Imagines

We'll Brave This Storm - Andy Biersack

You and Andy have been together for three months and he surprised you with a night out. He chose to take you out to dinner, but you being anorexic, felt horrified.

"Hey, [Y/N], we’re going to a restaurant tonight, it’s our three month anniversary" Andy said while his long, slender arms embraced your waist from behind. You sucked your stomach in just in case because you thought you weren’t skonny enough for him but he noticed and turned you around.

“Why do you always do that, [Y/N], you’re already so skinny!” Andy chimed in a playful voice, trying to turn this into a joke and not a scowl.

“But not enough” you murmured under your breath and pushed your face into his t-shirt and embraced his ribs, locking your fingers limply together in attempt that your hands stay around him rather than fly down his sides.

“We’ll talk about it over dinner or something, okay? I’ll pick you up at seven, is that okay with you?” he asked sweetly and kissed the top of your head before leaning back a little to catch a glimpse of your facial expression.

You swallowed hard but smiled in hope he would drop the conversation and forget about it.

It was seven o’clock and you were just finished getting ready.

Standing in front of the mirror, you looked at yourself and weren’t exactly pleased with the way you looked.

You were wearing a tight, deep red, beaded dress that extended halfway over your thighs, hiding most of them. You swirled around a few times and you were disgusted with how big your thighs looked, your stomach was finally flat enough but you are going to be forced to eat at dinner, your collarbones still weren’t showing enough, your arms chubby and hips too bulky.

You were having second thoughts about it and took it off.

Just as the dress slipped down and hit the floor, a storming Andy came through the door.

“Hey, what the f-” you heard and pulled a blanket to cover yourself, but weren’t quick enough.

He caught a glimpse of your body and his expression changed from rage to soft and loving. Without a single word, he came over you and embraced your tiny waist, rocking you softly in the rhytim of Saviour.

“Andy?”

“Yes, love?” he spoke softly as response to your harsh words, your throat was as dry as a desert.

“How can you love someone as big as me? I mean, those girls at your concerts are two times smaller than me, with nice collarbones, visible hipbones, perfect stomachs and beautiful faces. Why didn’t you choose someone like them?”

“Don’t start that.” he warned.

“What? That I am worthless as a girlfriend?-“

“No, [Y/N], you’re not!”

“Yes, I am! I don’t have the small waist for you to hold, or a flat stomach you can tickle… My hair is always tied up and my face looks like pizza. I always eat too much with you and the guys and then when I get home, I stay awake all night and after you fall asleep, I go into the bathroom and I stay there until I’m clean again.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m done with this! I don’t wanna hate myself so much! I wanna get better, Andy! And I can’t do that as long as I’m your girlfriend!”

Andy was heartbroken and you were trembling, your eyes started burning, tears of fire dripped down your sunken cheekbones.

“[Y/N], I swear to God. If you don’t put that dress back on and go to that dinner with me, I will fucking starve myself until you start eating healthy. I’m not even fucking joking. Get dressed before I throw that lamp out the window and trash the room” Andy’s voice was low and dark as he pointed to the window. You gasped and tried to regain your posture but the tears were too heavy and your knees gave in.

As they came in contact with the floor, a sudden breeze flew through the room. A high pitched cracking noise snatched you back from the sea of tears you were ready to drown in and the walls echoed a loud growl. You whipped your tearstained face up and took in a sight of a furious Andy knocking lamps and furniture over, ripping the sheets apart and punching pillows.

Multiple choices rushed through your head.

Torn between continueing to drown, calmin him down or dressing and forgeting, you picked yourself up and threw the dress back on, slowly walking towards him.

“Andy…” a rough whisper broke through your tears and Andy suddenly stopped in his tracks to turn and face you, his hair a mess, blue eyes clouded with gray rage and lips chapped.

“What. Do. You. Want now?” he fought back the urge to swear at you, knowing you hated when he called you names, even as a joke.

“Stop this nonsense, I will go out with you and I will eat, just please don’t hurt yourself.’

He held his fist up in the air to show you his bloody knuckles and your gaze moved to the hole in the wall.

“Why are you allowed to hurt yourself and I’m not?” he spat angrily but his voice remained almost a whisper and his breathing slowed down just a bit.

“I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll get better, just don’t hurt yourself anymore!” you begged and threw your arms around his chest when the tears came running down again “I can’t do this alone!”

He slowed down his breathing and calmed himself a bit “Shhhh, babygirl, you’re not alone, we’ll brave this storm” he said and embraced your fragile frame while planting a kiss in your hair.

He spun you around to face the mirror but your eyes were closed as he slid your dress down.

“Open your eyes, [Y/N], look at yourself” he said, sounding like a song whispered in your ear and you gave in to his demand.

“You are perfect. To me, to the guys in the band, all of our girlfriends and my fans. To everyone but yourself.”

You swallowed hard and examined your body. As by a miracle, your mind was liberated from some of the hate you’ve received and Andy’s hand gently travelled from your neck, over your collarbones that were showing exactly as much as you wanted them, down your perky shoulders. Every spot on this journey was visited by a soft kiss from his lips, trailing down to your wrists and long, skinny fingers, like made for small tattoos. He walked in front of you and lowered himself to his knees with every kiss along the middle of your chest, down your stomach and curved towards your hip bones that slightly stuck out. His lips met your thighs that didn’t seem so fat anymore nor sickly skinny and traced further down to the inside of your thighs when you gasped and reached for his rough, black hair.

You moaned with your eyes closed shut again as he kissed every milimeter of your inner thighs before pulling back up to meet your lips. His hands wandered into your hair and grasped it as the kiss deepened.

“Now you believe me?” he spoke into the kiss.

“Yes, my love. Now I do.”

He smiled with your lips still connected and your mind was clear, no thoughts, no voices, no blank space. In that moment, you and Andy were the only ones in the world and the only thing you felt was his lips on yours, his hand on the back of your head while the other carressed your waist. And in that moment, you swore you were infinite.