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IMAGINE: You and Andy are best friends, and you’re sitting in his backyard playing truth or dare. He secretly likes you… but he could never tell you… it would totally ruin your friendship, right?

It’s your turn so you say, “Who do you like? Tell me the truth, Biersack…”

He is immediately blushing, and all he can say is, “Um… I…” he looks at you like this, looking away to hide his blushing.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one where andy and y/n are both in bands and they’re in an interview togother, so they’re getting asked a lot about their relationship and it’s really cute and fluffy with playful banter and pda?



(Y/N) opened the trailer door, peaking around the corner. Andy sat on the couch while  a crew set up a camera and an editor from AP organized her questions.

“Am I late?” She mouthed.

Andy shook his head, smiling when she entered. He patted his lap, motioning her over which she gratefully did, taking the weight of her tired feet. She had already preformed twice today, and it was blazing hot.

“Alright Andy, and (Y/N). Are you guys ready?” The warm faced interviewer asked. Andy nodded, while (Y/N) gave a thumbs up. The woman circled her finger behind her back and the camera started rolling.

“Alright guys, so it’s a well known fact you guys have been dating. And can I just say its adorable. Anyway, the reason I mention it is because of my following question. There is a lot of controversy on how you initially met. Some say warped 13 others say at a bar in vegas. Can you guys enlighten us on the truth?” She asked.

“We met in Nj on tour.” They said at the same time, causing them to break into laughter.

“Alright, how about your first kiss?” She asked next. Her name tag said peggy.

“Oh that’s easy, that was in vegas.” Andy said with a smirk.

“Hey I thought it was ‘What happens in vegas stays in vegas.” (Y/N) scolded playfuly.

“Alright guys, second to last question.” She said, smirking like she knew something. (Y/N) shrugged it off. “Are you planning on colaberating your bands in the future?”

“Oh most definitely.” (Y/N) said with a grin as she put her hands around andys shoulders and squeezed gently.

“Yeah, it would be amazing to have them with us. Maybe tour together more often.” Andy agreed, rubbing her shoulder. He released, standing up and walking to the kitchen and giving the one minute sign with his finger.

“Alright, last question but I believe its andys turn to ask.” Peggy said with a cute little grin.

“What?” (Y/N) asked, knitting her eyebrows together. Before she knew it andy was on one knee.

“(Y/N) you’ve made me so happy in the last 3 years, Happier then I ever thought I could be. Will you…marry me?” Andy asked with a glimmer of hope in his eye.

“Of course I will!” (Y/N) screaming, pulling his up and climbing onto him so her legs were wrapped around his waist. “I love you so much.” She whispered in his ear. She didn’t notice the interviewer and camera guy leave but she didn’t care. She only had eyes for her andy right now.

N/A: Well I honestly have no idea from where this idea came from, but well I hope you like it if not don’t forget to tell me okay anon? Also while I was writing this I was listening to Team from Krewella, so yeah.  Also the gif is not mine, if it’s yours I am sorry that I am using it without your permission I am sorry.

Public - Roman Burki

Dating someone that was famous was hard, and being famous yourself was also hard. You couldn’t even go into a baby shop and buy something for your nephews that people would say that it was for you. It was also hard when you had to leave for weeks in a row for work. 

So when after a concert of yours when you end up by meeting the whole team of Borussia Dortmund, first was like a dream since they were the team of your heart, and second because your favorite was there, everyone should love a goalkeeper, they protect the most important object of the game, so when you meet Roman it was almost love at first sight. 

At the end of your game, you and your bandmate went with the team to catch a few drinks, you were their fans and they were yours. At the time you decided to leave you walked outside, and little did you knew that Roman would follow and ask you for your name before anyone could see because if they did the rumors would start. 

