Hey Can I Request An Insta Au Where Charles Has Nail Marks On His Back And Fans And The Drivers Tease

Hey can I request an Insta au where Charles has nail marks on his back and fans and the drivers tease him and his gf... thanks ❤️

Charles Leclerc x shameless!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername when a bear gets credit for your handiwork 😒

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charles_leclerc then you must be the cutest bear i’ve ever seen

carlossainz55 do you need certified smooth operator flirting lessons?

yourusername he’s a lost cause but i love him anyway

charles_leclerc i resent that, my flirting skills are top notch

yourusername the first words you ever said to me were “are you an f1 pitstop? because you can get me from soft to hard in less than 2 seconds” 🤨

carlossainz55 and you still chose to go out with him?

yourusername it was a moment of weakness

arthur_leclerc a bear definitely isn’t the reason i refuse to sleep over in your guest room anymore

yourusername sorry not sorry

charles_leclerc we gave you earplugs

arthur_leclerc they didn’t work and now i’ve been traumatized for the rest of my life

yourusername posted a story

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charles_leclerc my favorite midnight snack

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yourusername i’m your exclusive all you can eat buffet, bon appetit

charles_leclerc don’t mind if i do

pierregasly let me get this straight, y/n claws at you and you eat her?

charles_leclerc we like to leave our mark on each other in our own ways

yourusername charles loves to use my neck as his personal canvas

charles_leclerc just call me the picasso of love bites

feralferrari the king and queen of TMI 🫣

f1wagupdates TMI for you maybe but i’m over here taking notes 🍿📝

call it what you want ✸ cl16

“My baby’s built like a daydream walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to…”

Where… reputations are changing and you’re in love.

includes… slight angst, fluff.

word count… 2.3k

notes… yes, i did make charles win but if it’s written in stone (or on the internet) then i can’t be wrong.

up next, show up, show out. ──── series list.

The anxious pacing across the length of your living room only could distract you so much, the screen of your phone not lighting up with a notification from where you’d been rotating it from the front to the back and then again and again for the past hour.

Open the door, I’m outside.

You’d barely turned the nob when Charles pushed the door open, bags falling unceremoniously to the floor. If it were any other time, he’d admire how the apartment was an extension of you, something you clearly spent a lot of time in.

“No.”

Whatever you had to say died on the tip of your tongue, brows drawing together as your mouth dropped open, trying to figure out what he meant. “No? What?”

“I mean no, we’re not breaking up.” Charles was crossing the length of the room while you stood in the centre watching him. “That’s not what is going to happen.”

“And what is going to happen then?”

Charles stopped in front of you, grabbing your hands. “We’re going to talk it out, whatever it is that you’re feeling because I know you and I know this is not what you want.”

The retorts, the flushing down of your ego, the arguments you’d spent the last near twenty four hours preparing all lost themselves as you stared at him, trying to figure him out. Trying to understand the gentle hold he had on you, like you would crumble if he applied the slightest bit more pressure, yet still strong enough to make you feel like you could never slip away, the way his eyes and body held more emotion than you’d ever felt, no song, no previous love, no rendition of love having ever been this expressive.

“You’re my endgame, chérie,” his lips were close enough to touch, but only just, arms caging you in but still giving you enough space to step away if you’d like. “But if you don’t want… if you think we— I am not worth it, then I’ll walk away. But I’m not going anywhere without a fight.”

It was like he’d spoken the words you’d hoped to hear, but the weight of them crushed you. Nobody ever told you how to talk to someone who fought to stay in your life, who pleaded to rest in your heart. Nobody ever taught what to do when someone didn’t walk away, or you didn’t have them coming back to let you know they’d stay. So how could you ask him to just, “stay.”

Charles looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips when you said it again, louder and firmer this time. “I want you to stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told you, and you stood there, close enough to touch and exist as you watched each other, learning every single detail of the other.

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“Okay, so I usually don’t play this song, but tonight felt like it was a good time to switch things up.”

The stage was empty, a single spotlight following you as you walked towards the centre where the piano was set up for you, seat facing the VIP box where you could see the silhouette of a smile. You looked at the keys as you spoke, the melody something familiar that you hoped would stay true.

“So uh,” you pressed down on the keys, the melody one you felt at home with, even after all the time you’d spent without playing it, “you knew when you meet someone new, and then when you hang out with them, you’re supposed to be all cool and be casual and like ‘yeah, I’m having a good time with you’?—“ you looked at the black and white keys, the ages old tune still fresh in your head as if you’d written it just yesterday “— and that’s like… crazy stupid. No, but seriously, this is such an amazing crowd, and I love you… We started this tour way back in the beginning of the year, and it seems like it feels like a lifetime ago because we’re just having so much fun together, with you guys.

When I say we, I mean all the people involved, from catering and security to light and sound and my backup dancers and singers, all of us who’ve been dreaming of something like this our lives and this… this exceeds everything we could have thought of. And also, there would be no show without you guys, who decided to spend a whole night with me, singing your hearts out instead of somewhere else with someone else…”

The crowd cheered on, screaming loudly. You could see the fans closest to you holding onto each other tight, teary eyed smiles as you spoke of them. “So this is for you, for all of you who are here now—in person or at home, watching from somewhere on the internet—and then later to take this all down and repeat it elsewhere. None of us could ever live such a dream, this one that’s exceeding every single possible limit of dreaming when we were kids.”

The melody started sounding louder without you speaking. “I said remember this moment…”

You couldn’t see much beyond the bright lights, but you could see the smile on your mother’s face as she stood up there, watching down on you.

“… I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you. I was screaming long live at the look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid…”

The sudden cheering of the crowd at the changing notes in the piano, to the only ballad on your album made you smile, vision blurring as you started anew.

