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motleymunson27 · 1 year

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Princess Treatment.

Andy Biersack X reader.

Just a short fluffy little write up.

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Pretty much since the beginning of your relationship with Andy, you’ve nearly never opened a door for yourself.

Andy always opened doors. Car doors, house doors, restaurant doors, store doors.

All the doors.

Even the ones for the fridge and pantry.

Andy was the most gentleman-like out of any guy you’ve ever dated.

Andy treated his lady like a princess. Because you are his princess. At least for the time being until he can upgrade you to the Queen.

His reasoning for being such a gentleman was because that’s how his mother taught him to be like when he’s in a relationship. So he was just listening to what his mother told him.

And while you appreciated the manners, you felt like it was becoming a little too much. Andy practically did everything for you.

You were taught to be independent. You were taught that you didn’t need a man or anyone else’s money to live and that you were perfectly capable of making your own money.

However, Andy was the exact opposite.

Your very first date, Andy picked you up, got out of the drivers seat, walked up to the front door with a bouquet of red roses in hand (which definitely impressed you), gave you the flowers then opened his arm for you to slip your hand around his bicep, led you to the car and opened the passenger door, held your hand as you were getting into the passenger seat, making sure you didn’t fall as you were wearing heels that night, he even went as far as to buckle you in with a kiss on the hand before he closed your door, returned to his seat, held your hand all the way to where he was taking you with another hand kiss, and once you had arrived, Andy did the exact same thing with opening your door and helping you out.

And knowing full well what the sidewalk rule meant since he was 12 years old (😂), there was never a time where you walked on the outside of the sidewalk.

After you had ordered your dinner, Andy took your hand again and held it the entire time, just listening to you talk about whatever came up and never interrupted once until you had finished your sentence.

Ever since that first date, Andy did the exact same things every date night.

When you had first moved in together and were getting ready for date night, the princess treatment only went one way. And that way was up.

Andy helped you pick out your outfit for the night, even though he thought you looked beautiful in any outfit you chose, he helped you zip up your dress if the zipper was at the back and you couldn’t do it up yourself, he sat you down on the bed and slipped your shoes on for you, even did them up if they weren’t just regular pumps.

Andy never made you pay the bill, or even split it for that matter. The second he would see you pulling out your card, it would be going straight back into your purse because the bill would already be paid before you even could offer your card.

Even if you were wearing a jacket or claimed you weren’t cold, Andy would be offering up his jacket and slipping it around your shoulders the millisecond he witnessed one of your hands rubbing up and down your arm.

11 times out of 10 when you got back home from your night out, Andy would just pick you up from your seat and just carry you into the house. It didn’t matter if your feet hurt or not, the second your door is opened, you are in your man’s arms and he’s carrying you into your house with your shoes in his hands.

He just loved you. So much.

It didn’t stop in front of his family or bandmates either.

Andy helped you in and out of the car. He held open doors for your and his mother. He held your hand if you were walking up and down stairs. He always had a hand on you back or around your waist, sometimes around your neck because he had a habit of holding his hand around the back of your neck. He didn’t even make you sit in your own chair or remain standing if there weren’t any available chairs.

Nope.

The second he would see there were no available chairs, Andy sat you straight in his lap and carried you around wherever you wanted to go.

Andy Biersack was the exact gentleman every woman or those of womanly identification dreamed of.

He loved his princess like any man loved his woman.

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secretsandwriting · 7 months

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Random Instagram posts you've made of Andy during your relationship

Enjoy

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megay-assweirdo · 1 year

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random photos you have if you dated andy biersack

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concreteangel92 · 12 days

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See This One Shine

Andy Biersack x female reader

18+

WARNINGS: knife play, blood play (a little bit) dom/sub relationship, PiV

A/N: so this idea wouldn’t get out of my head, especially with all the new photoshoots that Andy has been releasing, he’ll be the death of me one day I swear 🥵

It’s my first time writing for Andy which is surprising as I’ve been a huge fan of BVB since the beginning, I’ve literally grown up with them haha

Obviously Andy is not married in this, I fully respect his relationship in real life, this is purely fiction!

Also respect if you catch where the title is from haha 👌🏻

Once again, this is a trigger warning for the knife play in particular, if anyone feels they will get triggered by that then please scroll on, you have been warned haha

“Is this what you wanted baby?”

You nodded quickly as your chest heaved up and down, your skin feeling the cold, sharp blade that Andy was slowly running down between your breasts.

This has all started from the new photoshoots that your boyfriend had been doing for the new era of the band, his Sweeney Todd era as it’s been dubbed. Andy always looked drop dead gorgeous in all of his photoshoots but this new look has stirred something within you. It was the cut throat razor, he looked so menacing and dangerous and seeing him with the razor for the first time had you aching.

You weren’t shy about letting your feelings be known, when he’d text you one of the photos that he was very proud of, you instantly text back ‘cut me 🥵🔪’

Now Andy at first thought it was a joke, but when he brought it home for the first time, the hungry look in your eyes couldn’t be denied. The razor, although a prop, was very real, not as sharp as it could be of course, but sharp enough that with the right pressure would slice through the skin very easily.

And now here you were, lying down on your shared bed in nothing but your black lace bra and underwear and Andy hovering over you with the blade between his fingers tracing your skin, the low light from your bedside lamp making it shine.

“I can’t hear you”

“Yes sir”

Andy hummed in response, his eyes following the blade as he gently traced it over your collarbone and up your neck, the edge pressing in that little bit more as he angled his hand to run it across like he was slitting your throat.

A audible gasp escaped your lips, you gripped the sheets beneath you while your thighs squeezed together to try and relieve some of the tension you felt building.

Andy moved the razor down and slipped it under the bra where the cups joined.

“Didn’t realise you were such a masochist baby”

He then proceeded to slice it with ease which caused you to moan softly as the fabric fell away, leaving your top half bare. Andy then very gently ran the tip of the blade around each nipple, his eyes never leaving his own movements.

You closed your eyes as you let all the sensations wash over you. You felt the razor trailing down your stomach, you opened your legs in anticipation of what you knew was coming.

“That’s my good girl”

Andy ran the razor with slightly more pressure down your thigh, the pain mixed in now more evident than before and was no doubt making the skin rise in its wake.

“F-fuck me”

“All in good time”

Andy turned the blade onto its side and ran it up your clothed cunt, no doubt soaked at this point. You let out a choked cry, you needed more, something that your boyfriend already knew.

