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after seeing deadest of dead ends I kind of thought about Star Patient since Andrew gets hospitalised after jumping off another window and now I'm really curious about how you think it would have worked out if in Start Patient Andrew ended up hospitalised after this suicide attempt (imagine that SOMEHOW for this scenario Andrew survives that fall). The whole SA of Andrew? His alcoholism? Would Ashley be alive too or would she have died there? I think it would be SOOO neat if you could answer my questions! Love all of your works!! ❤️❤️

Sorry for the late response to this question, I've been driving across the country for a family funeral, so I haven't had time to write Heart on the Market or get to this request yet. Now that I am back, I will answer!

The Chances:

I always kind of figured the suicide idolization would end up being an ending in TCOAAL, I'm just surprised it was foreshadowed in chapter 1 as jumping off a building; I would've at least expected Andrew to die of alcohol poisoning or hard drugs, and Ashley just getting shot by Andrew during one of his drunken fits. But yeah, I guess we can have this weird Romeo-Juliet death together; forbidden lovers, forbidden siblings... Yuck....

But having Andrew and Ashley jump out of a window really gave me a mental flashbang. Has the developers been reading my story? (No, the answer is no). Ahaha! But it's fun to think about!

Realistically, they couldn't survive that fall. Falling more than 6 feet becomes deadly, and the height Andrew and Ashley fell from was higher than that.

Considering a one-story building is around 10 feet tall (according to calculator.academy). I'm using the left building as an example to help us (even though Andrew and Ashley look like they're higher up than the left building). The left building has what appears to be 7 floors, so that's 70 feet, a fall pretty much nobody could survive from, and if they do, they're paralyzed for sure.

BUT, that's not fun to say that they died! So as you said, let's imagine Andrew survives!

Seeing as Andrew is falling first onto the pavement, it seems like he'd be cushioning Ashley, so if he manages to survive the fall, there's a high chance Ashley would also survive the fall!

Star Patient Plot Change??:

Star Patient took place after the end of Chapter 2, because chapter 3 wasn't out yet. If Star Patient Andrew took place after chapter 3. I'm just going to predict them on a whim because I really don't feel like doing a whole psychological prediction and shit.

I'd honestly predict Andrew being a worser person. One who murders impulsively (such as killing the camper kid in episode 3). One who self-harms through drinking and drinking, maybe even stealing hospital drugs to get a high to escape his miserable life.

I killed Ashley off in Star Patient because I knew, realistically, she'd be a major problem through the story line. Andrew isn't Andrew without Ashley; Ashley isn't Ashley without Andrew. As long as Ashley was alive, Andrew was going to continue being a bad person with her because he lives through Ashley.

BUT! Star Patient Episode 3 Andrew (yikes, long title), would be different. Honestly, I can just see him trying to kill himself again, (with or without Ashley), considering he'd be in so much pain after that 70+ foot jump.

With Ashley, if she survived the jump, I think she would never fucking jump again, that's for sure. Ashley doesn't like pain, so she would refuse to jump again, try to convince Andrew to run away with her. If Andrew tried to die again, I think she would shoot him and then herself (like that one ending, whatever it was called that I'm too lazy to look up).

Personally, I wish she would leave Andrew and find a safe home for herself (like a woman's domestic violence shelter, because wtf Andrew?) But realistically, she wouldn't leave him. She'd end up choosing a quick way to die, or she'd just live out her life with him, probably paralyzed forever. I feel like Ashley would be more skittish after her near-death encounter. She would still have an attitude and sass, but would quickly back down after pissing Andrew off so he doesn't suggest another swan dive or hit her again.

BUT, if we were to go another route, let them both live and not try to kill themselves and stay with Star Patient's Reader, I think the reader would keep them in separate rooms (and beds), try to fix that toxic codependency between the both of them. I think that either A, Reader would become a yandere (not just Andrew like in the story). for the both of them due to the intimacy of their toxic power dynamic. Or B, she would be murdered by Ashley who forced Andrew to kill Reader to prove that Andrew loves Ashley, because Ashley couldn't deal with that kind of jealousy and insecurities, especially being in a powerless situation like that.

But I like to think that Reader tries to escape them because of how obsessive Andrew and Ashley would be, having a mother/partner-like figure to actually care and love them and nurture them. So Andrew and Ashley become obsessed with Reader, and Reader tries to escape because it feels too much like her stalker Ren (which Andrew and Ashley would quickly kill upon having him in the city).

RAHHHH, FINISHED! I hope that my rant made sense. I actually went to watch the Deadest of the Deads ends, which was a lot like the shots and shots (or whatever it was), at first. Seeing Ashley scared when falling and the bruises on her genuinely made my heart ache (I get too attached to the characters).... Thank you Xkaobt for the ending video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUoJdiS9Qqk)

I'm working more on Heart on the Market now that I'm finally back at home! Thank you for your patience as I go through my mourning process, I hope to see you all in my next post!

P.S: I didn't say nothing about Andrew's SA because I had nothing to say about it. I refuse to believe it happened. And also because I don't think it really affects their personalities much...

Once more, the Andrew Graves masterlist for those who haven't checked it out, this is so you know what Star Patient is: https://www.tumblr.com/stellar-constellations/743073859210706944/andrew-graves-masterlist?source=share

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Stellar my god you get me!!! I need this man biblically!! I don't want kids either so this actually works out ok if anything but I knew I was down bad horrendous when chapter 3 hit and my feelings STILL???? did not take a backseat??? I actually emphasized to a painful degree when I saw his childhood because the giving up of dreams in light of parental neglect hit a little too close to home. Something I gotta tell my therapist about at this point probably, but Andrew has NO right having this tight of a hold over me lord almighty there is something wrong with me :,D Anyway I'm absolutely loving Heart on the Market! Just wanted to pop in and tell you I'm a fan :)

Me reading your comments (I fainted from happiness).

Thank you for enjoying my work and popping in to tell me!

Also... yeah man, I relate to Andrew's childhood of taking care of his siblings to an EXTREME level dude. It's almost scary how much Andrew is like me.... like a doppelgänger...

Oh well! Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy more in the future!

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i love love LOVE all of your works!! They are sooooo good, I can't help but feel like always checking to see if you have uploaded anything

Anyways, in Heart on the market, I couldn't help but feel like y/n reminds me of Beth Ann Stanton from Why women kill and I absolutely love that vibe!! I also find Andrew being a terrible husband and hiding not an affair but a few corpses also weirdly fitting lol so maybe one day we are getting a full on 50s-60s with housewife y/n and sketchy husband Andrew??

I've never seen that show. My stars are always telling me a reference or something, and I never understand it. I feel a bit happy knowing I'm not an internet shut-in.

I can totally see a one shot of 1950's reader and a few corpses! That's actually a bit cute, reader being insecure of her husband upping his body count, only to realize it wasn't the body count she was expecting, and she's just happy at how much he loves her that he wouldn't cheat!

BONUS POINTS IF HE IS A YANDERE, UGH!

Yanderes remind me of Juvia Lockster, the best Yandere-ish character ever. I love her. I wish I could write characters like her, because she is so underrated.

Sorry for the little off-topic rant.

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Hatemail? No problem!

Just a kind reminder to everyone suffering from Mentally Ill Bitchers on the internet that there's a reason why Tumblr has a report, delete comment, and block buttons!

It's something I use on the daily basis whenever I don't want to see stuff, and it's something we should be normalizing, especially on the internet.

No, they won't be alerted that you blocked them or deleted their message. No, they won't be able to see your Tumblr or reply to you or send you hate (and even if they do, just delete and move on with your life).

You can't delete real problems, but at least you can delete virtual problems on Tumblr.

SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY HATERS:

Thank you to all my haters, allow me to bestow upon you my lowest reward...

Drum roll please...

Da da da da da da

The dumpster!

Imagine picking fights with people on the internet? Guys, remember you're literally never gonna see these people in your life. And if you do? Well 99/100 they're gonna be too scared to look you in the eye, let alone say what they say on the internet. And if they do? Hit them with a harassment charge!

Like OMG NO, I can’t believe WWW.DickAndBallTorturer disagrees with what I say 😭! I’m so depressed that StreetRat09 thinks my writing is bad 😔. WHAT DO YOU MEAN JujustuKaisenCockWarmerSpitInMyMouth sends me an anonymous comment saying I should die? Be real y’all.

Don't bother playing into people's delusions, just block them y'all. I've learned to just stop replying and start deleting. Put that toxic shit in the trash, it's not good to be smelling so much BULLSHIT!

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Heart on the Market (ONGOING SERIES) Chapter 4

WARNING: This series will include; NSFW, dead dove, reader is a serial killer, black market possible inaccurate historical slang and fashion, gore, alcohol, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, guns, mafia family, implications of misandry (male misogyny), perversive thoughts, nonconsensual drugging, gaslighting, harm to children possibly more to add.

I do not condone ANY illegal acts, immoral acts, or toxic relationships portrayed in my fictional writing.

Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (Ashley doesn't exist). Modern AU.

Incest is not Wincest.

