#cnco song fic

[anninhiliation]

Better Off

A/N: Richards Tokio Hotel is dead and its best to pretend its not happening. I know I started these in like June or July but the inspiration for these died over the summer. Also implied smut.

Masterlist

Thinking ‘Bout You - Chris

Goodnight n Go - Erick

In My Head - Joel

Everytime - Zabdiel

You keep me in your orbit

Well, I know I'm a hard one to please

Give it too much importance

My love'll have you fall to your knees

I tell them this too often

Know better than to bark up my tree

Just for me to fall and leave

Nah, I'd rather just watch you smoke and drink, yeah

Steering clear of any headaches to start

When you first bumped into Richard Camacho in a crowded club in Miami, you fell in love. It wasn’t even his status that caught your attention, you had no idea he was in a band or that he was famous. It was his smile, his laughter, his presence as a whole was magnetic to you. It was like God himself created an angel and sent him down to earth just for you. But you weren’t the only one who fell in love at first sight. He fell just as hard if not harder for you. His walls crumbled to the ground for you, almost immediately. In his eyes, you were a goddess, and the fact that you showed interest in him, took him by surprise. Richard took you home that night, desperate for more. You guys spent the night feeding the lust and creating a bubble around the two of you. Choosing to ignore reality, and push away the outside world for as long as possible. But the honeymoon phase had to come to an end, and reality penetrated the little bubble the two of you were living in. Richard went back on tour, promising to call or text every night and you promised to wait for him. But his long hours of practice, promos and touring tired him to the bone and your busy schedule from classes and working with long nights studying chipped away at the relationship. The two of you fought to keep it going for as long as possible, hearts still yearning for one another. However, the yearning turned toxic as you needed someone who was physically there for you and he needed someone who had a more flexible schedule. The heart can be greedy, wanting something it can’t have completely disregarding the consequences. So when you and Richard called it quits the two of you promised to remain as friends with benefits, completely not committed to each other and only to speak to the other when you need help getting off. 

 And if we're being honest

I'd rather your body than half of your heart

Or jealous-ridden comments

That come when you let in them feelings that I don't want

I never let 'em know too much

Hate gettin' too emotional, oh, yeah

 Things became complicated when fans caught you and Richard out at a club in Miami leaving together more than once. The two of you kept accidentally bumping into each other, you always dressed up in the tiniest of dresses looking for a candidate. And as if fate wanted its way, he would always find you on the dancefloor and make his move. But as magazines and tabloids caught whiff of the story you went from being a nobody, with a couple of hundred followers on Instagram too now millions of people looking through your posts and trying to figure out what Richard saw in you. Some fans voiced their opinion about you, either to Richard or you. The comments and opinions were not always nice and almost always ended on why the person writing the message was way better for him than you. The words of strangers hurt, you couldn’t see what you have ever done to any of these people just for them to run their mouth. You ended up making all of your social media private and ended up seeing Richard a lot less often. You thought if you could just lay low for a while, the comments and media would cool down. Richard, on the other hand, took offense to your actions. Turning him down once was fine, he just figured you weren’t in the mood. But when you never contacted him again, and weeks went by he thought something was up. So he hit you up again, asking to come over. You complied, and the two of you spent the night between the sheets. He was needier than usual, gripping you so tight it almost seemed he was afraid to let you go. 

 I'm better off without him

I'm better off being a wild one

On the road a lot, had to keep it a thousand

So that I'm better off not being around ya

 When you guys both finished Richard laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. It made your heart flutter, but you couldn’t take the hate this would bring. You liked your private little life. The simplicity of walking in public unbothered. You loved being a nobody. The freedom fame robs from a  person was something you couldn’t handle. Both of your lives were too different for this relationship to go any further. As much as he made you feel good, and have you seeing the stars you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The guilt of knowing the consequences of your actions. The guilt of knowing how the public felt about you. The guilt of not telling him how you felt.

“What are you doing?” you blurted out as you moved away from him

“Somethin’ wrong shawty?” he asked completely confused

 Go on and face it, I'll never be ready for you (ready for you)

I swear my love is a curse, make you handle issues (handle issues)

Let's put them topics to bed and go fuck on the roof, just to say that we did it

You keep insisting I listen to your proposition

I dismiss them all, no offense, yeah

Steering clear of any headaches to start

 Your response started an argument. How you truly felt tucked away behind boarded up walls. He let go of you and huffed. 

“I don’t understand you, ya know that right?” 

His facial expression changed, his once softened look towards you turned stone cold.

“Richard don’t you get were too different?” You tried to reason with him, tried to make him see that this relationship wouldn’t lead to anything “Isn’t it better just to quit now? I mean think about it, what the fuck are we doing here? This is never going to turn into anything further than what it is” 

Richard angrily grabbed his things mumbling under his breath.

“You know what? Fine, do what you always do. Leave”

He harshly slammed the door on his way out, making the bones of the house shake. And you, standing there, wrapped in your bed sheet, filling with regret. 

 I'm better off without him

I'm better off being a wild one

On the road a lot, had to keep it a thousand

So that I'm better off not being around ya

I'm better off without him

I'm better off being a wild one

On the road a lot, had to keep it a thousand

So that I'm better off not being around ya

[nishattazz]

Guess who had another CNCO dream 🙌🏽

Okay this is gonna seem a bit weird but it’s soft and fluffyand its also got me feeling some kinda way when I see Joel sooo...

I can’t really remember how it started but I do remember being reallllllyyyy tired! Like as if someone had grabbed my energy and yanked it out of me! I was in a lobby of some fancy hotel and I saw Joel getting up from a sofa he was lying down on. I met him and I thought about how familiar he was but my tired and mess of a brain couldn’t figure out where from. Forget thinking, I hardly had my eyes open!

We both came to the top of some stairs that lead down to some hotel rooms. As I was standing there, barely seeing anything, I checked my emails and see that someone has been using my professional email to log into Facebook.

“Who the hell is using my email?” I said, squinting at my phone. Joel looked over at my phone and then we looked at each other, both of us barely had our eyes opened like two people who hit the fattest blunt possible!

This is where it gets weird but oh well 🤷🏽‍♀️

I looked ahead at the huge stairs, defeatedly, knowing I had no energy whatsoever to use my legs anymore.

“Shall we slide down the stairs?” Joel suggest like he read my mind. I nodded and smiled. I went first, so I sat and pushed myself so my butt hit each step however it wasn’t painful, I sort of glided! I landed on a huge landing and sat against a wall. Joel joined me in the same manner. I smiled at this carefree, funny but tired dude.

I looked ahead and saw guy with his back facing us and he was facing massive large panes of windows. He was looking at his phone and I tried my hardest to see what was on there. It was the profile that used my email to log in!

“That guy is using my email. He’s the one!” I said slowly, pointing wearily.

“Shall we go and get him?” Joel asked trying to sound alive but it was too late. I fell asleep on him, fully knocked out. Not half a minute later, Joel joined, resting his head on mine and we were both in a deep sleep. Not even an earthquake could wake us up!

And I swear to God! This was the best sleep my ‘dream self’ had ever got! I’m telling you, he was soft and cuddly! I felt so warm and secure in his embrace! I’m so jealous of dream me! 😩

Anyways, a few hours later, and I woke up rubbing my eyes, feeling well rested. My actions woke up Joel and I looked to see who the guy in black jeans and shirt was. Hot damn, it WAS Joel! He was so beautiful! His face was perfectly angled with stubble coming through! Embarrassed, I apologised. How could I be so stupid, falling asleep next to this snack? And he’s a boyband member!

“It’s ok! We’re practically married” Joel chuckled, rubbing his eyes and stretching. I shook my head and got up as he did, trying to not let his comment kill me.

“We should do that more often!” He suggested enthusiastically. Confusion was obviously plastered on my face, “what?!”

“We should nap again! Be sleep buddies or cuddle buddies!” He smiled. Not sure if he was joking or not a nodded along with him not knowing why.

After that, Joel and I were platonically sleeping with each other and having naps! We loved each other’s warmth and security.

Towards the end of my dream, Joel woke up during one of our many naps, which was weird because we’d wake up at the same time! I felt his face near me as he moved a strand of my hair out of my face. I was probably sleeping in an ugly position but his touch woke me up. And I kid you not... his face was like half an inch away from mine! And he leaned in for a kiss-

And My dream ended there, my stupid alarm clock woke me up for work! I’ve never hated myself anymore than this morning! But I swear to God, he really got me feeling some kinda way and I don’t know how to explain it! The warmth and feeling was amazing and I hope I see him and hug him one day! Until then this dream will have to do!

[bxoken-heartss]

REQUESTS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN!

Hey y'all I just wanted to say requests are open for One Direction and Cnco onEshoTs and I'm more than willing to write a song fic (that is if I'm familiar with it)

Drabbles,

oneshots

prompt based oneshots,

gif imagines

Imagines

Anything! You ask I'll do!

Personalized or just with y/n too! I'm fine with both types!

All I need is:

Name

Type of request

Which boy

Any specific prompts?

Description about your character (looks, personality..just a few lines for accuracy)

Genre of request (not necessarily romantic, I write friendship based too)

Type of ending.

Though I have to abSoLuTeLY warn you..I am just beginning to know the Cnco boys. So I deeply apologize in advance for anything that doesn't sound like them... I'm SORRY! 😅 ❤️

PLease Send in some requests! 🙏

[sournatromanoff]

5 songs i’ve been loving lately 🥰

tagged by: @lindszeppelin and @burninlovebutler (love you linds and mel ❤️🥰)

1. “From This Moment On” by Shania Twain — this is my mom’s and my song. my birthday is coming up (sunday the 30th 🥰), and i’ve been listening to it a lot. i am extremely grateful to be alive for multiple reasons, and i’m extremely grateful to have my mom alive as well. “all we need is just the two of us. my dreams came true because of you.”

