Andrew Eldritch Oneshots/Imagines/Preferences

What an Eventful Night

Y/n= Your name
Soy la más perra de esté mundo!= I'm the most baddest bitch on this planet!

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol, Intoxication, Swearing & Suggestive Sexual Acts

"Ugh, what gives?!" You sigh annoyingly. Andrew lets go off of you as you stomped to the couch and sat down with your arms crossed. Andrew just rolled his eyes and shuts the front door. "You, Y/n, it's you who can't seem to control yourself after having too many drinks!" He spatted. "Oh please, I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just dancing, not my fault you English people never seen a woman like me dance like you'll call 'provocative' when it isn't." You retorted. "I'm not going to argue with you anymore, go sleep it off." He responded rather annoyingly.

Andrew removed his shades and set it on the coffee table and rubbed his eyes as he sigh tiredly. He didn't want to fight and wanted to sleep. Ever since you came to England and knew to the country, Andrew swore to protect you from any harm, including your antics. That includes your 'dancing' if you'll like to call it like that. Back in your country, you were like a Go-Go dancer, lots of moving your hips and just dancing freely. Which you didn't understood why Andrew gets upset and why the whole country of England finds it 'inappropriate' and unacceptable.

You grinned and lay rather suggestively on the couch and say; "Oh honey, it takes more than six margaritas to get me drunk. Plus, I'm not tired." Andrew just groans already tired of your antics. "Listen Y/n, I have things to do tomorrow, you're a grown woman to have a babysitter. Which I'm not." He said harshly. That's when you got up and moved close to him, violently close to his personal space. This caught Andrew off guard, loss at words. "I am a grown woman, I'll do whatever I want and no man nor you can stop me. Soy la mas perra de esté mundo!" You said cockily, laughing. Sure, he studied Spanish, but not Latin American Spanish.

He pushes you back to the couch, grunting that your back was hit somewhat hard on the couch. Andrew hovered over you and pinned your arms above your head. He was breathing hard, he was angry. You smirked at this and tease; "Aww, is someone hot and bothered that fast? My, I didn't know you have a crush on me." He gritted his teeth and suck his teeth. "Don't get ahead of yourself, get your ass to bed and sleep." He demanded. You licked your lips and giggle. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. No need to man-handle me like that. You know, back in my country, you'll get your ass kicked for treating a woman like that."

Andrew let's go off you and huffed. "God bless England." He said sarcastically. You giggled again and stood quiet from the couch. "Alright, I'm tired playing games. I'm tired and I work tomorrow. Well, in a few hours." You corrected yourself. "Sleep in my bedroom, grab clothes on my drawers. I'll sleep in the couch." He suggestive. You walked away tiredly to his room and before you closed the door, you joke; "Hey, do you want to sleep with me tonight? Who knows, you might have a chance getting laid." He gives you a look which you put your hands up, giving up. "I'm kidding, God, you're such a grumpy man."

"Will you go to sleep for fuck's sake?!" Andrew shouted. You stick your tongue at him and shuts the door. He sigh, finally you're going to be quiet. A few minutes later, Andrew was about to lay on couch, until, you came out from the room. "What the- what now, Y/n?" He complained. You sat next to him and look at him. He looks back at you not able to read your mood, which made him suspicious and alerted. You just smile and whispered to his ear; "You're not a grumpy man, you're just a caring person. Thank you for taking care of me." You lay a kiss on his cheek and cheerfully made your way back to the room.

"Goodnight, Andy." You said tiredly. You shut the door for good and climb to his bed, instantly falling asleep. Andrew was processing on what just happened, more like confused. He lay a hand on his cheek where you kissed him and asked himself; "What the fuck?"