andy six imagine

So I’m a little obsessed with the “You have your soul mates name on your wrist tattooed” imagines and I was wondering if you could do one with Andy? If you need a plot I could tell you one but since you’re such an awesome and amazing writer I thought you could ^-^ Hi! I’m the anon who requested the soulmate tattoos imagine. Basically it’s a AU where everyone is born with their soulmates name on their wrist. Could you do one where Y/N and Andy are each other’s soulmates but they each keep it hidden from each other because they don’t want to ruin their friendship with each other until Andy one day can’t take it and grabs Y/Ns wrist (they maybe fight a little) and sees his name and is happy and nervous at the same time? I’m so sorry about that btw!

A/N; I really like this one! I want to give a little credit to the previous co-writer Nimmy, she wrote the beginning (I changed a few details.) but I finished it.

Scene; At school.

[Y/N = Your Name]

[Y/L/N = Your Last Name]


Everyone always keeps their wrists covered, including me. We all have different names on all our wrists, those names are of our soul mates. I got a long name on mine, “Andrew Dennis Biersack” and whoever this Andrew guy is, he has my name on his wrists.

We are meant to be and that’s why everyone’s gotta keep their wrists covered, you gotta wait until you find your soulmate. Then you show them your wrist, they show you theirs and then you’re happy because you’ve found the person you’ve been looking for all your life.

But I have always been at least a little skeptical about this, what if you don’t like each other when you meet? Does it just always work out? This gave me anxiety even thinking about it.

“Y/N, what’s the answer to question #4?” my teacher said. He knew I wasn’t paying attention, so he called on me. Don’t you just love when teachers do that? I couldn’t help it, I was off dreaming about my future soulmate. Was he cute? Will I get along with him? I had so many questions.

“I wasn’t listening,” I said, being completely honest. “and even if I was listening, I wouldn’t know the answer to it. You gave me my grade therefore you know I have a F in this class.” I said and the class giggled.

My teacher sighed, “Y/N, just pay attention and maybe you’ll get a better grade.”

“Maybe just stop being so boring and I would pay attention.” I said, the class giggled again. Did I mention I am not afraid to speak my mind? I wonder if my soulmate will like that? Most people didn’t.

“Just hush.” my teacher said then sighed. Then he turned around and started writing on the board again.

I smirked at the boy who sat beside me, who is only ever shy around me. I barely know anything about him ‘cause he’s always so quiet. I didn’t even know his name. He smiled nervously back at me.

Soon enough the bell rang and everyone scurried out of the classroom. I gathered my things, “Great one more class and then I can go home.” I mumbled to myself.

“What?” the boy I smiled at earlier asked.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you. Embarrassingly enough I was talking to myself.” I said awkwardly.

“Oh.” the boy said and then he giggled.

“Yeah,” I said then giggled nervously, “I have to go to Mrs. Owens class which is downstairs so I really have to go before I’m late.”

“I’m actually going to Mrs. Owens class as well, so I’ll walk with you.” he said.

“Oh right, you are. Okay, let’s go.” I said back to him.

“I’m Andy by the way.” he said.

“Oh, I’m Y/N” I said.

We walked to Mrs. Owens class quickly and right as we walked in her class the bell rang. “Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Biersack, you’re lucky you made it on time.” Mrs. Owens said.

“Yeah, sorry.” Andy responded.

But wait. Did she said Mr. Biersack?

“Sit down, you two.” Mrs. Owens said.

Right as I sat down I put my arm under my desk and pulled my sleeve up to look at my wrist. It read “Andrew Dennis Biersack”. I just had to make sure. I mean Andy could be a shortened version of Andrew and Biersack is definitely not a common last name. At least I had never heard it before. I looked over at Andy and he was checking his wrist too, mumbling to himself.

I looked away and pretended like I didn’t see him. I took my notebook out and started on the assignment Mrs. Owens had given us. I took out a piece of paper and wrote, “Hey do you want to come to my house after school today?” I mean it was worth a shot. If he was my soulmate and I was just jumping to conclusions then I needed to get to know him. Right?

I folded the piece of paper and looked up at Mrs. Owens. She was grading papers at her desk, so she wouldn’t notice. I slid the note onto Andy’s desk and he looked up from writing, took the note, and read it. He picked up his pencil again and wrote something on the note he folded it back up and slid it back to me. “Sure, that sounds fun.” it said.

-After School-

We walked in the door and sat our backpacks down on the couch, “Do you want anything to drink?” I said to him as I walked to the kitchen.

