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ashton-is-bored · 1 year ago

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Monte Money HCs NSFW after the cut

-I feel like Monte is less open about your relationship

-Like, y’all will hold hands and he’ll put his arm around your waist, but he doesn’t really like that much PDA (honestly same)

-But when you guys are alone…

-He’s the biggest baby when it comes to cuddles

-When he’s lying on your chest, he gets all mushy and talks everything he loves about you

-Sleepy mumbles like “You’re so pretty, my love” and “What if we kissed as worms on strings?”

-If you’re on his chest or being the little spoon, he’ll move the collar of your shirt just to kiss your shoulder (this made more sense in my head)

-Did I mention that he’s a sucker for cuddles?

-When I tell you Monte has the most soothing voice ever

-Like

-I can’t be the only one that finds his voice soothing and attractive

-Anyways

-Monte’s voice is soothing

-I’ll shut up now

NSFW

-Monte isn’t a bottom, but he’s not a top either (if ya know what I mean)

-He’s less on the vocal side, but he definitely makes whimper-like noises when he’s close

-He’ll dig his face into the crook of your neck whenever he’s close/finishing

-His favorite place to leave hickeys is your shoulders, collarbone, and chest. He prefers to be discreet about them rather than having them on full display

-His favorite place to cum is your stomach or thighs

-I feel like Monte is bigger on pleasuring you, than himself

-Like, you could give him head, and then he’ll make sure you also get to have an orgasm

-Y’all don’t have sex that much, but when you do, he makes sure to make it last

-Goes buck wild when you ride him

-Imagine riding him while he’s staring up at you with those big brown eyes (I’m foaming at the mouth)

-Not really a dirty talker or a praiser because he’s too busy bottoming the fuck out, but he’ll whimper out a few “So perfect”’s or “Just like that”’s

-He’s open to domming, but he’ll always make sure that he’s not hurting you in any way shape or form

Aftercare

-He’ll take care of you no matter what y’all did or who was doing all the work

-He has a bag of wipes by the bed that he’ll use to clean you up, but he has like a whole ass basket of aftercare supplies

-The basket includes snacks, comfy clothes, wipes, and fluffy blankets

-You could’ve rode the living brains out of him, and he’d still clean you up and give you all the cuddles your cold dead heart desires

-Sometimes you’ll have to remind him to take care of himself because he’s too busy tending to you

-Firm believer that Monte will trace the hickeys he left on your neck and shoulders while you recover

-He’ll carry you around afterwards

-If you’re too tired or sore to get dressed, he’ll help you

-Always makes sure to get you snacks and a bottle of water

-Such a praiser oml

-Stuff like “You make me feel so good, my love” and “What’d I do to deserve you?”

#monte #escape the fate #etf #headcanon #headcanons #not safe fw #monte money

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ashton-is-bored · 1 year ago

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Craig Mabbitt x Younger-sister! Reader- Only A Text Message Away

Synopsis: Craig’s little sister suffers from anxiety, making school really hard for her. When Craig has to separate from his baby sister and leave her to face her hell of an English class all by herself, things go wrong very quickly.

Craig’s POV

Sitting with my little sister at lunch wasn’t something out of the ordinary for us. Y/N didn’t like how loud it got in the lunch room, so we always sat outside near the football field where no one could bother us.

“I really don’t want to go to English next period, the teacher always yells at me for no reason and the assignments are always too confusing.” Y/N told me. Ms. Jenkins was the freshmen English teacher, and the only reason she hadn’t been fired was because the school couldn’t afford to hire another English teacher. She terrorized my poor baby sister who was just trying to survive the day.

“I know, I wish you could just come with me to calculus.” I said in a half-joking manner. Both Y/N and I hated math with a burning passion. That got a small smile out of her, but it quickly disappeared when the bell rang signaling the start of fourth period. “C’mon, munchkin, I’ll walk you to class.” I sighed, getting up and offering her my hand to help her up.

Y/N’s POV

As Craig and I got closer to my English class, my anxiety only got worse. Craig reached down, giving my hand a gentle squeeze to reassure me that everything would be okay, but I couldn’t believe that. My mind raced with every possible thing that could go wrong today. ‘What if I have a panic attack? What if Ms. Jenkins yells at me again? What if she calls on me and my brain freezes up, and I stop talking?’

