or the long awaited sequel to caminos destructivos
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note: currently feeling like this video lmao, but hi, I hope you’re all well, I haven't posted in the actual longest time. I did lose a lot of motivation for many things, writing being one of them but this has been in my drafts for months and I’m lowkey proud of it so I finally decided to post it. I hope y'all enjoy my own overplayed rendition of Romeo and juliet LMAO. im slowly getting back into the mindset of writing so just be patient with me, I do see the unanswered asks and will try my best to work on them but really, no promises. but again, hope u enjoy :)
From the moment Christopher Velez stepped foot into town, rumours circulated around him. Rumours about his tough looking exterior, the tattoo on his hand, and the reasons as to why he had moved to town. Whispers were heard all around town about him. He didn’t fit in, it was obvious. His dark wardrobe contrasted immensely from the bright apparel most of the town's population donned. He was quiet, never really speaking unless spoken to, trying to make as little impact in his last year of high school as he could.
But that was until he met her.
He knew about her before he officially met her, of course. Most of the trophies in the school's front office held her name, her face adorned the many pictures hung up on the walls. Class president, Model UN, Debate Club, Environmental Rallies, Scholarships, Soccer, Cheer. Everyone knew her name, her face, she was the star student. But what surprised him was that she didn’t have a group of followers mindlessly trailing after her, rather she was always with just one other girl. This intrigued him because she didn’t seem larger than life, like how the school portrayed her, she seemed rather normal. She was humble, at first glance no one would think she was the Y/N L/N that everyone talked about. He supposed that was what intrigued him about her. He questioned how someone so accomplished in her young age could be so humble about it. Maybe because he grew up around people who would always brag about their accomplishments, no matter how horrible they were.
Christopher wouldn’t describe himself as someone who didn’t care about school, but some things presented themselves in his life that made it one of his lowest priorities. He always zoned out when the guidance counselor began talking to him about his future, because she always said the same: he didn’t have one. His grades were inconsistent, as was his attendance, and his test scores were, let’s just say, not the best. He knew he didn’t have a bright future, you didn’t need to tell him, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want one, he so badly did. He wanted to be able to provide for his family in the right way, he wanted to do something meaningful with his life, but ultimately the stars choose a different path for him.
Catching the school- no the town- angel’s attention was not what he had planned to do. He was okay with just watching her from afar, never in a million years believing a girl like her would go for a guy like him. But that night at the party, the night he decided to make his move, waiting to be rejected, he was surprised to find her kissing him back, with as much, if not more, want as he had.
She was intoxicating to say the least. Her innocence excited him, the idea that he knew things she didn’t, that he could teach her those things, excited him.
But the backlash of their relationship was immediate. Her brother was no fan of him, taking every chance he could to let Christopher know how much he didn’t deserve his sister. Chris didn’t take his threats seriously, knowing he could take him easily, but he tried to respect him, he was Y/N’s brother after all.
It was difficult, keeping their relationship discreet, especially when Chris couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Despite what her brother and most of the town believed, Christopher didn’t want Y/N just to sleep with her, to purposefully corrupt her. He wanted her because she was smart, care-free, and kind. Very different from the people he used to hang around back home. He could stay up late on the phone every night because she always had something interesting to talk about, he enjoyed listening to the way she thought, the things she cared about. But he also wasn’t going to deny that she was an amazing kisser, despite her lack of experience.
Christopher didn’t plan on breaking her heart. But he also didn’t plan on having all he ran from be unearthed in this new town. He ran from it for a reason. He looks back now and wishes he could have changed something, anything, to make things better, but in reality he had no idea what. He believed Y/N to be his saving grace, a gift from God in the hopes of turning Christopher’s life around, but now he assumed his actions had caught up to him, and God himself realized Christopher didn’t deserve something as good as Y/N.
ten days until zabdiel’s end of the year party
Christopher’s arm was slung over Y/N’s shoulder as they sat in the front seat of the truck Benito let him borrow. Her legs were tucked under her as she cuddles in close to him, both of them watching the movie being played that night at the drive-in. She lets out a small chuckle at the joke one of the characters say and he glances towards her. The light from the film lights up her face, her lips plastered in a permanent smile. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t believe she was his. And this is what prompts him to lean down and place a kiss on her cheek.
She looks up at him then.
“What was that for?” She questions, eyeing his small smile.
“Nada, you're just so beautiful.”
Her face heats up at his words, compliments from him always making butterflies erupt in her belly.
