Can I request a short little blurb of reader sitting in Santi's lap? Just something soft and sweet... I lovw your writing!!!
Thanks, Anon! You asked and I did my best to deliver! I wrote this quickly and I haven’t read it through as I have no patience (and also need to go to sleep shortly), so I hope it’s ok!
Summary: soft, fluffy blurb, about sitting in Santi’s lap and getting all the love in the world
Warnings: none, I don’t think.
GIF by @winterswake
Killing me softly
You are pacing. Pacing up and down the living room floor, mumbling to yourself.
“Baby, stop,” Santi begs from his perch on the couch. “Take a minute to destress, please?”
You cast a helpless glance towards him as you absent-mindedly chew on a fingernail, but even the steadiness of his gaze alone helps you to still, his big, brown eyes trained on you with nothing but love.
“You’re frazzled. But tomorrow is gonna go fine. Now come and sit on my lap and let me help you unwind, Princesa.”
You consider protesting, but he taps his palms on his firm thighs and your words die in your throat. There’s no world in which you can resist those thighs, in any context. And he knows it, too.
“That’s not fair, Garcia. You know all my weaknesses.”
“Is that such a bad thing? If it helps you relax I’m gonna use every weapon in my arsenal. I know my shit about weapons, baby, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
He taps his full thighs again and leans back into the sofa cushions, making his lap look as comfortable and appealing as possible, which, let’s be honest, isn’t hard to do.
“Fine,” you concede, gravitating towards him and sitting down sidewards on his lap, still a little tense and unyielding. Santi will soon fix that. He hooks one arm under both your legs and draws your knees up towards him, resting your feet on the couch. Then, he tugs your head gently down to nestle it into his chest.
Once you are curled into him and adequately settled atop his sturdy thighs, he wraps one arm between your legs, tugging the closest one into him, and the other hand winds through your hair as he rests his cheek against the top of your head.
You sigh contentedly as you relax into his embrace, your elbows folded and one palm pressing against his warm chest, his soft t-shirt beneath your fingertips, the fabric thin enough to feel his body heat through. Your hand idly wanders to the neck and to the sleeve of his t-shirt, your fingers playing at the hems where you seek out his smooth skin, just to have the feel of him under your hand.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Santi reassures, still softly stroking your hair, and the deep vibration of his voice reverberates from his chest where your head rests. You close your eyes at the reassuring sound, and, as you both still, the steady, sophorific sound of Santi’s heartbeat filters into the shell of your ear, just as the smell of him filters in with your breath. You remain there, head rising and falling with his chest as he breathes deeply.
Why didn’t you do this earlier, exactly? In no time at all, you can feel the tension begin to ebb away from your taut muscles. You can feel the coherent, racing worries slip away until your mind is simply full of him. Of feelings and sensations rather than words or tangible thoughts.
“Better, mi alma?” Santi asks in a gentle, soothing voice.
“Yes,” you concede, despite your usual stubborness and reluctance to admit he is right; even though sometimes, Santi knows what you need better than you do yourself.
After a few moments, Santi unwraps his right hand from around your thigh and clasps your hand delicately in his, bringing it to his lips to plant slow, gentle kisses over each of your knuckles in turn.
“I got you,” he repeats, and he wraps his left arm around you, slowly leaning you back so you can rest your head against the arm of the sofa. This allows you to look into each other’s eyes, and Santi’s eyes melt as he gazed down at you and tips your chin up ever so delicately with his index finger. His eyes say everything there are no words to vocalise, then his touch says the rest as he gently caresses your cheek and jaw with the pad of his thumb.
Then, he simply tugs you in close to him again, until you are surrounded in his sturdy circumference, the mass of him warm and strong and all around you.
Your worries have entirely melted away. In fact, you are overcome by something else entirely, and Santi, whose eyes are sweeping over your face and scanning for any sign of stress that he might eliminate, notices instantly that tears begin to ball in your eyes.
“Hey, hey, hey. No,” he soothes. “What is it? Don’t be sad.”
You sniff as the tears spill from your cheeks, spurred on through the softness in his eyes and voice alone. He really does love you, doesn’t he?
“Princesa, what is it?”
“Y-you’ll think I’m r-ridiculous,” you push out, feeling a little silly for getting so upset, but Santi does everything to put you at ease, reaching up to brush away your tears with the sweep of his rough finger.
“No,” he promises. “What is it?”
“I’m h-happy. This is m-my happy place, Santiago Garcia. Right here in your lap. I just love you so m-much I want to cry. I’m such a sap for you, you shithead.”
Santi’s eyes search yours and you could swear he even tears up too. He’s softer than a lot of his acquaintances and maybe even friends would ever dare to guess, this man.
