#david castañeda fluff

[oscarisaacsspit]

he’s just like me fr

[diegoh4rgreeves]

Imagine: You've been dating Diego Hargreeves for about a year now. You're both still really happy together and in the honeymoon phase. You've met his siblings and get along really with them. You laugh at each other's quirky families anyway. One day Diego gets a phone call from his brother Luther, who he has a power dynamic with. Luther nags Diego on how he can "do better on missions." Diego just says "uh huh" to him. You giggle over Luther telling Diego that he needs to take things more seriously, and then Luther lets out a fart and claims that it was the squeaky chair he's sitting on. Diego and you look at each other and giggle over this. It makes you feel better about your own family thinking they can tell you what to do all the time.

[yup-thats-me]

— beautiful secret • justin h min

paring: husband! Justin h min x BuzzFeed producer! wife

summary: it's about time that Justin introduces his wife to the world

warning: fluff

some months ago

"I know, baby. I miss you too. I'll be home in a few hours, and I'll cuddle you as many times as you want," Justin spoke into the phone, a bright smile adorning his lips.

Emmy, David and Ritu standing at a distance, staring at Justin.

Emmy scoffed at his stupidness. "Yeah David, when you talk to your mom you blush bright red like Justin is, right?" She smiled sarcastically, making Ritu snicker.

"Who do you reckon he's talking to?" Ritu whispered.

"Prolly his mom?" David answered or more like questioned.

After Justin put down his phone, the three hoped infront of him like excited kids do when free candies are distributed. Justin looked at them, smiling. "What?"

David nudged Ritu signalling her to begin. "We weren't like spying on you or something but..." She drifted, looking away from him.

Emmy sighed taking over. "We saw you talking in the phone and blushing. So aren't you gonna tell us?" Justin looked genuinely confused. "Tell you what exactly?".

"About your girlfriend man! Don't act shy now", David hit him on the shoulder playfully.

Justin immediately looked down after hearing their question.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about."

Ritu smirked. "Oh you do honey. It's about time we find out your secret."

Justin chuckled getting up from his chair. "You'll find out my secret of there's a secret," he told them walking away leaving the trio standing there looking, staring at his back.

"Just you wait and see Justin," Emmy stated smiling, placing her hands over her chest.

"Yeah you wait and see, dude!" David copied Emmy. Ritu did the same, placing her hands over her chest and saying, "You wait and see Mr. Secretive Korean Guy," making the rest laugh.

•••

Emmy, David and Justin sat there patiently as the crew arranged everything for their interview.

The stars were talking among themselves only Justin sat there quietly fidgeting with the thin golden band on his right pointer finger, smiling at it fondly.

David was sitting beside him and took a notice of Justin's actions. "Whatcha doin'?"

David's question pulled Justin out of his trance and into reality. "Huh? What?" Justin asked confused.

"I asked what you doing. Hey, you alright man? You zone out more frequently than normal. I've noticed from the last few months." David stared at him genuinely worried aboht his friend. " All good at home?"

"Yeah yeah. Everything's fine. All is good," Justin smiled.

Emmy bent forward from her chair and instantly noticed the golden ring.

"What's that ring for? Looks good," she complimented.

Emmy's statement made Justin look back down at his pointer finger and smiled yet again. "It's from...someone...", He drifted, avoiding eye contact with any of the two.

David and Emmy eyed him suspiciously

present day

"Oh it's going to be so hard to pay any attention to the tweets when you'll be standing there infront of me," Justin said as he hugged you tightly.

"Okay okay Mr. Loverman. Now go before anyone sees us," you laughed pushing your husband away from the embrace, making Justin stare at you dramatically.

"I didn't know you hated my hugs!" He gasped.

You giggled pecking him on both the cheeks. "You know that's not what I meant. If our pictures are getting clicked right now, your fans will go batshit crazy as to who the secret woman is. And I don't want you to face any troubles because of me."

Without a word, Justin pulled you in for a sweet kiss, taking as much time as he could to savour this moment.

"My sweet wife," he kissed you once more. "God, I love you, Y/n!"

You smiled brightly. "and me you. Now go!" You finally pushed him away from you and walked the other direction into the studio.

You entered the studio sometime after Justin got in as to not cause any suspicion. You saw Justin sitting beside Emmy and smiled at him sneakily. He too smiled back although not so sneakily cause Emmy looked at him like he was crazy.

You snickered, taking your position behind the camera.

"Hi I'm Emmy Raver-Lampman — and I'm Justin H Min — and we're here with BuzzFeed to answer some thirst tweets." With that, the interview began.

All was going well. Some tweets made you giggle quietly and others made you believe all fans are crazy.

"'I bet Justin H Min's girlfriend is as gorgeous as he is'" Emmy read out. "Yeah I too think that. Although me and the rest of the cast haven't figured who it is, yet, but we'll do pretty soon."

Justin stared at you across the room. "Wait," he got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Ready?" He whispered in your ear when he reached you. You nodded knowing how this will go.

Justin gently pulled you along him and made you stand there in front of the camera. Emmy stood up too.

"We've been hiding for quite sometime now and I, we, think it's time to finally tell the world," he glanced at you for the last time and when you slightly nodded, he spoke again. "This is Y/n L/n, my darling wife."

The news made the entire studio gasp.

Emmy got out of her trance and immediately hugged you. "Oh my god! I'm so happy for you both!" She jumped with excitement.

The filming resumed again after a break.

After the interview, you, Emmy and Justin went to a nearby café to chat.

"I'm not sure, but have I seen you before, Y/n?" Emmy asked sipping her beverage.

