Hey:3 could you do me an imagine with tony perry where you’re mike and Vic’s little sister and all the lads are round you’re house and you’re upstairs drawing and tony comes up and it gets fluffy then he ends up kissing you when mike and vic walk in and have a big row with tony and start shouting at him and he is sticking up for you and you’re sticking up for him please?:3 could you make it cute please:3 thank you so much and Btw I love you’re wrighting:3
“Mind going upstairs for a bit?” Mike asked, popping his head into the kitchen. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. He shook his head, smiling slightly.
“I don’t have anything to do upstairs,” you pointed out. “You’re an artist, you can draw me or like flowers or something,” Mike said. “Why can’t I stay down here?” you whined. “Because I really don’t want you around right now,” Mike answered.
You shook your head and pointed to your heart pouting. “That hurt me right here, Mike, right in the heart.” You stood up and gathered your sketchbook and pencils and stalked past Mike.
“You’ll get over it,” he called after you. “Right in the heart, Mike,” you replied. You passed Vic on the way to your room. “You’re staying up here, right?” he asked.
You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes. “Yes, I shall retreat to the depths of the barren wasteland filled with lost souls and old diary entries while you party with fricken Jesus,” you replied a bit melodramatically.
“For how long?” Vic asked, ignoring your act. “Until the fat lady sings and the drunken idiots pass out on the couch and in the fridge like last time,” you answered. “Who’s the fat lady?” he asked. “The old neighbor chick who banged on the door because the lights were still on at 2 in the morning,” you said, grinning.
“And who are you?” he teased you, grinning. “Obviously, I’m the damsel in distress,” you said, backing into your room. “Damsel in distress, don’t come looking for your prince downstairs,” he said, only half-joking.
You nodded, smiling. You waited for him to turn before closing my bedroom door. A few minutes later you heard the door open followed by the familiar voices of the rest of Pierce The Veil.
You settled at your desk and started sketching a human skull with the exception of a few nobs and switches. Every new line made the world around you fade. Every shaded portion delivered you to a world of your own.
When you finished, you stood and stretched before heading toward the bathroom to take a shower. Tony was coming out of the bathroom as you opened your bedroom door.
“You’re here?” he asked, confused. “You’re so quiet. Why aren’t you blasting music or something?” You shrugged and said, “I’ve been sketching.”
“Really? Are you good at it?” he asked. “Wanna see for yourself?” you asked, already walking back to your room. Tony’s eyes studied your walls, gleaming.
“You drew all of this?” he murmured, gesturing at the walls covered in previous sketches you’d inked. You shrugged and nodded, holding out your sketchbook. You sat on your bed as Tony flipped through the pages.
He would stare intently at each page, taking in every minor detail. “You’re really talented,” he breathed, looking up at you. He sat next to you and handed your book back.
“Draw me,” he said. “Only if you draw me,” you said, standing to dig through the pile of old notebooks and sketchbooks sitting on your desk. You handed him a sketchbook and pencil.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, smirking. He finished sketching you within seconds. “That’s a stick figure, Tony,” you pointed out, raising your eyebrows. “It looks nothing like me.”
“Your turn, draw me,” Tony said, ignoring your comments. You started drawing him, occasionally glancing up to make sure you were getting his facial proportions correct.
You stopped at his lips, realizing that you didn’t really know how to draw them because you’d never really looked at them. “Why’d you stop?” Tony demanded, his trance broken.
“Your lips,” you said softly. “What about them?” he asked, clearly not understanding what you were saying. “I don’t know how to draw them,” you replied, staring at his lips.
“You’re just going to stare at them?” he asked, confused. “I need to learn their shape,” you explained, surprised by his confusion. His eyes traveled down to your lips and he reached up to touch them.
You touched his first, tracing them and imagining drawing them. “God, this is weird,” you mumbled, leaning closer to him. Tony smiled and you grinned.
“You have a nice smile,” you said. You lifted your eyes to his for a moment. You both leaned into the kiss. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mike demanded, appearing in the doorway.
You pulled away from Tony, standing and looking down at your feet. “That’s my fucking sister, Tony!” Mike yelled. Vic joined him and took in the scene.
“He’s over here trying to fuck Y/N!” Mike yelled. “It’s my fault, I invited him in,” you snapped. “This is exactly why we don’t want you around when our friends are here,” Vic said, glaring at Tony.
