#Joel Pimentel x Reader

[iwrotemyownending]

When You Least Expect It (A Joel Pimentel Romance) Part 2

Hello guys, here is the second part to my story. I hope you guys like it sorry if its boring, its gana get better I swear! Thanks so much, please comment. I would love to hear from you.

Paring: Joel Pimentel/ Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff/general info

Words: 1,637

Part 1

Kim (POV)

The lecture hall for my history class was still empty. There were a few people scattered here and there. I didn’t want to attract any attention to myself and knowing me I would probably make a fool of myself if I tried walking through the small rows to get a seat. So, I picked the closest one as soon as I entered the room. It was in the bottom row, there were a couple girls there further down the row talking to each other. They looked up and smiled when I took my seat.

Well that’s a good sign I though to myself. I smiled back and began to unpack my laptop and textbook from my bag.

Soon enough the hall began to fill up. I was concentrated on the textbook, when the door opened again, I saw 5 guys walking in. They captured everyone’s attention; they were laughing so loudly. They seemed oblivious to the world around them, caught up in their own little bubble. They looked so relaxed and happy. Each one of them was really handsome. They were all fit and tall. There was one guy that caught my eye. He was the last one to enter the classroom, he had curly dark hair and deep brown eyes. What got me though was his smile. His full lips curved up into the sweetest smile I had ever seen. Small dimples formed on the side of his cheeks, and his eyes were so bright and soft.

Wow he’s so handsome, Have I been staring? Omg Kimberly look away stop being so creepy. Oh great, he noticed, now he’s looking at me. There is that beautiful smile again, and this time its directed at me. Oh quick stupid smile back! My god what’s wrong with me! I don’t know what kind of smile I just gave him, but however my face looked it made him smile more at me. Are those butterflies in my stomach? He finally looked away from me as they passed those girls near me. Ok well that’s one way to be the creepy girl in class. They smiled and greeted each other so warmly, they must know each other.

The group of boys sat one row above me, the guy with the curly hair sat directly behind me. I don’t know why that made me so nervous and self-conscious. I didn’t even notice when the professor walked in and began talking. The class passed by so quickly, I was having a hard time concentrating, the group of boys kept whispering to each other, and I found myself more interested in that than in the class. The only thing I caught from the professor, was that we didn’t need to bring our textbooks to class. That would’ve been nice to know beforehand. Lugging around a bag full of textbooks wasn’t easy.

As soon as the professor dismissed the class, everyone made a bee line for the doors. I waited a little bit to let the crowd die down. When I finally stood up and gathered my things, I noticed the group of boys standing by the door comparing their class schedule. The 2 girls I had noticed before were already gone.

I stood there awkwardly, trying to decide if I should go out that door or turn around and go out the other door. Before I made up my mind, the handsome curly haired boy noticed me and moved aside for me to pass. Well I cant be a jerk and turn around now I smiled at him in thanks and walked toward the door. He caught me by surprise when he opened it for me. Wow a gentleman. I smiled and whispered “thank you” as I walked by. He smelled so good, and he was really tall. Those eyes look even better up close. What’s going on with me?

“you’re welcome” he whispered back. What a beautiful, sweet voice. I smiled at him one last time before I shyly looked away and headed out of the building.

I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I need to chill out. I’m here to study not to fall for handsome, tall, gentlemanly guys with sweet smiles and beautiful eyes. No, there is no time for that Kim keep your head in the game. I rushed to the nest building for my college algebra class, hopefully I could concentrate more in this class.

Joel (POV)

Wow she’s cute, I thought. As I opened the door and she walked by me. She smelled nice, and she had such a sweet smile. Her big brown eyes were so expressive, and I could see a cute pink tint on her cheeks as she looked down shyly.

“you’re welcome”, I told her. She smiled at me one last time before she rushed off. Her backpack seemed heavy. As I stared after her, I caught myself off guard. It’s the first time I see a girl and truly admire what I see. Since that day, I haven’t been able to look at a girl and truly see them. Dam Cindy sure did a number on me. That’s a first too, thinking her name not feeling like I’m dying inside. So, I guess it’s true what they say, time does seem to heal. Although some wounds are too big and what she did broke me, and I feel like I’ll never be the same.

Zabdiel brought me out of my thoughts as he rushed us all out of the room. This was the only class we had been able to get together the rest of the day we would be split off. We all walked in our own direction saying to meet up for lunch at noon. I waved at them and headed for my biology class. I kept thinking of that cute girl. I don’t know why she made such a big impression on me.

I need to be careful; I will never give another girl the power to hurt me again. Ya, she’s cute but so what. Noting will ever happen, I’m here to study.

---------------------------------Later that day-----------------------------

Kim (POV)

The rest of the day was uneventful, I didn’t see the curly haired boy anymore. Not like I wanted to or anything.

I was supposed to call my mom an hour ago, but the bus was so crowded and stuffy, people pushing and shoving by. It wasn’t the best time for a phone call, and now she was busy at work I would have to do it before going to bed tonight.

I was staying at a small room attached to the little cafe where I was working part time. Dona Maria, the owner had been kind enough to let me stay rent free as I helped her when I finished my classes. She was a sweet lady, who knew how to make a mean Tres leches cake it was our most popular for a reason. I quickly changed into more comfy shoes, put my apron on, washed my hands and walking to the kitchen.

“hola como le a ido dona”? I asked her (how has it been going).

“bien mija, very busy this morning grasias a Dios”. She answered as she poured some coffee.

“A ti, ¿cómo te fue?”, she asked. (How did it go for you).

“bien Tambien, it’s gana be a busy semester for sure, but I can’t complain”, I said as I placed more pastries in the display case.

“Make any friends yet?” she was wiping away the countertop, we had fallen into a routine already after 2 weeks of working with her.

“No not yet”, I chuckled. “But soon I hope”.

“I’m sure you will linda”, she was always so sweet. As some new customers walked in I rushed off to take their order. 4 hours of work, and then I would be able to go back to my room and get started on my homework. It was going to be a very busy semester for sure.

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Joel (POV)

“Mom I’m home”. Zabdiel, Richard, Chris and Erick all came in behind me. As soon as I walked in the door a delicious smell hit my nose. She was making enchiladas verdes, my favorite!

”como les fue chicos?”, my mm came in with her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her zebra print apron on.

“Bien mami, we got some good classes”. Each of the guys gave her a hug, Chris picked her up and spined her around.

“Your cooking is the best mom”, he placed her back on her feet, she was already in a fit of laughter by the time he let her go. All the guys called her mom, it was weird at first, but now I was so used to it. She’s been a mom to all of them and its nice to see they love and appreciate her as such.

All the guys rushed into the kitchen already serving themselves I could tell. I gave my mom a hug too and kissed her cheek.

“Como te fue hoy ma?” (How was your day today) I asked her, “do you like your new work schedule?”

“Si mijo, its so much better, Como te fue a ti?” (How did it go for you).

“bien Tambien, its going to be a busy semester”, we walked to the kitchen together.

“I’m glad mijo, now come on and eat before these boys finish everything”, she laughed as she walked ahead to serve me a plate. I took it from her and sat down, Chris was already stuffing his face before I had even tasted my food. I looked around and smiled, moments like these were what kept me going. This was my small family and I loved it.

[marvelouslimelight]

i love music parallels

[anninhiliation]

Joel eating you out concept:

"Fuck you're so wet bebesita"

His scruff tickling your thighs

His rings creating a hot/cold contrast

His soft lips pressing kisses on your inner thighs

Groaning at your whimpers and moans

Having your hand tugging on his curls and him not even caring that you're going to mess them up

His scruff scratching your inner thighs as your legs shut around him

Scruff hitting your clit as hes toying with your folds and around your clit

His ice cold metal rings stretching your warm tight little hole

Lots of praising like

"Good girl baby"

"Such pretty noises baby"

Taking his time to find the right spot, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible

But when he does find it or pay attention to it, you're screaming

And he just massages it

And you're fluttering around him

And when you do cum, he praises you on how well you taste

And honestly your cum is better then burts bee's in his opinion

😇

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

Night Changes // Joel Pimentel

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @virgatto​‘s 850 writing challenge, inspired by “Night Changes” by One Direction. Congratulations on so many followers, baby. <3 I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.    -m.n.

Word Count: 2k+

***

Dear (Y/N),

I know this is out of the blue, but I was invited to a Hollywood party Friday night and I wondered if you’d want to go with me. I’m back in town for a week between tours, and it’s been such a long time since we’ve seen each other.

We’re only getting older, (Y/N), and I’ve been thinking about you lately. We used to pretend we were movie stars when we were little, so I thought it would be fun to live out our childhood dream together.

Just let me know, and I’ll pick you up.

