#bella's 1000 follower contest

[dolcenco]

Fuck You Better

Pairing: Joel Pimentel x Reader 

Words: 4,300+ (wtf this is the longest fic I've written and it's smut SHSHSHSH)

Warning/s: S I N F U L (sex with Joel with a dash of adultery) SMUT. Mentions of cheating and an asshole fuck boy attitude.

S/n: yeah, pretty obvious that I love putting Joel in these kinds of scandalous situations more than I do Christopher. I feel so bad but feels soooo good at the same time KHSKASHK

Take note: this one-shot is pure fiction and does not reflect the boys in any way. This is purely my imagination and my attempt to be angsty (sort of.)

This is for @cieloxcnco 1000+ writing contest with the prompt: f u betta - Neon Hitch / she’s prettier than I’ll ever be, got yourself a beauty queen, but there’s one thing I gotta say - she can love you good, bet I can fuck you better. 

Once again, congrats on the milestone, babe! you deserve this!

On with the story! 

A guilty pleasure for most if not all would be indulging in chocolate, coffee, and binge-watching on Netflix but yours? It was Joel Pimentel.

The only name you screamed in the hotel rooms of Miami as he delivered pleasure to your body as much as you craved his.

You never thought you'd find yourself in the same predicament again after repeatedly reminding yourself not to engage in such situation again before karma comes and bites you in the ass.

But you didn't care.

So right now, Joel had you pinned you against the wall of his hotel room, barely making it inside from his desperate need to take you right here, right now.

His hands frantically ran up and down your fervent body, making sure not to leave any skin untouched. His lips trailed hungry kisses along your neck, not getting enough of your sweet scent and the feeling of your body underneath his.

“You know what I missed about you the most?” Joel pulled away from your lips, making you whimper from the loss of contact as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“What?” You managed to grunt a response as you tried to catch your breath.

“These.” He cupped your breast with his large hands. The coolness from his rings stung your skin through the thin material of your bralette that made your back arched to his touch.

With a gentle squeeze, he leaned down to plant small pecks on the swell of your breast that peeked out of your bra.

“Stop teasing, Joel.” You tried to snap at him, but your voice faltered when you feel his tongue licked a big strip over your sensitive bud while his free hand played with the other nipple.

Your hands weaved through his curls and tugged on them gently as if to tell him that you weren't joking around and wanted him right now.

Of course, Joel knew how much you missed him as much as he missed you while he was on tour and decided to be a little mischievous.

“Needy are we?” Joel teased, and you glared at his handsome face, bemused with him. As you were about to retort a snarky remark, he lifted you off your feet and carried you towards the bed.

As soon as your back felt the soft white sheets of his bed, Joel stood in between your legs and took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted body. Oh, how you got wet just by looking at him.

He crawled on top of you and held himself up so his weight won't crush you as he dived to connect your lips. The way he kissed you spoke for how much he missed you. You spread your legs wider so he can nestle in between them, and your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his hard bulge pressed against you.

Your barely clothed pussy rubbed against the material of his black pants while the metal buckle of his belt pressed against your clit. You felt the need to bring him closer to you, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and locked your legs around his hips.

“Hmm, Bonita,” Joel whispered huskily and holy fuck that was hot as fuck.

You adjusted yourself underneath him causing the buckle of his belt to graze over your clit. Your lips parted to moan out his name as he kept your hips down. You let the sensation take over you.

“More, Joel.” You whimpered and squeezed his arm as you let him roll his hips against your aching entrance.

His lips find their way to your neck and trailed down to your collarbone, then to your chest. He cupped your breast once again and gently kissed the skin before giving it a soft lick. Moans slipped off your lips as he gently sucked on the swell of your chest, his thumb swiping over the hard nipple of the other.

When he pulled away, you looked down to see that he left a red hickey on the spot where he sucked. You cursed at him, and he retorted with a scoff.

“Like you have someone who’ll get mad over that.” Reminding you that you were single, and didn't have a boyfriend to hide it from anyway.

He softly chuckled when he saw the scowl on your face and leaned into cupped your cheeks as he caressed his thumb across the skin.

“I’m kidding, Amor.” He whispered huskily and connected your lips. You feel your stomach flipped at the nickname. He started to trail kissed along your jaw, down to your neck then your chest. Your eyes watched as he placed soft kisses on your belly and slowly made his way down.

He held on your intense gaze as he creates a path across your torso and towards where you needed him the most.

Joel softly massaged your thighs with his fingers before parting them then nestled in between your legs. Your lips parted to take a sharp inhale of breath when he starts place kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer to your entrance.

You lost it and bucked your hips when Joel pressed his tongue against your clothed pussy, licking you up slowly and when he reached your clit he gave you one last hard lick.

“Joel.” You moaned, and he just loved the sound of his name spilling out of your pretty lips. It was music to his ears.

Just when he was about to pull your panties down, the sound of his ringtone filled the room and halted him from what he was doing.

He apologized and with an irritated expression on his face, he whipped his phone out of his pants, and switched it to silent mode, not even bothering to check who it was before setting it down on the bedside table.

Joel looked back at you and drank in the sight of you, half-naked in front of him. He loved admiring pretty places, pretty things, and beautiful people; you were no exception to him.

“Where were we again?” He teased knowing how sexually frustrated you were from how close he was to devouring you if it wasn’t for his stupid phone.

You grew impatient when he wasn’t doing anything and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer to your body. You just wanted him to touch you. “Joel!”

He chuckled at your reaction and positioned himself in between your legs again. He leveled his face down your entrance and was about to pull your panties down when his phone didn't stop vibrating against the table and became a nuisance to the both of you.

He sighed and reached for his phone to check what the hell was so important that the caller was so persistent for his attention. Joel looked like he was going to snap at this person until you watched his features morphed into a brief panic before softening.

With that, you immediately knew who was calling him.

“Hi, Baby!” Joel greeted over the phone, and you swore the pitch of his voice just increased an octave higher just like what any boyfriend would sound like when talking to their significant other.

You shook your head and shot him a disapproving glance. He sends you an apologetic look before turning his back away from you to continue his conversation with his girlfriend.

Remember how you identified Joel as your guilty pleasure? The pleasure part was pretty obvious but here is the guilty part of your relationship with Joel.

Joel wasn’t yours in the first place. Joel has been taken by someone else and wasn’t yours to fuck around from the start. The gold mine about the whole thing is that his girlfriend was one of your best friends.

What a great best friend you are!

As you waited for Joel to wrap up his phone call, you kept yourself busy with your phone that you picked up from the floor and plopped back down on the bed to eavesdrop on Joel and your best friend's conversation.

“Yeah babe, can you come a little later? We’re just working on some paperwork here at the hotel. I’ll text you what time you could drop by.”

You snorted at his attempt to lie, and he shoots you a glare from over his shoulders.

“OH! I didn’t know (y/n) is coming over?” He looked at you. “Nah she’s not here, I would know if she’s coming over if she was here” he sassed his girlfriend over the phone and rolled his eyes.

“Oh-kay, sure I could hook her up with Chris, so she doesn't have to third-wheel.”

You couldn’t help but arched your eyebrow at that. But you loved being a third-wheel. It had its perks.

“Aight, see you later. Love. I love you. Bye.” He finally ended the call, and you let out a small chuckle making Joel turned to look at you with a confused look plastered on his face.

“What?”

You put down your phone on the bedside table and crawled towards him to kneel in between his legs as you placed squeezed his shoulders.

“Christopher? Really?” You smirked, and Joel looked up from his phone to meet your eyes when he felt your hand caressed his neck softly, tugging the small curls at the back of his neck just the way you know how he liked it.

“He’s kinda cute.” You teased to push his buttons because you knew how Joel hated it when you mentioned another man’s name in bed despite if you were both fucking or not. He just hated talking about other men that were not him.

“I ain’t sharing you.” He pouted while shaking his head in disapproval, which made him looked like a stubborn child when indeed he was one.

You let out a laugh and cupped his face in between your hands to squish his cheeks, the pout he currently had now made his luscious lips puckered out. The thought of Joel only wanting you for himself made your tummy fizzle and warm inside which makes you wonder how you’re not yet falling for him.

That’s why you and Joel arranged this relationship because he was confident, more than he was in his relationship, that you don’t catch feelings after one night and he knew that you would not go for a guy like him despite his ‘datable’ qualities. Maybe that’s why your best friend dated Joel.

For his (questionable) date-able qualities.

“And here I am sharing your dick with one my best friends, and she doesn’t even know.” You whispered with your lips hovering just above his and Joel glared at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now. You knew Joel hated it when you called him out about your current arrangement to spite him and because you knew that it drove him to fall into a bottomless pit of guilt.

“Oh, shut up. You’re not less of a hypocrite than I am.” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you down on the bed with him.

Before arguing who was the guilty and the hypocrite, this wasn’t the first time you and Joel fucked around. Before this and his relationship with your best friend, you and Joel used to be fuck buddies until he called it quit when he decided to get himself into a serious relationship with a said best friend which we all know how that turned out.

You don’t remember who initiated this relationship, but it all started when you and Joel agreed to catch up when he was in Miami for meetings and ranted about his pent up sexual frustrations, and his current relationship with your best friend wasn’t exactly reaching the sexual satisfaction Joel craved. Desperation to relieve sexual tension happens when you cross paths with an ex-fuck buddy. You embrace sins that you swore not to commit but here you are biting your lip as you admired Joel’s body with his god-sculpted body, glowing tan skin, bright brown eyes, luscious curls, and plumper berry lips. Your mouth water at the sight of his growing length that begged for release from the confinement of tight black boxers.

You crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, bending to press your body against his to start leaving fiery kisses along his neck. Joel exhaled a small moan as you moved down to kiss his chest. You held onto his gaze as he watched you move downward to slowly trail kisses on his abs, teasing him when you finally reached the waistband of his boxers.

You kneeled in between his legs and tugged on his boxers to free him then discarded it onto the floor. Your eyes widen at the size of his length in front of you.  Your bent over in front of Joel, and gave him a wink with a devious smirk when he hissed at the teasing touch of your fingers grazing along with the shape of his dick while your mouth hovers just an inch closer to his dick to toy with him. Joel let out a groan and closed his eyes when you gently licked the swollen tip of his shaft.

He glared at you when you didn't do anything further, and you just smiled up at him innocently.

“What’s the matter, Pimentel?” You teased, refusing to touch Joel. He responded by bucking his hips towards you to get your lips to touch his dick, but you avoided him and pinned his hips down.

“You know what the hell the matter is.” He growled in frustration as he tried to press your lips on him when you caught his hand and intertwined your fingers shaking your head.

“Oh? I don't know, care to enlighten me?” You smirked and parted your lips slightly enough to slip your tongue out and hovered over him. Close enough not touch him but close enough for him to feel. Joel groaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillow while his hand ran through his curls in frustration.

He raised his head to look at you with pleading eyes, “baby please…”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I need you, (y/n)! You damn well know that I do!” He growled, desperately needed your touch.

“Please suck my dick, baby. I need your mouth around me so bad.” He pleaded, and you grinned triumphantly at how Joel withered under you so quickly.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so, baby.”

Before Joel could make a snarky remark, he was already moaning your name when you wrapped your fingers around his length. You aligned him to your mouth and leaned over to plant a small kiss on the top, and you hear Joel hissed from above you.

“Fuck.” He grunted, and you swirl your tongue around the swollen head before taking him in a little more. He bucked his hips towards you.

When Joel looked down, you were already looking at him through your lashes with his dick in your mouth, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You start to bob your head up and down as you hollow your cheeks around him. He tangled his fingers around your hair and pushed your head lower onto his cock.