“Sure what do you have?” he asked, following me.

“Um, let’s see, we have water, soda, and tea.” I said, looking in the fridge.

“I’ll have water.” he said.

“Okay.” I said as I grabbed a water bottle for him and a can of soda for myself.

We sat at the kitchen counter and talked about everything and got to know each other and became instant best friends. From that moment on we talked everyday and hung out after school every Friday. We slept over at each others’ houses almost every weekend, I honestly felt like I saw his family more than my own.

One night he was spending the night at my house, we were laying on my bed together and then Andy said, “You know, there is always been one thing that I’ve wanted to know about you.”

“What? You know everything about me already.” I said slightly confused as to what he was talking about.

“Y/N, what’s my full name?” he said.

“Um, Andrew Dennis Biersack, duh. What the fuck are you talking about?” I said, I was even more confused then before. Then Andy grabbed my arm and went to pull down my sleeve.

“No, Andy.” I said then pushed his hand away.

He sat up and said, “I don’t give a fuck what you say.” He grabbed my arm again and quickly pulled down my sleeve, he looked at my wrist which obviously read “Andrew Dennis Biersack”.

“Andy, I told you not to do that.” I whined as I sat up on the bed.

He pulled up his sleeve and there was my name. “Just accept it, you know we’re soulmates.”

I looked at him and I did what any sensible person would do and I kissed him straight on the lips. He grabbed my waist as soon as he felt my lips on his. I pulled away, “But what if our friendship is ruined by this.”

“It won’t be, I promise.” he said and then pulled me in for another kiss.

itstaybug26bvb said: can you do a imagine of andy when y/n and andy go on there first date and andy walks her home and gives her a goodnight kiss please.