Xoxo, your Joel.

***

Your eyes trace his neat, handwritten words for the hundredth time. “Your Joel,” you whisper as you read. That should steady your pounding heartbeats, so why does it punctuate them?

You pace your kitchen, high heels clicking with every step, as you listen for the low rumble of his car in the driveway. This will be the first time you see him in three years.

Knock, knock, knock. That must be him.

Why do your feet feel like lead as they carry you to the door? You take a deep breath, turn the handle, and -

He's strikingly handsome. His black curls are longer than you’d ever seen them, and his shoulders are broad and strong. But the gleam in his eyes tells you he’s still your Joel.

“(Y/N)?” he says, smiling.

“Joel!” you say as he pulls you into a hug. “You’re so tall!”

“And you’re so beautiful.” The sound of this voice is like a long-forgotten lullaby. “But you’ve always been beautiful.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you laugh, lightly slapping his arm. “You’ve seen every awkward phase of my childhood.”

“It’s not a lie,” he insists. “You were always beautiful because you were my best friend, and you made me happier than anyone else.”

His brown eyes are as gentle and sweet as ever, and they pull you in like an old story you could get lost in forever.

“Really?” you ask.

“Really.”

***

It's a starry night as he drives you toward the city. The moon is breaking through his hair and illuminating his beautiful, confident face. He's not a boy anymore.

Why does that give you butterflies?

Your hand brushes his when you both reach for the radio volume and it feels like an electric shock in your heart. He smiles over at you and it dims the stars. You feel like you're falling…

“Are you nervous?” he asks when he pulls up to the valet of the party.

You nod, surprised that he still reads your emotions well enough to tell.

“I promise I won’t leave your side if you don’t want me to. I’ll be right here.” He takes your hand in his and kisses it as gently as if it were made of glass.

Cameras flash when you step out of the car, but Joel puts his arm around you and pulls you close to him, so you hardly notice them at all.

There’s a lavish chandelier hanging in the entrance hall of the party and expensive art on the walls. Women dressed like goddesses sip bubbly champagne, and you feel uncertain looking down at the little red dress you wore to homecoming.

“Will you dance with me?” Joel asks when you reached the dance floor. His hand is extended to you and a familiar smile plays on his lips.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you laugh, taking his hand and forgetting every insecurity. 

He spins you into his chest and you sway to the old-fashioned jazz music playing. You could feel how muscular he's become in your time apart. You used to be able to put one arm around his whole waist, but now his strong body encompasses yours as he holds you.

“You’ll never know how much I’ve missed you,” he says after a minute. “Seeing you here is like a breath of fresh air.”

“I’ve missed you, too, mi cabellito azul,” you say slyly.

A soft smile pervades his face, but you can sense some sadness in it. He just kisses the top of your head and spins you around again.

***

The night passes like a golden dream for an hour or so. But while you stand at the window overlooking the city lights, a young actress appears at Joel’s side.

“Joeyyy…” she sighs, pulling his arm around her like an accessory. “I’m glad you’re here, honey.” And she kisses his cheek, missing his lips by a centimeter.

“It’s good to see you, love,” he says, a faint blush blossoming from the spot where she kissed him. “This is (Y/N) -”

“Joel Pimentel!” a short man interrupts, appearing from nowhere. “I thought you might be here. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

He takes Joel by the arm and starts to drag him away, but Joel fights against him long enough to say, “Do you need me to stay with you, (Y/N)?”

“No, go ahead, Joel,” you say. And he's gone.

“Joel’s a sweet boy,” says the actress, smiling down at you. “And so handsome.”

“He really is,” you admit. “How did you meet him?”

“A music video” she says. “They wanted someone for the kiss-”

“The kiss?”

“Yes, because it was his very first kiss ever. So it was really special,” she says.

You feel so stupid. Of course Joel’s first kiss would be gone by now. He's a grown man. But somehow, it breaks your heart to look into the eyes of the woman who shared that moment with him, and you blush in spite of yourself.

“I’m sorry, I have to go, um, find Joel,” you say, walking away before she can say anything else.

The glow and laughter of the party around you makes you want to cry. Everyone else seems to be part of a world you can’t enter. 

Joel isn’t yours anymore, and you finally realize that. It feels like everything that you’d ever dreamed of disappearing when you wake up. His glances, his voice, his smile - all the things that you knew by heart - have slipped away from you with time.

Your eyes brim with hot tears as you lean against a wall in an empty corner of the room, playing back all the memories you shared: building pillow forts in the living room, going to the movies in the summer, drinking lemonade on his front porch. That time is gone forever now.

“(Y/N), are you hurt?” Joel runs over to you when he spots you, his eyes piercing you with concern.

“No,” you cry softly. “It’s just I - I miss you with my whole heart.”

“I’m here now, mi amor,” he says, pulling you into his chest and twirling your hair in his fingers. “I’m sorry I left you for a while; it won’t happen again.”

“No, Joel, I mean I miss spending everyday with you,” you say. “I wish we could go back and be kids again. I would appreciate it so much more this time.”

He looks down at you, and in his eyes carry the same heartbreak that you feel.

“I want to take you somewhere,” he whispers. “Race me to the car?”

“Joel, you’re crazy,” you say, a smile breaking onto your face nonetheless. “We can’t race to the car.”

“Who says?” he asks. “I bet I’ll finally be able to win.”

“Only because I’m wearing high heels!” you laugh, wiping your tears away.

“Three.”

“No, Joel, really.”

“Two.”

“Joel, this is a nice place! This isn’t the backyard!”

“One.”

All the colors of the party blur as you dash to the door. Joel sprints ahead of you, winning by a long shot. You run with everything you have, but in a short dress and heels it's hard.

He reaches the door and stops to wait for you, a triumphant smile on his face. You’re so close… one step, two steps…

Your ankle twists and you fall hard on the floor.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), are you all right?” He's at your side in a second.

You erupt with laughter.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in years,” you say. “I’m not hurt at all.” After his initial shock dies away, Joel laughs too.

“I won, you know,” he says, scooping you into his arms and standing up. You hold onto his shoulders as he carries you out the front door bridal style.

You're met with cool night air and camera flashes. You and Joel exchange glances and giggle all over again, wondering what story the journalists would come up with for him carrying you out of a fancy Hollywood party. He just holds you tight and carries you to his car as if you're the only thing in his world.

When he sets you down in the passenger seat of his car, his arms linger around you for a deep hug.

“There were so many times I wished I could do this but couldn’t,” he says as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re always going to be my best friend, even if we never see each other again. You’re stuck with me.”

“I’m stuck with you gladly,” you say as you breathed him in deeply, his French cologne mixing with the night air.

“So, are you ready to take an adventure?” he asks. The familiar gleam is back in his eyes, and you laugh lightheartedly at the sight of it and nod. “Then let’s go!”

Joel drives faster than you ever thought he would. Palm trees whiz past you at lightning speed and your hair dances wildly in the breeze. He turns on the radio and they're playing your favorite song from 2012, so the two of you sing your hearts out.

It feels like you have your Joel back; truly, completely have him back. Your heart is airy and light.

He drives down to the coastline and stops at a sandy beach.

“We’re here!” he says.

“I’ll race you to the tide,” you say, kicking off your heels.

“Three, two, one, go!” 

You jump out of the car and run as fast as you can to the water. The night seems like magic. He still beats you, but you don’t care at all. The cool saltwater laps at your feet and the gleaming city lights shine behind you.

But best of all, your Joel is there. The moon lights up his olive skin so that he seems angelic, and his black curls dance in the ocean breeze.

He's so pretty standing there that you just have to splash him with some ocean water. And so of course he splashes you back. The next thing you know, he's chasing you down the beach while you laugh like little kids.

When he catches you, he picks you up and spins you around, and he’s become so strong that he lifts you like you're a feather.

“Mi amor?” he says as he set you back down, your feet dipped in the water.

“Yes?”

His eyes are brimming with love, and he says, “I feel like whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.”

You sigh and put your head on his shoulder, looking out over the ocean. But to your dismay the moon begins to set on the westward sea. You feel your heart sink. The night's almost over, and Joel will be going away to finish his tour. You start to sniffle.

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asks at once.

“Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?” you ask. “I might not see you again for another year.”

“I wish I could make you a promise and say that wasn’t true,” he says, holding you close. “But there’s nothing to be afraid of. Even when the night changes, it will never change me and you.”

He leans down and kisses you, gently at first, and then passionately. And it’s so much more than a Hollywood kiss, it’s two beating hearts with the ocean at their feet and the stars in their eyes.