“Shit.” He curses and starts to thrust his hips towards you, slipping his dick in and out of you. When he got too tired to lift his hips, you would continue to wrap your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks down his length.

Your tongue flicked from the base and playfully licked up to his head before taking him all in again. Joel gripped on your hair tighter, and his thrust started to get sloppy so you know he was reaching his end.

“Stop.” Joel suddenly says, and you watch in confusion as he sat up to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him and hooked your legs around his hips. He lifted you by your ass, and you sighed in contentment when his dick brushed over your wet entrance.

Wrapping your arms around his neck for support, you rolled your hips against his, your wetness spreading all over his swollen dick. Joel inhaled sharply and fluttered his eyes close then pressed his forehead on your chest to control himself not to cum there and then.

Your hand played with his hair, earning a small moan of contentment from Joel knowing how much he loved it. He looked up at you with his eyes still closed and brought your fingers to push his hair away from his forehead and watched it bounced back to fall on his forehead.

His eyes fluttered open and pursed his lips. You took a moment to admire how beautiful Joel looked. The first thing that you noticed about him when you first met and the part of him you loved was his eyes. You never saw anyone’s eyes shone an as warm, brown and pretty as Joel’s. If you had to look into anyone’s eyes forever, it would be Joel’s.

Your eyes darted to his lips when he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. It swelled from him biting it so much and has already taken a berry color that made you want to take it between your teeth.

Suddenly, Joel brought up his hand to gently caress your flushed cheeks and finally leaned in to kiss you. You kindly took his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked him softly.

Joel groaned and brought a hand in between you both and grazed on the wet slit that made you moan against his lips. He held you while his other free hand grabbed the condom from the bedside table. You adjusted yourself to straddle him as he tore the wrapper of the condom and took it to roll on his shaft.

He grabbed your hips while you aligned your entrance over his dick and eased yourself down, feeling his size stretched you. The pleasurable burn inside you from since the last time he entered you. You exhaled a breath and waited until you adjusted to his dick.

Joel loudly moaned when he felt your walls clench around him and was about to lose his goddamn mind when you start to rock your hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out and felt him grabbed your ass between his fingers

You start to move up and down his length, trying to get as much friction as possible until you felt Joel thrust his dick inside you. You gasped and threw your head back as the heat pooled inside your core. You started to become needy for him, so you nuzzled against his neck and began to kiss his earlobe before taking him in between your teeth. You wanted more.

And when you wanted more, you did not hesitate to let Joel know.

“Prove to me how much you missed my pussy around your dick and fuck me until I cum.” You whispered into his ear and Joel was more than happy to oblige to you.

Joel laid back down with his dick still inside you as he gripped your hips. You lifted your hips a little, and when you were about to sink into him, Joel suddenly trusted in you then slipped out of your drenched pussy and did it again.

“Joel!” You screamed and splayed your hands across his chest for support as he rammed inside you over and over again.

Guess those hip thrust during shows paid off.

Your back arched as the bliss washed over your body and splayed your hands over his hard chest for support.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel murmured as he watched himself get buried in your wet pussy.

The heat in your core starts to pool in deep as you began to reach your high.

“Close, babe.” You moaned and as Joel continued to thrust into you. As you feel the surge of electricity wash over your body, you leaned in and smashed your lips on Joel when you let go as he swallowed your moans.

It wasn’t long until Joel’s felt himself draw near to his climax. “Gonna cum, (y/n).” He murmured against your lips and wrapped his arms around your body to secure in place, feeling your warm body close to his.

“Cum in me, babe.” Your words were enough for Joel to reach his high and fill you up.

You both stayed in your position to catch your breath until he kissed your cheek.

“Thanks.” he gasped as you rolled off him.

“Sure.”

Joel discarded the condom in the bathroom while you start to put on your underwear. He came back to find you slipping on your bra.

“What are you doing?” He asked and walked towards you.

“Uhm, dressing up?”

“Why?” He had a sad looked on as you scrambled to find your shirt.

“Because we just finished?” You tell him, and he pouted as he stepped closer towards you.

“Oh, you don’t wanna cuddle? I mean let’s catch up, (y/n). We haven’t been hanging out much.” He softly said as he pulled you towards the bed and you couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes he was doing to get you to lay down with him.

When he laid down on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and finally agreed to join him with his arms around you and your head on his chest as you both began to exchange stories about tour and college.

As you felt Joel draw mini circles on your arms as he stared at his phone, scrolling down his messages, you finally decided to ask him the question you’ve been pondering on for a while now.

“Do you feel guilty?” You looked at him to see his reaction.

“About?” He asked, not looking up from the screen.

“Us. This whole fucking around thing when you’re with someone who you love.” You blurted and expected him to lash out on you, but he didn't. Not even the slightest hint of guilt displayed on his expression at the thought that what you both were doing could ruin someone and backfire in the future when words get out. It will for sure give his pr team a headache. Not to mention your best friend who loved him to pieces and trusted you with everything.

After seconds later, Joel finally responded.

“Of course I do. But sometimes, I just-SHIT” Joel suddenly cursed in panicked and bolted off the bed.

“What?!” You hopped off the bed as well as he scrambled for his clothes and tossed yours.

“Chris is coming up now!”

You both panicked in the hotel room, looking for both your clothes and putting them on as quickly as possible. When you were about to put your shirt on, both of you hear the door unlocking as Christopher’s voice filled the whole room.

“Yo, Joel! I bro...oh, hi.” Christopher smiled when he saw you. People didn’t lie when they say that he looked hot in person. When you waved at him, a shot of nervousness hit you when his eyes dart from you to Joel then back at you, and by the looks of it, Christopher knew what already happened in the hotel room by the way he smirked and snickered quietly.

After Joel had introduced you both formally, you both accompanied Chris as ate his lunch. You decided that you liked Chris and his humor, especially the approachable vibe that made him charming.

It seemed like Joel had some competition.

A moment later, a knock sounded from the entrance of the room, and when Joel got up from his seat on the bed to answer it, you immediately know who it was.

As soon as you heard the door open, the sound of exchanged kisses followed then a chorus of ‘’I missed you so much babe” when Joel and his girlfriend entered the bedroom of the hotel.

The moment her eyes laid on you, she squealed and walked towards your direction to hug you as you stood up to greet her. She hasn’t let you go as she proceeded to gushed how much she missed you. When you hugged her back, you shot Joel a knowing look as he took a seat next to Christopher who was busy stuffing his face.

“Bro, your friend is something else,” Chris whispered to Joel, quiet enough so the two girls wouldn't hear the conversation. 

Joel scoffed, feeling a little jealous that Chris was growing interest in you.

“How is her bed performance?” Christopher asked ever so bluntly with a smirk, amused at the mortified look Joel gave him.

When Joel was about to deny him, Chris stopped him before his bandmate can start firing word vomit.

“I know what you both did while I was out, your shirt is inside out-” He pointed at Joel’s shirt and when Joel looked down, he was right.

“- But I'm curious, why? Don’t get me wrong (y/n) is banging but your girl is hot too-” Joel shot him a glare and was about to defend himself when Chris stopped him.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, I mean, pfft me out of all people, it’d make me a hypocrite if I do, but I'm just curious, you know.” 

Joel sighed in relief and thought about his answer as he watched the girl he was in love with and the girl who kept him happy in bed gossip on the bed.

“My girl, she’s amazing, and the sex is good and all but (y/n)? Damn dude, she can fuck me better than anyone I’ve been with.” 

It was pretty fucked that he was fucking around with his girlfriend's best friend. But did Joel feel guilty about it? Probably not.

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guilty conscience ➵ r.c.

Summary ; You always fall for the men with empty chests. 

Warning(s) ; swearing, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), angst and sad shit

Word Count ; 1.2k+

Author’s Note ; this is for @cieloxcnco‘s 1000 followers challenge! prompt used is: Animal - The Cab / My heart may be missing but my hands will make up for it

congrats again babyyyy 💞

also can i just say, this is NOT one of my best works. i thought it started out decently but half way through i think it just got a little weird. not my proudest piece but i hope you guys like this x

edit: the format for this one is a little different and includes a lot of paragraphing and spacing between sentences and unfortunately it doesn’t show up on the mobile tumblr app so for best experience read on your computer sigh

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disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true

Again.

I saw him. Again.

Like the stupid idiot I am. 

Desperate.

Mindless.

Fool.

I really didn’t know when to stop. I didn’t how to stop. 

Everyone had told me about him and no one had mentioned her name. But I knew the story. How she fucked him over and left him with a broken heart and an empty closet. 

Gone in a night. 

And he never recovered. 

And then I came along. 

The naive girl thinking she could fix the broken bad boy like in every dumb romance novel she read. 

That he’d miraculously reciprocate the feelings she felt for him. 

That she was the special someone he would open his heart up to. 

That they’d live happily ever after, living out the rest of their days in each other’s arms. 

I really believed that shit. 

I really couldn’t get any dumber. 

I really thought he would eventually somehow develop feelings for me. 

Here I am again though. 

Lying in bed with him next to me. The combination of the thick quilt and his body had the intended purpose to warm me, yet I only felt cold and alone. 

He knew what he was doing.

He was making it worse.

He’s probably suspected for months.

But he never said anything.

I had confessed to him half a year ago. And he’d broken the news to me. 

I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way, Y/N.

You’re a nice girl though.

Like that was supposed to make the situation better. 

He found me drinking my sorrows away that night pathetically with the alcohol I found in the minibar. 

He told me to stop. 

I told him all I wanted was for him to be mine. 

He’d kept silent when I said that. 

Maybe you can.

You can have me. Sexually.

If you want me, I’ll be there.

It was wrecking his conscience knowing he’d broken the heart of one of the sweetest girls he’d ever known. 

He was trying to make it better.

Letting me have some piece of him to stitch up my heart as best he could. 

He was fucking stupid. 

But he was just trying to be nice.

I can’t blame him. 

I never can. 

-

Richard’s fingers were round my throat again.

Constricting my airflow.

Stealing my breath away like he always did. 

Both in and out of bed. 

“Good fucking girl, baby,” he groans deeply in my ear. “Taking daddy’s cock so well.”

I whimpered at that, any sort of coherent response flying out my mind. His cock felt good. 

So. Fucking. Good.

He filled me up perfectly. My walls always hugged his thick girth oh so nicely. Like two complementary puzzle pieces. 

I gasped when his hand tightened round my throat. 

“Please,” I begged. 

What was I begging for?

For him to let me cum? 

Or for him to love me like I loved him?

He doesn’t respond verbally, a dangerous predatory growl the only sound slipping past his lips. It sends shivers right down to my core. 

I don’t care if he doesn’t love me. 

I just want him so badly. I want all of him. 

“Please fill me up, daddy,” I beg. 

This sends him over the edge. His hips stutter, before he slams deeply into me, burying himself to the hilt inside me. He groans deeply as he releases his load into me. 

We never did it with protection. 

I knew he loved the risk and the thrill. 

I didn’t mind doing it for him. 

It’s for me too, though. I want to feel all of him. As much as I can. 

He pulls out after he’s calmed down, and I’m left feeling empty. 

“I didn’t cum, Rich.”

Our eyes meet knowingly, and he rolls me over onto my back. 

“I’m sorry, baby.”

His apology sounds so sincere, and my heart flutters at how genuinely sweet he sounds. I slap myself mentally when I get all warm and fuzzy inside again.

Don’t be so fucking stupid. 

He isn’t doing this because he cares for you. 

He’s doing this because he knows how you feel. 

He wants to think he’s doing you a favour by letting you have him to yourself. 

He’s doing this because he feels bad for you. 

Richard’s fingers come into contact with my swollen pearl, and he rubs it the way he knows I like it best. My mouth falls open and my breaths become short as my third orgasm creeps up on me. I fall apart on his fingers pretty quick, but it’s so powerful it wrecks me.