You guys did went out a few times, trying to always keep it low. So low that neither his teammates or your friend and co-worker knew. First you had to see how it would go, and then you would spread the world. So, after 4 months of dating you decided to start leaving a few tips for everyone. For exemple, today was a game day, and Roman had given you his jersey, meaning you would walk to the field full of Dortmund fans and a few yours, with your friend that would be hearing a Durm jersey, and you would go with Roman’s. You posted on your instagram before you decided to pick (Y/F/N) and Roman left for the game. 

Of course in matter of seconds your photo had a lot of coments and likes, (Y/F/N) just looked at you with a weird look when she got inside your car. After all you were wearing the white and yellow Burki jersey. She knew he was your favorite before you even knew him.

Roman was preparing himself for the game, he was in the locker rooms with the others. Tuchel was outside of it talking to somoene, Marco was playing around with Mario and Erik, Aubameyang, Emre Mor and Christian were on their phone, Marcel, André and Sahin were talking, while the others were chatting among themselves.

All of sudden Aubameyang starts laughing looking at his phone before getting up and walking to Roman, Marcel, Sahin and André, he shows Roman the photo he helped take this morning from you and rolls his eyes, he knew the second his teammates saw that photo would tease him about, and little did they knew about the relationshiop

  - You are her favorite! - Auba laughs being followed by the rest.
  - Yeah I know. - Roman crosses his arms.
  - Do you follow her on instagram? Or at any social media? - Emre ask.
  - Yeah I do, she also follows me. - Roman laughs at the face of the his friends.
  - Why does she follows you and not me? - Auba asks.
  - Like you said, I am her favorite.

Tuchel walks in the room and starts talking about how important the game was going to be. Emre was next to Roman whispering to him that he should tell you for you to follow him on instagram, Roman of course just wanted to laugh. He nodded saying he would think about it. At the end of Tuchel speech the team walked out of the tunels towards the field, you were already in the bleachers with (Y/F/N), a few fans had seen you but you were trying to be cool about it. After all you went there to see your boyfriend play, and again it was time to make it public. You only had to know how.

Lost & Found

Hey :) Could you do another Andy Highschool Imagine please? Have a nicht day :)

A/N: Guess who’s not dead?


She was new here. No one really knew anything about her except for her name.


That was the name Andy has grown so accustomed to, as she’s in almost all of his classes. When asked to introduce herself, she always says the same thing. He watched her curiously throughout the day. It sounds stalkerish, but he was just trying to figure her out.

Weeks went by and he noticed himself wanting to know more about the girl. He wanted to know more about the girl who never payed attention in class, but got the highest marks. Who drew all over in her notebooks instead of taking notes. Who stayed late after school just to get lost in the books the library had offered.

That was one of his favorite things to watch her do. She read books as one would breath air. To fill up and live. He always watched from behind the bookshelf, to shy to go up to her, as she smiled through her tears, laughing at something one of the characters said. She never brought the books home with her though. She simply put them away before picking them up again the next.

One day Andy left her a little note in the book she was reading.

‘You look beautiful when you read. My personal favorite is To Kill a Mockingbird’

And the cycle continues. For weeks they would leave each other little notes in the school library. Exchanging different theories and ideas on the current book at hand. Though she never found out who was leaving the notes. Until one day…

Andy was writing his next note down after she had left, not realizing that she had forgotten her phone in one of the bean bag chairs. You can imagine him, startled as she says, “hello,” in a quiet voice. He dropped his note, and fumbled with the book before managing to catch it in his hands.

He looks up at her in all her beauty, turning red in the face before mumbling, “hello,” back.

Nothing else really needed to be said, fore they both knew. They got lost in each other from then on, and it’s the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.

N/A: So, I am sorry that I took a few days to do this, but the truth is, I already had this written, but I got addicted to this tv show. And everyday what I used to do was turn on the computer to come to tumblr, but now I turn it on to see the show, and when I remembered to come here, I had 7 requests. Today I am going to post 2, and tomorrow I won’t come here, its my friend’s birthday and we are going to celebrate. But the next day I will post another and so on. Thank you for staying and requesting. Love you all.
Also there isn’t a crackship on this, because I wanted to post it, and didn’t had time to make it.

