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666writingcafe · 10 days

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Level Six

Content Warning: sub!/needy!Lucifer antics ensue, possibly OOC?

It all ends in Lucifer's room.

Upon reaching his bedroom door, I notice a note taped to it. Reading it reveals that as soon as I enter the room, I must remain in there for thirty minutes. If I succeed, I'll earn my star.

I stick the note in my pocket, take a deep breath, and open the door. The sight that greets me makes me audibly gasp. Lucifer's wrists and ankles are tied to the bed, leaving him quite vulnerable to anything that wants to have their way with him. That, combined with the fact that he's naked and hard, tells me that this is going to be a long half-hour.

"MC." His voice is higher than usual, making him sound a bit whiny.

"Lucifer?" I walk up to the bed, resting my hand on the nearest post.

"Is this how you want me?"

"I mean, sometimes," I answer honestly. "I just want to be able to take care of you from time to time. You have so much on your plate, and you rarely get to relax."

"I suppose that's true." Lucifer sighs. "I'd be lying if I told you that I've never wanted to do something like this."

"Yeah, with Diavolo."

"With you," he corrects. He's never this candid with me. Not unless he's under the influence of something. Yet, when I question him about it, he tells me that he's completely sober.

I don't know who blushes more: me or Lucifer.

"Frankly, I'm surprised," I respond. "I didn't think you were the submissive type. Not willingly, anyway."

"Only with people I trust completely."

"I'd imagine that's a rather short list." He hums affirmatively.

"You're one of maybe five in my entire existence that I've felt comfortable sharing this with." I feel like my heart just leapt up my throat, making it impossible to speak. How in the world did I manage to do something like that? While I'm proving to be rather powerful, I'm still only a human.

"Quit it," he states.

"Quit what?"

"Thinking that you're unworthy. I don't make these kind of judgements lightly, MC. If I didn't think for a second that you'd be able to handle this appropriately, I wouldn't have agreed to indulge you in this particular way." His red eyes stare deep into mine, making me gulp. It reminds me that I'm dealing with the literal Avatar of Pride and not just some handsome guy off the street.

I have to distract myself. I can't give in now, not when I'm so close to completing this whole test.

I walk away from Lucifer, choosing to sit in his desk chair.

"MC, please." Ignoring him, I pick up one of the books off his desk and begin reading.

"MC!" Oh, he definitely sounds needy. And desperate. I take a deep breath, summoning as much self-control as I possibly can.

"No."

"Ple-ease!" Is he crying? "I wanna be your good boy so bad!" My hand grips harder on the book's spine. If he's acting, then he's nailing it.

"I can't." I hear him whimpering.

"Master, please." Oh shit. He's going there. "Give me an order. I'll do anything you ask me to." Glancing up from my book reveals a wide-eyed, flushed, and panting Lucifer. He looks so pretty right now.

How much time has passed?

"I would under any other circumstances, but not now."

"Whyyyy?!"

"Because I'd fail this part of the test." I try to focus my attention back on the book, but I hear Lucifer struggling against his restraints.

"Behaving like a brat isn't going to get you what you want, Lucifer." I'm surprised the thought escapes my mouth.

"I don't care. I need you, Master. I'll be so good for you."

"You're not being good right now." Would Asmo and Solomon consider this cheating? I hope not. I'm just trying to distract Lucifer--and myself--until the thirty minutes is up.

"If you untie me, I'll give you everything you ever dreamed of."

"Tempting, but no." His subsequent whining slowly turns into white noise, and I'm actually able to focus on the book. Not that I'll remember anything that I'm reading, but as long as I'm able to block out Lucifer, then I should be able to pass.

Suddenly, I hear a timer go off, indicating that the thirty minutes are up. I'm hesitant to move, though. Knowing Solomon, he's hoping to lure me into a false sense of security and then ding me for giving into my desires. Just out of curiosity, I start the stopwatch on my D.D.D. and continue reading.

Sure enough, another half hour has passed by the time Solomon enters the room. Waving his hand, he summons a sheet to cover Lucifer's naked form before walking over to me.

"I must say, I'm impressed, MC," he tells me as I close the book and set it back on Lucifer's desk. "I thought for sure you would have fallen for that." I shake my head.

"I figured it was a trap." Solomon smiles.

"Hold out your hand." Once I do, he causes the star of chastity to appear on the magical crest. He then guides me out of the room and gently shuts the door.

"Who's going to untie Lucifer?" I ask.

"The same person that tied him."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon

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det-loki · 6 months

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A messy collection of my thoughts and theories for episodes one and two of 'a murder at the end of the world' :

• starting off with The Doors, already a yes from me

• this is my, hmm, sixth rewatch of both episodes? maybe more? Anyway, darby is warm colors, bill is cool. love this detail.

• The Silver Doe, silver earrings. I'm convinced Darby's earring means something. I've seen others speculate that it's reference to a hourglass. it's also similar to the logo of Andy's company.

• We meet Bill in the motel room and that is when I immediately knew I was a goner for this story. sue me, Harris Dickinson is handsome. I also love his terrible haircut

• Harris and Emma's chemistry is INSANE

• "Lee. She doesn't need my help." Oh, but maybe she does Darby. I don't trust Lee's husband in any way, shape or form

• When Darby stumbles down the (poorly made) stairs and bill asks her if she's alright? listen, i love them a whole lot. even if it's common decency to ask

• creepy fucking basement.

• bill protecting darby. BILL PROTECTING DARBY!!!

• was bill shot? did the person shoot themselves?

• I feel like importance of tattoos and meaning might come into play (darby looking at crime scene photos but also bill's and darby's)

• also during the scene where darby is being messaged by Andy's assistant, someone on reddit theorized that the letters on darbys open tabs are a code. Maybe?

• The health check before boarding the plane is raising red flags for me. Mainly the cheek swab. I dunno

• Alice Braga! You gorgeous human

• Martin reading Darby's book right in front of her is a little bit strange for a multitude of reasons but I'm definitely reading too much into most of my thoughts about it

• Darby's attention to detail is so good and such a wonderful element, considering the storyline

• Grimes.

• The closeup on Martin's nightmare on the plane. Obviously a deliberate camera choice. But whyyyy

• Flashback to Bill in the bath. I assume it's after they were confronted with the gun. Bloody rags and dirty water, Bill seems physically okay. previous point, was he shot?

• "I think this is both too much and not enough."

• Camera/Darby lingers on fisherman.

• Ray makes me nervous

• Oxygen tank to Lee's room. Strange. Food to Lee's room that Zoomer accepts, strange. Lee cleaning up the broken glass and making eye contact with Darby. very strange.

• The deep fake talk with Oliver about how you can make anyone say anything will definitely come back later. isn't audio recorded in every room or did I misunderstood that in ep 2?

• Lee and Andy are not selling me on a happy marriage. Back to maybe Lee does need Darby's help.

• Bill appearing at dinner. Was he late or early? the way bill and darby look at one another make me melt

• Also, as Bill sits down, Sian says 'definitely not him' meaning Andy didn't invite him, Lee did. And we later learn that Lee and Bill knew eachother. (how tf did darby not know that if she is such a fan of Lee. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEANNN)

• The lighting plays a huge roll. The halos above Darby and Bill at dinner

• I too would choke after seeing bill again for the first time in six years

• Lee's toast, 'to finding a way out.' And then Andy saying, 'together.' ???

