#christian coma imagine

[imaginesinthedark]

[unbroken-imagines]

‘Fraid So Kiddo

Pairing: None

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Imagine your mother finally taking you to meet your biological father, Christian Coma, who had no idea you existed

Every since you were 5 you knew why you didn't grow up with a father figure. You were 10 when you started getting angry for not having his around, he didn't know you existed, your mother never told him she was pregnant and he lived across the country.

It was your 18th birthday, you mother had married and you had 2 younger siblings now, you loved your step-dad with all your heart but you always wondered about your biological dad. Your mother told you you had a lot of his features, your chocolate brown eyes different from the mix of greens and blues or your mother and siblings, along with being the tallest in the family 5’ 8” compared to your step-dad who was 5’ 7”.

You were sitting at the desk in your room, band, show, and movie posters littering the wall. Headphones in your ears, music blasting as you worked on your math homework, head bouncing with the drum beat as you scribbled down equations. “We are the fallen angels.” You sang under your breath as you continued with your homework. Before your mom had started dating your step-dad you felt as if band members were like surrogate father figures for you to look up to. You looked up to all 5 members of Black Veil Brides the most because of what they had achieved with sheer willpower, determination, and skill.

“Y/N!” You faintly heard your name being called, you turned around pausing your music to see your mom standing at the door to your room.

“Yeah mom?” You questioned.

“Dinner’s ready.” You mom smiled, “And I have a surprise for you birthday girl.”

“Okay, just let me finish up this question and then I’ll be down.” You smiled. Your mom smiled and nodded before going to tell your siblings to come down for dinner. You quickly scribbled down the answer to the question, making sure it was correct before getting up and heading downstairs for dinner. You grinned as the smell hit your nose, your mom had made your favourite meal.

“How was school?” Your step-dad asked as you sat down at the table. “Pretty good.” You answered, “My friends wrapped my locker in wrapping paper.” You laughed taking a bite of food.

“Sounds like that would take forever.” You mom chimed in as she sat down across from you next to your step-dad.

“They got there a half hour before school to do it.” You smiled.

Dinner continued on like usual, your parents asking your siblings about their school day and then them bringing out your favourite cake and giving you your presents.

Eventually, your parents sent your siblings to go finish their school work and sat you down in the living room.

“Y/N, I know I’ve been extremely secretive about your biological father, and I know that in the past that’s upset you.” Your mother started. “But we’ve been in contact with him, he’d like to meet you. So, only if you wish, we can fly down to LA this weekend and go meet him.”

You were at a loss for words, you’ve always wanted to meet your father, now that you were 18 you knew you could legally search for him, but you didn't think it would happen this quickly. You mind traveled back to about a month ago, when you were getting ready for bed you remembered hearing your mom on the phone with someone.

“Hello, Christian, this is Isabelle Y/L/N. I’m sure you don’t remember me, we met around 18 years ago, in New York.” You mom sounded anxious.

“I understand you’re probably confused with my calling you out of the blue but I have some news for you. You’re a father Christian, I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but you were just starting your career and we were a simple one night stand.”

“Yes I’m positive she’s yours, you were my first.”

“She’s 17 now, turning 18 in about a month. I was wondering if you would like to meet her. The both of us could fly down to LA and stay for the weekend.”

“This is simply a trip for you two to meet each other, I know you have a girlfriend, and I am not looking to take you to court.”

“Well, she is looking to go to University in LA after she graduates, but even before that we can make arrangements for her to visit you when you’re not on the road.”

“Her name is Y/N, you can text me with other questions and details so we can set up dates and times. She’ll be thrilled to meet you Christian. Goodbye.”

“I-I would like to meet him.” You said after thinking it over.

“Perfect.” You mom smiled, “Our flight is at 7:30 on Saturday, make sure you’re packed for a weekend stay.”

“I will.” You smiled before running up to your room and ripping through your closet, your birthday wish for so many years had come true, you were finally going to meet your real dad.

