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beevean · 1 month ago

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I wonder if something could be said about Ashley's apparent penchant for drawing.

Leyley used to draw a lot. This, in itself, is nothing special: many kids draw as a hobby. The most noteworthy thing is that Leyley loved to draw so much, she'd do it on the walls, which Andy had to clean...

... and on Andy's notes, which made it difficult for him to study.

I don't need to say that this is just one of the many ways Leyley begged for attention and approval, which most surely had the opposite effect.

However, what made me pause a bit are three completely separate scenes.

This is in the very opening of the game:

We don't see Ashley drawing as an adult, but she doesn't seem to be very confident in herself. Then again, at this point in the game, it could be just goodhearted self-deprecation. It does say something, however, that she's still clinging onto that drawing, both because it's so old and not good-looking, and what it represents.

This is after Ashley, as a teen, has a meltdown over Andrew "seeing Julia":

Andrew is being mean, but to be fair to him, he's also angry and interprets the torn drawing as a way to make him feel bad, so I'll let it pass. The artstyle is so crude, I assume this is another old drawing: the lemon muffin is a reference to a way Andy celebrated Leyley's birthday when they were kids, so it's possible she drew it back then. And then kept it for years, before destroying it in a fit of heartbroken rage. It's how she conveyed her love for her brother, and it was that important to her, that apparently, she still had it in grabbing and tearing vicinity. Her hate for Nina is as important as her love for Andrew.

(the other option is, of course, that it's a much more recent drawing, and yes, this is a pretty abysmal way of drawing for a teen who apparently has been doing so for years. I still wouldn't call it garbage though, Andrew, she meant well :<)

Not much after that scene, Andrew also tells us this:

Whether Ashley still draws in her teen years or has stopped, at least we know it's more important to her than her homework, and enough for Andrew to comment on it.

And this is an offhand comment Renee makes to her mother while pretending she doesn't regret her life choices and children.

This is how Renee chooses to paint Ashley in a good light: by praising her art. Which is a lie, of course, because even back then she wasn't exactly Leonardo Da Vinci, but hey, grandma doesn't need to know about that. Worthy of note is that, despite doing everything in her power to interact with her daughter as little as possible, she did notice how much Leyley likes to draw (although afawk it could be because she once saw her drawing on the walls, so it's even more of a backhanded compliment).

So I suppose Leyley's cry for attention did work, in part.

It's a running gag that Ashley is a pretty bad artist. More than once, people point out she struggles to draw circles.

Speaking of attention seeking behavior, and how Renee keeps denying it.

So, what do I take from this?

That Ashley had a predisposition for drawing, clearly enjoying it regardless of her talent, and partially did so as a way to yell "look at me! I'm a person too! I have feelings, here they are!" at the world; but that predisposition was never nurtured, neglected as she was. Her art was ugly at best, a bother at worst. So she never developed her artistic skills, stagnated, and now she's a "bad" artist, which she resents. It's quite a shame, because of all the ways you could vent your feelings, art is by far the healthiest. Perhaps she would have been less destructive.

Naturally, this is part of one of the game's key themes: Ashley never grew up. She wasn't given the tools to, and now, she doesn't even want to. So she never developed past the "Leyley" phase of her life, still drawing in a childish way, still "playing" with her bunny plushies in her mind, still clinging onto her child self when Andrew wants nothing more than to grow up (or so he says). Much like her art, she too was seen mostly as an embarrassment, and so never improved. But every scrap of attention Andrew gives her? Means the world to her. And that's why she keeps going.

Lastly: every ending of the game comes with a crude crayon drawing.

It makes me believe that Ashley's art, ugly and childish as it is, is an important part of her, and her perception of the world.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #tcoaal spoilers #ashley graves #i hope this makes sense #i can feel something there but wording is hard lol #anyway ashley is a terrible womanchild of a brat and i would die for her

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miistersunshin3 · 9 months ago

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HIHI no clue if your requests r open but OMG I LOVED UR SAL X MEANGIRL!READER SMM 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ IS THERE A CHANCE WE CLD GET MOREE? 🫶🫶 🍰

Star struck pt. 2 ☆

Sal Fisher x meangirl!reader

a/n : part two yippeeee!! And yes my request are open so feel free to send more *\(^o^)/*

Enjoy!

-...he just couldn't keep staring as you slowly walked away, your hair swaying perfectly with each and every step, did you really just say that to him? it couldn't be, right? he must be dreaming

"sal, dude.. Sal! cmon bro we're gonna be late again, lets go" Larry said slightly annoyed, not having quite witnessed what just happened a few seconds ago.

Sal, having finally just snapped out of the trance you put him in, turned back around to face him and then coming at him with a little sarcastic

"pfft as if you care, weren't you the one that skipped first period today?"

"yeah yeah, lets just go now"

-needless to say you had that boy Star Struck (hihi see what I did there ^_−☆)

-even in the afternoon when the group hung out together, he just couldn't get his mind off of you and that stupid thing you said. Yet he was too nervous to tell his friends, knowing they were opposed to the idea of him liking.

-his friends, of course noticed his behavior, but decided to not comment on it thinking it was probably just him getting into his own head again.

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-at night, when everyone was fast asleep, he still caught himself thinking about you. you. you. you. and bless his poor soul, he just couldn't stop.

-with his mask off and his face in his pillow curling up in his bed, the duvet softly covering his body and hair falling freely, he couldn't help but wonder about your reaction to him without the mask. his face, his scarred broken then patched together again face, as he not so much liked to think about it.

-and god you were right, he's just so pathetic: laying in his bed thinking of you while a tear slowly makes its way down the less scarred side of his face. you and your friends make fun of him every day and yet he still feels so deeply connected to you, wanting you to hold him, to love him.

-once he does fall asleep, you even manage to follow him in his dreams: laying side by side together on his bed, with your arms around him and his head on your chest, he didn't have that uncomfortable border between the two of you, just his bare face touching the soft fabric of your shirt. your soft voice in his ears "you know Sal, for me you are truly the prettiest thing" it was like heaven...

-friday, the ninth of august, 06:45. is what the alarm clock read as he softly stirred awake despite not wanting to wake up from his dream. finally after so many nights of restless sleep, he had an actually dream, not one of those nightmares people would also only describe as dreams.

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-between periods, as Sal and Ash were making their way to art class, one of the few classes they share, they hear slight laughter and rambling behind them, knowing who it is by the obvious smell of perfume you always use. god it made him crazy.

-his thoughts were quickly disrupted by an obnoxious voice

"hey, you. yeah I'm talking to you blue hair and pigtails, you enjoy being a walking joke?" one of your friends snared.

"no wonder you only hang out with other weirdos, how about you all go back to the freak show your supposed to run?" another one joked making you laugh harder than you should have.

"oh yeah, you'd be the main attraction" you cockily say as you walk past him still smiling.

"fuckin' weirdos" the first one say as she purposefully bumps into Ashley while walking by.

-gosh why did you have to be so mean... and beautiful at the same time

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-its not that you hated Sal.. you didn't even dislike him. its just that... he's just so fun to mess with, I mean cmon he's the perfect target, mask and everything. you still weren't quite fond of his friends tho, but they were also okay.

-you did feel bad sometimes after saying something to him, even if he wouldn't react, your first thought with him was always 'did I take it to far now?' which was weird since you've never thought that when you'd do the same things with other people.

-but the sight you were going to witness in a few minutes was unbelievable to you..

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-this was truly the worst thing that could happen to him, he was defenseless. so vulnerable, so miserable, so pathetic.

-two of your male 'friends' had caught him alone in one of the storage rooms of the art classroom and decided they wanted to find out what lies under that mask of his.

-with one of them trying to take his prosthetic off and the other holding his hands so he couldn't defend himself even if he tried, he was done for... or so he thought.

-the creek of the door halted their movement only to reveal you, looking as beautiful as ever yet you had a bewildered looking on your face from seeing the scene in front of you.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you say as you look the one wanting to take his mask in the eyes.

