#Andrew

[peppymintdreams]

Heey, Can you maybe write about Andrew and darling after a fight?

After the Fight

Andrew Marston x Darling

Both of whom are getting ready for bed but the events of just a few minutes resurface into a much bigger deal resulting in some actions

The bedroom was oppressively silent, save for the occasional shifting of sheets as Andrew and Darling lay in tense, mutual resentment. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, yet here they were—back to back in bed, their earlier argument unresolved and bitterness radiating between them. Neither spoke, but both were wide awake, their anger festering under the thin guise of sleep.

Andrew was irritated, though he tried to ignore it, swallowing his frustration as he stared blankly at the wall. He heard the faintest sniffle behind him, followed by a shaky exhale.

"Are you crying?" His voice was flat, but there was an undercurrent of weariness and exasperation.

Darling didn’t answer, but their trembling breaths gave them away.

“Christ, Darling,” Andrew sighed, rolling onto his back. “Why are you crying now? We’ve been over this. I’m not doing this again tonight.”

Darling sat up abruptly, wiping their cheeks with trembling hands. "I’m crying because I don’t know what else to do, Andrew! I hate going to sleep like this. I hate that you won’t even talk to me properly.” Their voice cracked, and the sound hit Andrew like a blow, though he tried not to show it.

“You hate it?” he retorted, sitting up as well. His brow furrowed, irritation bleeding into his tone. “And what exactly do you expect me to do? Keep arguing until sunrise? Apologize for something I didn’t do just to make you feel better? You’re not the only one upset here!”

Darling’s lip quivered, their words caught between a sob and a scream. “You act like I’m the one who’s being unreasonable, but you don’t even care how I feel, do you?”

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” Andrew snapped, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. “You twist everything into me being the villain. I care, Darling, but I don’t know what you want from me anymore. What am I supposed to do? Tell me, because I’m tired of guessing!”

The tears spilled faster now, uncontrollable and hot. Darling’s chest heaved as they grabbed their coat draped over the chair by the window.

“What are you doing?” Andrew asked sharply, his irritation momentarily replaced by confusion.

“I can’t stay here,” Darling choked out, slipping their arms into the sleeves of the coat. “I can’t sit here and listen to you talk to me like this. I need... I need to go.”

Andrew swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing quickly. “It’s the middle of the night, Darling. Be serious.”

“I am serious!” They fumbled for their keys, barely able to see through their tears. “I can’t be here, Andrew. I can’t do this right now.”

Andrew’s frustration wavered, replaced by a twinge of panic as Darling headed for the door. “You’re not thinking straight,” he said, his voice softer but still tense. “Running off into the dark isn’t going to fix anything.”

Darling paused at the doorway, their back to him. “I don’t know how to fix this,” they whispered, their voice breaking. “But staying here and feeling like I’m nothing to you? That hurts more than leaving.”

Andrew’s chest tightened, and for a moment, he said nothing, his pride and guilt waging a silent war. “Darling...”

But the door clicked shut before he could finish.

Andrew stood in the empty space they’d left behind, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. He cursed under his breath, his heart pounding harder with each second of silence. He told himself to give them space, but deep down, the thought of them wandering alone in the cold was unbearable.

Grabbing his own coat, Andrew muttered to himself, “You’re a bloody idiot, Marston,” before slipping out the door into the night.

He had to find them. Even if it meant continuing the fight, even if it meant swallowing his pride, he wasn’t about to let them leave like this

[kawacy]

Andy and Leyley

based on official devlog art

[eikkou]

babies

[sunriseabram]

Andrew: I'm gay.

Renee: I know.

Andrew: ...

Andrew: Do you think Neil knows?

[silbermilch]

[chacha462]

Hey guys Andrew Minyard is in love

Like ANDREW MINYARD IS IN LOVE

I don't know but sometimes it just hits me how HUGE it is

ANDREW MINYARD IS IN LOVE AND HE IS SAFE

[gabumk]

reading the third book now! 🦊

[kryannoy]

what his kinks are . . .

genre: nsfw, smut

character: andrew graves

warnings: hair pulling, doggy style, biting, marking, choking, + no ashley involved

a/n: i am a bit too obsessed with him at the moment so let me relive my 13 year old self where i used to love psycho guys

HAIR PULLING

Definitely. It was shown in his flashback with Julia where he asked her to tie up her hair. In this case, he would love it if you tied your hair up in a ponytail. It makes it easier for him to grab all of your hair in one go. However, if you're not tying it up, he'd still bunch up your hair in one hand and fuck you from behind.

