#Festival Santiago Off

[dameronscopilot]

illicit affair

Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader

Summary: Following your intimate encounter with your dad’s best friend, Santiago, during your family’s Thanksgiving gathering, the two of you pick back up where you left off when you visit home again for Christmas—though your covert rendezvous doesn’t quite go as planned. 

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, minimal plot mainly filth, DBF!Santiago, implied age gap (reader is of age), masturbation, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, rimming, reference to anal sex, creampie, squirting, cum eating, spit kink, praise kink, choking kink, rough sex, dirty talk

A/N: This is a sequel to cut the brakes. If you want context on "what happened at Thanksgiving," read that first! This and all of my other spirals over DBF!Santi are forever dedicated to my beloved @welcometostayingawake.

While you’d anticipated sneaking away to see Santiago during your trip home to spend the holidays with your family…this turn of events certainly wasn’t in your itinerary. 

Initially, after the clamor of festivities at your dad’s house on Christmas, you’d had every intention of feigning plans with hometown friends for the days that followed—plans that would actually find you nestled up at Santi’s house, during which time he’d hopefully make good on all of the wanton promises he’d made over the phone following your Thanksgiving adventures. Your vibrator was nearly on its last leg after vigorous daily use at this point, the silicone finding a familiar home lodged deep inside of your wet cunt every evening as your phone screen lit up with videos of Santiago fisting his thick cock. 

Santi had found a reasonable excuse to politely decline your dad’s invite to Christmas dinner, if only because he could in no way promise that he’d be able to resist fucking you right there in your childhood bedroom while your family unknowingly mingled in the living room. The mere thought sent excitement racing down your spine, but you knew you had to play it safe if you wanted this to continue. He was your dad’s best goddamn friend, after all. God forbid your grandmother accidentally mistake your room for the bathroom and find the man balls deep inside of you. 

So yeah, you’d save your long-awaited fuck fest for the privacy of Santiago’s house. Where you could scream as loudly as you wanted to whilst he pounded you into the mattress.

…at least that’s what you thought. 

Until your dad invited you along for a Boxing Day visit to Santiago’s, in lieu of his absence from the prior evening’s celebrations. A visit which unfortunately coincided with a snowy morning that rapidly evolved into an outright blizzard by the afternoon, the hazardous road conditions therefore preventing you from leaving. 

Snowed in with your father and Santiago?

What could possibly go wrong?

—

You ran a hand over the sleek black comforter neatly tucked across Santiago’s large mattress, your mind spinning at the thought that you were about to sleep in his bed for the very first time with your father in the room just across the hall. And Santi wasn’t even there with you.

When it became clear that you wouldn’t be getting out the door anytime soon due the amount of snow that continued to accumulate in the streets with not a single plow in sight, Santiago had offered up his bedroom and his guest room to the two of you. Your father was quick to say he’d take the couch, but Santi insisted otherwise. And when he proceeded to head upstairs to clear out the abundant clutter in the spare bedroom, which he rarely used, your dad casually waved him off as he told him not to bother. He, personally, didn’t mind the mess, and you could just take Santi’s bedroom to make things easier.  You hadn’t dared even steal a glance over in his direction when your father said that, face burning with the downright irony of the situation at hand.

Sighing, you allowed yourself to collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows and inhaling the warm scent of Santiago’s cologne. You rolled onto your side, your body pressing into the edges of a hard lump nestled beneath the covers. Curious, you pulled the blanket down, fingers closing around a rectangular box tied shut with a large, pink bow. You tugged at the silky material and opened the lid to find a lacy lingerie set with an index card placed on top of it.

Merry Christmas, cariño.

Breath hitching in your throat, you brushed your fingers over the material, a thrill running down your spine. Of fucking course he would do this. 

A few moments later, your clothes were left discarded on the floor as you slipped on Santiago’s gift, turning sideways to admire the way the lingerie looked on your body. Glancing back over at the soft, rumpled sheets on the bed, an idea occurred to you, prompting you to climb back onto the mattress.

Santiago may not have the opportunity to fuck you in this bed tonight, but you’d certainly be getting off one way or another. You ran a hand down your throat and over your breasts, teasing at your peaked nipples, which were nearly on full display through the sheer bra. Sliding your fingers inside of the material, you arched your back into your own touch, imagining that the sting of pleasure that pinching your nipples elicited was from Santiago’s teeth as he latched his mouth onto your tits. 

Your thighs fell open as you trailed your hand along your stomach, fingers flirting with the waistband of the panties that just barely covered your mound and your ass. But before allowing yourself unfettered access to your aching cunt, you reached toward the nightstand for your phone, opening up the camera.

You snapped several photos, including a shot of your breasts while you sucked on your fingers, your ass on full display with nothing but a thin strap of material running between your cheeks, and the sticky arousal that had already leaked through your panties, coating the inside of your thighs. Santiago had received plenty of suggestive photos of you recently, but the chance to shamelessly tease him while you were sprawled out across his mattress, knowing he couldn’t come upstairs and fuck you, was something you couldn’t pass up.

Swiping over to the video feature, you propped the phone up on a pillow for a full-frontal view of your leaking cunt as you hooked a finger in the fabric, pulling the panties aside and inserting your middle finger into your fluttering hole. You moaned as you realized just how wet you were already, the digit sliding through your tight walls with no resistance, and you quickly slid another finger in.

Downstairs, Santi shifted from where he was sprawled out on the couch, lifting up his phone and squinting in the darkness of the living room to glance at the bright screen. His mouth went dry as he swiped a finger to reveal the gallery of images you’d sent to him, showing off that you’d indeed found the gift he’d stashed under the covers for you.

He scrolled through the pictures, cock stiffening heavily in his sweatpants at the way the lingerie left little to the imagination, showing off the dips and curves of your nearly naked body. Groaning, his hand found its way into his boxers when he opened the video of you finger fucking yourself, and he gripped his shaft tightly at the slick, squelching noises that accompanied your needy moans. 

“Santi”

At the sound of you whimpering his name, he dropped the phone face down in his lap, biting down hard on his knuckles as he fisted his length, jerking his hips upward, mind wandering with the temptation of climbing the stairs two at a time and stuffing his cock inside of you without preamble.

He’d spent far too many nights jerking off to nothing but your text messages in the time since he’d seen you last—he’d even gone so far as to excuse himself from the table when he made the mistake of opening a particularly filthy photo of a dildo stuffed into your ass while he was out for lunch with your father last week, rushing to the bathroom to sloppily fuck his fist (while also sending you a photo of the way he’d accidentally splattered his cum all over the stall afterward). 

Santi was nearing the point of desperation now—he needed to feel the way your tight cunt choked down his fat cock as he slid inside of you. He needed to hear your broken sobs in his ear as he kept fucking you through your first orgasm and right into the next without stopping. He needed see the cock drunk expression on your face as he pumped you full of cum over and over. 

He was halfway through entertaining of the thought of how quickly he’d be able to escape the wrath of your father's fists if were to walk into the bedroom to find Santi fucking his daughter when he froze upon hearing a creaking sound up on the stairs. Hastily pulling his hand out of his pants, he sat up, only to be greeted by the side of you slinking your way across the room and over to the couch.

“Is that my shirt?”

You offered him a wry grin, doing a twirl for effect, the unbuttoned dress shirt fanning out to reveal the lingerie set you wore beneath. 

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he muttered, running a hand over his face, cock throbbing in his boxers. “Come here.”

He beckoned you toward him, and you swiftly climbed into his lap, immediately pressing down against the erection straining at the front of his pants. He slipped his hands inside of the shirt you’d pilfered from his closet, running them up your sides before scooping your breasts into his palms. You arched into his touch, rocking your hips against him. 

Leaning in, he ran his teeth over the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “Did you touch yourself in my bed?”

His breath was hot as it ghosted along the side of your neck, and you shivered as you admitted, “I...may have made a bit of a mess."

Santi snaked a hand between your bodies, cupping your mound to feel the wet, sticky remains of your orgasm. He pushed your panties aside just enough to dip a finger into your sensitive entrance, scooping up a glob of cum and licking it off. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, cupping the side of your face and leaning in to kiss you.

Your chest heaved as his lips finally slotted against yours, quickly engulfing your mouth as he loosely wrapped a hand around your throat.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you asked, “Should we go upstairs?”

Santi chuckled against your lips, brushing a thumb along your bottom lip. “No, because I think you want me to fuck you right here on this couch. That’s why you came down here, isn’t it?”

Heat flared in your gut as his gaze burned into yours, knowing all too well that after your risky romp in your dad’s backyard, part of you wanted to chase that thrill again. And you knew that if you told him that’s what you wanted, he’d do it. 

So you nodded.

He reached up, sliding the shirt off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground as he leaned in, mouthing the space between your breasts.

“Get up, and bend yourself over the arm of the couch.”

His tone brokered no room for argument, so you clambered out of his lap, padding across the carpet and grabbing a throw pillow before folding your body over the side of the couch. 

But before he could get up to follow, you reached out and placed a hand on his wrist from where he was still seated. “Wait.”

You let your hand trail over his thighs, pressing the heel of your palm into his erection, and he quickly understood what exactly you were getting at. Santi shifted so that he was kneeling on the cushion in front of you, and he tugged his t-shirt up and out of the way as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock as it sprang free. He sucked in a breath as you darted out your tongue to lap up the precum dribbling down the tip. 

Santi’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as your lips parted around his cock, slowly taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length, swallowing him as deeply as you could and glancing up at him to make eye contact as you reached out to play with his balls. 

Santi groaned, fingertips pressing into your scalp. “Can’t believe you can take my whole cock in that pretty little mouth. If I didn’t want your pussy so bad right now, I’d fuck your throat till you were choking on my cum.”

Clenching your thighs together as a fresh wave of arousal trickled through your body, you continued to bob on his shaft, saliva running down your chin as your lips engulfed him. After a few moments, Santi pulled himself out of your mouth before you drove him over the edge, sliding off of the couch and coming to stand behind you.

He began to firmly massage the globes of your ass with both hands before pulling aside the material of the thong nestled between your cheeks and spreading them wide. You dug your fingers into the couch cushion below you at the sound of Santiago spitting, letting out a huff of air as the glob landed right on your exposed tight ring of muscle.

“I was out to eat with your dad when you sent me that photo of you fucking yourself in the ass with a dildo, sweetheart,” he casually stated as he ran a finger over your puckered rim.

“I know,” you gasped out.

He tutted. “Maybe I should take you to the same restaurant this week. I’ll show you the bathroom stall where I had to go jerk off, and I'll stuff my dick in your tight little hole right there. You can spend the rest of lunch feeling my cum dripping out of your ass.”