• Zoomer. Robot child? Bill's kid? strange little dude nonetheless. (Zoomer doesn't/can't eat. Lee and Andy looking at one another while Zoomer and Bill play. darbys smile as she watches them. then the face bill makes after zoomer is called to sit down. and the way he responds to question of how old he is???)

• The pool scene. These people are so cliquey. yuck

• Darby punching bill and then immediately asking him for a drink. I get it. Also the way he looked at her after she punched him. Lovesick.

• Bill telling her how he loved her book, oh my God. "Really tough and fragile at the same time" fucking incredible line.

• Bill and Darby flirting

• "I need to tell you something." Insert Jennifer Lawrence clip, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

• Darby runs into Marius, the hotel manager when she goes to Bill's room. Suspect but maybe too obvious?

• Bill asking her to stay as he dies. Holding hands through the glass. Him smiling at her. It's all too much for me.

• So much blood for someone overdosing? Head wound.

Episode 2:

• Darby's book in Bill's room covered in blood. Is that Bill's copy or Martin's from the plane?

• Everyone is very insistent on getting Darby out of Bill's room.

• The tea going to Bill's room. More broken glass

• Lee comforting Darby is very nice

• Rohan (fisherman) is the only one visibly upset and reacting like a human being told about a death

• Andy and Sian are acting like Darby is overreacting about his cause of death

• Andy saying that bill wouldn't want them to go home and quit. Dude, you didn't know him. Kick rocks.

• Again, Andy and Lee are giving me bad vibes. Lee fawns around him, he speaks over her/for her

• Lu Mei seems uncomfortable when she says she'll stay, seemingly intimated by Andy or fearful of his reaction if she did say she wanted to leave. Therefore I don't think anyone is comfortable going against him. Power imbalance. Darby seems to pick up on this

• Darby going to see Bill. Her frantically asking Ray questions with obvious answers but she craves the validation that she isn't wrong about what she suspects....I'm so sad

• Bill's tattoos are so interesting and I crave meaning

• "Someone killed you."

• My knowledge of injectable drugs all comes from 90s rock musicians, so take that as you will. The needle in Bill's room is the strangest thing I've ever seen. It looks like a diabetic tester needle. And no fingerprints.

• Lee also going to Bill's room. The plot thickens (I need to re-create her outfit in this episode it's so good)

• Is Lee telling the truth about what she was actually looking for? Also her giving Darby advice. I very much like them teaming up together

• "Don't get caught."

• Is it possible that Andy/the hotel is fielding the internet? like when darby can't look up a hack for the doorbell cam. is this an ignorant question? Perhaps.

• Darby and Bill flashback! when bill offers to come pick darby up and she immediately freaks out and runs away from the conversation...I have never felt more seen or understood. me too, girl, me too.

• Do Lee and Bill having matching line tattoos on their forearms???

• Happy birthday Darby 🥺🥺🥺

• 04/14/2017 Zoomer's birthday.

• Darby has doorbell cam footage. employees have towels. noted. David on a phonecall. Bill 🥲 (not wearing his ring) Ziba hears something, looks frightened and leaves. Bill's door opens from in the inside, hallway wall is illuminated.

• Bill's smile when he meets Darby in person for the first time. I LOVE THEM!

• Creepy mask person, go away!

• the diner darby and bill meet at is called Ray's

• I believe in love at first sight because of them.

• Frank Ocean. That's all.

#a murder at the end of the world spoilers #a murder at the end of the world #bill farrah #darby hart #harris dickinson #emma corrin #brit marling

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honeybeewhereartthee · 5 months

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Crossing × Tales || Aoi Twins fanfiction

"I love you! Please go out with me..!"

Such scene of confession behind the school building under the cherry blossom tree would been an amazing high school drama if not for the fact the two people in the scene is neither feeling the said emotion for real but rather desperate for something that he will gain once the other agree and the latter is looking at the other with disgust in their face.

"Not interested in real people." The one being confess too—You says to him.

"WHYYYY?" he fake crocodile tears as he grab onto your legs while you tried to walk away from the clichy sense.

"Do you not like the cute and caring older twin? What about a very charming and handsome youngest twin instead?!" This person seems to really want something from you to even push his [ younger brother ] under the bus.

"No. Not interested." You tried to push the weirdo off your legs before people around you would see you and think crazy stuff about this! You don't even know this person! AT WORSE THIS PERSON DONT EVEN GO TO THIS SCHOOL!

"Waitwaitiiiipleasee....!!whatifishowyoucutepicsofmeandmybrotherasbabies" The shameless and annoying orange guy grips on yours legs so tightly you cannot even walk properly.

"ANIKI!" In came another orange who seems embarrassing by the shameless orange. "Stop it!" He run toward you two and you wonder at that moment, if he is the one who have common sense between the two but he too cling onto you. "Don't worry Miss/Sir you can always choice the two of us! Only me and ANIKI!" He exclaim out in the open. Now everyone is looking at you three. They all start to gossip to one another like buzzing bees. Earning an inked annoyance from you.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT?" You glare at the passing by people who all run away the next moment. You give a look at the two who was surprised to see your outburst which you taken as a chance to remove their hold on you and left to go to your class.

...

As you left the two, they stared at the direction you went and the youngest sigh as he went to his knees, he cannot believe he have to do this kind of thing. HOW EMBARRASSING! But also how come the enemy is too hard to conquer! How could they leave this damnable world now?! "ANIKI. What's the title of this place again?"

"Crossing tales.... Why is the title so odd? Do we have to cross out stories. I have a pen here!" He seems to be almost tired as he too collapse in the ground. Laying in the ground on his back, without care in the world.

"Is this like knock off of that Romantic k*ller anime? Gosh what is mix with this au?" He tried to understand the roles and script of this world but found no clue. How could they escape from this world when their only way is so hard to do? As the two demanded a clue from the heavens above and probably that fae who put them in this place. A paper is slapped across their face.

"What this--" the oldest read the paper, his eyes widen as the clue is given to him.

[ Experience love story across the tales from stories of books]

"...did this include NTR—aww!" He spoke out but was hit by another paper with huge frown emoji in it. "GEEZ BUT ITS BASED FROM BOOKS AND REAL LIFE STORY THRU?" He already been looken over by others like a lunatic but he did not care as he yell st the heavens but the heavens only slap him with magical flying paper across the face.

TABLE OF CONTENT

LETTER 01

#Crossing × Tales #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #Hinata Aoi x reader #Yuuta Aoi x reader

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allamericanb-tch · 11 days

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you signed up for this thoughts (1)

currently riding off the adrenaline rush that was doing my final project for english literally 30 minutes before it was due. will i be pulling an all nighter? i hope not. i have things to do tomorrow. but it is entirely possible. it is currently 12:11 am on may 4th. i will be back with the time when i stop reading. ok. it’s 1:50 am and im done with chapter two. i’m tired but also im not but im going to force myself to sleep bc ill regret it if i dont.

chapter 1

guys i need long rosekiller fic recs. this is so irrelevant but

cruel summer! i love swifties.

modern AUs are really starting to grow on me

guys i love dorcas so much she’s so cool i’m in love with her

celsius jump scare (i just looked up the conversion and 30°C is 86°F which is PERFECT WEATHER what is regulus yapping about)

“honestly, straight guys. a mystery to regulus.”

“dorcas is almost too gay to function.” we should totally just stab caesar!!!

they’re in spain why did i think they were in australia

BARTY?!

yes dorcas you ARE a bad bitch

i’m living for dorcas and regulus friendship

lily! my love <3

remus!

