Glass Hurts (Pt. 2)

🖤Glass Hurts (Pt. 2)❤️

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Synopsis: Drew gets a call from Liam, who confronts him about what happened between him and Jake.

A/N: Part Two! Drew finally gets a break. Also this is like my first time writing Liam-

Contains Swearing, and Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts.

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Drew opened his eyes when he heard his phone buzz, and slowly, he lifted his head. When did he fall asleep?

He looked around, and found himself curled up on the floor, with broken glass scattered nearby.

…He’d have to clean that up at some point.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket, only to see it was Liam who was calling him. He declined it a moment later, and returned to his lock screen.

It’s almost 11:00pm… Why’s Liam even awake right now?

Drew rubbed at his swollen eyes, and as he picked himself off the ground, he felt his phone buzz again. It was Liam, again. Drew declined it.

As he sat down in his bed, he noticed Liam had messaged him.

Liam: Drew answer ur phone ik ur not busy rn

Liam: And ik ur ass wasnt asleep either

Drew: I don’t want to talk rn

Liam: Please

Liam: Im gonna spam u if you dont answr me

Drew: Kys

Liam called him a third time, and with a heavy groan, Drew answered.

“What the hell do you want, Liam?” Drew asked, his voice a bit raspy.

“Finally. Christ, Drew-”

“Can you answer my fucking question? Or are you just here to waste my time?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What’s oh so important to you right now that I’m distracting you from?” Drew took a moment to respond.

“Sleeping.”

“You were not sleeping.”

“Yeah, I was. Until you woke me up.”

“Fine. But I’ll bet, like, 10 bucks your ass was not in bed.”

…

“That doesn’t matter-”

“God-”

“If this is all you’re gonna talk about, I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait-” Drew could hear Liam sigh on the other end of the phone. “I just… wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“You know what.” Drew thought for a moment, but before he could make a guess, Liam answered for him. “What happened last Friday.”

Drew felt the lump in his throat return when he heard those words.

“What about it?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Liam didn’t need to know how it was affecting him.

“Look, Henry and I both know you’re not doing okay-”

“I’m fine, Liam.”

“Why didn’t you tell us that over this weekend? When we kept asking you if you were okay?”

“I was busy-”

“You weren’t busy, Drew. I know you weren’t.”

“You don’t know shit, Liam.”

“I know you.” Liam countered. “And I know that you’d never be too busy to text back.” Drew didn’t have a response, and he could hear Liam sigh again.

“Look, I know you’re not doing okay. And… that’s okay. I just… if you want to talk about it, I’m here-”

“I told you I’m fine!” Drew snapped, his voice cracking on his words. “There’s nothing for me to talk about.” Liam didn’t say anything, and Drew continued. “I don’t care that he lied to us. I didn’t need him. We didn’t need him.”

“…Are you crying?” Drew felt his cheek.

…Dammit.

“Fuck you, Liam! I’m not crying!”

“It’s okay to-”

“No, it’s not!” Drew shouted, using his hand to wipe his tears. How did he even still have tears to cry at this point?

“I’m not supposed to be crying! He sure as hell isn’t right now, so why should-” A sob cut him off before he could finish, and the tears were falling fast once more. Liam didn’t comment on it.

“God, I’m such an idiot, Liam! He lied to us for three years, and I was too blind to realize! I really thought he cared about me…” Drew sniffed, resting his palm against his forehead. “But the only thing he ever cared about was himself. He lied to all of us!”

…

“And now, he’s off living his best life with those fucking freaks while I’m just…” He trailed off, wiping at his eyes. “Am I just supposed to accept this?!”

The words began spilling out before he could think them through. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d regret this, but at that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I don’t know why this keeps happening to me, Liam! First I find out my girlfriend been cheating, then I find out my…” He paused, his breath hitching. “Then I find out he never gave a damn about me…” He finished. “What am I doing wrong, Liam?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong-”

“Then why does this keep happening?! I thought I did everything right! I-I did do everything right! Why wasn’t it enough? Why am I just never enough for anyone?! Why can’t anyone just stay for once?!”

Liam said something. Something Drew failed to register.

“Probably be better if I was just dead, huh? Wouldn’t have to deal with all this bullshit if I was…” He could feel his stomach turn as the words left his mouth. That sounded a lot worse than it did in his head. “God, I sound so-”

“I’m coming over.”

Drew paused, and from the other end of the call, he could hear Liam’s door creak.

