. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.
. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises
. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo
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—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."
𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.
So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.
He wholly belongs to you.
The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.
"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.
"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.
"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.
"Zero."
This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,
"That a challenge, man?"
It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.
"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.
"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."
Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.
"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."
The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.
Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.
"Hello, beautiful."
The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.
"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.
"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.
"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"
Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.
As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.
Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,
Request: Can you write an Andy Biersack imagine on a honeymoon?
A/N: This is my longest one yet! I really enjoyed writing this; if you guys have any more requests for any band listed in my bio, please send them in!
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.
You closed your eyes and sighed happily, settling back into your seat. The flight from Cincinnati to Maui was a long one, and you didn’t want to be jet-lagged all week. Today marked your first full day of being married to one Andrew Dennis Biersack, and it was also going to be the first day of your two-week long honeymoon in Hawaii. Needless to say, you were the happiest you had ever been. You replayed the highlights of your wedding (and the night after) as the plane taxied down the runway, smiling. It was an amazing feeling to know that you had the rest of your life to keep making those kinds of memories with Andy, and you couldn’t wait.
Andy couldn’t wait either, but even more so, he couldn’t wait for the plane to take off. Or land. Or both. He kept leaning over you to peer out the window. You wondered if his legs or his back felt cramped, given his height, but when you opened your eyes, he was grinning.
“What’s up?” You smiled back at him, raising an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe we’re finally married! I can’t believe we’re going on our honeymoon. Can you believe it? I can’t.”
You laughed quietly at his enthusiasm, glancing down at your own wedding band. “Are you sure you don’t want the window seat?” You asked him, gesturing at the setting sun.
“Why would I need the window seat when the best view is sitting right next to me?” He smirked.
You blushed, slightly giddy that he still managed to take your breath away after all these years. “Thank you,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna try and sleep now, okay? I wanna be awake for at least some of our honeymoon.”
“So… we’re not joining the Mile High Club?”
You groaned and covered your face with the in-flight magazine.
“Come on babe, don’t you want to get with an extremely handsome rockstar?” He winked exaggeratedly.
“Actually, yes, do you know any?” You lowered the magazine and grinned at him.
“I’m hurt,” he said, feigning disappointment. “But after years of knowing you, I am definitely not shocked.”
“Well,” you said, leaning your head back against the seat, eyes closed. “Go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives to try again.”
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After twelve hours and some change, the plane touched down. You had managed to get a decent amount of sleep, even with Andy’s fidgeting and restlessness. However, taking off during a sunset and landing half a day later during the same one due to the time zones was enough to throw off anybody’s internal clock, and therefore, make them a bit grumpy.
You frowned as Andy led you to the rental car, luggage in tow. “Can’t we just check in at the hotel and go to bed? My body is telling me it’s six am!”
“Nope!” he said, grinning far too brightly for someone who hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours. “Can’t get off schedule!”
You sighed as he kissed your cheek and started humming lightly as he drove. While you had taken care of most of the smaller details of your actual wedding and reception, Andy had been in charge of the honeymoon. You had both decided on a destination, and you had given your input on some of the activities you were looking forward to (at least, those that took place outside of the bedroom), but Andy did the bulk of the work as far as making reservations and planning an itinerary. And Andy loved planning itineraries.
Every trip you had gone on as a couple, Andy had meticulously outlined every day of it, almost down to every hour. This could be both a blessing and a curse, because while it was nice to have a plan, Andy was pretty insistent on sticking to it. You had joked before that he should plan the mission timelines for NASA. He just laughed and said that years of being in a far-traveling, highly successful rock band following a strict tour schedule had drilled it into him, and besides you were stuck with him, weren’t you? Yes, you thought now, looking back down at the ring on your finger, you were stuck with him, and you couldn’t be happier.
The jolt of Andy putting the car into park snapped you out of your reminiscing, as you looked around, taking in the restaurant he had pulled up to.
“Come on, I know this will make you feel better! I looked up the menu a few weeks ago, and I think you’ll love it!”
You just smiled, shaking your head. Of course he did. “You know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do. And you know I love you too.” He put his arm through yours and led you inside.
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Andy was right, like always. Eating delicious food while looking out over a stunning view of the ocean did wonders to your mood, not to mention simply just talking and laughing with Andy and being with him. Soon, it was time to pick up the check and head back to the hotel.
You had parked in the basement lot of the building, but Andy grabbed your arm when you went to get the suitcases out of the back of the trunk.
“Wait,” he said, a playful look coming across his face. “We should do something first.”
“Huh? What about the schedule?” You edged out of his grasp. “I’m still in my plane clothes. And besides, don’t you wanna do something in our room?” You added a note of flirtation in your voice.
“No, it’s- I mean, yes! Yes, I wanna do bedroom activities, but-” And then he grabbed your hand and started sprinting towards the exit.
“Andy, what-” you tried, stumbling to keep up.
He just laughed and stopped to pick you up and swing you over his shoulder. “You’re too slow, come on!”
By this point, the sun had set over the island, but Andy navigated the dark path through the hotel grounds with ease. He skittered sideways through an open gate and down a sandy concrete walkway towards what you realized was the beach.
