#santos party house

[deadpresidents]

Just to point out that while George Santos was finally expelled from the U.S. House of Representatives after being charged with 23 felony crimes, committing astounding levels of fraud, and fabricating absolutely stupid amounts of his background, it still required the heavy-lifting of Democratic members to close the deal, and a majority of Republicans voted to allow him to remain.

House Speaker Mike Johnson -- who was unanimously elected as the Republican leader of the House by GOP members in October -- continued to demonstrate his moral leadership by voting to let Santos hold on to his seat in Congress.

[queerism1969]

[tomorrowusa]

George Santos, infamous for lies and swindling, is apparently a drag queen. I’m cool with that, it’s one of the rare non-negative things we have learned about him.

But it’s hypocritical for him to be active in a blatantly homophobic and transphobic political party which considers drag queens “groomers”.

George Santos has positioned himself as a proud, unabashed conservative—on social issues and all. He has expressed support for Florida’s regressive “Don’t Say Gay” law that bars teachers from discussing sexual orientation or gender identity in school. Accusing Democrats of wanting to “groom our kids,” Santos peddled right-wing talking points that equate discussing sexual orientation or gender identity with children as tantamount to sexual abuse. Such talking points often go further, holding that drag shows, or even LGBTQ people generally, groom and abuse children.

It now appears Santos has participated in drag himself.

A 2008 photo from Brazil depicts Santos, known at the time as Anthony, in a drag costume under the moniker Kitara Ravache.

From @MarisaKabas

So we now have three names for the GOP representative from NY-03...

George Santos

Anthony Devolder

Kitara Ravache

So if House Democrats propose a Drag Queen Story Hour at the Library of Congress, would George/Anthony/Kitara vote against it?

To be clear, it’s great that Santos enjoyed drag, and made a friend while doing it. And in any abstract sense, it doesn’t matter! What matters is that Santos has positioned himself among a political movement incredibly antagonistic towards drag queens and others who enjoy drag, one that stokes transphobia and hate towards all LGTBQ people. Santos will try to have it both ways—and Republicans who have decried drag as a moral crisis will too: Either drag truly is an existential threat to our children (wrong) and Santos should be removed from Congress (correct), or drag is absolutely fine (correct) and Santos should not be removed from Congress (wrong).

[meandmybigmouth]

And you wonder why the lying ass GOP is so arrogant? and swagger around like they own America?. they are not held to any rule of law? and ethics, accountability, transparency! 

[i-news-you]

"🚨 Explosive Scandal Unveiled! 🚨

Join us in our latest video as we unravel the gripping political drama surrounding New York Republican Congressman George Santos.

🔍 Dive deep into the allegations and charges against Santos. 🔥 Witness the political ramifications and heated debates. 💬 Hear from Santos himself as he responds to the allegations. 🔮 Speculate on what's next in this unfolding controversy.

This is one video you can't afford to miss if you're a political enthusiast! Watch now for all the details and be part of the conversation.

[biglisbonnews]

Pathological liar Santos gets green light to attend classified briefings Rep. George Santos has been caught in a web of lies about his education, heritage, and personal history, which is why everyone in the GOP (besides that communist RINO Mitt Romney) loves him so much. He represented the best parts of the Republican party. — Read the rest https://boingboing.net/2023/02/09/pathological-liar-santos-gets-green-light-to-attend-classified-briefings.html

[canadianabroadvery]

[filosofablogger]

The New Kid In The Party?

The New Kid In The Party?

A good governor … and here I am using the term more expansively to include all government decision-makers from state legislators all the way up through the U.S. Congress and even the president … will make every decision based on what is best for the country and for its people – ALL its people, not just white people or male people or Christian people or straight people.  They will sometimes err…

[asunflowerana]

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭

summary: usual grocery day with your husband

with: bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, sakusa kyoomi and osamu miya.

n/a: brought this one from my old blog, one of my favorites. I'm thinking about making a part 2 with more hq boys, I personally enjoy imagining them dealing with grocery with me 😂. hope you guys enjoy!

