black veil brides fanfiction

Heat Stroke

Originally posted by bringmeblacksirens1


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.


“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 flames.

“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 screwed.”

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, apologized profusely.

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 bad, huh?”

“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 tone.

“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 surprisingly heavy.

“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.

“You’ve 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.

An 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.

“Okay, 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.

“Yeah, 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.

“Y/N…” 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.

Cautiously, 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 hour ago.

“Please… no…” He started turning from side to side, his hands twitching and clenching in his hand.

What 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.

“Can’t… hurt her,” and now even his shoulders were spazzing out, “get… out…”

Now, 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 arms.

“Andy, please calm down!” I shouted, trying to wake up the singer.

“Love…her…can’t hurt…her…”

My 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.

“Andy, 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’

What did that mean? He surely didn’t mean any more than a friend, right?

He 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.

“Andy, 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.

His 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.

“This 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.

He laughed, “How else is it supposed to look? Y/N, I knew you liked me but in my sleep, I never would’ve guessed!”

Thoughts 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-“

The 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.

“I’m sorry, please just let me explain-“ My hands gipped at the edges of the kitchen sink as he approached me.

“I 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.

“I’ll get my shit in the after the shoot,” I forced the words out of my clogged throat, my hands shaking.

He raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”

I turned around to look at him slowly, “I’m fired, right? I just fucking kissed my boss while he was sleeping…”

He shook his head, “Y/N-“

“Even 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-“

“Y/N, listen-”

“Well 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.

I 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?”

“What… are you saying…” The very concept of someone else ever enjoying kissing with me was so foreign I couldn’t even fathom it.

“Jesus, 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.

“Wow,” I gasped out, taking deep breaths of air.

He grinned, “Yeah… wow.”

After 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.

Anybody got any tips for me?

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“She’s My Cherry-Pie.”

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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Enlighten Me - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

anonymous asked: “Can you do a rough imagine with Andy, idk like spanking or something, but then fluff at the end? Thank you!!!!!??

Word Count: 1367 | Warnings: Smut (!), offensive language

“Yo, (Y/N)’s in the house!!” my friend and party host Felix chanted as I entered his house, followed by the other party guests who had already arrived.

“Hey Felix,” I gave him a hug before he welcomed me to whatever’s available. It was one heck of a party, I could see, there were lots of people, some just casually chatting, some watching two burly dudes play beer pong, some making out, and some dancing in front of a stereo. I’ve never been to a house party with so much guests before, well probably this is probably the biggest house I’ve been to that’s being used for a house party, so it fits way more people. I then spotted my friend Sarah sitting on the couch with some other friends. She waved at me and I waved back, walking towards her. With her were some of my other gal pals and the guys from Black Veil Brides, although Andy was nowhere in sight. They all greeted me warmly as I joined their little group. I sat right next to Sarah and became engaged in their group conversation directly.

“I’m back, bitches,” Suddenly a familiar voice rung from behind me. I turned around to see Andy with a cup of punch in his hand. “Hey, (Y/N)’s here! How’ve you been?”

“Hey, Andy. I’ve been great, what about you?” I replied necessarily.

“Never better,” he said as he sat next to me. Andy and I have never been the very closest of friends. Sure we hang out a lot but that’s basically because I hang out with Felix a lot and Felix are good friends with the BVB guys. We talk often but that’s it, nothing more. Not long after Felix joined us, holding back laughter.

“You guys remember Sandy Nichols?” he asked us with a huge grin on his face.

“You mean the shy ginger with seven cats?” Ashley asked for verification.

“Yes her, and you probably will never believe this,” Felix gestured the group to come closer as he was about to whisper something. “She likes it rough. Like, tied up to the ceiling sort of rough.” And then he burst into a fit of laughter.

“No fucking way!” my friend Tiffany commented in disbelief, “That sweet little Sandy likes it rough?”

“If you guys don’t believe me, go ahead and ask Byron,” Felix pointed to a guy by the punch bowl, “He witnessed it himself.” And started laughing again. We started laughing along with him, expressing our disbelief and imagining scenarios and shit. As I was about to make a comment, Andy gestured closer to me.

“Bet you can’t take it rough,” he whispered in my ear.

“Are you kidding? Of course I can!” I shot back, whispering almost loud enough for Sarah to hear.

“You’re almost as sweet as Sandy, I bet you like it soft and slow, do you?” I could hear a slightly naughty tone in his voice.

“That’s cute, but you totally have no idea, Mr. Biersack,” I replied, not at all turning to him. Why the hell is he saying stuff like this to me?

“Why don’t you enlighten me?”

I fell silent and turned to look at him. He had a naughty smirk on his face, and his eyes shot a look I’m still trying to decipher.

“W-What?” I stuttered, confused as hell.

“You know what I mean,” he said casually, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I’ll be by the punch bowl if you’re up for it. Or maybe, if you dare.” And he excused himself to the punch bowl.

I just sat there in silence, thinking of what he just said. Did Andy just asked me to… Is he insane?! Well, to be honest I always found Andy extremely attractive, and he’s a great person, and I’ve known him for a while now, so… I guess it’s okay, right…?

I then excused myself from the group to join Andy by the punch table. Andy’s eyes beamed with delight as he saw me walk towards him. “Well, so you do want to enlighten me, do you (Y/N)?” he said teasingly.

“Just shut up and take me somewhere, Andy,” I glared at him. He chuckled and immediately pulled me upstairs to search for a guest room that’s not occupied. When we found one, he immediately locked the door and slammed his mouth onto mine. He pinned me up against the wall and ran a hand on my thigh, gesturing me to jump. I did as he wanted and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me. He went back to kissing me with one hand trailing up my dress, rubbing circles on my folds through my panties.

