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Andy sighed to himself as he propped his fat ass on the couch. Withdrawing a cigarette, the young man took a long draw of it to ease his nerves and perhaps make the transitioning of his "dear" sister into rippling fat easier on his body. After all, she was rounding out his hips with padding perfectly like the good meal she was.
As he went to take another puff, Andy jolted from a sudden burst of pain. He swore under his breath and grit his teeth together. Ashley, or whatever was left of her, was putting up a bit of a fight. His digestive organ growled as it relentlessly churned and kneaded into the soupy mess to further break it down and absorb the nutrients.
Her bones ground on each other as they splintered. Andy poked a crude bulge of one Ashley's bones. Whether it was her femur or pelvis, he was unsure... not that he cared. He hissed in pain at the sharpness of the bone before smoking his cigarette again.
"You just have to be a pain in the ass even when you're dead, don't you?"
Hey, can we have a Yan!Andrew Graves with Reader?
genre: sfw, headcanons + fic
characters: yandere!andrew graves x reader
warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, obsession, possessive andrew
a/n: i don't normally write yandere characters so this was a bit of a challenge. hope this suits your request and enjoyed reading!
He's so obsessed with you but he's subtle with it—more like whatever stupid thing he does, he'll make sure you don't see it.
When he loves you, he'll make sure to keep you happy just so you will always come to him whenever something happens. He'll open a bottle cap for you without being told, he'll wipe your mouth with his fingers if it's messy—totally not putting them in his mouth afterwards. He'll open the door for you, let you cry on his shoulder, gives you hugs when you need it. Every subtle thing to manipulate you into coming back to him when you need support.
If someone talks to you, he'll be right behind you with arms wrapped around your waist while glaring daggers at the other person.
"No, no. Continue. Don't mind me, pretend that I don't exist."
To you, his tone sounds normal but to the poor guy, it's like a cleaver skinning them alive.
If someone even looks at you without you knowing, it's gonna be hell for them. He somehow won't be afraid to kidnap that person, tie them up and threaten them with Andrew's favorite cleaver until the person is diagnosed with PTSD.
He will shamelessly go back to you with a smile on his handsome face as if nothing happened.
Andrew would kill anyone for you but if you tell him not to, he won't.
Although, he knows you would be scared if you saw him murdering people, he won't do it anyways. The last thing he wants is you running away from him.
You have no idea why people start to turn their backs on you and you would think that you've done something wrong. So, you ask Andrew for advice or if he knows anything, exactly what he planned for.
And he would smile innocently from his success and spread out his arms. You would dive into his comfy sweater without knowing the hands that are holding you are the hands that have done so many questionable and criminal acts.
"C'mere you. Aw, you poor thing! I'm sure no one hates you. Who would? They're probably out of social energy from a rough day or something. Don't you worry!"
He'll kiss your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, your lips. You would smile and he would smile into the kiss while thinking how naive you are.
He admits sometimes that he feels guilty for deceiving you but what can he do? How could he come up to you and admit to all the crimes he's done? You wouldn't look at him the same anymore, would you? Would you still love him despite knowing what he did or what he ate? He wouldn't take any risks. If he has the person he loves the most in his arms, why would he easily throw you away?
If the truth hasn't been told, he'll keep you for himself. He'll keep you forever.
You knew he acted differently than normal people. He's a little different because of his upbringing, and that's normal for kids with neglected parents growing up with a weird habit of theirs and that was just his charm, right?
Because you think it was just a charm of his, you didn't run when you had the chance to. Besides, if he was so sweet to you, so kind to you, so good to you, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?
There's a reunion dinner later tonight with your old high school mates and of course you're coming. You haven't seen your friends in a long time. You've already informed Andrew of this and for the past week he was okay with it, but why is his tone now sounded . . . different?
"You're going?" He asked from the couch. One of his legs propped up on the other and an arm over the couch. His green eyes look up and down at your fit that he knows you chose the best from your closet. You're going to meet some nobodies with that outfit? You didn't even wear something so pretty when he's around! Not that you aren't pretty. It's just you put a tiny bit less effort when going out or being with Andrew.
