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marvelfilth · 4 months

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The mustache

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha crashes your date

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You let a fake laugh bubble out of your mouth for what feels like a hundredth time this evening. Your date looks smug, her eyes trailing over your form, almost leering. She takes a sip of her wine and licks her lips slowly, daring you to look.

You don't.

You can almost hear Natasha say I told you so.

You clear your throat and take another bite of a perfectly made steak - the only saving grace of this disastrous date.

You mentally cringe, closing your eyes briefly. Objectively, the date is going well - she showed up on time, held the door for you, helped you to your seat and made perfect small talk, occasionally throwing in a joke or two. You can excuse her wandering eyes, knowing you've been throwing mixed signals all evening.

You nod along to whatever story she's telling, smiling and chuckling when it's appropriate. You barely resist the urge to excuse yourself. You chew on your lower lip, wondering how you allowed yourself to get in such a mess.

Your phone chimes once, screen lightning up with a new notification.

Natasha.

Yep. Here's your answer.

You look at your date, hating how different her smile is from your best friends. It's too large, too open and not even half as genuine. Natasha's smiles are small, barely noticeable, but they're enough to make your breath come short.

You sigh. You need to stop comparing your every date to Natasha.

“Do you mind if I take a look? It might be important,” you ask, reaching for your phone. She nods happily, waving the waiter over for another glass of wine.

How bad is it?

You snort, coughing immediately to cover up the sound and reaching for your glass.

Another message appears right in front of your eyes.

That bad?

You choke on your wine, discreetly looking around, but coming up short.

Six o'clock, dumbass.

You wait a moment and look right behind you, mouth falling open when you finally see her.

She's sitting three tables down, wearing your favorite hoodie and a black cap. With sunglasses covering her eyes. In a dimly lit restaurant. What makes you let out a strangled laugh, though, is a perfect old fashioned mustache glued right under her nose. She twirls both ends around her fingers, curling them up, before lowering her glasses and sending you an exaggerated wink.

The best spy in the world, the woman who made entire governments collapse, is sitting right behind you, looking like a child playing dress up.

You whip around, your face red, and wave off your date's concerned look. “I'm alright.”

She nods, all too happy to continue talking about all of the famous people she's met through her job.

You hide your phone under the table and shoot your best friend a text.

You're ridiculous

Her reply comes instantly.

And yet you love me.

Her words hit a little too close to home.

You are hopelessly in love with your best friend.

Another message comes through.

What's wrong?

You frown, eyes darting around. You didn't even do anything to warrant the question.

And don't even try to lie. I can tell something's wrong.

You sigh, tell Natasha everything is fine, and place your phone face down on the table, your date still recounting a story of how she met some actress.

The next half an hour is tense. You can feel Natasha's eyes on you. You can hear her plotting a way to get you out of here, but you know you have to at least try to make it work, if not with… Connie? Courtney? Then with someone else, before you go completely mad.

Your phone rings. You can't stop yourself from picking it up.

“Sorry, it’s an emergency.” Your excuse sounds bad even to your own ears, and you wince when your date pointedly looks away with pursed lips.

“Do you want me to throw her out of the window?” She starts without a preamble. “If not, I have a knife in my boot and you know how good I am with knives.”

“Can't you handle it without me?” You ask, knowing Natasha will play along. Your date reaches for her purse, dejected. Guilt swirls in your chest, and you contemplate your next words. Maybe you should stay and-

“Don't feel bad, she's been looking at the blonde to your right since she came in,” Natasha drawls, “and no, I can't handle it without you. I need you back home.”

You blush, biting on your lower lip.

“I'm sorry, but there's been an-”

“Just go,” your date cuts you off, “I'll handle the bill.” Her eyes are on the blonde girl before she's done speaking, and you leave with your conscience clear.

Natasha catches up to you outside and leads you to her corvette - her sunglasses and cap are gone, but that ridiculous mustache is still in place.

“What do you think?” She asks as she opens the door for you before going around the car and taking a seat behind the wheel. “I like the look.”

You snort and shake your head, amused with your best friend's antics. “It's… something.”

She rolls her eyes, starting the engine. “I know you love it.”

You hum, relaxing against the soft leather, your worries stoved away by Natasha's calming presence.

“Why do you keep going on dates if you hate it so much?” She asks when you reach Compound gates.

You sigh, think of an answer that would get her off your back without making her suspicious.

“I just… I-” you stutter, wincing.

Great.

She raises an eyebrow, looking absolutely ridiculous, but so, so beautiful, it makes your entire chest ache.

The car comes to a stop, and Natasha focuses all of her attention on you.

“I need to get over someone.”

There, you've said it.

“Who?” She asks, and for the first time in all the years you've known her you can't read her at all.

“You don't know them.”

She looks ahead, her jaw clenched tight. “How long?”

You blink away the tears. “A few years.”

She looks down at her lap, her fingers tapping against her thigh. “Who?” She asks again.

“Natasha…”

“Is it Carol?” Her voice is tight, her eyes dart around the street.

“God no,” you chuckle, thinking about your blond friend. Valkyrie would kill you on the spot if you even looked at her the wrong way, not that you're interested anyway. They need to get over themselves and finally admit their feelings to each other. Anyone can see their pining from a mile away.

“Kate?”

You shake your head. “You don't know them.”

“Then tell me. What would it matter?”

“Nat, can we just-”

“Tell me.”

You groan, and turn to open the door, but Natasha’s hand landing on your thigh stops you. You swallow, freezing on the spot.

“Please.”

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable. “It's you,” you whisper.

The hand on your thigh clumps tight. “What?”

“It's you,” you repeat, feeling braver after the admission. “Always you.”

She lets out a deep, shaky breath, before reaching for your face with her other hand. “Look at me, please.”

You face her, eyes still closed, a few tears sliding down your cheeks. They're wiped away a moment later, and your face gets enveloped in the softest warmth.

“Open your eyes.”

You swallow, and do as she asked. She looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat at her words, lips falling open. “What?”

She smiles, her thumb tracing patterns on your wet cheek. “I love you.”

You look at her for a long moment, taking in her features - her forest green eyes, tender and soft, the slope of her nose, so kissable. Your eyes trail lower and then suddenly a loud laugh makes its way out of your chest. You bend, clutching your stomach, happy tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

Natasha looks delightfully confused.

“I'm sorry, it's just…” you giggle, pointing at her face, “the mustache.”

She groans, tearing it away. “I've been going crazy all this time, you know.”

“Yeah?” You grin, head spinning.

“Yeah,” she says before claiming your lips. She's soft, so soft it makes your toes curl and your chest get warm and fuzzy. The kiss is gentle, loving. You mewl against her, opening your mouth and welcoming her tongue.

The kiss grows heated.