2. “Burn Me Down” by Nathan Sykes — i like to listen to love songs and imagine myself in a romance story that i make up as i listen. this has been one of them lately. i know that’s probably cheesy, but throughout middle/high school (and even now) i’ve been made fun of or cast aside because of my size, so i’ve done this to give me some hope. “tell me you love me by the way you burn. your fire ignites me, don’t let it fade away.”

3. “Toa La Noche” by CNCO — i’m sure i’ve mentioned this at least once before, but i’m puerto rican (genetically, at least. i was born in the midwest, and don’t have much connection to the actual island). latin music is a big part of my life, as it helps me feel at least a little bit closer to my culture. i am white presenting (though most of my family is brown, as we have taíno and african ancestry), and for a lot of my life i hadn’t know much about my culture. so listening to music helps a bit, as well as anything i learn now. “por favor, quédate. no te pido nada más. esta noche, bebé, sé que no lo olvidarás.” // “please, stay. i won’t ask anything else of you. this night, baby, i know you won’t forget it.”

4. “favorite crime” by Olivia Rodrigo — i hope i don’t have to explain this one, but this song has been on my rotation for a few weeks since i wrote my first elvis fic. “i watched as you fled the scene, doe eyed as you buried me. one heart broke, four hands bloodied.”

5. “Fever” by Elvis Presley — i hope i don’t have to explain this one either 😂 the man gives me fever 🥵 “i light up when you call my name, and you know i’m gonna treat you right. you give me fever…fever all through the night.”

BONUS: “False God” by Taylor Swift — i’ve been worshipping aphrodite for almost 3 years now, and this is the song she sends to me when i’m having a hard time, especially with religious trauma (i’m a former jehovah’s witness 😢). “we might just get away with it. religion’s in your lips, even if it’s a false god….we still worship this love.”

i tag: @babylovepresley @bisexualwvtson @mooodyblue @goldenpresley @lovininapinkcadillac @powerofelvis @samfangirls @notstefaniepresley and anyone else who wants to do this! (also, my apologies if i’ve tagged you before, my memory is crap 🥺)

[wonnou]

21 QUESTIONS TAG!!

Tagged by myself in 2016 :) from this post

Name: Georgia!

Nickname(s): Geo, Bryar

Gender: Gender is hard but she/they maybe? Im still trying to find myself after all of these years so :)

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 4'10 possibly 4'11

Time: 5:27pm est

Favorite Musician(s): Seventeen, Exo, Txt, Pentagon, Maluma, 5sos, CNCO, Pitbull, Daddy Yankee, Mike Towers, Jhay Cortez, Anuel AA, etc...

Song stuck in my head: Mr boombastic (shaggy), I get overwhelmed so easily (Ashley Price), Моя голова винтом (Kostromin), and the PokeRap

Last movie I've seen: Free Guy

Last thing googled: Blue DaBaby Pictue (don't ask)

Other blogs: Alot but I'm not active on any of my old ones.

Do I get asks?: Rarely just by kassidy if that, tumblr likes to eat my asks alot too so :/

Why did I pick my username?: Because I was a soobin stan at the time. And then I ended up changing it to Malumabby but the taglist I was in for a fic never fot updated and so they continued to tag my old user so I just switched it back to Soobinahh!

Following: 1,287 blogs! (And 322 followers)

Ammount of sleep: 2-5 hours on good days (its improved alot over the years)

Lucky number(s): 15, 8, 24

What am I wearing?: a light gray starwars graphic tee, and blue ripped jeans, and white crocs with pokemon charms!

Instruments: Electric Guitar (partially), Kazoo, Xylophone (like one of those baby ones), and Vocals!

Dream job: Grapgic Designer, or maybe a Coder or Website and/or Game Developer (I don't know really)

Dream trip: Barcelona (spain), San juan (Puerto rico), or maybe Scotland!

Favorite foods: Fried rice, Mandarin Oranges, Spaghetti, and Chicken Nuggets!

Tagging: @angelixii @honeyboyfelix @inn1t-adoring @end-me-tm (uh and whoever wants to do it! Bc i dont really have new mutual and these are the only urls I can remember from our old tumblr group on discord bc I talk to yall alot)

Have fun and feel free to compare the answers and make fun of me for it also feel free to tag me in games like this even if I dont know you! Im just bored so pls

[iknowyouthinkimbulletproof]

Thirty questions tag game!

I was tagged by @academia-ashton thanks lovey!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

Name/nickname - Alaizza/Lizza

Gender - cis female

Star sign - Pisces 

Height - 5'3/161

Time - 6:35pm

Birthday - march 11th

Favourite bands - 5sos, one direction, arctic monkeys, little mix, cnco

Favourite solo artists - harry styles, ashton irwin, mgk, yungblud, ariana grande, taylor swift

Song stuck in my head - no body, no crime (taylor swift)

Last movie - Home alone 

Last show - Merlin

When did I create this blog - may 2019

What do I post - Fics!

Last thing I googled - High fiber diet (my doctor’s put me on it)

Other blogs - @butyouknowhowtohurtmetoo @lizzashelpline

Do I get asks - not really, i have some requests though

Why I chose my url - because NITSW is my favorite song

Followers - 83!

Following - 148

Average hours of sleep - depends, most days i get 5 hours but sometimes i sleep 13-14 hours

Lucky number - 7

Instruments - some guitar

What am I wearing - a black t and grey sweats

Dream job - salon owner

Dream trip - Puerto rico (my home)

Nationality - Puerto rican 

Favourite song - not in the same way by 5sos

Last book read - “turtles all the way down” by john green

Top three fictional universes - harry potter, narnia, Merlin

im tagging @suchalonelysunflower @deeperdolan @vanillanaps @calpalirwin @shelswrites @calmfolklore @theshyspy @talkfastromance4 @moontheweirdpan @daviddoburrito @irwinkitten @loveroflrh @avenging-fandoms @ughitsbaby @sexgodashton 

[anninhiliation]

Circles

60 Follower Writing Challenge @you-kinda-smell-like-christmas

Congratulations on the 60 followers!😍🥰😈 I bet you have so many more by now (Since this started like a month ago sdhfjksfhskj)😈👀🥵

Masterlist     Going Under

Wordcount: 2.6k+

We couldn't turn around

'Til we were upside down

I'll be the bad guy now

“Why am I mad?” I huffed as I angrily tossed my purse on the kitchen counter “Oh I don’t know, maybe because I caught my boyfriend staring at another girl’s chest practically drooling then had the audacity to walk over to her to flirt as if I was nothing as if we were nothing! I swear to god every time you leave for tour you probably bring some whore into bed with you!” I fumed as I walked away from him

I noticed his body language stiffen, as my last words burned his ears. Chris tried to remain calm, as he placed his keys on the small metal hook. He took a deep breath before turning to face me.

“Nena are you jealous?” Chris questioned in an accusing tone as he followed close behind me into the family room "that girl was a fan and I was just saying hi” he explained trying to lessen the tension as I continued to walk away, towards the foyer.

“Yea just saying hi with all those arm touches, looking her up and down, kissing her cheek- I swear to god Chris if I wasn’t there you would have probably let her come to bed with you!” I shouted as I took off my heels placing them in the small closet and rubbed my feet.

“Mi Amor I'm sorry, I promise it was all harmless” Chris sighed as he placed his hands on my shoulders, going in to massage them "Vos sabes que yo te amo y nunca quiero hacer algo para lastimarte"

I flinched away, moving his hands away from me and walked up the stairs. 

"Stop lying to me, and to you because we both know none of that is true” I mumbled from halfway up the stairs

But no, I ain't too proud

I couldn't be there

Even when I try

You don't believe it

I had locked myself in our shared bedroom and proceeded with my night routine. Before getting into bed I heard a soft knock on the door. 

“Chris” I whined “I’m done with this for the night”

“Nena, can we please talk about this?” He pleaded as I rolled to my side facing away from the door

“Chris I’m done for the night” I sighed

“Can you at least open the door...por favor nena” Chris implored

“Can’t you just sleep on the couch tonight  I don’t want to deal with this anymore” I groaned

I heard Chris mumble something from outside the door before turning away and going back downstairs. 

We do this every time

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

I tossed and turned all night unable to fall asleep with the fight with Chris still beating through my thoughts. I huffed as I tore the covers off of me, slipping on one of Chris’s sweatshirts and opened the door. Guilt pooled my body as I saw a now cold tea mug on the ground. I sighed, picking it up and making my way downstairs. Chris laid sound asleep on the white couch in the living room. I placed the cup on the coffee table and snuggled in next to him. His arm instinctively wrapped around my lower waist and held me close. I melted under his touch, as I heard him let out a content sigh. 

“Chris?” I almost inaudibly whispered

“¿Si?” He mumbled 

I wiggled around under his arm, turning to face him. His sleepy big brown eyes met mine as he waited for me to continue. My hand intertwined with his high lighted locks as I gently played with his hair. 

“I’m sorry mi amor” I sighed “I overreacted”

One thing lead to another, and our lips came crashing onto each other. My leg wrapped around his waist as Chris moved making me fall onto my back as he hovered his body over mine. He kissed my neck hitting my sweet spot making a soft whimper escape my lips. Chris tugged my sweatshirt off, as I yanked off his shirt. He kissed my collar bone and down my body. Heat flooded down to my core as I tugged on his locks begging for more. 

“Papi...I need you” I moaned as fingers grabbed the hem of my panties

“Fuck Nena” He groaned as he pulled the fabric down exposing my soaked entrance slipping a finger in drowning it in my arousal. 

He nipped my inner thighs before kitten licking my wet folds sending me on a cloud of pleasure. 

“Chris” I whimpered as I tugged on his soft locks 

He tugged on my bundle of nerves before drawing stars on it. My headshot back as my toes curled as he did all the right things to my core. Slipping two fingers in and curling them at the right angle. 