"I've already told you, haven't I?" You're putting on your shoes at the front door and you hear some shuffling. Your hand is at the doorknob now. "I'll be back before ten. I prom—"
The door slams shut again before you could even open a crack. You can feel him behind you. His hands on the door, caging you between him and the solid wood.
"You are not going." His voice is low, almost threatening.
You turn around to face. You do not want to have this conversation right now. You're going to be late, that is if you find a way to stir this around to go your way.
"Andrew, this is unfair. Last week, you told me I can go so why are you backing out now? Tonight of all days!"
It wasn't his intention to upset you nor ruin your night but why are they taking you away from him?
"Why are you still excited about going? Don't you remember what they've done to you? They isolated you . . . remember?"
They isolated you. Yeah, right. He was the reason behind it anyways, but poor you who loves him too never suspected your own boyfriend was the culprit.
"They . . . didn't. You said they didn't have the energy to talk," your voice was almost a whisper. You weren't even confident of your own answer. You're starting to reminisce about the old days at school. Sure, they didn't talk to you anymore, but the reunion dinner is going to be different, right?
His hand moves down to lock the door but his actions made you take a step back, hitting the door. You forgot you're kind of trapped right now with no way out unless reasoning with him first.
"You don't really have to go . . ." The same hand moves up to your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear ever so gently it's almost . . . unnervingly creepy. "Do you?"
His eyebrow raised in question.
Your heart is starting to pick up its pace. Your fingertips are running cold. You don't understand yourself why you're so nervous in front of him. I mean, you had been nervous around him but this is a different kind of nervous. It's fear. Fear of him. However, he never hurt you yet. He never raised his voice to you. He's always been nice and sweet to you. But you really can't help this weird feeling.
So you slowly tell him how you feel.
"You're scaring me."
And there it is. It hit something in him. It's the last thing he wants, but the first thing to make you listen to him.
You can see his facial expression changes from demanding to guilt.
"Love, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me!" His caging arms now freeing you while backing away a bit, most likely a tactic to show you he's innocent. "I'm just saying, wouldn't you be left out at dinner? I don't want my pretty girl coming home sad and disappointed when the past week you've been so excited about this dinner."
Andrew takes your silence to continue. "Stay here. With me."
You really want to insist on going yet you don't want to risk starting a fight. But it's unfair! You always let him win you over, now he needs to listen and let you go. Maybe a small chance could probably lead to a huge success.
"But please!" You drag the word longer, hoping he'll give in. "I haven't seen my friends for I don't how many years. It's just this once."
You seem energetic again. He takes this chance to step closer, a hand on the side of your face. His thumb brushes along your glossed lips you put on earlier, smudging it. His gaze move up from your lips to your eyes.
"I'm sorry, darling, but no means no." He said it so softly before he kissed you longingly. You somehow melt into him despite your disagreement. He's really not losing—like always.
He broke off the kiss to continue persuading you to stay. "I'm doing this for your own good. Sometimes you're too naive to be staying around them. You're too nice. I've seen it. And it hurts to watch you being used and throw you away."
You exhale a deep breath from the stress. Maybe Andrew's right. Maybe you are too naive to realize. They asked you for homework and notes, but then one day, they stopped talking to you. Maybe they really did see no use in you they've fulfilled their satisfaction.
But Andrew . . . Andrew never stopped talking to you. Andrew never threw you away. Andrew was always there through it all. Andrew never left you by yourself.
Like right now.
"Okay," you spoke softly, like a whisper, before nodding your head. "I'll stay in with you."
Good thing you were looking at the ground because now, Andrew can't hide the big smile on his face. He successfully manages to keep you by his side. His heart beats rapidly from the excitement, his skin was buzzing. He can be with you tonight. He can stay with you. Just the two of you!
He pulls you in his arms and strokes your hair. "That's my good girl. Always so obedient." He kisses the crown of your head before leading you to your bedroom so you can change to a more comfortable clothes.
He dreams of having you by his side forever but he doesn't want to go to extreme measures such as locking you in or tying you up. Maybe not just yet. Since you're so good to him and love him too, you deserve to roam around freely until you start to disobey.
He wouldn't want to do it but tonight, he was close to doing so just from how persistent you were.
my oc Salem in coaall (coffin of Andy and leyley)!!