"oh cmon, we were just having some fun here, no need to ruin it" the other one spits.

"this is what you call fun? that's pretty sad if you ask me, I mean I get the verbal stuff but don't you think this is a bit too much?" you snap back.

"why the fuck are you defending him right now? he's fucking pathetic look at him" "and...? you know what I think, I think you're being just as if not more pathetic than he is right now, you are nothing (friends names), without me most people in this school probably wouldn't know you so shut it. and don't you dare tell anyone what happened here" you snarl.

"oh and what if we do tell, what are you gonna do, huh? tell your mommy? or the principal?" your other friend says in a fake whiny tone.

"I know what you did to that girl, you know she really did love you so much (friend name 1) it would be a shame if everyone knew that you're a lying cheating skank and not that you guys just broke up normally and oh (friend name 2) I didn't know you had room to talk when literally all you do is hook up with Mrs. Miller every Friday, do you wanna get kicked out of school, I don't think so. and trust me, once I confirm the rumors its over for you"

“You’re no fun” one of them says as they leave.

- silence. pure silence and you decide to break it.

“You okay?” You ask in a genuine tone. He takes a moment to reply speaking with a stutter “yeah, all good”

“Don’t worry I didn’t see anything” referring to his face, you cross your arms and lean against the door frame, he looks down at the ground in shame, his hands slightly shaking.

"do I make you nervous Sal?" you ask teasingly and after that you chuckle slightly as he's frozen in place "its okay, I get it"

a few moments pass when he finally has the courage to look at you again, god why was he like this when he was around you. "you owe me, big time" "yeah" he finally answers "what do you need?" he asks in a slightly nervous voice, he cannot talk to girls for the life of him (look at his first encounter with Ash in the game (=´∀｀))

you start to think, what do you need..? he then speaks again "I'll get you anything you want" nervousness still ringing in his voice "woah, don't get to ahead of yourself weirdo" you tease.

as you slowly leave the room you say "I'll think of something, sweetheart" you send him a quick smile while leaving and not to forget that wink you shot him once before.

-meanwhile he thinks he’s died because of that nickname, but don’t worry your smile brought him back to life, you just really know how to make his heart flutter. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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a/n : I hope you guys enjoyed(≧∀≦) if you have any wishes feel free to send me requests!! (P.s I love bullying Sal hihi)

#sally face #sal fisher #sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x you #sal fisher x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison #mean girls

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coffinsister · 1 year ago

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julia ropes in the siblings to help her bake something for valentine's day as a throuple activity?

Hey! It's technically White Day here where we live, and I felt very motivated to write finally, so here it is, we hope you enjoy it :D !!! <3

Julia had never thought baking cookies would be this hard.

Julia was no fool, she knew baking was no simpleton’s task, baking was a capricious mistress, who rarely smiled upon the poor devils attempting to earn her good graces.

But! She had made cookies many times before, for many different people. She had been making cookies for her friends and family since she was allowed into the kitchen.

Julia looked down at the mess of ingredients, and the (1) singular spoon, on the tiny wooden counter before her.

With a serious expression on her face, she decided to grab a little knife and add it to her arsenal as well.

“Amhm” Okay, maybe she should have taken into consideration her current “Unique” Circumstances.

“Why are you whining already? This was your idea!” Ashley screamed at her from in front of their stove.

Except, Julia reminded herself with a headache, their stove, didn't have an oven, only the fire part, below it, there was only a hollow dark void, where she figured some cabinet, or maybe, you know, an oven, should be.

But there wasn't, and Julia didn't even want to ask how exactly their weird thing worked, because, as she also reminded herself, this was technically a deadman’s stolen apartment, that she had been forcefully brought into, and locked up in for a few months now.

Funny how that works.

She pulled her sleeves lower down, to try to ignore the many red and fresh cuts on her arms, or the two discolored scars, from when they had tied her up with old itchy rope to their walls.

Julia looked to the side, this kitchen was so unbearably small, and they were pressed so close together, that she barely had to look behind her to catch Ashley's eyes.

“...I don’t think you need to scream so loud in this tiny kitchen, Ashley.”

Ashley gasped and bumped into her, as she turned to look at Julia in the eyes.

“It’s my house! I will scream whenever I want!”

“Shut up, Ashley!” Andrew bonked Ashley in the head, with a large roll of paper towels. “This whole cooking thing is already giving me a headache, and you are making it worse.”

“It’s not even cooking! It’s just baking, phlew” Ashley rolled her eyes, walking closer to her brother, and out of the kitchen, finally giving Julia some space to breathe.

With her newly acquired autonomy and space.

Julia was determined to make-do with what they had, which was basically just some flour, a little sugar, and exactly two bars of butter, oh and that little bag of chocolate chips, that apparently Ashley had pressured Andrew into shoplifting for absolutely no reason.

“Don’t think you are both going to get away with not helping me” Julia stood before both siblings, her hands planted firmly on her hips.

“Andrew, your ex-girlfriend frowns like a cat,” Ashley said, looking right past Julia.

“Don't call her that.”

“Ex-girlfriend or catty?”

“Neither.”

“Ohh, how sensitive.”

Julia just sighed and shook her head. Conceding was a strength “Andrew, can you help me out with this?”

She had already looked through their cabinets, and this sort of flat soup spoon was the closest they had to a scraper, so she was making it work

“Suree” Andrew sounded a little insecure, being invited into the kitchen, which lead Julia to wonder if prior to this, Ashley had really cooked for the both of them every single time.

Andrew entered the kitchen.

He stood behind her, very very close.

Julia wondered how having a kitchen this small was even legal at all, surely this was some sort of violation to human rights.

She ignored the sorta warm feeling in her chest.

“I'm gonna beat up this butter” Julia said, her tone incredibly serious “You just pour the sugar, and then the flour, slowly, alright?”

“Alright” Andrew grabbed the little bowl with the sugar, while Julia began to amass the butter underneath her spoon. It had been outside quite a good while already, but their apartment was so cold all the time, it didn't really make much of a difference.

She appreciated Andrew following her instructions without questioning her too much, obviously this whole thing would be way easier if they had an actual filter, but as she said, making-do.

Julia gulped down, and plastered the butter against the bowl as hard as she could.

She supposed it would also be way easier, if she could stop leaning against Andrew behind her.

Julia had to consciously stop herself from looking at him through the corner of her eye, and then, had to stop herself from searching for his reflection on the reflection of the bowl.

Finally, Andrew finished pouring both of the solids into her now, sort of soft, butter paste.

“Hey” Julia choked out a little, as she pressed herself closer to the counter “Do you want to help too, Ashley?”

Ashley just stared at her like she was dirtying up her kitchen, and salting her crops, which, yeah, probably, but still.

“You look like you are already getting plenty of help, Julia. Never knew you were this greedy” Ashley's tone was obviously high-pitched and mocking, but Julia decided to look past it.

Cohabiting demanded sacrifices, of many different kinds and natures, after all.

“Well, you made Andrew get the chocolate chips, right? So I figu-”

“I didn't make him do shit! Is that what he told you? He wanted them too! He just didn't want to tell you. because he's a little bitc-!”

“Ashley!” Andrew pushed himself closer to Julia, trying to get closer to Ashley.

Julia yelped, but neither one of them stopped staring at each other to stare at her instead.

“What!?”

Andrew tsked “Just get over here, and make yourself useful for once.”

It sounded more like a warning than anything else.

Ashley pursed her lips, stomping closer to the kitchen, her teeth strongly gritted, she stood right in front of them, on the opposite side of the counter.

“What does our lovely little guest need?”

It took Julia a second to realize Andrew was not only referring to her, but actually talking to her, there was always this small degree of degradation, Ashley would speak about Julia, like Julia was a dog that couldn't understand her sometimes.

“Here” Julia took the kneaded mass out of the bowl “Andrew, can you put the bowl in the sink?”

“Aja” Andrew twisted his body in a rather awkward motion, and tossed it into their metal sink.