Justin smiled, lacing his hand with yours on the table.

You smiled. "Maybe you've seen me the last time you guys did and interview with BuzzFeed? I'm one of it's producers."

"That's how we met. Now nearly three years ago," Justin brought your hands to his lips and kissed it softly.

Emmy stared at the two of you in awe. "You guys are really cute."

Justin and you smiled, looking at each other.

requests are open <3

[anythingbutmar]

Christmas cookies

Diego Hargreeves x pregnant!reader

Summary: Pregnancy cravings can suck, specially when they come at unholy hours and you have to make them yourself, but at least your husband’s there to help.

A/N: you already know I’m a sucker for domestic Diego so this was just lovely to write!

Warnings: don’t try to bake cookies the way I just described! Please avoid food poisoning my dears.

“Babe.” You whispered, shaking your husband’s shoulder, only hearing a snore in return.

“Diego!” This time you shook him a little too hard, almost pushing him off the bed.

“Y/N? What? Is the baby coming? I’ll get the car keys!” He instantly stood up, looking for a pair of pants.

“What? No, we still have about 4 months left silly.” You laughed at his messy hair and shaken expression.

“Then why would you wake me at...” He grabbed his phone, looking at the time. “Three AM?!”

“I have a craving...” You chuckled, staring at your hands on your lap.

“Aww, is our baby girl hungry?” He sat back down, placing a kiss on your belly.

“We don’t know what they are yet.” You caressed his cheek, always loving his hopeful smile.

“I just have a feeling!” He gently placed his hand over yours. “So what are you two craving now?”

“Do we still have those cookie molds?”

“Oh no.” He shook his head.

Minutes later you were both wearing an apron over your pajamas as you set the ingredients on the table.

“What should I play?” Diego pointed at his phone.

“Mariah Carey!” You cheered excitedly.

He rolled his eyes but did so anyways. “You do realize we’re well into March, don’t you sweets?”

“You can’t bake christmas cookies without christmas music.”

You started mixing the butter and sugar but Diego took the mixer from your hand, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “Why don’t you get started on the frosting? I know that’s your favorite part”

He was right, you loved frosting, so as Diego added the dry ingredients to the batter you mixed sugar, water and meringue powder before splitting the mix into two bowls. As you did, Diego had already placed the dough in the oven so you could roll it in an hour. He was surprisingly good at baking for a man who ate raw eggs for breakfast. He grabbed the green food coloring as you did with the red and you both mixed it with the separated frostings.

“Now what?” He asked, hugging you from behind. Ever since your baby bump started growing that became his favorite position, he loved placing his hands on it while also holding you tightly. It was heaven for him, all his world inside his arms.

“Now we wait.” You started swaying to the tune of Mariah’s version of Joy to the World.

He twirled you around to face him and held you as close as he could with your belly between you two. “I can’t wait to be able to dance like this with my little girl.”

“I’m sure she’ll be very happy to know that her daddy is the best dancer in the world.” He lifted an eyebrow in disbelief at your use of the pronouns. “To be honest, I also have that feeling but I don’t wanna get ahead of myself. Do we really want to wait until the birth to know the sex?”

“I mean I used to, but I don’t think I can wait that long, how about we ask on our next appointment?” You nodded excitedly.

“But right now I think I need to sit down, I’m tired.” You said before seeing a wicked smile on your husband’s face as he lifted you up and carried you all the way to the couch, where, once again, he sat on one end with open legs, gesturing for you to lie between them so he could hug you from behind again.

You played the first thing you saw on Netflix but minutes later you were both sleeping like sloths, which meant only two things.

1. The future parent life was already affecting your sleep schedule.

2. You’d have christmas cookies for breakfast.

[waiting-for-motivation]

naked

summary: When Luther visits Diego in the boiler room of the gym, he doesn‘t notice one certain person in his brothers bed - a very naked girl.

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: nudity, fluff, diego eating a raw egg, making out

words: 746

a/n: sorry I had writers block and stress because of university which is still present, but Diegos beauty inspired me :))

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

A knife meets wood. A man grunts and curses. The girl in the bed wakes up. She sits up, holding the blanket to her chest. Her eyes are half open. Her (h/c) hair is messy.

“Diego!“, she cries. “I already told you this a thousand times: Stop throwing your damn knives at me!“ Her voice is sore and even though she sounds angry, she isn‘t screaming.

The man in the arm chair stares at the half asleep female because he didn‘t notice her. He was here for over an hour and didn‘t notice her. Maybe because she didn‘t move or because she was fully covered by the blanket.

Diego walks downstairs and takes the knife from his brother. Silence fills the room. (Y/n) swallows and her eyes wander from one brother to the other. She can‘t believe someone could have watched her while she was sleeping - naked.

“It‘s a nice place“, Luther says and with another glance at the female, turns to his brother. Diego starts taking of his knifes, grabs a shirt and walks to his girlfriend who is staring at him with wide sleepy eyes.

“Put that on. You are making him blush“, Diego whispers with a grin on his lips. He pats her head and kisses her forehead.

Because Luther is still facing to the other side, (Y/n) lets the blanket fall and puts on the dark blue shirt. After one last stroke over her soft hair, Diego walks to the makeshift kitchen and eats a raw egg. His girlfriend rolls her eyes.

“You‘ve got a girlfriend?“, number one asks. He looks over his muscular shoulder at the slightly nervous girl. She breaks the eye contact and gets up from the bed. The shirt – actually Diegos shirt – is reaching her knees, so she doesn‘t have to worry about Luther seeing anything only Diego is supposed to see.