“Papi” I whimpered 

Chris changed the pattern to figure eights as he pumped harder. Two fingers stretched me out nicely enough to please me, but not enough to fulfill me tonight. 

“Papi I need more...I need you inside me” I begged as I grew desperate

He let out a groan as he pulled his mouth away from me. Chris lowered his boxers and wasted no time inserting himself inside me. I let out a fulfilled moan and scratched down his back as his first thrust threw me into the stars. We kissed desperately letting out all of our unspoken emotions. His tip pounded into my inner sweet spot as he moved his lips to my lower neck. A knot formed in my lower stomach as he nipped my warm skin. 

“Papi...I’m close” I whimpered as my hands found their way back into his hair

“Cum for me nena” He grunted as his thrusts lost their tempo

I let the knot to snap, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My thighs shook and toes curled as Chris rode me out. His name escaped my lips as I hit my highest point. I felt a warm liquid shoot inside me as Chris let go of his own orgasm. He slowly pulled out of me and laid back down next to me. His arm grabbed my lower ribcage and pulled me closer. My head snuggled on to his other bicep as he kissed the top of my head.

“Te amo nena” He whispered before the two of us drifted off to sleep

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

We went three consecutive days after that without fighting, arguing, or bickering at each other. Tonight, we decided to celebrate how well their promos were going and hit the club. As soon as the door opened, the Latin music enveloped everyone's ears. Chris ordered us a drink, which turned into two, then three. I grinded on him, as the music possessed my body and the alcohol pumped through my veins. I barely noticed he left my side when a warm pair of hands wrapped around my waist making my hips sway onto his. 

“I've been watching you all night and damn ma you got some moves” an unfamiliar voice growled in my ear

“Chris your voice sounds funny” I giggled 

But before I could piece together that the man standing behind me wasn't Chris, my arm was yanked and I was pulled off the dance floor. 

“Nena I leave you alone for one second and you already find yourself someone new? Yet, I am the one who is always accused of bringing someone back to the hotel with me, and that I am the cheater!” Chris huffed as we walked outside of the club “I swear to god, nena I have never even kissed a fan on the cheek and I take your hurtful words and never say anything! But I am tired of this double standard you set up.” By the end of his rant, Chris was left panting and red. 

His words felt like someone had shoved a knife through me and twisted it. His facial expression, the darkness in his eyes petrified me to the point where  I ran off. I hid in the crowds of people hearing him scream my name. 

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away, run away

I stopped running when I reached my favorite diner. The warm familiar smell and faces soothed my nerves. As a hostess who always took the night shifts walked me to my usual table. 

“I’m surprised you and your boyfriend didn’t come in here together tonight. He’s been waiting for you ya’know” She cheered with a friendly smile as she walked me to my booth

My breathing hitched as I saw Chris look up at me from the booth. He was less tense than before, as he watched me slide into the opposite end of the booth.

“What are you doing?” I questioned 

“Nena, I've been thinking for a while and we need to talk” He sighed as his hand rubbed his face and dragged it down, a thing he only did was he was nervous and stressed.

Let go

I got a feeling that it's time to let go

I say so

I knew that this was doomed from the get-go

I bit my bottom lip and bounced my leg quietly as I felt bad news headed my way.

“What is it?” I finally questioned as I toyed with the menu trying to distract myself from what was yet to come

“Lo Siento cariño” He sighed dodging my eye contact “but we need to break up.” he finally choked out as he looked out the window

“What? Why?” I gasped, thinking back to all the times we broke up in the past.

 But this time he sounded and acted differently, sending a pit to my stomach. 

“Nena...all we do is fight.” He explained making me quirk an eyebrow “We are always arguing, pissing the other one-off, estoy cansado nena.”

“We always make up  at the end of every fight” I quietly protested

You thought that it was special, special

But it was just the sex though, the sex though

And I still hear the echoes (the echoes)

“Nena we never made up we just fuck” Chris pointed out locking eyes with me

I broke eye contact looking down at my hands, fidgeting one of my rings. He was right after every argument one of us would come crawling back to the other apologizing and the apology would always end in us cumming. The sex was always intense, as the two of us would let out all of our pent up anger, and other bottled emotions. 

“You’re acting different this time” I blurted out “Is this...the last time?”

“I’m afraid so nena...we are no good for each other and it has to end” He stated grimly

I got a feeling that it's time to let it go

Let it go

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

After that night, I took all of my things and moved out staying in with a friend until I found my new apartment in the middle of the city. We never texted or called after our agreement to stay away from each other for our own health. He even blocked me on all social media platforms canceling out any temptations we might have had. Three months had gone by since I last saw Chris and even started moving on. My life was going great until I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and my heart sunk to the ground. Chris awkwardly stood in my doorway, taking in the new environment and subtle changes I did to my appearance.  

“Hey nena” he finally spoke as I moved away letting him in.

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

“What are you doing here Chris?” I puzzled as I closed the door crossing my hands over my chest

“I missed you nena” He started once again, we picked up where we left off. He slammed me against the wall, in a pang of desperate hunger. 

“Fuck nena” He groaned as he lifted my hair and nipped my neck remembering where my sweet spot was.

I melted under his touch, feeling a pool forming between my legs. We quickly ripped off each other’s clothes throwing them aimlessly around the apartment slowly making it to the bedroom. Chris pushed me to the bed as he slammed himself inside me. It had been months since I’ve had him and his full size inside me, making me wince a little. Chris noticed as he kept himself slow letting me adjust before going at our old pace. The sex was rough and quick, as we desperately chased our relief wanting to see the familiar galaxy the two of us sent each other to.

Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through

It's only me, what you got to lose?

Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do?

It's only me, let it go

I laid on his chest, tracing his tattoo as I listened to his heartbeat calm down. 

“Chris...can I ask you something?” I started trying to muster up some courage to find the truth

“Whats up nena?” He responded as his hand softly rubbed my lower back

“Did you come back for sex or for me?” I blurted out as I looked him in the eye “I hate to ask like that because its been three months and I need to know” I cut myself off not wanting to mention I had gone on a few dates with someone and it seemed like he would want to take things to the next level and officially start dating.

“Nena I came back for you...it was hard to find you” Chris whispered as he kissed the top of my head “I missed you so much nena”

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

I woke up to the sun gently piercing through the shades and a missing body that was supposed to be next to me. 

“Chris?” I called out 

No response, making me jump out of the bed taking the bed sheet with me. 

“Chris?” I called out again, as I searched around the apartment. 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed he was nowhere to be found and not a single text or scribbled note was left. Feeling like a complete idiot I decided to reach out to him. 

What the hell I thought when my text didn’t go through

I hit his number and decided to call instead but was sent straight to voice mail. Confused, I checked his Instagram and he still had me blocked. Tears flooded my eyes when I pieced everything together. He did not come back to build a new relationship. He came back because he caught the scent of me starting something new with someone new. I had been moving on from him and he couldn’t handle that, so he came back into my life just to leave again.

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away, run away

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Blind Date | Richard Camacho

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Hola mis papas fritas! Felíz día de San Valentín/Happy Valentines Day! I hope you guys enjoy this little thing I whipped up for y’all! 

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Maybe I should start off with a greeting like “Nice to meet you, I’m Richard”? No, that’s too formal. It’s a blind date, not a business meeting. Be natural, it’s not like you haven’t dated anyone before it’s just… been a while. I heard the little ring of a bell as I walked into the coffee shop and ordered myself a drink.

“Hi, can I get a black coffee please?” I asked the lady as she immediately started working on my drink. I looked down at the flower in my hand and softly smiled. Maybe this will go good. After a few moments, she handed me my drink and I took out my wallet and handed her the money.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the coffee and took a small sip. “Who’s the flower for?” She asked as she started counting the money in front of me. “Oh, the rose? Uh haha I’m here for a blind date. It’s so I can find her. She said they’re her favorite kind of flower. I wanted to make a good first impression, you know?”

“Oh, really? That’s so sweet.” She smiled and leaned a bit against the counter as I nodded. “Have you, by any chance, seen a woman with a box of chocolates? They’re.. my favorites..” She nodded and pointed off into the back corner. “A woman walked in with a small box of chocolates a few minutes ago.”

I strengthened my back and cleared my throat. “Thank you. Wish me luck. Let’s hope she’s the one, right?” She handed me the extra change and I shook my head. “Keep the change.” We smiled at each other as I made my way over to the mystery woman. I really hope this date goes well. I haven’t gone on one of them since.. wait.. no way..

I walked up to the table and there she was. This can’t actually be her, can it?

“Oh, wow..” I spoke as I stood next to her table. She looked up at me and smiled. “Oh my..” She stood up and granted me with a hug, placing my drink on her table. “What are you doing here? How long has it been?” I asked her. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” She laughed as she pulled away and looked at me.

“Oh, yeah I’m supposed to be on a blind date. Christopher set it up for me. He said I need to put myself out there again or something like that in his rallying speech before I left.”

“Really? What a coincidence. I’m actually uh on a blind date too. Daniella actually did this for me.” She spoke. “Today? Huh, how weird is that?” We stood silent for a moment before I looked down at the gift in her hands. “Ohh.. you have.. chocolates..” I stated as I looked at the box.

They were my favorite kind.

“It’s not – its not you, is it?” I asked, not sure how I should react. She looked at the flower in my hands and then back to her box of sweets before she slowly glanced up at me. “You’re my blind date?” She stayed silent and nodded. “Wait, did you know?”

“No, I didn’t. Did you?” She asked as I shook my head. “No.” I thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that Chris and Dani had set the both of us up. “Aahh they’re.. um meddling, again. Best friends, right?” She awkwardly laughed and swayed from side to side. Well, this is not how I thought this night would go.

“Right, well.. I – I’ll go..” She brought her hand down to my cup of coffee and handed it to me. “Oh, yeah my coffee.. right.” I took the cup from her hands and felt her skin against mine for a split moment. God, I…

“Do you maybe want to um.. sit with me?” She asked. “Only if you’re okay with that.” I responded as she nodded. “Yeah, I mean.. it’s just us, right? We know each other..” I looked between her and the table, not really sure if I should take this. What’s the harm, right? It’s just us catching up a bit.

