DrewxJake Tmf Oneshots! ~Request Closed~

Life and Death 🥀

(MWAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHHAAH BACK WITH THE ANGSTY ANGST >:D)

(Top : Jake | Bottom : Drew)

(You complain = I'll be inside your closet tonight <3)

(YUMMY ANGSTTTTTTTTT) + (Also there's some fluff yea)

(Guess if this will be happy ending or sad ending)

(Request by : None)

(TW : Self harming, parent issues, attempting suicide, depression)

(If you're uncomfortable with these stuff, I umm,, wait for another story..)

(WHY THE HELL ALL OF THE REQUEST EXCEPT 1 ARE SMUTS)

(Y'all horny bitch horny horny as hell RAWRRR)

<3rd Person POV>

Jake and Drew were high school students who shared an unbreakable bond of friendship. They were inseparable, always there for each other through thick and thin. Drew, however, had a troubled home life. His parents were well-meaning but often neglected their son. This lack of attention took a toll on Drew's mental health, leaving him emotionally unstable. He developed a harmful addiction to self-harm, often resorting to cutting his wrists to alleviate his inner pain. Despite the severity of Drew's actions, Jake never gave up on him. He cared deeply about his best friend and was determined to help him.

Jake tried everything to stop Drew from cutting himself. He pleaded, he offered his unwavering support, and he constantly emphasized how much he cared about him. But the grip of this destructive habit seemed unbreakable, and Drew felt an overwhelming anxiety when he didn't engage in self-harm. He found temporary relief in the sight of his own blood, which twisted his mind into perceiving it as a source of enjoyment. Jake witnessed Drew's internal struggle and it tore him apart. He couldn't bear to see his best friend suffer so deeply.

One day, while hanging out in Drew's empty house, Jake stumbled upon a hidden stash of pills under Drew's bed. Shocked and alarmed, Jake shouted at Drew, demanding to know if he had lost his mind by ingesting such dangerous substances. Drew's voice quivered as he admitted that living without those pills had become unbearably difficult.

Feeling a mixture of disappointment and frustration, Jake scooped up all the pills, throwing them away in a moment of anger. He left Drew's house, unable to comprehend the pain his best friend was going through. He wanted more than anything for Drew to stop hurting himself, but he couldn't force him to change.

Meanwhile, Drew, engulfed in a whirlwind of self-doubt and guilt, couldn't bear the thought of disappointing Jake further. In a moment of deep despair, he descended the stairs and reached for a kitchen knife. The blade pressed against his trembling thighs as he succumbed to the sharp pain. Blood began to trickle down, and Drew let out a cry, both physical and emotional. With each cut, Drew felt the sting of pain, momentarily distracting him from the overwhelming weight of his emotions. But as the blood dripped and his suffering persisted, Drew finally stopped, wiping away the evidence and laying down on the bed, consumed by exhaustion.

The next day, with a heavy heart, Jake approached Drew and apologized for losing his temper. Drew, ever the forgiving soul, accepted his friend's heartfelt apology. Their bond remained intact, and Jake embraced Drew tightly, as if to shield him from the demons that haunted his thoughts.

(Inner demons 💅💅)

They decided to return to Drew's house, but this time, Drew was consumed with worry. He feared getting caught for his latest act of self-harm. Jake, on the other hand, noticed something unsettling. There was a kitchen knife on the floor, stained with blood. He called out to Drew, immediate concern lacing his voice.