwich your mother had put out for you. You didn't want to have to stay longer than necessary so you ate quickly, only to be interrupted by your father. "So," He began, folding his newspaper and peering at you over the rims of his reading glasses, "I heard from officer Carol that you and that Biersack boy were out past curfew the other night." You froze, panic flooding through every vein in your body. He found out. You knew he would, and yet you were unprepared for the confrontation that was eminent. You swallowed, scoffing. "Why the heck would I be out with Andy Biersack?" "That's what I would like to know young lady-" "-I haven't talked to him in weeks. Plus, I never go out after curfew, you know that!" You lied, avoiding eye contact as best as you could. You had managed to gain the trust of your mother, but dad was a completely different story. Officer Carol had told your father that you had been out, and now you were on edge. You would be crucified. How much did your father know? Surely he couldn't possibly- "Don't lie to me, (Y/N), I can always tell when you're lying!" Your father scolded, eyes narrowing menacingly. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're not allowed to go near that boy-" "-I wasn't with Andy!" "Goddamn it!" He roared, slamming a fist on to the table, "Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you! You made a fool out of me in front of one of my officers, (Y/N)! How do you think this makes me look, huh?" "Dad-""-The daughter of the chief of police is out past curfew with some hoodlum, for starters, and then she harasses an officer?" He sneered, shaking his head. "I defended you. 'Oh, my (Y/N)? Surely my daughter would never do anything like that, she's a good girl'-" "-I am a good girl, daddy, you know me!" "Really? These past few months I'm not sure who the hell you are anymore." Your mother shifted in her seat, reaching over and patting your father's hand as if to say 'no more'. "Please, no more of this at the dinner table-" "-You don't know me?" You repeated incredulously, "Maybe it's because you don't take the time to look at me anymore! Maybe I've been changing and you haven't noticed, but Andy set off a red flag and you finally decided to take a peek!" Your father was getting angry, pursing his lips and becoming red under his collar. Once again, mother tried to interject, "Who wants more potato salad? Hm? How about some sweet tea?" Your dad stood suddenly, tossing the paper on to the dining table to expose a mugshot of your current topic of conversation, Andy's signature smirk seeming to taunt the officer taking the photograph. "This is the young man you are currently trying to defend," His voice was now a deep growl as a scowl set in on his face, jamming a finger into Andy's chest,"This is the JD you are wasting your time with, (Y/N). Take a good look, because the next time you're going to see him is in the news when the next Columbine happens." Your eyes widened at such a terrible accusation and you practically leaped out of your seat, "How could you say that?" "(Y/N), sit down." He warned, but you didn't listen. "Andy isn't a bad person, dad! He's not afraid to be himself, he's unapologetic, he's his own person! If anyone is a bad guy here it's you! "No, you are forbidden to see him!" Your father shouted as he his slammed his fist on the dining table, causing his plate to fall to the floor and shatter. "I will not have my daughter parading around with some delinquent criminal-!" "-Daddy!" "Enough!"