“Oh, stop.” She says with a small laugh, nervously moving her gaze down. At this, Christopher lets out a small chuckle and places a hand under her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze. Their eyes meet and Y/N couldn’t help but get lost in them. And then he’s slowly meeting their lips together. She smiles into the kiss as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. His hands settle on the backs of her thighs, her arms wrapping around his neck. He begins trailing kisses down her neck, reveling in the way her eyes flutter shut at his actions. He sucks on the spot under her ear, earning a small gasp from her.
“Chris,” She breathes out, her hands gripping his shoulders at the sensations.
And suddenly, all that is heard is hoots and laughter as small pebbles hit the trucks windows. It was no secret in town that kids came to the drive-in to hook up, and of course there were the dumbasses who made a big deal whenever they saw a couple too close in the car.
Y/N jumps away from Chris, letting out a small laugh as more pebbles hit the car. She glances towards her window and her smile suddenly drops.
“Fuck,” she mutters. Chris eyes her warily as she gets off him and scoots to roll down the window. The boy outside's laughter immediately stops when he sees who the couple in the car was.
“Wait until your brother hears about this.” The boy says, shaking his head. Chris was utterly confused, did they know each other ?
Y/N scowls at the boy outside the window before speaking.
“Fuck off Johann, don’t you have something better to do than be Michael’s lap dog?”
The boy’s, Johann's, eyes widen in shock, mouth popping open at Y/N’s remark. Chris stifles a laugh upon seeing the boys face, and Johann turns to face him.
“You just wait, you don’t fucking belong here and we’ll show you.”
Y/N sticks up her middle finger in the boys face and rolls up the window. She lets out a loud sigh and straightens her shirt.
“I’m sorry about him. My brother and his friends are a pain in the ass, but you already knew.” She tells him and Chris shrugs.
“It’s okay, hermosa.” He tells her, leaning down to peck her cheek. “Let’s get out of here.” He mutters and she nods. Chris sets the car in drive and pulls out of the field, eyes meeting Johanns as he passes, the other boys gaze filled with hate.
Later that night, Chris finds himself looking after the supermarket as Benito had other matters to attend to. Y/N was long asleep at this point and he watches the clock, waiting for midnight to hit. When the clock read 12, he quickly gathers his stuff and heads out. He clicks the lock shut and shoves the key into his jacket pocket before beginning his walk back to Benito’s.
“Christopher.” A voice shakes Chris out of his thoughts and he turns to find the one person he didn’t want to see. Chris sighs heavily as Micheal, Y/N’s brother, jogs over to him.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“I think I’ve heard enough.” Chris states simply. He heard all the things Micheal said about him, thought about him. They were whispered around town and he caught words as he walked by, he didn’t need to hear more. Christopher turns without another word and walks away, feeling Micheal’s burning stars like a target on his back.
seven days until zabdiel’s end of the year party
“Yo, who would’ve thought Y/N would end up with you?” Richard says with a laugh as he receives the newly rolled blunt from Zabdiel. The rest of the boys chuckle at his words and Chris just smiles, blowing out a puff of smoke from his mouth.
“I don’t even know.” He admits.
“You’re treating her right, right?” Erick asks, taking a sip of his drink. Chris looks up at the younger boy from where he was sitting. He knew Erick saw Y/N as a sister, so of course he was a little protective.
“Of course.” He states and Erick nods. If Y/N was happy, he was happy.
They were all currently chilling at the Camacho family’s mechanic shop, where Richard worked part-time. After hours they all gathered there to smoke and drink, unbeknownst to his father of course.
A knock at the metal garage doors brings all the boys attention to the group of people sauntering into the shop. Richard stands from his seat and quickly hides the blunt in his hand. Zabdiel and Joel fan the air, trying to rid the area of the obvious smell of weed.
“We’re closed, bro.” Richard says to the group of boys walking in.
“Yeah we know.” The tallest boy says, and when they finally step into the light, Christopher quickly sits up. Y/N’s brother and his pack of goons walk towards them, their sights set on him.
“We’re just looking for one person.” Micheal, simply states. Christopher’s jaw clenches as he sits up straighter.
Richard steps in between the two boys.
“Listen, you’re not gonna start this shit here.” The red-haired boy tells Y/N’s brother. “Now I’d really like if you all just turn around and get the fuck out of here.”
“We just wanna talk to him.” Micheal says, pointedly looking at Chris. The other boys turn to face him before looking back at Y/N’s brother and his friends.
