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stressedkitkatttt · 4 years

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You’re Beautiful

Okay, so an Erick story wasn't even on my list to do, but this request is coming before any of the other stories. So first off, happy early birthday to your friend! Lucky duck, my birthday is still two months away... Secondly, this fic contains dark themes, such as mentions of rape and attempted suicide. If any of these things are triggering to you, or you can't handle these types of things, please do not read this story.

If you, or someone you know, has been through a traumatic event, is contemplating suicide, or anything of the sort, I recommend you check out this post here - Helplines. I want my viewers to know that I do care about you, even if we don't know each other. You all matter. I have been through some shit and I know how much it can mean for someone to just say that they care. I write stories to help deal with the stresses of life and to think that they may brighten some of your guy's day, it makes me even happier. You are all so strong and so beautiful.

Word Count: 3.1k (once I got into the feels, I stayed in the feels)

Warnings: the reader is a rape victim, reader has tried suicide(I don't go into detail about these things, but they are mentioned), PTSD/reader has nightmares, reader has a hard time accepting herself, Erick being a truly awesome human being, fluffy smut(it’s short but I hope the fluff makes up for it), I cried a little while writing this... I also got carried away but I am proud of it

Anon: Hi, can u make an Erick fanfic where the girl was a rape victim and she's like scared and self concouis, and then Erick help her. U know, something like a sweet fluffy smut. Its for a friend and her birthday is next week. Can u do it pls?.Ps Ilove u writing!😉❤️

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It's dark. The street lamps only light up so much of the street, and even less in the alleyways. You look around, seeing an empty street, a faint sound of a bass and music could be heard from a couple of blocks down. This place looks very familiar. You begin to walk down the sidewalk, towards the sound of the music, yet you soon notice that the sidewalk seems to stretch on and on. You continue to walk for what seems like hours and yet, the music stays the same distance, still faint and far away.

You try to move off of the sidewalk yet you can't, almost like an invisible force was keeping you there. As you continue to walk down the never-ending sidewalk, you pass the same alleyway that is pitch black, the light from the street lamps unable to penetrate the darkness after a certain point. The more you pass the alleyway, the more a growing fear settles beneath your skin. The feeling continues to grow, almost like you're being watched.

You keep walking, something compels you to look down the alleyways. At first, there was nothing but darkness in them. Then there was a faint silhouette that grew closer and closer to the entrance of the alley each time you passed it. You tried to turn around, to stop, to run, but you couldn't. You keep on walking, your heart is beating loudly and your fear clearly visible now. When arms as dark as onyx grab you and drag you into the dark abyss of the alley, you try to scream but nothing comes out.

You're slammed against a brick wall, knocking the wind from you, and you're stunned. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of the assailant. You could see his face clear as day despite the darkness. His dark eyes, his crinkled nose, his lips, which curled into a wicked grin as he held you down with ease. You try to call for help but his hand came down over your mouth, muffling any noise. You close your eyes as he slowly brings his head down and begins to whisper your name.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N!"

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You open your eyes and scream, looking around wildly as the alleyway and the man fade from your vision and are replaced by a mutely-toned bedroom, dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Your boyfriend, Erick, was next to you on the side of the bed, gently calling out your name.

"Turn on the lights!" You gasp out and Erick quickly gets out of bed and runs to the light switch, turning on the bright lights. You look around the room once more, pinching your arm just to be sure that this isn't a dream. You begin to shake and a rush of emotion crashes over you, making you curl up into yourself and cry. Erick comes back over and places himself beside you, making sure he's not on top of you.

He lets you cry it out, feeling helpless as he watches you go through another episode. He wants to hold you in his arms but he also knows that it could make your episode worse. Some time passes and you finally stop crying and shaking, taking deep breaths and looking up at Erick. You almost throw yourself at him and he holds you against him, letting you cry a little more as he gently rocks you. Soon, you're relaxed and breathing in his scent. You finally pull away and look him in the eyes.

"Erick, I'm so sorry about -" You try to apologize but he cuts you off.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He rests his forehead against yours, hands gently rubbing your back. You try to speak again but your voice fails you and you cough, the scream from earlier made your throat dry and raspy. "Want me to get you some water?" You nod and he gently lets you go, getting up and walking out into the hallway.

You grab some pillows and prop yourself up, thinking about the events still fresh in your mind. The man's face still haunted your vision years after the fact. Every time you closed your eyes, even to blink, you could still see his dark eyes and sick smile. It's crazy to think about how one person can ruin your life. Even though it happened a couple of years ago, the wounds are still fresh. And the PTSD nightmares seem to be like putting salt in the wounds like your mind doesn't want you to forget what happened. Though over the years you've been having fewer nightmares, it's something that will forever haunt you.

Your hand unconsciously runs up your wrist, feeling the scars, forever a reminder of the times you tried to end your pain. More tears prick your eyes just as Erick comes back with a glass of water. You take it from him and take small sips, the cold water feeling good against your throat. You place it on the nightstand when you're finished and you sit in silence with Erick. You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

In the silence, you're brought down memory lane to the first time you met Erick. After the incident, it left you feeling hollow and emotionless, pulling you into a deep depression that you thought nothing could pull you out. Your parents had finally convinced you to go outside, just down to a small cafe where your best friend since kindergarten worked. It was the first place, besides your home, where you felt semi-safe. Though it would be a while before you felt safe going out in public again alone, it was a step in the right direction.

You remember you were scrolling through your phone that faithful day, wrapped up in a blanket when movement in front of you caught your eye and your head snapped up. Your best friend was standing in front of the table with a green-eyed stranger. Your friend introduced you to Erick, and at first, you were a little panicked. He asked if he could sit down and you didn't reply. Eventually, you gave a little nod and he grabbed a chair, sitting across from you. You both were silent. You kept your head low but your eyes were trained on him like a hawk.

He began to tell you about himself and what he did, what his hobbies were, and some crazy stories he had from traveling with his buddies. It got to the point where you were actually looking forward to going to the cafe. Even if you didn't talk, you grew to love his stories, his voice was very soothing and it made you relax for the first time in years. You were sad when he wasn't at the cafe, but when he came back, he had a ton of new stories to tell you. Eventually, he was able to sit next to you, showing you some photos of the places he traveled and funny videos.

Then one day, he was sharing a story about him and his buddy Chris doing something stupid when you looked up at him. He was deep into his storytelling, which was normal for him, and didn't notice your stare for a few minutes. When he did, he looked at you with a brow raised.

"Y/N." Your voice was so quiet, but the slight movement of your lips told him you had said something. He looked at you in shock, and even your friend from behind the counter had whipped their head around like they somehow had super-hearing and heard what they thought was their imagination. In the year since he was first introduced to you, you had never spoken a word to him. You took a deep breath in and spoke a little more clear. "My name is Y/N."

He was shocked and didn't say anything for a minute. When he finally got snapped from his trance, he smiled and reached out a hand, "I'm Erick." You looked at his hand for moments, silently making him second guess his choice to do that, before you took your own hand and gently shook his. And that was the moment you had formally introduced yourself. You remember going home that day with a small smile on your lips and your parents had broken down crying. You began to get more and more comfortable with him. He made you feel like you again.

And the rest is history, leading up to where you are now, smiling, wrapped up in the arms of the man that saved you. Erick looks down and notices the smile on your lips, making him smile in return.