He circled the tip of the razor around your clit carefully, your hips bucked up with need and Andy pressed his other hand onto your hip to push you back down with a deep chuckle.

“Easy baby, don’t want to cut you here”

You felt his fingers rub your skin lovingly, before he quickly sliced through the material of your underwear and watched it fall away.

You opened your eyes and glanced down.

“I liked that underwear set you know?”

His piercing blue eyes met yours and the corner of his lips raised up.

“I’ll buy you a new set”

You took in his appearance, his white shirt was nearly all the way unbuttoned, leaving his tattoos on display, his long hair was falling into his face and his trousers were clearly becoming extremely tight for him. Andy looked deliciously sinful.

“Open up for me baby”

You spread your legs wider as you heard his groan of approval.

“Now whatever you do, keep very still for me”

Using his fingers, Andy spreads your lips apart, turns the knife on its side again and you feel the cold metal drag upward, in and along your folds making your thighs twitch.

Andy brings it up and you can see it coated with your juices and you watched as he brought it to his lips and ran his tongue over the blade, your walls clutching on nothing at the sight.

“Delicious. You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet”

His head tilted and his arrogant smirk was the last straw, you reached out for him.

“Andy please”

You sounded desperate, you were so ready for him, Andy lent down and kissed you while you undone the rest of his shirt, you just couldn’t wait anymore.

Putting the razor down, you helped Andy strip out of his clothes and watched as he settled back on the headboard

“Come here beautiful”

You crawled over to him and settled yourself over his lap, you lowered yourself down and felt him stretching you open. A loud groan escaped both of you as you finally sat down fully, next to no resistance being met due to his previous ministration’s.

Andy settled his hands on your hips while you placed yours on his chest, and you started to move, allowing Andy to guide your movements, watching his face contorting in pleasure. You started off at a slow pace but neither of you were in the mood to hold back for much longer.

Andy picked the forgotten razor back up and held it up against your throat carefully which made you move your hips faster, you needed more, so much more. You brought your hand up to cover his, moved it down and pressed it onto your chest, just enough to slice the skin open slightly.

“Babe what are you doing?”

You couldn’t form any words, the pain on your chest mixed with the heat in your core caused you to let out a guttural growl that would rival his and your head fell back, you don’t know what had possessed you but it sent shock waves through your body, you were so close at this point that you needed to finish and although Andy had been taken back by your actions, you could tell he was just as turned on as you.

You weren’t expecting Andy to lean forward and lick up the fresh wound of your chest, that act making you grip onto his hair, your hips faltered in their movements and your pussy was clenching him in an iron grip, you’ve never experimented with blood before but here you are.

You pulled on his hair and he brought his head up and you smashed your lips together and instantly tasted your blood on his tongue, both of your groans lost in each other mouths.

You pulled back “I’m so close”

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, you just needed a little more, Andy snaked his hand down to your clit and started working it hard.

You let out choked out cry as you came undone and wrapped your arms around him while Andy gripped your hips and thrusted upwards hard a few times before his own orgasm followed with a loud groan and you both collapsed back onto the headboard as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

Once you’d got your breath back, you pulled back and gave him a soft kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting that”

Andy was smiling and playing with your hair, he glanced down at the cut on your chest.

“Well clean that before bed babe ok? Don’t want it to get infected”

“Sorry if it was a bit much, I don’t know what came over me”

You giggled slightly and slowly pulled yourself off of him and cuddled up into his side.

“Don’t apologise, I said I wasn’t expecting it, not that it wasn’t insanely hot”

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 7 months

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THIS MAN IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME!!!

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black--cherryy · 1 year

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Pov: You're sucking him off

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lilredniki · 7 months

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When we were young

Prompt: You want to build a blanket fort

Character: Andy Biersack

A/N: I don't own the lyrics used in this or the song. I just went with one that he sang with his wife. This is just fiction and I have nothing against his wife.

Y/n sat backstage watching her best friend and his band play for thousands of people.

When the show was almost over, she looked up and saw him motion for her to come out on stage.

She shook her head but she saw his smile.

“My best friend is here tonight but she’s being shy.” He said into the mic. “What do you think Niagara Falls, do you think we can get her to come out?”

The crowd screamed and Y/n playfully glared at him.

“Come on Y/n/n. Come on out.” He said into the mic again and the crowd started chanting.

She sighed and slowly walked out.

She walked passed Jinxx and CC to stand next to him.

He smiled. “Y/n/n has an amazing voice. Would you like to hear it Niagara Falls?”

The crowd screamed louder.

He stepped back and handed the mic to her with a big smile.

She took the mic and laughed.

“Andy should know better by now.”

Andy laughed as Jinxx moved his mic over so Andy could use it.

“So Andy, what song are you making me sing?”

“Anyone of ours that you want to sing.” Andy said with a smile.

“Fine but you owe me.” She said with a smirk. “How about When we were young.”

The crowd went nuts.

“I guess that’s your answer.”

Y/n smiled and nodded.

The guys started playing the tune as Andy and Y/n got into position.

Andy: “Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk to the way you move 'Cause everybody here is watching you 'Cause you feel like home You're like a dream come true

But if by chance you're here alone Can I have a moment before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know

You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young!

Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were before we realized We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song!”

Y/n: “I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you'd be here And I swear, you'd moved overseas That's what you said when you left me

You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young!”

Andy + Y/n: “Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were before we realized We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song!”

Y/n: “(when we were young) (When we were young) (When we were young) (When we were young)”

Andy + Y/n: “It's hard to admit that (when we were young) Everything just takes me back (when we were young) To when you were there (when we were young) To when you were there (when we were young)

And a part of me keeps holding on (when we were young)Just in case it hasn't gone (when we were young)I guess I still care (when we were young)Do you still care? (When we were young)”

Y/n: “It was just like a movie It was just like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young!

oh!(When we were young) (When we were young) when we were young (When we were young) when we were young”

Andy + Y/n: “Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were before we realized (yeah) We were sad of getting old, it made us restless (I'm getting old) Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old, it makes me reckless (yeah)

It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young”

When they were done, the crowd screamed and cheered.

Y/n looked at Andy and smiled.

“Now the world knows your voice Y/n.” Andy said with a smile.

“I think you have to add me to some other songs now to please the masses Andy.” Y/n said with a laugh.