“Damn babe, you’re already this wet for me?” Andy teased. He then proceeded in taking my dress off, leaving me in my black lingerie. He examined every inch of my body lustfully before attacking my neck and collarbones, leaving purple love bites here and there.

“Andy…” my suppressed moan came out as he went to kissing the valley of my breasts. He slid his hand onto my back to unclasp my bra and threw it to the floor. He then brought my left nipple to his mouth and fondled with my right breast.

“Oh Andy, f-fuck…” I moaned louder.

He then paused to take of his top. “Well we don’t have much but,” he took off his belt, “We’ll just have to make the most of it. Hands up, princess.”

I did as instructed and raised my hands above my head. He then tied my hands together with his belt and commanded, “Keep them there.”

He then kissed me gently but lustfully on the lips and then down to my neck, my breasts, and then down to my stomach right before my panties. I was writhing in pleasure, but in the same time in agony with not being able to touch him. His eyes locked on mine as he skillfully removed my panties with his teeth. He then kissed my inner thigh before proceeding to lick my clit.

“Oh fuck…” I arched my back in absolute enjoyment, struggling my hardest to keep my hands up. “Andy p-please, just f-fuck me already,” I begged weakly.

“What’s that?” Andy asked, “I can’t hear you.”

“P-Please, fuck me Andy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Goddamit just fuck me Andy!” I nearly yelled.

Andy smiled, pleased, “Good girl. Turn around.”

I did as I was told and was on all fours, relying on support from my knees and shoulder. I could hear him undoing his pants and throwing them away and without any warning, he rammed his length into me, making me scream. His thrusts were quick and powerful, driving me crazy.

“Scream my name, baby,” he commanded as he spanked my ass.

“Oh, Andy,” I screamed in between pants.

“Louder!” he spanked me even harder, making me utter a moan.

“Oh Andy! God!” I screamed even louder, dropping my head onto the bed in frustration.

He continued thrusting into me until we both reached our climaxes. Exhausted, he lied on the bed next to me and undid the belt that’s been cuffing my hands together. I then lied down as well, tired. He then pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest as we both steadied our breaths.

“That was not even close to rough,” I commented teasingly, looking up to meet Andy’s face.

“I agree,” Andy replied, “But damn it was good.”

“Yeah it sure was,” I said. There were several seconds of silence before our lips connected again. This time, it was more tender and not so much lustful. His lips felt so soft and warm I could stay like that forever.

“You know (Y/N), I’ve always thought that you’re an amazing girl. I mean, you’re beautiful, friendly and vibrant, and… every time Felix invites me to hang, I’ve always been looking forward to see you,” Andy admitted almost shyly, “I know it probably should be the other way around, but… do you… Want to go out sometimes, (Y/N)?”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently once more, “Yeah, I’d love to, Andy.”

(Whoa that’s long 0_0 Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and pardon my inexperience *cries internally*)

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Andy’s Pov:

I didn’t know what happened. It was all so fast. One moment I’m on the phone with CC entering into my house, the next I’m screaming. She was on the floor, bleeding. There was a lot of blood. I thought she was dead. I dialed 911. The rest was a blur. Now I’m waiting outside for her to be stable enough to speak to me.  Surgery was done within an hour of getting here, quicker than I’d imagine.

One thing I’d never forget is the sight of (Y/n) bleeding on the kitchen counter. The sticky red pool of blood collected around her head. Her hair color was tainted a disgusting shade of red, I wanted to vomit just thinking about it. Who would do this to such a wonderful girl?

“Andy Biersack?” My head snapped up and I rubbed my hands together as I nodded. “(Y/n) (L/n) is stable enough to speak to you. She has some amnesia, she might not remember you. Try to say little things that might spark her memory without stressing her about her memory. Room 80.”

I quickly stood up and speed to room eight. She had some tubes connected to her arm, nothing too bad. Her head had been bandaged but some red coloring seeped through, not to mention how her hair was still unwashed and was matted with blood.

She looked so weak, I wanted to hold her but at the same time murder whoever did this. Only until now I realized how her once joyful eyes held a look of fear and confusion. When she finally spoke her voice was hoarse and she clearly was in a desire need of water.

“W-Who are you?” My heart dropped. She doesn’t remember me. I was a stranger to her.

“I’m Andy. Andy Biersack.” I was tempted to look away from her eyesight, not wanting her to see the tears welled up in my ducts, but I just couldn’t pry them.  

“Do I know you? What am I to you? Are we dating? Is that why you’re holding my hand?” She quickly became stressed, I swallowed a lump in my throat while searching for a response.

“Yeah, We are. We will have been dating for 3 years in December.”

“I don’t remember you. Did I really used to love you?” I nodded handed her a glass of water. I know and hope she didn’t mean her choice of words. I’m unknown to her, I can’t blame her for being skeptical.

“Yeah, We moved in together last year. Now you come on every tour with me and Ashley. And CC. And Jake. And Jinxx.” I listed everyone’s names slowly in case she remembers someone.

“You go on tour?” She tilted her head in question. She always does that, it’s a little habit of hers.

“Yep, I’m a singer in a band called Black Veil Brides,” I stated with a smile, this all reminds me of when we first met.

“That’s so cool! I’ve heard a few songs by them. Rebel Love Song.”

“Wanna listen?” I asked pulling out my phone. She always had a playlist on my phone in case she was using my phone.