My toes curl and my body thrashes off the bed, white filling my vision as my head spins. 

I must have blacked out temporarily, because I come to with Richard pressing a cold towel to my forehead and rubbing my waist affectionately. 

“Are you okay?”

I’m only able to nod. 

Words aren’t exchanged much between us. 

The silence almost makes me uncomfortable. 

He lays down next to me after he helps clean me up. It’s such a strangely intimate thing to do especially since he doesn’t like me. My heart aches when I remind myself of that again. 

He pulls the covers over us and the both of us lay next to each other in silence. He doesn’t bother making any conversation. 

-

I’m alone when I wake up in the morning. At least I think I am. Until I get a whiff of burnt bacon from the kitchen downstairs.

I know it’s Richard and his futile attempts at cooking again. 

I crack a smile at the effort he always makes to try and whip something up for me though. 

But it drops when I realize once again - he’s doing this cause he feels bad. 

I stay under the sheets and it doesn’t take him long to come back upstairs again. He jogs into the room, chest decorated lightly with sweat and basketball shorts hanging low on his hips.

He looks so fucking good. 

He chuckles when he realizes I’m awake. 

“Hope I didn’t wake you up cause of that dumb bacon.”

I fake a smile as I pull the covers around myself tighter. 

I’m reminded once again. 

He isn’t mine. 

But what guy takes the effort to make you breakfast when you’re only a fuck buddy? 

He’s technically mine in a way. 

And I’m his. 

Stop deluding yourself. 

It’s almost awkward as he continues standing there, looking at me and I back. 

“Thanks for trying though,” I respond quietly, letting a gentle smile play on my face to assure him as best as I can. 

His features soften and a relieved smile crosses his face. 

“You wanna just get breakfast at starbucks or something?”

I stop myself from gritting my teeth when he says that. 

He’s always like this. 

Asking me out for meals when he knows how I feel.

It’s almost like he’s leading me on on purpose.

He just does this to make himself feel better. Like he’s making it up to me in some way. But I know he’d rather do anything else than grab meals and take me out all the time.  

His heart isn’t in it.

It’s an empty gesture. 

He does it because of his guilty conscience. 

But his hands always feel so good. 

Was I willing to let that go? 

It was the only way I could have him. 

God, but I hate wanting him all the time. 

I didn’t bother responding verbally. 

I just sat up and pulled him into bed with me. 

One more time. 

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A/N: This is long af so..buckle up kids. This is a very on time submission to @cieloxcnco ‘s 1000 followers writing contest. Hope it was worth the wait. Spoiler: it isn’t. As always, please do let me know what you think.

Warnings: drinking (lots of), swearing, smut. You’ll live.

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Si conmigo te quedas o con otro tu te vas, no me importa un carajo porque se que volveras

Four months, two weeks and two days.

Not that I’m counting.

Four months, two weeks and two days since I stood in the airport and watched the man of my dreams get on a plane. Without me. I begged and pleaded for more time but he had to go. He’d been in this country for years but visa regulations required him to go back home to reapply so he could stay.

I loved him. At least I think I did. But if I had, I would’ve gone with him, right? I should’ve dropped everything to be with him. But I couldn’t.

When he sat me down and told me what was going on, my heart broke. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But when he asked me to go with him, for however long it would take, everything in me said no. So that’s what I told him. My family is here, my friends are here, my job is here; I couldn’t just leave.

By the time the day came around, I was ready to get on that plane with nothing. As much as I loved him and wanted him around, we came to the conclusion that we had to break up. Long distance just doesn’t work. If he decided to come back to me and our feelings were still there, we’d see what happens. Until then we were better off apart.

After a month, he had decided to stay back home and wasn’t coming back.

I felt like a shell of a human. I was upset, angry, regretful; one of everything in the negative column. So I did what everyone does. A couple of weeks of partying, sleeping with random guys and drinking myself to sleep got me nowhere (as expected), so I threw myself into work. Early mornings, late nights and migraines are just the distraction I need.

After one particularly ruthless day consisting of four pointless meeting, a never-ending inbox and the to-do list that just kept on giving, I got a message from a friend of mine telling me he was extremely bored at work and that if I wanted a drink I should come by. Said he could use the company. At that point I deserved one. Or twelve.

I walked into the restaurant, took off my jacket, threw it over a stool and slumped over the bar.

“How was work?”

I groaned loudly into my arms, keeping my head down.

“How bad was it?”

“Bad.”

“You poor thing.” The sarcasm in his voice was palpable. “The usual, babe?”

“Yes.”

He rubbed my head and shuffled some bottle around.

“Rough day at the office?”

My eyes widened when I heard this new, accented voice. I lifted my head and moved the hair out of my face, locking eyes with the man beside me waiting for an answer.

“You have no idea.” I glanced over at my friend pouring vodka into a shot glass and tipping it into a larger tumbler.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His eyebrows were raised and his accent was making me weak. They always did.

I put my elbows on the bar and leaned forward. “If I start, I’ll end up complaining for three years. I think I’ll spare you.”

He smiled and looked down at his hands. “I feel that.”

“Didn’t have a great day either?”

“Not exactly.” He patted the stool in between us and I lifted myself into it, turning to face him.

“Wanna drink it away?”

He smiled and looked down as a tall glass on a coaster was placed in front of me. I mouthed a thank you and turned my attention back him, lifting the glass and taking a sip. He smirked, turned away and asked for a Jack and coke. “I’m Chris by the way.”

I extended my hand and introduced myself. He shook it and raised the glass that had just been put in front of him. We clinked and just started talking. I told him about my day, trying not to unload too much on a complete stranger. He told me he had just moved here and was meant to be having dinner with some friends but preferred the conversation he was having here. Less pretentious.

One drink turned into three, which turned into five and Chris wasn’t holding up so well. A friend of his came to the bar, telling him they were leaving and asked if he wanted a ride. He told them he’d be alright and wished them a good night. I have to admit, it felt kind of nice.

By drink number seven, it was obvious to both me and my friend that Chris had had enough. His speech was slurring, he was giggling at every little thing and what was coming out of his mouth could only be defined as complete nonsense.

“Time to take our little friend home I think.” The bar was closing and there were only a couple of people left in the restaurant so we would have to leave soon anyway.

I put my jacket on and helped Chris into his, said goodnight to my friend and stumbled out into the cold street. I asked him where he lived but he refused to give me an answer, saying he didn’t want to go back, that the night was young and so was he.

“You’re drunk, dumbass. I think the night is over.”

He waved a hand in the air and started clicking his fingers. “What’s that phrase? It’s not over until… the fat lady sings?” He smiled triumphantly, thrusting a fist into the air.

I raised an eyebrow and sang a note. “There, night’s over. Gotta go home now.”

He held my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “You’re not fat, it doesn’t count! Let’s find another bar!” He bit his bottom lip and stumbled as he tried to turn away. I barely caught him, stopping him from landing on the hard concrete.

I swore under my breath and got him upright, told him I knew a place and that he should follow me. We walked for 15 minutes to my apartment on the other side of the city. The cold air had sobered him up a fraction and his sentences were slightly more coherent.

“This is not a bar.” He whined when we stopped in front of my building.

“No, but I have booze. Come on.”

I unlocked my door and turned some lights on, ushering him in and locking it again behind him.

“Nice place,” he looked around, his mouth slightly agape. Small trinkets from my travels littered every flat surface that wasn’t a dining table or a bench. His eyes skated over photos of landscapes on the walls, snow globes by the TV, and the mini eiffel tower by the window, but the elephants on the coffee table caught his attention. “Who are these bad boys?”

I shot him a quizzical look and giggled. “Dante and Aristotle.”

He stopped playing with the figures and met my eyes. “Are you serious?” I nodded and he smiled, turning his attention back to the metal figures. “Where’d you get these?” His ringed fingers glided over the detailed indents, down the trunk and over one of the ears.

“India.” I hung my jacket by the door and went behind the bench, looking for some glasses.

He perked up. “What’s India like?”

“Amazing. Dirty. Colourful. Slightly dangerous. Beautiful.”

He stood up and tilted his head. “A mixed review?”

I shrugged. “I loved it there but it wasn’t exactly how it’s depicted in Bollywood movies.” I handed him a glass of water while he nodded knowingly. He smelt the top and pursed his lips, meeting my eyes. “Come on, you have to have something better than this.”

I shook my head slowly. “Chris, it’s super late and I have to work in a few hours. You won’t tell me where you’re staying and I’m not gonna leave you out in the street in the state you’re in. I’d like to get a tiny bit of sleep instead of babysit the drunk.”

He checked the time on his phone and his eyes widened. “Shit, how is it 1.30 already!”

“Magic. Come on, you can have my room.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me. I raised my finger and shook my head. “Not a chance.” I turned away and walked down the hall, turned on the light in my room and went over to the desk to get my pyjamas.

He walked past me, placed his glass on the bedside table and sat on the bed, bouncing a couple of times.

“Make yourself comfortable, love.”

He fell backwards and stretched his arms out. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, I like it.” I walked to the bathroom, removed my makeup and changed before walking back into the room to drop off my clothes.

Chris quickly got up and took my arm while I was tossing my outfit into the laundry hamper. “This isn’t right. You should stay here, I’ll sleep on the couch.” His accent got heavier as he spoke, the drowsiness evident. His hair fell into his face and he shook his head to the side forcefully.

“It’s fine. My couch is not the most comfortable place in the world, not appropriate for a guest. Trust me. Goodnight, Chris. Sleep well.”

He raised a hand and held my cheek, running his thumb along my cheekbone. “Goodnight, preciosa.” He kissed my cheek and I smiled slightly before closing the door behind me.

By the time I woke up again and got ready for work, he was still asleep. I left a post it note on the mirror in the bathroom saying “Coffee is in the pantry. Pain killers are in the first drawer on the left. Let me know if you can’t find anything” and left my number.

When I came home later that evening, my immediate instinct was to eat. Nothing like dealing with idiots to work up an appetite. My phone rang while I was making dinner, interrupting my musically induced daze. Throwing a tea towel over my shoulder, I went to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Chris!”

“Chris?”

“...from the bar last night?” His voice trailed off.

I paused enough to tease, trying to conceal my laugh at the desperation in his voice. “Oh right! Super tall, blonde, Swedish cutie, right?”

“Ha ha.”

I let out a giggle and ran my fingers through my hair. “Hi Chris.”

“Having fun there? I thought I called the wrong number.”

“Mehh, a little bit.” I couldn’t help but smile when I heard him laugh into the phone.

“What are you doing?”

I moved back over to the stove and stirred. “Making dinner. What are you doing?”

“Looking for somewhere to eat. And I think I just found a KFC.” He sounded so amazed.

“KFC? No! There are hundreds of amazing restaurants in the city and you’re gonna go to KFC?”

“It’s good though!”

I groaned as loudly as I could into the microphone. “No, Jersey! Find something else!”

He laughed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Ok, ok, listen, I found this bar, not too far from your place. Wanna meet me there in about an hour? I’ll buy you a drink, thank you for last night?”

I sighed and shrugged. “Why not?”

He texted me an address, I ate, got ready and headed out.

The bar was well lit with dark wooden tables and just crowded enough not to be annoying. Most patrons were focused on the football game on every screen spread throughout the room. The smell of beer was prominent. I was able to grab a table as a couple of people were leaving while Chris tried to get some drinks.

Just as he was getting closer to me, the room burst into angry screaming. Grown men shouting “that was a dirty tackle” and “that's gotta be a penalty” filled my ears and scared Chris half to death.

“You guys take football pretty seriously around here huh?” He placed my glass in front of me and sat down.

“Wait til finals season. This is nothing!”