“I,” you gasp between the kisses, “I love you. So much.”

You can feel her blinding smile in the next kiss, and the one that comes after.

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff #black widow x you #black widow x reader #black widow #the mustache

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afeveredblur · 2 years

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it's kind of refreshing to see middle aged actresses publicly speaking about regretting their plastic surgeries, botox injections, etc.

#i know courtney cox said something about regretting how much she changed her face #and now jane fonda and jennifer garner too #text

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rosepascal · 6 months

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reunion part 2 || WED!Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Your date with Joel is approaching fast and you know you have to tell him. But the real question is how is he going to react?

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+ ONLY, worst enemies dad!Joel, oral sex, p in v (protected), courtneys mom left, single father joel who tried his best, but it didn't work out, brief masturbation.

part 1

tagging: @paleidiot @motelprincess444

a/n: I really really hope this lives up to the first part. I have another part in mind but we'll see if it happens. Anyways I hope you enjoy <3

The closer Friday comes the more nervous you get. Nervous and excited. You want to see Joel again but the looming secret is eating you alive.

Joel is just a sweetheart.

The two of you have been texting back and forth since he dropped you off at your car and you can’t put your phone down.

Every time your phone buzzes you secretly hope it's another text from Joel. But the sweeter he is the more guilty you feel. Not guilty that you fucked Courtney's dad, she deserved it. But you feel bad that Joel doesn’t know.

The last thing you want is for him to think that you’re using him for revenge when that’s the farthest thing from the truth. Your phone buzzes and a text from Joel pops up.

For no reason, what color are you wearing tomorrow?

You smile and type out a response.

Blue.

Blue? That all I get?

You smirk as you think of the pretty baby blue dress you bought for the date.

Yep, see you tomorrow handsome ;)

Sighing you throw your phone on your bed and bury your face in your hands. You decide that you’re going to tell him. Not for Courtney’s sake, but for Joels. Joel who deserves all the love in the world and someone to be honest with him. You just hope it doesn't ruin everything.

Friday flies past fast. You swear you blinked and suddenly it was time to go home from work and get ready. As you put the finishing touches on your outfit you hear a knock at your door.

Taking a deep breath you try to calm yourself down. The night is about to go one of two ways. Either Joel laughs it off and is understanding of your situation. Or he never wants anything to do with you again and publicly shames you forever.

Okay that last one might be a bit of an over exaggeration but still. Opening the door you’re greeted by Joel holding a bouquet of roses. Your eyes light up as you take them from his hand.

“Thank you Joel. you didn’t have to.” You say as you move to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Joel laughs and gently rests a hand on your back.

“Course I did baby.” You turn around and really get a good look at him. He’s in black dress pants and a baby blue button up.

“Is this why you asked what color I was wearing?” You say as you straighten out his collar.

“Maybe, glad I picked right.” He gestures to your dress which happens to be the same shade as his shirt.

“How'd you manage that?”

“Must’ve been fate.” Joel says which makes you smile.

You go over exactly what you want to tell him on the car ride over.

Hi Joel, just wanted to tell you that your daughter tormented me for years but don’t worry I didn’t fuck you for revenge I only found out the morning after. Yeah, you needed more time to think. The restaurant is nice. Joel gives the host his name and you’re brought to a table on the side of the restaurant. As you look at the menu you start to feel nauseous. It’s eating you up inside as you look across the table to Joel’s sweet eyes. The waiter comes up to you but barely notice. Joel orders two glasses of wine and sends the waiter away.

“Is everything alright?” He asks with concern. He starts to worry, you didn’t change your mind did you? About him, about this.

“Joel, I really like you and I’ve really enjoyed our time together but there’s something I need to tell you.” You set your menu down and start your story.

“The reunion I went to that night is the same one your daughter went to. Because I know your daughter Courtney.” He stays quiet as you nervously press on.

“The truth is she used to bully me relentlessly throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school. I left the reunion early that day because she had gotten one of her old friends to pour a drink down my dress after we got into what I admit is a petty argument.” Taking a deep breath you prepare for the worst as you finish telling him everything he needs to know.

“I understand if you don’t want to continue this. I’m talking bad about your daughter. But I stand by the fact that she was cruel.” High school was 10 years ago and to be honest you could care less about what Courtney Miller was up to or what she thought of you. You moved on with your life and you grew past high school. Still you can’t just pretend it never happened.

“I want to make it clear that I had no idea until the morning after that you were even related. This wasn’t some purposeful revenge plan to hurt you or her. I really am interested in this. All of it. But I couldn’t let anything else happen before I told you.” You finish talking and wait.

Your heart pounds in your chest and it feels like time is moving slower and slower. You glance towards the door. Maybe you could make an escape if this goes sour. Your apartment isn’t that far away to walk anyways. Joel sighs which makes you freeze. He puts his head in his hand as he closes his eyes.

“I think I owe you an apology on behalf of my daughter.” Okay, not exactly what you were expecting.

“I love my daughter, very much but ever since her mother left us she hasn’t been the same. Her mother left because she wasn’t ready. I tried to take over the role of both parents but she resented me for her mother leaving and I can’t blame her.”

Joel really tried his best. He loved his daughter to the moon and back but he had to work long hours to provide for them. He did everything he could to still be a good father and be in her life but sometimes it’s not enough. She always thought it was his fault and Joel let her believe it. Not wanting her to think ill of her mother who she idolized so much before she left.

“I should have done more for her and I’m sorry that my failure meant that you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry Joel, really I am.” You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. From what he’s told you he really did his best. Being a single dad and providing for his daughter isn’t easy.

It’s not like he wanted to be busy all the time, Courtney always had the best things, she’d rub it in your face. So clearly Joel did what he could for her.

“You did the best you could. You were there for her all you could be.”

“I could have done more, I always could have done more.”

“This doesn’t change anything, at least for me.” You tell him. Both of your secrets are out in the air now.

“I really like you Joel and if it’s not weird for you, I want to continue this.” Joel takes your hand and brings it up to your lips.

“I do, if it’s not weird for you.”

Look, you and Joel met as adults. He’s sweet and based on what you’ve heard it’s not like Courtney wants much to do with him in the first place which breaks your heart. He makes you happy and you’ll be damned if Courtney ruins another thing for you.

“In that case, more wine?” You say opening the menu.

Dinner goes by too fast for your liking. Before you even realized you had finished off the dessert that Joel insisted you get because this place had the best chocolate cake in all of Austin. As you lick the fork clean Joel sits back and smirks.

“What did I tell ya?”

“It was amazing but, I don’t know about the best.” Joel hands his card to the waiter and leans on the table, getting closer to you.

“And what would you say is best?”

“There’s this bakery downtown and their cake blows this one out of the water.” You lean your elbows on the table and rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Guess you’ll have to show me sometime.” Joel says.

