Literature
Your Eyes Sing Despair (Technically AndyXReader)
Finally, it was here: the best day of your life; a joint date sharing your birthday and a BVB concert. You’d be leaving in just a few hours to head a few states away to the venue, and spend the night in a hotel so close to your boys. You could barely stand it, and you were glad you picked out your outfit the night before – you were too frantic and excited to think about it now.
From top to bottom, you put even Alicia Vigil to shame: the newest BVB shirt you owned (of course, it only had Andy on it; and it was in color, for god’s sake), a black leather belted jacket (definitely staying on, even if it was sweltering ins