He shook his head and smiled. We watched for a little while but the game was nearly over and it wasn't be long before most of the bar filed out and we could actually hear each other. He told me about his travels and I told him about the places I had been and where I wanted to go.

After about an hour, Chris suggested we go somewhere else.

“Where do you wanna go?” I asked when we got out onto the street.

He turned on his heel to face me. “I don't know. Know any places around here that play decent music?”

I looked around and got my bearings. “Depends. Do you define rock as decent?”

His grin was enough of an answer so I told him to follow me.

We could hear the sound of guitars flood the street as we rounded the corner. This place was dark, most of the light in the room illuminating the bar towards the back. The dance floor was packed with people headbanging and dancing to noughties rock. I looked at Chris who was smiling like he just found paradise.

“You cool with this?” I shouted into his ear.

“Fuck yeah!”

We pushed through the crowd to the bar and I leaned forward to shake hands with the bartender and kiss his cheek before asking for our drinks.

Chris stood behind me and leaned close to my ear. “Come here often?”

I nodded and tilted my head to reach his ear. “Here and there. It's a great place.”

He agreed and we made our way back through the crowd with our glasses. We drank, we danced, we tried to talk and before I knew it, it was 1am. I showed an inebriated Chris my phone and pointed to the door. He gave me a puppy dog face but shrugged and took my hand as we made our way out.

“Ok I love that place!” he near shouted apparently oblivious to the fact that the sound barrier was now gone.

I laughed and readjusted my purse. “It's a great place.”

He grabbed my shoulders and made me focus my attention back on him. “But the night's not over yet, nena.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I'm hungry. Wanna get something to eat?”

I dropped my shoulders. Tomorrow was gonna suck.

He smiled and took my hand, near dragging me down the street. We found a sushi bar that was still open, got a few rolls and walked to the city square. Sitting in the light of the street lamps surrounding us, we laughed as we tried to feed each other, soy sauce dripping down our hands. I took a sip of my coke in an attempt to calm myself down. My cheeks were starting to hurt and my breathing was out of control.

Our eyes met briefly while I screwed the lid back on. He sighed, dropped his head and focused his attention on the street in front of us. “You’ve gotta stop looking at me like that, nena.”

My eyebrows knit together while I examined his profile. “Like what?”

His long eyelashes fluttered. His perfect lips slightly apart while he tried to find the words. “With those amazing eyes in this light; and those beautiful lips…” He trailed off and sighed again, resting his hand on the side of my neck and running his thumb over my jaw. He leaned in closer, eyes focused on mine, darting to my lips and closing them before our lips met.

He kissed me slowly and lightly, pecking at my lips before pulling away and meeting my eyes. I looked for any signs of regret and found none. He smiled and leaned in again, covering my mouth with his. I took his bottom lip between mine and tilted my head slightly. His tongue found mine, working in complete synchronisation while his hand slid into my hair, holding me in place. My hands came up around his neck as I tried to push my body closer to his.

We pulled away from each other, completely breathless but still desperately pecking each other’s lips. He pressed his forehead to mine. “We should get out of here.”

I nodded hastily and he helped me up, disposing of what was left of our food and stumbling down the street, stopping every few steps and reattaching our lips.

We crashed through the door, slamming it into the wall. I tried to reach for it while I kissed Chris, finally finding it and throwing it closed before he pushed me backwards, my back colliding with the hardwood. He pulled off his jacket and threw it to the ground. His hands gripped into my hair, sliding down my neck to my sides as his lips moved down my jaw and collarbone, feverishly covering my skin in hot, open-mouthed kisses.

My hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pushed it up his torso. He pulled himself away from my chest and lifted his arms, letting me lift the material over his head and tossing it to the side. My fingers dug into his hair and pulled his head to the side as I desperately kissed his neck.

His fingers slipped under my jacket, over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His hands slid up my upper arms, forcing them into the air. He crumpled my shirt at my hips, untucking it from my jeans and pulled it off. His fingers clamped into the tops of my breasts, grazing over my skin and down my back until he reached the clasp of my bra, undoing it expertly. His eyes widened as he watched the black fabric slowly drag down my skin and land on the floor. He smiled and met my eyes before kissing me again.

His strong hands curved around my ass and lifted one of my legs around his waist, pushing his crotch in between my legs. His breathy moans spurred me on. He still tasted like whisky. His other hand gripped into my other leg and lifted me onto him, crossing my ankles around his back. He pushed against the door and turned us around. My nails crawled down his shoulders and back while I started another assault on his neck as he walked down the hall to my room.

The moonlight shone through the large window as he threw me onto the bed, watching my chest bounce on impact. He bit into his lip and placed a knee in between my legs, a hand coming up near my head as he lowered himself onto me, gently moving my hair away from his face before covering my mouth with is perfect lips.

My fingers worked to undo his belt and jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to wrap my hand around his cock. It felt thicker than I had imagined. As my hand slid down his length, my eyes widened. I broke the kiss and looked down, threw my head back into the mattress and knew I was in trouble.

He smirked down at me and held my cheek. “See something you like?” His accent was so thick, I could feel myself get wetter with every word. I nodded weakly and pulled on the back of his neck to bring his face back down to mine, my hand continuing to slide up and down his amazing shaft.

His hand gently worked its way down my torso to the top of my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper. He lifted himself back up and I kicked my shoes off before he pulled the denim down my legs. Leaning down, he kissed the fabric of my underwear and gripped the sides, sliding them off and kissing my inner thighs.

He kissed his way back up my chest and around my clavicle while his fingers slipped in between my folds. “Carajo, so wet mami.” I sighed loudly and let my fingers dig into his hair again. My grip tightened when he pushed two fingers into my aching core until I felt the cool metal of his ring on my entrance. He pumped and curled them slowly a few times before adding another finger.

I heard him swear under his breath against my skin before his tongue started to swirl around my nipple. My breathing was getting heavier by the second and I needed more. He pulled his fingers out of my entrance and sat up, licking my essence and maintaining eye contact. The sight alone was intoxicating.

I pulled my eyes away to turn onto my stomach, crawling on the bed until I got to the bedside table and found a condom. I threw it at him and he tore it open, sliding it on before positioning himself in front of me, pulling my legs apart. He aligned his now hard cock at my entrance and hovered over me, pecking at my cheek and jaw while he pushed himself into me.

My vision blurred slightly until he was fully inside and I held onto his shoulders for support. He pulled out almost completely and plunged into me again, a moan escaping my lips. He started a steady pace and thrusted into me, creating a good rhythm of the headboard banging into my bathroom wall.

I could feel my nails marking his skin. My walls suffocated his length as his grip on my leg tightened. My heels dug into his back as he continued to pound into me, groaning and murmuring my name right into my ear. The curve of his cock reached new places and as his pace picked up, I heard myself moan louder.

He pushed himself up and pulled out of me, his dick damn near glistening in what little light there was in the room. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and aligned himself again. “Let me hear you, baby.” He growled.

I screamed his name repeatedly as he resumed his pace. His hands came around and squeezed my breasts, playing with them and focusing on my nipples every now and then.

“Cariño, I’m so close.” he grunted. “Are you?”

“Not yet, I need more.”

He spread my legs and started circling my clit with his thumb. I gasped loudly and gripped into the sheets. “Yes! Yes! Like that!” My hips started moving on their own volition, meeting his thrusts as I started to shudder. His other hand held my hip in place as he continued to plunge into me.

I held onto his forearm and told him I was gonna come, panting and shaking underneath him. He shook and moaned as he came seconds before I did. My walls clenched around him amazingly tightly. The room filled with profanities and each other’s names. Hot breath on each other’s skin. Evidence of my climax dripping down my leg as he pulled out, rolled onto his side and removed the condom.

“Well, that was-”

“Yeah,” he panted, cutting me off as he looked at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. He turned his head towards me and lifted his arm over my head as I rested my head on his chest. His arm came down and rubbed my arm while I traced the diamond tattoo on his chest.

*****

The next couple of weeks were the most enjoyable I had had in awhile. I showed him around the city, taking in skyscraper views, walks by the river and hidden places only the locals know about. Chris was sweet and caring. He was willing to try new things and kept me in giggles. After work, he was there to take the edge off. Satisfying me in ways I hadn’t know since I’d lost the love of my life.

He had two speeds, he was either out and about or in bed. Spending the night in was a foreign concept.

I almost felt like a fog had cleared and everything seemed lighter but going days without seeing him didn't eat me alive. We both led busy lives. He was just fun to be around from time to time.

I yawned as I got into the lift and pressed the button for my floor. I undid my bun and shook my hair out, ready to re-tie it when the doors opened again. I rummaged around in my bag for my keys and looped them around my finger while I walked to my door.

The lights were on and a very tall man stood in the kitchen area, taking in a painting on the wall.

He turned as I closed the door. “I like what you've done with the place.”

I put my bag on the dining table and threw my keys aside. My mouth slightly opened while my brain tried to process what was going on.

His hands stayed in his pockets as he moved away from the bench, standing a maximum of five paces away.

“What are you doing here?” was all I could mutter.

“I still have the key. I'm surprised you didn't change the locks to be honest.” He smiled and I tried to keep myself from melting.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “No, what are you doing here?”

He raised his shoulders. “I'm moving back.”

I shook my head, still not able to get my head around it all. “What changed your mind?”

He took a step forward and sighed. “I don't belong at home anymore. It took me a while to get it but I belong wherever you are.”

My pulse was racing. I fought the urge to run into his arms. To touch him again. To kiss him. To go back to that familiar feeling.

He tilted his head to the side and looked me up and down before meeting my eyes. “Didn’t you miss me?”

I nodded slowly. “Like crazy.”

His lips curved into a smile and he took his hands out of his pockets. “Come here, baby girl.”

I dropped my arms and walked into his, my hands wrapping around his neck as he held me tightly. He smelt like sweet cologne and coffee. I exhaled slowly and reveled in the feeling. He pulled away, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kissed me slowly. His lips grazed against mine before pulling away. I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in and kissed him again.

He pulled me flush against him while his tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, our eagerness growing by the second. My hands dug into his hair and I started turning us around, walking backwards down the hall. He broke the kiss and bent down, lifting me into his arms, bridal style.

I giggled and threw my head back before reattaching my lips to his. He lay me down gently on the sheets and stood up straight.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he murmured.

I sat up and clutched the front of his shirt, bringing his lips down to mine. We slowly fell backwards, hungrily running our hands all over each other.

*****

A few days later, I got a message from Christopher, asking me to come over after work.

I bit my lip in anticipation, forgetting for a second the situation I was in.

My heart thundered in my chest as I walked to his apartment. I knocked on his door and thought about turning around for the hundredth time. I was about to turn around when the door opened, revealing a very shirtless Chris.

He smiled and leaned against the doorframe. “Hola, preciosa.”

I shook my head slowly. “Fuckin thirst trap.”

He laughed and extended a hand, pulling me in and closing the door behind us.

“Can I get you anything?” He kissed the back of my hand and let it go, making his way to the kitchen. “Coke? Water? Vodka?”

I picked at my cuticles, keeping my head down. “Nah, it’s ok, I can’t stay long.”

“Quicky, huh?” I glared at him while he smirked. He shook his hair out and gave me a face I could only describe as one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. He stalked towards me and held my face, tilting it towards his. “Something wrong?”

I licked my lips. “We need to talk.”

“Uh oh.”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Listen, my ex came back the other day.”

His face fell and he swallowed. “Ok..”

“We-we can’t do this anymore.”

He held my cheek, his eyes focused on mine.

“I don’t wanna hurt you but...I love him.”

He exhaled and dropped his hand. “No me importa carajo.”

My brow creased as I squinted at him.

“You want me, baby, I know you do. You’ll be back.”