Finally it was friday and the school week was over. I was standing at my locker looking at all the books and journals I had and trying to decide which ones I wanted to take home. I was still new to this school and there were a few people who seemed note worthy but nothing to bad so far. I was impressed compared to my last school where I was most people’s target.
I finally made up my mind as to what to bring home and threw a couple books in my bag and put in my head phones. I turned around hastly excited to go home and get settled in when I smack hard into somebody. I fell down on my butt and had do blink a few times to get my head from spinning. “Jesus Andy! Don’t kill her!” I heard someone laugh. I looked up to see a very attractive boy with a red stripped hoodie on and a cute blonde haired boy in a green jacket. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry!” The red hooded boy said in a deep attractive voice. I got lost in it for a moment but shook my head and moved to pick up my books. “Oh no, you’re fine. I was just in my own little world.” I nerviously laughed. He bent down to help me pick up my books . “You’re the new girl (y/n), right?” He asked. I nodded yes and mlaughed nerviously again. “Well, I’m Andy and this is Chance.” He spoke as we both stood up at the same time. “Hi.” I said a gave a little wave. “Are you going to be in town this week end?” Chance asked nudging Andy a little bit. “ Hey yeah, Were having River Fest this week end you should come one over (y/n).” Andy said looking at me excitedly. I thought about it for a moment a little hesitant but what the hell. “Umm, yeah sure. I’ll go.” I spoke. Andy’s face broke out into a huge smile. “Sweet, well see you there then.” I nodded and they started to walk down the hall. “Wait!” I heard Andy yell as I started to walk to my bus. “Let me put my number in your phone and text me when you get there.” I handed over my phone and he put his number in it and then gave it back. “Thanks.” I laughed again. “Andy! The bus is here!” I heard chance yell. “I’ll see you there.” Andy said and turned to run after chance. I looked on as they got on the bus. Chance and Andy looked to be excitedly talking about something as they drove away.
I bounced home after that. Excited for what this week end might bring. Andy was cute and he seemed nice enough. “Mom!” I shouted as I walked into the house. My mom is my best friend and I was so happy to tell her the news. “In the kitchen (y/n)!” Mom yelled back. I walked in to she here making dinner. She cracked me up trying to rock the same style that us young kids were. She had on some sparkling Ed Hardy shirt and some skin tight mom jeans.
“Guess what!?” I nearly yelled at her sitting at the breakfast bar and grabbing an apple. She peeked her head at me which was her signal that she was listening and concentrating really hard on the burgars in the skillet. “I’ve met a MAN!!!.” I yelled throwing my hands in the air. She took the skillet off of the stover quickly and turned around so she could jump up and down with excitement. “Oh goodness! What’s his name what does he look like?” She pressed me with questions. At that moment my answer was droned out by a lawn mower. Mom moved to the window looking out at who it might be. She was on the hunt for a man to. I went over to the window and looked out in horror. A shirtless Andy was starring in at me and mom. I quickly ran from the window to the other side of the kitchen as Andy began to wave at now my mom. She waved back as I yelled for her to come back away from the window. “Mom, that’s him! Holy god he lives next door!” I yelled at her embarrased. “And he is shirtless with a nice smile. Oh look he’s laughing his butt off.” Mom said laughing as she went back to the stove. “I can’t go tomorrow. He’s gonna think that I am a stalker.” Mom swung around quickly. “Do you have a date before moe?” She said looking sad. I heard the lawn mower start up again and looked over to the window. “Well, I had a date.”
I sleeply walked outside the next morning and went to the mail box out by the street. I had a messy bun on top of my head. My tooth brush in my mouth and my pj’s including gaint hello kitty slippers. i flipped through the bills and saw that there was nothing really important. Mostly ad filler. “Sexy!” I heard someone yell. I looked over to see Chance and Andy sitting on the front porch next door. chance had a camera in his hands and Andy had some old ratty looking wig. God damn it! why did he have to live next door. I quickly realized what I was wearing and as I realized my outfit ran inside. “Wait!” I heard Andy yell as I was half way in the door. “Yeah?” I asked weirly turning around to face him. “Are we still on for later?” Andy asked. Really? “You really wanna go out with me?” I asked looking down at me slippers. He laughed. “ Yes! You should were that down there by the way it looks awesome.” he said laughing. I had to smile at that. “Yeah sure. I’ll get dressed.” I said walking back inside not letting him get a chance to talk.
I texted him that I was ready as I went down the stairs and told mom I was leaving. She excitedly watched me get into Andy’s old black car. We drove to the edge of town where the river was and parked in the old shopping center across the street. He walked to the other side of the car so he could open the door for me. I couldn’t get over it. He wore a little bit of guy liner with a black hat and tight black clothes. He looked amazing! He took my hand and we walked over to the fair. The music was blaring and the smell of kettle corn and BBQ was filling the air. Time was flying by. We played little carnival cames of which andy got mad at. “Calm it down!” I laughed as he threw the over sized base balls at the tower of bottles. “I’m winning the gaint hello kitty for you!” He said and threw his last ball as hard as he could….
Once we were home I went to the trunk of his car and pulled out the hello kitty plushy. He walked me to the front door and leaned on one of the posts. “Today was awesome!” I said excitedly. He smiled hugely and laughed at me. He grabbed my hand and looked down towards the ground biting his lip. “I wanted to ask you, umm, would you be my girlfriend?” He asked and looked up at me nerviously. His big blue eyes looking at me scared to death. “ As if I would say no.” I laughed and threw my arms around him. He laughed and picked me up and spun me around. He sat me back down on my feet and leaned into me. His lips met mine and I kissed back. He pulled away and smiled at me hugely.
I dragged my hello kitty down the hall way knocking over a picture frame as I made my way to the living room. “Jesus Christ!!!” My mom said as she took in the plush. “Start planning the wedding mom!” I said pulling it into the living room corner and setting it up nice and straight.

Not my pic but I adore it

Beauty or Beast?

Hey seeing as requests are open can you do one where y/n goes to meet Andy’s parents w/ fluff or smut (if you do write smut) thank you


“Andy…. Andy… Andy… Andy…”

“Y/N…. Y/N…. Y/N…”

I glare over at him while he just grins, making a turn to another street.

“I’m being serious, Andy. I’m nervous.” I wring my hands together in my lap, looking out the window.

“What for? Listen, my parents will absolutely love you, I’m sure of it.” Andy says, reaching over and taking one of my hands in his.

I smile a bit, his words relaxing me a lot more than before. He looks over at me with another grin, pulling into a driveway.

“You ready?” He questions, turning off the engine and pocketing the keys.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I mumble, wringing my hands again.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” He says, leaning over the counsel and pressing his lips to mine in a reassuring kiss.

We climb out of the car and walk up to the front door. Andy wraps an arm around my waist, and it honestly makes me feel a lot calmer as cliche as that sounds.

Throughout the entire night, Andy always kept either his arm around me or during dinner he kept his hand on my knee or holding my hand.

His parents were really caring and accepting as well. His mother and I talked almost all throughout the night, and she even showed me a family album.