“Cariño, you have no idea how happy you make me. Snuggling you on my lap? Este es mi cielo.”
You reach your hand up to press your palm to his cheek, the familiar brush of his stubble greeting you. His words inspire a fresh batch of happy tears to spill from your cheeks.
“Honey, you should really have these thighs and that silver tongue of yours seized. They’re lethal weapons, I swear. You’re killing me here.”
“Killing you softly?” Santi asks with a gently amused smirk.
Still, he tugs you close and holds you in his arms until your tears subside and until he’s sure that you feel entirely content. As he hugs you tightly, he continues to reassure you that he’s got you. And that he never wants to let you go.
What’s more, you believe him, and suddenly nothing else in the world matters, except being here with the man who is your happy place; with the man who makes you happier than you could ever have imagined being.
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h e l l o
Do you like unicorns or dragons more
Do you like lizards or owls more
Do you like roses or petunias more
Do you like milk or hot sauce more
Do you like rocks or grass more
Do you like pretty or smart more
Do you wear glasses
Do you have freckles
How tall are you
What’s your favorite color(s)
Do you write fanfiction
Do you believe in the moon
Do you like rocks
Do you like sticks
Do you like trees
Do you like wood stain
Do you like paper
Do you have any paper cuts
Do you like bandaids
:))
Dragons because they breathe fire and my friends like them
I like both, but probably lizards 🦎. I love them SO much
I like roses more because I dislike Petuna dursley from Harry Potter
Milk or hot sauce is such a weird question. Neither, hot sauce is a boring way of spicy and milk is meh
R O C K S
Smart because I'm smart
yes (: and sometimes it sucks. If you can see without help I want your eyes
no 😔
height
yes
no and the one time I did it was for school. That's also when I had to, make a Harry Potter oc
yes (: I love big rock
Yes!!!!
Yes!!!! I LOVW sticks
trees my beloved
no opinion
I love paper
no, and I want it to stay that way
yes. very helpful
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SHES SO.........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHDHDGSGDGDHFUFFJDHSDJJDJDJDJSSJSDJDJDJFJFJSJDJDJDJDJFJ I WANT HER TO KISS MEEEEEEEEEE ;///; YOOMTAH IF UR READING THIS PLS GIVE ME KISSES I WILL GLADLY RETURN THE FAVOR........HSHSHHSJSJSJDJFJD IM.DOES THIS
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Confessions
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Ship: Will x Mike(Stranger Things)
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Will was gay. But nobody else knew that. Not even his friends. Though that is starting change, Will recently has started crushing on Mike, sure Mike may have broke up with El not to long ago, but his feeling weren't bad were they.
"G-guys, can I tell you something?"
Lucas and Dustin nodded in response.
"I....um..I l-like Mike."
Dustin's and Lucas's eyes widened. Lucas was the first to say something.
"Dude you're horrible, you do know Mike JUST broke up with El right!?"
Dustin looked at Lucas and then at Will in sympathy.
"Lucas calm d-"
"NO DUSTIN, WILL YOU'RE BEING SELFISH, WHY COULDN'T YOU WAIT AWHILE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON MIKE. YOU'RE JUST A STUPID HORRIBLE PERSON!"
Tears started welling up in Will's eyes, his nose was slowly turning red. He felt so ashamed of himself. Lucas was right, he should've waited awhile before letting his emotions take over him.
"C'mon Dustin, let's go."
Dustin looked at Will with a frown before walking away with Lucas. Bye then the tears were running down his cheeks. He ran to the bathroom, that's where he always went to cry.
"Lu-Lucas was right, I'm a-a horrible per-person!"
He buried his head into his knees, sobbing loudly.
He sat there for about twelve minutes before someone walked in. That someone knelt down beside him and rubbed his shoulder.
"Will what's wrong?"
Will lifted his head to look at Mike.
"I-I told the guys th-that I like you. Then L-Lucas called me a h-horrible person for liking y-you. He's right i-isn't he?"
Mike took in everything he loved about Will. His chubby cheeks and small nose. His beautiful brown eyes that often shimmered. His giggle that could kill anyone near bye. His playful yet soft personality that made him blush. The way will bit his lip whenever he was nervous. He loved Will.
Mike took Will's chin and slowly lifted his head.He got closer and closer, to the point of kissing distance. Will could feel Mikes hot breath on his lips. Oh how he wished Mike would close the gap between them.
So that's what he did. Mike smashed their lips together. The kiss was soft and pure, full of love and sympathy.
They broke apart for air.
"Will I love you."
Will's eyes shined with happiness. He tightly hugged Mike.
"I lovw you too."
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LOVED WRITING THIS! (*´∀`*)
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