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He is so darn pretty♡ Look at those eyes! Like goddammit! Tan pinche bonito♡♡ Xochiquétzal really did blessed our boy♡♡♡
I MEAN IT LOOKS OBVIOUS THAT I EDITED SEAN PAUL AND MEGHAN TRAINOR OUT BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE!!
p.s. but if you’re better at this, please message me:)) ❤ (this is abs shit as you can see the marks where I deleted them😂😂😂😂)
He was so cute!😂♡ Look at those cachetotes
THIS IS SO GOOD I- HAJJSD THIS IS GONNA BE ZABDIEL’S SONG I CAN FEEL IT
What can I say about his voice there’s nothing I can come up with no words to describe how perfect it is. All I can say is that I adore Joel Pimentel
La chica del vestido negro
Prompt: “ because I like to touch but it’s untouchable“ pretend cnco
Warning: Joel gets blue balls.
Joel pov
The guys were all doing their own pre-show rituals -- Zabdiel and Erick watching some of the other acts finish up their sets, Richard FaceTiming Aaliyah, Chris on WhatsApp, most likely talking to his mom, and me watching videos on YouTube. One more act had to do their set before we were on, so we all had some time before Clara wrangled us all together.
“Joel, ven aquí. Hay una chica guapa,” Erick tells me, and I wanted to go see who they were talking about. Something told me to go over there, but I knew if I went, I’d get freaked, so I stayed where I was in the chair. When the other act’s time was coming to an end, I got up, and walked over by the guys, getting ready for the cue to walk out, taking my place between Erick and Christopher. There were some times when I seriously wished I could be next to Zabdiel instead, because being next to the two spazzes sometimes was a pain in the ass.
“¿Dónde está mis latinas?” The DJ asked and when the crowd went wild, that was when I could hear the music.
“This is it guys, let’s kick some ass,” Richard told us, before the music played and the crowd went crazy as pictures of our individual jackets flashed on the Jumbotron.
The music cut and we all stepped through the door, the fans losing their minds as I fought the huge smile on my face. Hearing the fans scream made all of it -- the constant traveling, being away from family and friends, missing family functions, the nightly shows -- seem worth it. All of it was made worth it when the fans lost their minds at the beginning of the show, and when they sang our lyrics back to us.
We started with Hey DJ, and during the first minute of us starting the song, Zabdiel locked eyes with one of the girls in the crowd. Glancing over, I realized that she was hot, and totally my type. She had the obvious Latina coloring, with curly black hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and a piece of hair that either fell out or was purposely left out framed her face nicely. I had to bite my lip from letting my face change a whole lot when I took a good look at her, and noticed the dress she was wearing -- a black one that looked almost skintight, with a couple slits by the chest so her cleavage was peeking out, but not too much. Christopher looked over at Zabdiel and I felt both of their eyes on me when we all finished singing the main chorus, going into the second verse. While we waited to start singing, while the music was going, before Erick starts rapping.
“Hey bro, look at the girl in the second row, she’s kinda hot,” Richard tells me in our inears, and I felt my temper rise a little bit. Even though, why should I? She wasn’t my girlfriend, I wasn’t dating her, and from where she was, she wasn’t touchable. But I’d like to. Knowing the fans though, and sometimes I’m convinced they work for the CIA, they would find out and the poor girl would get unloaded a bunch of hate that I would hate to have her even think about. So for now, I can’t do anything, and while it saddened a part of me, it made me go even harder with the choreography. Keeping to her side as much as possible, I’d throw winks as much as I could. But I had to do something because my band mates were a bunch of animals.
While Richard was talking to the crowd, I noticed Chris winking at one of the girls next to mine. She looked like his type too. She obviously had a pulse. But she was cute, not my type per se. She almost looked like a female version of Chris with boobs and instead of blonde ends, her hair went from a dark chocolate brown to a dark reddish brown. She was wearing a black strappy shirt with three silver hoops that went down her chest, showing off her cleavage. She put her hand on my girl’s shoulder, and she must’ve put on heels because a second ago, she stood at the same height as her friend but now she was at least three inches taller.
“Chris, we got five seconds. Stop thinking about taking the girl back to the hotel.”
“Bro, don’t be mad that you didn’t have your girl in Chicago,” Chris tells him over the inears.
“But it looks like yours came,” Richard tells him back and Chris does a double take, but the girl doesn’t notice, she’s talking and laughing with her friend about something.
“¡Carajo! It is her!” Chris got super excited, pointing in the girl’s direction and doing the same motion he did with his shoulders when we were in Chicago a few months back, when he started the search to find his Cinderella. When the girl realized it, her brown eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Thank you to Noe for letting me participate in the contest. Thank you to Kay and Tai for helping me out with the editing.
Tags: @la-undercover-latina @girlbabyvelez @castieltrash1 / @cnchoe-imagines
That’s what created the king of salt
Dedicated to all the salty people
These boys killed this
Me everytime I hear Richard's high note in "Pretend"🤤😍