“…What?”

“I’m coming over. I don’t care what you say.”

“Liam, you can’t just-!”

“Drew, I’m already outside. I’m coming over.”

“Liam, I swear to-” He could hear a car door open, followed by the sound of an old engine turning on. “Are you stealing your mom’s car again?”

“Yep.”

“What the fuck?”

“I’m not leaving you alone like this, Drew. I’d be a shit friend if I did.”

“God, Liam. I’m fine-”

“I’m already driving.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“I know. I’ll be there in like… 15-ish minutes.”

“Liam-”

Liam hung up, and Drew sighed, an odd feeling forming in his stomach as he rolled onto his back, staring at his ceiling.

What the hell was wrong with that man?

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Sure enough, after 15 minutes, Drew heard his doorbell ring, and he managed to drag himself out of bed to answer the door. As expected, Liam stood on the other side. He was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and despite his eyes looking a little heavy, he still had a dumb grin plastered on his face.

“Hey bitch-” Liam paused when he noticed Drew’s hand, his smile fading almost immediately. “Holy shit! What the hell did you do to your hand?!” Drew glanced down at it, finally remembering the shards of glass still stuck in his knuckle.

“Oh… that. I broke a mirror.”

“How did you-“ Liam paused, realizing the answer to his own question. “Uhm… okay. Do you have, like, a first-aid kit or something?”

Drew’s heart nearly stopped for a moment, an old memory drifting to mind:

“I’m helping you. Now where’s your first-aid kit?”

“…Downstairs bathroom. The left one.” Drew responded, taking a breath to ground himself. Liam nodded, and took hold his sleeve before practically dragging him off to that very room, sitting him down on the rim of the tub.

“Why are you so obsessed with helping me?” Drew had asked, and a pair of caramel eyes had turned to face him. Soft lips curved into a gentle smile, before uttering a simple phase:

“Because you’re my best friend, and that’s what best friends do.”

Liam flicked on the lights, which caught Drew off guard. He squinted, then blinked a few times until his eyes adjusted.

He noticed Liam open the cabinets under the sink, pulling out the first-aid kit a moment later. He set it on the counter, opening it up and staring at the contents.

“Okay. So I’ve never actually done anything like this before. But, I’ve played Operation, like, twice? So I’m basically an expert.” Drew could feel a small hint of a smile appear on his face, but it was gone less than a moment later.

“Worst case scenario, you kill me.” Drew mumbled, and Liam frowned before directing his attention to the first-aid kit, pulling out a pair of tweezers.

“I’ll try not to. Just… hold your hand still, okay?” Drew nodded, and Liam knelt down beside him, taking Drew’s injured hand in his. He let out a small breath, and after a moment of hesitation, he began picking out the glass from his palm.

Drew wasn’t sure if he should be concerned by how little it stung. His hand only twitched occasionally when Liam had to pry the larger shards out. But before he knew it, Liam was done.

“There. Now… uh… I think I need to get the blood off…” Liam trailed off as he turned back to the kit, setting the tweezers down and pulling out a small cloth. He turned on the water faucet, and ran it underneath for a few seconds before ringing it out and returning to Drew’s side. And without a word, he began cleaning the dried blood from Drew’s hand.

Drew watched him as he did so, and seeing Liam in such a focused state felt… almost out of character for him. Drew was so used to seeing him and Henry goofing off together during class.

…And his mind began to wander, reflecting on the bond Liam and Henry shared. They’d been through so much together, yet always had one another to fall back to.

…Drew couldn’t say the same for himself anymore.

Liam glanced up at him once he’d finished, and their eyes met for a moment before Drew turned his gaze away. Liam didn’t comment on it, and instead grabbed a few bandages from the kit, wrapping each one carefully around his fingers.

“Alright. Your medical bill’s gonna be… about 20-K.” Liam joked once he’d finished, and Drew rolled his eyes.

“You realize that’s basically nothing to me, right?”

“Okay, then 2,000-K.” Liam countered.

“2,000-thousand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a fucking idiot-”

“That's really how you’re gonna talk to your doctor?” Liam asked, extending a hand towards him. Drew took it, and Liam helped him to his feet. “Come on. Let’s go back upstairs.”

Drew gave a small nod in response, and followed Liam back to his bedroom, his gaze lowering to the ground as they entered. He knew Liam would notice the mirror, and Drew was not in the mood to acknowledge it.