Julia panned out the dough as far as it would go “Help me put the chocolate chips in it. We gotta put lots, so between the three of us it should be quicker.”

“Charming” Ashley said, her eyes dead and boring, but Julia ignored it and powered through.

She handed Ashley the little plastic bag, then Ashley handed it to Andrew, then Andrew bit it open, and handed it back to Julia, which was, for sure, a way to go about doing that.

Julia let most of the cookie chips fall into the dough, she could tell the mass was way heavier and denser than it technically should be for this, but hey, they had already gotten this far, right.

“Wait, why don't we just pour the chocolate on top?” Andrew asked, seeming genuinely curious.

“The chocolate chips spread unevenly, if you throw them on top, a bunch of the dough will end up super empty, and the rest, super full, and when we cut them-”

“Ahm- acktually” Ashley interrupted her “While you are being a nerd, I already started.”

Ashley was making little sad faces into her side of the dough. Julia decided not to question her art.

“Abstract. Love it” Andrew stated, completely blanked face, and began working too.

“A-Ah, actually!” Julia felt a little embarrassed about actually saying it out loud “We can cut them into shapes first, if you want.”

Julia thought she had cookie cutters back home, that would do the job a lot better, but then she remembered that she didn't really have anything anywhere anymore.

Well, she had two kidnappers here, Julia supposed.

“Ohh” Ashley leaned over the counter to get closer to Andrew, in the process, getting way too close to Julia “Lend me your-”

“You are not using my cleaver to cut cookies, Ashley.”

“You are such a tyrant!” Ashley leaned away from the counter, and Julia allowed herself to breathe once more.

“Let’s use this one instead, okay?” Julia handed Ashley a far more-appropriate- for- the-task knife, and Ashley recklessly snatched it from her hands.

Not like it would be the first time Ashley carelessly cut her.

“I’m making rabbits” Ashley proudly declared, before focusing her gaze on that bit of dough, and getting to cutting.

Julia nodded with a small smile on her face, she stepped slightly away from the counter, knocking her back softly against Andrew's chest.

Julia had to crank up her neck, and look directly above her, to look Andrew in the eye.

“Do you want to make shapes too?” She softly asked him.

“Nah, let Ashley have her fun.”

He sounded dismissive, but Julia knew that was just another facet of his way of caring.

She nodded “Okay” And they continued slowly placing the chocolate chips on top of Ashley's bunnies.

They kept going until they heard her whine “Aw, Jules make more dough” So Ashley had run out of space already.

“I will when you guys get an oven.”

“Do you know how much an oven costs?”

“I-”

“Do any of us know how much an oven costs?”

Ashley looked down “...Fair enough.”

“Actually, how do you bake cookies without an oven?” Andrew asked.

“You can bake them in a pan. I haven't really done it before, but… it should work out” Sounding super self-confident there, Julia.

“Hey! I can do that” Ashley said, actually sounding super self-confident there “Leave it to me.”

“Are you sure, Ashley?” Julia asked.

“Duh! Who do you think does all the actual cooking in this house?”

“Doing the cooking we eat is not something to brag about.”

“Oh, c'mon, dude.”

Ashley made her way back inside their kitchen, and Julia was promptly forced to make her way out. Now they stood in opposite spots, with Julia looking in from the outside.

Both siblings stood near each other, as comfortable as she had ever seen them, Andrew's hand was confidently resting on Ashley's lower back.

Things Julia didn't really need to question anymore.

“I told you I can take care of this, Jules!” Ashley confidently remarked.

“Are you sure this is how that’s supposed to be, Ashley?”

“Geez, have some faith in your sister-wife for once, Andrew.”

Both Andrew and Julia cringed at that, looking away, like they could escape the crime scene they had chosen to live in. They, at least, had that in common.

And then, like 10 minutes later, Ashley turned the stove off, and presented Julia with the most utterly burnt plate of cookies Julia had never seen.

They placed it on the wooden counter.

“Sooo, who’s gonna take one for the team, and do the first bite?”

“You burned it, you eat it” Andrew told her.

Ashley made a bitter face at that.

“...You don't have to eat it,, if you don't want it” Julia chewed out her words, looking down to the plate of burnt butter cookies.

She had almost made it work.

“Eh? You want me to waste food?” Ashley said, a serious frown in her face, as she picked up the least burnt cookie from the bunch “Guess you’ve never been starved for 3 months straight!”

And she bit straight into it.

Julia’s eyes widened at the loud cough that came out of Ashley, her expression looked bitter, and disoriented, but she still swallowed it down, without wasting a bit of it.

“A-Are you sure?”

“You are such a baby” Andrew poked his little sister’s forehead, rolling his eyes, a teasing smile on his face “They don't even taste that bad.”

Julia had always thought that his eyes were a little cold, a little perpetually disinterested in the world around him, but his countenance always seemed to soften up when Ashley was nearby.

“How do you know that?” Ashley poked her tongue out at her brother “You haven't even tasted them yet.”

Ashley grabbed one of the most generously burnt cookies, and shoved it into Andrew's hands.

Julia grabbed his elbow, holding onto the black fabric of his sweater “Really, Andrew, you don't have to, I know they came out horrible and-” Julia was already going into a small babbling rant.

She was trying not to be this way so much anymore, but she wasn't always successful at her attempts.

Andrew made a little bitter expression at the burnt pastry, but after a second, he simply shrugged.

“I mean, it is edible, isn't it?” Andrew nodded to his right, towards Ashley's “This bitch ate it and she hasn't died yet, soo, it’s probably safe.”

“But it tastes awful” Julia felt like she was pleading to him. Maybe, she always was.

Andrew looked uncomfortably away from her, fixing his gaze carefully just to the side of her face “Trust me, I’ve tasted worse.”

“Rude,” Ashley said, her mouth hidden behind her palm.

And knowing the implications of that, Julia decided to stop pleading.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Ashley's mocking Cheshire Cat Smile.

Andrew bit minutely into the cookie, he grunted a little under his breath, like the taste caught him off guard, even though, Julia had just warned him.

“Told you so” Julia let go of Andrew's sweater.

Andrew finished it, and wiped the yellowy crumbs off his white face “Eh, it wasn't that bad” He looked oddly bored while saying it.

Julia supposed they did have far more exciting lives than she would ever really get to see.

“But that seemed really bad…”

“No, I still have had worse” He eyed Ashley.

“Okay, now you are really pushing it” Ashley lightly hit him on the shoulder, Andrew didn't even acknowledge it.

But, Julia didn't quite think that was a good thing, though.

“Well, we both already tasted your awful baking, so now it’s your turn” Ashley pushed the plastic plate closer to her.

Julia felt her whole body get paler.

“C'mon, don't be a scaredy cat, Jules!”

Ashley grabbed another one of the extra burnt cookies, she began making airplane noises, while moving the cookie back and forth closer to Julia’s mouth each time, somehow, this reminded Julia of a scene from her childhood, a little too much.

“Ashley!” Andrew reprimanded her, that same old, done-with, expression on his face “Give it to me” He sounded so stern.

“Bohoo! You are no fun” Ashley pouted, her lips pursed together.

Andrew sighed.

Rolling his eyes, carefully on top of the plate, so as to not make an even greater mess, than the one that was already in their kitchen, he began to remove all the black and orange burnt off bits of the cookie.

Once Andrew concluded there wasn't anything left to be salvaged from the poor thing, he looked back up to Julia, his eyes trained on her freckles, never on her eyes.

“Here” Andrew handed it over to her, and Julia opened up her hands, like she was receiving water from a well “You can eat it now.”

“Ah?” Really, that's what he was worried about? Julia couldn't help but think.

This was the guy she had fallen in love with after all.

“Well, you already went through all that hard work, didn't you?” Julia teased him a little bit, her smile lopsided.

She thought, she was becoming a weirder and weirder person by the moment, like The Graves oddities were rubbing off on her, infecting her in ways that would leave her irreparably changed.

But yet again, Julia knew for a fact, there were far more terrible fates out there.

