❝ ━━━ Perfection’ is man’s ultimate illusion. It simply doesn’t exist in the universe…. If you are a perfectionist, you are guaranteed to be a loser in whatever you do. ❞
· · ·allie liked cooking and baking, but she honestly didn’t have much experience. her mother was not one to cook her homemade meals and she spent her entire childhood eating takeout or whatever was available on set, so the young woman didn’t learn how to make anything more elaborate than cereal or sandwiches until she started living on her own. at twenty one, she’d gotten way better at cooking than she once was, but the pie that she’d planned to make with cris was well out of her league, which became evident once the ingredients were all laid out in front of them.·“i’m actually very down for that, yeah.” allie agreed with a laugh, shaking her head.·“and since we’re going to mcdonald’s maybe i’ll get some fries, because i’m starving·!”
· · · · · it was good to know that the both of them were struggling with the idea of making a pie , that according to google was simple . in all honesty , cris might be able to do it , but he had just left from a brutal practice and his body wasn’t in the best shape to be standing for much longer . that was evident when he took a seat at one of the chair and laughed , a sigh of relief leaving him not long after .·“ how about we just order it . unless you do want to go out , then we need to make a pit stop at a grocery store . i need some form of energy drink .·“ because it was the only thing he knew that would keep him going .·“ i’m down for fries, and ice cream . . . and then maybe also , some apple pie .·“ he says , the pie suggestion a joke since they failed to make it themselves.
“nope . can’t do it anymore . won’t do it ,” margo draws out dramatically before lazily hooking her arms around the nearest streetlamp and leaning onto it as a means to support her body weight . really this shouldn’t have been that hard . but it was margo and she was drunk and obnoxiously overdramatic about little things . “my feet are fucking killing me . i REFUSE to take another step .” their uber wasn’t even 5ft away yet she was choosing now to be difficult at the expense of her poor babysitter , cris . “you’ve either gotta drag my dead body or leave me here to die . either way , this is it for me . ‘t was nice knowing you , cristopher-” that’s not even his name , “except actually it wasn’t and you suck ,” she continues to rattle on drunkenly . not that it was a secret that she wasn’t particularly fond of her best friend’s cousin . it just became considerably more apparent with her loose tongue , courtesy of the one too many drinks she had downed earlier in the night .
she was so fucking dramatic , and cris’s eyes were rolling what felt like every two minutes . the only reason why he stopped having his own type of fun was to make sure margo didn’t die , and that’s because his family would kill him if something happened to her . because technically , margo has been adopted into his family without him really wanting to . “ i’m about to leave you on the ground . “ he threatens , but he knew she knew that wasn’t true . “ you’re really tempting me to just drag your ass . “ he mutters to himself . “ okay margaret , i’m tired of this . “ he decides when she shuts up , taking her arm , leaning down and pulling her over his shoulder , carrying her like a bag of flour . thanking god he likes to work out , or else she’d be heavy . but he grunted , being as dramatic as her . “ what the hell did you eat today ? a whole cow . “ he murmurs , wanting to pinch a nerve as he walks towards the uber , effortlessly opening the door and setting her inside . “ can you get home on your own ? “
it wasn’t unlike fiore to spend hours and hours shopping for things he definitely didn’t need, but wanted anyways. despite the fact that he spent a ton of money, there was also a lot of things he got that he didn’t pay for. he had just spent over four thousand dollars (obviously not his money), on just two pairs of shoes and a pair of socks, and he really was going to leave, but the sight of nail polish caught his attention. he didn’t go crazy with it and usually just stuck to either black or blue, but they had so many shades of both, he had to stop and look. he lifts up an indigo colored one and looks at the price tag, immediately laughing when he does. eighty dollars? yeah right. he grabs the ones he wants and then grabs some extra ones to not look sketch, walks around the store, and puts at least ten different nail polishes into his bag. with that, he puts the rest back and walks out, easy as ever. he’s in the parking lot when he decides to stop and try out a shade of black he had taken. he opens the thing and paints his right index finger, light blue eyes admiring the shade. right when he’s about to pain another, he hears a voice call out to him, and honestly? it tripped him out. call it a dirty conscience or whatever, but he was so startled, he accidentally dropped the nail polish on the ground, almost all of it’s contents spilling onto the pavement. he groans, clearly irritated because that was the nicest shade he had jacked. “wow, that was eighty bucks down the drain…. not cool.” it was actually free, but okay fiore. he finally looks up from the ground and spots none other than cris, honestly probably the last person he was expecting to see. “that was like the nicest shade too…” he muttered, mostly to himself.