I turned on the first song we bonded over, watching her reaction. “Don’t get too excited there, might hurt your head.”

Maybe this wasn’t so bad. I get to fall in love with her all over again, but there is always the possibility of her deciding to love someone else.

Rebel Love Song came to an end and a new song came on. I froze. It was her favorite slow song. On December 28, about two weeks after we started dating, I had just gotten back from a family Christmas trip and we decided to have a date night.

After watching a movie, (Y/n) sat straight up with a look in her eyes. The one when she had an idea just demanding to happen.

“Andy, look it’s snowing!” (Y/n) pointed out to the new snow building up on the streets.

“Not enough to play in though.” I fake pouted wrapping my arms around her in a hug. “But we could dance.”

“Andrew Biersack, are you asking if I want to slow dance with you? Because if I pick the song then yes.” She had the brightest smile as she pulled out her phone, typing a title of the song.

“God, You’re so adorable (Y/n).”

“We’re… We’re in love.”

I snapped out of the past to be thrown back into the harsh present. “Huh?”

“We’re in love. I love you, Andy. I remember that night. I don’t remember much, but I think it’s coming back to me.” She grabbed my hand.

“Dear God, I love you so much and we can get through this together.

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“Ta Da!” Your best friend waltzed into the room carrying a skin-tight Cat woman costume.              

“Nope. No way am I wearing that.” You said sternly, your arms folded over your chest.

“Yes you are, y/n, and you’re going to look sexy as hell. The boys will be falling at their knees to you.” You smirked and shook your head as your friend waltzed over to the cashier and paid for what you saw as the suffocation suit.

—– 2 hours later ——

“Come out of there and show me!” your friend begged, banging on the bathroom door. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Although barely any skin was showing through the full jumpsuit, thigh high heeled boots and mask that covered the top half of your face and hair, you still felt extremely exposed. The plastic suit stuck to your body like a vacuum and showed off all the bumps and curves that you usually tried to hide. You felt extremely self-conscious and not in the mood to party at all but you were doing this for your friend, it was their 21’st birthday after all.

You took a deep sigh and stepped outside as your friend gasped. “Holy fuck, y/n, you look hot as hell! Turn around, I want to see the tail.” You spun round to show your friend what was in your opinion, the wort part of the costume: an almost floor length cat tail emerging from your lower back. “Babes, don’t worry about it being too tight, you have beautiful curves and only you could pull this off.” You smiled, blushed and looked down at your feet.

“Come on then,” you said, grabbing your car keys, “Wouldn’t want to be late to Jamie’s birthday.” You both clambered into the car in your costumes and drove to the venue of the fancy dress 21st birthday party.


You’d been at the party for a while now but you had spent most of the time sat on the couch, looking around at everyone’s costumes. There was an array of girls in short, skimpy dresses, men in drag, and two people dressed as salt and pepper shakers. You were beginning to overheat in your plastic jumpsuit so you took off the mask, your hair more voluminous than it had ever been before. You were about to get up to get a drink when a tall, dark figure took your eye.

“Ahh, you must be the girl that everyone’s telling me about.” Confused, you frowned, “I’m Andy by the way.” He held out his hand and you took it. “y/n,” you said, “what do you mean every ones been telling you about me.”

“Well our costumes, they’re linked, Cat woman and Batman. People have been coming to me all night asking if you’re my girlfriend. Not that that’s a bad thing.” He said, looking you up and down.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked. “Well,” he replied, “Look at you. Surely anyone in their right mind would be proud to call you their girlfriend.” You blushed and looked at Andy properly for the first time. You noticed he had striking blue eyes, a strong, defined jawline and chiselled cheek bones. He was beautiful.

“Well no one ever has.” You sighed, looking away from his face, “And anyway, you don’t look too bad yourself, Andy, surely there must be a lucky girl.” You blushed, immediately regretting what you had just said. “Nope. Not for me. I tend to scare them off.” You laughed and carried on talking to him and with every word he said, he became more and more perfect.

“Could I maybe, get your number,” Andy said after a while of pleasant conversation, “I’d hate to not speak to you again, I’ve had fun tonight.”

“Yeah sure,” you replied entering it into his phone, “And me to. It’s been lovely talking to you. I better get going now, I have a meeting tomorrow but I promise I’ll text.”

“Okay, y/n, It’s been great getting to know you.” “You too, Bye Andy.” You turned around and headed towards the door.

“Oh Y/N!” you heard Andy yell over the noise of the other guests. His hand touched you shoulder. As you turned around, his head was moving closer and before you had the chance to react, his lips were pressed firmly against yours. His hands moved down to your waist and you leaned in closer as you wrapped your hands around his neck. People around began to notice and cheered you on as you kissed but you were in your own little paradise with sparks flying around the pair of you. As the kiss went on, so did the fireworks and once you had both pulled away, a massive smile spread across both of your faces. Andy let go of your waist, bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ll see you around.”    

Make it Snappy, Sweetheart - Andy Biersack Imagine

injectmewithyourphan asked: “If you could do one where you work at a restaurant and Black veil Brides come in, Andy gets really flirty and you go back to his hotel room and smutty smut smut?”

Word Count: 924 | Warnings: Smut (!) 

Oh. My. God. I’m doomed.