⊛ bokuto koutaro

a child inside a full-grow 190cm male body, that's what he is. The fact that he still pouts whenever you remind him that "no, you can't get inside the cart baby, you won't fit" proves the point. But besides his childish mood, he can turn your time shopping a lot funnier.

he does cart races, searches for lower prices like hunting a treasure, throw his hands in the air when he finds his favorite snacks and cackles at every single brand with a silly name. He's a total dork, but his excitement is so endearing that you cannot help but absorb it. It's actually sweet, the way he lightly takes a domestic duty. He's also helpful, willingly carrying the bags to the car, and storing the groceries later at home.

he yearns to stay close to you, so even if his both hands are grabbing the cart handle, at least some arm-brushing will happen. He'll feel pretty lost if you both need to part ways through the market, but it's cute how he beams when you guys find each other later.

favorite section: breakfast food section (he's addicted to cereal), and meat section.

what you usually hear from him: "babe, can we buy this?"

⊛ oikawa tooru

if there's something Tooru doesn't look forward to, is grocery day. He even tried to wipe it off the fridge calendar a few times before, but you're too good to be fooled. "the Santos already ordered by delivery, why can't we do the same?" and he always uses the neighbor's card to try to convince you, whining like his teenager version would.

but one way or another, you always get him to go. If he's in a bad mood, he'll probably sulk in the beginning, lazily riding the cart while sighing every two minutes 'cause this is a total "waste of time". But as the shopping proceeds, he gets used to it, even forgetting what he was so grumpy about when a product catches his attention. With some subtle kisses and a small treat, you can even get a smile out of him. 

He likes to wrap his arm around your back or keep you close by the waist. Not having you there with him it's the worst thing it could happen, so he needs to make sure you stay by his side (also because he simply likes holding you).

favorite section: checkouts (not a surprise), and cosmetics section (he can spend a good amount of time selecting body products).

what you usually hear from him: "are we done?"; "baby, I need your help. This one, or this one?".

⊛ sakusa kiyoomi

He's the one looking forward to this day. He gets uneasy when things run out in the house, so going shopping is almost necessary for his peace of mind. What he doesn't look forward to, though, is dealing with people at the supermarket. Most precisely, the lines, but let's not talk about it to not ruin the mood.

he's very selective, taking whatever time he has to inspect and be sure of the products, in case it isn't a common choice of yours. He appreciates being aware of what you are consuming, not only for being an athlete but because he cares about your health. He likes to share what he's been learning from the team's nutritionist, but he is not a dictator: if you want to treat yourself to some tasty sweets or snacks, he won't get in the way. He'll even join the party.

He'll offer his arm for you to wrap your own, or hold hands. He's grateful to have your company, so he'll cherish it as much as he can. He's also very protective if the place or the lines are too crowned, keeping you by his side and holding you close with his arm.

favorite section: cleaning products (you have no idea how relieved he gets when he goes there).

what you usually hear from him: "I know you want it. Go ahead, put in the cart"; "tsc, they always put the gloves way back there"; "these stupid lines. Again."

⊛ osamu miya

The king of groceries. He's used to doing this two, or three times a week, and it never gets boring. The experience has made him smarter about where and when it is best to buy, plus he has a good eye when it comes to product quality and price. So yeah, you have almost nothing to worry about when Osamu Miya is your grocery partner. Almost.

He's very chill and helpful while shopping, but you better keep a good eye on the cart: it'll get filled to the brim in one minute. When Osamu likes something, he makes a point of buying as much as he can. Once, he filled almost three entire carts, and half of one was just from rice bags. Someone might think you have a whole volleyball team as a family with the amount of food he wants to take home.