“What do you all think. Should we have Y/n sing on some of our new songs?”

The crowd screamed yes.

Andy nodded and smiled. “Okay we will but for now, Y/n is most likely ready to get off the stage.”

“Yeah, you have one more song to sing and then we need to go to the next venue.” Y/n said before walking off the stage.

She stayed by the side as they finished the show and Andy walked off stage to her.

“Jerk!”

Andy smiled and pulled Y/n into a hug.

“I knew you wouldn’t do it any other way.”

“Yeah well you owe me and I’m ready to go back to the bus.”

Andy nodded and they walked out to the tour bus.

As they were walking, Y/n put her arm around his waist because of how short she was compared to him.

He put his arm around her shoulders with a smile.

“So what do you want to do when we get on the bus?”

“I want to build a blanket fort.”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “You want to build a blanket fort?”

She nodded.

He smiled. “Okay.”

She put her head on his shoulder as they got closer to the tour bus.

Once they got on the bus, she grabbed all the extra blankets she brought and walked to their room and dropped them on the bed.

Andy smiled and walked in behind her with more pillows.

“What do you want me to do baby girl?”

“Help me hang the blankets please. I’m too short to reach.”

Andy nodded and started hanging the blankets around the bed while she put the pillows where she wanted them.

He watched her move around the bed with a smile wondering how he got so god damn lucky to have found her when they were younger.

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chemical-killjoy · 8 months

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✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

Requests are OPEN

(and encouraged lol)

I write for a whole bunch of fandoms, but here's the ones I can think of: arcane, black veil brides, maneskin, marvel, motionless in white, my chemical romance, palaye royale, pierce the veil, the artful dodger, the raven cycle (books), and supernatural :)

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updated: 15/12/23

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

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thefaefiction · 1 year

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Skin. [Andy Biersack x Reader] [BVB]

PAIRING: Andy Biersack x Reader GENRE: Angst + fluff, comfort WARNINGS: Self harm references and themes SUMMARY: Andy comforts you after a depressive episode in which you relapse on self harm. Somehow, you're able to confide in him when things get bad.

A/N: this is super self indulgent, but i recognize that this isn't something i alone struggle with. i hope some others are able to find comfort in this piece as i did.

The good thing about Andy is that he doesn't try to tell me what I've heard already. He recognizes that telling me to stop wont work, and so he puts his efforts towards minimizing the harmful outcomes of my actions the best that he can.

And so, as the blood drips down my arms the way the tears roll down my cheeks, I silently scold myself and focus on Andy's hands. They work around my arm nimbly, wrapping it up in bandages and fastening it tightly to prevent it from slipping. My arm flinches at the final tug, stinging from the impact of the cloth to my cuts.

"Thank you," I whisper. I'm afraid if I speak any louder I'll burst into tears again.

"Of course," He speaks lowly, smiling at me. "Let's try to get some rest, yeah?"

I nod and stand up, following him into my bedroom. The room is lit dimly by a nightlight in the corner near my dresser, rain taps on the glass window above my bed and is softened by the wrestling of my duvet as we slip under the blankets. Sometimes I struggle to feel at home in this room, and yet Andy beside me makes me feel like I've reached heaven after longing for years in hell.

I lay on my side, one arm under his back and the other draped over his stomach. My head sits on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while his hand rubs my back. In the dark I can make out some of his tattoos on his free arm, tracing them lightly while I breath in his scent and let single, small, tears absorb into his black shirt.

I jump as a crash of thunder booms outside. Instantly Andy stiffens, and then takes a deep sigh when he realizes it's only mother nature. For someone who is dating a metal singer, I sure jump at the most insignificant of sounds. Sometimes I marvel in it, though, and I admire the beauty of being able to share such a quiet and intimate moment with someone who is often loud and active.

"Do you want to talk about it at all?" Andy says softly, caution in his voice. He never wants to overstep a line.

"Sometimes things just get too much," I say shakily. "It feels like the world is conspiring against me in every way possible."

I feel him nod. "I promise you that I'll be here to help ward off those things," He pauses. "Just know that when things start getting to this level I'm here for you." His hand runs up and down my spine, softly caressing my skin.

"Thank you," I whisper. "You mean a lot to me Andy."

He bends his head down and places his lips to my head. "You mean the world to me, Y/n." He kisses my hair, tightening his grip on me. "The sun, moon, and all of the stars."

"E.e Cummings," I comment on the quote.

He laughs, my head bouncing with his chest. "Get some sleep,"

I smile, holding Andy tightly. Right now, the events of an hour ago seem to be insignificant. It is a memory that I'll deal with later, and because the past cannot be changed I will chose to live in the present -- here -- next to the man I love and trust the most.

#🍇 -- thefaefiction!#andy biersack #andy biersack x reader #black veil brides #black veil brides x reader #x reader #andy black #andy black x reader #sh comfort

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ashton-is-bored · 5 months

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Dad! Andy Biersack- Fight Alone

A couple things before we start: -CW for mentions of running away from home and fighting

-This one has a lot of POV jumping, it’s only from Andy’s perspective to the reader’s though

-Can we appreciate Andy’s moobs more often? They’re GORGEOUS

Anyways…

Readers POV

I was waiting in the school’s front office for my godfather, Jinxx, to come pick me up. I’d gotten into a fight today because some jerk that’d been picking on me shoved me into my locker again. Normally, I’d brush it off and go about my day like nothing happened, but today was different. I guess the anger got the best of me because I socked that kid straight in the nose.

I knew my dad would be pissed with a capital P and would tell me that I should’ve gone to a teacher, but every time I asked for any help, I’d get the same ‘boys will be boys’ response. The only person I ever told was Jinxx, he was the only one that listened.

“Ms. Biersack, your guardian is here to pick you up.” The front office lady said, her voice was always snarky and nasally, just like her attitude.

I looked up and saw Jinxx standing there, he was dressed in his usual black outfit and to be honest, he didn’t look like he belonged in a public high school.

I got up, grabbed my bag and walked over to Jinxx without a word. He knew, and he knew I didn’t want to talk about it.

~Time skip brought to you by Andy’s moobies~

The car ride was spent in absolute silence, neither Jinxx or I spoke a word.

As we pulled into the car of my house, I noticed everyone’s cars were there. Dad must’ve been practicing when he got the call.