Black Veil Brides are coming here. To the restaurant that I’m working in, at 6 pm. Jesse, the restaurant manager and my best friend, decided it was best to keep this a secret and ‘surprise me’. Well, it worked for I was hella surprised. Time seems to fly so quickly, for it was soon 6 and I was involuntarily checking on the door. Not long after, five handsome men, all looking neat in their suits, entered into the motherfucking restaurant. I swallowed a gulp and immediately felt weak in the knee. I watched powerlessly as Jesse guided them to their table and handed them the menus. She then walked towards me and said, “Jesus, is it hot in here or is it just them? Now, go get ‘em, gorgeous.” I exhaled a nervous sigh and waited until they’re ready to order. Not long after that, Andy raised his hand, signaling a waiter/waitress.

Shit. That’s my call.

I swear I nearly tripped when I was walking to their table. “G-Good evening, all ready to place your orders?” I said, trying as hard as I could to contain myself as I took out my pen and pad. “Well, good evening, um,” he eyed up my name tag and immediately said, “(Y/N). And yes, we are ready to place our orders.” I noted down all their orders and repeated them before turning away to the kitchen.

“(Y/N),” Andy called to me, making me stop in my tracks and turn to him.

“Make it snappy, sweetheart,” he said with an oh-so-sexy smirk.

“Yes Sir, will do,” was all I could say.

I couldn’t breathe. Andy was seriously making me sexually frustrated. I needed to distract myself, so I headed to the corridor to the restrooms to fix the flowers or some shit. Just as I was about to make a turn, I bumped into someone, who immediately held me in his arms.

Oh no. “Mr Biersack? I-I’m really sorry, I—“

“Please, call me Andy, (Y/N),” he smiled coyly, “So, I’d take it that you know who we are?” He then asked me, still holding me in his arms.

“Well, y-yes,” My head nearly dropped of embarrassment, “You guys are, like, my favorite band ever.” And suddenly I lost my cool.

“Is that so!” Andy chuckled, “Wow, a beautiful girl with a great taste in music. What more can you ask for?” Andy said jokingly, and then proceeded to staring at me. We stayed like that for a good five seconds before he said, “Do you… want to, come with me tonight?”

Did he really just ask me…?

“Y-yes,” I replied hastily and without hesitation, which made me sound kind of stupid.

“Alright,” he smirked, “I’ll call for you when we’re done. Later, (Y/N).”

He walked back to his table and left him stunned there. I immediately went to Jesse and told her what happened. I didn’t feel too good for leaving the shift early to go hook up with Andy.

“Are you ridiculous?! Of course you should go with him, what are you, stupid?!” Jesse nearly screamed at my face, “Opportunities like this only come once. Don’t fucking worry about your shift—go have fun! And oh, I want a full report after this ok?”

So, yes. I did go with Andy. He took me back to his hotel room and just as we entered, he instantly locked the door behind him and went to kiss me passionately. It just felt so unreal and I felt so weak that I had to hold on to his shoulders for support. He then picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. He undid his tie and took off his tux and shirt. He crawled on top of me, kissing me again. He then trailed the kisses down to my neck, leaving marks here and there as I tussled his hair. I felt his hand glide up my thigh and grab the hem of my skirt, and I helped him take it off. As I was left in my black lace panties Andy pinned me onto the bed and continued kissing my neck and then down to my collarbones, my breasts, and down to just before my panties. He looked me in the eye before he tugged my panties off and began kissing my inner thighs. He then started licking my clit, sending shivers through my entire body.

“Andy, I w-want you in me…”

“What’s that?” he teased, “I can’t hear you.”

“Dammit, Andy, I want you in me right now!”

He smirked, “That’s my girl.”

He undid his belt and removed his pants before gently inserting himself in me, making me arch my back in enjoyment. He moves at a steady pace, hitting my g-spot every time. Ugh, he makes me feel so good. He lowered down to give me a kiss which I gladly returned.

“I’m close, babe…” he said with his raspy voice.

“Me… too…” I said inbetween breaths.

No sooner did we both reach our climaxes and he dropped himself to the bed next to me, exhausted. “Oh God, that was nice,” he said, still panting. He pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight. “Hey, do you, um, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

I couldn’t hold back my smile, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

(Ha ha hey! I hope you enjoyed imagining this as much as I did ;p)

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Single mom probs. Andy Biersack Imagine

Can you do an Andy biersack imagine where you had a baby boy when you were 16 (not with Andy) and now you’re 19 and you and Andy date and he meets your little boy and so does his mom and dad and it’s really cute?


“So when can I meet the little guy?” Andy asks, sipping his drink. “We have been dating for almost 6 months now.”

“I know, I know.” I say, avoiding eye contact. I take a deep breath and look up to see Andy staring, waiting for an answer. “Andy, this has nothing to do with you. I just..I need to make sure he has some stability. I was 16 when I had him and I let people grow close with him just to leave and I don’t want that for him.”

“It wouldn’t be like that Y/N.” He says, not angry but more of just a blank statement.

“Well if his own father can stick around, I can’t assume that anyone else will.” Andy seems upset by that last statement, but I honestly don’t care. This is my son and I will do what I think is best for him. I refuse to be that mother that introduces her son to every man in her life.

“Well let’s just change the subject.” He finally said, I nodded. “So my parents are coming into town and they want to meet you.”

I’m taken back a little. He’s been together with some girlfriends twice, sometimes three times, longer than we have been together and they haven’t met his parents.

“Really?” I finally asks, hoping he’ll say he told them no.

“Yeah, are you free tomorrow night?” He smiles at me as if he knew what I was thinking.

“Maybe.” I say and he just looks at me confused. “I need to find a babysitter.”

He just nods and continues eating. After one of the most uncomfortable dates we’ve had he drops me off, kisses my cheek and says he’ll call me tomorrow.

