#he never knew how much he would miss the cold rains of home 🥺

[greyvvardenfell]

surprise, I am asking you more questions about Verian.

I will include the Q's here so you don't have to go digging for the ask again:

6. What weather does your PC prefer? Why? 11. How does your PC show affection? 12. If your PC had to set up a date, what would they plan for it? (Consider this a platonic date/friend hangout for presumably ace/aro Verian.)

22. What is your PC’s #1 personality strength?

appreciate including the questions!

6. What weather does your PC prefer? Why?

overcast, about to rain is his fave. scents stay closer to the ground and the moisture in the air makes tracks show up more clearly. sure his bones ache a little more, but that's fine :). there's work to do :). fr though he loves a good pine forest on an overcast morning when it rained the night before and will again.

11. How does your PC show affection?

now that i remeber'd to answer them, ray asked this

12. If your PC had to set up a date, what would they plan for it?

in reference to the showing affection answer, he's big on quality time. so anything that would involve a nice, low-impact going out to the woods or co-arting, maybe? something where there's enough to keep everyone in the hang out occupied without him having to do much social heavy lifting would be ideal lol

22. What is your PC’s #1 personality strength?

dude perseveres and perseveres and perseveres. once he's caught sight of a goal, that's what's gonna happen. is this a good thing or a bad thing? yes :)

[angelbaby-fics]

Chosen Family

Pairing: CG!Ransom x Little!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mean family members and a canon referencing curse word!

A/N: Ahh the Ransom feels continue.... I saw Glass Onion recently and I absolutely loved it, but it sure made me miss Chris 😅 so of course I've been revisiting Knives Out now 💕 This is kind of based on a true story with my own family, only I wish I had protective Ransom to come rescue me 🥺😣 so even if that didn't happen in real life, I can just write it instead 💕💕 enjoy!!

The tires of Ransom’s car threw gravel across the driveway as he peeled in, coming to a stop directly in front of the house. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than absolutely necessary, and this was the easiest way for a quick getaway. You’d fallen asleep in the backseat on the drive over, the rain on the windows and the winding forest roads lulling you to dreamland. Ransom grabbed your backpack out of the passenger seat and got out of the car. He circled around to your door and opened it, noticing you wince as you felt a blast of cold outdoor air enter the heated car. He undid your seatbelt and lifted you out of the car and into his arms, while you buried your head in his sweater clad shoulder, desperately clinging onto your nap.

“I know, I know, doll. We just have to make an appearance and then we can go home and cuddle by the fire, you like that?” Ransom said softly in your ear, petting your head against his chest. “You wanna walk by yourself, baby?”

“Mmm…” You mumbled, which Ransom knew meant no. You’d been more little this week, more often. The dreary weather and stress of the holiday season, the fact that the sun was gone by 4pm, all this had you falling deeper and deeper into headspace as winter settled over Massachusetts. Not that Ransom minded at all, but you’d never been so little at one of his family’s big gatherings, and he was anxious to see how this day would play out. 

“Aww, come on, baby, I know you can do it.” He said, attempting to lower you to the ground, but your legs latched around his torso. Just then, Harlan’s dogs came bolting from across the yard. Ransom backed up against the car, trying to shoo the dogs away, not wanting to get dirty paw prints and slobber on his clothes. They growled at him, sensing his rigid energy, before you unclenched your fist from Ransom’s sweater and reached a little hand down to give the nearest pup a pat on the head.“Hello good doggy.” You said quietly with a smile, wriggling out of Ransom’s grasp to better play with the dogs. 

“So you won’t walk for daddy, but you will for a doggy, huh?” Ransom laughed, patting your head as your affection subdued the dogs. They happily trotted alongside you as you approached the big house, and Ransom grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze before you walked in. “Well, nice of you to finally join us.” A scathing voice floated through the foyer. 

You shifted behind Ransom, slightly shielding yourself from the judgment of his family. You knew they didn’t like him, and by extension, that meant they didn’t like you. Usually you were big enough to hold your own against them, or to stay home alone when you weren’t feeling up to it, but you’d been inseparable from Ransom lately, and when you were still regressed the day of the Thrombey’s annual holiday dinner, he brainstormed all the ways to get you through the event with as little incident as possible. That’s when Ransom shrugged your backpack off his shoulder and handed it to you.“Here you go, angel,” he whispered, “go run upstairs and play with your toys until it's time to go, alright?”

You nodded, taking the bag and running up the staircase to an empty room where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed, leaving Ransom to face the brunt of his family on his own. As much as he hated having to spend an afternoon with them, he’d do it a million afternoons if it meant you could be spared. 

