Dating Richard Camacho: Drabble Style
There’s so much laughter. Your house is filled with it. In every corner of the house is a happy memory, one that most likely makes you giggle until you can’t breathe. It’s filled with lots of soft “I love you’s,” lots of reassurance that you’re the only girl in the world to him. You were never one to be needy or clingy, but he likes to remind you that you were his, and his alone, and with that, came the reminder that he was also yours.
You’re both hugely musical people, so naturally, there’s always music in the Camacho household. Showing each other new songs, making playlists that remind you of him and vice versa. It’s a way you guys feel closer, bonding over something that means so much to the both of you. Lots of late night song writing sessions, facetiming his brother with him and making endless pots of coffee as they stay up late together writing the next big hit.
There’s lots of sexual tension...to say the least. Listen, the man tours most of the year so when he is home...he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Anywhere you are, he is too. In the kitchen? He’s pressed up against you as you stir the food, placing small smooches up and down your neck. Washing the dishes? He ‘accidentally’ sprays our shirt so it’s tight and see through. Watching tv? 100% he’s wrapped around you like a vine, his hands skimming over your butt, using your chest as his pillow.
Not everything is butterflies and sunshine though. There’s lots of nights, too many nights where you both stay up late clutching each other, whispering soothing words to one another depending on who’s upset. For him, it’s telling him how loved he is, reassuring him that he’s essential to the band and that the fans love him, because as much as he tries to avoid it, he always ends up seeing those few nasty comments that make him spiral into a hole of self-doubt. For you, it’s reassurance that you’re the only one for him, that you’re more than enough for him, because as much as you trust him, there’s always some doubt when you’re dating a world famous superstar. Pillow talk is a very normal occurrence in the Camacho household, soft and sweet whispers about how much you loved each other, but also just stupid things, like whether you guys believed in aliens. (You don’t, he does. This leads to LOTS of late night debates)
Date nights are always a good time-- as much as you two loved to stay in and cuddle, you both are slight party animals. You both loved dressing up to go out to a new fancy restaurant, and then go dancing with his friends afterwards. Whenever you guys went out, he made sure to always have a hand on your waist to keep you close, a part of him afraid that the fans or paparazzi would bombard you guys and accidentally hurt you. Going to club was an experience--you pushed up against Richard as he grinds against you to a sexy song? Yes please. He loved how easily you got along with his friends, how much they loved you. You’d sometimes turn around to see him staring at you with a goofy smile, as if you held the moon in your hands.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing baby--you’re just perfect.”
Cue to you blushing and smooching him in the middle of the dance floor, leading to his friends letting out loud whoops and whistles to embarass you, making Richard just grin at you and whisper how much he loves you.
pixelskylines
yousharknotpass
areudirty
kaledo-art
ellievsbear
vaporwave
germansingergirl
annaxmalina
stormborns