Before I knew it, we were standing outside Ms. Jenkins’s room. “Remember, I’m only a text away. You’ll be okay, just breathe.” Craig told me as he pulled me into a quick side hug before leaving to go to his calculus class.

As soon as I walked into class and sat down, I knew Ms. Jenkins was going to be harder on me than usual. Craig’s words repeated in my head, ‘You’ll be okay, just breathe.’

~Time skip~

As I worked on an assignment for some novel we were reading in class, Ms. Jenkins made an effort to consistently loom over my shoulder and breathe down my neck, which was making it difficult for me to stay calm.

When the assignment was finished, the teacher took it and began looking over it with a clearly judgmental attitude. “These are all wrong, Y/N, redo it. Now.” She told me.

“I don’t understand, what did I get wrong?” I asked, attempting to sound brave despite the fact that I was crying on the inside.

Instead of answering my question like a normal person, she slammed her hand down on my desk and got into my face. “Are you talking back to me, young lady?!” Ms. Jenkins practically screeched. All eyes turned to my desk, making me want to curl up in a ball and die.

At this point, I couldn’t hold back my anxiety and fell completely silent as my knees started to bounce with nervous anticipation. “Well? Are you going to answer me or are you going to continue to act disrespectful to an authority figure!”

When I still didn’t say anything, no matter how hard I tried to force any form of a word out, Ms. Jenkins snapped at me again. “Go to the dean’s office!”

I quickly grabbed my bag and left the room to go to Mr. Ford’s office. He wasn’t that bad of a dean, but I couldn’t help feeling like a bad person for getting sent to the office. ‘When Craig finds out, he’ll be pissed… They’ll call mom and it’s no telling how long I’ll be grounded for…’

My hands shook uncontrollably as I sat in the dean’s office. Craig and mom had talked to the principal and the dean about my anxiety at the beginning of the year, and I guess Mr. Ford noticed that I was actively dying because the first thing he said to me was, “Y/N, do you need me to call your brother?”

Unable to speak, I nodded. A small voice in the back of my head was scolding me for having to bother my brother because of one of my stupid anxiety attacks, but I pushed it aside. My brother was the only one that could help me through these intense anxiety attacks.

Craig’s POV

Calc was boring as usual. The teacher had spent the first half hour talking about his cats and his divorce, and now he was bitching about how far behind we are in the curriculum. To be honest, I stopped paying attention after five minutes.

However, I was brought back into reality when the phone rang. The teacher quickly ran to pick it up and to my surprise, his eyes turned to me. Once the call was over, my calculus teacher made his way over to my desk where he leaned down. “Craig, you’re needed in the dean’s office, Mr. Ford said-” Before he could finish his sentence, I was up and out of the room with my backpack barely hanging onto my shoulder. That god damn English teacher went too far today.

As soon as I entered Mr. Ford’s office, I was by my baby sister’s side with my arms around her. “Craig, I’m sorry… I just asked a question, and Ms. Jenkins sent me out…” Y/N said against my chest. Her whole body was shaking and her breathing was rapid, I feared Y/N would faint if she didn’t get her breathing under control.

“Hey, hey… Don’t try to explain anything right now, just breathe with me. I’m not angry at you, munchkin.” I told her softly and reassuringly. My hand instinctively began to rub her back and shoulder. “Just try to breathe. Remember those breathing exercises that I taught you? Use those and try to focus on me.”

I guided Y/N through the breathing exercises and continued to hold her. Minutes felt like hours as the anxiety attack dragged her through the depths of hell, but after a while, she finally found her breath. After the initial storm died down, Mr. Ford came back into the room. “I’ve called your mother,” he began, glancing at Y/N, who was practically hidden in my arms, before settling his eyes back on me. “She’ll be here to pick you two up soon.”

I nodded, looking down at Y/N and giving her a gentle nudge to help her get up. “Mom’s on her way. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”

With a weak nod, Y/N got up, but stayed tucked underneath my arm the entire time. She was in one of her post-anxiety attack states; she wouldn’t talk or even socialize, and she’d panic if anyone touched her. I was usually the only one she would willingly be around when she got like this.