100% cris caught on to what fiore was doing . he had just entered the place , browsing along but catching fiore was easy since he stuck out like a sore thumb , acting suspicious . cris looked between fiore and the rest of the place , making sure no one else saw him just steal a bunch of nail polish . cris even laughed to himself since the scene itself was hilarious . at this point in his life , he was pretty much used to seeing other people take things . and cris knew how to keep his mouth shut , especially since he thought 80 dollars for a nail polish is ridiculous to pay for anyway . watching it all unfold was truly amusing and he walked out right after fiore did , catching up to him . “ hey . “ he calls out , and then a brow raises when seeing him drop the polish . cris couldn’t help but chuckle . “ you’re lucky the security guards don’t give a shit about their job , and the salespeople weren’t looking . “ he states the obvious . “ do you want me to buy you another one ? “ he offers since he’s in a position where he’s able to , and it seemed the other liked that particular shade a lot .
blair’s never been one to be afraid of confrontation . quite the outspoken person , she is . besides , she didn’t even really see this as confrontational . they were friends once , right ? nothing more than that . she doesn’t really see why is has to be awkward between them . but it is , no matter how much she just tries to brush it off . it’s infuriating , actually . why can’t things just go back to normal ? it’s not like she’d lied during that interview . they weren’t dating . heels click on the pavement of 5th avenue as she strides towards the familiar blond , pressing a brilliant smile to her features . eyebrows raise a little bit , giving him an unimpressed look . “ hi , cristian . ” she begins , tone syrupy - sweet , “ you look surprised to see me … and also like you’re in desperate need of a hot yoga class . release the tension in your jaw , darling , you’ll feel better . ”
man , if only scientists worked faster to create teleportation devices . that way cris could avoid this entire situation . that’s what he was good at , at times , avoiding things until they got so big it blew up in his face . he never truly learned his lesson . this is a prime example . instead of handling it head on , he preferred to brush it aside and pretend it doesn’t exist , even though he knows it does . it kinda sucks because he lost a friend he cared about - - - if he could call her a friend . cris wasn’t entirely sure what they were , which is what made things even more complicated . “ because you’re pretty much the last person i wanted to see , darling . “ at least he was honest . a shitty familial trait he was well aware of . but with that he felt pretty confident and patted himself on the back for that one .
𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚 , 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏'𝒕 intended for the nickname to act as something to irritate him but judging by his distinctive eye roll , it had done exactly that . “ honestly , i don’t know where you’d be . you say that like i know where your usual places to be are . ” em had zero clue what cris got up to , she didn’t know that much about him , not to mention they didn’t get on . at all . “ ouch , my inner fashionista persona is hurt . ” so maybe she did have people who helped her get ready from time to time , so what ? if she looked good in the end , what did it matter ? “ it must come as a real surprise when i say that this look— ” gesturing down to her current outfit choice and looking back to him before continuing , “ was all my own creation . miracles really do happen , huh crissy ? ”
his brows furrowed , trying to find some sense in what she was saying . “ then why act like you’re surprised to see me here if you don’t know where i hang out ? “ he asks her , confused . “ i’m pretty sure you can’t have an inner fashionista if you’ve never had one . “ cris tells her , sure of it himself , his words confident , although he could be honest and say she looked decent . but he wasn’t going to , because he’s stubborn and she’s egging him on . his eyes scan her , up and down , and then smirks . “ i’ve seen better , definitely shows that you need help from a stylist if this is how you dress . “ his hand gestures over to her , and then he scoffs , that smirk still on his face when his name if finally called to grab the clothes he got there to pick up .