“I’ll finish this and then I’ll go. I don’t want you to feel awkward.” We sat back down at the table as I picked up my drink, taking a small sip of the hot beverage. “I guess the rose is you then.” I handed her the flower as she took it from my fingers. “Oh, thank you.. uh the chocolates are yours.” She slid them across the table and I took them. So much for making a good first impression.

“It’s uh.. crazy.. we were almost married and I don’t even know what to talk to you about anymore..” I stated. “I know.” She softly smiled at me. “So… how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, actually. School’s been difficult, but I’m working through it and passing all of my classes.” She smiled. “I’m glad, I really really am. You deserve it.”

“How about you? How have you been?”

“Me? Oh yeah I’ve just been in and out of rehearsals and interviews and.. I don’t know. The house is.. too quiet to face some days. It’s not the same when you don’t have anyone to come home to.” It stayed quiet as I took another small sip of my drink. She looks so beautiful.. looking at the rose in her hands. I wish we were a couple again.

“I uh took your advice about the apartment though. I put it up for sale..” She looked back up at me. “Really?” I nodded.“Yeah, just need a change. Besides, my neighbors are getting worse.. well, their teen is. The parents went on a cruise the other night and their kid had a party. He played the same song over and over again and I rolled over to – to nudge you to go tell him to turn the music down because you always did the confronting and I think the teenager liked you more than he ever liked me, but.. you weren’t there.” I couldn’t help the sad smile that came onto my face. “I forget sometimes.” I chuckled.

“I know the feeling.” She said. I have to remember that she’s not mine anymore. “So, what bring you back here? The last time I saw you, I left you at the airport with your suitcase and you promised you wouldn’t come back until you completed your traveling bucket list.”

“Oh, well I’ve actually gone to almost every country on my list.” She spoke, smiling. “Oh wow.” She took out her phone and started showing me some of the places where she’s been.

“Did you go to our spot again in Paris? I like to imagine you stood on the Pondesar with some bolt cutters as you frantically search for our padlock. I know the city took the locks down a few years ago because of the stability of the bridge, but the idea made me laugh.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course you would think that.”

“Where else did you go? Did you make it to London and have tea with the Queen?” I joked as she let out a laugh. “No, I didn’t. She was.. unavailable.”

“Yeah she must’ve heard you were coming to the palace, closed the curtains and hurried out the back door to one of her other estates.” She reached over and playfully punched me. “Shut up.” She laughed. I’ve missed this.

“Do you remember what we did to your spoiled cousin when she showed up at your house? The one with the bratty kids?” She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Oh my God, yes! I remember.”

“You army crawled out of the living room so she wouldn’t see you move through the blinds. I swear, it was like Mission Impossible! And she called your mother to complain we deliberately gone out to avoid her.”

“I just didn’t feel like dealing with her shit that day.” She smiled as I continued to think about all of the times we’ve had. “We had some fun together, didn’t we?” She nodded. “We sure did.” Another memory popped into my head. One that I know she’ll definitely remember and get embarrassed about.

“I think the best one was the famous trip to Disney when I bent down to tie my shoelaces outside the Cinderella castle. You thought I was proposing..” Her face immediately turned red as she covered up her face. “Oh no, don’t bring that image back into my mind.” She laughed.

“All those strangers gathering around waiting for me to pull out the ring and you were just oblivious to it all watching the fireworks. I’m sure only dogs could hear that squeal when you noticed. You started shouting “Yes!” and I just looked up clueless.” I clapped my hands as I was laughing.

“It was perfect too! You can’t just do that, in fucking Disney World, and tease somebody like that.” She chuckled. “I don’t think you or your mom ever forgave me for that.” I smiled.

“Watching your face fall and you realized there wasn’t a proposal almost made me want to say it was, that I’d forgotten the ring. I mean, I didn’t forget it. The ring was in the bottom of my sock drawer back at home. I wanted to wait until New Year’s Eve, but I realized Disney would have been perfect. You were so happy in that moment..”

Now all that’s left of us is memories of our past together. Oh, how I wish I could go back in time and stop us from breaking up.

“Well, I’d ask if you were seeing somebody, but I guess I know the answer to that.” She nodded and looked around the café we were at. “If I’m honest, this is the first time I’ve attempted dating since we broke up.” She looked back at me after my little confession. I have to say this. If not now, then when?

“The truth is.. I miss you. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I’ve missed you a lot. Seeing the postcards that you sent our friends.. it made me realize I wanted to be there with you.” I paused for a second, afraid of what she’ll say. “I know you wanted to go out into the world and find out who you are, which makes sense. We’ve been together for so long and we needed to see other people and grow up, I get that but it doesn’t mean..”

Here we go. I took a deep breathe and sighed, looking back into her eyes. “It doesn’t mean I stopped being in love with you.” I said it and there’s no taking it back now. I just needed her to know, at least once. “I’m just.. glad I got to see you again. You look so much happier now. I know you didn’t come here for some declaration of love, you came for a fresh start. A blind date, the start of something brand new.”

She smiled and looked down at the rose in front of her, my coffee completely forgotten. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.” I wish I could call her mine again. I was being honest when I said all of those things. I just… miss her. So. Much.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” My heart ached at the thought of this blind date of ours ending. She shook her head. “No I don’t um mind getting another drink.”

“If you want to. You want to reminisce some more?” I smiled and thought of how to make this more interesting. “How about we.. how about we head off to the beach? We can go and see if the little ice cream shack is still there. I haven’t been in a while. It was always your special place.” She thought about it for a moment before responding.

“Is this still a date?”

“Well, I guess that’s your call to make. I – .. I’d love for this to be our second chance at a first date. How about.. we start over? Forget everything that happened before.” She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. Her lips look so kissable…

“Mhmm..”

“I’m serious! I think this could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” I cleared my throat and held out my hand. “Hello, I’m Richard and I think I could spend the rest f my life looking into your eyes.” She burst out laughing at my comment. “Was that too much?” I smiled as she nodded. “I think you went a little overboard.”

“Okay! Okay! Hello, I’m Richard and can I just say you look beautiful today?” She covered her face, trying to cover up her giggles. “Oh my God, no.”

“Fine! I’ll stop..” I stood up and held my hand out for her to take. She placed her hands in mine as I helped her stand up. Stands of her hair covered her face as she smiled at me. Maybe this is our second chance at love.

“Come on... Ice cream is on me.”

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

MASTER LIST

Re-posting my master list and making it look pretty

Ashton Irwin

Seeing Red

Part 1 / Part 2

Don’t Touch My Hair

In A Mood

I’m Busy

Nothing But The Wheel

Calum Hood

Smoke Weed Eat Pussy

Beautiful Right Now

Can’t Keep Holding On

I Can Do It Better (Feat. Zabdiel CNCO)

Luke Hemmings

Take Me Home Tonight

Other

Fuck it, why not? (CNCO)

Slash Fics

Wicked Game

Part 1 / Part 2 (coming soon) / Part 3 (coming soon)

The Sweetest Taste

Electricity

Part 1 / Part 2

You’ll Never Know Dear

Married to Calum Hood you share a daughter Lucy Koa, her trusty dog Astro,  and another on the way

Lucy’s Gift (Christmas Fic)

Little Surprises

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too

Poly/bi Cake smut featuring pegging and light BDSM

Part 1 Luke /  Part 2 Calum /  Part 3 Cake By the Ocean /  Part 4 Birthday Cake

  The Ten Hoe Commandments

Multi Character Series

1. Girls Talk Boys / 2. Heart to Break / 3. Slow Hands / 4. Pink Lemonade

5. One Kiss / 6. Jealous / 7. Back to Black / 8. Imaginary Parties

9. Cool For The Summer / 10. Into You / 11. Everybody Talks / 12. What Do U Mean?

13. I Might / 14. Wildest Dreams / 15. Killer Queen / 16. Attention

17. Like a River / 18. All On My Mind / 19. Drumming Song / 20. Eastside

21. She’s Not Afraid / 22. Volcano / 23. Many Shades of Black / 24. I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues

25. La La La / 26. Bright / 27. Can’t Hold Back / 28. Crush / 29. Knock Em Out

30. No Angel / 31. Liability / 32. If You’re Gone /  33. Take A Bow / 34. If These Walls Could Talk

1. Colour Me In / 2. Delicate / 3. I Don’t Want To Change You / 4. Cheers Darlin’

5. The Animals Were Gone /  6. The Blower’s Daughter / 7. Trusty and True

8. 9 Crimes / 9. 100 Miles Across The Room / 10. Cannonball

[perfecting-procrastination]

Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 1)

SO I HAVE FINISHED MY ESSAYS TODAY AND I AM FREE NOW. So decided to start off with a little teaser fic, I was thinking to do a second part to this. So let me know what you guys think! Sorry if it isn’t great I am defo trying my best! 

[]- Reader’s thoughts

Tagging: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight​ @estefania723​ @ericksmamita​ @undeadspazzattack​

Warning: 18+

Morning

It was going to be the biggest night of your life, the day you finally got to see your idols live and you couldn't wait any longer. You travelled quite away from home and decided to stay at a nice hotel for the night near the venue just to treat yourself. Fortunately, you and your friend underestimated how nice the hotel was, as you walked through you realised how well polished the place was. It just made you both twice the more excited. You finally reached your hotel room and you both got yourself settled down. Victoria took a minute and looked towards you, "Oh my God this hotel is so nice, I was not expecting this!". "You can say that again, haha." you responded laughing. You paused and then said "I cant wait for tonight Vicky, its going to be insane". She nodded back and jumped in excitement. Tonight was going to be amazing and you both were so ready for it. You both began to unpack your small bags and have a look at what outfit you guys should wear tonight. You laid down your brand new cream coloured CNCOxForever 21 cropped hoodie with a black lace bodysuit and some high-waisted dark blue jeans that were extremely complimentary of your curves, "This is so cute, what do you think Vicky?". "Yas! I love it girl, Zabdiel will most definitely notice you in that sis" she said while smirking and winking. "Yeh right, there are going to be thousands of girls bro ! Very unlikely" You said smiling to yourself. Secretly you hoped that it would be true, just to have that beautiful man notice only you while surrounded by thousands of other girls would be an absolute dream. After you both picked your outfits you both decided to have a shower and get your makeup on. As Victoria headed to the shower you heard the noise of people checking into their room next door, you could hear the faint sounds of male voices laughing and teasing eachother. You then moved your attention to the time and decided to start getting ready. You grabbed your bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your CNCO tunes on. 

