Smutty's One-shots

I stood in the Meet and Greet line, my new VIP t-shirt tucked safely away in my new VIP cinch sack. My hands were starting to shake as the line moved slowly forward. I had my cellphone out and ready, next to the beautiful Andy Black print we’d been given.

The steady buzz of the teenaged chatter around me was overwhelming. The giggling, yammering, and occasional squeals were nonstop. I was terrified I would say something stupid and just trying not to stare, so I looked at the floor as I shuffled forward.

A ball of fear formed tightly in my stomach when I realized the group of kids in front of me had all gone at once; I was next! Yanni motioned me forward, to stand at the line of tape on the floor. Obediently, I moved forward a step.

Hand Yanni the cell phone, then Andy the poster, then smile. No, smile the whole time. I grimaced. Hand Yanni the cell phone, then Andy the poster-

-Yanni was reaching for my cell phone, motioning me forward! Meekly, I handed it to him. I turned to Andy, smiled nervously-

Did something seem different? Did they change the lighting? I handed Andy the poster, and his smile dazzled me. I stood there, stunned. As in, literally, mildly dazed.

I blinked heavily. Andy really did have the most beautiful, crystalline, azure eyes I’d ever seen. He nodded, still grinning, as he leisurely signed my poster with an easy flick of his wrist. “I know.”

Did I say that out loud? Andy shook his head. His pretty eyes sparkled and the room grew even darker as he raised an eyebrow mischievously. “Yanni said, ‘no hugs,’ didn’t he?”

With effort, I sluggishly nodded. I had been disappointed, but I understood. Andy needed to stay healthy, he’d already been sick once on the tour, had to cancel some tour dates, I’d heard-

Andy leaned towards me. “You wanted one, didn’t you, (Y/N)?”

When had I told Andy my name? I didn’t remem-

Andy rolled his eyes. “-You didn’t, babe. Don’t worry, the question was really rhetorical anyway, I already know the answer. I know you’ve wanted a hug from me for years. You’ve been envious of every fan that’s gotten one every time you’ve seen a photo.”

I blushed, embarrassed. Andy eyed me silently for a moment. He seemed to be thinking, calculating. “Let’s make a deal. What would you give me for a hug? Make me an offer, a good one.”

I felt a small weight lift, and though I felt better able to speak, my thoughts were everywhere. This didn’t make any sense! I didn’t have anything Andy would want anyway. Why was he bartering for hugs? “I-“

Andy snorted. “You have plenty of things I might want! For instance, you have lovely hair. Give me a lock of it! You also have very exquisitely sculpted, natural nails. Let me cut them off and take them for myself. I’ll take either.”

Something in the back of my mind screamed that this was completely peculiar; that I needed to look around more carefully. That this wasn’t normal. But just then, Andy snapped his fingers to get my attention and smiled fabulously at me. “What do you say? Would you give either for a hug, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

Without thinking, I said, “Of course! You can have both, if it would really make you happy.”

Andy stood up, looking delighted, and presented me his hand. “It would! Shake on it, babe, to seal the deal.”

I took his large, tattooed hand, and gave it a quick, firm shake. By the time he had released my hand from his grasp, my fingernails were short and plain, and I presumed I was missing a lock of hair. How?

Andy winked at me, and I instantly forgot my nails as he opened his arms wide. “Come here, buttercup.” I gladly wrapped my arms around his waist.

Andy snuggly squeezed my shoulders, smelling of cigarettes, cologne, and lightly of char. “Just a sec.”

Andy lifted an arm and I could have sworn I saw a lightning bolt or some kind of crazy shit like on Star Wars shoot out! “Yanni!”

Yanni appeared, still holding my cellphone, but he was covered in chains. Had I missed something? “M’Lord?”

Andy indicated he and I embracing. “Take a picture of (Y/N) and I hugging so she may have something for others to be envious of. Make yourself useful, this is a tender moment!” He zapped at Yanni’s foot before Yanni dutifully snapped a picture.

“Now show me for approval, lout!” I was amused that Andy kept hugging me the entire time, as though I might try and escape. But he was an excellent hugger, if as warm as a furnace, for some reason.

Yanni showed Andy the photo, which apparently was up to rockstar standards. “Very good. Return the phone to (Y/N); she and I have further business to discuss. I will return shortly. Be gone.” Yanni gave me my cell phone, and then trundled off into the foggy darkness.

I was then once again shocked when Andy went back to sitting on his stool, but lifted and carried me so that I was sitting on his lap. Something in the back of my mind told me that some degree of the seriously bizarre and unanticipated was afoot. Andy Biersack had just shot lightning out of his fingers like the Emperor from Star Wars, that time I was sure of it! That was unusual, wasn’t it? Or wasn’t it? I couldn’t put my finger on the exact problem; everything was so hazy and ambiguous.

Andy tilted my chin up with a finger so that I was looking at him. “Did you like your hug?”

Finding speech challenging once again, I weakly nodded. Andy grinned brightly. “Great! I’m glad you don’t find me too somber or off-putting. That’s just the way my face is naturally, it’s not you.” He winked again, and I felt all mushy. “Ah, I see, just as I thought.”

Andy shifted closer, so his nose was almost touching mine. “You think dirty thoughts about me, don’t you?”

Notes

This one comes in parts. Too short to stand on it's own, it's like a mini-series on television. Please give it some loving anyways.