DOGGY STYLE

Speaking of, he likes doing it in this position. Not because he can admire your ass being pounded by his hips, but also your gorgeous back where he can easily have access to mark you all up.

BITING / MARKING

His body is always so close to you because he can't keep his mouth away from your skin. He loves to bite you, suck you, lick you—whatever to show you're his and his only. He loves to see the purple and red spots and bite marks all over your neck, shoulder, chest, tits, thighs, everywhere. It reminds him of the intense night he had with you.

He even loves it when you leave scratch marks on him. He likes to know he's fucking you good. It boosts his ego, making his oh so hot smirk appear on his face.

CHOKING

He doesn't actually want to hurt you but if you want to he's fine with it. Plus, if it's a rough day for him and he'd go feral, he will choke you in bed. It's like another side of him you get to see.

This includes him collaring you. Oh, he loves to see you wearing a pretty pink or red or black collar with a heart. He loves to pull on the heart which tightens the grip. He wouldn't mind putting on the leash, holding onto it tight and fucking you into the sheets. At times, he really wants you to keep it on even off bed but other times, he likes to see the mark it leaves on your neck along with the hickeys.

[litrallymadlad]

[tonton-arts]

🦊❤️🦊

[peppymintdreams]

Twin Troubles

Andrew and Simon, Age 4

The Marston family home was quiet, almost unnaturally so, save for the faint ticking of the clock in the parlor. Silence was something their mother demanded—a house rule carved into the very walls. But silence was also a fragile thing with twin boys underfoot.

“Give it back!” Andrew’s voice rang out, sharp and indignant, shattering the stillness.

Their mother looked up from her writing desk, her pen pausing mid-sentence. Her face tightened with irritation as the muffled sound of a scuffle grew louder. She did not rush to intervene but sat for a moment, weighing whether the interruption warranted her attention.

“No! It’s mine!” Simon’s shrill reply cut through the air, forcing her hand.

With an audible sigh, she rose and walked toward the playroom, her footsteps deliberate, calculated. She stepped into the doorway, her sharp gaze falling on the boys. They were on the floor, locked in a tug-of-war over a tattered stuffed lion.

“What is this nonsense?” Her tone was cool, a blade she wielded without raising her voice.

Both boys froze, their identical faces pale as they turned to her. “Simon’s not sharing,” Andrew said quickly, his small hand gripping one of the lion’s paws.

“I had it first!” Simon protested, still holding firm.

Their mother’s eyes narrowed, her expression void of sympathy. “I don’t care who had it first,” she said, her words clipped. “You’re behaving like animals, both of you. Let go. Now.”

The twins hesitated, their hands slackening before they let the toy drop to the floor.

“Andrew, you’re four years old, not a baby. Act like it,” she said, her attention turning to the younger twin. “And you, Simon,” she continued, her gaze like ice. “You think scowling at your brother makes you superior? I assure you, it doesn’t.”

Andrew flushed, lowering his eyes to the floor. Simon fidgeted, toeing the edge of the rug.

“Clean this mess,” she instructed, motioning to the scattered toys. “I won’t tolerate chaos in this house.”

The boys moved in unison, gathering blocks and puzzle pieces in silence, the lion abandoned in the center of the room. Their mother lingered for a moment, her presence a looming weight, before turning on her heel.

As she disappeared back down the hall, Simon shot Andrew a look, his lips trembling. “She’s mad at us.”

“She’s always mad,” Andrew muttered, his small hands working methodically to stack the blocks. His voice carried none of the anger he’d shown earlier, only quiet resignation.

Simon sat down beside him, clutching one of the blocks tightly. “Do you think she hates us?”

Andrew hesitated, glancing toward the doorway to make sure they were alone. “She doesn’t hate us,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “She’s just… busy.”

Simon nodded slowly, though the answer seemed to satisfy neither of them. He slid the block toward Andrew, as if offering a truce.

“Let’s build the castle,” Simon whispered.

Andrew stared at him for a moment before giving a small nod. “Fine. But I’m building the towers this time.”

The two boys worked quietly, the fortress rising from the carpet in careful symmetry. Their mother never returned to check on them, and when the castle was finished, they didn’t call for her to see.

Instead, they sat together in the glow of their creation, pretending, if only for a moment, that their kingdom was their own—and that no one else’s rules applied.

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[fallingintotragedies2]

Goretober stuff

You can find the uncensored versions on my Instagram (I’m not familiar with tumblr’s policy on gore so I’m just playing it safe for now)

[quequeishere]

pt 3 of the tangled au (can y’all guess who Madam Flamingola Flaming Hot Cheetos is)

[sunriseabram]

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[silbermilch]

very quick and self indulgent Andrew