Hands on your back, shoulder, waist, any free space he has to keep you close to him – and he'll keep it there the whole time. Touch is one of his love languages, so there's no way he won't keep in contact with you.

favorite section: fruit and vegetables section, and bakery section (he loves the smell of fresh ingredients).

what you usually hear from him: "sweetheart, just one more. It'll be the last, I promise"; "hope Tsum doesn't visit us today"

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[transit-fag]

George Santos has been expelled from the house of representatives for mismanagement of campaign funds

[queerism1969]

[tarjapearce]

dancing to sexy latin pop or reggaeton music with miguel. he's got two left feet and slight rhythm but he's also very turned on by you 🤭

Another Pre-Soccer Family and how they keep flirting? Yes. 🤭

Couldn't help but imagine this with these songs 🤭

Even though the little outing after soccer game you had invited Miguel to was success, your wallet surely suffered some damage.

The man ate. He was kinda quiet mostly of the time, but surely enjoyed the food you had treated him with. You were just taking mental notes of what he liked and what not. The spicier the better, definitely a Horchata team man, and of course, a carne asada man. The conversation was sparse, but it was nice. You were as nervous as he was, didn't actually think that he would accept.

He loved meat. And once you finished you drove him home. He ended up 'telling' you about this upcoming party at Peter's to celebrate MJ's birthday.

"If you wanna come, though."

"Are you... inviting me?" You gave him a smug smile and he just cleared his throat and shrugged.

"I'm just telling you."

You pursed your lips, smile fading.

"Oh... okay. I might go. "

"Might?"

"Hmm." You parked outside his home, "Not sure if I can make it that day. But let me see what I can do"

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Miguel gave Peter's house entrance subtle glances here and there. He was busy with the food, Peter had asked him for the details of your date which, he plainly just shrugged off as a normal outing.

"Did you invite her to the party?" Jess spoke

"I told her about it." He frowned at the disappointment in Peter's and Jess, even Gabriel's face.

"Telling is not the same as inviting! It's the etiquette rule to invite someone, when you want to see them again that is. No wonder she looked kinda bummed out."

"Yo tampoco vendría si me lo dijeran así." (I wouldn't come either if I'd get told like that)

His deep red eyes glared at his brother's comment.

"Si viene, mínimo baila con ella." (If she shows up, the least you can do is to dance with her.)

"Okay, okay. Leave the guy alone. He hasn't dated someone in ages. But yeah, you're a dumbass. C'mon." He offered a beer, Miguel took a long swig of it.

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He didn't had your phone and certainly approaching Jess was out of the equation. She'd tease him to no end before anything. Party had started two hours ago, and still no signs of you.

He rubbed his face, deep in thought on how he had possibly screwed it up as he nursed his Horchata glass in the kitchen. He was preparing an extra plate of food when your voice echoed through the entrance.

"I'm so sorry for the delay! Got too carried away picking a gift" You hugged MJ.

"You hungry?" Jessica spoke as your voices approached. His grip on the spoon tightened.

"Ah, don't worry. Kinda ate in my way back. Maybe later."

Your eyes met his. His jaw tightened and you just gave him a little smile and a wave before disappearing back with Jessica.

Awkward.

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You had been dancing the last few songs in a row with Jessica and MJ, he just watched you from afar. You had rejected a couple of men that had asked you to dance.

"He keeps staring" Jessica mumbled and you shrugged.

"Can't do everything myself. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but he doesn't seem too keen in making an advance either"

"You kidding? He's been staring holes at the door waiting for you to come." MJ whispered at your ear.

"He's just... shy I guess?"

The music was a bit upbeat, the lights were down, you refreshed yourself before going back again at the dance floor. You saw him across the room, bored out of his mind, and taking swigs of his beer that was warm at this point.

He nearly choked as you approached him.

"Let's go"

You offered your hand and he looked away.

"No puedo bailar" (Can't dance)

"No te preocupes. Yo tampoco pero te enseño" (Don't worry, Me neither but I'll teach you.)