I couldn't focus, the guys and I were in the middle of recording a new record and I kept screwing up. They eventually decided to give me a break and I collapsed onto the couch, pulling out my phone and staring at the photos that Isabelle had sent me of Y/N, my daughter, who just turned 18.  I couldn't get my mind off her, I told Anna about it right away and she thankfully understood the situation I was in, of course I wanted to meet my daughter, but it was still terrifying.

“Dude you okay?” I was torn from my thoughts, looking up from my phone to see Ashley walking in and sitting next to me.

“Who’s that?” He questioned seeing Y/N’s picture on my phone screen. “Are you cheating on Anna?” He questioned accusingly.

“Ash, she’s my daughter.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, I could still barely comprehend it.

Ashley’s eyes widened, shock blanketing his face “Seriously?” He snatched my phone from my hand, examining the picture, “How old is she?” He questioned.

“18, her mother just contacted me last month, they’re flying out to meet me this weekend.” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

“Does Anna know?” Ashley asked.

“Told her right away, you guys. I dunno, it was such a shock I didn't really know what to say.” I sighed, I didn't like keeping secrets from the guys, but I seriously had no idea how to tell them that there was a little me running around New York.

“She looks a lot like you, and hey, she’s a fan.” Ashely smiled, swiping through the pictures seeing Y/N in a BVB shirt.

“That’s the only reason I know she won’t hate me.” I sighed.

“Dude, no one could hate you.” Ashely smiled reassuringly. “I’m pretty sure the guys and myself would also like to meet her when she comes for a visit.” He smiled handing me my phone back.

“I’ll keep that in mind Ash.” I smiled, forever thankful for my friends support.

“Now, think you can nail the drum fills after getting that off your chest?” Ashely questioned with a smile.

“Sure a hell wouldn't hurt to try.” I grinned grabbing my sticks and heading back to record some kickass songs.

You couldn't sit still the entire flight to LA, constantly trying to picture what your father would be like, you knew his name was Christian but that was it. You music couldn't even calm you down, constantly switching songs trying to find one that would calm your nerves. You pulled at the hem of you APinc shirt as you and you mom walked off the plane and went to retrieve your baggage.

“He’s meeting us here right?” you questioned as you and you mom pulled your suitcases along the tiled floor of LAX airport.

“Yes, he said he’s by the Starbucks in the departures, and that he brought one of his bandmates along.” You mom replied checking her phone.

“He’s in a band?” You asked excitedly.

“Yes.” You mom smiled, knowing how much you loved music.

“What type of music does the band play, what instrument does he play?” You started hounding your mom with questions. Your were looking at your mom and not where you were going, you ran into a person, turing to apologize your mouth ran dry. Standing right in front of you in all his tattooed cowboy glory was Ashley motherfuckin’ Purdy himself.

“You’re right Chuppy.” The bassist laughed, “She is a mini you.” He smiled, you turned to see Christian motherfuckin’ Coma greeting your mom. Then it hit you, your dad’s name was Christian, he was in a band, and his eyes were the exact same colour as yours.

“Are you saying that CC of Black Veil Brides is my dad?” You asked your mother in amazement.

“‘Fraid so kiddo.” CC smiled walking up to you. “It’s really nice to meet you Y/N.” He said, opening his arms for a hug which you gladly accepted.

“How about we talk more on the way to Christian’s place.” You mom offered, you, CC, and Ashely nodded as you and your mom grabbed your bags again.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You were finally meeting your father who wasn't just an amazing man who had achieved his dreams, your father was also one of your biggest heroes, and you wouldn't change that for the world.

So that’s the first taste of my writing skills, I’m looking to write a one-shot for every imagine but that can take time because of school and work.

[imaginesinthedark]

[unbroken-imagines]

Imagine your mother finally taking you to meet your biological father, Christian Coma, who had no idea you existed

Gif: Not mine!

