to be filled with warmth

alice || 19 || any pronouns

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- intro -

alice - nineteen, any pronouns, mixed, asexual

free time writer with too much time on their hands

posting writing blurbs, x reader bits, rants and rambles, 18+ content/blog

please do not steal/repost my work and claim it as your own

- beware -

i do have dark interests and will occasionally post about these interests such as yandere content (both original and fandoms), fauxcest, kidnapping, etc.

masterlist || interests

divider credits to @/strangergraphics-archive

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How do you feel about bigsis!reader getting taken to pound town by her boyfriend. BUT they get walked in on by Ashley and Andrew. They are most likely to kill him on the spot out of jealousy that’s been building up ever since reader got into this relationship?? but then reader gets plopped onto Andrew’s cock in front of her boyfriend’s dead body as they attempt to show her a better time!!

i feel like i leaned into the violent side of this more than i originally meant to, but this is some true psych horror shit. hot and sexy without a doubt, but horror shit.

andrew and ashley weren't even supposed to be home from school for another hour, and neither of your parents would get off work until four at the earliest. balancing the expectations of your mother and the weight of caring for your baby siblings leaves you with barely anytime for yourself. once you realized the bit of alone time you had, you quickly called your boyfriend for a quick fuck before anyone got home.

you're too busy groaning into your pillows to hear the front door unlocking, andrew and ashley's quiet chatter quickly coming to a screeching halt as your moans reach their ears. tired bedframe squeaking in protest as your boyfriend squeezes your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts halfway.

they don't want to believe it, flocking to the cracked bedroom door like moths to flame, burning alive once their worst fears are confirmed. your moans are a sweet, siren song, but to see that bastard hunched over you, marking bruises onto your flushed skin like he ever deserved even a scrap of everything you give to him makes them move before they even think about what they're about to do.

they burst in so hard, the door slams into the wall, scaring you both out of your sex-hazed stupor. while you grab a blanket to cover yourself, panic flaring as you hear your siblings scream and shout in outrage, andrew's busy picking a fight with your boyfriend.

believe it or not, their first instinct isn't to kill him. they've certainly thought about it more times than socially acceptable, thought about how they would do it and how they would comfort you after the fact, but right now they just want him out.

out of the apartment, out of their lives. they just want to chase him away so you'll have nothing else to do but reassure them that he means nothing to you. but they're both so mad, shaking with anger as they shout. andrew just means to shove your boyfriend out of your bed, wanting him to get away from you. but he pushes too hard and instead of stumbling out of bed, your boyfriend falls back and cracks his head on the sharp corner of your bedframe, sticking just out from under your mattress.

you scream in horror as your boyfriend collapses onto the floor, blood spilling from the jagged cut tearing through his skin, starting above his eyebrow and into his hair. andrew panics just a bit, not because he cares about killing him, but because he's scared you'll never forgive him. ashley doesn't panic for a single second. she can't take a single second more of sharing you with someone who defiles your body like this, someone who could never properly adore and admire you like she and andrew do.

she grabs on of the potted plants off of her desk and slams the ceramic pot over his head, shards shattering onto the floor as he drops, seizing on the floor as blood pours from the crater ashley's put into his head. the pot isn't entirely broken yet and ashley doesn't stop violently battering your boyfriend until the cracked shards decorate what's left of your boyfriend's head, making a weak gurgling sound as he bleeds over your bedroom floor.

shock renders you frozen, silent and tense with a blanket weakly clasped over your body. you refuse to process what you've just witnessed, brain adamantly refusing to understand the brutal violence your babies just committed. you're shaking as andrew climbs onto the bed with you, taking advantage of your frozen state to lay you down against your pillows.

he knows there's only so much time before you freak out and andrew really doesn't want to fight with you, you just need to see things from their point of view. you just need to understand how deep their love for you runs.

andrew wants to show you that you'll never need anyone else. anything that bastard could do for you, they can do it a thousand times better. peeling your blanket away, andrew helps you onto your stomach, laying his weight over you. he doesn't want you to scratch him or hurt yourself struggling against him.

ashley joins you two on the bed once she's confident that your boyfriend, whether he's truly dead or somehow still alive, won't be going anywhere. murmuring soft words to you as andrew fumbles with the button of his jeans, she reminds you that they love you so much, they loved you so much more than he ever could.

