cloudchristopher

[cloudchristopher]

We're In Public pt. 2

It was hard, but you were defiant. Christopher had pushed you too far this time and your heart couldn't take the onslaught anymore. He had to learn, but so did you, and you were tired of the voice in your head reminding you of it. Cutting him out of your life was like removing air from your lungs though, leaving you gasping. What you wouldn't give to go back to that night.

     That night. Even as you slugged your way through countless manila folders flung across your coffee table, you replay the events in your head as you scribbled notes into the margins of papers. 

     Chris gently pushed the girl off his lap before standing up and grabbing your arms lightly. "Y/N, please lower your voice. We're in public," He said, lowering his own voice as if to demonstrate.

     You weren't listening though. All you could see was his beautiful brown eyes, and the way that his lips formed his words delicately when he talked. All you could see was a man you could never, would never, have. And it burned. It burned to know that even as his best friend you would never be enough for him.

     You pressed the pen  into the paper a little harsher.

      "I won't do it any more. I love you, but I have to go,"

     A little harsher. The indent  would be sure to show on what lay underneath.

      Sliding into the backseat, you looked out the window, just in time to see Chris bust through the door and stop, watching as your taxi drove away. And maybe it was the trick of the city lights, but you thought, you could have almost swore, that you saw tears trailing down his cheeks in an act of heartbreak that mirrored your own.

     The paper ripped, sending your pen gliding across the folder that was barely withstanding the force to begin with. Sighing, you threw it aside and cleared the other folders off your couch before stacking them somewhat neatly with the others on the table. Once your head was free of any potential blockage, you threw yourself on the cushions. 

     For the past two weeks, work had been hell. Chris was constantly at Sony, and the man was a multitasker. Business was first priority, but after whatever meeting he had, he was always to be found hanging around your office. You were running out of excuses, as well as people to cover for you, and were sure that the only reason your coworkers took pity on you was because of the loud crack that constantly echoed from your chest. 

     Home wasn't safe either. When Christopher wasn't at your door, pleading to be let in, there were remnants of him laying just out of sight, waiting to be found. A mug that he used when visiting, stashed in a cabinet, ensuring a permanent place in your kitchen. The toothbrush in your bathroom drawer that made you cringe as you couldn't bring yourself to throw it away. An old hoodie that he had left long ago, stashed in the back of your closet for when you missed him. The one you were currently wearing, despite the pain your heart screamed as you smelled his fading cologne.

     As you sat there pondering how long it would take the toothbrush to grow mold, and therefore be able to throw it away, there was a knock at the door. It was inconsistent; two knocks, then one, then three or four, hard to tell as they blended together. Standing up, you approached the door cautiously and peeped through the peephole.

     There, of course, stood Chris. Okay, maybe it was a bit gracious to call it standing. He was barely able to stay atop both feet, swaying violently as he attempted to hold his head up as well. Drunk. Christopher Velez was absolutely shitfaced.

     It only took a moment before you pulled open the door. As much as you wanted to avoid him, he was much to hammered to be left alone in a building he did not reside in. He was too hammered to be alone, period.

     Hearing the door begin to whine as it opened, Chris more or less snapped his head up, bloodshot eyes widening. "Y/N, you- yoouu answered," He slurred, taking a few shaky steps before crashing into you and sending you stumbling back as you locked your arms around him to hold him steady.

     "You're completely sloshed, Chris. I couldn't leave you out there," You said, kicking the door closed before hauling him to the couch. He stood next to it for a second before collapsing against the cushions.

      Between hiccups, he managed his words. "I had to see you. You've been avoiding me. Why?" He pointed an unsteady finger at you.

     "Chris, you're too drunk for us to be having this conversation right now. We can talk in the morning," You said, rubbing your tired eyes as you sat on the opposite end of the couch. 

     "No-o, I'm not. I want to talk now," He whined, crossing his arms over his chest. Even now, he made you smile. 

     "I will be here in the morning. Get some sleep," You started to get up, but felt a tug at your hand that landed you right back in your spot on the couch.

     "Fine, but please, stay with me?" Chris begged, looking into your eyes with his big, albeit bloodshot, brown eyes. The same brown eyes that convinced you to do practically every stupid thing you had ever done.

     Christopher took your silence as an answer, and wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his head right above your heart. In a flash, he was out. 

