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Nightwing | Diego Hargreeves/reader

Word Count : 4k Summary : You try to keep Diego Hargreeves off your mind, especially after your break up. But after he breaks into your apartment begging you to patch him up. All the good and bad memories come flooding back. (this is my first time writing for Diego so please be nice) Warnings/tags : Smut, cursing, hospital setting, reader is a nurse, mentions of blood, wounds, and bullets. (I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters)

You rubbed your eyes, getting used to the darkness your bedroom was shrouded in. Bleary eyed you reached blindly for the vibrating phone on your nightstand, the culprit for so rudely waking you up. You groaned, slamming your phone back down as you read the contact name.

The words Do Not Answer, glowed on your Lock Screen in the dim lit room. Diego Hargreeves.

It was too fucking late for him to be calling you. There was no way you’d be playing nurse for him anymore, especially on one of your only nights off.

Instead you sat awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling while your phone finally stopped buzzing. Well at least he was smart enough not to call you back. Accepting the fact that you would not be falling back asleep you got up. Slipping your feet into your fuzzy slippers you padded down the hall into your kitchen. You flipped on the overhead oven light, before grabbing your bread bag. You popped two pieces of bread in your toaster. You leaned up against your counter trying to get a certain Hargreeves off your mind. This whole situation started a little over a year ago, on one of your shifts.

You leaned against the cool brick wall of the hospital, the cold air seeping through your scrubs. You rubbed your arms, trying to warm up. You had forgotten your coat before going on your break and you knew the second you stepped back in the break room you’d get a call.

So here you were, freezing your ass off behind the back of the hospital. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, swiping through Facebook. Not that anyone was posting anything, after all it was close to 2am. You let out a deep breath, watching your hot breath drift up in front of your face. You chuckled to yourself, puffing out hot air.

“What are you 10?” A deep voice groaned from your left. You jumped, your hand covering your wildly beating heart.

“I don’t have any money,” You said quickly, raising your hands, “please I’m on my break. I don’t even have my freaking coat.” You said nervously, backing up against the wall.

“I’m not gonna rob you.” The man said as he limped out into the light. He was obviously hurt, his hand pressing against his side. Blood stained his hand, as he gave you a sideways smile.

“Damn it.” You sighed, before you rushed towards him. “You know there’s an emergency room for a reason right?” You said as you started to pull his sweater up, slowly unsticking it from his skin. He hissed, squeezing his eyes close.

“Yeah, well I’m trying to keep a low profile.” He grunted, shifting to offer you a better angle for looking at the wound in his side.

“What’s with the mask, nightwing?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked over the wound. He let out a laugh before taking a sharp inhale as your fingers grazed the bullet hole. “Well you’re in luck, it’s only a graze. Although it looks like a bullet wound, want to explain that?” You said sitting back on your heels.

“Like I said, low profile.” He smirked again, you only shook your head.

“Well, there isn’t much I can do out here under these lights.” You said pointing above you, “Lucky for you I can get you in the back, all low profile like.” You teased getting to your feet.

“My hero.” You turned toward the back door, pulling out your keycard. You swiped your keycard, the red light turning green. You pushed open the door, waving the man in.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” You said walking him down the hall, you pulled over a spare bed, patting it.

“Nice to meet you.” He groaned as he sat down on the bed. You peeled his sweater off of his side, he grabbed it holding it up for you.

“Alright you stay here, and I’ll be right back.” You said giving him a small smile before running to get your gloves, needles, surgical thread, and some antiseptic. You ran back, narrowly avoiding your coworkers.

“There you are doc,” He said leaning back, he was lucky he didn’t get a straight gut shot.

“Just a nurse.” You reminded him with a smile. You began laying out your tools, he took in a sharp breath turning his head. “Hey, are you alright?” You asked, laying your hand on his shoulder.

“Yep. Yep. Just uh-“ He shook his head, “can’t do needles.” Your furrowed your brows.

“So a bullet wound is just fine but needles are the shit that freaks you out?” You said as you began to clean the graze. He hissed again, his hard body tensing under your fingers.

“Does that ruin the whole mysterious vigilante thing?” He asked, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, you’re still very cool and mysterious.” You chuckled as you began to suture his wound. He barely moved under your hands, only wincing now and again. Once you were finished you took off your gloves, throwing them away in the trash. You patted his leg, “Alright nightwing, you’re all done. But you’ll have to come back to get your stitches taken out.” He nodded getting off of the bed.

“Thank you,” He smiled at you as you walked him to the back door.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled as well, pushing open the door. He stepped into the cold air, “Come back in two weeks, alright?” You called after him.

“Whatever you say doc.” He said walking into the darkness.

After that night you would normally see Mr. Vigilante whenever he had an injury he couldn’t just put a bandaid over and call it good. He always seemed to take care of them once you had patched him up.

“I came here the other night.” He said as you tied off a new cut on his calf, “You must not have been working. Had to go crawling to my mom.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Probably gave her a heart attack.” You said, raising your eyebrows, “Is she a nurse?” You asked standing up.

“Um,” He paused, choosing his next words carefully, “no, but she used to patch me up when I was a kid.” He shrugged, rolling his pant legs back down.

“Oh so this Evel Knievel stuff started long ago.” You laughed putting your hands on your hips.

“You could say that.” He smirked, nodding his head. You fought with yourself for a moment, if you weren’t working you were at home. You could always give him your number. A quick text would let him know if you were working or not. But then you’d also be telling him your address if you weren’t working. Telling him your address wasn’t like giving him a key. He could just stop by your place if you weren’t working, to avoid giving his poor mother a heart attack.

