#doomedmoth

💚 Midoriya Izuku 💚

You already had a thing for the teacher look, and he knows it. His tie has been used around your wrists more than his neck at that point

You can see it makes him soooo happy to be back on the field as a hero, and you should be supportive, really, or anxious about the dangers that came with the job

But you see him on TV and all you can think of is how the metal of the way-too-expensive suit clings to him like second skin and how that make-believe black whip would probably feel even better than his tie

So when he comes home in the middle of the night after another triple shift -school, dorms, patrol-, you can't even pretend to be asleep

It's all you've been thinking of all day, and even though he has the delicacy of walking slowly in the hallway of your apartment, you can hear from his heavy steps he hasn't taken the suit off yet

His hair is all tousled, and he immediately bows down in shame when he sees you in the doorframe of the living room

“Oh shit I’m so sorry baby, I woke you up ? I knew I should have taken it off before entering but my god the patrol got so much longer than planned and I didn't see the time and-”

“You can keep it on.” He stops blabbering, mouth open, as you try your hardest to look confident in your request. “Kats spent a lot on it, I think you should actually wear it even more. Make it worth his money.”

“Are you... Making fun of me ?” He starts taking off his cape, and you almost jump on him, nails gripping at the cold shoulder plates

“I'm really not ! Please don't take it off just yet...”

You can see the blush spreading to his ears as he hugs you awkwardly, trying not to step on your bare feet

“O-oh... You mean you like… like it ?” He asks, pretending to clarify even though he seems to already know by now. You want to punch him, take back your request, but you just nod against his chest, your mustered confidence thrown out the window

“Let me at least take off the gloves, you'll freeze and they're all dirty” You grab at his wrist to prevent him from doing so

“I…” now you're struggling to talk ? “I thought you could show me... If it really works like the black whip... I've never seen it in real life.” You met way after he had lost his quirk, so besides his suit, the only images you have of it was the broadcast of the battle he fought years ago, which isn’t the best fuel for your naughty daydreaming

It seems he fought his grin for too long, because his soft smile turns huge on his face, and he wastes no time pulling you up, your legs wrapping around his waist

He already had no issue carrying you, but the suit truly makes him feel like you weigh nothing

“So that's what that was all about !” As he is walking to the bedroom, he prevents you from hiding your face in his neck by pinching at your cheeks “Well lemme just turn off the data sharing on this thing, no need for All Might to find out how it works in… other circumstances.”

You lay in bed, laughing, as he tries to turn it off, imagining his mentor barging in, scared to death because of "unusual activities detected", but your fun is cut short when black and blue small flashes of light spark from one of his gloves

“Soooo you see, black whip used to work through-”

“Oh please spare me the lecture, I have a date with Hero-Deku right now, not teacher-Midoriya.” The light flashes as you feel something tug at your wrists sharply

“Yes ma'am.”

🧡 Bakugo Katsuki 🧡

“Fucking villain and fucking cameras everywhere and the fucking commission and their fucking reports” You wince when you hear the door slam, mentally taking note to check the latches later

“Bad day ? Want me to run you a… bath ?” The words die on your lips as you peek through in the living room. You turn to the window, sakura flowers painting the whole park across the street pink

You hadn’t realized spring was already there until your boyfriend came home in his summer hero suit, arms bare and full of scars, only a few black leather cuffs decorating the empty spaces

He groans but his shoulders relaxes, and it only makes you want to bite at his biceps more

“Don’t bother pup, with the luck I have today you’ll end up drowning in it. Imma take a shower.”

He sits on the stairs in the entryway to take off his boots, and you come behind him, your fingers instinctively playing with the braided twin strands of hair in his neck, making him shiver

“Stop that.” He grabs at your wrist and shoots you an annoyed look, but no matter how hard he tries, you can see he doesn’t mean it

“Or what ?” Your free hand rises to his scalp and you drag your nails in them, pleased to see the hairs on the nape of his neck dress up

“Or I’ll make you.” You shoot him a wink and he sighs. One day you’ll be the death of him, as if he hasn’t seen it close enough already. “At least let me clean up before you act like a brat.” He goes back to his laces, and you slump against his back, dressing gown slipping down your shoulder

“But I like you all dirty… You didn’t even tell me you changed suits…” Desperate is an understatement at that point, and the way you’re dragging your hands up and down his arms is driving him mad. Everything has been way too stimulating today, and here comes you.

He leans back against you, head in the crook of your neck, and you feel him smirk against your skin

“Aren’t you an impatient, pathetic, little puppy, begging like that ? Thought I had taught you better by now.”

You take one of the strap on his chest and make it slap against his skin with a smile, giggling when his breath gets stuck in his throat “Guess you’ll have to teach me again.”

He immediately turns around, grabbing your cheeks and locking you under him on the ground. “What do you want from me ? Go on, wanna play big ? Use your big words then ?”

“Keep it on…” You blush and his brows furrow, following your eyes to his chest, his belt, wristbands, all of his summer suit, really. And his grin is infuriating. Bakugo doesn’t blush, doesn’t hesitate, and most of all, doesn’t question you drooling over a few patches of exposed skin, because you never hid how you thought he looked like a piece of art, and you did not intend to do so now.

“Tsk… Then…” His hand goes down from your cheeks to your neck, shoulder, and opens up your bathrobe even more than it already was, fingers tingling at your skin with tiny shocks from his quirk. “You take it off.”

🤍 Todoroki Shoto 🤍

You can’t handle your alcohol, you know it very well, but when Mina offers to pour you another shot, your head is already too foggy to say no

You see his hand on her pink wrist before you even feel him behind you. “I think she’s had enough, Ashido… Thanks for being so eager to celebrate though.”

“Shotoooooo” You jump at his neck, peppering his face with kisses while his hand goes straight to your back to support you. “You looked so good on stage Mister number twoooo I’m so proud of you !”

He smiles softly, like he always does when it’s you, like he never used to before, according to his friends, and sits, bringing you down on his lap. “Thank you my love. Glad you could make it tonight.”

Everything feels hot. And you know it’s not just his quirk, because his cold hand is on your thigh, yet you can feel small sweat droplets running down your back. Your head is pounding, the music is too loud, but you can’t take your eyes away from his chest and the mesmerizing movement of the blue flames embedded in his shirt

“Pretty…” He immediately closes the distance to your face, and your breath stops.

What did you say, love, I didn’t hear ?” He’s so close now, too close, your lips brushing against his

“Your new suit, it’s so pretty…” You slam your hands on each side of his face and plant your eyes in his, who are wide in surprise. “You’re so pretty.” A kiss to his forehead. “And cute.” Another to his nose. “And fit.” One below his eye, on the border of his scar. “And you have a huge di-“

“Okay okay how bout we go take a breather ?” You don’t have time to stick out your tongue to Mina, who almost fell to the ground laughing, before you’re carried princess-style to one of the balconies of the building

It’s freezing, or it should be, but cuddled up against his thermo-regulated suit, you can only feel the wind

“How ‘bout we keep the intimate talking for non work-settings next time ?” You raise your head to him and finally see he’s blushing, so hard even his ears have gotten as red as half his hair.

“What a shame, I wanted to show you how much I love your new look and how warm it makes me feel insi-“ He cuts you off with a kiss, one too rushed to not be at least half as excited as you are

“I’ll go get the car, please don’t get another drink while waiting” He puts you down but doesn’t go inside immediately, head down, still red. “Fuck.” Your eyes follow his to his pants, in no way shaped appropriately to re-enter the gala room.

“Oooorrr you could warm me up again ? I’m so cold in this dress Shoto…” You bat your eyelashes at him, and it takes him a second to go from offering you go back inside alone to understanding the innuendo and pulling you close to his chest.