I walk into my apartment to the babysitter cleaning up some of the toys and mess made from the night.

“Hey Em, how was Logan?” I ask, taking my coat off and hanging it up in the closet by the front door.

“He was an angel.” She smiles. She always says that and I know she’s lying. She has bags under her eyes and looks as if she just ran a marathon.

“Thanks again. Hey would you by any chance be free tomorrow night? Something just came up.” I ask, half hoping she says she’s not.

“I think I am!” She says as she grabs her things. “Put me down as a yes and I’ll call if something comes up!”

I nod, pay her, and she quickly leaves. I pop my head into the little monsters room and he’s fast asleep. I smile as I look at how peaceful he is, hearing him snore quietly.

I never knew I could love someone as much as I love my son. Though getting pregnant at 16 wasn’t preferable, I couldn’t be more thankful for him. Being a mother, a single one at that, really changes you as a person and in my case, for the better.

I crawl into my bed and try not to think about the stress and anxiety I will feel tomorrow. I love Andy, but meeting his parents? That might be too much for right now.

I wake up to Logan jumping on my bed.

“Pancakes?” He says, jumping faster and closer to me. I smirk and quickly grab him and cradle him.

“Only if you give me a kiss.” I smile, tickling him.

“Fineeee!” He screams while laughing uncontrollably.

I get my kiss so I get up and make my famous pancakes.

“Thanks mommy.” He says as I drop them on a plate for him.

“You are very welcome.” I kiss the top of his head and clean the kitchen as he devourers his breakfast.

We go to the grocery store and spend the rest of the day coloring and watching his favorite movie, Nemo, on repeat.

I’m going through my closet trying to find something to wear when I hear my phone ring. Without look at who it is, I answer.


“Hey Y/N, it’s Em.”

“Oh hey. Are you on your way?”

“Actually, I’m calling to tell you something came up and I can’t make it. I am so so so sorry.”

“Okay.” I don’t really know what else to say. It’s too late to cancel on Andy and I don’t have anyone else I can call.

“I am so sorry Y/N.” She repeats a few times.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Absolutely. I’m sorry!” She says one last time before hanging up.

Right as I’m about to call Andy, I get text from Andy:

I am so excited about this! We will be there in an hour! Love you

Well shit. I call him and he quickly answers.

“Hey love.”

“I have bad news.” I quickly says, it’s better to just rip the bandaid off.

“What is it? Are you okay? Is Logan okay?” He says in a panic.

“No no. We’re fine. It’s just…my babysitter just cancelled.”


“I’m sorry.” I say and it’s quiet for a few seconds, but feels like minutes. “We can reschedule.”

“My parents are leaving tomorrow.” He says, sounding annoyed.

I don’t say anything. What am I suppose to say to that? It’s not like this is my fault.

“Why don’t you just bring him with us?”

I don’t reply right away. He knows why I wouldn’t just bring him with us.

“Y/N, I know you’re worried but I am in love with you and I want to be with you. I want to be with you and Logan. Just let me meet him and if it goes horribly, we won’t do it again. Okay?”

What choice do I have? I know he won’t give up until he finally meets him.

“Fine.” I finally say. “But we have to go somewhere kid friendly.”

“Deal.” I can tell he’s smiling by the way he says it. “We’ll be there in an hour.”

We hang up and I try not to freak out. I put on a cute, simple dress and go into Logan’s room and grab a pair of jeans and his favorite button down.

“Where are we going mommy?” He asks as I dress him.

“We’re going to dinner with some friends of mine.” I reply.

“I don’t want to go.” He pouts.

“What if I said there will be ice cream there?”

His eyes grew big and a smile formed. “I guess I can go.” He says, putting his shoes on.

Within no time Andy is at my door. I’m nervous, not even about meeting his parents but about them meeting Logan.

We do our simple hellos and drive to the restaurant. Andy, Logan, and I in one car and his parents in another. The restaurant is nice, but not too nice where there isn’t a kids menu.

“We’re so happy you could make it.” Andy’s mom says with a smile. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things I hope.” I smirk and look at Andy. He grabs my hand and winks at me.

The server bring Logan a picture and some crayons so he could stay occupied, which he did.

“I want ice cream.” Logan demands.

“After dinner.”  

He doesn’t reply, just continues drawing.

“He looks just like you.” Andy says with a look I’ve never seen before.

“Thank goodness for that.” I smile and his parents burt into laughter. The night went pretty smoothly. Logan didn’t talk much, but Andy sure did try.

Andy colored with him, bought the ice cream for him, and even talked about Logan’s favorite movies/shows. It was really cute actually, but Logan was unimpressed.

“I have to go potty.” Logan says right before his ice cream arrived.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“No!” He says, as I’m about to get up. “I want him to take me.” He’s pointing to Andy.

I look at Andy and we’re both just very surprised by the demand.

“He can do everything by himself.” I tell him. “He might just need you to hold him up to wash his hands.”

Andy nods, looking nervous. “I can do that.”

They walk away and come back a few minutes later as if they’re different people. They’re both smiling and Andy is carrying Logan in his arms. Logan can’t stop laughing, he’s laughing so much that there are tears leaving his eyes.

Andy’s parents and I just look at each other in awe.

The rest of the night was more fun than stressful and in no time Andy is driving Logan and I home.

“Will you tuck me in?” Logan says from the back.

“Me?” I ask, turning and looking at him.

“Not you, Andy!” Logan says with a big smile.

“You have a new fan.” I smile, looking at Andy. He just smiles and looks at Logan through the rearview mirror.