JAMES POV!!! james is my favorite guys i love him so much

is james hispanic in this omg (wait yeah that would make sense if this takes place in spain…) hispanic james is so dear to me

MARLENE!!!! just a mention of her but i love marlene. so. much.

no why is he being mean ☹️ i mean i get why but james fleabag potter is the most Genuinely Nice Guy to every Genuinely Nice Guy

peter!

frank!!

hogwarts spa and resort 😭

regulus pov again!

rip bartylus ☹️

six weeks!

the tired is setting in i might just read one chapter and then go to sleep

omg black brothers reunion when??

james pov again! i’m glad this fic clarifies the povs i like that

eeee jegulus

sex wax mention

regulus pov again again!

dorcas calling remus “tall dark and handsome” genuinely that phrase confused me so much for so long (it still does) like im just imagining them being enveloped in a perpetual shadow

what the fuck is a half british half american accent with a spanish twang

this fic is irking me, but generally all modern AUs do

“there go his plan for ogling” REAL

james pov again again!

sirius!

not lily thinking regulus is dorcas’ boyfriend

sirius is a short queen and i love him

remus pov!!!

eeee sirius

wolfstarwolfstarwolfstar

PANDORA!!!!!!!

i love remus and regulus friendship

i love long end notes

chapter 2

“But also, he’s so freaking tired.” james being the realest ever

enemies to lovers wolfstar

SIRIUS BEING 5’5 i love it

regulus pov!

oooooo

jegulus is jegulusing

i have to pee SO BAD rn omg

eee james pov

oh me oh my

remus pov!

dorcas!!!!!

regulus pov again

chapter 3

i am back many hours later (i am driving to prom) (don’t worry i am not the one driving)

excited for this one

i have no idea what the work aspect of this fic is about

STOP DONT CALL SUNSCREEN CREAM AHHH

“i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t fit in. i don’t want to fit in.”

platonic prongsfoot ❤️‍🩹

“i want to be marlene when i grow up” REAL

i hate the way paraphernalia is spelled so much

dorlene!!!!!!

marlene 😭 i love her so much

ew stop saying tall dark and handsome it’s so wattpad

dorlene is dorlening

i think regulus is going to stumble upon sirius rn

I KNEW IT AHHH

and he’s running away

AH james

jegulus is jegulusing

oh my god

this is so wattpad and im living for it honestly

“hello brother” BAH STOP

regulus having a canis major tattoo ❤️‍🩹

chapter 4

i stopped reading and it is now one more day later

james is so. james.

“Grumbling under his breath, he connects his phone via Bluetooth and finds his one sad playlist. It exists for emergencies only, but he thinks this qualifies.” HELP

regulus has been found

jegulus jegulus jegulus

james 😭

regulus having a peanut allergy

jamessss whyyyy ☹️

barty jump scare

stoppppp omg ew

lily!!!!!

pandora!! i love her so much

🎶you look like stevie nicks🎶

pandalily ?! eat.

i love pandora so much omg

greyback ??

james and sirius

chapter 5

what is 1700 in normal time

sirius leaving the note for regulus ❤️‍🩹

remus “i can’t fucking stand you” lupin and sirius “you’re welcome to kneel” black

dorcas!

arepas mmm

dorcas!

PLEASE barty and regulus texting i can’t with them

i lpve moonwater

chapter 6

dinner ahhh

beer is literally just bread soda

james is such a mom friend

midnights !!!!!

NOAH KAHAN !!!!!

sirius has excellent music taste

jegulus ahhh

peter 😭 i love him so much

stop this is giving me the ick

WHAT THE F

i’m eating this enemies to lovers wolfstar up please they need to kiss so bad

jegulus

chapter 7

regulus just pining

yes sirius you’re absolutely right lost the breakup IS a banger

MATILDA IS NOT A SKIP

omg is it called you signed up for this bc of the maisie peters song.

“There are only two reasons Sirius will get out of bed before eight am. Mortal peril or good waves.”

sirius and remus alone together ?!

KISS ALREADY

AHHHHHHH

wolfstar is wolfstaring

oh they’re really going at it

yeah that was really. hmm. i mean good for them honestly but

“Remus’ mouth twitches, then he looks at Sirius, who is trying very hard to avoid his gaze for some reason. It’s odd, and Regulus doesn’t like it. Did they have a fight or something?” yeah or something

sirius and regulus ☹️

marlene 😭 icon as always

james!

yay i love dancing

regulus being regulus (pining after james)

chapter 8

oh? hanky panky in this chapter ?!

no hablo español

regulus calling james mr darcy

THE HAND FLEX SCENE yes it is a classic

mcdonald’s so america core

james carrying an epipen for regulus ❤️‍🩹

omg they’re going dancing

james respectful king

omg daddy yankee mention we used to listen to his songs in middle school spanish class

jegulus is jegulusing omg

sirius pov

eeeee wolfstar happenings

moonwater friendship <3

CANNON FODDER 😭

chapter 9

lily!!!!!

pandora ?!

i love lesbian lily

pandalily!

keeping it platonic my ass

yeah inside joke. sure.

“If Mary finds out he took Remus into the staff corridor, she’ll neuter him” 😭😭

wow this author just loves the phrase “kisses their teeth”

i love sirius and regulus

BAH REGULUS AND THE TAYLOR REFERENCES i love him so much

regulus having no friends his whole life he’s just like me fr

james you menace

STOP SAYING CREAM IM BEGGING YOU

“While Regulus is having a small, private crisis” that’s one way to put it

i really don’t like barty in this which is sad for me because i love barty

“Do you really want to faint in front of Sirius like you’re a Victorian lady?”

what are they doing

please stop saying “#/10 would ___” it’s so millennial

i was gonna stop here but i think i will read one more

chapter 10

hanky panky hanky panky

i love dorlene

i love pandalily

we need more wlw centric fics if i was confident in my writing abilities that is what i would do

dorcas!!

guys i love dorlene so much

being a multishipper is so fun bc i love marylily so much but pandalily eats every time

i love forced proximity

sirius having to run after remus bc sirius is Very Short and remus is Very Tall so real

oh they’re in the backseat now

oh jegulus

oh me oh my

THEYRE KISSING AHHHHHHH

stop i can’t believe it’s only been a week

they’re really going at it aren’t they

ew stop this is giving me the ick

ok im going to read another chapter

chapter 11

this is the last one i swear

sirius telling lily! underrated friendship frfr

marlene!

i love jegulus so much omg

i love the word magnanimous

remus telling regulus

poor dorcas ☹️

“You’re like a pesky mosquito, you know that?” Remus groans, shaking his head. Unbelievable.

“Hmm, yeah, I guess. I mean, I’d like to bite you.” 😭😭 sirius you menace

regulus you menace

“You are a menace.” this is exactly what i’ve been saying

sirius jump scare

oh me oh my

i love pandora

oh ?!

ok reading the next chapter

chapter 12

oh me oh my

not imagine dragons 😭

hospital 🫡

eeeeee they’re kissing

wolfstar

sleepover ?!

why is this hilarious

sirius is such a menace

i love sirius and regulus so much

“Barty made Regulus feel like the world was against them. James makes Regulus feel like it’s them against the world.”

dorcas!

dorlene ☹️

jegulus is jegulusing

ew stop this is giving me the ick

ok i actually have to sleep now

#you signed up for this #solmussa

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asterkiss · 7 months

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“I think they bought it. We can leave now.” “No way, this was just 5 minutes and I have a reputation to uphold.”

