#but oh Andy Biersack

[animeniac-writings]

I had a strong run few months of watching OP episodes every single night, got to 346 in that streak, then my monitor died I found out there was a certain concert nearby and now I'm scrolling all the way back into 2014 for Black Veil Bride fanfic on this site

[rat-in-the-clown-motel]

i edited a cat boy meme to fit my needs

[motley-cunt]

can you calm the Fuck down

[the-nation-of-today]

I need to give him a big stupid kiss on his big stupid forehead he’s soooooooo

[long-cold-winterr]

[theghostofohio]

everyone look, are you seeing this, you guys are you lOOKING AT THE PHOTO-

[yvixtrae]

[itsmealaiah]

MORNING SEX WITH BILL DREADS ERA

🤗 yes 💝

Are you awake yet?

(not my gif)

pairing: bill x fem

synopsis: after an amazing night of sleep, there's only one thing that can fully top it

tags/ warnings: p in v, begging, slightly soft sex? possibly, usual smut features

a/n: have yall seen andy biersack? that mf is hot as hell 😩

Bill's POV:

As the first rays of sunlight stream through the window, I stirred awake. The sheets are tangled around me, and there's a warm weight pressed against my side. I let out a contented sigh as I remember the night before; the way she cuddled with me, made me calm.

I blink open my eyes and see her face inches from mine, her eyes still closed. She's still wearing the tank top and shorts she slept in, and it makes me want to kiss every inch of her. I reach out, tracing my fingers lightly down her arm, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch.

She stirs, moaning softly, and then her eyes fly open. She blinks several times, looking around the room before meeting my gaze. "Morning," she whispers, her voice rough from sleep.

I can't help but grin as I gaze into her hazy eyes. "Morning," I reply, leaning in to kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, and I feel myself grow harder as our kiss deepens. I roll onto my side, pressing her back into the mattress, and she gasps into the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair.

I can't get enough of the feel of her body against mine, and I start to rock my hips against her, grinding against her through our underwear. She moans into the kiss, her lips parting as she gasps for air, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with mine, and I can feel the heat between us building.

I slide my hands down her sides, over her curvy hips, and up underneath her shirt. Her skin is so soft, and I can't help but marvel at how perfect she is. She arches into my touch, whimpering, and I can tell she's close. I reach up, cupping her breast through her bra, feeling her hardened nipple against my palm.

She breaks the kiss, panting, and looks down at where my hands are. "Please," she whispers, "I need…" She trails off, her eyes fluttering closed as she brings a shaky hand to my waistband, fumbling with the clothing between us. I help her, quickly pulling off her shorts and underwear, revealing her smooth, soft skin to my touch.

I'm already rock hard, aching to be inside her, and as I push my hips between her legs, I feel her wetness against me. I groan, thrusting forward, and she cries out, arching her back off the bed. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I begin to move, faster and faster, feeling the slick heat of her body gripping me.

Her mouth falls open, her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a desperate moan. "Fuck," she breathes, "that feels so good." Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me tight as I drive deeper inside her. I can feel the head of my cock brush against something inside her, and with a growl, I thrust harder, pushing deeper.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she gasps for air, her hips moving in rhythm with mine. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants and she twists her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. "Oh god," she whispers, "I'm close…"

I bite down lightly on her neck, feeling the skin give way beneath my teeth. "Cum for me, baby," I groan, thrusting harder. And as she comes, her body tensing and convulsing around me, I let go, feeling my release wash over me in a powerful wave. Her nails scrape down my back, her hips bucking wildly against mine, and I growl, burying my face in her neck as I hold her tightly, feeling her warmth and her weight press against me.

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she catches her breath, her body still quivering from the intensity of the orgasm. I slowly begin to move again, my hips rocking gently against hers, feeling the aftershocks of her climax. "That was amazing," she whispers, her voice still breathless. "I didn't think anything could feel that good."

I smile against her skin, kissing her neck softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I pull out slowly, watching her face fall as I slip out of her. "But don't worry," I add with a grin, "we've got all morning." She giggles, wrapping her arms around me, and I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me.

I feel the weight of her body press down on me, the heat of her skin against my own. She leans forward, her breath hot against my neck. "What do you want to do now?" she whispers, nibbling gently on my earlobe.

