David Castañeda Imagines

Egg-cidents (fluff)

AN: Don't judge me for the pun, I couldn't help myself.

Warning: Little Cursing (not too bad, it's literally one word)

David and the reader aren't dating yet in this one

I woke up on my living room floor. There were pillows and blankets everywhere. There was a surprising lack of food and garbage. I looked around and noticed that David was gone. I sighed. Maybe he had to go home for something I thought. 

After wallowing in my own disappointment for a few minutes, I finally got the courage to get up. I walked over to my little kitchen. Still drowsy and not really paying attention to where I was going, I ran into what I thought was a wall. I opened my eyes all the way and was met with a gorgeous smile looking down at me, and a raw egg dripping down my chest. We both looked at where the egg had broken and both laughed a bit. 

"Oh my god, querida, I'm so sorry!" David said through laughter, he proceeded to try and wipe the egg off of me. I blushed at his action, mainly because the egg was right in between my boobs. He noticed and blushed in realization. "Oh! I'm sorry!" he said again. I nodded and ran upstairs to change. I took off the egg covered top and threw it in my laundry basket. I began to look for a shirt, but I couldn't find a single one.

Shit, I thought to myself, I haven't done laundry and now I don't have any clean shirts. 

"Hey David!" I yelled downstairs. I heard his bare feet tapping up my hardwood stairs. 

"What is it, hermosa?" he asked in a soft tone. Not gonna lie, I love it when he speaks in Spanish, even if I have no idea what he's saying.

"I don't have any clean shirts," I mumbled, embarrassed by my idiocy. I heard him laugh on the other side of the door. 

"What do you expect me to do about that, querida?" I could hear the smirk on his face as he said that.

"I don't know, D, but if I don't get a clean shirt I'm not coming out until you leave." After I finished my sentence, I heard him shuffling around. Then a knock on my bedroom door. "What," I said, slightly irritated with myself.

"Just open the door, y/n." I ran over to my bed and grabbed a pillow to cover my upper half. I slowly opened the door and peaked my head out. I was met with an incredibly attractive, shirtless man holding out his shirt to me. I opened the door more. David caught a glimpse of the pillow I was clutching to my chest. This caused him to break into a fit of laughter. I ended up laughing too. I grabbed the shirt out of his hand and closed the door. I pulled the shirt over my head and let it cover my body.

I never realized how small I was compared to him until now, I thought as I looked in the mirror. I just laughed at the sight of me in his shirt. Part of this was a dream come true. Him spending the night at my house and me wearing his clothes, definitely. The part about the egg and the dirty laundry, not so much. Looking myself over in the mirror one more time, I realized just how much I liked the man outside my bedroom door. I mean who can blame me, he's really attractive and super sweet. 

I walked over to the door and opened it. There he was leaning against the door frame. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"What was so funny in there, hermosa?" I just took a step back and lifted my arms to show him how big his shirt was on me. He looked me up and down, almost like he was savoring the image. He then glanced down at his feet, shook his head, and laughed. I laughed too. "Come on y/n." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the kitchen. 

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