“There is actually no downside to acting like we would be dating.” “Yes, except the part where people would think I was dating you.”

Fake Dating Prompts Modern AU where all the kids + Bill go to highschool together. Again, everything I know about American highschool is taken from movies and TV shows.

- HOMECOMING

Mabel was usually rather proud of who she was. She didn't pay any mind to the whispers behind her back, nor did she let it get to her when the girls giggled and pointed in her direction. So what? She knew she was a little weird by their standards but she wasn't going to change for anyone(!) - let alone a bunch of mean classmates she wouldn't ever hang out with again after graduation.

Still, when Pacifica Northwest made needling comments regarding her love life and lack of a date to the Homecoming, Mabel may have snapped a teensy bit.

'Actually, I do have a date! And he's great and handsome and even better than your boyfriend, Pacifica!'

Urghhhh, why had she said that? Whyyyy!? She didn't have a date! Or a boyfriend! Heck, she was the furthest thing from having any kind of romantic interest after being rejected twice in the last month.

Not to mention that last comment had definitely shot her in the foot. Pacifica was dating the highschool quarterback in typical cliche fashion, and he was a beautiful hottie wrapped up in like, even more hottiness! How was she meant to top that?

Heck, there was only one guy in the entire school who was on par with that level of attractiveness. Although, he was also kind of a two-faced asshole who scared everyone.

―But hey, the alternative was letting Pacifica win.

'So, wanna go to Homecoming with me?' She offered a toothy smile, putting on her best cutesy look as she gazed upon the sight of Bill Cipher. She'd tracked him down to one of the club rooms as it turned out he was in the forensice science class. The brunette couldn't help but notice how the few others in the room were on the far side keeping their distance.

Bill stared at her with a pensive frown, eyebrows drawn together as he scrutinised her face. She couldn't help noticing his eyebrows were dark but his hair was almost platinum blond - did he dye it? She couldn't see any roots from this distance. This colour definitely made his blue eyes pop though. He'd look dreamy if he smiled but instead the guy was staring at her as if she'd grown a second head.

'Well?' she asked, tilting her head when he said nothing.

After a moment he returned his attention to the slides and forensic scope before him. 'Nah.'

Her expression dropped. Nah?

'Why not?'

'Why yes?' he quipped back without glancing her way. 'I don't even know you-' He cut himself off, casting her another curious frown. 'Right?' He seemed to be asking himself as much as her.

'Um, well not really. We haven't spoken per say-'

'Then nah. Nothing in it for me, ya can go now.' He waved her off dismissively.

Mabel huffed, not one to be easily dissuaded. She wasn't going to rejected three times in a month! 'Well, um, what if I did give you something?'

'Doubt there's anything you have that I want,' Bill drawled. 'No offense. Honestly, that's more a compliment than anything else.'

'Uh, thanks?' she replied, before returning to the topic at hand. 'And look, I'm not asking you out because I like you or anything.' Although he was defintiely attractive. 'But I sorta got myself into a predicamenet aaaand... um, well I kinda need to show up to Homecoming with you as my date to avoid schoolwide embarassment?'

Icy blue eyes wandered in her direction. 'Uh huh, and how is that my problem? Ain't my fault you talked yourself into it with the Northwest chick.'

Oh, so he did know about it? Then again, she had kinda got into it with Pacifica in a rather crowded place and neither girl had been quiet.

'If anything, it should be entertaining for a few minutes,' Bill went on with a shrug. 'Otherwise, I'm hoping the spiked punch and bribed DJ will make this thing a concotion of disaster by the time the night's over.'

She ignored his concerning statements. 'Please? It's just one night! There's no downside to us acting like we're dating for one night.'

'Yes, except the part where people think I'm dating you.'

She gaped. 'Hey, what does that mean? I'll have you know I've been called cute on several occasions!'

'Yeah you're cute,' he replied without missing a beat. 'But that begs the question why you haven't already got a date so there's obviously something up with ya if like me you're going alone. I know I'm messed up in many ways, so what's your issue?'

She flushed, partially because he'd called her cute so easily but also because he'd called her out instantly. It was also annoying that he was clearly enjoying her reaction, although she saw the same pensive look cross his face as he glanced her way.

'...Okay, okay, seriously have we met already? Have you asked me out before? Were you one of the girls I turned down in the first year?'

She opened her mouth to respond when he cut her off with a sudden yell that made her flinch in surprise.

'Wait, wait!' he yelled, looking deleriously excited as he stood up. The other students in the room jumped, looking towards them anxiously. Bill grinned, eyes wide with delight when he jabbed a finger in her direction. 'You're not- Wait, are you related to Pine Tree?'

'Who?'

'Pi- Dipper Pines!'

'Um... yes? He's my twin brother?' Did he know Dipper?

Bill's grin widened, splitting across his entire face. Mabel jumped when he grabbed her by the biceps, suddenly invading her personal space as they stood toe-to-toe. She swallowed, heart skipping a beat from the abrupt turn of events. 'Uhhhh....'

'Tell me, do you and your brother get on? Or is it more a case of you hating one anothers guts?' Bill said, dropping his voice to a whisper as he leaned nearer. Oh, her heart was dancing all over the place. She wasn't used to being up this close and personal with a guy. Wow, he had really good skin up close - did he use product? She should ask him―

'Hey, cm'on, answer me Shooting Star,' he said, raising one hand to flick at the dangly stars hanging from her ears.

'Yeah, we're close,' she replied, finding her voice. 'So what?'

Apparently she'd given him the correct answer because his eyes twinkled in delight. It was startling how different the boy seemed from when she'd first entered.

She was so confused right now. 'Soooooo.... about Homecoming.'

'Hm? Oh yeah, we're totally doing that.' He stepped away. 'Feel free to tell people we're dating right now if ya want.'

'Wait, really?' A pause. 'Is this something to do with me being related to Dipper?'

'Oh definitely, I'm only going out with ya cuz I reckon it'll wind him up.'

Hmmm. Mabel turned that information over in her head. Did that mean he and Dipper didn't get along then? Wasn't surprising, having only spoken to Bill for a couple of minutes she couldt definitely see how the two would butt heads.

....Oh well, she was only doing this for her own reasons that benefitted her so she couldn't really be annoyed at him for doing the same. She'd deal with Dipper and any issues that came from it later.

'Okay, cool!' Great, she'd be able to deal with Homcoming and Pacifica in one swing. Now she just had to decide on her dress. As Mabel was mulling over this new issue and turning to leave, a firm hand grasped her shoulder from behind. She turned her head to peer behind, only to find his face inches from her own as their gazes locked. She felt his lips brush against her own, chest tightening and eyes bulging wide in response.

And then there was a flash and click.

He pulled away with a chuckle, whilst Mabel blinked away the light and stood rooted to the spot. 'What just happened?'

'I'm gonna add you on Facebook so I can tag you in this,' Bill replied back, glancing down at his phone. 'Make sure you accept both, alright?'

Uh.

Wait, huh?

Had they just kissed? They had, right? Their lips definitely connected.

More and more questions bounced around her mind as Mabel finally left the classroom, pulling her phone out of her pocket as it buzzed. She stared at the friend invitation from Bill Cipher.

She was beginning to wonder if she'd gotten more than she bargained for with this. It would be worth it to see the look on Pacifica's face, right?

....Right?

#drabble #mabill

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 1 year

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Vincent Price circa 1939

And a colorized version by me.

