#interactions ft. santiago

[shamblesxo]

Maybe she was just still naive and wide-eyed about the world. Maybe despite everything she'd done and lost, and the hell she'd dived headfirst into, she was still just a little girl wanting to see the best in everyone. Maybe she'd shed all the parts of her from her life before except the part that saw good in people. Maybe she liked it that way.

Or maybe Santiago really did have a soft spot for her. Maybe.

Either way, she smiled as he chuckled and shifted and tried to deny it.

"Oh, nothing worse in the world than an ornery waitress," she smirked. "If it'll prevent the absolute tragedy of cold eggs and sour coffee for you, then it's the least I can do to accept. Gotta keep my favorite customer happy, or else the tips stop coming, and then I'm back here swiping graham crackers. This is a symbiotic relationship we've got here, huh?"

"So where are you taking me? One of those fancy little private igloos? If you say the diner, I'm kicking you in the shin."

The older man let out a quiet chuckle, the sound low and languid, like the lingering burn of a fine whiskey against the throat. "Me? A softie?" he murmured, tasting the word as if it were something foreign, something ill-fitting. He leaned in just enough to make it feel like a secret, voice steeped in something rich, something edged with mirth. "Just pragmatic, is all."

He shifted his weight, deliberate and unhurried, before casting her a look - eager with sharp contours and the glint of a grin unfurling at the corners of his mouth. "Think about it," he drawled, the syllables smooth as polished mahogany. "I let you go hungry, you get ornery. You get ornery, my eggs show up cold, my coffee sours, and suddenly, my mornings are a goddamn greek tragedy." A slow, insouciant shrug falls off his shoulders. "See? It ain't nothing but some good ol' self-preservation."

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @drcamsx ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

"i might be better on my own, i hate you blowing up my phone."

[brntout]

location : santiago's apartment

time : sometime after 3:00am.

for : santiago @atonehart

“it’s borderline fascinating…” they had been going on a while now, from the moment they walked through the door. “...how you can’t seem to listen to save your life! i said go home and what do you do? you go to the fucking bar! seriously santi, it’s like you— no, leave the peas on for a couple minutes more. it’ll help with the swelling.” kennedy shouldn’t even be here. they should be out there. gathering intel,  securing interviews, writing that damn story for the register. tending to the wounds of the prodigal ‘brother’ should be at the bottom of their priorities right now. yet there they were, walking over with a glass of water, a dose of painkillers, and an awfully sour expression. there's a pause the transaction ensues and after a beat, they finally ask, "are you okay?"

[roman-han]

who: @reina-santiago where: tonopah valley medical center when: immediately following the chaos at the fire & ice gala

Rafael had done his fair share of stitching up. Himself, members of his unit, members of his team. Sometimes it was out of necessity, in the middle of hostile territory; sometimes out of convenience, knowing it wasn't serious and not wanting to fill out all the paperwork. Maybe, sometimes, it was out of a little self punishment. Regardless, he had done it, but tonight wasn't one of those nights. --- Running against a crowd all heading for the doors wasn't an easy task, and Raf had paid the price for it with a well placed shove that sent him careening backwards. Back of head, meet corner of bar.

God he was pissed. Not only had he missed his chance of going after the bastards, but after some initial probing of the injury after he regained consciousness, he knew it wasn't something he could handle himself. While he didn't feel any fractures...He knew between the loss of consciousness, the blurriness of his vision, and the split scalp lac pumping red down the back of his head and onto his white dress shirt, he'd be spending the night in the ER.

One awkward taxi ride and a concerned looking triage nurse later, Rafael found himself waiting in a deeply uncomfortable ER bed, eyes making constant sweeps of his surroundings. The events of the night had left him on edge, but not for the reasons most would be. He was suspicious at the use of non-lethal force, and having the experience he possessed, despite this not being one of the hostile countries he had been sent to in 'service' to his country, he worried of secondary attack, once people had congregated at the hospital.