The Perks Of Being Late - Roman Bürki 

Who ever invented college should burn in hell, no who invented school should. But in the end it was a good thing, we learn how to write and read. The good thing is we learn, we learn important things for how daily basis life, and college, college helped us trying to be someone in life. Doctors, arquitects, everything, it helped us and it helped others.

And internships, sometimes they are awesome, sometimes they aren’t. But being able to work for one of the biggest clubs in Germany was something that everyone that loved football would love to have. I mean who wouldn’t love to work with their favorite players.

And she had that luck, Y/N. Being in college for Physical Education and got an intership in Dortmund for a couple of months. She walked inside the training center to try and find out her instructor, the person that was going to watch her for the 2 months she was there. You were going to be the shadow of Thomas Tuchel, it was not going to be fun but at least the whole could be meet. And that yes, that was fun.

When Y/N found Tuchel they went to the field where all the players were already stretching, following Tutchel while he walked towards the players and telling you what you were doing to do today, it couldn’t be said that you didn’t knew what to do, or else you wouldn’t be there right? But he was the coach, so he was the one who knew what each player needed to do. 

And your job today was helping the goalkeepers. You knew how to choach young goakeepers, the ones that didn’t knew anything, but today was different, they knew more than you would probably learn in your whole life. Not that you didn’t wanted to learn, but they were professionals, and you were still trying to be one.

The exercices were easy and kind of boring, but it was funny. You liked helping the goalkpeers, but you were there because they helped each other all you needed to do was telling them what exercice you wanted to do next. And the team, they did needed help, and that was what you were hoping to get, to coach the team, all of them, and not just the goalkeepers. 

Roman Weidenfeller was doing exercices with Hendrik Bonmann, while the other Roman, Roman Bürki was sat on the grass taking a little break, and well he was laughing at the other two, Hendrik being the youngest goalkeeper meaning that the other two needed to be a little hard on him. 

  - Do you even know something about being a goalkeeper? - a voice sound next to you making you jump in surprise.
  - Damn it Bürki! - you said and your hands went to your chest- Of course I know.
  - Tell me the catching techinique.
  - Hands move together, both behind the ball, thumbs should be close, the indez finger slightly turned towards each other. Elbows in front of the torso and close together., hands are forward and fingers high on the ball…
  - Okay you know, you don’t need to tell me like everything. I got it. - he smiled.
  - You are the one that is doubting about my coaching skills.
  - Well you are young.
  - What does age has to do with it?
  - Nothing. I was messing with you. And you can call me Roman.
  - If I call Roman then both of you come to me. - you laughed.
  - Well, yeah that is true.

You laughed and shook your head. After that day you began to be more friendly towards him. You didn’t moved “sections”, for the upcoming month you still stood helping the goalkeepers and learn a few things with them so you could use in your future life. 

You had become a little closer to Roman, and maybe a little bit too close. But you were a teenager, so maybe you could blame it all on your teenage hormones, he was older, he was hot and he was sweet, and maybe it was your hormones, but what was his escuse? He was not a teenager, he was an adult. You were 19, and he was 26. That was a 7 year age difference. When you were born, he already knew how to walk, probably knew already how to play, probably kissing girls looking that good. 

You were making your way to the field to start another day, you still had a few weeks left there before you would go back to college for another few months before you started another internship and this time probably in another club or doing something else, you were hoping you could come back to Dortmund. You were making your way when you heard your name being called, by Roman.

