You are a disgusting human bean like leave your room or at least put deodorant on like please and you don't eat healthy - don't eat more cereal you will get fat even if you have an unnatural metabolism - and all you do is write gay fanfiction and go on Tumblr and watch TV shows and that Legion of the Black movie and that Harry Potter series and compare it to the books and listen to the same fucking bands on repeat like do some fucking exercise just fucking move like what the fuck is wrong with you
That's my daily motivation done, now where are the Doritos...
Prompt: Imagine working as a P.A. for Black Veil Brides on the set of Legion of the Black and having to take care of Andy when he passes out from heat stroke.
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“Cut!” Patrick shouted, and the music stopped. The director
sighed and made inaudible gestures to the various crew surrounding him. I just
shook my head, pushed the hair from my eyes, and pulled open the cheap cooler
by my feet.
Ashley smiled, whooping in glee as he rest the neck of his
guitar on the stage, running over to me. Everyone else soon followed suit.
“I honestly have no idea how you guys do this all day,” I
said, astonished, as I handed a refreshing bottle of water to Jake and CC, “I
mean, I checked on my phone, it’s a hundred and ten degrees.”
“Hah!” C.C. jabbed an accusing finger at Andy, “I called it!
Over a hundred, pay up, Biersack!”
The singer rolled his eyes, “Yeah, fine, you win, I’ll give
you the money later.”
Soon I had given all the band members a bottle, and an extra
one for Jinxx. I was the official P.A. of the illustrious Black Veil Brides.
When I got into the job I only did it because it sounded better than working at
Wendy’s or some shit just to pay off student loans. I did not, however, think
that it would involve going to the middle of the goddamn Sahara to film. I
thought I would just have to run and get smoothies for arrogant douchebags.
Instead I’m trapped in the southern part of hell, hoping I don’t burst into
“Uuugh… Andy, you dick, why’d you say desert?” Ashley
grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair, “we could be filming anywhere
else and you chose the desert?”
“Shut up, it’ll look amazing,” Andy muttered a quick thanks
to me before taking the bottle from my hand, his fingertips brushing against
the side of my hand, “anyway, at least you’re not Alicia. You know how many
scenes she’s gotta do tomorrow?”
Jinxx pitched in, “But Alicia’s makeup is just a bunch of
smeared oil. I saw her pour some water on her hair earlier and wanted to punch
something I was so jealous,” he added, “We get any water on our stuff and we’re
I chuckled, nudging Jinxx’s side, “Why don’t you just
boycott the makeup forever?”
“I’ll toast to that,” C.C. raised his almost empty water
bottle like a champagne glass, “to never wearing makeup again!”
Eventually everyone was clinking their plastic bottles to a
makeup-less future. Andy grinned, “At least we only have an hour left.”
Ashley choked on his water, his eyes wide with surprise, “At
least an hour! At least!”
I rolled my eyes at Ashley’s shock, “Hey, keep in mind that
the crew has to be out here till nightfall so you can both your mouths.” I said
jokingly. Andy laughed, taking another sip of his drink. Although, it wasn’t as
clear cut as I put it. Hence the title of the movie, ‘Legion of the Black’, the
boys were clad in nothing but shiny black leather and cloth. I would take the
white shorts and short sleeved t-shirt I had on over that any day. Overall,
Andy probably had it the worst. He was up an extra hour before everyone else to
do his scenes with Alicia, where they finished up Resurrect The Sun.
“All right everyone, we shoot in five!” Patrick called, and
the boys groaned, throwing away their bottles into the spare bin near the tent.
Andy waved to me before running up to his stand and I
flashed him a quick smile in return. I’ll admit, one of the best parts about
this job was the boys. I’ve been working as a P.A. for about three years now
and when I got drafted to work for an obscure, punk rock, heavy metal band
called Black Veil Brides It almost made all the other countless jobs for
assholes like Gene Hackman and Taylor Swift worth it. They didn’t treat me like
trash, they smiled and talked to me before doing takes, and, when my boyfriend
of three years dumped me, they comforted me, told me that he didn’t deserve me
and overall made the whole experience hurt a lot less. I had no idea why, after
a year of working with them on tour and during video shoots I still had no idea
why I hadn’t been relocated to another movie shoot but Jesus, I’m thankful to
work with people like them.