"Tu fuego me sube, me baja como te conviene A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieresYeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) Baby, that rude girl thing, work, work it on me Cerquita donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) Oh mi, oh my God I give my best, you deserve it Oh mi, oh my God 'Cause you got me countin' the ways"

Afternoon

You were always so slow at getting ready and Vicky was always so quick. "Y/N! I am so hungry girl, can we go get food?" Victoria said while rubbing her belly with a pouty face. You were still adding your final touches to your makeup and look towards Vicky, "I am so down girl but I still got to do a couple of things though, is there anyway you could go alone and maybe bring something back?". She looked at me and saw that you still needed to do your mascara along with brushing and drying your hair. "Alright Y/N, tell me your order and ill go somewhere" Victoria said while getting her phone out ready to write my order down in notes while you were applying your mascara. After Victoria got my order down she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, "I am going to drive to a Mcdonald's drive-thru, I think there is one like 15 mins away but it is rush hour time so I might be a little longer sis. You better be ready when I'm back, OK?!". You nodded back at her with a smile. Victoria then smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I only love you in the middle of the night That's when you're on my mind Every time I get the feeling I can't fight And I know it just ain't rightAl borde de perderte otra vez Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él But for now we just pretend"

You unwrapped the towel on your head and let your still damp hair go free. A notification pinged on your phone and you saw that one of the boys updated their instagram stories. You desperately grabbed your mobile to unlock and see what they could be up to. The story was on Joel’s account and he was taking a video of the guys at rehearsals for tonight. However, you noticed that Zabdiel wasn't there which is strange. You dismissed it and put your phone down to go get the hair dryer. *Knock, Knock*

You stopped on your way to the bedside, and thought that it might have been Victoria maybe she forgot something as its only been 5 minutes and she wouldn't have been that quick. You walk over in your robe that's barely covering your light blue lacy lingerie that you were wearing. "Jesus what have you forgotten Victoria, you muppet!" You open the door and turn around instantly to start going towards the bedside again. Not even noticing who was at the door. "I am nearly ready alright just about to dry my hair, so don't hassle me okay!" you shouted. Then a low raspy voice said "Err.. Lo siento, but I left my key in my room and got locked out. I just need to charge my phone so I can order an Uber.". You stopped and took a minute to process the events. You thought to yourself, [I have heard that voice from somewhere why do I recognise it]. You turn around and realised that it was ZABDIEL DE JESUS. [Why was he in your room? how did it happen? is this a dream?]. While looking at him you noticed that he was looking you up and down hungrily, [What is he looking at?]. You look down and realised how loose the robe was around your body, and that you basically had your all your lingerie on display. You quickly wrapped the robe around tighter so it covered your body. You walked over to him and tried to maintain your sanity. "Sorry, I thought you were my friend. What happened?" you said mortified. He smirked and said "Yeah, sorry again didn't mean to disturb you haha. Basically, I forgot a few things in my room earlier so I came back to get them. But then I walked out the door, leaving my key in the room. And I just need to charge my phone for a second so I can order an Uber to come get me as I am performing tonight". You looked at him starstruck, [I am definitely dreaming, this isn't real]. "Urm yeh sure, my charger is on the bedside" You mumbled while still processing. He walked through and went over to the bedside, plugging his phone in. You then closed the door and followed him into the room. Zabidel was sat down on the bed, patiently wait for his phone to turn on again. His blonde hair looked incredible, all you could think about was running your fingers through it and tugging at it with screams of pleasure. You were staring at him intently, biting your lip just thinking of all the things you both could do at the moment. For months all you have thought about was having Zabdiel alone in a room with you. Zabdiel then looked up to you, "You okay, nena?". You snapped out of it and nodded hastily.  He laughed, he knew that he was making you weak and he was literally doing nothing. "So whats your name?", he questioned. "Its Y/N, and yours?",  you already knew his name but you did not want him knowing that. "Its Zabdiel" he said smiling. You both waited in silence until..

"Niña, tanto tiempo ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¿Qué es de tu vida? (Yeah, yeah) Dicen que estás sufriendo Creo que tengo Una salida"

Your eyes widened, [oh shit, A CNCO SONG HAS COME ON AND ZABDIEL'S SOLO IS PLAYING AND HES RIGHT HERE. He is going to think I am a crazed fan, fuck what do I do]. Zabdiel turned his head to the speaker and laughed. He then looked up towards you, "Good song, don't you think?". [Is he trying to catch me out?, If I break character and turn into crazy fan girl mode he will be out the door in minutes]. You took in a deep breath, "Yeh, its alright I guess". He laughed and stood up. "Why is it only alright? What part do you not like?" he said with a smirk. You could feel your self getting damp, he was so hot and you couldn't contain yourself. You could see his eyes going dark from desire as he could tell you were suffering. You took a moment and looked up to him, as he was so tall when he was stood up in front of you. You bit your lip and said "I guess the first solo is a bit average, wouldn't you say?". Zabdiel could tell what game you were playing and he was loving every moment of it. Zabdiel placed a hand above you on the wall, closed in towards your face, placing another hand around your waist. "So you think I am average then?" he said while intently staring at your lips. You placed a hand on his chest, slowly dragging your finger downwards until you reached his belt and gave it a light tug. "Unless you can prove to me otherwise, then yes" you said cheekily.  He smirked and removed his hand from your waist. Zabdiel in one swift move undid the tie on your robe, and the robe dropped to the floor. Zabdiel took a moment to look at your body in the beautiful blue lacy lingerie and it was killing him. Zabdiel looked into your eyes again and started to kissed you. Your tongues were moving in sync with one another and it was magical. He was such a good kisser and you just wanted more. You grabbed Zabdiels spare hand and moved it towards your core, hoping Zabdiel will play along. Zabdiels breaks from the kiss for a second,  "Mmm Nena, someone is needy". You look at him annoyed, wanting some kind of touch or release, you were becoming desperate. "Please" you mumbled. He smiled and moved his large hands towards your heat, slowly rubbing on it through the laced underwear. That material is making everything more frustrating, you just wanted his touch. Zabdiel could feel how soaked you were and knew you wanted his long fingers pumping in and out of you. You began to moan from frustration. This lit a fire in Zabdiel and you could tell it was getting him really turned on from the obvious hard on he had. Zabdiel then slid underneath the underwear and started to move his fingers along your soaked folds. "Zabdiel, More. Now." You finally demanded. Zabdiel looked towards you and moved his other hand from the walk and entangled it in your damp hair. He sharply tugged it back and moved his lips to your ear, "What made you think you can demand things from me, Necesitas saber tu lugar and I am going to show you it". Zabdiel then thrusted his two long fingers inside of you, stretching you out instantly. You screamed out in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach was going to come undone just from that. He was killing you and you knew it. Zabdiel was not holding back, he attacked your neck while pumping you rapidly. "I'm so close Zabdiel, please let me cum" you screamed. Zabdiel pulled you hair even harder and whispered into your ear "Cum for me princesa". Those words set you off and you felt yourself let go. You were moaning so loudly from pleasure you were worried that the people from the other rooms might complain. Zabdiel started to slow the pace down so you could come down slowly from your high. Zabdiel then removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth sucking off all the juices you left for him. You took a deep breath and said "That was incredible". Zabdiel laughed and looked towards you, "Better than average?". You nodded and smiled back at him feeling your cheeks getting red. Zabdiel took his phone off charge and unlocked it. "I have to go back because the boys will get suspicious. So your obviously coming to the concert tonight so let me have your number because I want to see you later bonita" Zabdiel said before leaning in and giving you a deep kiss. [Is Zabdiel seriously asking me for my number like WTF is this REAL?]. You smiled and said "Yeh sure its ........". Zabdiel noted it down and walked towards the door. "See you later princesa" Zabdiel said with a little wink and a wave. He then closed the door behind him and you laid down on your bed. You were in shock about it all. Your idol came into your room, made you orgasm and then asked for YOUR number. It was a lot to process and you couldn't wait for later as you knew it was going to be the best night of you life. And you weren't just talking about the concert.

[myriadimagines]

Wholeheartedly

The Umbrella Academy One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Hargreeves

Other Characters: –

Warnings: panic attacks, drugs

Requester: anonymous

Request: “If it’s not too much to ask could you please write a Klaus (tua) one shot with an established relationship between him and either a male or gender neutral reader where he has panic attacks sometimes and something that really helps him calm down is the reader holding him and singing to him and it’s mainly just a very soft comfort fic (for a song two headed boy or king of carrot flowers by neutral milk hotel give me big sad Klaus vibes) Thank you! I love your writing!”

Word Count: 1,578

A/N: Thank you so much!!! For future reference, I do usually prefer a lot more detail for one shots, but I didn’t turn this down because I used the song and based the one shot around King of Carrot Flowers. I also probably completely misinterpreted the lyrics and I didn’t include the last stanza but, anyway, I hope you like it!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this?