“Yeah“, Diego says. “Why are you here? Surely not because of my sweetheart.“ (Y/n) stops next to her boyfriend and leans her head against his chest while he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pressing her closer to himself. The sweet scent of him fills her nostrils, she closes her (e/c) eyes and sighs.

“Why didn‘t you tell me?“, Luther asks and the girl in Diegos arms frowns. Why would Diego be obliged to tell his adoptive brother, who he doesn‘t even like, that he got a girlfriend? “You were fighting the night that dad died.“ That makes more sense. As if to prove his assumption, number one holds up an poster. “I checked with the guys out there. And your….girlfriend will probably tell me the same.“

“Well, I shouldn‘t have to prove my innocence to you or anyone in this family.“ Diegos hand wanders lower, from (Y/n)s shoulder to her back and finally to her ass. Quickly, she turns around and takes his hand in hers before the man can touch her anywhere else.

“Yeah, that‘s right. But I just thought that-“ Luther gets interrupted by Diego who tells him really harshly to go and leave him alone, with his beloved girlfriend.

Luther goes upstairs but stops on the door step. “It was nice meeting you.“

Then he closes the door and immediately, Diegos hands are all over his girls body. (Y/n) giggles, not only because his hands tickle her but because of his weird brother too.

“So that was the famous number one“, (Y/n) states while her boyfriend kisses along her neck. One of his hands wanders under the shirt and caresses her stomach. Slowly, they walk to the bed, Diego pushing his girl forward without taking his lips nor hands off her.

“Stop talking about my brother while I‘m trying to make out with you“, he says and turns (Y/n) around, finally kissing her lips. But unfortunately, the female turns her head aside.

“You should lock the door when leaving, Diego. I was sleeping naked next to your brother. He could have seen something. He could have seen everything.“ Diego laughs. (Y/n) looks at him angry although his hands are still caressing her skin.

“Don‘t worry, sweetheart. If he had seen anything, I would have happily cutout his eyes. No one sees my girlfriend naked besides me.“ And while the last sentence comes over his lips, he grabs the hem of the dark blue short and removes it from (Y/n)s gorgeous body. Diego grins like an idiot.

They both fall on the bed, kissing each other where their lips can reach.

[awesometheydontknowiamhere]

Oh Mi Princesa

Summary: David receives a package with the script for Umbrella Academy Season two and is very excited to start filming soon. Reader decided to make his evening even more special, fuelled by David’s use of Spanish.

Fandom: David Castaneda

Pairing: David Castaneda X Reader

Words: 829

Warnings: Smut. Serious oral happening here. 18+.

Requests: Yes, by a lovely anon who properly challenged me with this one:

“can you write some david castañeda smut in which he talks dirty to the reader in spanish,,, i don’t have a plot line but just make it hOtt af ??”

 Author’s note: I apologize in advance for all the Spanish errors in this fic. I will not make any excuses here, I barely speak Spanish, but I’ve tried to make this as sexy as I could. Enjoy.

For people like me, aka, people who don’t speak Spanish, I am including the meanings of all the phrases I’ve used.

Mi princesa-  My princess

Oh Dios mio- oh my God

Mi reina, eso se siente tan bien- My queen, that feels so good

Mi alma- My soul

mi Corazon  - my heart

gracias, preciosa- Thank you, beautiful

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“Hell, yeah!”

You looked up from your book to see David grinning with a brown package in his hand.

“Y/N, mi princesa, look what I just received in the mail. The script is here for season two,” he said, his eyes wide and glowing with excitement.

You leaped up from the couch into his arms, tackling him to a nearby armchair.

“That’s incredible, Papi. I am so happy for you. Now I am going to see more of you, all strapped with leather belts and all sexy and buff.”

You placed a congratulatory kiss on his lips, your hands on his shoulders. David deepened it further, his hand snaking up to your neck, holding you in place as he coaxed your lips apart with his tongue.

Your tongues fought for dominance, but he won the fight as he gripped your hair, the rough gesture dumbfounding you for a minute.

David moved his hands to your waist and repositioned you directly over his growing erection.

With just a pair of sweatpants and thin cotton underwear separating your cores, you felt him, maddeningly close yet so far.

He was busy attacking your neck with little nips from his teeth, emptying your mind of all thought, but his incredible dick.

You pushed yourself off of him, ignoring the confused look on his face you sank to your knees in front of him.

A smirk later your hands went to the drawstring of his sweats. You pulled the fabric down and his dick sprang out. You leaned forward and David nearly held his breath in anticipation.

Not breaking eye contact, your tongue shot out from between your lips and licked a long, uninterrupted, wet stripe from the base to the tip of his dick.

“Oh Dios mio,” whispered David, and a switch flipped within you.

You were used to him conversing in occasional Spanish, but hearing him like this, made you hungry for more. With the singular goal of making him lose his inhibitions and let go in Spanish, you retreated your tongue back into your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

David’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he let out a groan.

Despite being with him for several months, his girth always surprised you, especially when he was in your mouth.

You took a deep breath, placed your hands on his thighs, and slowly started to bob your head.

“ Mi reina, eso se siente tan bien. Fuck, baby.”

You moaned around his cock and he involuntarily bucked into your mouth at the sensation.

“Nene, keep that up and I will come in no time,” he said placing his hands on your arms with the intention of bringing you to your feet.

“Hands off, Papi. Today is about you,  let me making you feel good.”

You wrapped your hands around his cock, moving them in a rhythmic motion. Your mouth joined the party and keeping a firm grip on him, your tongue softly assaulted the tip which had started forming beads of precum.