“You know, you could always text me to see if I'm working or not. It would save you a trip if I wasn’t.” You said looking down at your white sneakers.

“A little forward, don’t you think?” He chuckled, crossing his arms.

“Alright, just make sure you don’t bleed out before you reach your mommy’s house.” You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders as you turned away from him. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your forearm as he pulled you back to face him.

“Alright alright, you’ve twisted my arm. Give me your phone.” He said, rolling his eyes, his hand out in front of you.

“Talk about being forward.” You laughed while handing over your phone. He put his number in, while you stood in front of him. He handed it back to you, crossing his arms.

“Diego?” You asked, reading his contact name.

“Can’t have you calling me nightwing anymore.” He shrugged as he got to his feet. You walked him to the back door, as you always did. Watching as he walked away from the hospital.

“I’ll see you Diego.” You called, his name rolling off your tongue.

“See ya, doc.” He called over his shoulder before being enveloped by the darkness.

You jumped slightly as your toast popped out of the toaster. You set the bread down on your plate, slathering them with butter. You walked into your living room, plopping down on your leather couch.

There was a knock on your window, you groaned. That asshole wouldn’t come here. You stood up turning to your window, only to be face to face with Diego. His mask was gone, and his lip was bloody. He pointed down at the lock on the window, mouthing please through the glass.

You stomped over to the window, flipping the lock before you pulled up open the window.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve coming here.” You huffed, clenching your fists at your sides.

“C’mon baby.” He whispered, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Don’t.” You hissed, shaking your head. “Just get inside before someone sees you.” You said walking back into your kitchen. He followed you like a lost puppy, hanging his head as he leaned on your kitchen counter.

You hated how well he fit in your home. Like he still belonged here, even after everything he had said.

Pushing those thoughts away you pulled your first aid kit out from under the sink. Laying out your tools on the counter next to Diego.

“What is it, other than that busted lip.” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“You weren’t answering my calls” He said looking up at you through his full eyelashes.

“Why would I?” You said turning away from him. Having him in your kitchen was almost too painful, bringing back too many good memories.

Your phone buzzed next to you, you picked it up reading Diego’s text message.

You jumped up from your couch rushing to grab your medical kit. It was a normal occurrence for him to come crashing into your apartment late at night. Only for you to patch him up under your kitchen lights. You started laying your tools out on your kitchen counter. Before you rushed over to your sink, washing your hands and your upper arms.

Diego crashed through your window, landing on the rug below it. He slowly got to his feet as you rushed to meet him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, your heart beating out of your chest. He raised his head, his eyebrows were knitted together as he put a hand over his chest. “Diego what is it?” Your anxiety was through the roof, he was never this quiet. Although you couldn’t see any obvious injuries.

“Doc,” He started, his warm hand enveloping your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat as his other hand tilted your chin up.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“It’s my heart, doc.” He said, a grin spreading across his face, “You gotta fix it for me.” You searched his face, your furrowed eyebrows relaxing as you snorted.

“How long have you been waiting to use that one?” You laughed, your anxiety leaving your body through your giggles.

“A while actually.” He chuckled, cupping your face. His eyes searched for any resistance to his advances. You raised your hand, softly tracing over his scar. You could now cross that off your bucket list. You breathed in each other’s essence in your small kitchen, your slippers scuffing against the linoleum floor.

“Are you gonna fix it?” He whispered, even though it was only you two.

“What?” You asked as his hands moved from your face to your hips.

“My heart?” He said a coy smile on his face. You pulled him into a kiss, your fingers threading through his hair. His lips were soft against yours, softer than you imagined and so warm. You could feel him smile into the kiss, you could almost curl your toes at the sensation. You pulled away staring into his deep brown eyes.

“How’d you rate the pain?” You asked, laying your hand over his heart.

“I think I need some more medicine, doc.” He said nosing against your cheek, laying a kiss against the corner of your lips.

“I think I can do that.” You chuckled, pulling him into another kiss. You tugged lightly on his hair, pulling a groan out of him. You slowly walked backwards, pulling him along with you. Diego followed you into your bedroom, your legs collided with your bed. You fell back, Diego caging you between his arms. You moved your hands under his sweater, feeling his lean abs under your fingers. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head discarding it behind him. You traced over his scars, studying his body without having to patch him up.

“Hey, my turn.” He smirked, pinning your wrists above your head. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your breasts. You shivered as the cold air hit your chest, your nipples hardening. He flashed you a devilish smile before taking one of your tits in his mouth. He sucked and nipped, while his other hand pinched your nipple. You bucked against his mouth, squirming under his grasp.

He pulled back, tugging your shirt over your head. You shimmied out of your cotton shorts and panties. Leaving yourself completely bare under him.

“Hello nurse.” He grinned, taking in your body. He ran his hands down your hips before swiping his finger through your folds. He slowly pushed a finger inside you, chuckling as you let out a moan. He started pumping his digits, curling them inside. You whined as he pulled them out, he moaned as he sucked them clean. He stood up, kicking off his pants and underwear before joining you on the bed.

He fisted his cock in his hand, pumping his shaft a couple times before lining the head up with your opening. He looked up at you before slowly pushing in. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his soft flesh. He didn’t seem to mind as his eyes rolled back into his head as he bottomed out. He was bigger than you imagined, his tip all but kissing your cervix.