"What are you thinking about amor?" He asks, gently running a hand through your hair.

"Oh, you know... Just the first time we met." You reply. Saying that out loud made you realize that you never really told Erick about what happened. Your friend had filled Erick in on a vague description of, "She's been in an accident, so just go slow." You had eventually told him what that accident was, but now you figure that you've been together for a little over a year, he should at least know the truth. The whole truth.

"Hey Erick, I don't think I've ever said thank you."

"For what?" He sits up a little straighter.

"For everything. I don't think you realize how much you've helped me. I probably wouldn't be here because of you." He looks at you now. "I think... I'm ready to tell you what happened."

"You don't have to..." He trails off, a little unsure.

"I want to." He nods after a moment and gets himself comfortable. You take a deep breath and open up about the incident; telling him how you tried to kill yourself twice before you met him, and how the first time you had met him, you had made a pact to kill yourself by the end of the week. You tell him how in that first week, he, still a complete stranger to you, had changed your mind. He lifted you from this dark place your mind had gone to and helped you fight off your demons.

You explain how much he helped you and how you weren't the only one thankful for saving you, bringing up the memory of the first time you brought Erick to your family's house and how your mom had hugged him and cried, saying "Thank you" over and over. By the end of it, you could see his eyes glossing over and a few tears escape.

He suddenly looked up at you and pulled you in for a tight hug, whispering "I love you" over and over. Once he had calmed down, tiredness had both of you yawning every few seconds. "Let's get some sleep, yeah?" He said, and you nodded. Getting into some new clothes for the night, and turning off the lights, you lay down and Erick wraps his arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. Almost instantly, you both are asleep soundly.

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Sun shines through the blinds, lighting up the mutely-toned room rather brightly. You can see the light coming through your eyelids and you groan in protest to the daylight, turning around and snuggling close to Erick's chest. He adjusts to the change in your position and snuggles closer to you. Though you were tired from last night's episode, and you're pretty sure Erick is as well, you know now that the light had been shined in your face, you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

Deciding to prolong the inevitable, you relax into Erick's embrace. You didn't have any more nightmares, and you think it's due to the fact that Erick never let you go from his embrace, not that you're gonna complain. Having no nightmares and getting to snuggle against someone you love? It's a shame you can't do it twenty-four seven.

Erick has yet to wake up and you slowly start to drift off when a pang from your bladder alerts you. You groan softly and open your eyes slowly. Looking up a little, you're met with Erick's peaceful face. Another pang reminds you and you'd hate to leave him. Slowly, you move his hands from around you and he shifts, getting comfortable again, still not awake. You quickly make your way to the bathroom and when you're finished, you walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge.

You reach a hand over and comb it through his dark hair, noticing a small curve of his lips. He opens his emerald eyes, practically glowing in the sunlight, and looks at you. You smile in return and notice when he shifts, there's a tent in his boxers. You raise a brow.

"Need any help with that?" You ask teasingly. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Only if you're comfortable amor..." He trails off. Another thing you fell in love with was that Erick never pushed you to do anything. If you felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he would stop whatever it was and calm you down. You get on the bed and crawl over to him, your body hovering slightly over his.

"I'm comfortable with it..." You look into his eyes before you slowly start leaning in, as did he. Your lips meet and it's a slow kiss, Erick's hand coming up to your face and cupping it gently. He slowly begins to sit up and he lays you down on the bed. Getting comfortable beside you, he makes a trail of kisses down to your neck and ghosts his lips over your sweet spot, making goosebumps rise and you giggle. "Erickkk," you draw out his name.

He smiles and his hands begin to wander down your body, to your wrists where his fingers run over the scars. Your breath gets shaky and you try not to squirm. You always get uncomfortable when people stare at you because they notice your scars. You've even gotten some dirty looks from people like they're judging you even if they've never met you. But when Erick looks at them, it's like he doesn't judge. He knows they're a part of you and he accepts it. But there's always that voice in the back of your head that, even though it's small, can drag you back down into a dark place.

Erick knows you well enough to know that you're getting slightly uncomfortable. He sits up on his knees and brings up your hands up to his lips and kisses your wrists, looking at you with so much adoration and love. "You know your scars don't bother me, mami."

You don't know how long it had taken you to get comfortable enough to show Erick your body. Long-sleeved shirts and hoodies were your best friends for the longest time. But now you're actually comfortable wearing a t-shirt around the apartment, though still a little too self-conscious to go out in public. All in good time. Look how far you've gotten come already.

Seeing Erick look at you with such a genuine look, you couldn't help your heart from melting a little. When you were with him, you felt on top of the world. He made you feel like you again. He didn't see your body's imperfections. To him, you were perfect, even if you yourself couldn't see it yet.

Erick takes his time and slowly undresses you, making sure to tell you how beautiful you were and placing kisses everywhere. Soon, you're both naked and he lets you relax for a minute, knowing you're a little stressed.

"O-okay Erick, I'm ready..." You tell him. He nods and gets in position. You give him the go-ahead once more and he captures your lips before pushing in. You suck in a breath he makes sure you're okay. Before you know it, he's bottomed out and pecking your lips, waiting for you to tell him to move. Taking a deep breath, you're ready and you tell him. He pulls up and looks at you before he moves his hips.

He pulls his hips back and pushes them back in, creating a slow-burning fire in your lower belly. Erick keeps eye contact until the pleasure gets to him, making him lean his head down. You like the slow pace, which allows you to feel him and the pleasure he's giving you. Your hand finds his hair and you gently tug, making him groan and moan your name in return.

"Feel good, mami?" He mumbles against your neck. You nod and slowly lift your hips to meet his, sending him a little deeper, and making you shutter. Before you know it, he's brought you to the edge, and you just need that little push, which you receive when he brings a hand down and rubs your nub twice and you're sent over. He follows you seconds after and rolls off of you, heading to the bathroom and grabbing a rag and cleaning up the mess and going to throw the rag.

You never thought you'd open up to anyone like this, but it's crazy to think how sometimes all it takes is one person. Erick has done so much for you that you don't think you'll ever be able to repay him. He comes back and gets under the covers with you, pulling himself close to you and you both settle down. You glance over at him and he has a big smile on his face.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing, amor, it's just that you're so beautiful. And all mine. I'm so lucky." He adds, pecking your cheek.

"Actually, I think I'm the lucky one." He smiles even wider. "You've actually done so much for me Erick, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."

"Well, you don't have to. Being with you, being able to share my life with you, is more than enough for me."

"Even with all my problems and imperfections?"

"You're so beautiful and so perfect Y/N. And if I have to say it for the rest of my life to get you to realize it, I will." That made your head turn and you were a little shocked. You were both young, and marriage wasn't on your list of things to do, but the thought of spending the rest of your life with him made butterflies in your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. One look into his eyes and you know he means what he said. You feel tears prick your eyes and you lean into him, basically cuddling against him like a koala.

"I love you, Erick," you whisper.

"I love you too Y/N."