His trembling body startles you awake, glistening sweat on his bare skin illuminated by the pale moonlight glow that seeps through your thin curtains. His dark curls are plastered to his forehead, face dangerously pallid as he tosses and turns, entangling himself within your duvet as his flailing limbs beat against your chest. He whimpers out names, names you don’t recognize, but his voice is strained, face contorted in pain as he anguished cries become louder, eyes screwed shut as he shields his face with his arms, protecting himself from invisible enemies looming over him. 

You immediately sit up, eyes wide with panic as you grab your boyfriend’s shoulders, urging, “Klaus, wake up. Klaus!”

Klaus jolts awake, head snapping to the side as his eyes meet yours. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as Klaus lunges into your arms, burrowing his head into your chest as his breaths become short. You swear you can feel his heart pounding wildly against your own chest, and Klaus barely chokes out in a harsh whisper, “y/n, I- I can’t breathe-”

Klaus’ head spins as you hold him in your arms, rubbing your hands up and down his back in a feeble gesture to soothe him. His surroundings are tilted, feverishly spinning in an uncontrollable frenzy as he struggles to make sense of the world outside your sturdy arms. The darkness of your room feels suffocating, shadowing monsters creeping up the side of the bed with outstretched limbs trying to claw Klaus into the ground. 

You know it’s the withdrawal. You have been trying to convince Klaus to quit using, and his body violently purges itself from leftover substances coursing through his bloodstream. It pains you to see him struggle, to see him writhe in your arms and hear the low, animalist groans escaping his lips, yet you remind yourself that this is for the better. This will make him better.

But as Klaus hears the overwhelming voices of the dead returning, the voices he suppresses with each drug he takes, each substance he injects into his veins, he’s reminded why he dives into the seductive arms of alcohol and drugs in the first place.

The dead are unforgiving, Klaus learned from a young age. They are relentless, hysterical souls left unsatisfied as they attempt to talk to Klaus, attempt to use him as a gateway to the living. They never stop, never quiet down no matter how much Klaus begs them to, no matter how hard he tries to control them. And as they become louder, incomprehensible shrieking in his ears, it’s no longer the withdrawal that sends his heart into arrhythmia. 

You’ve learned to recognize when Klaus has a panic attack. It’s not his first, and unfortunately, it will not be his last. You feel helpless, unable to do anything but stay by your boyfriend’s side until his symptoms soothe, and hope that they don’t last for long.

“When you were young You were the king of carrot flowers”

Klaus can barely hearing your singing through the impenetrable voices of the dead and his own shaky breathing, but the sweet sound of your voice lingers in the background. Klaus screws his eyes shut, attempting to focus on it as he can feel your arms rocking him back and forth ever so slightly, your cheek pressed to the top of his head as you quietly sing to him. Klaus has always loved to hear you sing, after all.

He heard you sing for the first time on your first date. It was a picnic. A lighthearted, naive little activity that would bring the both of you endless joy whenever you remembered it. It was your idea, to enjoy the spring weather and glowing sunlight at the local park over sandwiches and lemonade. Klaus found it endearing, utterly adorable, and he didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so instantly. He had rested his head in your lap, looking up at your smiling face as you braided wildflowers into his curls. The sun hung overhead, shining a golden halo around your head. The two of you always joked you were the Kings of the park, two boys in love with flowers in your hair.

If Klaus tried to focus hard enough, he could almost taste the lemonade on your lips when you kissed in that very park for the first time.

“And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet”

Klaus’ childhood was miserable. Miserable wasn’t even an ample word to describe it. But how do you describe a childhood spent locked in a tomb, spent living with the cries of ghosts more than with people with beating hearts? A childhood living as a number rather than a name, a childhood spent being exploited for his powers? 

Most days, Klaus couldn’t tell whether he was listening to the screams of his dead, or his own screams.

As he grew older, as he eventually moved out and began trying to make a life of his own, Klaus locked himself away in his own tower protecting himself from the dead, where he was guarded by little tablets that transported him into a reality much better than the true one. Everything else fell around him, unable to reach him in his private fantasy, unable to drag him down back to the ugliness of the real world.

You were the first person he let into his secluded kingdom, and it was the one decision in life he never regretted.

“And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor As we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for”

The infamous Hargreeves Mansion was home to seven seemingly perfect children, cared for by a perfect blonde housewife complete with pastel outfits and an almost permanent smile. Grace was a sanctuary, the only warmth and comfort that the massive house could provide while Sir Reginald Hargreeves infected every room with coldness and cruelty. The two were polar opposites, and Klaus always wondered who was truly the robot amongst the two. You would always listen to the stories Klaus told you, the secrets hidden behind the heavy doors, while laying in bed with your hands intertwined and kisses pressed against flushed skin. He would tell you about his childhood while the two of you memorized every detail of each other’s bodies, fingers traced over collarbones and jawlines, sinking into the murky depths of eyes and becoming intoxicated by smiles. 

As Klaus’ heartbeat began to steady, as the world suddenly begins to grant him peace as the voices start to fade into yours, Klaus remembers how he told you one night that your arms are his new home now, how your arms feel so much more cozy and welcoming than the mansion ever was. 

“And this is the room One afternoon I knew I could love you And from above you how I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go”

It was in the very room that the two of you are in now, your bedroom, that you and Klaus had told each other that you loved one another for the first time. It was a moment of unexpected tenderness, given the events that had unfolded before.

Klaus didn’t explain anything to you. He didn’t need to. He had never been open about his addiction, a problem he refused to address as a problem until he met you. He feared your reaction, feared you would leave him and his only shot at love would be ruined. But he wordlessly handed you the plastic bag, crinkled around little white pills nestled at the bottom. He was too afraid to meet your eyes, too afraid to see the disappointment and anger he had seen so many times before from his siblings.

You tossed the bag aside, cupping Klaus’ face in your hands as you lifted his chin up to face you fully. Your smile was kind, a reassuring smile that brought a small smile onto Klaus’ own face. “You can get help for this Klaus, you can overcome this. We can overcome this. I want to be there for you Klaus, because I love you.”

Klaus’ expression softened. “You love me?”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t stammer out a nervous excuse or try to retract your words. Tears filled Klaus eyes as you nodded, smiling growing as you repeated. “Yes. I love you.”

Klaus sank into your arms, overcome with emotions as a sob rose in his throat. You held him close to you, smiling into his hair as he clung to you. You had seen the ugliest part of him, had seen the part of him no one else dared touch, yet you still fell for him, still insisted on fighting for him and loving him wholeheartedly.

“I love you, y/n.” Klaus manages to say, his memories merging with the present as he looks up at you, tears glistening in his eyes. You lean down, kissing him urgently, passionately, pulling him close to you as he finally finds the strength to kiss you back. His body feels like his own again, his mind no longer lost amongst the darkness, and as the two of you pull away and he sees your smiling face, Klaus thinks that he’ll never see anything more beautiful.

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Have a Little Fun With Him//Richard

Notes: this is my first fic and I am incredibly nervous about sharing it but why not try?

It’s for @cieloxcnco challenge

P.S. sorry @h-bea92 the nerves took over and I couldn’t wait I hope you like

I used the song Drown the Lover’s by Ritual “I should drown all the lovers that couldn’t love you more, won’t surface to exist, love like we never hurt”- it was such a good prompt.

The backstory of this fic is based on my real first love. Terrible, wonderful, violent, passionate, young. The rest is all my imagination.

Warning: smutty and my first piece so let’s hope this goes well :)

Word count: ~1600

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It was your first night out in a long time. You had broken up with your first love. A long four year relationship that was completely draining you at the end. Josh’s consistent cheating scandals, violent episodes, and continuous verbal abuse had become so repetitive. You loved him immensely, but you also deeply resented him for the pain and embarrassment his alcoholism had put you through. Your family taking him in wasn’t enough, nor was your undying loyalty. At last you had ended it but now you buried yourself in unrelenting schoolwork kept you wrapped up for weeks, unable to leave your house except for class. Tonight, however, your friends managed to convince you to leave the work and your past behind.

All your friends met at your house to drink before the club, mostly so they could convince you to put on the sexiest outfit you owned.

“THIS IS THE Y/N WE NEEDED ALL THIS TIME!” Your friend Summer screamed. You giggled as you pivoted around to see your back in the full body mirror. A bright red dress that stopped right below your ass. It was the riskiest thing you ever wore, completely naked underneath so there were no underwear or bra lines visible.

“GOD DAMN BITCH.” Your friend Liz shouted as she ran behind you smacking your ass.

“It’s so unlike me, there is literally no occasion for me to be wearing this right now.” You rationalized as you ran your hands down your waist.

“Nope. No. Stop.” Summer said, as the rest of your girlfriends nodded their heads. “You’re wearing it because you deserve to dance and have fun after how hard you work and the asshole you’ve moved on from. Stop worrying. Shut your brain off tonight.”

“Okay. Alright fine.” You grabbed your tequila shot and silently encouraged yourself that you can let loose.

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The second you stepped into the club you knew it would be a good night. With a decent amount of alcohol already coursing through your veins, your inhibitions had begun to slip away.

The DJ boomed over the microphone, “Mi gente, está noche me traje un regalito. Por favor denle una calida bienvenido a mis amigos CNCO!”

Your head snapped up from your drink as you watched five men in shiny gold jackets stand on stage.

“Oh my fucking god.” You screeched.

“Y/N is that…?” Liz said with her jaw agape.

“Yep.” You were a wild fan of CNCO. You were a fan since they were on La Banda but had met the boys at one of the listening parties they had held for the release of CNCO the album, and it had been a downward spiral into obsession since.

Your screams blended with the crowds as you shook your hips to the beat of “Se Vuelve Loca”. It was unbelievable to you how sexy the boys looked. Richard’s shirt already stuck to his chest, Zabdiel’s shiny black joggers clinging to his thick thighs like a second skin, Joel’s long fingers brushing the stray curls getting stuck to his forehead, Chris’s smirk as he thrusted into the air with the lyrics he sang, and Erick’s eyes were exceptionally blue as he smiled into the crowd.