“Move Diego please.” You whined, blinking away the tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. He grinned before he started moving his hips. He began a slow grind into your cunt, his pubic hair rubbing against your clit. Going slow enough to get you teetering on the edge, his mouth attached to neck. “Please Diego!” You cried, wrapping your legs around his hips trying to get more friction between the two of you.

“What do you want, baby?” He chuckled darkly, you could feel it through his chest more than you could hear it.

“More, please” You whined. He suddenly snapped his hips against yours, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. It was enough to cause your orgasm to come crashing down. You spasmed against him, your body going limp as you swore you saw white. A constant mantra of Diego’s name fell out of your mouth as he pounded into you. A bead of sweat fell from his chest down the valley of your breasts.

His thrusts started getting sloppy as he tightened his grip on your hips, pulling them against his own. He let out a groan as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you as his cock twitched. He fell on top of you, breathing hard against your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, breathing him in.

“How’s your heart?” You asked, he chuckled before propping himself up on his arm.

“Never better, doc.”

Since that night you were inseparable, if you weren’t at work you were with him. Whether that be at your place or his. The last eight months were the best of your life. You were utterly content with your relationship with Diego, you should have known something would go wrong.

You headed into the gym, balancing your takeout boxes as you walked down the hall to Diego’s place. It was late, and you had just gotten off a long shift. You were looking forward to eating some take out and watching shitty movies on his shitty couch. Instead, you could hear arguing coming from the other side of his door.

“Absolutely not, now you need to leave before she gets here.” Diego said from the other side of the door.

“Who is this mystery woman you’re always talking about? ‘Oh Klaus, no you can’t meet her.’ ‘She’s different than the others.’ Blah, blah, blah. Just put on your big girl panties and introduce me!” The man replied.

“No way. Now let’s go.” The door opened in front of you, you were face to face with Diego and another man. He had short curly brown hair, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he had the prettiest green eyes you had ever seen.

“Y/n.” Diego’s face fell as he laid his eyes on you. The man beside him gasped as he turned back to Diego.

“Is this her?” He asked, a grin spreading across his face.

“Diego, who is this?” You asked, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“I’m Klaus, his brother.” Klaus said, sticking out his hand. You took it, giving him a warm smile. You didn’t know Diego had a brother.

“Oh! It’s nice to meet you!” You said before turning to look back at Diego. “Diego didn’t tell me he had a brother.”

“More like four.” Klaus scoffed, throwing an arm around Diego’s shoulder. Four brothers? “And not counting our two sisters.” Klaus added as you turned back to him with wide eyes. Six siblings that he had just forgotten to mention? Diego shrugged Klaus's arm off of his shoulder, glaring daggers at him.

“Well Klaus was just leaving.” Diego said, clenching his jaw.

“Diego.” You scolded.

“Oh well, you know how these Hargreeves are.” Klaus smiled turning to you, the closer he got you noticed how he reeked of alcohol. Although you felt extremely sober. Hargreeves. Like the umbrella academy, Hargreeves? Klaus walked back down the hall, talking to someone who wasn’t there.

“Hargreeves?” You asked, turning to look at him. He sighed looking down at the ground. “Like the umbrella academy, Hargreeves?” Diego turned and walked back inside his studio. Taking two stairs at a time to put as much distance between the two of you. You were hot on his heels, you set down the take out boxes before turning to face him. He had his arms crossed over his chest, looking off to the side. “Well?” You asked impatiently.

“Well it’s not like you asked!” He said his shoulders rising.

“What, next are you gonna tell me that the Alison Hargreeves is one of your sisters?” You laughed humorlessly. He bit his lip, turning away from you. “Unbelievable.” You said, shaking your head.

“You know this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.” He said suddenly turning on you, “Cause I knew you couldn’t handle it.”

“Oh I can handle it.” You scoffed taking a step away from him, “What I can’t handle is you keeping something like this from me. God I’m so stupid I should have put it together. All that vigilante shit.” You said rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Well now you know.” He huffed, clenching his jaw.

“That doesn’t make it any better! We’re supposed to tell each other everything.” You said throwing up your hands.

“Don’t give me that shit. You were perfectly fine being in the dark before this. You didn’t even ask for my name before you were inviting me over to your place.” He spit, a cocky smile on his lips.

“Diego, that's not fair.” You said, hating how your lower lip trembled.

“No, what's not fair is you expecting me to get down on one knee when we’ve known each other for what, a year? You want me to take you home to meet mom and pops?” A tear slipped down your cheek, you wanted to run. Backed in a corner while Diego paced. Your feet felt glued to the floor in a place you had thought of as your second home.

“Diego…” You said softly, blinking back your tears.

“You know maybe you should go.” He huffed, clenching his jaw. “I think this-“ he motioned between the two of you, “has gone on long enough anyway. It was never going to last.” He crossed his arms looking away from you. You felt your heart break in your chest. You swallowed thickly, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“If that’s what you want.” You said biting the inside of your cheek.

“It is.” He said, looking at the door and then back at you. You quickly turned, running up the stairs and out of the studio. You slammed the door behind you, your sneakers squeaking against the gym floor. You pushed open the metal door, speed walking to your car. Once inside you broke down, sobs wracking your body. You allowed yourself to feel everything, waiting until the tears had subsided before you turned on your car.

You were about a block away from your apartment when the anger hit.

And the anger had stayed, it was a poor mask for your pain, you knew that. You also knew if you weren’t angry you would break. That anger fueled you, it’s not your fault that Diego was afraid of commitment. Was part of this your fault, maybe. Maybe you should have demanded more from him before getting so deep.

