#tcoaal headcanons

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Transdrew headcanon my beloved

[julysn]

Hi! I finally found someone who writes for the Tcoaal fandom! I would like to make a request if it's not too much trouble :p could you do some headcanons about a relationship w andy graves (You can ignore this if you want)

a/n: hihihi!! yes ofc, sorry this is VERY short i have writers block kinda and im short circuiting rn LMFAO, i hope this is enough + i hope u mean younger andrew when u say andy, like, think teen andy!! so yeah i hope this is enough. and thank u for requesting! 🩷 reminder that requests are open but i can ignore them if i wish

andy graves as your boyfriend ⭐️

includes sexual references, andy is a bit possessive (i mean, obviously.), some cursing here and there, i might go on little tangents so skip that LMFAO. he’s meant to be around 13-17 here, i mainly imagined him as 16 saur yeah

i’ve cut ashley’s existence out entirely because.. y’know how she is.

possibly yandere?teen!andrew graves x gn!reader

andy’s the type of slightly possessive, slightly jealous boyfriend. nothing too serious, he wouldn’t want to throw you off since he loves you, but seriously, he’ll occasionally ask you about what you have goin’ on with another dude (or girl, if you like more than one gender and he knows that).

he’s a bit of a touch-me-not, until he met you. he loves when you give him hugs or kisses, or asks for cuddles. he’s so damn touch starved, it’s insane, but luckily he has you.

in public, he’ll do everything to shower you in affection to show the others that you’re his, not theirs. someone else staring at you? he’ll randomly pull you into a hug and kiss your temple. another person coming up to you and using their skibidi gyat rizz (brainrot is getting to me)? andy will wrap his arm around your waist, pull you closer to him and glare at the other person with an intensity so.. um, intense it could kill.

gives other girls the biggest, fattest side-eye whenever they flirt with him (especially if you’re around.) he doesn’t have the heart to curse them out or confront them, but his not-so-subtle actions certainly push them away.

this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have secret admirers, though. some girls still try, knowing that you’re with him—sometimes, when he opens his locker, little notes with scribbled hearts fall out, but he always rips them up and throws them in the trash can.

one day, you came to meet his parents and brought them gift cards to a restaurant and chocolates. they were overjoyed, a bit too excited to receive the gift cards (especially renee) and andy saw right through their facade. he made sure to stop bringing you around his parents from that day on.

[momentsofamber]

My personal headcanon is that the siblings' mom's name is Aspen Graves. Aspen is the name of a species of tree; and the American Aspen in particular is a white tree with black scars along the bark that typically blooms with golden yellow leaves. Another fun fact about aspens is that they do not make for good firewood; they dry slowly, rot quickly, and do not give off much heat. I think the metaphor speaks for itself.

I also like the idea of her having an 'As' starting name because I feel like initially she had wanted a daughter. I feel like their first child had been unplanned but the second was not. Aspen was disappointed that her first child ( conceived as a teen for that matter ) was a boy, but when Andrew turned out to be an obedient and well-behaved child she Got Over It.

But she and her husband tried again because Aspen wanted a girl, she wanted a mini-me, and she was excited when she found out the baby was indeed a girl, so she gave Ashley a similar name.

But then when Ashley was born and Ashley Wasn't The Daughter She Expected(tm), she Lost Interest and pushed Ashley off onto Andrew instead.

[alchemilliam]

Okay so we all know the Andrew transfem propaganda, but have we ever thought of Ashley being transmasc?

Exhibit A: Intense hatred of women stemming from a hatred of herself, which could be interpreted as that internalized misogyny that sometimes happens when you don't realize that you don't hate all people of the same gender as yourself, but rather that you *only hate yourself and your own gender that's attached to you*

Exhibit B: Hypersexuality and hyperfemininity that can easily be read as classic overcompensation for not feeling like a "real woman/girl/fem" because of "secretly" being not female

Exhibit C: Us literally never seeing Ashley in a skirt (stupid reason but like skirts existed in the 90s-2000s, she could've totally worn one at some point and maybe *especially* when she was younger because (typically) young girls tend to wear more typically girly clothing like skirts and dresses but we see her in overalls and shorts pretty much always (as far as we have in canon))

Also I used she/her throughout this so it wouldn't get confusing who I was referring to since I haven't seen any transmasc Ashley headcanons

this is what makes me happy

[your-favourite-plague]

What if little Leyley has so many hairpins because her mom wasn't taking care of her hair and Andy was the one who had to do this, but he didn't really know how to?