[chellybear98]

Request: I was wondering if it could be one where the reader and joel are friends (she likes him) but he changes and she doesn't like this new personality but in the end they make up and confess feelings? I hope that made sense

It most definitely made sense babe 🥰 I hope you like it ❤️

Not my best work but I tried 🤷‍♀️

You really had no idea how you ended up on your couch, on a Saturday night, alone. Usually Joel would come over and you guys would hang out, but it seems like that’s been happening less and less. You and Joel have been best friends since you were both in diapers. You were both inseparable from day one. You’ve been with him through everything. You were even his number one fan during the la Banda days. You were so proud of him when he became one of the members of CNCO. You also became really good friends with the other boys since then.

Lately though, you’ve realized that you and Joel aren’t as close as you guys used to be. He’s been hanging out with you less. The only time you guys really ever hang out is when one of the other boys invite you to hang out with them. He hardly ever texts or calls. You understood that he’s busy most of the time but if the other boys could find time to talk to you why couldn’t he? It really hurt you too because for as long as you could remember you’ve had feelings for him. He obviously never reciprocated those feelings because if he did he wouldn’t have been blowing you off like this.

You were just sulking on your couch when your doorbell rang. In excitement thinking that it was Joel, you jumped off the couch and ran to the door. To your dismay, it was just Richard.

“Well don’t look so happy to see me shawty!” Richard said with a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Sorry Rich. I was just hoping that Joel was at the door.” You said with a slight pout on your face. Richard immediately pulled you into a hug. He knew about the feelings you harbored for Joel. Other than Joel, he was the one you were closest to. He pulled away from the hug and walked you to the couch.

“Did I do something wrong that made him want to distance himself from me?” You asked, thinking that it was your fault that you were losing your best friend.

“No. No, of course not. There is absolutely nothing that you could possibly do to make him want to not be there for you anymore.” Richard responded. He really hated seeing you so upset. You were like a little sister to him.

“So what is it then? Why is he distancing himself? I feel like ever since he grew his beard out he became more cocky and rude. Like I understand it gave him a new sense of confidence that he never really felt before but I mean there is a very thin line between being cocky and being confident. And why does that even give him the right to stop talking to me? Does he feel like because he has a beard now he doesn’t need his best friend anymore? And to top this whole insane situation off, I’m still madly in love with him.” You were so into your little rant that you didn’t hear your front door open. Joel had walked in and he had heard everything you said. Did he really not notice that he was distancing himself from you? Was he really that bad of a best friend? And did he hear you correctly? You were in love with him?

Richard was the person to notice Joel’s presence but didn’t say anything.

“Look Y/N, you know Joel, he’s oblivious to almost everything around him. I feel like you need to talk to him about this and figure out what it is you both really want.” Richard said while getting up to leave.

“You’re probably right. I should call him and ask him to come over so we can talk.” You responded only to be startled by Joel’s voice coming from behind you.

“You don’t need to call me, I’m already right here.”

“Joel. What are you doing here?” You asked with a look of pure shock on your face.

“Well imma head out. Text me later?” Richard asked while walking backwards to your door. You responded with a simple “yea” and then he left. Your remained seated on the couch still shell shocked that Joel had heard what you just said. Joel then walked toward you on the couch, not sitting on the couch but instead, kneeling in front of you while caressing your hands in his.

“Y/N I had no idea you felt that way. I swear if I knew I was making you feel neglected I would have tried to fix it sooner. I never meant to distance myself from you. If I’m being honest, I really started distancing myself from you when I realized how bad my feelings for you were getting. I would wake up every morning thinking about you and I would go to sleep every night with you on my mind. I though that you would never feel the same, that you could never love someone like me. But I realize now that I was stupid to think that. You have always been there for me and I haven’t been there for you recently. But please, give me a chance. Let me make it up to you? Let me take you on a date and let me show you how much you mean to me.” Joel poured his heart and soul into that speech and he was hoping that you would forgive him for being a terrible best friend.

“I would love to go on a date with you Joel.” You said with a smile. Joel instantly smiled back and then grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m never letting you go Y/N.”

Taglist: @ericks-mala-actitud @cnco-much @apla-o-eaytos-mou (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist hmu)

[elliesshitofablog]

all i can say is don’t judge me🤷🏽‍♀️

[multifandom-mixtapes]

I’M WORKING ON REQUESTS BUT CAN WE JUST TAKE A SECOND TO CRY TOGETHER CAUSE???? WHO GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO DO THIS TO US????

[isthatanascot]

What non sexual thing turns them on.

Christopher:

That moment when you rub your body lotion all over your legs after a shower. He just loves to stare at your hands running over your uncovered legs & trying to imagine it’s him touching your skin.

Zabdiel:

He for some reason becomes hypnotized right when you caress his arm or any part of his body with your nails. He can barely maintain a straight face when you do it unintentionally.

Joel:

Oh this poor baby finds everything sexy about you, but the thing that turns him on the most is when you do your hair up in a ponytail. Why? Because it instantly reminds him when you do it right before a blowjob.

Richard:

He is pretty good at hiding it, & he will obviously deny it, but he goes crazy when you are trying to choose for an outfit to wear for the club or a party, because he can only think about ripping it off when you both come back home.

Erick:

NOT YET LADIES. I feel like writing about this of him is still wrong for now lol

Might edit this post in a few days to add him shh

[cncoluvbot]

new cnco writing blog

hi, all! welcome to cncoluvbot — a new cnco writing blog! feel free to send in any and all requests pertaining to the guys. i accept all ideas from smut to fluff and everything in between, so be as creative as you’d like (and maybe send in some au requests). even if it’s just something small like “how do you think the boys would be in xyz situation” i would be happy to oblige (:

[iwrotemyownending]

When You Least Expect it (Joel Pimentel Romance)

Hello guys! I'm so happy and excited to share this story with you guys. I’ve working on it for a little bit and finally decided to share it. I’m not the best writer sorry, I hope you guys bear with me. Its not going to be a too long story a few chapters at least we’ll see how it goes. Please guys let me know what you think, give me suggestions too i want to become a better writer. 😊❤️

Paring: Joel Pimentel/Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff/Romance for the most part

Part 1

Chapter 1

Joel (POV)

“You almost done dude; we’ve been waiting for you for almost half hour. Were gana be late man”, Chris said into the speaker of the phone. I could hear Erick and Richard bickering in the background. I rolled my eyes; I can just picture them arguing about who would pick the music. I laughed at Chris, “yeah man I am going down the stairs now”.

I hung up the phone and dashed into the kitchen to grab my stuff. My mom’s neat handwriting on the small whiteboard on the fridge telling me to have a good day and to be home for dinner tonight. With her new work schedule, I didn’t have much time to spend with her in the morning but she was home earlier in the evenings so we could always have a nice warm meal together. She worked so hard for us, and I loved her for that.

I locked up behind me and jumped into Chris’ lime green jeep. “Finally, man, I thought we were gana grown old here waiting”, said Zabdi punching my shoulder jokingly. I laughed and pushed him back, “don’t be so dramatic man”. Erick was laughing behind me, “you guys know Joel is worse than a girl when it comes to his hair”. He ruffled my hair as he spoke, “hey guey, stop”, I said slapping his hand away. Chris couldn’t stop laughing, it’s the same thing every morning with these locos.

We drove to the university together, just like we had to high school. Richard, Chris, Erick and Zabdiel were my best friends, they had been since we met in elementary school so many years ago. They had become like my brothers, always there through the good and the bad times. Although it seemed like recently are there were with me were bad times. I can’t remember the last time I felt truly happy and like everything was good in my life.

I hadn’t noticed we were already parked, until Chris tapped my shoulder, “hey man we lost you again, come back to earth loco we’re here”. I looked up and smiled at him, I could hear the concern in his words, and I could see it in his eyes. Even though he didn’t say anything, he knew where my thoughts were at.

We all climbed out of this car and walked toward the entrance. Its so hard to believe how much things change in just a few short months, last time we were here it was for freshman orientation, and I was walking into the building with my arm wrapped around the person I loved the most and whom I thought loved me. Man, I was so wrong, how could I be so blind. Zabdiel came up next to me and smiled, he always seemed to know what I was thinking about. “Don’t worry man, we”re gana have a kick ass freshman year. You got all your brothers with you, and we got your back”. He gave me a pat on the back as he spoke, and everyone else fallowed his gesture. “I know guys and means a lot. I know I wasn’t the best company this summer or the last year or so, but I’m glad to be here with you guys”. I was never much for sentiment, but these were my brothers and they had to know how they meant to me. “Ok well that enough of this sentimental stuff man, let’s get this school year started. We are in college guys, were gana have so much fun”, exclaimed Richard. Like little kids He and Chris raced off ahead. The rest of us laughed and took off after them.