I finally got to see Andy actually blush and get all flustered. It was super cute and adorable, but he made me swear to never mention it again.

Little did he know all of Tumblr already knew…

“So how was it, darling?” Andy asks me later as we lay in bed together, an old school horror movie playing on the TV and the sound of rain and thunder outside.

“A lot better than expected.” I admit, looking up and resting my chin on his chest with a smile, “Your parents were really nice.”

Andy smirks a bit, as if he’s getting an idea.

“I told you so, I told you so.” He says childishly, even going as far to stick out his tongue.

“Oh shut up!” I laugh, grabbing a pillow and lightly hitting him in the face with it.

“Help! She’s suffocating me!” He yells out, pretending to flail around.

I roll my eyes, “Yeah right, if you couldn’t breathe you wouldn’t be able to talk.”

I lift the pillow to find he looking at me with a dull look.

“No cuddles for you.” He says simply, rolling over onto his side.

“Aww come one.” I try, putting a hand on his shoulder but he doesn’t budge.

I sit up on my knees, peering over to see that he is pretending to sleep. I giggle a bit, leaning over and pressing my lips to his.

“Wake up Sleeping Beauty.”

He opens his eyes, narrowing them at me, “Sleeping Beauty? Puh-lease, I’m the Beast.”

He rolls us over, hovering over me. I grin again, looking up at him with amusement in my eyes.

“Oh really? Prove it.”

Andy smirks down at me, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

“With pleasure.”

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I’m actually so sick of people hating on bands/artists/actors..ect but not only on them but on their fans! Like actually what is the point I understand not everyone likes the same person and what they do but honestly if it’s kinda pointless to post hate and shit about them like it’s clear if you don’t like them and what they do you don’t have to pay attention to them block them on social media and shit! What’s really set me off is i was talking to someone about band and they said they absolutely loved one direction I mean I’m not a fan but I will admit I was at one time and they are talented people. They then asked me who my favourite band was and I said black veil brides. She made a face so I knew she didn’t like them but I was good with that until she said this “what the fuck their so emo like the lead singer can’t sing like omg a walrus sounds better the. He doesn’t and don’t even get me started on their looks and omg their fans need to die”..and so on this went on for another 15 minutes of her just strewing hate! But that time I was pissed not only because she was hating on the band but the fans! I told her “I was fine when you said you loved one direction and I mean I’m not a fan but I didn’t disrespect them at all why can’t you be a Civil person and do the same no matter how much you dislike them because your not only disrespecting the band but their fans! You may not like them and that’s fine but this band has help many like myself get through some hard times some would even say they saved them, bvb has a song called saviour and to the bvb army they are, our saviours because we turned to them in time of need they helped us realize that we are strong and we are not alone.. She cut me off and said that’s how directioners feel about 1D so I continued to say "if we have the same feeling about different bands what gives you the right to hate on a band because they are different it doesn’t so next time think about who you would feel if someone said that about your saviours before you open your mouth to hate on other peoples inspirations” with that I walked away and her dad stood there the whole time didn’t say a word but did yell at me as I walked away “thank you for not fighting back with nasty words but helpful ones” I’ve never actually been so pissed before and but everyone makes mistakes and I hope she learns from them but this isn’t just about those two bands it’s about anyone who inspires you and stuff because honestly no one has the right to hate on anyone or anything because a lot of the time fandom safe the same but different in the styles! This was my opinion on this if you don’t like it or think it’s pointless I really don’t care so yeah have a nice day :) ~Ashli-Lynne Waringa

Can you imagine when we’re all parents and one day our children are going to be like “wow I really like this band I love their music” we’re just going to be like

it begins…

• Dear Andy, • A/N: All throught imagine, there will be no capitalization to keep the calmness through out the letters.