His hands gathered up the hair away from your face as he intently watched his dick disappear between your lips. He enjoyed the soft pressure of your palm, eliciting soft moans every time you squeezed a bit harder.

You were loving his hands in hair, steering you, dictating your speed ever so gently. You took a deep breath and sank deeper onto his cock, trying to get as much of his length as possible.

His tip hit the back of your throat and you faltered for a second and like a warm glove it tightened over his cock.

“Oh princesa,” he groaned. His breathing turned slightly erratic and he was slowly losing control.

His hips bucked of their own accord and he fucked your mouth hard and fast. You sat with your jaw slackened, giving him as much room to fuck you as you could.

He was close and you could feel it in the way his cock twitched in your mouth when he stopped for a second to give you time to breathe.

Frantic whispering of your name followed a string of Spanish expletives filled the room.  You let out a deep moan, his cock vibrating in its wake.

He pulled out of your mouth and rose to his feet. You turned to face him, to the sight of him vigorously pumping his cock.

You tilted your chin up and streak of warm liquid sprayed across your face. David gasped out and another streak painted your chin and your lips. A couple more shots later, he collapsed on the armchair and you reached for the tissues and mopped up your face.

He held a hand out and you grabbed it, curling in his lap.

“Mi alma, mi Corazon, he said as he kissed your forehead, “ gracias, preciosa.”

You hummed out a smile, a feeling drowsiness washing over you. You snuggled further into him and promptly fell asleep, the last thing you registered was a chuckle from your beloved David.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

diego stutter hcs?:D

A/N: I actually made two drabbles in which he stutters. You can read them here, if you want to. This is with a bit of angst X. And this one is just fluff X.

After Diego met you, his stuttering decreased

At first, he was afraid and ashamed to tell you thinking that you might leave him

After consulting his mother and Alison, he gathered the courage to tell you

-“I’m glad you told me. I would never leave a man for such a reason. What kind of shallow woman would I be?”.

-“Really? You’re okay with this?” He was unsure.

-“Yes of course. Why would I not be? Besides, the reason for me to ever leave you would be more serious than that. Like stealing my food from the fridge” you joked.

-“I love you. You’re the best. And I’ll try not to steal your food” he chuckled.

From time to time, he’d stutter amd you’re the only one that can make it go away other than his mother

You'd either encourage him, say nice things to him, make him laugh or calm him down by making him close his eyes and listen to your voice.

When you argue and he raises his voice, he’d stutter immediately after that

When he’s nervous, afraid, sad or has hurt you in anyway, he’d stutter

- for example when he went down on one knee and asked you to marry him.

Tags: @blathena @shymagicsworld @steeeeverogers

[badsext]

Sunshine and Possibilities: Diego x Reader x Klaus

This one is for @chipster-21 💜 Sorry it took me so long. I hope you like it. Special thank you to @moorehollandplz for helping me with plot stuff!!! 🤗

Author’s Note: Since the show takes place in a world without cellphones and internet, I thought it would be interesting to stay true to that for this fic. Reader has an old-timey phone and answering machine.

Warnings: Just fluff, a tiny bit of blood, and maybe a naughty word or two. ————————————————————

Your job at the pharmacy is good for people watching. You have the quirky old regulars coming in to pick up their blood pressure meds and insulin, couples buying cheap candy to sneak into the movie theater down the street, rushed people buying last minute gifts and greeting cards, anxious people buying condoms or pregnancy tests, and some just seeking something over the counter for their cold, flu, allergies, etc.

You are changing the receipt tape, a task that always takes a bit longer than you need it to, when someone steps into your peripheral vision.

“I’ll be with you in a second.”

“Ok, no problem. Take your time.”

You look up, closing the lid on the printer. He is really cute, hispanic, nice body, handsome face and a scar on the side of his head that looks like it just missed his ear. He is dressed all in black and his arms are filled with first aid supplies: peroxide, gauze and antibiotic ointment.

“Wow, look at all this. Did someone get shot or something?”

He is quiet, staring at you. It was only a joke. Maybe you offended him. You should have learned by now not to make embarrassing comments. Ugh, why can’t I keep my mouth shut, you think to yourself. That’s when you notice a drop of blood on the counter, then another. They appeared to be coming out of the man’s sleeve.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?”

“Oh!” He looks down and notices the blood for himself. “You got some paper towels back there?”

You tear several off the roll and hand them to him.

He wipes the blood off the counter, then holds the wad of towels up to the part of his sleeve that is dripping. “It’s just a scratch.” He can tell by your expression that he failed to convince you. “Occupational hazard. I’m fine with blood. It’s just needles I can’t stand.”

“Are you a cop?”

“Not exactly.”

“A criminal? Is that why you’re bandaging yourself?”

“You’re full of nosy questions.” He says with a grin. “Not a cop, not a criminal…I’m Diego. What’s your name?”

You respond in a daze, lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. How about you give me your number before I bleed out here.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You write it out on the back of his receipt.

“I’ll call you!” He kisses the receipt then flies out the door.

You can’t keep the smile off your face, even through the monotony of the next few hours, customers shuffling in and out: the diabetics, the candy smugglers, the gifters, and the snifflers, all like clockwork. Your mind keeps wandering back to Diego.

That’s why it catches you off guard, the strange man making a scene with the pharmacist. From what you can gather, he is trying to pass off a bogus prescription for pain meds. The pharmacist is trained to look for this. When you are caught it is best to go quietly, but this guy is being very dramatic about it.

