Andy Biersack oneshots!

„Do I really have to go?“ Andy whined, slumping against the cushions on the small couch he had in his bedroom.

It was positioned by the side, merely for decoration, because he rarely sat on it. While he was there, pouting, I was rumaging through the large closet, trying to find something to wear. I was a newly resident in his home, so it was hard to accustom to the fact his clothes are next to mine and that this room I was currently standing in is basically our bedroom now.

„Yes!“ I responded, with a tone that suggested that was an obvious answer. „You certainly have to go. No arguing.“

He sighed and I stopped my search to look at him. I shook my head and chuckled.

„I declined so many times they probably don't even believe I have a boyfriend.“, I explained, still chuckling to myself. „I haven't been on a family gathering for ages!“

Andy didn't talk, he just continued to pout and silently protest.

„They must think I went nuts and have an imaginary boyfriend.“, I laughed slightly, turning to him so I could see if he found my joke amusing.

He didn't, to say the least.

I took a deep breath and exhaled as I walked over to him, giving up on my plan to get ready on time. Sitting next to him, I made sure to lean onto him and wrap both of my arms around his waist in a tight hug, so I could help him relax. He clearly wasn't up for this, but I honestly had no other choice. And I absolutely had no idea why he changed his mind in the last moment, since he didn't show any repulse towards this lunch just a few days ago.

„Why are you suddenly so worried?“ I asked, looking at him while he avoided eye contact.

Something was definitely wrong.

He didn't say a word, so I furrowed my eyebrows angrily. „Biersack, don't be stubborn and talk
to me.“

Still nothing.

I kept staring at him a few moments in complete silence, hoping that he'll break and just try to talk. Instead, he tried to stand up. Luckily, I was stronger than he thought I was and my grip on him made him sit back down with a sigh. He obviously didn't even had the energy to protest anymore.

„Come on, I met your parents and I was freaking out. Now you know how hard it is.“, I said, poking fun at him, hoping that'll cheer him up.

„I'm worried sick.“, he admitted. „I want your family to like me. And...“

His voice trailed off before he spoke again. „Look at me. I'm not really that type of guy parents are fond of.“

He was motioning on his tattooed hands, his old Misfits t-shirt and his black skinnys. And while he had a valid point there, I didn't want him other way.

This was the man I loved with all my heart and soul.

I chuckled. „What are you talking about silly?“

„Do you remember that time when I met your sister?“ Andy looked at me strictly, but with sorrow in his eyes.

„That went extremely well.“, he added bitterly, gazing away.

„My sister is always overprotective, that has nothing to do with you.“, I explained, but he didn't budge.

He was giving me 'the silent treatment' once again.

„Look, you have no rational reason to be distressed.“, I shrugged and he turned his attention back to me. „My grandma was pretty badass back in her day, so she'll probably want to know everything about your tattoos. She's fascinated by them since she's an artist.“

I seemed to have sparked his interest, so I carried on, settling in his embrace once again. „My aunt and uncle are heavy smokers, so watch your pack when we get there.“

We both grinned at that and I was finally at ease and satisfied because of the fact I succeded in making him smile. „...And my cousins are probably going to look at you with wide eyes because they've seen you in the paper and tv. Some of them are even hardcore Black Veil Brides fans.“

I kissed him sweetily, while his arms held me tight. „I'm not in love with some stuck up good boy that wears vests and khakis. You're the one that I want.“

Andy smiled a bit, shaking his head at me while laughing slightly.

„Well, what about your parents?“ he was calmer now, however he was still cautious and quite unsure about this whole thing. I could see it.

„If they like you or not, they're not gonna stop me from seeing you.“, I kissed his cheek quickly before standing up and going back to the closet.

I was confident my work here was done.

„That's reassuring.“, his voice was bitter again, but he seemed to accept the situation.

„Ah, and...“, I thought for a second, shifting from one leg to another. „If my dad says he's going to get his gun, he's just joking.“

I waved with my hand in a brief motion that showed that it's no big deal, that he doesn't have to be bothered by it.

Andy chuckled, standing up and coming over to me. „He doesn't have a gun, right?“

I turned to him, biting my lip. We were face to face now and only few inches apart, his hands already resting on my waist.

„Oh, he has one alright.“, I stated, giggling slightly.

As he realized what have I just said, his smile faded and his face expression became horrified. Dammnit. I was so close in convincing him everything will go smoothly.

„He's not going to get it though!“ I clarified.

He simply sighed and brought me closer to him.

„If I die, just know I did it for you.“, he said, obviously joking.

His smirk was apparent, he wasn't able to hide it. I laughed at him and held him in a tight embrace, feeling his torso against mine.

„You know, this is weird.“, I laughed as I rested my head on his shoulder.

I looked up at him and noticed he was smiling broadly. „Why?“

„Usually I'm the one who panics and you're the calm one.“, I said and we both cackled with laughter.

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