     Tentatively, you wrapped your arms around him, hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck, before resting your cheek atop his head. As much as you hated to admit it, having him with you again felt like ecstasy. You didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but for tonight it was a welcome relief to pretend like everything was fine.

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Sooooo.... Surprise 😅 been a while, huh? But here is part 2 of the WIP saga! One more part, because I didn't feel it was fitting to shove it all in one last part :) I promise not to make everyone wait so long this time also lol

-Paige

[cloudchristopher]

Fanfic Awards

This is Uber late, but thank you for nominating me for the fanfic awards! It means a lot, considering I've been gone for 100000 years lol.

In honor of this, please look out for We're In Public pt 2 😏😏

[cloudchristopher]

Happy Birthday to the cutest lil bean in the world, @oh-goldeneyes 💖

One step closer to claiming her mans, so Erick watch out 💙💚

[cloudchristopher]

Sup My Ladies

It's been a while, huh? Miss me? 😋

[cloudchristopher]

Right Back Here

Right Back Here

D/n: Hellooo, so this was written for @cieloxcnco ’s 1,000 follower fic challenge and my theme was Without Me by Halsey, I am pretty sure I’m posting later than the other pips but it took a while before I was happy enough with the plot to write and I changed some things along the way, but finally it’s done! Congrats again Bella (and sorry this took a while)!

Now on with the fic!

And then I got you off your knees

Put you right back on your feet

Just so you can take advantage of me

Tell me how’s it feel sittin’ up there

Feelin’ so high but too far away to hold me

- Without Me by Halsey

Apparently there are two kinds of people in the world who are most likely to tell the truth:

Children, and drunk people.

If this were 100% true then maybe Y/N wouldn’t be having this problem right now, and maybe she could spend the rest of the evening curled up with the drunk person she wished was telling the truth.

Instead she sat in her kitchen, at 2 in the morning with a glass of her strongest alcohol, while said drunk person was currently comfortably passed out on her bed in the next room.

But then again, it used to be his bed too, just like how the tiny apartment that now only occupied her used to be theirs.

“Used to be” kind of like how she used to be the one who’d take care of him on nights like this one where he’d come home drunk off his ass barely and barely coherent - on nights where she’d rub his back as he’d puke his guts out, where she’d help him change into something more comfortable before bed, and how she’d let him hold her while he’d tell her how he was sorry for ignoring for her, how thankful he was that she treated him so well and how he probably couldn’t live without her.

It was after many nights like this where she learned that sometimes drunk people could lie too, and it was after the night he’d left when she learned that Christopher Velez was one of those people.

It had been two years since that day. Two years since she just got back from work and saw him sitting in their living area (it opened directly into a kitchen so it wasn’t exactly a room), with his backpack, his guitar and his skateboard, looking almost the same as he did when he first moved in. But she knew that the boy who had just moved to the States that came in here two years ago to start a new life was long gone. This man in front of her had taken his place instead, and he wanted to start a new life as well - but this one he determined, didn’t include her.

Apparently, he’d decided that he could live without her, and that she and “all of this”, referring to the general area of their apartment, and the life they built were the only things holding him back from living this new life, and that the only option was to leave it all behind.

“So what, you’re just going to act like the past two years didn’t happen?” Y/N said tears already streaming down her face.

“They were some of the hardest years of my life Y/N! Do you really think that I really want to keep carrying that kind of baggage?” He snapped.

“That’s what you think all this is - everything we’ve been through? Two fucking years of baggage?” Y?N gritted out.

Christopher closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Look Y/N, if I could have it any other way I would. love you, but it’s time for us to move on, you follow your dreams I follow mine.”

“But what about our dreams?” The question came as soft as a whisper, the girl’s voice cracking. “What happened to getting out of here, going to a better place, - getting married? Isn’t that why we did all of this? All of the money we spent for La Banda, the extra shifts to cover rent, skipping date nights for promos - we did that for US remember?”

Chris closed his eyes and when he opened them fresh tears came falling down.

“All of that is just going to go to waste if I don’t let all of this and the past go. I’m sorry Y/N, but I have to go.”

That was the last she’d heard from him. At least until now, or at least, a few hours ago. One could only imagine how shocked she was to come home and see him sobbing and obviously drunk, on the floor outside the apartment banging his fist on the door begging her to let him in. She thought she was okay when she could stand seeing him in tabloids showing him partying at different clubs with other famous people, magazines talking about the band and their music, and especially when the paps followed him and his girlfriend, a model named Elli from when they started dating a year and a half ago when she barely batted an eyelash at the news.