He flinched almost imperceptibly as a nurse made a targeted stop at his bedside, his fingers for a split second reaching for his gun, strapped to his ankle. --- He blamed the blurriness of his vision on the inkling of familiarity he felt as he took in her face, knowing the chances of him recognizing anyone in Tonopah Valley as slim to none.

[colbyvogel]

Immediately, Colby was obsessed with this man's entire vibe. She didn't know where he was from, but she wanted to live there - at least long enough to develop that accent that made her want to run with wild horses. Inexplicably though, this guy seemed to fit into the city perfectly. He carried himself with a city sort of swagger she couldn't explain.

"Oh my god," she smiled, "Call me darlin' every single day, please."

He called her a tornado, and she felt seen and understood. "Nobody stands a chance while I'm around. It's good you found that out so soon, honestly," she laughed.

He complimented her singing, and he meant it, and he mentioned Stevie Nicks by name, and she could feel herself about to become even more annoying. "Shut up, do you really think so? She's my hero, I want to be her so bad. I'm thinking about putting a band together just so I can break the heart of my guitar player and we can write better songs," she smirked. Not that she needed help in the area of writing breakup songs - as this guy might know if he'd been listening to her originals too. She was a bit afraid to ask.

"My name's Colby Vogel. What's yours, cowboy?" she asked instead.

Santiago chuckled warmly, his Texan drawl soft as he steadied himself after the collision. “Whoa there, darlin’. No harm done,” he said, holding up his hands in a friendly, disengaging gesture. His umber hues sparkled with amusement as he looked the other over, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Are you good? You came down those steps like a goddamn tornado - I didn’t stand a chance.”

He stepped back slightly to give her space, brushing a hand over the front of his coat out of habit. “That was one hell of a performance you just gave. Seriously, you’ve got a voice on you.” He tilted his head toward the stage, pointing over towards it. “Fleetwood Mac was a good choice. Can’t go wrong with Stevie Nicks; she’s a legend. Reckon she’d tip her hat to those covers.”

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Crossover Masterlist

I did threaten to do this so the natural next step was to go and organize a list of crossovers! I tried to stick to main ones/ones that have been developed a bit more but I’m happy to include anything else so!! If anyone isn’t on the list but wants to be included lmk (I was sticking with people who interacted with the original post, happy to include anyone who might have missed it), if I’ve missed any specific crossovers you want included lmk, or if there are any that you want me to take off the list, lmk that too!!

@the-witching-ash

Andrew Radcliffe & Anissa Radcliffe

Andrew Berry x Bobby Seurat

Andrew Berry x Colton Cartwright

Andrew Berry & Colton Cartwright

Andrew Berry & Colton Cartwright & Quinn Fabray

Andrew Berry x Demi July

Andrew Berry & Jo Berry

Andrew Berry x Joy Schuester

Andrew Berry x Roxie Flores

Andrew Berry & Sadie Berry

Andrew Berry x Savannah Evans

Andrew Berry x Valeria Ramírez

Aria & Harmony

Brax Pierce & Jeremy St James

Brax Pierce & Kendall Pierce

Callum Zang & Kirsty Gilmore

Callum Zang & Willow Dell

Cordelia Castellan & Summer Sol

Daisy Gilmore & Willow Dell

Elliot Berry x Jeremy St James

Elliot Berry & Jo Berry

Elliot Berry & Sadie Berry

Faith Hudson & Jeremy St James

Grace Kim & Adalia Kim

Grace Kim & Cecilia Ackerman

Grace Kim & Sam Gleason

Grace Kim & Willow Dell

Mercy Medina x Sienna Elliot

Raymond Abraham & Camden Abraham

Raymond Abraham & Ginny Cresta

Raymond Abraham & Hollis Everdeen

Raymond Abraham & Precious Lucretia

Richie Gilmore & Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Richie Gilmore & Kirsty GIlmore

Richie Gilmore & Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Richie Gilmore & Lottie Donahue