I grin, wrapping my arms around her. "We could go back to sleep for a little while," I suggest, feeling the exhaustion from the previous night wash over me. "Or we could just lie here and talk, or watch TV… Whatever you want to do." I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent.

She hums contently, her body relaxing against mine. "Sleep sounds nice," she says, her voice muffled by the pillow. "But only if we cuddle." Her hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together, and she nestles closer, her body spooning against mine. I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of our pajamas, and the sensation sends a shiver down my spine.

I close my eyes, enjoying the comfort of her presence. Her breathing slowly becomes deeper, more rhythmic, and I know she's falling asleep. I watch her face for a moment, admiring her features in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks. She looks so peaceful, so at home in my arms.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder what the rest of the day will bring. But for now, all I want is to hold onto this moment, to savor the feeling of her body pressed against mine, and the knowledge that I get to wake up next to her again tomorrow.

[thefallennightmare]

noah headcanon of him w a reader that’s a 🌶️ book reader :3

hope you’re having a good monday love ! <3

As a 🌶️book reader, lets fucking go! I obviously had to put my favorite series.

"Wait, what is this book about?" Noah wondered.

You giggled while showing him your Kindle as the two of you snuggled on his bunk on the tour bus.

"It's called The Losers by Harley Laroux. It's about this girl who has this sex arrangement with four guys, who are kind of in a relationship together. They're in an open relationship with each other and all have sex with each other."

Noah's brows raised to his hairline. "Woah."

"It's not for everyone but the sex scenes are hot as hell."

"Oh really?" He began kissing your neck and it earned a moan from you.

"People think one of the guys in the book looks like Andy Biersack."

That made Noah pull away from you, now his brows pulled together. "From Black Veil Brides?"

You nodded. "I mean, I get it. He's hot."

Noah pulled the Kindle from your hands as your giggles echoed in the small bunk. The two of you had been together for a very long time, both comfortable with each other's celebrity crushes.

"What are some of these sex scenes? I want to try them out. The solo ones, not the group ones." Noah began reading.

Still giggling, you snuggled into Noah's chest as he read out loud some of the solo sex scenes after you showed him your favorites and the one you wanted to try.

Needless to say, Noah learned a lot from the spicey books you read and the two of you tried a lot of the scenes you read, unlocking kinks for the both of you.

[lilredniki]

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.

[kkryboygayman]

when i was younger i saw frank iero, oliver sykes, and andy biersack with the one sided lip ring and thought. oh my god. i want that. i want to look like that. i want to be them. and now i'm transgender

[motley-cunt]

o’ man with the silly little face, give me strength.

[the-nation-of-today]

✨Business✨

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 13

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"You what?" Shevy squeals slightly.

"Shev, please don't make me repeat that sentence." Delia groans before throwing her face into her pillow.

It was now the next day and they were travelling in the busses to the next tour destination. Delia was debating whether or not to tell Shevy about Andy, but eventually she found it to be eating her up and she had to spill. Besides, it was Shevy, she wasn't about to tell anyone else.

"I'm sorry just, I can't believe you slept with him. I mean, first off, called it. But I can't believe you actually had sex with Andy. Please tell me you used protection. I love Andy to pieces but he does sleep around a lot and the last thing I want for you is you potentially catching anything from him cause he's a bit of a man whore." Shevy rambles on.

"Yes we were safe Shevy, trust me the last thing I need is a pregnancy or an STD." Delia sighs placing her head into her hands.

"Okay something else is going on here, spill." Shevy is calm as she scoots next to Delia to wrap an arm around her shoulders; it was clear she was trying her hardest to be understanding and supportive of the tech girl she had become good friends with.

"I don't know how to explain it. I know Andy is a dick and I know it was a mistake but at the same time, I don't regret it." Delia starts. "I don't understand how I feel anymore Shevy."

"You like him, you're just not admitting it to yourself. Sleeping with him has likely made the way you feel stronger." Shevy states simply.

"But I don't like him, I shouldn't like him. I haven't even known the guy that long and in that time he's been nothing but a dick to me." Delia sighs feeling a tear run down her cheek.

"Oh honey." Shevy starts "tours like this you always get close with people, even if you don't want to. That's what happens when you spend basically everyday with a group of people. Work relationships and work flings aren't uncommon."

"I can't do it though Shevy, I can't allow myself to just be another fuck to him and there's no way in hell I'd ever date that guy." Delia shakes her head slightly whilst wiping her eyes.