“Saca la fiera que llevas dentroooo…” Joel sang as his curls bounced above the soaking wet bandana that graced his hairline.

You led Summer, Liz and your other friends away from the table you had and closer to the stage. You promised yourself you’d remain calm and collected in the one in a million chance one of them approached you.

However, the boys descended the stage just as you heard the music to “Estoy Enamorado de Ti” and you began to freak out. You were sweating much more than you would and you lifted your pointer finger and gestured for Richard to come towards you when he glanced in your direction.

“Bitch, I think he’s coming towards you. I told you this dress is killer.” Summer diabolically laughed in your ear.

The Dominican moved through the dance floor, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Hasta el amanecer…” His pink lips singing into the mic as he grabbed your hand and spun you. Your hips flush against his as he sang his next line. “Baby, you and I we’re gonna lose our heads.”

You rolled your hips backwards onto his and he grabbed your waist to control your movements. One hand met his on top of your hip and the other came up to the back of his neck as you swayed to the beat.

Your eyes scanned the room and saw the other boys dancing in some capacity with girls in the club. Richard continued the song from behind you and your core grew wetter every second you felt him grow harder behind you. The lyrics of the band you loved so much were drowned out by your breaths growing louder. And then, it was over. Richard grabbed the same hand that was on top of his and spun you further away from him.

He turned back at you and flashed his big smile that you always crushed on and gave a signature wink before he ran up on stage to finish the set.

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“WHAT THE FUCK.” Your lips mouthed at Summer and Liz as they stood with their mouths wide open.

CNCO had left the stage but your hips still burned from where Richard had touched you.

“Y/N I… I’m just… that was… oh my god.” Summer managed to stutter. You used your hand to cover the smile that was beginning to grow on your face. Heat rising to your cheeks as your thoughts get dirtier and dirtier.

The lights of the club managed to draw you back to reality as you picked your drink back up and began to dance with your friends again.

You weren’t dancing for long when you saw your friends eyes grow wide and a finger was tapping on your shoulder.

Over your shoulder was the same dazzling smile that left you breathless earlier in the night. “Hola mamita. I’m Richard. Sorry about before. It’s all about the show ya’know and you kinda drew me in with the…” He lifted his pointer finger and drew it in a few times.

A giggle escaped your lips before you could remind yourself to be cool. “I’m Y/N but don’t worry about it. It’s totally cool, I think we make pretty good dance partners.”

Liz rolled her eyes from behind Richard. “Sexy.” She mouthed as she grinded the air behind him.

He smirked and held his hand out. “Well we should keep dancing then.” You took his hand and followed him further into the crowd.

The two of you began to dance apart singing back and forth to Promiscuous. His caramel skin gleaming from the sweat of his performance before and it only made you more aroused now.

Suddenly you gasped and froze where you were standing. The ex you had so recently grieved was now standing behind Richard staring at the two of you. Richard froze along with you. He grabbed your cheek as he turned to follow your gaze. “Que paso baby?”

“That’s my ex boyfriend. We broke up a while ago and this is the first time I’m seeing him.” You said not breaking the stare.

Richard turned back towards you, put his hand on the small of your waist and pulled you in. “Are you guys cool or should we have a little fun with him?”

Your eyebrow lifted, considering the consequences of this proposition but then you looked into Richard’s lust-filled cocoa eyes. He licked his lips and his tongue lingered at the corner before he smiled. Your arm came up to the back of his neck and your nails scratched at his scalp leisurely. “Let’s have some fun.”

He pulled you in tight so that you straddled his right thigh as you rocked to the merengue that was playing in the club. His hands dug into your back to hold you as close as he could. He kindly tugged your dress down that was riding up as you grinded on his thigh and you hated yourself for not wearing underwear that could protect poor Richard’s pants from how wet you were. Abruptly, Richard laced his fingers into the hair at the bottom of your head and tugged back hard. You were filled with a moment of shock and pain before he slammed his lips into yours. He nibbled at your bottom lip and once you granted him entrance he moaned into your mouth.

You broke apart in a smile as you heard Christopher’s classic cackle of a laugh behind you. “AYYY!!”

Josh, your ex shouldered Richard as he angrily huffed past the two of you. Richard immediately tensed up but you leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe. “We can have a little more fun if you want.” You shocked yourself with your alcohol-induced boldness.

“Ven mamita.” He whispered and you crossed your legs to hold the wetness.

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Once you were in CNCO’s dressing room backstage of the club, Richard pushed your back to the closed door and kissed down your neck. His hands slid down your sides and lifted up the ends of your dress.

“Y/N” He growled as he stepped back to stare at your naked body. “You came to the club with nothing on under this.” He scooped you up under your thighs and carried you to the couch that was covered in the boys dirty clothes.

“I’m gonna make you forget anything that guy ever did to you. Any hurt, any pleasure, any pain.” He pushed the dress up and kissed down your neck.

[anninhiliation]

Going Under

A/N: If I'm crying, then you're crying. This is how this works. 

Masterlist        Circles

Now I will tell you what I've done for you

Fifty-thousand tears I've cried

Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me (I'm going under)

After my one-night stand with Chris, and realizing he only showed up at my front door to use me once again I decided a warm bath would be therapeutic. I threw the bed sheet into the hamper and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the bathtub faucet and let the warm water fill the tub. Grabbing some lilac-colored candles and my little blue Bic lighter from underneath the sink, I ignited each candle and placed them around the sink and a few by the tub. I looked at myself through the reflection seeing every little mark Chris left behind. Little red-violet clouds adorned my neck, collar bones, left breast, and little fingerprint bruises around my hips, still holding onto me. These marks used to fill me with joy and send waves of heat to my core, but this time around it was different. I placed my fingers over the little bruises he left behind, remembering how tightly he held on to me, almost as if he was afraid I would slip away. These marks were a painful reminder I let Christopher Velez back into my life just for him to leave again. The room filled with the scent of lavender, as the candles wax melted away. Turning away from the mirror before my tears could escape my eyes I dipped my toe into the tub and feeling the perfect temperature. My whole body was embraced by the warm water giving me a nurturing hug and calming me down.

Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself

Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)

Not tormented daily defeated by you

 Days went by without Chris contacting me, and I continued on with my life trying to pretend we never had the one nightstand. After the marks he left behind faded away, I agreed to go out with Roman, a new guy I’ve been seeing after Chris and I broke things off. He was a tall handsome man, with black curls that adorned his head with memorizing light blue eyes. Roman had plump lips, a jawline that could cut glass and light stubble. Roman was everything Chris wasn’t, and I genuinely wanted something good to come from this. I slipped on a tight little baby pink dress that hugged me in all the right places, it used to be Chris’s favorite dress I owned. But tonight, I was ready to let someone else rip it off of me and enjoy it as much as he used to. I paired the dress with a Swarovski diamond choker, dangly diamond earrings, and a little clutch. I wore my favorite pair of pumps and tied my hair up in a voluminous ponytail. My phone vibrated from my dresser as I was giving myself one last glance. 

Roman: Here babe

Me: Coming! 

I peaked in the mirror before leaving the apartment, taking a deep breath before leaving the apartment. 

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

I'm dying again

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

 Roman held onto my waist as we grinded against the dance floor. My hands were wrapped around in Roman’s nape as my ass was pressed hard against him. He let out a groan as I felt him harden underneath me. Smirking, I seductively turned around and bit my bottom lip snaking my arms around his neck. My eyes widened as I unexpectedly found a pair of big brown eyes glued to me.

“Everything okay?” Roman questioned

My eyes sprang back to Roman, as he patiently waited for me to answer.

“Uh- yeah” I smiled “everything’s fine I thought I saw something but I guess it was just my imagination” 

I watched from my peripheral vision as Chris observed my every move as Roman went in to meet my lips with his. I closed my eyes and kissed him back feeling him pour his lust out into the kiss. Roman’s hands traveled down my body and squeezed my ass making me moan. 

“Let’s take this back to my place” he growled in my ear, sending waves of heat to my core.

I nodded as he took my hand and guided me off the dance floor. I looked back one last time and noticed Chris was gone. 

“Wait” I stopped as the cold air nipped my skin

“What is it?” Roman questioned cocking an eyebrow

“I- I forgot something I’ll be right back” I stuttered

I turned around and walked back into the club where I knew Chris would be.

“Are you here by coincidence or are you stalking me now?” I asked as I stood next to Chris leaning on the bar top

I've got to break through

I'm going under

 Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies

So I don't know what's real and what's not

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can't trust myself anymore

 I texted Roman I ran into a friend as I was walking out and she desperately needed me. That we would reschedule some other time as Chris and I sneaked out the back door. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I knew I would get hurt in the end but I couldn’t stop myself. It was as if Chris had possession of my mind and soul. We made it to his car before our lust-filled desires came pouring out. His lips clung to my neck as his body hovered over mine in the back seat. 

“Shouldnt...we take this...some were...a little...more….private?” I moaned as my fingers tugged on his hair

“Don’t worry nena” he mumbled as he marked my neck sending waves of heat to my core  

I bucked my hips as his hand traveled down into my soaked core. He moved my panties to the side as he rubbed my never endings sending me to see the stars. He drew figure eights as our lips crashed into each other. I melted under his touch as Chris slipped two fingers inside me nicely stretching me out. The cold metal of his rings sent shivers down my spine as he curled them. Chris knew my body like the back of my hand. He knew how to make me whimper and moan under him. 

“Papi” I whimpered “mas” tugging his high lighted locks as the desire for him grew

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough for his member to come out. We adjusted ourselves in the seats so my leg was over Chris’s shoulder as his tip slowly stretched out my entrance. The car windows fogged up as he thrusted into me sending me into the clouds. The car moved with Chris as he hit my inner sweet spot tying a knot in my lower abdomen. My walls closed in around his girth, sending him close to his own edge. 

“Dale nena” Chris mumbled as he marked my neck

My eyes rolled to the back of my skull as my lips parted screaming his name. Thighs vibrating around him as he came inside me, filling me up with his warmth. 