I was about to get out when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder and broke the silence. “Y/N, we both know your dad’s going to be pissed…” Jinxx said with a sigh before continuing. “You did the right thing. You took matters into your own hands and made it clear that you weren’t going to tolerate bullying of any kind.”

I nodded and Jinxx gave me a quick hug before we both exited the car. ‘Here goes nothing…’ I thought to myself.

As soon as I entered the house and walked into the kitchen, I was met with a loud yell from my dad. “Fighting?! Is this how I raised you, Y/N?!” My dad asked, clearly pissed off with the fact that I defended myself.

“Dad, it’s all a misunderstanding, I was just-” I tried to reason with my dad and explain what happened, only to be cut off by him yelling again.

“I don’t want to hear it!” My dad yelled again. “You are just like your mother; a reckless woman with no regard for the consequences of your actions!” That hurt. Being compared to the deadbeat woman that left us because she was too addicted to drugs to even care about the family she was leaving behind.

“Andy, you can’t say that-” Jake tried to step in, but dad cut him off just like he did to me.

“Stay out of this, Jake.” He said sternly before turning his attention back to me. “My parents were right, I should’ve put you up for adoption the moment your mother left.”

My dad had never spoken to me like this before, and it hurt like hell. For once, I just wanted him to listen and understand, not scream at me for making mistakes.

I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I pushed past him and went to my room. Dad was angrily yelling for me to get back to the kitchen because he wasn’t done talking, but I didn’t listen. I went to my room and closed the door, shutting him out.

Andy’s POV

“Get back here, young lady! You don’t get to just walk away when I’m-” My scolding was cut off when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Andy, enough!” He said sternly. “I understand that you’re angry at Y/N for what she did, but that doesn’t mean you should talk to her the way you did.”

I scoffed, too angry to care about my daughter’s emotions. I walked to the living room and the guys and I began band practice to distract myself from the disappointment in not only daughter, but with myself.

Reader’s POV

I collapsed into bed and cried into my pillow. I knew I fucked up, but my dad didn’t have any right to say what he did. Was I really like my mom? Does dad really want to get rid of me?

A million thoughts and emotions ran through my head at once, and I knew what I had to do. My dad didn’t want me around anymore, so why should I stay? I knew my dad would be busy with band practice and being angry, so he’d be distracted for at least two hours.

I got up from my bed and grabbed a notebook as well as a pen. Sitting down on my bed, I began to write the note my dad would find later.

‘To my dad, I’m sorry for turning out like mom and for always disappointing you. You were right; you should’ve listened to your parents and gotten rid of me when she left, but I guess it doesn’t matter now that I’m gone. I love you so much, dad, and I don’t want you to blame yourself for this. Tell the guys I love them and that I’ll miss them. Your daughter, Y/N Biersack.’

I tore the note from my notebook and placed it on my bed before getting up and opening my window, climbing out and using the tree outside to keep myself from busting my ass.

Andy’s POV

A few hours has passed since my argument with Y/N, and I realized that I hadn’t been up to check on her at all.

Realizing how much of a bad father this made me look like, I quickly went upstairs and knocked on my daughter’s door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” I asked, my voice didn’t sound angry anymore, I didn’t feel like arguing with her again.

I was met with silence from inside the room. Usually, if Y/N was asleep, she’d at least groan in response to my knocking, but nothing happened this time.

I was getting nervous as seconds ticked by and eventually I couldn’t handle the silence anymore, so I opened the door and walked inside.

I was met with a shock of cold air as I stepped through the doorway and I quickly realized that it was because the window was open. Confused, I walked over to close it, when my eyes fell on a note that was sitting on Y/N’s bed.

Picking up the note and reading it made my heart sink. She was gone. I felt my knees shake as they struggled not to give out and tears sting my eyes, a sob threatened to escape my lips. My daughter ran away because of me.

Reader’s POV

I walked to the old abandoned railroad tracks. The station that was attached to the tracks was abandoned as well, so it’d give me somewhere to hide and shelter myself for the time being.

I walked into the station and sat on the dusty floor against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I quickly realized that I’d forgotten to bring my jacket and my old Bowie shirt wasn’t doing much to keep me warm.

My dad’s words echoed through my head, ‘You’re just like your mother’, ‘I should’ve put you up for adoption.’ I placed a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t deserve to cry because I let everyone down, just like my mom.

Andy’s POV

I called everyone. My friends, Joe, anyone that Y/N could’ve been in contact with, but no one knew where my daughter was.

CC walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump nearly four feet in the air. I was so on edge because of the whole situation that I forgot the guys were here. “We called the cops, and they said they can’t do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours,” CC said with a sigh. “Jinxx says our best bet is to go out and look for her.”

I nodded and grabbed my jacket before joining the guys in the car, sitting in the front with the window down, yelling my daughter’s name. ‘Just come back home, baby…’ I thought helplessly.

Lonny suddenly spoke up from the back of the car. “Y/N and I walked the railroad tracks in the summer. Maybe we could look there?”

Jinxx sighed and turned the car out of the empty parking lot we’d been driving around. “It’s worth a shot.”

~Time skip part ||~

We pulled up to the abandoned tracks and got out of the car. I walked ahead of the group, hoping with my entire heart that my daughter was safe and alive.

Jinxx decided that it would be best for us to split up and search. The groups consisted of Lonny and I, and Jake and CC. Jinxx decided to search the outer areas of the abandoned station.

I walked into the dusty station with Lonny behind me. It was cold as we searched and the floorboards creaked under my boots, making the whole place seem creepier than it actually was.

As we walked, I suddenly stopped and pulled out my phone to turn on the flashlight. My heart nearly stopped when I saw it in the light.

My daughter was sitting on the dusty station floor with her knees against her chest and her arms around herself, her skin covered in goosebumps.

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around Y/N’s frigid body. Her head rested on my chest and her arms wrapped around my torso as she sobbed.

“Daddy, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything…” Her voice was broken and defeated through the tears, it was also muffled by my shirt as she buried her head into my chest.

I hushed her softly, the same way I’d do when she had nightmares as a kid. “Shhh… It’s alright, baby bat, it’s not your fault…”

A few tears slipped down my face, but I didn’t care. It was like the world didn’t exist anymore and holding my daughter was the only thing that mattered. I smoothed her hair over with the palm of my hand, slowly and gently, to soothe her while whispering soft words in her ear.