But she was so so wrong.

The sound of the front door closing snapped her out of her thoughts and she saw Zabdiel walk into the kitchen with his hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking tired and stressed.

“I just got off the phone with Clara, she says it would be better if we stay here for the rest of the night, apparently it’s looking like a riot at the hotel with all the media. Thanks by the way, for calling us, and for taking care of him before I got here.” The Puerto Rican said as he sat across the table.

“It’s no problem, really, I-I mean, I wasn’t really expecting to find him outside my door when I cam home, so I really didn’t know what else to do in the first place, you know, it seemed like the most logical thing to do at the time.” The girl shrugged.

“Still though,but most people would have just called us left him passed out outside.” Zabdiel explained.

“Force of habit I guess.” She half-joked. Zabdiel gave a small smile and averted his gaze, and a heavy silence fell upon the two before Y/N finally spoke.

“What exactly happened tonight?”

“What makes you think something happened?”

“Zabdiel, Chris just showed up here after two years with his mom’s ring in his pocket. I know something happened.”

Seeing as there was no escape, Zabdiel sighed and finally told her.

“He proposed to Elli. She said no.”

“What?” Y/N’s voice was almost a whisper.

“Apparently, Chris wasn’t the type of guy she was interested in marrying, even said that the ring was old and outdated. If you ask me, she just really wanted the publicity and the perks.”

“What a bitch.” The words just flew out of her mouth and her eyes widened.

“Oh no, she was. She didn’t exactly treat Chris really well either, always demanding things, never really affectionate, always invited herself to parties and nights out to look like she was living the life.” Zabdiel shook his head at the thought. “To think, Chris stopped with the drinking and the partying because he wanted to start settling down but I guess he just didn’t see that she had no intentions of doing so.”

A moment of silence fell upon them once again before he spoke again.

“He talked about you a lot you know, even if he always said he didn’t want to remember the old times I think the only time I saw him really happy was when you’d come up. But it was really hard for him after he left, he stayed with Rich for a while, and he was pretty volatile for a while and we kept trying to convince him leaving you was a mistake, but I don’t know, I think he wanted to prove that he did it all on his own, and that he didn’t need anybody. Then he met Ellie, and everything was like a whirlwind. I mean, we thought he was doing better but then this happened, and now it’s all gone to shit again.” Zabdiel rubbed his hands down his face.

“He told me he still loved me.” This time it was Y/N who spoke, her voice barely a whisper, as if she didn’t believe it herself. “And asked me to take him back.”

“Do you want to?”

That was the one question that even after two years Y/N still couldn’t answer. Did she want to? Part of her, the one that still remembered the Chris that used to play her music every night, who stayed up late to talk to her about life and who she gave so much up for could only say yes. But the other part, the one that still wasn’t entirely put back together again doubts that she could take going through all of the heartache again.

“I-I” She stuttered. “I should, um, go check on Chris.” Nope, she wasn’t answering that tonight. Her companion just nodded, sensing her conflicting feelings and just decided to leave it alone and let her go.

And that was how she now found herself back in their her old bedroom, looking at the boy who broke her heart. He was face down on the pillow, hair everywhere, mouth slightly open and softly snoring. She’d helped him into some of the old clothes he’d left behind, and if she was being honest, it looked as if he never left. And maybe, if she just went to sleep now she would wake up and find out that this was all just one big nightmare.

But this was real life: messy, painful, and just downright unfair.

“Babe?”

Y/N froze, as the bed’s sole occupant stirred, head slightly lifting from its place and eyes still closed. She held her breath and wished that the floor would just suddenly swallow her whole.

“B-baby, ‘m cold, ‘n thirsty, wanna sundae.” Oh thank God, he was still drunk.

She chose her words carefully before she spoke. “It’s late Chris, just go back to sleep.”

His eyebrows furrowed “Oh, ‘mkay, ‘m sorry Y/N, I love you.” And with that he slumped back into his pillow and was instantly out. She took that as her cue to leave.

As she softly closed the bedroom door it was as if her knees had given out and she sat there as the tears flowed freely.

She wanted him back but could how long until he decided that he could live without her again?