“Fine, I’ll just have to take my business elsewhere!,” he exclaims. Then he turns with a flourish, his long coat flaring out around him. You are watching all this from the other end of the pharmacy. Then he starts walking toward you. The more he comes into focus the more you realize how attractive he is.

He begins lining his pockets with candy and snacks, looking deviously in your direction. He teases you with each item he plans to steal, bringing a finger to his lips to keep you quiet. You struggle to hold back your laughter. He winks and heads out the door with his coat bulging and making crinkling noises. Your manager runs up to the register a few seconds too late. When he asks you if you saw anything you just shrug.

That was a very odd chain of events, you think as you drive home. Your roommate will, of course, be staying at her boyfriend’s place again so you have the apartment to yourself. You order lo mein from your favorite Chinese takeout and play your voicemail as soon as you get home just in case. There are no messages from Diego, but it’s just as well. He probably doesn’t want to sound too eager. You have a few drinks and fall asleep in front of the TV.

———–Meanwhile, at the Hargreeves Mansion———–

“You gotta just do it. Rip it off like a band-aid.” Klaus mimes the action for emphasis.

“You know I’m not good on the phone. Sh-sh-she’ll hear m-m-my stutter. I wish I’d asked her out right then and there.” Diego tilts his head back in frustration.

“Well, man you’re gonna just have to relax. Do you want some weed?”

“No, man. I don’t put that shit in my body.”

“Chamomile tea? Guided meditation? Aromatherapy?” Diego’s face remains skeptical with each suggestion. “Okay, what do you do to relax?”

Diego thinks for a moment. “I hit stuff.”

Klaus grabs a pillow from Diego’s bed and holds it flat against his stomach. “Punch me in the gut.”

“No, man.”

“Come on, tough guy. Show me what you got.” Diego rolls his eyes and hits him square in the middle of the pillow. Klaus staggers back. “Damn, Diego.”

“You ready to call now?”

“Yeah, actually. I think I am. Thanks, man.”

Klaus tosses the pillow and groans. He leaves the room clutching his stomach. “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

————-Back at your apartment—————

The phone wakes you out of a dream. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. This is Diego. We met at the pharmacy yesterday.”

You block the receiver to clear the sleep out of your throat. “Oh, yeah. What’s up? How’s your arm?”

“The arm is…fine. How do you feel about a date…with me?”

You block the receiver again, this time to temper your excitement. “Sure. When were you thinking?”

“Wanna get some coffee on Saturday at 11:00? I know a doughnut place with decent coffee.”

“Griddy’s. Yeah, I know the place. I’ll meet you there.”

“So, it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

It fells good to have something official, something to justify your optimism. You go back to bed with sweet dreams. Tomorrow will be Thursday. Only two more days until your date with sexy and mysterious Diego.

For the next few days it’s hard to focus at work. It’s April and all the flowers and bunnies and bright, happy imagery only highlight your good mood. You are restocking all the shelves where that wacko shoplifted a third of the stores peanut butter cups and cheese curls. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. It’s him. The wacko. Gone is his long black coat. He wears a colorful sleeveless shirt. He is surprisingly fit with arms tattooed. In his hand he holds one of those chocolate roses from aisle four.

You look at him quizzically. “You’re back.”

“Yep. I forgot something…Y/N.” He says, reading your name tag.

“You forgot to steal that chocolate rose?”

“No. I’ve got cash.” He reaches into his pocket for two wadded up bills. You ring him up for the purchase. He is staring at you. His green eyes sparkle.

“You need a bag?”

“Nope.” You try to hand him the rose. A few seconds pass and he hasn’t moved.

“So what was it you forgot?”

“Sorry, you’re so cute, I lost my train of thought. I came back to see if you’d like to hang out. My name’s Klaus. He leans forward and kisses your hand. "And that’s for you.” He motions to the rose in your hand. You smile and blush at the gesture.

“Yeah, okay. I’d like to…hang out.”

“Saturday…early…Say 11:00?”

“Sure.”

“You like doughnuts?”

“Yeah.”

“Saturday - 11:00 - Griddy’s doughnuts!” Then in a flash, just as before, he is gone.

The bell on the door brings you back to reality. ‘Saturday 11:00 at Griddy’s’ - Why did that sound so familiar? “Oh, fuck!,” you realize aloud. Then you peel the red foil off the chocolate rose, snatching the whole thing off the plastic stem in one giant bite.

That night you can’t sleep. You think of calling one them to cancel, but it is impossible to choose and even if you could, you didn’t get either of their numbers, not even a last name to look them up. You’ll just have to face the music in the morning.

You dress for the best case scenario, wearing your favorite sundress, the blue one with tiny white flowers on it. You put your hair up so you can let it down at some point in the date…assuming there is going to be a date. It’s your secret weapon, guaranteed to kick things up a notch.

When you arrive, your eyes find Diego sitting alone at a table, flagging you down. He gets up to greet you. Klaus walks in the door a split second later. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.” Diego comes near. You watch his expression change as he spots Klaus over your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” The boys shout simultaneously.

“She’s my date.” Diego confirms.

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

“He’s my brother.” They grumble in unison. Suddenly aware of the scene you are making, you shush them and get them to sit down.

The waitress comes over to your table. “Hi, I’m Agnes, can I get your -”

“Wait, sorry, Agnes.” Diego turns to Klaus. “Is this the girl you were calling Wednesday night?” Klaus is incredulous.

“I’ll just give you folks a few minutes to decide.” Agnes says, walking away.

“Yes, we met at the pharmacy. I went to get first aid supplies for my arm. Tell him, Y/N.”