“Andrew! You better not be planning on throwing me in the water or I swear-”
“Good idea,” he laughed, “but no. You should take off your shoes.” He set you down on the sand.
You complied, as he did the same, and then you waded out into the surf with him. You watched Andy as he immediately began searching for shells to give you, knowing how much you loved to collect them. All of a sudden, the entirety of the past few days started to catch up with you all at once. While there wasn’t any scientific proof of fate, or soulmates, or anything like that, you couldn’t help but feel like every decision, every event, in both your life and Andy’s had led you to this exact moment. Standing knee deep in water, alone on the beach at night, with the moon shining down on the two of you as you tried not to get soaked by the incoming tide. Every disappointment and roadblock you had experienced snapped into place, and now you could appreciate them for where they had gotten you. You admired the way the moonlight glinted off Andy’s smile, the way his arms had felt around you moments ago, and the way his laugh sounded over the waves. You knew that there would certainly be more challenges in the course of your life, but you knew you could get through them with someone as kind, talented, smart, beautiful, and loving as Andy by your side.
Suddenly, you were pulled back into reality by the shock of ocean water down your front. Whirling to your right, you saw Andy standing next to you with the most see-through attempt of a look of innocence on his face. However, you couldn’t find it in you to pretend to be annoyed.
“Hey, so, if you missed it the first five times, I found you a-”
“Andy.” You cut him off. “Um. I know I only said it a million times yesterday, but… I really love you. And I’m so glad you’re in my life, forever now…”
Unwittingly, you felt yourself starting to tear up.
“Hey,” Andy said, moving closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and shoulders. “I know, I love you too, and you complete me. That’s kinda why we got married, remember?”
You chuckled, smiling up at him. “I’m glad that we’re having this moment and everything, but it’s getting cold…”
“You’re right,” he said, taking your hand in his. He glanced wistfully up at the hotel, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Maybe we should go take advantage of the honeymoon suite.”
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Warnings: mentions of stalking from a previous ex.
Description: Relationships aren't always easy, especially when one partner has had a bad relationship in the past. But all the best things take time, and Andy is about to remind Lily of that.
Standing in the doorway of the living room, Lily smiled to herself as she watched her boyfriend unpacking boxes, and reflected on how far they’d come in the last twelve months.
It hadn’t been the smoothest of roads.
His last girlfriend had fucked him up. He’d never said it - Andy didn’t speak badly of anyone if he could help it, no matter how much the deserved it - but Lily knew his relationship with her had severely damaged his trust in people, and she didn’t blame him. The woman had been in a damn cult: after he’d broken up with her, she’d had other members of her cult stalk him, called him from withheld numbers, tried to hack into all his social media and email accounts, and even tried to steal his mail. It was seriously no wonder Andy was a lot more guarded now; Lily would be too, if she’d been through all the shit he had.
She’d done her best to respect his boundaries, and thought she’d done pretty well (even if she did say so herself). They’d met in public for their first few dates, had gone back to hers when they finally felt they needed a little more privacy, and she always made a point to back off if he looked uncomfortable when she asked questions.
Her friends had warned her that he had all the hallmarks of a man who was cheating on his girlfriend with Lily - and to be fair, they were right; he had. Lily had been careful to maintain some separation between herself and Andy, if only in her hear. She’d fully expected to find out she was just his bit on the side at some point, but she never had. Slowly but surely, her relationship with Andy had progressed. He’d started inviting her back to his, got more relaxed using his phone where she might be able to see it, and gotten more comfortable with Lily knowing things that his ex and former friend had both used against him.
Now she was helping him move into his new apartment, one that no-one but his parents knew the address of yet. It made her heart clench to see how much he trusted her now, after the way they had started off, especially when he was sitting on the floor of his new living room, surrounded by posters in frames, a cute little frown between his brows as he thought about which ones were going to go where.
Lily was really happy she’d stuck it out.
He’s more than worth it.
Andy looked up to see Lily smiling at him, and treated her to one of his own brilliant grins: “Hey, the movers all done?”
“Yup! I’ve sorted most of the labelled boxes into the right rooms, but I left the bedroom and office boxes in the hallway, since I’m not sure which room you’re using for which yet.”
“Thanks, babe.” Andy got up from the floor and crossed the room to pull Lilly into a hug.
Lilly wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight before pulling back to smile up at him: “I was going to go grab some dinner from that Thai place we saw on the way here – unless you wanted anything else?”
“Thai sounds amazing.” Andy dropped a kiss onto her forehead.
Lilly grinned, tilting her chin to press a kiss against his jaw before she pulled away to go grab her jacket and her handbag.
She popped her head back into the living room to check what he wanted, expecting to find him back on the floor in the middle of his posters, only to find him standing by his own jacket, head ducked to look at some small object he was turning over and over again in his hands. He shoved it deep in his pocket when he realised she was standing in the doorway again, but as much as wanted to ask what it was, she focused on dinner instead.
“You want your usual?”
Andy smirked cheekily: “Are you going to let me steal some of your noodles?”