“Yikes.” Liam whispered, and Drew broke away from him, sitting down on his bed.

“How long were you gonna stay for?” He asked, switching the subject before Liam could ask further about the mirror.

“Uhh… to be honest, I didn’t really think about that.” Drew rolled his eyes.

“Of course you didn’t.” He mumbled, too quiet for Liam to hear.

“I guess I can stay for however long you want me to.”

“I don’t really care.” He said, laying down on his back. After a moment, Liam joined him.

“Then… Can I stay the night?” He asked.

“Won’t you get grounded?”

“Not if I get back before they notice.”

“Fine, whatever. Your grave, not mine.” Liam smiled, and Drew rolled over to face him.

And although he’d never admit it, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for Liam’s presence.

It was nice… not being alone for once.

…He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing when he shifted himself closer. He didn’t know why he decided to rest his head on Liam’s shoulder, but at this point, he was far too drained to question it.

He could feel Liam’s arms slide around his torso, pulling him against his chest. Drew let out a hum of surprise, his body tensing for a moment before he practically melted into Liam’s embrace.

And for the first time that day, Jake was no longer on his mind.

Right now, it was just him and Liam.

And Liam wasn’t going to leave him…

Slowly, Drew’s eyes began to close, and eventually, he fell asleep to the sound of Liam’s heart.

🖤

His gradual emotional decline throughout the series hasn’t left my brain since the release of Episode 11.

💚Zoey + Maria Canon: Zoey is a total bitch who treats her friends poorly. Maria mildly tolerates her.

🩷Zoey + Maria TO ME: Bickering is their love language. Maria's the only girl Zoey doesn't view as incompetent or annoying or beneath her. They're best friends. Maria's absolutely smitten for Zoey. And Zoey would be the same if Maria wasn't a girl. Zoey's never once considered them as anything more than best friends. Maria thinks about Zoey constantly. The two snuck a few drinks one time during a sleepover, kissed, and refused to unpack it the next day.

🩷ANYWAYS ZOEY/MARIA HEADCANONS!💚

💚Zoey spends about half an hour on just her makeup every morning, and consistently touches it up throughout the day.

🩷Maria hates when people call her emo.

💚Zoey often helps Maria with her makeup.

🩷Maria meanwhile loves straightening and styling Zoey’s hair. (And Maria’s own hair is definitely suffering from burn damage from how much she straightens it.)

💚Zoey is always inviting Maria over for sleepovers.

🩷Maria and Zoey share clothes all the time as well.

💚Zoey’s incredibly two-faced. She acts sweet with everyone, but has a habit of back-talking almost everyone she encounters.

🩷Maria, meanwhile, is much more laid-back. She won’t say anything herself, but she has no problem listening to Zoey complain about everyone.

💚Zoey knows almost everyone in the school, and keeps note of everyone’s gossip.

🩷Maria’s gotten very good at listening to Zoey ramble on and on about all of her problems. She doesn’t talk about much of her own, though.

💚Pretty much the only people Zoey genuinely tolerates is Maria and Lia. Everyone else she finds mildly annoying at best.

🩷Maria was very jealous of how close Lia and Zoey got. (In a perfectly normal and hetero way of course.)

💚Both Zoey and Maria are known for always having a stash of gum on them. (Zoey prefers mint gum, Maria likes bubble gum.)

🩷Maria almost always has iced coffee in the mornings.

💚Zoey’s always stealing Maria’s food and drinks.

🩷Maria and Zoey go shopping together and helps her plan outfits.

💚Zoey definitely tried out for the cheer team at one point, failed to make it in and cried.

🩷Maria has been Zoey’s shoulder to cry on countless times.

💚The two can argue for hours about their ships in shows. (And Zoey won’t shut up until Maria admits she’s correct.)

🩷Maria’s always finding new shows for the two to watch.

💚Zoey showers Maria with compliments. (And may or may not have platonically kissed Maria’s cheek several times.)

🩷Maria has a very good poker face. (For no reason in particular.)

💚Extremely fruity with Maria, but means absolutely nothing by it.

🩷And Maria is absolutely down BAD for Zoey. (And was SUPER jealous of Drew lol.)

(I know these two will never be canon but please just hear me out they’d be so cute I love them I love me some sapphic relationships.)

🖤Glass Hurts❤️

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Synopsis: Drew first day of school after losing Jake.

