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tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo · 5 years ago

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christopher velez - run

aka: get back here, u rat

Author’s Note: This is the second fic in the Boyfriend/Bestfriend Series @zabdidaddi and I are doing! The tone of this one is very different from the first, so we hope you enjoy it! <3 -m.n.

Pairings: Richard - best friend, Christopher - love interest

Warnings: This is the funniest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Jay and I were laughing so hard over this thing, I swear.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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You saw him before he saw you. His hair was blond now and his face was turned away from you, but there was no mistaking the figure - it was Richard.

You dropped your suitcase and ran as fast as you could, jumping onto his back piggy-back style.

“Rich!” you yelled, and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh my god, shawty!” he was visibly frightened, but didn’t drop you. “You can never just say hi, can you?” he laughed after his recovery.

“Not to you,” you said, slipping off his back to give him a hug.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said squeezing you tight. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for the plane ticket to come see you!” you said. “This tour has been so long.”

“Anytime, shawty,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you need help with your suitcase?” A handsome boy you hadn’t noticed before stepped forward.

“Oh, sure!” you smiled at him uncertainly.

“(Y/N), this is Joel,” said Richard. “I asked him to come along.” Why did Richard wink at you as he said that?

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When you arrived in the huge hotel suite the band shared, there were two boys standing over a table, decorating a cake.

The tall one with blond hair looked up immediately.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Zabdiel,” he said pleasantly.

“And I’m Erick,” said the one with piercing blue eyes. They were both grinning like fools.

“What are you so happy about?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Come, look!” Zabdiel said, beckoning you, Richard, and Joel over.

The icing on the cake they decorated said, “Hapee birthday, Richard’s frend :)” in what looked like a first grader’s handwriting. Above “Richard’s frend” was a horrible misspelling of your name, crossed out, and violently covered in sprinkles.

“Zabdi, what is this supposed to be?” Richard asked, scowling.

“A birthday cake. We made it ourselves,” said Zabdiel proudly, looking over at Erick.

Joel’s head was in his hands. “Oh my god, the spelling,” he mumbled, pained.

“Bro.” Erick looked sadly at Joel. “We spent two hours on this.”

“I love it!” you were smiling so hard it hurt. It was hilarious.

“Really?” Zabdiel and Erick perked up.

“Really, this is the best cake I’ve ever seen,” you said, tears streaming out of your eyes from suppressed laughter.

“Oh my god, she’s crying, Zabdi,” said Erick.

“Why are you crying, mi amol?” Zabdiel bent down to look in your eyes, genuinely concerned.

You threw a tragic look at Richard, who smirked. “It’s just that Richard’s never made me a cake before,” you said, voice almost cracking with laughter.

“Oh bebé, I’m sorry,” said Zabdiel seriously, pulling you into a hug. “I will be your best friend now instead.”

“Me too,” said Erick, joining Zabdiel in hugging you.

“Me three,” said an unfamiliar voice, and you suddenly felt a pair of hands low on your waist.

You looked up and there was a handsome boy with floppy hair and a confident smile.

“Who are you?” you asked, not knowing why your heart was fluttering.

“I’m Chris. Who are you?”

“That’s (Y/N),” said Richard, his voice deeper than usual. “And she’s my best friend. When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Chris said, winking at you.

“(Y/N), would you like to see how we did the sprinkles on the cake?” Zabdiel asked.

“Of course,” you said. And while Zabdiel and Erick showed you their cake-decorating techniques, Richard struck up a different conversation with Joel.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Richard asked. “You should talk to her.”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful, but... I-,” faltered Joel, blushing.

“I don’t think she’s beautiful,” Chris interjected.

“What?”

“I think she’s hot.” Chris was grinning.

“Listen here, you little goof,” Richard hissed menacingly. “Stay away from her.”

“Why?”

“She needs someone who’ll take care of her, not flirt with her.”

“Ay, papá, that’s what she has you for.”

***

Once you had all eaten some of the cake, which was surprisingly delicious, Richard’s phone rang.

“It’s Aaliyah,” he said, smiling. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Send her my besitos,” you said, and he nodded.

The moment he was gone, Chris grabbed your hand. His eyes were alight and it made you smile.

“You’re all I can think about, mamí,” he said. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” Your heart beat.

“Anywhere. To the stars, if you want.”

You glanced at the door Richard disappeared through. He probably wouldn’t mind. “All right,” you said, feeling like a dream.

Chris took you to a really beautiful restaurant in the city. He was attentive and kind, and his laughter was contagious.

You were captivated while he told you about all the places he’d been and things he’d done. “You remind me of Rio de Janeiro,” he said. “When I was walking on the - oh no.” His eyes moved to something behind you, terror on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What the heck, Christopher?” You could recognize Richard’s voice without seeing him.

“Oh no, oh no,” Chris mumbled.

“I told you to stay away from her,” Richard boomed, and people started to look at you. You wanted to die right there.

“Richard, just listen,” said Chris weakly.

Richard, however, wasn’t in the mood for talking. He grabbed Chris by the jacket, ready to fight. But Chris slipped away, leaving his jacket in Richard’s hand, and took off screaming.

“Hey! Get back here, you rat!” Richard yelled, sprinting after him.

It was like watching a savage lion chase his prey through the jungle. Chris’s hyper screams reminded you of a chipmunk in distress.

Chris collided with a waiter, who fell down dramatically, while Richard jumped on top of a table. From there, he pounced down on Chris, whose screaming intensified.

You ran after them, pulling on Richard’s shoulders to get him to let go.

“Richard, what in the world-?”

“No, that’s on me, (Y/N),” Christopher wheezed. “He caught me slipping.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I warned him to stay away from you,” said Richard. “He knows he doesn’t deserve you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“He’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever seen, shawty, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. Why couldn’t you go out with someone normal - like Joel?”

