50 Shades Of Band Members

Jealous Type.. (Andy Biersack/no smut)

 ”See you after the show, babe,” Andy said, kissing your lips gently one last time time, before heading off to the stage with the rest of the band. “Knock ‘em dead,” you called back, waving out. You watched as he disappeared onto stage. You watched with a grin on your face. He was only a song into his set and he already looked like he was having the time of his life. You leaned up against the wall, not taking your eyes off of him.

 Everything went well, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw the lead vocalist of Drop The Pilot. Your eyes widened as he greeted you. “Hey, I’m Jesse.” You smiled politely and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N). You played a great show.” I said, Jesse smiled as he shrugging. “Thanks.” You glanced from him to the band every so often. “Y’know, it was nice of Andy and the band to allow my band to open up for his,” he admitted, walking in front of you and leaning against the same wall. You stood straight just then, trying to get a better view. “Mhmmm. Andy is always welcoming to all bands, especially upcoming bands,” You explained, keeping most of your focus on BVB.

 ”Yeah, I guess. So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing backstage anyway?” You shot Jesse a confused look, then shook her head slightly. He must’ve not known. “Oh, y’know, watching my boyfriend play with his band,” you said, emphasizing the fact that Andy was indeed your boyfriend. “Yes, but I barely met you today, I wouldn’t call you my girlfriend so soon, honey,” he replied with a chuckle. Your head shot towards him, your jaw dropping. “Excuse me?” You tilted your head to the side, examining him carefully.

 ”It was a joke, doll. Don’t get so worked up about it, sheesh!” Yet another chuckle escaped his lips. You took a deep breath and shook your head again. You wanted to make it clear that you were getting annoyed. He caught onto it fairly quickly. “What I’m trying to say is that I find you attractive.” You ignored him, trying to clear him out of your hearing. “C’mon, (Y/N). I know you like me. I saw how you were looking at me while I was playing my set. While your boyfriend had his hands all over you, you were eye humping me the whole time. Don’t deny it!” 

 At this point, you had enough, so stormed off and headed directly backstage. Andy took noticed. Jesse followed closely behind and stopped you. “Wait!” Jesse yelled. You stopped and turned around quickly. “Listen, you are a cool dude and everything, but I can’t be with you. Get it through your fuckin’ head!” Your raised voice caused some people to turn their heads. Jesse stared dead at you and then let out a husky laugh. “The funny thing about that is, my girlfriend said the same exact thing to me before we started dating. She was dating some guy named Austin something.. I don’t know and I don’t care, but long story short. I think we should go to my dressing room and get this over with.” 

 You were just about to let out a huge rant spill through, Jesse put a finger to your lips and was just about to lean in a lay a kiss on your lips. He was only centimeters away from your face, when you heard a loud “HEY!” The voice it came from was far too familiar. Andy hurried over to the two of you and pulled Jesse away from you. Andy made a strong fist and punched him straight in the face. Next thing you knew, Jesse was laying on the ground with blood covering his shirt and face. “You broke my fucking nose!!” was all he could manage to saw through all that blood swallowing. Andy kept called up, ready to throw in another punch and maybe even a kick or two. You looked at Andy and noticed how red his face became. He was obviously furious.

 ”Are you fuckin’ stupid or something? Why the fuck would you try and touch my girl?!” Andy didn’t let the other speak, but instead kicked him in his stomach. “Don’t you ever get near her again, you stupid asshole!” Andy was just about to throw another kick, when you and a couple of bystanders pulled him back. “That’s enough,” you reassured him. “I think he got the picture,” you forced him back and smile softly. “You alright, babe,” he asked, calming down a bit as he saw your smile. “I’m fine. Fucker didn’t get a chance to make any moves.” I growled, “Good.” 

 ”You’re nothing but a faggot anyway,” Jesse called out, being helped up by his manager and band mate. Jesse had now been hold a cluster of paper towels to his nose. “Besides, your girlfriend is just a cheap whore. I’m glad I didn’t fuck her!” His voice was muffled under all those tissues, but his words were clear as dusk. Andy made fists again, heading over to him, until you stopped him. “Wait, I got this!” You rushed over to Jesse, slapping him across his face. “You worthless asshole!” You turned around, seeing Andy and the rest of the gang cheering you on. You blushed, rushing over to Andy’s side. You pulled you into a warm embrace. “Mine,” He said with a big grin.