“We know you guys don’t want to just talk.” Joel states.
“And if you’re trying to start something, piénsalo otra vez.” Zabdiel speaks up, standing and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Listen, you just let us have a talk with our friend here,” Micheal begins, motioning towards Christopher. “We don’t mean any harm to you guys.”
“Bro, we already told you, get outta here. If you want Christopher, you have us too.”
Now all the boys stood, staring down the other group.
“I suggest you back down Richard, unless you want the whole town knowing Joel passes your drug tests for you.” Richards stare was pure rage, and Joel shifts uncomfortably next to him.
“And you Zabdiel, how about that girl you knocked up last year? How is she doing?” Zabdiel pauses, fists clenched at his sides, not having expected that to come out of his mouth. Christopher watched the scene unfold, knowing exactly where this was going. Despite the small towns shiny exterior, there were heavy secrets lying just below the surface. Christopher’s was one of them. The life he ran from, the reason he moved to a completely new country, the thing he’s been trying to keep hidden for months. Christopher held his breath, just waiting for Micheal to spill his own secrets. His heart was beating so wildly in his chest he couldn’t hear, or didn’t want to hear, the rest of the conversation. Before he knew it, a punch was thrown. Christopher is thrown back into reality at Erick’s shout and he turns to see Johann and Richard in a violent embrace, both boys trying to get the other to back down, however bloody that left them. Somewhere on his left, this same messy dance was started by Zabdiel and another of Micheal’s friends. Joel and Erick watch with wide eyes as Micheal walks towards Christopher. Erick acts first, trying to push Micheal away, but to no avail. And before Chris knew, Micheal’s fist collided with his face. Joel and Erick were on him now, struggling to pry off Micheal from Christopher. Micheal manages to get in another hit before Joel and Erick completely pull him off. Chris was bleeding, he reaches up to wipe the blood from his mouth. His ears are ringing, the blows to the head he received not working in his favor.
“This is the last time I tell you. Stay the fuck away from my sister.” Micheal spits out as Joel and Erick push him away. Christopher looks around to see Zabdiel and Richard panting heavily, Richards eyebrow was split and Zabdiel had a bruise growing on his cheek.
“And the longer you guys protect him, the more likely all your secrets are gonna come out.” Micheal spits onto the ground next to Christopher, blood dripping from the one place Chris managed to land a punch. Without another word, Micheal and his boys depart. Chris and the others watch their figures depart, dark silhouettes against the stores warm yellow lights.
“Fuck,” Richard mutters. “Fuck!” He shouts, kicking a beer can so hard it hits the metal garage doors with a loud bang.
“How did he know about Zabdi? And Richard?” Joel whispers. No one answers, because no one had a clue. But they were all thinking the same, if he knew that, what else did he know?
“I’m sorry.” Chris says. Zabdiel shakes his head. He saunters over to the small refrigerator and tosses Chris a cold beer. Chris places the can on his face, hoping to lessen the swell before he got home, he didn’t want Benito to think he was doing the same things he was doing back in Ecuador.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Zabdiel tells him.
“Si, I don’t think loving a girl is wrong.” Erick mutters, and a silent agreement is shared throughout the room.
Chris leaves the shop that night with guilt hanging heavy on his mind. He apologized again and again to the boys, but they kept telling him it was okay. But it wasn’t, it wasn’t okay.
As he begins his walk back home, his phone pings. He hoped it was a message from Y/N, she was the only person that could cheer him up in an instant. But as he unlocked his phone, he saw the message wasn’t from Y/N, rather from an unknown number. He eyes his phone warily as he clicks on the message. There were pictures, pictures of Christopher. His throat instantly felt dry and he looked around him, a shiver running down his spine as he eyes the dark expanse behind him. He turns his attention back to his phone to examine the photos. They were pictures that didn’t put Chris in a very good looking position. Goosebumps erupt on his arms, and it wasn’t because of the cold. A message pops on his phone.
Unknown: leave her or this will be released.
Chris: fuck you
Unknown: you have until the end of the week.
Chris eyes his phone in disbelief. He ran from this, but here it was to be the end of him.