When we were finally done crying, Y/N held onto me tighter. She was shivering and I feared she’d catch a cold if I didn’t do something.

Carefully, I removed my jacket and placed it around her while continuing to shush her gently.

Lonny cleared his throat awkwardly from behind us. “I… uh… I hate to break up the father-daughter moment, but we should probably get Y/N back to the car before she freezes to death.”

I nodded and carefully picked up my daughter up. She shook the whole way to the car, even with my jacket, she was still freezing.

As I got into the car, I kept my arms around Y/N. Her head rested against my shoulder and her knees pressed against my thighs. I reached one of my hands up and brushed it against her hair.

“You really scared us there, Y/N.” Jake said, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head at him, knowing my daughter, I knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it until later. “You’ll be okay, baby bat, things are going to get better.” I whispered in her ear, attempting to make things better with my daughter.

As the car ride went on, I could feel Y/N relaxing into me, and when I looked over, she’d fallen asleep against my side. Her breath was shallow and even, her arms held my bicep as if I’d disappear if she let go, and her eyes were shut.

Jinxx pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. Lonny opened the car door while CC helped me carry Y/N inside. As I picked her up, she stirred and snuggled further into my arms. For a second, I swear I saw her as a baby again; wrapped in my arms in a Black Veil Brides shirt that was too big for her as I carried her inside after she fell asleep coming home from a show. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, how could I have been such a bad dad to such a precious girl?

I brought Y/N to the living room and laid her down on the couch before grabbing a throw blanket and covering her sleepy and shivering body with it. The guys and I decided it was best if they stayed over to help with Y/N, knowing she needed the support of her family right now.

I slipped my boots off and laid down behind my daughter, wrapping a protective arm around her as she slept.

“I will always be with you, baby bat. Daddy will always be here.” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple before laying my head down above hers and falling asleep with my baby bat in my arms.

~THE END~

#black veil brides #bvb #andy biersack #jake pitts #jinxx #cc bvb #lonny eagleton #andy biersack x reader #moobies

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bloody-delusion-expert · 11 months

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First kiss

Andy Biersack x fem!reader

Super fluffy✨👍

Y/N was buzzing with excitement as she stood in line outside the concert venue, waiting for the doors to open for her very first Black Veil Brides concert. She had been a devoted fan of the band for years, and tonight was the night she had been eagerly anticipating.Clutching her homemade sign that read, "Andy, steal my first kiss!" she couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Y/N had always admired the band's frontman, Andy Biersack, and the thought of having her first kiss with him was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.Finally, the doors swung open, and Y/N made her way inside the venue. The energy in the air was electrifying, and she could feel the excitement building up. As she found her spot near the front of the stage, she unfolded her sign and held it high, hoping that Andy would notice it.The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into cheers as Black Veil Brides took the stage. Y/N's heart raced as Andy's powerful voice filled the venue, captivating everyone in attendance. She sang along to every word, caught up in the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere.Midway through the set, Andy's piercing gaze fell upon Y/N and her eye-catching sign. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he locked eyes with her, and to her surprise, he motioned for her to come closer.Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she navigated her way through the crowd, all eyes on her. She reached the edge of the stage, barely believing what was happening. Andy extended his hand, pulling her up onto the stage beside him."Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a low whisper over the music.Y/N nodded, her voice caught in her throat, unable to form coherent words. She could hardly believe that this was actually happening.With the crowd cheering and chanting their names, Andy gently cupped Y/N's face in his hands and leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded away, and in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own private universe.As the kiss broke, Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson, and Andy's eyes sparkled with warmth. He held her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, their love and support washing over Y/N.Overwhelmed by the unforgettable experience, Y/N made her way back to her spot in the crowd, still in a daze. As the concert continued, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The memory of that stolen kiss lingered, filling her heart with joy and a sense of magic.Little did she know, that single moment would become a cherished memory, shared among millions of fans who celebrated the power of music, the connection between artists and their supporters, and the beauty of a dream brought to life. And for Y/N, that night would forever hold a special place in her heart, as the night she found her voice and the courage to chase her dreams.

#andy biersack x reader #andy black x reader #black veil brides x reader #black veil brides

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nom-nommmm1 · 28 days

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Would you guys want me to start writing for band members other than Tokio Hotel? (Ex. Andy Biersack, Kellin Quinn)

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secretsandwriting · 5 months

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hello there, I love the instagram posts, can I request more anything Andy x reader? :)

Sorry it took so long anon

#andy black x reader #andy biersack x reader #andy biersack #black veil brides smau

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undinegeist · 11 months

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don’t want to live without you

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

“Hey.” She speaks first; I’m scared, cold, shaking, outside and inside.

“Hey.”

“How was the fest?”

“Great, yeah. I’m…I’m exhausted, it was so crazy, but it was awesome too.”

She grins, and I melt, though I try not to show it.

“I saw one of the streams…you’re done collecting bras for real?”

I’d stopped doing that for Gretchen’s sake when we got back together, not caring that it made me look uncool; it was force of habit more than anything, plus it made me less of a dinosaur…Y/N’s always had a different way of thinking though.

“Are you disappointed?” I can tell she’s something that isn’t nice.

“Yeah, but…just a little.” She laughs, makes a square with her fingers, sort of nervous, but I feel something warm inside. “I like you, I just…want you to have fun. Refusing bras sounds boring.”

“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind for the next tour.” All I can hear, though, are the words ‘I like you,’ on endless repeat in my head.

“Cool…I’ll watch for that.”

“Maybe…maybe you’ll be watching from side stage.”

Her eyes glitter, and my heart’s beating so hard, I feel dizzy with it…I’m caught between wanting to slip the words back in and the thought of holding her.

“Only if you’ll let me keep them.” She smirks…and then she’s hugging me; I feel like I could fly, better than any high.

-xx-

Y/N

-xx-

He feels different, skinnier, but underneath that, I missed him so much I don’t care that he’s dressed to the nines, wearing things I’d twist my nose at…I’ll still twist it, but never hard enough to hurt him.

“I…I really missed you.” He has his fingers in my hair, but I don’t mind, unlike with most people.

“I missed you, too.”

He sighs. “Why didn’t I ask you to come with me?”

I move back just enough to look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “Because we’d just gotten fucked out of our minds and had things to sort out before we did whatever it is we’re going to do.”