You whimpered as he slowly began to press his finger past the rim. “Please.”

“I’ll fuck your needy cunt in my truck after, too. And then you can go back to your dad’s house and act like both of your fucked out holes aren’t full of his best friend’s cum,” he gritted out, voice wavering slightly as he slipped his entire finger into your ass. 

Despite his initial reservations about your arrangement, Santiago had clearly reached the point of no return, prepared to embrace just how fucked up this entire situation was.

A sound of surprise left you at the feeling of him reaching down with his other hand to run his fingers through your folds before thrusting two of them into your entrance. You tugged the throw blanket down from where it was laying on the back of the couch, biting down hard on the edge of the material as Santi squeezed another digit into your ass, fingering both of your wet holes with fervor. 

“You like having both of your holes filled, don’t you?” he questioned, voice rough.

“Feels so fucking good, Santi,” you nearly sobbed.

He worked a third finger into your cunt and your ass, and it took all of your willpower not to shout.

“Come for me again before I fuck you, cariño.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. As he crooked a finger tightly inside of your pussy, the steady thrum of pleasure coiling deep in your gut unfurled rapidly, the ache between your thighs blooming white-hot as your climax gushed out of you—literally.

“Oh fuck,” Santi moaned appreciatively as clear liquid squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his arm. 

Cock throbbing painfully with need at the sight, he hastily tugged you back onto the couch, placing you so that you were kneeling on the cushions and facing the back of it. He unclasped your bra, greedily palming at your naked breasts before reaching down and tearing your panties in two.

“I liked those!” you protested, whispering loudly.

He leaned in, biting the side of your neck. “I’ll buy you more, if you’re good.”

You wiggled your ass against his cock, feeling it brush against your cheeks. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Santi smirked, gently grabbing your chin and turning your head to the side to face him while wrapping his other hand around your neck. “That’s my girl. Now open for me.”

Clearly, your late night pleas via text message for Santi to “make you his little slut and spit in your mouth” weren’t forgotten, because the moment you parted your lips for him, he tightened his grip around your throat as he spat a glob of saliva into the back of your throat. 

After you swallowed, he brought his lips to meet yours, kissing you hard as he reached down to line his cock up with your dripping entrance. You let your thighs spread further apart as he began to sink into your cunt, both of you groaning softly in unison at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of your slick walls. 

He slowly pulled out of you, taking his time to let you adjust to his girth, but he paused as you pleaded, “Be rough with me, Santi.”

Running a thumb along the curve of your jaw, he warned, “You have to be quiet though.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to shut me up,” you retorted, roughly pushing back against him and rapidly sheathing his length in the warmth of your cunt once more. 

He hummed thoughtfully, trailing two fingers along your cheek before swiping them across your lips. You darted your tongue out, licking the digits before taking them into your mouth. 

“That’s it,” he crooned, pushing his fingers further in, urging you to suck on them as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts, hips snapping against your own.

A wave of heat spread under your skin as you desperately sucked on Santiago’s fingers, saliva running down your chin while he pounded into you, massaging your inner walls with his thick shaft at a brutal pace. Your nerves were on fire, and it was all you could do to keep from moaning as he jackhammered into you, the couch groaning in protest with each vigorous thrust. 

He reached down with his free hand, and you gagged on the fingers lodged in your mouth as he slid two fingers back into your ass while he continued to roughly fuck you against the cushions. At that, you began to lose your composure, legs trembling and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried not to cry out. Feeling the telltale tightening of your muscles, Santi took his fingers back from where your lips were wrapped around them, instead clapping his hand firmly over your mouth to muffle the wail of pleasure bubbling up in your throat as your orgasm punched through you.

Hips stuttering, Santi plunged into you several more times before his own climax overtook him, and he left his pulsing cock stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with every last drop of cum that your cunt greedily milked from his shaft.

Once he was spent, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade as you both tried to catch your breath. When you eventually attempted to move, he shook his head, holding you in place as he pulled away from you, and you could feel as his cum began to leak from your hole, dripping down your thighs. Confused, you glanced back, only to catch a glimpse of the wink he tossed your way before leaning in, lapping broad strokes through your sensitive folds. You shivered at the overstimulation, the feeling of his tongue probing your entrance both too much and not enough all at once. 

Santi froze as a creaking sound echoed from the hallway upstairs, and he cursed, quickly climbing up onto the couch and pulling you down, trapping you between his body and the cushions as he covered you both with a blanket. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of your father descending the stairs, and you dared not breathe as Santi gripped your hips tightly while footsteps could be heard in the kitchen. Obscured by the darkness of the living room and the thick blanket you were burrowed beneath, you thought you’d probably be fine...as long as you didn’t move until your dad went back to bed.

—but Santiago clearly couldn’t resist a challenge. 

He trailed a hand down your chest, cupping your mound, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to hold back the whimper he almost drew out of you as he sunk two fingers back into your cunt.

“I want you to come for me one more time," he murmured.

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[world-of-aus]

More Than Business II

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Baker!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, no really just fluff.

Author’s Note: There will be one more part to this little series before we wrap up Biker Bucky and his sweet Baker. Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoy this latest update, all other parts can be found on @worldofausupdates​! Enjoy buns.

Your bakery was its usual buzz, despite the open after hours.

“Well now hold on a minute,” one of you regulars Santiago, owner of ‘Santiagos Satin’ blurts out, “if y/n say’s we can trust the 107, and they’ve given us no reason not to shouldn’t we be less wary of this offer they’re laying down for us, surely there’s a reason Mr. Barnes is wanting our help, this could be big for all of us!”

“Santiago’s right,” Marie, owner of ‘Maries Mazing Muffins’ agrees, “think of the business this could bring in for all of us, especially with the people the 107 are likely tied to, we could see many of our business boom because of this festival!”

The buzz in your bakery grows, the various business owners that make-up the block all sharing their thoughts over one another. “What do you think y/n,” Meredith chirps up quieting the others, “do you think we can trust Mr. Barnes and the 107 – you think joining this festival would be a wise investment?”

Your bakery grows quiet all eyes on you as they wait for your answer, “In order to trust you must give trust, and I think James and the men of the 107 have earned our trust. Like Santiago mentioned they’ve given us no reason to be wary of them, and Marie drove a good point this could be the turning point for a lot of the businesses on the block.” You can still see the wariness in some eyes so you continue, “I can understand the uneasiness; but then tell me, when have the 107 ever given you reason not to trust them? Marie when your sign was scattered in broken shards all over your walkway who was there the next morning to clean up and ensure you had the fees to cover a new sign? Meredith, when someone came into yours and Willie’s shop and ran off with the roses from your stand out front who strolled in minutes later with the teen and your roses? Alice, when you and your dad’s one working iron stove went out who pulled through and had a delivery out front within the thirty minutes of it breaking?’

You’re finally seeing a reaction as many of their gazes fall to the ground, a sudden guilt creeping over their features as they let your words settle over them. “She’s right,” Alice speaks up, all eyes falling to the teen, “Mr. Barnes and the 107 have really only offered us there help but we’ve been too blind to it because of the fee collection at the beginning of every month, it feels like they’re stealing from our businesses when really they’ve been collecting on our behalf, they’ve fixed every expense for us without being told too.”

The quiet murmurs of the others begins to rise through your shop, the other tenants on the block all chiming in their thoughts with one another. “So what,” Alice’s dad starts, “what’s the plan here, what do you expect we do y/n?” As if giving your response the quiet rumble of several bikes rattle through your shop, the quiet murmurs becoming loud as the other business owners eyes drift to the windows of your shop before drifting back to you in a questioning worry.

Your smile is sheepish as you step towards your door, “I’m sorry to spring this on all of you, but you’ve only heard their story from others in passing, you’ve only grazed the cover page.” The key clicks in place, lock turning, knob going along with it as Bucky pushes your bakery door open, soft smile grazing his pink lips as the others of the 107 trail in behind him, their smiles just as welcoming as their leaders.

Their forms loom behind you, bright smiles pasted on all their lips as they look over their tenants. Bucky steps forward then strong arm falling over your shoulder as he brings you closer, you silently pass the floor over to Bucky then, fingers squeezing his side reassuringly. The brunette clears his throat before he speaks to the quiet room, “I know many of you are unsure of us, and it may feel like what I’m asking is already a lot to what we ask for at the beginning of every month but I find I need to ask anyway. The group and I are asking you all to come together with us and help us put together a fun festival for not only the people in our town, but for the neighboring towns as well. We’re hoping with your help we can showcase parts of our town that make it special, that make it ours, and I believe that by hosting a festival such as this one, it’ll have more people dropping in, bringing in more sales that will drive all the shops in our area.”

The soft murmurs begin again, “pardon Mr. Barnes,” one of the tenants pipes up from the back, “but aren’t you in the least bit worried that the extended invitation may fall into the wrong hands?” You can feel the moment he tenses beneath your fingers, but he masks it well as he pulls on that warm smile, “it’s been a thought of ours,” he answers as he looks over to his brothers, “but we’ve been in talk with the others from the towns neighboring us, and have come in agreement, that our people will be safe during this festival, security will be high, we know the risks that come with lowered guards.”

“And do you know those you’re hiring for security?”

“It’ll be your very own amongst the other clubs joining us,” Bucky answers. The murmurs grow, “this festival isn’t for us, but for all of you, it’s our way of giving back to all of you for all the times you’ve given to us,” Bucky meets your gaze then, “we want you all to feel like your family, like you can come to us should a problem arise, we don’t want you to fear those who are here solely to make sure your protected and cared for.”

The murmurs grow to quieted conversations as their tenants check in with one another, you watch as they come to their conclusions. “Do we have a deadline for booths,” one chimes in, “we can’t just put anything out you know,” another adds, “if we’re to represent our town and what it stands for we need to gather and prepare our best.”

Grins spread through your bakery your own pulling at your lips as you can’t help but to jump in place. “Whatever you need,” Bucky chimes in over the excitement growing, “the 107 and its members are here to serve you.”

An unexpected but welcomed cheer sounds through your bakery, your hands squeezing Buckys sides as you watch two family’s come as one before you. Your gaze meets his warm one, “told you it would work,” you grin before you’re looking back into the intermingled crowd.  

“Everyone,” you speak up, “please feel free to help yourselves to some baked goods and refreshments – on me,” you add despite the groans of protest from your neighbors. Bucky leans into your side voice low amongst the loud mingling chatter, “can I see you in your office?”