“Rich, you’re not my dad,” you said, tears welling up from emotion. “I think I can make my own decisions, especially on my birthday.” But when you looked at him you saw that tears were trickling out of his eyes too. “Now why are you crying, Richard?”

“Because I made you cry,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“It’s all right, Rich.” You leaned down and hugged him tight. “But I just have one thing to say,” you said, glancing over at Chris.

“What is it, mamí?” Chris looked up at you sheepishly. You took his hand and smiled.

“Run!”

And hand in hand you two sprinted out of the restaurant and into the sunshine, laughing so hard you felt like your side would split.

#christopher velez x reader #richard camacho x reader #cnco fanfic #boyfriend/bestfriend series #cnco #get back here u rat

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marvelouslimelight · 5 years ago

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I’m crying. Everything about this video was just perfect

except Chris’ outfit it ruined my whole mood lmao

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chellybear98 · 5 years ago

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Proposal 💍

This one is for my babe, @cnco-much !! I really hope you like it bebecita! 😭❤️

Flashbacks are in italics.

Also if anyone wants to request anything feel free ☺️ I write fluff and angst 😂

Taglist: @ericks-mala-actitud (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist hmu 👀)

“Mami! Can I wear this one so I can match with papi?” You and Aaliyah were currently getting ready for the concert the boys were having in Miami. Richard had left earlier on in the day because he had rehearsals, so you and Aaliyah decided that you would both meet him there in time for the concert.

“Of course you can princess! I’ll wear mine too so we can all match!” Aaliyah’s face instantly lit up. Richard was wearing his half denim half camo pants so both you and Aaliyah were gonna wear your camo jackets.

Richard and you have been together for about 3 years now. It’s been a rollercoaster but you both managed to make it through every obstacle. Each time, coming out stronger than before. Aaliyah has also been a huge part of the relationship. From the minute you met her you knew that you both had an amazing bond.

“You ready to meet the other love of my life?” Richard said with a smirk on his gorgeous face as soon as you pulled up to his parents’ place. To say you were nervous would’ve been the understatement of the year. Aaliyah was the only person in his family who you hadn’t met yet. Her opinion of you would either make or break your relationship. Richard had noticed your anxious state and gently held your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

“Relax nena. She’ll love you just as much as I love you. No te preocupes.”

“I really hope so.” You said with a sigh. You both exited the car and slowly but surely made your way to the front door. Just as Richard was about to knock, the door flung open.

“Papi!” Aaliyah yelled and jumped onto Richard.

“Hola mi amor.” Richard said while holding her close in a tight embrace. You were just standing there, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs and staring down at the floor. Richard once again noticed your anxious state and grabbed your hand with his free one that wasn’t holding Aaliyah. You instantly looked up to see him softly smiling at you while Aaliyah was staring at you with a poker face. You had no idea what was going through her pretty little head.

“Princess, this is Y/N. Remember I told you that I wanted you to meet my friend who was very special to me?” The way Richard spoke to Aaliyah melted your heart. That was one of the things you admired most about him, how soft and loving he was to the people he cared so much about.

You were so caught up in admiring Richard that you almost didn’t notice the little girl flinging herself toward you. You instantly let go of Richard’s hand to hold her securely with both hands. She immediately wrapped her little arms around your neck to give you a hug.

“Hola Y/N! My papi talks about you all the time! He really likes you.” Aaliyah said with a cute little giggle. You felt you anxiousness begin to fade as you realized that you really had nothing to worry about, just as Richard had said.

“Well I would hope he does because I really like him too.” You said while giggling along with Aaliyah. Richard just looked at the both of you with all the admiration in the world.

“See I told you that you had nothing to worry about.” Richard said. You just gave him a little smile and refocused on Aaliyah.

“So you said that your papi talks about me all time.. what does he say about me?” You asked with a laugh. Aaliyah just laughed along with you ready to tell you all the cute things her papi said.

Because you and Aaliyah both had such a strong bond, it was quite easy for her to become comfortable around you. It is because of this comfort that she calls you mami. You remember the first time she called you mami. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

You, Richard and Aaliyah were all having a lazy day since Richard was finally home after being away for over a month. You and Richard were cuddled up on the couch while Aaliyah was right in front of you both playing with her kitchen set that Richard had bought her. She was pretending to make you lunch. You and Richard were just quietly talking, catching up on each other’s lives when it happened.

“Mami! Do you want fried chicken or chicken nuggets for lunch?” She asked while not even realizing what she had said. Both you and Richard had a look of pure shock written over your faces.

“What did you just say sweetheart?” You slowly asked, wanting to make sure you heard her right.

“I asked if you wanted fried chicken or chicken nuggets.” She said, patiently waiting for a response.

“No baby, what did you call her?” Richard finally spoke up. Aaliyah looked absolutely confused as to why you and Richard were acting so strange.

“I called her mami. Is she not my mami?” She asked. You instantly started to cry. It touched your heart that she thought of you as a mother figure. You didn’t know what else to do so you scooped her up in your arms and gave her a tight hug.

“Of course I’m your mami babygirl! I will always be your mami.” You said while tears were still running down your face.

You were snapped out of you little memory when Aaliyah spoke up.

“What did you say babygirl?” You asked not really hearing what she said as you were so deep in your thoughts.

“Why are you crying mami?” It was then you realized that you had started crying, thinking about that day.

“Oh it’s nothing mi amor. No te preocupes. Are you ready to go see papi and your tios perform?” You asked while grabbing picking up your purse and Aaliyah’s bag.

“Si!! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

When you both got there the boys were getting ready to go up on stage. Aaliyah ran up to Richard while you walked up to Ali to rest the bags down.