“So…we’re going to do it? You still want to?”

If this was before, I’d run from the breaking in his voice, chase it with a high, fuck whoever I could find to pretend I didn’t want him…I know there’s no way around it now, even if it scares me, even if one of us goes before the other…I can never let him go, no matter how hard I try.

“I don’t want to live without you.”

He shivers, moves closer. “Is it cheesy if I kiss you?”

“Let’s give our audience what they want.”

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

She smirks, and I can’t take it, I’ve waited so long…she moves first, though, faster than me, and it barely seems to matter that I’m too tall for her; she reaches most of the way on her own, and then our tongues are flicking past each other’s, and it feels like we’ve never done this before.

-xx-

Maya

-xx-

Elias sighs, and I turn to follow his eyes; Johnny and Y/N kissing, thankfully not in the limelight this time…the damage control before was the worst.

“I guess it’s finally happening, huh?”

“Did you ever think it wouldn’t? After the shenanigans at the pool in the UK…”

“That was what I thought would kill it. Plus…I thought it’d be Lily, not Y/N.”

I shudder. “Thank God it’s not Lily.”

He nods, but he’s distracted. “Well…I guess he’ll need a new assistant.”

“No, I won’t.”

He comes out of nowhere, arm around her, and though I’m not surprised, Elias starts.

“You’ll be giving me a heart attack, moving like that, kid.”

He’s laughing, patting Elias on the shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be louder next time.”

“That’s the only thing I miss from your wasted days…we could all hear you coming a mile away.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “Thanks. Listen…we’re gonna duck out for a minute.”

“To go where?!”

“Nowhere dangerous, promise.” Y/N looks him straight in the face, and that calms him; he’s always trusted her when it comes to Johnny, though his eyes narrow a moment later.

“You’re not getting matching tattoos, are you?”

The look in both their eyes give them away; Elias is going red in the face, and honestly, it’s funny.

“It’s Christmas Eve, we’re in the snow, where are you even going to find someone at this hour?! If you make them visible, how will we explain it when you’re seen together working, it’s…”

“El, please…” Oh God. They look too amused; I’m worried. “Come on. Johnny has a million tattoos, what’s one more?”

“Plus, we’ll be getting them somewhere with restricted access.” He does something with his tongue that has me trying not to laugh - or gag - though Elias only goes redder.

“Not on your asses!”

They’re laughing as they leave, passing Adam and Janis out the door, gone, though Elias is still sputtering like their mad old grandpa…

“What is going on here?” Adam, as ever, is puzzled, staring after them…and their held hands.

“They’re going out to get matching tattoos! On Christmas Eve!”

The indignation. I can’t hold it any longer; I’m laughing as he goes on a tirade, completely unnecessary, part of his charm. One of my favorite things about him.

“Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.”

“I did.” Janis pipes up.

“Of course, of course you did, my love. So perceptive.” She hits him for his sarcasm, and somehow, he’s chasing her around the house.

I turn to Elias. “Well.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do with all these damn kids.”

“Wait til the rest get here.”

He side-eyes me. “You’re the Devil, woman.”

“Nah, I’ll help you with them.”

“Thank you.”

We go to the kitchen, get started on dinner…before long, Vivian’s mother is helping, and then so is Vic; the house is full, Johnny and Y/N get back from the tattoos they refuse to speak about or - much to Elias’ relief - show.

Eventually we all sit down to eat, and it feels strangely safe…a place I never expected to get, with all these people who have suddenly become a better family than the one I came from.

#johnny faust #johnny faust x reader #andy black x reader #andy biersack x reader #american satan #paradise city

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remingtonisleithal · 2 years

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Mortician's Daughter

Andy Biersack x female reader

Word Count: 3.2k...

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, big on the angst, pregnancy and miscarriage/still birth I think that's it.

Summary: it's my take on a fic based on the song mortician's daughter. For added angst, listen while reading. Warning, I made myself cry by writing this, but it does have a happy ending. It's also kinda bad as I wrote it fast and haven't really edited. Sorry! If you like, please reblog!

They were only teenagers. Just kids, messing around, trying knew things. Falling in love. It all went down so fast. But they'd rather the pain of the empty ending than banish the beginning.

On a hot summer day, Y/N was struggling with school. Socialising was terrifying, her few friends weren't so friendly and she was terrified to start her last year. Again. The bell rang and she got up, dusting the grass off her skirt and walking her way to room 15 when she slammed into some.

“Oh, sorry,” both mumbled in sink. Y/N looked up into the vibrant blue eyes of a face she'd never seen before. They both smiled at each other, anxious to get to class. Y/N made it just on time, sliding into a desk near the back of the room. At least then she could hide.

“Alrighty everyone, welcome back to school. I hope your holidays have been good and well rested to prepare you for the big school year!” Mr White said, tormenting students with the fact that it was their last year of school, like they didn't know the hell ahead. But it was more than any of them knew.

Then there was a knock on the classroom door, and Mr White opened the door to find Mr Hallway/Mr Blue Eyes. He looked in the room and held up a hand to say hi.

“OK everyone, new student. You know the drill, be nice, make friends and he does not come from Russia, so don't let another Brody happen, OK?”

“Ay, fuck off sir!” Brody (famous for pretending to be Russian for 2 terms until an actually Russian kid spoke to him) defended light-heatedly.

Mr White pulled a face back. Ah, school.

“This is-” Mr White dragged out until Blue Eyes spoke.

“Hi, my name's Andy.” His voice was darkly heavenly. Y/N felt weak. Oh no no no, it's WAY too early for this, Y/N told herself.

“OK Andy, take any spot available and don't let these guys scare ya.”

Andy looked around the room and recognized Y/N. Wanting to make a friend he sat next to her.

“Hey, I'm so sorry for crashing into you earlier,” He said, dumping his bag at his feet. “I'm Andy.” he said, stupidly, mentally cursing himself. Wow, great intro, he thought.

“No, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going,” Y/N managed, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. “I'm Y/N,” she said, smiling.

The class went on, but Y/N was hardly able to think. The guy next to her was too damn cute, with piercing blue eyes, deep voice, black hair and a lip ring. A lip. Ring. And she was supposed to concentrate when she was sitting next to him?? Impossible.

The bell rang and Y/N jumped a little, startled. She saw Caitlin look at her and laugh. Y/n just sighed, and shoved her book deep in her bag.