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bartythebastard · 4 months

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AYO HUNGER GAMES SPOILERS‼️⚠️⁉️🚭❌❌🚳🚯🚭🚫📵🆘🔱❌🚱🚯🛑🚭❔❌🚫⚠️⁉️🚫⚠️🚫❔🚫✅❇️❗️✳️✅

anyways i have seen people yet again missing the point of finnick and his character and what happened to him, going so far as to say they don’t understand why he died because it did nothing for the plot and didn’t move the story forward.

you don’t get it bro, that’s the point. his death had no point. it was cruel and pointless because that is what happens in a war. in real life you don’t sit and wonder how the death of a fallen soldier advances the plot, dude. there doesn’t need to be a reason for every death and the reason for finnicks is there isn’t one. the war is merciless and killing is not something calculated every single time. there is not a situation in which every single character could have possibly survived all of those encounters that would not be obvious fiction because SOMEONE needs to die. and someone will.

many others died and we knew this would happen when katniss and finnick both made a reference to this being “the 76th hunger games” before they went on that mission. in fact, multiple times they referred to this as a suicide mission and quite often discussed that everyone could very possibly die. of course finnicks death came as a shock, as all deaths do, but people saying they didn’t understand why he “needed” to die i feel don’t understand the point of most of the book. not to shit on anyone’s intelligence either, because i understand that often deaths in fiction are used to make a point or add to the plot, and honestly when i first read the book i also questioned it. though my question was more like “WHYYYY WHY GOD PLEADE WHY” and a lot of incoherent nonsense but nevertheless

i did see a tumblr post that i wish i could remember but it was a ss from pinterest many years ago, and it talked about how the pointlessness of finnicks death was, in fact, the whole point, and i remember it every time i hear people saying they felt like there was no purpose for it.

some things just don’t have meaning. that is how life is. most of the deaths in the hunger games had no meaning, but nobody really cared until finnick, often because they were attracted to him (not everybody, but generally these two ideas are found together. people preaching about how handsome he was and how sexy and then going on to complain that he died for no reason. still objectified even after everything, even in death) or, of course, found him more interesting as a character than some of the others.

i wish i knew a better way to explain this so it was easy to understand and my point got across better but i really don’t know how. i’m just tired of this same thing over and over especially with the new influx of hunger games content and stuff and people talking about it more. people die for no reason. that’s just how it works

#the hunger games #thg #thg series #thg finnick #thg spoilers #hunger games spoilers #tw death #tw mentions of violence #finnick odair

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Im kinda obsessed with the idea of marc or santi having a professional soccer player boyfriend/partner. They'd be so supportive and come to all your games and help you practice. Thanks world cup for the inspiration

Omg! Thank you for sharing this headcanon with me, Anon! I am now picturing Santiago in a full soccer kit and so thank you also for that glorious mental image 🥵. God. It just works on him.

Also, I can totally see this for him and I think they would be SO perfect together! 🥹

I wrote a very quick blurb/one-shot of Santi x Masc!Soccer player!Reader below. (I hope that’s okay? I know you didn’t technically ask me to write anything but I was CONSUMED by the idea of these two and I think they might even be soulmates so there! 😝)

Please be warned it is 18+ so please do NOT read or interact with this if you are a minor.

On the defensive: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x masc!soccer player!reader

Summary: Commitment-averse Santiago Garcia never expected to fall for a soccer player. But there’s something about it that just makes sense.

Genre: it does include recurring sexual themes but it is largely fluffy.

Author’s note: Can safely say this is something that never would have occurred to me to write without your amazing idea, anon, so kudos to you! (Written very quickly so almost certainly typos and likely a bit scrappy.)

Reader: he/him pronouns used and masc word endings in Spanish. No anatomical descriptions (implied penis-owner but enough scope for interpretation and never stated explicitly), use of traditionally masc terms like boyfriend, fella, handsome etc. in ref to reader.

Warnings: flirtatious chat/innuendo, recurring mentions of oral sex, mentions of arousal etc., making out (I couldn’t help it they’re so into each other!) Established relationship. Alcohol mentions. Mentions of prior leg injury (no details).

Gif by @vera-kozhemiakina

“Whyyyy, Tío Santi?” Frankie’s little daughter mewls whilst clinging on to her favourite honorary Uncle’s leg. “Why you have to gooooo?”

Santi’s heart cleaves in two as he watches the crocodile tears bead in her big brown eyes as he prepares to depart. He smiles at the display of affection and reaches to fondly muss her hair. “Because your second favourite Uncle” -he chuckles to himself even if you’re not there to hear the dig- “has a game today, sweetie, and I need to be there.”

“Whyyy?” Her bottom lip juts out, and he can see her teetering on the edge of a tantrum; but Santi manages to bring it back.

He crouches before her, coming to eye-level, and takes her little hands firmly in his.

“Because I love him and so I want to be there to cheer him on. But,” -he gently tickles her tummy and she giggles chaotically - “we’ll both come over next weekend. Take you and Budweiser for milkshake. We got a deal, Princesita?”

Santi cracks an encouraging grin as she mulls it over, and he can see the cogs turning. Her eyes tick over to the couch where Budweiser lays - her favourite plushie, gifted by Benny - so named “because it’s Uncle Benny’s word. He says it alllllll the tiiiime.”. Frankie had been mortified at first to have his kid shouting “Budweiser!” in the park, but he had slowly caved to his girl’s insistence that since the naming ceremony was now concluded, there was nothing else for it but to get on board, stat. He had.

“Okay,” she nods suddenly, the crocodile tears drying as quickly as they had arrived. She sticks her little thumb in the air. “Deal.”

Deepening crinkles radiate from out of the corner of Santiago’s eyes, and his smile turns all gummy. “Deal.”

Immediately, she gives Tío Santi a peck right in the middle of his forehead, being very careful to avoid “alll the scratchy bits” on his face, and then within moments she is playing again, his pending absence now oh so happily forgotten.

When Santi unfurls himself from the floor a moment later, replete with some groaning and cricking knees, Frankie is approaching from across the room for a farewell hug.

“How did you manage to get something so cute from this,” Santi ribs, gesturing up and down the length of Frankie with his hand.

That earns a chuckle from the girl’s mom - Frankie’s wife, Charlotte - who is currently sat in the easy chair with her feet up. She smooths a hand over her heavily pregnant belly, and Frankie gets that melted chocolate look in his eyes again.

“She’s all her mama,” Frankie gushes, and the pair exchange a soppy smile, Charlotte’s eyes equally aglow with love.

The display would have made Santi uncomfortable at one stage. He’d typically have cracked some joke or made some comment.

Deep down, his disdain for such overt affection - he now realises- was a result of him being on the defensive. Constantly. And that, was a result of him believing that he’d never have anything even approaching that level of bliss. That he didn’t, in fact, even deserve it.

But, that was all before you.

Santi only has to think about you in this moment and his eyes mist over instantly with the glossy veneer of love. He’s head over heels for you, honestly. It had all happened so fast.

“Your beautiful fella all set for the game, Santiago?” Charlotte asks from her position on the chair as he scoops up his ball cap and keys from the coffee table.

Your team’s logo is emblazoned on the front and he’s in your home colours today. Santiago certainly doesn’t do things by halves; although, he is still in jeans, and you’ve been trying to convince him to go for the shorts and knee socks combo for a good while now.

Maybe soon he’d finally cave. He’s a soft touch for you.