“Told you it would work,” you say as you lean up against your desk hands hoisting yourself up onto the wooden oak. Bucky’s shutting the door behind himself, “and I have you to thank for it, I don’t think I would have had the same reaction if it wouldn’t have been for you asking everyone to meet here and asking them to hear us out.”

A smile pulls at your lips, legs crossing as you watch him close the distance between the two of you, “give yourself credit Barnes, I’m only responsible for hosting this meeting, everything else laid out was all you.” A mirrored smile pulls at his lips, soft chuckle meeting your ears as he cages you in, hands on each side of you, “maybe, but I still couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Well you know what I think, I think regardless of the part I played here the reaction you got out there was all because of you.” Bucky’s hand finds yours, “you put your part in Buck, and you need to continue to do so, you’ll find that overtime they’ll become as welcoming as I am. What,” you question over a laugh at the look he gives you.

He lifts both your hands, fingers curling with yours, your heart beating like a wild drum in your chest mouth going dry as you follow his actions. “don’t think anyone could quite meet up to you.” You lick over your lips, “what do you mean,” you question though you’re sure you knew what he meant you just wanted to hear it, needed to hear it to believe that what you felt wasn’t just one-sided like you had allowed yourself to believe that night.

“Your selfless, kind, welcoming, loving, you’ve never judged a person before getting to know them – you see the good in people even when they can’t see it in themselves.”

“I like to believe there’s good in everyone, they just need a little help finding it,” your murmur eyes locking with his.

“You’re not afraid,” he adds, “always seeing the positive in something that others might see negative.”

“Ma did always say I was an optimistic.”

That brings a smile to his lips, “Your ma wasn’t wrong sugar, you’re a breath of fresh air, you make others around you want to do good by you, do good just to be around you.”

“You know I’ve already forgiven you for that night right,” you tease drawing a low chuckle from the man before you, “don’t think you were even mad at me to begin with, which you should have been, I shouldn’t have said what I said that night, it’s not what I wanted to say.”

“And what would you have preferred to say that night?”

“I would have preferred to have taken you up on your offer to stop by with those treats,” he answers, “and then when you did show up with them I would have asked you if you wanted to stay awhile because I don’t see our visits as business transactions, they may have been that  at first, but it wasn’t long before you had me seeing it as more – there was something about you that had me wanting to come around you and the first of the month wasn’t cutting it for me anymore, but I let the fear of what could happen to you get the better of me. You’re to kind for my world.”

“I can protect myself Buck,” you find yourself saying, “but I also know that you wouldn’t let anything happen to me either if it ever came down to it.”

“I have no doubt that you can protect yourself sugar, you’ve showed me time and time again that you can hold your own and that of others because that’s just who you are.”

“So,” you hum deciding to push your luck, “does that mean you’ll let me come drop off some treats at the clubhouse?”

Bucky somehow steps in closer, your breath hitching at the action, “you can come by anytime you’d like, treats or not, I was actually hoping to show you around the clubhouse after the festival, give you a tour of things – is that something you’d like?”

A smile pulls at your lips, “I’d really like that Buck, I'd really like that.”

[justafandomgvrl]

Pick A Damn Tree

Santiago x Reader

Word count - 650ish

So fluffy. So sweet. Take an antiemetic.

“Pope.” Will’s patience is running out. The four men had been wandering around the lot for what felt like hours, and it seemed none of the trees were good enough.

“What’s the big deal about this anyway?” Benny asks as Santiago deems yet another tree to not be the right one.

“Fish.” Santiago says as he examines a different tree. Frankie sighs, stepping in between Santiago and the Miller brothers. Benny raises an eyebrow, waiting for Frankie’s explanation of Pope’s new, unexpected care about Christmas.

“He’s never bought a Christmas tree before but he knows how much it means to the love of his life so he wants to do it right. That about sum it up?” Santiago nods and Frankie grins. “But seriously, Pope, just pick a damn tree. They’re all fine. And their brother keeps texting me to ask how long he needs to keep them busy.” Santiago sighs, gesturing at the tree in front of them. “Oh, no, not that tree.” Frankie huffs, grabbing his shoulders and steering him back to one they looked at earlier. The one they stop in front of is darker, taller, thicker.

“Are you sure?” Santiago asks, brushing his fingers along the leaves.

“I promise, they’ll love it. Let’s just get it and go.” Frankie assures him.

You finally get back to the house, exhausted. You loved your brother, you really do, but spending seven hours with him is a bit more than you prepared for. You yawn as you open the door. Hands immediately cover your eyes and you jump, heart pounding wildly.

“Hermanita, it’s me.” Frankie’s voice soothes you and you sigh, slapping his arm.

“What is going on?” You huff and he chuckles.

“Fish?” Will calls and you raise your eyebrow.

“Come on, Fish!” Benny yells and you groan.

“Everyone’s here? That’s never a good sign for my kitchen.” You grumble. Frankie laughs, guiding you through the house to the kitchen, firmly shutting the door to the front room behind you both. “What’s going on, Frankie?” You ask as soon as he removes his hands from your eyes and he chuckles. You jump to sit on the counter and fold your arms over your chest.

“I promise it’s a good thing, okay?” He says, leaning against the door. “Just wait ten minutes. It’s worth it. A Frankie guarantee.” You sigh but nod and he vanishes back into the front room. You pace impatiently, desperate to know what they could possibly be doing in the front room that you’re not allowed to see. It surprises you when Will and Benny come to get you. Benny holds your wrists as Will covers your eyes with one hand, the other on your back as they lead you to the front room. Will removes his hands and your eyes well up when you see the front room. Santiago is standing next to a gorgeous tree, decorated ridiculously to the point you think decorations might fall off, and the entire room is decked in lights and festive paraphernalia. You run over to him, jumping into his arms and kissing him, ignoring the cheers from Benny. Frankie grins at the sight, clapping his hands on the backs of the Miller brothers.

“You did this?” You whisper and Santiago nods, refusing to put you down.

“Of course I did. I want to make you happy. And you always have to decorate so I thought I'd be more helpful this time.” Benny clears his throat and Santiago rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, I thought WE would be more helpful this time.”

“I love you.” You mumble, burying your head in his neck. He smiles and presses a kiss to your hair.

“I love you too, hermosa.”

[xoxoskai]

In honor of Throttled’s three-year anniversary, here are some Slade family head cannons!

Noah does the cooking in the house. 

Maya’s responsibility is to read out the recipe he’s making. 

Noah always participates in Maya’s vlogs when she asks and threatens asks everyone else with him to do it as well. 

Maya realizes she gained 10K followers overnight when she posted an Instagram story with Noah walking around shirtless behind her in the frame. 

Shirtless Noah is then banned in the household. 

Maya’s parents favor Noah over both Santiago and Maya, and Noah never stops flaunting it. 

Noah watches soap operas with his mother-in-law and does not stop talking about the plotline for days. 

Whenever they fight, Maya retaliates by wearing Santiago’s number again. 

Noah’s equivalent to sleeping on the couch during fights is hanging at Santi’s place till he gets kicked out to go “make up with his wife”

Occasionally, Maya is the third wheel in Noah and Santiago’s bromance. 

After retiring, Noah only comes back to Bandini as Team Principal after James Mitchell retires from the post. 

Having Liam and Sophie as neighbors means lots of joint dinner parties, festival celebrations, emergency midnight crisis contacts and accidental witnessing of things like - 

Noah and Maya witnessing Liam and Sophie trampoline jumping into their pool from the roof. 

Liam and Sophie watching Noah discuss the latest soap opera in heavy detail over barbeque with a full outline of the characters, plot twists and the villains (Sophie doesn’t know but Liam asks about the channel and the time it airs after dinner). 

Because of his issues with his parents, Maya is first anxious to tell Noah that she’s pregnant. 

Noah bursts into tears with happiness when she does tell him though. 

Maya’s cravings make Noah a professional chef who sometimes races. 

Noah tries to stop Maya from travelling with him and only allows her to do it till her second trimester. 

Maya never tells Noah, but she thinks he looks hot carrying a baby bag filled with essentials. 

Noah is on the podium when Maya’s water breaks. 

Maya is carried by Noah to the car with Santi and Jax clearing out the way. 

The two hours Maya is in labor are the most excruciating of his entire life and he hates that he agreed to let her be present at the race where so many things could have gone wrong. 

Noah cries when the Doctor tells him his wife and son are both in good condition. Noah cries harder when he holds Marko for the first time. 

Marko has the most loving and doting parents in the world, the best grandparents and the coolest uncle.

Marko develops a love for racing at a very early age.

Unlike his own father, Noah lets Marko take it at his own pace. He is proud of his son and even more proud that they love the same sport, but he does not want to be controlling and obsessive.

Maya loves setting up playdates with Sophie’s twins the moment she finds out about Marko’s little crush. 

Initially, Marko chooses his mother’s birthday date as his car number.

He is offered a contract from Bandini at the age of 20. Noah takes a backseat from being the Team Principal, becomes a strategist instead.

Tio Santi is his go-to person for everything. When his parents come off as overbearing? Sleepover at Tio Santi’s. Love advice for a girl’s he crushed on his whole life? Tio Santi. How to bail him from trouble without letting his parents know? Tio Santi. 

Marko is a vivid reader after he borrows Stephen King's books from Liam one time. He also takes suggestions from Sophie about the romance books her daughter is currently into.

When Maya finally conceives their daughter, Noah nearly passes out from hearing the news.

When Baby Slade is born, no one loves and dotes on her like Marko does. Whatever she wants, she will get. 

A 12-year age difference means Marko is very protective of her. 

Baby Slade is fawned over by her father and spoiled rotten by both the Slade men. 

When she starts pre-school, Noah is a rare father in the hordes of mothers trying to get his wailing daughter to go inside. 

Noah does not notice all the women fanning themselves when his daughter rushes into his arms but Maya having already witnessed this during Marko’s preschool does after which Papa Slade is banned never to pick his daughter up alone.

Maya sings her daughter to sleep in spanish most nights.

Baby Slade follows everything her older brother does -

Starts writing with her left hand because “Koko” does. 

Wants her hair styled like Koko’s.

Wants to race as well as Koko (cue heartbroken Noah).

When her date for prom does not show up, Marko flies in on the eve of a Grand Prix to take her and flies her out for his race later the next day. 

The older she gets, the more she teases her brother about his one-sided love. 

They are openly proud of each other’s achievements; he posts about the school awards she’s won on his stories, and she always keeps tracks of her big brother’s races. 

Maya loves how they are as close as Santi and her. 

Her first boyfriend has to be escorted out of their home, sniffing and on the verge of tears, by an apologetic Maya thanks to the Slade men drilling him incessantly. 

After which Noah and Marko have to earn the youngest Slade's affection back and ask for forgiveness not less than a hundred times.