She didn’t know if she could handle finding out.

[cloudchristopher]

Shoot me

My father is going off and yelling at everyone and all I want rn is Chris hugs tbh.

[cloudchristopher]

I LOVE IIITTTT 😍😍😍 TE AMO MUCHO BABY 💜 GRACIAS💞

Honey

For @cloudchristopher (ilyy) ​ with “You meet your soulmate the day after the worst day of your life” I really hope you like it love I don’t wanna let you down haha!

Warnings: An accident… I don’t wanna spoil too much but…an accident

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This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t, you thought, this is all a dream. A very, very bad dream. Walking out of the building where you used to work, you walked to your car dumbfounded. You carried your stuff that had all been put in a medium white box. Replacing me? I’m one of the best workers how could they do this? Getting into your car you stared at the box, it hitting you all of a sudden. You were just fired. Biting your lip, you tried to stop the tears from flowing down your face. Hiding your face in the steering wheel, you gave yourself a few minutes to calm down before deciding to get out of the parking lot. Wiping a few tears that had fallen onto your face, you started the car.

You had only gotten a block away when you noticed you were running out of gas. There wasn’t a gas station in sight and you doubted there would be for a while. Great, just what I needed. Breathing in slowly you spotted the street one of your friends lived on and turned onto it. Parking outside their house you knocked, hoping someone was home that could help you. When no one answered after several minutes you grabbed your phone from your back pocket and dialed their number. It went straight to voicemail.

Hey, it’s Sam! Sorry I can’t answer your call but I’m currently on a business trip in Miami. I’ll get back to you-

Hanging up you groaned, leaning onto their front door before walking back to your car. Getting in, you weren’t in a good mood. Today hasn’t been the best and all you wanted was to go home and curl up in bed watching - and you’re out of gas. Flopping down onto the steering wheel once more you let out a small scream. Great, I’m gonna have to spend 20 bucks on a cab to get home. Shaking your head, you refused to get upset again. Getting out of your car you called for a cab and walked back to your friends’ house to wait. On your way there, you tripped and landing on the ground with a thud. It’s ok we’re ok, you encouraged yourself tears pricking your eyes as your knees stung from the fall. Standing up you brushed yourself off and continued walking, now with a small limp.

Watching the cab pull up you opened the door and noticed another passenger inside. They were wearing a black hoodie that was pulled up almost completely covering their face. They were looking down at their phone and you figured they maybe had their earphones in. You told the driver your address and closed the door. Letting out a breath you went to grab your own earphones and buckle up, ready to forget this day already. Reaching into your pocket you found, nothing. I left them in my car. Letting out a small laugh of disbelief you let the hot tears that had threatened to escape earlier flow, not trying to stop them anymore. Forgetting to buckle your seat belt, you put your head in your hands not wanting the two strangers in the car with you to see you in the state. Not that you cared if two boys saw you cry, you just didn’t feel like having to deal with their possible million question. Hearing a small thud you looked down with glossy eyes and saw that a phone had landed near your feet. Hearing the man next to you unbuckle their seat you saw a white, tattooed, hand reach for it. All of a sudden you felt a force pull you forwards and into the seat in front of you roughly. From the corner of your eye you saw the stranger beside you get slammed into a seat harshly as well. You felt a stinging pain in your shoulder and the sound of tires screeching against the ground hurt your ears.

And then, you felt and heard nothing at all.

You opened your eyes slowly before a blinding light made you scrunch them closed. Opening them again, this time more carefully, you let your eyes adjust to the light outside. Looking around you saw a white hospital room. There was a T.V hanging from the wall in front of you playing the big bang theory. Before you could look around more a woman wearing a nurse’s uniform walked into the room with a checklist in hand.  Looking over at something beside you she smiled before looking at you and exclaiming “Great! You’re both awake!”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion you turned your neck to the side to see the man that was sharing the cab with you in a bed similar to yours. He had also looked over and was now smiling at you slightly, his brown eyes looking into yours. You looked down and spotted a white cast covering his hand and peeking out was a black airplane tattoo. The nurse grabbed both of your attentions by saying

“You two were in a car accident yesterday around 2:30 p.m.-”

“Yesterday?” The guy beside you wondered. His voice coming out a bit rough and he coughed to clear it up She looked at him softly while writing down a few things.