Coming back to the room, Santiago feels a flurry of nerves flutter in his belly along with Charlotte’s question. “Holy...” -he mouths the word “shit” so as not to swear in front of the little one. “I’m so nervous for him. It’s the first game since the injury and Christ… he’s worked so hard.”

Santi just wants it to go well for you. Wants you to have everything you want, in fact. He’s still bemused by the fact what you want seems to be him, but he’s certainly not going to argue with that.

“Look at you,” Frankie sing-songs, patting his buddy on the shoulder, a bright smile cracking his face.

“What?” Santi responds, and old habits die hard, he guesses. He can feel tension zip through his body. He’s instantly on the defensive. He awaits teasing. Some comment about how he’s sappy or whipped or whatever. It doesn’t come.

“It’s nice,” Frankie clarifies. “It’s nice how you support each other.”

Santi feels a flush of heat rush to his cheeks then. It surprised him how much pride he takes in that. In his buddy noticing how well you two complement one another. “Yeah,” he admits, and finds it is easier than he thought it would be to do so. “Yeah. It is good. Really good.”

God knows you’d been there for him. The knee surgery. Nursing him back to health. Helping him adjust to life out of the military. You’d made it all so… easy, despite all of his well-cultivated, super gnarly defences.

Santi had never expected to fall for you quite so hard and so fast when he’d found you. But in the end, it just makes sense. It works, you and him. It fits.

Your training schedule is militaristic and disciplined with lots of early mornings - things he’s used to. The travelling too, when you’re away for games, means that Santi doesn’t feel too pinned down. Means it isn’t as much of a problem if he has to jump on a plane to do some consulting. The whole team mentality is very familiar to him as well. You’d both come as a package deal - with a ready made squad - and it had all pieced together so readily.

(That, and there’s freaking hot you look in your soccer kit. You make his goddamn creaky knees go weak. Make them shake.)

But, it’s so much more than the ease with which you fit into Santiago’s life. It’s the ease with which you fit into his heart. That had been the most astounding thing of all.

It was as though he’d been keeping a vacant part of his heart warm for you his whole life - just waiting for you to show up. You had bipassed every one of his defences. You had made a home in his chest. And the craziest thing is, he didn’t even mind.

He wanted it. He wanted you.

Carrying a happiness in his chest, Santi wishes fond farewells to the Morales-Baker household -Budweiser included- and he jumps in his truck. Then, after a short drive and with military punctuality, he arrives at the stadium. At this time, only the keenest of fans have begun filtering into the stands. Well, he guesses he’s the keenest. He doesn’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you.

He filters to his assigned seat -as close as he can get without being literally on the sidelines - he doesn’t want to intrude too much - and whips out his phone, idly thinking about you getting your kit on in the locker rooms. Pulling those socks up your calves. He enjoys the thought.

Santi always texts you. Reliably, always 30 minutes before game time. And you are always waiting for it.

“Good luck, mi amor. Remember, if you win I’ll give you the best oral of your life later.”

You type back immediately. Santi knows his window of opportunity is short; and he never misses it. “Oh damn 🤤. And if I lose?”

“Same deal.” He can’t say no to you.

“I think you got confused, hun. Then where’s the incentive? 🤨”

“Okay. If you win, I’ll do it again and again until you can’t think straight.”

“Hnnng. Oh god stop. You know how thin these shorts are. Don’t you dare get me too worked up now!” You fire through another message in quick succession. “Babe, coach wants everyone out on the pitch in 5. Not got long. You be okay in the stands? Ayo hooked you up with those seats, yeh?”

“Don’t you worry about me. Focus on the game. You’re going to be amazing. You’ve worked so hard and it’s going to pay off.”

“Hilarious. If you want me to F O C U S, honey, you really shouldn’t have mentioned that hot little mouth of yours. 😈

“Oops.”

“Well, just know if I score that I was extra motivated by the promise of that tongue. (Don’t tell the coach 🤪.)”

“Cause then everyone will want a turn?”

“Nuh UH. You’re mine. All mine. Santiago.”

There it is again. That sense of pride blooming in the pit of him because you called him yours. It makes him feel so good. “Damn right I am.”

“And baby? Thank you for being here. I love you xxx”

Santi thinks back. To how nervous you had been this morning. How he had tried to calm you with sweet kisses and a slow release, high-energy breakfast. With words of encouragement. You’d tried to play it off, but he could tell the nerves were eating you up. He types back. “I love you. Where else would I be?” It’s funny really. Hilarious. Because with anyone else, he’d always had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else to run to.

With you, he simply wanted to stay.

Another message from you pings up on the screen. “Oh wait, there’s one more thing.”

It’s a picture message and Santiago pops it out, curling his hand around the screen to obscure the positively obscene image - a down the shorts shot of you showing him just how aroused he’d got you.

Christ you look good. Sudden, throbbing warmth rushes to his crotch and the sight of you like that makes him fucking blush. No-one has ever been able to do that to him besides you, his tan cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

“Holy fucking Christ, cariño. What’s that for?”

“That’s your motivation 😉”

He laughs to himself in surprise. Like he needed any scrap of motivation to want you. It’s effortless. Damn - not that he’s complaining about this visual feast. Not in the slightest.

He takes a deep breath though. Gets himself under control so he’s not like acting like a fucking pervert by the time your boots hit the turf and the stands have filled up.

He distracts himself. Takes a while to pore through some dry division stats on his phone, committing them to memory. He knows just about everything there is to know by this point. All the player stats. All the transfers and deals and subs.

In truth, Santi never really was a soccer guy - he always preferred baseball - but he is most certainly a You guy. And so, it was inevitable. What matters to you, now matters to him too.

Your successes feel like his successes. Your failures are his failures.

He helps you schedule your training. Goes for a kick around with you on a Sunday morning, even though he sucks ass. He accommodates all your early starts. Doesn’t moan when you miss little things when the season is in full swing.

He admires how driven you are. How dedicated. It’s super attractive to him. And plus… on top of all that. Have you seen you in your kit on game day? Running around getting all sweaty like that. Your shirt being torn at. The way it rides up and shows your appealing stomach. The way you douse yourself in water from the sports bottle and let it cascade down your face, mouth open for it. Watching you do your stretches? Damn, your cute butt in those shorts is everything. And those fucking socks. Those godforsaken socks, which drive Santi to distraction. Especially when you wear nothing but them. Especially when you leave nothing but your socks on while he-

-Anyway. He was meant to be focussing, wasn’t he?

He realises just about in time too.

He watches you and the other players all file out, go through the ceremonial bits and pieces, and take your positions as the opposing side’s players frame the centre spot for kick-off.

He doesn’t miss a thing. He cheers you on. Commiserates when the other team gains ground. He joins in with the chanting, when it’s going well. When it isn’t he just stands there all intense, arms folded and laser focussed on everything you’ve talked him through. Form, tactics, all of it.

His heart is in his mouth as you find an opening and pace it the length of half the pitch with the ball, unchallenged. This could be it. He hides behind his hands as you lob your shot in past the defender and the goalie, and he jumps up out of his seat, throwing his arms into the air and yelling jubilantly when your shot sinks into the back of the net.

It’s a fucking friendly match. It’s not even a qualifier or anything, but Santi doesn’t care about any of that. He only cares about you.

“Did you just win $100 or something,” the woman next to Santi in the stand asks as his overblown celebration dials down.

“No,” he grins. “No - that’s my boyfriend,” he says breathlessly, bursting with pride and relief.

“The goal scorer?” she asks.