“There’s glitter on the floor after the party, girl’s carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candles and polaroids on the hardwood floors, you and me from the night before but…”

Charles caught you eye, a soft smile on his face as he mouthed the words along with you, along with the hundreds of others who could see the sudden change in expression as you stayed watching him and your mother sing along.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger, whose laugh I can recognise anywhere.”

The crowd was singing along with you, and despite being unable to see everybody there, you could feel the love and warmth showering over you from them.

“Hold on to the memories, and they’ll hold on to you…”

“How are we feeling?”

The crowds were silent when you caught Charles’ eye one last time, sending him a smile before speaking into the mic. “Before we jet off into the next track, I’d just like to thank you for coming out tonight.”

It felt different seeing the crowds, knowing it’d be a while until you saw them again, like this, but the wide smile that pulled on your cheeks until they hurt wasn’t one that you could lose. “I know it might feel like I’m repeating myself, but I’m so thankful to be able to perform for you one last time. Thank you for coming here, for choosing to spend time with me. Because like, you guys have let me continue living out dreams I thought were something I’d never get back so I guess I’m just trying to say thank you for being there with me and loving me and choosing me. I hope you have the time of your life with us!”

The crowd cheered again, the sound of yelling they loved you loud enough for you to hear making you laugh, head turned towards the floor for second before saying it back. “Alright, now that we’ve had our fun, emotional catharsis, how about we drive off towards some fun?”

It felt like a slow motion, adrenaline filled high, each song moving at a snail’s pace that you were barely keeping track with.

Nothing good… nothing good starts… Don’t blame me, don’t blame me.

A thousand screams, bright smiles and a new beat.

Oh lord save me, my drug is my baby I’ll be using for my rest of my life

Voices screaming even louder, the energy now growing once again from the somber tone you’d adopted into rushing adrenaline.

“Using for the rest of life…”

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The internet was flooded with discourse, both through articles on the subject of the of your immensity of success from your tour and social media accounts mostly focused on the way your eyes never left the VIP box where every single fan knew your family and loved ones that attended happened to be (with obvious love for the fact that you’d managed to prove to every critic that said you’d be singing to empty stadiums that they were wrong).

“Look at this,” Charles angled his phone lower and in front of your face where you’d been tucked against him with a book, showing you his twitter feed on which multiple fan accounts had tweeted about who you were singing to. You chuckled, scrolling through all the tweets and replies. They’d even got tags like ‘THEYRE DATING’ and ‘NEW BOYFRIEND?!!’ trending, along with a skyrocket in yours and Charles’ social media engagement in just over two hours since your concert.

You watched the grainy video somebody took of Charles while you were singing Don’t Blame Me, mouth hung open and eyes wide in awe while the person stated that, I hope Charles can fight because even I want to go home to this every night. You recalled him calling it a religious fucking experience the first time he’d heard you sing it live.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you answered another tweet that said that they’d you ‘to a white twink man’ as if the person behind the fan account was there to hear you, handing him his phone back and laughing at his bewildered face.

“Unfortunately?” he asked, shock seeping in every syllable. You shrugged. “I’ve dated musicians and actors my whole career, this is a different playing field.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown two heads.

“But I think I know how to drop the un in the unfortunate…” you began, watching Charles perk up in interest. “Get me the Lewis Hamilton’s number.”

Charles groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. “I thought it was actually gonna be something useful. I hate you so much, chérie.”

You smiled, patting his head like one would do to sooth an inconsolable child. “Love you too, babe.” Ignoring the look on his face, you continued on, “so we leave tomorrow at six?”

Charles nodded, eyes still watching your every move. “Say it again.”

“We leave at six?” you asked, pointedly ignoring the fact that you’d said the one thing he’d said to after knowing he loves you for the past four months, but Charles was still smiling, so bright and cheesy and happy and in love that you couldn’t help it. “I love you.”

“I love you also, amour,” he settled back into the pillows of your hotel room, arms wrapped around you as he read the words of your battered copy of Rebecca over your shoulder, asking questions when he couldn’t understand something, having picked up the story half way through.

When the sun was coming up, Charles curled into your side and asleep while you finally reached the back cover of the book, golden daylight slowly starting to seep into the room, the shadows casting an ethereal glow on the man asleep beside you, holding onto you like you’d go if he moved away even in the slightest, you picked up your phone, opening the voice recording app.

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you…”

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The sun had fully sunk in when you’d thrown yourself against the barricades, the track was flooded with bright lights as the race neared its end. The cars came in one by one, finishing their cool down laps as you warmly awaited the Ferrari that would be parked in front of the number 1 board. Charles jumped out of the cockpit soon after, arms thrusted in the air with a joy you could feel despite not seeing his face.

The team of mechanics and engineers and everyone from Ferrari screamed joyously when he approached them, throwing himself into them as they caught him, playful and affectionate slaps on his helmet as they all screamed for his victory, for their victory.

He unbuckled the helmet, pulling it off, along with the balaclava that had been covering his face, eyes scanning for his family before they found you. “What are you doing here?” he asked when he was close enough to see you, close enough to pretend there weren’t a million cameras pointed at the two of you.

“Congratulations Mr. World Champion!” was all you responded with, and then he had you in his embrace, unsure of who made the first move as he kissed you.

“You’re ready for the whole world to know, amour?” he asked in your ear and you made a noise of affirmation.

“Too late to change my mind and kiss Carlos now, isn’t it?” Charles laughed, nodding and going to find his teammate when you pushed him away.

“Too late.”