“I did” Andrew nodded, the deep eyebags around his eyes, making his lighthearted smile appear far more tired than it probably was “You should eat it before it gets even colder.”

“Responsible!” Julia grinned at him, these strange moments of normalcy felt even heavier than the moments of plain weirdness, but she rejoiced in them.

“Isn't he?” Ashley said, with her arms crossed, her eyes fixated on Andrew's face.

Julia nodded, holding the cookie up to her face, it felt like forcing herself to drink bitter medicine.

“...Here goes nothing.”

And she bit into it.

“Ew!”

Julia spat out the rest of the cookie.

She looked up like she had been zapped. Julia heard laughter all around her.

The Grave Siblings were loudly laughing at her.

“Are you really doubled over laughing at me, Ashley!?”

“You should look at your face!” Ashley screamed out between giggles, pointing with her index finger right at her.

“Sh-Shut up, Ashley” Andrew was struggling between breathing and laughing, obviously attempting to hide his face behind his arms, and very obviously, strenuously, failing at it.

“You are laughing too, jackass!” Ashley screamed back, her laughter growing louder, and more high-pitched.

“I'm laughing at you, dumbass!”

“I hate you both!” Julia screamed out.

Her face bright red, she stomped the floor with her right foot like an anxious bunny would.

She turned to run away from them, but before she could, Andrew held onto her elbow, his hand, corpse-like, cold.

“Don't leave” He could barely breathe, and Julia wasn't even sure he was trying to finish an actual sentence, all that came out of Andrew's lips was that simple statement.

“We’ll make up to you” Ashley said, cheerfully and self-confident “We will eat another one ourselves.”

“You will?”

“We will?”

“We will!”

And to her surprise, Andrew just nodded, and the Graves kept their promise, but really, Julia should know better by now, because after Ashley so-bravely downed her own cookie, she demanded Julia do the same, to ‘keep it fair.’

And well, Julia couldn't help being who she was.

At least Andrew stole some of the decent chocolate chips, the ones that don’t burn and only melt, which was a sort of a positive point on their corner.

Somehow, before Julia even realized it, their cookie plate was empty, and they went to sleep, and she didn't feel painfully empty for once.

#soleil writes #soleil asks #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #andrew graves #julia #toxicule #coffincest #tcoaal #fanfiction #Hey ten pages written and edited in one day I'm pretty satisfied with that

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kniesandtoews · 1 month ago

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rotday

fem!reader and ultimate boyfriend! Quinn

still on for tonight?

You glanced down at the message on your phone and instantly groaned. You wanted to go out with him tonight, you really did. Only, you'd had the day from hell at work and you felt like you'd been hit by a truck.

Being a kindergarten teacher, it was inevitable that you would catch whatever bug was going around the classroom. This time, it just so happened to coincide with your period, and the only thing you wanted to do when you got home was to change into sweats and melt into the couch.

With a sigh, you began to type out your response. is it ok if we rescheduled?

You really hated doing that. You knew he only had so many free evenings.

It had been a few hours before you had a chance to check your phone again when you saw his response.

yeah everything ok?

You let out another sigh and smiled. How did you get so lucky to have someone so understanding in your life.

Everything's ok. It's just been a long day and I feel like shit. I don't think I' be a very fun date tonight.

This time, he only responded with a heart emoji.

You finished up the afternoon dismissal and then packed up your classroom before heading to your car where you sat for just a moment before hitting the ignition button. It was rare that you stopped thinking until you left the building and sometimes you just needed a minute of silence, not even Spotify or your most recent podcast was allowed to infiltrate those few moments of tranquility.

Fortunately it was a quick drive back to the condo you shared with your friend Ashley. Well, shared wasn't exactly the best way to describe your living arrangements; Ashley's dad bought her the luxury condo and you paid her a ridiculously small amount of rent each month for a bedroom. You quickly punched the code into the keypad and immediately went to your bedroom, already anticipating stripping off your work clothes and changing into something comfy. You had just swapped your underwire bra for a stretchy bralette when you heard Ashley calling out to you.

"What?" You poked your head out into the hallway. The open floor concept meant that you could hear each other from practically any point in the house.

"I said," Ashley called back, clearly from downstairs."Our boyfriend is here."

"Be right down!"

Pulling on a cami and then your favorite cardigan, you soon found yourself skipping down the steps.

"Quinny!"

"Hey you." He moved to embrace you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent before taking a step back with a quizzical expression. "Our boyfriend?"

You smiled as you shook your head, Quinn now being privy to one of Ashley's inside jokes. "Ash has a bit of a crush on you."

"Well who wouldn't?" Ashley answered from the kitchen. "You're so boyfriend coded."

Quinn turned to you again but didn't need to put his question to words.

"She means you have a lot of characteristics that women look for in a partner." You leaned in for a quick kiss. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. 'Taking a gamble that you didn't want to go out because you didn't feel good, not that you didn't want to see me."

"I always want to see you," You smiled again as he continued to hold on to your waist. "I just feel like death."

"I brought some turkey and tomato sandwiches and chicken soup from the deli." He added quickly, "If you feel like eating."

Giving him another quick kiss, you stepped back. "You're too good to me. Wanna watch a movie first?"

"Whatever you want, babe." He gave you one of his little half smiles as you both made your way to the stairs.

You immediately felt a little pang of guilt. "I'm sorry I ruined our date night."

He raised an eyebrow as he kicked off his shoes and sat down on your bed. "Why do you think you ruined date night?"

"We're just here." You joined him on your bed, tucking yourself under his outstretched arm. "I know you always put so much thought into planning what we're going to do but we're just here tonight."

He let out a little laugh as he kissed your forehead. "You know the whole point of our date nights is to spend time together, right?"

"I mean, yes, but-"

Quinn cut you off. "Especially since you're dead set against moving in together."

"I'm not dead set against it." You softened when you realized he was teasing you. "I just want to wait until the school year is over. I can't imagine my life in two different places right now."

He gave you a wink as he continued on in a dreamy kind of voice. "We could get a dog, you know, as practice for kids."

"I really don't think your mother would enjoy the thought of grandkids before we get married." Now it was your turn to tease him. "And if I recall correctly, you haven't put a ring on it yet."

"We'll get engaged once you're willing to live with me." Quinn leaned in to give you another kiss. "Besides, I haven't found a ring I like yet."

That last part, his tone was different. He wasn't kidding around with you anymore, it was more earnest and contemplative, almost like an aside to himself. You decided not to address it as you reached for the remote and snuggled in closer.

You watched a few episodes of a British crime drama before Quinn's stomach began to growl.

"Ok, mister." You sat up and extended your hand for him. "Dinner time."

Quinn popped the soup in the microwave while you got out plates for your sandwiches. It wasn't necessarily the way you thought you'd be spending your early twenties. Granted, you did go out to some clubs but you found so much more enjoyment in the quiet domesticity of spending the night in with your boyfriend.

"We've got a pretty long roadie coming up." Quinn commented, almost absentmindedly.

You looked up at him to see if he was finished his thought. When he didn't add anything else, you nodded. "How long are we talking here?"

"'Bout a week. Little longer." He took another bite. "You gonna be ok?"

You let out a laugh. "What would you do if I said no?"

He shrugged. "I'd pack you away in my luggage. You'd make a better seat mate than Petey anyway."

You could only shake your head at that. "I'll be ok. But I can't wait until your season is over."

Now he smirked. "You actually want me to lose?"

"No," You shook your head again. "But I do like our summers at the lake house when you take some down time."

A wistful smile, albeit brief played on his lips. "Soon enough."

You caught yourself gazing back at him. "You staying tonight?"

"Of course." He stood and took your empty plate. "That is, unless you need some space."

With a shake of your head, you smiled again. "I need cuddles."

Quinn leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Anything for my girl."

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toranesu · 11 days ago

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⌗ sub bottom. andrew graves x dom top m. reader — silver sable; section A.

cw. established relationship, post-therapy andrew&ashley (yes, i know they're beyond redemption), body worship, foreplay.