Now he was here, asking for your help. A stupid busted lip that he could have taken care of himself.

“I wanted to apologize.” He said, making you stop in your tracks.

“Then do it.” You said coolly, crossing your arms.

“Look, I'm sorry.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I just- Klaus freaked me out and I just didn’t want you finding out about the umbrella academy from him.” He said leaning back on your counter.

“Well then maybe you should have told me sooner.” You snapped, glaring at him. “I never pushed you for anything Diego, never. I understand that the academy is a sore subject, but that’s not my fault.” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I know that-“ He said, holding up his hand. You raised your eyebrows, “You’re right. You’re always right.” He said, hanging his head. It did give you some satisfaction to see him all but begging on his knees for your forgiveness. But you needed more.

“No you’re right Diego,” his head shot up, his eyes meeting yours with a confused expression, “ I was fine with being in the dark. But I’m not fine with it anymore. I want your everything.” You said as you bit your lip, hugging your arms tight around your body.

“Shit- I want that too.” He stepped forward, his hand lightly touching your arm.

“Then stop being such a pussy.” You teased, a small smile pulling on your lips. He snickered, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, breathing him in. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, swaying slightly with you in his arms.

“Do you want to meet my mom?” He whispered, you pulled away looking at him.

“Are you sure?” You asked, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“You’re the one who said not to be a pussy.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“If you’re ready for that, then sure. I’d love to meet your mom.” You smiled, he leaned down softly kissing you. He pulled away with a hiss as soon as your lips touched.

“Forgot about that.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Let’s clean that lip first alright, nightwing?” You teased, lightly patting his chest.

“Whatever you say, doc.”

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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he’s just like me fr

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— 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.

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rosewantstowrite · 2 years

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Love light (Five Hargreeves x reader)

I have chapter one so I’ll post it right after this one.

This story is purely for those age regressers/littles who wonders what it’d be like if Five was a caretaker. There will be more than just age regression.

This story will include schizophrenia, ptsd, implied child abuse, self harm, trauma, childhood trauma, suicide attempt (the attempt is the at the fifth month of living with her abusive ex because he would constantly degrade her, make her feel worthless which kicks up her depression) suicidal thoughts, depression.

This is like an introduction to what is what in this story.

It’s going to be about the coping mechanism called age regression, which means the reader will go into a younger mind state.

In this story there won’t be sexual activities when the reader had age regress, because I don’t see five being the person to do that.

Why would they have that? From ptsd from their father, the abuse they endure in their childhood and from their last boyfriend/caregiver, to celebrate Elliot coming out as trans, in this story I’ll be using Viktor instead of vanya.

This story will cover sensitive topics like: abused, ptsd, depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, when the reader is in their 18 year old state of mind there’ll be eventual smut

Five is age up to 18 just so there’s no one thinking it’s gross

I’m not in any way sexualizing age regression since I myself use it to cope from my ptsd and trauma.

His name will weaver between five or daddy depending on what mindset that’s the reader is in

That’s it. If this isn’t your cup of tea then please leave, don’t post hateful things.

Now for Five’s rules for the reader, some might be sexual since it’s going to be romantic and we know how five is with his harmones in his teenager body, plus he can get sexual if he gets to that point.

So here’s his rules for the reader.

No touching yourself without daddy’s permission

Don’t talk back to daddy

Don’t be bratty

Ask for stuff and daddy will get it

Keep your playroom clean

Go to bed when daddy tell you to

When daddy says nap time it’s nap time

Always take a shower or bath every night

Don’t break a rule

If you break a rule tell daddy

Don’t keep things from daddy

Take your punishment like a big kid

If you’re good, daddy will give you rewards

Now here the punishments

Daddy will take away any/and all devices for an hour

No playroom time

Early bedtime

no bedroom play time

Depends on the severity of the rule breaking is when daddy decides how many spankings you get

Timeout for five minutes

No playing with any of the new toys that daddy have gotten for you

Introduction

Chapter one

#aidan gallagher #emmy raver lampman #david castañeda #tom hopper #robert sheehan #justin h min #elliot page #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #age regression #age regressor #cg/l(re)

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ajkesiah · 2 years

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Masterlist

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

Indirect kiss

high five?

A/n: ask for any character and I'll try to write for them

#masterlist #oneshots #fanfics #x y/n #imagines #the umbrella academy x reader #x reader #tua #theumbrellaacademy #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #idkwhattoputherelol #ajkesiah #idk what else to add lol #writers on tumblr #five hargreeves #aidan gallagher #david castañeda

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ruru0803 · 6 months

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Unknown Territory

Five x Fem Reader

A combination of both the comics and the TV series, Five Mets a mermaid and falls in love. What happens when forces try to keep them apart?

Five will be aged up to 20 years old, I'm not writing any smut but I wanted him to be the age of his actor.

There will be themes of emotional and mental abuse of children, sexual themes, Incest, gore and violence in this story. You guys seen the show or read the comics, you know what I'm talking about.

Minors do not interact.

I don't own any characters in the show or comics. All credit goes to Gerald Way, Gabriel BÀ, and Steve Blackman.

Slow updates on this story, I wanna make sure I can make the comics and series flow together before posting chapters. Most of the chapters will most likely be long, sorry about that 😅

Main Cast

Five played by Aiden Gallagher

Y/n played by You.