Oneshot: ‘Fraid So Kiddo

[writingthebands]

My Man Christian Coma/(Y/N)

I don't remember each step that happened. The anesthesiologist told me they were about to put me on drugs that would make me loopy while they took me to the operating room and before I finally went under. CC was promising me he'd be right next to me when I woke up. That didn't change the fact that the entire time I was scared out of my mind. And then I don't remember anything. I don't remember being high on the drugs before I was unconscious. But next thing I do recall was the nurse gently calling to me, telling me the surgery was over. Then another familiar voice followed. CC.

"(Y/N), wake up. It's over," he softly called. I turned my head in the direction of his voice, or flopped would be a more accurate description.

"Mmm," I moaned, trying to pry my eyes open. After a moment of trying to open them through the haze that clouded my mind, my eyes were open. "CC?" I mumbled.

"(Y/N)! Hey, love. Can you see me?"

"It's kinda fuzzy. In that eye," I was speaking cursive, as my aunt called it.

The nurse didn't miss a beat as she reminded me, "It will probably stay that way for a few days. Now do you think we can get you dressed? The sooner we can the sooner your man can get you home and into your own bed."

"Sure," I smiled. "My man" was what she had called him. That would definitely become a new name for him. As the nurse helped me sit up, CC brought over my bag of clothes. I shamelessly stripped off the operating gown, but only because they had let me keep on my sports bra before the surgery. I sloppily raised my arms, and the nurse pulled my large shirt over my head and fit it over my torso. Then CC handed me my yoga pants, and I was pulling them up, barely standing from the bed as I pulled them over my butt before plopping back down to where I had sat. CC came around the bed and slid on my shoes before I could even say a word.I have to say, it was a first to have CC dress me.

"Ready for the wheelchair?" he asked. I simply nodded my head yes, letting him come into focus some more from where he was standing in front of me.  The nurse wheeled the chair directly next to where I sat on the bed. I then stood up, latching onto CC, as I still felt dizzy, before he helped me land gracefully into the chair, or at least as graceful as I could be. He gently set my purse in my lap and did a quick sweep of the little area to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything. The nurse then got behind the chair and began to wheel me towards the exit while CC walked in front of us, holding open doors and being a total gentleman.

“CC,” I began as I was wheeled outside.

“Yeah?” he asked, leading the nurse to his truck.

“I want a milkshake.” He merely chuckled before promising we’d pick one up after we grabbed my prescription. The sun was blinding me, so I began to try and find my sunglasses. THey were somewhere in my purse, I just didn’t know where.

“What are you looking for?” CC asked, holding out a hand, offering to help.

“My sunglasses,” I said as I handed my purse over. He easily found them, handed them to me, and carried my purse to the truck. It was an adorable sight, CC carrying my large black purse. A moment later, I was wheeled up next to the passenger side of CC's truck. I stood up from the wheelchair with both CC and the nurse on either side of me, making sure I don't fall. I grabbed onto what I call "the oh, Jesus! handle" and lifted myself into the passenger seat. I immediately reclined the seat and closed my eyes. CC dismissed the nurse and got into the seat beside me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked before starting the car.

"Tired," I yawned. CC just smiled before he started the truck. I was asleep before he even left the parking lot.

I woke up when he was gently shaking my shoulder, telling me it was time to go inside. He handed me my shake and helped me out of the car and into the house.

"What flavor?" I asked, referring to my shake before I took a sip.

"Strawberry, just like you asked for."

"I did?"

"Yeah. You were half asleep, but it's what you requested."

"Thanks," I gave him a loopy grin before I took a sip.

CC carefully walked me into the house and down the hall into our bedroom. I set my milkshake on the bedside table before rolling into the bed, shoes and all. It didn't take long before I was asleep again.

At some point later on, I felt CC messing with my feet, taking off my shoes. When he saw I was awake, he demanded I take my medicine. Shortly after that, I went back to bed.

I woke up a little while later, yearning for the bathroom. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was dark outside. I turned on the bedside lamp to see. I still couldn't see clearly out of my eye. I began to make my way for the bathroom.

"(Y/N)?" CC called. He had been napping beside me on the bed.

"Just gotta go to the bathroom."