 I'm dying again

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

 As we came back down from our highs, I wiggled away from Chris and grabbed my panties from the floor. Chris watched as I slid them back on and adjusted my dress. 

“Where are you going?” He questioned confused by my actions

“I’m leaving” I stated as I fixed myself up before exiting the car door “I figured I’d beat you to it and leave first”

“Wait nena” Chris pleaded as I turned around holding onto the edge of the door

“Come back at least let me drive you back to your apartment” He offered as he zipped up his pants

“Fine but you’re not coming in with me” I snapped as I slammed the door and let myself into the shotgun seat

Chris quietly got into the driver’s seat and sped away.

I've got to break through

So go on and scream

Scream at me I'm so far away

I won't be broken again

 The whole car ride I fought back tears, staring out the side window not daring to look at or in Chris’s direction.

“Why so quiet nena?” Chris asked finally breaking the silence 

“No reason...I don’t really have anything to say” I sighed still refusing to look at him

I couldn’t help but think about how Chris would never be mine. This would never last, and it would be just like a dream, only to return on the rarest nights. But all dreams come to an end, and he would eventually stumble upon someone he would commit to. From the time when we used to date I knew he would treat that girl the way I wished he would treat me. I knew for a fact, that if I let him come back into the apartment with me, it would just be for the night. I would fall asleep in his arms and wake up alone filled with regret. 

“Nena somethings up I know it, look at me” Chris insisted

I slowly turned my head to be met with an adoring pair of brown eyes staring at me. His hand gently rubbed my thigh as he gave me his signature warm smile. 

“You can talk to me nena” he continued 

“Really its nothing” I smiled weakly as he pushed away my thoughts wrapping me up in his intoxicating energy

I've got to breathe I can't keep going under

I'm dying again

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

I knew that I shouldn’t, that it was my self-destructive behavior acting up but after Chirs parked the car in the lot I invited him in to “talk”. We both knew that was a lie and it was the underlining lust we both wanted to fulfill. He was like a drug, and I, its victim needed it I could not live without his touch. Chris slammed me against the door as soon as we reached my apartment and remarked the forming clouds he left just minutes ago. My breathing hitched I fell under his touch again, fully prepared to be left naked and abandoned once again. Only to be left with the memory and the hope that we stumble upon each other once again.

“Fuck” I moaned as Chris unzipped my dress letting it pool to the floor as he grabbed me and sent me to cloud nine

 I've got to break through

I'm going under (going under)

Going under (drowning in you)

I'm going under

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 10

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

This chapter is pretty short, I’m not gonna lie but I still I hope you enjoy it. Angst is coming up really soon... 👀

Previous Chapter

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I can’t stop thinking about that kiss…

Why does my heart feel so fluttery at the thought of what happened? It’s like the anticipation was killing me and when I finally got to know what she feels like against me, I just couldn’t let her go and I brought her closer. Why is that? What is this feeling?

Is this… love?

No, it can’t be. I love someone else… argh. This is all because of that damn kiss. Why couldn’t I have just pulled away? Why did I want to even do it in the beginning? I guess I couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was just in the heat of the moment? I mean, there’s been two other instances where we’ve almost kissed. I just had to know how she –

I found myself lightly touching my bottom lip as I continued to think about our first kiss together. I pulled my hand away and sighed. This can’t be happening. “Come on, Joel. I need you to focus and start all the way from the top.”

“Aye, perdón. I’ll get right to it.”

I put my headphones back on and started singing the lyrics to one of our new songs coming out for our next album. I looked around me and saw Christopher making a video with Erick to post on his Instagram story. How typical, but I love it. Richard was in his own little world sketching some new drawings and Zabdiel was… somewhere around here. He was here just a moment ago..? I don’t know, he’s somewhere in the building.

I don’t know what I would do without these boys, I love them. I just feel so guilty about not telling them what I’m doing. If they found out, this could be really bad. Our friendship between us might be over and I could lose everything. I don’t think I really did plan this out. “Joel, dude, you keep going off the beat..”

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I’ll work on it right now.”

“Is everything alright with you today? You’re usually in the zone, but if you need a minute or two just tell me. ‘Cause if that’s the case, while you get yourself situated and take a breather, I can just get Erick to come back in here so we can work on his parts..” I sighed and looked at the group around me waiting for an answer.

“Yeah.. uh I think I’m gonna need a moment. I’ll be right back..” They nodded their heads and called Erick into the booth while I stepped out and walked out and into the hallway. This was just supposed to get Emilia jealous, but I honestly don’t know if it’s working. What am I gonna do?

Chris came out a few moments later and walked over to me. “Hey, bro, just wanted to see if you were okay?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess, I’m not really sure though..” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded his head down the hall. “Wanna grab something to eat? I know we woke up super early for this, so maybe getting something in your stomach might make you feel a little bit better and if you want, if something is bothering you and you want to talk about it without having such a big crowd, you can talk to me… sound good?”

Like I said. I love these boys and I don’t know what I would do without them. I nodded and gave him a smile as we walked down to go and get some donuts and coffee for everyone else when we come back.

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“And then I just… I kissed her..” I spoke as we walked out of the shop with two boxes of donuts and cups of coffee in our hands. “Wow.” Chris smiled as we made our way back to the building where everyone else was at. “Aye, Joel, it’s nothing to get worked up over. Are you nervous that you made it awkward or something by going for it? Did she kiss you back?”

Oh, Chris, if only you knew the real reason why I was freaking out over this.

“No no she did, and it was amazing.. I mean, I wasn’t expecting.. um..” He just chuckled. “It’s just complicated..”

“Why is it complicated? You like her, she likes you.. I don’t really see a problem?” She’s not the one I wanted from the begining and I fear that I’m actually falling for someone new. I shook my head and opened the door for him to walk inside the building. “It just is..”

“Does her friends not approve of you or something?” We walked through the hallways until we stood outside of the recording room. “It’s not that Chris, I just.. I wish I can tell you..” He nodded his head. “Hey, if you’re not comfortable with it, you don’t have to tell me. You’re not obliged to.”

I really do wish I could tell you, Christopher. Maybe… maybe if I slip something about this to him, I’ll feel a little better. I need to come clean. This getting harder and harder each time I’m with her. Maybe he’ll give me some advice about –

Richard opened the door and became startled, not expecting to find us right outside. “Oh my – .. y’all scared the shit out of me just now.” He laughed and looked at what we had in our hands. “Oh, need some help?” Chris nodded and handed him some of the coffees. “Gracias.” He smiled.

“Ayo guys! Chris and Joel brought back breakfast!” We walked in with the junk food in our hands and set it down on one of the tables. “I’ll be right back, guys. I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick. Y’all better save me some food!” Richard spoke as he started walking back towards the door. “I make no promises!” Chris yelled back at him as Richard laughed and was out the door.

“I’ll head right back into the booth after I eat, I promise. I’m feeling a little better.” I grabbed one of the donuts and brought it up to my mouth, taking a bite. Everyone soon grabbed the small breakfast that Chris and I went to go get and started eating.

I’m getting more nervous.

This plan doesn’t seem to be working and I’m slowly falling for another girl. I could lose all of my friendships if they all found out.

I can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this but… I actually felt something between us in that kiss, (Y/N)…

Next Chapter

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¡Hola bellas!

So recently I hit 60 followers. It may not seem like a lot, but for a new account and a new person in the CNCO fandom, it means a lot that you guys actually like my content. So I decided to make a writing challenge like @smoljoelito , @estoy-enamorado-de-ti and @pretendcnco are doing. The rules are simple.

1) choose a song, and I'll reserve it for you

2) write a one shot based on the song

3) it can be fluff, angst, smut, whatever.

4) ABSOLUTELY NO SEXUAL ASSAULT, SEXUAL HARASSMENT, OR ANYTHING THAT MAY TRIGGER SOMEONE PLEASE

5) with that being said, the one shot may contain insecurities, and mentions of mental health issues and awareness of you are basing your one shot around angst

6) your oneshot may be about any other Latin artist. It doesn't have to be a CNCO based fic. (Yatra, RK, Yashua, Sebas, Lunay, etc.)

7) oneshots are due NOVEMBER 30th.

8) tag me in your oneshots so I can read them, and repost them!

8) have fun and be creative!

PRIZES:

1st: Ship with ANY Latin artist of my choice, collaboration on an upcoming oneshot, and a lead character in a story.

2nd: Ship with ANY Latin artist of my choice, and a collaboration on an upcoming oneshot.

3rd place: Ship with any ANY Latin artist of my choice.

Also, the prompts are based off of my spotify playlist. I just shuffled my liked songs and chose the first twenty that came up. Hope you all enjoy and have fun!

Prompts:

Circles- Post Malone taken by @anninhiliation

Falta Amor- Sebastián Yatra taken by @besosdecnco

Too Much To Ask- Niall Horan taken by @dreamgirl-67

These Girls- Why Dont We

As Long As You Love Me- Justin Bieber taken by @cncomuch

Who Do You Love- The Chainsmokers featuring 5 Seconds of Summer taken by @erickcolonbrianfan92

Tattoo (How Bout You)- In Real Life taken by @pretendcnco

Perfect- Ed Sheeran taken by @estoy-enamorado-de-ti

Eyes Closed- In Real Life

22- Taylor Swift

Paris- The Chainsmokers

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Photograph- Nickelback taken by @badboysobsession

I Like Me Better- Lauv taken by @ellos-me-vuelven-loca

NASA- Ariana Grande

Échame La Culpa- Luis Fonsi featuring Demi Lovato

Psycho- Post Malone featuring Ty Dolla $ign

Baila Baila Baila (Remix)- Ozuna

bloodline- Ariana Grande

LA Devotee- Panic! At The Disco taken by @cncoh-damn

Have fun! I cant wait to see what you all come up with!❤