Klaus played by Robert Sheehan

Diego played by David Castañeda

Ben played by Justin H. Min

Vanya/Victor played by Elliot Page

Allison played by Emmy Raver-Lampman

Luther played by Tom Hopper

Apocalypse Suite/Season 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

*Part 2

*Part 3

Chapter 3

*part 2 [working on it]

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igotanidea · 4 months

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Damian Wayne x Reader, set a little into the future, Damian is Batman and like in Batman #666 he is a Batman that kills when he feels its necessary. Female reader used to be in a committed relationship with him but idk maybe something happened and she became a Gotham Criminal. Reader having previously known Damian was easily able to put the pieces together and see that the new Batman must be Damian. She goes in search of him to try and talk to him to see if he's okay because truth be told he's fuckin scary as Batman. But he just sees her as a criminal now and they fight and no offence but no one stands a chance against this mf so she's not doing so well and then basically does he see that he's gone too far, does he let her go, does her kill her? Idk you decide the ending?

(My fancast for this Damian is David Castañeda 💖 I may have only seen him as Diego Hargreeves but I think he'd be such a lit Damian)

Hi again :)

Now this is going to be a heavy piece of angst my dear, that I humbly accept and put on my WIP list.

Truthfully, if a month ago you'd tell me I'll be writing for Damian and love it I would laugh at your face. Look at me now :D

Just please stay patient so I can do proper research and let the ideas flow :)

#nes rambles #wips #anon requests #requests

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anythingbutmar · 3 years

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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.

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diegoh4rgreeves · 4 years

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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.

#the umbrella academy #tua #diego Hargreeves #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves headcanon #the umbrella academy fluff #tua diego #diego hargreeves fanfic #diego hargreeves drabble #david casteñeda #david castañeda imagine #david castañeda fluff #david castañeda fanfiction #david castañeda drabble #diego hargreeves x reader #david castañeda x reader

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hihomeghere · 6 months

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Hihomeghere Masterlist

My requests are open! Go ahead and send me your requests via my 'ask me anything' button on my blog!

Prompt list

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Nightwing You try to keep Diego Hargreeves off your mind, especially after your break up. But after he breaks into your apartment begging you to patch him up. All the good and bad memories come flooding back.

Five Hargreeves

Wedding at the End of the World A reader insert for the episode Wedding at the End of the World. You and Five reminisce on your wedding/proposal before going to Luther and Sloanes wedding. You both go to the wedding with high hopes of a good evening.

Carousel Club After being dropped into 1963, you find work at the Carousel Club as a dancer. While following a tip where Luther could be, Five sees your routine. Overwhelmed by jealousy he sneaks into your dressing room.

Et tu, Brute? Based off a request, Five gets injured in a mission and you drop everything to make sure he's ok.

Insomniac Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay.

Tesoro Universe

Tesoro While working at the commission as a field agent you are assigned a new partner, Number Five.

Meet the Family Five finds a way to return to 2019, you both break your contract with the commission and you meet your in-laws for the first time.

One Bed After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. (Can be read as a one-shot)

Unspoken thing Part 2 of One Bed, after that fateful night in the hotel room. Five has been avoiding you and now you're called into the Handler's office to take responsibility for the delay in exterminating the target.

Routine After the confession, Five and reader head back to a hotel room. Soft dom y/n. (Can be read as one-shot)

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

The Two C's Joel catches you smoking on your porch. Set in Jackson after the events of TLOU. Short and sweet

Red Dead Redemption 2

John Marston

Burning Love Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids?

Gloves John goes crazy over you dressed up for a job, more specifically your white gloves

Arthur Morgan

Fakin' It After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track?

Fishing in the Dark You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota river.

Dreams Arthur starts having dreams of starting a family with you

My Eyes Only Arthur thinks you look like a work of art

Salt and Pepper Arthur notices his hair is starting to gray

Deserving 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick?

Charles Smith

Knight in Shining Armor 1. "Kiss me" "What-", 81. "Your heart is racing."

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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

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dreamer-snail · 4 years

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I swear I’m writing! Spanish Class Part 2 this Friday (August 21st) so get hyped! (but not too hyped--don’t get your hopes up 😅)

Tags are still open!

#Spanish Class #Spanish Class Part 2 #David Castañeda #David Castañeda x reader #The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #TUA #The Umbrella Academy x reader #umbrella academy x reade #TUA x reader #reader insert

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imaginesandideas · 5 years

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Sorry?

okay it’s so random, but this is a very short (1.8k worth of words) idea that came to me all of sudden, so - I guess it’s my first Diego fic aye? 🎉

WARNINGS: swearing, bits of ANGST and SMUT (underage please scroll down past this)

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Living in the centre has its moments. Like shops and bus stops nearby, or great apartments. But there any days when you’d rather kill every single one of your nosy neighbours, noisy people on the street and everyone else who comes in your way.

Why? Cause you’ve had a long, tiring day and nothing went as planned, and all you wanted to do was to have a nice long shower, maybe eat some leftovers and go straight to bed to get some well deserved rest.

But no.

Apparently the universe and someone banging at your door at 3am were having other plans.

So you drag your already warmed up, limb body from the bed, and down the hall slowly opening your reddened eyes and cursing under your breath.

“Good fucking riddance! What kind of a blabbering asshole wakes up people in the middle of the goddamn night for no bloody reason!”

The door swings open and you’re met with the most pitiful countenance one could ever expect.

No, not a box of cute puppies but a whole 6 feet of shameless discourtesy. And missed calls.

“Well, well-“

“I’ll explain!”

“- Diego fucking Hargreeves kneeling at my doorstep at dawn. Unexpected, uninvited-“

“_____ please, quiet love. You’re alarm the neighbours.”