The next morning Chris was surprised to see Y/N at his door. Rushing to pull on a shirt and get to the door before Benito did, he slides out of his room, breathless when he finally opens the door. He opens it to reveal his angel. Y/N stood in front of him, a bright smile on her lips and a tray of cupcakes in her hands. Chris peeks outside, notices Benito’s truck is gone and looks back at Y/N, a sly smirk on his face. He reaches towards her and quickly pulls her in, maneuvering the cupcakes from between them and just as quickly placing their lips together. Y/N makes no complaints, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. Chris relaxes in her hold, the only place he has felt truly at peace since leaving Ecuador. Their lips meet in small, slow kisses, savoring the moment together. After a while, he pulls away, placing his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, the tropical smell of her perfume that always reminded him of her. Y/N places her hand in his hair as Chris holds her tight.
“Erick told me what happened.” She mutters, and Chris sighs. He pulls away and walks to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Chris.” She says, following him into the kitchen. She leans against the doorframe and watches as he paces back and forth. He looks up at her, his big brown eyes caught in the morning light.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, hermosa.” He tells her before turning to pull out two mugs.
It was her turn to sigh now. She steps towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her head on his shoulder as he prepares them coffee.
“I just wish things were easier.” She mutters. He chuckled softly before placing a kiss on her head.
“If everything was easy, there would be nothing to fight for, right?”
He just wanted to make her feel better, but how he wished things were easier too.
The rest of the morning was spent with Y/N and Chris wrapped in each other’s arms, tangled in his sheets. She had fallen asleep, huddled up into his side. He watched the way her chest slowly rose and fell as he drew small circles on her arm. He kept thinking about those photos, that threat, and what it could mean to him, what it could mean to Y/N. His head was full of what he could do, how he could fix this. He had no clue. Before he could think anymore, he felt Y/N stir in her sleep. She smiles when she notices him looking at her.
“Hi.” She says and he smiles, slightly giggling at how messy her hair was.
“Hola.” She sleepily grabs her phone off of his bedside table and in an instant sat up.
“Shit, I have practice in an hour.” She exclaims, quickly getting up to get her things in order. Chris sits up to watch her.
“Do you have to go?” He questions. At the moment he didn’t feel safe. Tough, punches-first-talking-later Christopher Veléz was afraid. He wasn’t sure what these people wanted, he didn’t know who they were. But they knew him, and they knew where he was and that was enough. He didn’t want to worry Y/N just yet, but he supposed because his nerves were so high, Y/N took notice anyway. She looks up at him, a worried look on her face. She promptly drops her bag at the foot of his bed and abandons her efforts to put her shoe on to approach him. She crawls across the bed to straddle his waist and without words Christopher pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and snuggling his head in the crook of her neck.
“It’ll be okay, Chris. My brother can’t make decisions for me and I won’t let him continue tormenting you like this.” She unconsciously runs her hand through his hair, force of habit.
He chuckles a little at her words. His worries were much bigger than her brother, but he couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t.
“You’re so tough, hermosa, but you don’t need to protect me.” He says, lifting his head up to meet her eyes. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
“Okay Macho Man.” She says, to which he laughs. “I love you, Chris, of course I’m going to try to protect you.” His heart physically hurt in that moment. Here he had someone so selfless, so beautiful, and she let him call her his. His past was catching up, but he hoped he could stop it in time. He leans up to press a kiss onto her lips, allowing himself to melt into her for a second.
“Vamos, you have to go.” He says, playfully pushing her off. She chuckles as she falls off him. Quickly she collects her stuff and gives him a quick peck before bounding out of his room. Christopher grudgingly follows her, never fond of seeing her go.
“I’ll see you later, okay.” She calls out as she walks out of the house.
“Bye, amor.” He responds, watching as she walks to her car. With one last wave, she’s gone, and Christopher is left alone.
three days until zabdiel’s end of the year party
The rest of the week was uneventful. The growing nerves of both fear and excitement loomed in the halls as the seniors got ready to graduate. Christopher doubted he would graduate, and if by some miracle he did, he had no idea what he wanted to do. He walked the halls and overheard his peers with their larger than life plans. Some were going to big schools in the big cities, others were planning on making it big in Hollywood, and others decided on staying close to home and attending local universities. Whatever their plans were, they were definitely more than what Chris had in mind, which was, at the moment, nothing.
He admired hearing Y/N’s plan for her future, she seemed to have everything prepared. She had laughed when he mentioned this to her now.
“Yeah, but I still feel like when I graduate I’m gonna spiral.” Chris chuckles and brings their entangled hands up to plant a kiss on hers.
“I doubt that, amor.” He mutters. She shakes her head, as if tossing the whole thought from her mind.