He took a last swig of his beer and stood. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or it was the whole thing that was about to happen that made his ears warmer. The beat changed into something more slow and mellow. A bachata.

You giggled as you stood before him.

"Now what?"

"We are supposed to get closer"

He crushed your heeled foot with his boots

"Sorry... fuck." He rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Relax, it's fine. It happens alot."

One of your hands went around the small of his waist as he took your hand. Delicate and small snuggled against his calloused and big one.

His heart skipped a beat when you guided his other hand on your waist.

"Right"

"Bachata is easy. It's just swaying your hips left and right. It's the easiest dance" You stepped closer, and moved with the beat. He could feel your curves moving. His feet followed. Clumsy, step dances were enough to make you laugh. He frowned.

"Perdón, perdón. Ya, no me voy a reír" (Sorry sorry, Ok. I won't laugh)

"Suelta esas caderas, mano" (Let those hips go, man)

Your hands went to his hips, and moved them.

"One, two" Your hips swayed to accentuate the little whip move at the end of the second step. He gulped.

"Eso, Miguel!"

You clapped softly, he just chuckled.

"Now, just do that to the left and right and that's it."

"Really?" He took your hand in his again and placed the other one on your lower back.

"Yeah." Your lips stretched in a bashful smile.

For once you were glad the lights were down as you danced. You still could see him. And of course still could feel his feet crushing yours. People stared your way, but neither of you cared, too focused in teaching eachother things as you laughed out of nervousness.

The song changed, into something more Sultry, yet danceable.

That was definitely one of Gabriel's songs.

"I don't know how to dance this one, does the previous dance moves apply to this one too?"

His technicism in speaking was plain endearing to you. You giggled at his pouty face.

"Not really, but if you feel comfortable with-"

"Enséñame, pues." (Teach me, then)

That shut you giggle off. He smirked.

"Estás seguro?" (You sure?)

He shrugged and crossed his arms on his chest.

"We're already making a fool of ourselves, so..."

"Me gusta tu entusiasmo, Dracula" (I like your eagerness)

"Qué te digo, me gusta aprender." (What can I tell you. I like learning.).

You slapped his chest playfully then took his hand and guided him to a wall, like many other people around. His hands were on your waist again, and this time yours rested on his neck. The lyrics of the second song only added a little sizzle to the mood.

Imagínate en mi cuarto

Comiéndote a besos

Your body swayed, it took a little for him to get your rhythm. And it was almost intoxicating for him, borderline overwhelming. The closeness of your bodies didn't help, the lyrics of the song only made his eyes to stop at you lips, Your fingers had ended up entwined, and certainly that little red dress you wore didn't help the upcoming override in his system. The song was over, but it didn't matter.

One of your hands caressed his nape and he shuddered, you bit your lip, he inched closer to your face. Nails raking softly the exposed part of his skin underneath his neck, his breath fanned over your lips. But one finger stopped him, said finger separated your lips from his.

"Nuh uh. No me invitaste, recuerdas? " (You didn't invite me, remember?)

With a smirk you separated your body from his. His eyes blinked, trying to process what was happening

"Thanks for the dance" You smiled oh so sweetly before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving him there, a flustered mess. Mind was in 404 error.

Dios mío...

[elswifee]

Games

Pairing: Toxic!ellie x fem!reader

Warnings: drug!use, alcohol!use, toxic!ellie, mean!ellie, dumb!reader, smut, strong language, scissoring, f!ngering (r and ellie )

Summary: you never really new what you were to ellie. I mean she treated you like a girlfriend, but wouldn't at the same time. You got pretty annoyed with that, so you decided to play a dangerous game with her.

You were getting ready to head out to a party at your cousins house. You were applying a coat of lipgloss when ellie walked in. She is wearing a black button up with short sleeves, revealing her many tattoos, and some washed out jeans.

She shamelessly checked you out, the way your black dress hugged your body so perfectly. Ellie then came up behind you, kissing your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late. Hurry up please," she slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp.

