Anonymous said: Could you do one with Andy where the reader and him are doing a fluffy and cute photoshoot together but it slowly gets more sexual? And Andy is surprised she’s that sexual considering she’s never really as forward like that? Sorry if it’s confusing ❤
It’s not confusing hon, I gotcha 😄
Also, I’m making all this up, I don’t know how photo shoots work XD ❤️ -izzi
Andy smiled as you came out of your dressing room, dressed in a simple leather jacket and holey band tee with skinny jeans and combat boots.
“You look great, (Y/N),” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist.
“You don’t look half bad yourself Mr. Biersack,” you giggled running your hand over his ripped band tee. “Let’s get this over with. I hate these things,” you sighed and reached up on your tip toes to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and glanced at the photographer who had started taking pictures.
“(Y/N), wrap your arms around him,” the photographer directed you, and you nodded, putting your arms around his waist and looking up at him with a silly, adoring grin. He smiled back down at you, his love for you shining clear in his sparkly blue eyes. You giggled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He turned you around and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You smiled up at him putting your hands over his and he returned the favor as the photographer continued snapping pictures.
“Try to look at the camera more, guys,” the photographer said and you both gave the camera a serious blank face at the same time, then looked up at each other and laughed. Andy picked you and you both pulled a funny face at the camera as the camera man directed you slightly. You got serious again wrapping an arm around his necks and leaning your head against his neck, giving the camera a serious face.
You looked up at Andy with a curious and innocent expression while he continued to look up at the camera, that same serious face on. You placed a hand against the side of his face, almost like you were trying to get his attention, and he stayed still.
“That’s great guys, but (Y/N) why don’t you try something a little less innocent?” The photographer asked and you nodded.
“Put me down babe,” you said and he put you on your feet, kissing your lips lightly. You ruffled your hair a bit and bit your lip, looking up at Andy with something like need in your eyes. He looked down at you, seemingly surprised by your sudden fierceness. You put a hand on his waist, gripping the fabric of his jeans in your hand tightly, like you wanted to tear it off. You licked your lower lip and he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you closer. He wasn’t even aware you had a sexy side. You were always so tentative when it came to sex, even you weren’t really sure what happened.
You stayed still for a few moments then hiked your leg up.
“Grab my leg, Andy,” you told him and he nodded, his gaze smoldering as he hiked your leg up a little higher, running his hand down your thigh you giggled and ran a hand lightly over his chest. He shuddered and gripped your leg a little tighter. You reached up and nipped his neck lightly and he looked at the camera. You did to smiling with a slightly possessive edge to your expression, and the photographer was loving it.
“I’ve never seen this side of you,” he murmured and you giggled.
“There are a lot of sides of me you’ve never seen, Andy,” you replied taking his face in your hand and turning him to kiss you.
“Perfect!” the photographer yelled with a giant grin on his face, “now if we can just do some individuals and then you guys can go,” he said and you nodded.
“Ladies first,” Andy said and you giggled.
“Is that really a good idea, Andy?” You asked, swaying your hips as you followed the photographer to some props he had set up. You heard him groan and you turned and blew him a kiss. “I love you,” you giggled before skipping off with the photographer.
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You had never been more at a loss for words than you were in that moment. You had broken up once—was it really fair that you had to do it a second time?
“Dean, we, um…” your voice trailed off, the lump in your throat growing rapidly. You couldn’t bear to look in those familiar, bright green eyes that you had missed so much.
Dean, Sam, and you turn to the doorway to see Lisa running into Dean’s room. Her black usual waves were perfectly straight, not a hair out of place. Even her heels matched her lipstick. You couldn’t help but look down at your holey sweats and overstretched tee shirt with a twinge of shame. You shake the thought out of your head immediately – there were much more important things than looking your best. Clearly, Lisa had missed the memo.
You wanted to roll your eyes when she practically shoved you out of the way to get to Dean. You and Sam shared a similar look of distaste as you grabbed spot on the wall, leaning against the windows next to him. No one in Dean’s family or circle of friends was overly fond of Lisa. Even after almost a year of being distant, you still observed that that fact hadn’t changed much.
You really couldn’t blame her, though. When you found a guy like Dean, you didn’t give him up easily – a fact that still made your gut stir with regret and guilt every time you thought about it. You wanted to get out of the sterile smelling room, grab a cab, and get make under your duvet as fast as possible, but you planted your feet and made up your mind. You would stay, for Dean and for Sam. You tried convincing yourself that it was the right thing to do.
You sigh deeply and focus on your surroundings. It is early in the morning and the lights
from the street were shining through the window. They illuminate the dark room, letting it
appear magical. Still you simply couldn’t sleep, even though Luke held you
tight in his arms – which usually worked wonder. You are feeling his warm
breath against your skin and his lips on your neck. You shut your eyes again,
but after a couple more minutes you give up and let out a muffled groan. “Babe?