I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head. “Does it hurt, carrying that ego around all day?”

He laughed and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “What? It’s true though.”

I shook my head, trying to conceal the smile forming.

“Well, in the spirit of being honest, there’s something I should tell you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. “Ok, tell me.”

“Umm,” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me. “I have a girlfriend.”

The shock hit me right in the face.

“Wow, ok.” I looked around the room, anywhere but at him.

“Yeah…” he trailed off. “But she’s not you.”

I finally met his eyes. The big brown orbs looked as ernest as I had ever seen them.

“Look, whatever this is,” he waved his hand in between us, “I don’t want it to end; and I don’t think you do either.”

I pursed my lips. He was right. As much as I loved the man, Chris was...irresistible. And amazing. And insatiable. And massive.

He stepped around me and circled me. “Listen, he doesn’t have to know about me, she doesn’t have to know about you. It doesn’t have to end.” He stopped behind me and slowly rubbed my arms, kissing the back of my head.

“But-”

“Don’t worry, nena. It’ll be fine.” His hands slid down my sides achingly slowly until they came to the hem of my shirt. “Everyone will be happy.” His fingers started lifting the hem. “All four of us.” He lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Felices los cuatro, baby.”

I sighed and turned in his arms, crashing my lips onto his passionately.

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Risks - Christopher Vélez

Note: Hellooo this is for @cieloxcnco‘ s 1000 followers contest! First of all congratulations bby, second i hope this meets your standards lmao. I chose the song sleeping with a friend by neon trees (if you havent listened pls do so its a bop).

words: 1,306

warnings: mentions alcohol/ drinking

“Come on y/n, it’s been forever since you’ve gone to the club with us!” Alyssa whined.

“I know but it’s just not my scene anymore Lyssa, plus I’ve been super busy with work. I just haven’t had time.” I tried my best to come up with any excuse to not go out tonight.

Tonight was our friend Christophers birthday and as much as I love him I just was not in the mood to go clubbing. I wasn’t lying when I said I had been busy with work. The past few month had been crazy, the opportunity of a promotion was on the table and I needed it so bad.

“Oh no, don’t you dare try and get out of tonight. It’ll crush Chris if his best friend isn’t there to celebrate his birthday and you know it.” I sighed, she was right. I couldn’t not go, he’d never let me forget it.

“I hate when you’re right.”

“I’ll be waiting downstairs, now hurry up.”

I got up and walked over to my closet, it had been so long since I had been to a club I didn’t even know what to wear. I scanned over my clothes and decided on a short red dress. Walking into the bathroom I hung it on the back of the door and started getting ready. The whole time all I could think about was Chris. It had been a while since I’d seen him. The last time we had hung out was funny enough on my birthday.

Chris and I had know each other for 5 years, we had met when he’d moved to Jersey from Ecuador. It had been a wild ride these past years with Chris, watching him audition for La Banda, win it, and become a mega star. Through all of it we had managed to stay such close friends. He was always there for me through all my heartbreaks and vice versa. His warm, infectious laugh was always just what I needed to lift my spirits. I can’t remember how many nights I’d call him over to listen to my travesties and he would just sit there and hold me until the tears stopped. The memories came flooding back; Being wrapped in his arms, my face buried in his chest, the scent of pine trees filling my nose. Sometimes we would just stay like that for hours. No matter what he was always there for me. There’s no one else like Chris.

“Y/n let's go we’re gonna be late!” Alyssa yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I took one last look in the mirror, grabbed my purse and went downstairs to find Alyssa and Zabdiel cuddled up on my couch. “Hope you don’t mind, I let Zabdiel in while I was waiting for you.”

I laughed and shook my head, those two were always together. Their relationship was something I envied, they were such a cute couple. So in love, so vibrant. If there was ever a relationship to follow it was theirs. Even when the “fought” they always worked through it in such a healthy way. Definitely better than all of my past relationships.

“Okay I’m finally ready, let’s go.”

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During the walk from my apartment to the club, a small lump had formed in my throat. I was a little anxious to see Chris for the first time in a while. As we walked in i took in ambiance . The atmosphere was lively accompanied by blue and pink neon lights.

“Y/n! You made it!” Chris yelled over the music, immediately embracing you in the tightest hug you’ve ever felt. That familiar pine tree scent engulfed you again and immediately you felt relaxed. “I missed you so much I’m so happy you’re here!”

“I missed you too Chris.”

We pulled away from the hug and i took a step back to really look at Chris. Nothing had changed except that he’d added a few more tattoos to his collection on his arms. It was one of my favorite things about Chris. It was an attractive sight to see his arms covered in art.

“I’m gonna go get a drink, I need to catch up to you!” I giggled. Chris had obviously been a few shots ahead of everyone else. He threw his head back and a fit of laughter escaped his lips. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

I headed over to the bar and ordered a few shots. Each one slowly effecting me until I was finally gone. I sat on top of one of the bar stools and faced the crowd of people on the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye i saw Alyssa and Zabdiel on the dance floor. They were going all out, their bodies working together to match the beat of the music. Suddenly I felt a hand go to my back, looking up I saw Christopher smiling back at me.

“Can we dance?” He ask, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

“Of course.”

I let him guide me to the floor, I turned around so that my back was pushed against his front. Our bodies moved together in sync, perfect harmony. His hand began to roam my body, from my hips to my arms to my stomach. The lights bounced off our skin. Maybe it was the atmosphere or the alcohol but I felt electric. I looked back at Chris, his brown eyes has turned dark. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his. My lips met his quickly.

The kiss was a bit sloppy due to us both being drunk, but nonetheless passionate. It was fiery, his lips tasting of corona and salt. In my head the kiss lasted hours. Even after we stopped I could still feel his lips on mine.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “Let’s go back to your place.”

With the alcohol clouding my judgment, I nodded and grabbed his arm. We made our way out of the club quickly. Running down the street towards my apartment was like an adventure, we both stumbled a little causing us to burst out in giggles here and there. The sidewalk was lit up by store signs and street lights. We got there sooner than expected and made our way up to my door.

I fished for my keys in my purse. Chris was standing behind me, he pushed my hair to the side and began kissing my neck. I finally got the door open and we ran to my bedroom, laughing like two drunken idiots.

Chris grabbed my face and began kissing me again. His soft lips moved with mine perfect. We sat on the bed not breaking the heated makeout. My hands found their way to Chris’ hair, tangling my fingers in it, while his caressed either side of my face.

In the moment I began to realize what I was doing. I was drunkenly kissing my best friend, potentially about to do more.

I broke the kiss, “Wait wait wait, Chris que estamos haciendo? Is this okay?” I said pulling his hands from my face.

His brows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean, don’t you want this?”

“Of course I do, more that I want to admit, but what if it ruins everything? What if we wake up tomorrow and regret everything?”

His hand rose back to my cheek, “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. I’ve wanted you for so long, no hay duda, no me arrepentiré.”

I trusted him, I always have. I placed my lips back on his, this time the kiss was softer, sweeter. Almost as if it was his way of assuring me. There was no turning back now, and honestly I wasn’t scared anymore.

[seasickbaby]

Heat of the Moment

prompt: She (for Liz) - Parachute // “how can the only thing that’s killing me, make me feel so alive”

pairing: Joel Pimantel x Reader 

warning: drinking, fluff and some arguments 

word count: 2.2k (I apologize for making it so long) A/N: hello babies this is for @cieloxcnco​ ‘s writing contest! Congratulations on 1k love, you truly deserve it! <3 feed back is greatly appreciated & I hope you enjoy the story! 

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You were six years old when your dad’s job relocated him to their headquarters in California. He had taken this opportunity to bring his family with him in order for them to have a brighter future. Being new in town, you didn’t know anybody and had no friends. During an uneventful warm sunday morning, you went outside your new home and saw your parents helping the movers unload the truck containing your new furniture. Already missing your old home you sighed to yourself. You walked to the front of your lawn to play with your favorite toy: a small white horse which you named “Caballito Blanco”. Lost in your own world you didn’t notice the little boy that had approached you until he yelled hello in your ear. A little annoyed by the sudden interruption you looked up to greet the stranger.

“Hello?” you responded, sounding more like a question.

“Hi! I’m Joel Pimentel De Leon.” The little boy said proudly with a big smile on his face. He noticed how shy you were and, in an attempt to make you open up, he took out a toy from behind his back; it was a small blue horse similar to yours.

He reached it out in front of you, “His name is Caballito Azul. Here” he said softly, indicating for you to grab it.

You smiled up at Joel and carefully took the horse from his small hands into your own.

“Y/N.” You responded “My name is Y/N Y/L/N”.

The memory held a special place in your heart. Ever since that day, you and Joel had been inseparable; refusing to do anything unless it involved the other.

When Joel auditioned for La Banda you were backstage waiting for him with open arms.

He took you with him to rehearsals and you quickly befriended all of the other boys.

As soon as the news broke out that the band was going on tour Joel begged Ricky to let you tag along, promising you would help out and not get in the way; hence how you ended up becoming the group’s personal photographer.

Joel was your best friend and you loved him.

Which was why you your love for him was a secret you would always keep to yourself.

April 7, 2019

You heard a knock at the door and turned to see Zabdiel’s head pop in, eyes squinting, trying to find you in the darkness of your room. You smiled at how funny he looked and pat the spot next to you on the bed. He walked over with a frown on his face scanning your appearance: big hoodie and spandex on, messy bun and blankets all around you.

“Que haces?” He asked, flopping down next to you.

“Catching up on some shows” You responded, offering him some of the popcorn you were munching on. He grabbed a handful and tried pop them all in his mouth at once, but epically failed, spilling it everywhere.

“You know we’re leaving in an hour for the party right?” He looked over at your not-so-ready-self. You popped a popcorn in your mouth and gave him a smiling nod before turning back to the TV screen in front of you. Getting frustrated by your lack of reaction he took the remote from your lap and turned the TV off.

“Hey!!! Rachel was about to confess her feelings for Ross, give it back!” You said with a pout.

“No estas lista y ya mismo nos vamos!” He held the remote above his head and out of reach from you. You tried tackling him and, much to your surprise, he actually lost his balance and you both tumbled to the ground; he broke your fall by landing with you on top of him.

“Ay dios mio mami!” He breathed out in between laughs.

After somewhat catching your breath from laughing so hard you stole the remote back and pressed play.

“You make a good cushion” You attempted to be funny but mentally kicked yourself after realizing how cringy you actually sounded. He grabbed your waist chuckling and looked at you in the eyes.

The moment was interrupted by the door suddenly opening.

“Yo Y/N do you know where my bandana--- what the…” Joel trailed off when he saw his two best friends together on the ground. Clenching his jaw, he walked out as quickly as he had walked in, slamming the door behind him.

You honestly didn’t blame Joel for jumping to conclusions. If the tables were turned, and you walked in on him with a girl on top, you would have also assumed the worst.

But then again you were confused as to why he was so pissed off.

You cleared your throat and rolled off Zabdiel. You stood up and reached a hand out for him to grab. Once you both recollected yourselves he asked if you were finally going to start getting ready.

“I’m not going Zabdi” You crawled back on the bed but he pushed the covers off of you.

“Yes you are. You’re going to regret it if you don’t, it’s in a penthouse.” He rummaged through your suitcase trying to find you an outfit.

“I’m just not in the mood.” You whined but you knew there was no winning this battle. He threw a black tube top and white shorts on the bed.

“There will be free food.”

And with that you were off to the bathroom to get changed.

You couldn’t deny that the party was fun. You made a mental note to thank Zabdi for dragging your ass out of bed because, truth be told, you would have regretted seeing their instagram stories of them out while you laid in bed all because you were in a “bad mood”.