“How about tomorrow? You can stay at my place.” You offer.

Despite having already spent the night together and all the flirting, you’re still worried he’s going to say no. The waiter brings back Joel's card and he wastes no time in taking it back. Stuffing it in his wallet and standing up quickly.

“Let’s go baby,”

Unlike last time Joel’s kisses aren’t as rushed this time. He still pins you against the inside of your apartment door but it's gentle, firm. His hands caress your body as he unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

“I ever tell ya that blue’s my favorite color.” He mumbles as kneels down to help you take off your shoes. His lips graze your ankle as he places one of your ankles on his shoulder. Your back presses against the door as Joel's lips move up your leg. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he stops right before your underwear. He hooks his fingers along the band and pulls them down.

“That’s more like it.” He grabs your hips firmly as he buries his face in between your legs.

“Joel!” You gasp as he buries his tongue in your pussy. Your hands reach for his hair, tugging at it whenever he brushes your clit. His scruff adds a whole other sensation of pleasure. If it weren't for his grip you’d have melted right into the floor.

He devours you. Cherishes every second he has in between your legs. He savors it. Before he had to take as much as he could because he didn’t know if this would be his only chance. But now, he knows he has time. He has many nights where he can worship you, taste you, fuck you. In every room, on every surface, in any way.

So why hurry now?

Your legs are on fire as Joel refuses to let up. He grabs your ass and pushes you closer to him. You let out a cry of frustration as he pulls away licking his lips.

“Don’t look so sad baby,” Joel teases as he stands up. His hands sliding up your body until he’s at your wrists and pulling you to the bedroom.

Joel sheds his clothes and takes out a condom as soon as you reach the bedroom. You crawl on the bed and lay there, watching as he strips. He’s so fucking hot you think to yourself as your hand travels down.

You rub your clit in slow circles while you watch. Joel turns around and his smile drops, turning into a smirk instead as he climbs on the bed. He grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed.

“Now what do you think you’re doin’?” He leans down and pins both your wrists above your head.

“Touchin’ what’s mine? Naughty baby.” He purrs in your ear making you whine.

“I need you Joel.” You beg as you spread your legs, inviting him to fuck you.

“Say please, baby.” He strokes his cock, barely holding back from shoving his cock in you to make you scream.

“Please Sir, I’ll be good.” You say as you bat your eyelashes. You smirk when you see Joel’s eyes pop. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. He recovers quickly as he lets go of your wrists and props your ass up.

He shoves his cock in deep. Really fucking deep. The air is punched out of you as Joel sets a hard slow pace. Filling you up slowly, so you can feel it all. Inch by inch until he can’t go any further. Then he pulls back just as slow. His eyes are glued to watching as your cunt sucks his cock. Not wanting it to leave. It’s so wet, so hot, so beautiful. You groan as he pulls out, its torture to wait but its all worth it when he thrusts his hips again.

“So beautiful baby,” Joel leans down and kisses your forehead.

His hands lock with yours as he fucks you faster. Not rough, tonight wasn't the time to be rough. He can always save that for tomorrow. He watches as your face twists in pleasure. You squeeze his hands as you feel yourself getting closer.

Joel brings his lips to your ear. He bites the shell of your ear as his pace becomes sloppy. It feels too fucking good to stop and he needs you to finish.

“Fuck, can’t hold on much longer baby. Need ya to come for me. Can you do that? Be a good for me and come.” You cry out as Joel lets go of your hands to grab your hips and pound into you.

You clutch the sheets as your legs shake and your head floats to the sky. Joel groans loudly as he relentlessly fucks you until he’s emptied into the condom.

He’s breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. You're still recovering as Joel pulls out and heads to the bathroom. You sigh contentedly as your body melts into the sheets.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” Joel jokes as he comes back to bed.

He pulls a blanket over you and you curl into him. He’s warm and comforting and you feel safe in his arms. He rubs your back gently until you fall asleep in his arms. Joel shuts off the light and closes his eyes.

Maybe there is something wrong with him. He shouldn’t feel this happy, this content. At least that’s what he thinks. But he does. You make him happier than he’s been in so long. He knows down the line that there will be consequences. But for now he forgets about them.

Deciding to choose you instead.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you

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marlenesluv · 7 months

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Hiiiii beautiful. I an idea if you don't want to write it. that's okay. I have this imagine like charles dating an plusize (face claim : Javiera or courtney jean l just loves them ) but when they announced their relationship but she just getting a lot of hate but she just doesn't care about this hate but charles don't like this and release a statement to stop this hate. and again if you don't want to write it that's okay 💞💞

Hate doesn’t bother me. (CL)

hi, love!! and no no, i love this so much! charles is such a protective cutie, this is so sweet. i’m assuming this is a smau, if you want a fic as well, js lemme know! :) 💓

face claim: javiera

warnings: fans being mean, one fat shaming comment (dw, it’s shut down)

note: i have been fat shamed before, it’s not fun. so pls pls be kind to everyone. every single one of these beautiful humans on earth are amazing and sexc. don’t be a cunt.

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^ check my list for all posts! ^

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y/n.user: panamá is perfect for dates, don’t ya think?

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user57: why tf did charles leclerc like this?

|> user04: he could js be friends with her? idk man

yourbsf: OKAYYYY YOU ATE BABE🤎🤎

|> y/n.user: AHHHHH ILY🤎

y/n.fp: you look stunningggg

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charles.fans: isn’t charles in panama??

|> char.fp: hopefully not. she is not the vibe fr

|> charles.fans: ikr?? no way she’s with him

lilymhe: ☺️☺️ pretty pretty

|> y/n.user: that’s you🤭

user19: LILY?? oh naw, i don’t need THIS tdy

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charles_leclerc: panama is beautiful, but i can thing of something more beautiful…

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carlossainz55: hope you’re having fun this break! miss you!

|> charles_leclerc: miss you too, bro!!

user46: y/n liked this……

|> charles.fans: i knew this was gonna happen, ew

|> ferrari.fp: he is way out of her league bro….

f1updates: these comments are kinda dramatic but i live for drama

pierregasly: have fun😏

|> charles_leclerc: stop texting me.

|> pierregasly: wow. miss you too🖕

charles.editpage: he’s so hot

user10: i refuse to believe that he’s there with y/n, she’s j not pretty like his other ex’s were

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y/n.user: wtf is a soft launch?

