Andy Biersack X Reader

Walk Of Shame

Prompt: We met on a Saturday morning, both doing our walk of shame.

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Your feet hurt like hell. Your hair and makeup were both a mess, and you were wearing last night's dress. Yes, you were on your walk of shame. Turning a corner, you saw a tall man, who looked about as terrible as you felt. As you walked closer, you realised that he was a very attractive, punk-looking man. Not only that, but he was walking in the same direction as you! Picking up your pace, you decided to attempt a conversation with the beautiful stranger.

"Good morning. Did you have a good night last night?" You asked, now beside him. He jumped, and his head whipped around to look at you.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were the girl that I- um- never mind. Yeah, did you have a good night?" He said, visibly relaxing when he realised he didn't know you.

"Mine wasn't the best, but he was better than nothing. May I ask what your name is?" You replied.

"Andy. Truth be told, I didn't actually have a good time last night either. What's yours?"

"(Y/N). Were you out for any particular reason?"

"Not really, I just wanted to go out. Other than getting laid, was there a reason you went out?"

"Actually, it was my best friend's birthday yesterday, and I decided that we should go out and celebrate. And you know, I also wanted to get laid."

"Maybe the next time you're feeling like that, you should give me a call." He said, continuing to walk normally as if this happened to him every day. Wait a minute-

"Are you a prostitute?" You interrogated.

"No! No, not like that. I just thought you seem nice and I'd like to get to know you. I'm not a prostitute." Andy immediately corrected you. You were blushing with shame and all you could say was

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. And I'd like to get to know you better too."

"Hey, I turn here." He said, stopping. He turned to you and asked. "Can I write my phone number on your arm?"

"Sure." You answered, holding out your arm. Your face was about as red as a tomato. He wrote down his phone number on your arm in a black Sharpie.

"Bye. Please call me." He called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Bye Andy." You shouted after him. Continuing down the street, you started thinking that last night turned out better than you thought it would.