Tio Santi is her favorite adult and like her older brother, she loves calling him her superhero. 

Both Slade siblings are fluent in atleast 3 languages. Their motto is - Spanish, sexy and Slade.

No matter how old they get, Noah still calls Marko “monkey” and his daughter “princess”

No matter how old they get, the Slade children never not love how involved, cherished and loved their parents make them feel. 

No matter how old they get, Noah and Maya still dance in the kitchen to soft music with dimmed lights constantly reminding each other how loved they are and how there is no other place they’d rather be. 

THIS WAS A LOT LONGER THAN I PLANNED FOR IT TO BE AND BY THE END OF IT I DIDN’T PLAN TO GET SO EMOTIONAL. THIS SERIES MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND I LOVE ALL THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THAT IT IS OVERWHELMING AT TIMES

[louisupdates]

On AFHF coming to Chile.

It’s an idea I’ve had now… I’ve had it for a while, even before we did the first version of it. I’m a big festival fan, as a listener, and as a fan. I’ve had many great experiences there. So to be able to create something like that was always quite important to me. There was definitely a time when I thought it was maybe too ambitious. It is an ambitious thing to pull off. It’s something I’m really, really proud of. I’ve been doing it for quite a few years now. I think every single year, it gets bigger and bigger. Yeah, there’s time for it to come to Chile. For sure, for sure. Just not yet.

- Louis Tomlinson for Los 40 Chile [4.4.2024] to promote FITFWT24: Santiago

10/10

[alwritey-aphrodite]

six

Chapter 6 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: it’s getting pretty intense (yearning. it’s the yearning that’s intense)

Just as you suspected, Inez wakes you before the sun is even fully in the sky, deep blues and rich oranges painting the view outside your window, with barely any light streaming through. But, today, and her birthday, are the only days you’ll indulge her by waking up whenever she does.

You trudge downstairs in your pajamas and get started on the coffee while Inez races over to the tree, staring in awe at the presents that await her. Sydney and Will have to get an early start to their day as well, so they’re up soon after you are.

While it’s only about an hour drive to Will’s parents, Christmas is a full day, full family affair for the Millers. It’s essentially a family reunion, just with presents and more tensions. This is Sydney’s second year braving the Miller household on Christmas, and you have complete faith that she’ll be able to hold it together.

Even so, you’ve constructed a backup plan, some issue that requires her and Will to leave early. And as much as he loves his family, you know Will’s thankful to keep this plan in his back pocket.

After a quick breakfast, Sydney and Will are out the door and Inez is back to impatiently waiting next to the Christmas tree. You join her in the living room, coffee cup in hand, and let her rip open her gifts.

It would be impossible not to smile at her pure joy and appreciation for every single gift she opens, no matter how small or large. After opening a gift that you signed, she runs over to hug you, and otherwise she shouts her thanks into the room, as if hoping that Santa could hear her.

With her ferocity, the gifts are opened in under thirty minutes and it’s still barely past the sunrise. You knew what you were agreeing to when Sydney told you she’d be spending Christmas Day with the Millers, but now you regretted that choice. As much as you loved to spend time with your daughter, there were only so many festive things you could do together that would keep her entertained.

And then you get a text.

Not sure what your plans are, but I remember you saying Syd was ditching you. You’re welcome to stop by. Toby would love the company.

You hate how broadly you smile at that, you hate the butterfly stampede in your chest. You feel suddenly lightheaded at the idea of spending more time alone with Santi, when the last time that happened you’d left kiss drunk and confused, unsure of how you felt.

You enjoyed it, that much was obvious, and the moments played on a loop inside your head. But you couldn’t place the tightness in your chest, the need to feel close to him. It was forgein and scary and you didn’t know if Santiago felt the same, if he felt anything at all.

Still, you ask Inez what she thinks, and she’s thrilled at the idea of meeting Santiago’s dog, so you send him your response.

Inez gives that two thumbs up. When should we stop over?

His response comes almost immediately, as if he had been staring and waiting for you to answer.

Whenever it works for you two. I can make lunch?

Sounds perfect, see you soon!

You shut off your phone and resist the urge to hide your face in a pillow, squeal, and kick your legs. Instead, you give Inez the devastating news that she needs to change out of her pajamas if you’re going to leave the house. She looks as if you just told her you have to return all of her presents.

“Comfy clothes?” You try to find a compromise, because today’s really mostly about avoiding tears, and she nods before trudging upstairs. You sit on the couch for a few moments longer, taking deep breaths the way you’ve had to do more often lately, before joining Inez upstairs to help her get ready for the day.

You send Sydney a message to let her know that you’ll be borrowing her car for a few hours, and then you start to make yourself presentable. You’re almost thankful for the antsy way Inez swings her legs off the bed, urging you to make your decisions faster.

Once you’ve settled on an outfit and helped Inez get all bundled up in her coat and boots, you start the drive to Santi’s house, heart pounding against your ribcage. Inez babbles on and on about how excited she is to see a puppy, giving you something else to think about before you go into a full blown panic over something as simple as seeing Santiago again.

Soon, you’re parking in front of Santiago’s house, Inez squirming to be let out of her car seat. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she’s off like a rocket, racing towards the front door, but she waits for you rather impatiently before ringing the doorbell. Her face lights up when she can hear Toby barking at the noise. You have to push down a smile at Santiago’s muffled shushing.

The three of you shout your greetings as Santi opens the door, using his leg to keep Toby safely in the house while ushering you and Inez instead. He grips Toby firmly around his middle while you help Inez take her boots off so he doesn’t rush and tackle her.

“He’s never bitten anyone, and I’ve always made sure he was ok with his tail and ears being pulled on,” Santiago assures you, waiting for your go-ahead before releasing Toby, as if you’d change your mind now and scoop Inez up before rushing away. Instead, you nod and remind Inez to be gentle.

Toby’s tail is wagging comically hard, barking happily when Santi lets him go. He rushes over to you first, remembering you from your previous visit, before he heads over to suss out Inez. She pats him on the head, as gently as she can, and it must be good enough for Toby because he flops over for some belly scratches.

“Merry Christmas,” Santiago tells you as you trail deeper into his house, Inez and Toby lagging behind in his front entrance. You answer him with a smile.

“Thanks for inviting us over, I know Inez has been looking forward to seeing a puppy.” You make no mention of what you want, of how deeply you seem to crave spending time with Santi.

You let your gaze wander, scanning from the kitchen to the living room to the front door, taking in the aspects of his home you didn’t notice the first time around. It’s sparsely decorated, with a few touches of red and green and twinkling lights thrown around. It still feels unbelievably cozy, somehow extremely warm and homey in a way that makes you want to sigh in relief, makes you relax more against the kitchen counter.

Maybe it’s the deep brown hardwood floors that make his house feel so comfortable. Maybe it’s the way it smells like sandalwood and laundry and something so distinctively Santiago. Maybe it’s the dog toys strewn about the floor, the dishes drying in the sink, the pile of throw blankets nestled by the couch.

A smile creeps across your face when you recognize the blanket he’d unwrapped from you yesterday, thrown across the back of his couch. It makes your heart ache, seeing it there in his home, out in the open. You almost want to cry, in a way you can’t quite explain. You want to reach across the counter and pull Santiago into a hug, but you don’t. You can’t, not now.

Now, Inez and Toby have made their way into the living room, giving you a perfect way to watch them play and still remain close to Santiago. It’s like you’re magnetized, and you can’t possibly be away from him, there’s something keeping you two close.

“No family plans?” You ask, an attempt to break the ice that had settled, not knowing the way you were prying Santi apart.

“No, uh, not this year,” he clears his throat, looking beyond uncomfortable, and guilt rises in your chest but he keeps going, “my siblings are all down in Florida, they’ve got their own families now and it’s too much shit to coordinate.”

He feels exposed, far too vulnerable for sharing a piece of typical information. You’d been trying to make conversation but Santiago’s so closed off that even something so simple as that makes him feel ripped open and inspected. His family’s a sore spot: he hasn’t seen his siblings since his mother’s funeral, before he ran off to Colombia to try and prove to himself that he’s a good person.

“Me and Inez normally spend Christmas alone, go see a movie or something.” He recognizes your response for what it is, something to placate his nerves, to offer something in return. He sees the gentle vulnerability, the truth buried under the seemingly casual statement: you have no true family beyond Inez and Sydney. He’s grateful for it, feels a warmth spread through his body at the idea that you noticed his discomfort and wanted to dispel it.

He casts his gaze around, searching for something to talk about, for anything to say that isn’t ‘I want to kiss you’ even though that’s all he wants to say. Instead, he says, “Well, you two are welcome here every year.”

A smile blooms on your face, followed by the sweetest laughter he’s ever heard. He wants to memorize everything about it, memorize the way your eyes crinkle and your breath catches in an almost-snort. It’s entirely endearing, and a small, angry, scared part of Santiago hates it. But he tries to ignore it, focusing back on your gorgeous smile and hoping you don’t notice the dopey look on his face.

Your laughter fades out, replaced by a gentle smile as you watch Inez play with Toby, snatching his toys away from him before he can reach them while his tail wags so fast you’re worried it’s about to fall off.

“He always has so much energy, maybe he won’t need a walk today.” Santiago comments, watching the scene unfolding in the living room from the other side of the kitchen counter. You turn, just a little, and catch sight of the easy smile on Santi’s face, almost as if he isn’t really controlling it and just can’t help himself.

You want to tell him how good he looks, that happiness is a good look on him, but you pull your comments back, refrain from making things any more awkward than they already are. You’re just glad that Inez can’t sense the awkwardness, because she’d say something to Sydney and then you’d never hear the end of it.

The morning passes with you and Santiago talking at the kitchen table, sharing stories over coffee mugs. Inez plays with Toby until they both tire out, and then they curl up on the couch together, eyes glued to the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

As time passes, the awkwardness dissipates more and more, until the air feels electric and your heart feels light. It’s nice, spending time with Santiago like this, with no expectations or prying eyes. It’s just the two of you, Inez entirely occupied in the living room, and it’s perfect. It feels like home.

“Are you getting hungry?” Santi asks after a glance at his watch, noticing how the time approaches noon. You’d told him before about how early Inez made you wake up, and the groggy morning that followed, including your minimal and slightly rushed breakfast. Your heart picks up at the way he remembers such little things about you.

“Hey, Squish!” You shout out, grinning at the way her and Toby pop their heads over the top of the couch to look over at you. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I can choose anything?” She asks, looking skeptical.

“Anything you want,” Santiago reinforces with a nod.

“Grilled cheese?”