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user56: that was bold….

|> user03: nah cuz who tf does she think she is?

charles.fans: byeee😭 this is NOT real

charles_leclerc: we don’t know what a soft launch is😋

|> y/n.user: nopeeee

char.myhub: NOOOOO. HER BUT NOT ME???

ferrari.fanpage: she’s so ugly what is going onnnn

|> y/n.fp: she’s not tho….

|> ferrari.fanpage: she is. she’s bigger than him

|> y/n.fp: ur actually mad bc she’s not a size 0? grow tf up fr. she’s literally a MODEL, and what are you bebe?

|> ferrari.fanpage: shes a PLUS SIZED model.

|> y/n.fp: what’s ur point? you are NOT a model😭you’re fr j mad cuz she bagged charles and you didn’t. grow up

carmenmmundt: you guys are so cute

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F1 Wag Updates @f1wagupdates • 3hr

Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, has officially announced his relationship with Model, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N has always faced a certain level of hate for being a plus sized model, and with recent news relating Charles, it has only gotten worse.

We ask that you please keep rude comments to a minimum, preferably none. Keep insults to yourself, lets support Y/N and Charles. They seem like quite the happy couple.

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y/n.user: vacation is coming to a close :( but i can’t wait to see you shine this year on the track <3

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charles_leclerc: i can’t wait to have you dressed in head to toe ferrari gear :)

|> y/n.user: i can’t wait either, my love

user71: i genuinely can not accept this

charles.fanpage: shes so ugly, pls break uppppppp

carlossainz55: excited to have a new face in the paddock! can’t wait to meet :)

|> y/n.user: awe, i can’t wait to meet either! charles rly talked you up

|> carlossainz55: he did??

|> charles_leclerc: no…

user49: this is not real this is not real this is not real

yourbsf: stunner

|> y/n.user: i miss you

|> yourbsf: i miss you sm more

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charles_leclerc: i don’t know what i did to gain such an angel in my life. someone who makes me smile from a simple text notification to seeing you when i wake up. i can not fathom the hate my girlfriend is receiving. you do not know her or me, don’t go around on social media like you do. i haven’t been this happy ever. don’t compare her to other people, dont belittle her, and do not leave rude comments. i am sick and tired. i love you, ma cherié. it’s a miracle that you can put up with me <3

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y/n.user: i love you so much. the hate doesn’t bother me as long as you’re here

|> charles_leclerc: i have no idea how nothing bothers you

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#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc instagram au #smau

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whatsmymeme · 10 months

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Liar Liar Pants On Fire

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader

Request: Okay...So...I need an imagine with Bradley Bradshaw where the reader is the little sister of Jake Seresin and they have been keeping it a secret from Jake that they're together because Jake is extreeemely overprotective with her. If you could wiggle a little part in there where Jake discovers that they're together...Hehe. Love your writing boo. Thanks!

Warning(s): Language

Authors Note: Oh what I would give to be the little sister of good ol' Jake :) Thank you for giving my writing a chance. You're awesome. I hope you enjoy!

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"Well, guess who decided to show up?" Jake asked, his face clearly showing his displeasure. You chuckled nervously as you scooted the seat out from underneath the table. You sat down across from your brother. "Care to explain where you've been dear sister?"

"I was over at Courtney's," You lied, completely avoiding eye contact. You laid the napkin out on your lap. "It was fun."

"I'm sure it was," Jake agreed, nodding his head. He looked over at the home phone and then returned his attention back to you. "Speaking of Courtney. She called just a few minutes ago and asked if you were available to hang out on Friday."

"Oh, really? That's funny that she wants to hang out again so soon," You responded nervously, continuing to keep your gaze away from Jake's. "I guess we had such a great time together she wanted more!"

"Yeah, Courtney asked if you'd be available because she's not getting home from her vacation in Tokyo until Friday," Jake stated sternly. You paused and slowly raised your eyes up to meet your brother's unamused facial expression. "Lying to your big brother. Wow...Where were you really [Y/N]?"

"A friend's house," You quickly responded, not feeling as bad. You were practically telling the truth. Bradley was a friend. "Can you pass the salt and pepper please?"

Jake didn't move a muscle and kept his deep brown eyes fixated on you. The longer he stared at you, you started to recognize the look he gives you when he wants you to share a secret with him. Typically, it works, which in other words meant...You were doomed. You couldn't take it anymore as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Actually, I lost my appetite," You swiftly exclaimed. You slipped the napkin off your lap and slammed it on the table. "I'll be in my room."

You briefly excused yourself and Jake and his face fell into a frown as he watched you walk away. Did you not trust him anymore? His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach. He felt as if he wasn't as close to you as he used to be. In reality, you didn't want to tell Jake where you were because if he knew, all hell would break loose.

You only believed that to happen because you were in a relationship with Bradley Bradshaw. Jake was unaware that you had a boyfriend, let alone, having Bradley as your boyfriend. It was different because Jake and Bradley knew each other and they knew each other quite well. You knew that Jake would lose his mind if he found out you were dating Bradley.

You shut the door to your room and climbed into your bed. As you curled up, you immediately noticed a missing piece of jewelry. You sat up and started feeling around the bed, thinking that it might have dropped when you got in bed. You had no success in finding it. Your phone suddenly buzzed and you took it out.

Bradley had texted you.

Hey sweetie. You forgot this at my place.

Bradley had attached a picture of him holding the bracelet that you were looking for. It was as if he knew you were looking for it right then and there. You were impressed.

You're a lifesaver. Thank you Bradley. I'll be right there.

Fortunately, Bradley didn't live too far from you. You knew that Jake was downstairs, so you couldn't leave out the front door. You looked out your window and you knew it was a crazy idea, but you've been through crazy things. So...Jumping out a window wasn't even that bad compared to other stunts you've pulled.

You shut the lights off, shoved some pillows under a pile of blankets and it made it look like there was a body underneath it. As you looked at your final masterpiece, you gave it a nod in confirmation and softly muttered, "Sorry big brother." Before opening your window and climbing out of it. Love makes you do some crazy things.

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"It was a close call, Bradley," You sighed, sitting beside Bradley on his living room couch. "I almost broke and told Jake that we were together."

"I'm glad you didn't," Bradley expressed, putting his arm around you. You laid your head on his chest. "Jake doesn't need to know about us."

You closed your eyes as you shifted your position to lie your head down on his lap. Bradley took his fingers and ran them gently through your hair. Bradley started talking to you about his day. Your eyes fluttered shut as his soothing voice started to put you to sleep. In the midst of Bradley massaging your head, the rhythm of your heartbeat began to slow down. You were falling asleep and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on Bradley's lap.

As Bradley realized you had fallen asleep, all he did was chuckle and lean back his head to join you. It wasn't long until he fell asleep too.

Bradley...

ROOSTER! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!

You shot up from your sleep, instantly recognizing the screaming voice of your older brother. You had thought it was a dream, but the loud knocks were as clear as day. It was real life. It had awoken Bradley as well. You shrieked silently and rolled off of Bradley as Jake continued to bang his fist on the door.