What’s up?” You hear Luke mumbling quietly. “Nothing. I just can’t sleep.” You
roll on your back and finally realize Luke’s awake as well. “Why are you up?”
He laughs a little and sits straight in bed, his legs still tangled in the mess of pillows
and bedsheets. “I can’t sleep as well, babe. I just didn’t think you are awake as well. I mean it’s half past 3 and you usually doze like a log.” You grin
and bob up as well. “So, we both can’t get our well-earned rest. What should we do now?” He asks
and turns around, facing you and softly brushing his lips over yours for a
gentle kiss. You both stay silent for a short while – the only muted noises
come from the cars outside your small house. “Got an idea, Lukey.” A big smile is
spreading on your lips. “Let’s just drive through the night…
Robin’s cold derail’s OQ’s date night. Established OQ.
It was a pack of first-graders that had brought him to his knees. A pack of enthusiastic, disease-ridden first-graders.
in bed with aching muscles and a stuffed nose Robin felt his face grow
hot as another coughing fit overtook him. He silently cursed the day
Roland had come home begging him to chaperone this year’s field trip to
the zoo. Of course when he’d gotten there no less than four of the
children were already covering their mouths to stifle their coughs and
sneezes, not wanting to miss out on the chance to see wild animals up
close. They’d passed their colds onto him without a second thought.
groaned as he shifted underneath his bed sheets. He’d been in bed all
day surrounded by used tissues, trying to sleep off the cold as best as
he could. His only source of solace had been the fact that Roland was
spending the weekend with his grandparents and therefore couldn’t catch
He heard the deep click-clack of her
heels against the hardwood floors of his hallway before she appeared his
doorway. She looked like something out of a dream. Her dark hair,
curled to absolute perfection, past her shoulders contrasting with the
wine red dress that hugged every one of her curves. Her lips, though
pulled into a grimace, were perfectly enticing due to the bright red
lipstick that stood out against her olive-toned skin. In his current
state he couldn’t be sure he wasn’t hallucinating her.
She strode over to the edge of his bed and arched an eyebrow at him. “You forget we have dinner plans?”
didn’t forget,” he mumbled raspily as he sat up in bed. “I’ve still got
at least four hours to get ready. It’s not my fault you’re so
determined to be early.”
She sent him a pitiful smile before placing the back of her hand against his forehead. “Robin… it’s already seven o'clock.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “It is not seven o'clock.”
smugly nodded her head toward the alarm clock on his nightstand. Robin
groaned once he caught sight of it. “Oh god it’s seven o'clock.”
She hummed in agreement as she nodded her head. “And you slept the day away because you’re sick.”
not,” she insisted. “Robin you have a fever, you’re surrounded by used
tissues and I’m willing to bet that sometime in the next five minutes
you’re going to have another coughing fit. Clearly we’re not going out
He grimaced as he ran his eyes over her once more. Positively stunning with nowhere to go. “I’m sorry, love.”
“Don’t apologize,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “You know I’ve always preferred a night in to a night out.”
He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly. “A night in?”
“Well you’re certainly not going to take care of yourself now, are you?” she said, slipping off her heels.
“What about Henry?”
enjoying a sleepover with his favorite aunts,” she said, throwing a
grin over her shoulder as she sauntered into his walk-in closet. Clearly
she’d expected their night to run over into the early morning. She
exited with one of his old band tee’s in hand. “If you can find the
strength to stay awake for another half-hour, I’ll have some chicken
noodle soup ready for you. And when I come to bring it in, I expect
you’ll have a Netflix video cued up for me.”
He watched her head out with a grin on his face. Whatever he did to deserve that woman he’d never know.
Exactly half an hour later Robin was still settled in bed. This time with a bowl of chicken soup and his laptop playing His Girl Friday
at the foot of his bed while his beautiful girlfriend laid her head
against his shoulder. She’d stripped out of her red dress and heels and
replaced them with his old Kinks band tee and holey pajama pants stating
“One benefit to staying in is staying comfortable.” All that remained
of her previous attire was the red lipstick that still caught his eyes
as she ate popcorn from the bowl settled in her own lap. Positively
She turned to press her hand against his forehead once more. “How are you feeling?”
“Better for having you here,” he said gratefully. “Still can’t believe you stuck around to take care of me.”
“It’s not like you were doing so well on your own,” she said with a smile. “Besides, we had dinner plans.”
scoffed at her. “Oh yes, an evening of cough syrup, chicken soup and
fever sweats, all under while under an almost certain risk of infection.
Clearly a night to remember.”
“An evening spent taking care of someone I love,” she corrected. “Why would I ever want to forget that?”
pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping to spare her from his
cold. She, however, didn’t share his reservations as placed her hands on
his cheeks brought his lips down to hers. Despite the pain in his
throat he chuckled when she finally released him. “Careful now. Wouldn’t
want you to catch a cold.”
“Worth it,” she replied with a smirk.
And she would continue to think that until she felt a tickle in the back of her own throat three days later.