You danced with Erick, Zabdiel and Christopher the whole night. Richard had found a partner and was killing it in the middle of the dance floor. As for Joel… you actually had no idea where he was. You hadn’t seen him since the bus on the way to the party but you recalled him being quiet and on his phone the whole time.

Joel was upset. No doubt about it. After what he saw earlier tonight he assumed you were sleeping with Zabdiel and was trying to find a logical explanation as to why you hid it from him.

But that wasn’t the real reason why he was moody.

No.

He was upset because the thought of you with a guy other than him broke his heart. But you only saw him as a best friend and nothing more, which was why he would never confess his feelings to you; in fear that it would change the dynamic of the friendship you had cultivated for so many years. He knew that what you two had now was better than nothing at all.

So yes, he was mad. And you looking beautiful hadn’t helped his temper. The first thing he did when he got out of the bus was head directly for the bar. Although he was not much of a drinker, tonight was an exception, he started with some shots and a couple beers. A couple minutes later, he had a blonde sitting on his lap as he watched you dance from across the room, wishing he could be with you instead. 

After dancing el guachineo with Erick, you told the guys you were going to grab a couple of drinks. You started heading towards the bar when you caught sight of Joel out of the corner of your eye. You turned to walk in his direction, excited to have found him, until you saw a pretty girl sitting on his lap. Her hands were running through his brown curls and her lips were kissing his neck. She brought her mouth close to his ear and whispered something that made him laugh. At that exact moment Joel’s eyes found yours and maintaining eye contact, he tilted her head to slowly connect their lips. Your blood ran cold at the sight of someone else kissing the lips you longed for. But you didn’t have the right to be mad, he wasn’t yours, in that sense, after all. Blinking away the image, you continued your walk towards the bar. Grabbing the shots you ordered for the guys you walked back to the spot where you thought you had left them but they were nowhere to be found.

“Well the more the merrier I guess...” You said out loud to no one in particular.

“Pa’ arriba, pa’ bajo, pa’ el centro y pa dentro!!” You chanted alone and downed the shots that were not supposed to be yours. You were sure you looked crazy to everyone else but at that point you didn’t care. Feeling the alcohol start to hit, you started to let loose on the dance floor. You were enjoying yourself until you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind. You turned to see who it was and was met by a pair of piercing blue eyes. The man who had started dancing with you was tall and handsome, his chiseled facial features resembled those of a model’s and those full lips begged for you to kiss them. So that’s what you did. You didn’t realize at the time how dumb you were being, but you were too intoxicated to care. One kiss progressed into a full on makeout and a couple minutes later he was dragging you to the bathroom. Joel caught sight of this and debated whether or not to get involved. He had seen you take multiple shots, but didn’t think you were wasted enough to actually hook up with a stranger in a bathroom. When he saw you had no intentions of stopping he started to get up but was immediately pulled back down.

“Where are you going baby?” The blonde failed at seducing him since he already had a determined look on his face.

“I have to go I’m sorry but it was a pleasure meeting you.” He responded as he got up and followed you down a narrow hallway. After pushing through the crowd of sweaty bodies, Joel found you pinned up against a wall as the guy you were with trailed kisses down your neck. With a small growl he intervened, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you away.

“We’re going home.” He spat out and you could see fury in his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?” You managed to slur out as he dragged you out of the party.

“I’m calling an Uber and taking you home.”

“But I’m having fun” You protested with the sharp scent of alcohol escaping your lips.

“Y/N, you were about to hook up with a random stranger in the bathroom!” His volume raised with each word, leaving you angry and hurt. Crossing your arms over your chest you remained quiet. He wasn’t wrong, if he hadn’t interrupted you would’ve made a terrible  mistake, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

The ride back to the house was long and quiet. No words were exchanged when you got out of the Uber other than a couple “thank you’s” to the driver.

Joel hurried in front of you until he noticed your trouble walking and came back, swung an arm around your waist, and basically carried you to the house. He may have been mad but he didn’t want his best friend to bust her face.

The sound of your ringer broke the silence, you looked down to see Zabdiel’s name and face on your screen.

“Of course.” Joel scoffed, catching a glimpse of the picture.

“What’s your issue?” You retorted, letting the call go to voicemail. Joel’s behavior was getting on every last one of your nerves.

“My issue,” He said as he stepped in front of you and looked you dead in the eye “is that I’m so incredibly in love with my best friend that pretending like there’s nothing there actually kills me.”

He hadn’t meant to blurt out his love for you. It happened in the heat of the moment. His face immediately turned a shade of red and he looked down at the ground, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

There was a moment of awkward silence before you burst out laughing. Joel was taken aback by your reaction but it didn’t take long for him to join you with nervous laughter.

Seeing you smile and laugh so freely made his heart melt. He wondered how you had the power to make him feel alive even in the darkest of times and, somehow, managed to make him smile in the middle of an argument.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny…” He nervously said with a small laugh.

“Right, I’m sorry.  I’ll be serious.” You tried to put a straight face on but couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from creeping up. You couldn’t contain your laughter any longer so you giggled and covered your mouth. You finally calmed down after Joel’s hands dropped from your shoulders and you saw sadness show into his eyes. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad, you just couldn’t believe this moment was real.

Stepping closer and cupping his cheeks with both hands you brought your face close to his.

“It’s funny because I’m in love with you too.”

[alyssaiswriting]

Cien

Before you read: This is for @cieloxcnco‘s 1000 followers contest (congrats babe <3) with the prompt/song Cien - CNCO / y es que dudo que el en verdad te amo como yo, y es que no me creo que en orto lugar eres mas feliz de lo que fuiste aqui // 

warning: none

word count: 2562

ALL WORDS IN ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS

You adjust the strap of your dress for the 100th time since arriving at your cousin's wedding and seeing Zabdiel seated only a few tables down. You can't help but look over at him every once in a while. His hair is dyed blonde again, his curls are growing out and you notice the tiny gold hoops he's wearing.

"Y/n" you don't know how long you're staring but you're snapped out of it by your boyfriend Jeremy. "You okay?" He asks before his eyes follow your gaze. Just then Zabdiel senses a stare. Turning his head his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, your hair is different, and that's the first thing he notices. He still stalks your Instagram so when his eyes land on the man beside you he immediately he recalls the post he saw last week of a photo your "boyfriend" took of in front of a window he knew so very well.

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It's golden hour, you insisted the window being open to enjoy the view of the sun setting, and with your exposed thighs being lit up by the golden sun Zabdiel can't help but run his fingers along them. Goosebumps raise under his touch making him chuckle.

It's been months since he's been home and though you both have spent the last 3 days in the house catching up, you're still not bored of each other.

Laying in silence on the queen sized bed in nothing but a tank top and underwear, and Zabdiel just in boxers. You're facing your boyfriend whilst he's facing you, your back to the window and the sun on his face.

You grab the hand that is skimming over your thigh, playing with his fingers as you say "your eyes look really pretty right now" you release his hand to lift your hand and cup his cheek running your thumb along his eye bags that have lightened since coming home from tour. His look like pools of honey.

Zabdiel watches you through his dark lashes as your eyes travel across his face, and in that moment he knows he doesn't ever wanna see anyone else laying across from him.

"I love you" the words slip past Zabdiel's lips before he can even think twice. well not exactly twice because he has been thinking about how much he loves you for weeks now.

"I-" you can't even piece together the words too shocked after hearing him say them for the first time.

His hand comes up to capture yours, he brings the palm of your hand to his lips placing a soft kiss there. Your anxiety is calmed by this, and you take in a broken breathe because you know that's exactly what you feel for him but your mouth has lost connection to your brain and the words can't seem to find their way out.

"It's okay if you don't feel-" he starts

"I love you too" you cut him off, his eyes meet yours and you smile softly "I love you so much"

A beautiful smile spreads across his face and you can't help but lean in to connect his lips with yours in a sweet passion filled kiss, Zabdiel doesn't want the moment to end, lifting your leg over his hip to caress your thigh.

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"I'm going to the restroom," you say breaking your gaze away from Zabdiel.

"Okay" is all Jeremy says.

You pull up your dress so you won't trip on it as you walk to the back of the venue. When you enter the hallway that leads to the restroom you sigh in relief when you find it empty, leaning against the wall you take a deep breathe to contain the different amount of emotions you feel from seeing your ex.

Just then the women's bathroom door opens and your cousin, sister of the groom, walks out frowning when she sees you standing there staring at the floor.

"You good sis?" She questions making your head snap up in her direction, you step closer to her "why is Zabdiel here?" You ask Emilia's eyes widen "I told Kevin not to invite him," she says.

"Well obviously he didn't listen"

Emilia starts walking back to the venue when the door opens and Kevin steps out into the hall.

"What's going on Jeremy sent me to look for you" he looks at you then to Emilia "what did i do?"

"You invited him?! When I told you not" Emilia shouts at her brother, you walk over to the two.

"He's my friend"

"She's family!" Emilia snaps.

"I didn't think it would be a big deal they broke up last year"

"8 months" you correct him.

Kevin looks at you, his eyebrows scrunched "wow y/n you need to get over it" your month drops and at the same time you reach out to roughly punch his arm as Emilia punches his gut.

"I loved him you dick" you hiss. "That shit doesn't go away"

"And it doesn't make it easier that your dumbass invited him to an event like this, in his suit looking like a full course meal"

"Emilia shut up" you scrunch your eyebrows.

"Sorry but he does," she says under her breath.

"Disrespectful" Kevin shakes his head at his sister.

"Dude what?! You're the reason we're even having this conversation"

Just then the venue door opens and your aunt, Kevin and Emilia's mom peeks her head into the hall. "Kevin what are you doing in here?! It's time for the dance" she hisses.

Kevin rushes back inside and Emilia takes your hand in hers leading you back in.

You both stand by the door watching as your cousin makes his way to the dance floor with his now wife.

Your heart warms at the sight of their smiling faces as the beautiful ballad plays through the speakers.

As you remain focused on the couple you don't notice that Zabdiel's eyes have found you again, your dress sprinkling from what little light is reflecting off the tiled floor.

You look gorgeous and in that moment he allows himself to pretend like your still his like he could walk over to you right now and take you onto the dance floor.

But his daydream is shattered when he sees Jeremy doing that instead. His heart aches at the sight of you taking another man's hand.

He knows it'll hurt less if he just looked away but he can't seem to force himself to do that. He watches as you two sway along with many other couples on the dance floor.

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"I'm bored," you say, you're at your aunt and uncles 25th-anniversary party that they decided to go all out for, renting a huge venue and a live band. Everyone is dress in formal attire.

"We've here 30 minutes" Zabdiel frowns at you.

"I don't care. This dress is tight" you adjust the waist area that is literally making it hard to breathe. "Plus I didn't even want to come, uncle Jonathan cheated like 5 times this is all just a way for them to show off that they have money" you roll your eyes.

"Ok keep your voice down" Zabdiel looks around to make sure none of your family members heard.

"Eh, they all know it's the truth" you wave off his concern.

"Ok well you look beautiful right now and it was important to your mom that her whole family show up" he reminds you making you sigh.

"I know I know" you nod.

"I'm just bored and annoyed that I literally can't eat in this thing," you say.

Zabdiel frowns at your discomfort. "Ok how about we dance for a good 10 minutes make sure everyone sees you and then we go?" You sigh but nod.

Zabdiel smiles, standing to his feet and extending his hand to you. You happily place your hand in his and he leads you off to the dance floor. Zabdiel, of course, being the best Latino dancer to live, is sweeping you across that dance floor. You smile at his concentration as he watches both your feet. Your family is whistling and cheering you guys on like it's a performance and you two can't help but laugh.

You hear a flash go off and you look up to see your mom smiling widely holding up her phone.