I kept my arm around my sister’s shoulder as I guided her to the front office where our mom would pick us up. Both our bags were slung over my shoulder and occasionally I’d re-adjust them to prevent them from falling.

“You’ll be okay, munchkin,” I said in her ear. “I’m only a text message away from being right by your side.”

#escape the fate #craig mabbitt #baby sister #big brother #siblings #sibling dynamics

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ashton-is-bored · 2 years ago

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Gender Dysphoria- TX2

Trans FTM! Reader (for my fellow trans pookies)

-I feel like Evan would just KNOW when you’re having dysphoria

-If you’ve been binding for too long, this man will pick you up, take you to the bedroom, and help you get your binder off

-Mans really said:

-If they fit you, he’ll give you one of his hoodies or something so you don’t have to look at yourself

-I feel like if someone misgenders you or deadnames you (on purpose) Evan will be like “Actually, HE likes to be called (whatever name you like to be called), so please respect HIS pronouns”

-He’s just a silly lil guy that just wants to be ur night in shining armor against the evil dysphoria

-If he’s at the studio and you’re having trouble with your dysphoria, he’s there in two seconds flat

-Evan is defo your biggest ally (he’s also stated multiple times that he’s bi)

-On days that you don’t want to look at yourself, he’ll lay on top of you or cover you with blankets

-He calls himself your “invisibility cloak”

-Constant reminders that your a handsome/ pretty boy who he loves so much

-It’s basically become a daily thing

-One time woke you up at like midnight because he forgot to compliment you

It went something like this:

You: “Evan, it’s like midnight; what could you possibly want?”

Evan: “I forgot to tell you that you’re a pretty boy and I worship the ground you walk on”

-Firm believer he’d fight a bitch for you

-He’d distract you from your dysphoria by making jokes or singing to you

-Did I mention that he’d fight a bitch?

-Probably barked at a transphobe once

#tx2 #transgender #trans ftm

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ashton-is-bored · 2 years ago

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Imagine

(I’m stealing the character from Maleficent because I can, teehee)

“They were an unlikely pair; a myth and a human.”

Johnnie loves scary and supernatural things, so when he found out about a supposedly “enchanted” forest, he was quick to pack a bag and take off.

At first, it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. Just a forest with dead leaves, brush, and a few small animals here and there. That was, until Johnnie came to the realization that something or someone was watching him. Johnnie turned around and saw… nothing.

No one was there, just him and the dead leaves that littered the ground around him.

Confused, Johnnie continued walking, until he heard the sound of a branch snapping. He immediately stopped walking and turned around, bringing his guard up incase he was about to be attacked. “Who’s there?” Johnnie asked in a loud voice, it was obvious that he was scared of whatever was following him by the shakiness in his voice.

When he got no response, he asked again, but this time with a more serious tone. “Who is out there?”

There was a rush of wingbeats and the limbs of the trees were tossed, making Johnnie’s panic rise. When he looked ahead, he noticed a girl perched on one of the branches of the trees, but there was something off about the girl. She had two large black wings growing out of her back. The feathers looked soft as crushed velvet, and shone as they caught the light, making her look even more beautiful.

“Who… what… are you…?” Johnnie couldn’t even form a coherent sentence he was so confused and nervous.

The girl cocked her head to the side, a birdlike action that made butterflies beat their wings against Johnnie’s stomach. “What are you?” The girl asked.

“I asked you first.” Johnnie stated as he tried to hold his ground and not flip out at the obvious non-human entity in front of him.

The girl let out a small laugh, a bittersweet sound that fell smoothly from her lips. “I’m Y/N, I protect the Moors.”

Johnnie looked around confused, “The… Moors?”

The girl, now known as Y/N, nodded. “This forest is called the Moors. Many humans stay away from here because they think it’s dangerous. Why are you here?” She asked, her wings fluttering and stretching slightly to be more comfortable.

“I… I heard about this place from a friend and thought it’d be cool to explore. I’m sorry for intruding on your land, I’ll… I’ll leave…” Johnnie said nervously, turning around and getting ready to walk back to the entrance of the clearing that lead to the Moors.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, jumping from her perch and landing in the grass a few feet away from him. “You don’t have to leave…”

Johnnie turned back to the winged girl, “what do you mean?” He asked. What he didn’t know was that Y/N also had butterflies and was secretly enjoying all of his questions; she thought it was adorable how curious he was.