“I would much rather take care of you at home, as soon as I can not make a scene of myself in there.” You giggle as he kisses your head gently. “Thanks. For the compliments. It’s… It warms me up too.”

🩷 Uraraka Ochako 🩷

“ Uuuggghhhh” Ochako lets herself fall on the couch next to you, face down, with a groan so loud it probably woke up your neighbors. You laugh as your hand goes to scratch at her scalp, and her noises turn to appreciation.

“ How did it go without Tsuyu ?” You put your book down, crawling closer to your girlfriend, hand never leaving her tangled hair

“Sooooo haaaard… I forgot it was quirk exploration today, this kid almost broke his leg because I forgot she wasn’t there to catch him.” Explains why she was in her bodysuit and not in casual clothes then. Explains also why you couldn’t take your eyes off her ass, even though she was going on and on about her day and you should be listening.

“And so I told him that subventions don’t just fall from the sky and that if he wants to get involved-“ You moved again, sitting next to her hips, and put your hands on her shoulders. Not including the way it perfectly hugged her body and the practicality of it, one of the advantages of this suit was that you always saw when she was tense.

“So my mom calls me, and obviously I can’t answer during class, but nnhg…” The moan escaped from her lips as soon as you pressed down the tender skin on her back, proceeding to gently massage her.

“Keep going ‘Chako, am listening.” You’ve done this hundred of times, you know precisely how to work the knots in her back, but this time, the way her whole body feels smooth like butter is making you blush so hard you’re glad she’s laying on her stomach. You think the one who designed this suit should be both rewarded by the state and put in prison

“You don’t have toooooo…” She tries to keep speaking but none of her sentences come to an end, all interrupted by various moans and groans that only amplify once you sit on her thighs and drag your hands lower, past her hips accessories

“That…” Grabbing her buttcheeks with your hands, you start kissing her backbone to the rhythm of her whimpers. “is a crime I can’t have my hands right here at every minute of the day.”

“Honey I work with kids I’m not sure-“ The slap surprises her, and she shoots you an amused look from behind her messed up hair. “Guess my opinion is not needed right now ?”

You nod and keep massaging her, lingering on her waist, sideboobs and cheeks way longer than necessary. When she seems to be fully relaxed and feels you rubbing against her, she taps on your knee to get you up

“Come on, lemme take care of you too.”

❤️ Kirishima Eijiro ❤️

“Red Riot ! Your partner might have been your best idea since we signed you !” Fat gum is laughing while dropping a dozen of meat balls in his mouth, and Eijiro has no idea what he is talking about until he sees you standing behind the pro-hero, distributing little food boxes to the agency sidekicks

“Princess !” He runs to you and lifts you up as you break into laughter, beaming

“Isn’t that my favorite hero back from patrol ?” He spins you around, dumb grin plastered to his face, until you get dizzy. Grabbing at the open mask around his mouth, you move it slightly so you can kiss him without hurting yourself

He’s sweaty and honestly kind of dirty and has a new small cut on his abs and you couldn’t care less about it all, dragging your hand all over his body as soon as he puts you down

He leans down to speak in your ear, but still talks loudly enough for Fat Gum to hear “Did your plan to bribe him to get me more days off worked ?”. He laughs as his boss throws a skewer at him, but you stopped listening a while ago now, not even sure when

The way his chest rises up when he speaks, skin always soft despite being used as a shield almost every day, the small veins appearing when he stretches his arms above his head

You’re suddenly very thankful your boyfriend is a hero, because it means you get to see him half naked every day without ever being judged by anyone

Tamaki, though, is very clearly judging the way your hand is tracing his colleague’s abs in the middle of the agency, while said colleague is joking around and not having any shame about it

“Please go home… or let me go home…” He drags his hood even lower than usual, and Eijiro puts his arm around you, still smiling

“Actually that does sound like a plan. I’ll go change, you wait for me right here okay ?” As he turns to leave, you tug at the cape around his waist, voice so low it can barely be heard in the loud atmosphere of the agency

“Actually… I thought we could shower at home… together ? And make the way back like… sorry it’s dumb” Of course it’s dumb. Making the way back still suited up ? He would either get harassed by so many fans you would have to wait on a bench for an hour, or get called on an arrest because the police will think he’s still in service, and you would have to go home alone. You would have his body exposed all the same at home, you could wait

“My little princess wants to show their boyfriend around ? Are we playing the ego game now ?” He whispers in your ear and your knees buckle, which is just enough to confirm his thoughts. Baring his teeth, his sweet talk promises blissful pain “You show the whole world I’m yours, and when we get home, I’ll mark you just enough to do the same, deal ?”

“Okay one… two… three… and posted !” You threw yourself in Charles’ arms as he clicked on the button and threw his phone away immediately, catching both you and Alex in a cuddle.

“You did it !” Alexandra pinched at his cheeks and you ruffled his hair, hands trembling with excitement.

Finally his ice-cream brand, Lec, was out, the main announcement posted on Instagram. The end of countless sleepless nights and never ending zoom calls, meetings at the worst time possible, and secrets to keep. Of course, now the promotion would be another handful, but at least the three of you would deal with it together. And you had always been pretty good at supporting your lovers.

You got into a more comfortable position on Charles’ lap, head resting against his, as Alexandra had gotten up and started her, as she called it, “happy dance”, which consisted mostly in jumping in circles screaming until she got dizzy. As you snorted, Alexandra very clearly loosing balance, Charles took your hand in his, softly rubbing it with his fingers.

“Thank you… I know it hasn’t been easy to deal with this on top of the races and everything… You’ve been amazing. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” You could not help a smirk from coming up your lips, and thought this was the time to charge again.

“I know how you can repay me…” You straddled him, and as he did his best to appear confident and in charge, his blush betrayed his shyness. Alex had stopped spinning, seemingly much more interested in what was taking place on the couch. “Maybe you could…” You got closer to him, and peppered his neck with kisses until you got to his ear, in which you whispered as seductively as you could. “Maybe you could get me a dog ?”

He immediately rolled his eyes and playfully pushed you away as you laughed at his bright red cheeks. You had dreamt of having your own dog for so long, specifically a longhaired dachshund, and both Alex and Charles had said no multiple times. Charles’ arguments were mainly that he was away too often to properly care for it, and your girlfriend, who called the breed “hairy sausages”, argued she would have to deal with all the responsibilities of it because both yours and Charles’ works took a lot of time. And though she actually found dogs very cute, she did not have an interest big enough for them to manage her schedule around one.

You had pleaded to Lewis to use Roscoe to convince them, managed to go partly remote with your job, and flooded their messages with videos of dogs almost daily. At this point, you were seriously considering getting one in secret just to see how long it would take for them to realize, and then argue it is too late to give it back.

“Sure.” What ? You sat straight up on Charles as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn’t have heard well. You turned to Alex, who shrugged.

“I can’t deal with seeing you cry over reels anymore, and Mimi’s pretty cute.” She gave you a warm smile. Mimi was your friend’s dog, the one who got you into dachshund in the first place.

“You’re not serious, are you ? You’re just in a good mood. You’re joking.” Charles actually laughed, and you thought your heart wouldn’t be able to handle a prank.

“Promis juré ma princesse. Why not, you want one, you can take care of it, who am I to deny you ? Let’s get you a dog.”

No matter how well isolated was your apartment, you thought you would be lucky if no neighbors came to complain tomorrow. There was a lot to celebrate for one night.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really need you to give Leo back, we’re going to take pictures…” Searching desperately for support in Alex’s eyes, you felt sick when you saw her staring at the ground. You were so shaken you let the event coordinator take the puppy from your arms and give him to Alexandra, who sheepishly turned her back to you and walked towards the press wall.