Andrew Graves x Old school! Serial killer! Fem! Reader

Wordcount: 7,000+ words

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Current chapter, Chapter 5 (in the works)

        Sometimes, you had nightmares. You always forget them by morning, but you always dream of being chased.

        Sometimes you’re chased by Judah; whether it was the guilt of murdering him or the fear of another impure engagement. A gun in his hands, the same one you used to splatter his blood on your white wedding tablecloths. 

        Sometimes, you’re chased by your mother; a powerful woman chasing a less-powerful woman, a single point of her finger before soldiers swarmed you in all directions. 

        Sometimes, you’re chased by yourself—but you never have a weapon, only your bare hands. Sometimes, you felt like someone else, someone bad.

        Bad is just a word. There’s no true definition, and it changes based on the word, but if you had to describe it; it would be blood freezing over fresh snow.

        You can pick up the soiled snow and let it melt on your fingers, but then you’d be soiled too. You can let it rest there, a trail of evidence to show what happened in that very spot. 

        Either way, you never question whose blood it is, because it doesn’t matter who’s hurt or dead—you just wonder what happened. 

        You end up being stabbed in the heart; that’s always how the dream ends. You wake up with a pain in your chest, something throbbing and stabbing.

        Fear.

        But you always wake up, snapping back to reality, but that fear chases you. Whether it’s the fear of being caught. The fear of being something more than you can control. The fear of being stabbed right back. 

        It’ll always follow you, in and out of sleep, always lingering in your consciousness, bringing back that familiar pain.

        You jolted awake, a stabbing in your chest. You don’t know who chased you last night, but you can only assume it was one of your family members, maybe even one of the soldiers.

        That’s how you woke up this morning, a pain in your chest and a lack of oxygen in your lungs. You didn’t want to get up, but you knew you needed to get your blood pumping.

        You got up from bed, clutching your chest as it throbbed, like an icepick repeatedly stabbing into it, the pain stealing the air out of your lungs. 

        You gasped for air, falling onto the ground. You held your legs up to your chest to help elevate them, taking in some painful breaths, before the pain retreated.

        There was a small sting, but it’ll go away in a few minutes. This isn't the first time it's happened before. With that in mind, you got up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing your bloody clothes from yesterday since you have no other clothes.

        You got dressed, having no hairbrush in the room, you resorted to using one of your socks as a hair tie to make a messy bun (hey, desperate times call for desperate measures). 

        You put on your shoes (ignoring the weird feeling of having one of your feet sockless, which you knew you’d get a friction burn later on your heel), and set your attention to waking Andrew up.

        “Andrew…” you muttered, gently waking him up. Upon noticing he wasn’t waking, you got annoyed, “I said wake up!” you hissed, shaking him rougher.

        “H-hey, damn! Okay!” Andrew groaned, sifting up from the bed. “Shaking me like an earthquake is happening…”

        “You need to work on your sleeping habits. Being a deep sleeper in our situation isn’t good, we could've been cornered!” you spoke.

        “And I told you that I’d sleep closest to the door, so you’re fine…” Andrew rolled his eyes.

        You were always nagging him.

        He got up out of bed, grabbing his bloodied flannel and putting it on.

        “It’s a good thing our alarm didn’t go off. It only means we’re early, hopefully we’re early enough for breakfast so we can quickly eat with nobody there. I don’t want anyone to see our clothes.” You spoke, wiping down your dress.

        “I hope there’s some damn pancakes…” Andrew muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his shoes.

        “Maybe,” you hummed, patting down his hair and trying to brush it out with your fingers. “We’ll see.”

        You made sure Andrew took the guns out of the hotel safe, hiding them in his pants. You grabbed your suitcase of money and your keycard, walking out of the hotel room. You took the elevator down to the lobby, seeing the hotel workers taking out some breakfast dishes to the dining area.

        Some people were already there as you stuck to Andrew, awkwardly facing the wall so nobody could see your bloody dress. You grabbed some waffles, fruit, and apple juice, sitting down at a table in the back.

        “No fucking pancakes, all god damn waffles.” Andrew grimaced, annoyed as he sat down with you.

        He had a plate with some bagels, a blueberry muffin, cereal, and orange juice.

        “You’re gross…” you cringed. “Orange juice? With the pulp?”

        “Says the girl that takes the veins out of eyes.” Andrew scoffed.

        “First, they’re optical nerves—“ you huffed, bickering with him.

        Your attention was taken by a loud couple entering the dining area, grabbing their own plates of food. They fed each other strawberries and other fruits—you couldn’t help but grimace as their display of PDA.

        “When you gonna do that to me?” Andrew teased, smirking. “Isn’t some PDA necessary for our relationship, my wife?”

        “PDA? Oh, you mean Psycho Desperate Attention? Where you act abnormal with someone to help feed your delusions in public for attention?” you hummed, shoving a strawberry in your mouth—without the help of Andrew.

        “You guys must be past your honeymoon phase.” 

        You jumped, hitting your knee on the table. You smiled through the pain, glaring at the woman talking. 

        It was that stupid PDA couple. You have no idea why grown-ass adults act like teenagers with a case of puppy love, but you find it repulsive. You didn’t even act like that with Judah! 

        “Oh… I wouldn’t say that…” you smiled, looking at the woman. “We just had a rough night sleep.”

        “An animal; she was.” Andrew leaned back in his chair, smirking, proud of what he said.

        You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, keeping up your smile, “Totally…” you muttered.

        “So? What are you guys doing here in Pennsylvania? You have accents, so I assume you’re not from here.” The male spoke.

        “Quite personal, is it not?” you frowned.

        “What’s your name?” the female questioned.

        “Jane,” you lied, “And this is Hank.” You spoke, placing your hand on Andrew’s chest to look like a couple.

        “I’m Ivy and this is Xane.” The female, Ivy, smiled.

        She had pretty red hair; Xane had brown hair. They both looked like a cute couple, but you didn’t see a ring on their fingers. 

        “How long have you been married?” you questioned. 

        “Two years now.” Xane spoke.

        “And 5 months. He always forgets that. Always forgets our anniversary too.” Ivy frowned.

        “Right.” You smiled. “Best be on our way.” You grabbed your waffle, shoving it in your mouth.

        You turned your back so they couldn’t see the blood on your chest, quickly grabbing Andrew and spinning him around so they couldn’t see the blood on him either.

        “Hey. I wasn’t done eating.” Andrew whispered.

        “Go. Go start the car. Hurry.” You hissed, quickly walking to the lobby’s desk, checking out while he started the car.        

        You saw the couple stand up from the table, so you threw the keycards on the table, unbothered if they would check you out or not (it’s not your money, after all). 

        You rushed out with your briefcase of money in hand, hopping into the car with Andrew.

        “Where to?” Andrew questioned. 

        “Just go!” you hissed, locking the car doors quickly.

        You opened the window just a crack, throwing Hank’s phone onto the ground, abandoning it. 

        Andrew pulled out of the parking lot, driving off as you directed him to the interstate, telling him to maintain a natural speed so you wouldn’t look suspicious. 

        “That couple wasn’t a couple.” You sighed. “Mercenaries. They were waiting for us. It was stupid to try and befriend us, but perhaps they were confirming their targets.”

        They must’ve known the second she introduced Andrew as Hank instead. They didn’t recognize her, probably because of how damn long she’s last seen her parents. They didn’t have no pictures of her, only when she was a baby, so it makes sense they didn’t recognize her instantly. She didn’t introduce herself with her name either, only making it harder to identify her.

        But because of her own slip up, they were able to piece it together. With Hank being a now dead soldier, her introducing Andrew as him definitely raised red flags. Not only that, but they had his phone, if anything, they might’ve went as far as to tracking Hank’s phone and his spending history, finding them at that very hotel. 

        “We need to find a new car to steal. They might recognize this one belonging to one of the soldiers.” You spoke, crossing your arms as you looked out the window. “First, we need to get clothes. Clothes, some food, and essentials like blankets, hygiene, etc. We might as well steal a car too.”

        Andrew nodded, keeping to the slow lane of the interstate, following the speed limit so he wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention as he looked for a sign for any cheap clothing store.         .         .         .         “See? I knew you’d look good in that.” Andrew smiled, admiring you.

        You wore an oversized light grey sweater, blue jeans and brown heeled boots, a white bow in your hair. You wore red lipstick to cover up the swelling bruises on your lips, but nothing could hide your broken nose as you had an amateur nose cast to try and fix it.

        “I don’t like it…” you muttered, looking at yourself in the car mirror.

        Yeah? You changed in the car? You don’t have an apartment anymore. You can't judge yourself. 

        You didn’t like the clothes, you didn’t like the situation you were in, you didn’t like how un-pretty your face was.

        You worked so hard on your appearance, your alibis and way of life, your personalities to portray, all so that you could keep your family secret and make them proud; and for them to cast you aside like this? To break your pretty face you worked so hard for? You never thought you’d prey on your own family, but the times have changed, and you’re growing hungry.

        “I’ll paint canvas with their blood…” you muttered, your hand tracing the cast on your nose, frowning at the black bruises that made way under your eyes. 