the only thing they'll thank your boyfriend for is preparing your cunt, making you slick and stretched out for andrew's cock as he pushes his burning flesh into your wet hole. you're so warm and tight around andrew's throbbing cock, he already fucking into your cunt before he makes he can even bottom out.

fucking you makes andrew believe that there's a spot in heaven for him, buried inside of your pulsing walls. he feels like a virgin, burying his nose into your mussed hair as he desperately ruts, no finesse, no rhythm, just rabbit fucking your pussy as hard as he can.

to your horror, just beyond ashley still cooing at you, you can see the blood spreading. staining floor, staining ashley's hands as she pushes your hair out of your face. pressing a delicate kiss to your lips, she dares to act shy as she slots her lips over yours, swallowing your gasps as you start to come back to yourself.

you've never felt so disgusted with yourself, pleasure stirring with every instinctive clench around andrew's cock, moaning into your sister's mouth as your boyfriend's brain turns to mush on your bedroom floor. you turn your head away from ashley, too ashamed to face either of them, hiding away in your pillow.

ashley takes your bashfulness in stride, wedging her hand under your wriggling hips, struggling feebly under andrew's weight, to find your clit. she continued to emphasize that all of this is for the sake of love, the murder, the blood, andrew's cock bullying its way into your cunt, all of it. it's all for how much they love you, how they'll never be able to share you with anyone else ever again.

you cum around andrew's cock with a faint mewl of pleasure and your pleasure is palpable, they can practically taste it in the air through the fog of sex, but you're not quite convinced yet.

you're pliant enough that you won't scratch them now, so andrew sits up and pulls you back onto his lap, anchoring you to the base of his cock as ashley quickly fills the empty space in front of you. her fingers falling to the bare expanse of your breasts while andrew humps against your ass, whimpering as overstimulation makes his gut twinge, rocking his cock into you.

you still don't quite understand the depth of their affection for you, but they still have time before renee gets home to clean up the mess. you've always been so easy to bend to their will and wants, they're sure they can get you to see things their way.

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i dont know how you feel about writing depression or suicide, but sometimes i imagine being a graves sibling and just sitting at their balcony. imagining the long fall down and the sound of my body hitting the earth. i'd like to think andrew and ashley would feel sympathetic, but another part of me feels like my ideation would just be ignored or considered burdensome. renee makes that obvious canonically. still, it must me so nice to stand out there at night, on that balcony...

you're good, i'm a-okay with writing depression or suicide. and honestly, i get it, the suicidal ideation of being so high up and thinking about how easy and quick it would be. anyways

i think that in the apartment they lived on the fourth floor(?), it's a height that would most likely kill you, and honestly in house there is a constant call of the void. the roads are noisy and clouds of smoke that far surpass the amount andrew smokes wafts up to the balcony from your neighbors apartments, but it's calm compared to the apartment.

whether it's before or during quarantine, your apartment isn't exactly a place you can consider safe or comfortable. you and your siblings fight like cats and dogs, fleeting moments of vulnerability that are quickly destroyed by your brother's growing impassiveness and your sister's worsening temper.

you barely even consider your father to be one of the people that live in the apartment for how little you see him, knowing him less than you would a stranger. any time you have to be around him is just awkward and stilted, so unlike what a father should be like. but your mother is the worst, a suffocating shadow lingering in every corner of the apartment. eyes full of judgement, holding sway over your mood with flat comments and a detached sense of disappointment.

it's not really a home. the balcony is not an exception, it feels just as empty as the rest of the apartment, but it offers a calming quiet that nowhere else does. and whenever you're joined on the balcony with someone, it feels like a momentary truce. like they all can feel the way the balcony makes everything still.

obviously renee and douglas either don't notice or care about your increasing attachment to the balcony, staring down at the ground yard below you. leaning over the boundary wall more than your probably should, standing up onto your tiptoes as the wind blows over you, imagining for a moment how long the fall would feel like.

ashley probably would either ignore or dismiss your ideation because between the two, she doesn't want to die and feels less suicidal ideation. she'd roll her eyes, seeing the distant glaze covering your eyes, and tell you she didn't get your stupid fixation. you're so boring whenever you come out here and just stare off into space.

andrew is also a bit dismissive because he doesn't think you'll ever go through with it, but he can sympathize with the thought. andrew seems to be the sibling that has dealt the most with some sort of suicidal ideation and thoughts, probably starting as a teen due to the development of his incestuous desires. but like i said, he doesn't think you'll ever actually do it, so he just more or less ignores you when you stand out there. he'll join you for a smoke, standing on opposite ends of the balcony, not speaking, just accepting and understanding each other for a few moments before he goes back inside.

they're both so confident in their own mindsets that you won't ever do it, that there's no true danger, it makes you wonder how'd they feel to see you go over the edge.