Charles himself was nowhere and everywhere at once, it was no use trying to get him to advocate for you. Too stressed by the beginning of the racing season combined with the launching events for Lec, he had mindlessly agreed to most of his agent’s suggestions, including playing what the Ferrari PR team had called “happy family”. Following the announcement of Carlos’ replacement, they needed good news to balance, and thought emphasizing Charles’ couple and furry kid would pull at a few heartstrings. But in their good Italian traditional beliefs, there was no place for a third, and since you had always been more busy, and therefore more discreet, than Alexandra, the cut had been made. They were to be the hit couple for a while, in a vain but admittedly successful attempt at calming the fans.

You had had little to no say, Charles having always been your voice in those kinds of businesses, and Alexandra being media trained to perfection. You thought back on your promises, on your dedication to be supportive of them, and decided the best thing to do would be to go get some air. It wasn’t as if you would be missed anyway.

As you stepped on one of the secluded balconies, the cold breeze of the night came to slap your face, and without anyone’s arms or jacket to comfort you, you suddenly felt very lonely. The evening had dragged on enough, you just wanted to go home. Debating between taking a cab or waiting for your lovers, you took out your phone, only to be flooded by notifications from your socials. You barely used them, so had no idea why they would be so active all of a sudden.

Both Instagram and Twitter greeted you with the same pictures taken either by fans or paparazzis. You shopping with Carlos’s girlfriend, Leo trotting happily by your side, as well as another few at a restaurant with friends, where Leo was sleeping on your lap while Charles and Alex were somewhere in the background, probably discussing going dancing after. The usual. But this time, all the comments seemed to agree on one thing. The dog wasn’t yours.

“Did they lend her the dog for the day ?”. “Leo’s godmother.” “Is she gonna be the babysitter while they’re gone ?” “Me when my friends get a baby”.

You three had always been private, but not secret. People made their own opinions anyway, and you did not care much about polishing a public persona. You did not use socials, Alex had private accounts, and Charles’ were managed by his PR team. In the end, even though you had dated Alexandra since high school, and Charles for a bit more than a year, the lack of official pictures or announcement, coupled with Ferrari’s new strategy, only served as validation to those who affirmed the real couple were Alexandra and Charles.

You felt sick, cold, and particularly lonely. Cab it would be.

“Babe what are you doing outside like that, you’ll get a cold !” You felt his jacket fall on your shoulders before you even heard him walk up to you. Ears buzzing, eyes watering, you weren’t sure you were able to face him.

“I’m gonna go home. I’ll leave you with your girlfriend and your dog if you don’t mind.” When you turned to him, you saw right behind one of the girls in charge of the party holding Leo, and your blood started boiling again. Charles was looking at you all confused, and you felt an itch to slap him.

“What ? What are you on about ? How ‘bout you come back inside, I think Leo misses you.” He chuckled, and you thought a full punch would probably be better than a slap.

“I don’t think your dog misses me.” The words felt like poison in your mouth, but you wanted him to get it. To understand how ridiculous this situation was getting. And why wouldn’t the girl put him down, he was clearly uncomfortable in her arms ? Why was no one taking it seriously ?

“Leo’s your dog, Y/N, I don’t get it…”

“Then give him back to me !” You screamed and the puppy yapped back, before jumping from the assistant’s arms, who shrieked and struggled to get him back. Too late, he had found your arms before she managed to pull the leash. “You should probably talk with your team, Charles.” He frowned at the use of his name, which almost always meant you were pissed. “Goodnight.”

As they finished filling their suitcases, you thought back on this evening, and that you probably should have shut your mouth. Following Lec’s launching party, what you hoped would be a wake up call for your lovers turned into something even worse. Charles was indeed called in for a talk with the PR team. And then Alex too. Your turn never came, and the more the days passed, the more it appeared your relationship was being taken over by management and marketing teams.

The following weeks had been a blur of unspoken tensions and meaningless routines. Breakfast alone, walking Leo only in the areas pre-approved to avoid pictures, going to work without him and coming home to new communication materials published with his face on it, work calls for your boyfriend stretching into the night, and your girlfriend going out so often it seemed her side of the bed was getting colder with each passing day. They both seemed to have undergone a sad transformation, their fiery and protective spirits dampened by forced compromises. Something told you they had been pushed to agree to the new directive, and yet you couldn’t help but stay mad at them. You understood Charles. The pressure he was under, the expectations of the whole team, the weight of his responsibilities. But Alexandra, you had known for too long. She had never been one to bow down and blindly agree to unfair decisions. She had loved you, through good and bad. She had promised you, together forever. And now she kept her hands by her side on the street and you wondered when her clothes had stopped smelling like you.

They kissed you goodbye, promised you mountains of gifts and a magnificent restaurant when they returned, but the door had not even closed when you fell crying to your knees. You had moved to the couch and slept there, your puppy watching over you, when your mother knocked on the door the following morning.

“Happy birthday darling !” She opened her arms and you ran in them, grabbing at your siblings behind her to get them in the hug too.

You had hoped to be out of tears by now, having spent the night reading articles speculating on why you were living with Formula 1 hottest couple -were you a distant relative ? A friend of Alex in need of a place to crash ?-, but the warm embrace of family members you hadn’t seen for months was enough to bring you back to the edge.

“Where are my favorite in-laws ?” She was beaming as she settled her belongings on the kitchen counter. “Oh that’s my baby grandson, come here baby !” She took Leo in her arms and you thought you had more time to breathe, but your younger brother tugged at your sleeve.

“Can Charlie take me on the boat ? I learned how to do a backflip at school and he can film me do it from the boat and then the others are gonna be so jealous and” You put your hand on his head and ruffled his hair softly.

“I’m sorry… Charles isn’t there. Alex too.” Your mother furrowed her brows and gave you a puzzled look. “Race weekend, and they were expected at an event they couldn’t cancel.” Your voice, barely above a whisper, was already shaking. You felt your tears ready to spill over, and gritted your teeth. “Last minute decision.”

Your brother only groaned and ran to the balcony to look at the port, already over it, but your mother came to hold your hand, and you exchanged a look of “we’ll talk about it later”.

Unfortunately, by the time you all came back from your evening out, and the kids were in bed, your mother was faced with the situation without leaving you any time to explain.

“Y/N, dear, come here please…” You sat next to her with two glasses of wine, and looked over her shoulder to her phone, where she had some celebrities gossip website open. “Is that the event they couldn’t cancel for your birthday ?” Her tone was cold, and you took at better look at the pictures.

A sunset movie-worthy, one of those that always brought tears to your eyes. A small table with candles and flowers on the beach, cocktails so colorful you could almost taste them from afar. Holding hands, looking at each other like the world had stopped, your lovers were apparently having the time of their life in a romantic restaurant, on your birthday evening. You took out your own phone. No messages.

The panic attack struck you without warning. Your heart had clenched all at once, and despite your mother’s attempt at laying you on your back, your muscles kept you rolled in a ball. You felt as if every breath was tearing apart your lungs, and could feel your heartbeat from your ears to the tip of your fingers. You could vaguely hear her talking to you, but it was as if a wall was standing between you, yet her touch felt very close, too close, as if her usually soft fingers were now burning your arms. Was it the end ? Was it how your great love story ended, alone on a Saturday night, crying so much you were drooling on the couch ? Your body was aching like never before, were you about to pass out ? To simply die ?

In the end you only managed to fall asleep after your mom calmed you down. You thought before closing your eyes that even your pain was disappointing.

You were helping your siblings pack up their bags when they came home, arms filled with packages. The little ones jumped to them, glad to have at least been able to say hello before leaving, but your mother stayed by your side, not even greeting them. She thanked them coldly for the gifts, and pushing the children towards the door, gave you a sympathetic look. She said she would always be there for you. She said you could come home if needed. But when Leo jumped on the couch and laid next to you, you knew no matter how painful it was, your home was here and there. You just needed time. You would figure it out, together. But not tonight. Tonight you just wanted out.