        “It’s not bad, baby.” Andrew smiled. “You should see my wound.”

        “Well at least yours is hidden! Mine is right there! If I go out with you in public, they’d consider you a wife-beater and call the cops on us!” you snapped.

        “It will attract attention, but I don’t think it’ll be that serious.” Andrew sighed. 

        “Well it makes me look ugly.” You huffed, crossing your arms. 

        You couldn’t force your eyes away from the mirror. Your pale skin, your sulking eyes, your frizzy hair, the suffocating collar of your sweater despite it being oversized. It was so not like you.

        Honestly, you don’t remember what was you. Who was Ms. (L/N) without the (L/N)’s?

        Andrew frowned, looking at you before sighing. 

        “Hey, I know the clothes is hard for you—it’s out of your element—but it’s only temporary until we’re safe. You can’t draw attention with your vintage dresses, and we need to act like good citizens.” Andrew spoke.

        “It’s not the damn clothes!” you snapped, irritated. “Well, it’s the clothes too, but it’s my face! It’s ugly!” 

        “I may not agree with you on a lot of things, but I can confidently say you’re attractive.” Andrew frowned, “I think you’re just fine.”

        Not pretty? Not beautiful? Not gorgeous? Not stellar? Not extravagant? Not perfect?

        Just fine? Fine? 

        What about her was fine? What about her broken nose and busted lip and sullen eyes and aching body was fine? What about the situation was fine?

        “Are you fucking kidding me, Andrew?” you scoffed. “This is the opposite of fine! I’m in trouble with my family out to kill me and the police no doubt looking for me as a missing person and the city of Manson will connect the dots if me and the murders suddenly vanish! All of my dresses and soft things are gone forever, I can’t go back! And my stupid,fucking ugly face!” you snapped, hitting your fists on the dashboard.

        “Jesus, stop! You’re going to attract any bystanders!” Andrew hissed, anxious as he looked outside the windows to make sure nobody was looking.

        “I’ll kill them all, I might as well since everything is gone!” you blabbered, waving your hands around. “We only have so much time before they’ll—“

        A harsh sting snapped you out of it, a wasp sting blossoming across your cheek as your head was tilted at an angle. Your speech was cut off, replaced with silence, one Andrew wasn’t sure if it was better or worse.

        “You need to cut your shit out and get it together. We’re both in danger now.” Andrew grimaced, rolling his wrist, his own wasp sting on his palm from delivering yours.

        “You do you think you are, Graves?” you questioned rhetorically, anger burning you alive as you reached for your knife, before realizing you didn’t have a knife, or even a purse for it. “Do you want to end up in a grave, Graves? I could always use extra money from your organs.” 

        “It’s just been complaining and complaining from you, and I think I’m starting to understand now.” Andrew rolled his eyes, not afraid or even taking you seriously, which only angered you more, “Get in the backseat.”

        “How about you leave the fucking car so I can run you over and drop your body in a ditch!” you snapped, “Are you really gonna make me sit in the back so you can have the front seat? So you can’t see my ugly face? Are you serious right now?”

        “(Y/N).” Andrew hissed, unlocking the car doors. “Now.”

        You opened the door, slamming it shut as you hopped into the backseat. Andrew followed, getting in the backseat and locking the car doors once in the back.

        “No! Go away!” you huffed, trying to kick him with your heel.

        He grabbed your ankle, dragging you over till you were under him. Your back rested on the backseats as Andrew towered over you, his neck leaned down so he wouldn’t hit his head on the car’s ceiling. 

        Your hands fixed to dig your thumbs into his wound again—expecting another fight—but he surprised you.

        His hand let go of your ankle, both of them trailing up to your thighs, before going to your waistband. He hooked his fingers on it, pulling your jeans towards him.

        “H-hey!” you gasped, hitting his hands, trying to get him off of you.

        A feeling of embarrassment overtook you, feeling bare and exposed. You’ve never had someone look at you in this angle, and you were worried he was going to take your virginity from your future husband. 

        “You’re always so rude and bossy, and I think that’s cause you’re so pent up.” Andrew hummed, unbothered as your hands tried to push his hands away.

        His hand went to your pussy while the other kept your legs open, a thumb rubbing circles on your clit, manually arousing you. 

        A whimper escaped your lips. Surprised at the noise, you tugged his hair for him to move away.

        “Just calm down…” Andrew groaned, a groan that sounded almost pleasant, like he enjoyed his hair being pulled. “I’m not going to do anything serious.”

        Once you were deemed wet enough by Andrew, he bullied two fingers into your pussy, carefully moving them in and out of you so you could adjust, before going knuckle-deep as he started curling his fingers.

        “S-shit! Oh!” you gasped, your lips trembled as your grip on Andrew’s hair tightened. “Y-you didn’t have my permission for this!”

        “But you’re not stopping me.” Andrew smirked, “you like it. I can tell by how wet you’re getting.”

        “From stimulation, not arousal!” you whimpered, panting as he kept hitting a spot in you that made you see stars. “This isn’t right.” 

        You never let Judah touch you like this, not even when you were engaged. And yet, here you are, sprawled out beneath Andrew as he worked his way around the cramped space of the backseat to thrust his fingers as deep into your pussy as he can. 

        You didn’t know what was suffocating you more: the eyes of your late fiancé in a jar around your neck, bouncing under your shirt with the slightest thrust of Andrew’s fingers—or the feeling of Andrew’s thick fingers reaching inside you so deep it felt like it was crawling up your throat. 

        His fingers are so much more bigger than yours, filling you up better can you can yourself (not that you did it frequently, you were a single lady waiting for a husband to do the work for you, after all). 

        But the feeling of his fingers drilling into your cunt had you second-guessing whether this was really not okay. I mean, how can it be wrong if it feels so good? 

        It felt intimate. Nobody’s ever made you feel like this before. It made you feel like only Andrew could make you feel like this.

        You felt something strange, a warm sensation in your stomach, a need to burst as you started shaking, burning up and panting and moaning, waiting for something to happen.

        It wasn’t until Andrew’s second hand made way to your clit, drawing quick circles around it until you saw stars, a mix between a moan and a gurgle escaping your throat no matter how hard you tried to silence it.

        Even though you came, he still kept going, fingers pumping in and out of you with no sign of stopping. It wasn’t until he removed his fingers and licked them, that you let out a sigh of relief, glad that the torture (although somehow pleasant) was over.

        At least you thought. When he grabbed your thighs and pulled your ankles up to over his shoulders did you realize how sorely mistaken you were. 

        His hands went to your ass so he could push you against his mouth, his tongue licking your sore pussy, lapping up your orgasm like it was water from a sacred springs. 

        You never thought you’d see Andrew so desperate for you, but it really should’ve been a sign. Of course he would be into you, watching porn videos of actresses that looked like you even after you hurt him and threatened to murder him. Of course he’d be desperate for you, his cute neighbor next door who is showering just an apartment away, the water in his own shower cold as yours was hot from using it first.

But he was eager, wanting this possibly even longer than you’ve known. He wasn’t running away from you every chance he got because he disliked you; no, it was because he liked you! He liked the way you made his cock stir in his pants upon saying his name and offering to have lunch with him so you could keep your good social image. He liked being able to smell your cooking next door, wishing he could have you on his cock, spoon-feeding him a meal you made with your love. 

        His tongue lapped at your pussy ferociously, as if it was a meal made with your love. You couldn’t escape the abuse on your pussy, not with your legs above his shoulders—not with how your back was trapped between him and the car seat.

        You couldn’t stop him. Your hands grabbing his hair—trying to pull him off with force—trying to escape the painful pleasure, but he just moaned and shoved his face deeper into your pussy, the vibrations from his moans causing you to cry out with ecstasy. 

        He caught onto this, making humming noises on your clit as he sucked on it, his hands grabbing your love handles so he could manually grind you onto his mouth like a pathetic animal in heat would. 

        You came again with a sharp wail, begging and pleading for you don’t even know what as he slurped your slick and cum like it was honey on a spoon. 

        He pulled your shaky legs off his shoulders, straightening his back to the best he can in the cramped space of the backseat. He smiled, admiring your heaving chest, your shaking legs, your mouth opening and closing as you caught your breath.

        There was silence, silence as he enjoyed the sound of your exhausted form—enjoying the sound of your nonexistent whining and bickering.

        “Much better.” Andrew hummed, licking his lips.

        He found unused fast food napkins in the middle console, using them to wipe away his saliva and your arousal from your thighs and pussy, throwing it out the window.

        Litterbug… you couldn’t help but scorn him as he pulled your panties and jeans back up to your hips.

        He picked you up and put you back in the passenger seat, getting in the drivers seat and smiling. 

        “So? What next?” Andrew questioned, smiling, as if he didn’t spend the last 15 minutes between your thighs.

        You glared at him, panting as you caught your breath.

        “A new car…” You breathed out. 

        “And how are we gonna do that?” Andrew questioned, crossing his arms and leaning back. “Just go up to someone and say, ‘Excuse me, sir? Can I borrow your car? My wife and I have a reservation to get to?’” he questioned sarcastically.