; REN: accidentally posted a draft.. now you'll have to deal with a story split into two parts, lol.

He's done it, now. Andrew Graves has finally, finally found the courage to heal. And he's brought his sister along with him, too. It's been a rough year, attempting to heal in a secluded area where no one would leak their information or spread whispers of their deeds.

Andrew Graves and Ashley Graves are beyond redemption — that's what he's sure of. His sister had dragged him with her, and he had dragged her with him. No one is to blame, he tells himself. But deep down, he wishes he could put the blame on someone else so he wouldn't have to stand this soul rotting guilt. His sister doesn't feel it, he's sure.

He glances at you, the man he had met at a bar one and a half years ago. His source of repentance, his source of change, his source of love. "I don't think we should do this," he murmurs, hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets underneath his head.

Andrew doesn't understand why you're so willing to touch him like this. Sure, you've been dating for almost a year — only starting once his psychiatrist gave him the green flag for it, that is. But your relationship was going fine without having to have sex, he thinks.

Why now? He's asked before. "Don't you want to?" Was the question I responded with. It'd be a lie if he said he's never once thought of it. But he can't. He couldn't. Not after.. not after everything.

"Why not?" Your voice breezes in just barely a whisper, voice only loud enough for Andrew himself to hear. A hand reached out to cup his cheek, thumb grazing against the bone lining across his skin to his jaw. Andrew purses his lips, eyes averting to think of something to say.

Anything. It's fine, he tells himself. I don't deserve this, anyway, he repeats in his head. "I had sex with Ashley," he breathes out, voice cracking as he keeps his gaze away from yours.

"In the last one and a half year?" Your response came gentle and nurturing, eyes never once leaving his face. He bites his lip, turning back to you. "No," he denies, almost defensively. As if trying to convince you, or himself, that he would never do that to you.

"I know," you whispered, thumb reaching to rub against his lower lip in an attempt to get him to stop biting himself. He almost teared up from that simple gesture. "It's gross," Andrew said, referring to the sex he had with his sister; referring to incestual sex.

You raised an eyebrow, pursing your lips into a thin smile. "It is," he frowned at your response, legs folding up to his knees in perplexity. "I'm gross," he clarifies, staring directly into your eyes.

"No," your reply came almost immediate, eyebrows furrowing in negation as your palm gripped his jaw a little tighter. He winced, looking away once more. "Hey, no," you frowned, tilting his face to make him look straight at you. "I never said that."

Andrew bit his lip once more — a tendency whenever he seemed to get frustrated, you noticed. "But you think it," he rasps out, hands laying dumbly on the sides of his head. "And even if you don't, it's true," he mutters just slightly above his breath.

You leaned down to place a kiss to his almost swollen lips, only to receive a knock to the forehead because of Andrew abruptly turning his head to the side. "Dude," your reaction could almost be mistaken for a wail if it weren't for your profound nonchalance.

He stayed silent, which led to an escaped huff out of your lips. "You're not gross, 'Drew," you say in assurance, gaze softening the slightest bit to show your sincerity. "You've done gross things, including fucking your sister," you trailed off, earning eye contact avoidance from Andrew once more.

"But that doesn't mean I think you're gross," you grimace, patting his cheek before taking his hand in your own, intertwining your fingers together beside his laid down head. "It doesn't mean I don't see the effort you've put in and the progress you've made throughout this year," you whisper, trying to search for his gaze.

Andrew's lips quivered, hand almost instinctively squeezing your own, returning the lace of your fingers with his. "That goes for your sister, too," you continue. Damn it. A guy who cares about not only him, but the only family he has, too, despite how fucked up they both truly were. He's truly scored — without deserving it the slightest bit.

His eyebrows furrowed once more, every hint of joy seemingly discarded by his own thoughts the moment they shimmer. "Thanks," he manages to grate out in a hoarse voice, hand weakly squeezing your own.

Your gaze softened, leaning once more to place a kiss to his forehead; which he gracefully accepted, this time. "Of course," you mumble against his skin, free hand brushing the hair out of his face.

"So?" Your voice interrupted whatever thought he was about to have, palm running down towards his cheek and jaw as you lifted your head back up once more. "You up for it?" So caring, he wanted to tease. "Or we can just cuddle and do it another time."

Andrew instantly shook his head. Though he refused to admit, sex with you did seem to often cross his mind. "No," he mutters, free arm reaching out to drape around your shoulder. "I want to," he says.

"No pressure?" The hand still clasping his own squeezes his, and he gives an affirming nod. "Okay," you lean down to envelop his lips in a sultry kiss, palm tracing along the arm draping on your shoulder.

You encapsulated his lips in a senseless frenzy, hands a little clumsy as they undressed his dimly built body. He's been trying to exercise a bit more along with you, after all. All these little things remind you of just how deep your love for him goes.

"I love you," your voice comes out in a weary whisper, hands trailing down his body as your head dipped right onto his barely existent cleavage. He doesn't really understand the things you're into; but if touching him at all makes him happy, then he's got no reason not to be.

His now free arm joined the other, draping around your shoulders as you trailed kisses down his wretched chest. The intrusive thought springs him awake, glancing down at his marked up body of scars and whatnot, yet also decorated in the kisses and marks I've dwelled parts of my love into.

Maybe this was fine, he tells himself. Maybe it was fine to let me kiss him; embrace him like this, despite everything, despite all that he is. Andrew gazes down as you trace kisses down his abdomen, reaching lower as your hands work their way smoothly to pull his pants down.

"I love you, too," he covers his face with one arm, only now realizing he's yet to respond to my three words of affection as your lips just barely grazed too close to his cock.

He wants this, he tells himself. Seeing that small smile on your face as you trail more kisses down his thighs, reaching to his legs only furthering the will to serve himself vulnerable before you. He's never taken it from behind before — never even thought to.

Andrew could remember the awkwardness he had felt while preparing himself; cleaning his ass out, fingering himself to stretch himself even just a little. He had wondered if and how someone like you would even go through touching a body as dirty as his — defiled, dirty, and gross.

But now, having you trace loving kisses, licks, and nibbles all over his skin without leaving an inch of his skin as if you worshipped him.. he's rendered speechless.

He let out a guttural moan as soon as he felt your longest finger coated with a cold substance pressing against his already swollen hole from his careless fingering. "Maybe you should let me stretch you out next time," your chuckle of understanding only left him further embarrassed.

"Be gentle," he wanted to rasp out. But was someone like him truly in any position to make demands? He doesn't think so. Therefore, he bites himself silent.

"Relax," your airy whisper came as soft as comfort, two fingers slowly finding home within his squishy, unintruded walls. "I'm not hurting you, am I, baby?" You rustled beside his ear, placing a kiss to the shell.

He shook his head. "No," Andrew let out a sound akin to both a sigh and a moan. His hands scrambled to reach towards your back, fingers digging into your skin ever so loghtly at the sensitivity of the newly found sensation.

Your fingers grazed against his prostate, and he let out the most delirious moan you never thought could exist. His nails dug into your skin, back arching as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Despite what he says, Andrew is a sucker for physical contact.

( t.b.c. . . . )

#: ren's encore.#top reader #top male reader #sub character #sub andrew graves #bottom andrew graves #tcooal #dom reader #amab reader #bottom character

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quaintii · 2 years ago

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Across the Street

Part 1

Summary: It's been a couple weeks since a new family moved in, across the street. You go pay them a visit with an offer.

Warnings: no smut yet... just some build-up. Miguel x f!reader (I got the pic from Twitter, the @ is @kimmy_arts0912!!) also sorry that its hella long, plot ykk (pls read a/n at end!)

Part 2 <-

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On a Sunday afternoon, you decided to go out with your friends at the mall. You hear a knock on front your door and open it. "Hey! I came here early again, didn't I?" Your friend said "Hey Ash! You motion your hand inside your house.

She takes a seat on the couch, smiling and giggling. "Heyy, why are you like that?" You furrow your eyebrows together with a grin on your face, giving her some juice.