A kick ass year, huh? Man, I hoped so, I was so tired of all the crap going on in my life. As we split off into our classes I couldn’t help but wonder what this new chapter in my life would bring, but for some reason I felt…hopeful. Like something good was finally coming my way.

 (Y/N) (POV)

I sighed and looked at the time for like the 100th time this morning. I was so gana be late for my first day of classes at my new university. Having to ride the city bus to the campus had not been my brightest idea, but it was the cheapest way. With the move and tuition and everything, mom and I had not been left with a lot of resources. I was so lucky to get into this university and mom was already making so many sacrifices for my education that I didn’t want to let her down. I was so excited to start this new adventure, but I also felt so lonely I left my best friends, my mom and everything else I knew so far away. I was nervous to start from scratch.

Finally, the bus stopped across the street from the entrance to campus, I grabbed all my things and rushed off. The hustle and bustle of the city was something totally new to me, but I was sure I’d get used to it quick. I raced across the street, when the walk sign lit up. There we a lot of young adults trying to find their way around campus, lucky I made sure to memorize the route to my classes on orientation day a couple weeks ago. I had been one of the last few students to get admitted for the year, so everything was still fresh in my memory.

“Excuse me”, I said as I weaved through the crowds of the building where my first class of the day was. As I neared the door to the classroom, I hoped and prayed for a good school year. I wanted to make my mom proud and hopefully make some good friends soon.

Well here goes nothing I though as I opened the door and walked in.

[richardscamacho]

let me.

“don’t worry, princess,” joel murmured softly into the skin of your navel before placing a tender kiss to the surface. idle hands massaged supple flesh, rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of either thigh. he wanted you to feel comfortable with him during your first time together, so much that he was really taking his time. deep brown eyes shot up at your for a moment as he added, “i’m gonna make sure you’re nice and ready for me, okay?”

you nodded quietly, fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation.

a little groan left your lips as his own left a trail of kisses down to your core. though you’d mentioned to him once before that you wanted your first time together to be intimate and special, you weren’t aware that this would be accompanied by such a slow pace. it was getting to be so much, you were almost unable to take it. almost.

“please,” you begged as slender fingers gently pushed past your slick folds.

“hm?” the brunette hummed in response. he then proceeded to place a wet kiss atop your sensitive clit, eliciting a slight gasp from you. you could practically feel his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how tight your grip was; it looked as though you were about to pull the sheets from the mattress entirely. “oh, i see... my baby’s needy. is that it, baby?”

[anninhiliation]

Dark Side Part 2

A/N: Requested by @theweirdsideofstuff Thank you for your patience! I do see everyone's asks requesting for things, I promise I am not ignoring them. It just takes me a while to write these out because its hot girl semester, and I have a job and other responsibilities. Even though I do spend most of my work hours writing these and almost got caught one-time oopsies. (I do not own the GIF)

Part 1

Masterlist Requests close November 10

Warnings: 18+ its smut and im nasty why do I need to keep warning you?

You sighed out as you turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up a bit. Your legs were still shaking and your body was aching from Joel's denial. You quickly cleaned yourself from Joel’s mess and turned the water off. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping your body in just a bath towel and performed your nightly routine trying to distract yourself from your body’s screams begging to be taken care of. As you stepped into your shared bedroom you noticed Joel was already fast asleep. Sighing you cleaned up the room placing everything where it belongs, hung your towel and got into bed. Cautiously you neared Joel, hoping he would turn over and let you sleep in his arms like you always do.“You sleep on your side tonight,” Joel mumbled as he felt your warm breath hit his back.

“You sleep on your side tonight,” Joel mumbled as he felt your warm breath hit his back.

“Okay sorry” You faintly mumbled as you moved over. 

You spent the rest of the night tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position. It almost felt as if you were sharing a bed with a stranger and not your boyfriend. After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity your eyelids grew heavy, your body finally had drifted off the sleep. You woke up to Joel's warm body pressed against you and his lips planting kisses all over your bare skin. You tangled your hands in his messy curls. This was the Joel you knew, he was softer and more gentle.

“Morning mi amor” Joel whispered in your ear with his deep raspy morning voice

“Morning baby” You moaned out as Joel licked the shell of your ear and squeezed your breast

Joel's lips danced around your sweet spot, igniting waves of heat straight to your core. 

“Are you a good girl?” He asked as his lips wrapped around your nipple

You arched your back and nodded. 

“Are you a good girl?” He asked again as he stopped touching you, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. 

“Yes” You cried out as your hips bucked towards him begging for his attention

“Are you going to answer me when I talk to you?” Joel asked as his lips enfolded around your other nipple. 

“Yes,” you moaned out as you felt his warm lips press themselves on the valley of your breasts. 

Your hands grasped his dark curls as he made his way hovered over where you needed him. He kitten licked your soaked slit, groaning as your juices danced around his taste buds. He drew diamonds on your nerve endings and you tugged on his locks, shaking your thighs around his head. You let out a whimper when he pulled away just to run his length through your slit. 

“I want you to cum around me, baby.” Joel huffed as he slowly inserted his tip inside your entrance. 

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him. Once you adjusted to him you bucked your hips again. He kissed your neck sending more waves of pleasure around your body. 

“Faster please” You begged as your hands sprung to the bedsheets. 

“Gladly” he grunted as he went harder smacking your g-spot

A knot formed in your stomach as your knuckles turned white against the sheets. Your walls began to close in around Joel earning another grunt from his soft lips. 

“I'm close” you whimpered afraid he would pull away again

“Me too baby” he groaned as his thrusts started to become sloppy

You moved your hands and slithered them around his biceps 

“Please let me cum” You cried out as you felt the edge coming closer

“Cum baby” Joel growled as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and nipped your skin.

You released, rolling your eyes to the back of your head and scratched down his biceps. Once you came down from your high you wiggled around grabbing his length and massaged it. You encircled your mouth around his member and bobbed. His warm salty juices sprang out of his body and hit the back of your throat. Smiling, you continued to massage him until it was only drops. 

“Taste yourself” You whispered in a smile as you planted your lips on his

“You taste better.” He smirked

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A/N:  (In case you’re wondering where your request stands (I organized it); Nasty Richard, vanilla/soft Joel, rough Erick ((Sinners my son is a baby)) Richard & Yashua 3 way, preferences, richard/hoel (not together), zabdi, preferences, preferences, Richard, Chris (Hi bby), Joel, Chris (I love my man sm), ? (That means no boy was requested but something was requested and I have not picked the boy yet), Richard, Christopher fuckin Velez ((my motha fuckin THICC DICC)) & Chris again guys stop attacking me we all know my thirst for Chris is always there)

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

CNCO As Songwriters

Since the boys have been writing so much of their own music (I’m so proud of them!), I had the idea to write five little stories about them as songwriters. I hope you enjoy it, my loves! <3    -m.n.

~JOEL~

You were out to eat lunch with a group of friends one sunny summer afternoon. Everyone was talking and laughing, except for one person: Joel. He was suspiciously solemn, hardly touching his food and keeping his dark eyes downcast. You saw that his hand was resting on the table beside you, so you put yours over it and asked, “You okay?”

When he looked up at you he gave you a faint smile. “Yes,” he said. “I’m all right.”

His mind seemed far away in space, but you didn’t want to push him in front of all your other friends, so you let the matter drop. But the truth was, Joel was not exactly all right. Slowly but surely, he was realizing how much he loved you. Sitting next to you with the sun in your hair and charm in your smile made his heart flutter, and he knew that he would have to tell you how he felt eventually.

The next night you were laying in your room when you got a text from Joel. “I’m outside. Can you come down?” You peeked out your window and there were headlights in your driveway. Your heart skipped a beat - Joel was down there waiting for you. You quickly texted back “yes” and went out to meet him.

You hopped in the passenger side of his car and he smiled at you. “I’m sorry if you were going to sleep soon, but can I take you to show you something?” he asked.

“Yes, let’s go!” you said, thrilled by this prospect of adventure.

He laughed a little at your enthusiasm and pulled out of the driveway. For about half an hour as he drove you two sang along to the radio, laughing and joking together, until finally he said, “We’re here.”

You were at the top of a tall grassy hill that overlooked the city so that it seemed like the stars above you were mirrored by the city lights below.

“Oh, Joel, it’s beautiful here,” you sighed.

“I thought you might like it,” he said, smiling. He pulled a big blanket out of his back seat and spread it over you both. “But that’s not what I wanted to show you.”

“Well then, what is?” you laughed.

He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and started blushing a little. “Well, I stayed up all night last night writing this song,” he said. “I wanted you to hear it.”