I made my way into the bathroom, and I was sitting on the toilet, I felt it happening. The after effects of anesthesia, also known as vomiting. I was sitting on the toilet, so I threw up in the next best place. The bathtub right next to me. I felt gross. I heard CC running into the bathroom, and I quickly wiped and flushed the toilet, pulling up my pants.

"You okay?" CC asked.

"Yeah, just-" I felt it again and leaned over into the tub. CC pulled back my hair as I emptied whatever else may have been in my stomach. "Thanks," I croaked as I leaned back, sitting on my legs. He quickly dampened a rag and wiped my face before I could protest. "I could've wiped my own face," I told him. He turned on the shower and let it wash all the partially digested contents of my stomach down the drain.

"Well I did. You need something to drink? I saved your shake," I merely nodded my head. "Well, you head back to bed, and I'll grab your milkshake."

I went back to the bed, curling on my side as I awaited the return of my milkshake and CC.

"Here you go," he said. I eagerly grabbed the styrofoam cup from his hand and began to gulp the shake. "Slow down or you'll barf again."

I took a last swallow from the shake before placing it on my night stand. "Thanks," I smiled. "You're the greatest."

"Why's that?"

"You're taking care of me. Plus you held back my hair while I threw up. Isn't that like every girls dream?"

"I wouldn't know. You're the girl."

"I guess so. Thanks anyways."

"No problem. Anything for you."

"You're so ridiculously cheesy," I laughed. I gave him a big hug, laying my head on his chest.

"But you love it," he argued, laying his hands on my back, slowly massaging it.

"I do. Now shush. I want to sleep some more."

[xxband-fantasiesxx]

Christmas Wish (CC X Nai Fluff) *CONTEST WINNER*

Sophie, Nai. Can my imagine be with CC from BVB about how I want him to come home from tour for Christmas but I get a phone call on Christmas eve from him saying that he might not make it because there’s a blizzard. So, I go to our special place (ice skating rink) & make a wish under the big Christmas tree for him to come home. Then the next morning when I get up I find him next to the fireplace near tree with his bags & can it end with a kiss under the mistletoe please? w/lots of fluff?

“I’m sorry, Nai. It’s snowing like crazy up here, the runways are frozen. They’re putting salt on them, but with how cold it is, and the amount of snow that’s coming down, they aren’t sure if it will work. They’re saying the 26th it will stop.”

“So you’re not going to be coming home?” She held back tears.

“I’m not sure. I am so sorry baby.”

“You can’t control the weather. I don’t blame you. It’s just disappointing that I won’t get to spend Christmas with you.”

“I know. I’m sad to. But I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She hung up the. Her boyfriend, CC, wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas due to a freak blizzard. She sighed and sat on the bed.

She flipped on the TV and started watching Elf, not sure of what to do. All the presents had been wrapped, the garland hung up, the cake made. Nai grabbed her phone again and dialed her friend Penny.

“Hey Penny. Wanna go ice skating?” she greeted.

“That sounds great! Meet me at the usual rink?”

“Sounds good. Be there in twenty.

Nai pulled her hair up, out of her face, and slipped on some shoes, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

~2 hours later~

“That was really fun!”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “but I wish CC had been here to join us.”

“You know, if you make a wish on the star it might come true,” Penny said, pointing to the star at the top of the tree at the skating rink.

“It’s worth a shot,” Nai said, closing her eyes and making a wish.

~the next morning~

Nai yawns, rolling over in bed and checking the time. “It’s only 6AM, why am I awake?” she mumbles.

She gets up and heads to the living room, still half asleep. When she gets there she stops dead in her tracks. “CC?”

“I’m home, doll,” CC says. He grabs her arm and pulls her into a hug. “It’s a miracle, the snow melted enough for the plane to leave.”

“I can’t believe you’re home!”

“I can’t either. Merry Christmas, babe!”

“Merry Christmas!”

You two just stand in each others arms for a moment, relishing being together. “Is that mistletoe?” CC points to the ceiling .

“Yeah, I thought it would a cute decoration.”

“Well then, you know what that means.” CC kisses her softly.

This was the best Christmas ever.