“Happy belated birthday, princesse.” Charles said tentatively, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he gestured to the mountain of gifts piled on the table. Alex sat by your side, but you got up before she could hold your hand.

“I don’t want your gifts. I want an apology. Think well about what you’ve done.” You kissed your puppy’s head and left the apartment immediately.

Almost running in the hallways and stairs, you got to his door panting. You knew he was back, they always made the journey together. So when he opened the door, clearly exhausted and surprised to see you, you broke down once again.

“I’m sorry Max… can I come in ?” He immediately closed the door behind you and called for his girlfriend, while his step daughter Penelope came to hug your legs. You collapsed on their sofa, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, unable to find the words to explain the depth of your pain. Kelly and Penelope tried to soothe you with soft voices and hugs, but Max only managed to pace the room, his jaw clenched in anger.

“What the hell happened ?” He had always been so sweet to you, so welcoming in this unfamiliar world. You felt bad for seeking comfort in his home after he had just came back. But the gates were opened, and while you cried, you still managed to make out a few words, enough for the couple to piece out the situation.

Penelope stayed close to you, hugging you with all the warmth a child could muster, while Kelly had been forced to stand in front of the door to prevent your friend from committing murder. They were now arguing silently, and you felt your eyes get heavier by the minute, strangely lulled to sleep by their hushed whispers. You had finally put words on what was happening, and the little girl’s cuddles had managed to calm you down to the point of dozing off.

“I think you should take her home.” Kelly murmured, still worried.

Max nodded in agreement, and he carefully scooped you in his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you back to your apartment. Charles was standing in the doorway, Alex pacing behind him, and both let him pass, faces etched with concern.

“You two stay right there.” Max’s voice was sharp, commanding not to argue. He laid you down in your bed, tucking the covers around you and stroking your hair until sleep finally claimed you. When he tried to leave the apartment, your two lovers were still standing by the door, begging to be heard.

“Max, please, what’s going on…” Alexandra tried to get close but he immediately took a step back, and pointed his finger at her.

“You had your chance to make things right by staying this weekend. You blew it up. Take your responsibilities.” He then turned to Charles, and almost spat to his face. “And you… I thought family was supposed to always come first. Maybe I was wrong.” His face was distorted with anger, and his knuckles white on the door handle. “You two have to man up for once in your fucking life. Either you tell Ferrari, and everyone who’s putting their noise in your business, to fuck off, or you loose her.”

With that, he slammed the door, leaving Charles and Alexandra with the consequences of their actions. They knew they had been fooled. Manipulated. Two nights ago, when the pictures of them had been taken, they were having one of the worst conversation possible. One they wanted to share with you as soon as possible, and in person, and not on your birthday. They were now wondering how they could do so without sounding like liars.

Would you trust them ? Believe Charles, when he would tell you the PR team had said you weren’t cut for fame, that the spotlights were obviously making you stressed, that you would be happier away from it all ? Believe Alex, when she would admit that they had threatened her with your boyfriend’s career, as well as your own, reminding her that she had never needed to work, and that if she loved the both of you, she should let professionals handle the situation ? Believe them, when they would say that’s what they talked about at the restaurant, and that their look of love was captured when they thought of you home, and wished you were with them ?

They weren’t sure. The thought that you could decide to end it all, and you would be smart to do so, frightened them. When they finally went to bed, hands shaking and eyes wet, each one cuddling by your side, hoping this night would not be the last, you did not even wake up.

“Still not forgiven ?” Max pushed Charles’ shoulder softly, half teasing him, half genuinely concerned for his friend, even though he hated to admit it. He had moved away from the group of men having a drink in the shared garden of their building, and had been staring at the moon for too long for someone in a good mood.

“I don’t know… She keeps saying everything is fine, but it’s clearly not. Even when we told her of our meetings, she was like… she agreed with them ?” Charles turned to his friend, disbelief written all over his face. “Said they knew what they were talking about, that it was for the best. Keeps walking behind us in the street, encourages us to go out just us two, even refuses to hold Leo when there are fans ! Her own dog, Max !” Charles felt the arm of the taller man lay on his shoulder, and he rested his head in the embrace, sighing.

As he was about to turn for a full hug, he heard Carlos whistle from the table, and Daniel signed at them to get back and away from the hedges.

“Paps.” The Aussie simply said when they got back, pointing a finger at the light of a camera through the bushes. “What a waste of money living here if they still manage to get in.” Max groaned and started to pick up the bottles, inciting everyone to go back inside.

“What a pain those fuckers…” He grumbled, clearly annoyed to not be able to enjoy his evening out with friends without the sound of camera shutters ruining everything. “What fucking interest is there to our lives, go get one of your own or something for god’s sake…” Everyone agreed but still followed him to one of the shared inside spaces, frustration hanging heavy in the air.

As they settled around the pool table, anecdotes about obsessive fans and annoying paparazzis were shared, but Charles’ mind was drifting elsewhere. An idea had begun to take root, a small glimmer of hope for his relationship, to maybe get back his girlfriend, before sadness had taken over most of her. He chugged down the rest of his drink, and called for the attention of his friends.

“What if… what if we used the paps ? What if I said fuck you to Ferrari without dealing with the legal issues ?” A spark appeared in their eyes, and in their last sober decision, they called Alexandra to come down, all agreeing she would be their voice of reason.

Oblivious to it all, you were reading in bed when the gathering happened, and would never know of it.

Only a few days later was the plan put into action. Charles’ idea of using actual paparazzis was turned down by Alex, who reminded the boys of the consequences on their careers if anyone found out who made the call. Despite his drunken arguments of being ready to fuck it all for his girls, soundly supported by his friends, she had found a much safer solution.

When you stepped on the huge balcony, you felt tears come to your eyes, happy ones, for the first time in weeks. Your lovers had crafted a perfect romantic dinner for you, straight out of a movie. The table was laid out for three, candles lit up and rose petals everywhere on the ground. A bottle of expensive champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice, waiting to be popped podium-style, and Leo was waiting by the door with a little bow tie on his collar. You had missed being just the three of you, no waitress, no management, no friends, just a homemade dinner and loving looks.

So when they took you in their arms, wrapping you in love and affection, peppering your skin with kisses and sweet compliments, you simply gave in without a care for anything else. You hugged and kissed until you had no breath left, and let them treat you, for you had deserved it.

Yet the whole time, unbeknownst to you, Daniel and Max had been stationed right under your balcony, hidden from view as they snapped pictures of the intimate scene unfolding. They did their best to capture every shared glance and affectionate touch, every kiss and hug that would make it impossible to deny the love shared between you. They had all warned paparazzis were roaming in the area the night before, which would make the whole thing even more believable for the PR teams. The secret mission was going to perfection, and when you retreated indoors with a seductive wink to your partners, Charles and Alexandra gave a subtle thumbs up to the boys to signal the end of the work for tonight.

As you awoke to the gentle rays of sunlight through the curtains you had not closed well last night, a sense of peace came over you for the first time in a while. Yesterday’s romantic dinner, and night, was still fresh in your mind and body, and you smiled when greeted with your lovers’ sleeping faces when you turned in the bed. Reaching as quietly as possible for your phone, your soft morning suddenly turned to hell as you saw hundreds of notifications and missed calls appear on the lock screen.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you scrolled them all. Missed calls from Ferrari. Messages from long lost friends. And obviously, dozens and dozens of pictures plastered across every gossip account related to Formula 1. It seemed an anonymous account had taken and posted pictures of your very private dinner during the night, and then disappeared, right after the pictures had been reposted everywhere.

With trembling hands, you turned to look at Charles and Alexandra, still sleeping peacefully by your side. Instead of finding solace in their presence, a wave of dread washed over you, the fear of losing everything you held dear threatening to consume you whole. Would this be the breaking point for them ? Would Ferrari ask you to move out ? Would they all lie, deny completely your existence ?