“Is that your favorite?” Santiago asks, with a genuine curiosity that makes your heart melt. She nods eagerly, a toothy grin on her face. “That’s my favorite too!” Santi tells her with a genuine smile that only grows at her look of excitement.

The best part about his reaction is the fact that you aren’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not. You suspect it’s just something he said to see that smile on Inez’s face, but his own smile was so genuine you believed him too.

Santiago rises from his seat, heading into the kitchen amidst Inez’s little cheers from the couch. You follow him, taking up your spot at the counter again. You watch him cook, watch the way he lays out the ingredients and turns the stove on, watch as he follows the recipe by heart.

You try not to focus on his hands, how large they are, how soft but firm. How gentle he looks handling the bread, but how lethal handling the knife. Two distinct sides of him take form, one that is gentle and loving and warm, and one that is a trained killer.

It’s easy to forget about that aspect of his life with how rarely he talks about it. With all of the things he keeps to himself, his job is perhaps his safely kept secret, along with his feelings and past in general. Trying to get anything beyond the surface is like trying to pry open a clamshell.

You don’t want to push him, but you want to know the pearl he hides inside. You want him to know that you’d treat it with the utmost care, cradle it as gently as you once cradled Inez, pressed safe and close to your heart.

But, instead of saying any of that, you bury it deeper and ogle his hands.

You’re genuinely amazed by his grilled cheese making abilities: every single sandwich comes out perfectly golden and crispy. Inez’s eyes light up when she sees her plate, thanking Santi profusely as she shovels her sandwich into her mouth.

During lunch, you talk about puppies and Inez’s favorite presents and the things she likes to do. Santiago listens to it all with rapt attention, clinging onto every word Inez speaks. It makes your heart positively burst, watching the way he interacts with her, the way you can see in his eyes that he genuinely cares about what she has to say.

It’s almost too much, this wave of feelings that are beginning to overtake you. Somehow, you manage to contain yourself, instead offering to do the dishes since Santiago made lunch.

“Absolutely not, you’re the guest.” He says, rising and taking the plates out of your hand, “Besides, it’s Christmas. You should be relaxing.”

“So should you.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding to let you help with the dishes. He washed and then you dry, working together to put them back into the cabinets. The way his kitchen is set up, you’re pressed shoulder to shoulder at the sink, so close that you can feel the heat bleeding through his crewneck.

There’s a part of you that wants to turn and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent and his warmth, but you damp down that urge and focus on putting the plates back where they belong.

As you’re putting dishes away, Santiago is taking out three mugs, all with various festive designs on them.

“Hot chocolate?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, absolutely adoring the way he tries to tamp down his smile at your reaction.

He does that a lot, you’ve come to notice. Most of the time, he tries to shield his emotions, fighting back smiles or disappointment with an empty, neutral sort of look. But his eyes always give him away. You find yourself looking into those deep, gorgeous brown eyes more and more, trying your hardest to figure him out.

You think you’re getting better at reading him, but you really have no idea and no way to find out if you’re correct. Still, you’ll stick to your inferences and assumptions about him, and continue to stare into his eyes as if they’ll betray his deepest, darkest secrets.

He tops all of the mugs with whipped cream, adding sprinkles for Inez, before handing one to you and making his way over the couch.

“Careful, ok? It’s hot,” he tells Inez, waiting for her to sit all the way up before placing the mug into her little hands.

You sit down beside Inez, with Santiago pressed against your other side. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body from where it’s pressed against yours, and you’re convinced it’s one of the best feelings ever. Santi lets Inez choose a movie, flipping through channels and searching streaming services until she found one she liked.

She was passed out within the first 30 minutes, slumped against a throw pillow with her legs thrown across your lap. The excitement of the last few days, combined with the grilled cheese and hot chocolate, was the perfect recipe to get Inez to nap, something you hadn’t managed in quite some time.

Even though Inez sleeps all through the movie, and halfway through the next one, you still enjoy yourself. You and Santiago talk quietly, both about the movie and whatever else pops into your mind. Randomly, you’d get hit with the realization that this is the happiest you’ve felt in a long time before immediately choking those feelings back down.

Eventually, your exhaustion started to catch up with you too, and you felt your head slowly lulling to the side. Suddenly, your head is on Santiago’s shoulder and you feel him stiffen, immediately preparing to apologize and pull away when he exhales deeply, settling a gentle hand onto your knee.

You melt into him, and even though your head is bent at an odd angle, you’re more comfortable than you can ever remember being. There’s just something about being so close to him that just feels right, something that pulls the two of you together. You stay like that for a while, even letting your eyes close for a few moments.

When they open, Santiago glances down at you, a gentle smile gracing his features, looking as if this is the most natural position in the world. Reluctantly, you pull away, rolling the stiffness from your neck and shoulders.

“We should probably head out,” you say reluctantly, glancing between the clock and where Inez is stirring.

“Alright,” Santi replies, looking around as if for an excuse to keep you for a few hours more, “but I have something for you before you go.”

With that, he rises off the couch, taking a second to reset his body and stretch his stiff muscles before he wanders off to find whatever it is he wants to give you.

When he returns, it’s with a small, flat box, wrapped up in red checkered paper with a green bow. It’s clear that he wrapped it himself, and your heart constricts at that realization.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” you tell him as you gently take the gift from his hands, starting to slowly rip the paper.

“I know, but…” he trails off as you slip the package from the paper, nervous to open the slim box.

When you do, you can’t help the gasp that escapes you.

It’s a necklace, with two little colored stones: one for Inez and one for you. You can feel tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you look up at him, nerves plastered across his face.

“Sydney helped me pick it out, said you’d like it.”

“I-I love it, really.” You say, propelled up to your feet and wrapping Santi in a tight hug, pressing him as close to you as possible. “Thank you.” you whisper into his neck, content to stay there forever, or at least until you get your emotions under control.

“Of course,” he breathes into your hair, giving you one last squeeze before letting go.

“We should get going, Will and Syd’ll be back soon.” What you really want is to stay forever with Santiago and Toby in this little house, warm and comfortable for the rest of your life.

Instead, you scoop up a still sleepy Inez and make your way to the front door, tugging your shoes on and carrying Inez’s in your hand. The jewelry box is safely tucked into your coat pocket, and then there’s nothing left to do.

Santiago presses the softest kiss to your cheek as he opens the door for you, one you return as you exit, Inez waving goodbye from your arms.

There are so many emotions fluttering around your chest, rampaging your heart, and you’re more confused than you’ve ever been. You want to tell Santiago how you feel, but you can’t do that if you don’t really know what you’re feeling. It’s a gentle torture, one that has you holding back tears as you buckle Inez into her car seat.

Tags: @zoriis @andromeda-dear @loonymagizoologist @campingwiththecharmings @stevenngrant @itspdameronthings @welcometostayingawake @outmodead @pakhiya @wand-erer5

[heunmoor]

@monstroum INQUIRED: are you ready for the real party ? / from santiago !

𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬 , almost akin to a chortle as smoke trapped itself in the base of his throat and silenced any words that may have come to his tongue . TAKEN OFF GUARD IN THE BACK ALLEYWAY , lax form transforms into a taut arch before loosening once more . santiago . creeping in the shadows , 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 . just santiago . no golds , or blues , or crimson spewing from neck to blooming white cloth . santiago . santiago . not ..... not him .

" i didn't know there were any festivities going on after the show ? " he posed it as an inquiry , fingers twitching once before allowing the cigarette to fall to his feet and smolder away . SERENE SILENCE NO LONGER WALTZING THROUGH HIS MIND . an edge now set at his throat , keeping him on his toes . careful , louis , don't slip now . " 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 ? "

[satinechristian]

for the wip game: anything from influencer satine fic!

“Don’t think about her,” was Santiago’s grand advice before downing pills of unknown origin and chasing them with tequila. “She is definitely not thinking about you.” Chrisitan doesn’t need the reminder or the pills but does take the shot of tequila before wandering the grounds. It’s a drum centric festival, so not really his normal vibe but he enjoys being lost in another country and amongst music. Maybe he’ll move to Croatia next and take up the drums. It’s not as though there is anything tethering him to Paris. He could be a whole new person in Croatia. Christian realizes now that the person he was in Paris was not far off from who he had been in Ohio. He forgets parts of himself. He makes friends easily. He’s constantly surrounded by the same group of people in Paris. Toulouse’s friends. Her friends. He should expand his horizons, meet other girls and not attach himself so solidly to the first woman he fucked. there (Not his words but ones thrown at him.)

[femmeanonymelives]

Isn't it lovely? (Santiago Garcia x OC)

Santiago Garcia x Singer/Songwriter!OC

Mentioned platonic Frankie Morales x OC

(Santiago refers to her as the nickname "Songbird," but real name is Valerie) Inspired by the song "Lovely" by Billie Eilish (with Khalid)

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Ari's note: This is pure angst and fluff. Some adult language, usage of alcohol and some spoilers for Triple Frontier. This song somehow keeps showing up on my Spotify rotation. It is very beautiful and heartbreaking. I wanted to write something that deals with this song and somehow it reminds me of Santi.

The rain putters on the window seal. 

Seattle.

 The warm air fills the room with comfort from the cold, rainy weather outside. Started playing with the keys of the keyboard that someone that I loved bought me for my birthday. Pulls out a small yellow notebook with song lyrics. A familiar tone that I used to play around with when we hang out together.

“Happy Birthday, songbird. You can finally become the real Piano Man,” he joked before taking another gulp of beer as he played with my then-shaggy, long black hair. It was my birthday a few years earlier. A few days before the boys went down to South America and fucked shit up there. Santi hosted the festivities at his house. The boys, their partners, and a few of our mutual friends met up and had dinner. Santi wanted to make his present special. 

“Honestly, Frankie could have made that joke, but you honestly made the joke somehow shittier,” laughs softly as I play my legs in his lap. He gives the classic “you know you love me” smirk as he gives me a soft kiss.

“Frankie would have requested Sweet Caroline, but knowing you,” he holds my chin in his hand as he makes look at him in his sweet brown eyes, “you would be performing in stadiums soon, not in a bar. I will be by your side when you headline your first show.”

I moved to Seattle a few years back after the guy I last loved left me for a trip that, according to him, “broke him from the inside out.” I did music before I met him. Choir and piano lessons since I was six. If you are talking to my mother about my musical talents, she blames my father who was a musician that performed at the family bar. Started writing some wanderlust type songs, but never really got anywhere in Florida.

Frankie was the one who introduced us. I am the girl “who can sing Taylor Swift better than Taylor Swift without making it annoying.” He was the pain in the ass that Frankie would constantly tell him to ask me out. He saw I brought out a softer side to Santi, even though Santi is a horrible singer.

