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ghouljams · 9 months
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Fae!Gaz meets his darling. I have a few other fae!Gaz darling asks that I might answer because he's another that's had a few. But this one is His Darling, y'know?
"Can I have your cherry?" You look over at the man next to you, his bored expression.
"Uh." He points at your drink.
"Your cherry, they didn't give me one and it's my favorite part." You glance down at his drink, realization hitting you.
"Oh," you laugh and fish the cherry off your ice, "Oh my god, sorry. I thought you were hitting on me."
He hums as you settle the bright red fruit in his waiting hand. He tosses it into his mouth stem and all, chews it for a moment then pulls the stem from his lips. Three neat knots tied in it as he sets it on the bar in front of you.
"No. This is me hitting on you." You stare at the stem in shock, you've never seen someone do that. You've heard enough people brag about tying one knot, but three? You look at him and he's smiling, it's dazzling. "I'm Gaz, I didn't get your name."
Like a stunned fool you give it to him, and he smiles a little brighter. It feels a little easier to talk to him, he taps his finger against the bar, you want to talk to him. You're sure your friends are having fun on the dance floor, you're sure they're waiting for you, but his eyes keep pulling you back every time you look away. Your conversation flows and wanders about nothing, about everything, you aren't sure what you're talking about. Just exchanging stories, you think.
"So," Gaz drags the word out, you hum, warm from your drinks, they seem to appear every time you finish one(not that you're complaining), "what do you want?"
"What do I want?" You fumble the question, leaning against the bar and rocking on your heels, "mozzarella sticks." You nod, yeah, you're starving. You wonder if your friends would want to find a McDonald's after this. Gaz chuckles.
"No, I mean really want?" His eyes narrow, smile dropping, it's the first time you've seen his amicable expression change, "I can't pin you down, you're too…"
"Too…?" You raise your brows, this is a weird direction for the conversation to take. You'd thought maybe it would go more along the lines of 'do you want to go home with me?'
"Doesn't matter."
"I guess I don't really want anything," you tell him with a frown. Gaz laughs.
"No, no that's not possible." You frown a little harder, not a fan of the way he says that. Like you're being childish by even implying you might be happy as you are. Your therapist is going to hear about this. You tug your wallet from your pocket and pull a few bills free, probably way overpaying when you toss them on the bar.
"It's been nice talking to you Gaz," you tell him, turning to leave. He says your name and shudder runs through you, like someone walked over your grave.
"Stay," he orders you like a dog, and you can't disobey. He turns your face with gentle fingers, so he can look in your eyes again. "Now," he raises his other hand and touches his finger to your forehead, "tell me what you really want."
Your brows furrow, your mouth opening to say something, you don't really know what. For so long all you've wanted was to be happy, and by God you put the work into it. You pulled yourself out of the pit, you dragged your ass to therapy, you did the stupid exercises, you are finally happy. What more could you want?
Gaz stares at you, watches your brows, your softly parted lips, your eyes searching his like he could find the answer for you. You say nothing. He taps you again, digs a little deeper. Your eyes go glassy, you say nothing. He goes to tap you again and something clicks into place, some internal defense forces words from your mouth to keep him out of the depths.
"I guess," you drawl, "it might be fun to fall in love." He blinks, waits for a hook to catch. Nothing. Jesus Christ what the actual fuck is wrong with you? Or right with you, he supposes.
"Give me your number," he tells you, handing you his phone.
"Kay," you sound so sweet, soft for him while you type your number into his phone. You hand it back, your contact name has a little heart next to it. Cute.
"Go on doll, back to your friends," he nods towards the dance floor. You nod and start to walk away from him. He can feel his influence loosening the further you get, the more people surround you, but that's just fine. You'll be hearing from him soon. Everyone wants something, he'll figure it out sooner or later.
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synonymroll648 · 1 year
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from a vibes perspective, i totally understand why so many people look at keefe and go ‘this guy would be the male equivalent of a wine aunt when he’s older’. 
but. but. 
taking lore into consideration, in my heart, he’s terrified of alcohol (even if he tries really hard to hide it). because. like. his first exposure is almost guaranteed to be through cassius, and cassius canonically threw a glass extremely close to him at least once when he was, like, 8. maybe cassius wasn’t always extra nasty when he was drunk, but there’s gotta be a correlation in keefe’s brain between risking getting seriously hurt (emotionally or physically) and alcohol consumption that’s really hard for him to shake. 