“She is the cutest thing in the world. When are you guys gonna make her a big sister?” Ali asked with a little laugh. You laughed along with her while responding, “When he puts a ring on this finger then you can ask me that question again.” Ali just looked at you with a big smirk that made you extremely confused.

“Two minutes boys. On stage in two minutes.” You heard someone yell. Richard then ran towards you with Aaliyah in his arms. He gently placed her down. “I have a surprise for you after the show so don’t run off before the end.” He said with a little wink and then gave you a quick hug and a kiss before scurrying back over to the rest of the boys. Once again Ali looked at you with a big smirk and you were left completely confused.

It was now the end of the show where the boys thank the fans and tell them goodnight, but that’s not what happened. Chris ran off stage towards you.

“Come on Y/N! It’s time for Richard’s surprise!” He said with a wink. He grabbed your hand and yanked you onto the stage. You were beyond nervous. You never did well infront of huge crowds. Chris led you to a single stool placed directly in the center of the stage and made you sit. He and the other boys then walked to the side of the stage, leaving you and Richard at the center. Richard looked at you with his gorgeous eyes, winked and turned his direction to the crowd of cncowners.

“Okay guys, so I have one last song I’m gonna perform. This one is dedicated to the love of my life. The person who always seems to make me smile even when I’m in the most horrible moods. The person who pushed me to be the best version of myself. The person who I honestly wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.” Richard said, looking at you while saying the last sentence. You didn’t know what to do so you just sat there staring at him and blushing. He then began singing ‘Marry you’ by Bruno Mars.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

When he sang the last line, he got down on one knee and looked up at you with tears in his eyes and asked those special words.

“Will you marry me?”

With tears running down your face, you jumped off of the stool and tackled Richard in a bear hug while repeating whispering, “Yes!”. When you both pulled away Richard stood up and placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for the most loving kiss ever. All that was heard were cheers from the crowd, the crew and the boys. In this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the entire world.

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elliesshitofablog · 5 years ago

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all i can say is don’t judge me🤷🏽‍♀️

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multifandom-mixtapes · 5 years ago

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I’M WORKING ON REQUESTS BUT CAN WE JUST TAKE A SECOND TO CRY TOGETHER CAUSE???? WHO GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO DO THIS TO US????

#joelito #joel pimentel #joel pimentel x reader #cnco #zabdiel de jesus x reader #zabdiel de jesus #richard camacho x reader #richard camacho #erick brian colon x reader #erick brian colon #christopher velez x reader #christopher velez #cncowners

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cnchoe-imagines · 5 years ago

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Hi babe! It’s my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering if you could maybe do a Richard Drabble with 15 from the prompt list maybe if you can make it a bit angsty 👀😂 thanks love ❤️

richard x gn!reader + the way you said “i love you” - 15. loud, so everyone can hear

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The shot you throw back burns of regret and envy, scarring your throat with the familiar taste of him. His lips had the same poison on them last time you kissed him, and you can practically feel his rough touch and hot breath. The way he gripped your hips said forever, but his eyes held hesitance in them, and you wish you had remembered they were the window to the soul and saved yourself from heartbreak.

He stood just a few yards away, red hair slicked back with sweat. His earring catches the flickering lights and the little cross dangling from his lobe reflects in your direction, calling you over. You’re the hesitant one this time, though, so you stay rooted in your spot, digging your heels into the floor with as much determination as you can muster.

You don’t know who the girl with him is or why she’s so close, but you wish you didn’t care. She has just as much right to grind against him as you do to envision yourself in her spot. It’s the only birthday wish of yours you know won’t come true, even if you whisper it into the air as you blow out your candles.

The cake celebration is long forgotten, however, when Richard stalks over to you after the song blasting ends, the heavy reggaeton beat fading as his steps grow closer.

“¿Por qué me estás ignorando?” His words are hushed, but his tone is forceful. His dark and hooded eyes stare into yours, and a part of you swears he’s tearing up -- but you know better than to have hope when it comes to Richard.

“You’re busy,” you respond nonchalantly, tearing your gaze from his. When you glance around, the girl from before is long gone, but when you turn back, Richard is still there -- staring at you with an unidentifiable emotion on his features.

Then, it morphs into something more familiar -- anticipation, maybe. “So, you were watching.”

You’re shocked for a moment, and then you glare. Fire rushes through your body and you take a step closer to him. He may think your feelings are a game, but you’re about to prove him wrong.

“So that’s what this is to you? You love knowing I’m over here watching you -- that I’m the one heartbroken because I’m the one that fell in love with you.” You don’t realize you’re yelling until things go silent and everyone by the bar is staring, the air heavy with tension. At this point, you could care less, even those your hands shake with nerves and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“No,” Richard replies, just as fiery. “I love knowing that you’re watching because I can’t help but wish you’d walk over and take me back -- because I’m the stupid one who fell in love and let you go.”

a/n: happy birthday babe !! have a great one xx 💕

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kaiyatoast · 2 years ago

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coming home - richard camacho

pairing: richard camacho x reader w/c: 391

imagine richard coming home from tour. you guys have not seen each other in months. the two of you are tired, you from school or work, while richard from the long flight home.

you'd pick him up from the airport. you were super excited the entire way there. your fingers were constantly tapping on the wheel as you silently cursed at every red traffic light. but when you finally reached the airport, you calmed down a little.

but not for long.

you waited at the pickup area, standing around and trying to spot your boyfriend and his friends. your eyes scanned the area when you heard chatter coming from a direction. you heard his voice. you didn't need to be near him, you'd be able to recognise his voice just like that.

with a huge smile on your face, you half walked, half ran in that direction. richard spotted you and a smile grew on his face at the sight of you. he placed his luggage down as you grinned.

you finally reached him. you moved towards each other at the same time and wrapped your arms around each other simultaneously. the moment his arms were around you, you felt lighter. after all these months, you were reunited with him again.

you hid your face in his neck, hugging him tight to you. your lips turned up in an even wider smile. you had missed him so damn much.