“What about you? What are you thinking about after graduation?” He clenches his jaw at her words. Did she want an honest answer? Christopher didn’t think he would have lived long enough to graduate highschool.
“We’re closed.” Chris calls out from behind a shelf. He waits a beat to hear a response, or even the store’s bell to tell him someone has left. Neither of that came. He sets down his inventory sheet and steps towards the front of the store. He turns towards the magazine rack to see someone scanning through the prints. “Hey, I said we’re closed.” He tells them. The person still did not respond. Christopher felt goosebumps prickle his skin. None of this situation sat right with him. Chris begins to approach the person.
“Hey,” He begins, reaching out to grab their shoulder. Catching Chris completely by surprise, he feels a fist collide with his side. On instinct he jumps away, pain coursing through his body. There were two people. He scoffs, unsurprised that Y/N’s brother would start something here. But as the two people approach him, he notices how big they were. These guys could not be Micheal and his friends. Chris tries to fight back but these guys were definitely stronger than him, deflecting his every blow and returning them with two of their own. Grunts sound through the small store as the mystery people deliver fist after fist to every square inch of Christopher’s body. He tried to fight back, but they easily overpowered him. It was in little time that Chris began to fall unconscious. He didn’t know how long it had lasted, but when he finally came to, the people were gone, and the clock read 3AM.
Sitting up was a nightmare, he could feel the deep green and purple bruises forming on his ribs and face. Chris manages to stand after several failed attempts and limps to where his phone was left discarded.
A couple calls and texts from the boys, several missed calls from Benito, and double from Y/N.
Painfully, he manages to drive home.
As Christopher locks the door behind him, Benito’s shouts greet him.
“Christopher Velez dónde cojones estabas?”
He turns to face Benito. His hearing was muffled, it was as if hearing through a wall.
“It’s three in the morning! I’ve been worried sick!” Benito flicks on the lights and prepares to yell some more when he stops, finally seeing Christopher’s face. The bruises were growing, ugly shades of purple and green spotted on his face.
“What happened?” Benito questions, slowly approaching Chris. Chris shakes his head, not wanting to discuss what had happened at the store. He walks past Benito into the kitchen.
“Christopher.” Benito warns, following close behind him.
“It’s nothing!” Chris tells him, but Benito shoots him a look, a look that Chris couldn’t ignore.
He sighs. “Some guys came into the store, and out of nowhere started beating me up.” As Chris says this, Benito retrieves some frozen peas from the freezer and alcohol from the medicine cabinet.
“They were trying to steal?” Benito questions, handing Chris the peas before pouring some rubbing alcohol onto a towel.
“I don’t know, I don’t think they took anything.” Chris tells him, wincing as he presses the cold bag to his bruising face.
“Chris,” Benito begins, a pensive look on his face that didn’t settle Chris’s nerves. “I promised your mother to take care of you, but it looks like I’m not doing a good job.”
Chris answers in silence, unsure of what to say.
“I hope you’re not messing with the wrong people.”
Chris glances up at his words, but doesn’t say anything, his silence was answer enough.
Benito goes to step out of the kitchen, but before he leaves, he places a hand on Christopher’s shoulder.
“Call Y/N, she’s worried.”
Chris rests his head on the cupboards and lets out a sigh.
He knew he had gotten himself into some deep shit, and the last thing he wanted to do was involve Y/N. But he needed to hear her voice.
“Hello?” She says when the call connects.
“Hi.” He responds.
“Hi? Hi? You go missing for hours and all you have to say is ‘hi’?” She’s exasperated, and she’s probably been up for hours waiting for him.
“I’m sorry.” He says.
“What happened?”
He wasn’t going to get her involved. Christopher’s number one goal was to keep Y/N safe, and he would do it no matter what.
“Some guys were trying to rob the store.”
“Oh my gosh, Chris, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, amor. It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, deberías ir a dormir.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
There's a small pause.
“Yeah. Buena noches, hermosa.”
the day of zabdiel’s end of the year party
The next couple of days were difficult. Every call that came from Y/N, he ignored. Every text he left opened. He knew it wasn’t the best plan of action, but he needed her to let him go, and this was the only way. He knew she would hurt, but a broken heart was better than one that wasn’t beating. Chris hadn’t planned on getting deep with La Marquesa, but he needed money and working as a delivery boy back in Ecuador didn’t cut it. He was going to stop after he got enough so that his family could live somewhat comfortably, but that was a pretty lie he told himself. He knew this life, once you got in it, it was almost impossible to get out.