"Ochie, okay I'm ready let's go," you say, rubbing your ass.

On the ride to the party, ellie had her hand on your thigh, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, baby?" She smirks. "Yes, Els. You have, thank you." You smile.

Once you got there, your cousin was the first one at the door. "Ay! Mira no mas, mi prima favorita!" (Oh! look who it is, my favorite cousin!) He greets, pulling you into a hug. "Ellie, how you been, man?" He dabs her up, pulling her into a bro hug.

"Nothing much, how 'bout you?" She shrugs.

A few drinks later, you spot your childhood best friend, lana. She was taller, a few new piercings, was that a new tattoo? She looked good.

You turn to tell ellie, you were gonna be back in a few minutes, but when you did she was with another girl. She was close to her face a cup in her hand, and she seemed to say something funny, causing the girl to laugh.

You roll your eyes, this wasn't new. You had seen ellie with different girls all the time, but you loved her too much to stop seeing her.

You started walking towards lana. She was talking to some friends, but was cut short when she turned to see you. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit!" She calls you out, "damn baby, look at you," she grabs your hand given you a little twirl.

"How you been, fuck, how long has it been?"

You guys have a conversation, talking about everything you missed. "So what you got a girlfriend or something?" You ask, tilting your head with a smile.

"Uh, I'm actually talking to someone, so I don't know." She laughs. Lana was getting ready to ask you the same thing, but she was cut off by your squealing.

"Lana, dance with me please, I haven't danced in for ever!" You shout, Imitadora by Romeo Santos was playing. God, you used to dance this song with her all the time.

She places a hand on your lower waist, and you place a hand on her shoulder. The free hands grab onto each other. When he starts singing, you guys start moving. You sway your hips, following her lead.

Twirling you around, singing to the lyrics, she leans down to your ear. You were laughing along with her.

Ellie was watching from afar. Jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, and her hands in tight fists, making her knuckles white.

Who the fuck is she? What are you laughing about? What's so funny? Why is she dancing with you? Is she gay too?

All these thoughts she had. She watches you walking towards the counter sitting next to the girl, handing you a cup. Your still laughing when you see ellie from the corner of your eye.

Ellie suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling you in, kissing you passionately. Tongue swiping over your lip she had bitten. "Hi, baby, where were you?"

You felt incredibly awkward, looking at lana. She looked caught off guard. Glancing between you and ellie, who was standing behind you, a smirk and a stare that could scare anyone away.

"Uh, ellie meet lana, lana meet ellie- "her girlfriend," ellie finishes for you, a cocky smile on her face as she reaches her vainy hand out. Lana nods, taking a hint, she reaches out, shaking ellies hand.

"Ahh, I used to date her, aswell" lana smiles.

Ellie doesn't drop her act, though inside she boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Your eyes widen, oh shit. You get up grabbing ellies hand, " lana, it was so nice to see you, te veo luego, si?" (I'll see you soon, yes?) You wave at her, dragging ellie upstairs.

Entering your old room, full of posters, led lights, vinyls, and record player. You lock the door, turning around, ellie in your face pushing you back, into the wall.

"Who was she?" Ellie rasps.

"She's an old friend-

"Girlfriend, you mean?" She tilts her head. You gulp. You don't know why, but when ellie would get jealous she tends to look so good.

Ellie glides the back of her cold fingers against your flushed cheeks, tracing your lips. "Don't forget who owns you, sweetheart. Who you belong to," she smiles.

Grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker. "Who do you belong to, baby?" She questiones, lightly grazing her lips along yours. " You, ellie, I belong to you," you whisper.

Ellie breaths against your lips, making you shudder. you lean into her, but she backs away, making eye contact with you. She let's out a throaty chuckle, seeing how pathetic you look.

"Please, Els, kiss me," you beg.

Ellie lowers her head, as though she was going to kiss you but instead she kisses your neck. Sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck and on your collar bone.

