"Just one more interview and then we’re free.“ Andy groaned. "Impatient much?” Ashley joked. Black veil brides were doing interviews for their upcoming tour with a band they had yet to meet. It was a last minute addition after Juliet dropped out because of her relationship with Andy falling out. It had been a couple months so Andy was completely fine.
The guys sat on the couch side by side and answered multiple questions they’ve answered a thousand times before.
While the interviewer was speaking, the door opened and everyone heard it. Andy had not looked up yet only because he was too busy day dreaming. The only reason he had stopped was because everyone was silent. Andy finally broke is gaze on the floor and looked up to where everyone’s attention was at.
He saw three guys, tattooed, tall, one had glasses, one had a hat, and the other was plain. All wore black but what everyone was looking at was the girl that was with them. She was shorter than them, dressed in black like the rest and was oblivious to the attention. They were speaking with the BVB manager so not even the guys noticed the room had gone silent.
"Um, so thank for being here guys,“ the interviewer finally spoke and turned to the camera, "stay tuned, next we have Y/B/N for their first interview!” The camera turned off and Andy thought how weird it must of have been for the viewers of the live stream to witness the silence. Andy watched as Y/B/N walked to the couch they were just on, the girl sitting in the middle of the guys.
“Welcome back! We’re here with Y/B/N for their first interview! Please state your name and what you do in the band.” The dude interviewing was looking at the girl the whole time so she spoke first.
“My name is Y/N and I play guitar.” Andy only heard her because after she spoke his ears blocked out the sounds of everyone.
“Y/N…” He though to himself.
A/N: kinda lame I know but I wanted to at least write SOMETHING xx
IMAGINE: When you’re talking to Andy, he can’t help zoning out a little and thinking about how gorgeous you look… he’s still listening to what you say, he just focuses a lot more on the way your mouth moves when you talk. You laugh when you catch him staring.
Can you do one where andy and y/n are both in bands and
they’re in an interview togother, so they’re getting asked a lot about their
relationship and it’s really cute and fluffy with playful banter and pda?
(Y/N) opened the trailer door, peaking around the corner.
Andy sat on the couch while a crew set
up a camera and an editor from AP organized her questions.
“Am I late?” She mouthed.
Andy shook his head, smiling when she entered. He patted his
lap, motioning her over which she gratefully did, taking the weight of her
tired feet. She had already preformed twice today, and it was blazing hot.
“Alright Andy, and (Y/N). Are you guys ready?” The warm faced
interviewer asked. Andy nodded, while (Y/N) gave a thumbs up. The woman circled
her finger behind her back and the camera started rolling.
“Alright guys, so it’s a well known fact you guys have been
dating. And can I just say its adorable. Anyway, the reason I mention it is
because of my following question. There is a lot of controversy on how you
initially met. Some say warped 13 others say at a bar in vegas. Can you guys
enlighten us on the truth?” She asked.
“We met in Nj on tour.” They said at the same time, causing
them to break into laughter.
“Alright, how about your first kiss?” She asked next. Her
name tag said peggy.
“Oh that’s easy, that was
in vegas.” Andy said with a smirk.
“Hey I thought it was ‘What happens in vegas stays in vegas.”
(Y/N) scolded playfuly.
“Alright guys, second to last question.” She said, smirking
like she knew something. (Y/N) shrugged it off. “Are you planning on
colaberating your bands in the future?”
“Oh most definitely.” (Y/N) said with a grin as she put her
hands around andys shoulders and squeezed gently.
“Yeah, it would be amazing to have them with us. Maybe tour
together more often.” Andy agreed, rubbing her shoulder. He released, standing
up and walking to the kitchen and giving the one minute sign with his finger.
“Alright, last question but I believe its andys turn to ask.”
Peggy said with a cute little grin.
“What?” (Y/N) asked, knitting her eyebrows together. Before
she knew it andy was on one knee.
“(Y/N) you’ve made me so happy in the last 3 years, Happier
then I ever thought I could be. Will you…marry me?” Andy asked with a glimmer
of hope in his eye.
“Of course I will!” (Y/N) screaming, pulling his up and
climbing onto him so her legs were wrapped around his waist. “I love you so
much.” She whispered in his ear. She didn’t notice the interviewer and camera
guy leave but she didn’t care. She only had eyes for her andy right now.
Hey :) Could you do another Andy Highschool Imagine please? Have a nicht day :)
A/N: Guess who’s not dead?
She was new here. No one really knew anything about her except for her name.
That was the name Andy has grown so accustomed to, as she’s in almost all of his classes. When asked to introduce herself, she always says the same thing. He watched her curiously throughout the day. It sounds stalkerish, but he was just trying to figure her out.