Friday night came by slowly. The pain it brought him to ignore Y/N’s calls was almost unbearable. But he needed to protect her at all costs. His phone then pings from where it lay on his bed.
zab: vas a la fiesta hoy?
He had forgotten about the party entirely.
zab: you said you’d help me with the beer
He sighed, he had promised that. Christopher sends a text back quickly before throwing on his jacket. He didn’t want to go tonight but he had promised a friend. He decided to just drop off the drinks and leave, not wanting the small possibility of facing Y/N.
After taking as much beer as he could find from Benito’s, promising to restock tomorrow morning, Christopher set off to the party. By the time he got there, the music could already be heard down the street. The pulsing lights shone through the windows and the silhouettes of drunk teenagers were visible.
“You made it!” He hears as he steps inside. Joel approaches him and slaps Chris on the back. Chris offers him a smile and lifts the boxes of beer in his arms. Joel nods and motions towards the kitchen.
“Zab is upstairs, he’s been looking for you.” Chris nods and sets down the boxes on the counter before heading up to Zabdiel’s bedroom.
“Aye! Llego el Christopher!” Zabdiel exclaims as Chris pushes the door of his bedroom open. He offers them a smile as he and Richard clap him up in greeting.
“Everything okay?” Richard questions, noticing fatigue in Christopher's eyes, the normal bright and effervescent look in his eyes was almost completely diminished.
“Si, si.” Chris mutters. They both nod his way, but don’t completely believe him. Zabdiel quickly finishes getting ready, as he was already more than fashionably late to his own party. After he sprays the last bit of cologne, he and Richard follow Christopher out of the room.
“Creo que me voy para la casa.” Chris says as he walks to the stairs.
“Que?” Zabdiel questions. “The party just started!”
“I know, I’m just tired.” Zabdiel and Richard share a quick look.
“Bueno loco, it was good seeing you even just for a second.” Richard says, patting Chris on the shoulder.
Christopher walks downstairs, ready to head home. He keeps his gaze in front of him, just wanting to get home as soon as possible. He steps out of the house, Zabdiel and Richard following to bid their farewells. Chris doesn’t look back as he approaches his truck, but he almost stops dead in his tracks when he hears someone calling his name.
“Christopher!” Y/N. He knew her voice anywhere. Christopher flinches at her voice, but he didn’t turn, he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. Zabdiel leans down to whisper something to him but he brushes the taller boy off.
“Christopher!” She yells again and in a moment, she grabs his arm and turns him to face her.
He made sure his expression revealed no emotions, despite the fact that his heart was a hurricane of them. He watched as the tears clung to her lash line, threatening to fall any second. Christopher’s heart hurt as he looked at her, wanting to console her, to tell her it would all be okay. But he couldn’t. Y/N then reaches up to touch his face, noticing the bruises. Before her fingertips could graze his skin, he moves his face away, sure he would collapse into her if he let her touch him. She recoils back and a large pang of hurt erupted in his heart.
“What are you doing?” She questions.
“What?” He questions back. “Did you really think this meant anything to me?”
Her mouth pops open at his words.
“Wh-what?” She stutters. He hated this, he hated it so much.
“You never meant anything to me.” He states. Those words were a double edged sword, hurting both him and her. “We’re over.”
The tears were falling soundlessly down her face, and Christopher swore he felt his heart crack in two.
“You know they’ve always talked about you.” She says in between tears. “They said you would never treat me right. Maybe they had a point.”
Hearing her say that almost knocked the entire facade off. Y/N, the one person who always told him he was capable of so much more than he thought, the person who made him feel like less of an outsider, the person who defied all rules to love him, was telling him this, hitting him right where it hurt. He knew he was never good for her, but she always made him see him through her eyes. But now she saw his as everyone else did, a criminal, an outsider.
You may have heard of what happened in Lebanon today and if not, basically, there was a big explosion in Beirut that affected many cities, destroyed shops, homes, cars, caused many injuries and deaths. The cause is uncertain.
As a fellow lebanese myself (that also lives there), today was absolutely terrifying, probably the scariest moments of my life. We heard a deafening sound as the floors were shaking. Some of us thought it was an attack, others thought it was an earthquake. As soon as it ended many expected a second one, which luckily never happened.
Here's a video of what happened that was sent to me, there are also many others that you can find online.
Windows were broken, doors wrecked, cars flipped over, buildings collapsed, people hit by flying or falling objects, and unfortunately, many didn't make it out alive.