You dumped the contents of your backpack onto the rug, scanning your eyes over them before reaching for your iPad. You didn’t get much screentime when you were little, Ransom preferring to have you spend quality time with him, so you were delighted to see he’d packed your tablet for you, allowing for a rare opportunity to rot your brain on mobile apps all afternoon. Your favorite game was still on the loading screen when you heard a voice carry out in the hallway. 

“So bizarre… like his little pet.” You heard someone say.

“Honestly, if I were Ransom I’d be so annoyed.” Another one chimed in.

And you felt it. The words hit your core like a bomb, wiping out any bit of confidence and joy you had in your headspace. You knew they probably talked about you and your relationship with Ransom, your big self knew that kind of gossip was inevitable, but you’d never heard it for yourself, especially in such a sensitive state. The words cut through you like icicles, freezing your blood and your body in place.

Annoying. 

Bizarre. 

Little pet.

Was this true? Were you annoying to Ransom, following him around everywhere, relentlessly clinging to his side? Was that why he’d sent you up here all by yourself, to get rid of you for at least an afternoon of relief? The faces of the colorful characters on your favorite app blurred through your tears as these thoughts swirled around your head. You wished you’d never heard them at all. 

Someone else had heard them too.

Ransom had been stomping his way up the steps, already wanting to leave the gathering after just a few agonizing minutes with his mother, when he heard his cousin’s voice from a nearby room, and then his name. He heard the nasty things they said about you and prayed to anyone listening that you weren’t within earshot. As soon as he found you, still sitting frozen on the carpet with tears streaming down your face, he knew that prayer hadn’t been heard. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ransom muttered, coming towards you with open arms, but you pushed him away. “No, it's okay, I just want to go home.” You whispered, shoving all your belongings back into your backpack.

“Absolutely, honey, I was just about to say the same thing.” Ransom replied, taking the backpack from you and slinging it over his shoulder. “I could’ve carried that.” You spat, hurrying past him out the door and down the hallway towards the stairs. Ransom sped up to match your stride, wanting more than anything else in the world to get both you and him out of that house as soon as possible. You pushed open the front door, Ransom yelling an emotionless “goodbye” to the rest of the family before slamming it behind him. He reached towards the back seat door to open it for you, but you were already getting settled in the front, pulling your seatbelt across your chest. Ransom got in the driver’s seat, zooming out of the driveway just as hastily as he’d arrived. The two of you remained silent throughout the journey home. You stared out the window with a head full of overwhelming thoughts until finally they got too much and spilled out.

“Am I annoying?” You whispered as the Beemer pulled into yours and Ransom’s driveway.

“Not in a million years, angel.” Ransom answered, confidently and quickly, with all his heart.

“But I heard Joni say… I’m like a pet. And Meg said you’re annoyed by it. Your family hates me.”

“Baby ignore them. They’re idiots and they can all eat shit.” He said with a grin that he hoped you’d return, but once again he was out of luck.

“But… but they’re your family!” You sniffled, finally turning to look at him. . “Not anymore, not after tonight. I don’t associate with people who can’t respect my little angel. You’re the only family I need, babydoll.”

The tiniest hint of a smile ghosted your face when you heard your favorite pet name. Ransom hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your face slightly so he could see it better, and gave you a soft, sweet kiss on your lips. “You are too, daddy.”

“There’s my baby. Now to make up for today, I think someone deserves lots and lots of cuddles!”

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

My Mary-Ace Merrill propaganda is working~💗💖💗💖

GOD PLEASE IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK MORE ABOUT THE GIRLIES BEING FRIENDS PLEAAAASE!! I love genderfluid Ace and it's something so strangely personal to me and so sweet and he's sooo fruity and I'm sure Nancy would adore her very strange, literal queer, of a boyfriend-girlfriend.🥺🥺

Ace: Shut up Nancy! Go water the garden with your cloudy eyes why don't you! Rain floods pouring in from NANCY!!"

Mary: Ohhh shh, shh!! It's Okey! I-i used to cry a lot to when I was little! I was real bad about biting my cheeks so I didn't make sounds...bleed right in my mouth! ....oh Nancy, Nancy, it's Okey dear, come on, shh...

Ace: ....Nancy, look...go...just...Nancy go away.

Mary: Oh Nancy, ma..maybe not today i-im sick with a cold- NO! ahah, n-no don't come over I don't need soup, spring floral cold is all...

Ace: here, don't, I repeat. Don't. You. Dare. Say a word miss water works, could power so much with your damn eyes...

Mary: ...Nancy? Can...here, for, being so...sweet and friendly to me all the time, you make me feel like a real girl! -o-oh you know, somtimes a girl just doesn't feel herself is all!!