        “We steal one.” You rolled your eyes. 

        “Good luck, with this modern tech? Just try to steal a Tesla and cameras all over it.” Andrew scoffed.

        “I need a car that’s younger than the 2000’s.” You sighed. “Everybody likes retro. There’s some beat-up Hyundai somewhere around here.” 

        “If you say so.” He shrugged. 

        You rolled your eyes, opening the car door and staggering out of the car. 

        “You watch our stuff in here. Once I get the car, I’ll have to pull it aside. I can’t turn the car off, otherwise I’ll have to restart all over again.” You explained. 

        “Okay.” Andrew nodded. 

        You surveyed the convenience store’s parking lot, grabbing a sharp rock along your way. The damn place was filled with family cars and blue collared cars, some of these cars would’ve been fine if they weren’t so flashy. 

        You finally found a bad-looking Ford explorer. It was white with the paint job peeling, spending too many summers out in the sun. It was covered in dirt, typical for an off-road vehicle. 

        You grabbed two hairpins from your hair, shoving them into the lock. After a few minutes of individually unlocking each other lock, muttering curses under your breath and resisting the urge to hit your head against the door and set the alarm off, you heard that angelic pop of the lock.

        You quickly hopped in, locking the doors as you used your pins to unscrew the under the steering wheel’s cover. You grabbed three bundles of wires, finding the one that connected to the battery. Using the sharp rock from earlier, you scraped away the cable’s protective outwear so you could reveal the copper wiring, twisting the red and blue battery wires together.

        The car’s radio and lights came off, prompting you to quickly turn them off. You grabbed the starter wires removed the outwear to show the copper wires, tapping them together until they sparked, the engine roaring to life. You revved it a few times to make sure the engine wouldn’t stall or fail. You broke the steering lock by turning it left until it popped.

        Finally, you made your grand escape—at least you wished. You picked up Andrew, transporting all your new clothes, food, bathing essentials, and blankets into the Explorer.

        You handed the car to Andrew, letting him drive. 

        “We’re going to Georgia.” You spoke, crossing your arms. “My older sister lives there, Kimberly. But she’s currently under the alias Jordan.” 

        “So what’s she do? Does she hate us just as much as your brother did?” Andrew questioned.

        “She’s a spy for us. She watches over the Gallo family, a rivaling family of ours; obviously, they’re unaware of her relations with us.” You explained. 

        “Like, the spies that are super strong and agile?” Andrew questioned. “How do you plan to kill her?”

        “No.” You scoffed, smiling. “She was chosen to be a spy because she’s weak. She’s better for intel, not fighting.” 

        “Well, okay.” Andrew nodded. “You gonna tell me where this place is at?” 

        “Just take the interstate, I’ll guide you.” You smiled.

        .         .         .                  Honestly, you would’ve never found this place if it wasn’t for your family’s map. You remembered it was located somewhere by Driftwood Beach. 

        A couple miles away from the salty sea, you could see a small house. It didn’t look nothing like a mobster’s house, but the shine of a gun in the window proved otherwise. 

        You couldn’t just walk up to the house, you’d be shot. Breaking into the house wasn’t even a chance. But what caught your interest was the cars parking by the side of the road.

        These cars didn’t belong to tourist parking for the beach, there were people who would hop out of their cars, walking up to the door and flashing a badge, before entering. 

        They wore casual dresses and button up shirts; judging by the women wearing heels, it looked to be a party. Perhaps one for social connections.

        “How is your formal etiquette?” you questioned, a smile on your face as you looked out the car window.

        “I was an English major.” Andrew shrugged. 

        “Here’s the plan.” You spoke, shifting your body to look at him. “We park at the edge of the road, down the line. When a couple comes, we sneak up and shoot them, take their badges they have that’s letting them in, find my sister, kill her.”

        “You make it sound easier than it is.” Andrew sighed, crossing his arms.

        “It is easy, so long as we choose someone of low-class. Someone not popular enough to have made their debut in the underground.” You spoke.

        You stepped out of the car, observing the place as you looked around. 

        “Give me one of the guns,” you spoke, “I need it. You need to stay with the car. If you turn it off, I’d have to wire it again, and that’s tedious. I’ll kill them and steal their clothes and car, then we’ll put all of our stuff into it.”

        Andrew didn’t hesitate this time with giving you a gun from his waistband. Perhaps you’ve earned more of his trust, or perhaps he thinks you don’t have the tits to kill him. Whatever it was, you got one of the guns. 

        You placed the gun in your waistband, pulling down your sweater to hide it. You walked to the line of cars, sitting behind a tree and waiting for a good target.

        Some were too rich, some were too popular in the underground to where you’d be discovered if you took their identity. Some had too flashy cars that would attract attention. Some were just perfect…

        Such as the blonde and the brunette walking elbow-to-elbow. You looked around to make sure nobody was around, before walking up to them. 

        Immediately, they were cautious. Of course they would be, some of these families must be rivals for their business. 

        “Excuse me?” you smiled. “I’m a tourist. Do you know where—“ 

        BANG!

        Yes, they were amateurs, just as you expected. They never even bothered to remove their arms from each other’s. Someone experienced would have at least tried to make it look like they were reaching for their partner’s waist when they were going for their weapon.

        You robbed their dead bodies of their keys, ID’s, money, and party invitations. You dragged their dead bodies, kicking them underneath a car to hide them for now. 

        You unlocked their car and hopped in, starting the car and driving to Andrew. Andrew threw all your stuff into your new stolen car, meanwhile you swapped the license plates with each other; that way, even if you had the same model as a mobster, you wouldn’t have the same license plate, which can help other mobsters from discovering you. 

        The only downside is if a cop scans your license and finds the license belongs to a different model and owner, but hopefully a cop wouldn’t do that randomly on the interstate. 

        After getting the car situation sorted, you gave Andrew his party invitation.

        “I’m Seven Flint, huh?” Andrew hummed. “Seven? Really? A number? His parents really didn’t love him.”

        “And I’m Holly Flint.” You spoke, reading your invitation. “And I bet her mother’s name is Jolly.” You smiled, before reading the letter’s description. “A proposition for stocks, proposals, and business deals—how intriguing.”

        “Well? Shall we?” Andrew smiled.

        “Of course.” You nodded, walking next to him and smiling. 

        Andrew locked the car doors, wrapping his arm around your waist. He guided you to the door, "your" invitations in hand as you knocked on the door.

        The door opened, a man taller than Andrew, a clean bald head and face as he opened the door.

        “Da invites?” he had a thick Russian accent, his voice deep and serious that you almost took out your gun and shot him from surprise. 

        “Of course. For Mr. and Mrs. Flint.” Andrew smiled, taking your invitations and handing them over.

        The Russian male looked at the invitation, before shoving them in the trash, “Go.” 

        You smiled, entering the house. “The nerve.” You whispered. “If he is the butler, he is  a terribly un-jauntily one.” 

        Andrew chuckled, his hand patting your waist. “You shouldn’t be expecting princess treatment around here, honey.”

        “Don’t.” You rolled your eyes.

        “I’m only playing the role as your husband.” Andrew hummed. “Hey, we seem to play House a lot. It’s almost like the universe is trying to tell us something…”

        “That I should bury your body and leave you for Raquelle because I’m Barbie and nothing speaks more empowering than a 10 year old girl playing with Barbies and reflecting her female interest of her best friend?” you hummed.

        “I… Well that was specific. Do you swing that way?” Andrew inquired, now unsure if he should be making a move or not. 

        “Oh please, it’s just every girl’s plotline. Ken cheats with some broad, Barbie finds out, so she murders Ken and dates her best friend.” You smiled. “Well, at least every normal girl did. Personally, I performed ventriloquist shows with the dead bodies of our victims in my living room. My mother always said I had an eye for the arts.”

        Andrew peeked over at you, disturbed, a bit pale in the face. “Could you not?”

        “Sorry.” You giggled. “I reminisce about my childhood.”

        “You shouldn’t be doing that; it’ll make you think twice about killing your family, getting hungover on the past and all…” Andrew muttered.

        “Oh, no. It only makes me angrier. To think they’d betray me like this despite all I’ve done…” You smiled.

        As you entered the living room, there was a woman, a thick European accent as she spoke. “Allow me to assist you.” 

        She guided you to a room, opening the door for you. What awaited you was another woman, one who was standing by an elevator that lead down. 

        “Allow me.” She spoke, pressing a button that opened the elevator.

        You both entered the elevator, the woman pressing a button that led you two down and down. 

        The doors opened, showing a hallway with red carpeting and pale yellow walls that led to two arched oak doors. You pushed the doors open to be greeted with fancy chandeliers, tables upon tables of white tablecloths with silver dishes of foods and desserts.

        “So much for a casual party…” Andrew whispered in your ear, grimacing at the sight of so many people. “This is all the people involved in mafia activity here in Georgia?” Andrew questioned, almost surprised.

        “No,” you spoke, “This is the world of the mafia ranks—the hierarchies and those below. That’s why there were so many different accents the guides above us had.” 