“Of course I will little man.” Andy says, placing one of his hands on my thigh, holding it tight.

When we park, Logan insists that Andy takes him out of his car seat. I lead the way to the apartment and Andy is walking right behind me. I unlock the door and when I turn around I see Logan has fallen asleep. His head is resting on Andy’s shoulder, with his mouth slightly open.

“This is so fucking cute.” I say, letting Andy take Logan to his bedroom.

I must admit, I was incredibly nervous that this would go badly. I was afraid one of them would hate the other, but it seems like they don’t even need me. Words cannot begin the express how relieved I am that this went smoothly.

Andy came out and sat on the couch with me. I rest my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around me.

“I told you he’d love me.” He smirks.

“You were right.” I smile at him. Thank god he was.

Maybe, and I mean MAYBE, we could one day be a family. I look at Andy and I see a life with him, let’s hope he sees the same.

*I hope this was alright! I loved writing this one! Please send in requests!*


You’re Mine (Andy Biersack) (Black Veil Brides)

Word Count: 534


“It sucks you couldn’t come on tour y/n. But your work is important. Just remember that I love you, babe.”

Your boyfriend Andy was laying in his bunk Skyping you while he was on tour with Black Veil Brides. You couldn’t go because you were chief editor of a music magazine and had to oversee a new issue every month.

“I know it sucks Andy but only one more week until we’re back together. I love you too. Now I really have to go because I have an early meeting tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Andy pouts on screen before sighing, “speak to you soon y/n goodnight.”

“Night Andy.”

You hang up the call and turn off the laptop before crawling into bed.

~Next Day~

“Someone’s here to see you y/n.”

Your intern opens your office door and in walks someone you didn’t expect to see. Your cousin Mark walks in smiling like an idiot.

“Oh my god Mark come here and give me a hug.”

You jump up from your desk and throw yourself at your cousin who you hadn’t seen in five months.


“Hey, man you might want to check social media. There are pictures of y/n getting friendly with another man.”

Ashley stares at me after opening my bunk curtain. What did he mean about y/n being with another man? Ashley hands me his phone and I scroll through pictures of y/n getting up close and personal with a man I’d never seen before.

“She wouldn’t cheat on me Ash would she?”

“You might want to ring her and ask her before doing any damage control.”

I nod and shut the bunk curtain. I wasn’t possessive; I just didn’t like other people touching what was mine. Pulling out my phone I dial y/n’s number and she picks up immediately.

“Andy, I’m sorry I should have known people would take pictures and put them online. I swear I’m not cheating on you.”

“Who’s the man y/n?”

I try to stay calm. y/n sounded upset.

“He’s my cousin Mark who lives in England. He was on a cruise with his boyfriend and he wanted to grab lunch. I can send you pictures from their cruise Andy. Please don’t break up with me.”

My phone vibrates and I see several pictures of this Mark guy all over another man. y/n briefly mentioned having family in England, she wasn’t cheating on me.

“Babe I’m not breaking up with you, I believe you. It’s just the way the pictures looked had me and the band concerned. You’re mine.”

y/n stops panicking and gets her breathing under control.

“I’m yours Andy, only yours. How do we deal with this?”

“Deep breaths y/n. I’ll post on social media as will you. Get the fans knowing that Mark is your cousin. I love you.”

“I love you more Andy.”

y/n hangs up and my curtain is opened again, this time, the whole band is watching me. Ashley pats my shoulder.

“We all knew she wouldn’t cheat on you, Andy.”

I smile and shoo them off to give me some privacy while I thought about damage control. y/n and I were a strong couple and we could get through this scandal.


And only now am I starting to question what I’m doing with me life.

The Other Side - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by andy-aesthetic

Anonymous asked: “Andy Biersack imagine andy wants it rough but you take charge and make him sing. Maybe? I dont know.”

Word Count: 819 | Warnings: Smut (!) 

Just as we entered our apartment, Andy slammed the door behind us and crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled into his kiss, knowing this was coming. Throughout the party we went to earlier he had his eyes locked on me, looking at me with a devilish stare like he was going to tear me limb from limb. I pulled away from the kiss, being a tease like I usually am.

“(Y/N),” Andy growled, “Come back here.”

I didn’t say anything. I giggled and ran to our bedroom, quickly followed by Andy’s footsteps. It’s so fun seeing him being needy like this; it always turns me on even more. I sat on the bed patiently, waiting for him to appear by the doorstep. Just as he arrived, he immediately locked his eyes upon me, thinking that he’s won. He closed the door behind him and walked up to me, gently unbuttoning his shirt. Instead of coming for me, he went to the bedside table and pulled out a drawer. I already knew where this was heading.

“Is that what you’re up to today babe?” I asked him with a coy smile.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he replied. In his hands were two pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. I smiled, satisfied that my guessing was right. I almost chuckled at the thought of how much I love submitting to Andy; he was always the dominant one and damn does he always do me good, but today… I’m thinking of trying something else. I walked up to him, swaying my hips at every step, and stopped when my face was only an inch away from his. My hands reached for the handcuffs and the blindfold in his grasp.

“Let me,” I spoke seductively into his ear.

“What?” he sounded confused.

I walked to the edge of the bed and commanded, “Lie down.”

Andy glared at me, disbelief written all over his face. I guess it’s because this was the first time he’s seen this side of me, rather than just obeying him all the time.