“I mean…” She hesitated before continuing, her face flushing slightly as she held out her hand to Johnnie. “I could show you the Moors if you’d let me. They really are a beautiful place.”

Johnnie smiled and nodded, taking Y/N’s hand and walking through the forest with her. As they walked, Johnnie noticed that one of Y/N’s great wings hovered over his shoulder as if to protect him. He felt his heartbeat pick up slightly at this action, no girl had ever treated him like this.

As time went on, Y/N and Johnnie grew increasingly closer. Johnnie would visit the Moors almost every day to see Y/N, who always brought him small crystals and shiny things she found on her patrols of the Moors. Johnnie would tell Y/N stories about the human world, which never failed to fascinate and delight her.

They were an unlikely pair; a myth and a human. Yet they both felt that when they were around each other, all was right in the world.

One evening, almost a year after their first encounter, Johnnie and Y/N were sitting on the riverbank of the Moors together. Y/N’s wings were relaxed behind her and her head was placed against his shoulder as Johnnie gently ran his fingertips across the soft feathers.

Johnnie leaned his cheek against the top of Y/N’s head. They sat in a comfortable silence, the river rushing in front of them and the sound of the trees gently swaying in the breeze created a serene atmosphere, as if the only beings in that moment were the two of them.

“The Moors always felt like a lonely place before you showed up.” Y/N said, her voice was always soft like satin.

Johnnie pressed a soft kiss to her head, “I never expected to meet you, but ever since you came into my life, I can’t get you out of my head.”

Y/N wrapped her wing around Johnnie, something she’d done ever since she gotten comfortable with him, and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder in an affectionate gesture.

“Johnnie, I… I don’t know how to say this, but…” Y/N seemed conflicted, she was trying to explain her feelings, but even she didn’t understand them.

Johnnie cracked a small smile and lifted Y/N’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. He brought his face down to hers, but hesitated. Did he really want this? Did Y/N want this, or would she hate him afterwards?

His thoughts were erased when Y/N leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a soft, warm kiss. Johnnie’s lips were soft, and the cold of his piercings made things even better. Y/N’s lips felt like velvety pillows against his, the way they were parted slightly made Johnnie’s face flush.

When they pulled away, Johnnie rested his forehead against Y/N’s. Her wings wrapped around him and their hand’s interlaced with each other. “We are an unlikely couple, aren’t we?” Johnnie asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“The stranger the better.” Y/N whispered against his lips.

The two knew that they’d be judged anywhere else, but in this moment, they didn’t care. Y/N and Johnnie had each other, and that’s all that mattered.

~THE END~

IK the ending could’ve been better, but I’m so tired rn. I might change it later, but idk. Sorry!

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #imagine #i’m fucking tired

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ashton-is-bored · 2 years ago

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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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ashton-is-bored · 2 years ago

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I’m posting another dad! Andy Biersack oneshot, but it’s going to be longer than the last one and the plot is going to be THICC

Idk when it will be out, but hopefully it will be soon

Also, I know I’m doing two of these, but I have a lot of ideas and Andy is one of my favorite people ever, so sue me

-Ash

#coming soon #black veil brides #bvb

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ashton-is-bored · 2 years ago

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Dad! Andy Biersack- Forgotten

I just wanna put a little note/ disclaimer: in this story, Jinxx is depicted as the godfather, but it has absolutely nothing to do with religion. Also, this takes place in the Wild Ones era, but Lonny is there because I said so. Okay, bye!

Andy’s POV

The guys and I were in the studio discussing plans for the new music video, but my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing something, or that there was something I’d forgotten to do.

“So, does anyone have any ideas for the music video or-” Jinxx was cut off by the door opening and my fifteen year old daughter, Y/N, walking in. Her school bag was slung over her shoulder and she was slightly out of breath, her nose was red from how cold it was outside.

“Thanks for forgetting to pick me up from school, dad, I really enjoyed walking five miles to the studio in the middle of November.” Y/N’s voice was sarcastic, but I could tell she was really hurt by my forgetfulness.