You felt yourself get wet, rubbing your thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

You whimper, as ellie yanks your dress down, revealing your braless chest, "dirty, dirty girl," she smiles. She goes on, spitting on them, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.

You let out a heavy sigh, your slick running through your panties and down your thighs.

Ellie pinches your other nipple before giving it the same attention as the other one. Her cold hands roam around your body. She reaches down, cupping your soaked cunt.

"So wet for me already, baby" ellie grunts. She pulls your panties aside, the pad of her thumb pressing against your puffy clit. Her middle finger rubbing your slit up and down.

Without a warning she shoves her finger into your hole, whining at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Ellie kisses down on your neck, she can feel herself get wet, aswell. Her boxer sticking to her cunt. She curls her finger inside you, making you cry out.

You reach for your breasts, as you playing with your perky nipples, increasing your high.

"Yes, yes, yes, ellie don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck I'm close,"

You let out a moan, ugh was it music to ellies ears. She felt so good, pleasing you. As ellie felt you shaking, she yanked out her finger.

She then drops to her knees, throws you leg over her shoulder. She keeps your panties moved aside before she kitten-licks your throbbing clit. Being on the edge had you whining, looking for a release.

You grab ellie by her head, pushing her deeper into you. She chuckles, running her tongue through your glistening folds. She brings her thumb up, rubbing your clit at an intense pace. Moaning and squirming, trying to get away for this overstimulation.

Ellie just grips your thighs hard, you can fell the bruises starting to form.

Ellie then inserts her middle finger, and her ring finger inside your hole. You let out a cry, ellie fascinated by the way you swallowed her fingers.

"Ellie, shit, shit ,shit, I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!"

You feel dizzy, exhausted. Your shaking, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. Ellie still sucking on you, cleaning you up with her tounge, helping you ride out your high.

Ellie picks you up, throws you over her shoulder. She slaps your ass, echos forming. She tosses you on the bed, making you bounce.

Ellie starts unbottoning her shirt, followed by her sports bra. As she starts walking towards you, she unbuttons her pants, dragging them down along with her boxers. You can see her shiny slick running down her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Sliding off the bed, onto your knees, infront of Ellie. You look up to her with doe eyes. You lick your lips before placing your head in between her thighs. Running your tongue flat against her, sucking up her juices.

Ellie let's out a grunt, hands on your head, pushing you towards her clit. You let out small laugh, vibrations running through ellies body, causing her to shiver. You capture her clit between your teeth.

Ellie let's out a moan, gripping onto your hair. Ellie felt so turned on, she was desperate for a release.

You tease her sopping hole with your finger before entering. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. You pump your fingers in and out, while continuing to suck her clit,

"Shit, shit, fuck, just like that. You fucking whore, yeah, don't stop,"

Ellie clenches around your finger a few more times before she starts to tremble. Letting out a load moan, breathless, she pulls you up. Leaning close, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Tongue sliding against your, teeth clashing, lips over lips. She bites your lip, dragging it out before licking it.

Your head bows to her neck, sucking and leaving your marks all over her.

Pushing you onto the bed, ellie spreads your legs. Placing herself on top of you, a leg over the other. You let out a soft moan.

Ellie starts grinding onto you, back and forward. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breaths and moans.

"She can't fuck you like I can. Do you understand? Huh?" Ellie grunts. "Hey, hey, look at me. No one can fuck you besides me. If I see someone touch you, their dead, you hear me?"

You let out moans, groaning at how sexy she looked on top of you, fucking you and making threats. Ellie starts grinding harder and faster, chasing her orgasm. Your clits rubbing together, arching your back.

Ellie lowers her head sucking your tits. "Fuck, ellie, ima cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming!" A scream leave your mouth, arching your back, your trembling.

Ellie continues to ride you, her strokes getting messy, and sloppy. She let's out a throaty moan, her head thrown back as she tries to control her breathing.