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cnchoe-imagines · 5 years

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midnight; erick

summary: erick x gender neutral!reader -- the boys drag you to their new years eve party before leaving you and erick alone to find someone to kiss when the clock strikes midnight

word count: 1.8k

warnings: partying + mentions of drinking (not by reader/erick)

a/n: ahh here it is, the first post for my new cnco blog!! i’ve been wanting to write for them for a little while now, and i’m so glad i had the opportunity of joining @quisieracnco ‘s new years collab to prompt me to do so!! tysm ali for including me and letting me write about our dear baby, erick!! hope you all enjoy and happy holidays!! xoxo - tatianna

You weren’t exactly sure why you were at a loud and crowded party on the night of the 31st, instead of spending the holiday wrapped up at home, watching whatever celebration was on television while you sipped away on some leftover drinks from Christmas.

However, your plans for a quiet night were long forgotten as you pushed between the sweaty bodies of partygoers, reggaeton blasting through the speakers and enticing the guests to sway and grind against each other to the beat. At least, that’s what everyone else was doing, leaving you the odd man out as you swerved between the partiers in a desperate search for an air pocket not contaminated by the stench of alcohol or sweat.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you found the area, an unoccupied stairwell amidst the large house the guys had rented out for their New Year’s Eve party. The same guys who had pulled you from your apartment, insisting that joining them for the night was much better than whatever boring plans you had made by yourself.

Richard and Christopher were the most forceful in their begging, Joel and Zabdiel just chuckling quietly as the two pushed you into your closet and told you they weren’t leaving until you came out wearing something presentable. You were, of course, reluctant, since you knew how out of control the guys got when they drank, but they were your closest friends, and you knew them inviting you was their way of ensuring you didn’t feel left out.

Except, you had noticed Erick, the last of the group, looking increasingly awkward among the other rowdy guys. You knew he wasn’t the biggest partier of them all, but he did enjoy spending time with the others, especially since his younger age made him prone to feeling excluded among them.

So, as much as you wished you could avoid any form of club or party for the rest of the night, you got dressed, and squeezed into the car with them, forcing away the regret bubbling up in your stomach as they passed alcohol around and turned up the radio to full volume.

They were all scattered around the second you made it to the party, and you were left alone, cursing yourself for ever letting them use their charm to persuade you along. Now, you had no one to talk to and nothing to do except sit in the stairwell and hope that one of the guys would stumble across you sooner or later and offer you a ride home. Still, you knew how they operated, which meant you knew that all of them were probably stumbling drunk by now, flirting with whatever girls they’d decided to kiss when the clock struck midnight.

You checked your phone, letting out a sigh as the time illuminated the screen: 11:03 PM. Another hour to kill and not one of your friends in sight.

At least, that’s what you thought as you busied away on your phone for twenty minutes or so, praying that your battery would last long enough to keep you occupied until you could get home to charge it. It was during those slow minutes that you heard your name being called, a distinct yell from the blaring reggaeton and sloshing of drinks.

Your head shot up, eyes searching around the room as you looked for the source of the sound. All you could see, however, was the same group of people that had been dancing in front of you just minutes prior.

Great, you thought, looking back down at your phone. Now I’m hearing things.

Except, just seconds later, and louder than before, you heard your name being called again.

“Y/N!” You recognized the voice, Erick’s usual soft tone easily blending into the background noise of the party. You pushed yourself off the stairs and looked around the groups of people, locking eyes with him and waving him over. His toothy smile was bright in comparison to the rest of the dark room, and he quickly made his way over to you. You laughed as he scooted around people, far too timid to use any force in pushing them out of the way.

“I wondered where you went,” you joked, once he was in earshot. His sharp eyebrows furrowed and you leaned closer, repeating the words directly into his ear. You felt him tense just slightly as you neared him, and you pulled away hastily after, watching a smile spread across his face at your sentence.

Erick opened his mouth to respond before closing it. He tilted his head over to the stairwell where he knew it was quieter, indicating that you two should move the conversation there. Once you were both situated on the steps he let out a sigh of relief, resting his hands palm down beside him.

“Pensé that you were with Christopher or Richard,” he explained. “Estaba con Joel.”

“It’s not your fault.” You chuckled. “I assumed this would happen if I came, so it’s fine.”

Erick shook his head and pouted, but didn’t bother responding, knowing that what you said was true. You just bumped his shoulder playfully with your own, as if to silently tell him that all was well and you were just glad to be with him now. Of course, you’d never say that out loud, considering it would sound much too forward for a relationship as reserved as your own.

It wasn’t like you and Erick weren’t close -- if anything, he was your best friend among the guys. That had its setbacks, though, since you could never tell him about the feelings you’d been harboring towards him. It wasn’t like he was one of the other boys, the ones you could mindlessly flirt with and not fear ruining your friendship over. Erick was a deeper connection, a closer one you couldn’t risk with a hopeless crush.

The thought did make you slightly disappointed, but you were quickly brought from your thoughts when loud steps sounded behind you, making you turn and watch as Richard came down the stairs.

“Erick! Y/N!” A lopsided grin covered his face, his walking mildly staggered as he bounded down the steps. “I wondered where you two ran off to.”

He sat down on the step a few rows behind you, his long legs nearing your own form as he stretched them out. You smiled and patted his shin affectionately before looking back at Erick, who seemed more closed off than he had been when you two were alone.

“Ya va a ser medianoche,” Richard teased, leaning down to playfully sing the words. “You got anyone you’re planning on kissing yet?” You shook your head with a scoff, watching as Erick did the same.

“Ah, pues, sucks to be you, entonces. I’ve got someone waiting for me so I’m gonna need to squeeze past you two.” He stood up quickly, swaying as he caught his balance before he started to push between you and Erick.

“Richard! Deja los enamorados solitos. Can’t you see they’re waiting to spend midnight together?” Christopher came into view in the hallway, poking his tongue out and laughing loudly when Richard made it to his side, pushing into him with a glare. “Ah, ah ok ok!! Ni modo!!” Their voices trailed off as they stumbled to the next room, leaving you and Erick back to stare at each other.

“Well then..” You let out a sigh, shaking your head at the guys’ crazy antics.

“¿No tienes a quién besar?” Erick’s question caught you off guard, and you raised your eyebrow.

“Why would I?”

He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, awkwardly shrugging and turning away from you slightly. “Es que - I just assumed.”

You laughed at that. “I assumed you would have had someone.”

He scrunched his nose and you were sure if the lights were brighter in the house, you’d see a blush spreading across his cheeks. He was so easy to embarrass sometimes.

“I guess we’ll be alone then,” you said, not too bothered by the statement. Erick seemed disappointed by it, though, as his shoulders sagged and he let out a grumbled sigh.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, and when your gaze focused back on him, you caught him staring. He was gazing directly at you, green eyes swimming with curiosity. He seemed lost in thought for just a moment, before he looked away quickly as if only then noticing the unwavering eye contact between you two.

His lips parted, a word on the tip of his tongue, before the yelling of partygoers cut him off.

“One minute!” People cheered and yelled, while your eyes widened.

“Has it really been an hour?” you mumbled to yourself, checking your phone for the countless time that night. Sure enough, the numbers 11:59 stared back at you, bright white against your lock screen.

You sighed and watched as people moved through the house to find the person they’d vowed to kiss that night, guests pushing past each other and joining together. You caught Zabdiel across the hall with his girl of the night, his hands around her waist.

You wondered how Erick felt, most likely the only guy of the group without someone to kiss. You felt bad, honestly, knowing you had taken up his last hour to find someone with small talk.