He was right, you thought as you watched him stand atop the podium, pride surging through your every vein as his national anthem played and you watched with blurred eyes as he mouthed along with an exaltation that you’d felt when you were standing up on stage, singing out to the thousands there. He was at home, in his reputed place that he so well deserved. It was too late to pretend like you didn’t love him and care for him, to late to act like you weren’t his and too late to back away from the idea of the public finally knowing. But it was your reputation, something that you now had control of, and knew how to let go of, and no matter what, you wanted to the world to know the reason behind this rebirth. And after all the tears you’d cried and the hours you’d fought to come back, it felt so good to finally know there was something of your own which nobody could take away.

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r/relationship_advice - Charles Leclerc x Reader

A collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis - The reader is in a difficult situation, and decides to make a post on Reddit to get help with her predicament. What she doesn’t expect is for people to realise who she is.

Content Warnings - swearing, sexual references

Author’s Note - this is not just a standard fic! This is a collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic. Sort of like a collage of different shit all telling one story! Because of this the perspective is different in each part, like the Reddit posts are in first person, and the fic is in second person as usual!

I wanted to experiment with something different structure wise, you know me, I like to fuck with stuff and do weird shit. If high school musical taught me anything, it’s that we shouldn’t stick to the status quo.

Please do tell me if you like the structure, if you don’t, if there’s anything you don’t think works etc! I’d love to do more shit like this so if you have any ideas of what else I could include in one of these (like text messages, DMs, Snapchat, insta stories, whatever) do let me know!

r/relationship_advice • 5d ago

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My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

I wanna preface this by saying that I’ve been with my boyfriend since I was 18. And I do love him. But last year I managed to bag my dream job and it meant us going long distance.

I wasn’t worried about the whole thing, after all, we’d been together for six years already and lived together for three of them. We had two cats together, and the word on the street was he was thinking of buying a ring to pop the question before I got my job offer.

The job is my dream job, and it’s actually what we had initially bonded over when we were at college together. When I got that email saying the job was mine he was so excited for me, and I was thrilled. It’s what I’d been working towards for so long!

But as things set in for him, and he realised I would be away for weeks and weeks, I could tell something changed. It was like he was faking being happy for me. The proposal never came, I suppose maybe because I was going to be away for days like valentines and both our birthdays, maybe he just couldn’t find the right time? Either that or he didn’t want to be engaged to someone who was hardly around?

He drove me to the airport, and no matter how sad I could see he was feeling, I couldn’t stop my excitement as I jetted off to another country to begin my work! I suppose that didn’t help either, him seeing how pumped I was and not being all tearful and sad to be leaving him. But I couldn’t help it, and I was sad, I just didn’t want to make our parting more upsetting for myself or for him.

The job kept me busy. Like super busy. But I did manage to come home every now and then, to tell him about all the amazing things I’d seen and done, do date nights snuggled up on the couch with our kitties Nemo (4M) and Milo (4M) but something was just… off??

And him being off, not being as affectionate and loving as he used to be, is what drew me to my coworker.

The final nail in the coffin was my trip home during summer last year. My bf and I pretty much argued the entire time, just over little tiny things, until suddenly, he just exploded. He berated me over the fact that I was never home. That he was the one stuck there looking after the cats, living a normal life while I was living my dream and flying around the world with my team.

It hurt, and I’m gonna be honest with you, I said some things I wish I could take back. Mainly along the lines of ‘it’s not my fault you weren’t able to make something of your life like I was.’

I regret saying that. I know that he struggled after college. It was a low blow. But I was angry, because I was living my dream, the dream we had bonded over that night in the sports bar just off campus when we met. He should be happy for me, right?

Well, after I left at the end of summer on a particularly sour note, I was ready to be done with him. I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and hope he’d gotten it all out of his system and that when I returned during a two week break in October, things would be better.

We hardly talked. September meant no FaceTimes, hardly any texts, no likes on my Instagram posts, nothing. Zilch. Nada. I tried, god knows I did. Scrolling through our WhatsApp chat makes me look so fucking desperate but I wasn’t ready to give up.

One day, after another period of being totally ignored, my coworker, who I shall call C, noticed I was upset. Before now I hadn’t spent much time with C as he was far more high profile than me. I worked in the wings but he was the star of the show.

I didn’t mean to trauma dump on him, but all these feelings just kinda came spilling out. I ended up crying on him and getting his shirt all covered in snot. It was gross, I apologised, he said not to worry about it.

The thing about C is, is that he’s beautiful. I know you don’t often see the word beautiful being used to describe a man, but he is. He’s gorgeous. Like don’t get me wrong, my bf is hot too, but C? Damn.

He was so kind to me, he listened, he wiped away my tears, cheered me up, and made me feel better again.

Don’t get me wrong, I would never cheat. I couldn’t. One of my best friends from college had her boyfriend of five years cheat on her and she was heartbroken. I still loved my boyfriend, I couldn’t do that to him. Besides, C himself already had a girlfriend. So anything between me and him was completely off the table.

But that didn’t stop me from catching feelings for C. There’s nothing cheaty about catching feelings, right? Especially when your bf is ghosting you the way mine was.

But C and I became good friends over the time we spent together throughout September after the whole snotty crying situation. He was a good friend, and it was nice to have someone in your corner when all of your normal best friends are halfway across the world.

When I went home in October, I arrived at my bf and I’s flat to find him sat in the lounge, surrounded by packed boxes and suitcases. He told me it was over.

Naturally I cried, I was hoping we’d have a chance to smooth things out, especially over Christmas when I’d have a whole two months to spend at home before I had to be back at work.

My bf showed me a picture on his phone, it must have been from some night out I can hardly remember after a good weekend’s work. And there I was with C. We were just dancing, but his hand was on my waist. Man we must have been so hammered.