“Lie down,” I repeated my command, which he then immediately obeyed. He lied himself down in the center of the bed, looking at me expectantly. I then climbed upon him, sat on his waist, and lowered my body down to give him a deep, passionate kiss. Just as he was about to insert his tongue into my mouth I pulled away and I could feel him let out an anxious breath. I handcuffed his right hand to the right side of the bed, his left hand to the left side of the bed, and then I put the blindfold on him.

“Naw, babe,” he almost panted, “I need to see you.”

“You will if you behave,” I said with a small giggle at the end. “Now Andy, why don’t you sing for me?”

“Sing?” he repeated.

“Yeah. Sing me one of your songs. How about… Rebel Love Song? Yeah that’d be nice,” I said as I took off my dress and threw it to the floor. Andy seemed to have noticed that, for I can feel his member hardening under his jeans.

“(Y/N), do you really want me to—“

“Sshhh,” I placed a finger on his lips, “No talking, just singing.”

As if he had no other choice (in which he didn’t, really), he started singing with his oh so angelic voice.

I cannot hide what’s on my mind

I feel it burning deep inside me

A passion crime to take what’s mine

Let us start living for today

I can’t help but smile upon hearing him sing. He sings all the time but I can never get bored; his voice is so deep and raspy it’s impossible not to love. I went down to unbutton his jeans and, along with his boxers, slowly tugged it down his feet. I heard a small, suppressed moan escape Andy’s lips. Things were getting more and more heated and I knew Andy felt it that it made his breathing a little bit heavier, but upon obeying my command, he continued singing.

Never gonna change my mind

We can leave it all behind

Nothing’s gonna stop us

No, not this time

I went and sat back on Andy’s hip and lowered myself to plant little kisses on his cheek and then down to his neck, collarbone and chest. His breathing became even more unsteady but he forced to sing.

So take your hand in mine

It’s ours tonight

This is a rebel love song

This was getting harder by the second for Andy, but I’m not giving in just yet. I want to tease him even more. I held his long, erect member in my hand and started pumping slowly. As I did just that, Andy stopped singing due to his moans and heavy pants. I stopped moving my hands just long enough to say, “Don’t stop singing, Andy,” and he immediately resumed singing.

Hearts will sacrifice

It’s do or die

This is a rebel love song

His singing was getting out of control for it was obvious that he’s suppressing moans of the pleasure I’m sending him. To tease him even more, I took off his blindfold, in which he uttered a sigh of relief inbetween his lyrics, and I locked eyes with him the entire time whilst I crawled backwards and resumed what I was doing. I kept pumping until he was left devastated, his head thrown back, loud and heavy groans escaping his lips.

“(Y/N)… I need… you…” Andy grunted, desperation written all over his face. An evil smirk bloomed upon my face; I’ve never seen him like this before. But then the smirk softened into a little smile as I said, “Okay.” I crawled on top of him again to undo his handcuffs and set them aside. His hands immediately grabbed my waist and helped me lower down once I positioned his member in front of my entrance. I’ve never got over how huge Andy was and how he always fills me up perfectly. I gently bounced up and down on him, making sure he hit my g-spot every time.

I quickened my pace, followed by the quickening of our synchronized breathing. I let Andy’s hands search my body while he kept on mumbling love lines to me until we both reached our climaxes.

I collapsed into Andy’s arms, catching my breath. As both our breaths stabilized, Andy gave me a long, warm kiss.

“I like this side of you,” Andy told me, allowing his nose to brush mine, which made me giggle.

“Trust me, there’s more where that came from.”

(I’m so sorry if this is bad, I’ve been hella busy lately and it’s kinda hard for me to write :-( Hope you enjoyed though!)

Letting go.


The front door shut as your boyfriend Ashley headed out for the studio. He had been spending an awful amount of time there and you were beginning to get suspicious. You tried to shake it off and headed into the kitchen to make some lunch. As you ate your food, the anxiety began to get the better of you so you decided to ring Jinxx, Ashley’s bandmate and your best friend of 5 years.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” he said, cheerily.

“Hey Jinxx,” you held back shaky tears as you spoke, “ I- I was just w-w-wondering if Ashley’s at the studio, It’s just he keeps on going there but whenever I ask what he’s doing he just changes the conversation.”

“Erm, well, sorry y/n but he isn’t at the studio. I’m just here with Jake sampling some stuff for te new record. In fact, he hasn’t been here for about 2 weeks.” Those were the words you did not want to here.  You said goodbye to Jinxx and lay down until Ashley came back. You decided not to mention anything. Not yet.

“How was your day babe?” you asked him, trying to hide the anger.

“Just the usual you know, Just messing about in the studio.” He replied, pecking you on the lips. Why was he lying to you? Where had he been and what –or who- had he been doing?

The next day, the front door closed as, yet again, Ashley went to the ‘studio’. You looked out of the bedroom window, watching him leave as you tapped your finger on the window ledge anxiously. Then you did something that you never wanted to o but felt was the only way. You grabbed your car keys and you followed him. You followed him all the way until his car came to a halt. You stopped just so you were out of view and watched him knock on the door of a house you had never seen before. You began to cry as a young, attractive woman with dark brown curls and brown eyes answered the door and invited him in. So this is where he had been. Screwing a younger and prettier woman. ‘Great, Just great.’ You thought to yourself as you drove home.

“I’m home!” Ashley yelled from the front door. You stepped into the entrance of the bedroom, blocking his path, your eyes red and puffy.

“Babe? What’s wro-“

“Where’ve you been?” you asked with a blank expression on your face, clenching your jaw as he spoke. “The studio. Like always. What’s wrong y/n?” he put his hand on your shoulder but you pushed it off.