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READER WHO LOVES TO DECORATE EVERYTHING! GEMS, GLITTER, RIBBONS!

The Graves siblings will come home and find everything bedazzled. From the TV remote, to their clothes, even the fridge was fully decorated once.

They weren't even safe during quarantine..

lol i immediately thought of this:

reader is full of sugar, spice, and everything nice.

andrew and ashley are actually grappling with the hell that is their lives and quarantine and the heavy realization of how little their lives mean in the grand scheme of things. they have no one, but themselves and they don't even really want that, they're hungry, they're tired, and they're going to die without even knowing why. and reader's giggling as she scurries out of their room with a empty glitter jar.

on the plus side, reader is never boring. everything reader owns has been touched up by them in some way, adding their own personal flair to it. you hated the drab, boring apartment you lived in under your mother who, in your opinion, had never heard of style or beauty.

bedazzling the fridge would honestly go hard in my house, but renee just forces you to scrape off the gem stones. oh, but once quarantine comes around, that house is yours.

all of ashley's hairties are gone. it's stain ribbons tied in her hair or nothing. her choker also happens to have a few silvery gems glued onto it the longer that quarantine goes on. andrew's shoes have been glitterbombed. no matter how much he washes them or tries to scrub it off, there's a permanent shine to his shoes where the glitter has become one with the soles.

reader is, of course, no exception. reader would love all manners of body glitter, bold loud sparkly makeup, those 2010 makeup tutorials where people were doing crazy lipstick designs. reader is the pop of color in this otherwise bland household.

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I saw ur post about reader with ADHD losing everyone, but what about a reader who can find literally ANYTHING.

Example, Ashley lost her bracelet a few days ago, reader is playing with it on the sofa. Andrew lost his favorite pair of lucky socks (🤷‍♀️?), reader is wearing them.

Even during quarantine when they had no food, imagine reader just popping up with nothing major but something small like a fruit or something and the siblings are confused af cause where is she finding these things?

lmao the whole time reader just has mary poppins bag stuffed under their bed.

honestly, they'd love that. if you can find anything, whether it's lost or just something they were in need of, they are always leaning on you. it makes them a little careless with their things, but you don't mind. things just turn up so easily for you.

you mostly just use your uncanny ability to make your own life easier. finding toys and lost pencils are child's play for you, you turn around and there they are. when looking for things like specific keys or looking for things like you mentioned: ashley's bracelet or a pair of socks that disappeared in the wash, you have to look a little harder, but they're always in the general vicinity.

but god, that kind of ability to find something anywhere at anytime in quarantine? oh, they love you more than anything in the world. when you've run out of food and things are really looking bad and you just happen to pop up with a can of peaches that you found, they will worship the ground you walk on.

it makes you feel good to help your siblings, it honestly just feels good to have food filling your stomach once again. the real wonder though, is if reader was able to find a way out of the apartment separate from how they escape in game. that would be the true test of your ability, to not find a specific object, but to find an escape out of the apartment and to freedom.

after their encounter with lord unknown, your siblings look at you just a little bit differently. is your ability really just some sort of keen awareness, coincidence, or does you ability come from somewhere deeper than that?

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hi alice! i adore your writing 🩷 id love more t4t but for the graves siblings! make it as toxic or as fluffy as youd like >:3

sorry it's taken me so long to respond, i've been hoarding this in my inbox so i could think up a lot of little bits. also will be using fem andrew's name: audrey and masc ashley's name: ashton.

i know that realistically 2010s and the world being utter shit that they would get horrible care for their transitions, but for this fuck reality. they get good care and get to transition without having to fight for it.

transfem audrey and transmasc reader that bond over sharing things with each other as they transition. they share tips and clothes, although audrey can't reasonably fit into most of your clothes due to how tall she is. you show her how to apply makeup to cover up her hrt acne and once you start to grow stubble she can show you how to shave.