“That’s right.” You reply awkwardly.

“Wait a minute.” Klaus looks at you. WE met at the pharmacy on…I’m not great at remembering what day it is, but I think it was Wednesday.“

"Yep.” You cringe.

All eyes are on you now. Your cheeks are red with embarrassment.

“You met both of us on the same day.” Diego throws up his hands.

“When did Klaus ask you out?”

“Yes…ter…day - but that’s really not relevant here.” You hate the idea of them fighting. They both look so disappointed. And honestly, you don’t know who you like better, they are both so different. Then a risky thought suddenly pops into your head. Now is no time to be shy, you have two gorgeous boys vying for your company.

You get up, take a deep breath, and let your hair down. “It’s a beautiful day out there, boys! Let’s not waste it.” Klaus and Diego look at each other and after some consideration, stand up and follow you out the door. You hook arms with Klaus on one side and Diego on the other. The three of you walk off into the sunshine and a world of possibilities.

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[valwrite]

Who Val writes for.

This blog post has been created for anyone who may be curious about who exactly I write any form of fanfiction about. The list will likely change and grow over time as my preferences and sense of comfort when writing about certain people change.

Disclaimer: This list is not the only people I am willing to write for, simply just who I will write about at my own volition. I’m still willing to take requests for people not on this list but I might deny it if I don’t feel comfortable writing for them. Please note that I will 100% not write about anyone below the age of 18.

Without further ado, here is the list of who I write for (in alphabetical order):

Andre Layton (Snowpiercer Character)

Anthony Mackie (Actor)

Bucky Barnes (MCU Character)

Chris Evans (Actor)

Daveed Diggs (Actor/Musician)

David Castañeda (Actor)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy Character)

Finn (Star Wars Character)

Jefferson, the Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time Character)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer Character)

Loki Odinson (MCU Character)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars Character)

Sam Wilson (MCU Character)

Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Steve Rogers (MCU Character)

Thor Odinson (MCU Character)

Tom Hiddleston (Actor)

Tony Stark (MCU Character)

[theblobmaster]

what does it say about robert and david's chemistry that 90% of all kliego fics are kinky smut fics?

[otherworldlyrps]

this is probably a long shot but i would love to play my andy biersack muse in an mxm against a david castañeda or someone similar. i would love love some angst, some fluff, some spice, maybe some opposite dynamics, i don’t know i just want some more mxm in my life at this point sdhjfhsk

[oscarisaacsspit]

i like shiny things but i’d marry you with…💕

[diegoh4rgreeves]

Film Festival

Request:  hiii could i request a david castañeda fic? i don’t have a storyline but just something that has a lil fluff and a lOt of smut, with david teasing the reader in spanish, and something involving his tattoos? if it’s not too much too ask 🤧 - @rubych568

Story Summary: David Castañeda and Reader binge-watch some films at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF). They are a happy couple going 6 months strong. They build their way up to making love at the end of the day, and speak to his mother on the phone.

Pairing: David Castañeda x TUA Crew Member

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 1,047 words

Warning(s): Fluff, smut

A/N: This one is rushed because I’ve been putting off requests for a while. I got caught up on some heartbreak IRL. Now though, I’m trying to remember how much I love TUA and the cast, especially Diego and David, so thank you all for boosting me to get a move on with this lol! I hope you enjoy this after my slump.

Also, I didn’t make David tease the reader in Spanish because I’m not Hispanic/Latinx and I don’t speak fluent Spanish haha.

The theatre is grand. The room is large and it's full. The screen is humungous and the volume from the film is loud and clear. Despite the extravagance of the room, it is so easy to focus on your man, David Castañeda. He is so handsome with his square-shaped face, excessive and dark facial hair, and long hair that resembles Jason Momoa's. You've been at the theatre all day just watching films together. It's TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival) this week. David and you escape fans in downtown by holing yourselves up at the theatre for the day.

And not only are you escaping fan encounters to mentally and emotionally prepare for, you catch up on your affections for each other. For the first film, you two exchanged a kiss during the credits. His lips are so soft and taste of musk, and a little bit of scotch after your day drinking before coming to the theatre. For the second film, you kiss a little longer at the beginning of the movie. He holds you and you can smell his cologne more distinctly than you did earlier as one of your hands holds his chest. During the third film, your hand accidentally hits his crotch as you were trying to use the arm rest. You gasp and profusely apologise to him. He blushes and says that's okay. You look down at his crotch and see a bump in his pants... You guffaw and he shushes you. He leans in and whispers to you, "I just can't help it. I need you right now..." You shush him this time. "David! People can hear us." He smirks and looks back at the movie, and tells you to watch the movie, as if he never said anything scandulous to you. One of the things you love about him is how mischevious and challenging he is.

David and you had a goal to watch 4 films today. You exchange more kisses during the third one though, and you whisper to each other and agree to leave after this one.

When everyone claps for the third movie, David and you rush out and order an Uber. You politely say hello to the Uber driver and can't help but to kiss each other at the back of the car. You get to your hotel and you grope his crotch in your elevator on the way to your room. He lets out a moan and he says your name. You never thought that'd ever happen. He's a quiet fuck. Even when he's coming, he just closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

In your hotel room, you push him to the bed. He's amazed over your aggression, in the best way possible. You're usually receptive to his antics in making love. Tonight though, you're the boss, and he doesn't wanna say anything to make you lose your groove.