"Hey, don't worry about anything of that right now or you'll make yourself more upset D." Shevy smiles trying to bring comfort to her upset friend. "If that's really how you feel though then stick to your guns and don't give him anything else."

"Thanks Shevy, you're honestly the best." Delia feels herself smile through her tears.

"I know I am." Shevy smirks jokingly "although I still stand by what I said before, Andy has changed since meeting you. He definitely has the hots for you."

"Oh my god, Shevy!" Delia shrieks before pushing Shevy off of her slightly.

"Hey, I'm just saying." Shevy laughs hysterically.

Surely she can't be right...

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"What the fuck happened?"

That was all Andy could think about. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help it. Yes he wanted to sleep with Delia at one point this tour, he thought it would help him get over the fiery tech girl, but instead he was left with more confusion. He thought it would put out the fire he felt every time he saw her, every time he thought about her. Instead, he just felt more interest and curiosity about Delia Vincent, he felt as if he was watching the walls he built to protect himself crumbling down with no way to stop them from doing so.

He felt a strong flutter in his stomach at even the mention of her name... surely this wasn't the whole cliche of getting butterflies for someone, was it?

"Earth to Andy?" Jinxx then cuts Andy from his daydream but placing a hand on his shoulder "you okay man?"

"Okay. Yeah, I'm okay man." Andy nods before pinching the bridge of his nose to ground himself and bring himself back to reality. How long was he daydreaming for?

"Okay something is going on, I haven't seen that conflicted look of yours for a while." Jinxx states feeling worried for his friend and lead singer. "Don't tell me you finally caught an STD." Jinxx was trying to lighten the mood at this point.

"What? No, no of course not. Fuck off you dick." Andy shakes his head whilst pushing Jinxx and his hand off of his shoulder.

"Just trying to lighten the mood, jheez." Jinxx rolls his eyes before shaking his head- all of this commotion had drawn the attention of the rest of the band to their lead singer and rhythm guitarist.

"whatever Jinxx, I'm not in the mood for this." Andy sighs before standing up. 

Andy was in no mood to talk about any of this. Hell, he never wanted to talk about any of this. He didn't want to risk CC thinking that he was right...

"One of these days you're going to catch feelings, especially if you keep sleeping around with women you meet."

Shaking away the voice of CC, Andy finds himself climbing into his bunk and just staring at the ceiling with his hands crossed over his stomach. He wished he could just be nicer to Delia, but it was too much of a risk. He didn't date, he would not allow himself to date, he told himself this after the divorce- emptiness is safe. Andy knew that he would never make her happy, especially with how they clashed. Yes, opposites attract so they say, but Andy and Delia were far too different which would not allow things to work, even if Andy wasn't so fucked in the head.

So why was it that he could not shake the thought of this girl from his mind? All he could think about was how nice it was to kiss her and how he wanted to do it again. He wanted to hear her gentle breathing as she slept next to him again. He wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from everyone in the world, even if that meant protecting her from himself. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew he could never allow himself to get close to her; it was too much of a risk. Plus why would she be interested in him after the way he's treated her? Still, it was always Delia who would be civil, it was Delia who would try to talk to him to lighten the mood, he was always the one who would sabotage things between them. Every time the conversation would be civil and nice between them he would snap. 

"Maybe she is interested?" Andy whispers to himself whilst thinking. Surely not?

There was only one way to solve this issue in Andy's mind. He had to make sure Delia was not interested and if she was, he would have to let her down to save her further heartache, he had to protect himself as well. At some point soon, he would have to try to get some alone time with her and tell her not to bother with him, that he wasn't good for her, that she did not need him. Of course he did not want to do this, he wanted her and he wanted her badly, but it wasn't right and it wasn't safe. He could never allow himself to get close to someone again as it would destroy him. 

Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way.

[la-undercover-latina]

Nightmare (Biersack Family)

Summary: Young Tommy Biersack wakes up from a nightmare on Amber’s last night of her current tour.

Emma & Ella Sixx-Gaskarth created by the oh so lovely @youlightmeupfinn

It started off as soft whimpers in the pitch blackness. Soft whimpers leaving trembling lips before the sound of feet padding on carpet added to it.

Tommy gripped his stuffed bear that his grandma Amy gave him on her last visit to LA as he made his way to his parents’ room.