Just then I felt a buzz in my back pocket. I took out my
phone and saw that it was Lisa. Usually I would stay and watch the boys preform
but… Lisa hadn’t been able to call for a while and I did need to check up on
her. The song they were shooting for, Abeyance, came on over the old boom box
and they started to preform, so while I brought the phone to my ear, I walked
away from the set and behind a tent.
“Hey, Y/N! Sorry I
haven’t been able to call for a while. My asshat of a boss made me do overtime
yesterday and I forgot to ring you up,” Lisa, my roommate back in Chicago,
I snickered, “Forget it, it’s okay. Hopefully you’ll get the
promotion soon and then you can make his life hell.”
“Ah, yes. Vengeance
and spite. The two motivations that get me up in the morning,” I laughed,
and began not paying attention to the music playing from the set.
“So how’s the desert
been?” I gave her an exasperated groan. “…That
“Lisa, it feels like I am in Satan’s anus it’s so hot, I
feel like I’m going to combust into flames.” I heard her lowly whistle over the
“Well, if it makes you
feel any better, that bitch Lindsey Lohan you filmed with a year ago just got
arrested,” I gasped. Lindsey Lohan. Two years ago I was filming something
with her and on the second day of the shoot she hadn’t turned up on set. The
director, a nice girl if I remember right, asked Y/N, the brand new P.A., to go
to Lindsey’s trailer and wake her up. When I knocked on the door she shouted at
whoever was there to get out. I insisted that she was missing from the set and
the director asked me to come get her. In response, she threw open the door of
the trailer, poured half a bottle of scotch on my head, spit at me, and told me
to fuck off. Needless to say, that was one of, if not the worst day of my life.
So by now I was too deep in the conversation to notice that the music had
stopped. “Yeah. Cops down in San
Francisco had a hunch, you know? They thoughts they’d find some weed or
something in her flat. Guess what they found?”
“What?” Distantly, I could hear something off in the
direction of the set.
I could practically hear the malicious grin in her voice. “You name it. PCP, crack, LSD, everything
under the sun.” I was bending over laughing I was so happy, and only
stopped when I heard distressed shouting from the set.
“I know, right? She’ll
be away for a long ti-“
The jokes forgotten, I was starting to feel panicked,
“Listen, Lisa, something’s gone wrong on set. I’ll call you back,” and I
promptly disconnected the call, stuffed my phone in my pocket and sprinted over
to the set.
When the set came into view, a small crowd had gathered
around the center of it. Brief panic turned to fear as I tried to push through
the sea of people.
“Hey! What happened?” I asked one person, and I
distinctively heard someone shout my name.
“There she is- Y/N! It’s Andy he… shit, he just…” I heard
Ashley say and my worry spiked. Once I pushed through the crowd my eyes landed
on the dusty desert ground and I felt my stomach drop. Andy had collapsed on
the ground, face down on the sandy terra.
My breathing escalated and I crouched down beside Andy, my
hand reaching to search for his pulse and inevitably located the steady beat of
his heart somewhere down his neck. I looked up at Ashley questioningly, “What
the hell happened?”
“I don’t know! Everything was normal and suddenly Andy just
dropped.” I was about to try and wake him up when I heard Patrick’s angry
shouts from across the scattered crowd.
“Heat stroke! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Biersack.
Of all the days to beauty sleep you chose today
of all days!” He ranted and I felt my blood boil.
“Sir,” I growled
with an edge of bitterness, “Andy has just passed
out. And it’s not unbelievable with this sun. Therefore, I will be taking
him to his trailer to be sure that he is alright. And if you have any
complaints you can take it up with the medic you surely hired just in case
something like this would happen.” The director’s face paled. He knew just what
I was implying. I had strongly urged as an experienced P.A, that going to film
in the desert and not hire a medic because of funds was incredibly risky and
incredibly illegal, which worked well in my favor.