“Hey,” you turned to him to apologize but found he’d moved closer while you were distracted. “I--.” The words died in your throat as you caught him watching your lips, his own pulled between his teeth.

“Ten!” The collective shout of partiers filled the house.

“Nine!”

You swallowed heavily, and started to turn away when Erick grabbed your hand. His gaze flickered to your own, and you could see the determination swirling in his crystal irises. The corner of his lip pulled up slightly, and your heart rate picked up at the small action alone.

“What are you--”

“Five!”

“Can I?” he asked softly, licking his lips.

“Four!”

You could barely register the words before you were nodding, immediately leaning in closer.

“One!”

Your eyelids fluttered shut, lips quivering as they met Erick’s. The sweatiness of his palms and shaking of his fingers were enough indication of his nerves, and you were slightly relieved you weren’t the only one filled with tension.

He sighed softly into the kiss, the sound barely audible over the chorus of celebratory yells all around. You squeezed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. His lips were so warm, so plush and soft, like you had always expected. His touch mirrored that as well, no force or pressure behind his gentle actions. The feeling made you smile softly, your lips barely brushing against his.

It only took a second or two before you were both grinning, finally pulling away from each other as your lips parted.

You ducked your head just slightly, shyness taking over. You could still see Erick from the corner of your eye, however, and the smirk that stayed plastered across his lips. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand and he gently pulled you closer, leading you to rest your head against his shoulder. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your hair, leaving you flustered as he murmured against your head, just loud enough for you to hear, “Happy New Year.”

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louvcolon · 3 years

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cnco and joel pimentel headers.

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cncoluv · 3 years

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CNCO Sleep Over Spring Break

Warnings: Fluffy

Setting: Four Seasons in Florida/Disney

Background: Thank goodness it is one day away from officially being spring break because I'm so sick of college right now. If I have to think about another advanced research methods class, my head will explode. It has been a crazy year and I have not talked to the boys that much between them being on tour and me having classes. I will call them after their shows and interviews every once in a while. But we all agreed that it has been forever since we have seen each other and that we need to spend time together since I have almost two weeks off of college and work. We all agreed that we should spend some time together during their tour in Florida since that was a place that I had not been to since I was young.

(Y/N)

We all agreed that another sleepover was absolutely necessary so we could revert back to being children again to sing and dance all over again and not have a care in the world. It was refreshing because I have not had a break or a fun time in a long while, and I am sure they need one as well with the constant touring. While packing my clothes for tomorrow, I decided that we would go to a fancy restaurant and it would be my treat. I am sure I am going to have to fight them since they do not like me to pay for all of them at once because they are stubborn. For the restaurant, I am bringing the most beautiful dress that I own, a deep purple dress with diamonds that gleam all over that in any light. The top of the dress has an off of the shoulder fit and it has leg slits on both sides that show your thighs, which is almost scandalous because it is very high up on the leg. It is a form-fitting dress so it shows off all of your curves in the correct way. You pick your 5-inch stiletto black heels to go with the outfit, and it matches perfectly, so you are super excited. You pick out your other outfits which are summer clothes mostly shorts and crop tops or tank tops with sandals or pretty dresses. You pick the first outfit that you were going to be wearing that next morning to see them which was a black and white checkered crop top with biker shorts and black converses.

When everything is packed and you wind down from the day you finally get to sleep, you get up early the following day, ready to go to the airport. You get up and get dressed to get on your flight, and you are wearing white shorts with a light and dark blue ombre crop top with white flip-flops. As you get on your flight, you are a little nervous, but you get over it pretty quickly because everything is going smoothly, and you are still excited to see the boys. You are slowly starting to come down off cloud nine by remembering you have feelings for one of the members, Zabdiel.

He was so shy and did not show his feelings that much to the rest of the world, but to you and his family. He was always bubbly and fun to be around; one of the last things you remember was the kiss he left you with. You thought about that kiss for a while after it happened because it was one of the softest kisses that you did not want to end. His lips felt like the light mist of cotton candy that touches your lips, leaving you wanting more. When you reminisce over the kiss and how he acted the last time you meet, you realize that Zab might have been slightly jealous. The kiss sealed the deal of how he felt about you and how you felt about him, and leaving so suddenly after might have changed that, so right now, there are more questions that you have to ask him.

(Richard POV)

I really wish (Y/N) would get here. I need to see her and miss her so much. I’m glad that she agreed to come and join us. We haven't talked as much this year but especially since the towel dropped. I am still super embarrassed about it, but we talked about it, and she seemed as if she was okay but I still do not fully know how she felt. I don't want to lose her as a friend because of it, so I want to make sure she is okay. But I know last time I tried to talk to her, Zab got upset because he has a crush on her. I don't want to get in the way that he is always so much happier when (Y/N) is around.

(Zabdiel POV)

I can't believe that (Y/N) will be here really soon. We have not seen her in almost one year. I missed (Y/N) so much, and I still have not forgotten about that kiss from last year; it was terrific. Her lips felt like smooth silk with just the slightest touch of soft and velvety flower petals, and I still remember the hint of strawberry that I tasted from her flavored lipstick. I still feel the same way about her and she makes me feel different than any other girl I have been with before. I just hope that she somewhat understands how I feel about her, if not then it will be hard to explain to her without embarrassing myself.

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(Y/N) POV

I am driving to Florida so I packed everything and headed out at 1 a.m. since it is an 8-hour drive and we want to spend the whole day together. I wanna go to sleep after this drive because so many people do not know how to drive. Like did they get their license from a freaking cracker jack box? But besides that, I had a music playlist setup and CNCO was the most of the songs. I liked their renditions of other songs from the Déjà Vu album. So that whole album was played about 3 times on repeat.

Once I got kind of close I was going to call the boys and let them know that I was only 45 minutes away from the Four Seasons at Orlando. When Richard answered the phone I heard Christopher laughing in the background which made me laugh. Then I told Richard I was only about 40-45 minutes away and he said okay cool see you soon (Y/N). I found it strange because he would normally talk to me for about 5-10 minutes before getting off of the phone. But I kept driving wondering why he ended the call so abruptly was it something I had done?

When I got there I let them know that I was outside and about 2 minutes later I saw them come outside the building. I went to hug the first person I had seen which was Erick, he had this adorable smile he looked different from the last time. He seemed more confident in who he was which was radiating off of him. Then I saw Joel had changed and had gotten more buff and had grown out his facial hair. He said, "I missed you”. You smiled and hugged each other.

When you look over you see Christopher and you both immediately start laughing at each other for no reason like normal. He hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him. He is still goofy and adorable and you hug him laughing. After laughing with Chris you look over to see Richard he looks at you and then looks down for a moment, you ask him if he is okay. He says yeah and you give him a confused look but you still hug him. Then you see Zabdiel, he smiles at me and stretches out his arms, and blurts out "I love you". Dead silence fell between the six of you, you stared at him and were about to speak he quickly turned and ran into the hotel. You are about to go after him but they tell you to wait a few minutes. You reluctantly agree and grab your bags, they help out but you ask Richard to stay back real quick to chat.

The other boys look but don't say anything, you ask him what is going on because he has been acting differently recently. He said in a higher pitch than normal "everything is okay'' you step in front of him and tell him to stop lying to you. He sighs and lets you know that he was still thinking of what happened last time with the towel. I reassured him that it was okay and for him not to be embarrassed about it and let's have a fun trip.