“Yes, yesterday. You two slept quite a bit but that’s ok you need your rest. Anyways, another car had been driving over the speed limit and crashed into yours. Both driver’s are in critical conditions but thankfully you two are in better states” She walked over to our heart monitor’s and checked the time on her watch. “Christopher, if you haven’t already seen, you have a fractured hand and a few cuts along your back from some glass hitting you and a small fracture on your leg that should, hopefully, heal in a few days”

Christopher. That was his name. It suit him, you had to admit. She turned towards you and looked down at her papers.

“Now, Y/N , you hit your shoulder pretty badly along with your knee that already had a few scratches on it but we don’t think they were from the crash, along with a few cuts on your arm and hands. Really did neither of your parents tell you about how important tying your seatbelt was?” She mused. “Now, do any of you have any questions?”

“Yeah, um, when can I- we get out?” You wondered your voice also sounding a bit weird at first.

“Well, that depends on how well your injuries heal.” She answered before saying that she had to leave and that she’d be right back. Christopher turned to you before gently extending his hand out. You shook it softly not to hurt him and laughed slightly.

“Hi, I’m um I’m Chris as you heard, but you can calm me anything really.  I, um ,I just figured I should probably introduce myself since we might be here for a while” He smiled, putting his hand back at his side.

“Yeah I guess so, I’m well Y/N but you can call me anything you want as well I guess” You saw him perk up at that.

“Anything?”

“Yeah, as long as I can call you anything too” He smiled before biting his lip, in thought.

“What if I call you Bon and I’m Jovi?” You laughed shaking your head

“No haha, how about I’m Iron man and your Cap?” He smiled too

“No way! I’m Iron Man.”

“Uh uh I called it”

“Ok ok, let’s choose something else how about…” He smirked looking at you.

“How about I’m babe and you’re honey?” You shook your head blushing slightly at his flirtatiousness.

“You know what? I don’t mind that.” He smiled wide

“Ok, honey…”

“No problem, babe….” You responded before both of you broke off into laughter.

Sure yesterday was the worst day ever, but today…today was looking up to be a good one.

[cloudchristopher]

Okay 1st off, I sincerely hope that happens to me when I meet him someday, and 2nd, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WRITING FROM YOU, YOU TALENTED BITCH?

Coachella

For @drums-of-geronimo with “you feel a tug when they’re close (like something will pull you in their direction)” hope you like it love!

Warnings: none

Reposting because tumblr is a bi-

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To say Coachella was crowded was an understatement. There were so many people in some areas that you could barely walk. You weren’t really a festival person, well, you weren’t really a “let’s go outside” type of person. But you made an exception today since it was your friend’s birthday. The only thing they had talked about for months was coachella so you and a couple of other friends decided to surpise them and come. The smile on their face completely overshadowed your hate for very crowded events.

But now you were in the middle of a sea of people with none of your friends in sight. You had made the mistake of separating from them to go get something to drink and now you were lost. Your phone was with one of your friends so you couldn’t call them to ask where they were- not that they would hear you anyways. You tried without avail to move through the crowd of Billy Eillish fans singing at the top of your lungs but gave up quickly. You looked towards the stage deciding to enjoy yourself even just for a little while. Billy had just finished and the band “CNCO” was performing next. You had heard the name a few times before having a few friends who liked the band but never actually listened to any of their songs. You didn’t even know what they looked like. You spotted your friends a few rows ahead of you and heading towards them. You heard the band start playing when you neared them.

You had almost reached them when you felt a tug on your shirt pulling you forwards. You bumped into your friend and they smiled asking you where you’ve been. But you didn’t have time to tell them when you felt yet another tug. They looked at you confused before realizing that your soulmate might be close and smiled widely before yelling at you to “go find them girllllll”. The band on stage stopped singing properly but you didn’t notice. You looked in front of you trying to spot anyone stumbling towards you but you were the only person walking so weirdly. You felt yet another tug but this time harsher. You didn’t realize you had gotten to the stage until your back hit it harshly. You heard someone laugh into the microphone which made you look up towards the stage properly. And there stood one of the members kneeling down looking at you, some invisible source tugging his shirt towards you. “You must be Chris’ soulmate,” one of the members with red hair laughed. “damn good luck, mami” He said causing the audience to laugh and cheer for both of you.