#tw alcohol#tw child abuse mentions#lmk if there's more trigger warnings i should put#i have a thing for hurt/comfort lmao#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#this is brought to you by:#that one fic my brain started writing internally where it's sophie's 21st bday and she's like man i#have saved the world so many times we've all lost count. i want a fucking drink#and keefe's internally like OH GOD OH FUCK in a bad way but externally he's like yeah babe whatever you want!!#and then she's like. i don't wanna do anything super stupid though. and drinking alone is super stupid when you've never drank before#will you stay w/ me? please?#and keefe's like. i cannot say no to that face#so he spends the night doing an increasingly bad job of hiding how bad he's freaking out#because sophie is a safe space and alcohol is not safe and he doesn't know how to deal w/ the two colliding#ESPECIALLY since sophie's just getting dorkier and sweeter as her filter goes down instead of throwing insults or objects at him#(i feel like sophie would be the kind of drunk that's very impulsive and says EVERYTHING that comes to the forefront of her mind#and stellarlune was more than enough to prove that she sees keefe and a lot of the time her brain just goes hnnngh soft little tortured#artist. MY soft little tortured artist.)#yeah but even intoxicated sophie can tell something's wrong even before he flinches super obviously at an empty glass falling over w/o#breaking. and so she's like nah man it's hurt/comfort time and he's like BUT YOUR BIRTHDAY and she's like do you really think i'm#gonna just let go of the fact that i know you're stressed? i'm not a dickhead keefe#so yeah it ends in cuddles. because of course it does#keefe sencen#annnnd out of the drafts this goes. post!
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dragonsandtoast · 1 month
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Do vampires like sleeping in coffins because it reminds them of caves? Cause they're basically like bats, but human.
Do some vampires sleep upside down in caves instead? To get back to their "roots"?
Maybe they just like the dark.
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trenchcoat-gecko · 10 months
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If u ever catch me accidentally writing they/them pronouns for sonic, dont worry about it……. The mc in my book uses they/them and i’m in the habit of typing that
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rainia · 1 year
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one of the wild things about america lore ( as far as I can make out) is the commonplace ownage and usage of driers. Imagine. Just putting things into the drier, instead of the tedious hanging on the line. and it’s so normal for yall... casual even. mind-blowing.
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harley-the-pancake · 1 year
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Reasons to have irls who are into MCYT and irls who are not into MCYT:
You have friends who will ramble to you and with you about block man, people you can ramble to and they just listen and nod along, and people that you know not to mention as much or go into depth with MCYT with because they aren’t as much of a fan
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hoeratius · 1 year
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Most of the time I'm SO good at English and then once in a while, I need to look up the most basic things
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takaraphoenix · 9 months
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Being a DC Comics fan really is like;
Learning about a new project: 👀👂
Learning details/who is involved in it: 🚫😬🚫
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eemoo1o-kuroo · 1 year
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Sk8 AU where Reki gets his licence and Oka gives him his old truck, and so he and Langa just drive around (aka. Reki becomes the designated driver for him and Miya).
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maybeiwasjustjade · 1 year
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what spring does to cherry trees (my love, your ghost still haunts me)
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Remember summers spent underneath its shade; winter bonfires, and roasted s’more competitions. Stolen kisses while the pack pelted them with leaves and branches for breaking the no PDA rules. Slow dances at midnight. The perpetual sound of laughter as Spring brought the trees back to life. Eli’s first steps.
It was only fitting that Theo was buried at the place where Liam had realized he had fallen in love again.
If he tries hard enough, he could almost see it—hidden underneath a knot at the center of the tree, the lowest branches curved around it like the arms of an angel—a stone tablet with the initials T.A.R lovingly carved onto it.
It’s been ten years.
He should take a look.
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synonymroll648 · 2 years
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the thing about keefe sencen is that i’m 99% sure that if sophie ever got a haircut (be it a bob cut or a masc cut) and/or if fitz dyed his hair pink, he’d be chill about it externally, but you’d find him documenting his spiral into bi-panic-induced insanity drawing them and their new styles over and over and over in the middle of the night with deranged notes on the sides of his sketchbook like ‘WHO THE FUCK SAID THEY GET TO BE THIS HOT’ and ‘I’M LITERALLY DYING OVER HERE’ 
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If only AI became as little used as message recording on phones is.
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partiallypearl · 1 year
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if you ever want a crackship to have content,, bring it to @relentlessescapism and i. those bitches will be shipped by EVERYONE when we’re done w them
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trashy-greyjoy · 3 months
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really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.
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calamitys-child · 2 months
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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas
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kazieka · 1 year
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so I started a new anxiety medication this past week and so far it’s been going very well except that I have extremely vivid dreams and apparently sleep texting. I seem to have sent this at 3am and i have no memory of it
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but i am Right
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