We were one of the lucky ones, our families and friends were all safe and our homes were fine.
Some people couldn't even get out of the crumbling builings, so we saw corpses being pulled out, although some people survived the crash. But wherever we looked, there was blood, poeple were half covered in it, their shirts, pants, hair, everything. And that sight was traumatizing.
We watched the news with elders severely injured, children with blood-spattered shirts and people in pain that couldn't get in the hospitals because they were full.
Some people are missing. Just try to imagine the pain and fear their families and friends are feeling.
Articles about what happened, there are a lot more
Officials expect death toll to rise after huge blast rips through Lebanon's capital.
The explosion took place at the port shortly before 19:00 local time (18:00 CET) with a large cloud of smoke billowing over the city. Eyewit
Not only are we in the middle of a pandemic, but Lebanon is also going through a very serious economical crisis. To give you an example, before, $1 equaled 1 500 lebanese pounds. Nowadays, $1 equals more than 7 000 lebanese pounds. Not to mention that we obviously don't have any dollars at disposition, so yeah we're fucked.
People are hungry, homeless, unemployed. And even if they are getting paid, it'll be useless since the prices of everything went up because they were affected by the economical fiasco.
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Today, I heard my 7 year old cousins scream in fear that they were going to die. I saw my aunt shaking, worried that her children won't survive. I saw my dad freak out while trying to reassure us when we both knew that we were uncertain about the next minutes of our lives. I heard the panic in the trembling voices of my family and friends as they couldn't believe what had just happened. I thought my loved ones and I were going to die in the next seconds.
I'm never forgetting those moments and feelings.
I don't think signing petitions will help, i don't even know if the following links will help either, I just know Lebanon and it's people are desperate for anything because the future of this country is extremely uncertain.
https://helplebanonnow.carrd.co/
How can you help?
https://lebanoncrisis.carrd.co/
Lebanon Needs You More Than Ever. Know more about the crisis in Lebanon, sign petitions, donate or explore volunteering opportunities.
Help families, domestic workers, and refugees in Lebanon with food and other basic needs during this economic and public health crisis
I think donating to the red cross would be the most helpful, so if you are considering it, it'd be great.
There are so many great threads on twitter about what you can do to help, just search help lebanon or something to find them. Also if you can, please donate, and as I said, the lebanese pound is pretty much worthless currently so USD is way more useful to us.
Yesterday I got kicked out of my house by my homophobic family because someone close to me told them that I was queer. It’s really hurtful because I was betrayed by close friends and then rejected immediately by my family.
I came back and most of my stuff was still in the house except for a few pieces of clothes and personal items, they won’t let me back into the house and I’m scared of being assaulted. My friend offered to let me stay with them for a few days, but after that I’ll be effectively homeless with no money, food, or shelter.
I’m trying to figure out what to do and trying to contact as many people as I know who may let me stay with them, but I’m very scared and uncertain.
My paypal is paypal.me/sofijaGV please donate anything if you can I will be forever grateful. Please signal boost if you can Ireally need the help of the LGBTQ community right now.
The cheapest room I can find is around 70 bucks a night, I need to be out of my friends house by the 4th and so I need to stay somewhere from the 4th to the 14th when it’s my payday. I need 710 just to cover the price of a room. This doesn’t include food but I can use my overdraft for that and go hungry for a while.
So far, I’ve collected 95.11 out of 710. I get paid on the 14th and my pay cheque should be about 300/400 dollars which is good for another weeks stay. My uni friends have offered me a place at their rental starting September 2nd until I can get back on my feet. Thank you so much for everyone who has donated and reblogged so far you’re saving my life.
so i hear a get a ship 👀👀 also ty again for choosing meeee I’m glad u liked my entry ily !!! ❤️❤️❤️
This is a ship for winning my writing contest! I’m not doing ships.
This has been collecting dust in my ask box forever bc I never check my asks SKKFJFHWJ ILY so here is your ship:
I know you love Chris but zodiac aside I ship you with Erick SO SO hard. I would pay to see that relationship. Your personalities would just line up so well and click?? He would still like you even though you don’t hate on minorities and know all the lyrics to his songs don’t worry. Maybe at first y’all would just steal glances at each other bc wbk you both would be shy when you think someone’s cute and not wanna make the first move, but he would finally walk up to you and say hello and that would be it. He would make really dumb jokes and somehow make you laugh?? His whole goal in life would be to make you smile tbh so expect lots of jokes, small gifts, and compliments. He would love to watch you paint as well bc the talent would shock him and he loves everything you’re passionate about. 10/10 he would look at you like you’re his world like it was a movie. Everything he does would be catered towards you with only you on his mind. All-in-all, it would be like the softest and happiest relationship ever!! Marry already!!