“Relax, I’m the one who kissed her,” Tony defended you. Vic turned on him, “You should know better!” Tony shook his head and looked down. “I know, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he muttered.
“Wonderful, drama,” you muttered sarcastically. “Mike, Vic, I’m old enough to do what I want and so is Tony so just relax and go back to your little party,” you said, annoyed by the whole situation.
“You, too, Tony,” you added and stood with your arms folded over your chest until your brothers left. You grabbed Tony’s arm. “So… how about that kiss?”
I am a new writing blog where I will write about various bands. I am willing to take imagines but please, please, please read the guidelines. I have only written about a couple of bands but I am up for the challenge!
Could you do one where you call Tony while he’s on tour and tell him you’re pregnant with his baby?
So I may have changed this up a bit only because who wants a phone call? I prefer a bit of good old human interaction! Lets do this! Sorry if this sucks. I’m still getting back into the swing of writing these things again! Enjoy! - a :)
You stood in front of the mirror yet again trying to convince yourself hat this was fact real. That you hadn’t somehow imagined all of this in your boyfriends absence simply because you were bored. Looking down at the little white stick yet again you were confronted with yet another pink plus sign which scared you more than you ever thought possible. Tony had told you that he wanted kids, one day. The sickening feeling in your stomach told you that it wasn’t meant to be is early. Deep down your stomached churned as you began to plot how you would best tell him the exciting yet thriving news. He was still on tour but over the next few days Wold be performing in a town only a few hours away and you figured this would be your best chance before he continued along the coast for another few weeks.
The day had finally come and you had already managed to throw up twice. One the side effect of pregnancy the other your nerves. Getting in the car you drove the three hours to the venue. It took another ten minutes to convince yourself to get out of the car before you realised how ridiculous you were being, after all Tony loved you more than anything. He wanted to have babies with you an even though this was a lot sooner than you had both planned, he loved you.
Finally you walked towards the venue pulling out your phone and calling Vic telling him that you were outside and that he should come let her in so she could surprise Tony. You’re palms were sweating as you saw Vic following him to the back room. Keeping your head down you finally looked up to find Tony staring back at you. He smiled as your ran towards you pulling your body into his arms.
“I’ve missed you so much baby,” he said laughing.
“I’ve missed you to.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He asked.
“It was a last minute decision thought I’d surprise you. Is there somewhere we could talk?” You knew that if you didn’t tell him now that it would never happen. So you followed him as he pulled you towards the empty stage the bands equipment already set up.
“What’s the matter Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked.
“You have to try not to get angry with me,” was all you could muster.
“You’re making me worried, Y/N. Did you do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He asked growing increasingly concerned.
“No it’s not you,” you whispered.
“Then what is it baby?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.
“I’m pregnant,” you stated as you looked up to see his vacant expression. He stood there for a moment stunned by your statement and he drew his arms back to his sides. He looked down before looking up and smiling back at you.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked slightly excited.
“Yes I’m having a baby,” you said as the stress began to disappear.
“I’m going to be a dad!” He exclaimed.
“Yep and I’m going to be a mum.”
“I have to go tell the others,” Tony said as he ran from the stage.
“Forgetting something Mr Perry,” you said pointing at yourself.
“Oh shit, yeah,” he ran back and kissed you quickly on the lips before lifting you bridal style in your arms. As you walked through the door in the back room the guys all turned to look at you.
“Did you guys get engaged or something?” Mike asked from his corner.
“Something even better,” you exclaimed.
“I’m going to be a dad!” Tony screamed as he placed you back on the ground.
“There’s going to be another Jaime in this world,” came from the opposite side of the room and you simply laughed at Jaime’s joke.
“I think we have enough of those,” you said winking at him.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you two!” Vic said as he gave each of you a hug.
“This means I’m going to be an uncle. I don’t know if Uncle Jaime is ready for the responsibility just yet."
Could you do one where you’re dating Vic Fuentes and you take him to meet your parents, but your father doesn’t really like him and his job then he start talking shit about him and you and Vic say that he loves you and never are going to cheat on you and your jobs aren’t going to change that then you two go home and cuddle for the rest of the day (you’re in a band too) Sorry if is so long :)
“Stop worrying so much,” Vic says, his hands gripping my wrists. I frown and mutter, “That’s kinda hard to do when there’s so much to worry about.” He sighs and I go back to straightening his shirt and making sure that his hair looks okay.