Andy was laid on the bed, sweatpants hanging off his hips as he was flipping through Netflix to find something to watch. It was then that the door creaked open, and Andy’s eyes moved to meet his son’s hazel ones, the same ones as his wife.

“Tommy, buddy, what are you doing up?” Andy asked softly, sitting up and opening his arms for his son to run into.

“Where’s mommy?” The three year old asked, tightening his grip on his bear and blankie in the doorframe.

“Buddy, we’re picking up mommy from the airport tomorrow,” Andy reminded him before standing up and picking his toddler up into his arms.

This was the first tour that White Rabbit had gone on since Amber gave birth to Rose, and the first tour that Tommy was aware enough to realize that his mommy wasn’t home. Addison had done the same thing when this happened with her, and Andy assumed that it would happen with Rose.

“Did you have a bad dream buddy?” Andy asked softly, gently moving strands of sweaty brown curls from his face. Tommy nodded and Andy tightened his hug, knowing the little boy needed comfort more than anything.

“Do you want to tell Daddy about your bad dream?” Tommy shook his head, soft sniffles coming from him.

“Okay buddy. It might help, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. Do you want to sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed tonight?” He asked, transitioning from moving curls from his face to rubbing circles into his back. Tommy nodded and snuggled his face into his father’s chest while Andy walked back over to the bed and placed the toddler on his wife’s side of the bed.

“I promise buddy, mommy and auntie Ella are fine. They are getting on a plane tomorrow and we’re gonna go pick them up from the airport and then we’ll come back home and you guys can all get as much snuggles from Mommy as you want,”

“I miss mommy,” Tommy said, his bottom lip quivering.

“I know buddy. But she’s coming home tomorrow. Do you want Daddy to try and see if she’s still awake?” Andy asked, hating to see his little boy in pain from whatever nightmare startled him out of sleep, but he could guess. Tommy nodded and moved to cuddle up into Andy’s side while Andy grabbed his phone and sent a text to his wife.

‘Goddess, you awake? Our little man woke up from a nightmare and wants to FaceTime if you’re awake,’ Before he even had a chance to tell Tommy about the text, he was getting a FaceTime request from Amber. It didn’t look like she was asleep, regardless of the fact that she was supposed to be on a plane in a matter of a few hours.

“Hey baby,” Tommy’s head snapped up at the sound of his mom’s voice. He was definitely a mama’s boy.

“Mommy,” his bottom lip quivered and Andy passed the phone to the toddler.

“Daddy said you had a bad dream. Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked softly, hating that she couldn’t comfort her baby, but she knew Andy had it covered back home.

“Y-y-you d-d-didn’t c-c-come home,” Fat tears welled up in Tommy’s eyes before cascading his chubby cheeks. Andy tightened his grip on his son and kissed the top of his curls. It was just like he thought.

“Oh baby. That would never happen baby. Mommy and your aunties are coming home tomorrow,” Amber promised.

“Do you p-promise?” Tommy hiccuped, and Amber nodded.

“I promise baby boy. How about I call you right when we get on the plane and I’ll send you messages while I’m on the plane. Would you feel better if mommy did that?” Amber suggested with a comforting smile and Tommy nodded.

“Do you need a tissue from daddy?” Amber asked and Tommy nodded.

“Please daddy,” he asked and Andy nodded.

“Of course baby boy,” he smiled and handed Tommy a tissue from the box on the nightstand.

After a few hours of watching White Rabbit and Black Veil Brides videos, Tommy finally fell asleep on Andy’s bare chest. While sunlight peeked through the curtains, Andy could see their oldest at the door.

“Is Tommy okay?” Addison asked softly. Andy nodded his head and pulled the covers higher up and kissed his forehead before grabbing the baby monitor and getting up and walking with Addison downstairs to go make breakfast and get everything ready for when Rose woke up or they needed to go to the airport.

‘Morning baby. I love you. How did our little man sleep? I love you guys and I’ll FaceTime when we get to the airport,’

‘I love you too goddess. It took a while. I had to play our videos for him to relax. He and Rosie are still asleep, but Addy is awake,’

‘I’m glad he got some sleep last night. I’ll give him more snuggles. Hopefully he’ll sleep better tonight,’

“Daddy?”

“Sorry honey. What did you say?” Andy asked, placing his phone on the counter and giving his undivided attention to the seven year old in front of him.