“That’s him.”

She looks over at you as you do your traditional celebratory display. She pumps her eyebrows. “Congratulations.”

Santiago can’t stop smiling.

He’s into it. He’s invested.

He feels every collision in his body. Every near miss, every chance, every tackle, every triumph. The thud of the ball could be his heartbeat, as loud as it is thudding in his chest.

He’s there for every minute of it. He’s there for you.

The 90 minutes runs their course, eventually, and your team valiantly holds the 1-0 victory right through until the final whistle. It’s a success!

You sub out for the last 10 minutes and your team holds the defensive position, just keeping the clock ticking over. He’s pleased you came off. He’d made you promise not to push your newly healed injury too hard today. To leave a little in the tank.

By the time the victory is official, Santiago is beaming with happiness. He knows you’ll be thrilled by the outcome. Knows it will be a huge relief and a huge confidence boost for you too, after everything you’ve been through these past few months.

So, by the time the game is wrapped up and Santi filters down through the tunnels and into the interior of the stadium, his heart is racing.

It’s racing from the adrenalin of the game, but also in anticipation of seeing you.

You meet him at your usual spot, in the disused locker room come equipment store. He’s somehow wangled a special pass to wait here, and it’s always deserted. He relishes these stolen post-game moments alone with you. Today especially, he’s looking forward to it.

Santi takes his hat off and ruffles his curls for good measure to tidy them up. He hoists the waist on his snug jeans up and discards his gum in the trash. Then, he waits, butterflies gently dancing in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.

As soon as he hears the door creak, the rusted up hinges signalling your arrival before he sees you, his face splits into a smile.

You smile back upon entering and it makes his heart race even faster. It’s the first time he’s seeing you since you kissed him goodbye early this morning, and it already feels far too long.

He takes you in. You’re all sweaty in your kit, damp with it everywhere, and covered in mud from slipping and sliding all over the turf. Your thighs are looking insanely hot in those shorts and socks, as per usual, all sheened from the exertion, and a pulse of arousal zips through Santi, right to his middle.

Still, what he wants most is to hold you, and the man bounds over to draws you into an enclosing hug, not even caring if his clothes get all soiled. He’s hardly precious about that - they’ll wash. “You were fucking amazing. I told you you would be!”

“I was pretty good, right? Ugh. That damn cross that hit the post though?” You’re always so hard on yourself, always pushing yourself to do more. He understands it, but Santiago just wants you to pause sometimes. To see how far you’ve come. How incredible you are.

“Cariño.” Santi intones softly, slipping his palm up to your face. Dips forward to kiss your soft lips. You hum into his kiss and it sends a shiver right down to his toes. “You were perfect.” You kiss him back, immediately attempting to deepen the kiss, but Santiago has other things on his mind. “That dipshit who dirty-tackled you in the 39th minute though? Fuckin”….” he grits his teeth and shakes his head. “I almost came down on the pitch to give him a piece of my mind.”

You laugh - a tired but bright sound. “Down boy,” you warn, kissing him again for good measure.

“How’s the quad holding up? We can get some heat packs on you if you need it?”

Santi inspects you carefully with soft, earnest eyes for any sign of harm. For any need for comfort, and his hands are ready and willing to provide it. The very same hands which he’d once thought were only good for killing, and which now he only wants to use to care for you.

He sees a red angry scrape on your knee then, and he has the overwhelming urge to bathe and dress it for you - a tender urge so intense that his fingers twitch by his sides like he’s desperate to pull the trigger on helping you.

“Mmmm. Sweetheart,” you purr, walking Santiago back until he is pressed up against the cool metal lockers, ensuring he adequately reads your intention now. “Stop worrying about me, would you, and come here. I just want to kiss you, darling.”

Santi stands there almost limp with lust and love as you move against him, dumbfounded by you. By the way your hands snake tenderly around the nape of his neck and his waist. By the way you dip forward to his mouth with a slight gasp of air as you part your lips. At the way your tender, hungry mouth moves against him, the taste and scent of exertion on you all too familiar from your long, carnal nights, endlessly exploring each other’s bodies. And, as your tongue probes his mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss, dragging deliciously along his lower lip, Santiago is gone.

An unfiltered moan spills from his lips -you drink it down- and a stone of molten desire sinks right through his middle, sending ripples thrumming out to every extremity.

He pants warm, ragged breath against your cheek. “Unnngggg. If you want me down, querido, you’re not doing a very good job of that.”

Your beautiful mouth curls into a smile, briefly, before your tongue licks into him again with quiet, steady vigour. “You’re such a horn dog.”

“For you, always.”

“Sounds like I should get you home, rightaway, huh?”

Santiago wraps his arms around your middle, his hands snaking beneath your synthetic shirt to find skin. He strokes back and forth there with his warm, broad hands, relieving a little of your tightness into the bargain. “Sure. But you certain you don’t want to go out celebrating with the guys?”

“I like the sound of your celebration a lot more.”

Santi could be selfish right now, but truly, he knows he’s a goner for you. He only wishes to make you as happy as possible tonight. Every night, actually. Hell, all of the time. “Hey. Why don’t we do both?”

“You’d do that? You don’t mind heading out for a few?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he responds, his long-lashes eyes flitting ardently all over your face. “We’re a team, remember? Whatever you want.”

Santiago had thought he’d known what that meant for a long time. To be a part of a team. It turns out he still had a lot to learn, but he’d learned it all when he’d met you.

It feels good. Really good to be on your team.

You eye his mouth hungrily and Santiago deliberately pouts his lips, just a little, enjoying your attentions and the heat it trails down his spine - like a spoon dripping honey.

“Alright then, gorgeous. Let me go get turned around, okay? But first, just one more thing.” You kiss him again, pinning him just a little more harshly up against the lockers, delivering a deep, pleasantly wet kiss before nipping the pillow of his lower lip in between your teeth and dragging.

“Oof.”

That move gets him every time and boy do you know it.

You know everything there is to know about him, he thinks.

You know everything and remarkably, you’re still not running.

You’re still on his team.

And, after that kiss, Santiago so desperately wants to muster something dirty; but, looking at you like this, pride and love glowing in your eyes because he’s yours and you are his, he’s only got one thing. “I love you,” he pushes out, the words rising from a place deep in his gut. Full of feeling gathered on the way out.

With a soft, lilting smile you wrap his shapely jaw in one hand, grabbing him by his sandpaper chin and dragging his lips to yours all over again, this time for a far more tender kiss. “I fucking love you too, Santiago Garcia.”

Santiago feels ten feet tall.

He feels happy. Happier than he’s ever felt.

You turn from him, with a promise to be back - you’re somehow still not running - and Santiago can’t help but smile as his eyes follow you.

He can’t help but smile as he leans his head back against the lockers, the butterflies continuining to dance in the pit of his stomach. His heartbeat still quickened in his chest.

And, for the first time maybe ever… because of you, Santiago Garcia doesn’t feel like running.

With you, Santiago doesn’t feel trapped by love. Doesn’t feel scared by it. Dismissive of it. Undeserving of it.

He feels free. He feels brave. He feels worthy.

He feels sure. Now, more than ever. Indeed, he pats the ring box hidden in his jacket pocket for reassurance, and, to his satisfaction, it’s still there, ready for him to stash away in the dresser later. Until his plans for asking you to be his forever can materialise.

He’d never believed it. Never thought he could have what Frankie and Charlotte have. Never thought it would be possible for him. A family. A home. But with you? It all feels so easy.