And he began to sing, a cappella. It melted your heart. The song was a love song and you could tell he worked hard on it. Every syllable was styled to perfection, and his lyrical images were beautiful. He was comparing some girl to the stars, and Shakespeare himself couldn’t have topped it. It made you want to cry.

“Joel, that was incredible,” you said when he finished.

His dark eyes looked into yours and he said softly, “Well, it’s about you.”

“Really?” your voice shook. He nodded, and you leaned into his embrace.

“I don’t know if you can tell,” he said, “but I love you.”

“I love you too, Joel.”

~RICHARD~

It was a horrible day. Everything that could have gone wrong, did, and you were emotionally exhausted. To cheer yourself up you tried taking a walk in the evening, but you ended up twisting your ankle and falling in a puddle. So after limping back home, soaking wet, you threw yourself on the couch and just cried your heart out.

“If only Richard were here,” you thought gloomily. “He would give me the biggest hug and tell me he loved me.” But your boyfriend Richard was on the other side of the world on a tour, and he wouldn’t be back for months. You missed him like crazy.

Just as you were thinking this, your phone rang. He was calling you.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Babe... are you crying?” he asked, his voice concerned.

You took a deep breath and commanded your voice to be strong. He shouldn’t have to worry about you. “No,” you said. “Not at all, how are you?”

“Shawty, I know you were just crying. What’s wrong, babe?”

So you told him everything about your day, right down to the puddle you fell in.

“I’m so sorry all that happened to you,” he said. “I wish I were there to hold you.”

“Richard, I miss you so much,” you said, tearing up again. “I feel like my heart’s on the other side of the world.”

“I know, I know,” he said, a little sadly. “I feel the same way.”

You talked for half an hour, and just hearing his voice was such a comfort to you. But eventually he had to go to an interview with the boys (it was morning where he was even though it was evening for you), and you were all alone again. You had trouble getting to sleep that night.

A week later, though, you got an email from Richard. Perplexed, you opened it and it read, “Put on one of my hoodies and listen to this, it will almost be like I’m giving you a hug <3” and there was an audio file attached. You pulled on the burgundy hoodie he left for you, the one that still smelled like him a little bit, and dug out your headphones.

The audio file was a recording of Richard singing, and you could tell right away that he’d written the song himself. With every verse he reassured you of his love for you and promised to always be there when you needed him, and in the chorus he sang your name in a beautiful riff.

You pulled the hoodie tighter around yourself and shed a tear or two. It really was like he was giving you a hug himself.

~ZABDIEL~

This was your second week dating Zabdiel, and life was blissful. The clouds seemed to be rosy all the time and the air itself smelled sweet like springtime. Almost every evening you sat outside with him in the grass while the sun set, casting golden hues on his handsome face as you leaned on his chest.

Tonight, though, he brought his guitar with him to sing to you. You sat across from him, mesmerized by the way his fingers strummed the guitar strings and captivated by the way he smiled down at you while he sang.

Once the first few stars were out, though, he sighed and put down his guitar, looking at the grass a little sadly.

“What’s wrong, Zab?” you asked, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I was just thinking…” he said, “I wrote a song for our new album, but I don’t know if it’s good enough.”

“You’re an amazing songwriter, babe. I’m sure it’s great,” you said. “Can I hear it?”

“All right,” he said, a little hesitantly. He struck up the first chords, and right from the start, your heart was pierced.

It was the sort of song that made you feel like you were in love and in Rome. The way the chorus rose and fell was almost painfully beautiful, and his voice carried so much passion. He sang that he felt like he could walk on air when he was with you, and his brown eyes were gazing into yours like you were his whole world. You were certain that the angels must sing this song in heaven.

When he finished you cried, “Zabdi! That was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard! Why wouldn’t you think it was good enough?”

“Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it as beautiful as you are.” Fighting back tears, you threw your arms around his neck.

“Oh, Zabdiel, that’s the sweetest thing in the world. The song is perfect,” you said.

“Well if you think so, mamita,” he said smiling, “then it must be true.”

~ERICK~

Erick wanted to tell you a million times that he loved you, but he never got the chance. You had a boyfriend who made you cry, and Erick was the loving friend who caught all of your tears. He was the shoulder you cried on. 

He tried to tell you he loved you without saying it; by buying you ice cream at one a.m., and calling in sick on a day he was supposed to go to an interview just to spend time with you, and walking you home because he knew you were scared of the dark. But you never noticed what his true feelings for you were.

So Erick wrote them down. He put all his love for you, all his agony, all his hope, into music. His lyrics were raw, like he was leaving his bleeding heart right there for anyone to see. He perfected it through many long nights between the comforting texts he sent you, but he never mentioned a word of it to you.

Once he finished writing it and the band had recorded it, the song blew up in popularity. People everywhere were enchanted by the chilling ballad of unrequited love, and it topped charts across all demographics. It was the sort of song girls fall asleep listening to, pretending that somebody loves them that much.

By the time it did come out, though, things had changed for you. Erick had sort of given up on you, tired after so long of trying to be your hero. The band was going to be away for a long time, and he felt like the best thing to do would be to break his own heart and let you go naturally. You didn’t really talk that often anymore.

You had finally broken up with your boyfriend, though, and you were enjoying your new freedom. But one day while you were driving home, Erick’s song came on the radio. You had to pull over and listen to it, because something about it pulled your heartstrings.

By the end of the song, you were sobbing. “If only someone loved me that much,” you thought. “I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone like that.”

If only you knew…

~CHRISTOPHER~

The lights gleamed all around you as Chris spun you around on the dance floor, laughing mirthfully over the loud music playing. You were at a party with a bunch of people and the atmosphere was lively and fun, so Christopher was having the time of his life. He was still laughing when he drove you back home a few hours later.

The next morning you were awoken to a phone call at five a.m.

“Hello?” you answered sleepily.

“Hi! So I’ve been up all night because I wanted to write a song and I think I’ve got the chorus but I wanted to call you because it’s dedicated to you and-”

“Woah, Chris, I just woke up,” you laughed. “I can’t think that fast. What’s going on?”

“Well, I enjoyed dancing with you last night and I wanted it to last forever, so I started writing a song that makes me think of you,” he said.

“That’s so sweet,” you said.

“Can I sing it for you now?” he asked, and you could hear his smile through the phone.

“Of course! I’d love to hear it!” you said.

He sang what he had of it and explained a lot of the ideas, and you could tell that it was going to be an upbeat dance song.

“It’s such a happy song,” you said, and by this point you were grinning ear to ear.

“That’s what I wanted!” he said. “Because that’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

About a year later, once the song was finally written, recorded, and put on their new album, you and Chris were at another party. He went over and talked to the DJ, and a few minutes later they were playing the song he wrote for you.

“Will you dance with me?” he asked, smiling.

“I’d love to,” you said, and he spun you around like the night he wrote it.

[bxoken-heartss]

Put a Little Love On Me: C.V Part 2

(Y/N): Your name

(Y/E/C): Your Eye Color

(Y/L/N): Your Last Name

' ' ': Switch of scenes

~ ~ ~ : Line by Line Lyrics scenario ending.

// //: Lyrics

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, drinking mentions etc etc

Pairings: Christopher Velez x Reader

Words: 5600 +

Part 1: HERE.

A/N: I know it’s been LIKE 7 years approximately since i typed down the first part. But, I’ve had online classes and crappy assignments..But! HERE IT IS! And once again...I’m SORRY! But I hope you ENJOY! :)

Honorable Mentions: @wwecncowhydontwetrash @calypsocnco​ @cnco-hoenesty​ @papichriscnco​ @richardscurls​ @h-bea92​ @zabdielmuch​

//We wrote and we wrote till there were no more words

We laughed and we cried until we saw our worsts//

Chris sat down in front of his desk in his room, his heart heavy and burdened, yet a weird sort of  emptiness filling his heart. He spoke nothing as he heard his heart slowly beating..each beat filled with an aura of pain at an in-rhythmically ugly pace.

He felt horrible...He just wanted to escape from this ugly unwanted reality..Writing music was his way of temporary escape from reality..a temporary refuge when things went downhill..

After a heavy workout and a hot relaxing shower, he sat down to write something onto his journal..

He carelessly opened the journal, flipping through the pages slowly as he reached a fresh new page, a fountain pen in his hand as he sat and thought about what he could write about to relieve or rather ease the stress and anxiety building up in him..

He wanted to write something..he really wanted to..but a wave of hopelessness washed over him as he had written a few "Love" related lyrics..

They sounded fake...forced..ingenuity lacing its lyrics..He tried again..but he just couldn't...for she was the only thing that bounced back into his mind..

She was the melody...the inspiration behind all his lyrics..but she wasn't his anymore..

The thought of her in between someone's arms..her new man kissing her..holding her close to him..