When he broke it off with me, he blamed how the fucked the mission was from the beginning, how Tom fucking died, how he was worried what was going to happen to him and his squad, and he was worried how we was going to explain this to me. He wanted his share of the money to go to me so we could move and start my music career.

“Songbird, I fucking love you but I need you to understand that I am doing this to set you free. You don’t need me anymore. I am sorry.” He kissed me like this was the last kiss that he was going to ever take with me. Four years of passion, long-distance phone calls, and stale beer thrown away like Tom’s body near the Andes.

That was the last time I saw him. 

Three Years Later

I am back in humid Florida, visiting family and Frankie and performing at a local music venue. I step up on stage. Getting a warm welcome from my hometown crowd. Under the bright stage, I see Frankie and the boys… and then I see him.. Drinking a Bud Light in one hand, and wearing an old baseball cap. His hair and stubble is more gray. He looks tired, not wanting to be there. Worried that Frankie brought him to a trap. I move towards the piano and start playing the song that somehow people are recognizing themselves to. My soft, yet powerful alto voice sings the lyrics when I was alone by myself in Seattle.

“Thought I found a way

Thought I found a way out (found)

But you never go away (never go away)

So I guess I gotta stay now

Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home”

As I look up into the crowd, I stare into his eyes like I did years ago. Making me realizing that the song is hurting him the same way he hurt me all of those years prior. I tried to focus on anyone, but him. Tears swell up as I think of us at our happiest as I sing aloud.

“Walking out of time

Looking for a better place 

Something's on my mind

Always in my head space

But I know someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello. Welcome home

Whoa, yeah

Yeah, ah

Whoa, whoa

Hello, welcome home”

I hear a mass applause from the crowd as I quickly wipe my tears as I look towards the crowd.

 I see Santi and Frankie gone. I focused on the rest of my set that focused on songs from my album and a few covers of Fleetwood Mac.

After the show, I head backstage towards my dressing room. I see Santi standing there, mad and regretful at what he did to me. His knuckles are bloody, which he fought with Frankie in the parking lot. 

“Songbird, listen to me-”

“Don’t… just don’t call me.. the bullshit you pulled forfeits the right to call me that.”

“Valerie, I am sorry. I fucked up. I should have told you the truth from the beginning.”

“Santi, it is not that… you fucked up this relationship by using Tom’s fucking death for a reason to end it… That is not a good enough excuse for me. Why are you here?”

“When Frankie told me that you were coming into town, I was scared shitless. The money was for you.”

“Santiago Garcia, don’t be fucking with me about this. The one time I see you are telling more bullshit.”

“Val, that money for you and I to spend a life together.” He takes a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. “That money was for you to actually start your career.”

“Bullshit… absolute bullshit! Stop lying to me just to save your own ass.” He grabs my arm and pulls me back in my dressing room. He locked the door.

“That song.. You wrote that about us…”

“I was hurting. Frankie was the only of you assholes to reach out.” Santiago is shocked; he knew Frankie and I were close, but never knew the impact that our relationship had. “Ben couldn’t even look me in the face when I saw him in Seattle.”

“So you wrote a fucking break-up song, Val? I know I was a dick by how I treated you, but I am telling the truth” He sounds more hurt than angry. The song made him seem like the biggest asshole in the world.

“I wrote it because you left me the minute you came back. I was angry. I was in a town by myself, wishing you called and said that you made a fucking mistake, but you didn’t.” Santi grabs me by my now-long dyed red hair and kisses me like he did three years earlier.

“I love you, Val.. and I am sorry for what I did.” 

I walked out of the door; not being able to stay there another second without crying. As I head to my rental car after grabbing my stuff, tears stream down my eyes as I whisper to myself in the car, “I love you too.”

[richincolor]

Most Anticipated Reads of May 2023

I know I say this every time I write about my TBR, but holy crap -- there is so much good stuff coming out in the next month or so. I am not kidding! Have you seen it? Take a peek at our Release Calendar if you don't believe me. It was super hard to pick what is at the very top of my to-read pile, but I did indeed manage to pull it off. So here is what I'm really looking forward to reading in May:

Ander & Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa -- Out May 2

Aristotle and Dante meets The Hate U Give meets The Sun Is Also A Star: A stunning YA contemporary love story about a Mexican-American teen who falls in love with an undocumented Mexican boy. Finding home. Falling in love. Fighting to belong.

The Santos Vista neighborhood of San Antonio, Texas, is all Ander Martínez has ever known. The smell of pan dulce. The mixture of Spanish and English filling the streets. And, especially their job at their family's taquería. It's the place that has inspired Ander as a muralist, and, as they get ready to leave for art school, it's all of these things that give them hesitancy. That give them the thought, are they ready to leave it all behind?

To keep Ander from becoming complacent during their gap year, their family "fires" them so they can transition from restaurant life to focusing on their murals and prepare for college. That is, until they meet Santiago López Alvarado, the hot new waiter. Falling for each other becomes as natural as breathing. Through Santi's eyes, Ander starts to understand who they are and want to be as an artist, and Ander becomes Santi's first steps toward making Santos Vista and the United States feel like home. Until ICE agents come for Santi, and Ander realizes how fragile that sense of home is. How love can only hold on so long when the whole world is against them. And when, eventually, the world starts to win.

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee -- Out May 16

Heartstopper meets Crazy Rich Asians in this heartfelt, joyful paperback original rom-com that follows an aspiring chef who discovers the recipe for love is more complicated than it seems when he starts fake-dating a handsome new customer.

Dylan Tang wants to win a Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake-making competition for teen chefs—in memory of his mom, and to bring much-needed publicity to his aunt’s struggling Chinese takeout in Brooklyn. Enter Theo Somers: charming, wealthy, with a smile that makes Dylan’s stomach do backflips. AKA a distraction. Their worlds are sun-and-moon apart, but Theo keeps showing up. He even convinces Dylan to be his fake date at a family wedding in the Hamptons.

In Theo’s glittering world of pomp, privilege, and crazy rich drama, their romance is supposed to be just pretend . . . but Dylan finds himself falling for Theo. For real. Then Theo’s relatives reveal their true colors—but with the mooncake contest looming, Dylan can’t risk being sidetracked by rich-people problems. Can Dylan save his family’s business and follow his heart—or will he fail to do both?

Transmogrify!: 14 Fantastical Tales of Trans Magic by g. haron davis -- Out May 16

Perfect for fans of All Out and Cemetery Boys, this anthology claims a seat at the table of fantasy literature for trans and gender nonconforming stories.

Transness is as varied and colorful as magic can be. In Transmogrify!, you’ll embark on fourteen different adventures alongside unforgettable characters who embody many different genders and expressions and experiences—because magic is for everyone, and that is cause for celebration.

Featuring stories from: AR Capetta and Cory McCarthy g. haron davis Mason Deaver Jonathan Lenore Kastin Emery Lee Saundra Mitchell Cam Montgomery Ash Nouveau Sonora Reyes Renee Reynolds Dove Salvatierra Ayida Shonibar Francesca Tacchi Nik Traxler

[distant-velleity]

by any means possible

Summary: Honestly, Yu isn't so above it all. Word count: ~500 A/N: Sooo you guys remember that one Chrytiago fic that involved Santiago in the aftermath of Vil's Overblot? Yeah well. He had to get the infirmary somehow. I had this idea last night and rushed to make a quick quintuple drabble out of it... enjoy <33

~

If anyone was around to notice Ace and Deuce hanging around the closed door to the infirmary, they didn’t comment on it. Nor did they comment on how lazily dutiful they seemed to be, blocking the entrance like sleeping guard dogs.

…Well, to be completely fair, anyone nearby should probably be more concerned about the conversation going on inside.

“Wei? And… Parro?!”

“He just passed out on us after the SDC performance, Doc. I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do…!”

“Oh, don’t fret, don’t fret. I’ll have this handled—just sit tight, okay?”

“Okay…”

Some time passes.

“Wei, I have a question for you.”

“W—What is it, Doc?”

“Parro here… he’s showing signs of being poisoned. Specifically, it seems as if he inhaled large amounts of a gaseous poison, and a magical one at that. Although the effects were partially neutralized by a potion… I want to know what happened to him.”

“I… I thought there was some kind of rule on patient confidentiality.”

“I can’t just ignore when a student has suffered grave injuries due to magic.”

Silence. 

“Yes, you can.”

“W…What?”

“I said, yes, you can just ignore it. You don’t need to know what happened.”

“Wei—”

The rustling of clothing, and clinking of glass.

“Listen, Doc. You’ve done me a lot of favors. I appreciate it! But I’m gonna need you to do another one for me.”

“...Where did you get that potion? It’s ancient—”

“Forget about this conversation and you can have it. Just take it, treat Santiago, and he’ll be as right as rain. Let’s say all that went on is he ate something not suited for parrot beastmen at the festival.”

“...And nothing else. No magic involved.”

“Nope. And you’re not going to pry about it, either.”

“...”

“So… do we have a deal?”

“...”

“...”

“...haaah. You kids sure are something. Fine, let’s shake on it.”

A moment, and then the clinking of glass again as it is transferred from one person to another.

“Always a pleasure to work with you, Doc.”

The infirmary door opens not long after, and Yu steps out. His hair is out of its usual ponytail to really play up his distressed feelings. 

He lets out a relieved sigh. “I’m so glad everything’ll be okay…”

“Just transfer to Octavinelle at this point,” Ace snarks, slinging an arm over Yu’s shoulder. “Where the hell did you get that potion from?”

“Are you doing something illegal outside of school?” asks Deuce with personal concern, like the honor student he is.

Yu drops the act to laugh at them. “Does it matter? Just be happy that I guaranteed Santiago’s treatment and kept the whole thing under wraps. In Ace’s words—we need the doctor, but we don’t need him blabbing about what he sees.”

Ace childishly sticks out his tongue at him. Yu flips him off. Deuce rolls his eyes.

“Anyway,” Yu continues, “you guys know this. Sometimes you just have to get by, by any means possible.”

It’s setting a bad precedent for his behavior, but when in the villains’ world… do as the villains do.

[hmsspeedy]

Baptism by Fire

"I shall here narrate an incident which occurred on our departure. Lady Cochrane, with her children, had returned from Santiago to Valparaiso, to take leave of me on embarkation. She had just gone ashore, and the last gun had been fired to summon all hands on board, when, hearing a loud hurrah near the house where she resided, she went to the window, and saw our little boy - now Lord Cochrane, but then scarcely more than five years old - mounted on the shoulders of my fag-lieutenant, waving his tiny cap over the heads of the people, and crying out with all his might, "Viva la patria!" the mob being in frenzied state of excitement.

