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Back Hallway (AndLey one-shot)could build a house with all this writer's block.
HA GEDDIT? BLOCK? WRITER'S BLOCK? BLOCKS LIKE STONE AND BLOCKS LIKE STUCK?
I'm funny fuck you.
Heres a random one-shot I have to clear my head.
First day of school. Whew. Okay, no being nervous Andy. You already have a good chance of getting picked on for looking emo, you don't need the name tag "pussy" stamped on your face. I shifted my batman bag up my shoulders, keeping my eyes cast downward as I walked along in the hallway. I was already getting stares from people. Fucking hell this was getting on my nerves. My shoes seemed to make the loudest tromping noise of them all and my hair kept falling in my eyes. His sucked...this sucked so badly...
Finally finding my classroom exactly 1.75 seconds AFTER the bell rang...well, it was more like a beep over the intercom since the legit bells seem to not work anymore...I finally got into the classroom. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be in their seat eit
Six AM AndLeyA6: heyyy Ash
Me: what andy =[
A6: r u ok? u sound PO
me: no im just lonely...
A6: aw dont worry ashie theres alot of girls out there!!
Me: ...ya...whatev u say Mr IhaveagirlfriendandyoudontSix
A6: wat? its not like u never had 1
Me: pft those girls wer just 4 show uk tht!! You and scout r like, practiclly married.
A6: .///. stfu
Me: its true.
I flipped shut my phone and threw it on the sofa, ignoring the next message I got from Andy. I crossed my arms and stared at the rain-soaked window next to my closet, lightning flashed, lighting up my room making the lights flicker.
My phone began to ring, I saw Andy's contact photo pop up.
"What?" I said, my voice cracking as I held back tears.
"Look, I'm sorry you're lonely. I'll see if Scout has anyone up for-"
I pressed the end button, throwing back down my phone I curled up in my bed and cried myself to sleep, staring at one of my many model posters as I did so.
I woke up the next morning and walked to school, my sholders hunched and my head
Ouiji Boards - BVB Fanfiction."Hey Ashley..."
Andy walked onto the bus, a retangular piece of carboard clutched in his hands wrapped in plastic wrap. He was staring down at it, his eyebrows crooked down staring at the brown board in wonder.
"Whats up?" Ashley called from the sofa. He was playing video games with CC.
"I got this at the st-"
"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!" Jinxx came thumping across the bus, jumping over Ashley and CC's legs he grabbed the piece of cardboard from Andy and examined it closely.
"Oh my god you didn't." Jinxx handed it back to Andy, backing away.
"What?" CC asked. Everyone was looking at Andy.
He mumbled something, hiding it behind his back.
"What is it?" Jake got up and started towards Andy.
"Itsajeeboard!" he said, backing up.
"What?" CC repeated.
"I'm so confused..." Ashley said.
"Ouija board!" Jinxx yelled as Andy held it out of anyone's reach.
The room was quiet. Everyone glanced at eachother.
"I thought it'd be fun but NO everyone flips their shit." Andy said, sitting it down on the
Rebel High chapter 1 [Collab Entry]
Rebel High - Chapter 1.
(Insert chapter title here)
Just another day at this hell hole of a school, sitting as usual in my isolated section of the classroom with the people who hated me. I was dark, black makeup and clothing, dyed hair and skinnier then a rail while the "normal" ones were bright, blonde and so happy it was almost scary. Then there was me, never smile in public, quiet Andy.
I sketched a picture of Batman on the side of my test, trying to think. Math always got to me, the numbers just seemed to be everywhere and then the letters that symbolize the numbers and all the equations that made my brain feel like an empty box full of stupid when I tried to figure them out. It was especially hard when the blonde bitch sitting next to me poped her gum every 3 minuets and had a pencil eraser that could wake the dead.
I seemed to be the only one of my kind here, aside from the 3 friends I had. They all were in another class though. None of us had a class together except the las
Beep Beep Motherfucker (Andley with VIOLENCE~)I tried to run. I ran, faster than I ever had. My feet thundered down the darklit streets and alley ways, but I couldn't shake them. Them. The bullies. They always come after me when they're looking for blood, or bruises, or whatever they wanted out of me. I just wanted to be left alone! I was trying to get to Ashley's house but they met me a block before his street. I had ran about two...or three...or five...I don;t know how long I've been running! They just kept coming after me. I knew what they would do, they'll break my nose, kick me in the groin, cut me with broken bottles then smash whats left over my head. Its happened before, and they're looking for it again.
Curly head was leader of the three, running far ahead of the other two and not far from me. The other two...big, bulky, like body guards for him. He was the strongest and I didn't want to let him get me again. I knew their vision wasn't the best at night but neither was mine. I raced down the urban street
Little Ones chapter 1 (Jinxley/Jishley)It was raining out and I had just gotten off of work. Water poured from the evening sky like a literal waterfall, soaking me head to toe. Luckily I kept my phone in a plastic bag in case something like this were to happen, but I looked past the idea that I might actually need an umbrella.
The city street was bustling with Taxi cars, smart cars, car cars, FedEx trucks, you name it. I held a trash bag over my head to somewhat shield me from the pouring rain, holding out my thumb for a taxi. I missed the bus since I worked overtime today, and its not like I have my own car or anything. Actually my friend had taken the car for a day so he could get girls or something. I quietly promised to myself I'd never loan CC me car again.