[coffincestuous]

i'm losing it a little about just how much andrew has done for ashley her whole life

he used his own money to celebrate her birthday with her when her parents didn't. he spent quality time with her when no one else did. he played with her when her "friends" didn't. he asked people to sit with her at lunch so she wouldn't be alone. he probably did her hair when she was younger. he indulged her in every whim because he wanted his baby sister to be happy. he sleeps in the same bed as her at night. he feels better when ashley is happy. he likes to make her laugh. he's able to help her see a happier perspective of life.

did he teach her to read? to write? did he encourage her to draw? did he take her shopping for clothes when they were younger? did he make sure she did her schoolwork? has he helped her with it? do you think he shared his college work and textbooks with her, to make sure she was able to keep her education going despite the lack of support from her parents? did he teach her to cook? to do laundry? to bathe? how much of what she knows is because of andrew? did he get her the plants on her desk in the apartment?

idk... i love them 🥺

[cannibal-pentecost]

ANDREW GETS CALLED A SISSY

Like, such a targeted emasculating slur, it's not just insulting or homophobic like other gay slurs, but specifically about their masculinity or lack thereof.

Even the narration, which is mixed with internal voice and thoughts, is taunting Andrew about their masculinity.

(Plus, they dress like I did in high school and college.)

[little-lemon-muffin]

I have more! Plus some general angst this time.

Ashley constantly mad at her body, looking at skin that has stretched or bruised for no reason. Having to be so gentle with herself even when she’s beyond angry.

Andrew obsessively memorizing nutrition facts, what has the best vitamins (and what they can afford).

Both having to watch the other look like death after a flare up, days where Ashley can’t keep anything down, or Andrew can’t even get up without feeling dizzy.

The constant brain fog frustration at themselves for not remembering something they should know.

Both loathing the body they’re in, but loving the other in its entirety. Not envy as much as exhaustive concern.

Andrew caring almost too much about every little symptom presentation, scared that it could mean something is more wrong than usual.

Ashley being the exact opposite, trying to ignore it or contend with it the best she can. Hating that feeling of being useless.

I lied, put your clothes back on. I’m gonna talk about how the Graves siblings both developed long term chronic illnesses/health complications after quarantine and how it’s the perfect set up for more angst and drama.

[graveposting]

about Andrew's reaction to the incest vision...

let me just. frantically type up an essay after all cause this is eating me alive-

OKAY so basically, after watching the Burial vision scene a couple more times as one does i'm now starting to think that really, Andrew's mortified reaction is all about the fact that he feels found out. he's been trying so so so hard to deny his down-badness to even himself that having it spelled out so clearly to not only himself but also his sister of all people like that just sends him into a panic. he has to deny it even harder, even though it's completely absurd at that point to try and keep up the farce...

it's a vision, and the visions have been established in the game already to be true glimpses at the future unless someone goes out of their way to prevent them. that means there's no way for him to believably act like it's nonsense. he's being confronted with it first by the vision and then once they woke up, his sister as well.

and so of course he freaks out. cause he's probably internalized that actually acting out his incest fantasies is completely out of the question and would be crossing a final line where there's no coming back from and all of this has been driving him crazy to the point where it's completely warped his perception of Ashley's responses to his extremely casual out-of-line remarks and levels of physical intimacy. he's also convinced himself that Ashley sees this aspect of their relationship the same way, that she wouldn't want them to end up crossing that line.