The thought of her being happier with someone else who wasn't him hurted him more than he could admit..but a part of him also happy now at least someone would treat her the way she deserved to be treated..

Christopher tried to clear his head..No! He didn't need her! He could obviously move on the way she did..She moved on..rather too quickly..at least that's what the media and all the tabloids said...

He began to write again but there were just no more words to write.. Just mere emptiness and silence fills the air..

The page was empty and dull just like his heart..

                                              ~ ~ ~

Y/N couldn't pinpoint on a single moment where she was the happiest with Chris..Every single moment gave her weird yet such long lasting memories.

"GUYS I'M BORED!" Y/N yells as she walks into the boys' studio

"Hi bored...I'm Erick! Nice to meet you! How are you doing today?" Erick asks beaming at her

"Ha ha ha! Very funny pretty eyes..." Y/N replies as she rolls her eyes and claps her hands sarcastically

"Oh come on! That was a good one! Right guys??" Erick asks as he hopefully looks at the boys

"I'm not going to respond to that." Richard comments as he lazily lays on the couch

"Are you done with recording for today?" Joel asks as he sits next to her slinging an arm around her missing the look of jealousy that had stayed hidden inside Christopher's brown orbs

"Yeah...Had a quick meet and greet and did a bit of recording! I'm done for the day! What about you guys?"

"Recording is still left...and we'll probably have a quick Twitter session or something..probably" Joel comments as he looks at her

"So none of you are free??" Y/N asks

"Shawty...as much as I'd love to spend the day I've still got parts to record!" Richard says

"I'm done for the day!" Zabdiel says as he suppresses a yawn

"Zab...Come with me we can go and have fun!!" Y/N pleaded

"Nope mi amor... I'm going to sleep." Zabdiel says as he lays down on the couch

"Chris! Ah! My favorite boy! My darling!" Y/N says as her eyes brighten up

"Hola Hermosa..." Chris comments as he sits next to her

"Chris honey...come on let's have a day out together!" She says

"Couldn't resist me even for a day huh nena?" Chris asks, obviously flirting

"Of course..I couldn't resist your face.. You are so insanely good looking..how could I?" Y/N replies, flirting back ignoring the way how quick her heart thumped against her chest

Y/N began talking to him about the most random things and every time she did Chris interrupted her...He knew it always made her pissed..It was something he always did...but he couldn't resist! She was absolutely ADORABLE when she got mad..

"And then I --" Y/N begins as Chris cracks another uncalled joke in Spanish as Erick laughs to it as he engages in a conversation with Joel.

"CHRISTOPHER BRYANT VÈLEZ I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL CHOKE YOU UNTIL YOU DIE IN MY HANDS!" Y/N yells

"I'd rather be choking you Mami.." Chris replies as he smirks at her as her face flushes into a dark shade of pink

"Gawd..Can't y'all just date already? There's so much sexual tension between you two...Like get laid already and date!" Richard comments rolling his eyes, Erick furiously nodding

"Well..Err..." Chris begins as he nervously laughs

"YASHEL shut up before I kill you!" Y/N warns

"He's got a point...I mean you guys flirt so often that we'd feel weird if you both didn't date.." Joel says

"No! Joel not you too!! Zab...Your friends are being mean to me!!" Y/N complains

"Too late.. he's already asleep.." Joel says as she looks at a sleeping Zabdiel

"You guys are just being dumb.." Y/N comments

"We're being honest..you label it as dumb.." Erick counters earning a eyeroll from Y/N

"Whatever guys...Chris! Are you free? Please tell me you are!" Y/N asks

"Well...My recording for the day is done so I guess?" Chris answers

"Please...let's just go somewhere! I'm so tired of merely sitting around in my studio for hours...a small break would be good right?!" Y/N asks him hopefully

"Yeah I guess.." Chris replies as he rubs his neck awkwardly

"Are you sure you wanna go? You seem dis- interested..." She asks him

"No no... Absolutely not Hermosa.. I'm absolutely ready..Just let me get a hoodie and some shades and inform Ali about it then I'll be all good to go!" Chris comments as he walks away

"So did you finally manage to get him go on a date with you?" Joel asks as he  looks at before heading towards the recording room

"Joel we are just hanging out cause he was free...nothing more nothing less." She replies rolling her eyes

"Okay I was just inquiring.." he says exiting the situation

"Oh...you mean one out of your many dates!" Erick says as his eyes gleam with adoration

"Could you just shut up for once Erick?! I told you we're - -" She begins

"Yeah, just friends...I get it..When are you going to realize that you just perfect for each other and just- -" Erick begins as Chris enters the room

"I'm ready Hermosa...Can we leave?" Chris asks interrupting Erick

"Okay sure..If my best friend wakes up by any chance and ever questions about my existence, just inform him that I had gone out with Chris.." Y/N tells Erick as she walks over to Chris

"Will do! Now go already and enjoy the day!" Erick replies as he pushes her onto Chris' arms

They exited the studio as paparazzis surrounded them, their security quickly making way for them as they quickly slid into her car.

"Where do you want to go Miss. (Y/L/N) ?" Y/N's driver, Henry asks (change his name if you don't like the name)

"Well to that less crowded carnival round the corner...And ask the others to stay away..We are heavily disguised so it won't be much of a problem." Y/N comments

"Are you sure Ma'am..I've been given strict - -" he begins

"I'll take the blame in case anything goes wrong trust me!" Y/N reassures as she put on a heavy coat to cover her disguise as Chris helped her with it.

"Thanks Chris..." Y/N says as she shoots him a grateful smile

"Of course Mi Amol..." Chris comments as he returns the gesture.

                                                 ' ' '

"Aren't you excited CHRIS?!?" Y/N asks as she looks at Chris whose eyes beam with happiness

"OF COURSE!!!" Chris yells excited as he looks at her excitedly

"Then let's g- -" She says but interrupted halfway as Chris grabs her arm and pulls her into the crowd

                                                 ' ' '

Time had gone so quick that Y/N almost thought her eyes were playing tricks with her when she saw the sun setting.

They had almost finished off all the attractions in the carnival..All the while Chris was just busy taking numerous pictures and videos of her, her giggling and laughing all the while.

"Hermosa...Look at that! I want that!!" He says as he points at a huge teddy bear in a stall.

"Aren't all these enough?" Y/N as she points at the bag of goodies and all those little toys Chris had gotten

"Nope...just one more...besides who doesn't like teddy bears?" He asks

"True but are you sure you want- " Y/N begins

"Hello? Yes...Yeah three soft balls? Cool enough!" Chris speaks as the person on the stall hands him over three soft balls

All he had to do was aim and get the soft ball into the basket that was next to teddy bear.

"Now watch me Hermosa..How I get that teddy in one throw!" Chris flaunts as he begins to aim for it. "But wait..Before that, I think you should kiss my knuckles.." He says finishing off

"And why's that necessary Chris?" Y/N asks her tone filled with sass

"Err..You know...for good luck! You technically just make people around you happy...so I figured that you would have some sort of good luck within you..So I thou- -" He begins

"I understand Chris...You don't need to explain..I was just messing with ya!" Y/N interrupts him as she holds his knuckles and presses a kiss onto his knuckles eliciting a soft blush from Christopher.

She quickly ignored the way her cheeks heated up as she gives him a shy smile, Chris slowly returning her the gesture.

"Go on Chris...try again..Let's hope it works!" Y/N comments as she looks at him

"Yeah okay!" Chris says, the soft ball falling inside a basket that stood next to a stuffed elephant.

"LOOK CHRIS! Elephants are cool too!" Y/N beams at him

"So boy do you want this or do you want to try again?" The stall keeper asks him

"Another try please.." Chris answers disappointed

"Chris you don't need to win the teddy bear specifically..it's  -" She begins

"Just wait Hermosa...This time I'll get it in!" Chris says as he held the last soft ball.

Y/N holds Chris' knuckles as she pressed a soft kiss onto them, Chris' knuckles still laying lovingly in her palms. Chris smiles to himself softly not wanting to retreat his knuckles from her touch

"Err..Chris?" She says, gaining his attention.

"Yeah sorry! I was- -" Chris begins

"Come on Velèz! I know you can do this!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" Y/N cheered

Chris nodded his eyes gleaming with determination...He took a few breathes and threw the ball again and bam! It went inside the basket next to the teddy bear he had wanted.

"YESSS!! YOU GOT THAT IN!! CONGRATULATIONS CHRIS!!" Y/N cheers as she hugs him, as he wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed her embrace.

The stall keeper handed the teddy bear to Chris who instantly took it after thanking him.

"I wouldn't have won it without your good luck.." Chris comments

"Nonsense! Your aim was perfect! That's why you got it!" Y/N replies smiling at him

Chris took a hold of the other things in Y/N's hands as he handed her the teddy bear.