Ace: fine you can come over but do NOT go into my bedroom, or the guest room, and if you do, ask me, and do NOT open the clothes hampers or my closet understand!?

Mary: Ace isn't home! Oh yeah, I take over the guest room! But he let's me keep stuff in his room too! Awwee he, he canceled date night? Ohh...oh- OH! i-i-i can call him! He didn't Janelle he just isn't here, oh i-im sorry I'm sure he forget, Ace is forgetful...why don't I take you out! I-im no, boy or Ace, but a girls dated i-i mean a a....well why not a show and soda?

Ace: .....Nancy, I....I'm gonna go out today, but... you can...wander around today if you'd like, the house, its...free now, do your girlie snooping.

Ace: .....Surprise?? ...i..got flowers incase you hate me- you don't? ....wlel kf xource I thought you'd hate me, I'm some queer fairy playing dress up! - YOU KNEW?! oh..date..night, y-yeah guess..and the fact you don't see us together, man your really smart remind me to never skip our anniversary or try and cheat on you💖💗💖 little miss garden detective...why that? Well...you cry and flowers need water, and flowers are jn gardens, and well...your like a detective with...connecting dots- it's bad I'm sorry...

Mary: ....morning pretty girl~ wanna go to the candy shop and swim later? Hmmm?? Yesss, this is the infamous routine I do as Mary~ yes of cource it's a wig I can't grow my hair out Nancy are you crazy!? ....now come on I need help with my zipper please.

YOU HAVE TO STOP ME!!!

I WILL DEADASS DO NOTHING TO STOP YOU KEEP IT COMIN

What if I just dreamt about them all night last night guys how deep am I in oh Lord-

All these scenarios made get on my floor in a fetal position crying HELPPPPP?? AUGHHH

Richard and Nancy would do anything for their gal in making her feel safe and happy- Nancy being sweet and hanging out with her and Eyeball literally ready to throw fists at any comment or catcall thrown Mary's way.

"remind me to never skip our anniversary or try and cheat on you💖💗💖" THE WAY I CACKLEDDD

The way Ace slowly starts letting his guard down around Nancy and getting more comfortable with her learning about when she's Mary just made me... JUST PLUCK AT MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE A HARP WILL YOU 😫

Im not normal about this anymore and it's plaguing my mind 👁👁

[trickstarbrave]

💖, 🥺, 🎶, and 🤲 for the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask! Any, all, none! 🖤

💖 What made you start writing?

oh god. i dont remember. i have been writing fanfics since i was like 12 in middle school. i guess i just saw fanfic for the first time then and went "holy shit you can make your own stories???????" and went off the rails. never rly stopped tbh

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i love just like. writing the little physical touches that show how close two characters are. little couple interactions. nerevar having voryn feel his beating heart, voryn fussing over nerevar's hair, either of them comforting each other by rubbing the other's arm and shoulders.... touch is such a fun thing to play with in fics and i think can communicate a lot about how two character's feel or how they work together. idk. two characters touch tenderly and brain go brrrrr

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

sometimes yeah! if i wanna set a mood i'll listen while i write or before on loop for ideas. chapter 11 of moon and star i wrote while listening to the song "take me back to eden" and "rain" by sleep token and i think it shows tbh. but maybe im just insane i cant stop listening to sleep token please help

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

sure. actually i rly do wanna share this one rly bad actually but mind the spoilers (also i gotta change some things in it LMAO im shifting stuff around atm if it changes later u know why)

He was in a tent. A nordic tent to be precise. He recognized the style from when he was captured, though this tent was far more elegant and homely than the one they kept prisoners in. There was only a dim lantern lighting up, illuminating the space with a soft, golden-orange glow. 

Voryn stripped off his robes, letting the fabric fall from his shoulders with practiced grace and elegance, knowing another was watching him. Gooseflesh broke out across his skin as he shivered slightly from the cold air meeting him. He tried to suppress it, but it was far too difficult in this climate. Yet, he wasn’t cold for long; as his robes met the carpeted ground two large, calloused hands were rubbing against his shoulders, before warm arms took him into an embrace. 

“Daelha,” Despite saying a chimeri word, the nordic accent on the man’s tongue was thick and heavy. But in its own way it was endearing—he adored Voryn so much he wanted to refer to Voryn as ‘love’ in Voryn’s tongue so he knew his earnestness. “So beautiful, as always…” He marveled, gently stroking along his skin. Voryn had to suppress a needy hiss from the brush of rough skin on his lower stomach only fanning the flames of his desire more. Then, he twisted, facing his lover properly. 

Blue eyes stared at him with warmth and affection twinking in them, a heavy grey-brown beard on a man who barely stood taller than him. Yet, despite the satisfaction that came with knowing he was loved, there was a gnawing at his core that wouldn’t go away. A hunger that was left unfulfilled. Something so tantalizingly close, and yet so far. 