A/N: This is probably the longest fic I’ve written, so I’m dividing it into 2 parts. Have fun watching Drew self-destruct.

Contains Swearing, Panic Attacks, Very Slight S-H

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Drew woke up to the sound of his alarm with possibly the worst headache of his life. His eyes felt heavy, and it took almost all his energy to roll over and check the time.

7:00am. 49 unanswered messages. 6 missed calls.

Drew hit snooze on his alarm. School didn’t start until 8:30 anyways. A few more minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt.

…

He didn’t wake up for almost another hour, sleeping straight through the second alarm.

So much for a few minutes…

He rolled himself out of bed, and knowing he only had about ten minutes, he decided to just do the bare minimum.

He threw on his black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, before making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He kept his gaze fixated on the sink as he did so. He didn’t want to see himself in the mirror. He knew what he looked like.

He hadn’t once bothered to brush his hair over the weekend. He was barely able to sleep or eat. And he’d spent that whole weekend in front of his PC, keeping himself distracted so he wouldn’t dwell on… what had happened that Friday.

He hadn’t once checked his reflection. He saw no need to.

Once he’d finished, he made his way downstairs, grabbing an energy drink before heading off to school.

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Drew was barely able to make it to school on time, only having a minute or so to stop by his locker.

He kept his gaze fixated on the ground as he made his way over, the sounds of conversations nothing more than a dull buzz in his mind. His headache had only gotten worse.

“Drew! You’re alive!” Drew glanced up when he heard Henry’s voice, and noticed him standing with Liam beside their lockers. The shorter man ran over to him.

“You scared us, Drew! We thought something happened!”

“The fuck are you talking about, Henry?” He asked, shrugging past him to reach his locker.

“You- you didn’t answer either of us at all this weekend.”

“I was busy.” Drew said, but it was clear Henry didn’t buy it. He was about to say something, but the sound of the schoolbell cut him off. And without another word, Drew left for class.

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And the minute Drew entered his first period, a grave realization washed over him.

…Jake assigned seat was still right next to his.

Drew glanced away before Jake had a chance to notice him, and made his way over to their shared desk, sitting down as far away as he could while still having some room on the desk.

He couldn’t tell if Jake was staring at him or not. He couldn’t bring himself to look. He didn’t want to look.

He didn’t let himself think about it. He tuned out the lesson. Tuned out the voices. Tuned out everything he could.

Because he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself together if he allowed himself back into reality…

…

Drew remained unfocused for the first three periods of school. Because all those periods were ones he shared with Jake.

And despite trying to keep his gaze on the desk, every so often, he’d glance up at the blonde, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on through his mind.

Compared to how Drew must’ve looked, Jake looked… nice. His hair still looked soft, his eyes awake and his outfit well-planned. There wasn’t a single sign of stress Drew could identify.

…But why would there be? Jake never cared about him. He’d only ever used him to keep himself safe.

…It wasn’t fair.

…

Finally, lunch came around, and Drew sank into his usual seat. He couldn’t bring himself to order anything. But as he scanned the lunchroom, waiting for Henry and Liam to arrive, he noticed Jake, walking with Hailey by his side.

The two were laughing together. Talking about something Drew couldn’t quite distinguish.

They were gone a moment later, but the damage had already been done.

Drew felt something twist inside his chest. Seeing Jake smile so easily without him…

Why did he still care? Jake sure as hell didn’t, so-

Drew left the table before Liam and Henry even had a chance to arrive. Who gives a fuck about what those two think anyways?

Besides, it wasn’t as if he was going to eat anything.

Drew locked himself in a bathroom stall for the remainder of that period.

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Drew had never felt more relieved to hear a school bell in his life. His 7th period was finally over. He could finally go home.

He didn’t have to keep trying anymore…

Drew was the first to storm out of the classroom, stopping by his locker for only a brief moment to throw his folders inside. He slammed it closed, not even bothering to wait for Liam and Henry before leaving. He just wanted to get the hell out of there. He was sick of seeing-

“Drew?” Drew stopped almost immediately. He recognized that voice all too well.

And Drew made possibly the worst mistake of his life.

He looked up.

Caramel eyes met his own. And they were just as warm as ever.

Drew hated how desperately he wanted to lose himself in them.

He could already feel tears burning behind his eyes as Jake looked at him.

“The hell are you looking at, freak?” The words left his mouth without thinking, almost on instinct, and before Jake could respond, Drew shoved past him, leaving him behind in that hallway.