ashton canonically doesn't like pain, but also can't stop poking at his top scars to save his life. whether it's a transfem or transmasc reader, you have to keep knocking his hand away. the bandages do little to stop him from poking. he complains that it hurts, starts poking and picking, and then starts complaining again once you smack his hand away.

audrey deals with a little bit of a crisis once she starts to look more feminine, long hair and growing breasts, because to her horror, she looks like renee. it is my headcanon that andrew/audrey does have a heavy likeness to renee and it drives them nuts to no end. it completely turns audrey off of ponytails, on her or anyone else.

i don't care what anyone says, audrey still loves her loose clothes and sweaters, but she can't help but want to show off her figure. there's a lot of stealing ashley's shorts and tank tops.

on the more toxic side of things: forced feminization to get andrew out of whatever internalized transphobia mindset that he has. i feel like between the two of them, andrew has a bigger struggle with a trans identity because of his misogynistic way of thinking. you and ashley team up to hold him down, teasing and mocking him as you smear makeup over his face to make him prettier.

you start hiding his clothes, replacing the folded laundry in his drawers with pleated skirts and sheer tights. andrew would make the prettiest girl, so he should dress like one.

developing a severe attraction to ashton's voice the more that it drops. you never cared for your lower voice, but to hear ashton's voice dropper lower and lower just makes your stomach clench with desire.

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LMAOOOOO EVERYONE JUST BEING DONE WITH HIM

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yearning for more cat friendships

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i love that the creepypasta fandom has come full circle from infantilizing toby to thinking that he can lay out the whole mansion if he wanted to

[milothelittlefox]

○ The Black Parade ○

A friend of mine entered the horrible thing that is tcoaal and mixed my hyperfixations (MCR and Andrew) so I had to make this.

Now I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart 🗣

[canned-cards]

"We'll belong. If you're a medicine cat, we can stay here forever. We can be important."

[nekrott]

he misses his wife

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I was thinking, what if Andrew and Ashley were called to school because of their daughter (Who was smoking tobacco or marijuana in the bathroom?) Or how would they act if their daughter was drinking or hiding drugs? My God, I laugh in despair

thinking about it, if the game takes place in 2010, then reader would be a gen alpha kid 😭 that's so weird to think about to me. but i would personally die, i don't even drink or smoke but the thought of being caught with either makes me shudder in terror.

but if they were called to the school, they're already irritated. why are you acting like a fool and dragging them out of the house/work to deal with the school staff? they're actually less concerned with you smoking.

if it's cigarettes, andrew's checking his own pack to see if you stole some and then he is putting a cap on how much you can have for the sake of your health (and because he's a hypocrite). ashley only agrees because there's only room in the house for one chainsmoker and it's better to control you then not know what you're doing.

if it's weed, it's a different deal. again, ashley doesn't care for the smell and having to live with yet another smoker, no matter how chilled out you become after smoking. andrew on the other hand, probably has some of renee's weird traits where he does have high expectations of you in certain areas like school. you're gonna make something of yourself and he'll be damned if you smoke your brain away with weed.

the fact that you were hiding this from them would also bother them. they have such a desperate need for control that knowing you were able to successfully able to hide something like alcohol or cigarettes/weed from them would make them spiral a bit. you'd definitely get put on a sort of lockdown and they'd check over your room to see if there's any other secrets you've been hiding.

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Imagine middle child reader with Andrew and Ashley. She's not as batshit as Ashley but LOVES to cause as much trouble as possible. She obviously cares for her siblings and is more mischievous with them. But with anyone else, she loves to try and ruin their day, especially with Renee or other people in general.

Whether that's banging on walls in their apartment to annoy the neighbors or dropping things down from the balcony to watch it hit someone.

I can see her being partners in crime with Ashley. Ashley being the instructor and reader being the performer, agreeing and doing whatever it is that Ashley wants, despite Andrew's complaints.

i love readers that are a trickster/troublemaker type. just causing messes for no reason.

it definitely starts with ashley using her big sister title to convince reader to help her cause trouble and upon realizing how much you like causing mayhem it just snowballs from there.

screwing with renee is the most fun when you're young because no matter how much she screams at you and punishes you, you know that she's too detached from you to raise a hand to you. that and seeing just how red she can get, eyes bulging, teeth grinding, veins throbbing is just too funny for you to ever stop.