Laid out on the cot, his want only grew stronger as he lost himself in the body of the powerful warrior on top of him. He moaned and sang and cried just as he knew he enjoyed it, but part of him wasn't there at that moment. A fragment of his heart was somewhere further away, and its absence was deafeningly loud. The blue of this man’s eyes was more like snow kissed mountains than the blaring hot sky. His body was too large and too tall, even if in its own way it was satisfying to be held and thrusted into by him. His beard too, while part of him enjoyed the way it tickled him when they kissed and curled up together, reminded him of what he was missing. 

A face crossed his mind as he screwed his eyes shut, and guilt followed. A golden face with snow-white hair and a devilish grin. He always felt guilty thinking of him when making love to another, yet it was sometimes impossible not to. Voryn could tell this was another one of those nights—another night he could only find release by imagining making sweet love to Nerevar instead. His lover’s calloused hands turned into the fantasy of Nerevar touching him, and the nordic accent fades softly, the tone shifting in his ears. He wondered what Nerevar would say, if he was under the other chimer. Would Nerevar affectionately call him ‘love’ just like the nord did? Would he be sweet and gentle with all the brutal strength in his body? Or would he be rough and cruel? 

Voryn sometimes felt like he hated Nerevar, especially in moments like this. Neht haunted his thoughts, and yet cruelly ignored him. When he was captured, Nerevar didn’t even come to his rescue, instead stationing himself on the other side of Resdayn. While Voryn was getting himself out of that mess, seducing their enemy in exchange for freedom and information while his heart grieved his mother, Nerevar was trying to win the queen’s favor. When he was finally freed and saw him again, the mer only awkwardly patted him on the shoulder and gave a half hearted, sheepish smile and said he was happy to see Voryn again. 

He wondered if Nerevar wished he had died instead. 

The feeling was burning hot in his chest when he thought of it, tears stinging his eyes. His lover brushed them away with all the tenderness he always craved from Neht, and that only made his guilt grow. The leader of House Dagoth instead moaned louder, wrapping his long legs around him, and buried his face in his shoulder. His guilt ached like a raw wound as he forced himself to think about Nerevar again, about Nerevar kissing him and fucking him to completion. Of Nerevar wanting him just as badly as Voryn wanted him. 

And it was because of that Voryn knew he didn't deserve this man either. If Nerevar was horrible, then Voryn was just as bad, making love to someone as gentle as him while thinking of his oldest friend. 

“Daelha…” Voryn mumbled back as he was kissed over and over again on the cot, pressed firmly under his lover’s weight. After sex he was always affectionate, something that made Voryn feel guiltier the longer it continued. At least he knew he was guilty and wanted to do away with the habit. In time he hoped the feeling would leave him, and he could finally love this man with all his heart as he deserved…

Voryn sat straight up out of bed with a start, panic rushing through him. He felt nauseous—positively sick, his mind trying to make sense of what he saw in his dream.

It was realistic. Far too realistic for comfort. He could taste the man on his tongue, feel the chill in the air, and then the heat of the nord’s body. It felt like a memory he was reliving, not a dream. 

But how could that be? How could he conceive of a lover that wasn’t Nerevar? How could he lay beneath someone else and hold back moaning Nerevar’s name? How could part of him hate Nerevar and hate himself all at once? And why did part of him still think of that other man’s face and feel a pang of longing and guilt even now that he was awake? 

The information sunk in as he forced himself to ignore the sex that made him feel too many incomprehensible emotions. Nerevar hadn’t rescued him. He had used his trained skills of seduction to get himself out of it. He laid beneath the leader of the nords and whispered sweet nothings and promises to help him. He…

Voryn had taken Ysmir Wulfharth as a lover. Continued to lay with him long after he needed to for freedom. Whispered promises and battle plans in his ear, as he worked to find the heart of a god.

Voryn had betrayed his people, his country, and Nerevar. 

“Voryn…?” Nerevar sleepily awoke, rolling over to look up at him. In the moonlight filtering in through the windows, Voryn could see the blue of his eyes and bile climbed up his throat as he scrambled out of bed. 

“Voryn?” Nerevar asked again, now more awake and worried. “I need some air.” Voryn said swiftly, tugging on a robe. “I just need some air.” 

He rushed to the balcony, dry heaving. The cool air provided some relief, but he felt even more ashamed of himself, unable to make sense of such a revelation. 

Voryn would never betray Nerevar, would he? Nerevar had told him he only stood against him because the Heart of Lorkhan had driven him to madness. That he wasn’t in his right mind when he attacked Nerevar. And Voryn had believed him—why else would he ever try to harm Neht if it wasn’t because he wasn’t able to think clearly? 