He lies on the bed and watches to see what you're going to do next. His mouth hangs open and he eyes you up and down as you stare him down with a seductive look and slowly strip for him. Your matching lingerie is displayed for him. He restrains himself from jerking off as he can feel his hard-on. "You are so beautiful..." he utters.

You smile and do a little dance for him, and shake your booty in his direction. "Do you like my lingerie!?"

He smirks and eyes your cute little bum. "Yeah... yeah, I do. It matches!"

"I got it just for you..." You giggle and moan as you make your way to him on the bed. He lays himself against the headboard, and you straddle his lap. "Let me see those tattoos..." You command.

He smiles devilishly and takes off his blazer and white shirt. You lay your hands on his chest as he then unbuckles his belt and tells you to lift yourself a few inches up from him for a minute. His pants make it down to his ankles. He then tells you to pass him a condom from the night drawer. You tease him over keeping the condoms in the drawer of the hotel. He smiles as he carefully puts it on himself.

 He pulls you back close to him from the small of your back. You smile and moan as he teases you with the tip of his cock. You lean in and whisper, "I love your cock, David..."

"Yeah?" He responds. "Why don't you hop on it then?"

You smirk and gasp as he suddenly pushes himself inside you. "Yeah, I like that..."

He smiles proudly as he thrusts from the bottom. You get so into it that you start to move for him, and he holds your hips to keep you balanced on top of him. The headboard rocks back and forth on the walls. You can hear the knocks but choose not to listen to it. You forget about your hotel neighbours as David and you moan each other's names and have a firm grip on each other's hot and sweaty bodies.

Suddenly, he lets out a loud groan, and you stop thrusting as your private gets wetter and tingles.

You pull out of him. He sighs, and you take deep breaths to collect yourself after this sexual high.

You lie on the bed next to him. You look over at each other, and laugh. "What the fuck was that!?" He laughs.

"Probably the best sex of my life..." You blush.

He grins and leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. "You are just the cutest thing ever..." He pulls you in for a cuddle before his phone starts to ring.

He picks his phone up from the drawer on his side of the bed. The caller ID reads, Mom. He lets you know who's calling and he asks if you'd like to speak to her too. You beam up and say yes of course. You've met David's mother before. You've been with David for 6 months now, and you've met his mother before. You went to visit LA with him and you bonded with his family in the summer.

Your night ends with talking to his mother on the phone, and the two of you knocking out on your hotel bed.

[maladaptivedaydreamerinprogress]

Hey... you!

18+ BLOG, I'M WARNING YOU

I ENCOURAGE YOU to check out the author's blog, all of them are insanely great and mind-blowing writers.

You'll find headcannons, drabbles, one shots, and masterlists (All of them or mostly are x reader)

The tags are basically "dark character or actor smut, angst, fluff" (ngl mostly are smut)

If you don't know in what mood you are for reading you can type "masterlist" to explore options :)

Sebastian Stan +

Lance Tucker

Charles Blackwood

Bucky Barnes

Lee Boedecker

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Chris Evans +

Steve Rogers

Ransom Drysdale

Andy Barber

Lloyd Hansen

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler (occasionally)

Tom Holland +

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Henry Cavill +

Mainly August Walker

Sherlock Holmes

occasionally other characters

David Castañeda +

Diego Hargreeves

Oscar Isaac +

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Stucky

Druig

Harry Styles

[anythingbutmar]

Runway show

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Diego knows exactly how to comfort you after your insecurities stop you from buying new clothes.

A/N: I felt so nice about myself writing this so I hope you feel the same when you read it! Love yourselves the way you love this fictional man!

Warnings: body image issues, self deprecation, me not knowing a thing about fashion.

“I expect a whole ass runway show!” Diego announced as he heard the front door open. “You took too long babe, I missed you.” He came from the kitchen wearing a cheesy apron and it almost cheered you up.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I didn’t like anything.” You sighed after giving him a peck on the lips.

“Y/N... Tell me the truth, I can see there’s something else.”

“Fine, I didn’t like anything on me.” You sat on the couch embracing your legs. “Every jean just made my legs look skinnier like a chicken, every top made me look fat and every dress made me feel like a surfing board.”

Diego left the apron on the table and sat beside you, putting his arms around your shoulders.

“Who am I kidding? It’s not that the clothes made me that way, it’s just me. I don’t even understand my body, it’s like sometimes it’s too curvy and sometimes it’s too small, how can you even like that?” Your head started filling with more and more nasty thoughts about yourself and you knew you had to push them away, Diego loved you with all your imperfections, but what if he didn’t?

“Baby I love everything about you because you’re absolutely gorgeous! Everyone has different bodies and we all look different with the same piece of clothing. Your body is unique and it’s my favorite one in the entire world.” He proceeded to kiss your entire face until it made you laugh. “Not that you need me for validation, but next time let’s go shopping together so I can praise you the way you deserve.”

“That sounds nice.” You whispered against his neck, already feeling safer with him.

“How about this? You’re gonna go to our closet and pick your favorite outfits and then we will actually go all Tyra Banks, you’ll model and I’ll compliment you.”

“Only if you wear that apron again.”

“Deal.”

You hated messing up your closet but your boyfriend was right, maybe you needed that, so you threw all your favorite things on the bed and combined them into things you liked. You took a jean skirt and a striped cropped hoodie with some black thigh high boots. And strived to the living room with the confidence of a real model, knowing only Diego could make you feel like that.

“Damn baby! Come here, pose a little.” You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips, sending him a kiss. “Alright, alright, I see you’re trying to flirt with the judges and it’s definitely working because I just fell in love wow.”

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed.