“I asked when mommy’s plane lands,”

“In about four hours. She and your aunts are going to the airport now,” Andy told her and she gave him a smile.

“I missed her. Do you think she got us anything?” Addy seemed to be bouncing in place.

“Knowing your mom, she’s got a whole suitcase just for souvenirs,” Andy laughed.

The last big tour White Rabbit had, there was a suitcase that he was sure was right at the limit of being considered an oversized bag exclusively for souvenirs. Also, a bag that he’d never seen before.

A cry pierced the air from the baby monitor.

“Figure out what you want for breakfast and I’ll make it after I grab your sister,” Andy told Addison before turning on the tv to cartoons and taking the steps two at a time to Rosie’s nursery.

“Hi my littlest princess, are you excited? Mommy’s coming home today,” The year old infant just cried, the smell of a dirty diaper accosting the lead singer’s nose.

While Andy got the youngest Biersack child ready, Tommy had woken up and grabbed his teddy bear and blankie tightly and made his way down the carpeted stairs to where he could hear the tv in the living room playing cartoons. Addy’s head snapped back at the sound of feet hitting the bottom step.

“Morning Tommy! Watch cartoons with me?” Addison smiled at her little brother.

“Alright, attention to all Biersacks! Please proceed to the car! Mommy just texted and said that her plane is going to be landing in less than an hour,” Andy told his two older kids while getting Rose ready for the slight chill that settled over Los Angeles on this January afternoon.

“Yeah, mommy just sent me the message,” Tommy smiled. Amber had kept to her word to text Andy’s phone periodically throughout the plane ride to let Tommy know where they were and how much longer until he could get snuggles from her and his aunts.

“How was Tommy?” Ella asked when the drummer explained why she was so tired.

While the rest of the band was getting some shut eye before their early flight, Amber had to make sure her baby was okay. So now she was slamming energy drinks. Katie had found a few that tasted just like candy.

“Andy said that he was able to get him back to bed by showing him White Rabbit and Black Veil videos,”

“That’s because he loves his auntie Lizzy’s voice,” Lizzy piped up from the seat right behind the cousins.

“More like he likes his godmother’s lyrics and bass,” Ella teased, earning Lizzy sticking her tongue out.

“I just forgot how much I miss being there for those tough nights until I’m not. Addy was the same way. Still is sometimes,”

“Yeah we both know it sucks for them. But you and Andy do a good job about making sure one of you is always home with the kids while the other is on tour,” Ella tried to sooth the other mother, who nodded.

“Yeah I think that’s why you and Jude were mostly good when Uncle Nikki went on tour. You always at least had your mom at home with you,” Amber conceded before they all noticed the seatbelt sign on and prepared for landing at LAX.

“Addy, do you have the banner?” Andy asked, and the oldest child nodded with a big smile.

“Can I help?” Tommy asked with his puppy eyes.

“You can help me hold it,” Addison told him and Andy smiled when he saw his wife’s dark curls descend the escalator at LAX.

“Alright guys, here she comes,” Andy told them and Tommy held the banner as high as his little arms would let him, Addison next to him. Ella spotted the banner first since Amber was looking back to talk to her.

A smile split across on Ella’s face before her green eyes searched for her own husband and toddler as they came rushing through the door.

“Amber, look,” Ella told her and the drummer turned around, happy tears pricking her eyes as she ran towards her family.

“Welcome home Mommy” Addy spoke as her arms tightened around Amber’s neck.

“My babies,” Amber smiled widely and nuzzled her face into their cheeks before pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks.

“I like the banner. Did you guys make it yourself?” Amber asked with a bright smile.

“Yeah and Gamma helped!”

“Oh you guys hung out with Gamma? I’m so jealous!” Amber smiled and kissed their cheeks again. The handmade sign read

“Welcome Home Mommy,” and underneath, it said “White Rabbit is #1” with a picture taped on of the newest promo picture for the band’s sixth album.

“Rosie, baby! You got so big!” Amber cooed as she rose to her feet before walking towards Andy who held Rosie in his arms while the kids flocked to Ella and gave their godmother a huge hug. Because yes, while both older Biersack kids missed their mom, they missed their godmother just as much.

“How are my two favorite gremlins? I missed you guys so much on tour,” Ella smiled and kneeled down to pull them into a hug.

“I lost my wife to my niece and nephew,” Alex laughed and Emma joined her cousins in their hug.

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[remingtonisleithal]

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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