"Oh shit!" You muttered, frantically climbing up to your feet. "I'm so dead if Jake finds me here!"

"Hide under the couch," Bradley advised. "As long as nobody sits on it, you should be fine under there."

You nodded, just going along with his advice because you needed to hide as soon as possible. As you shimmied your way underneath the couch, you saw the white-socked feet of your boyfriend make his way to the front door. The door opened and you saw the pair of your brothers shoes enter Bradley's home.

"What took you so long to answer?" Jake asked, leaving his shoes at the front door. "You're usually instant when I knock."

"I was in the kitchen," Bradley lied. Jake sighed and walked into the living room. Your eyes widened as you saw Jake walk toward the couch you were hiding underneath. "What do you need this late at night?"

"It's [Y/N]," Jake huffed, plopping himself onto the couch. Bradley's eyes widened, expecting to hear you react, but you kept your mouth shut. He was impressed. "I tried talking to her tonight, but she was actin' real weird. I feel like she doesn't trust me anymore. You know?"

"Yeah, I definitely know what you mean," Bradley responded, walking up to him. "I haven't seen [Y/N] in a while. How is she doing?"

"She's doing alright. She's definitely hiding something from me though. I know it," Jake indicated, adjusting his posture on the couch. The couch was sinking down a little bit from the weight of your older brother. You could feel it lightly on your back, but you were doing okay. "I just want to know what's going on."

"I'm not sure wh-"

"Wait, I need to show you something," Jake interrupted, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and patted the seat beside him. "Come. Sit. I found a video that I thought you'd find hilarious."

Your eyes widened. You knew if Bradley were to sit down, the couch would definitely sink down to the point where it would be crushing you.

"Actually, I'm not really in the mood to watch-"

"Oh shut up."

Jake reached out for Bradley's arm and dragged him down right down onto the couch beside him.

"OW!!!"

Bradley frantically got up off the couch and Jake raised his eyebrows. "What in the hell was that?!"

"I uh-" Bradley stumbled upon his words as he tried to think of an excuse. "I-It was my dog!"

"You don't have a damn dog, Bradley!"

Jake stood up and looked down as you climbed out from underneath the couch. Jake's jaw dropped to the floor as he saw that it was his little sister. You hastily climbed up to your feet. You came face to face with a bright red-faced brother. You released a small chuckle.

"I can explain," You softly whispered, trying to act as innocent as possible. Jake inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. Your eyes widened, knowing what was coming next. You snapped your eyes at Bradley. "RUN!!!"

Bradley reached out for your hand and grabbed it. Bradley holding your hand seemed to have increased Jake's tantrum. You both burst out of the door and started running.

"Where are we going?!" You shouted, running hand in hand with Bradley. "I don't know where to go!"

"Far away from Jake!" Bradley shouted back, huffing and puffing from running so fast. "We'll give him some time to cool off!"

"Yup! Sounds like a plan to me!" You yelled, your heart racing. "Maybe we should have told him instead of trying to hide it!"

"We wouldn't be running hand in hand down some street if we did," Bradley pointed out, tightening his grip on your hand. "In other words, you make life fun [Y/N]! That's why I love you so much!"

You laughed and loudly announced, "I love you too Bradley!"

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Previous // Next

Hey Mat, Long time no see, or write, or anything really.. feel free to rip this letter to shreds if you feel like it, I wouldn’t blame you. I didn’t exactly plan on dipping like that and I’m sure you’re probably pissed, or were but if you somehow manage to get through this stupid thing, then thanks… I’m doing better, thankfully.. sorted my shit out, like you said, as much as I think I can anyway… I’ve been clean for a while now, bar a few mishaps but I guess I should know by now that fucking up is just a part of myself that I can’t really change. I always liked that about you guys though, how you never judged me for it, I’ve found some pretty neat people here too, for the most part. I kinda cut my parents off too, but I dunno if I feel bad about that or not yet, guess I’m still figuring it out. I might give em another chance but half of me expects nothing to change, so I dunno… I kinda miss the Bay n’ stuff sometimes too y’know? Maybe not the rain though.. but I think I got so used to leaving things behind I didn’t really think it’d be any different this time around, maybe I was wrong. I’m doing okay, I guess.. but there’s a piece of me that feels like maybe I left a part of myself behind too. That sounds a bit dramatic huh? I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this… I suppose I’ve kinda been letting myself think about the past recently, someone got into my head about using it to move ahead instead of running from it and like, the elephant in the room n’ all that? I’m grateful you talked some sense into me before I did something I might’ve regretted not that I would have I didn’t mean to put you in that position though and I’m sorry if you thought maybe it was your fault that I left, cos it wasn’t. So uh can’t believe I just wrote uh out but I just wanted to apologise for leaving the way I did, without saying anything, and I hope none of you hate me for it and I hope you’re doing okay, no, better than okay! I really hope you worked things out with the whole Pixie thing too, I still think that was amazing, what you did I think it’d be neat if you had a relationship with her. Sometimes I wonder if I helped at all hopefully she’s doing good, either way though cos whatever you decided was for the best, no doubt. This letter is a rambling mess, I know.. but hopefully it’s better than nothing you can burn it if you want Can you tell I flunked lang/lit? I skipped write a letter day too I guess, my bad hah.. never was any good with words, written or spoken, but I’m sure you remember that. Anyway, say hi to everyone for me if you want, but you don’t have to - especially Oscar & Courtney, they don’t know how much they helped me.. and lil Robin, but I bet he’s not so little anymore. I shouldn’t have waited so long but uh.. better late than never? Okay peace.. T x ps. I almost didn’t post this but someone practically dragged me to the post box and now I’m nervous at the thought of you reading it.. which I’ll bet you find pretty funny, which is why I told you I guess pps. I don’t expect you to write back so dw about it if you don’t

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Pick you up at 12? x Can’t make it… Why not? I’m sick I already bought tickets! Do you want me to come over, nurse you back to health? ;) I’m good, take someone else x Fiiine, get some rest sweet cheeks xx

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Round 5, Match 8

propaganda below the cut! (wall of text warning)

Tracy Chapman:

"I can’t think of anything clever to say because I’m too busy sighing dreamily"

"GUYS ITS FUCKING TRACY CHAPMAN VOTE FOR HER OR ELSE ILL EAT PLAYDOUGH"

"Tracy Chapman made the best song of all time (fast car)"

"ik im the hope sandoval guy but if hope doesn't make it tracy has to she made me realize i was a lesbian i just thought i was bi then i listened to her and now im a lesbian she is powerful she is strength if you looked at her and looked at my art you would see 20 years of inspiration from one single woman"

"she's too good to commit atrocities to me but im the gore guy and you aren't for that. i would let her take out my vocal chords and use them as floss. i would have her saw down my bones to make a vinyl of her music. i would go on all fours and let her slaughter me like a pig. i want to be her cat"

"The most powerful written and performed voice of the 90s. Everyone, of any nationality or belief system, could feel the words Tracy Chapman sang. She gets her dues but deserves even more."