He smiles and you both shake on it and pinky promises not to bring it up again. Both of us are back inside and y'all are both starting to get into the elevator and he is asking how college is going. You tell him why you needed a break and get out of the elevator and he says "That sounds like a lot to do dang" you laugh and said, "so do you and the other boys, another album videos and choreography." He smiles and when you arrive at the Presidential Suite he gets the key card and puts it in the door.

It looked stunning and you marvel at all of the stuff that was inside, you smile but then and see all of the boys except Zab. You ask where he went and they said the room right there and all point at it even though the room is supposed to fit 2 people we made accommodations. I walked back there and asked Zab if he was okay. He just stared at me for a moment. He got up and walked towards me and as he was walking I could see a smirk starting to form on his face. When he came up to me threw me against the wall and kissed me…

Stay tuned for part 3!

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miericksongo · 3 years

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Ladies' Man // R.Y.C.P. Blurb

This has been in my drafts forever haha so please enjoy!

warnings: brief mentions of clubbing, sex, and cheating

It’s no secret that Richard Camacho was a ladies man. He loved clubbing, flirting at every chance he got, and had quite a few hookups. After all, he was part of the world’s biggest Latin boy band, CNCO. So obviously, there was always going to be a lot of people vying for even the slightest bit of his attention. Richard was totally keen with that. Living his dreams while getting laid and loosened up.

Now, Richard wasn’t looking for commitment. Yes, he had been in a few long-term relationships before, but they either ended up in cheating, unreconcilable conflict, or him just not feeling it anymore. Besides the obvious touring issues that made it harder to have one, he also had family to take care of and spend time with, too. But that all changed when he met Y/N.

Y/N and Richard first met at an upscale diner in Miami. Him being with his CNCO crew, and her with a group of friends. As Richard was browsing the menu, he heard some chatter. Curious as to what it was, but not wanting to seem nosy, he lifted his head, intending to keep it up not for long. But, once Richard saw you, he knew he was screwed. Not only did he think you were beautiful on the outside, but you just had this aura that made him go nuts. From the way you softly laughed and smiled, to how intently you were focusing on what your friend was saying. Although already skipping, his heart picked up when he noticed that he could clearly see you from his spot. Therefore making a move would be easier if, Richard thought, he was even brave enough to. He snapped back into reality when the waiter came to take orders.

Y/N didn’t notice Richard until she overheard a conversation at his table, not too far away. She decided to brush it off at first. “Oye Richuki, ¿a quién estás mirando?”, perked some young guy next to him. The faded blonde replied, “Esa chica ahí, pero don’t say anything Erick.” Huh? Were they talking about you or one of your friends? Ignoring him, the one named Erick says semi-loudly, but enough for you to hear, “Ooh... Richuki está enamorado.” This “Richuki” guy started to blush. Your Spanish was limited, but you knew that Erick said the other guy was in love. Over at their table, Richard tried to quiet his whooping friends down, but not in time as you waved and smiled his way, causing them to cheer even louder, eventually garnering the attention of your friends. You guys eventually exchanged numbers and, as the cheesy saying goes, the rest is history.

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papichriscnco · 4 years

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CNCO Head Cannon ~ First Time Spending the Night

Richard

First time sleeping over at his place

As soon as you walk in he is BOUNCING off the walls

So excited to take this next step with you

Literally cannot stop touching you

Your hair, shoulders lips, hips...hands are all over you

When you’re ready for bed and settle in together, you’re cuddling in bed and his nose is pressed to your cheek

Has that smile that makes you melt

sex sex sex sex sex sex sex

Next morning when you wake up he wants to have breakfast ready for you but he can’t cook

Orders food

Waits around for it hoping it would come before you wake up

Once the food arrives he hovers it near your face, hoping the smell will wake you up

“Princess? Princess I got us food.”

Happily wake up reaching for the coffee

“Thanks baby.”

Breakfast in bed

spends the entire day together

Erick

Basically horny by the time you get there

Tries to hide it but you know straight away because his cheeks a red and he is looking at you like a piece of meat

You pretend to wanna watch a movie but straddle him instead

Grinding down

He literally cannot take it

Spends the night cuddling on the couch in between being on top of him and watching parts of the movie

Fall asleep on the couch but you wake up in the middle of the night and stumble over to bed together

Wakes up the next day

Instantly has his arms around you

Kisses your neck in the morning

Giggling

Asks you to make him breakfast

As always he likes to be taken care of.

Joel

He wants to stay at your house for the first time because he thinks it will make you more comfortable

Walks in wearing a beanie, holding his overnight back in one hand and roses in the other

“Hey baby.”

Makes you blush instantly

When you’re in bed he has his hand trailing along your back

Fingers playing with your hands

Neck kisses

Nuzzling all over you

might sleep with you but spends the night just wanting to be with you

Wakes up the next day, similar to Erick with kisses all over your body

Wants to make you breakfast but has no idea where the things are in your kitchen

“Baby, can you show me where the frying pans are?”

“I can just cook!”

“No-no. I want to.”

Zabdiel

He stays over because he is too tired to stay home

“Nena can I just stay?”

“Yeah.”

You instantly become nervous

“I don’t have to.”

“No, stay.”

You’re excited for him to be staying the night

He pulls you to the room because he knows you want him to take the lead

You go to sleep quickly because you’re both tired but he has his large frame trapped under you

Leg thrown over you and arm over your waist

You have the best sleep ever because he is like a weighted blanket

Next morning, you try to get up but he is on top of you

“Zabdiel.” you whisper

Run your hands over his face to wake him up

“mmm”

“I wanna get up.”

“No nena. Just a little longer.”

pulls you closer and tighter against him

Falls asleep for another hour before you get up

Chris

Stays at yours because he thinks his place is a mess

That’s just an excuse he uses.

He actually thinks that it would make you more comfortable

Wants to cuddle with you on the couch and get take out

Gets a little freaky but most of the night is about more than sexual intimacy

Carries you to bed

Y’all sleep naked

Kisses all over your body

Cheeky giggling as he goes to spank your ass or grab your chest

Both of you laughing

Falls asleep with you in his arms

mouth open sleeper

Wakes you up with kisses

He is awake before you and you wanna sleep more

“baby girl, pleasseeee.” shaking you softly because he has so much energy and wants to hang out

“What do you want Chris?”

“Lets watch a movie!”

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bluewatersfairy · 3 years

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i haven't written anything for a minute and we're going away for the weekend and i wanna write some short blurbs/headcanons. can you guys send in some requests? they can be smut, angst or fluff. i just need some ideas 🥺

#richard camacho #christopher velez #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel #erick brian colon #requests #cnco smut #cnco #cnco angst #cnco fluff

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adxre-dejesus · 4 years

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2:47 p.m.

A/N: aaaa my first one-shot on here! please feel free to leave constructive criticism and/or send a request for an imagine. While this isn’t necessarily an imagine, i hope y’all enjoy it! (i drafted this on docs so the format is a little weird, sorry)

Word count: 1194

Warnings: allusions to d*ath / Angst, and just a little bit of fluff.