You jolt as she stands up quickly and grips your shoulders.

"Did you see that guy across the street?!" She fans herself with her hand, exaggerating and giggling. You raise your eyebrows, not knowing who she's talking about. "No..., why? You like him?" You nudge her shoulder with yours in return. "A man like that.. can fuck my brains out!" She exclaims.

You quickly slap her thigh in response, getting a groan from her. "Fuck you do that for?!?" "My parents are home! You mumble. In shock, she covered her mouth with her hand. A few seconds later, you hear a ring from the front door.

You open your door to your whole friend group, the 5 of you in total. You greet them all in and spend a couple minutes inside before heading to the car altogether, carpooling.

"Hurry up!" One of your friends yell at the other one. Your eyes avert to what Ashley was talking about earlier, you see a big U-haul truck with multiple men pulling out furniture.

None seemed to be the man your friend described until you see a man from the huge window pane talking and motioning his hands where to place the furniture. Seems like your friend wasn't exaggerating at all. He wore a black button up shirt, some buttons loosened on top. Adjourned with some dark grey work pants that fit between some-what tight and loose.

What really caught your eyes were his glasses, sitting perfectly on his nose bridge. As he looked around his surroundings, he caught your gaze and gave a small grin. You snap out of it and return back to reality and enter the backseat, engine starting and loud booming music playing.

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You sit down with your legs crossed over the other, waiting for the waiters to take the group's orders. You rest your chin on your palm, sighing. One of your friends seem to notice.

She touches your shoulder, "Something up?" She asks. You nod your head, resting it on her shoulder. "Yeah... my parents told me I have to start paying rent to stay at the house." You let out another breathy sigh. "I mean I don't even know how I'm going to manage when I'm focusing on paying back my student debt from last year and with my one job not being enough.." You muttered softly.

Your other friends eavesdrop and reassure that it'll be fine and to not pressure yourself into becoming a total workaholic. you let out a small laugh and the waiter finally heads towards your table.

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The next morning you wake up with a bad hangover, only remembering your friends' went to a club and its a blur after that.

You get up and change your bed sheets and take a relaxing shower. As your in your bed with your laptop working on your AP classes, your mom barged in.

"Get your ass up and do something! I'll be making you pay rent by the end of the month!" She raised her tone at you, annoying your peace.

"Mom, I'm already busy with paying my student debt from last year with my on-going job right now!" You exclaim back. "I've applied to other places for a job, they keep rejecting me." Your mom gave you nothing but a scoff and a cold glare. "Are you positive you've looked everywhere for a job nearby?!" She stepped into your room further.

You nod your head, annoyed how she always had an attitude with you.

"Well it looks like you didn't look close enough, the new neighbor across the street is looking for a babysitter." She said while touching your posters, eyeing the window.

"How do you know?" You asked. "He posted an obvious sign outside his front yard 3 days ago." Your mom sighed. "Look.. just give that one a try or move somewhere else with your friends." She's finally out of your bubble.

You groan and place your head on your laptop as you closed it. You slip into your shoes and head downstairs and walk across the street. "Seriously, what a nagging bitch.." You mumble under your breath and ring the doorbell.

The door opens sooner than you expected, facing a tall figure towering over you. It's him.

"May I help you, Ms?" He raised his eyebrow, expecting a response from you.

Finally being infront of him hit you like a stone brick, your vocal chords thrown out the window. You clear your throat. "Good morning, I don't mean to be a bother to you but I heard you're wanting a babysitter..?"

"Oh yeah, that reminds me..are you available later in the afternoon? If not, tomorrow if you're not." He gave off a small smile. "For afternoon, yes but if you don't mind me asking what for?"

"Oh sorry," he places one of his hands on his hip, other on the back of his neck. "For an interview, just want to do a small background check, that okay with you?" He tilts his head to the slide, letting a subtle smile stretch across his lips.

You nod and shake his head, heading back home.

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You walk up to his door to knock and check your phone. 4:05 p.m. You avert your eyes at him as he opens the door, smiling and greeting you inside. Miguel remains standing while you take a seat. He looks at you, studying your face, your movements, and the way you sit down. Once you make yourself comfortable, he sighs, looking away.

"Can I take a look at that?" He asked and you slide the folder file his way. He nods a couple times as he flips through the papers and starts typing on his computer.

"Do you have any experience with taking care of babies?"

He asks quietly.

"Yeah, I always babysat when I was in highschool."

He nods, seeming satisfied with the answer you gave. Miguel was quiet for a few moments, his mind going over a few things. He eventually speaks, and when he does, his voice sounds almost like a whisper.

"Could I trust you with taking care of my daughter then? With her safety and everything?"

He was quiet again.

"She's... very precious to me. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Yes of course! I would gladly take great care of her for you sir." You responded politely.

"Very well then."

He remains silent, looking at you for a moment longer, thinking about what to say next. The man then nods and starts talking again.

"She's five, and her name is Gabriella. She's a little angel... and she's mine."

Miguel took a breath and sighed, rubbing his face.

"She'll be home in a couple hours; I'll be gone..she's at her mother's house right now. I was planning on telling her that she'll have a babysitter, so she'll be excited."

He starts walking but then stops again. He then looks at you again and nods, as if he was thinking of something.

"Oh, I just need to set some rules and expectations for you to stick by, if you don't mind."

Miguel waits for you to acknowledge his words.

Your face turns a soft red, "Sorry, I was just spacing out but yeah of course." You smile back.

Miguel chuckles when you say you space out, and nods to acknowledge your answer.

"That's completely fine."

"First rule; you're responsible for her safety while I'm gone. No strangers can come in and stay, no party, etc." He seems to be thinking of more rules to add, taking a moment.

"Second; be nice to her. She's young and is easily scared or sad. So be kind."

He nods as if he finished, but then goes silent again.

"Third; no boys allowed without my permission. It's a rule for everyone, honestly." You continuously agree to his terms.

Miguel nods, still looking at you. His eyes seem to take a quick glance down at your clothes, studying you once again. He seemed to stare at your body as his gaze moved across your clothes; he didn't care that he was staring at you.

"I think that's it. Any questions?" "Nope!"

"Very well." Miguel nods, as if he was satisfied with the answer you gave.

"Then you will begin your babysitting job tonight when Gabi is here..." He pulls his cell phone and looks at the time on the screen before looking back at you.

"...in 2-3 hours. She'll be excited to see you, so make sure to make her smile." Miguel smiles at you and nods once again.

Miguel's eyes go back to your body, his gaze slowly moving across your curves from top to bottom. He then looks away.

"You will also find two numbers on the fridge; mine and the number for our family doctor. They are for emergencies."

Miguel then crosses his arms.

"That's all I have to say. Gabriella will be here in two hours. She'll knock three times before entering, okay?"

"Got that," you noted mentally.

Miguel nods one more time. "Alright, I'll be gone then. Don't worry, Gabriella is very easy to take care of."

He smiles and starts walking to the front door again. Before leaving, he waits to see if you had anything to add.

"See you tomorrow then Ms." You shoot a smile at him and head to the door first, which unexpectedly you stumble over a Barbie doll car. You stop from tripping onto your knees as you feel calloused hands brush over your waist, slightly gripping onto your skin. His hands around your waist made you shiver, the small skin to skin contact emitting some heat to your core.

You regain your posture quickly, embarrassed of yourself. "I'm sorry.." You blurt out. "Its fine really, Gabi tends to leave a trail of her toys around the house", he laughs lightly. "Ah okay...see you tomorrow then Mr.." You wait for his response. "Mr. O'Hara is fine." He says before shutting the door.

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a/n: srry its pretty long, you guys can tell me down in the comments if you want a part 2 or if you'd like this to be a slow burn but somewhat fast? leave any tips!! ty :3

EDIT: PART 2

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maybankslover · 2 months ago

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Hi lovely!