· · · · · everytime he heard his nickname from her , his entire body went full on cringing . he hated it , not particularly the name , but because she was calling him that knowing it got under his skin . his eyes rolled once again , immediately almost .·“ do you think if i had somewhere better to be , i’d be here ?·“· because if he did , being in a place full of clothes from upscale designers is not his idea of where he’d spend hiis time .·“ of course you can’t , you don’t have an imagination to really do that , considering other people have to dress you up for people to turn their heads .·“ he commented back , brows furrowed and staring back at her .·
cris loves to cook . that was just #fact ( if u knew him ) , but baking ? it definitely wasn’t one of his strong suits . it’s funny because usually the complaint is the other way around if you were to ask him . he was the type to eat cake rather than bake it . but in this case it was a pie , and he didn’t even know where to start , just that he thinks he has all the ingredients . his eyes scan everything on the table , but then he giving a puzzled look , especially at allie . “ how about we scrap this and get apple pies from mcdonalds instead ? “ he asks , hoping her answer would be a yes .
talk about AWKWARD . cris didn’t expect to see anyone he actually knew from LA in NYC . they’re literally on two different ends of the country . more specifically , he didn’t want to see anyone he knew from LA . it’s a whole different life there . different people , and blair definitely fit into the mould of people he didn’t want to see - - - with their , are they / aren’t they thing , and then being publicly turned down without even getting the chance to say anything . cris’s ego was a little ( a lot ) damaged by it . he took a breath as he saw her approaching him , knowing it was too late to turn on his heels and run the other way . fuck . “ oh hey . “ he says , awkwardly waving - - ‘that was stupid’ he says to himself mentally , the same hand reaching to scratch the back of his head because that definitely wasn’t as smooth as he thought it’d be .
“ what’s that … uh … . “ cris was lost when he was thinking of the image of the thing he was trying to explain to mari , but instead he came up with blanks . both english and spanish clashing in his mind , he wasn’t sure which one was right . “ i completely forgot what it’s called and the point of even saying it . “ he admits with the lopsided - slightly defeated grin he flashes over to his cousin when he takes a seat on her couch . “ and im starving , so could we order food ? “
cris was just scrolling through his phone , finding himself distrracted by the many apps within it . all he had to do was stand there as he waited to pick up the clothes his manager sent him out to get - - - as if they couldn’t pay someone to do it . that there was a selfish thought , one that cause him to groan . the last thing he wanted was to feel entitled and spoiled . speaking of which , when he caught sight of emilia , his eyes rolled , knowing the two had a weird history . “ didn’t have anywhere better to be . “ it wasn’t a question , but more of a statement .
“ one had to die so the other could live “ DFJGHDKGHDFJHFKGJH idk where i got that from but RELEVANT , sorta … ANYWAYS , hello , it me , everyone’s favorite demon 😇 bringing you a second muse that i hope will stay WELP . I know froy has a lack of resources , so for a couple of more days ky’s gonna be MIA, hence the coma , so i can get cris settled and make some gifs :] fun fact tho : my grandma’s last name is gutierrez 🥺
chicago’s very own cristian cardenas has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 2020 Maserati Ghibli view 9 trims , welcome ! your resemblance to froy gutierrez is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty second birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re indecisive , but being sincere might help you . i think being a Leo explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be grass stains, summer nights and blank pages of a notebook .
ANNDDDDD , idk , read under the cut for more , but like this and imma get plotting with everyone . 😈
“ one had to die so the other could live “ DFJGHDKGHDFJHFKGJH idk where i got that from but RELEVANT , sorta . . . ANYWAYS , hello , it me , everyone’s favorite demon 😇 bringing you a second muse that i hope will stay WELP . I know froy has a lack of resources , so for a couple of more days ky’s gonna be MIA, hence the coma , so i can get cris settled and make some gifs :] fun fact tho : my grandma’s last name is gutierrez 🥺
chicago’s very own cristian cardenas has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 2020 Maserati Ghibli view 9 trims , welcome ! your resemblance to froy gutierrez is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty second birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re indecisive , but being sincere might help you . i think being a Leo explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be grass stains, summer nights and blank pages of a notebook .
ANNDDDDD , idk , read under the cut for more , but like this and imma get plotting with everyone . 😈
Full Name: criatian javier cardenas-castillo
Nickname(s): cris, c , cj ,
Age: 22
Height: 6ft
Date of Birth: July 25th 1997
Zodiac sign: leo
Ethnicity: mexican
Nationality: mexican/colombian/american
Gender: cismale
Pronouns: he/him
Tattoos: none
Language(s) Spoken: english + spanish
BIO
first of all , cristian was born in mexico , to two parents who were high school sweethearts and had him way too young ( his dad was 18 and his mom was 16 ) , but luckily enough his dad’s family ran a few popular pharmacies in Mexico City, so they were well off . cristian had a normal enough childhood , his parents were both pharmacists . his paternal grandparents paying for their education and livelihood . so it all worked out .