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Wanna go for a walk?

Originally posted by rickyhorrorandshit

This is the 7th chapter of A Team. Andy and Emily go for a walk. Back flash at the end. I suck at this stuff haha

Andy Biersack X OC Emily

Warnings: Abuse


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Forever Yours - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by emobananas

Anonymous asked: “Can you please please do an imagine where Y/N and Andy B. are dating an he finds out she self harms and almost commited suicide while he was on tour?”

Word Count: 1,174 | Warnings: Trigger warning?

I waited patiently at the airport for one particular figure to show up. He should be here any minute, I thought to myself, glancing occasionally at my watch. Thinking of him, I smiled to myself. How I got so lucky to have a man like him, I do not know. All I know is that I’m more than thankful of having found such a lovely person who loves and cares for me, who never fails to give me stomach butterflies, who can magically transform my storms into rainbows.


I jolted awake from my daydream and saw the face of Andy, smiling down at me. I was too busy thinking about him I didn’t realize he was already here. I let out an excited screech and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Tears nearly streamed down my cheeks since I was just so happy to meet him. He just finished his Europe tour and I thought it’s about time; our apartment is really getting lonely without him around.

“How’s my baby been?” Andy looked down upon me whilst stroking my hair.

“Terrible. I’ve missed you so much it kills me,” I said as I nuzzled his chest. He had no idea how I long to be in his comforting presence; to indulge his sweet scent and to feel him on my skin.

“I’ve missed you so much too,” he pulled off and gave me a long, warm kiss. After what feels like forever, we broke the kiss and he said, “C’mon let’s get home.”

When we reached home, he immediately dropped his luggage and picked me up. “Oh, how I miss being home with my favorite person in the world,” he sang as he spun me around, making me giggle. He’s such a dork I love him. When he put me down, I pulled him to me to give him another kiss. It’s so good to have him home again, and getting to kiss him whenever I want to.

“Why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare us dinner?” I spoke softly, our faces only an inch from each other. He nodded, and then placed a little peck on my nose.

I went to the kitchen to get cooking and he went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. What I have completely forgotten about was a razor blade that I had left sitting on the sink, on its sharp end was a crimson-tainted liquid. Once Andy took notice of it, he immediately stormed right out the bathroom.

I stopped from cutting some vegetables when I saw him come to me. “Hey babe, what’s—“

My sentence was abruptly cut off when Andy grabbed my left arm and yanked the sleeve upwards, revealing a line of fresh, new scars. I stood frozen, unable to speak whilst he examined each and every one of the slits upon my arm. He then lifted his head to look at me; his eyes a mixture of confusion, disappointment, slight anger and sadness. I opened my mouth to try and say something but the words seemed to have stuck on my throat. Tears started welling up in my eyes and before I could cry, Andy pulled me into a massive hug. I started to cry aloud but Andy didn’t try to silence me; instead he hugged me tighter, gently stroking my back, allowing me to cry as much as I needed into his shirt. He didn’t say anything at all, he just wrapped me firmly in his arms whilst I cry a river. Once my tears have subsided and my cries turned to sobs, he sat us down on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” He began, his voice so smooth and soothing like an angel. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Ever since I laid eyes upon you I can’t seem to take them off, and once I got to know you I know that all I want is to have you as mine. Now that I do, I will never waste this precious opportunity and I will treasure you and treat you as my queen. It is my job to always make you feel happy, safe and contented. Seeing this,” he gestured at my scars, “I feel like I have failed to do my job. What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He waited patiently until I was actually able to speak. “I… I just feel really sad sometimes… I feel like I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough for anyone,” I sobbed, “I really needed you to comfort me as usual but you were so far away and I’m not strong enough on my own. I like to think that I am but I’m not.” My head dropped as I was trying hard to prevent myself from crying again. Andy put two fingers beneath my chin to lift my head up.

“What else have you done while I’m gone, babe?” he stared deep into my eyes so tenderly, assuring me that everything is going to be fine, that he is not going to be mad at me for what I’ve done.

“I just… got to my old habit of cutting,” I told him. There was a short pause before I continued, “I… also tried to… kill myself… by drinking bleach.” I wasn’t going to tell him this, but I thought it’s only fair that he knows. Upon hearing this Andy pulled me into another hug again and I just lost it; tears started streaming down my cheeks again, followed with agitated sobs. He planted multiple kisses on my forehead and then lifted my arm to put kisses onto my scars as well. He then pressed his lips onto my forehead once more before wrapping me in his arms again.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry…. I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I’m sorry I had to be away when you were in your hard times… I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when you needed me the most.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said inbetween sobs, “It’s mine, Andy.”

“Sshh,” he silenced me, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “From now on, every time you feel like you need to go for the blade, think of me. Every scar you create on yourself, will appear on me too. Every time you slit your wrist, you slit mine too. When you hurt, I hurt, (Y/N). I want you to remember that. You’re far too precious to do this to yourself. Please baby, please stop hurting yourself. I love you so much I can’t live with myself if I let you get hurt. I’m always here baby, I’ll always be here for you.”

My sobs started to soften and my breathing started to relax, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he said and kissed the top of my head, “Can you promise me that this won’t happen again?”

I paused for a while and nodded, “I promise. As long as I have you.”

“I’m forever yours, baby. I’ll never leave.”

(I gotta say that I feel like this is one of the best imagines I’ve ever written! I’m starting to put more details into my stories to give it more feels ya know :p I’ve been learning a lot by reading other people’s fanfics and realize I have a lot to catch up. Anyways, let me know what you think!)

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