HOWEVER, she's been happily replying to his inappropriate comments in kind, and even when their exchanges got very suggestive because of that, Ashley is just rolling with it because to her boundaries simply are incomprehensible. yes, she knows this is not innocent stuff, she's aware that it's not just jokes or whatever Andrew is trying to pass it off as. she's not oblivious to it. but it doesn't really affect her in the same way. thinking about them getting it on doesn't make her feel disgusted with herself in the same way it makes Andrew feel about himself. that's why she's so unbothered by the vision and even confused about his distress.

yet Andrew on the other hand has spent so much time living in a constant state of cognitive dissonance that he's successfully convinced himself (at least superficially) that this is totally just how normal siblings interact. nothing incestuous or inappropriate about it, nope. because if he had to admit that it's not, he'd have to come to terms with his "forbidden" attraction to his own sister!!

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Lol after reading the petty Ex girlfriend Ashley I need to see some Possessive girlfriend Ashley headcanons. Your requests are open could I get this, if not just ignore this ask.

Requests are in a weird state of “Open but response time fluctuates”

Possessive Girlfriend!Ashley Graves Headcanons

It’s just- such a wonderful feeling isn’t it?

To have someone who’s so in love with you that she wants the world to know you’re hers

This is totally not indicative of larger issues throughout your life or a general sense of self worth so low you’re enamored by your girlfriend’s hostile form of love

Yeah definitely not

Ashley’s ways of making it known to the hussies of the world that you’re hers can range from clinging to your arm in public, to purposefully leaving very visible bite marks to scare people off

She’s also just- generally weary of your friends

You knew a relationship would divide the time you spent with them, but after so many last minute cancellations due to Ashley having an emergency they just- faded away

More time for Ashley!

Being the concerned and caring girlfriend she is, she wants to know where you are at all times- and when you think you’ll be home

She gets so worried when you’re home later than you said- clinging to you with tears in her eyes about how scared she was that something bad happened or worse- that you replaced her

Ashley is exhausting, you know that much

But dammit- in some twisted, messed up way this possessiveness makes you feel loved. Makes you feel wanted

You should probably get your head checked

[julysn]

you're such a crazy love, you tear me in two

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc (i forgot everything i knew about the game), no incest, ashley mentioned yet she isn’t there, oral, penetration, risky + quiet sex, usage of y/n, couch sex, ashley is sleeping nearby, he rubs your clit, kind-of dominant?

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ Ashley’s a heavy sleeper. She can sleep through anything. But can she sleep through her beloved brother having sex with his girlfriend? [ao3]

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈ 1800

𝓢hip ⋆ Andrew Graves x Fem!Reader

𝓝otes ⋆ title from i was made for dancin - leif garrett.

i havent written smut in a while so apologies if this is absolutely horrendous </3 i tried…

going back to my roots! a lot of my followers are here from my tcoaal work so surprise :3 here ya go

“You sure she’ll stay asleep?” You asked tentatively, one finger lazily swirling around the slight bulge in Andrew’s jeans as you sat beside him on the couch, the thought of Ashley catching the both of you in the act as arousing as ever. It wasn't that he wanted her to join or anything, no, never, but doing something as intimate as this in such a risky situation caused blood to rush down to his groin.

You glanced over at the closed bedroom, the sound of her soft snores audible through the wooden door as Andrew let out a husky chuckle, voice as husky as ever, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “She won’t. You’ll be quiet, right?”

“... Right.” You reassured him, slipping off the couch and positioning yourself in between his spread legs. You kneeled before him, head tilted upwards just to make eye contact, head tilted upwards to watch the satisfaction grow in his eyes.

You nervously unzipped his pants, hands gently tugging them down to his knees. His oh-so-piercing gaze continued to follow your movements at all times, causing you yourself to get weak in your own knees as his boxers were finally pulled down.

Andrew’s cock stood tall and erect, hard as a brick as the moonlight shining through the blinds helped illuminate the veins that graced his shaft. His member looked as irresistible as ever, tip glistening with precum.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him up and down as he threw his head back in ecstasy and pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle any moans that your ministrations would cause. You watched almost teasingly as the look in his eyes shifted to pure pleasure and pure pleasure alone.