"It's yours now.." He says as he looks at her

"But you won it...and you wanted it!" Y/N replies

"No..I knew how much you loved teddy bears and considering the fact that you were my good luck charm..I think you deserve this" Chris says

Y/N blushed softly..He paid attention to every little thing accidentally slipped out of her mouth.

How she wished you had the guts to tell him how she really felt. She stood on her toes as she pressed a kiss on his cheeks.

"Thank you.." She whispers as Chris looks away blushing as he nodded slowly

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Every little moment with Christopher was filled laughter and joy..Barely was there were moments she had seen Christopher wasn't happy...That night was probably the first time she had seen him..sad and broken..

It had happened on unfortunate midnight...Y/N had a sleepover with Zabdiel and the rest of the boys at their place after a very tiresome movie night..Everyone retired to their rooms at midnight as it had started off from 10 in the morning that previous day...

Y/N had obviously chose to share a bed with Zabdiel because the guest room was too messy and she was downright exhausted to clean it up...And Zabdiel had always loved cuddling onto her tiny petite figure ever since they had sleepovers from back when they were friends..

She had woken up the 2:00 a.m or so as she felt thirsty. She sat up, carefully removing Zabdiel's arms off her as she practically forced her drowsy self off her bed as she sleepily walked outside the room and towards the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water and drowned it down her throat quickly quenching her thirst...

She walked upstairs and was about to enter Zabdiel's room when she saw dim lights flashing inside Christopher's room, beams of light radiating from the half closed door. She raised her eyebrows and walked towards his room.

'Was he that exhausted that he didn't have that much of the energy to switch off his bedroom light?' She thought as she slowly enters his room without causing any noises.

She looked around the room but Christopher wasn't on his bed...His bed was neatly folded and didn't seem crumbled at all...Hadn't he slept at all? She looked around and was about to call out his name when she hears muffled yet heavy sobs.

She looked around the room again as worry cascaded her face..She heard the sobs again as she walked towards the source...The sobs growing comparatively louder each time she took a step closer in a quiet pace.

She slowly opened the bathroom door as her eyes widens in shock as a teary eyed Christopher stood in front of the mirror..Her eyes scanned him as she noticed a blade in his hand, her eyes widening in shock as he reflects the same and tries to hide the blade.

She angrily storms upto him as she looks at him with pure hate..She picks up the blade and throws it out the window from the window located inside the tiny bathroom..She then walks upto him as she grabs both his arms, inspecting it. A soft scar was imprinted on his arm.

"I'm- -" Christopher begins

"JUST WHY? WHY CHRIS??" She asks, her tone filled with hate and pain at the same time as she quickly patched up the scar

"It's nothing.." He trails off as he looks away

"Well it has to be something CONSIDERING the fact that you were try to kill yourself!!" Y/N yells

"Please...JUST..Just leave! I don't want you to see- -" Chris says trailing off

"Why...Just why would you do this Chris?" Y/N asks, her eyes brimming with tears

"Why would you care?"  He asks her as he looks at her, his chocolate brown orbs instantly losing all the warmth it had ever possessed.

"CHRIS! Why wouldn't I- - I obviously do! Chris- -why would you ever - -" She begins

"I can't take this anymore...It's hard and sad..being HATED by millions..Feeling unwanted... talent-less..undeserving.." Chris interrupts her halfway as he looks down

"Says who Chris?" Y/N questions

"Who doesn't? Everyone hates me..I- -I can't do anything right..No one's there when I honestly need them..I don't blame them too considering how much I mean to them. So I just thought if no one liked me for who I was..why live?  It won't make a huge difference whether I lived or no- -" Chris begins as a harsh slap interrupts him

Christopher's eyes widen in shock as he lifts his hand covering his cheek as it stung in harshness and pain.

She looked at him, her cheeks flushed with sad and angry tears as she glared at Christopher

"How- -How could you?!? Do you even REALIZE what would have happened if you..." She begins but gets interrupted by her tears and her shortened breaths

"I'd never forgive myself Chris! I love you too much! How could you even think about this?!?"She finishes off

Christopher's eyes widened as those words processed in his head but cut short when she pulls him into a hug. His tears fell softly as he shivered slightly

"I'm scared...Please..help me..Just don't leave.." Chris stutters

Y/N said nothing but held his cheeks with her hands and pressed a passionate kiss on his forehead and the cheek where she had slapped him.

A simple gesture...which meant something to both of them deep down inside...yet they thought the other didn't feel the same and pushed it into the back of their heads.

"I'm right here Chris...I'm not going anywhere..I'll always be there for you.." She says as he listens to her beating heart.

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//Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart//

"C- - CCa- -a- -n I h- -have ano- -ther o- -on - one lad?" Y/N asks, her eyes glossy as she slurs off

"Miss...you've already had an unhealthy dosage of - -" The bartender begins

"I'M A LEGAL ADULT! I'M PAYING YOU FOR THE DRINKS! WHAT'S YOUR FXCKING PROBLEM?!?"  She screams at him as she interrupts him

"But Miss..." He begins

"I SAID GET ME ANOTHER ONE!" She shouts over the blaring music

The bartender reluctantly poured out another drink onto her now empty glass...

Y/N looked around as the place blasted off with various songs she could barely recognize. She glared at everyone and everything as she smoothly half emptied the glass of drink.

She gazed around the room to find couples dancing..couple talking..couples kissing.. and making out in their drunk state, but they had one thing in common..They were all happily in love..

She cringed at the word love..she was absolutely disgusted with the feeling.. She absolutely hated it...But deep down inside...she knew she was lying..somewhere down there..

But a part of her sad..and selfish..Why couldn't she have a happy life? Why was it always her that suffered? What had she done to deserve something like this? Why did it have to be her?

She laid her head down in the wooden table in front of her..She softly wiped away the mindless tears that had managed to slip through her eyes, her sobs as soft as mere whispers..

What sort of a therapy was this? Drinking away so as to ease the pain? She knew how unhealthy this was..but yet here she was..doing the same..

Everyone likes things that aren't good for them..or wish for things they could have..

Finding a coping mechanism trying to escape the painfully true reality...Her thoughts wandered around freely and yet again..it all returned to that one person...Christopher...

Was it wrong that somewhere in her heart she still secretly yearned for his presence next to her??

He must have probably moved on...Enjoying his life with those one night stands and hookups..or maybe even better..a steady girlfriend capable of making him feel loved and deserved...just the way like she used to make him feel once upon a time..

She felt her heart beating..Was it even alive after the amount of unspoken pain she was going through? Was it even hers in the first place? The beats were soulless and un-melodious.. What was happening to her heart? Where was the beauty and happiness in it?

Was it wrong she didn't want to move on and put aside her never seeming to disappear feelings apart and grow up?

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//Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend cause nobody's calling?//

She found herself heading towards her closet as she threw on a fancy t-shirt and a pair of denim jeans as she stopped herself midway..

Weekend nights were always date nights with him...Despite however busy they turned out...they'd manage to spend quality time together..at weird yet wonderful places..

'Y/N get a bloody grip of yourself!'  She mentally warned herself.

She changed back into her pajamas as she sat on her bed, her frame leaning towards the headboard of the bedroom.

Her work for the day was done...She had informed her manager, Charles that she was absolutely exhausted and couldn't manage working any longer that day..

She was tired...absolutely tired mentally..Bottling up her feelings were hard..

Zabdiel had come over to her place every single day and texted her every single hour of the day he could to help her...Just so she could talk it out..

But she just didn't talk anything..She talked about daily routines and anything and everything apart from Chris.

Usually after any break up she had, she would talk things out and cry it out to Zabdiel and he'd console her. But this time...she just couldn't and didn't want to be consoled..as if she wanted to keep cry and keep hurting herself..because deep down inside she still wants him beside her.

But what was she supposed to talk about when she herself didn't know how she felt? How could she explain him a feeling she herself couldn't understand?

She hates crying..Hated crying around anyone..So when the day changes into night and when the world or the city was asleep...she used it as an opportunity to let down her guard down and let the tears fall down freely...

She cried and cried till her heart ached with the familiar hidden pain striking hard with every real tear that slipped down her cheeks.

Weekends were always associated with beautiful memories ever since Chris had been a part of her life..now all that filled her weekends were just tiresome, painful tears and put down her daily facade.

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//I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin//

Oh how she hates feeling like this.. But the heart want what it wants.. and that was the feeling of being whole again..and no one was capable of doing so apart from..him...no matter how much ever she tried to deny it..