        “And they all came for a party? It’s like the royals from the 1600’s.” Andrew scoffed. 

        “In this case, yes.” You nodded. “A party like this isn’t simply for business affairs; this is a underground debut.” 

        “You said that earlier… What is it?” Andrew questioned.

        “It’s optional depending on the family, but it’s typically an introduction to the underground organization once you reach age, typically 18 to 20 depending on the family.” You explained, making your way to the dessert table as Andrew unknowingly followed. “It’s a time for potential suitors and business proposals to introduce themselves. It’s typically popular considering it doesn’t only apply to just the family hosting. Other organizations can network and exchange information or services. It’s usually how they find their forever workers such as their consigliere or underboss.

        You never had a debut yourself since your family didn’t like the idea of your faces plastered in the underground, nor did they care for you or any of your siblings marrying into businesses. To a normal family, it might be like a sweet 16, a quinceañera, or a Philippine debut; but to the mafias, it was a debut into their life of organizing crime. 

        You grabbed a plate, stuffing it with raspberry macaroons, fudge, chocolate covered strawberries, anything sweet for your sweet tooth.

        “You like sweets?” Andrew smiled.

        “Oh, don’t tell me you’re a ‘I like my coffee black’ type of guy.” You rolled your eyes. “Every woman knows you do that to seem mysterious and self-disciplined.” 

        “…Well, I guess I like sweets every now.” Andrew muttered, stealing a chocolate strawberry from your plate, earning a glare from you. “Maybe it’s cause I don’t want cavities either.”

        “Oh fuck off and—“ you were cut off by a woman walking up to you. 

        “Jane!” the woman smiled, her red hair in a neat braid over her shoulder.

        “Oh… hey… you.” You smiled, internally cringing at not only forgetting her name, but remembering her from the hotel. “What are you doing here?”

        “I’m on a business trip, I didn’t know we were in the same business!” she smiled. “So, what family do you belong to?” 

        “Flints…” you muttered, stuffing your face with desserts so you couldn’t talk to her.

        “Hm. Never heard of them.” She smiled.

        “They’re working their way up.” You politely smiled back.

        “So? What’s your role?” she questioned.

        “Soldier.” You spoke shortly, wanting this to be over with.

        Might as well seem unimportant and not too unimportant as possible. You had more important things to attend to. 

        “Oh. Nice.” She smiled, before waving over a man, the same man from the hotel earlier. “Xane, come!”

        “It’s nice to see you guys again. Strange me and Ivy would meet you guys here out of all places.” Xane smiled, charming and withdrawn but not much so—much alike in Andrew, you could see.

        “Yeah… Small world.” Andrew muttered, placing his hand on your waist, grabbing another strawberry to keep his own mouth occupied.

        “So? What family do you work for?” you smiled.

        “The Gallo's.” Xane spoke. 

        Internally, you almost died, but you smiled on the outside. 

        “Wow, I’ve heard about you!” you smiled.

        “Mr. Gallo really is the best. It’s thanks to Mrs. Gallo too. They really make a wonderful duo.” Ivy boasted, proud of who she worked under like a dog would their owner. 

        “Speaking of me?” a soft female’s voice drew out, appearing behind Ivy out of thin air.

        “Oh, Mrs. Gallo. Yes, we were just talking of you.” Ivy smiled. 

        The woman had long, curly black hair and onyx eyes, smiling as she looked at you. “Oh, my dear. I see.” She hummed, tilting her head.

        “Hello—“ 

        “Bell. You can call me Bell.” She smiled, her dark skin and thick lips shining. “And you?”

        “Jane,” you spoke, “And this is my husband, Hank.” You introduced Andrew.

        “Ah, I see.” She smiled. “Are you enjoying the party so far?”

        “Of course.” You nodded, smiling. “It’s an honor for you to invite us.” 

        “Yes, well, I only aim for my daughter to be well-versed in our family’s antics.” Bell hummed, a hand on her hip. “Say, do you enjoy shows?” 

        “Depends on what is it.” You frowned, confused on the sudden topic change.

        “I ask because my daughter will be hosting a show for us. You see, she’s a singer and entertainer. Her way of expression is through music—it’s how she hopes to find a suitor with an eye for auditory arts.” Bell explained.

        “Intriguing.” You smiled, looking at Andrew. 

        “Stay a bit longer? Her voice is quite melodic.” Bell smiled. “I have to go greet other guests now. It was lovely meeting you, Jane.”

        “To you as well.” You hummed, watching as Ivy and Xane followed her, like bodyguards. 

        “Well?” Andrew questioned. “That was her, right?”

        “You’re starting to get a hang of this. Are we spiritually connected?” you smiled. “Yes, that was her. Her real name is Amara. It seems she understands we’re undercover; however, I’m unsure if that means she’s up to date with my status as a runaway, or if she’s simply playing the part as a spy.” You frowned.

        “She could be pretending, just like spies do.” Andrew hummed, his hand subconsciously rubbing up and down your hip.

        “Well, it could be plausible.” You hummed. “But… I believe our biggest worry here are my parents being present here. A big underground meeting such as this would have them attracted like moths to a light.” You spoke.

        “You don’t think they’d have the balls to kill us here, right?” Andrew questioned. 

        “No. It’d draw too much attention. Everyone would take out their weapons and kill the person nearest to them out of panic and confusion.” You spoke, sighing. “This is so complicated. Out of all the days, they chose today for a debut.”

        “We could always come back tomorrow?” Andrew suggested.

        “No. They could be hot on our trail for all we know. We’re in the same city, same town, same house, and same party right now. Surely this wasn’t a coincidence.” You frowned.

        “You know, I’m starting to think you like the challenge. The thrill of all this.” Andrew gruffed. “It’s like everything is hard cause it gives you a lady hard-on.” 

        “Why don’t you shut your mouth before I punch you hard?” you scoffed.

        “Oh, like they did to your nose?” Andrew retorted.

        “Shut up! You know that makes me feel insecure!” you hissed, the attention to your nose dragging your own focus back to the cast on your face, how stupid and ugly you must look with your broken nose and puffed up eyes.

        “… I’m sorry.” Andrew muttered. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

        “I don’t want your pity fucks.” You scoffed. “I did not enjoy today’s as it was.”

        “Oh, sorry. You orgasming on my tongue and moaning really made it seem like you didn’t enjoy it.” Andrew spoke sarcastically. 

        “Not in public!” you whispered, glaring at him.

        Andrew smirked smugly at you, proud to have you angry and flustered. You spent your time at the dessert table, wanting to hug the wall there so you could survey the crowd and do your best to avoid your parents. 

        If your mother and father were here, they would have your little sister too, along with some bodyguards hidden in the crowd, who would be on the lookout for you two—if not already stalking you in the disguise of the crowd.

        You watched as those socialized, hearing terrible business proposals, the flirting of two people who would no doubt take occupy a motel room later tonight, the complaining of an elder; normal stuff at parties such as these. 

        It wasn’t until a man in a suit came to the table, grabbing a glass and a spoon, hitting them to draw people’s attention. It was quiet as those used their indoor voices, so he was able to gain their attention quick.

        “Good evening. Thank you for coming to my daughter Viven’s debut. If you all could please follow me to the stage, my daughter would love to perform her original pieces for you.” He, Mr. Gallo, spoke.

        You watched as those followed. You and Andrew stayed in the back of the crowd, following the end of the line, entering a new room. It was like an auditorium, rows of seats for your convenience, and a stage with red curtains closed.

        Once everyone was seated, you watched as the curtains opened. 

        “Hello, everyone. It is so good to see all of your faces, familiar and unfamiliar.” Bell spoke, introducing herself. “I am Bell. Thank you for coming to my daughter’s first debut. It was my pleasure hosting to you all.”

        You grabbed Andrew’s hand and stood up, walking to the doors “in search of a bathroom,” you whispered so nobody could be suspicious of you as you planned your move. 

        “My daughter Viven is going to play the harp and sing her first piece titled ‘Eighteen Petals’.” Bell spoke. “We ask of you to sit back, respect your neighbors, and enjoy the show—“

        BANG! 

        Bell’s body fell on the stage, her form lifeless. You stared, surprised.

        “Wow. What a dramatic scene.” You muttered.

        “It must be a play too. Such as the mother being a wilted petal?” Andrew theorized.

        It wasn’t until you saw blood seeping onto your older sister’s yellow gown did you realize that it wasn’t apart of the show. 

        It was a murder, and you didn’t pull the trigger.

        There was an uproar, people standing up in their seats, some fleeing, others screaming in place. Some pushed and shoved you to the door, Andrew holding you protectively to his chest, cursing at people who carelessly knocked you around. 

        Your eyes met Ivy’s, her partner Xane right by her, and they didn’t look happy. In her hands was a silver dagger, one she gripped with white knuckles as she stalked closer to you.

        You know you’ve been framed, but you don’t know by who. 