He could feel the hate burning in his chest though, white hot and angry. He knew the emotion was something vile and twisted. Hate, rage, and vindictive spite. He loved and wanted the man who denied him and pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length. Voryn wanted him so much he despised Nerevar, until it twisted him and corrupted him. He loved Nerevar so much it turned to pure hatred and rage that he couldn’t have him. And yet, even in that swirling pit of rage over the fact that Nerevar had essentially thrown him to the hounds, he still needed him to the point he hated himself. Until it was driving him mad. Until he saw Nerevar in another and desperately tried to claw those fragments of Nerevar closer and closer. 

Voryn had seen who he used to be, like a reflection in a shattered mirror. And he did not like what he saw—what he knew. 

“Are you alright?” Nerevar asked, now dressed in a loose robe himself. The hand rubbing soothing circles was too similar to how the memory of Wulfharth touching him, and the shame made him burn and ache with self loathing. He wished he could curl up and die right there, that he had the nerve to fling himself off this balcony, but instead all he could do was grip the balcony railing until his knuckles went white as tears rolled down his face. “Voryn…?” Nerevar’s voice was soft and sweet, unlike the voice of Nerevar he remembered laying under another man. 

In this life, Nerevar came for him. In this life, Nerevar loved and embraced him. Voryn was ever grateful for that, taking immense joy and solace in the fact he was not lost like the other version of himself. 

But now Voryn knew what kind of twisted, ugly person he would be without that love. What a horrible person he would become. There was no excuse for what he did—he wanted love selfishly—wanted it because he felt entitled, because it wasn’t given to him. He wanted Nerevar all to himself, and selfishly sought to comfort himself in a way that might harm the other for his own benefit. And a core part of him, that seed of something vile, was still inside him whether he wanted it to be or not.

“I’m sorry…” Voryn sobbed, unable to hold back the shaking in his body. “Neht, I’m so—please…” 

“Voryn—” Nerevar took him by the shoulders and turned him around, forcing Voryn to face him. The look of pure concern on his face, the love and adoration and honesty swirling in his eyes was too much. 

Voryn turned sharply again, throwing up over the balcony. Nerevar—kind, sweet Nerevar—pulled his hair out of his face as he indecently wretched and continued to gag long after the contents of his stomach were empty. And then, like a broken doll, his legs collapsed as he sank onto the stone balcony, trembling and sobbing.

“Shh…” Nerevar soothed him, before gently scooping him up off the cold stone. He left the doors to the balcony open to let in the much appreciated cool breeze and laid Voryn on the bed, letting him curl up. With gentle, clumsy hands he pulled the hair from his face once more, braiding it quickly and messily just to get it out of the way, tying it off. And then he went to the water pitcher in the room bringing a glass for Voryn and also soaking a rag, wiping it across his clammy forehead. 

Unworthy, Voryn’s mind hissed. How unworthy you are of his kindness when you would betray him so callously. How cruel you are to hurt him and lie to him just because you selfishly wanted him to love you back.

And his mind was correct—how could Voryn be worthy when he was only loyal right now because he got what he wanted? How is he worthy of Nerevar when he was so loving and kind like this, while Voryn hated and despised him in the past? He was selfish, greedy, and cruel to hurt the man he claimed to love because his affections weren’t returned. Not even that harlot Vivec slept with Ysmir Wulfharth just because he couldn’t have Nerevar.

“I think you ate something you shouldn’t have,” Nerevar’s voice was soft. “It clearly didn’t agree with your stomach.” Ah, how was he still so busy fussing over Voryn like this? Hadn’t Nerevar seen him in the past, so cruel and vile? How could Nerevar treat him so kindly now that Voryn didn’t deserve it? How could Neht love him after all that Voryn had done?

He only loves you because he lied to himself, the sinister voice in his mind whispers. He tells himself you didn’t mean it, that you were driven mad by divine power. How could he ever love you knowing all that you’ve done? He would hate you, just as much as you hate yourself.

[dippindaz]

Hi…! First of all I really like your writing and I couldn’t help but request ✨

Could you maybe do an angsty one with Bo when the reader (it can be female or g/n as you wish) has been feeling like he isn’t paying attention to them and starts to be needy but bo is like “uh get off’me” and one day he explodes and screams that reader is to clingy and some other harsh words but when the reader stops being needy bo realizes what he’s done wrong and finds a way to get them back? Like super angsty but with a fluff ending?

Sorry if it’s super specific 🥺 I really want something like this and I’ve never find anything like this.