The sound of Leo’s plaintive cries echoed through the room, snapping your partners from their slumber. They came even closer to you, filled with concern as your breathing got more and more erratic, tears streaming down your face. They took turns kissing away your tears and whispering words of comfort until you managed to give them your phone, as well as theirs. You tried regulating your breathing as they scrolled, and sat down, expecting a tough conversation straight after.

Alex simply threw her phone away after not even two minutes of screen time, coming back to lay her head on your chest and faking purring. Charles sighed, and opened the camera of his phone. Had they asked him to make an apology video ? He turned the camera to Leo, and added his hand to where Alex’s fingers were already intertwined with yours. Snapping a pic of the small dog with your three hands next to him, he immediately posted it on his story on Instagram, which he had apparently gotten back the login details for, with the caption “Family 4️⃣❤️”.

“About time it was out officially, right love ?” Charles stroked your cheek lovingly while your girlfriend hummed in agreement, nuzzling closer to you. “I was thinking your red dress for the event next week, and we could get me a new suit but” He kept rambling on, his phone buzzing non stop on his side table, head in the crook of your neck. Too stunned to speak, you simply laid back in the bed and let him talk your ear off. It wasn’t over then ?

By the time of the next Lec event, you were sure it was far from over. Alex was holding your hand, and you had gotten matching nails the day before. Charles had insisted you were the only one to wear red tonight, and he kept you as close as physically possible, one hand always on your waist. The little pup struggled to find his place in all this affection, but you made sure to keep him in your arms whenever he needed comfort, and otherwise refused to give the leash to anyone else. When Charles’ agent came to warn you there would be trouble, Alex stepped in front of you with the look of defiance you had always loved, and simply told him “With all due respect, fuck off.” Charles shrugged, saying this wasn’t a Ferrari event anyway, and smiled as he took you two away.

You finally stood tall and proud, at peace and at home. The party was quite private, you were mostly surrounded by friends and well-wishers, and one in particular came to greet you with the biggest smile on his face.

“As pretty as ever querida !” Carlos took you in his arms, and gave a small pet to Leo’s head. He congratulated you, and gesturing to the PR team seemingly having a breakdown in the corner of a room, he chuckled. “The only thing I won’t miss at Ferrari is their shitty strategy.” He winked at you before going back to the buffet, not without a last word “It’s clear the only happy family they should advertise is you three, with how they’re looking at you.”

You turned back to meet their eyes. Charles raised his glass to you, and Alex’s smile was brighter than the neon lights. You felt filled with pride, love, a sense of validation like no other. You thought of your mother, of her warm embrace and comforting words. You hoped she would see the pictures of tonight. You hoped she knew you had a home away from home in them. And so you ran to them, and laughed until your cheeks hurt, and danced until the lights went out, and promised to love until the very last star in the sky burnt out.

“Ah per favore… Tell me you’re not dressing up like that for her.”

“Ah please, tell me you’re not giving your opinion when no one asked for it.” Chiara popped her tongue at your cold answer, and stayed in the opening of your door, clearly judging you.

You had been going through your closet for about an hour now, and the floor seemed to only disappear more and more under the layers of clothes thrown onto it carelessly. Nothing seemed good enough, partly because you had no idea what to expect for the evening, and mostly because no matter how much you refused to admit it, Chiara was right. You wanted to look pretty for someone else than yourself. For two people exactly. The thought of how quick you had thrown away all of your big principles when faced with fluttering eyelashes and pink cheeks almost made you sick.

Yet when they both got up from the table, Alex running to your arms with a smile and Charles blushing, eyeing you up and down, you thought that Chiara should just shut up once in a while. This was too good to not enjoy.

And you had promised yourself this would not be the same this time. They were your friends, they were dating, and you would keep a healthy relationship with both of them. But then Alexandra softly kissed your cheeks, and took your hand in hers. You would limit any type of confusing physical touch, and make sure to not give in to sweet pet names. But then she led you to Charles, who put his hand, much bigger and more calloused than his girlfriend’s, on your waist, and brought you closer to greet you. You would not let your fantasies take over facts, and you would keep all communication clear and honest to ensure your best friend stayed exactly that. A best friend. But then he told you you were gorgeous, and she giggled while still holding your hand, and they had your favorite drink already on the table, and suddenly you forgot everything you had told yourself in the mirror while getting ready. Surely it would come back to you if it was that important. Right ?

Back to you it came, in the form of Alex’s gorgeous friend and one of your workshop colleague, Luca. Almost falling on you as you exited the bathroom, he seemed like he had had one too many drinks already, and didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.

“Oh mais regarde toi, quelle beauté !” He grabbed at your waist and kissed your cheeks, blabbering on and on in French about your makeup and outfit. “Who are you trying to impress by looking so gorgeous, babe ?”

You chuckled and pretended he was wrong, but could not help and steal a glance. Of course you wanted to impress them, what a joke to pretend you did not care. Why for, even you had no idea, but you knew you would be satisfied as long as they kept their eyes on you. Which they had stopped doing for a while now, seeing as they were cuddled up on one of the couches, Alexandra sitting on Charles’ lap, hands in his hair, while he peppered her neck and shoulder with soft kisses. You could hear her giggles from afar, smell his shampoo, or maybe you just knew them too well for your own good.

You knew you were staring, knew Luca would be quick to catch on to what was happening if you did not get a hold of yourself, but it seemed that even the music and lights had faded in favor of the scene in front of you. It was hypnotizing, seeing her give in, seeing him take charge, knowing in your heart you should be there but never would be. Cheeks heating up, you turned back to Luca.

“I actually wouldn’t mind some company, if anyone here shares your opinion tonight.” Beaming, he hooked his arm with yours and took you straight to the bar to get a refill, which would inevitably end up spilled on the floor when he made you dance until you saw stars.

You don’t know how long you had danced for when he came to you. Hands sliding down your waist to your hips, his hot breath making the hairs on your neck dress up, you did not look up. You knew it wasn’t him. Because you knew how his hands felt from that one time he caught you from falling, because no man in their right mind would dance that way with their girlfriend’s friend in a crowded club, because it would never be your neck he buries his face in. But just for a few seconds, maybe minutes, you caught yourself hoping it was true, dreaming you would turn around and get a glimpse of green eyes before his lips crashed into yours. But the eyes were dark, the hair too blonde, the hands too soft. And yet you still let him kiss you, and when his slim fingers brought your dress higher on your buttcheeks, you even moaned in his mouth. Desperate was an understatement at this point.

“I’m going to put my fist so far up his ass he’ll be lucky if…” Alex’s sentence was cut short by Charles’ hand slamming against her face, flashing an apologetic smile to the friends they were chatting with and dragging her away. “Who even is that ? I’m going to get a bouncer to kick him out.” Charles had to tighten the grip on his arm to finally get her to look at him.

“Calm. Down.” This seemed to only piss her off more, but before she could start another rant, this time aimed at her boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her, giving him the advantage of surprise to then speak in her ear. “I know. But love, just look around you. At least half of this party knows us. I’m not sure punching a guy flirting with…” Unsure of how to call you to appease Alex, he opted for simplicity. “Y/N, and making a scene like a jealous wife is the best way to get her back.”

She sighed, head rubbing against the palm of his hand, before raising her doe eyes at him. “Then do it, Charles.” Getting closer to him, Alexandra brought her lips to his, her breath intoxicating like syrupy almonds. “Everyone knows you. Everyone loves you. Who would even dare to say something to Mr. Golden Boy.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she knew exactly how to get him. Sweet as honey, sharp as glass. “Why don’t you be a good boy and go fetch her for me, hm Charlie ?” He only managed to nod pathetically, his whole body aching to get on his knees and have her sit on his face.