Zabdiel looks over at her smiling and she seizes the moment and takes another picture of you both looking at her.

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the photographer for the wedding takes a picture of you and Jeremy and a huge part of Zabdiel is relieved when he notices how fake your smile is.

He finally forces himself to look away, walking over to the bar slash snack booth just as the dance comes to an end.

He orders his favorite beer, the employee informs him that he has to grab more bottles from the back and leaves you to wait.  Zabdiel is looking at the prices of the snacks and doesn't notice when you and Jeremy walk up beside him, you don't notice him either too busy jokingly telling Jeremy he's a horrible dancer.

he only looks over when he hears "I'm going to bathroom real quick" Jeremy kisses your cheek before leaving you to order 2 cokes one for each of you.

You wait patiently for the employee to return when you hear Zabdiel's voice say "you guys looked cute out there" it's obvious sarcasm and your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you turn to look at him, it's weird to see him in person after so long.

His features have sculptured out nicely making him look more like a man than a boy like he use to.

Shocked you don't respond to him right away "I almost didn't recognize your fake smile" he tells you making your frown.

"I wasn't fake smiling" you manage to snap out of your shock.

"Come on y/n I know you better than anyone. You don't like him." He's not looking at you and it only pisses you off more.

"You use to know me Zabdiel" that stings him just like you knew it would. "And I'm very happy with him" You scoff.

Zabdiel turns to look at you now but you've already turned to look straight ahead.

"You didn't smile like that when you were with me. Your smile use to meet your eyes" the purse in your lips drops but you still refuse to look at him.

"That was a long time ago"

"8 months ago"

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"Don't walk away from me" Zabdiel shouts after you, his voice is demanding like he's talking to a child and it pisses you off, you turn screaming "or what? What are you gonna do Zabdiel?"

"Just come back inside y/n" he sighs gesturing to the bar behind him that you just stormed out of.

"You always do this" you scoff. "Do what?" He exclaims.

"Belittle my feelings" your walking closer to him but your voice doesn't lower.

"Then tell me why you're mad," he says.

Your eyebrows scrunch together "are you dense? I literally told you I wanted to go like 40 minutes ago, but instead you wanted to stay and talk to her"

"Lower your voice" he hisses stepping closer to you.

"Fuck off" you spit

"She's a fan y/n and we were having a nice conversation" he ignores you cursing at him.

"I haven't seen you in 4 months" you squint "if you think conversations with her are so interesting then just go back inside and go home with her" you turn to leave but Zabdiel grabs your wrist.

"I just wanted to have a good time and hang out with my friends." He tells you, you try to tug your wrist away but he doesn't loosen up.

"Then go back inside and let me go" you finally push his hand off of you and storm away, of course, Zabdiel follows after you.

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You finally look to Zabdiel who's already staring back you, his brown eyes soft yet full of so many emotions.

"Here you go sir" the employee comes back with Zabdiel's beer, Zabdiel turns to him, handing him a five and when he turns back to you he finds the spot beside him empty.

Turning his head he sees the back of your dress disappear into a crowd.

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"Don't do this" Tears form in Zabdiel's eyes as he stares at the woman he thought he was gonna marry one day.

"I can't anymore, I'm so-" your voices cuts out and you clear your throat. "I'm tired of being alone all the time and only getting you for a couple of days at most of the month" you cry.

"Please y/n" he steps towards you but you immediately step away from him shaking your head.

"I can't" you repeat.

"I love you" He sounds broken and it takes everything in you to not just apologize and take him into your arms.

"I love you too, and I just want you to be happy," you say.

"I am happy! I'm happy with you"

You shake your head "but I'm not" Zabdiel face falls from sad to hurt "I'm not happy" you whisper "I'm tired of being alone all the time, I'm tired of seeing videos of you with girls in the club-" Zabdiel tries to cut you off but you raise your hand "I know that's not serious but Zabdiel I need someone who is gonna be around for me" you pause "we don't even know if we'd even work out if you weren't away so long. The second we settle into a rhythm you leave to another state and this isn't healthy for a relationship"

"Please" he tries to beg but you've made up your mind.

"This is your life, and I thought I could handle it but it's been 3 years and I-" you cute yourself off swallow a lump in your throat. "I can't keep pushing how shitty I feel aside just because I love you."

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Zabdiel watches as Jeremy slips off his blazer throwing it over your shoulder as you both wait for the valet to bring his car around.

You sense someone's gaze on you and you're not surprised when you look over your shoulder to find Zabdiel leaning against the wall by the entrance.

You both remain staring at each other, Zabdiel wants to tell you how much he still loves you and how you don't belong with Jeremy because you belong with him.

You want to tell Zabdiel how much you will always love him but neither of you move. When Jeremy leads you to the car you look away as you get into the passenger seat.

You turn back to look at him one final time as Jeremy gets into the driver seat. Zabdiel can't read your face, he never could when you didn't want him to but he already knows how you feel.

So he turns and walks back into the venue. It hurts him more then anything but if this is what you want then he respects that.

He knows he will never stop loving you and the amount of love he feels for you will never be matched by anyone you give your heart too, no matter how hard you look, his love for you was the best.

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AN

so this was also inspired by Someone Great on Netflix like with all the flashbacks 

I hope you enjoyed this 

now it’s time for me to sleep bc it’s so late, I'm actually embarrassed to say how late it is 

[nailbatss]

Habits - Zabdiel de Jesús

Pairing: Zabdiel x Reader

Notes: Hi, before this story begins, I wanted to say thank you to @cieloxcnco for giving me the prompt. I wanted to write to celebrate her 1000+ followers! Congrats, Mami, you deserve it! This is inspired by the song Habits by Tove Lo. If smoking weed make you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip this story. Stay safe everyone!

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: smoking weed/eating edibles (stay safe children), cursing, mentions of doing illegal activity, other drugs

I spend my days locked in a haze, trying to forget you babe, I fall back down

Fuck feelings. Honestly, who needs to feel anything anymore? Before your heart was broken, all you needed was another reason to revert back to your habits. You needed one more thing to send you over the edge. You were looking for that reason, and he was it.

He promised you that he would never hurt you. He promised you that he wouldn’t leave you. He promised you a lot of things that he didn’t hold his word to. The supposed love of your life promised you were his one and only; he said you were the one he wanted to marry. You believed every word because the promises seemed so real. They seemed so perfect and like he would follow through.

Lies, all of it. They were all lies from the moment they left his lips.

You were clean when you met him. Having just left rehab, and seeing him there, oh it was shocking. Nobody expected a world famous superstar to be in the same facility you were in. He had been addicted to the tour life and everything that came with it. Mainly, they were getting too close for comfort when it came to partying. He was starting to get addicted to the party scene. Of course, he would never admit to it, but he was going to keep that part a secret. By partying, it meant he would get too out of hand with drinking and the drugs. Not major drugs, just a pill or two that you could pop to feel good. Edibles were another drug of choice for him.

Weed, hash, the good stuff, the Devil’s lettuce, the cure all. Whatever you called it. It was your best friend. You were introduced at a party when you were about 15. From that moment, you were hooked. It made you feel really good and you could forget about the world for a while. Sure, you would contemplate life as it existed, but it was the one thing you could rely on. You had some good friends that would smoke with you from time to time, but they weren’t really your friends. You knew they only hung around because you were the one who supplied the stuff. Your dealer was an old friend from school who owed you a few favors. After, he became a regular dealer. One of your so-called friends even. You sat on the back porch with them, the blunt rolled tightly and to perfection. You were a master of your art if you do say so yourself. Holding the little roll felt so natural, the glow of the flame enticing you to take a hit. After taking a drag, you exhaled and watched the smoke dissipate. The feeling of euphoria slowly washed over you as you hummed. You were hooked on the feeling.

That’s the thing, you were clean when you met him. His dark brown eyes captured your attention and made you want to learn more about the mysterious man. It was pretty easy to tell that he was going to be your next addiction. You didn’t know it at the time, but he would soon become your whole world. He made you want to keep chasing him and want to know more.

Needless to say, Zabdiel de Jesús was going to be your everything. You two liked to live fast and in the moment. One night, you two decided to go for a drive, the windows down and the wind was whipping through your hair. The music was playing loudly for you two to sing along to. Your hands were out the window, cheering into the night as it urged you two to join it. Laughter rang through the air and tangos with the music, creating a perfect blend of happiness and enjoyment. There was nothing you wanted more than to spend forever with him.

“(Y/N)?” Zabdiel started to ask you one night. “Yeah?” You replied quietly. “What made you want to get clean?” You two had been dating for almost a year now and he thought to ask when you were both clean. You wanted to talk about it when you were ready. As he mentioned the subject, you started to tense up before relaxing. “I um, I wanted to get clean because I thought that i needed it. The addiction was destroying my family. We were always arguing over if I was going to die because I was going to smoke in a place I shouldn’t. Or they would bring up my aunt, who became an alcoholic because her husband left her…” You became quiet for a moment. “I wanted to start over and become a better person. I was a real asshole to my family.” Zab was quiet before he sent a soft smile your way, placing a gentle kiss to your temple as he did. “Gracias, amor, for telling me.”

You spent the rest of the night talking about life in general. Things were good- no, they were great! You could go to him about anything and he would do the same. You met his friends: Richard, Christopher, Erick, and Joel. They were all great guys, and really attractive, but you wouldn’t be able to have eyes for any of them when Zabdiel had your heart in his hands.

Your first “I love you” came at a rather awkward time. You had come out of the shower and you were dancing to some music that was playing on the radio. He had heard you singing and he was surprised to see that you were in a towel, your hair down and wet as you flipped your hair around. Zabdiel leaned against the door frame and he smiled at you. “Well, good morning to me.” You let out a small squeak as you spun around to face him. “Zab! I didn’t know you were up!” You exclaimed as you blushed harshly. “I love seeing you all natural like this. Gives me another reason why I love you.” That stopped you in your tracks. (Y/N).exe has stopped working. “I-I love you too, Zabdiel.” You were blushing and you smacked him with the hairbrush. “Now get out so I can get dressed!”

Times like that seemed to come so naturally. You were always together and inseparable. When fans found out about you two, (your ship name) was born on twitter that night. Every interviewer in the world had their eyes on you both. They wanted to pry into your relationship to find out how long you knew each other, when you started dating, how you two met, etc. It was irritating, but you two figured out a way around it. Both of you went live on a popular talk show and you answered every question. You told your story about how you met and got clean together. Obviously, the most private part of your relationship remained a secret, such as anything to do with your sexual lives.

“What do you mean that you can’t go on any longer?!” The Puerto Rican man seemed to be ignoring you as he packed his bags, then he turned to you with an angered expression. “You used again.” “No! I didn’t!” “Then what’s this?!” He held up a lighter of yours, an old one. You had kept it in your pocket as a constant reminder. It hadn’t been sparked in forever, but he didn’t know that. As far as he knew, you had lit it up. You weren’t even sure if it had fuel inside of it. “Zab, that’s an old lighter. I haven’t contacted any of my old friends in a long time. I left them behind when we started dating.” You assured him and reached for the lighter. He yanked it away. “No! You’re lying!” There was a tone of paranoia in his voice. The mistrust he felt towards you was seriously hurting you. “Please, I’m not lying. Check my records if you don’t believe me!” “I shouldn’t have to do that! You should have been honest with me. We’re done.”

We’re done. Those two words just ended a whole relationship because he didn’t trust you. He also didn’t give you a chance to explain. No more nights of you running your fingers through his blonde curls, then him exhaling a deep sigh because it felt nice. No more running down the halls while laughing, snapping the wet towel towards his ass. No more stolen kisses before and after his shows when he would perform. No more calling him late at night with random thoughts you would have. No more making fun of the other guys. No more having nights out together. That was all gone now.