Kathleen Hanna:

"if you don't think kathleen hanna is the coolest person ever you're WRONG she's better than everyone and more gorgeous than everyone"

"i think if she was my age and we went to middle school together she would've been my queer awakening. she would've been who i considered my "first girl crush" and ii'm so in love with her she's kathleen fucking hanna <3"

"IS PROPAGANDA EVEN NEEDED!!!! She fronted a whole genre, bagged arguerably the best beastie boy, got into a fight with courtney love, invented the phrase girl power, helped nirvana to its success, and looked like a god while doing all this."

"Kurt Cobain this, Nirvana that. IF KATHLEEN HANNA WASNT ALIVE THERE WOULD BE NO SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT. I mean- who else could be able to say that they had a whole ass movie made about them that's literally titled THE punk singer??? She's THE moment. THE icon."

"vote kathleen or you hate FEMINISM!!!!"

"A vote for Kathleen is a vote for riot girls everywhere"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #tracy chapman #kathleen hanna #bikini kill

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baby, please - part 22 (finale)

Holy shit...now what?

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of unsupportive family members. Thanks again to the Sims for determining the outcome of this pregnancy. Mentions of breast feeding (a fed baby is a happy baby, no matter where it comes from!). Mentions of being in pain and on pain killers (C-section). Hospital setting but it's not too obvious. Mention of drinking wine. Like one swear word. Not proofread (what a surprise). Word count: 4,256 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This is it! The last chapter! Thank you again to everyone who has read, commented, and reblogged any parts of this fic along the way, even when I took a 3 month break. It's been an experience writing this, but I've enjoyed every second of it 😊

Also, the poll figures showed that you mostly thought the twins would be girls!

Part 21 ● Series Masterlist

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the sting in your abdomen from your Caesarean wound and fresh stitches, where the painkillers were starting to wear off.

The second thing you notice is that it’s still dark outside, meaning it’s either very late at night, or very early in the morning.

The third thing you notice is, although it’s dark out, your room is softly illuminated by a small lamp in one corner of the room. You see Santi sat in the chair in the corner, looking down at the bundle in his arms, who was sleeping soundly, the second bundle sleeping equally as soundly in the plastic hospital bassinet by you.

You slowly sit up in your bed, hissing at the pain in your abdomen. You see Santi from the corner of your eye look over at you, his brow furrowed in concern. “Do you need me to call for a doctor?” he whispered, still sounding too loud in the quiet room.

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay.” Santi nods at you before turning back to the baby in his arms. You watch them for a minute, a fond smile on your face before you ask, “Is she okay?”

Santi gives his own smile before nodding. “She was fussing a little, but she went right back to sleep.”

You nod, looking at your new family.

Your daughters (daughters!) came into the world screaming and kicking. Isabela María, named after Santi’s mother, was born at 7:03pm, weighing 5lbs and 7oz. Her identical sister, Jasmine Terese, followed no more than six minutes later, entering the world at 7:09pm at 6lbs exactly. Dr Montgomery was impressed with their weights and sang your praises as she held them over the partition to show you each time, and they were the most perfect things you had ever seen. You had immediately burst into tears as soon as you saw the two of them.

They both had a head of dark hair, thanks to their daddy, and even as they scrunched their little faces as they cried, you thought they were the most beautiful things to have ever graced your life. Once they were measured and checked over, and wrapped up in some blankets, Dr Montgomery had them brought over to you and Santiago (who had been quietly sobbing to himself, but you’ll pretend you never noticed until the day you died).

The next hour or so was a blur to you as you were stitched up and the twins were taken away to the NICU for monitoring, to see how well they were breathing. With some reassurance from yourself that you would be fine, Santi never left the girls’ sides, keeping a watch over them. You saw him sneak some photos of the girls on his phone, looking like a proud dad.

You were wheeled out of theatre and were heading back to you room where you sent a text message to your friends, explaining that your babies were sent for monitoring. Santi was with them, and if they wanted to wait, they could, but it might be better for them to come back tomorrow. Your friends came to see you anyway, just for a few minutes, where Beth was FaceTiming Gabrielle to keep her in the loop.

As soon as Beth and Courtney saw you, they burst into tears, making their way over to you and enveloping you in a hug, telling you how proud they were of you and how amazing you did. You fought back tears of your own, telling them that you had had girls, which they both somehow cried even harder at, commenting on how you were all convinced you were having boys.

After some more fussing, and Courtney gathering her things, they promised that they’d be back the next day to meet them, and they would bring you some food from home because they knew how terrible hospital food was. You give them a goodbye, telling them to let Santi’s friends know that he wasn’t going to be out for a while, to which Courtney said that Santi had already text his friends to let them know to come back in the morning, and the guys left not that long ago. Knowing them, they’d be back the next day too.

Santi was back within an hour of your friends leaving with Dr Montgomery, wheeling your girls (your girls!) in their bassinets. Dr Montgomery gave you a smile, telling you that your daughters were perfect, that there were no issues, and you would probably be home in the next few days. You thank her profusely, before you and Santi are finally left alone for the first time as a new family. Santi dressed the twins which took longer than it should have (“They’re delicate! Have you seen the size of them!?”), and your heart fluttered in your chest at seeing them in their little outfits, looking soft and cosy.

A breastfeeding consultant was sent to your room to guide you through your first feed with your daughters, who took to it like a duck to water. You wanted to cry with pride, since they were doing so well already, being barely two hours old. You saw Santi look away with a slight blush on his face, causing you to smirk and make a quip about how he’s seen you naked (to which he gave you a look before turning away again, to strip out of his scrubs). He made a comment about going getting his overnight bag from the car, and quickly making his way out.

You felt a little bad that he felt uncomfortable around you still, but it was something you would both just have to work on.

Which brings you to now, where you watch Santi from his place in the armchair, holding Isabela as she slept. You frown at him. “Have you gotten any sleep at all?”

Santi hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not yet.”

“Santi,” you gently chastise. “Put her down and get some sleep.”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, I’m fine. Besides, what if she needs me again?”

Oh, be still your beating heart.

“I’m sure she’ll wake us up if she needs anything, and Jasmine,” you say gently.

With a final look at Isabela, Santi gives a sigh before carefully standing and taking her to her bassinet. He stands at the bassinet for a moment, just looking at her before he gently places her down. She made the smallest whimper before settling back to sleep with a big sigh. He slowly moves her bassinet to join Jasmine’s, before stopping and looking down at them both.

Santi doesn’t move immediately, just staring at his daughters, before he finally breaks the silence in the room.