Richie Gilmore & Lucas Gilmore

Richie Gilmore x/& Paige Huntzberger

Richie Gilmore x/& Sophie Dugray

Richie Gilmore x Troy Donahue-Callisto

Richie Gilmore x Troy Donahue-Callisto x Harry Bechtel

Richie Gilmore & Vicki St James

Richie Gilmore x/& Willow Dell

Roman Taylor & Angel Dearly *ft. Anastasia Dearly

Rose & Isabelle

Vance Hawthorn & Sienna Elliot

The Glee Squad

@ginevrastilinski-ocs

Eirwen & Elsine

Elliot Walker & Abbie Hudson

Elliot Walker & Betty Fabray

Elliot Walker x Demi July

Elliot Walker & Jeremy St James

Elliot Walker & Kendall Pierce

Elys Herondale & Adina Lightwood

Elys Herondale x Ariadne Blackthorn

Elys Herondale & Cassiel Fell

Jack Herondale & Thalia Lovelace

Jax Hearts & Ace Hearts

Jax Hearts & Anissa Radcliffe

Jax Hearts & Cain Hearts

Jax Hearts & Kyra

Jax Hearts & Queenie Hearts

Jax Hearts & Sloane White

Jax Hearts & Violet Kingsleigh

Jericho Valeska & Piper Gordon

Jess Hearts & Ace Hearts

Jess Hearts & Cian Hearts

Jess Hearts & Queenie Hearts

Kipp Hudson & Abbie Hudson

Kit Barton & Nikki Rogers

Kit Barton x Will Parker

Miles Henderson & Camila Nelson

Mia Barnes & Justine Barnes

Nate Simmons & Abbie Hudson

Nate Simmons & Aurora Anderson

Nate Simmons & Betty Fabray

Nate Simmons & Colton Cartwright

Nate Simmons & Demi July

Nate Simmons x/& Haruki Knox

Nate Simmons & Hillary Holliday

Nate Simmons & Jeremy St James

Nate Simmons & Joy Schuester

Nate Simmons & Kendall Pierce

Nate Simmons & Savannah Evans

@manyfandomocs

Andrea Fitzpatrick & Carmela De Leon

Andrea Fitzpatrick & Kyla Keller

Andrea Fitzpatrick & Victoire DeHaan

Ashton Daniels & Betty Fabray

Ashton Daniels & Cece Cartwright

Ashton Daniels & Colton Cartwright

Ashton Daniels & Jeremy St James

Ashton Daniels & Joy Schuester

Ashton Daniels & Roxie Flores

Ashton Daniels & Savannah Evans

Atticus Bardot & Maisie Maiden

Atticus Bardot x Santiago Lodge

Derek Wallis & Ariel Blossom

Derek Wallis & Doria Wallis

Derek Wallis x Presley Palmer

Derek Wallis & Rosebud Reynolds

Gabe Legume x Ace Hearts

Gabe Legume & Gloria Gothel

Gabe Legume & Rosabelle Legume

Gavin Cohen x Autumn Ambrosia

Gavin Cohen x Coco Bates

Gavin Cohen x Colette Garrel-Waldorf

Gavin Cohen x Kyla Keller

Gavin Cohen x Valentina Wolfe

Greyson Gimble x Lily May

Kendall Frost x/& Abigail Claremont-Diaz

Kendall Frost x/& Caroline Fox

Lorenzo Waters x Mercedes Delgado

Matthew Porter x Autumn Ambrosia

Matthew Porter x Coco Bates

Matthew Porter x Colette Garrel-Walford

Matthew Porter x Kyla Keller

Matthew Porter x Mercedes Delgado

Matthew Porter x Valentina Wolfe

Matthew Porter x Victoire DeHaan

Thomas Mayfair x Brady Mariano

Thomas Mayfair x Evan Mariano

Thomas Mayfair x Jane Forester

Thomas Mayfair x Willow Dell

@cecexwrites

Aleks Westergaard & Eliane

Lark Thrushcross & Cassiel Fell

Liv Pillsbury & Abbie Hudson

Maite Contreras-Herrera & Demi July

Romy Thornhill & Thalia Lovelace

Winter White & Sloane White

@darknightfrombeyond

Amelia Queen & Ivy Knight

@thecaptainsgingersnap

Gwen Macintosh & Xenia Hart

Roni Stark & Ava Potts

@megdonnellys

Abigail Montoya x Eudora Donovan

Josie Flores x Jackie Sullivan

Octavia Ingram & Colton Cartwright

Sydney Blanchard & Aurora Anderson

Waverly Sinclair x Cassandra Aelius

Waverly Sinclair & Nikki Rogers

Waverly Sinclair & Pandora Jackson