Jinxx snickered at Patrick’s face and C.C. had to suppress
laughter. I slipped an arm around Andy’s shoulder and tried to lift him. Ashley
noticed and helped me get him upright. Despite his slim frame, he was
“Hey, Y/N?” Ashley asked as I pulled open the door to the
band’s trailer. I hummed in response, the majority of my attention devoted to
helping Andy and making sure he was okay. “Thanks for sticking up for Andy back
there. Patrick is seriously a huge hard-ass and needs to let up on him.”
I shook my head, “You better be fucking grateful, I probably
just lost my job over you jerks,”
Ashley beamed, “Come on, you know you can always find a job
with us. Personal butler sounds quite fitting.” Resisting the urge to shove the
guitarist was almost too great.
“Oh shut up and help me get this
idiot into bed.”
Ashley went back to the set to smooth things over with
Patrick, leaving me alone with the barely conscious Andy. He hadn’t exactly
awoken but had taken to mumbling, his eyelids shut tightly. His skin was
suspiciously dry but flushed red and burning. Jinxx called me earlier and said
that Patrick, being the cheap prick he is, wouldn’t waste hundreds of dollars
for a doctor to inspect what he called ‘a fever’ and said that I had to get
Andy back on his feet by tomorrow. That bastard… I’m working off of symptoms
that I googled on fucking WebMD, how am I supposed to deal with this?
“Mmm… M’it hurts…” Andy mumbled.
I hummed, “I know, just hold on…” Finally, I found what I was looking
for on the shitty website.
Heatstroke treatment centers on
cooling your body to a normal temperature to prevent or reduce damage to your
brain and vital organs. To do this, your doctor may take these steps: Immerse
you in cold water. A
bath of cold or ice
water can quickly lower your temperature.
gotta be kidding me.” There weren’t any baths in the trailer, or showers for
that matter. It wasn’t an RV, just a rental trailer.
idea popped into my head. Maybe not as effective as a bath but it might do the
trick. I grabbed a spare rag from the drawer, dipped it in water and ringed it out
until it was cool and damp.
this might sting,” I mumbled to myself, seeing as how Andy probably couldn’t
even hear me. I gently pressed the towel to Andy’s forehead and he instantly
recoiled with a wince.
I get it hurts but please just stay
still.” He twitched here and there but after a while he kept still and let me
work. Everything was going perfectly well until his mumbling got more
prominent. Originally, it was just funny, as he started talking about cats and
batman, some strange dream he must’ve been having, but then everything went
downhill when I started hearing my name
fall from his lips.
He muttered, and I spun around from my spot in the kitchen. I shook my head,
thinking I must’ve just misheard him or something. But it happened again, this
time sounding more like plea.
I walked over to him, setting the thermostat on the end table beside the couch.
“Andy, you awake?” But he gave no response. He just repeated my name again. By
now I had begun to notice a small bead of sweat forming on his temple, despite
the fact that I had managed to get his temperature to a normal balance half an
no…” He started turning from side to side, his hands twitching and clenching in
the hell? “Andy, it’s okay, I’m right here,” I said softly, trying to wrestle
his hands to be still. He didn’t slow, only becoming more and more anxious.
hurt her,” and now even his shoulders were spazzing out, “get… out…”
as it was probably easy to guess, trying to hold down a convulsing, 6’4 heat
stoke patient who was at least a foot taller than you is pretty difficult and I
ended up with my legs trying to pin down his torso and my hands holding down his
please calm down!” I shouted, trying to wake up the singer.
heart skipped a beat when his words reached my ears. Realization hit me, a
baseball bat swung to my chest and Jesus, it hit a home run. Andy, my best
friend for over a year, was having a nightmare about me.
come on, it’s just a dream, wake up!” His words were rattling in my head. In
his tired voice was genuine concern. And there were those few syllables that I
couldn’t ignore. Just two, though. ‘Love her’
did that mean? He surely didn’t mean any more than a friend, right?
didn’t wake up at all. His twitching only increased to painful thrashing. I
couldn’t hold his legs down anymore and I could only barely hold his arms down
to the couch. It felt like I was riding a bull it was so difficult. If I let
him go he would surely have a stroke.
please stop it!” I shouted, and still nothing. So I did all I could do. Without
actually thinking things through, I leaned my head down and quickly pressed my
lips to his, praying that it might calm him down.
limbs stilled, the only tremor remaining was a small twinge in his fingertips. Kissing
him felt… nice. His lips were surprisingly smooth, and I forgot to pull away.