“ - AND, dares to give me instructions on what I am supposed to do.”

Your face is the epitome of resignation and anger, a perfectly sour mix of those two. Normally you’d just let him in, check if he’s injured and go back to bed with his arms wrapped safely around your curled up form. But it’s not one of those days.

“What the fuck do you want...” You speak up quieter now, but with just as much of exhaustion in your voice. Your arms crossed over your chest.

“You?”

“Cut the bullshit Hargreeves.”

“I’m sorry okay? If only you’d know you’d understand.” He’s also visibly tired but you can’t let this one slip out.

“Then tell me!”

“Here?” His eyebrows rise in the darkness of the hall as he gestures around himself.

“Yeah, could be here.”

“Can I at least come in?”

You take a deep breath before nodding and stepping back inside to let him pass. As the door closes you can feel his warm hands roaming up your sides but you shimmy out of his grasp scrunching up your nose.

“You smell.”

“Well yeah, I’ve been locked up for 3 days. That’s why I didn’t come earlier.” Your face twists in shock at his words. He’s visibly broken but he still tries to cover the whole story with guilt so you don’t ask further questions. And you just give up.

It’s way too late to continue any of this and you really just wanted to get those extra hours of sleep before your afternoon shift.

You bring your hands to your face to rub circles around your sleep deprived eyes and sigh loudly.

“Never mind. Clean yourself up, I’m going back to sleep.” You exclaim before heading back in direction of your bedroom. He doesn’t move though and you’re too sleepy to notice.

“Love you.” He calls after you, but you wave him off.

Once your body hits the mattress you’re gone. Your limbs mindlessly tangle themselves in the cold sheets, providing a much needed coverage.

When Diego finally turns the water off you’re long asleep. After grabbing a towel he comes to you, but stops mid-step at the door. Your chest is heaving peacefully, lips are slightly parted.

Somehow, in all of this madness, he found that fragile piece of happiness he wasn’t sure he was deserving of. It was you all along, and it took him so much time to realise that. So much that he was ashamed of himself.

Afraid that maybe his presence is making your life even more difficult. But maybe he’ll be able to repay you one day. One day.

But for now it’s still the night, even if the sun is already brightening up the sky, making it appear both orange and grey.

Throwing on a tshirt he climbs up to your side, curling around your sleeping form protectively. He watches your brows as they knit together in a dreamy haze. How your lashes flutter lightly, how the veins on your neck reappear with every intake of air, how your hair frames your face. Soon street lamps turn off and the sun is about to rise. But both of you breathe steadily together, snuggled, safe.

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Some noise almost wakes you up around 10am but your brain has more sleeping on its mind. You can’t really protest, you’ve been up all yesterday and that idiot boyfriend of yours had you woken up in the middle of your blissful, undisturbed rest.

Your head and eyes are still heavy with sleep. Still half awake you keep your eyes closed, only covering your face with your arms for another half an hour. Chest raises, lungs are filling with fresh morning air, only you don’t remember leaving your window open.

Warmth spreads from your fingertips to your feet. Until it’s too much and you squirm, tossing and turning on your back before you abruptly come back to your senses.

“Di-Diego?” You stir sitting up on your elbows before your voice turns into a moan. From beneath your lashes you notice the growing smirk forming on his clearly occupied lips. He’s so pleased with himself he doesn’t even bother to answer. His mouth gently sucks on your clit, tongue swipes across your folds in a sweet yet torturously slow manner.

Classic Diego. But no, you can’t even think about it right now, he’s too good at it. Way too good for your liking. He nips, licks, gently bites on your thighs in the meantime leaving blooming, dark marks. You exhale another loud moan which only fuels his movements. It’s slow and sensual yet intense, enough to strike a match within you. And it burns, spreads from your core to your head and wakes all of your senses. You sit up completely and he pulls your legs up, over his shoulders, devouring deeper. Feasting on you.

“Uhh, Di, what’s gotten into you?” He pulls back with exaggerated pop, grinning.

“You.”

You roll your eyes playfully and in a blink of an eye he’s back at it again, sucking on your sensitive nub with newfound vigour. Your head falls back on your shoulders, eyes follow rolling back into your skull. His hair is soft underneath your fingertips when you reach out to tug at the roots encouragingly and he hums sending vibrations through your body. You’re trembling, losing your breath. Soon enough he notices that and adds fingers to stimulate your folds even more as his lips feverishly continue attack on your clit.

And like a bolt of lightning you unravel in front of his eyes, your shoulders tense just for a moment before relaxing as shocks of pleasure take over you. It feels like you’re about to sink into sheets, pillows and everything else. And it’s too much, your arms almost give out threatening to make you collapse.

Your fingers dig into the hair on his scalp and you gently pull him away, your eyes finally locking for longer than few seconds. Talking seems unnecessary so you shift to bring his lips close to your own. He takes the matter into his own hands yet again and climbs up over you to kiss you deeply. How could possibly not love that perfect mouth of his. You can smell yourself on him just as intensely as the soap on his soft skin. It feels so good it might as well be a dream, but it’s not and you pull away breathless.

“You need to shower.”

“Again?!” He whines in a raised voice and you laugh at how petty he looks like this. Like a disappointed puppy.

“Di, you smell like my cum baby. Don’t want you running on the streets smelling like my pussy.”

Your words cause his pout to turn into a toothy grin.

“Maybe I don’t mind smelling like my favourite pussy.” He whispers with that cheeky smirk of his before leaning down to plant a kiss to your sternum.

Smooth fucker.

