Londy One Shots

The Moral Struggles of Being in Love with Your Employee by Andy Biersack 🥺

This was quite possibly the worst tour Andy Biersack has ever been apart of.

It wasn't because the shows weren't selling well or that the fans hated the new music- no, that was fine. It wasn't even that someone in the band or the crew was a raging asshole that was making everyone miserable, everyone was great.

Nope, the only issue was fully Andy's fault.

Andy didn't ask for this, he didn't want this.
He didn't wake up one day and thought: "You know what would be fun? Making my life somehow even more complicated than it already is!"

No, Andy wanted quite literally anything but this.

You're probably wondering what horrible, heinous thing Andy could've brought upon himself that was making everything so difficult?

It's quite simple, really.

Andy fell in love... with one of his employees.

He didn't know how it happened, it just did, but don't worry, he was beating himself up about it more than enough to make up for anything. It wasn't like he was going to say anything, god no. That was all kinds of inappropriate.

Lonny was the sweetest person Andy has ever met. He was talented, professional, and unbelievably positive. Plus he was really hot, that definitely didn't help Andy's predicament.

Sure, tour life was completely different from working in an office or some shit, but that didn't change the power imbalance.

Not even mentioning that Lonny was a fan- and not the usual ass-kissing 'big fan, dude' type of shit. No, Lonny was an actual fan of him. He's been to shows, he has merch, he is a fucking patron of his podcast.

So yeah, Andy was absolutely taking this shit to his grave. There was no way in hell that he was going to tell anyone, let alone Lonny.

Andy laid in his bunk, glaring up at the ceiling as if it was somehow it's fault before he sighed through his nose slowly, closing his eyes as he counted his breaths.

This was literal bullshit. He hated this.

"Drew? Get up, we're at the hotel!" Andy signed at the sound of his bodyguard's voice, and sat up.

"Can't I wallow in piece?" He mumbled under his breath as he sat up, climbing out of his bunk, trying in vain to smooth down his messy hair.

"You good?" Yanni asked with a raised brow.

"I'm fine, just tired." Andy replied.

"You sure?" Yanni pushed, clearly not buying it. He almost wanted to laugb at the fact that Andy thought he could actually hide something from him after all these years.

"I-." Andy started, but shook his head when Sage walked around the corner. "I'll tell you later." He said, walking past him.

He needed to make something up quickly because Yanni definitely wasn't going to let this go if he was concerned about the singer. Andy knew he could trust Yanni not to tell anyone about this, but he was just a bit mortified by the whole situation so he didn't want to acknowledge it... at all.

"I'll hold you to it!" Yanni replied, watching as Andy grabbed his bag, and exited the bus.

It was uncomfortably hot outside. Andy wanted to go back into the bus as soon as he walked outside.

"How fucking hot is it?" Andy said out loud.

"Almost a hundred degrees fahrenheit." The singer wanted to groan as he looked over his shoulder to see object of his desire. "And its supposed to get even hotter." Lonny huffed, falling into step next to him.