“Hey, um, what class do you have next?” Andy asked. Y/N turned around fast, eyes wide.

“Oh, um, lemme check,” she pulled out her new schedule to find period 2, English.

“English, room 10. You?” She asked, fiddling with her bag.

“Oh cool, I've got the same. Mind if I sit next to you again?”

It was this simple sentence that started their friendship. At the end of the week they met up for lunch, talking the whole time about their passions and dreams. Two weeks later Andy was having dinner at Y/N's house and watching movies all night.

A month after that, Andy and Y/N were standing side by side, watching the sun set over mountains, leaning on the railing at a lookout. They could each feel their rapid heartbeats, energy rise just from sanding so close.

“Y/N,” Andy mumbled, looking over at his best friend.

“Yes?” she replied, voice high with anxiety.

“I... Would you...” he chewed his lip ring and turned back to the sunset, gathering his courage. “Can I do something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N wasn't sure she knew what Andy was going to do, but was surprised when she felt him hand on her neck, gently guiding her lips towards his. Eyes fluttering shut, the two of them lost themselves in each other.

Kisses led to dates, which led to first love, vulnerable and new, scared but brave, determined to love with all they had. They were perfect for each other, and for a few months the world slipped away. All that mattered was Andy's laugh and Y/N's smile.

One night when Y/N's parents were out of town, there was a knock on the door.

Y/N rushed downstairs to open the door, knowing it would be her boyfriend, her soulmate, Andy. And being Andy meant she didn't need to change out of her pj's... But maybe taking her hair out of a ponytail might be nice.

The door opened to reveal a bouquet of roses of all colours—including blue and black roses, which took Andy a long time to dye—and behind the flowers, stood a boy in a leather jacket, eyes like the moon and smile brighter than the sun.

“Andyyy,” Y/N said, in way of thanking him.

“Y/Nnnn” Andy replied, saying 'you're welcome'.

Andy wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed her deeply, while she brought her hand to the back of his neck. Staying kissing, the pair moved back into the house, shutting the door. As the kiss grew in intensity, the pair climbed the stairs, hand in hand, until they reached Y/N's room. Passionate kisses turned into more, and they became bound to each other in a way neither would expect.

Only a month later Y/N stumbled against the bathroom wall, sliding down and sitting on the floor in shock. Positive. She was pregnant. But she was barely 18! What was she going to do, what would she tell Andy? Oh my gosh, what about her parents? They'd be so disappointed. She couldn't tell anyone. She'd just get an abortion. But how? With no money, no support, no ride? She couldn't keep it secret forever. She needed to talk to Andy, he'd know what to do, and he'd support her no matter what. Just the thought of him calmed her down.

Picking up her phone, she texted him.

Hey baby, she typed out, then deleting. Baby. Nope, nope, not thinking about that right now.

Hey, can we talk?

Her phone buzzed within seconds.

Uh oh. Good talk or bad talk?

Y/N: I'm not sure. I'm scared.

Andy: I can be over in a few

Y/N: No please don't come over. Can I go to yours?

Andy: Of course xxx

Y/N picked herself up off the floor and wiped the tears from her face. After a deep breath, she wrapped the pregnancy test up in toilet paper, put it in her bag, and went to Andy's.

Andy knew something was wrong, if not by the text, by the red, puffy eyes of his girlfriend. The second he opened the door and took one look at her, she was pulled into his chest, as he left kisses in her hair.

“C'mon in.” He mumbled, holding her hand and shutting the door.

Once the pair was safely in Andy's room, Y/N started crying and shaking. Andy guided her to his bed where she sat for a minute, taking deep breaths.

“OK. Um. Andy. I have something to tell you.” her shaking voice scared him, but he steeled himself, determined to replace her tears with a smile, even if it meant only being friends.

Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out the test. Andy sank down to the floor in shock.

“Say something,” Y/N whispered. “Please.”

“I love you. I'm not leaving unless you tell me to. Whatever you need, Y/N, I'm here, OK? I'm gonna support you through this, no matter what.”

Those words, while exactly what she needed to hear, caused Y/N to burst into uncontrollable tears, sobbing hysterically in her love's arms.

Many months later, Y/N was in hospital, giving birth. And though he was late, Andy was there as soon as he could, soothing his girlfriend and holding her hand, helping however he could for the birth of his son and the sake of his love.

Then one of the worst things that could happen, did. What should have been a healthy baby boy never took his first breath. There was screaming and crying, but not that of an infant.

Y/N held tight to her baby boy, crying over the smallest corpse, as a shattered Andy sobbed with her, ignoring the nurses and laying beside Y/N to hold them both.

No amount of tears would wash out the pain.

A year later, Y/N and Andy were still together, recovering from their loss, never losing their love. But their time together had an expiry date. It was set those years ago, Andy's flight to LA. He was going to be a singer. They booked the flight together, for both of them, in a haze of romance determined dreams. They were going to make it.

But life had other plans, and Y/N had to look after her family for a while, whilst her parents recovered and got back on their feet. She couldn't go with him. But she wasn't going to stop the love of her life from his dreams, just cause of a silly girl like herself.

They walked into the airport, air humid from the rush of passengers. Andy pulled one of his suitcases, Y/N pulled the other, determined to be helpful before she breaks down.

Then it was time to say goodbye.

They knew the chances of lasting long distance were low, and they'd be busy, there would be time difference, and they each thought the other could easily fall for someone better who could physically be there for them. Even if their lives where each other.

A single tear slid down Y/N's cheek. Andy wiped the tear away with his thumb, bringing her in for a kiss. After a long, slow kiss, which all but said 'I love you', Andy pulled away. Forehead pressed to Y/N's, he spoke.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, with a low voice. “Please, open your eyes. I need to see your eyes before I go.” With that a tear slipped down his face, and Y/N opened her eyes.

“There's my favourite blue eyes,” she sniffled. He let out a small laugh. “I love you, you know.”

Andy just nodded, holding her hand with one hand, her cheek with the other.

“And I always will.”

“I will always love you, too.”

She kissed his hand that was on her cheek, and he pulled away. She watch Andy walk further away from her, each step another crack in her broken heart. She was just about to leave herself when he turned around.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N! I'LL BE BACK, I PROMISE!” Andy yelled, waving, desperate not to leave, unable to stay. It was his fate to go. Then, he whispered it again, “I love you.” and while she couldn't hear it, Y/N knew the movement of his mouth.

