Summary: The music industry wasn’t all roses and rainbows. Y/N had learned from the start that if she was going to excel, she had no time for fuckboys and distractions. She was here to make a name for herself and her band… but sometimes, frontmen with bright blue eyes and cocky smirks were a little too hard to resists. When Y/N bumps into Andy backstage, she learns that the hard way.
Warnings: Just your basic smut warning.
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After Y/N left, damn. There’s no words to explain how bad I became without her. The guys couldn’t get me out of bed or out of the house for 7 months. Once it reached a year without her, I barely made it outside once in a while. I moved to Ohio and spent my time doing nothing. I started seeing a therapist, and he recommended using my pain to write. How did I not think of that? I wrote until my hand could fall off. Those songs turned into a record and BVB just went up from there. It’s been six years without her. Of course, I still think of her. She was my first TRUE love so I could never forget her. After that day, she blocked me on every social media platform there was. Everyone she knew blocked me too. She even blocked the guys, but not before messaging them explaining why she was doing what she did. After that, I never saw how she was doing or what she was doing. Until, the night of BVB’s concert.
While performing, I had jumped onto a speaker and was performing fine. That was until I tried jumping down, slipped and hit my head hard enough to pass out. The couldn’t open my eyes or speak. The only thing I could do was hear. I could hear the sirens of the ambulance, I could hear the emt’s discussing, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but what did that matter? I couldn’t move and I passed out after trying to make out what they were saying.
“Andy? Can you hear me?” I heard a female voice say. Who was that? Where was I? Wait, I fell. Hospital. My eyes fluttered opened and met with Y/C/E eyes. I automatically knew those eyes because I always thought about them. “Andy? You can hear me right? Can you speak?” She asked, still looking in my eyes. “I-I…” I said with a dry throat. “Well, this is not how I thought I’d see you again, but it is.” She laughed. God, her laugh. “We called her after you were put in the ambulance. Y/BF/N was at the show and told us Y/N was a nurse and where she worked…” My eyes diverted to Cece who had his head low and arms crossed. He knew how much I missed her. I looked back at her and she was looking at my chart and scribbling things down. She smirked, “I can see you staring at me. Can’t believe your eyes?” She looked back at me with a smile still on her face, “I really can’t. How…How are you?” I asked.
This was so unbelievable. “I’m good. Working. Working, and more working. And you’re doing well. Apart from the accident.” I wanted to ask if she missed me. If she thought of me. If she had someone new. If she didn’t, would she even think about taking me back? It’s been six years, but seeing her now, i’m still in love with her. How can I love her even after this long without seeing her?
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.
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.
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.