“Don’t I always?” Lily playfully rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, you do.” Andy grinned: “Because you’re the best.”
“I know.”
Lily laughed, and turned to leave, only for Andy to step forwards, hand reached up to get her to wait.
She turned, curious, because normally Andy had no problem finding the words he needed - but then she saw him swallow nervously, and her mind went blank. Historically, when Andy got visibly nervous, it was usually something was seriously wrong. Lily tried not to panic, but the last time she’d seen him so unsettled was when the court had got in touch with him to tell him that there was a problem with the paperwork for the restraining order against his ex.
She was fully prepared to hear something equally worrying, only to see Andy hold out a small silver key:
“To let yourself in, when you get back.”
“You sure?” Lily asked, trying not to let her caution show in her voice as she took the key: “I don’t want to take your only key.”
“It’s not my only key.”
Lily was still uncertain why Andy seemed so uncomfortable, but continued to go with it: “Okay then, I’ll just give it back when I get in. I don’t want to walk off with your spare.”
Andy reached up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly: “It’s not a spare, either.”
Oh.
Oh.
What Andy was trying to tell her struck Lily like a frying pan to the upside of the head.
He clearly wasn’t trying to make a big deal out of it, but Andy was giving her a key to his new apartment. A key. That she could use to let herself in and out of her flat as she felt like, without his permission, or even without him knowing. She wouldn’t, of course, but she could - he knew she could, and even after everything he had been through with his ex, he was still giving her the key that would allow her to pull the same shit she had.
Oh, Andy.
Knowing he didn’t want to make a big deal of what he was doing, Lily casually pulled out her keyring to slide her new keyring: “Cool, I’ll hang onto it then.”
“Great,” Andy smiled: “This way you can bring Thai whenever you want.”
They laughed, and Lily finally left to go and get their dinner.
She waited until she was around the corner from his apartment building - she absolutely didn’t want to see Andy hugging her keyring to her chest as she tried not to cry from how adorable he was. She knew she had to look like an utter madwoman, but she didn’t care. Andy had given her a key. A key to his safe space that she was one of three people, other than himself, to even know about the apartment - and the only other one with a key.
It was the sincerest way anyone had ever told Lily they loved her - even if the words weren’t spoken aloud. She didn’t have any idea how she would ever let him know that she felt the same, since they hadn’t said that to each other yet…but she’d start by getting their dinner.
A (kinda very short) Julian Brandt imagine. I wrote this last night (my first imagine after a long time). I hope you like it. FYI: English is not my first language.
Early mornings – you loved them, no you adored them. While most people you knew rather spend their weekends in bed until lunchtime, your inner clock just couldn’t stop. 7 A.M is your time – always has been and probably always will be.
Your boyfriend is quite the opposite, spending every single minute he can in bed – which also makes him late most of the time (and very lazy).
This morning was no different. You woke up, rolled out of bed, tiptoed your way to your big bedroom windows and opened your curtains a little bit. Just so you had enough light to roam around the room without tripping over something. As you took a look at your blonde boyfriend, who was still fast asleep, you felt your heart beating against your ribcage. Four years and counting and that idiot still made butterflies appear inside of you – even while being asleep. So, instead of going downstairs (like you normally do right after you wake up) you got back into bed, snuggling against Julian’s naked warm torso. You were well aware of the fact that it would probably take some more hours until he woke up – it was Sunday after all and he had a tough game the night prior – but you decided that work (and coffee) could wait for a little longer.
After caressing his biceps for some time, he began to stir in his sleep, his nose crunching up softly. “Are you watching me?”, he mumbled, voice thick from sleep. “No.”, you answered quietly, letting your hand run through his messy hair. “I know you are.” “You haven’t even opened your eyes yet, why should you know?” “You just exposed yourself.”, Julian said, a lopsided grin gracing his tired face. “Shush”, you muttered turning around, but his arms quickly sneaked around your body, holding you tightly against his front.
“Are we ready to leave the bed?”, you asked him after a while of cuddling. “It’s not even nine yet and I’m not even fully awake yet, so no.”, Julian said, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I’m not even tired anymore.”, you sighed, “You never are.”, he exclaimed and even if you couldn’t see his face right now you just knew he was a) rolling his eyes and b) grinning like an idiot.
As you turned around, Julian wasted no time to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, his hand finding the back of your neck. “Hi.”, you giggled, pressing your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “Hi.”, he mimicked, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair. “Are you awake now?”, you asked, but the only answer you received was a grimace. “I’m going to keep you in this bed the whole day.”, Julian announced, pulling you a little closer once again. “Thanks for asking me for my opinion.”, you huffed. “Come on, Y/N. It’s Sunday.”, he tried to argue, but you still weren’t that convinced, yet. “Come on.”
“I have things to do.”, you told him, but now Julian seemed like the one who wasn’t convinced. “Come on.”, he repeated, his voice already muffled as his lips began brushing against your neck. “I know what you are doing.”, you laughed, pulling his face from your body. “Oh yeah?”, he asked confused, his lips quickly attaching to your neck again. “Come on.”, now his lips began brushing over your jaw, leaving little kisses along the way. “I know you want it Y/N.”