Drew swallowed, and he kept his gaze low. The words he’d said ringing loudly in his head. Years of memories, reduced to ash.

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Drew swung the door to his house open, and was immediately greeted by the sound of silence. After a heavy sigh, Drew entered, kicking off his shoes before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He sunk to the floor beside his bed, pressing his back against his mattress as he buried his face in his hands.

It was all over…

…

Drew thought for a moment, lifting his head slightly when a realization clicked in his head.

This was his life now… This was how everyday onward was going to go.

Everyday, he’d have to see Jake, and everyday, he’d have to hear his voice. Everyday, he’d have to witness him smile, laugh, and live his life as if nothing had happened.

Because he’d gotten everything he wanted, and took everything Drew had left.

The tears burned behind Drew’s eyes again, and he wrapped his arms around himself, bringing his knees up to his chest.

Everyday, Jake’s words and lies would echo in his mind. Everyday, he’d relive those memories formed on that fateful day.

And everyday, he’d witness that filthy liar thrive.

…

Drew allowed the first tear to slip from his eye, followed by another, then a few more.

Why did Jake lie to him for so long? Was there some sort of sadistic pleasure Jake got out of this? Did he find amusement in Drew’s suffering? Did he enjoy watching the life fade from his eyes as he tore Drew’s heart from his chest?

He really led Drew to believe he was doing everything right…

The tears began to fall faster, rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto his jeans. Despite his best attempts to wipe them away, they just wouldn’t stop.

Drew knew he shouldn’t be crying. There was no point in wasting tears on someone who never cared. So why couldn’t he calm himself down?

He wrapped his hands around his head, curling into himself further, trying to hide himself from…

…He didn’t know anymore.

He felt so pathetic. So weak. And so unbelievably stupid. He got used twice now…

He lifted his head, trying to keep the tears from escaping as he choked back a sob.

But his efforts were useless, much like he was…

And he began to wonder what he could’ve done to deserve this. To deserve any of this… He knew wasn’t perfect, but did he really deserve a life of constant loneliness? Did he deserve to lose everything the moment he finally got comfortable?

But if his own parents couldn’t even be bothered to stick around, what made him think anyone else would be willing to?

…

His breath caught in his throat, and his hand grazed his neck, a heavy lump lodged in his throat.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe.

He pulled himself from the floor, hands grabbing at his hair, his hoodie, anything he could reach. His heart was pounding in his ears, vision blurred with hot tears.

His thoughts were racing, messy and conflicted. They crowded his mind. He couldn’t make sense of any of them.

His body was moving before his mind could process, pacing his room and covering his mouth with his hand, desperately trying to get himself to stop.

He needed something. Something that wasn’t darkness, or silence, or his racing heart and shaking breaths. He needed a sound, a feeling, a distraction. Anything.

Nails dug into his arms, scratching at exposed skin. Yet Drew could barely realize what was happening.

Another sob tore from his throat, leaving him coughing and gasping for air.

And he looked up, only to find his mirror facing towards him. And he was met with the reflection of… someone he could barely recognize.

Someone with messy hair, and hot tears streaming down reddened cheeks.

Someone who was lonely, and desperate for someone to stay.

Someone who was broken, and tired of everything…

Someone Drew despised with every fiber of his being.

Without thinking, Drew slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it with a deafening crack. Shards of glass scattered to the floor, and the figure once standing there became fragmented.

Drew didn’t even realize his hand had begun to bleed. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the broken mirror.

Drew fell to his knees, burying his face in his palms, and giving up entirely on pulling himself together.

Who would it be for, anyways?

“…Drew was screaming again, but Jake’s expression didn’t change. He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them before resting a hand against Drew’s cheek.”

This piece is actually a redraw of a piece I made almost a year ago, just before I started this Tumblr. It’s also a scene from the next fanfic I have in store, which is probably one of my favorites so I’m really excited to share it!

Anyways heres the before and after:

(Sorry for all the fanfic-related content I’ve been producing recently. I’m not really sure if that’s what a majority of people are interested in, but I’m just really proud of where my writing is, and it’s something I want to share. Also I want to see how much I can get right about TMF S2 before it releases lol. I have a few more fic-related posts, but I promise I get back to posting more art and headcanons too. And I also gotta few things in store for pride month, I just need more time on them.)

What kinda girl would do such a thing???😒

just made out with this girl now she’s making tmf fanart… 😔