“Your parents can’t be that bad,” he insists, holding my hand tightly and leading me to the front door. We stand on the dirty welcome mat in silence. “My parents are going to murder you,” I whisper, my nails biting into his hand.
“Why do you say that?” Vic asks, ringing the bell. My dad opens the door before I can say anything. “Another boy in skinny jeans with hair that’s too long,” he barks, sneering. “That’s why,” I whisper.
I hug Dad and introduce him to Vic with a fake smile that makes my cheeks hurt. “Vic,” my dad drags out the name as if tasting it, trying to decide whether or not he likes it. His eyes narrow before he speaks. “In a band, too. Just like the others…”
I push my way inside, my hand on Vic’s wrist, afraid of what would happen if I let go. Dad brushes past us, I can hear my mom calling him. “Don’t talk about PTV. It’ll piss him off,” I warn, dropping Vic’s hand. “Don’t you talk about your band around them?” he asks, confused.
“Yes, when they’re too drunk to listen,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair before grabbing Vic’s arm tightly. “Promise you won’t bolt,” I whisper, leaning into him as I guide him down the hall. I promise,“ he replies under his breath.
He leans in for a kiss and I push him away. “Do you want to get murdered?!” I snap, my heart racing as I check to make sure my dad hasn’t seen. “What?! I’m not allowed to kiss you?!” Vic snaps. I don’t get to answer him before my mom greet us.
It’s a lukewarm hug and a “how are you?” I can read between the lines. I can see that she’s disappointed. I feel guilty but not guilty enough to tell Vic to leave. “Where’d Dad go?” I ask, desperate to break the silence that has descended upon us as the tension threatens to choke me.
"He won’t be joining us,” Mom says tightly. “Damn right I won’t! Not until I see a man with a nice haircut, a suit and a legitimate career!” Dad yells. I close my eyes, feeling sick. Mom’s smile falters and her eyes dart away from mine.
“Daddy, please!” I plead. I hear him shuffling to meet us. He points an accusatory finger at Vic and snaps, “That is no man.” His finger lands on me. “You are an excuse for a young woman. You stay out late at night doing God knows what, you spend most of your life in a cramped bus with a horde of men, and you sing that demonic chatter that your idiotic fans call music. And then you bring boys who do exactly the same home to me. I’m done!”
Vic holds me tightly. Dad glares at us and growls, “You’re just like all of those other cheap whores. What you need is a real goddamned job! You think Vic is gonna stay with you? What makes you think he won’t stay out late with every woman he passes? What makes you think he’ll be able to pay the bills? You think he’ll marry you? Stay if you get knocked up? You think he won’t have a parade of mistresses?! Honey, you wait! It’s your heart he’ll break!”
I can’t breathe for a moment. What if he’s right? What if Vic leaves me or hurts me? What makes me think that he won’t? In an instance I forget every reason I’ve stayed by his side, every time he’s told me that he loves me. I’m weak. I shiver and hold my breath as the silence grows until it deafens me.
“What makes you think that I will do all of those things?” Vic asks, his voice calm and even. My dad starts to answer but Vic silences him. “I love Y/N. I would never hurt her. I know how that feels and I could never do that to her. I love her.” Vic’s eyes meet mine. “I love you.”
“You think you’re in love?! Love isn’t half empty beds, boy,” dad barks. “You have to be with each other to love each other. Quite frankly, love won’t work out too well on a tour bus, especially when the fans come crawling, longing for lust.”
”I’d never cheat on Y/N. She’s the only one. She’s who I want to grow old with, who I want to raise a child with. Yeah, we don’t see each other very often, but you can see a person every day for your entire life and despise them as much as you can love a person you see several times a month,” Vic argues.
We leave quickly and quietly, our presence no longer wanted. I want to tell Vic that I love him that what he said means a lot to me but I can’t make myself whisper the words.
The drive home is silent. But it’s comfortable. I don’t have to speak if I don’t want to but know Vic is waiting for something. When we get home, I turn on the TV and drop onto the couch, exhausted.
Vic joins me and I sit up so that he can wrap his arms around me and kiss my forehead and whisper how much he loves me into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.