//Will someone put a little love on me

Put a little love on me//

She felt miserable...Absolutely annoyed, frustrated, stressed and all the negative emotions she had ever experienced in her lifetime washes all over her..all it once..the pain intensifying as every little wasted, endless, lifeless tear washes down her cheeks for the millionth time in the same minute..as she aggressively wipes them off, her cheeks burning and her arms sore from wiping away the still falling tears

Her sobs suppressed yet her heart screamed and ached in pain which mere words could never explain..

//When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me//

Drinking so as to forget..more like to ease the pain..wasn't a solution. Y/N came home drunk at irregular times mostly drunk at the dawn of every morning. An extremely unhealthy coping mechanism but that was her escape from the real world...

She needed to get back to get back to work..so she tried to relax and calm herself down...she couldn't crawl into a corner and mop about someone who never loved her in the first place..

Taking early morning walks, calm and relaxing music blasting in both her ears as she jogged around a very less crowded park with some shades and a hoodie to mask her identity seemed like a temporary refuge..

She sat down on the bench after 5-6 rounds of her quick walks.

She wiped off her sweat with a towel she had carried in her mini bag as she quickly emptied a bottle of water down her throat.

She leaned behind as she lazily stared at the people who walked by... And all she could see was couples..Old age married happy couples...Middle aged couples with their children.. Just couples in general!

Was it Valentine's Day already? or was she seeing what her heart truly yearned for as she had pictured Chris and her holding hands and walking together...whilst they were dating.

The times they spent together were too good and precious to be forgotten.

Her heart felt like she couldn't take it any longer..she felt her heart shattering slowly but heavily..She bit her lip softly suppressing her pain for the millionth time in the past two months.

The insecurity and longing for him hitting her harder every single time.

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//Last night I lay awake

Stuck on the things we say

And when I close my eyes the first

thing I hear you say is

Put a little love on me

Put a little love//

Falling asleep was almost impossible.. He was already a soft sleeper so he most definitely wouldn't be able to sleep with a heavy head and an empty heart.

Christopher changed into some comfortable outfit as he came out the bathroom freshened up...

He turned off the lights..all apart from the lamp that stood on the night stand. Christopher laid down as he draped the blanket around himself, as he forcefully shut his eyes to gain some well deserved sleep.

But how could he when he was in so much pain he himself couldn't understand the reason for?

His eyes snapped open as he laid down in his bed..he stared at the blank ceiling..

He felt so deprived...Deprived in all ways..physically, mentally and emotionally..He was always frustrated, annoyed and always snappy.

He never intended to damage or yell at everyone but...he was just confused and didn't understand what in the bloody world was he feeling?!?

His heart and mind still was stuck on her...and everything she said...And in a flash he remembers all the beautiful memories she and him had shared together...

"Nena smile!" Chris screams as he clicks another Polaroid as she lets out a surprised yell

"Chris..I wasn't ready!" She pouts sadly

"But mi Amol...You always look beautiful..." Chris says as he wraps his arms around her waist

"Chris you are so cheesy!!" She giggles as he picks her up kissing her nose

"But you love me right?" Chris asks laughing

"Of course you dork!" She says as he kisses her

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//When the lights come up we're the

only ones dancing//

Y/N absolutely loved dancing.. She'd use any opportunity she could get, she'd drag one of the boys and dance along with them.

Any random song would play and she'd start dancing slowly..urging one of the boys to join...

Richard would volunteer to but Christopher would instantly rush upto her and awkwardly dance next to her.

Her face would instantly brighten up and they'd dance until their feets would give in...They even had an adorable "couple-ish" dance they had devised together.

After they began dating they had begun this sort of unspoken tradition i.e whenever one of them felt sad and didn't want to talk about it..the other would play soft, calm and a sad melody and slowly walk up to the other person and softly begin dancing with them...

"You ready to talk now honey?" Y/N asks as he comfortably rests his head on the crook of her neck as they moved together in sync

"No..not yet..I..I..I jus- -" He begins

"I understand..." She replies interrupting him as his arms wrap securely around her waist "I'm here for you.." She breathes out, Chris's heart clenching at her reassurance as they slowly danced in the silence

Even whether the days were the best or the worst...whether they were the last two people in the world..whether the world hated them..at the end of the day what only mattered was that nothing or no one could change the fact that they were immensely in love with each other, completed each other, accepted and understood each others' flaws and loving them even more...

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//I look around and you're standing there asking...//

Chris has had enough! Enough of this endless denial. Enough of being in this confused traumatic state he was undergoing right now.

He just couldn't do this anymore..He just likes her so damn much. Her absence was almost driving him insane. As if, he can't live without her.

He misses sleeping and cuddling along with her..his strong arms wrapping around her petite figure as their breathing synced...

The stolen kisses before any stage performances, random make outs in the middle of nowhere, passionate kisses and just soft pecks..Christopher cherished and wished for all of it back again..all only from her..and her alone...no one else apart from her!

He just wants her beside him..right now..tomorrow and just..forever. He was tired..tired of wasting tears and the unexplained heaviness and yet ironically empty feeling in his heart.

For the first time...He admits. He admits that it was him who was wrong in this relationship.

Admits it was his fault he didn't make her stay. Admits that he was just scared to lose her because she was too precious, amazing and only deserved the best..and he just felt..he wasn't good enough for her.

What if he was good enough for her all the while long? What if he was oblivious to the fact that maybe somewhere after all...Maybe all this while all she wanted was him?

He lied. He lied that he didn't care and it didn't tear him apart to see or rather just merely imagine her in someone's arms...Someone who wasn't him..

Nobody...no one else could compare to how he felt around her..He could never feel whole again without her by his side...his Y/N...She was his all the time..it sounded cheesy and haywire cringy but he didn't care cause that was all he needed was her...

Because at the end of the day he LOVED her...His eyes almost widened at his own shocking confession.

He never thought he'd ever be capable of feeling..not a romanticized sort of feeling...He never thought he could love someone like this..

His eyes swelled up with tears..yet again..for the first time today..honest and non stop tears.

Christopher choked on his own tears as they carelessly fell down as if endless..the ache in his heart worsening with every harsh sob..only this time..they weren't suppressed. He let it out...all of it out..he couldn't bottle up his pain any second longer!

She wasn't coming back...She just wasn't...and there was nothing he could do about it...no tears could bring her back...she was just gone.

"Chris..." he heard a voice barely above a whisper

God...he was going insane...second by second...He was hallucinating. He could almost hear her melodious voice..the way his name slipped out of her tongue..But why couldn't he believe it? Maybe because it wasn't practical enough..something so artificial yet felt real at the same time.

His vision was blurry as he let out painful tears as his breath shorten with every harsh sob...

And all of a sudden, he feels something physical...rather someone hugging him...

"Erick...not now...please leave.." He says, his tone desperate.

"It's not Erick..Wonder Boy..it's me.." the presence replies

Christopher's eyes widened. No one ever called him that except..

He instantly opens his eyes..Brown orbs met (y/e/c). The same orbs he had fallen in love with.. rather the same ones he was still in love with..

"Y/N- -?" Chris asks stuttering in disbelief

Y/N looks at him as her lips curl into a sad grin which was a mixture of all the sadness within her, Her face bearing a heavy, sad emotion...so vulnerable and broken yet she tries to stay strong

"Yes...I know you don't- -" Y/N begins but interrupted as Chris crushed her into a bone breaking hug

"I'm- -I'm sorry babygirl..I really am... It's all my fault...I can afford to live with the fact that I'd never ever sleep with you like that...or not being able to kiss you whenever I need you..but I just need you in my life..as a friend at least...I need you in my life somehow!"  Chris stutters as tears fall down

"Chris... I'm sorry too.. It's- -" She begins as Christopher silences her clinging onto her

They didn't need words...nor any sort of explanation or apologies..They sob quietly in each others arms.. but this time the tears are happy. Just each others' mere presence was all they needed.

"J- -just don't- -Just don't leave me..please...Y/N..." He sobbed as he held her close afraid that if he let her go once more.. she'd disappear forever from his life..

He still had so much love hidden beneath him...and he wanted to shower all of it onto her..and her only.

After a while of mere sobs filling the air she pulls away slowly from the hug as she gazed into his eyes, him mirroring her actions. His eyes held so much love within it...and it was all for her..

"You're the only one I need.." Chris says, never looking away from her beautiful orbs

"Put a little love on me"  She replies

"You're the only one I need.." Chris says again, his tone certain yet shattered

"So put your love on..me" She breathes out as she places her lips on his with nothing but her undying love and passion she forever held for him.

[marvelouslimelight]

oooooh my boys singing Japanese huh

my boo or my weeaboo

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THIS BOY REALLY OUT HERE DOING THIS TO OUR HEARTS LIKE ???? 🥺💞✈️✈️✈️💕💕💕 my heart flew