“Still doesn’t explain this kind of ‘good morning’.” You lower your voice. “... after how harsh I’ve been last night. I didn’t mean that.”

“I know. But I’ve been a dick several times too, so I guess we’re even. Besides, I wanted to make it up to you. And that prison cell was cold and lonely y’know...” Your laughter fills the room and he smiles even wider, only semi-offended. “I mean it! I missed you.”

“You missed my ass, that’s what it is.”

“I missed those too.” He says squeezing your breasts before biting on your nipple through your shirt making you squeal. “And I love to pleasure my lady.” He adds and you playfully roll your eyes, though you know he’s being genuine.

Since you two got together he made his mission to prove you how incredible you are. In a way, he crowned you his queen. And even if that queen sometimes had to patch him up late at night, he still made sure to pay her back later with everything he could. In words and actions.

You reach up to kiss his cheek as your fingers stroke the skin on his cheek and temple.

“I love you Di. Even if you sneak up on me in the middle of the night like a fucking creep.”

“Love you too babygirl.”

You caress his cheek lovingly and he can’t help but get lost in your eyes over and over again. As if the world did not exist. Only you. Together.

“I also love that perfect mouth of yours.” You tease and he immediately catches it. Two could play that game of constant innuendos.

“Is that so? Well, I love your pretty lips too.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-hm. Couldn’t stop thinking about them in that cell. And your pretty cu-”

“Oookay, that’s enough for now! First - breakfast.” You forcefully roll him off you before quickly jumping on your feet in direction of the kitchen, fixing your underwear in the process and leaving a chuckling mess of a human behind you. You could get used to having that laugh everyday in your bedroom. And such enjoyable mornings. And-

“I’m not hungry though.” He yells after once he catches his breath. You peek out the open door and he’s seated in the middle of the mattress, hands behind his head leaning on the headboard, all spread out and comfy.

“Is that so?”

“I mean, I’ve already eaten, so I’d much rather burn some more calories if you’re into exercising before breakfast.” He says wiggling his eyebrows at you. Oh he’s really good at teasing. But you’re in no way complaining. And mornings with Diego could just become your favourite morning routine...

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chyteawrites · 5 years

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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.

#chynna writes #torn #torn chapter 15 - epilogue #torn epilogue #David Castañeda #david castañeda x reader #david castañeda fanfiction #David Castañeda fanfic #David Castaneda #david castaneda x reader #david castaneda fanfic #david castaneda fanfiction

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superapplepie · 5 years

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Accidentally In Love

Summary: You work a comic con in Toronto to help a friend. Little did you know you’d make a deal and accidentally fall in love.

Pairing: David Castañeda x Reader

Word count: 1890

Warnings: Curse words? It’s pretty fluffy I guess. Pre-smut?

Thank you @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for being my beta and @lookitschynna for encouraging me to actually write this. This will be a series so if you want tagged let me know. Enjoy!

The incessant buzzing of your alarm forced you awake, grumbling to yourself about having to be awake at such an ungodly hour, you slid out of bed making your way towards the shower. Today was the day you agreed to help your best friend’s mother, Susan, with the Toronto Comic Con. You tried to recall what all she told you about it, this years con was special for some reason or another. Instead of being three days, the con was going to be an entire week filled with comic book geeks and almighty celebrities.

Your assignment for the week was to be a handler for one of the many celebrities that would be flooding the floors. It seemed pretty easy, just like babysitting a toddler. The curiosity of who you’d have was almost killing you though. You were obsessed over these cons just as much as everyone else. Anxiety and excitement flowed through your veins as you got dressed. Deciding to spice your look up a bit, you opted for some black skinny jeans, a black tank top, black stiletto heels, and a red leather jacket to match your red lipstick. You ran out the door completely forgetting all about breakfast as your adventure downtown began.

Walking into the convention center you made your way over to your friend and her mom, greeting them both with your best smile.

“Ah, Y/N, so nice of you to finally join us,” your friends mom, Susan stated flatly before looking you up and down.

“Um, yeah sorry I'm late. Traffic getting here was horrible. They're having the art festival on my side of town so roads are blocked off.” Biting your lip out of habit you shot her a quick glance before reverting your attention to the ground.

Being late was something you were habitually known for. Needless to say, Susan was clearly not impressed with your tardiness nor your choice in wardrobe, but it was too late for her to make you change. You were handed a large envelope that contained who you were handling, their detailed schedule, anything important you should know about them, and your badge for the week.

You thanked her before hurrying off to the ‘green room’ to prepare yourself. Finding a chair in the corner of the room away from the commotion of everyone else, you took a deep breath and slowly opened your packet.

It took you a few seconds to register the name you were looking at. In big bold the name ‘DAVID CASTAÑEDA’ was typed across the top of your page. You couldn't stop the squeal that escaped your lips, the excitement causing you to tumble from your chair. Laughter caught your attention and you looked up to see your friend making her way over to you.

“I see you've opened your packet.” She smiled and helped you up.

“Gee, how'd you guess?”, you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I might have had something to do with it. I heard my mom talking about The Umbrella Academy coming to the con. So I pulled some strings to make sure you got David.” She smiled again, looking pleased with herself.

“Holy shit, dude! That's like the nicest thing you could have ever done for me!” You couldn't believe it, making a mental note to get her a decent Christmas present this year.

“It was nothing, I know you'd do the same for me if it were you. Anyways, I've got to go. The celebrities should be arriving soon, my mom will introduce everyone and make sure all the handlers have the right celebrity. I'll catch up with you in a few hours when you bring him down for his first Q&A.” She shot you a wink and ran off leaving you a flustered mess.