The boy reached a hand out towards you and pulled you up on stage, a cheshire cat grin on their face. The tugging ceased for both of you and you smiled looking up at his brown eyes. He blushed hearing his band mates whistle and scratched his neck before saying“Hola, I’m uh Chris” You laughed a bit this whole situation seeming surreal.

“Y/N” The crowd seemed to cheer louder and the other boys jokingly started singing some corny love song.

You looked towards the crowd spotting your friends jumping up and down and hollering. Guess now would be a good time to start listening to their songs wouldn’t it?

[cloudchristopher]

A Queen quoting queens. I STAN 😍😍

Insecure, but I’m working with it. Many things that I could get rid of, but I ain’t about to give it up 🙅🏽‍♀️♥️

Felices pascuas 🐣 Happy Easter 🐣

[cloudchristopher]

The "and why" part is VV IMPORTANTE

Reblog if you want anons to tell you who they ship you with and why.

Celebrities, other tumblr users, anyone..

[cloudchristopher]

Awwww I love thiissss 😭 Thank you baby 💞💞💞💞💞💞

Oof idk if youre still doing these, but its such a cute idea! We stan a loving queen. Anyways, I'm probably most insecure about my face shape and my tummy. My face is really round, so i dont have any noticable cheekbones or any defining features like that, just chubby cheeks. And I've always been plus size so my body has always been a sore point. And my favorite is Chris! 💚💜

Right off the bat i can see y’all as a very cutesy pair. Like u know how some couples are noticeably in sex mode all the time or even goofy- well it’s like that but instead with cuteness.

He’s the one that would come up and give you loud annoying smooches on your cheeks, making you blush and push him away every time. He’d wrap his arms around you and rub his hands over your tummy and sides. Which at first it all made you really uncomfortable bc those parts of your body you never wanted people to notice/pay attention to, and especially not to touch.

But Chris would be the guy to make you forget about your insecurities with him. He’s so touchy in general that sometimes even dirty/suggestive touches fly past like nothing bc you’re so used to it. So in the beginning when things got serious he would finally catch sight of these sore spots for you and how they made you feel. And he’d take them and just add in his own little flare. Meaning he’d touch you there lightly and almost unnoticeably, along with a sweet kiss or a lovely comment. His plan is to distract from the touch you might feel nervous about AND to do that thing that your mind will correlate the fuzzy feeling he gave you from the kiss/comment to the touch and condition you to it (kinda like dog training skfjak if that makes sense)

He’d do this over and over over time that suddenly you’re not even aware that he’s literally squeezing your cheeks or even has his hand over your tummy. Bc he’d take time and make you feel comfortable with him, always stopping and realizing boundaries when you had them. And his goal is never to make you forget your issues and feelings, it’s like he wants you to be open to the fact that everyone has insecurities and it’s ok to share and find comfort with them in someone.

Bc learning to trust and confide in someone so easily is a thousand times better than hiding it all from the world. Chris would make you feel like your “sore points” are all mutha fuckin score points ayyy. That confidence would shine out of u and you’d own it all bb

[cloudchristopher]

Tag challenge

I was tagged by @cloudfiveclub 💞

rules: answer all questions and tag 10 friends (I'll tag 5 bc I dont have many friends)

how tall are you? 5′6"

what style and color is your hair? That fucking awkward growing out pixie cut length where almost nothing looks good and so you just give up on it and life. Oh and my hair color is dark brown.

what color are your eyes? Blue

do you wear glasses? Nope although I'm pretty sure I need them. Im in denial. Or maybe not. I can't really see where I am.

do you have braces? Nope. I have one crooked tooth but I think it gives me character.

what is your fashion sense? Im that one chick you pass on the street and think 'dang, she might look nice if she tried wearing clothes that were another color other than black.'

when were you born? September 25th, 2000

where are you from and where do you live? I was born and raised in New Mexico

what school do you go to? High school. But only for 3 more weeks.

what kind of a student are you? Look, I dont mean to boast, but I haven't failed yet, soooo... 😏

do you like school? ye- No.

favorite subject? Lunch. And Study hall. But mostly lunch.

favorite show/s? Psych. If you haven't ever seen it, do so. You will be getting insight as to why I am the way I am.

favorite book/s? The Vampire Academy series, and Anna and the French Kiss

do you have any regrets? I regret starting this challenge. Its taking me forever.