After staggering a couple blocks with my head down and water pouring down from the top of my head to my face, a car pulled up next to me. It wasn't a taxi, it was actually a pretty fancy looking black car with dimmed windows. The driver rolled down the window and pe
Parties aren't always that bad~ Andley OneshotIt was another concert night in Hollywood, California, for the hard rock band, Black Veil Brides. After the great concert, front man, Andy Biersack, wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bunk and go to sleep. But sadly this was not to be, as he found himself being nagged to go to an after-party by his bassist Ashley Purdy.
"Aw, pretty please Andy?" Ashley begged, batting his eyelashes and sliding dangerously close to Andy. Andy turned his head and started into Ashley's dark brown eyes, as he tried his very best not to blush. He felt butterflies settle in the pit of his stomach, his cheeks got warmer and his heart beat faster, thudding hard against his rib-cage. Andy had been crushing on Ashley for a while now, and had been doing his best to keep it a secret. So far, no-one had yet found out and he intended to keep it that way. He was starting to think that he was in love with Ashley, that it was more than just a silly crush. Would a crush last this long? Andy didn't know, thi
Car Accident- AndleyIt was raining as high school senior, Andy Biersack and his boyfriend of two years, Ashley Purdy, drove home from a birthday party at Andy's Aunt and Uncle's house, who lived an hour away from L.A.
It annoyed Ashley that it was raining. It reminded him of a term that a his English teacher had used, once. What was it?...Path...pathetic...falla...pathetic fallacy! When the weather in literature and movies matches how the character's feeling.
Ashley was in a bad mood, as he leaned against the comfy, leather upholstery of his boyfriend's volvo. The volvo had been bought using guilt money Andy'd recieved via mail from his father for 'missing his birthday and christmas for five years'.
Andy was in a worse mood, if it was possible. He glared at Ashley from his place behind the wheel, looking seriously pissed off.
Ashley wasn't going to apologise, he knew that for certain.
"You just fucking had to. I can't take you anywhere!" The taller boy exclaimed, squinting out of the laminated glass winds
At Midnight - AndleyAS A TODDLER- you handed me my Teddy when it fell in the sand
Andy was slipping down the curly slide in his neighbourhood's only kiddie park, grinning widely as he did so. A small teddy was clutched tightly in the three year old's hand, and Andy was holding onto it for dear life. His mother had told him not to lose it, or get it dirty.
"Dat was fun!" Andy exclaimed, happily.
As the blond started toddling towards the side of the park, where his mom sat, talking to other adults, he tripped and fell over. The boy could not help it as a tear trickled out of his powder blue eyes. His teddy bear had landed a few inches in front of his outstreched hand; covered in sand.
"Are you OK?" Andy looked up to see a slightly older boy, with shiny black hair that looked like silk. The boy was looking at him with concerned, wide, honey-brown eyes.
"N-no," Andy sniffled. "My leg h-huwts a-an' my b-beawr- mommy said I c-couldn't get it d-diwty!" His voice broke on the last word. The boy'
Feels Like Home - AndleyLove isn't something you can just dismiss into the wind, something you can forget about. True love strikes you at the worst moments and leaves you breathless. It leaves your soul, the very core of your existence, begging for more. Simply laying eyes upon that lucky person makes every single cell in your body vibrate with pure energy and unadulterated love. Their voice sends shivers down your spine and one look into their god-sent eyes is like a gift bestowed upon you by the highest powers of heaven. The smallest touch can be felt days afterwards, a delicate heat that warms even the darkest depths of your heart. Every heartbeat and electric impulse, all of it whispers their name through the life blood slipping through your veins; every breath and blink of your eyes exists because they do.
Everything you do belongs to them because your heart is their's. It always has been and always will be.
Babysitter - Andley - oneshotTo know before reading, it's about;
Ashley Purdy (age 12)
And Andy Biersack (age 5)
"Mommy! Where are you going?" I asked, as she put on her coat. "I'm going out honey, Ashley will babysit you." She told me with a smile. "But I don't like girls " I whined. "Sweety, Ashley is a boy. He plays bass, you'll like him." She assured me.
The doorbell rang. I ran to the front door and flung it open. There stood a boy, a handsome boy, dressed in black, waiting awkwardly in front of our house. "You must be, Andrew." He said smiling sweetly. "Andy." I corrected him. "Oh Andy sounds even better! I'm Ashley." He chimed. He patted my head, before looking at my mom. "I will take good care of him. He looks like a sweetie." He said to her. I blushed slightly. He called me a sweetie. Mom laughed. "Not always" The boy called Ashley laughed too. "We'll see." He added. Mom kissed my head and was about to get out, but turned around. "It will get late, probably. Grab whatever you want
Take This To Heart Ch 3
Chapter 3: Cold Hard Bitch, Just A Kiss On The Lips And I Was On My Knees
It was heartwarming waking up the next morning with Andy in my arms. I didn't want to leave, but I knew that I had work later on today. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep that I just had to mess with him. I kissed his forehead and started to kiss down his face slowly until I reached his lips. I saw his eye peak open before I made contact. He kissed back a little, parting his lips and letting me in, I didn't leave one corner of his mouth unexplored. Andy had the sweetest taste to him.
"This is the best way to wake up." He hummed scooting in closer to me. "Good morning Ashes."
"Morning Bright Eyes. I don't ever want to leave your bed."
"I have to go to work today."
"Yeah, so do I." He got up and out of the bed. His milky white skin was painted different shades of red and purple from the night before. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of my hand print on his ass. "What's so funny?"
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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