The tension in his muscles was still present by the time he got to the bar stool where you were sitting, and he thought he might actually end up smashing the guy’s face against the counter. You were laughing like he had never heard before, the kind of sultry giggles that belonged to cab rides and hotel hallways, only an invitation for the hand already sat on your thigh to go up further. He barely had time to think of consequences, and you to realize he was standing behind you, before his hand fell to the guy’s shoulder, and he started speaking in his ear. The music was too loud, you were getting really drunk, so when the man’s eyes got wide, and he apologized before leaving in a hurry, you were unable to guess what Charles could have told him.

“I’m sorry, doll…” It wasn’t the first time he called you that, yet everytime it left your heart pulsing, and your core aching for more. You felt your legs wobble as he slid between them. “Seems he wasn’t interested in much more than a quick fling.” His fingers ran up your thigh and you almost fell the dig of a nail, before he took the hem of your dress and brought it back down to its usual length. The exhale that came out of your mouth felt like the first one in hours. “And you’re worth more than quick, aren’t you ?” At this moment, no, you weren’t worth more than that, you were yearning for someone to take your mind off the shitshow that was your heart, even if it meant bending over a bathroom sink for any nameless guy. But you smiled through the shivers and thanked him, even daring to put your hand on his. Everything was spinning, your ears were ringing, but he was smiling back at you, so maybe this evening wasn’t so bad. “Party’s over, let’s go home, doll.”

On the way back, Alex sat in the front of the car, but kept her hand on your knee the whole way, tracing small circles on your exposed skin. It almost seemed to you that with every sharp breath you took, you saw her smile in the car’s mirrors, but you fell asleep without being sure.

Even Charles was annoyed now. Maybe he could buy you a leash, make sure you were never straying too far. A tag too, so that you wouldn’t get lost. One with his name etched into the metal, just so there’d be no doubt. Just so that everyone knew who you belonged to. Would you be good ? Obedient ? He barely managed to get back to reality before his face got as red as his suit. Knee bouncing restlessly, his eyes were unable to leave you, bent over his car as a mechanic showed you his seat. If he could see you, it meant everyone could. And that was starting to get on his nerves.

“Sorry I found a pretty one” Alex whispered, sliding up behind him, her voice a low hum of amusement against his ear. “Sometimes I wish I could lock her up too…”

“I mean you could.” Charles knew he was fucking up. The words had tumbled out before he could stop himself, the implication behind heavy with something he would not dare to name. He knew his girlfriend had been teetering on the edge lately, and that any idea fueling her possessiveness would be considered, no matter how immoral. He knew he was supposed to be the voice of reason. Your soft way back to her, to them. Like the web to the spider. But this new mechanic he was definitely going to get fired was now making you try a headset, and he was playing with your hair, and the image of you getting yanked back to his feet was taking too much place in his brain. So when Alexandra stared at him, he simply shrugged, surrendering. “I don’t want her to stray too far when I’m on track. Who knows what could happen to her.”

When the free practice started, and Alexandra sent you to get her painkillers from the “infirmary”, you didn’t know what you were getting into. As the door locked behind you in the small storage room, you became painfully aware that you had no idea how this world worked. You had followed her instructions blindly, not really knowing anyone, and not wanting to cause trouble. And now you were banging on the door, feeling the air slowly get out of your lungs as the panic took over your body. There wasn’t any light in the room, and you could faintly hear the rumbles of the cars in the distance. Everyone was probably busy either watching or working on the track. No one would hear you scream, yet you begged for help with every bit of energy left in you.

Claustrophobia had been the fear you never got over. Taking stairs rather than elevators and walking over crowded buses, you had mostly managed on your own. But there you were, stuck in what seemed smaller than your bathroom at the residency, wondering if you were about to suffocate to death between tyre blankets and wires in Abu Dhabi. Charles had told you the practices lasted about an hour. But would you ? And even if your lungs hadn’t burnt from the thick air then, would someone find you right away ? Who could even come to look for you, in such a foreign place, with no friends other than two of the busiest people there could be this weekend ? Tears streaming down your face, you found yourself wishing you had never left their side. Maybe that would have been childish, but you would have been safe.

“Y/N ? Y/N are you in there ?” Anywhere in the world you would have recognized this voice. The only one that would understand your pain because she knew your fears. You screamed her name and heard rustling in the hallway. For a second when the door opened, she stood bathed in the clinical white lights, and you thought you had died. No angel would ever come close to such a vision. “Y/N ! Mon chou come here oh my god” She fell to her knees, opening her arms, and it felt like coming home. To hell with the physical distance, to hell with the principles. She had found you. She had saved you. Your head in her neck and her hands in your hair, you tightened your arms against her even when she gasped, but pulled you even closer. The tears falling down on your cheeks weren’t yours only, and you could barely make out what she was saying.

When the buzzing in your ears finally calmed down, she had cupped your face, whispering inches away from it. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you you’re safe. Please don’t leave me anymore. Please please please Y/N I beg you I got so scared, you weren’t coming back and I thought something had happened to you, it’s not safe here.” Rubbing your cheek with her thumb, she even kissed repeatedly your forehead as you could only nod, still crying. “Stay by my side, please never do that again. I thought I had lost you, I thought…”

You said yes, over and over again, apologizing as if it had been your fault, promising to be good like a prayer to a benevolent deity.

When Charles got out of the car and saw you holding Alex’s hand, your whole body twitching while she was beaming, he could not help but smirk. On a counter next to his phone, the keys to one of the storage rooms sat innocently, gleaming under the lights.

The weeks following the incident felt like a blur, as if your mind was slowly sinking into the mist of December mornings, and the last of your independence with it. Wherever you turned, Alexandra’s warmth and Charles’s steady hands were there, lingering at the edge of your vision, too close to be a coincidence.

But it was too comforting to not bathe in it. Your mind kept on replaying the moment your friend had found you in the storage room so many times it became a mantra, a balm to soothe the fear that still clawed at your thoughts at night. She found you. She saved you. She would never leave you. Charles too, after making a scene at the race and demanding the lack of safety in the infrastructure to be investigated, had made a point of shielding you from anything he deemed not safe. Which now that you were back in Monaco, seemed to be everything and everyone. You caught him glaring more than once at strangers, his body always carefully sliding between you and anyone who got too close.

Yet you had also been witness to the ugly side of fame since, the shadows it casted and the vultures it attracted, and trusted them to keep you away from it. All celebrities seemed to like their private life to stay, well… Private, and so when he brushed a stray hair from your face and told you he wouldn’t let any creep bother his dear friend, you believed him.

And truth be told, you loved the attention. That’s what you wished for, all you ever wanted, you told yourself as Alex braided your hair on the couch of the residency, Charles scrolling on his phone, his knee brushing absent-mindedly against yours. It was sweet, how they cared so much. Your roommates had given up on understanding, as long as the mood was not as icy as it had been the past month, they were fine with pretending nothing had ever happened. Life itself seemed to be so much easier with just them anyway. Why bother looking elsewhere, for what even ?

“I thought you were really cute, and I just wanted to give you my number, if you ever wanna go on a date.” The French accent snapped you out of your thoughts, and you nodded, blushing, as the barista winked at you. Your gaze immediately darted to the side, as if they’d be standing there, watching. But you had come alone, like stepping outside without a coat, not sure how you were now feeling about the decision. No matter what, it seemed their presence clung to you like a second skin.

They weren’t stopping you from dating, or making friends out of the internship. But it had been a while since you had thought about anyone else in that manner, and stepping out of the comfortable bubble you had built around the three of you now seemed like such an effort, on top of being scary. A voice in your head, your voice probably, even though it sounded too much like Alexandra’s, always ended up whispering : What else do you need that you don’t already have ?