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Current chapter, Chapter 5 (in the works)

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Tbh as a new writer in the fandom I find myself feeling embarrassed abt writing almost out of canon. There’s a breed of people in this fandom who nitpick Andrew x Anyone other than Ashley/Andrew x Oc, which I guess I get???

But it stunts some creative growth in me-

Whenever that happens, I say just fuck them.

There are 8 billion people in the world, and you’re never gonna be able to please them all. I learned that it’s important to hold your own ideals and morals high, because it’s real easy to follow the crowd and fit in—I know that it’s wired in our brain for a desire to fit in, but honestly, who wants to fit in nowadays?

I actually enjoy OC x characters to be honest, so long as they have some backstory, aren’t a Mary Sue, aren’t a replacement of Ashley, or a neighbor (cause that trope is really old now).

I’ll be honest with you, there are some sick people in the fandom who have taken this fictional game too far thanks to the green light Nemelei has given them, so this fandom has become pretty toxic and unstable—I totally get that. I can’t tell people in real life that I enjoy the game or they’d look at me weird and say “the incest game?” (the way I SEETHE at that, and that’s from an anti-shipper/anti-incest too).

You wanna write out of canon? Slap a label that says “AU” on it. You wanna write about different characters x reader/OC? Put a label in the work saying it or put it in the tags. They can’t blame you for something they consumed despite knowing exactly what they were getting into—and if they do, they have the IQ of 40 year old walking into Popeyes and getting mad at the 16 year old cashier because there’s no Sweet Heat sauce (like they’re the only person in the planet who likes it), true story of my childhood btw.

You should ALWAYS write because it makes you happy. Not because of money. Not because other people want you to. Write because you want to, because your work will be genuine and phenomenal; your readers can tell how much you value your work by how you treat it.

If you treat yourself like trash, you’ve set a low bar for people to treat you as it.

WRITE MY STAR, WRITE UNTIL YOUR WRIST AND FINGERS HURT! WRITE UNTIL YOU GET THAT ADRENALINE SPIKE WHERE YOU NEED TO STAND UP OTHERWISE YOU’LL BURST! WRITE UNTIL YOUR BLOOD BECOMES INK! WRITE UNTIL YOUR FINGERS BECOME NUMB FROM GRINDING AGAINST THE KEYBOARD LIKE WOOD ON SANDPAPER!

Speaking of Andrew x reader, expect a new chapter to drop out today.

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Me on a daily basis looking at the Andrew Graves x reader tags on Tumblr and AO3 just to see it’s all incest, Julia, or reader as a neighbor/replacement of Ashley:

I’M TIRED BOSS—of the same tropes and same 4 ideas being thrown in a basket and picked again. THROW THE BASKET AWAY AND WRITE NEW THINGS! (Coming from a writer for Andrew Graves).

This includes literally any fandom or work really. EVERYBODY PICK UP A PEN OR A KEYBOARD AND START HALLUCINATING!

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previous anon here,I do agree Ashley uses her body to keep him there but to me, ashley does experience sexual attraction—she’s not uninterested in sex, the narrative even suggests that she struggles to accept these feelings.. (someone mentioned in your post Madonna whore complex+ peter pan syndrome which I agree) I wanted to express that she wants to remain a child emotionally while also wielding sexuality in a way that confuses and damages her relationships, to me. also the age gap mentions it was because some ppl think Andrew being older than Ashley (2 years difference) makes him have ped0philic tendencies??? which he is a piece of shit, but he is not p3d00?? (Sorry,but English isn't my first language do I have trouble wording some stuff)

Andrew isn't a pedo, but he is definitely a groomer. Grooming is how incestual relationships start, they don't start naturally as some might think.

I still don't think Ashley experiences sexual attraction based on what I've seen and remember (I'm not a walking TCOAAL fan book guys, I don't know everything nor do I understand all the psychological things).

Also, the creators prefer for you not to label or diagnose the characters. Not only will it create stigma in the fandom because people gotta feel special and misdiagnose themselves, but also because it takes away the game:

With Nemelei's take in mind, what I believe she is trying to say is NO, Ashley doesn't suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome. Ashley's sense of humor has always been vulgar and messed up, are you telling me that 8 year old LeyLey was having sexual thoughts of her brother because she talked about "marrying" him? No, it was a joke as far as I interpreted it.

I think the only reason she portrays sexual thoughts is so she can use it as currency for Andrew, because she knows it's easy to seduce and convince Andrew to her side that with how perverse Andrew often thinks of her. I don't think it's for sexual personal use, but to convince Andrew:

Here's my proof.

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As much as I like Andrew,and dream to suck his dick, I know he’s no saint. But the way some fans twist things is wild. Saying “Andrew is creepier because he’s the older brother and a guy” or “Ashley didn’t want to abort, he forced her” is just misinformation. Same with the take that “Ashley doesn’t want sex, she’s immature and scared of being left, so she’s just using her body”—( I think nemlei also said something similar which to me is bs,to make Ashley look better bc she the fav of the male gooners) that doesn’t align with her character at all.

They act like there’s a 10-year gap between them when it’s only two. Andrew, despite being parentified and “mature for his age,” was still a kid—he never saw Ashley as a daughter figure. and Ashley clearly was sexually attracted to him,the actions and all,

Besides Andrew didn't forced her to abort, he was being logical: they have not enough money, the environment would be murder, and mentally neither are ready or fit to be a parent, to me, Ashley doesn't got motherly desire,and Andrew doesn't have fatherly desires, besides that would be more stress for him and her. (Besides 22 is way too young to be a parent)

Yes, there’s definitely misogyny—like the guys who cheered when Ashley got hit. But Ashley stans acting like "she’s so complex and hated just because she’s a woman” while tearing down Julia for sleeping with Andrew first is just hypocritical. Plenty of female characters are complex—Azula, Katara (kids shows) and there would be more female complex characters than Ashley in rpg egdy games.

Bottom line: both Andrew and Ashley are abusive and toxic toward each other,they are shitty,they abuse each other ( I don't believe in this phrase bc abuse it's mainly when one has power over other" but those two somehow manage to fucking break that)

and the takes that drive crazy is "Ashley never liked him in that way,it just Andrew" or the ppl that treat Andrew as a saint or "he's predatory" makes my blood boil,like I know he isn't the pope,but come on .

With respect, I agree with some things you've said and I disagree with other things you've said.

For one, I 10000% agree that both are abusers, ABSOLUTELY! Neither of them are good, and they are equally abusive in their own way; Andrew inflicting harm on others such as beating and choking Ashley and murdering a child because they mad him mad (even tho he was literally tryna harm the kid in the first place), Andrew neglecting others' emotions (such as constantly ditching Julia for Ashley, or ignoring Ashley when she feels upset or angry). Ashley being harmful to others such as using intimidation (pointing a gun at her brother, calling Julia threatening to harm her and that she's floozy, murdering a kid as a kid). They're also abusive to themselves; Andrew self-harming by drinking his feelings away and Ashley staying in a toxic relationship with Andrew despite being abused.

But Andrew was indeed attracted to Ashley, it's been proven before in earlier scenes of the game such as his inner thoughts of purposely sleeping in the same bed as Ashley because he had nightmares (which he also admitted to not being that bad of nightmares and Nemelei straight up saying it in a QNA), to making Julia wear ponytails so that she resembles Ashley, to even as an adult always running back to Ashley despite mommy and daddy no longer telling him to take care of Ashley. Andrew was indeed attract to Ashley, not as a kid or teenager, but overtime his hatred to her did start becoming something more once he started accepting that his life revolved around Ashley, he was practically conditioned as a child thanks to his parents for that one; if he didn't watch Ashley, he got punished. If he didn't stay with Ashley, Ashley would throw a fight to their parents and so Andrew would have to be friends with Ashley to appeal to his parents.

And Ashley DOES use sex as a means of currency. Such as telling Andrew she can take care of his sexual needs if it means he doesn't see Julia; she gives sex in exchange for him staying with her and effectively isolating him. Andrew even mentions that he felt like Ashley it was an exchange! And earlier on that note of me saying Ashley doesn't have those feelings, I believe it's true that she doesn't! Her behavior as a child wanting to be with Andrew stems from insecurity and not feeling good enough thanks to her parents disliking her from being hyperactive because their parents didn't understand that kids are going to be kids and kids are loud (I can say that with experience, I work with kids and grew up with four siblings). Ashley didn't have sexual attraction to him, all her comments were sick sense of humor because she has poor coping mechanisms and propositions because she didn't want her only "friend" leaving her, that's why she couldn't kill Andrew, because she didn't want to be alone.

I do agree to some extent about Ashley. Ashley is definitely sexualized more in the fandom. The fan art is disgusting. Her low-cropped shirt (I think that's what it's called) that shows a good chunk of her chest is sexualized too (y'all can we normalize clothing on women? Same with fantasy armor in games too please)? But I don't think Nemelei 100% meant to. I mean, in one of the QNA when someone asked about Ashley's tit size, she said it wasn't as big as people think (Andrew is also facing sexualization from the fandom such as people asking for his dick size). I'm just glad people are sexualizing fictional characters instead of going after IRL people such as celebrities and stuff... Plus, Nemelei doesn't mind the sexualization and she encourages it due to her writing and her art and commentary, so as long as the creator is fine, nobody should really give a fuck because it doesn't interfere with your personal life.