dream job? I want to either be a music producer or a recording artist

do you want to get married? The question is whether or not someone will want to marry me

do you want to have children? Someday, yeah

if so, how many? I refuse to put my body through more than 2. If I'm gonna have a pudgy body, it will be in pursuit of pizza, not children.

do you like going shopping? I would like to say no, but the large amount of clothes in my closet and on the floor of my room beg to disagree.

what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? That Jurassic World was real. Seriously, we're all screwed if that movie ever comes to life.

what countries have you visited? America.

any enemies? Nah. Perks of being an introvert with 2 friends.

do you get along with your family? Yep

do you have a significant other? I have a hard time finding friends, so unless you count the imaginary relationship with Chris I have in my head, the answer is no.

do you believe in miracles? Until Chris hits me up, no.

how are you? Still alive, thanks for asking

Tagging: @oh-angel-eyes @childishadultperson @zabdidaddy @joelitostolemyheart @christophersdicc

[cloudchristopher]

Joel and Tribe

Joel: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

I have 5 piercings: two in each lobe and a cartilage piercing. I really want a nose piercing and another cartilage. As far as tatoos go, I dont have any YET. I'm going to get my first one with my mom, and they are going to be matching bc we are that kind of mother/daughter duo.

Tribe: Where did you go on your last vacation?

The last time I had a vacation was last summer, and I went up to Kansas to visit mi familia 💜 kinda boring but it was fun 🌼

[cloudchristopher]

la shoelaaaa 👀

La Shoela: What’s the riskiest/wildest thing you’ve ever done?

Okay I know this was stupid and it was a while ago, but I may or may not have sent boob pics to someone... AND THATS ALL IM SAYING.

Im just glad they never got out.

[cloudchristopher]

Christina + La Banda

Christina: Have you ever done anything illegal? Was it minor or something big?

Yall, Im going to be honest and say that I may talk shit, but I am SUCH a goody goody when it comes to the law lmao. I think the last time I did anything illegal, I was 10. It was stealing, and it wasnt even me... I got my sister to steal a chocolate candy from the grocery store 😂

La Banda: How do you act when you meet new people?

Honestly, it depends. Im not usually that super talkative person who just LOVES to meet people, so I mostly just smile and greet them politely. But if its super obvious that they are shy as hell, its like a switch flips in my brain. Suddenly I'm allllll about getting them to talk and I can't seem to stop myself from bombarding them lmao. I have no clue why Im like that 😂

[cloudchristopher]

Unicorn- Who do you look up to? 🦄

As far as my personal life goes, I really look up to my mom. She has been through so much shit in her life, from walking in on her dead boyfriend to battling breast cancer. She is probably the strongest woman I know, and I'm really proud to be her daughter.

As far as celebrities go, I must sound like a broken record by now when I say Little Mix, but especially Jesy Nelson. I want to be in the music industry someday, whether it producing music or recording it, so she just symbolizes everything I want to be and want to stand for. She doesn't take crap from anyone and she (all four women in LM actually) is very vocal on how strong and amazing women are. I love her and want to follow in her footsteps someday 💜

I have no clue when this was sent, so I'm sorry if it was late!

[cloudchristopher]

This is cute as hell 😍 send some in and I'll answer them tomorrow!

CNCO Name/Nicknames - Personal Asks❣️

Reblog if you want someone to inbox you a name to answer a question! 💌

CNCO: Describe someone who makes your heart race

Joel: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Chris: What genres of music are you into?

Richard: What happened in the last dream you remember?

Erick: What love song would you sing to confess your love?

Zabdiel: What’s your favorite animal?

Yashel: How long does it usually take you to fall in love?

Caballito Azul: What do you do when you’re bored?

Ging Ging: Are you introverted or extroverted?

Coco: Describe yourself in one sentence

Tribe: Where did you go on your last vacation?

La Banda: How do you act when you meet new people?

Zabdisus: What is your favorite thing about summer?

La Shoela: What’s the riskiest/wildest thing you’ve ever done?

Christina: Have you ever done anything illegal? Was it minor or something big?

Joel Esteban Dylan Pimentel De León: Do you prefer to shop online or in store?

Bryant: Do you prefer to cook or order takeout?

Brian: What do you like most about yourself?

Zabdaddy: How did you meet one of your friends?

Rich: Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round?

Joelito: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?