My bf assumed I had a thing for him, which I did, but I would never have acted on. But I told him I didn’t, that we were just good friends, which wasn’t a lie. We were good friends, I just happened to fancy the pants off C but only in secret.

He wouldn’t listen to me, told me the whole long distance thing wasn’t working and that I either had to quit my job, or we would have to break up.

I couldn’t quit. I loved my job too much. It was exactly what I had dreamed of since I was a child. I told him that, and he said it was over.

He said he’d look after the cats until I found a new stable home someplace, and that he’d let me store my things in the spare room, but I didn’t live here anymore.

I left for my parents that night, in tears, and texted C. I told him what had happened, and he said I should get out, go visit him at home and keep my mind off of things before we had to travel again.

I knew I shouldn’t have. That it just made C and I’s relationship look even more suspicious. But I was upset, and angry. Besides, I wasn’t the only one at fault. If my bf had just replied to my texts more, and been willing to work harder on the long distance thing, I think we’d still be together now.

But I went to see C. And we had a great week. We hung out, played video games, got drunk, it was great. Of course his girlfriend stopped by every day for a few hours at least, and sometimes I’d be left alone in his apartment while they went for dinner and stuff. And that was when I cried.

I felt guilty for something that was beyond my control. I felt angry because, if my boyfriend had just been more willing to make it work, I wouldn’t have gone crying to C and I wouldn’t have ended up with this big fat crush on him.

By the time it was time to return home, I went and moved all my stuff out of my now ex-bf’s apartment and took the cats to my parents. I spent Christmas with them, and despite how much it hurt being alone surrounded by my family who were all coupled up, I had my work in 2023 to get me through.

But I also had C. We texted, a lot, after the breakup. I think he wanted to make sure I was okay? That I wasn’t feeling down.

But eventually it was my turn to check in on him, as C and his gf broke up. We spent a lot of time on FaceTime that week, being a pair of sad single losers drinking red wine and talking shit. He was my friend, and I cared about him a lot.

Come New Year’s Eve, I was invited to see in 2023 with my closest friends at a party one of them was hosting. And it was there I saw my ex-bf for the first time since I moved out.

I expected he would be there, after all, we had a lot of the same friends. But I was prepared for it. I’d cried my tears out, I’d gotten out all of my frustrations, and so when he asked me out on the balcony for a chat, I said ‘sure, why not?’

Call it a bad idea, call me foolish, but we ended up making out up there. We kissed at midnight that night, and promised to give it all another go. He said he wouldn’t get jealous of me and my job, and I said I’d try to come home more and spend more time with him.

The first week of January, I moved my stuff back into our apartment, brought the cats back from my parents, and we rekindled our relationship. Despite all the pain I went through, I still loved him. And he still loved me.

But then C texted, asked if I wanted to fly over and hang out for a weekend. My bf wasn’t too happy with the idea. He was still convinced I had a thing for C, despite me telling him most certainly that I didn’t. But I did still have a thing for C.

Thing were frosty between me and my bf for a few days, and as I prepared to return to work, he got increasingly more agitated. But eventually, when it came time for me to leave, he cried. I cried and hugged him as we parted at the airport. I promised I would call and text every day, and that I wouldn’t ignore him in favour of work.

I loved my boyfriend, I really did. But then I saw C again. And now I don’t know what to do.

I love both of them, so much, and I don’t know what I want anymore. Is it selfish of me to stay with my bf? Would it be stupid for me to call it quits with him and risk things with C even if he doesn’t feel the same? I’m just stuck in a rut and my emotions are going crazy. Help!

TLDR: my boyfriend thinks I’m in love with my coworker, I say I’m not, but after a shaky period with my bf, I fell for my coworker. Now I don’t know what to do! Help?

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Reindeerbuddy27 • 4d ago

I think your boyfriend sounds like a dick. It was his fault for ghosting you! If he hadn’t have reacted the way he did over summer you would have never bonded with your coworker and caught feelings. IMO you’d be better off breaking up with him and either being single or getting with C, though I’d give him some time to get over his own ex-gf before you try anything!

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Yeah, it kinda was his fault I caught feelings in the first place, you’re right. I wouldn’t say he was a dick, he just missed me I guess and his sadness turned into anger the longer I was away and it just all exploded. Even so, we’re back together and on good terms, and I still love him. I don’t think I could break up with him without a valid reason to do so?

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ReindeerBuddy27 • 3d ago

I get that you don’t want to lose him, but if you’re not fully invested in the relationship with him and want to explore the possibility of having something with C, I think breaking up with your bf would be the fairest thing to do.

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Hmm… maybe you’re right. I need some time to think about it. Thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it! ♥︎

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Pedr0Pascal14 • 4d ago

Would you maybe be able to ask your bf about opening your relationship? Allowing you to pursue things with C to see where they lead while also keeping your bf?

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Definitely not. He’s all about monogamy, and I am too. If I suddenly asked about opening the relationship he’d be even more suspicious of me and my reasons for asking.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

Could you reduce the amount of time spent at work maybe? Like going part time so you’re only away for six months out of the year?

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Sadly it’s not possible. My job is kinda all or nothing. If I asked about reducing my hours they’d laugh in my face and fire me. There’s plenty of people who would die for a chance to fill my role so I wouldn’t be missed.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

That sucks. I would say tho, without being mean, it seems like your job is your number one priority and not your bf. While there’s nothing wrong with that, I think that’s where the problem lies. Especially if before you took the job he was always your number one! It’s probably been hard for him to adjust! I hate to say it, but I don’t think you two are meant to be and these problems are only gonna get worse this year with you being away. This situation really sucks for you OP, I’m sorry.

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r/relationship_advice • 6hr ago

posted by Throwaway27936

UPDATE: My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

Okay, ya got me.