I hope you're doing good✨️💕

Could you please write something very angsty/hurtish(?) with drew?

here's a little idea:

drew and reader were very best friends they both were born grew up in NC. Reader has been always supportive of drew she also got to know the cast of obx because she visited drew on set sometimes later on they became a couple and they were so in love but when drew had to fly out of town because of a Film project drew grew apart from reader and she found out that he fell in love with his female coworker...and the rest is up to you!

If you are going to write this request thank you! If you are not also thankyou!! Take care of yourself bye💞💕💓💗

love you from a distance- drew starkey

drew starkey x childhood!bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, no comfort, mentions of infidelity. i by no means agree with the violence used in this fic. everything is for the plot.

summary: will they be able to come back after everything falls apart?

playlist: when we were young by adele - love your from a distance by ashley kutcher

a/n: yes in my mind it is infidelity. this is something that doesn't go well on my books and rules. sorry it wasn't exactly as the request!

growing up a house from eachother made their families become friends and by default it made them become friends too.

their mothers used to joke and pray for them to become a couple which seemed to work out as when they turned 18 holding hands became an habit, the hugs were longer and kissing was now an every day thing.

what else could they wish for? as their colleges were only half an hour from the other.

"drew sent the freaking audition tape." a younger y/n said to her scared boyfriend.

"what if they don't like it?" he looked up from his computer.

"it's their loss but you'll never know if you don't try." she kissed his head. his biggest supporter.

and when he landed the outer banks role a few years later, she was the first one he called, she was the one who started crying when he arrived to their shared apartment and cheered with him.

"I'm so fucking proud baby." she said in between kisses, cheeks wet with tears.

"thank you." he laughed. "I'd have never done it if it wasn't for you."

"I love you so much. you'll be a star." she knew it, she knew it in her soul.

it was as if she was marking his destiny because she was right. everyone went crazy when the first season came out, he was incredibly talented.

"and this is my girlfriend y/n/n." he smiled holding her close with a hand placed on her waist as he introduced her to his co-workers.

"you're even prettier in person." madelyn said hugging her.

they all welcomed her with a special warmth that made them become her friends too. all of them were there at their engagement party when two years into filming the show he proposed to her.

"I helped him choose the ring" madelyn whispered to her.

"I freaking love you clain." they both laughed.

"it was about damn time." logan, his brother, hugged both of them. "ten years down the road the patience you have." he said to his future sister in law.

"you see?" she said looking up at drew who was still holding her from behind.

"oh shut up you both." he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.

that was two years back and three months into him flying to europe for a film she felt the shift.

his calls were shorter, he didn't smile as much as he used to when they did facetime and there were always voices in the back. she tried to make herself believe it was only the filming schedule, the long hours and missed hours of sleep.

"hey baby." she said as she did her night routine. her phone placed on the bathroom marble. "missed you this morning."

"hey." no baby, no sweetheart. "missed you too."

liar her brain told her but her heart ignored it.

"I don't know if mac told you that we're doing her baby shower in two week's. thought that maybe you could make a short trip?" she changed her t-shirt, there was nothing he hadn't seen before, into her night-gown.

there was no suggestive comment.

"can't make it." he gave her half a smile. "schedule it's tight right now."

"oh." he didn't miss how her eyes gave away the sadness. "maybe I could fly for a few days after the baby shower? what do you think?" she smiled at him and brushed her hair, the ring on her hand shined in his screen reminding him of their commitment.

"I won't be able to be with you y/n/n, told you schedule it's tight." he said shortly.

he used to book her flights even if schedules were tight. he used to make time for her.

"okay." she whispered and bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "I'll leave you to it then. goodnight drew." no baby, no honey. drew.

and he realised he fucked up.

"no baby, wait." but she nodded no and ended the call.

her phone received his calls for almost an hour but she could only look at the screen while hugging the shirt he had left in bed the night before he left. the tears were her best friend's that night.

a picture of them at prom placed in his night stand reminded her of how they used to be.

she dreaded the baby shower. didn't want to be around the people who knew them the most when they hadn't been speaking that much since that call, she had kept her messages short while he started to put more effort after realising how much hurt he had inflicted to the woman he loved the most.

"have you been sleeping well?" brooke, his other sister, said sitting next to her.

"not really." she could be his sister but she also was one of her closest friends. his siblings were hers and viceversa.

"is everything okay between you and my brother?" when she nodded no brooke's cheerful expression was gone in a second.

"I think he's going to leave me brooke." she whispered, they were too many people around them. her future sister in law took her hand before leading her inside the house and into her childhood bedroom.

"what do you mean? there's no way." there was no way her brother would be leaving this girl.

"I don't know, I have this unsettling feeling on my chest. he doesn't want me to visit, he doesn't call, his texts are short. nothing feels right."

"he must be tired y'know how it can get." she tried to comfort her but she knew it was in vain.

"yeah probably." she accepted the hug the brunette gave her.

a month later she woke up feeling as if hell was being brought up in her. she vomited all morning, her head hurted and there was that feeling in her chest.

she just knew. she knew.

she knew when he arrived the next morning without a warning. she knew.

she looked awful, the same sickening feeling she felt yesterday intensified.

"just sat it." she whispered not even trying to avoid what she already knew.

"baby." she closed her eyes at his words.

her eyes filled with tears, her body shivered and she felt her knees trying to give in.

"who is she?" the kitchen that had been the scenery of their happiest moments was clouded with her sadness.

he didn't answer.

"who the fuck is she?" she shouted. she didn't swear, it wasn't like her. she never shouted. it was the end.

"her name is avery. she's my co-star." she didn't have any words in her. only a pain so hard in her chest that she thought it'd give her a heart attack, her right hand pressing down on the left side of her chest.

he watched as she matched past him and down the hallway to their bedroom. he followed.

"baby." he had the audacity to call her by a nickname.

when he entered the room he saw as she took all his things out of the drawers.

"no no no wait. it was a fucking mistake please don't do this." he tried to stop her hands but she pushed him.

"fucking mistake? mistake is anything else but that." she didn't even had the energy to scream at him. "how could you do this to me?"

his eyes filled with tears too.

"ten fucking years drew! we bought a house, the wedding is in a few months." her voice shattered. "we were trying for kids."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry baby i was high and i wasn't thinking." and it was the worst thing that he could've said.

"we've been together for our whole lives." she pushed a finger to his chest. "and I didn't even cross your mind?"

her voice was so raw. he had wrecked her.

"I need you to forgive me." he got down on his knees. forehead pressed to her stomach and arms wrapped around her legs. "I beg you."

she felt her t-shirt get wet and softly placed a hand on the back of his head.

they stayed like that for three minutes, she counted on the clock placed on their vanity.

"I'm so so so sorry sweetheart." he kissed repeatedly her lower stomach. "it won't happen again. ever again."

"yeah it won't." she whispered and moved back from him to continue the taking out his things from the drawers.

"what are you doing?" did he really think he was off the hook?

"you're leaving. it won't happen again because this is over." she kept aggressively throwing his things on a bag.

"no this can't be over. we don't quit." she gave him a broken laugh.

"you think I can move pass this?" she looked back at him. "that I can live beside you knowing you fucked someone else? knowing I didn't even cross your mind?" he tried to interrupt but she didn't let him. "knowing I'm no longer your only one?"

"it was only a kiss. i didn't fuck her, she kissed me." as if it was some kind of excuse. as if he didn't know that for her it was cheating anyway, he wouldn't have flown back home if he didn't know how serious it was.

she sat down in their bed and let the sobs come out.

he took a step closer and sat next to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her head.

and she let him.

"why did you do this to us?" her hands gripped his forearms. "why wasn't this enough?"

he stayed silent. she, them, was enough.

he was honest, he was high and he wasn't thinking when his co-star kissed him. when he let her.

there was no going back. he had destroyed his family, the one they were building and the one they were part of.

his family was her's and her family was his. no one would forgive him and he knew his family wouldn't accept anyone else. how did he fuck it up so badly.

"please leave drew. if there's an ounce of you that still holds any type of love for me leave." she pleaded.

"I love you, I don't want to go." he listened how a heart wrecking sob left her throat as she teared his arms off of her and went to get her bag.