Thank you in advance and if your not okay writing I understand. ❤️❤️

Oohhh such a sad but cute idea 🥺 Also, thank you so much! :) sorry this took me like a year to write I was struggling man LMAO, I was struck with inspiration so here you are finally. Also sorry it isn’t as fluffy as it could be. Unedited btw!

Soft raining nights were your favorite at Ambrose. Bo seemed to not just tolerate your clinginess, but enjoy it. Something about the sound of rain and your warm body next to his seemed to mellow him out.

It was summer now, the sun was constantly out the heat was unbearable. What made it all worse was that no matter how you tried you couldn’t sleep anymore, not without him.

“Would ya just leave me the fuck alone?!” Bo turned and shouted at you. Your eyes widened and met his.

You had just tried to give him a hug while he work on his engine, why was he so angry? “I’m sorry...”

“You ain’t fuckin’ sorry, ya always do this shit, it’s the middle of the fuckin’ summer and I can’t fuckin’ focus with ya always tryna hang off me. Just go the fuck away.”

Your eyes burned but you refused to let it show, you couldn’t. “Fine.” You said, voice wavering.

Bo said nothing as you walked away, once out of sight you just ran to the house and began piling up all your clothes.

You knew he wouldn’t be home till late so you sued that time to move all your belongings into one of the random Ambrose houses.

When he came home and found out you were missing his heart had dropped, had he been that bad?

He ran all over Ambrose trying to find you, eventually he saw you through a window, crying into a pillow. He didn’t know what to do, you’d never gone so far as to leave the house. He was angry, sad, and felt guilty all at the same time. He had done good with not losing his temper on you, he had done really good. The heat, the sweat, the frustration of his damn truck not working, it all got to him.

Neither of you slept that night.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you jumped. Another nightmare. They’d been plaguing you ever since you left. Sometimes you questioned whether it was your fault or not. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so clingy? So annoying?

No, you couldn’t think like that. He needed to talk to you like an adult and tell you when he needed space. It had been a week though, was he ever going to? Would you ever him again? You hadn’t left the house you overtook Lester stopped by once to ask what was going on, but he hasn’t been by since.

The house felt so cold, and the bed so big. As much as he’d deny it Bo loved to cuddle, whenever he was sleeping he would be right beside, almost pushing you off the bed. Why wasn’t he here to do it now?

You shivered and pulled the blankets closer, maybe you should just apologize to get him back? He never was one to say sorry.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. Stop thinking like that. He isn’t worth you if he can’t even swallow his pride enough to say sorry for once.

Thump, thump, thump, rang through the house radiating from the door. You whipped your head that direction, as of you could see through the walls.

Your heart fluttered, what if it was Bo? Was here to say sorry? Or was he going to yell? Did it matter?

You jumped up from the mattress and hurried to the door, staying careful to not make a sound. Looking through the peephole you saw a black figure turned away from the door, heads on their head. Tense, they looked tense. It had to be Bo.

You stopped and took a slow breathe. You slowly unlocked the door, mentally preparing yourself for the shit show you believed was about to go down.

His figure had whipped around when they heard the door lock, he stood there his mind running with the hundreds of things he wanted to say, needed to say. But when you opened that door, when you met his gaze, his mind went blank. He stood their his mouth open trying to say something as he took you in. He though he missed you when he couldn’t see you, but fuck. His heart felt like it fell into millions of shattered pieces. Your eyes were red and puffy with dark circles. Your hair was knotted and messy.

You both stood there saying nothing. Just staring at the other. You could feel the tears beginning to make their way to your eyes. You wanted so badly to just fall into him and hold onto him. For him to rub your head and back as you sobbed. Yet, you couldn’t. You knew you had to stay strong.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” it was just barley audible, hardly even a whisper. But that was all it took.

Tears broke through your makeshift dam and your knees gave out. You collapsed to the floor sobbing. You thought he would’ve kept standing, maybe tried to pull you back to standing, but didn’t.

Bo fell down to the floor too and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “I’m so sorry.” His voice broke as he whispered.

He had never openly cried in front of you before. Here he was though, both trembling and tear drops falling onto your shoulder and back. The two of you say there for what must’ve been hours before you both finally calmed down.

“I love you, babygirl, an-and I’m so sorry I lost it. I promise you, I promise I’m gonna be better for you.” Oh great, here come your tears again. You trembled and pulled away from his hug.

Bo’s mouth opened to say something else but you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his lips into your’s.

“I forgive you.” You whispered as you pulled away. “I forgive you.”

Your lips met again, both of you clinging to the other as tight as you could.

Eventually, the two of you made your way into your bed and spent the night holding onto each other for dear life. It was first time in a week since either of you slept soundly.