She drops on top of you, drawing circles on your rib and waist. Your bodies are sweaty and wet, but you don't care. You play with ellies hair until you hear soft snores.

"Dammit ellie, why did you make me fall in love with you." You whisper to yourself, groaning and rolling your eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart"

[whereslynx]

Hey love could u do one where it takes place at the santo party where Rubi is rapping and when he says “I didn’t wanna come tonight but spooky made me come” and everyone starts ooooing could u have the reader be like mmhh he makes me cum too and she’s just drunk and he does that lil smirk of his 😩

a/n: HAHAHAHAHAH SURREEEEE. had to leave out the breaking of the truce part for the sake of reader and spooky’s moments🤭

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The Santos backyard was packed with people, the dim glow of string lights casting a warm, hazy atmosphere over the party. The music was loud, rattling through the speakers that were set up near the patio, and the mix of laughter, chatter, and shouting filled the air. The grill had long since been abandoned, now just a pile of cold charcoal, but the drinks kept flowing, and the energy of the night was still high.

You leaned back against the fence, sipping on a half-full cup of whatever beer was left in the cooler, feeling the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in your system. The backyard had become a familiar scene for you, ever since you started coming to these Santos parties with Oscar—better known to the world as Spooky. As his girl, you fit in with the crew, earning your place among them with the same loyalty and respect that he demanded from everyone else.

Ruby, always the life of the party, had set himself up in the center of the yard, rapping loud enough to get a crowd of hyped Santos around him, cheering him on. He was in rare form tonight, spitting bars and dropping jokes, making everyone double over in laughter. You’d been keeping an eye on him while chilling near the back with your drink, watching the way the group circled around him, hanging on to his every word. Spooky and you had known Mario for quite some time, and when Spooky respected someone, you respected them too. So, you tended to make sure to make sure Ruby was okay.

“Man, I didn’t even wanna come tonight,” Ruby slurred, his voice dripping with playful theatrics as he paused, a sly grin forming. “But Spooky made me come!”

The crowd lost it, howling with laughter and nudging each other. You glanced over at Oscar, who was leaning against the edge of the patio, his back to the house, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn’t been paying much attention, but the second Ruby dropped his name, you saw that signature smirk pull at the corner of his lips.

Caught up in the energy of the moment and the alcohol swirling in your veins, you didn’t even think twice before loudly blurting out, “Mmmhmm… he makes me cum too!”

For a second, the backyard went dead quiet, your words hanging in the air. Then the entire crowd exploded in laughter, even louder than before, doubling over as they howled and jeered. Some of the Santos started hollering, “Ayyy!” while others slapped their knees and gave you looks of pure disbelief, like they couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

You stood there, trying to hold back your own laughter, knowing full well that your face was probably flushed from both the alcohol and the sudden attention. Ruby nearly dropped the mic, cracking up so hard he had to lean on one of the guys for support.

“That’s it! She wins tonight!” someone yelled from the group, fanning their face as they kept laughing.

You caught Oscar’s eye from across the yard. He pushed off the wall, his dark eyes gleaming with that quiet, confident amusement that made your heart race every time. The smirk on his face deepened, and he slowly shook his head, like he couldn’t believe you just said that in front of everyone. But he wasn’t mad—not even close. He was proud.

As the laughter around you finally started to die down, Oscar made his way through the crowd, the air shifting as people automatically moved out of his way, giving him space. The backyard felt smaller with him walking toward you, his intense gaze never leaving yours. He stopped in front of you, his hand sliding around your waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Drunk, huh?” Oscar murmured, his voice dropping low, the teasing note unmistakable as it rumbled through his chest. His eyes flickered with amusement, a playful glint dancing behind the calm façade he usually wore. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear, making your skin tingle in the cool night air.

You tilted your head up toward him, unable to hide the grin that spread across your face. The warmth in his tone mixed with the steady heat from his body pressed against yours, filling you with a familiar, comfortable feeling—like everything in the world was just right when you were with him.