I open my eyes to the rumbling thunder sounding outside my window, jolting me awake. The trees shook viciously outside, throwing brittle, warm toned leaves to the ground and splattered drops of rain onto the glass. I stared at the clear glass vase on my nightstand with wilting white and yellow flowers caught in my line of sight. The nightstand filled with fallen, dried up petals, dirty tissues, not allowing whatever thank you note accompanying the arrangement to see the light of day.

I rolled my eyes and shifted over to lay on my backside. Now facing the ceiling, I’m met with assorted helium balloons. The helium-filled foil clinging to the ceiling lets me know mom must have brought them in while asleep. “Get Well Soon” I scoffed reading the decorative balloons, not finding any purpose in them -- other than being a pollutant.

Sighing, I sat up and pulled the comforter off the top half of my body. Wincing at the pressure burning in my left side, I lean over, reaching for my phone. I let out a deep breath as the pain drifted away when I sat back up. I turn my screen over to check the time, the bright screen reading 2:47 p.m.

It hasn’t occurred to me to change my lockscreen picture to avoid fighting back tears every time I glance at my phone. It was set to a picture that animated on command. I pressed down on the bottom corner of the phone to bring the screen to life.

The video began with Chris moving away from the propped up phone, running back over to where I was standing with his skateboard. He ran up, putting a hand on my shoulder, the other reaching for the end of the board closest to the concrete

“Acuéstalo.” I leaned down, placing the opposite end of the board on the ground. I looked back up for further instructions, only to be met with Chris holding his arm out. I took it, and we exchanged a smile, followed by a light-hearted giggle from Chris.

“Ahora, sube este pie” he nudged my foot with his own, and I placed my left foot onto the board.

“Okay, vas a subir el otro pie y te apoyes aquí en mi brazo” he steps to stand in front of me and the board with both his arms out for me to grab onto. Looking up at Chris for his approval, with the bounce of his swooped highlighted hair from a nod, I brought myself onto the board and balanced myself with his forearms.

“You’re a skater girl!” Chris shouted with a wide smile, startling nearby park-goers.

“I’m a skater girl!” I mimicked him. A strong gust of wind blew our way, sending chills down my spine. I brought my hand up to my face to move my hair that was now scattered in front of my eyes. With another blast of wind, I lost my balance and in the blink of an eye I went down, bringing Chris with me, the skateboard rolling off to the side.

Chris landed on my lap and we both burtsed out into a loud, uncontrollable laughter

Wiping away the trail of fallen tears, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn over, back into the dip that has formed in my bed over the past month. Just as I begin to close my eyes, my door flies open. I look up and see Mila standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a small frown on her face.

“Jess” she drags off looking around the room and scrunching her nose. Mila sighs, putting her purse on the dresser nearest to the door, coming over my way, sitting on a clear space on the bed, by my side. Dreading the conversation I know is coming, I groan and pull my comforter over my head.

“Jess, don’t start.” Mila yanks the covers back down and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hun, i know you’re in pain right now, but you can’t just stay in here forever. I know you’re hurting and I'm sorry that I don’t know what to say to make it hurt less. What I can do is take you out of here and remind you that there’s still a whole world out there waiting for you to go out and keep moving forward.”

“No there isn’t!” i shoot up, “You don’t understand, it’s as if i were in the car with him, i’m crushed. Except I'm still here, and I have to live with the fact, the pain, knowing he’s not here anymore. Knowing there’s nothing I can do to make it stop hurting. To bring him back. It should have been me.”

“Je-“

I shove Mila’s arm away from my shoulder. Hot, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face, “It should have been me! He should be here! He had a future waiting for him. College, a job; he was supposed to have signed the lease for his first apartment last Tuesday. He was the only thing I had.”, I choked out a sob, “And now he’s gone.”

Bringing my forearm to my face, I wiped away tears and stray hairs. Mila has never been the best at consoling, yet she pulls me into an embrace, letting my ragged breathing disappear into her washed-out rolling stones t-shirt.

We stay like this for what seems like hours until I've calmed down. Mila pulls away, her now soggy curls removing themselves from my flushed cheeks. I keep my eyes down, gliding my hands in my lap, and trying to contain the sniffles still in my system.

“I think,” Mila breaks the silence, ”we should talk about this a little more, relieve you of a bit from all that you’re keeping in. What do you say?” I nodded, pulling my sleeve over my fist and rubbing my eyes. “Alright, how about we go down to Judy’s for some coffee and we can just talk about whatever you feel comfortable with?” I nod again, remembering the strong scent of coffee and toast, mixed with the cool air in our local diner. Mila gets up from the bed and walks back over to the dresser by the door.

“Take your time to get ready, i'll wait for you downstairs, then we’ll head out” Mila gives a gentle smile, grabbing her purse and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. I get out from under the duvet and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet grazing dirty tissues scattered on the carpet. I refrain from thinking too much about the outing and instead stand up, stepping into the slides on the floor by my bed.

I pulled on a random sweatshirt from the edge of my bed along with my phone, reaching for the doorknob. Before I went out the door, I paused to look at the framed picture of Chris and I, looking into the same brown eyes I know would want me to take this step on. With a deep exhale and a nod, I continued forward.

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flamediel · 3 years

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Wait im almost done w work then im free for the day. I miss yall, how are we doing? I kind of wanna talk cute shit so send fluffiness or just tell me about your day ily all ok bye 🥰💖

#cnco #richard camacho #christopher velez #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus #cnco fluff #cncomusic #joel pimentel #thank you all for all the sweet messages earlier this week #i really appreciate you all

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tweetiebirb · 4 years

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A taste at Normal life

(A/N) So with Chris being 24 and such I couldn't help but think about him in a relationship. Being engaged to this girl and her being Prego and so on. I wrote this as bullet points since writing a whole fic would just simply be too long for my dyslexic ass to cope

The engagement

· Christopher would put a lot of thought into this

· He would take months to find THE perfect ring

· I see him as the type to ask your parents for your hand in marriage

· The proposal would be simple and private but still romantic

· He’d have the boys set up a picnic on the beach while he was bringing you to the location

· You honestly would think it’s just a cute date he had planned

· But when the sunset is half way done setting, when the sky is filled with beautiful colours he’d get down on one knee and tell you how much he loves you and how you are his person

· You’d probably shed a tear or two

· When he’d finally ask you to marry him you would just feverishly nod your head yes

The wedding

· The wedding would be simple yet romantic

· Christopher would trust you to pick the theme and such since it is your day but the man would still help

· He’s not the type of guy that tells you to pick everything because it’s “Your day” to get out of work. He’s the type to let you make decisions and help make sure they are seen through by putting in a lot of effort

· Aliyah would be flower girl! Have you seen how much Christopher loves her! Of course she would be flower girl

· You guys would write your own vows

· He would definitely cry during the ceremony

· And you guys would party the night away

The pregnancy

· Your pregnancy would be planned

· You would figure out a way to make sure Christopher would be home during your 8th month of pregnancy and around the first few months of the baby

· He would not drink your whole pregnancy as a sign of solidarity with you

· When you guys were around each other he would constantly talk to you belly or have a hand on it

· He’s even more protective of you during those 9 months (I mean obviously)

· He helps you prep your hospital bag

· And when you go into labor he is by your side every step of the way

(A/N) I hope you guys liked this! Once again feel free to DM me about things I could improve on or feel free to send in some request!