I love this! I’m gonna do only lines that weren’t in the scenes I did for mutuals as my fave movie scenes. also some of these are tv shows sorry lol
btw im not gonna explain these because I put way too much time into these things lol but if you want any explanation feel free to ask me directly 💕
again, maybe you’ll be tagged twice
do you feel held by him? does he feel like home to you? [midsommar] - @sunkissedvelez
I love you // it’ll pass [fleabag] - @yatusabess
there is so much pain. and I-I-I don’t know how to not notice it. // what’s hurting you? // no, not…not me. it’s them! it’s…it’s everyone. it never stops. do you understand? [perks of being a wallflower] - @cnc-oh-boi
when king lear dies in act v, do you know what shakespeare has written? he's written "he dies." that's all, nothing more. no fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. the culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "he dies." it takes shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "he dies." and yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. and I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "he dies", but because of the life we saw prior to the words [mr magorium’s wonder emporium] - @besosdecnco (sorry I keep tagging you in such sad stuff dfhaksd)
well, I believe we have some power over who we love. it isn’t something that just happens to a person // I think the poets might disagree // well, i’m not a poet. i’m just a woman [little women (2019)] - @virgatto
do you believe in love at first sight? nah, I betcha don’t. you're probably too sensible for that. or have you ever, like, seen somebody and you knew that, if only that person really knew you they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with and realize that you were the one that they wanted to just grow old with. have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven’t even talked to? ...have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma? [while you were sleeping] - @cncothoughts
life is suffering. it is hard. the world is cursed. but still, you find reasons to keep living [princess mononoke] - @sunkissedvelez
under love’s heavy burden do I sink [romeo + juliet (1996)] - @pretendcnco
I want you to be the very best version of yourself that you can be // what if this is the best version? [ladybird] - @cncopmhoe
I love you...most ardently [pride and prejudice (2005)] - @lostinzabdielito
she walks in starlight in another world...do you think she could’ve loved me? [the hobbit: the desolation of smaug] - @hectorbeyerin
if memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? if so, I hope they last for centuries [chungking express] - @zabdielmuch
I don’t know what this feeling is // is it god or is it me? // I don’t know...I don’t know [fleabag] - @ctrlcnco
now you listen to me. while I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a naysayer and hatchetman in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of gandhi and king. my concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. the foundation of such a method... is love. I love you [twin peaks] - @marveling-under-many-skies
it comes across as love // sure, I guess I pay attention // don’t you think maybe they are the same thing? love and attention? [ladybird] - @ctrlcnco
another lover hits the universe. the circle is broken. but with death comes rebirth. and like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet [kill your darlings] - @hectorbeyerin
what do you fear most in the world? // the possibility that love is not enough [twin peaks] - @brightdarkeyes
I wish none of this had happened // so do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us [lord of the rings: the fellowship of the ring] - @cnc-oh-boi
so you failed. alright you really failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you think I care about that? I do understand. you wanna be really great? then have the courage to fail big and stick around. make them wonder why you're still smiling [elizabethtown] - @glossedchaos
i think you’ll find someone, and love them, and you will live and die for them, because that’s your way, and you will. and I’ll watch [little women (2019)] - @pm-whipped
I think you know how to love better than any of us. that’s why you find it all so painful [fleabag] - @lostinzabdielito
you damn hypocrites. you make me sick! everybody knew she was in trouble but we didn’t do anything. all you good people… you wanna know who killed laura palmer? you did! we all did. [twin peaks] - @yatusabess
I'm impossible to forget but I'm hard to remember [elizabethtown] - @papichriscnco
thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged // then have my lips the sin that they have took? // sin from my lips? o trespass sweetly urged! give me my sin again [romeo + juliet (1996)] - @hoelpimentel
I don't know what to do with it // with what? // with all the love I have for her. i don’t know where to put it now // I'll take it [fleabag] - @smoljoelito
I'm sorry again if I didn't tag you! I love you all very much regardless of if you are here or not 💕
send me mutuals as, film asks or ask for personalized film recs
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theartofmadeline
stormborns
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