You’d skipped past every single one of his defences, but now that he thinks about it, it just makes sense. After all, you do work offence. That is what you’re good at. Getting through.

“Unless…?” Santi calls as he watches you go, never quite able to resist your cute butt in those flimsy shorts. Never quite able to resist you.

You turn to find his lips curled into a delicious smirk, and he keeps your gaze on that hot mouth of his, his pink tongue dragging along his lower lip. “Unless what?”

“Unless you want me on my knees right here?”

He ticks up a thick eyebrow in suggestion.

You’re going to say “yes”, he’s sure of it.

To this, and to a life with him.

It just makes sense.

The two of you fit.

You lick your lips and he waits for it, but he isn’t afraid.

For once, he isn’t afraid.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x m!reader #masc!reader #mlm

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Cuddles

Modern Oberyn Martell x F!reader

Warnings: mention of menstrual cycle, but not descriptive at all.. Just the mention of it being that time of the month and finding out. Besides that, I think this is completely cuteness.. 🤗💞😆

AN: This is completely self indulging because I think Oberyn would be such a sweetheart when his girlfriend is on her cycle.

In other words.. I'm choosing Mr handsome here as my savior since I am a damn female and don't feel good, lol.. 😆🤦‍♀️ update, I am feeling better but still drained.. Last night when I started this and most of yesterday I just wanted to crawl under a rock, lol. But better now a little. 🤗

The nickname Little Viper/Viper is all thanks to @stxrrylunatic I could not think of anything more unique, and she was to the rescue and suggested that! 💞🤗 Thank youuu alwaysss! 💞😙

I'm just yeeting this into the world, not even gonna read through it or have anyone else do so.. 😆💞

Summary: it's that time of the month.. You're boyfriend Oberyn is to the rescue to help you feel better. 💞

No reason for choosing this gif for the story... Just picked it because he's beautiful and so handsome in it... 😍💞🔥

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" oh for the love god.. Whyyyy.. " you said when you got up this morning, instantly having cramps and knowing you had started your period. When you got to the bathroom to check and do your morning routine, it was confirmed sadly..

You look to see if you have any pads. Only one left. " of course I only have one left. " you said to yourself out loud. Groaning because you don't feel like doing anything, let alone go to the store to get pads and other essentials. Since the cramps are already hitting hard..

So you get done in the bathroom. Grab pamprin out of the cabinet and head straight to the kitchen to eat something so you can take the meds.

" Oh! Of course I only have one dose left.. I swear to God I'm just gonna scream if something else irritating happens today. " you grumble to yourself while making you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, since it's easy to make so you can go cuddle up on the couch.

Right after you are done eating and about to take your meds, you hear keys jingling. Instantly knowing it's Oberyn, because he always does extra jingling so to be a goofball. You start to smile and continue cleaning up at a slow pace since the cramps are being evilllll..

" My love, I'm hereee. " he says in that sweet beautiful voice of his. Also in a goofy voice, because he's in a good mood for some reason.

As soon as he walks into the kitchen he notices something is wrong and comes right over to you and wraps his arms around you hugging you close and resting his head on your shoulder.

You instantly lean into him and hum in delight from his warmth on your tummy.

" My little viper, what is troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help? " he says while nuzzling into your neck and leaving lil kisses there.

" I started this morning and my cramps are straight from hell. So I don't feel good at all. I'm out of pads and pamprin, but I don't want to even leav- " he cuts you off and says;

" No need to say more. I will run to the store and get you them and anything else you need. Just send me a picture of both things so I can make sure I get the correct ones. " he says while turning you around in his arms and soothingly rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

" hmm that feels good. You are too good to me,my love. Thank you endlessly. " you say while giving him a kiss and cuddling into his chest.

" you're welcome my beautiful viper. Always here for you to help you in any way you need. Now, let's get you all comfy on the couch. You go set where you want, I'll go get blankets, pillows, and the heating pad for you. " he says while walking you to the couch and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

Oberyn moves effortlessly through your place and he's back by your side within a few minutes.

" ok I got all the comfy blankets, every thickness, so you have a variety in case you get cold or too hot. I got your big pillow from your room and of course your little pillow because I know it is always a comfort to have. " He says while piling everything next to you. And smiling at the last part, because he thinks it's one of the most precious things that you still have a comfort item.

" my goodness you know me too well Obee. " you say while looking at him with such adoration and love for him.

" well of course my little viper. I love you infinitely. So I of course know all the things that bring you comfort, joy.. Pleasure.. " he says while massaging your legs while he sits next you. But when he says pleasure, he squeezes your legs a little while looking at you with that devilish smirk of his and winks.

" you're such a brat, teasing me while I'm in pain. " you say with a sly smile and playfully swatting him, because you don't actually mean it.

" hmmm, but you love it. " he says while leaning over with that damn smile of his and to kiss you.

It turns into a little make out session. He has you in his lap while he is rubbing your back to sooth away your cramps. You got your arms wrapped around his neck, casually threading your fingers through his gorgeous dark hair.

" as much as I love this, I need to go get you your stuff and you need to rest my love. " he says reluctantly. But still rubbing your back and giving you little kisses all over your face and neck.

" you're right sadly.. But you better hurry up. I need cuddles.. Doctors orders. " you say with a big smile and cuddling into your blankets with your pillows and heating pad.

" Yes doctor. I will be quick. " he says as his chuckles at you calling yourself a doctor. But he loves how goofy and sweet you are.

One last kiss and he's off to the store. You doze off for most of the time he's gone. But wake up as soon as you hear the keys. Definitely your sixth sense, hearing those damn keys.

He puts everything away swiftly. Brings your pamprin, your favorite Gatorade, essential sweets and other snacks, and a bouquet of gorgeous mustard yellow flowers. ( all kinds of flowers, not just one kind)

" awwww, baby, you didn't have to get me flowers. I absolutely adore them, but you didn't have to. " you say with such a beautiful sunshine smile while smelling and admiring them.

" I did, because you deserve them and that reaction is why I got them, wanted to see that gorgeous sunshine smile of yours, my little viper. " he says with a smile of love and adoration for you while leaning down to kiss your forehead, then taking them to put them in water.

" do you want them in the kitchen or in the living room so you can see them? " he asks.

" hmmm, in here so I can see their beauty and have you and your beautifulness next to me. " you say while getting your snacks open.

Oberyn laughs as he's walking back into the living room because you're too adorable and he knew you'd want them in there. Because the color is your favorite.

" ok now get over here please. I am in dire need of cuddles and warmth from you my love. " you say while doing grabby hands at him.

" your wish is my command my lovely beautiful little viper. " he says while walking over to you, getting all cozy next to you.

You instantly cuddle into his side and let out a hum of comfort. " always so warm and perfect. " you say softly as you rest your head on his chest.

After he has wrapped you two up in blankets and started the movie you picked out, he wraps his arms around you and caressing your side occasionally, but mainly has his arm around your wast. Because he knows the warmth helps the cramps die down.

You fall asleep before the movie title even rolls onto the screen. He is the only person that you fall asleep so quickly around. Always feels the most safe around him. He cuddles even closer to you so he can get comfy too and falls asleep soon after you.

The end. 💞

I hope you liked my little get away, lol. 😆💞

I almost forgot to throw in a mention of his mustard yellow. 🙈😮 So I decided to do the flowers, idk if there are ones out their that resemble that shade of yellow.. But if there isnt.. We are pretending there is in this story.. 😆😆

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