-Izeultx -xox-

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stressedkitkatttt · 2 years

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Boys Confessing Their Feelings

Hello again. Had this in my drafts for 2 years and I finally finished it. I wanted it to be longer but I figured short and sweet was the way to go...

Request: Headcanon on the boys asking a girl to be their girlfriend.

Word Count: 547

Warnings: None, its soft and sweet :)

A/N: These are just my opinions yada yada, you know the drill and all pictures were taken from their twitters(so credits to them... duh). I know it says girl but I tried to make it so anyone could insert themselves into it if they wanted to.

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✫ He's confident asf. I think around someone he likes, he's extra playful, flirty, goofy, loving to get close to them - slinging an arm around them and always trying to get them to laugh and do things with him.

✫ I think he would be a little nervous when he feels its time to actually confess his feelings, his anxiety at its highest point as he waits for a reply, but if she replies with yes, he'd breathe out a huge sigh of relief and have a big grin on his face, maybe pulling them into an embrace. I also see him confessing somewhere quiet, not too crowded.

✬ Okay Mr. Macho man, I could see him also acting playful and flirty. I see him wanting to be around them more and more, and with a group of people, he wants to be next to them and make conversation whenever he can. For sure they would be best friends for a long while and know almost everything about each other since both are open towards each other.

✬ I think he'd be nervous, but doing his best to cover that up. Might stutter a bit when the words start to come out before he catches himself and reiterates his feelings with a steady voice. I also see him being the sincerest. Not saying the other guys aren't sincere, but Richard gives off that vibe of "if he says something like this, he really means it."

✵ Zabdiel has mentioned before that he gets nervous around someone he likes, so going off of that information, I think he would be most nervous during the build-up, and waiting for the answer, his mind racing at the thought of trying to find the right place and time as well as the thought of rejection.

✵ I see him confessing it somewhere private. He wants it to be one-on-one, with no distractions, just clear-cut. I'm thinking maybe he hung out with them all day and they just shoot the shit before he finally confesses his feelings. When they say yes, he has a big grin on his face and I see him pulling them in for a long kiss.

❂ For sure would want to spend the day with them, putting everything aside. I see him asking for some advice and of course, the guys would be by his side in case things didn't go as planned. I see him buying and giving little gifts. I think his behavior would be the most obvious to everyone that he likes someone. If anyone asked one of the boys, they would definitely be blunt about it unless Erick told them not to, or at the very least strongly hint at it.

❂ I kind of imagine him being quiet when he feels ready to confess. Like if he's in conversation, he'll be quiet and his heart will be racing as he looks around with a slightly worried look. I think he'd whisper it, his cheeks flush, and he turns away. Definitely quiet enough for the need to have him repeat. He says it louder this time. Since I think it would be obvious when he likes someone, everyone will just know, and that will lead to a happy reaction from both parties.

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zabdidaddi · 4 years

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zabdiel de jesús - i’ll wait

A/N: this fic is the first in a new series that @tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo and i are working on and it’s based on the video of joel tryna hug zabdi bc i still can’t get over that lol. so in accordance with our series, joel is the reader’s best friend here and the reader has a crush on zabdiel

pairings: reader x joel pimentel - best friend; zabdiel de jesús - crush

warnings: ok the ending wasn’t how i planned it and it’s lowkey sad / slight angst towards the end maybe? idk but it’s mostly just fluff

word count: 1k

“Zabdi I just want a hug,” Joel whines. The three of you are supposed to be watching a movie but for the past hour or so, you’ve felt as if you were the only one watching it. You and your best friend Joel had been planning a Harry Potter movie marathon for the longest time and he had begged you to invite Zabdiel because Joel claimed that he loved the series as well. Of course, you agreed…mostly because you had a crush on Zabdiel, but you weren’t going to tell Joel that. However, much to your annoyance, the two of them have just been bickering throughout most of the movie.

Sighing, you peel your gaze away from the TV screen and see Joel trying to wrap his arms around Zabdiel who is struggling to wriggle out from his grasp. The sight of the two of them makes you laugh, which draws Joel’s attention to you. “(Y/N) help me pin him down,” he pleads. With an evil grin, you leap up from where you’re sitting on the couch to help Joel.

“Ay, (Y/N) no,” Zabdiel groans, giving both you and Joel an exasperated look while still trying to pry Joel’s arms away. You grab Zabdiel’s wrists to try to stop him from moving and Joel finally manages to wrap his arms around his torso. A moment later, Zabdiel slumps down in his seat in defeat and glares at you.

“It’s Joel’s fault, not mine,” you say innocently, raising your hands in mock surrender. Zabdiel’s eyes narrow at you and suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, pulling you over to him. “Hey!”

“It’s your fault too,” Zabdiel says, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from running away. You let out an involuntary yelp as his hold on you makes you lose your balance and fall on top of him. Blushing, you try to sit back upright but you feel Joel’s arms go around you as well.

“Group hug!” Joel smirks mischievously and you roll your eyes. All of a sudden, you realize how close you are to Zabdiel - your face is just inches from his and you’re practically sitting in his lap. Nevertheless, Joel’s arms are wound so tightly around the two of you that you can’t do anything about it anyways.

“Joel, esto es muy incomodo,” Zabdiel complains. “Para mi y para ella.” Joel pouts but reluctantly lets go a moment later.

“Fine, I’ll just hug (Y/N) then,” Joel grumbles, but to your surprise, Zabdiel keeps his arm around you.

“No, ella es mía,” He jokes and wraps his other arm around you for good measure.

“Wow, so neither of my best friends want to give me a hug? Fine,” Joel huffs in mock annoyance. Laughing, you reach your arms out to him but Zabdiel glares at you.

“No,” Zabdiel says, holding you even tighter to him. “I already said tu eres mía.” His words make your heart flutter, but you just raise your eyebrows and shrug. You settle into a more comfortable position and rest your head against his chest. Once he’s sure that you’re not going to slip away again, his arms around your waist relax a bit. As you snuggle closer to him, you feel a sudden urge to confess your feelings. You’ve liked him for a while now, and this moment just seems to be the perfect time to finally tell him...

“Zabdi?” You whisper, tilting your head up to look at him. When he glances down at you, you feel his heartbeat pick up.

“Hmm?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his eyes search yours. You open your mouth to speak the words you’ve been waiting to say for the past few years but nothing comes out. The spark in you that flared up dies down just as quickly. What were you thinking? Zabdiel is literally a celebrity and he has probably had more hookups than people you’ve ever met in your life. You’ve had to remind yourself of that countless times. But sometimes, in the fleeting gazes the two of you exchanged, you think - just for a moment - that he might like you back.

“Nothing,” You say after a while and lay your head back on his chest. There’s nothing more you want than to tell him that you really like him, but you can’t seem to muster up the courage to do so anymore. So once again, you wait for him to tell you that he likes you too. You always do.

“Estás bien?” He asks gently and you feel the vibrations from his voice. You nod and keep your gaze trained on the movie, ignoring the tears prickling your eyes. Neither of you say anything afterwards but for you, his presence is more than enough. After a few moments, you feel your thoughts start to drift away and your eyes flutter shut. As you drift off into a light sleep, you don’t notice Zabdiel gazing softly at you in his arms.