“I can’t believe I almost gave this up,” Santi said quietly, sadly, without looking away from your babies.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavy with the weight of Santi's confession. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a mixture of regret and self-doubt as he uttered those words that seemed to hang in the air like a cloud of uncertainty, and you felt your heart break for him.

As you shook your head gently, your eyes met his. “Don't...don't think about that, okay?” you murmured softly, with a mixture of understanding and compassion. “You're here now.”

The silence lingered. Santi's gaze shifted, descending upon the tiny figures nestled in their bassinets, their innocence a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I was in special ops,” he says, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of disbelief. “And that was less scary than this.”

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his words, the admission of his innermost fears laid bare before you. With a sympathetic gaze, you say, “Being a new parent isn't something that people just know what to do,” you reassured him gently. “We'll learn as we go, and it's okay to be a little scared.”

As you looked at Isabela and Jasmine, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a beacon of hope amidst his darkness of doubt. “They'll be so happy you stayed,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet conviction. “They're going to love you, so much.”

Just as much as I love you.

You swallow against the words, knowing now isn’t the right time.

A fragile smile graced Santi's lips at your words, where he gives you a quick glance before his gaze falls back on the sleeping forms of his daughters, the most fragile beings in the entire world. Damn, no-one warned him they’d be so tiny. They were so peaceful and asleep, and they were so small! They were the most fragile things in the world. There was no way he was letting anything happen to them. They had to stay little forever so he could do everything for them.

“I want to be the father they deserve,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a newfound resolve. “To be the man they can look up to.”

“You already are,” you assured him, your words almost stern. He looks up at you, his eyes intense. “I know you’re doubting yourself, but you’ve got a great support system; you have me, Frankie, Will, and God knows Benny is already in love with these two.”

Santi gave a snort of amusement. “He’s gonna cry as soon as he lays his eyes on them.”

You give a small laugh before looking at him again with a soft look on your face. “You know, when you left after saying you didn't want to be involved...it hurt. It hurt more than I can put into words," you began, your tone mix of vulnerability and strength. “I felt abandoned, alone, and completely overwhelmed, but I was determined to do it alone, for our girls.”

Santi tenses, a look of shame overcoming him, but you continue before he could say anything.

“But you came back," you say. “And for that, I'm incredibly grateful. I’m happy that you chose to step up, to be here, to be a father to our kids.” You smile at him, seeing his shoulders relax a touch. “Though I’m still a little pissed that you left, I'm also thankful that you came back. I’m glad that we can navigate this crazy, beautiful mess together.”

Santi give a small chuckle before he reaches out to you, and you reach out to hold his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, for leaving. For making you feel like that, after everything we’d been through to get here,” he said. “I’m going to live with the guilt for the rest of my life, but fuck, knowing I made the right decision to come back was so worth it.”

And in that moment, amidst the commotion of your new reality, you finally felt a sense of unity with Santi, even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted. You don’t know what the future held for the two of you, if you’d ever admit your feelings for him, of if you’ll eventually move on and find someone else, but despite that, you were bound together by the unbreakable bond of parenthood, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

However, in that fleeting moment, amidst the silence of the early morning hours in that hospital room, there was a small feeling of hope, slowly blossoming like a fragile flower.

“Watch her head, Benny.”

“I know how to hold a baby,” said Benny, giving Will a firm look before his expression softened as he looked down at Jasmine, who was sleeping soundly after you had just fed her and Isabela.

Isabela was settled in the arms of Frankie, who was lightly swaying as he grinned at the bickering brothers. Santi had left the room to take a phone call with his sister, Mariana, who had been checking up on him every few hours and was trying to organise a day where she and his other sister, Carmen, could come and visit and meet you and the kids. He was trying to put her off for at least a few weeks, until there was some sort of routine.

After your talk during the very early hours of the morning, Santi had decided to stay at your place, to help with the girls why you recovered, just until you were back on your feet. You’d protested, telling him that he really didn’t have to that, that you’d need him to do that, but he immediately shot you down. You tearily looked at him and thanked him, before Jasmine had started crying, to which Santi had no hesitation in picking her up.

“How you holding up?” Frankie asked you, still swaying Isabela. You weren’t sure if he knew he was doing it or not. “You know, after the whole…”

He goes quiet, nodding his head towards the door where Santi had walked out of. You smiled at him. “I’m doing okay. Glad he pulled his head out of his ass in time.”

Frankie grinned. “Took a bit of a verbal beating from us, after he told us he was leaving. The fucking idiot – oop, sorry.” He pulled a sheepish face as he looked down at Isabela, who had eventually fallen asleep during Frankie’s swaying.

You gave a small laugh of amusement as Benny looks up from Jasmine. “Your girls been yet?”

You shrug at him. “Just Beth. She came this morning with Georgia, they left not long before you got here. Gabs and Courtney are gonna come by later when Courtney’s finished work. Gabs has the kids again.”

Benny seemed to stop for a moment, in thought, before he finally nodded and turned back to Jasmine. You don’t ask him why he asked about your friends, you just assume he was being friendly since he was sat with Beth and Courtney in the waiting room last night.

When Beth had arrived that morning, she’d immediately fawned over your children, bursting into tears at how ‘beautiful they were’, and congratulating you and Santi. She’d even given Santi a hug, then threatened him to never leave you after the first time. He’d admitted he was an idiot, and it wouldn’t happen again. She’d accepted that answer, but still gave you a look as she picked up Jasmine for a cuddle.

After a while, as she and Georgia swapped the twins around, she’d asked about your family, and if you’d told them you’d had the babies. You paused before you eventually shake your head at her, telling her that they hadn’t bothered to respond to your messages or contact you at any point during your pregnancy, so you decided to just…let it go.

Even if it tore you up inside.

At least you weren’t crying about it anymore.

Beth had pulled a face and told them it was their loss anyway, that they’re going to be missing out on knowing the best little girls around. You agreed with her.

Santi made his way back in the room, hanging up his phone. He sighed, before running his hand through his hair. “So my sisters will be arriving next week.”

“Ay, hermano,” said Frankie, smirking. “Grow a backbone.”

Santi wordlessly gave Frankie a gentle swat on the arm, being careful of Isabela, before leaning down to you and giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “Sorry I was gone so long, corazón, Carmen wouldn’t get off the phone.”

You ignored how your heart leaped at the feel of his lips on you. You weren’t going to think too hard about it, it was just because of the babies, it has nothing to do with you. You’re the mother of his kids, he’s going to be affectionate with you, especially when you had just given birth. He was just being nice. Protective.

Like you said, you weren’t going to think too much about it.

“I’ll get her and Mariana to stay at my place,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay at my place, Santi, really – “

“No, stop fighting me on this, I’m helping out with the girls.” Santi gave you a stern look. “You can barely walk, I’ll stay, it’s fine.”