screwing with your classmates is fun too, dare i say it may even dip into kleptomania because watching julia spiral the longer she can't find a dumb trinket that nina gave to her makes you giggle. although that also gives you away to the teachers.

and the teachers... not so much fun. detention is way too boring to make any trouble you cause with them any fun. although you still say that smearing mud all over your first grade teacher's chair was hilarious.

most of your neighbors are crappy as is, so they just ignore your banging on the walls or they scream through the walls for you to shut up. but they're also probably too lazy to do anything more than that. people walking around outside of your apartment are more funny to you.

i'm honestly imagining that scene from addams family values where wednesday and pugsley drop the baby and a bowling ball off the roof and the bowling ball smacks the shit out of lurch.

now, if you ever dropped a bowling ball off of the balcony, on top of wondering where the hell you got it, that is when renee has you shipped off to somewhere else. somewhere that preferably only has one floor.

drawing on the walls, clogging all the drains, and ruining clothes by putting the washer and dryer on the wrong settings are probably your most common crimes in the graves household. the one that actually got you grounded was when you waited for your parents to go to sleep and when smeared their hair in glue and stuck it to their pillows. some torn hair, ripped up pillow cases, and three showers later, your mother screamed so long and loud you were surprised the cops weren't called. she looked funny with her chopped up hair though.

ashley definitely helps direct your destructive behaviors because one, make sure that she doesn't get into trouble but also gets the catharsis from seeing someone's day get ruined and two, you love your siblings, but they aren't safe from your troubling behavior.

it's on a significantly lesser scale, but they still often find their things messed with. at least when ashley is the one telling what to do, she knows that your raging path of chaos won't turn to them any time soon. andrew genuinely just wishes you would put a cap on it so he would stop getting lectured by renee.

although, it's a bit useful when you escape quarantine. it's like how if home alone wasn't a family movie kevin would have killed the wet bandits in the first movie. there are definitely some of your schemes that could and would kill someone if you were given the right motivation.

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So.. 😶

Graves siblings with reader who hates to wear clothes? Or hates having too many layers on?

Reader tends to walk around with as little clothes as possible for maximum comfort!

lol i feel this 😭 summer is coming and the heat is rising, fabric of any kind has become my enemy.

anyways

keeping in mind that reader still has to live with renee, you probably have to be forced to live with wearing very thin clothes rather than as little as you want. you can really only get away with cropped shirts and short shorts when it's the peak of summer and even renee is boling alive. it's only when quarantine comes that you get to truly live your truth and abandon most of your clothes, finally giving your skin a chance to breathe.

ashley doesn't really think much about it both before and during quarantine, to be honest. she knows that it doesn't come from a sexual place so, as long as she doesn't get a flash of your bush, she's more than chill with you wearing as little as you want. you might get a few comments that walk the line between teasing and slutshaming, but other than that.

but andrew, oh poor andrew dealing with ashley, impatient and erratic at the best of times, and you, irritated and annoyed by clothes, ignorant to or overlooking andrew's eyes as they trail over your exposed skin.

honestly, andrew's in hell. he could handle it when renee was around, when the clothes you wore were reasonable, even on the hottest days. but now? there isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't have to do a doubletake. your shorts can barely even be considered anything more than a denim belt for all it covers and your shirts are often cropped and torn, the fabric so thin if the sun catches it just right, be can see everything underneath.

ashley's vibing along with you, just enjoying some of the freedom with your parents being out of the picture and andrew keeps getting headrush from his boner every time you walk into the room.

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Andrew and Ashley's reaction to seeing or hearing about their little sister being bullied. I can totally see them going crazy. No one can bully their poor sister but them. Would they comfort reader or encourage her to fight back? Or would they fight her battles for her?

oh yeah, i talked about this a lot in my non-binary sibling post, but yeah they go fucking insane. once again the weird abusive side of your relationship surfaces because genuinely if they pick on you? they're family and they love you. anyone else picking on you? that shit can get fucked to hell because who the fuck is your bully to ever think they could hurt you and nothing bad would happen?

i honestly imagine that it's a mix of all three. there's a definitely an air of comfort, they'll help you clean up if you have any injuries, but they also both scold you in their own ways for not throwing a punch back. their family might be fucked up, but they sure as well don't back down from some stuck up bitches. and they'll absolutely start a fight if there's an opening that won't end with them being at fault or if they catch your bullies actively picking on you.