“Maybe a little,” you replied with a soft laugh, shrugging as if it wasn’t obvious from your flushed cheeks and the slightly unsteady way you leaned into him. You could feel the buzz still coursing through you, the drinks from earlier making your thoughts hazy but pleasant. But more than anything, it was the closeness to him, the feel of his arm around you, that had your heart beating just a little faster.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, his hand still resting on your waist as his thumb brushed lazily against your skin through the fabric of your shirt. He tilted his head, giving you that look—half amused, half proud, like he enjoyed seeing you this way, all soft and carefree in his arms. The backyard lights cast a faint glow around you both, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“Just a little, huh?” he teased, his voice velvet-soft now, almost daring you to admit more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the way his eyes searched your face, lingering on your lips for a beat longer than usual, told you he was enjoying every second.

You let out another laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Okay, maybe more than a little,” you confessed, leaning into him fully, feeling safe in his hold, like you could be completely yourself here with him, no judgment, no pressure. Just you, him, and the night stretching out before you.

Oscar chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you in closer, ignoring the lingering stares and whispers from the crowd. You were used to this, the way everyone watched when the two of you were together. Spooky wasn’t the kind of guy anyone expected to see soft or affectionate in public, but here he was, holding you like you were the only one who mattered.

“Alright, alright, I don’t know how I’m gon’ top that off,” Rubi finally called out, still laughing. “But I wanna give something back. DJ, spin that shit!”

The crowd roared in agreement, a few of them still wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, and you couldn’t help but join in. The party would go on with Ruby’s rapping ringing in your ears, but after a moment like that, it was clear you had just made your mark on the night.

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and amusement. The smirk playing on his lips never wavered, a subtle curve that made your heart skip a beat. “You good?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, just for you to hear. His tone was soft, intimate, cutting through the buzz of the party like it was your own little world.

You met his gaze, the warmth of his hand still resting on your waist, and nodded, the thrill of the moment still coursing through you. Your pulse raced, not just from the alcohol but from the way Oscar looked at you—as if nothing else in the world mattered. “I’m good,” you replied, the words escaping with a breathless laugh, still riding the high of your bold declaration.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and his hand tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer for a brief second. It was that protective, almost possessive gesture that sent a spark through you, grounding you in the chaotic energy of the backyard. He didn’t have to say much—he never did—but the look he gave you, filled with pride and amusement, told you everything. He was impressed.

“Good,” he murmured again, his voice smooth as silk. With one last squeeze of your waist, he gently guided you away from the center of the action, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. You fit perfectly against his side, the heat of his body a comforting contrast to the cool night air.

As the two of you made your way back toward the patio, the music kicked up again, louder this time, as if to reclaim the space after the brief pause of the crowd. The backyard was alive with noise and laughter, people picking up where they left off, but there was a noticeable shift in the energy. You could still hear the echoes of their reactions, those playful, teasing calls of “Ayyy!” that followed you even as you walked away. It seemed like no one could quite let go of the moment you had just created, and every so often, someone would nudge their friend, sending another round of knowing laughs your way.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you wore their attention like a badge of honor. You had been the one to steal the spotlight tonight, and judging by the lingering grins and whispers around you, it wasn’t something they would forget anytime soon.

Oscar led you to a quieter corner near the patio, away from the crowd but still within the pulsing heartbeat of the party. His arm stayed securely around you, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your shoulder, a silent but intimate gesture that made you feel like the two of you were in sync with each other. Even though the laughter and chatter of the Santos continued around you, in that moment, it was just you and him.

As the night went on, people continued to pass by with playful smirks or lighthearted comments, reminding you that you had left your mark on the night. But each time, Oscar just pulled you closer, his quiet presence reminding everyone that while you may have been the one to steal the show, you were his—and that was the real reason you stood out tonight.

And you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that no matter how wild things got at these parties, at the end of the day, you were with the one who made you feel like the only person in the room.