You relapsed.

There you sit, a lighter in your right hand as you cup the stick with your left. As you inhale, you think about all the rough times that happened lately, surrounding your breakup with him. You exhale and let go of the past, allowing it to disappear into the night sky forever. The cold brick wall against your back kept you grounded in this reality. There was no such thing as happy endings, or at least you thought so anyway. All you could do now was forget that ever happened. Just pretend the last two years of your life didn’t exist. You were going to move on with your life. You were trying to forget Zabdiel and stay locked in the haze. You weren’t going to come down any time soon.

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Philadelphia Parks & Recreation facilities are hosting Halloween celebrations, from the not-so-scary to somewhat spooky! Have you picked out your costume yet?

THE GLOW: A Jack O’Lantern Experience in West Fairmount Park

This October, THE GLOW lights up West Fairmount Park! THE GLOW: A Jack O’Lantern Experience will feature 5,000 hand-carved, illuminated pumpkins transformed into beautiful landscapes, iconic figures, and larger-than-life jack o’lantern structures. Stroll down Jack’s Lane, a 1/3-mile-long jack o’lantern trail, where you’ll experience everything from intricately detailed single pumpkin carvings to amazing scenes created by talented artists. Live carving demonstrations and fall food & beverages round out THE GLOW experience.

When: Friday, October 6 through Sunday, October 29 (Thursdays to Sundays) 

Where: West Fairmount Park (States Dr, 19131)

Cost: $22 for adults, $16 for children 3-12 (purchase online in advance)

More info: THE GLOW: A Jack O’Lantern Experience

Kids’ Pumpkin Painting Workshop at Palumbo Recreation Center

Join Bella Vista Neighbors Association for their annual kids’ pumpkin painting event. ColorWheels (Fleisher’s mobile art studio) will be on hand to assist little ones with their masterpieces. 

When: Friday, October 13 from 4-6pm

Where: Palumbo Recreation Center (725 S 10th St, 19147)

Cost: $5 suggested donation per child

More info: Kids’ Pumpkin Painting

Pumpkin Patch at Franklin Square

Pick out a pumpkin from the Franklin Square Pumpkin Patch and decorate it with spooky designs to take home. Recommended for children 10 and under. Limit: 1 pumpkin per child.

When: Saturday, October 21 from 12-2pm

Where: Franklin Square (6th & Race St, 19106)

Cost: Free

More info: Pumpkin Patch 

Halloween Hoedown at Penn Treaty Park

Photo credit: Friends of Penn Treaty Park

Penn Treaty Park’s Halloween celebration features games, face painting, flea market, a free pumpkin patch, prizes for the best costumes, and more! 

When: Saturday, October 21 from 1-3pm

Where: Penn Treaty Park (1341 N Delaware Ave, 19125)

Cost: Free

More info: Halloween Hoedown

Harry Potter Halloween at East Passyunk Community Recreation Center

East Passyunk Community Rec Center hosts a magical Halloween celebration, with treats, refreshments, games, crafts... and a magician, of course! 

When: Thursday, October 26 from 6-8pm

Where: East Passyunk Community Recreation Center (1025-33 Mifflin St, 19148)

Cost: Free

More info: Harry Potter Halloween

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark Read-Along

This all-ages, open mic-style read-along of the classic Alvin Schwartz collection will awaken the kid inside you... while still chilling you to the bone! As you enter, sign up for the stories you’d like to read onstage as the original artwork of Stephen Gammell is displayed on the projector -- or, just come and listen to these terrifying short stories.  

When: Thursday, October 26 at 7pm

Where: Venice Island Performing Arts & Recreation Center (7 Lock St, 19127)

Cost: Free

More info: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

McPherson Square Halloween Parade

At McPherson Square’s annual Halloween Parade, superheroes and skeletons, princesses and pirates, and many more compete for the title of Funniest, Cutest, or Scariest Costume! 

When: Friday, October 27 from 4-6pm

Where: McPherson Square (601 E Indiana Ave, 19134)

Cost: Free

More info: Halloween Parade

Glavin Girl Scouts’ Annual Haunted House

Photo credit: Frank Glavin Playground

The Glavin Girl Scouts’ Annual Haunted House is baaa-aaack... so be prepared to get scared! Refreshments will also be served at this spooky event.

When: Friday, October 27 through Saturday, October 28 from 6-8pm

Where: Glavin Playground (3267-81 Almond St, 19134)

Cost: $3 per person

More info: Haunted House

Halloween Dance at Carousel House

A costume contest, prizes, and dancing: Carousel House’s Halloween Dance has it all! The event is open to all people with mental and physical disabilities aged 16 and over. 

When: Friday, October 27 from 6:30-9:30pm

Where: Carousel House Recreation Center (4300 Ave of the Republic, 19131)

Cost: $5 per person (must register in advance)

More info: Halloween Dance

Halloween Campfire and Party at Pennypack Environmental Center

Visit Pennypack Environmental Center for a fun night of stories, songs, and more. Marshmallow toasting, apple cidering, and light snacks will also be part of the evening’s activities. Space is limited, so register soon for this campfire experience! Suggested for ages 6 and up.

When: Friday, October 27 from 7:30-9pm

Where: Pennypack Environmental Center (8600A Verree Rd, 19115)

Cost: $5 per person (email pec@phila.gov for a registration form)

More info: Halloween Campfire and Party

Healthy Halloween at Smith Memorial Playground

Families are invited to come out to Smith Memorial Playground & Playhouse in East Fairmount Park to enjoy the annual Healthy Halloween festivities! The playground will be decked out in festive decorations, and participants will celebrate the occasion with costume making, arts and crafts, and other Halloween-themed games and activities.

When: Saturday, October 28 from 10am-12pm

Where: Smith Memorial Playground (3500 Reservoir Dr, 19121)

Cost: $10 per child, free for Smith members (purchase in advance)

More info: Healthy Halloween 

Halloween Party at Gold Star Park

The annual Gold Star Park Halloween Party features balloon animals, an interactive rock band, art activity with Fleisher ColorWheels, piñata, and more. Put on your costumes and come out for the fun! 

When: Saturday, October 28 from 11am-2pm (rain date: Sunday, October 29)

Where: Gold Star Park (625 Wharton St, 19147)

Cost: Free

More info: Halloween Party

Halloween at Shofuso: Yokai Family Weekend

Art credit: Shofuso Japanese House and Garden

Explore the spooky world of yokai -- Japanese ghosts, monsters, and mythical creatures -- in an all-ages fall family weekend at Shofuso! Families can participate in activities inspired by Japan’s ghost stories while enjoying the house and garden: a scavenger hunt, kamishibai (paper theatre) storytelling, carnival games, and crafts. For something a bit spookier, stop by on Saturday evening (6-7pm) for Ghost Stories at Shofuso ($25 per person).

When: Saturday, October 28 through Sunday, October 29 from 11am-5pm

Where: Shofuso Japanese House and Garden (Horticultural & Lansdowne Dr, 19131)

Cost: Free with admission to Shofuso ($10 for adults; $5 students; $2 for seniors, youth, and ACCESS cardholders; free for members, active military, and children under 3); $2 discount for visitors wearing costumes inspired by their favorite yokai!

More info: Yokai Family Weekend

Howl-O-Ween at Powers Park

Powers Park Conservancy presents: Howl-O-Ween! At this annual event, well-behaved, on-leash dogs are invited to put on their finest costumes and compete for Halloween glory. Who will be the new Powers Park pooch?! Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (a.k.a. PAWS) will be on-site with adoptable pets as well. 

When: Saturday, October 28 from 12-1pm

Where: Powers Park (Ann & Almond St, 19134) 

Cost: Free

More info: Howl-O-Ween

Trick-or-Treat Trail at Franklin Square

Photo credit: Franklin Square

Create your own Halloween-themed bag, follow the map, and trick-or-treat throughout the park. Recommended for children 10 and under. 

When: Saturday, October 28 from 12-3pm

Where: Franklin Square (6th & Race St, 19106)

Cost: Free

More info: Trick-or-Treat Trail

Halloween Skate at Tarken Rink

Visit Tarken Rink for the first annual Halloween Public Skate! Kids in costume will receive free skate rental. 

When: Saturday, October 28 from 3:30-5:30

Where: Tarken Rink (6250 Frontenac St, 19111)

Cost: Free ($3 skate rental)

More info: Halloween Skate

Seger Halloween Party & Movie Night

Photo credit: Friends of Seger Park Playground

Celebrate Halloween at Seger’s annual party! Come on out for an afternoon of pizza, games, and trick-or-treating; stay for a movie night (starting at 7pm), featuring Hocus Pocus. 

When: Saturday, October 28 from 4:30-8:30pm

Where: Seger Playground (1000-42 Lombard St, 19147)

Cost: Free

More info: Seger Halloween Party & Movie Night

Haunted Horses Costume Parade and Open House

Photo credit: Northwestern Stables

Haunted Horses is Northwestern Stables’ annual Halloween costume parade and open house. Guests are invited to come out to see the funniest, scariest, and most creative horse and rider teams, and tour the historic barns to learn more about the horses and programs. Everyone is invited to join in the fun and come dressed in costume! Proceeds and donations from this fun-filled event help sustain lessons and community programs.

When: Sunday, October 29 from 12-2pm

Where: Northwestern Stables (120 Northwestern Ave, 19118)

Cost: Free

More info: Haunted Horses 

Halloween Funfest and Pumpkin Hunt at Fitler Square

Photo credit: Fitler Square Improvement Association

At the end of October, Fitler Square puts on her most bewitching face for the Halloween Party. While the days get longer and the autumn leaves start to fall, the Fountain is transformed into a pumpkin-filled spooky graveyard for Halloween fun and activities for children of all ages. Local musicians play as children in costume hunt for treasures in little toy pumpkins. Free to all, Fitler Square Improvement Association (FSIA) offers cookies and juice for refreshment and are on hand to answer questions about the park, FSIA, and membership. 

When: Sunday, October 29 from 2-4pm (Pumpkin Hunt starts at 3pm sharp!)

Where: Fitler Square (2301-23 Pine St, 19103)

Cost: Free

More info: Halloween Funfest and Pumpkin Hunt

Halloween Event & Parade at Dickinson Square Park

Photo credit: Friends of Dickinson Square Park

The “Fiends of Dickinson Square Park” are hosting a Halloween party with lots of spooktacular activities, music, refreshments, and games... plus a costume parade!

When: Sunday, October 29 from 3-5pm

Where: Dickinson Square Park (1600 E Moyamensing Ave, 19148)

Cost: Free

Halloween Night Fun

Show off that costume, snack on candy, and have a ghoulishly good time at these Halloween night events! (Unless otherwise noted, the following events are free.) On Tuesday, October 31, embrace the Halloween spirit at:

Christy Recreation Center (728 S 55th St, 19143): Halloween Party from 6-8pm ($2 per person, ages 12 and under)

Coxe Park (2136 Cherry St, 19103): Halloween Spooktacular from 5-6:30pm

DiSilvestro Playground (1700 S Broad St, 19145): Trick-or-Treat starting at 5pm

Hawthorne Park (1100 Catharine St, 19147): Hawthorne Halloween Bash from 5-6:30pm

John Anderson Cultural Center (5301 Overbrook Ave, 19131): Halloween Party from 5:30-8:30pm (call ahead to register: 215-685-0297)

Kendrick Recreation Center (5822 Ridge Ave, 19128): 2nd Annual Trunk-or-Treat from 5:45-7:45pm

Ryerss Museum & Library (7370 Central Ave, 19111): Trick-or-Treat from 6-8pm

Looking for more fall fun? Check out our lists of upcoming fall events and apple festivals!

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