The child had slipped out of Lady Cochrane's house with the officer, insisting on being carried to his father ; with which request the lieutenant, nothing loth, complied. To the horror of Lady Cochrane, she saw her boy hurried down to the beach amidst the shouts of the multitude, and, before she could interfere, placed in a boat and rowed off to the flag-ship, which was at the time under weigh, so that he could not be sent ashore again ; there being no alternative but to take him with us, though without clothes - which were afterwards made for him by the sailors - and with no other attendance save that which their rough but kindly natures could administer.

On our way along the coast we received information that the Antonio was about to sail from Callao for Cadiz, with a considerable amount of treasure, so that, in the hope of intercepting her, we cruized just out of sight of the Port till the 21st of February. As she did not make her appearance, preparations were made to put a plan which had been formed to attack the Spanish shipping during the carnival, when, in the height of that festival, less vigilance than ordinary might reasonably be expected.

....

In this action, my little boy had a narrow escape. As the story has been told by several Chilian writers somewhat incorrectly, I will recapitulate the circumstances.

When the firing commenced, I had placed the boy in my after-cabin, locking the door upon him; but not liking the restriction, he contrived to get through the quarter gallery window, and joined me on deck, refusing to go down again. As I could not attend to him, he was permitted to remain, and, in a miniature midshipman's uniform, which the seamen had made for him, was busying himself in handing powder to the gunners. Whilst thus employed, a round shot took off the head of a marine close to him, scattering the unlucky man's brains in his face. Instantly recovering his self-possession, to my great relief, for believing him killed, I was spell-bound with agony, he ran up to me exclaiming, " I am not hurt, papa: the shot did not touch me ; Jack says, the ball is not made that can kill mamma's boy." I ordered him to be carried below ; but, resisting with all his might, he was permitted to remain on deck during the action."

Source: NARRATIVE OF SERVICES IN THE LIBERATION OF CHILI,PERU AND BRAZIL FROM SPANISH AND PORTUGUESE DOMINATION vol. 1 by Thomas, Lord Cochrane, 10th Earl of Dundonald

Image of Thomas Barnes Cochrane, 11th Earl of Dundonald

[valpoupdates]

FEBRUARY CALENDAR POSTING...

So much to see, so much to do, so little time ! Lucky for you, here in the Valparaíso Region, we keep track of it just for you ! Unless stated otherwise, these activities are optional. Residents do not have to take part in these if they don't wish to ! These can be used for threads throughout the month but new threads can't be started for these activities once the month is up. Please track the valpocalendar tag to stay updated month to month ( ©️ )

Casablanca Activities:

February 3rd-4th: Aire Libre will be hosting two romance-a-thon nights, one in Spanish and one in English (with Spanish closed captioning).  There will be a Valentine’s Day themed snack box consisting of a metal heart popcorn bowl, pink popcorn, a variety of candy, and heart-shaped alfajores provided by Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats.

February 3rd 5 PM: La vida de los peces: Andrés se reencuentra con su antiguo amor. 7 PM: Play: Dos personas buscan amor, pero nunca se encuentran. 10:00 PM: Los Fuertes: Lucas y Antonio empiezan un gran amor. February 4th 5 PM: Shrek: Un ogro y un burro tienen una aventura. 7 PM: Crazy Rich Asians: El novio de Rachel Chu, una profesora de economía, tiene un gran secreto. 10 PM: The Notebook: Duke lee una historia romántica a una paciente.

February 8th: Casablanca Blooms and Coffee will be hosting two Valentine’s Day-themed events: from 5 PM - 6 PM will be a bouquet-making class where you can create a beautiful bouquet for a loved one, and from 6 PM - 7 PM will be a coffee blending class where you can create your own sweet blend.

February 14th: Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats is hosting a Valentine’s Day dessert decorating session from 12 PM - 2 PM.  Come decorate cookies, brownies, and mini-cakes; then take home your goodies and share them with your loved ones.

Quilpué Activities:

February 9th: Caos Tattoos is hosting the Anti-Romance Tattoo Sale.  There will be affordable flash sheets around themes of anti-love and heartbreak.

February 18th: The Annual Beastly Brunch is happening again at the Quilpué Zoo from 11 PM - 1 PM.  Feast on delicious bites and sip brunch cocktails while learning and celebrating the feathered friends you have in your own backyard!  Brunch will be served.

February 22nd: Plantas Altas is having their Customer Appreciation Day. Plants will be up to 40% off, and there will be complimentary food and a DJ.  First 40 customers get a free t-shirt or tote bag with the store logo.

Valparaíso Activities:

February 1st: A Santa Moneda resident has some dozen leftover tickets for Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and has offered to fly people out to Carnival for a small fee. Carnival takes place February 9th-17th, and it is one of the largest yearly festivals in Brazil that celebrates their history, culture, and traditions. The itinerary is already made, hotel rooms have been booked, and VIP events have been reserved; all you need to do is reach out to Santa Moneda Front Desk and we can get you in touch with the resident. Serious inquiries only!

February 10th: Parque Cultural de Valparaíso is hosting a Lunar New Year Festival from 12 PM - 9 PM, celebrating the Year of the Wood Dragon. There will be foods from many different countries that celebrate the holiday, including China, Singapore, South Korea, Vietnam, and Malaysia, stalls that sell clothes, art, and knick-knacks, lion dancing, and presentations and reading corners for people of all ages to learn more about the history, culture, and traditions behind the holiday from each country. The festival will close out with fireworks.

February 23rd: The Universidad de Bellas Artes Poets play against the Pontifical Catholic University Pumas at 6 PM. Come show your school spirit or come support your local fútbol team.

February 24th: Biblioteca Santiago Severín is hosting a community shred day from 8 AM - 8 PM. With a small donation, you can bring any personal papers and documents to be shredded.  Volunteers are still needed; if interested, please sign up on our website, <santiagoseverin.cl>. 

Viña del Mar Activities:

February 11th-24th: The Ballet de Valparaíso will be performing Cinderella at The Teatro Municipal. Come laugh, be surprised, and fall in love with a new interpretation of an age-old fairytale.

February 14th: There will be speed dating in the Jardín Botánico Nacional from 2 PM - 4 PM, with complimentary coffee provided by Combi Coffee. Casual attire; no sign ups necessary.

February 17th: There is free admission for all tours, all day, at Castillo Wulff. If you and your kids or friends are looking for a fun way to pass the time, come learn about the beautiful, historic castle overlooking the sea.

February 25th - March 1st: The Quinta Vergara Amphitheater is hosting the LXII Festival Internacional de la Canción de Viña. It is the oldest and largest music festival in Latin America; the 6-day festival is broadcasted on the radio, television, and online streaming platforms. This year’s headlines include Maná, Peso Pluma, Allison Mandel, Andrea Bocelli with special guest Matteo Bocelli, Maria Becerra, and more!

February 29th: The restaurant inside the Casino de Viña del Mar is a popular place for people to get proposed to, and on Leap Year, that popularity dramatically increases as women will propose to their significant others.  No one knows when this tradition started, but it’s been going on for years; the restaurant even has a special menu for this day. Come grab a table and watch some potential impromptu proposals! Who cares if the rumors say most of them are staged!

[silverfoxlou]

Favorite song on Walls: Don’t Let It Break Your Heart (3 years later and I still can’t choose… so I went based off which song I listened to the most when I ~needed~ it)

Favorite song on FITF: All This Time (Saturdays, Chicago, Holding On To Heartache)

Favorite FITF single: Silver Tongues

Favorite music video: Silver Tongues

Most played song: (since the album came out so Bigger Than Me and Out of My System don’t count) All This Time

Louis life lesson: trust your gut because you know yourself best, and life is worth living because there is love and joy to be experienced

Favorite Louis lyric: I'm a hard man to find/ But you figured it out and I love you for that

Favorite Louis outfit: how do you pick just one?

princess sleeves 🥹

Favorite live performance: Copy - Live From London, We Made It - AFHF 21, Kill My Mind - LTWT Santiago N1, Copy - AFHF 21, Bigger Than Me - Milano Summer Festival, Live in Concert London, Silver Tongues - The Tonight Show

Favorite Tour Show: Dallas (all those note changes and tour was finally back), Philly (Philly Louis my beloved), Buenos Aires N2 (?, idk the ground shaking that nearby apartments were concerned was amazing), Mexico City N3, Taormina, and Milano Summer Festival

Thanks @seasurfacefullofclouds1 for the tag! I’ll tag @lou1e @fruitylouis @silouvertongues @slvertongues @louehvolution

[gldenhrs]

                               (—) ★ spotted !!   luciana  “ luna “  santiago  on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 22 year old looks like cindy kimberly , but i don’t really see it. while the model / socialite  is known for being  passionate  my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be  irresponsible i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song crazy by aerosmith .

*   ◞  ╰   general   .

full name :   luciana kristiyana santiago .  nicknames :   goes prominently by  luna  , only her dad calls her  moon  . birthdate / zodiac sign :   april 12th / aries .  birthplace :  madrid , spain . sexual orientation :  bisexual / heteroromantic .  family :   victor “ vic “  santiago (  lead singer in Aerosmith )  &  indah prasetya  ( band’s groupie )  languages spoken :   fluent in english  &  spanish , conversational in indonesian . pets :   two cats named freddie purrcury  &   madam meow  occupation :  model / socialite . love language :  physical touch . + traits  :  passionate , adventurous , enchanting , valiant , energetic , optimistic , affectionate  &   honest . - traits  :  dramatic , stubborn , querulous , insecure , irresponsible , impulsive , impatient   &  moody .   aesthetic :  red lipstick on plump lips , freshly baked coffee , spontaneous dance parties , strawberry lemonade on hot summer nights , heart shaped sunglasses , pigmented eyelids , european music festivals , setting off firecrackers at midnight , laughter floating through a room , missed calls at 2am , ripped bralettes , bare chest in the mornings .   muse inspo :   fran fine ( the nanny ) , francesca farago ( too hot to handle ) , kelly taylor ( 90210 ) , rachel green ( friends ) , jackie buckhart ( that 70s show  ) , hanna marin  ( pretty little liars ) ,  phoebe halliwell ( charmed ) , kiara ( outer banks ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ) , stassi schroder ( vanderpump rules ) ,  maddie perez ( euphoria ) .