Considering my life has already been put under extreme scrutiny from random strangers on the internet to literal news publications, I figured it couldn’t get any worse than it already has and so I’d post an update here.

I wanna start out by saying I am stupid. I made my post thinking I was fully anonymous, the account was a throwaway with no real ties to my irl identity and I tried as hard as I could to conceal the true nature of my work, but you F1 girlies are far too intelligent and I realise that now.

In hindsight I shouldn’t have deleted those comments, because it did just make me look more suspicious. If I’d have left them, maybe even replied to them and said ‘yes I work in F1 but can we please keep it on the dl as I don’t want anyone finding out who I am’ then right now I wouldn’t be sat in my childhood bedroom crying with a cat on my knee typing out this post.

I also wanna say that I hold no grudges with Twitter user LionVerstappen_ I mean, they’re far too clever for their own good, and they terrify me, but I don’t hate them, and all the hate that they’re getting is unjustified and wrong. It was my fault for posting on the internet thinking I’d be safe. That’s on me, not them, so please do leave them alone.

Since that post was made, a lot has changed. Obviously I had already returned to work, I was in the factory at Maranello working on some technical shit I won’t bore you with and getting ready for the livery reveal on the 14th and fine tuning for next season.

I had seen LionVerstappen_ and Hon3ybadg3r’s comments and deleted them as soon as I did. I didn’t fancy answering them, and thought ‘shit, this is getting a little dicey’ and disabled commenting on my post. I thought that would be the end of that, I had some good advice given before that, and I would mull it over before I next saw my boyfriend.

Suddenly, my phone just started fucking blowing up. I had a bunch of random people request to follow me on Instagram, and when I say a bunch, I mean a fuck load. Like 20k follow requests in the space of a few hours. Immediately I was like ‘what the fuck?’ Assuming I’d been hacked or something. I had like 200 followers before that, and I knew all of them in some capacity, and I hadn’t just become some internet celebrity (not on purpose at least) so what was going on?

That’s when I got a message from my friend back home. She’s an F1 fan and is pretty active on F1twt which is how she saw the posts. She sent me a link to the original tweet from LionVerstappen_ as well as to DeuxMoi’s Instagram stories. I was shocked, I really didn’t know how to react.

I couldn’t believe that my silly little Reddit post had actually been figured out, especially after I’d deleted those comments, I thought it was the end. I debated taking down the Reddit post, but really, what was that gonna do? There were already screenshots all over Twitter so it wouldn’t make a difference.

This all happened during my lunch break, and after lunch, I was called into my boss’ office. It seems the Ferrari PR department had also seen the tweets and the speculation, and they wanted to talk to me about it.

I burst into tears. My personal life was all over the internet, my boyfriend had probably seen it all and knew how I felt and that I’d been lying to him about my feelings. I knew it was only a matter of time before he called me and ended things with me again.

Thankfully, the PR team were nice to me. They said they’d handle it, and most importantly, that my job was safe. It was nothing to do with my capabilities as an engineer, after all, so I suppose it made sense. What they did do, however, is give me the week off to sort my life out.

I left the factory sniffling like a baby, packed my shit and got on a plane home. I called my parents to pick me up from the airport, and asked them to take my stuff back to their place but to drop me at the apartment my bf and I shared.

When I entered the flat I had to brace myself. I knew it wasn’t gonna be pretty. My bf was sat on the sofa, surrounded by packed bags and boxes again. Deja vu anyone?

He didn’t yell, or threaten me, or call me names like I thought he would. No, he stood up, and hugged me. And I started crying like a baby. Full on body shaking sobs.

I told him I was sorry, that I loved him, but I understood. He said it was okay.

We sat down together surrounded by the boxes of my things, he made me a coffee, and we talked. It was refreshing to talk to him considering last time he forced me out of the house without a word.

I told him everything, from start to finish. About how neglected and sad I felt after the summer break, how his ghosting was what led me to Charles, how I still really loved him but just didn’t know what I wanted, and how scary it was to have my private life all over the internet like that.

He was sympathetic, but ultimately he said that we just didn’t work together. He wished me luck, I took the cats, got in a taxi, and went home.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t really upset about the whole relationship ending. Mainly because I was just so relieved my ex was handling the whole situation so well. I’ll miss him terribly, he was more than just my boyfriend but he was my best friend too (I am aware of how cliche that sounds).

We had bonded over F1 all those years ago. I was cheering for Sebastian Vettel and he was cheering for Lewis Hamilton while watching a race in a sports bar. We ended up having an argument over who’s driver was better which after a few drinks evolved into us making out in the smoking area. That night I’d told him my dream, to be an engineer, to work for Ferrari. He believed in me, and it’s due to his belief that I managed to get my job. It’s a shame that achieving my dream was the thing that eventually tore us apart.

But anyway, now I’m at home. My parents are out collecting all my things from my ex’s flat right now, and I’ve finally calmed down enough to start typing this out. Mainly because Nemo has decided to curl up in my lap and have a big nap.

Consider my overdue cat tax paid:

When I settled in my room, Charles called me. I nearly didn’t answer it, but I did.

For the sake of his privacy, I’m not going to tell you all of what was said. But I can say that he doesn’t hate me, and if anything, he feels so bad for the situation I ended up in.

I suppose he knows what it’s like to have all that speculation around your personal life 24/7 and can empathise more than most of the people in my life.

I will also say, that we are just friends! That’s all. This isn’t a hallmark movie. He hasn’t hopped on his private jet, flown all the way to my home in bumblefuck nowhere to declare his love for me, and we all live happily ever after.

Real life is a lot more complicated than that. And a lot shittier and a lot more depressing.