She was your best friend, so she knew you had a hard core crush on David and was obsessed with the show. You didn't have much time to process the situation you were in when the celebrities began filing into the room until it was completely full. Susan stood at the front of the room making her announcements and going over the usual con rules. She began going to each handler and guiding them to the correct people. It was finally your turn and you stood on shaky legs, suddenly regretting wearing stilettos.

Before you knew it, you were standing face to face with not only your celebrity crush, but the man who you'd be handling for the next week.

Susan smiled and shook David's hand before turning to you. “David, this is Y/N, she'll be your handler for the week. Hopefully she'll be on her best behavior.” Giving you a pointed look, she moved on to the next handler leaving you two alone.

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a charming smile as he stretched out his hand. It took a moment but you finally remembered how to shake hands. Sliding your hand into his you marveled at how big and warm his was.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.” Your eyes went big comprehending what you just said out loud.

Thankfully he laughed, but not before he noticed the blush that spread across your face. You had one shot to impress him and you had already blown it.

“Uh, anyways, you don't have to be anywhere for a couple of hours. Is there anything you wanted to do or somewhere you wanted to go? There's an art festival with loads of delicious foods a couple of blocks away. Hell, you can even go back to your room for pizza and beer. There's probably a hockey game on…” You cut yourself when you realized you were rambling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him you stared at the ground.

He chuckled softly, “That sounds great actually. It's been a long morning and I'd kind of like to just chill, if that's okay with you?”

You looked up at him and smiled brightly, biting your lip subconsciously. “Awesome, I'll call my buddy in the kitchen and have him send up some pizza and beer for you to enjoy”

“Actually, I'd love it if you'd join me, it's no fun watching hockey alone.” His signature smirk spreads across his face.

“O-okay, I c-could join you, if that's what you want.” You stuttered through your words, mentally kicking yourself for being so ridiculous.

“Good, it's a date. Let's go, I'm starving.” David ushered you to the elevators and after a quiet ride you stepped off on his floor.

He used his key to unlock the double doors, opening up to a penthouse suit that took your breath away. You suddenly felt awkward being in a place that was so expensive with someone so famous. Wandering around at the amazing room, you failed to notice the set of eyes that followed your every movement.

“Holy shit, this place is nicer than my apartment, ” you muttered out loud.

Turning towards the man still standing near the door, you asked “Is pepperoni okay?”

“What? Oh right, pizza. Yeah that's perfect,” Rubbing his hands together he flopped down on the couch to find a game to watch.

You quickly made a call down to the kitchen, your buddy Jay owed you a favor and you gladly cashed in on it.

Time had passed and the pizza was long gone, you found yourself sitting next to David comfortably. It felt like you two had known each other for years, it seemed so natural to get along with him. You found that you had a lot in common and with each passing moment you grew more relaxed being around him.

Once the game was over, you sat back against the couch and looked over at him. It was a surprise to see him already looking back. Blushing, you bit your lip again.

“What now? We still have about an hour until your Q&A.” You held eye contact with him hoping he wouldn’t ask you to leave.

“Well…” he started but was cut off by his phone. Answering it, he had a short conversation with the person on the other end. He mentioned that you were both in his room and you’d be waiting for everyone to meet here before heading down as a group.

Clearing his throat as he hung up he turned to you with a serious look in his eye. “Y/N, I’m about to ask you to do me a huge favor and I get it if it’s too much or if I’ve crossed a line but I’m kind of desperate at this point.”

Millions of thoughts flooded your mind wondering what he could ask you but they were soon put to rest as he continued.

“Will you pretend to be my girlfriend this week? I know it’s weird but Emmy seems to think I’m lonely and need someone. She’s been setting me up on these blind dates with these women who I can’t stand. I can’t take it anymore. Please, Y/N. If I make you uncomfortable at all during it I promise we can stop right away. You can make the rules if you want.” He grabbed your hand and you looked into his gorgeous brown eyes, he was pleading with you and who were you to say no to him.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing else to do this week.” You tried to casually say, hoping he couldn’t tell that your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“Really? Seriously? You’d do that for me?” He grabbed you and before you could grasp what was happening, his lips were pressed against yours.

Immediately you reacted and leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving to straddle his lap. If you were going to pretend to be his girlfriend, you were going to at least enjoy it. His hands rested on your hips making their way to your ass giving it a rough squeeze. Without thinking you started to grind your hips, his hands guiding you against his growing erection. You both moaned in unison, reluctantly pulling away for air.

A knock on the door made you jump, looking at David, you noticed his pupils were blown and his eyes were now filled with lust. You grinned and bit your lip again making to slide off his lap. However, he stopped you, seemingly mesmerized. His thumb trailed lightly along your bottom lip, pulling it gently from between your teeth.

“You and that lip”, he murmured.

His thumb moved across your kiss swollen lip one last time, smiling proudly at his handy work.

Another sharp knock followed by loud banging and yelling came from the other side of the door. You slid out of his lap and stood up, adjusting your clothes and hair in attempt to make it look like you hadn’t just been making out.

“Shit.” He groaned and pouted slightly, trying to conceal his erection in the waistband of his jeans.

Grabbing your hand he pulled you to the door and swung it open with a huge smile, greeting his fellow cast mates as they made their way into the room. All eyes fell on you and your hand enveloped in his. David glanced down at you before looking back at everyone else.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Y/N, my girlfriend” he introduced.

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