when cristian turned 8 , both his parents noticed he had a natural skill for soccer . which is funny because that came from his maternal side and they never bothered to introduce him to the sport . it was just something cris played on the streets with his friends.
immediately after that realization , his parents got him into the best training programs , camps , teams , etc - - - even sending him off to colombia to play in their leagues . therefore cristian bounced between mexico and colombia until he was 16 .
cris played soccer at an international level, being the nephew of alejandro castillo definitely opened many doors for him , especially when cristian got invited to play for american leagues .
from mexico to colombia , to finally landing in the united states , cristian played in minor leagues in chicago and LA . at 18 he started playing for Chicago Fire FC , just for a couple of years until having to move to LA to be closer to his paternal grandmother . she was living on her own and wanted family closer , and cris honestly missed just being normal a little bit so he ran for that opportunity , playing for LA Galaxy .
Up until recently , cristian actually resided in LA , living with his grandmother , going to practices and living a pretty simple life since he never saw himself as famous . he has famous family , and he left the spotlight to them , and they all knew he liked his privacy.
truth be told , cristian doesn’t like playing soccer , but he’s a talented midfielder , so much that he’s usually given captain . for some reason he’s really good at handling a team of people , which is funny because he’s pretty quiet until you say a word to him.
the only reason he continues to play the sport is because it’s something his parents are proud of, the only time they will really give him any attention for. his parents are . . . not so great . they worked all the time , and care more about earning any sort of income rather than spend actual time with their kid , and cris . . . is the only child . he’s their only child yet they jumped at the chance to ship him off everywhere .
cris really only like the family he has in the states considering that’s the only sense of true family he has , but his parents are his parents . . . so he tries to appease them in any way possible . even if he hates what he does .
cristian would actually rather be off writing in the middle of nowhere as for a hobby . he’s got a lot of little notebooks filled with short stories and poems . bc behind this little shit act he pulls , he’s actually pretty soft .
if he had to choose what he could do for the rest of his life , it’d be to put together a recipe book because this man surprisingly loves to cook ??? he picked it up easily snd quickly when living with his grandmother . at this point he’s put together a whole recipe book and his insta is literally soccer/food porn , it’s funny DKJGHJDK
because kylie got into an accident , cris ended up moving away from LA to NYC , even switching teams in order to help out around with his family there . he’s currently playing for New York City FC , earning his spot on the team - - - not really aiming for captain but who knows. so he’s fresh meat to the scene unless meeting anyone prior in LA or Chicago .
PERSONALITY
cris didn’t grow up with a normal childhood when he started training . therefore he didn’t party that much . so he’s literally currently living his best life when moving to the states , he got a lot of freedom and just like his cousin , he’s pretty much the life of the party .
he’s that guy that gets drunk enough they will drunk sing the song with a bottle in hand . though he’s not much of a smoker , so with that he’s a little #boring . but then again he’s pretty stupid without the weed and alcohol .
cris is usually seen as the guy with a lot of girls for friends . . . but he’s probably hooked up with all of them too . he doesn’t really see labels , and doesn’t like labels on relationships . so . . . he hasn’t had a serious relationship , he’s indecisive af and flies away from stuff like that . his excuse is he has to focus on soccer over personal things like relationships .
he’s honest af ( it’s a family thing ok ) but he’s not an angry thing , cris is pretty chill , laid back and cheeky . making the dumb commentary no one thinks is funny , but he probably thinks is hilarious af .
he really likes working with the community and is currently putting together soccer programs for kids who wouldn’t normally be able to afford things like equipment and training . cris goes as far as coaching teams from community center . . . not for clout , because he genuinely likes it , even if he hates playing it , he likes to teach and likes giving back .
a big charity man , ok this man is just bABY .
you know , a big stupid baby that can party JKDFGHDKGJH
CONNECTIONS ?
gimme all the plots !!! just like this and im sure we can figure something out , or i can bc sometimes depending on the connectiion we cook up im all 😈😈😈😈
“‘You know what the problem is?’ he asked, ‘It’s not that I’m not enough, it’s that you’re empty. You’re just so goddamn empty and greedy that every single person on this fucking planet could love you and it wouldn’t be enough for you.’”