I've only seen the Shot and Such ending, so I might be wrong about something (listen man, that ending was only 6 hours and you're telling me there's more, I already hate episode 3 enough after seeing just one ending, I need time away from it and stay delusional in my thoughts and writing).

Maybe there is something I'm missing, but from my perspective, this was my hot take. Remember y'all, psychological horror game, so everyone interprets it differently because it's psychological and psychological is your way of thinking; nothing it wrong with your brain and how you interpret a fictional video game so long as you aren't harming real people (talking to you attempted doxxers, fucking psychos, you guys need to be off the internet if you can't handle fiction, and that's coming from a anti-shipper and anti-incest person too!)

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Julia is stronger than me,I would have let that man,put 22 babies in me,like I feel you, like I don't believe in subliminal audios but I'm that desperate that I listening it to get a bf like him,physically and personally without the incest.

The things I would do to that man will have the Devil weeping and begging for mercy. Any mind reader reading my mind will shoot me and then themselves.

It’s crazy because Andrew hates kids apparently, which is a deal breaker for me in real life because I want six (in this economy with the price, I’d have to settle for two MINIMUM). But with Andrew, I can reason, I can be a dog mom or a cat mom, maybe baby trap him (JOKING, JOKING, with consent I will). Julia is stronger for real, because I would fold (and I’m not even flexible). I will master a back stand if it means I can say hi to him. I will go sky diving if it means I can score a one hour date with him.

I am constantly in delusion with Andrew. My therapist is concerned (that’s a lie).

We stay delusional up in this house 🗣️🔥

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not a request but wow I’m just imagining reader in julia’s place, with andrew running away with her, moving in with her and putting a baby in her 🤭

I need it on a spiritual and carnal level. I don’t think you guys understand how down bad I am for this man. There is no genre of porn that will even go in depth of half of the stuff I would do to that man if he was real (with consent, of course, very important y’all)!

I need to make a fic so bad. I need to write a cute, fluffy series of Andrew and reader raising their kids together. WATCH ME DO IT ONE DAY, MARK MY WORDS PEOPLE, I have a LOT AND LOT of ideas for you guys to vote on once I finish Heart on the Market (I hope it’s one of the fluff ideas because honestly I need it 😭).

OH, but smut? Trust me, I’ll be writing more of that in my latest series for Heart on the Market, I PROMISE, literally writing smut for it as I type this.

JOIN ME. People who write for Andrew or want to, DO IT PLEASE! I AM RESORTING TO AI BOTS, THAT IS HOW DESPERATE I AM! The genre for Andrew x Reader is so nonexistent, HELP JOIN ME IN MY QUEST TO SIMP AND WRITE FOR HIM!

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Episode 3: Decay route part one (spoilers obviously)

I feel cheated of the new TCOAAL episode

This features opinions that you may or may not agree with or care about. It also contains spoilers for episode 3 (Decay part 1) for the Coffin of Andy and Leyley. This is my honest opinions and what I interpreted.

I honestly didn't like it. I understand that it's been about a year since the last tcoaal episode, and I know that creator (or author)'s work/writing changes over time, but honestly it felt a bit... forced? I know that TCOAAL has a new developer (Kit9 Studio) and it might be their contribution that makes it feel different too. I know that Nemelei provides art, but as for the writing, I'm not sure how much she does it...

Let's start off with my baby, Andrew Graves! As my stars know, I am a huge simp for Andrew, but I'm really going to put aside my bias and try to look at him for as he is, although my judgment will obviously be altered no matter what; basic psychology y'all, your thought of Andrew is different from my thought of Andrew, same goes with Ashley.

First, this episode really does make Andrew seem a victim, especially with how bratty and annoying Ashley was this specific chapter, but really, Andrew is no victim as we all should know. it felt forced to see Andrew as a victim, having everyone turn their back against him, even Ashley who "loves" him. (Spoiler, she loves submissive Andy, not stubborn Andrew, though he has the spine of a gummy worm and ends up faltering to her).

I was pretty sick and tired of seeing basically everyone like Renee and Mr. Graves and Ashley be blamed for how Andrew turned out. All the other characters seemed to have upped their annoyingness, Renee felt like a total character change honestly. Even the dad felt unorthodox. I know that it's them in the past, but I had to step back multiple times.

I mean, fuck man, even in Ashley's vision or dream, whatever, there was doors of "knowledge" where I can only assume she was hearing Andrew being chewed out as per the "you can't even watch over your sister?" part. It's just trying so hard to make it seem like his downfall was everyone else's fault except him, but NEVER blame others for your misfortune, because you have the opportunity to change and you don't. Such as Andrew getting out of the chains but going back to the apartment to Ashley, he had an opportunity, he just didn't take it. Andrew is NOT a victim, he has made bad choices and is a bad person just like Ashley and Renee and Mr. Graves.

The demon described Andrew as a Grime Soul, while Ashley is a tar soul. Ashley's description is worse, as something, thick, pitch-black, and suffocating; while Andrew is just simple grime that can be washed away with a little bit of elbow grease, but he appears to become a "tar-to-be" soul later on, which is honestly impressive considering how sucky his life was for the last 22 years he's lived and he's just recently now recently a "tar-to-be" soul, if he kills someone that is, but he's still a Grime soul? This even shows that after all the horrendous deeds he's done, even without Ashley such as killing a child, he is still a Grime Soul? What?? That's stupid, that's just plot armor, that is literally just trying to justify Andrew and it shouldn't, not in a psychological game like this.

After Andrew killed Ashley in one of the decisions to make, he decides he wants to die too. THAT is the psychological aspect I like, him just giving up on life because he was practically conditioned at a young age from his parents to care for Ashley, live for Ashley. It's sad too, seeing as when he gives up on Ashley, he gives up on himself; but it makes sense considering realistically he'd go to jail and be lonely and--- let's just keep it to the psychological aspects, this whole game had major plot holes and character plot armor and I really don't want to go into it. NO I will, because there was god awfully a lot of plot convenience. Like I said earlier, everything felt forced. From the damn gas station being right next to a family of three? To the police there for the kid to run to? To just out of all the human realm to end back up in, you're in your shitty home town in a apartment for goodness sake (I know it's because of the cultist, but there are cultists all over the world, bitch please).

After he killed Ashley, he really seemed like a broken man. He had no hesitance killing her. He had no hesitanation killing himself as the reality sunk into him that he did what he did, and he had no regrets either, unlike Ashley.

Andrew giving himself up for Ashley throughout his life, suffering over and over again because of her. Wrong parenting btw, punishing the oldest for something the youngest did, Renee should take parenting classes or Childhood Education or psychology; anything really would be better than what she is doing.

Andrew was in college and he did try to escape Ashley, but for some ungod reason he came back (which why did he come back if he was trying to escape Ashley and his family?) and the quarantine (organ-harvesitng ring) took effect, which btw, why aren't the people who did that in jail? I mean, realistically, holding people hostage like that is false imprisonment and a crime, along with the "nurses" drawing blood for their blood types later on which is wrongfully identifying as a medical personnel, and starving them and--- AGAIN, PLOT HOLES.

I don't know if this was Nemelei's writing or the writing of the new developers, but having Andrew look at every possibility to escape Ashley is just MWAH. Like, he wants to leave, but he wants her to be safe (like when he was debating impersonating as Carl and leaving Ashley with the demon so he could be free from, her JUST UGH, I like that part).

I need to hug Andrew so bad after this episode (the scene of Andrew getting drunk and kissing Ashley made me mad, IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME, but glad he came to his senses, semi-came-to-his-senses...). Please notice how every time (err, most of the time) he has sexual innuendoes or fucks her is because he or she is drunk. Everybody, please also realize that if someone is drunk, it doesn't matter, because you legally cannot consent when drunk due to it impairing the cerebellum and hippocampus, both used in thought-processing, muscle movement, and speech. YOU CANNOT CONSENT WHEN DRUNK, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF A DRUNK PERSON SAY IT'S OKAY! Notice how he immediately regretted it after? This is why drunk people cannot consent. Out of everything to take out of the game, please understand that those under the influence, whether it is alcohol or drugs, THEY CANNOT CONSENT. Don't be a rapist y'all, because fucking an impaired person, even if they say they want it, is the easiest way to end up on the sex-offender list.

