Marshall is Andrew

Marshall is Andrew

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Addiction is something that takes a hold of you. Addiction can do two things. It can make you feel like your floating to the sky. You can barely feel your fingertips. You feel warm ,you feel loved. But then it can be painful. Gut wrenching pain. You feel trapped . You feel stuck. You feel hopeless. When 18 year old Marshall graduated , his life could not feel more dreadful. He has no motivation to do anything . He doesn't even think he's worth the motivation. Marshall has always felt out of place. It's like very little emotions excite him. He's lost. Until he meets Tony. Tony can relate Marshall on the feeling lost part. Marshall begins to trust Tony feels as if Tony is his friend. Tony makes Marshall feel he's capable of something. Tony is the leader of a drug ring. And Marshall had no idea what he was stepping into but he joined. Meet three years of Marshall's life. Which contains drugs, murder, crime, sex. And in the long term , love. And through Tony's terms everyone in the ring goes by their middle names. Marshall is now Andrew . Tony is manipulative, controlling, abusive. He's the addiction that gave you a sense of purpose but also gave you your downfall. Can Marshall escape the ring , escape Tony with out a scratch and be with the girl he loves? Or will he completely embrace Andrew , and feed into his addiction more.
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It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe. Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it. Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood. Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief. **NO Starker** Triggers Warnings: Substance Use/Abuse Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions Rape Threats/Mentions Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore Some Self-Harm Coarse Language Mental Illness (various) This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage Most characters, and prequel themes are owned by Marvel®

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