She yelled tried to yell back.

“I-” but her voice broke. She held up her hands in the shape of a heart, and whispered “I love you too.”

Andy smiled. Nodded. And got on the plane.

It was a cold sleepless night in another hotel bed. Andy was tossing and turning, trying to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes he just saw Y/N. It had been a year. But his love was never gone.

Grabbing himself a pen and paper, Andy got out of bed and sat at the table in the hotel room, leaving only a dim lamp on. And he started to write.

Tears slipped down his face. But he kept writing. It was the only thing he could do, remember and write, or regret and fall apart.

“I open my lungs dear

I sing this song at funerals... no rush.

These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.

Baby boy you've held so tightly,

This pain it visits almost nightly

Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.”

“I will await dear, a patience of eternity, my crush.

A universal still.

No rust.

No dust will ever grow on this frame,

One million years, and I will say your name.

I love you more than I can ever scream.

We booked our flight those years ago,

I said, "I love you, " as I left you.

Regrets still haunt my hollow head,

But I promised you I will see you again, again.”

Black Veil Brides. Andy's band. Y/N was so proud of him. Every time she heard their music, she couldn't help but smile, even if that smile killed her a little. She was happy for him, and sad for her. But she only cared that he was happy.

She'd just woken up, her dog barking again at the postie. Why can't they just be friends? She thought to herself as she got out of bed. It was too late, she was already awake, might as well get some food.

After breakfast Y/N got the post from the letter box. Riffling through, bored, she walked inside. Bank, bank, bills, bills, bills, mum and dad, me, bi—oh shit I got one.

She recognized the hand writing. She stopped walking, in the middle of the front yard. Dropping the other letters, she scanned the envelope addressed to her. She opened the letter so carefully the envelope didn't rip.

Unfolding the letter, she took a deep breath and started to read.

“Dear Y/N,

I'm not sure if you'll even get this letter, but I have to try. I hope you're doing well, and your parents are healthy again. I hope you still have that beautiful smile, the one that means so much to me.

You don't need to answer this letter if you don't want to, but I can't stop thinking about you. I promised I'd be back. And, well, my band and I are performing back home. Maybe I could see you again? If you would like.

This letter is saying way more than I was planning, the main reason I'm writing is I've written a song for you. It's called mortician's daughter. These are the lyrics,”

Y/N read the lyrics and broke down, sitting on the grass, wiping tears away as though it would wipe the memories. Anything but facing this pain. She missed him more than she could bare. And his words only made her love him more. But he was not there.

She got to the end and saw 2 tickets were tapped the bottom of the letter.

“I put 2 tickets if you want to come, I'm not sure if you'll bring someone with you though. If you do, they're welcome backstage too.

Love,

Andy”

There were no kisses like there used to be. But he wrote her a song. He said he loves her. Was it just for the song? Y/N picked up the letter and walked inside before she could overthink.

It had been near two years since that fateful flight, and Y/N was terrified to go to a concert. She wore her favourite outfit, and the leather jacket that Andy had left a her house those years ago. The familiarity soothed her.

The drive to the concert wasn't long, but the wait to go inside was eternity. She wanted to watch the concert before meeting him again. After all, Black Veil Brides wasn't just her favourite band because of Andy (though that certainly helped).

When the doors opened, and others rushed to buy merch and go to the toilet after waiting in line for hours, Y/N got as close to the stage as possible. She watched the opening band. She watched everyone come on stage. And she saw Andy.

Andy greeted the crowd, eyes searching for Y/N's. Just as Andy was about to announce what song they'd play, he saw her. Their eyes met. His breath caught. For a second, there was no one else in that room. Only Y/N and Andy.

“Actually, for a change we're gonna start with a song called Mortician's Daughter, if that's OK with you guys,” he said, turning around to check with his band, all of which nodded and said 'yeah'.

Andy sang from his heart, hardly moving the whole song, putting everything he had into the song. The audience sang along, but Y/N just stood there, paralyzed. Looking up at the man she had loved since she was 17 and bumped into him in a school hallway.

By the end of the song, Andy looked directly into her eyes as he say “now I'm home again”. Y/N couldn't stop the tear from falling, and as the crowd cheered, Andy blinked back tears, looking up.

After the concert, Y/N lingered as the crowd dissipated. Then a bouncer came up to her and asked her name. Once he heard it, he asked if she wanted to go backstage. She walked down through the door with a pounding heart, and at the end of the hallway was another door.

“They'll be in there,” he said with a smile.

OK. I can do this. Just going to see Andy. An old friend. Who you loved and still love. And it's bee years, well, nearly 2. OK not helping. Shit, I can't do this-

Just as she was about to talk herself out of it, the door opened, and out walked CC.

“Oh hi! Hey guys, we got a meet and greet!” CC announced excitedly. “Wait, are you...?” he asked.

“Y/N,” she replied.

“Hey, come on in,” he held the door open for her. “By the way, it's nice to meet ya.”

Y/N walked into a small room, full of heat and smelling of sweat, as the guys cooled down from playing under the intense stage lights. CC stood behind her, Lonnie and Jinxx sat on a lounge, Jake was standing at a water cooler. And Andy was in the middle of the room, standing. She could just about see his heart pounding.

The silence in the room became uncomfortable, and the guys took it as a hint to leave.

“Yeah, we'll just ah,” CC said, as they headed out. Jinxx winked at Andy and Jake rolled his eyes at him.

Once the door was such, Andy had the courage to speak.

“You actually came.” he stated the obvious.

“Yeah.”

“Alone?” he asked, but was really asking, 'are you dating anyone'.

“No one to take with me.” she said, knowing what he meant and saying 'no'. “What you said, in the song, is it-”

“Yes,” they both laughed awkwardly as he didn't let her finish. “It's true, if that's what you mean.”

“It is?”

“I still love you. I always will.”

Y/N walked forward in large, confident strides, not stopping until she crashed her lips onto Andy's. Surprised, he stilled for a moment, but then melted back into her arms. They kissed and kissed, smiled and cried tears of relief and kissed. And when they stopped to breath, Andy looked Y/N in the eyes.

"I've missed you so much," Y/N said, with a small sob. "I love you Andy."

“I love you, Y/N," he cupped her cheek, looked her deep in the eyes, and pressed his forehead against hers. "With you, I'm home again.”

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