Band imagines (request closed)

Andy Beirsack

TW: language, physical abuse

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" it's so fucking hot!" I grumble to my best friend and employer, Ben Bruce, as I roll up my hoodie sleeves. " well, why are you wearing...", his question is cut off with a gasp and he grabs my wrist. " what the fuck are those?". I swallow hard hoping to push down my tears too. " nothing" I respond, not wanting to talk about my ex. " HE did this, didn't he" he ask, pulling me out of the warped tour crowd and under the shade of a bus.

" you broke up with him, right" I nod, as the tears begin to spill from my eyes. " he decided I needed a parting gift" I finally speak up. He pulls me into a hug and I flinch slightly in pain. He noticed. " are there more?" He doesn't let me answer, before he lifts my shirt just enough to see my sides and stomach spotted purple and blue. He grits his teeth and I see a flicker of anger in his eyes, " I swear, if I ever see him, he's-"

" Ben!, Ben Bruce! " he is interrupted, and we both turn toward the distinct voice of our friend, Danny. " get over here,we're on!" Danny shouts again, " I'm coming, damn-it!" Ben screams back, turning to me." See you at the merch tent."

Instead of running, which is tough with my bruised ribs, I decide to slowly make my way to the table, where I'll be bombarded by fans. I'm aproaching the Black Veil Brides bus, and the door opens to real two- fifths of the band. They don't notice me, so i get their attention. "Jak-......ahhh!" I'm cut off by my own scream as I'm shoved roughly to the ground." Surprise bitch!" I recognize the voice of my ex, but I can't see his face clearly, as he begins punching me over and over.

"Sttt..stop" I shout at him, but he quickly silences me with a tight grip around my throat. ," you don't tell me what to do" he seethes at me, pushing all his weight on his knee, which is resting on my stomach. I'm sputtering for air and struggling to remove his hand from my airway, as my vision is getting blurry. " hey! Get off her!"

My ex is suddenly yanked off me and tackled to the ground. I sit up and take deep, staggered breaths as I watch the scene before me. Oli Sykes is kneeling over my ex, he landed a few punches, until my ex slumped into the dirt. Suddenly, I hear Andy's, heavy steps as he runs straight to me, Jake is close behind him with two security guards, who stop beside my ex.

" are you okay?" Andy ask me, crouching in front of me. " no, but I'll live" I answer through shaky breaths. Andy stands again, before bending over and sweeping me into his arms. I giggle, slightly, but am cut off by a sharp pain in my side. " I can walk, you know" I state, as Andy struggles to open the door of his bus. He doesn't respond, just continues until we are inside. Jake enters behind us, quickly retrieving a water bottle from the fridge.

Andy places me on the couch and walks off down the hall. Jake sits beside me and helps me to remove my dirty hoodie, revealing my tank top and my discolored skin. There is a knock on the door, and Jake answers, exiting right after, to talk with security. Finally alone, I let out the tears that I've held in, but Andy reappears into the front room, a wet towel in hand.

He kneels in front of me on the floor and begins to rub down my exposed skin, not bothering to speak as I shake and break down. It's only when he moves to lift my tank, that I stop crying, flinching away on instinct. " I'm not gonna hurt you" he says simply, to which I nod and slowly lift my top. " fuck" he whispers, before wiping the cold cloth on my heated skin.

When he is finished, he moves to sit beside me, pulling me into a gentle hug. " you don't deserve this, Y/N. No one does" he breaks the silence, while softly rubbing my back. " if I had you, I would never hurt you" I smile at his words and lift my head to face him. He smiles at me and I swear I notice a small blush on his cheeks. I don't know where the confidence came from, but I quickly grabbed his chin, pulling him into a too-short kiss, which he continued by caressing my cheek and holding me to him to deepen the kiss.

We reluctantly pull away for air, resting our foreheads together, before he lets out a deep laugh. I pull back to quirk my eyebrows at him, to which he explains." I've wanted to do that forever" now it's my turn to blush " then why don't you do it again?" I tease, before gasping as he pulls me to straddle his lap.

" is that a challenge? " and our lips connect again.