I’m going back to Maranello tomorrow morning. I know they gave me the week off, but I’m going to spend some time in the area, maybe even look at getting a proper rental and moving out there full time. I have nothing really to tie me to my home anymore, not really (and yes I will bring the cats with me and pay a cat sitter!)

So yeah, this is my update. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine now, I think! Moving onwards and upwards. One day this will be a funny story I’ll look back on. It isn’t funny now, but it will be.

I do ask, however, that everyone reading this post thinks before they post. I’m a real person, and thanks to all this drama my life is fucked up and I’m now Googling how to emigrate to Italy.

Before you press that button, just consider how it will affect that person, and if it’s really worth it. Sometimes it is, I’ll grant you. But we’re all real people. Those of us in the factories, the TPs, the drivers, everyone. And we have a right to respect and privacy just as any ordinary person does. Think before you post.

I’m signing off now. It’s been a wild ride. Comments will be off, no doubt you’ll be making comments and dissecting my every word on Twitter anyways but at least I don’t have to see em.

I likely won’t update this again.

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March 5th 2023

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite acclimate yourself to the dry heat of Bahrain. Your hair clung to your neck with sweat, and your team polo was already sodden and damp.

You weren’t quite sure if it was just the heat, or the nerves getting to you as the cars begun their formation lap. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, your eyes firmly transfixed on the screen in front of you as you catch a glimpse of red zooming down the straight.

Lucky for you, things had died down. As the season began, people had the racing to focus on, and your silly little Reddit post had been almost forgotten. You were able to blend into the background, just as you had done that previous year. You were just another engineer hidden amongst a sea of red shirts, and it was nice.

You knew, however, that this peace would be short lived. It was only a matter of time before you were all over social media again, not as the mystery Reddit user anymore, but as Charles Leclerc’s new girlfriend.

You didn’t lie in your post, the two of you hadn’t gotten together on that fateful day. You were just friends. That was until February 14th.

The day of the car reveal, which also happened to coincide with Valentine’s Day. You didn’t mind, of course, after all, you had no plans. You were quite happy to have something else going on to distract you from your tragic love life.

Charles, however, had made plans. After the reveal you went back to his hotel room, where he had organised a fancy dinner with candles and roses. He asked you out then and there, away from the prying eyes of fans or paparazzi.

To you, it was the most romantic gesture anyone could ever make. It was clear he had thought of you, keeping the moment as private as possible to protect you.

He, of course, knew how you felt about him. He didn’t have to worry, he knew you’d say yes. And you did.

You spent the evening drinking wine, chatting, just as you had always done. But one thing was different - after dessert he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet, and it wasn’t just because of the tiramisu he had eaten.

He didn’t want to rush you, he knew that you were still healing from your trauma. But you weren’t so coy.

February 14th marked the first time you had kissed Charles Leclerc, but it also marked the first time the two of you made love.

Since that day, the two of you had kept your relationship a secret. You cooked for one another, or ordered takeout, watched movies, cuddled with the cats, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

It was exactly what you had wanted. A nice, private relationship with the man you had fallen so deeply in love with.

But there was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that it was all about to change. If he won this race, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stop the urge to throw yourself into his arms, to kiss him all over, to tell him just how proud you are.

A race winner always deserves a kiss, right?

You chew on your nail as the final cars pull into position, ready for lights out.

Charles had taken pole position that previous day, but you had managed to save your celebrations for later, sneaking over to his hotel room when no one was around and promptly sneaking out early this morning to avoid suspicion.

Lights out - Charles’ reactions are lightning. He manages to keep away from the rest of the grid, allowing the cars behind him to battle for P2.

The Ferrari garage is hopeful, but they know better than to cheer before the race is won. Too many bittersweet moments from the previous season haunted each and every one of them.

All was well, Charles was set for the first win of the season, until a collision at the back of the pack meant that the safety car reared its ugly head.

Max was getting closer and closer to the back of Charles’ car. They weaved behind the safety car, getting ready, preparing for the moment that it would leave the track.

As the car enters the pit lane, the power was in Charles’ hands. He needed to make a good move, surprise Max, get him on the back foot and out of sight.

There were only two laps left. Two laps to victory. Max just had to stay back, and Charles had to race like he’d never raced before.

You chew on your nails anxiously as Charles takes each and every corner, hitting the apex with precision. All that time in the simulator was definitely paying off.

They cross the line for the final lap, Charles was a car’s length ahead, but Max too was pushing hard. He wanted that first win just as much as Charles did. But you told yourself mentally that he wasn’t going to get it. This was Charles’ race, and he was going to stand on that top step of the podium.

The seconds felt like hours. You make eye contact with Vasseur across the garage and he gives you a small smile. A reassuring one, and you smile back. It probably looked more like a grimace but it was the best you could muster.

The final corner passes with ease, and it looks like Charles has hung onto his win. Max is practically driving alongside him as they cross the finish line. No one cheers.

It’s a waiting game, waiting for the photo to see who had crossed the line first.

You bury your head in your hands, unable to think, talk, move or see until the entire garage erupts into cheers.

He had done it! Charles had won the race!

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you finally look up. You were sobbing, you couldn’t help it. He’d won.

You give every mechanic you see a pat on the back as you walk over to Vasseur. He was smiling brightly at you. He had so much faith in Charles, he loved him like a son.

He embraces you tightly as you cry onto his shoulder, and he whispers ever so quietly “go see him. See your love.”

You didn’t even care to ask how he was able to see right through the two of you. You just pulled away and nodded as you run out of the garage towards parc ferme alongside a sea of red suits and shirts.

You push your way to the front, definitely sure that your tear stained face would be onscreen for the world to see, but you didn’t care. The world had seen worse of you, after all.