@ocmerunaway

Ariadne x Evie Van Der Woodsen

HN Harkness & Dylan Efron

[aylineu]

📲 aylin & santi.

Aylin: IS THIS YOUR SOCK IN MY ROOM???!!!!

Aylin: [sock.jpg]

[ichorstained]

" santi i appreciate the compliment but i'm not nearly as hot as megan fox. not to mention -- she wasn't human and she only killed boys. " if avery was the killer, she would do the same. so far the victims had only been females. " only a man would target women in this misogynistic world. " she shrugs crossing her legs and giving santi a weird look as he rushes over. " oh please, everyone knows he was already questioned by the police. he started it by accusing our dad of being the killer. "

⁑ ❝ i dunno, you seen jennifer check ? ❞ santi replies, somewhat hoping the conversation could turn to a slasher flick debrief instead of focusing on the very real horrors of their town. when avery names her suspect— talk about a mic drop statement. if he had anything else to drop, he probably would've. ❝ kieran ? ❞ his brows furrow as he mindlessly starts the load of laundry, rushing through the steps so he can join her on the bench. it leaves a sick feeling in his stomach to consider the possibility. ❝ avery– first thing's first– you absolutely shouldn't just tell people that. ❞ ( though he's storing the borderline accusation in his ever - growing bank of information ) ❝ second, why do you think that ? ❞

[kaiyaeldridge]

location; this haunted hotel  tagged;  @santiago-casillas​

The idea to get out of town and go to a haunted hotel in a nearby city had sprung from at least a few drinks, but by that point it was far too late to turn down the idea. Kaiya and Santiago had piled into an Uber, not thinking twice about going out on the random trip. Her neck craned a bit as the hotel started to come into view, an already ominous feeling coming from it. “This place. This could be some fucking ghost shit, Iago. I mean, the fuck, this place is straight out of some horror shit,” she said with a shake of her head, piling out of the car as the driver let them out at the entrance. It didn’t take long at all for them to get a hotel room booked and get escorted up to their room for the night. Rather than packing a bag full of clothing like she probably should have done, Kaiya’s overnight bag was filled with bottles of liquor that she pulled out one by one to set on the table for them. “By the time we smash one or two of these bad boys, it’ll be dark and we can go fuck around the halls until we see some shit. This haunted old ghost bitch better come out for us.”

[mackxjones]

location; redwood festival tagged; @santiago-casillas

In what felt like a minor miracle, Riley’s three dogs had settled down to rest next to her, allowing her a brief moment of peace to hang out with Santiago. Their friendship had always been an odd one, bonding through his wife and then settling into a consistent friendship once she up and disappeared on them. Sitting in the grass near the tent that the Casillas family’s wine was set up in, Riley let her head drift to the side towards Santiago with a content sigh. “I’m going to need at least three bottles of this one to go before I leave today, Sant. Being a mother is such a struggle, I have no choice but to drink at night.” Being a mother to three dogs probably didn’t quite qualify her for that, but Riley begged to differ.