You cocked your head to the side, pressing teasing kisses to his tip, watching as pre-cum dribbled out and down, acting as a natural lubricant as it began to stain itself onto your fingers.

“Fuck-!” Andrew gasped out, panting as pearls of sweat began to bead together on his hairline and forehead. He watched, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you tormented him with your painfully slow movements. He wanted, no, he needed to see his dick in your mouth.

“Goddammit, just, let me-” He completely caught you off guard as he suddenly placed a hand in your hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and gripping it gently as he pulled your face closer to his cock. You gasp, your soft lips parted, the perfect distance for him to slide it in..

So you nodded.

Slowly, yet not as slow as you had stroked him just seconds before, he slid his member into your mouth, watching as you took it all in, watching as your lips wrapped around his shaft, watching as you stared up at him with a sultry gaze, seeking approval.

"Good, baby.” The pet name slips from his lips like butter, his smooth voice sending shivers down your spine. He shifts a little, making himself even more comfortable on the couch, shooting a glance at the closed door that separated the two of you from Ashley. God knows what would happen if she figured out what was happening, hell, she'd freak out if she even saw the two of you cuddling earlier.

You begin to bop your head back and forth, a speed slow yet quick enough to continue his arousal, using your tongue to mark him with your saliva, using your tongue to lead him to his climax, being the steps he needed to reach the peak of satisfaction. Your hand comes up to gently massage his thigh, your tender touch a huge contrast from the pleasure you were currently giving him. 

Andrew's head reels back against the soft cushion of the couch, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he shakily presses the palm of his hand to his mouth. His soft, deep groans muffled against his skin, his free hand finding its way into your hair and gently gripping its silky strands, nothing but lechery in his eyes.

“I'm getting close..”

His warning only serves as motivation, giving you the encouragement that you honestly didn't need to continue with your ministrations. His hand tugs away at your hair, pulling you back and forth, cold hands helping you in your act of indecency. 

Your tongue laps up each and every inch of his penis, the flavor of him becoming engraved into your mind. You can feel him begin to tense up, doing his best to muffle his groans, that task becoming exponentially harder with each and every second that passed.

“Fuck! Y/N, I'm gonna-”

Before Andrew can even finish his sentence, his warmth fills your mouth, pumps of semen flowing down your throat as you eagerly swallow every drop. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the glory of being able to bring him to his climax, pulling off of his cock with a soft pop.

He's still as erect as ever, his shaft standing tall and mighty against his pale waist. His hands let go of your head, grabbing ahold of your hips and tugging your panties down to the floor. Your clit glistened under the moonlight, and even in the dim lighting, you were still as gorgeous as could be. 

With one look, you share a mutual understanding, no words needed to convey the desire that the both of you felt in that very moment. You climb onto the couch and slide onto his lap, sitting gracefully as his cock pressed up against your skin.

Andrew leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, tilting his head to the side to let his tongue enter your mouth. You moan, eyes fluttering shut as your lips part to allow his invasion. You feel him exploring, trying to feel and memorize every crevice within, the two of you battling in a war for dominance and control.

One hand slides away from your waist and onto your clit, fingers rubbing against the wetness that began to pool down there. You quiver, shaking a little, head falling back as the sensation becomes so otherworldly, so good, so good you couldn't put it into words.

You pull back from the kiss and bury your head into his shoulder to muffle your gasps and moans, your eyes squeezed shut as he rubs his fingers against you.

"Close, baby?” He asks, voice husky and tone full of sensuality. His voice is so quiet, so very quiet, so quiet you almost couldn't catch his words.

"S-so close..” You mumble, desperate to muffle your moans, afraid Ashley would wake up from her slumber and go batshit crazy on the two of you. You become so desperate, so, so desperate that your teeth sink into the fabric of his shirt while you begin to press into him. 