*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .

victor  “ vic “   santiago  (  aka luna’s dad  )  is a  famous lead singer in a rock band .  think steven tyler from aerosmith ! !  so basically , growing up she’s been constantly surrounded by  GOOD  80s rock music  &  being on the road which definitely shaped her personality .

luna’s mother  ,  a groupie  ,  is someone who followed the band around on the road for numerous years , but vic never took her seriously  (  only took them to bed )   &  the only reason she even got pregnant with luna is because vic wanted a child , knowing he would most likely never marry .

soooo , incomes luciana “ luna “ santiago ,  his pride  &  joy  , his  MOON .  yes , he actually calls her that bc he’s always had an obsession with the stars   &  constellations .  tbh luna’s been the love / light of vic’s life from the moment she was born , adored by not only her dad , but the band , team  &  fans too !

as for her mother * cough *  , who knows where she is now , she doesn’t stay in touch tbh , only comes in town every couple of years to  “  see her “  aka  “  ask for money “ .  

with the better part of early years where she was home schooled due to her dad’s insane tour schedule , luna was always an insanely energetic  &  menace of a child , constantly running around , causing trouble , etc !  

at some point , she realized just how much she  LOVES  traveling , nature  &  being barefoot .  yes , kind of a wanderer but who can blame her when she grew up with 80s rock legends ? ?  so , she spend almost every waking moment traveling to exotic places , going to music festivals , walking bare chested in the mornings , painting landscapes  (  SHE’S V TALENTED ) , having spontaneous dance parties at 3am , etc !

as far as doing things outside of being a socialite / a nepo baby go ,  she’s been in her dad’s music videos since she was 15  (  think liv tyler in crazy  )  ,  and in many others , which naturally resulted in a numerous calls for modeling gigs , tv shows …. she took some modeling jobs out of fun  &  recently also out of pure fun , went to a famous tv show called  “ too hot to handle “   (  think francesca farago here’s inspo hehe :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rUY_xAF0T0  )  .  in a way , the only reason she went to that show was to show the world she can be something other than vic santiago’s daughter , so here she is ! !

*   ◞  ╰   personality & dating life   .

luna’s a bit of a spoiled brat which is a given ,  &  while she does come across a textbook example of a nepo baby with no real world problems , she’s really not bc she never cared much about the fame she just likes having  FUN  .

v v enchanting  &  can charm her way out of any bad situation  &  make u swoon .  tbh 10/10  she’ll annoy the living shit out of u or u’ll find her irresistible lol .

given her spanish roots , she can be hella’ dramatic just like her fav characters in telenovelas , but beside that she’s a truly good person with a good heart ok ! !   she just has a flair for dramatics , throwing fits , pouting   &   making puppy eyed faces whenever things don’t go her way .

can be hella hella flirtatious to a point she doesn’t even realize the effect she has on other people  &  more often than not she leads people on ? ?   she regrets it later but eh .

loves to party , drink , dance , wear skimpy outfits  &  kiss on the lips but also wear mickey mouse pajamas while someone softly combs through her hair ? ?   yeah , she needs to grow up . also kind of  LIVES  for summer  &  music festivals where she can just dress in glitter  &  fall in love with a different person every night !

v fun to be around bc she hates being bored  &  is impatient af !  she can’t stand being in one place for too long soooo catch her doing v dumb , impulsive decisions while bored like jumping on her father’s private jet to pet a koala in australia , go bungee jumping or snapping u a nude bc she’s bored at home jfnerjfgjsrgf .

some cute headcanons ? ?  ok , here we go ! !   to this day loves watching telenovelas  &  she might cancel her plans with u to binge watch them (  like rebelde , rubí ,  pasion de gavilanes , la reina del sur … ) , still cries like a baby when mufada dies or miguel  &  mia break up ,  very childish  &  dumb at times but will also surprise u with some random wisdom at 2am , will react if someone offends her or her friends best believe she’ll throw a dramatic telenovela shit in public  &  call u  “ un desgraciado “ lmao .

*   ◞  ╰   connections  .

she could use a squad  ?  like PLS .  i want her to have a squad of friends she can party with and overall do dumb shit lmao . 

also her  BFFS .  the thelma to her louise , the cassie to her maddie ! !   overall just two muses who are her family  &  they’re always tagging along w her , like vic probably treats them like his children too ! 

someone she’s  dating  atm but it’s nothing too serious , maybe he’ll end up breaking up with her or she’ll break up with him we’ll see but main thing is they WON’t last bc they’re messy af   &   luna’s heart isn’t 100% in this .

a  close friend  who party  &   hookup with other people when they’re out but always end up going home together  &  having this super open friendship where they have no problem hooking up with each other 6/7 days of the week ? ?

also gimme  caleb fuck buddies  that everyone ships  &  one of them is in love with the other while the other seems them just as a good time ?  ewfjwesbf.

also also gimme  a messy ex  plot where they are constantly on / off  &  the fans love em but they’re just so fucking toxic ? ?  maybe bc they’re too alike  &  won’t admit it’s love   &  just won’t settle down  (  like imagine cheating scandals , public fights caught by tmz ... but also cute ass insta posts when they’re in a good place )  just think of nate  &  maddie from euphoria or  francesca  &  harry ! ! 

a plot where luna  uses them  to make someone jealous but they don’t know  &  actually think it’s a  legit  relationship ? ?   then obvi they find out luna was just using them  &  y’know  :  drama .  

family friends ! !  someone who could know  EVERYTHING  about her life n be there for her like pls .

someone who is her  HOME .  it doesn’t have to be potentially romantic just someone who makes her feel completely safe , warm  &  protected  ? ?    they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh  &   smile, because they feel comfortable enough in themselves  &   with each other to be vulnerable in that way ? ?  some fluff never hurt nobody .  

someone who’s using her bc of her dad ? ?   YES .  gimme fake friends .

tbh exes she cheated on , exes that cheated on her , fwb of all kinds , crushes , childhood friends , good / bad influence on her dumb ass would be good , gossip queens n kings , party friends , enemies for whatever reason , etc ! !  

[bvdsigns]

name : jordan mateo sanz nicknames : jm, jordy gender & pronouns : cis man, he / him age & date of birth : 44 ( september 28, 1978 ) hometown : los angeles, ca occupation :  podcast host / television personality / actor sexuality : bisexual faceclaim :  santiago cabrera career claims: dax shepard ( armchair expert ) & carson daly

trigger warnings: mentions of an eating disorder and substance abuse.

BIOGRAPHY

jordan started his career in hollywood acting in small-time roles or as a background extra for tv shows from childhood throughout his early adolescence. his father was a gaffer and his mother a set designer, so having ties to the industry through his parents was the leg up that helped jordan secure his first auditions.

his first major tv appearance was on a star search-esque program on mtv featuring talented teens from all over the country. though he didn't get the top prize, jordan's charisma and quick wit had him becoming a fan favorite. the network producers were well aware of his popularity among viewers and just a year after this stint, he was signed on to host total request live, continuing to do so well into his late twenties.

for the better part of at least two decades, the name 'jm sanz' was almost synonymous to pop culture. it was just so easy to associate his name to all these celebrities, even when he moved on to hosting other programs (most notably the voice on nbc) and even tried to make his own name in his feature film debut for a supporting role in an indie film that has become something of an unexpected cult hit as it made the festival circuits.

though he wasn't a backstreet boy nor was he mmmbop-ing his way up the charts, he was not spared from the scrutinizing eye of his audience, either, forcing him into a difficult relationship with food and the way he looked after his body.

what alarmed not only his fans but also anyone who even remotely browsed the tabloids was how often his appearance changed in public, how he would gain weight and lose it just as quickly. this how he would have to be relieved by a guest host every now and then due to rumored 'hospital visits' until he was permanently replaced aroused suspicion from spectators about the state of jordan's mental health.

then there were the rumors that he'd lost his apartment, was allegedly homeless somewhere in LA, was no longer on speaking terms with his family. he'd just fallen off the grid after that.

the years he'd been flying under the radar are all muddled in his head. there was a lot of pain involved. a lot of hurting people, hurting himself. despite the falling out with his family, he was lucky he found a steady stream of support from friends who managed to pull him out of the dark place he had been in. he checked himself into rehab for his substance abuse issues and started seeing a therapist as well as a nutritionist so he can start taking care of his body, something which he'd openly claimed to never having done before even when he looked 'fit'.

somewhere towards the end of 2020 and the beginning of 2021, photographs would surface of an older, somewhat healthier jordan walking his dog in santa monica or selfies of fans with him in coffee shops and broadway shows and comic cons. then he presented an award at the vma's in his first tv appearance in something like ten years followed by a guesting at an old friend and former co-host's talk show where he opened up about his past and before anyone knew it, jm sanz was making his comeback.

he started a podcast in 2021 where he would talk about film, music, tv, games, and generally all things pop culture with celebrity guests, a lot of whom were, like him, popular in the 90s and 2000s and had been forgotten about. he'd also recently started a health and wellness podcast called headstart which he hosts with a professional life coach and psychologist in what he describes as a 'full circle journey' and a way of paying it forward.

in 2023, he got engaged to his on-and-off partner of seven years. there isn't a set date for the wedding yet as he and his partner are still working out some stuff between them and jordan is secretly having second thoughts, what with his history of failed relationships but doesn't know how to voice out his apprehensions just yet.

TIMELINE

1998 - age 20, started hosting total request live.

2007 - age 29, total request live airs its final episode.

2008 - age 30, stars in his first feature film. gets married to his first wife.

2009 - age 31, starts hosting the voice. gets divorced.

2010 - age 32, gets engaged just months after his divorce. calls it off just three weeks later.

2012 - age 33, makes his last tv appearance on the voice before going on a decade-long hiatus.

[the missing years, tbd]

2021 - age 42, hosts the vmas. it's his first tv appearance in 9 years. starts his podcast, armchair expert.

2022 - age 43, starts a health & wellness podcast called headstart.

2023, may - age 44, gets engaged for a third time.

SUGGESTED CONNECTIONS

ex-wife. they're a lot more amicable now tho their relationship was filled with spite towards the end of their relationship.

best friend, helped him start his journey towards healing and recovery. also probably let him crash on their couch while he was homeless for a lil while.

celebrities who have been on armchair expert.

someone he'd shared a journey in showbiz with. probably lost touch over the years but have recently reconnected ( or about to reconnect? )

90s/2000s artists who've been on total request live. would be interesting to find kindred spirits who've gone on a downward spiral but have now recovered / are recovering and they can look back on the good ol' days that they probably don't miss lol.

someone he'd publicly had beef with in the past a la taylor v kanye, most likely due to his rude and chaotic statements before he got sober.

someone he's had a big crush on.

someone who's had a big crush on him.

someone he was romantically linked with only via tabloids and they laugh about it but 👀 it won't be the worst thing in the world tbh??