Warnings: Mention of Suicide, Suicide, and Sexual Refrence

Word Count: Around 1,200 words


dear andy,

all these days i’ve been thinking a lot about you, well things about you. i’m not gonna say how your eyes were like the ocean that i was stranded in that brought us together, because that’s your job, to make cool poetic metaphors and make me feel like i was the only one whom received those cheesy, yet beautiful metaphors. i’m gonna tell you about the first time i saw you. you can’t remember it as clearly as i do, but i haven’t forgotten when you sang to me on stage, how you barely said a ‘hello’ when we met after your show. you only smiled, no handshake or embrace. just some distance between us, but we talked and i can’t help but remember how your breath smelt of mint and stale cigarettes. then whenever your curious blue eyes would look away then gaze back at me, making me forget whatever cheesy compliment about your set that night. dear andy, i remember our first date. we went to starbucks at my request. we sat in the seats closest to the window. we would count the classic red cars and the blues and see what color outnumbered the other. then when i said something real funny and you accidently knocked over my iced coffee spilling it on my lap. you drove me to your place as it was closer. you offered to wash my clothes and i shook my head, but you insisted. you let me borrow one of your batman shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. you watched me undress as i didn’t shoo you away and compliment my pale skin. dear andy, i remember our first kiss. shit, i think of our first kiss when i bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. and sometimes.. your lips are still lingering there. almost like you’ve just pulled away, but you still get the sensation. your hands caressed my face when you first kissed me. your lips and my lips were perfect together. like they were meant to be together and never apart. i also remember laughing because my lipstick left smudges onto your lips and face. dear andy, i remember our first time having sex, i was like a timid kitten. you whispered in my ear not to worry. our bodies fitted together so smoothly. it made me feel like i was 16 again and falling in love all over. your lips were softer than ever. dear andy, i remember laying in the grass, counting the stars. i turned over on my side and the moonlight hit your face just right and you stroked my cheek softly and whispered ‘i love you.’ i then smiled sheepishly and whispered 'i love you too.’ dear andy, our first fight was horrible. you had tears in your eyes as you told me to get out. you knew i hated being yelled at. i whispered softly 'no’. i still left the house sobbing. i ended up in ashley’s house and how he claimed he was to murder you. dear andy, i remember you blew up my phone. you tried to text me fifty something time and at least a hundred missed calls and voicemails, but my phone was off and i was sitting in the bathroom with all my “Best Friends” dear andy, i remember your saddened eyes when i first told you about my “Best Friends” and you just held me as you were terrified how bad things have gotten in my head. dear andy, you never teased me when is stuttered, didn’t get a joke, told a punchline wrong, or how i would forget what i was saying/what i was about to say. dear andy oh andy, remember when you kissed down my stomach and on the inside of my thighs and said i was gold? was i fake gold? or the golf you got from a pawn shop? did i have a low price or no price at all? my andy, remember when we drove around L.A. before you had to leave for tour and you sang softly to comfort me? when we stopped.. at the tree that i loved, you kissed my cheek softly and told me that we were souls in love, and souls in love never left each other. jesus fucking christ, and i believed you! dear my dearest andy, i remember when you killed yourself. i remember. you were fucking me into our mattress and you would mumbled apologies against my skin and into my ear. you would say shit about weddings & love & sorry. i didn’t understand why. maybe if i asked you, you would’ve still been here? you kissed my face and all over my body as i fell asleep. i remember waking up alone, the bed was cold and there wasn’t any noise besides the fan sounding like it would fall of the fucking ceiling. i didn’t see you beside me in the bed. in utter confusion i got up out of bed slowly and groggily mumbled your name. when i saw the bathroom door open i was coming in just to say i love you, but my eyes brimmed with tears as i saw your unusally pale body, the pills, and when i saw the blood i threw up. the water in the tub was red. i let out a sob before throwing up more. my head filled with furry as they laid you to rest in a 6 feet deep hole. you promised we would be together forever. before at the funeral i remember crying my eyes out, even though i promised i wouldn’t. ashley held me. was i not enough? you told me i chased away all the bad things. you left me without saying goodbye. dear andy, that night i laid on your side of the bed. i laid in fetal position crying and pretending that i had saved you in time and gotten you to the hospital and pretending i was enough to have prevented this. dear andy, the depression had taken over me. ash had driven me to a hospital. i was given depression medication. ash is suppose to be over soon to check to see if i have taken any. maybe i should down the whole bottle. i will read you note you left one last time and down all of them tonight. i will do it. dear andy, i just swallowed all the pills, whether you wanted me to or not. i did. it hurt when they went down, but not as much as it hurt when you left me. oh god andy, i can’t feel my arms. is this how you felt? is this normal. shit shit shit shit! andy please help me! i don’t want to die! i just want you back. it hurts to breathe! andy please save me. i’m trying to call 911, but fingers keep slipping, andy please. andy, andy please save me. save me. save me. save me! dear andy, i can’t breathe anymore. please it hurts. dear andy, i have let myself be gone. did i fail you? dear andy, i love


ash finds the note the next morning. he finds your body too. he screams mortified and the neighbors called the police. you were buried next to andy.

dear andy, we are soulmates. sincerely, (Y/n)