"i've missed you baby," richard said in that smooth voice that you loved.

"i've missed you too baby," you replied. richard lifted his hand to caress your face, his eyes scanning your face with a smile that kept growing.

"you gonna kiss me or are you going to keep staring at me?" you asked him, a tiny smirk on your face. at your words, his lips too turned up in a smile that made your heart race.

"i love you," richard said before he crashed his lips onto yours, showing you just how much he missed you, how much he loved you. you returned the gesture, your body feeling more alive with the electricity coursing through your veins.

you ignored the cheers from richard's bandmates. with one final kiss, you leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"c'mon baby. let's get home. we've got a lot of things to catch up on."

reposted from my other account @calums-betch

#richard camacho #cnco #cnco fanfic #cnco imagine #richard camacho x reader #richard camacho fluff

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whippedforcnco · 6 years ago

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The Dark Side Part 2 | Richard Camacho

A/N: i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get out, but I had a little creative rut that I couldn’t really get out of, but I FINALLY FINISHED PART TWO!!! I hope this was worth the wait (spoiler: it’s not). I really hope you guys like this!! Also sorry that it’s kinda long.

Read part one HERE!

Richard’s POV

The words fell from my lips and the second they did I regretted them. I watched as she lifted her hand, and felt the sting on my cheek as it made contact. I stood, frozen, as she slammed the door in my face, tears already stinging her eyes.

I moved with heavy feet down the hallway and into the elevator, groaning and putting my head on the wall after the doors had shut. Twenty minutes ago I was sitting in a cab, holding her hand and all I could think about was how beautiful she looked with the moonlight shining in the window.

I knew that I had ruined my chances at getting the retraction, and at getting her to go back out with me, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying again. As I headed back to where me and the guys were staying, I started to form a plan. A plan that would hopefully get me everything I wanted.

The next day, I tell all of the guys what had happened at the end of the date and am bombarded with some very rude names in Spanish.

“Pendejo, what kind of reaction did you expect after that?” Joel asks, annoyance clearly filling his voice.

“I didn’t exactly expect (plan for) those words to come out of my mouth right after (the kiss) kissing her. I wanted to bring it up all night, but the timing never seemed right.” I try to explain, and all of the boys groan.

“Y pensaste que el momento indicado fue después de besarla?” Zabdiel asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, no, but it just kind of came out of my mouth,” Richard says, looking down at the ground.

You’re such an idiot.” Zabdiel says, rolling his eyes.

“I really screwed up this time, didn’t I?” Richard drops his head into his hands, groaning as the boys all nod yes.

Your POV

It’s been several weeks since everything went down with Richard, and you’ve been very aware of his presence on your social media. You upped your Instagram game, posting photos of you at clubs and parties with your friends, and actually posting your outfit of the day pictures like you’d promised a long time ago. You uploaded photos like crazy while you were on vacation, though. And Richard liked every single picture you uploaded.

The day you came back to work after your vacation, you found an invite on your desk. You were being invited to cover a red carpet awards show for the first time. You knew this would be a lot of publicity for you and your boss, and you knew you would need to look good. You still had a few weeks to find a dress and get prepared.

After several shopping days, and lots of gorgeous dresses, you decided on a baby blue one shoulder dress. You chose silver accents to go with the baby blue dress, and even got your nails done white and baby blue.

On the morning of the awards show you got your hair done by one of your close friends. She curled your hair and tied it into a ponytail, leaving some strands down. For your makeup, you went with nude eyeshadow, and a nude lip. All of this took way too long so by the time you were finished it was time to get lunch and get dressed before you headed to the awards show.

You got a quick lunch before heading back to your apartment to slip into the dress and heels, grabbing your purse and your things. You arrived at the venue shortly, saying hi to some of your reporter friends, and greeting everyone. One of your coworkers was here as well, holding your microphone and waving at you. You set your stuff down at the designated area, making sure no one would take anything, before you got out on the carpet to start interviews.

The afternoon was going by quickly, you’d completed several good interviews, and were trying to find your victim, when you heard a familiar voice. You beeline for your coworker, who was interviewing someone. After her interview finished you ran over to her, eyes wide.

“Do I have to interview CNCO?” You ask her, and she pulls a piece of paper from one of the hidden pockets on her dress. She takes a moment to read it before looking up at you with a sorry look. You let out a big sigh before you head back over towards where you heard his voice. You find the boys quickly, and walk over to them, smiling.

“Hi, guys! How are you all doing today?” You ask, and they respond, all smiling. “I’m Y/n, I’ll be doing a quick interview with you and then you guys can get to the good stuff inside.” They nod and grin, so you go ahead and start the interview.

“Are you guys excited to be here tonight? I know you guys were just at the Latin billboards, but how does it feel to be here?” You ask, grinning as you hold out the microphone. Christopher speaks up, giving you his usual toothy grin.

“Are you excited to be here, mami?” He asks back, and you laugh, shaking your head.

“I am not the one being interviewed here.” You say, and they all laugh

“You’re not gonna try and ruin anyone else’s reputation tonight, right?” Richard asks, and you roll your eyes. The other boys look at him, confused, and you rush into the next question.

“What do the next few months look like for CNCO? New music? New videos?” You ask, and Joel answers this question, making you laugh when he responds with “We’ll just have to see.”

“I know you guys just had a huge tour, a world tour if I remember correctly. Are you glad to be home now and relaxing?” You ask, still smiling, and the general consensus is yes, but they’re going to miss seeing their fans and performing for a little while.