Just as you were crawling closer to the edge of heaven, just as you almost hiked up to the peak of your climax, just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers back, effectively edging you as he brings them up to his lips. You sit back up and watch as he sucks your wetness off of his fingers, disappointment evident in your expression.

Andrew notices your face and laughs, placing his hands on your waist and guiding you onto his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels you wrapped around him. He begins to help you move back and forth, your hips rocking back and forth and making him hit all of the best spots.

Pleasure courses through your veins, the only thing you can truly feel in times like this, the comfortablilty of his lap and his tender touches only serving to make you feel even better.

You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, palm concealing your moans of pleasure as his hands guided your movements to be faster, quickler, stronger, better.

Andrew's filling you to the brim, slowly beginning to thrust upward to match your movement, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out again. His movements are precise, not too fast to hurt yet not too slow to annoy you, focused completely on leading the two of you to orgasm.

He begins to lean in, his movements slow and precise, almost as if he was tormenting you,, teasing you with a possible kiss.

You impatiently smash your lips against his, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth, your tongue swirling around and finally exploring the crevices within.

He pants, pleasure pumping throughout his veins, ecstasy asserting dominance over all of his other emotions, his hips bucking into yours fiercely. Beads of sweat jewel on his forehead, dripping down his skin. He slides in and out with increasing speed, the edge of heaven just over the horizon. 

Andrew plunges deeper and deeper into you with every thrust, his fingers digging into your skin. You break away from the messy kiss and bury your face back into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself stable. One wrong sound, one wrong move, one accidental moan and Ashley was sure to find you. You couldn't let that happen.

He's tensing up, his back beginning to arch, the task of being quiet almost impossible. He was so close to climax, so close to finally releasing.

"God.. Y/N, I'm about to…” He gets interrupted yet again, his orgasm cutting his sentence off as he lets himself go, biting his lip and tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His cum shoots inside of you, a few weak thrusts pushing it deeper in. After a few seconds, you pull yourself off of his lap and lay down on the couch, too exhausted to put your panties back on, his voice snapping you out of your haze. "Did you.. did you cum?"

You're embarrassed to admit this, but you do so anyway. It was good to be honest with your boyfriend. “No.."

Though exhausted, he leans over and presses a kiss to your neck as you laid on the couch, his cold hand sliding down your waist, fingers beginning to rub against your clit once more.

You whimper and throw your hand over your mouth again. His fingers slid in-between your folds, using his cum dripping out of you as a lubricant, his pace extremely fast. You cum within seconds, eyes shut as you let out an almost embarrassing high-pitched moan into the palm of your hands.

The two of you sit there, basking in the silence of the moment, letting the sex replay in your head. You and Andrew hadn't had sex in a while, especially since Ashley had begin to crack down on your presence, so this was nice.

Then, a door creaks, footsteps slowly approaching.

Fuck.

[femboy-mattie]

It's time for some autistic ramblings.

In a head canon, I think Andrew (as the poet and romantic we know him as) would like to sing to Ashley. Especially so when they get closer in the burial route.

Like in my mind, he would sing some of the poems he had written (kinda like how ancient Greek poems were meant to be sung) or he would sing a cheesy song like "Hey There Delilah" - except Andrew would switch out Delilah for Ashley to reassure her and show her his devotion.

And as their relationship develops, I think Andrew would sing Meddle About to here to symbolize how down bad he is for her, how much he wants her and how much she drives him crazy.

[terminallycoffinbrained]

Why do I feel like Ashley is into being choked

[little-lemon-muffin]

Some of you aren’t ready to admit that in modern day, Andrew Graves would most definitely be that “complicated” guy in the corner, hitting a vape all the fuckin time, acting like he’s a tortured poet, and it shows.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Probably for worse <3

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[momentsofamber]

If the Graves siblings ever got a Nintendo Switch, Ashley would insist on getting these so they can play 2P games and each have their own designated controller.

And then whenever one of them plays 1P they'd still be thinking about the other the entire time, whether or not they're watching them play. 💗