“I’m loving how sexy your legs look with those boots, like Ariana Grande, and I think stripes are in right now so good choice!” You couldn’t stop laughing at his attempt on professional flattering.

“Alright silly, I’m gonna go change.” You threw your clothes everywhere in the room, now choosing some black high waisted jeans and a red, lacy see-through shirt with a black bra underneath and red sneakers. This time you even painted your lips red, you truly loved how it looked on you and you knew Diego did too.

Once again, you pictured your hallway as a real runway from a Victoria’s Secret fashion show and you walked swaying your hips, winking once you were in front of your boyfriend.

“Yes, give me that smize! Wow, I’m loving this attitude!”

“You seem to know a lot about America’s Next Top Model, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What can I say? I enjoy the drama sometimes.” He smiled playfully. “So I see red’s definitely your color, if I wasn’t a professional judge I’d just kiss those lips a million times! I’m also loving that shirt, it’s...” He stared at your boobs as if he wanted to remove the shirt instead of compliment it. “Elegant! Yes, it’s very elegant.”

You just kept laughing until you went breathless and you couldn’t resist it anymore, you sat on his lap and kissed him deeply, holding him as close as you could. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Me? I should thank you for letting me look at this masterpiece.” He said, giving your thigh a light squeeze. “Now come on baby give me one more.”

You stood up and walked to your room in the most seductive way you could, knowing he would be staring all the way.

“Now you’re gonna have to strip for me like Christina Aguilera after this!” He shouted, making you chuckle.

“You also know Burlesque?” You asked as you started changing.

“Oh so what Y/N? Men can’t like nice things now?” He teased.

“Of course they can, I just always took you for a die hard and football kind of guy.”

“Well looks can be deceiving, now get your ass out here so I can finish cooking.”

You looked in the mirror one last time, finally feeling great about yourself. You wore a royal blue dress that exposed your shoulders and accentuated your hips and a pair of heeled boots that made you look taller, which you enjoyed.

For the last time you stood before the door and modeled like your life depended on it, even twirling in the end.

“Wow, I’m... speechless.” He simply stated.

“Babe!” You pouted.

“It’s the truth! You look like a goddess Y/N!” He stood from the couch and took your hand to kiss it before twirling you around again. “So, do you want to take this cute little dress to the bedroom?”

“Absolutely I do.” You smiled before he carried you there like a princess, closing the door behind him.

[chyteawrites]

Torn: Chapter 15 - Epilogue

Story Summary: You start work as a make-up artist for The Umbrella Academy and meet two of the most handsome people you’ve ever worked with, both of them vying for your attention.

Chapter Summary: As life settles down since you and David have moved in together, there are a couple surprises in store.

Chapter 15/15

Word Count: 540

Pairing: David Castañeda x Reader

Warnings: Too many fluff?

A/N: And that’s all folks! Thank you so much for the love you’ve all shown me throughout this story. We’ll see what the future holds ;) 

Tags: @superapplepie @diianawonka @spacearttraveler @ynm1505 @stardust181 @loulouloueh @reblogserpent @karlitabi-rrito @wh3n-1t-ra1ns-1t-p0urs @berrygutz @bunniegrrl @dpaccione 

After filming wrapped, David went back to L.A. and I went back to New York to pack my things. I flew back and moved in with him. I’d started working the job I had lined up, but thankfully I got to come home to his smiling face every day.

Months passed and David had to start doing press for the show. His interviews with Robert and Cameron instantly became fan favorites. After the show premiered and press was finish, it left us with down time. I couldn’t have been happier with how my life was going. David and I sat in bed, eating snacks as a comedy special played as background noise. Out of nowhere his phone dinged with a text message.

“Who’s that?” I asked, grabbing a chip.

“Robbie. He said I need to check my email.” He muttered and pulled up his emails. “Oh my god! Mi dios!” He shouted and jumped up, his smile wide.

“What? What’s happening?” I asked, my eyes wide as I looked at him.

“You ready to go back to work in a couple months?” He looked down at me with a huge grin.

“Did we get another season?!” I exclaimed and jumped up. He nodded before taking me into his arms and spinning me around, mumbling in Spanish.

“Wait. I need to go get something.” David whispered and motioned for me to stay where I was. I watched him go to the table on his side of the bed and heard him shuffle through it, a gasp escaping his lips as he must have found what he was searching for.

“Alright, mi cariña. I need you to close your eyes.” He chuckled as his all too familiar footsteps treaded closer. I closed my eyes with a nervous smile and shuffled my feet.

“Can I open them now?” I asked and folded my arms after a couple minutes of waiting.

“Yes, you can.” He finally said with a surprisingly loving tone, different from his previously rushed voice. I opened my eyes to see him in front of me, one knee on the ground.

“David, what in the hell are you doing down there?” I asked, trying to mask the sheer nervousness I felt coursing through my body. My heart was beating a million miles an hour and my palms were sweating.

“Mi cariña. The second I met you, I knew I wanted you. I wanted you as a friend. I wanted you as my makeup artist. I wanted to feel your body against mine. I wanted you.” David started, looking up at me with those chocolate brown eyes.

“And now there’s one more thing I want to ask you. Will you, my love, marry me?” He finished, looking up with a twinkle in his eyes.

“David, I…” I stammered, my eyes welling with tears as he held out a simple yet elegant diamond ring.

“I know this is so sudden.” He whispered.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me. Of course I’ll marry you!” I laughed and watched him slip the ring on my finger.

“I love you so much.” David whispered after he kissed me.

“I love you too.” I cooed as we went back to the bed, his lips never leaving mine.