After your interview is finished, it’s time for everyone to head inside. You return the microphone back to where it needs to be, and grab your purse before you tell your coworker that you’re gonna go to the bathroom.

You don’t see Richard nearby, nor do you hear him as he trails behind you.

“Hey, mami, where ya going? The show is this way.” You freeze at the sound of his voice, and your jaw clenches. You turn around, a sour smile on your face.

“I’m just gonna go to the ladies room, and then I’ll be in to watch the show.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. You turn to walk away, and he catches up to you, grabbing your arm.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened that night.” His voice is soft this time, and less sharp. You bite your bottom lip, turning around.

“I’m sorry that night ever happened.” You say, your words dripping with venom. Your words sting, and Richard’s face drops when he hears you.

“I’m not. I had a great time.” He’s barely audible this time, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“Yeah? I’m glad you had a fun time stabbing me in the back. Shows what kind of person you are.” You say, turning to walk away again. Richard’s quick, though, and he grabs your arm once more, spinning you around to face him.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did. If you want to know the truth, it’s that I was taking you out because I still wanted a retraction, but somewhere along the way my lines got blurred. My feelings came into this, and I know yours did too.” Richard pauses, and you look up at him, biting your lip. “I’m sorry that I asked for a retraction right after kissing you. I really enjoyed our date, and I would love to take you on another one - a better one.” He says, dropping his hands and taking a step away from you.

“Think about it. You know where to find me.” You watch as he turns and walks away and after a couple of seconds you make your way into the bathroom, finishing your business before heading back into the awards show. You make your way to your seat, greeting everyone sitting near you.

The rest of the evening goes well, and you bail on the after parties, choosing to go back to your hotel and get into the hot tub. You spend a good almost two hours in the hot water, your phone playing soft music as you sip wine and think to yourself. You go back up to your hotel room after your fingers have long since turned pruney, and your skin radiates heat.

Your next day at work, you take the story down, putting up an apology in its place. You walk your resignation letter into your boss’ office, dropping it on his desk in front of him. He briefly tries to talk you out of it, but you won’t budge with your decision. After that you clean out your desk, taking all of your personal belongings home with you that evening.

You took the next couple of weeks off, going home to spend some time with your family before you move to start your newest journalism job. You flew out to New York on a Saturday, taking the weekend to set up your new apartment before you started your work week. You spent the two days unpacking all of your clothes and dancing around your, mostly bare, living room.

Monday morning had finally arrived, and your nerves were crazy high. You had chosen to wear a pair of camel colored wide legged pants, a white wrap blouse, and white pumps. Your hair was in a curled ponytail, and your makeup was soft, accenting your features. You left your apartment early, taking the time to stop and get coffee from the small cafe down the street, before hailing a cab. You arrive at your job a few minutes early, heading inside to get your ID photo taken, and to find where you’d be working.

You’d been hired on by Sony as a Communications Director. It was a couple of steps up from just writing, because you now get to oversee all communication between the company and the outside world, and make sure everything that went out into the world stayed true to the brand, and its message.

Your first week went great, a few bumps here and there, but you were starting to get the hang of it, and you were really enjoying what you were doing. You didn’t have to work with any celebrities, just the writers and social media directors who sent you their content for your approval before they put it out into the world.

You were looking down at your phone when you walked in, glancing up to make sure you weren’t gonna run into anything, flashing your ID at the security guard at the office, even as he greets you by name. You smile and wave at him as you pass him, coffee in one hand, eyes still glancing up and down as you try to examine the newest project you’ve been sent. You stop, the clicking of your heels on the tile floor halting as you hear your name being called, and you turn around, biting your lip when you see Richard jogging after you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, and you hold up the ID card still in your hand, ‘Sony’ printed in bold letters across the top.

“I work here.” You say quietly, and he chuckles a little.

“Congrats. They’re lucky to have you.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m sure you’re just glad that I won’t be writing any more pieces about you.” You joke, and he lets out a dry chuckle, nodding.

“A little bit, yeah. Thanks for taking the piece down, by the way. I appreciate it.” He says, and your shrug.

“Sony offered me this job right before the awards show, and I took the piece down moments before resigning from my old job. It was one of the requirements before I could come work here.” You say, and his face falls a little.

“So you did it because you had to, not because you wanted to?” He asks, and you roll your eyes.

“The only reason you took me on a date was to get a retraction your managers were on your ass about. Not because you wanted to.” Your phone dings and you glance down, sighing.

“That is not true. I did want to. Yeah, there was an ulterior motive, but I did want to take you on that date. And I’d really like to take you on another one to make it up to you.” He says, and you cross your arms over your chest.

“Who said I wanted to go out with you?” You ask, and he smirks.

“Well, judging by how much your phone is blowing up, you obviously have somewhere to be, but you’re still here talking to me. There has to be a reason why.” He says, and you look down at your phone as your cheeks flush. “I’m sorry that I ruined our first date. You have to admit, though, that you had a good time up until I.. y’know?” His sentence trails off and you laugh a little.

“Stabbed me in the back? I know.” He laughs a little when he sees your smile, relaxing ever so slightly.

“Let me take you on another date to make it up to you. Anywhere you want to go.” He says, and you bite your lip, trying to fight a smile.

“Okay. You can pick me up at 7 on Friday. I’ll text you my new address. I really have to get going now. Good to see you, Richard.” You walk away as he yells for you to have a good day, smiling like an idiot to yourself.

All throughout the week you rack your brain, trying to decide on an outfit before Friday arrives. You have finally settled on one, and picked up a couple of pieces needed to complete the look before you head home on Friday to change and do your hair and makeup.