Oh, and the last 30 minutes where Andrew was just suddenly horny and shit and needed a fix? That was so unbearably forced and you literally can’t tell me otherwise. Out of the six hours of gameplay that chapter had, it just suddenly popped up all in your face in the last 30 minutes. It felt like a poor write-in to appease many sick perverts because unfortunately this game isn’t fiction to some people, they genuinely have the “any hole is a goal” mindset, which btw, rapists and necrophilliacs and pedophiles have the same mindset, so just let that sink in. I’m tired of having to support others mental illnesses because we should NOT be doing that (coming from someone with diagnosed illnesses from multiple medical professionals). I’m tired of liking things just to find the people in them repulsive. I don’t like Nemelei, but I like her work. I believe in not liking someone but at least respecting their hardwork and dedication; however, TCOAAL has unknowingly (or god forbid, knowingly) created a safe space for the scum of humans to mingle and connect with one another because Nemelei has egged and implied to support incestous acts and such thanks to this post:

She was egging the internet (and we know how scary the internet is), so of course they were going to pull an Internet and try to dox her. This is why you need to specify your motives and explain how you don’t fucking support crimes and immoral acts; once you allow one to slip under the radar, you allow all to. Make your boundaries clear, watch the fandom you created and monitor it, don’t let harmful bacteria grow into something more than an infection. But like, 80% of the fandom is pro-shipping. Like, “yay, go Andrew! Kiss the oversized sperm that shot out from your father’s cock and through the womb and vagina of your own mother, go Andrew 🥰🥰” (I say with 1000% sarcasm).

I need to stop my rant. Let’s get back to the more cheery stuff. Alas, I don't want to fix him. Give me him with all his problems. I can guarantee that some homecooked food (that has no human) and some damn cuddles in a soft bed is all he literally needs to be fixed (so long as Ashley is gone, because ngl I could see why he was so fed up with her, especially in this chapter).

ANYWAYS, enough of me ranting…

(Why is she kinda pretty like this...? AYO? TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE)

I honestly don't have much to say for Ashley or any of the other characters considering this episode focused pretty heavily on Andrew, but I'll try my best.

Okay, so we all know of Ashley's abandonment problem. Even though in the demon-in-between realm Ashley refused to kill Andrew because of the vision, but secretly I think it's because she doesn't want to be alone (as everyone knows). Visions aren't 100% accurate in TCOAAL, you're able to change them if you choose the correct answer, such as killing the hitman instead of the hitman killing them?

The demon is honestly ridiculous, plot armor at its finest. I mean, demons would never entertain humans, especially with how much bullshit and demands Ashley gives the demon. A real demon would've just killed her and find someone else to make a contract with, because cults are such a rage in modern-media (oooh, satanic goth mommies with big tits and shit, yeah okay, we get it everyone. Get it, cause sex funny? Grow up).

Demons are tricksters, there isn't no negotiating with a demon unless they gain something. So it felt completely out of character having Ashley argue and bribe with a demon when a demon would slash her head off clean just for a little lip, but go plot-armor!

Not only that, but anyone notice how much more annoying Ashley was this chapter? How many fights she instigated with Andrew to where Andrew constantly was hitting her? Andrew never hit her in the other chapters, so what the fuck?! But okay, anything to keep the plot moving I guess... (I say sarcastically). But seriously, Renee really should have been punishing Ashley for her shit instead of Andrew, because if I was her mother, I would’ve whooped some sense into her (no guys, hitting your kids isn’t fucking child abuse so long as there is no bruises, it’s called discipline, don’t even talk with me about child abuse, trust me I know it).

Love how all the theories of Ashley being afraid of abandonment and viewing sex as transactional to make Andrew stay with her was true, because I agreed with it too. Ashley doesn't care about Andrew, she wants what she wants, and she didn't want to be alone, she wanted Andy who would listen to her and do what she wanted; not what he wanted.

Oh, you must think I’m forgetting something right, NO! Ashley raping Andrew? NAH FAM! I REMEMBER! It doesn’t matter what you think, a woman can rape a man too. Ashley did it cause she was under the impression that Andrew needed sex, and even though she didn’t feel any arousal and neither did he, she practically raped him to try and keep him with her. Please remember y’all, if they say no, IT’S A NO, and if they say yes but their body language says otherwise, they might feel pressured and it’ll be A NO. Just cause someone says yes doesn’t mean they consent, and if you think that’s dumb or can’t understand why, go on YouTube and watch those consent videos we had to watch during Freshmen year in high school. You may be wondering why I say she raped him; it’s because he was drunk, and drunk people cannot consent (as I said before)!

I was pretty sick of her this chapter (as I've said plenty of times). This wasn't my Ashley. They messed up her character. We're like what, 16 hours into this game and she's suddenly a different character? #NotMyAshley. No, actually. #NotMyTCOAAL.

Fuck this new chapter.

(I need her)

I just wanted to say, the snippet of Julia sounding cheerier in her voicemail pierced by heart, cause she's happier without Andrew neglecting her for Ashley and Ashley not yelling at her and threatening to murder her. YES JULIA, you go queen, you deserve better. Do what no TCOAAL fan can do and fix your mental health!

Julia getting help and a therapist is exactly what the Graves siblings' need. And fucking no, not couple's therapy, they need psychiatrists and therapists separately, stfu pro-shippers (this isn't a pro-ship blog, as are the other like 3 TCOAAL fans are on Tumblr. Sorry, block me if you don't agree because I block pro-shippers too, I don't got time for these games or arguments).

I don't have much for her because it was only like 5 minutes of her, but I'm happy to see her doing well!

The SHOT-AND-SUCH ending seemed like a bad ending honestly, as seen with them both sad, Andrew beating Ashley, Ashely fighting with Andrew and constantly threatening his life with the gun

I hope that there's an ending where they split ways and end up happy, because they both need to grow up and grow as individuals, not as a pair; but I honestly don't see it... I think this might've been our happy ending as much as I hate to say it, because I don't think there's going to be an ending where they're both happy; only one happy while the other is dead, and I honestly don't know who it'd be because Ashley won't kill Andrew, and Andrew will kill himself after killing Ashley...

There you have it, my raw, unfiltered opinion. I kept my incest views out of this, as I don't support pro-ship or incest, but I have a whole essay on why if you want to bother reading that: https://www.tumblr.com/stellar-constellations/769245017223069696/nemleis-december-2024-devlog?source=share

Oh, and I'm an Andrew x Reader blog too. If you're interested in reading my long and continuing masterlist of Andrew, click this! https://www.tumblr.com/stellar-constellations/743073859210706944/andrew-graves-masterlist?source=share

I had a bet with my friends that Andrew was an English degree, and I KNEW IT! I KNEW MY BABY WAS ONE!

Yeah, this chapter sucked. Not looking forward to the next one honestly...

Please remember, this is my opinion. Just because I think something sucks, doesn't mean it actually is bad, it's just not what I enjoy or my cup of tea is all.

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SPOILERS

ME PLEASE, DEAR GOD ME

Sorry not sorry.

I need him carnally.

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Stay tuned tonight to hear me talk about the new TCOAAL episode, because spoilers on my opinion: It's not good and I'll go in further depth later.

I'll split all my opinions on the characters and what I believe went wrong in this episode.

This will make you guys love me or hate me, and I don’t care what you’ll think of me because it’s my opinion and my perspective of what I thought.

Update: Me coming in with my unfiltered opinion about to have everyone blazing me (good thing there’s a block button).

here’s the link to read it: https://www.tumblr.com/stellar-constellations/780148203696832512/episode-3-decay-route-part-one-spoilers?source=share

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no but seriously, do you got any headcanons for a yandere andrew x Julia!reader (that is a medical student), after their break up??? like imagine reader somehow finding out the amount of crimes that man has committed, at the end,Julia!reader gets corrupted by all the scenario,like to the point she lost all the innocence she got at one point, tbh, I don't know how the scenario would go?

( kinda glad nemlei confirmed he got big dick and that he is basically dominant in bed,she is doing a good service to the nation)

Sorry girl, but I don’t do other characters x character or oc x reader. There’s enough of that as it is, only like three people do Andrew x reader (that, and I’m a jealous bastard 💀).

I also don’t do requests or headcannons, there’s just too much for them and I want to focus on my writing series’ and my IRL work and such.

I have requests dating back to March 2024, but I don’t accept requests anymore. I see them and I do sometimes incorporate them into writing, but I’m more focused on my own work.

I do have a whole series for a medical worker reader that is a pediatric nurse though. The closest thing you’ll get to your ask; Star Patient.

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anon from previous ask, yeah tbh, I am this delusional, that I kin Julia because 1) relate to her, 2) I want him to fuck me, in the most insane way possible.

like I'm not kidding,I go requesting Yandere Andrew x Julia! Reader because "oh she's literally me,being an oc or reader isn't enough,I need to be with him,I need to be a canon character" and "let's pretend he loves Julia". Being delusional is a game and I'm winning 100%

Yeah, except he doesn’t love Julia 😭. I’m pretty sure he dated her to either A. Try to get over Ashley. Or B. Stop the rumors of him and Ashley.

But let’s be delusional.

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girlie,decay Andrew is really something ,It feel kinda occ but then again,nemlei feeds us yandere Andrew but at what cost?

What cost if Andrew doesn't love us?

Nah, 'cause I agree. I don't know about any of y'all, but I get mad jealous of Ashley. Like I'm over here getting jealous of a fictional character 💀!

I constantly live in my delusions and ignore Andrew's real personality to Ashley. I love Ashley, but I envy her too (it physically stabs my heart).

Consider me Olivia Rodrigo because Jealousy, Jealousy