Weeks went by and he noticed himself wanting to know more about the girl. He wanted to know more about the girl who never payed attention in class, but got the highest marks. Who drew all over in her notebooks instead of taking notes. Who stayed late after school just to get lost in the books the library had offered.
That was one of his favorite things to watch her do. She read books as one would breath air. To fill up and live. He always watched from behind the bookshelf, to shy to go up to her, as she smiled through her tears, laughing at something one of the characters said. She never brought the books home with her though. She simply put them away before picking them up again the next.
One day Andy left her a little note in the book she was reading.
‘You look beautiful when you read. My personal favorite is To Kill a Mockingbird’
And the cycle continues. For weeks they would leave each other little notes in the school library. Exchanging different theories and ideas on the current book at hand. Though she never found out who was leaving the notes. Until one day…
Andy was writing his next note down after she had left, not realizing that she had forgotten her phone in one of the bean bag chairs. You can imagine him, startled as she says, “hello,” in a quiet voice. He dropped his note, and fumbled with the book before managing to catch it in his hands.
He looks up at her in all her beauty, turning red in the face before mumbling, “hello,” back.
Nothing else really needed to be said, fore they both knew. They got lost in each other from then on, and it’s the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.
Skyping with Andy and him explaining how much he misses you considering you two have a long distance relationship. Only for him to ask you to move to California with him, giving you a puppy dog face to convince you to come.
Runner: Request: Andy Biersack Imagine PART 2: Final
“I…” Your mouth hung open and Andy was breathing hard indicating he had ran after you. You still didn’t want to explain because you didn’t know how. You shook your head and pushed passed him and out the double doors. You were beginning to walk off until a familiar arm grabbed you. “Seriously stop and fucking explain!” Andy’s voice was raising and you took a step back. It wasn’t out of fear, more of a shock because Andy never raised his voice at you. “Andy, why’d you leave?”
Your eyes turned to a figure behind Andy and you recognized it as Juliet. “Perfect.” You whispered to yourself. “I had to run after her.” He explained.
“Why? Just let her leave.” You didn’t want to hear Andy’s response because what if he agreed with Juliet? What if he just left? You couldn’t face him again. “Just have a good show Andy. I’ll be okay.” You pushed pass Andy once again and by Juliet. This might be the end to the friendship you’ve had for years upon years. It sucked on how it would end, but it was for the best. Or so you thought.
“No, Y/N.” Why would I just let you leave? You’re important to me. What’s wrong?” He asked taking a step closer and his voice softer than before.
“Andy, just let her go. She’s not me. You can have me all you want and forget about her.” Juliet had stepped in front of Andy now and wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him with big eyes. He looked down at her and back at you. You gave him a small smile and a shrug and turned to leave.
Juliet arms were wrapped around me as I stared at the girl I loved. Telling her would ruin everything we had as friends. Everyone kept pushing me to like Juliet, to be with Juliet, all for publicity and the attention but the attention I was giving her was hurting me inside. It hurt to know that it wasn’t Y/N. I always imagined Y/N instead of Juliet and it would work.
I would see Y/N’s beautiful face, smile, eyes and hear her beautiful laugh. The thought of her made my heart fly through my chest and that’s how I felt every day. “No.”I blankly said. “What?” Juliet’s face grew in confusion and her grip loosened and she just stared at me.
I took no more time in waiting and stepped around Juliet in front of Y/N and looked down at her. “I want her.” My hands lightly gripped the sides of Y/N’s face and leaned down to press my lips to hers. I stayed there until I felt her kiss me back. “What the fuck!” I heard Juliet yell. My arms wrapped around Y/N and I lifted her up so I wouldn’t have to bend down to kiss the beautiful girl.
Fireworks. As cheesy as it sounds that what you felt. The moment his lips touched yours, your stomach flipped and your heart burst. You were know lifted in the arms of the man you’ve been in love with for years. He finally let you down and you stared up at him as he pulled back from the kiss slowly. “Explain now?” He asked. “I… I couldn’t handle the way you were looking and acting with Juliet… I love you, Andy.” You admitted. You nearly shat yourself right then and there. A kiss could me he liked you, but the word love is a gigantic step. Friends to love? That’s not it works.
You looked down at your feet, a habit you had. Andy hooked his finger under your chin and made you look eye to eye with him, “And I love you.” Your small frown turned into a smile as Andy still looked into your eyes. Here’s the thing, you never believed in the words “I love you too.” The “too” made it seem that the person was obligated to say it back and Andy knew that. You and Andy agreed before that you were able to say “too” because you were friends. The fact that he didn’t say it meant more than anyone could comprehend. “I have, for the longest time, and I plan to love you until I die.”