Before you know it, Richard is knocking at your apartment door, and you’re buckling your heels as you yell that you’ll be there in a moment. You open your door thirty seconds later, grabbing your jacket from behind the door as you smile at Richard.

His eyes rake over your body, taking in the grey bodycon dress that hugged your curves, the beige leather jacket now on your arm, and the beige heels, before meeting your eyes. “Wow.” Is all he can say, and you laugh a little, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Close your mouth, you’ll get flies.” You say, as you step out into the hallway with him, locking your apartment door behind you.

“Time for the second take of our first date. You ready?” He asks, holding out his hand. You take it, smiling at him.

“I think so. Just don’t pull what you did last time.” You say, a giggle falling from your lips as he groans.

#this took FOREVER and I'm so sorry #hope it was worth the wait!#richard camacho #cncofics #richard camacho x reader #richard camacho fic

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calums-betch · 5 years ago

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richard camacho week post #3

warning: none. it’s fluff. that’s the only thing i know how to write

word count: 391 words

imagine richard coming home from tour. you guys have not seen each other in months. the two of you are tired, you from school or work, while richard from the long flight home.

but not for long.

with a huge smile on your face, you half walked, half ran in that direction. richard spotted you and a smile grew on his face at the sight of you. he placed his luggage down as you grinned.

you hid your face in his neck, hugging him tight to you. your lips turned up in an even wider smile. you had missed him so damn much.

"i've missed you baby," richard said in that smooth voice that you loved.

"i've missed you too baby," you replied. richard lifted his hand to caress your face, his eyes scanning your face with a smile that kept growing.

"you gonna kiss me or are you going to keep staring at me?" you asked him, a tiny smirk on your face. at your words, his lips too turned up in a smile that made your heart race.

you ignored the cheers from richard's bandmates. with one final kiss, you leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"c'mon baby. let's get home. we've got a lot of things to catch up on."

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tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo · 5 years ago

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Hero // Richard Camacho

Request: richard fluff please 💙

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @zabdidaddi for always brainstorming with me :)

Summary: The reader is on tour with CNCO, and she gets lost in a town in France. P.S. I know French isn’t a scary language, but it’s the only other language I know so bear with me.

Word Count: 800

~HERO~

“Zabdiel, Zabdiel!” you call breathlessly. “Wait up!”

His long legs carry him easily through the city streets, but you almost have to run to keep up with him.

A group of wandering tourists passes in front of you and separates you from him, and you feel like you could cry. Fighting desperately to push through them, you emerge on the other side, but Zabdiel has disappeared.

So you are lost and alone in a French city. And your phone is dead.

The rest of the boys are at a restaurant waiting for you and Zabdiel to arrive, late because Zabdi overslept from his nap and you didn’t want him to be alone. I guess he didn’t care to return the favor.

You try to find the restaurant yourself, but after a few blocks you have no idea where you are. Tears are forming in your eyes and dripping down your cheeks as you tread hopelessly down a dark street.

When you pass a grimy little stand where a man is selling rings and necklaces, he barks, “Bijoux pour ton joli cou.”

“I’m sorry I - I don’t have any money,” you say uncomfortably, trying to walk away. But forcefully, he grabs your wrist.

“Why are you all alone, ma chérie?” His eyes are malicious and his breath is bad. When you start to panic, his grip tightens around your wrist.

“She’s not alone,” a strong voice challenges. “Let go of my shawty.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. Richard is at your side, his handsome face fiercely locked on the man’s. “Let go of her.”

The man drops your hand at once and retreats behind his stand.

Jumping to your tiptoes, you kiss Richard’s cheek. There’s no other way to explain how happy you are to see him.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers. “Stay close to me.”

The whole city seems to change now that Richard’s with you. The late afternoon sunshine gleams on the pavement and you didn’t even notice it was out before.

“I was so scared when Zabdi showed up without you,” he says, his voice a little choked up. “I left immediately to find you.”

“I’m glad you did, Rich. I was scared too,” you say sincerely. “You’re my hero.” The words escape your lips before you can stop them, and you blush a little. But he smiles at you in a way that makes his brown eyes sparkle.

“Anytime, shawty.”

In a few minutes you arrive at the restaurant, and all the boys are thrilled to see you safe. Especially Zabdiel.

“(Y/N)!” he cries, automatically scooping you into a hug. “I am so sorry, mi amol.”

“It’s okay Zab,” you say, laughing a little. “Richard saved me.”

Richard gives you his classic wink, but this time it makes your heart jump.

All throughout dinner you’re distracted. Richard’s knee is brushing against yours under the table, and it’s driving you crazy. He steals glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking, and when the waitress warns you that your plate is hot, he takes it for you so you don’t burn your hands.

You’re falling in love with him.

After dinner, Joel suggests to take a walk through the city, and everyone readily agrees.

You stroll down the side of the street closest to the cars, gazing around you wide-eyed. But distracted by the sights, you trip over the curb. Your stomach drops with terror as you fall toward traffic, but you don’t hit the ground. Richard catches you and holds you to his chest.

“You saved me again,” you say, blushing wildly.

“I’m always looking out for you, shawty,” he says tenderly. “Maybe I should walk on the side closest to traffic?”

You nod, and he takes his place beside you.

And somehow as you walk, your hand finds its way into Richard’s. While the rest of the boys talk and laugh together, Richard’s thumb stokes circle patterns on you hand. It’s like you’re having your own silent conversation.

When you reach the city center, a beautiful fountain illuminates itself under the starry sky.

Your reflection quivers next to Richard’s when you look into it, and his dark eyes meet yours on the surface of the water.

“(Y/N),” he says, as gentle as the night breeze.