Thank you for letting me write this scenario. I'm sorry if this isn't the best. This is my first time writing for this fandom so I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Biting, cursing, I don't know if I missed anything if I did tell me
Ashley bring home a man that looks like Andrew:
Okay to be honest… It is kinda surprising that Ashely did actually bring home another man.
So I can see Andrew kinda standing there not knowing what to do
I mean normally it's him bringing home people…
Not the other way around.
He would look at Ashley looking for an answer but when he didn’t
he then looked at the man
Glaring at him before introducing himself
Damn. The tension is definitely there.
Can see him just acting like he doesn’t care as he sits on the couch and watched tv
But he would keep his eyes on them the whole time If they went anywhere near the bedroom or tried to go in he would stop them telling them the bedroom was off limits
Dad vibes
Pretty much just wants to keep them in the living room where he is able to watch and make sure nothing can happen The tension right when Andrew saw the other male walk through the front door was very —. This had been the first time Ashley had brought over a guy. It normally was Andrew who brought people over.
Andrew couldn’t help but feel a boiling feeling in his stomach as he glared at the man from where he stood with his arms crossed.
He finally sighed and decided to see how this plays out. He then puts his hand out to shake the other man’s hand as he introduces himself, not even waiting for Ashley to introduce them or anything.
The man shook Andrew’s hand and introduced himself and even decided to say that he was Ashley’s boyfriend in his introduction. Andrew couldn’t help but squeeze the man’s hand a tiny bit tighter as he felt a feeling of upset run through him but he didn’t let that change his facial expression. He didn’t want to give Ashley the satisfaction of making him feel what she normally feels when he brings someone home.
He then pulls his hand away before going and sitting on the couch. He had kept his eyes on them as they walked around and talked but when Ashley would look over he would look away quickly.
He didn’t want Ashley to get into her head that she is making him upset and feeling these feelings since she had brought a guy over. He also couldn’t help but notice that the guy had some similar features like him.
Like they had similar hair style, hair color, eye color, and skin color. The only thing is that his body structure is different and clothing style.
As he was deep in thought he then heard the bedroom door open. His head snapped towards the room and he glared when he saw Ashley and her little boy toy going into the bedroom.
“What the hell are you guys doing, huh?” Andrew said as he crossed his arm, giving Ashley a look. Ashley stops opening the door and looking at him.
“Going into our room… Is that an issue, Andy?” Ashley said with a smirk. Andrew looks at the guy before frowning.
“Go into that room and you're going to get hurt” Andrew warned the man before going back to watch the tv. He did keep an eye on them making sure the man wouldn’t go into the room.
The man did end up not going into the room and they had just stayed at the dining room table. Talking about some random crap that he didn’t listen to.
After a few hours the guy did end up leaving. He didn’t say anything to Ashley after the guy left. He just kept watching tv but he knew that she had a shit eating grin.
He didn’t say anything even when she came over and sat down next to him smirking. He already knew what she was thinking so he decided he would stay quiet and watch the tv. Even though the show on the tv was stupid and boring. “What is it Ashley?” Andrew finally said after a long silence between him and Ashley. She just shrugs before speaking.
“You clearly weren’t feeling happy that I had brought a guy over… Why is that? Andyyy?” Ashley said as she smirked. Andrew then rolled his eyes.
“I couldn’t care less if you brought someone here or not… You're delusional” Andrew said as he rolled his eyes and frowned more. He then felt her poking his face. But soon her finger went right above his mouth and next thing she knew Andrew had chopped down onto her finger. Ashley felt her eyes go wide before she pushed his head to make him let go of her finger.
Ashley was going to remember this for a while to come. Andrew being him just kept denying and shaking his head and just ignored her comments.
I always see these posts of "Andrew brings home a girl" but what if by wild imagination, Ashley brought a boy home that looks exactly like Andrew
What would happen
Heathers crossover
Technically JD kind of fits ashley more story-wise, but shhh. Andy looks good as him.
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My babies 😩💗💚
He's the best manipulative big brother anyone could wish for :D
Worse sibling?
Just got @nagitos-left-testicle a new phone case
What? WHAT?
I get that this is the best ending and also the fan favorite. But I would confidentially say it is not more interesting than decay!