The barista’s number scribbled on a napkin stayed untouched in your bag. Charles’ eyes had lingered too long on your phone screen one night, and when you mentioned in passing the way the uber driver had complimented your makeup, Alex had tilted her head just slightly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, her tongue brushing faintly against her canine. But they laughed it off, and you laughed with them, sinking into a soft net that felt more silk than cloud.

Had you been more careful, maybe you would have seen the signs. The way stuff in your bedroom seemed to change places, or even disappear. The deleted messages sent from your own phone, asking to be left alone, confirming you weren’t interested. The delicate touch of a hand on your arm, the oh-so-French kiss on the cheeks you always seemed to receive whenever a flirtatious wink was sent your way. But you had missed her, and you liked him so much, and for nothing in the world you would go back to a world where those weren’t your best friends. No matter how hard it was to fall asleep picturing them running their hands further than morality authorized.

As you lingered by Marco’s door, his bed still a wreck even though he had left a week ago, you couldn’t help but sigh. The house was so quiet, barely troubled by the faint swirl of wind in the garden. You thought you would like it this way. Even though it had been fun, living with seven other art students had been… Messy. Now everyone had gone home, and there was no need for fighting over the thermostat or Sunday mornings rush to get groceries anymore. Only the handmade decorations were left behind, like ghosts of their absence.

You couldn’t explain to yourself why you had resisted going home. On the phone with your mother, you had brushed it off with excuses about the time-consuming art pieces, the flights, and how it would be easier to stay. But when the clock struck midnight on the 22, and the thought of waking up alone for the next few days clawed at your chest, you booked the next available flight. You’d surprise your family. Sitting at the table and laughing at their jokes and going for a walk after lunch. You’d come home.

The morning of the 24th greeted you with hope, and then a storm. Nice’s airport’s fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the crowd’s disappointed faces as flight after flight turned red on the departure boards. You tried to stay calm, fiddling with a trinket tied to your bag, but when the announcement came that no flights would leave until the storm cleared, something inside you cracked. You were stuck. Not home. Not Monaco.

You stared at your phone, thumb hovering over Alexandra’s contact. You hadn’t told them you were leaving, hadn’t wanted to explain why the urge to run away, and why you were now desperately crawling back. The empty airport felt like punishment, and your fingers moved before you could second-guess yourself. Faced with her warm voice, the words tumbled out on their own. The storm. The canceled flights. The panic of the crowd slowly but surely spreading to you.

“You stay there, we’re coming to get you”. You barely had time to protest before the call ended.

When their car pulled up outside the terminal, the storm still raged, rain lashing against the windshield as Charles parked. Alex hopped out, an umbrella barely covering her as she ran to you, her sparkly short dress illuminating the pavement. “Oh, mon chou, you must be freezing,” she cooed, wrapping her coat around your shoulders and guiding you to the car.

Charles was waiting, heater blasting, his smile soft as he looked back at you from the driver’s seat. “You should’ve told us you were leaving,” he said, a hint of reproach softened by his tone.

You shrugged, sinking into the warmth of the car. “It was a last-minute thing.”

Alexandra clicked her tongue, clearly disapproving, as she slid in beside you. “At least you have your bag ready.” You barely had time to register what was happening as you saw Charles type in an address that was definitely not the residency. Before you could ask, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

“You’re not spending Christmas alone, doll. I called my mom on the way, so I hope you like oysters.” He broke eye contact as you opened your mouth to protest, his voice much lower, daring you to defy him. “Don’t argue with me, it’s already settled.”

Their idea of Christmas was something out of a dream. Charles’ family home in Monaco was decked out in soft lights and greenery, the smell of mulled wine and myriads of meals filling every corner. His family welcomed you with open arms, and Alexandra’s parents, who had joined as well, treated you with the delicate attention of pretending like your presence had always been planned.

The day went on as if you were stuck in the flow of a warm river, feeling the deep call you but unable to move a muscle to swim against it. You hadn’t been allowed to lift a finger, Charles steering you away from the kitchen when you offered to help, pressing a glass of wine in your hand instead. “Absolutely not. You’re a guest, Y/N. Relax.”

Everytime someone asked how you were enjoying the day, one of them was always quick to describe how “special” it was to have you here, and how glad they were to finally be able to introduce you. Their attention was always on you, always ready for any request you might have. What had become a natural habit, developing over the last few weeks, was now exacerbated under the glimmering lights, and the Christmas tree seemed to wink at you, knowingly, as if it was in on whatever elaborate spectacle Charles and Alexandra had orchestrated. Their care was overbearing but left no room for complaint. By the time dessert was served, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. An intricate figurine in a glass case, too precious to touch but constantly on display. Anytime Charles called for his doll, you got dizzier.

When everyone gathered around the fireplace to open their gifts, the cook gave you a knowing look and gestured at another glass of wine left on the kitchen counter, before swiftly exiting the room. You gladly took it and observed from afar the parade of extravagance. Designer clothes, limited-edition art pieces, concerts tickets in another country. If you thought your own Christmases back home were lavish, it was no comparison to the Leclerc’s.

“Here, mon chou.” Alexandra purred, pressing a carefully wrapped small box in your hand. “We planned on giving it to you next week but now’s even better.”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks heat up as everyone turned to you. This was not planned. You did not have time to get either of them anything, even less their families. It all felt like a show you had never agreed on being a part of. “You really didn’t have to-”

“Open it.” Charles interrupted, his grin infuriating, dimples bigger than ever. He lounged back on the sofa, one ankle resting casually on his knee, his gaze fixed on you. With a brush of his hands, he pretended to swish away your worries. “We’ll go and change it if you don’t like it”.

The box revealed a delicate bracelet, platinum with tiny diamonds winking along its length. Sucking in a breath, you felt their eyes on you, expectant, hungry for your reaction. “It’s pretty, no ?” Alexandra’s voice was eager, her fingers brushing yours as she took the bracelet to clasp it around your wrist. It was too much. The alcohol made your head pound and you felt like throwing up. Raising your eyes, the guilt hit you like a wave. They had done so much for you, gone out of their way to include you, and you couldn’t even summon the gratitude they deserved ? The metal was biting into your skin as if in reprimand, your whole body feeling like fire since you had finished your glass. Taking a deep breath, you excused yourself to “freshen up”.

The low hum of voices faded as you found a quiet room in the labyrinth that was the house. This is what you’d always wanted, wasn’t it ? To be cared for, adored, treated like the most important person in the room ? Then why did it feel too much ? Why did it feel like drowning ? You thought back to October, and quickly recognized the signs of your love barging through the door, demanding the best place at the table. You couldn’t let either of them know you were back on your stupid feelings, or they would leave you again. And then ? You had seen the pain, for everyone involved. Good friends. Best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. You exhaled, praying for your thoughts to shut up, concentrating on the wind outside.

It was Charles that came for you, sitting carefully next to you on the bed, as though you might shatter if he moved an inch wrong. Turning away from the frosted window, you murmured. “Just needed a breather.”

“I’m sorry.” Before you even had time to ask what for, he sighed, gesturing vaguely towards the door. “For all of this. We just wanted to make you feel welcome but… It’s obviously not working.” Running a hand through his hair, betraying his frustration, his other one went tentatively to yours, and your fingers laced together. “I can see you’re not enjoying this, and I know it will never be the same as being with your family.”

“Charles, I don’t-”

“I can arrange a plane.” He was rambling on, a habit they seemed to share, and in the soft light of the moon, you could swear his eyes were red. “First thing in the morning, have you be home before lunch. We love having you here, doll, but… I think it might have been selfish of us.” There. You had made him sad. He had made you feel like family and you had fled like a spoiled child. If anyone was selfish here, it was you.