“Yes, Richard?” you hum, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll always be here to protect you,” he whispers. With his arm around your shoulders, you feel ensconced against his chest. “Because I love you, I always have.” Your heart skips a beat.

“I love you, too, Richard.”

His lips are softer than you imagine they’d be when he kisses you, and the strong frame of his body around you makes you feel warm in the cool night air.

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isthatanascot · 6 years ago

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What non sexual thing turns them on.

Christopher:

That moment when you rub your body lotion all over your legs after a shower. He just loves to stare at your hands running over your uncovered legs & trying to imagine it’s him touching your skin.

Zabdiel:

He for some reason becomes hypnotized right when you caress his arm or any part of his body with your nails. He can barely maintain a straight face when you do it unintentionally.

Joel:

Oh this poor baby finds everything sexy about you, but the thing that turns him on the most is when you do your hair up in a ponytail. Why? Because it instantly reminds him when you do it right before a blowjob.

Richard:

He is pretty good at hiding it, & he will obviously deny it, but he goes crazy when you are trying to choose for an outfit to wear for the club or a party, because he can only think about ripping it off when you both come back home.

Erick:

NOT YET LADIES. I feel like writing about this of him is still wrong for now lol

Might edit this post in a few days to add him shh

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chellybear98 · 5 years ago

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First ‘I love you’s

My babygirl @ericks-mala-actitud gave me this idea! Richard has me feeling soft lately for some reason so I decided to write it about him ☺ Sorry for procrastinating for so long 😭 Hope you babies like it! 😊 Feel free to send in requests if you want! 😘

You woke up to the smell of something burning. Confused, you turned to the other side of the bed to find it empty. Your confused state slowly dissipates as you realize that there is only one explanation for the smell and the missing human. With a slight smile, you began to get out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen, you found a handsome, shirtless man frantically scraping the charcoal remnants of what looks to have been pancakes into the trash.

“Having a little trouble there babe?” you asked with a smirk on your face. Startled, Richard jumped, almost dropping the pan in his hand. “Nena! I thought you were still asleep! You scared me!”

“Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said while walking up to him. You walked up behind him and snaked your hands around his waist, resting your head onto his muscular back.

“It’s okay babe. I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed but it seems like that isn’t gonna happen anymore.” He said defeated, throwing the pan into the sink. The kitchen was an absolute mess. There was pancake batter all over the countertop, the floor and for some reason, the ceiling.

“That’s very sweet of you baby, but maybe it’ll be a better idea if I make breakfast and then we eat it together!” you said with a smile on your face. You unwrapped yourself from him and went straight to the fridge to pull out the eggs and bacon. Richard just stared at you with a cute little pout on his luscious lips.

“No! Nena, you always make breakfast! I just wanted today to be the one day where you didn’t have to do anything at all.” He said, with his pout still very prominent. He can be an absolute child when he doesn’t get his way.

“Mi amor, that’s very thoughtful of you but I really think it would be a better idea if I make breakfast. We don’t want my apartment burning down, now do we?” you said with a laugh as you continued to make the breakfast. Richard instantly smiled from ear to ear. Your laugh was like music to his ears. He couldn’t help but admire you while you were cooking. You were wearing one of his t-shirts with your hair in a messy bun. He was honestly really confused as to how someone could be so effortlessly beautiful. He was about to tell you how amazingly beautiful you look when his phone began to ring from your bedroom. He quickly excused himself and went to answer the phone.

“Baby, is it okay if Yocelyn drops Aaliyah off here?” he asked as soon as he re-entered the kitchen.

“Of course! I missed her so much! I can’t wait to see her again!” you said with the biggest smile on your face. You absolutely adored Aaliyah. She was the sweetest, most well-behaved little girl you have ever met.

After you guys had breakfast, Richard decided that he wanted to have a lazy day with Aaliyah. So that’s how the three of you ended up on your couch, all cuddled up, watching Shrek. Aaliyah was in your arms while you were in Richard’s arms. You and Aaliyah, however, have been whispering and giggling all throughout the movie. This brought a smile onto Richard’s face. It was these small moments that made Richard the happiest. Watching his two favourite girls bonding and enjoying each other’s company.

When Shrek was finished, Richard wanted to put on another movie, but you and Aaliyah wanted to go bake some cookies. So you both scurried off to the kitchen, leaving Richard in the living room all alone. He wanted to be angry at you both but how could he when all you two were doing was bonding and having a good time. He followed you both into the kitchen and watched in amusement as you both made cookies, adding on to the mess Richard made from his failed attempt at breakfast.

Sometime during the process of making the cookies, Richard retreated to the living room. He began to think about his relationship with you. You and Richard have been together for almost a year now. Richard has become the best version of himself since you both have been together. He was much happier than before he had met you. He finally learned how to open up and let his walls down for the right people. He was happy that he had let you into his and Aaliyah’s life. Even though you both were extremely happy in your relationship, you both had never exchanged those three special words with each other. You both had been through some rough relationships in the past so you both had agreed to not exchange those three words until you were 100% certain about your feelings. Richard felt at this point he most definitely was certain about his feelings for you. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He needed to tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

When the cookies were put into the oven, you decided that both you and Aaliyah needed a bath, seeing as you both were basically covered in flour. You sent Aaliyah to your room while you went to tell Richard to keep an eye on the cookies. He was comfortably seated on the couch so you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder, letting your cheek touch his.

“So I just put the cookies in the oven. Aaliyah and I both need to shower so if you could just keep an eye on them and make sure they don’t burn like your pancakes this morning that would be great.” You said with a laugh. Richard also laughed and turned to the side to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Baby, before you go shower, I have something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You began to get nervous. What was it that he wanted to tell you? Did he want to break up? Is he not happy anymore? Did I do something wrong? In the middle of your silent freak out, Richard gently guided you to the seat next to him, gazing into your eyes with those amazing, puppy dog eyes of his.