I sighed, extremely disappointed in myself for being such a careless father. “Y/N, baby bat, I’m so sorry. We were just so busy and it must’ve slipped my mind.”

I walked over and gave Y/N a huge hug. She hugged me back, but it wasn’t how she always hugged me. It was like a half-assed hug. “It’s fine, dad. It doesn’t matter.” My daughter’s voice still sounded hurt, and she had every right to be.

I felt really bad and was about to apologize again when Jinxx, Y/N’s godfather, spoke up. “Here, hun, why don’t you sit down and you can sit with us while we talk about our new music video.”

Y/N sat down between Jinxx and Jake while I sat on the floor with Lonny and CC. She took out her homework and began working on it, but if I knew anything about my daughter, it was that she worked to distract herself from her emotions.

Y/N’s POV

He forgot me. He forgot his own daughter, even after I called him and Jinxx twice. I was upset, but I refused to cry in front of my dad or my uncles.

I loved my dad to pieces, but sometimes it felt like he just wouldn’t listen to me. Any time I tried to talk to him it was always the same answer. ‘Sorry, baby bat, one of the guys needs help with something’ or ‘Y/N, I’m busy, go talk to Jake or Jinxx if you need something.’

Dad and the other’s were talking about the new music video for their album, Wretched and Divine. I would’ve paid attention and helped them with ideas like I always do, but I was busy working on my homework to distract myself from the crying session I’d be having when we got home.

Eventually, dad and Lonny got up to go record something, leaving me, CC, Jake, and Jinxx, alone in the room.

“And then there were four.” CC said from his spot on the carpet. I didn’t react, only continued to do my homework. “Whatcha workin’ on, Y/N?” CC asked as he scooted a little closer to the couch.

“AP US history.” I said flatly, hiding the defeat and sadness in my voice.

Jinxx sighed and placed a hand on my back, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Jinxx was my godfather, and he somehow always knew how to read my emotions. “You still upset about your dad ditching you?”

Tears flooded my eyes as I nodded and placed my homework on the table in front of me before plunging into Jinxx’s arms.

“Oh, Y/N… Don’t cry, you’ll make your eyes all puffy.” Jinxx said as he continued to rub my back. I didn’t care that my eyes would get puffy and red, my dad didn’t care about me.

I sniffled after getting most of my tears out, “He left me, Jinxx, and it’s not the first time he’s done that… He never listens to me…”

Jinxx sighed and called CC over. “CC, I need you to stay with Y/N while I go talk to Andy.”

CC nodded and opened his arms to hug me, to which I immediately reciprocated.

Andy’s POV

Lonny and I were in the sound booth when Jinxx walked in. He had a look on his face that I couldn’t quite read; it was a mix between concern and disappointment.

I was about to speak, but Jinxx beat me to it. “Andy, you need to go talk to your daughter.”

Confused, I immediately asked why. Y/N was always a good kid, so there was rarely ever a reason for me to yell at her.

Jinxx sighed, “Andy, she feels like you aren’t listening to her. You forgetting to pick her up was her breaking point. When was the last time you had an actual conversation with your own daughter?”

I realized that every time I tried to talk to Y/N, I told her I was busy or that if she needed something to go talk to one of the guys. Realizing just how bad of a dad I’d been acting like, I left Lonny and Jinxx in the sound booth and rushed into the main room.

Y/N was sitting on the couch while CC hugged her and played with her hair, for a moment I was brought back to the night Y/N’s mom left. Y/N was six, I’d gone out onto the porch to talk to her mom while CC stayed with her. He played with her hair and sang to her to distract her from the heartbreak she was about to experience. That was the last time Y/N or I saw her mom.

Without missing a beat, I quickly rushed over and kneeled down in front of my daughter. CC gently pulled away from the hug as I took both Y/N’s hands in mine.

Tears were pooling in my eyes as I spoke to Y/N, “Y/N… Baby bat, I’m so sorry. I… I should’ve listened to you when you needed my help and been an actual dad instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. Everything’s been so hard on both of us and it’s even harder without your mom, but that’s no excuse for the way I treated you.”

Y/N still had tears in her eyes when she spoke. “I’m just so scared that it’ll start as you forgetting to pick me up, then you’ll be missing out on my whole life like mom…”

I felt my heart break at her words. My baby was scared of me leaving her, and I was too much of a dumbass to even notice.