When Charles takes off his helmet, your heart skips a beat. He was beautiful, every day he was beautiful. Even when he was still sweaty and breathing heavy from the adrenaline of the race, his face marked with balaclava lines.

He makes a beeline for you, pulling you in for a hug the way friends would hug one another.

“Kiss me.” You say.

“Are you sure, mon amour?” He whispers, and you nod.

Charles captures your lips in a kiss reminiscent of your very first just a few days ago. The cameras were definitely on you, but you didn’t care.

No doubt social media would be going crazy over the whole thing, but it was nothing new to you. At least this time you weren’t just in love with your coworker, but he was in love with you too.

Whatever the internet may have to throw at you, this time, you didn’t have to handle it alone.

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~ THE END ~

The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

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Parties & Stubbornness - Max Wolfe Imagine [Gossip Girl (2021)]

Title: Parties & Stubbornness

Pairing: Max Wolfe X Reader

Word Count: 2,278 words

Warning(s): shitty parents, forced break-up

Summary: (Y/n) and Max were happy. But when (Y/n)'s parents find out, they threaten to tear the pair of them apart. Luckily, Max is incredibly stubborn when he needs to be.

Author's Note: I do appreciate my commitment to ignoring the plotlines of any project that Thomas Doherty is in. At least I'm consistent.

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Max had developed this habit of sneaking up on me.

It started off as an accident. He would sometimes walk up behind me and join whatever conversation I was in, and I would jump because I didn't expect to hear his voice.

He seemed to enjoy making me jump out of my skin because it started happening more and more. I would be eating lunch and he'd suddenly grab my shoulders just to spook me. Or I'd be walking to class, and he'd suddenly grab me and spin me around in the hall. I'd be walking into the school, and he'd step out right in front of me.

This time around, I was sitting in the library, looking for a bit of peace and quiet while scribbling notes from a textbook.

My upper arms were suddenly grabbed and before I could yell in shock, one of the hands had been placed over my mouth.

"Just me, don't worry," Max leaned down to whisper in my ear.

I reached back and lightly smacked his shoulder.

I heard a chuckle as he let go of me and sat down.

"You are an ass," I muttered to him.

He scooted the chair closer to me. "Am I?"

I saw his eyes bouncing from my eyes to my lips as he smirked at me. "Yes. Majorly."

"Majorly?" he pretended to be offended. "Oh, how ever will I apologize for such an offense?"

"I don't know if you could," I shrugged as I turned back to my book. "May be unforgivable."

"Oh, well, I can try my best to make it up to you," he said.

He grabbed my chin, turning me back to him. I grinned a bit as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I heard him hum as I kissed him back.

He pulled away first. "Does that make up for it?"

"It may be a start," I replied, going back to my work.

"I have another way that may work," Max moved even closer so his chin could rest on my shoulder.

"What would that be?"

"Dinner. This Saturday. I will make it worth your while."

I caught the suggestive tone in his voice. I chuckled. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

"Why?"

"The company my dad works for is having some kind of fancy party. He has been very clear that I am indeed attending this one."

"Well, I could go to this party and make my amends there."

"You wanna go?"

"Yeah... why are you shocked?"

"I didn't think it would be your scene."

"A party?"

"Meeting my parents," I corrected. "That's a big deal."

He moved to look at me properly. "I know."

"Pretty big step."

"I know."

"Very serious."

"Do you not want me to meet your parents?"

"No, no, that's not it," I reached over and placed my hands on his. "I just... I don't know... maybe all of this... us... the seriousness of it is suddenly hitting me."

"I hope you're not experiencing regrets."

I leaned over and pressed my lips to his for a few moments. "Not a single one."

The grin that crossed his lips could have melted my heart. It always did.

"I'll talk to my parents and see if they can get you on the guest list."

"Okay."

"I'll call you when I know. I promise."

He nodded. "I can't wait."

I was so excited in that moment.

It stunned me how quickly things could go wrong.

I waited until that night to walk into the living room. My parents were sitting together, watching some movie that I had no interest in.

"Hey," I spoke up, causing them to turn around. "I wanted to ask you guys about something."

My mom paused their movie as my dad spoke up, "What is it?"

"Well, it's about your party this weekend," I explained. "There is someone that I want to invite."

"Oh, is it one of your friends from school," my mom asked. "I haven't seen any of them since before the pandemic. Which one?"

"You haven't met them yet," I nervously chuckled. "And it's not a friend. It's a boyfriend... a partner."

I hadn't told them about Max yet. I wanted to know that something was going to come out of this relationship before I did that. I didn't want them to worry too much about me.

"Oh," she mumbled. "What's his name?"

"Max... Wolfe," I grinned. "He's very sweet. I know that I should've mentioned him earlier, but I... I wanted to know that I wasn't wasting time... and I really don't think I am. I really like him and..."

I didn't see my dad's face shift until he stood up to look at me. My rambling slowed down as he watched me. My smile dropped a bit.

"What is it," I asked.

"Max Wolfe?"

I nodded, confirming the name.

"No," he replied. "I don't want him there."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Okay... I'll call him and let him know. Would... Would you rather meet him here? Not in front of a whole bunch of people?"

"You have your phone now?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Call him," my dad instructed. "Tell him that you can't be with him anymore."

"What?"

"Parents talk. I've heard all about this boy and what he does. I don't want you involved with him."

I scoffed. "You're joking, right?"

"Do as you're told."

"Then tell me to do something that makes sense!"

My dad stepped around the couch.

"You can't force me to do this," I continued. "It's... It's my choice. I'm happy. Why would you-"

"Remind me, who's financing your current and future education," he asked.

I felt tears fill my eyes. "You would threaten my future because I dated someone that you didn't see as good enough?"