[fierytragcdy]

daisy’s had the flu for what feels like years. she can’t sleep well and her fever never seems to dissipate. it’s all lyla can do not to break down in tears every time she sees her daughter in the tiniest bit of pain. she’s finally managed to get daisy to sleep with a cold compress against her forehead and her favourite teddy bear clutched under her arm. she looks worse for wear and lyla is exhausted. and it didn’t help that all daisy seemed to want to do was play in their backyard and babble away to her friends. but she couldn’t do that. hell, she hadn’t been able to do that for some time now. not since vicente had come back into their lives just to rip them out of it. lyla presses the back of her hand against her forehead and just breathes deeply for a moment. it doesn’t take her long to find vicente, giving one of his men a look when they even consider not letting her into his office. she’s too tired to argue with them and, by now, they seem to have realised that lyla won’t take any shit. if she doesn’t take it from vicente, she’s sure as hell not taking it from any of the men he pays. she clutches the baby monitor in her hand, ready to dash back if daisy wakes up. but she’s praying she won’t. she needs a minute to just.. not be a mother. or anything. she just needs to sit down and forget herself for a moment to catch up on where she needs to be. 

she slips into vicente’s office and sits down, placing the baby monitor onto the desk. “she’s finally asleep. i’m sure she’ll be awake in an hour or two, but she needs the rest.” so does she, but she leaves that in the air. she’s sure vicente can sense how tired she is. there’s no use voicing it. she’s restless and it makes her bones ache. lyla presses a hand against her stomach and exhales slowly, leaning back in the chair as she finally looks at the man before her. he still looks as handsome as the day they had met. god, what a day that had been. the months after had been insatiable and hectic. the moment she found out she was pregnant with daisy.. when he had left, her heart had broken in two, but she hadn’t ever had a chance to grieve him. he wasn’t dead, of course, but he may as well have been. they had known they would never see one another again. oh, but how time had changed. now look at them. back to their old ways. “how do you feel about becoming a daddy again?” not quite how she had planned to tell him, but how many ways were there to say it? she exhales and sits up a little straighter, pressing her palms flat against his desk. “i.. i’m pregnant,” she whispers, eyes stuck on where her hands lay on his desk. her heart races in her chest and she can barely hear though the blood rushing in her ears. she’s allowed to be nervous to tell him. the last time she told him something like this, he left her and their unborn child to save them. she couldn’t lose him again. // @trcnscendant - VICENTE SANTIAGO

[ichorstained]

" i know i'm a little rusty but have they ever called off the halloween party at the warehouse before ? " ideas were swirling around in her head , none of them good. " we might as well head to redstone , see if they know what's up. "

📍 just outside of the warehouse, 11:07 p.m.

⁂ — although santi had sworn off parties in his own head, he couldn't bring himself to stay away from the warehouse tonight. just one last time, he promised himself before leaving the house. (imagine his disappointment when the whole thing is called off at 11 p.m.) ❝ earliest 'last call' of my life ... ❞ he complains beneath his breath, kicking up the dirt of the sidewalk. ❝ do y ' think redstone's still going ? ❞

[morgvnai]

✪  06 + 17 //  una situación relacionada a la actividad ilícita de mi personaje o el personaje que envía @ un sex shop.

se encontraba postrada junto a una de las ventanas del establecimiento observando al par de hombres a los que previamente les había sacado la cartera,  y que paseaban por fuera del establecimiento tratando de localizarla, cuando una presencia a sus espaldas le hace girarse con sobresalto. “ ¿se te perdió algo? ” pregunta con recelo, pues no sabía si el contrario había sido enviado por sus dos víctimas.  “ ¿ o solamente estoy bloqueando tu vista de las ... ” comienza, desviando la mirada al aparador a su lado, finalmente cayendo en el tipo de local que era aquél “ ... esposas de peluche ? ” // @s-cardona 

[carverberncrdarchive]

If someone was asked to describe him he was fairly certain that the last thing they would choose was ‘people person’ and it couldn’t have held more true as he sought solace from the heaving crowds. Eyes locked on a familiar face and purposeful strides carried him over to his colleague. “At least tell me this whole thing has been worth it for you?” Words come out as something close to a growl in his frustration, already tired of the crowds and wishing he hadn’t seen it as such a good opportunity to encourage people to attend his gym. Glare was shot in the direction of a drunk girl approaching them, ruing the fact that the black wristband he was wearing hardly served as a deterrent for unwanted attention. “Swear I’m not responsible for what happens to the next person who asks to see what’s under here.” 

