#bvb x reader

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first thing i’ve done about jobe bellingham!! except a fluff story soon! :) please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the jo. bellingham taglist!

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the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

A/N: Hi! In this blog, we love old men and we want to be held by 1.90+cm football players. Enjoy, I was feeling inspired by watching some of this beautiful man's interviews and how adorable he is.

He's a gentleman, definitely. If you're comfortable with it, he will open the door for you, hold your hand while getting out of the car and show you how special you are to him.

Will treasure every little gift you want to give him. Those special presents are like his small good luck charms, thinking about you every time he sees or uses them.

Get ready to steal some of his sweaters, he has plenty and he doesn't mind, he actually loves how you look in his turtlenecks, even more, if you're only wearing the sweater and your underwear, in bed.

Loves holding you against his chest, cuddling with you, and how you fit perfectly in his arms like you always belonged there.

He's particularly used to social situations where he was the main focus of attention, but also he'd rather perform in the pitch, not in front of microphones and journalists, so you're like his safe space, where he can be himself and be relaxed in the company of the person he loves the most.

It's an old-style kind of love, one of those that gives you comfort and a feeling of stability, of being home, it could be even called a husband-like.

Likes to have night outs with you, but if you'd rather stay at home, he has plenty of episodes of Brooklyn 99 he'd love to watch with you on the couch or the bed, or maybe introduce you to True Detective if you don't know it yet, and if you do, better yet, would love to have an interest in common with you.

Your smile is one of his weaknesses, he knows sometimes you can be self-conscious so he loves telling you how your smile lights up your whole face and how beautiful you look.

It was a delight to remove his shirt and pull it over his head as his toned torso was uncovered, all of his body was for you only, it was inevitable to lightly bite your lip at the sight.

When he's minding his own business and you want some attention, don't be afraid to hug him or give him a kiss on the cheek, he will be more than glad to give you all the attention you want, of course, after holding your face between his hands and kissing you.

Disclaimer under the cut

Pairing: The Prophet Andy Biersack x Reader,

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff,

Summary: Waking up in the arms of your boyfriend, the Prophet, for the first time in forever.

Music Video/Album: Wretched and Divine,

I stirred lightly to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair. As my eyes fluttered they fell upon a pair of blue ones staring back at me. It was rare that I could wake up and he would be here, it felt like months since the last time it happened.

"Good morning, Beautiful," his deep voice only lowered by the lack of use. It pulled me in as I curled back up into his chest, feeling it vibrate when he chuckled. I looked back up at him, his fingers still playing with the ends of my hair.

"Good morning," I offered with a kiss, which he accepted gladly with a smile. I continued to relish in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me so protectively.

"Proph!" the Destroyer knocked on the door, "we're gonna start playing a game in here while we have time!"

"Give me a bit," he called back, covering my ears slightly to muffle the early morning noises, "I'm gonna lay in here for a bit!"

"You don't have too," I protested quietly.

"I spent way too much time with them," he chuckled, "they get on my nerves sometimes, but you, I could never get sick of you."

Andy Biersack x Reader

Andy's Pov:

I didn't know what happened. It was all so fast. One moment I'm on the phone with CC entering into my house, the next I'm screaming. She was on the floor, bleeding. There was a lot of blood. I thought she was dead. I dialed 911. The rest was a blur. Now I'm waiting outside for her to be stable enough to speak to me.  Surgery was done within an hour of getting here, quicker than I'd imagine.

One thing I'd never forget is the sight of (Y/n) bleeding on the kitchen counter. The sticky red pool of blood collected around her head. Her hair color was tainted a disgusting shade of red, I wanted to vomit just thinking about it. Who would do this to such a wonderful girl?

"Andy Biersack?" My head snapped up and I rubbed my hands together as I nodded. "(Y/n) (L/n) is stable enough to speak to you. She has some amnesia, she might not remember you. Try to say little things that might spark her memory without stressing her about her memory. Room 80."

I quickly stood up and speed to room eight. She had some tubes connected to her arm, nothing too bad. Her head had been bandaged but some red coloring seeped through, not to mention how her hair was still unwashed and was matted with blood.

She looked so weak, I wanted to hold her but at the same time murder whoever did this. Only until now I realized how her once joyful eyes held a look of fear and confusion. When she finally spoke her voice was hoarse and she clearly was in a desire need of water.

"W-Who are you?" My heart dropped. She doesn't remember me. I was a stranger to her.

"I'm Andy. Andy Biersack." I was tempted to look away from her eyesight, not wanting her to see the tears welled up in my ducts, but I just couldn't pry them.  

"Do I know you? What am I to you? Are we dating? Is that why you're holding my hand?" She quickly became stressed, I swallowed a lump in my throat while searching for a response.

"Yeah, We are. We will have been dating for 3 years in December."

"I don't remember you. Did I really used to love you?" I nodded handed her a glass of water. I know and hope she didn't mean her choice of words. I'm unknown to her, I can't blame her for being skeptical.

"Yeah, We moved in together last year. Now you come on every tour with me and Ashley. And CC. And Jake. And Jinxx." I listed everyone's names slowly in case she remembers someone.

"You go on tour?" She tilted her head in question. She always does that, it's a little habit of hers.

"Yep, I'm a singer in a band called Black Veil Brides," I stated with a smile, this all reminds me of when we first met.

"That's so cool! I've heard a few songs by them. Rebel Love Song."

"Wanna listen?" I asked pulling out my phone. She always had a playlist on my phone in case she was using my phone.

I turned on the first song we bonded over, watching her reaction. "Don't get too excited there, might hurt your head."

Maybe this wasn't so bad. I get to fall in love with her all over again, but there is always the possibility of her deciding to love someone else.

Rebel Love Song came to an end and a new song came on. I froze. It was her favorite slow song. On December 28, about two weeks after we started dating, I had just gotten back from a family Christmas trip and we decided to have a date night.

After watching a movie, (Y/n) sat straight up with a look in her eyes. The one when she had an idea just demanding to happen.

-- "Andy, look it's snowing!" (Y/n) pointed out to the new snow building up on the streets.

"Not enough to play in though." I fake pouted wrapping my arms around her in a hug. "But we could dance."

"Andrew Biersack, are you asking if I want to slow dance with you? Because if I pick the song then yes." She had the brightest smile as she pulled out her phone, typing a title of the song.

"God, You're so adorable (Y/n)." -- "We're... We're in love."

I snapped out of the past to be thrown back into the harsh present. "Huh?"

"We're in love. I love you, Andy. I remember that night. I don't remember much, but I think it's coming back to me." She grabbed my hand.