"You will thank me for this later."

"I... Mom," I looked over at her.

She just sighed. "Do as your father says."

"What?!"

"You won't be leaving the room until you do."

"You're going to make me break up with my boyfriend in front of you?"

He crossed his arms over his chest.

I stared at him for a moment. Silently testing his resolve. He couldn't be serious. Surely, he was better than this.

He didn't stand down. He raised his eyebrow at me.

I wiped away the tears that managed to fall as I reached for my phone. I placed it on speaker as it rang.

"Hey, been waiting for you to call."

I almost flinched when Max answered. "Hey."

"Did you talk to your parents about the party?"

"Um, yeah, yeah," I nodded and closed my eyes. I could feel my dad glaring at me. "Um, they-"

I looked at them. My dad only raised his eyebrow a bit more. He didn't want me to connect this to them.

"I thought it wouldn't be a good idea."

"Okay..."

I bit my lip.

"Are you alright," he asked. "You... You sound like you're trying not to cry."

"I... I... I think we should stop seeing each other."

"What?"

"I just... I don't think we should see each other. I'm sorry."

"Is this your parents," Max questioned. I closed my eyes. "This... This doesn't sound like you, (Y/n). Is this what you want or-"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

"No, (Y/n), wait! We need to talk about this!"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone quickly. I wiped my eyes again. I jumped when the phone started ringing.

"Give me your phone," my dad held out his hand. "That is the end of this."

I tossed my phone forward, watching it hit the rug. "I hope you're really fucking proud of yourself."

"Don't talk to your father like that!"

I ignored them both as I ran up to my room. I shoved the door shut and found myself curled up on the floor next to my bed. I covered my mouth as I finally felt sobs escape me.

The rest of the week was full of tense silence around the house. I didn't leave my room unless I needed to. I hid from all of it.

I went to school. I carefully avoided Max and his friends. He had introduced me to most of them, so I wasn't worried about them tracking me down. If he was at school, then I didn't see him.

Saturday was the worst.

I didn't get to skip the event. I was forced to go. I had to stand there and smile like my father hadn't casually threatened my education because I was dating a boy.

I was sick to my stomach most of the night.

I didn't want to spend time with my dad. I hated putting on the fake smile and being polite when all I wanted to do was to scream and run for the hills.

I was standing off to the side, watching the crowd. I don't know what I was looking for. Or if I was looking for anyone at all.

My heart dropped when I spotted a familiar face walking in.

Max stood there in his suit like it was the most casual thing he had ever done.

He smiled at me.

I took a deep breath and walked over to him, keeping an eye on my dad, who was busy mingling with some other businessmen.

"Max, what are you doing here," I asked in a hushed voice as I made it over to him. I was hoping to get him out before my parents caught him.

"I'm here to spend an evening with my partner," he explained. "Eat, dance, talk. Anything you'd like."

"You can't be here," I replied. "You know that."

"I don't accept it," he shook his head. "I... I am not giving this up. I'm not giving you up."

"Please, for the love of God, please go."

"Do you want me to go?"

"Max-"

"No, tell me. Tell me that you want me to go and I'll leave. But if you only want me to leave because of your parents, then I'm not going anywhere. Not without you."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head down.

"I love you too much to do that."

I looked back at him. He hadn't said that before. I had thought about it. Of course, I had. But it wasn't something we had gotten to say. There had been moments where I thought it was the next phrase on his tongue. But it always stopped there. On the tip of his tongue.

"You mean that," I asked.

"God, yes," he replied.

There was a moment of pause before I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, pressing my lips to his. I felt a few tears fall down my cheek as I kissed him. It had been a matter of days, but I had spent all too long without this feeling.

I slowly pulled away and smiled at him. "I love you too."

A smile broke out on his face. "I'd hope so after that."

I hit his arm. He just chuckled.

"I'm sorry," I muttered to him. "For everything. I should've been braver. But he threatened my schooling and I... God, it doesn't matter, I shouldn't have-"

He shushed me. "You did what you had to. It's okay. I promise."

I just nodded.

His eyes latched onto someone behind me.

"What," I asked as I turned around. My dad was staring at us. He started walking over when we made eye contact. I turned back to Max. "We can just go. Right now."

"No," Max replied. He walked around me.

I turned around and followed him over. I was terrified. Not because of what Max would do or my dad's opinion. I was terrified of what my dad would try to do to Max and then blame Max for.

He held his hand out to my dad. "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm sorry that it took so long for us to meet."

I watched my dad's face closely.

I reached over and grabbed Max's free hand, moving to stand right next to him.

"Dad, this is my partner, Max," I explained. "I love him. You aren't going to change by telling me not to."

I felt Max's eyes move to me for a moment. There was a smile on his face.

My dad looked over at me. I held eye contact with him, trying to silently show that I was being serious. That I was going to stand by this choice.

There was a tense moment. My dad's eyes shifted between me and Max a few times. His heavy sigh didn't help with any of the tension and the nerves.

He studied my eyes again. I don't know exactly what he was looking for. Genuine feelings? Desperation? I had no idea.

His eyes turned back to Max one more time. Max's hand was still sitting out in front of him.

My dad took a deep breath before reaching out and shaking his hand. I tried to keep myself from letting out a shaky sigh as he did. After muttering something in Max's ear, my dad walked back over to my mom.

"What did he say," I asked.

"I think he offered a very colorful threat on my life."

I chuckled. "Could've been worse."

"Not like I'll have to worry about it," he shrugged. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Not planning on losing you anytime soon."

I bit my lip as he leaned back to smile at me.

"I love you," I muttered to him.

He pecked my lips. "I love you too."

Just as quickly as things could go wrong, things could go absolutely perfectly.

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