"I'm leaving then." she took what she saw first and her phone already calling her brother to pick her up, she was in non state for driving.

"idiot." she heard from the other side of the line.

"pick me up please." she heard how her brother rushed from wherever he saw and left in a second.

"are you alright?" jake asked worried.

"he-he cheated." she stood next to the door.

"baby please." jake was seeing red when he processed what his sister had said and the voice of his, ex, brother in law in the back.

"stay right there I'm coming." he had at least half an hour from his place to theirs.

the line went silent and she knew everyone was finding out right that moment. if her parent's heard the news his would also know and by default also his siblings. there was no going back.

"how the fuck could you do this." she gripped a vase that was placed in a table at the foyer.

and at him saying sorry once again she threw it at him. she was stunned at her own reaction and drew stared with parted lips.

"you've gotta listen to me baby." he took a step forward watching as she grabbed another piece of decoration and threw it his way only missing him by a centimetre.

"the fuck im going to listen." she chuckled. "you think she's going to take care of you?"

he nodded no.

"that she's going to look after you like I did all these years? when you had surgery last year and couldn't move so I had to clean and bath you?" she pushed his chest with both hands. "that she's going to stay awake with you when your anxiety goes through the roofs?"

he closed his eyes and let her take it all out on him.

"no." he said.

"of course she won't because the only idiot who would give everything for you happiness was me." her eyes wore a defeated look in them.

"I shouldn't have let her kiss me." she nods.

"it's too late for should've." she moved away and looked around for things that she could continue breaking. "did everything! everything for you. moved city's, helped you with everything I could and after ten years this is what you do?"

"I know."

"stop saying you fucking know!" she shouted and threw a picture frame to the floor. "ten fucking years."

they heard not one or two but three cars driving through their entrance.

she pointed the fragmented glass beside the picture frame. "that's what you did. see how it doesn't have return? how the glass can't be fucking fixed?"

her brother heard her shouts and looked at both sets of parents and drew's brother while his wife held him back from his arm.

"wait jake." his wife said and for once he listened. "she knows we're here, she'll come out on her own."

her sister in law knew her too well. inside the house drew held her by her arms to stop her in the destruction of their home and from hurting herself.

"how could you?" she gripped his forearms and looked him in the eyes. "how could you?"

he had torn her apart. it wasn't only the end of a ten year relationship but also their whole live's friendship and a family that wouldn't reunited the way they once did.

she fought to be let go but he was stronger and held her against him.

"please forgive me. please." he begged, his voice hoarse from trying to hold his own cries but the tears wanted to make themselves known without caring if he wanted them or not. "please baby."

"would you forgive if i was the one doing this to you?" he stayed silent. "yeah that's your answer."

her whole face was red from crying and his wasn't much better. after a while she was able to escape his arms.

opening the door there they were and without saying a word she walked out and got inside her brother's car. jake looked at him like he wanted to kill him, the guy that had been a little brother to him was now someone he had a hatred feeling for.

"gonna kill you if I fucking see you again." he said pointing at drew before going back to his car to drive his sister home. she needed him more right now.

drew watched as she wrapped herself even further into the sweater, his sweater, that hugged her body. she missed him so much she was wearing his clothes.

both set of parents entered the house, the whole place had broken glass around it.

"mom." he said.

"is it true? you cheated on y/n/n?" his mom didn't recognised her own son.

"she kissed me." he heard as her dad let out a dry laugh.

"and you allowed it right? drunk or high was you excuse to ruin my little girl?" mark said.

he looked down.

"c'mon susan." he said nodding to his wife. "don't want to see you around for a long while." the tall man stood in front of him and watched him nod before exiting the house. their next stop was their son's house.

"what were you thinking drew? doing this to her and to you?" todd, his dad, reprimanded him.

"it was a fucking mistake dad." he heard his mother sighed.

"cheating it's not a mistake son." she took his hand in her's. "I hope you do everything in your power to get y/n/n back because you know we won't allow you to bring this other girl around."

he knew it. there wasn't any other girl in this world that his family would accept, it wouldn't matter if she was perfect. she wouldn't be her.

back at jake's home, she hugged her brother as a lifeline.

"how could he kissed someone else? and god knows what else." her brother run his hand through her hair. "we were trying for kids before he left y'know." she chuckled.

his heart shattered for his little sister because he knew she wouldn't believe anything related to love again and he wouldn't judge her. he was the love of her life.

"he was my first everything." she looked at diana, her sister in law. "even my first kiss because I wanted him to be my first kiss."

"maybe you can talk it out sweetheart." diana said. "he loves you a lot."

"he'll cheat again if he know I'll forgive him and I'll never get a peaceful night of sleep again everytime he'll go film somewhere." her head signals no. "don't want to see him ever again."

jake looked at his wife.

"you'll stay here as long as you need." he murmured and kissed her head.

his calls were unanswered and his texts on read.

"for fuck sake I know what I did but I'm going insane. I need to talk to her." drew said to chase.

"drew man I know but you actually did the worst thing that you could've ever done to your relationship." his friend sighed. "give her time."

he knew chase was right but it wasn't only the fact that she wasn't talking to him that made him go insane but the knowing she wasn't alright and that it's his fault.

so the weeding got postponed lucky them as the invitations hadn't been sent yet and the place it was being hosted had an opening to reschedule. it gave him hope.

it gave him hope when three weeks later she told him she was going home to talk. so now they sat in their living room her eyes fixated on a portrait of them as kids that hung beside the tv.

"how are you?" he said.

"how do you think?" she looked up at him. the bags under her eyes showed the sleepless nights. "how are you?"

he took a deep breath in.

"I don't have a right and i know it but I'm not alright either." she scoffed.

they stayed silent for a moment before she spoke again.

"I realised i don't know who i am without you." she sniffed. "my whole live I knew you were it for me."

he didn't interrupt.

"and the thought of you drunk kissing someone else disgust me. knowing I didn't cross your mind because you ended up close enough for her to kiss you" she rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands. "I can't get it out of my mind. you've always been my future husband, the future father of my kids and now I don't even want to look at you."

"baby." he sighed and kneeled in front of her gripping her calf. "you're all that to me too. there's no one else in this world I could want this with." he kissed her right thigh. "you're the love of my life, my soul mate."

"is it the fact that we've only been with each other aside from the people you kiss on screen? like was that it?" he nods no. "then how did you end up so close to her. why did she think it was alright to do that when you have that fucking ring on your finger?"

"we were drinking sitting on a sofa in my trailer because we had just finished filming the last scene." he sighs. "we were talking too much about our life's, the way we created our careers and i don't know, it just happened."

"it was a real life kiss drew." she whispers.

"i know baby i know." he kissed the inner side of her wrist. "just please give me a change to redeem what happened."

"how can i be sure that it won't happen again with someone else?" she finally meets his eyes. those blue eyes she had been in love with her whole life, the one's that brought her calm in the hard times. those blue eyes that had such a broken glint it made her heart hurt even worse.

"because i swear in all our years together and the one's we'll live if you allow them to exist, i'll never let anyone get that close to me again. i'll write a no kissing policy in my contracts." she let him intertwine their fingers. "because i'll never put in jeopardy the life i want by your side. your love, your laugh, the way you always know what to say, waking up next to you in the morning for the rest of our lives and having little one's with your eyes."

she sighed.

"you're the one i've wanted since i was a kid. when at twelve i made you promise me we'd be each other's first kiss." he gained a small smile from her. "i never doubted that you were the one for me not when people told us we were too young and missing on the college experience." he kissed her knuckles. "let me prove you i'll never make you suffer in the way i did ever again baby. please"

the hand that wasn't wrapped in his she placed it on the side of his face and he leaned onto her touch.

"please baby."

she looked him in the eyes and nodded giving him her answer.

a/n: you can decide if she gave him a yes or a no. giving you both options :) PLEASE REBLOG YOUR WRITERS WORK! drew's tags are filled with rafe's fics

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