“Nena, you make me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. I never thought I’d ever find someone as amazing as you. Someone as beautiful as you. Someone as smart and kind and caring as you. Someone who would love and care for my daughter as if she were their own. Someone who would stick by my side no matter what. But I did. I found you. And I’m so happy I did. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I owe it all to you. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I love you.”

You were speechless. You were shell-shocked. You didn’t know what to say. All you could do as cry. You started crying and Richard was confused. He thought what he said would’ve made you happy, not sad. He instantly wrapped his arm around you and held you as close as he could.

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just felt like you needed to know how I felt about you. I felt like I needed to let you know how much I love you. I didn’t mean to make you sad. I’m sorry nena. Please stop crying.” He said while also crying.

You instantly looked up at him when you realised that he was also crying. You held his face in your hands and kissed him with as much passion and love as you could muster. When you pulled away you wiped his tears away with the pads of your thumbs, looking him in the eyes with a big smile on your face.

“Mi amor, I wasn’t crying because I was sad, I was just overwhelmed. I love you. I love you so much.” You said. Then you kissed him again, with just as much love and passion as the first time.

So caught up in the moment, you both almost didn’t hear the little voice coming from the entrance to the living room.

“Papi? Y/N? What’s that smell?” you and Richard immediately pulled away from each other, looking at each other wide-eyed while simultaneously yelling…

“THE COOKIES!!!!”

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roxyjinks · 6 years ago

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Enlightened. - Richard Camacho

Request: Heated argument gets you turned on with Richard

a/n: Sorry this took so long to get out, I had like no inspiration until my amazing CNChoes helped me! (Shoutout to them lol) Anyway, I hope you like it! <3 (Kinda changed the prompt a little bit, sorry)

Warnings: Implied smut

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You were currently at Chris’ house for a little get together. He threw one every year when him and the boys got back from tour. Everybody was there, Chris, obviously, Joel and his date, Zabdiel, Erick, his date, Richard, and you. You were casually sipping on your drink, by the fire, when Chris came outside with a smirk on his face. “This can’t be good.” You whispered to Richard Richard turned to follow your gaze to see what you were talking about, “Oh no.” “Alright everyone,” Chris said loudly, gaining the attention of everyone outside, “We’re playing spin the bottle, and no, you can’t get out of it.” - So that’s how you got to where you were, sitting in a circle on Chris’ living room floor, watching as Joel spun the bottle, wondering who it would land on. As it came to a stop, Joel looked up and realized it had landed on Chris. “Chris..” Joel said as he slowly started to get up. The next thing you knew, Chris jumped up and started running after Joel, finally tackling him and giving him a huge kiss on his cheek. “You’re getting off easy, Joel.” You laughed as they both sat back down in the circle. Everyone just laughed at Joel’s face and then you heard, “Y/N. it’s your turn.” You held your breath as you grabbed the bottle and spun it, secretly hoping it would land on Richard. Little did you know, he secretly hoped it would land on him too. Richard had been meaning to tell you that he had feelings for you, he just hadn't gotten around to it. Which is why, when the bottle landed on Zabdiel and he heard everyone start chanting, “Beso, beso, beso!” He started fuming, glaring at Zabdiel as you got up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him. Zabdiel, seeing Richards death glare, decided it was best to just kiss you on the cheek. “I’m not trying to cause any trouble.” He whispered to you as he placed a small kiss to your cheek. Giving Zabdiel a confused you sat back down. What does that even mean? Even though Zabdiel hadn’t actually kissed you, Richard was still fuming. Which is why he suddenly jumped up and stormed out the front door. You sighed and got up, “I’ll go see what his problem is.” Following Richard out the front door, you saw him getting in his car. Running to catch up before he left, you opened the passenger door and got in. ‘Richard, what the hell?” You asked. He didn’t say anything as he started his car and drove off. You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention, “Hey, what’s wrong?” “You wanna know what’s wrong? You spinning the bottle and it landing on Zabdiel. You leaning over, willing to just kiss him! That’s what's wrong.” He said loudly as he shrugged your hand off of his shoulder. Shocked by his outburst you pulled your hand back, “Richard, it’s just a game.” you started. “Yeah, well I guess I shouldn’t have played.” He snapped. Slowly getting angry at how he was acting you crossed your arms over your chest and sat there, not saying anything, as he continued to drive. - After a couple minutes of silence, anger radiating between the two of you, you said, “Stop the car.” “What?” He asked in an irritated voice. You breathed out heavily, “Pull over, now.” “Alright…” He trailed off, his anger diffusing into confusion, as he slowed the car down and pulled off to the side of the road. You unbuckled your seatbelt and opened your door, getting out of the car. “Y/N? What are you doing?” Richard asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and following you outside of the car. “I'm walking back to the party, that’s what I’m doing.” You said loudly as you started walking away from the car and Richard. He scoffed and ran his hand down his face, his anger returning, “Oh so you can go play spin the bottle again?” You spun around and faced him, “Yeah! Maybe!” You turned back around and started walking away again “So you can go and kiss whoever the hell you want?” His words made you stop in your tracks, slowly turning and walking back towards him, you yelled, “Like it’s any of your goddamn business who I kiss! I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about this! It’s not like we’re dating or anything! So please, Richard, enlighten me on why you are so worked up over-” You didn’t get to finish what you were saying because Richard had collided his lips with yours, kissing you roughly. You instinctively brought your hands up to tangle in his hair and he moved his hands to your waist, picking you up with ease and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Walking blindly back to the car, he laid you down on the hood of the car, breaking the kiss. “Oh, trust me, you’re about to be very enlightened.”

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