The next morning you both brought your stuff back to your home. Bo ditched his brother with all the work and spent the entire day with you. He was sweet and gentle, helped you with cooking everything. It was strange, it was almost like your roles were suddenly reversed.

He talked to you as much as he could and would hug you whenever given the chance. It was a calm day for you both. A day to recuperate and just be with each other. All was well now. You both stuck to your promises to be better and more understanding with each other. It was worth it for him. It was worth it for you.

[gingeraleluke]

@lolalee24 headcannons!

*✧･ﾟ:*𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 *:･ﾟ✧*

y’all didn’t really like eachother when you first met, just because your personalities clashed

when you guys were alone for the first time, he knew there was something there

you guys immediately started dating and it moved pretty fast but y’all didn’t mind

he would always sleep over at your place before you eventually moved in together

he’d feel bad about taking up so much space in your small ass bed because of how gigantic he is

“vinnie what- it’s fine! come sleep with me!”

*grabs a towel to use as a blanket and lays on the couch* “no it’s okay just pretend i’m not here”

you dragged that fucker to your bed to snuggle

he squealed and fought back before falling asleep in your arms

the next morning, he was scared that you didn’t sleep well

“did i hog the sheets? i didnt, did i?”

“no, vinnie!”

once he finally believed you that you slept well, he wouldn’t hesitate to jump into your bed.

you had to tell him to stop jumping because he was gonna break the bed

i think you can figure out what made the bed so fragile 😏

he absolutely adores you

treats you like a princess

doesnt make plans without asking you first

“vinnie, you don’t have to ask me if you can hang out with your friends”

he loves your cooking, but one time you ended up cutting yourself while slicing strawberries and he freaked out

he doesn’t let you bake or cook for him anymore

he insists that it’s dangerous

he loves to listen to you sing in the shower

he blocks any hateful comments towards you because he doesn’t stand for that shit

he likes to stay home with you and likes it when you teach him how to draw stuff

“can you teach me how to draw a bunny?” 🥺

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*✧･ﾟ:*𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘́𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗧 *:･ﾟ✧*

you started off as friends with benefits

people kinda pressured you two to be together so y’all dated for a few days and broke up

but then y’all realized how badly you missed eachother

so he took you on a date and it was beautiful and felt so right

you have been in love ever since

he loves dancing in the kitchen with you while you are baking

he tells all his friends how insanely talented you are

he never shuts up about you

you guys aren’t big on PDA but you are always holding his hand

your family and friends love him and vice versa

winter vacations with him when you guys are making out in the cold >>

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*✧･ﾟ:*𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗚𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗥 *:･ﾟ✧*

mornings with him are the best

you laying on his bare chest while he plays with your hair

he loves singing with you, despite how much better you are than him

you are both artists so you guys love creating next to eachother

“hey, babe? how does this piece look?”

he calls you honey

he is husband material

he’s constantly kissing you and once he starts he can’t stop

he loves your lips so much

he loves dancing with you to slow songs

he always kisses your hand

sometimes for no reason

he just sees your hand while you are writing and kisses it

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*✧･ﾟ:*𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 *:･ﾟ✧*

when she found out you could sing, she had you help her and finneas out by singing back up vocals

you are always with her and her brother

she begs you to help her write music when she feels uninspired

buying pop rocks and tossing them into billies mouth, kissing her whenever you make it in

listening to rap music together

you bake for her all the time and she will post it on her insta stories

your families are so close

like billie LOVES your family

you helped her write i love you and she ended up breaking down in your arms

you are her happy place and always make her smile

dancing with her in the rain

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*✧･ﾟ:*𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗣𝗦𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗 *:･ﾟ✧*

he hates being vulnerable with you and is always trying to be strong for you

he thinks you are out of his league

he loves snuggling with you

you guys never leave the house and you constantly smell like his cologne

whenever you walk in on him crying, he will freak out and tell you to leave but you don’t

you sit on his lap and let him cry into your shoulder

he panics whenever you are sad and is really overprotective of you

listening and writing music together

he’s always super warm

he was so nervous meeting your parents but you helped calm him down

[dapper-comedy]

Please tell me more about Caspian because I love hearing about him and his wife 🥺

OH MAN.... hm... he's a lil complicated since he's an OC based on a world that isnt mine but i do love him very much-

So a quick summary of him (Im gonna put it under a readmore bc whenever I say quick it always turns out long-)

He was born in like, medieval times

His mother fell in love with a traveling merchant/jester and they met frequently, despite her father's attempts to separate them

He's not like. Super smart, bit of a himbo this one, although it makes him super self-conscious. He hates how dumb he is

He DOES however, take great pride in making people laugh even if it's at his own expense, something his grandfather loathed

His mother died when he was at a young age, so his grandfather and him moved to an entirely different kingdom to run away from the rumors of their family (btw his father disappeared someway along the line, so Caspian never knew him)

In this new kingdom, he meets the prince, Leo, and the prince's friend Penelope at a ball, (both of these characters are not mine! And belong to the lovely @noriaki-kak) and becomes quick friends (with some convincing from his grandfather)

He grows up with them and loves them very much and along the way he meets Giselle, his future-wife!