Frankie gives you an amused look over Santi’s shoulder, and you felt the urge to stick your tongue out at him. You end up looking back at Santi, before giving a shy smile. “Okay.”

He grins at your relenting. “Thank you. I’m trying to make it up to you for being a dick to you, but you’re being too nice.”

“You weren’t – “

“No, he was,” said Will before you could finish your sentence, crossing his arms over his chest. “He was a dick.”

“The biggest,” agreed Benny, looking away from Jasmine to nod at you.

“Okay, okay,” Santi called, holding his hands up in surrender. “Not in front of my girls, please.”

You watch in amusement as Santi get’s ribbed by his friends, but he gave just as good as he got.

As the banter between Santi and his friends continues, you can't help but feel a warmth in your chest, seeing the camaraderie and genuine connection they share. Despite the teasing and playful jabs, there's an underlying bond that speaks volumes about their friendship. You know that your girls were going to grow up to be the most protected kids in the world.

In that moment, you realize how far you’ve come in the past few months; to an unplanned pregnancy and finding the love of your life (even if he doesn’t know it), and growing yourself as a person (and growing two persons of your own!). As you gaze around the room, your heart swells with gratitude for the connections forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances. How you truly know who your family is, and a part of them are in this very hospital room.

The guys leave after another hour, telling you that they were happy to help you out whenever you needed, before they were herded out the door by Santi, saying you needed rest since your friends were arriving later.

You bask in the suddenly quiet room after Santi closes the door after him. You look at Isabela and Jasmine asleep in their bassinets. Santi soon came back in the room, smiling softly at you before checking over the girls. “You okay?” he eventually asked you, digging around in his bag for a moment.

“Yeah. Tired,” you replied.

“Get some sleep, I can look after them,” said Santi. “But first…”

He pulled out a familiar paper bag from his bag, and a small box. You look at him curiously. “Is that the bag that Frankie bought?”

“After Ikea? It is,” he said, perching himself next to you on the bed. He passed you the bag. “I had these commissioned by Sarah when I found out we were having girls, which was why you couldn’t look at them. Then when we finally decided on names, I had her change them a little.”

You open the bag, pausing before tears fill your eyes. You give him a watery smile before you pull out the two matching, pale pink, and lavender patchwork blankets, decorated with embroidered white and yellow flowers. You run your fingers over the stitching, feeling how soft the blankets were. You look over them before your gaze lands on the bottom corner, where you trace your fingers over their names that had been embroidered in the corners. “Santi, these are gorgeous. I’m scared to use them!”

“Stop, they’re supposed to be used,” he said. “Even if they puke all over them, or other bodily fluids.”

You laugh at that.

“And these,” he said, handing you the box. “Are for you.”

You take the box, which fit in the palm of your hand. You recognised it immediately, and you opened them to see the two charms, in the letters I and J, with a red gemstone in each of them.

“Garnets,” he said.

“January birth stone,” you said, smiling at him as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You laugh at yourself. “I am far too emotional for you to be giving me things like this.”

“Stop, I planned to give these to you, I want to give these things to you,” he said. “I need you to understand that I made a bad judgement and a stupid mistake, and I’ll be trying to make things right for the rest of my life, for you and our girls. You’re important to me.”

You swallow against your tears, but you sob anyway, giving a watery smile. “You’re important to me too.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, bringing you into his arms gently.

And you believed him.

“Careful, careful!”

“I am being careful, Santi,” you say, making your way towards your house from his car (his car!).

“I’m going to have to level these flags out, they’re a trip hazard – “

“You will do no such thing, Santiago, not with your knees,” you say to him, raising your eyebrows at him, daring him to challenge you.

He mutters something in Spanish as he carries the car seats containing your girls, who had fallen asleep from the movements of the car, to your front door, where he unlocked it and stepped in.

You had finally been discharged from the hospital, and you were able to go home. It had been a trying afternoon, with lots of tears as you tried to manoeuvre yourself with a C-section wound, and two very needy babies who just wanted to be on you all the time. You had to take a time out getting to the wheelchair, where Santi did his best to calm the girls, and to calm you.

Eventually, you made it out of the hospital and into Santi’s car, where he’d wrestled a little bit with the car seats before finally having the girls secure safely in the back of the car. Once you were settled in, Santi proceeded to drive well under the speed limit on the way back to your house. He glared at anyone who even gave him a funny look for driving so slowly, which made you giggle and make the quip that he could drive a bit quicker.

“No,” he’s said firmly. “You’re delicate, and they’re delicate. I am not driving any faster.”

You followed Santi into your house, where he was taking the girls out of their car seats. Gabrielle had been over to your house that morning, on your request, to arrange your house a little for your arrival. She’d bought some playmats down from the girls’ bedroom, and set up their bassinets in the living room so you didn’t have to tackle the stairs as soon as you got home.

Santi settled your babies in the bassinets before sighing, seemingly glad that everyone was safe and sound. “I’ll go and get our bags from the car, and we can have some dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

“Sushi,” you reply with no hesitation.

Santi gives an amused snort before nodding. “Sushi it is.”

“And I might have a teeny tiny glass of wine,” you say, grinning. “Just a small one.” You put your thumb and forefinger together, with just a tiny gap between them.

Santi laughs. “You deserve it.”

He disappeared outside, getting the bags from the car. You gently lower yourself down on your couch, sighing in relief as you get off your feet. Dr Montgomery had prescribed you some painkillers for you C-section for as and when you needed, and you know it’s going to be a tough recovery but with Santi’s help, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

He comes back in the house, laden with bags, before he sets them down by your front door, and closes it. He takes a look around your living room properly, saying, “You’ve made this place pretty nice.”

“I had a lot of time on my hands last week,” you say. “I needed something to do.”

Santi nodded, before his eyes drift over to Jasmine, who started fussing in her bassinet. As you went to stand, he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down, before pulling his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. “Here, have a look at what you want to eat, I’ll settle her.”

You take his phone and thank him as he made his way over to Jasmine, cooing at her, asking her what’s wrong as he lifted her from her bassinet. He set about to change her diaper. You scroll through the food app for a moment before your eyes drifted over to him, admiring him without his knowledge.

You felt happy. Content. This wasn’t what you imagined your life would turn out like, and sure, you and Santi did things a little unconventionally, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Everything worked out in the end, even if Santi did have a wobble about becoming a dad, even if your feelings for him will go unsaid and kept to yourself. You were okay with that, as long as he was there for your girls.

You sigh as you smile at the scene before you, of Santi telling Jasmine about his early days in the army, how he met Uncle Frank, and how loved they already were. Even though you did everything backwards with Santi and your girls, you look forward to the next chapter of your life and couldn’t wait to see what it brought.

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