“Ooh, you’re whipped,” Joel teases Zabdiel who shushes him. Joel’s expression softens a little as he glances at you, then back at Zabdiel. “She likes you too, you know.” Zabdiel avoids his gaze and gives a slight shake of his head. His heart aches to tell you that he’s in love with you, but with you being Joel’s best friend and living thousands of miles away while they were touring…

Closing his eyes briefly, Zabdiel tries to disperse the thoughts of being with you. When he opens them, he gazes at you, taking in each of your features one by one as if seeing you for the last time and imprinting them in his mind so that he can picture your face again when he’s away. He swallows the lump in his throat and tears his gaze away from you. Even if you can’t be together, he tells himself, at least you’re here with him now.

And that would have to be enough.

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richardscamacho · 4 years

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how cnco would comfort you after a breakup

how best friend!cnco would comfort you after a breakup.

christopher

after such a traumatic breakup, christopher’s main goal would be to keep you uplifted and happy. he’ll do this by complimenting you endlessly, saying things like “you were out of their league anyway!” and “dry your eyes, baby, you’re still the baddest bitch”. really, he just wants to help you see that although one person did you horribly wrong, you shouldn’t completely shut down. he would want to remind you of all the best parts of yourself in order to ensure that you don’t lose touch with them. it may feel as though he’s being a little too persistent, but he comes from a place of love and that will be evident. even if you push him away for a little bit in order to grieve, he’ll always be right there to pick up where you left off.

richard

given that richard is a father, he may have a more mature approach to this than most. he’s always been more of an older brother figure in your life, so he’ll never shy away from telling you things you need to hear, even if you don’t want to. however, he would never phrase things harshly or in a way that he suspects may hurt your feelings. instead, he’ll tread lightly, only speaking once he’s sure you’re in the right mental state to not only hear what he has to say, but to process it as well. he would take your side wholeheartedly, though he would want it to be abundantly clear that you can’t spend everyday crying in bed over this person, as well as why you shouldn’t. every time you feel like giving in and texting them, he’s right there to knock some sense into you in the most loving way possible.

zabdiel

zabdiel is the friend you turn to when you want to rage. not only are you so close, you’re positive that anything you tell him won’t be spread around, but he would have a lot of rage of his own toward your previous significant other. he’ll let you speak your piece for as long as you like, interjecting every so often with an opinion of his own. he may even be a little irritated at himself, as he had a feeling that there was something up with your ex. however, because there was no evidence and he didn’t want to spoil your happiness, he kept his mouth shut and simply reminded you that if things went south he would be there to catch you. he had seen you get your heart broken so many times and now he had no choice but to watch once more, so he would be scolding himself for not finding a way to prevent it (even though that wasn’t possible).

joel

joel is someone you know you can turn to no matter what. while he has a habit of coming across disinterested and cold, you’ve been best friends long enough to know that this is never personal, that it’s just how he is. he never fails to come through for you in your time of need, so this is surely no exception; seeing you so fragile and hurt would make his cold exterior melt a little. all he wants to do is make your pain go away, as he hates that this has happened to you time and time again. he wouldn’t really ask if you want to talk about it, he would merely assume that you do and silently offer a listening ear once you feel as though you’re ready. he’d let you rest your head on his shoulder and spill your guts, nodding along as you do so. he’ll offer advice—some of which is helpful, some of which is jokingly vengeful. he really does have a big heart, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. this would be one of the times he allows all of this to fall away though, for as long as you need it to.

erick

in all honesty, erick wouldn’t be entirely sure how to console you after such a terrible experience. with your friendship dynamic, you’re typically the one taking care of him, so this isn’t a situation that’s very familiar to him. despite this, he would very much want to try to help you through this emotional time. he would want to take baby steps, as he’s a little afraid of making things worse, which he would begin by timidly asking if you’re alright. though you’ll likely say yes, he would instantly know that this is just a front. he knows you and he knows that you feel as though you have to be strong for him because that’s how it’s always been in the past. looking up at you with those vulnerable green eyes, he’ll softly reassure you that you don’t have to be anything for him, that it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling and that he’ll be there for the entirety of it.

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miericksongo · 4 years

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Never Be Yours Pt.1 // J.P.D.L.

angst with a dash of fluff

This is MY work, therefore do not steal or copy from it!

You don't remember a time where you've never seen Joel Pimentel as a cute, dorky, and friendly guy. He was always there to give you things such as motivational boosts, like when you had to present an essay in front of your class. He was always there when you were sick, literally buying a whole stock of chicken soup. But also, he was there for you. His presence was enough. You've had many friends and acquaintances come and go over the years, but Joel was one of the few that's been present through it all.

Joel doesn't remember a time that you weren't there for him. Like at one of CNCO's concerts, he forgot his bandana and D&G belt and you offered to hop back over to the hotel and get them for him. Or the time he wasn’t feeling well, and you got a whole surplus of chicken soup, causing him to laugh at the reference to when you were sick. Even moral support too, like accompanying him to interviews and shows. As much as it sounds cliché, he could never ask for a better best friend. He was so happy with you in his life. He loved being friends. However, you didn't want to be just friends, you wanted to be something more to him.

For most of the friendship, you had feelings for Joel. You even thought that he reciprocated them, too. There's been countless times when he would smile at you with that special glint in his eyes, or brush his hands gently across your cheeks. But, you thought sometimes that maybe he was just being friendly. Even other people, like the boys, thought Y/N and Joel would make the perfect couple.

But sadly however, as of recently, Y/N and Joel may never be, and that Joel and Winnie might take its place.

Winnie was also a resident of the boys' building. She was a food blogger with a beautiful and kind-hearted soul who also happened to be Joel's crush (according to your thoughts). You first started suspecting Joel's feelings for her about five months ago, when the boys invited her over for a small group gathering when Winnie introduced herself to you. The two of you made small talk when Joel walks over and says, "Oh Winnie, I've assumed you've met Y/N and Y/N, that you've met Winnie. Looks like one less thing I have to do.", he chuckles, putting his arm around her. Then, among other things, Winnie was starting to be in the picture more and more (not that you had a problem with it), and Joel became "friendly" with her more and more. Sometimes, you thought that Chris's flirtatiousness got onto him, and pushed it off.

However, your worst fears came true one night when Joel brought her up during movie night in his room, with just the two of you. “Y/N, you are my best friend, my confidant. Sorry to burst the fun bubble here, but I have something serious to tell you.” Turning up to Joel in his embrace, you reply “You can tell me anything, Joelito.” Chuckling at the nickname, he asks, “Do you know Winnie?” Tapping him playfully on the arm, you say to Joel, “Of course I do! She’s our friend who lives in the building.” Joel smiles at you. He then takes a breath and proceeds to say, “Well... I like her.” Slightly freezing, you go, “Of course you do, she’s our friend!” “No, I like-like her, more than as a friend. She’s been eating up my thoughts lately. She’s beautiful, kind, and who I dream of having, as corny as that sounds.” What was once a theory to you became reality. As much as it hurt and stung, you had a feeling that this was coming. But you couldn’t wallow in your thoughts anymore as Joel was looking at you expectantly. Coming up with the most cliché and least suspicious thing you could think of, you say, “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, Joel!”’

All you could picture on your way home, bawling your eyes out, is that he would never be yours.

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