Giselle is super sweet, she's unfortunately a sickly girl, but she's incredibly mischievous, and quick-witted. She loves reading, and despite her weak stature, she gets up to whatever tricksy things she can, be it sneaking outside in the gardens, or just rummaging through whatever scriptures she can find. 

Even though her father dotes on her he's kinda relieved she's constantly holed up in her room due to her sickly state bc otherwise she would definitely sour their family reputation by her unladylike manner

Caspian has had a bad reputation in his youth- rumors said he was a devilchild cuz he kept getting fevers when walking in a church, and that his mother contorted with a demon which is why he was never seen again

So Edmund (his grandfather) sees Giselle and is just "oh thank god we can finally get him married to someone"

Giselle and Caspian got along very well! She enjoyed talking to him because his ideas of the world are very simple, but bizarre

However when she sees that he puts his own pride on the line for the sake of people's joy and laughter, she gently reprimands him- "I like talking with you, Caspian. But you shouldn't hurt yourself just for my entertainment. Are you okay-?"

Caspian adores her. He thinks her quick-wit is incredible, and she always has a snappish response in line for if someone ever insults either of them

He thinks she’s one of the smartest people he's ever met, and Giselle knows that Caspian has the biggest heart in all the land

Giselle is, as I said, often confined to her room- some days she's strong enough to walk, but others she simply stays at home

Caspian is always bringing little trinkets to her, whether he made them or found them in the markets, she’s always thrilled to receive them

There's a scene in my head of the two of them in her room, and it’s raining outside, and Giselle laments in the fact that she quite misses the rain

Caspian suddenly picks her up bridal style, and takes her out to her balcony, and sways her as if dancing

Neither of them say anything, and it's very romantic until Giselle sneezes and Caspian realizes that its probably not the best idea to bring someone of her state out in the cold rain and Freaks Out

Edmund, in an attempt to kill those rumors that haunted them once and for all, proposes they wed, and Giselle's father agrees

Caspian tries to go through the rehearsals, but he continues getting feverish and fainting spells when entering the church

So, Giselle proposes they wed in the gardens ("I like the violets there anyway.")

Edmund takes what he can get and Caspian just is happy she's not dissuaded

They're wed! And they're so happy and they love each other terribly!

And not even a few months later, Giselle dies to illness

So very Orpheus and Eurydice

Caspian is bereft with grief. All along this timeline, things have been getting progressively worse around him- The prince has undergone a beastly curse, and Penelope has taken it upon herself to taking over the throne and ridding the kingdom of any demonic magics

And as Caspian grieves, his grandfather, in a fit of rage reveals to him that he truly IS a devil child. His father was a demon, and Edmund brought whatever holy protection he could upon their house to ward off the demon from ever returning

He was the one who poisoned Caspian's mother, so he could kill off the root of those rumors, and take Caspian away- his one chance of redeeming their family name and carrying it through time

"This is your fault, you DEVIL-CHILD! This is what your unholy blood gets you!" He screams at his grandson, and Caspian is horrified and in utter despair

He truly believes everything is his fault. And so in a moment of utter sorrow, he goes to the nearby church, to end his life. At least he would end this unholy existence on holy ground

BUT WHATS THIS!?! A MAN JUMPS IN RIGHT WHEN THE DAGGER SWINGS- ITS HIS FATHER?!?!

Caspian's father Beck saves him, and yadda yadda yadda, couldnt visit his son when he was younger bc of the holy protection, and when he got older it just became worse timing so he hoped his son would be okay

Even though the church is burning him, Beck still holds his son, who eventually passes out

And he smuggles him into Hell, away from the horrible crumbling world Caspian was in before.

Caspian wakes up in hell! Wowie! Whats the first thing we should do!?!

Lets try and sneak into Heaven so we can see our dead wife

And the holy powers of Heaven are so strong so lets super mega burnt

And lets do this Several Times bc we love our wife so much and are desperate to see her again

Beck cant handle this- not only is Caspian getting injured time and again to see Giselle, he’s also gonna get caught by higher authorities, and having a living person in Hell is not the best move on Beck’s part

So... consumed by desperate to keep his son and himself safe... he removes his memories of Giselle

Anyway thats like. As brief as i can make caspian’s story. Ba-baaaaaa!