@leonsantiago

[manybcdthings]

Xavier was shaking his head, adamant and determined when Ines's voice reached him. Worry tugged her words as she suggested another route, but he shut it down fast, pushing her on. "No, keep moving." Xavier snapped, his tone sharper than he wanted it to be. But it was as if the crowd had a will of its own, they were hit by a surge of bodies rushing in every direction, desperate to escape.

In an instant, his hold on her loosened, and then she was gone, lost in the chaos, swallowed up by the frantic wave of people. His pulse kicked up, a cold rush of panic filling the space her absence left behind. Spinning around, he scanned the flood of faces, frantic as he searched for his sister in the crush of bodies. "Ines!" Xavier shouted, his voice straining against the noise, hoping it might cut through the panic.

For a moment, all he saw was a blur of faces, a storm of confusion and terror. Every instinct told him to fight through them, to go back and find her, but it was like pushing against a current. People shoved and stumbled, shoulders clashing against him as he was shoved and knocked. "Nes!" he yelled again, louder, the desperation cracking through his voice. His mind raced, a million scenarios flashing through, and each one darker than the last.

He cursed under his breath, forcing himself to focus. She'd keep moving, she had to. They knew these streets like the back of their hands. In one final burst of determination, Xavier shoved forward through the chaotic crowd, shouting her name one last time. And he saw it, almost in slow motion. The moment their father seemed to appear from nowhere from a back street with Rafael at his side. Santiago gripped Ines to her feet like he had known he needed to be there and Xavier sprinted in a final push to join them. "Fuck, are the back roads blocked too?" he asked, out of breath, panicked, instinctively moving with the crowd and now with his family. "Our street's flooded. Where's Lola?" @gloriouswhispers

Ines rushes forward, each heartbeat crashing against her ribs, as if the fear pulsing through her might burst free at any second. The lingering heat of the explosion clings in the air but Xavier's grip on her shoulder steadies her, keeps her from spiraling completely. Her mind fractures, pulled in a dozen directions as worry tugs her back toward Lola, Rafael, Jakob. "Can't we use the back roads and go-" she starts, turning instinctively, but Xavier's sharp order to keep moving cuts through. Her legs propel her forward, even if her whole body swarms with worry.

The street is a blur, bodies colliding, people surging like a desperate tide, each of them scrambling with no clear direction. Ines mutters a soft, breathless "Okay..." her voice barely audible above the din, trying to focus solely on the idea of home. Somewhere safe. She spots their usual turn up ahead, but it's flooded with people, the same frantic idea driving everyone. Ines swallows hard and keeps going, pushing her legs to match Xavier's relentless pace.

Without warning, a body barrels into her side, a man scrambling past in his own desperate bid to escape. The impact knocks her off balance, and she crashes hard onto the ground. Pain ricochets up her legs as her knees hit the metal street, her palms scraping against the rough surface, and for a split second, everything spins. She catches herself, but the crowd swarms around her, bodies moving too fast, feet nearly trampling her as she scrambles to regain control.

Dazed, her eyes dart frantically, searching the chaotic blur of faces for Xavier. She can feel the ache pulsing through her hands, but the urgency screams louder than the pain, pushing her to her feet even as her legs wobble. She stumbles, glancing around desperately. She's lost him. "Xav!?" Ines's voice is hoarse as she calls out. She forces herself upright, pushing against the current of people, to the best of her ability. "Xavier!?"

[jakequentin]

17. mi personaje pide ayuda al personaje que envía. / 06. delicatessen.

“Levantaron lo cargos y, no quiero pensar en lo peor, pero necesito prepararme” Hace una pausa para darle un sorbo a la copa de vino que tiene enfrente antes de volver la atención a la chica. “Así que, ¿crees que puedas hacerme ese favor, Vic?” cuestiona porque usualmente pedir ayuda sería el último recurso, pero necesitaba un plan B de defensa porque sus hermanos estaban involucrados en el asunto. @vxc-cxrdn