  - Shouldn’t you be training already? - you asked. - I got late today, what about you? - I forgot the exercice list. - So young, and with a memory like those. - he says laughing.
  - Shut up. - you laughed
  - So… tomorrow we are going to play against FC Thun, are you ready to play against your brother?
  - He is a defender, we don’t even see each other. Besides I don’t know if he will play.
  -  Well, if he is like you he is a good player.
  - FC Thun is in 7th place in Swiss League.
  - So? We are in 3rd place.
  - Wow that is a nice way of telling us we are good.
  - That came out wrong. But you can’t judge your brother, if the whole team is failling. You are a great goalkeeper. But there isn’t an I in team. A team is everyone, if one fails, as team, they all fail.
  - That is nice.
  - I know, I am very good at giving speaches.
  - Can I do something? - he asks raising his eyebrows.
  - What?
  - I will probably regret this later.

He says, you were about to ask what when you felt his lips against your. His lips were soft, his hand was on your waist while yours on his cheek. You felt the butterflies on your stomach, you felt your cheeks flush, your breath didn’t wanted to get out, it was like he was all you needed. When he pulled away and you opened your eyes, they locked on his. You bite your lip trying to realize what had happened, he had kissed you and you kissed him back. He was smiling and now so were you. You opened your mouth to say something when both of your names were called.

   - Dude, Tuchel was looking for you. - Marc Bartra said - And you lady, he send me to ask if you went to China to look for the list - he laughed.
   - What are you doing here? - you asked.
   - Need to use the little boys room. - he laughs and you follow.
   - Well, I guess I have laps to run. - Roman says starting to walk from where Marc had come, he walked past his team mate tapping his back.
  - And I have to give this to Tuchel.

Maybe those last weeks you still had were probably be great after all.

Your parents don’t like your boyfriend, Andy, so they forbid you to see him. However, some nights you sneak out of your bedroom window to meet him a little further down the block.

Andy Biersack Imagine (I suck at titles lol)

“You and Andy would be so cute together!”

“Oh please, not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.

“Oh come on! Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only one.”

“Everyone picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”

“Really? Not ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your boyfriend.”

“I…. well, like once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.” You sigh.

“Seriously Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy is really attractive.”

You knew this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she gave you about every 2 weeks.

“I know he is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward, and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy. Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”

You sit there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just….”

“Thinking what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”

She laughs. “You’re kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really overthinking now.”


“THINK ABOUT IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it, that’s love Y/N.”

“I guess.”

“No, you know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you met Andy versus how many you had before?”

“I mean, a lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”

“Exactly, that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”

“I gu- I…. I know.”

“Yep. Just think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the perfect time.”

“And I’m guessing I’ll know when.”

“Of course, it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright? Love ya.”

“Mhmm, love ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”

You hang up and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a nice adventure.

Speaking of the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You press the green answer button.


“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Andy, you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.

“Really? What’s up?”

“Oh nothing bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”

“Awh, well I’m free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what at?”

“How about Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”

“Sounds great, see you then.”

“See you.”

You hang up and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.

20 minutes pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in privacy.

For the first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.

You hear the bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.

“Hello love.” He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.

“Hey lanky.” You chuckle.

He smiles. “So, how was your day so far?”

You look down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you know she goes on and on.”

“She’s the one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a little too jokingly and regret it.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.

“Okay? I’m the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always make things sound so wrong?”

The waiter comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.

“But seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”

“She must like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“She knows ‘em when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see, this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”

“Awh, that’s sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”

“Right? She’s amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about things like that yet.”

“Really? So you think we might actually be soulmates?”

You shrug, suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“I think we totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.

“No but seriously….”

“You’d be an amazing boyfriend.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”

He chuckles. “I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”

“But Y/N, I AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”

You can’t help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his car and turn towards him.

“So, about our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”


He sighs but smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.

“Wait, so you actually talk about me to them?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but there. You know everything now.”

You were speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel… different.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but quickly hugged back.

“I appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does Andy.

You connect eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.

“So we’re official, eh?” He jokes.

“Yep, can’t wait until y/f/n hears about this.”

“Same with the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.

“Sure, let’s go, boyfriend.”


This is probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like though, feedback is appreciated.