#foolsmiles.

[goryreverie]

shoutout chess and aspen’s love story, gotta be my favorite genre of gay

[foolsmiles]

foolsmiles. selective and mutuals only original character, chess kingsley. general rules apply. mature themes ahead; do not interact if you are a personal blog or under 18. by nemo.

you can also find me at @aquareqia and @teethblud. affiliated with: seraphimsmiles, goryreverie

info under the cut. pinterest.

name: chester kingsley, most often referred to by chess. birthday: august 7th ( late teens to late twenties ). gender: unlabeled, not cis. he/him. sexuality: unlabeled, no preference.

fc: jamie blackley.

tw for mention of death and od.

born in wales, uk to a single mother and never knew his father. grew up lower class, barely got to see his mom because she was always either working or out drinking and doing drugs. she od'd when chess was 12, and since he had no other family, bounced around between homes until he was 16, when he ran off on his own. did odd jobs, never stayed in one place for too long, slept in any shelter he could find or anywhere hidden. managed to find his way to the u.s. when he was 18 and bounced from shelter to bench to shelter for a year, give or take, before he found a cafe/bakery run by an older man ( silas "lassie" ) in new york who took him in and gave him his forever home in the apartment above the cafe.

[goryreverie]

@foolsmiles : 💕 & he brings them flowers and whatever his favorite pastry is <3

valentines day . a holiday that he never particularly had a care for , and if he had a " valentine " it was his darling mother . so when he opens his front door and sees the shining form of their partner and sees a bouquet of flowers and a paper baggy of mini cinnamon rolls with pecans sprinkled on top he's taken aback and left quite literally speechless . their jaw hangs open in quiet awe and their stubbly cheeks are now a rosy shade of pink , about the same shade as the roses that stand out the most in the bouquet . he holds his hands out to take the gifts into his hands and they smile shyly , avoiding contact with chess in case they ended up flubbing their words at all . ❝ but . . . i didn't get anything for . . . for you - how much did these flowers cost , chess ?? ❞

[goryreverie]

an independent & selective writing blog for original muse aspen davidson , prophesized by feren ( 19 , they / he ) . personals & minors will be blocked . basic dni criteria applies + dni if you associate with dako . dynamics + rules under the cut . // a study in : the suffocating feeling of being alone ; the heavy weight of the visions you witness ; to be a walking omen of death themself . affiliated with : foolsmiles , seraphimsmiles , fleuramor , wiredsmile        » PLAYLIST + PINTEREST «

〆 WHO IS ASPEN DAVIDSON ?

aspen davidson is played between the ages of early twenties to early-mid thirties . he is an afab trans man that goes by he / they pronouns , and they identify as bisexual demiromantic . he was born and raised in a small town in savannah, georgia by his single mother , rosie davidson , who had run away with aspen when she was pregnant with them at 22 years old . there they lived peacefully and quietly , desperately trying to make ends meet where and when they could . at age 8 aspen experienced their first vision ( that he can remember ) of a classmate falling victim to a kidnapping . since their disappearance they have been plagued by guilt and by nightmares , having spent many of their teen years trying to at least find their body . he takes care of his mother who falls sickly to alzheimer's their mid twenties , and continues to do so until she succumbs to the illness when aspen is 30 . he is a quiet , old soul ; exhausted by the visions that plague him .

〆 WHAT DYNAMICS ARE AVAILABLE ?

ANY!! i love ships , i love familial bonds , i love anything . i am open to any and all ideas , especially since aspen can be pretty versatile when it comes to the universes he is written in . ships may take a bit / i may be picky when it comes to them due to the fact he is pretty closed off , as they fear their visions will ultimately end up with his lover hurt .

existing ships : asess - chess ( foolsmiles ) & sus - suzie ( wiredsmile )

〆 WHERE TO FIND ME ?

you can also find me over at my multifandom blog @thesilverscreamz as well as @prettyjaws for my multimuse of canons and originals . if you would like my discord just send me a message ! other blogs of mine include @waviaries .        » PINTEREST + CARRD + MY PSDS «

[goryreverie]

to be frank , aspen could give a rat's ass about what kind of flowers he received - it was the idea that anyone would ever get him flowers that filled their chest with a tightening love . but . . . they are very beautiful . chess is speaking , and he is listening , but his eyes have remained on the flowers as they lean in to gently sniff at them ( pink , yellow , red carnations and baby's breath to decorate with stems of leaves to fill in the spaces ) . and then the cinnamon rolls reach his nostrils and he melts instantly . a warm wave of comfort washes over their body and any tension that once took its home in his bones was evicted . cinnamon rolls reminded him over such a simpler time - to memories of waking up a bit earlier in the morning to have time to make cinnamon rolls with his mother before having to leave for school . aspen takes both items in his hands , practically burying his noise amongst the flowers and looking up at chess through his lashes .

❝ i don't know , ❞ he responds with a nervous laugh , ❝ i was hoping you had a plan . i don't really , um , know what you're supposed to do on valentines day . . . ❞ reality to it all was that there was no one way to celebrate valentines , rather it was simply the act of just being with your partner that mattered ; and all aspen ever wanted was to be beside chess . aspen rubs at the back of their neck awkwardly as they step inside the home leaving the door open for chess to step inside , and he takes his new gifts into the kitchen where he gets to work placing the flowers in a glass vase . ❝ but i'm sure miss nancy next door won't mind staying with mama for the day . ❞

valentine’s day. the holiday of love. it’s no surprise that it’s chess’ favorite holiday, seeing all the love pouring into the cafe, around the city on the sidewalks and in the other shoppes, watching the excited people finding treats for their loved ones. he would always stop by miss flora’s shoppe and but her some of her own flowers, then take up his shift making heart shaped goods at the cafe, carefully make a heart in someones latte— except this year, instead if working, lassie let him have the day off. he wakes up early to make mini cinnamon rolls with pecans on top, two bags worth so he can give one to miss flora in exchange for a double order of flowers: one for her, one for his valentine.

he bounces on his feet outside of their door, knocking in a pattern he knows will be familiar, and can’t hold back his excited smile. once the door opens, his smile brightens, and the flowers once behind his back are thrust out to his front alongside the bag in his other hand. he giggles at aspen, shakes his head. “it’s alright! and it doesn’t matter. happy valentine’s day, love.” he leans down to give him a quick peck on the cheek, still bouncing on his toes. “would you rather stay in today or go out? i wanna do everything you wanna do.” he peers down at aspen with a love that fills his chest with such intensity he almost can’t bear it. “i hope i got the flowers right. these are the ones you like, right? and i hope the ‘mon rolls are good. i rushed a little.”