Then, after a few more extended seconds of chaste kisses, I felt a small pressure
on the back of my neck, creeping up and tangling itself in my hair. My eyes
went wide and I pulled away to see Andy’s bright blue eyes staring back at me,
a victorious sparkle within the hue. He was smiling widely, and I grasped the
compromising position the two of us were in.
isn’t what it looks like!” I shouted as I sprung off of him like a startled
cat, scrambling back to the kitchen, blushing furiously.
laughed, “How else is it supposed to look? Y/N, I knew you liked me but in my
sleep, I never would’ve guessed!”
ran through my head madly and I had no idea what to do. I mean, how the hell do
you even respond to that? “Andy, please-“
singer stood up, still chuckling mildly, “Last thing I remembered was passing
out on set and then someone kissing me? I half expected it to be C.C. giving me
mouth to mouth or some shit, so you can see how I was pleasantly surprised.” He
droned on, walking over to me as I grew more and more embarrassed. I just kiss
my boss when he was sleeping. That was
a fucking line I really shouldn’t have crossed.
sorry, please just let me explain-“ My hands gipped at the edges of the kitchen
sink as he approached me.
mean, Jake and Ashley said that there’s no way she would make the first move,
C.C. said that you did. Guess I owe him ten bucks, huh?” My head was lowered as
I came to terms with what was about to happen.
get my shit in the after the shoot,” I forced the words out of my clogged
throat, my hands shaking.
raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”
turned around to look at him slowly, “I’m fired, right? I just fucking kissed
my boss while he was sleeping…”
shook his head, “Y/N-“
though I only did it because you got heat stroke and were having a nightmare
and some kind of seizure and you were just spazzing on the couch and there
really wasn’t anything I could do because Patrick was too cheap to hire a
goddamn medic and I-“
I did all that I could do but I’m just a P.A. and it was stupid of me to think
we were friends and even when I may have thought it was more I just tried to
help you so I got on top of you because your legs were shaking and I-“ That was
when he grabbed my arm and leaned down in front of me.
“Please, just calm down. I’m not going to fire you, that’s stupid.” He spoke
slowly, like he understood the boiling point I was falling over.
stood, bewildered and backed up against the kitchen sink, registering the
space, or lack thereof, between us. “Y/N, what I wanted to say is that I really
enjoyed that, okay?”
are you saying…” The very concept of someone else ever enjoying kissing with me
was so foreign I couldn’t even fathom it.
you’re dense,” Andy whispered, before pressing his lips against mine. Even
though I had done the exact same thing moments before, I still felt utterly
taken aback when he initiated it, though. The fireworks were more prominent,
they were brighter than before. Electricity sparked though my skin as his hands
slipped down to my side to rest on my hips. The taste of the hot sun of his still-warm
lips was addictive and I couldn’t get enough of it. The only thing that made me
pull away was the burning need for oxygen in my lungs.
I gasped out, taking deep breaths of air.
grinned, “Yeah… wow.”
a moment of awkward silence, he said, “So, maybe after we get out of the
goddamn Sahara desert, think maybe we could get a coffee or something?”
I fucking loved/hated writing this. I mean, I was considering turning this into smut but I honestly have no idea how to actually write smut. I mean I read it plenty, who doesn’t, but really I have no blues clues how to do this shit.
IMAGINE BEING AN EX-FOLLOWER OF FEAR. YOU’RE LEFT STRANDED IN THE DESERT FOR BETRAYING THEM AND THE WILD ONES FIND YOU. ASHLEY DOESN’T TRUST YOU, BUT YOU EVENTUALLY BECOME HIS MOST DEDICATED FOLLOWER AND LOVER