I immediately pulled her into my chest and hugged her, her body shook as she cried into my chest. I had tears slipping down my own face, but I didn’t care. My daughter needed me and I by no means would I deny her the comfort she needed.

“Shhh… I know, baby bat, I know… Daddy’s here, and he’s gonna make it all better…”

When we’d both gotten our tears out, I gently lifted her chin and wiped the tears off of Y/N’s cheeks. I smiled at her and she gave a weak smile back.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I will never forget about you.” I whispered to her.

Y/N sniffled and responded, “I love you too, dad.”

~The End~

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Protector- Natemare

Pairing- Natemare x reader

Genre- hurt x comfort

TW- depictions of a panic attack, trauma from parents arguing and loud noises

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Readers POV

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was nauseous and my body was shaking like crazy.

I’d been having bad anxiety lately, but this was the worst it’s even been. Like there was a pressure on my chest that I just couldn’t shake off. The more I sat there and listened to my own thoughts, the worse I got.

My protector Natemare, or Nate as he’d always let me call him, wasn’t here with me and I wondered if he’d abandoned me. I know it was unrealistic for someone that cared about me like Natemare did to leave me, but in my anxiety filled mind, it was a possibility.

After what felt like forever, but was probably just my messed up perception of time, I felt a gentle hand begin to stroke my hair and a soft, yet slightly rough voice, spoke in my ear. “Hey, doll, can you tell me what’s going on?”

I couldn’t speak, only shake my head and hope that he got the message.

Natemare continued to stroke my hair and twist it around his fingers, his other arm snaked around my waist and pulled me against him. “Here, put your head on my chest.”

Slowly, I uncoiled myself from the ball I’d curled up in and leaned into his chest, clinging onto his shirt as his heartbeat proudly beat against my cheek.

“Hear that, doll? That’s my heart beating for you, just like the first time I came to see you.” Natemare spoke slowly and softly against the top of my head. “If you feel up to it, can you try to explain what’s going on? You can take your time, there’s absolutely no pressure or rush.”

I nodded again, it took a few seconds before I could actually talk, but Natemare was extremely patient as he cooed soft shushes and little words of affirmation in my ear. “I don’t know what’s going on, Nate… I’m scared and nauseous, my anxiety is through the roof, but I can’t figure out why…” My voice slightly broke towards the end of the sentence.

“Okay, that’s okay. It’s okay to feel bad at times, but you’re being very brave by telling me about it.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Just keep your head on my chest and focus on my heartbeat, try to match my breathing.”

My breathing was extremely ragged and labored as my heart pounded in my chest. It felt like I couldn’t do it, but Nate didn’t give up on me.

“You need to breathe, baby. I know this is scary, but you have to focus on your breathing.” Natemare held my trembling body a little tighter and began taking exaggerated breaths for me to follow, reminding me to take my time.

At first, I was struggling immensely, but Natemare refused to give up. Slowly but surely, my breathing slowed and my anxiety began to dissipate.

Realizing that I was no longer actively dying, he placed his cheek on top of my head and gently rubbed my back, his fingertips gently tracing my spine. “There we go…” Natemare breathed out.

I didn’t loosen my arms around him and my head remained on his chest, I was afraid that I’d slip into another anxiety attack if I let go.

Natemare seemed to notice this is and gave me a gentle kiss on the head. “I’m not going anywhere, doll, but if you feel up to it, we can cuddle and I’ll play with your hair.”

I nodded, I didn’t feel like talking or socializing, so nodding or shaking my head was our only form of communication.

Natemare smiled, something he only really did around me, and leaned back on my bed. He was a little taller than me so I was able to lie on his chest while my legs tangled with his in a mess of limbs.

“You’re gonna be okay, doll. You know why?” He asked against the top of my head.

I shook my head, what could he say that would combat my random anxiety attacks.

“Because I’m here, and as long as I’m here, no one’s gonna mess with you.”

His words felt like a giant hug and I couldn’t help but smile a little. I guess he noticed because he tilted my head up and pressed a quick kiss to my lips as he stroked my hair.

“There’s that beautiful smile, keep it on, it looks good on you.”

~The End~

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