“No !” You blurted, the word too loud, startling even yourself. Moving towards him on instinct, you threw yourself in his arms, hands gripping to his back, fingers curling against the smooth fabric of his sweater. He tilted his head, questioning, but you only buried your face against his chest. “I… I don’t want to leave. I’m sorry if I’ve seemed ungrateful. I didn’t mean to. It’s not too much, you’re not too much. You could never be. I’ll try harder, I’ll appreciate it more, I’m sorry I-” It seemed the habit had also infected you, and your monologue was stopped by Charles’ thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“Shhh” The hand that was in your back went up to your head, softly rubbing your hair, as you lost yourself in his eyes. Were those freckles or just beauty spots ? Had those always been here ? You felt tempted to touch them but froze up when your lips opened up on instinct. Seriously, how many drinks did you have ? “You don’t have to apologize. I just want you to feel welcomed and… Appreciated.” The moment stretched, world narrowing to the warmth of his arms and the pulse of your heart as he opened your mouth even more and slid his thumb past your lips, your teeth, and to rest against your tongue. “And loved.” His gaze was fixated on your lips, and for a brief moment, until footsteps were heard in the hallway, you thought he was going to kiss you, or maybe slap you. You wouldn’t have protested either.

His lips went to brush softly against your forehead, and it took every last ounce of self-control in you to not bite down on his thumb as he took it out of your mouth. His fingers traced down your cheek, your jaw, down to your neck, where he softly closed his fingers around your throat as the moan that had been stuck in there was finally let free. You wanted this moment to last forever, almost wished he would choke you out so you would never have to go back to reality. But something snapped suddenly in his eyes, and he ruffled at your hair before standing up with a confidence that made you question if the moment had truly happened, or if the cook had spiked your drink. In the white light of the night, his finger shined briefly with saliva, and you followed him back to the living room like a dog who had gotten the sweetest treat.

The floor length mirror stared back at you, unkind in its honesty. You leaned in as Alexandra gently titled your chin up with her fingertips, her voice humming as she added the finishing touches to your makeup. The sharpness of your features seemed amplified under their bedroom golden light, and your reflection felt foreign. Maybe it was the week, and its endless swirl of champagne, parties, and faces you couldn’t remember. Or maybe it was the memory of Christmas Eve, and its almost-kiss which kept replaying in your mind like a broken record you didn’t have the strength to discard.

Charles hadn’t mentioned it. Not a word. The morning after, his smile came on as easy as ever, his voice smooth and jokes easy, as if nothing had happened. Alex had thrown herself onto him, bathing him in affection, as though your world hadn’t turned upside down in that hidden room. Even now, as his hands brushed against your shoulders, slipping the straps of your too-short dress into place, you were wondering if you hadn’t dreamed it all.

“Stop squirming” He teased, smoothing out the fabric and pulling up the zipper.

Alexandra laughed and stepped back to inspect her work, two fingers still holding your chin. “She’s not squirming, she’s just nervous.”

“Il y a pas de quoi être stressé, c’est le Nouvel An, pas une gardav’ non plus…” Not understanding the slang, you copied your friend’s reaction, and as she clicked her tongue, you rolled your eyes.

You felt like an imposter. How could you have let it get this far ? You were supposed to go back to being friends, that was the deal. Not over complicating things, not pushing boundaries of what they were giving you. But then every time one of their friends got curious about you, Alexandra would say you were “Just someone special”, her casual voice contrasting with her nails scratching on your thigh. Her eyes would flicker, the kind that warned you not to correct her, and you let yourself get locked up in this almost-relationship that you had so desperately tried to escape a few weeks before.

Reaching for the curling iron, she murmured, more observation than question. “You’ve been quiet today.”

“Just tired, I guess… We’ve gone out a lot this week.” You forced a laugh, aiming for nonchalance, but Charles simply raised a brow, not impressed.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can just stay there, order some food, …”

You cut him off by twirling on yourself, the dress flaring so high it couldn’t have been conceived to cover anything. Alexandra groaned and caught you by the shoulders to steady you, apparently not satisfied with your curls. “When I look like that ? It would be such a waste !” The green-eyed boy chuckled and nodded in agreement. Dressed to perfection, your hair soft and shining, you looked exactly like what they wanted you to be : a doll. And truth be told, you enjoyed it. When he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and they both looked at you with something that could be pride, you knew you owed it to them to have fun, at least tonight, at least the following months. At least until England called you back and you answered, leaving your summer love to rest on the green hills. You owed it to them to pretend you weren’t haunted by the ghost of “almost”, and maybe you could even pretend long enough to end up believing it yourself.

“Close it, you’re going to swallow a fly.” Charles pushed softly on your chin to close your mouth you had left wide in awe, before rubbing the nape of his neck. “Much funnier in French…” He mumbled before leaving his keys to a valet, and opening the way for you and Alexandra. The mansion was huge, its garden spilling to the edge of the woods behind it, and the music pulsing through the air carried promises of a night you might not remember in the morning.

It seemed everyone who knew a Formula 1 driver, directly or indirectly, had been invited. Some faces you recognized, but most not, and the shower of compliments you found yourself in as soon as you stepped foot in the main living room quickly felt suffocating. The polite flirting made you feel uneasy, their admiration like scrutiny, and before you even had time to cling to your anchors, they drifted away. “I’ll be right back, chou.” Charles’ hand brushed briefly against yours before he followed his girlfriend to go greet some friends, and you stayed right where they left you.

No matter how much you repeated your internal calming mantra, the vulnerability was creeping in. There were too many people you didn't know, and so you made it a mission to not lose again the only two that mattered. When they asked if you were having fun, you nodded, the lie automatic. For the following hours, it turned to truth, as you stuck close to them like a guard dog unwilling to stray too far from its leash. If Charles moved to refill a drink, you downed yours too quickly to follow. If Alexandra drifted to another conversation, your hand clung to her elbow, begging to tag along. You weren’t proud of it, but the dread clawed at your chest every time you stood alone for more than a heartbeat. You were enjoying yourself as long as you weren’t left to your own devices. Long gone was the resolution of making new friends, it seemed.

The air in the house had been filled with tension as midnight approached, and you felt like you had suddenly woken up. A glass of something golden in your hand, its fizz long forgotten, you were nodding along to Pierre’s story about an incident on a recent trip, while his girlfriend Kika hung onto his arm, punctuating his tale with playful jabs. You tried to listen, you really did, but something was missing, and you couldn’t help but give in to the voices bothering your every thought as he wrapped up his story.

“Have you seen Charles ? Or Alex…?”

Kika’s lips curled, mischief in her eyes, and she exchanged a look with Pierre who chuckled. “They’ve probably gone to enjoy the view, as usual.”

“Top floor,” Kika added, still giggling as she sipped her cocktail. “There’s a balcony up there that’s quite… Private.”

Mumbling a quick excuse, you set your glass down and slipped away, through the maze of guests and corridors of the sprawling mansion. The thud in your ears was soon more heartbeat than music, the knot in your stomach tightening between unease and anticipation. When you reached the top floor, the door to the bedroom was ajar, dim light coming from within and spilling onto the hallway. You closed it behind you, breath stuck in your throat.

There they were. Alexandra’s back was pressed against the railing, her sequined dress shimmering in the moonlight as Charles leaned into her. His hands rested on either side of her waist, fingers curling possessively over the iron, as he brought one knee up between her legs, silencing her laugh. He was working down her throat when she opened her mouth, eyes fixed on you, but did not stop kissing and biting, seemingly not caring.

“Oh darling, caught us” She purred, her voice thick with amusement. Her manicured finger pointed at you before curling, inviting you to come closer. You should not. You should flee. This was not your moment, it would never be. Also, you should keep a closer eye on your drinks because someone was definitely having fun drugging you lately, no way any of this was true. But your feet moved before your brain was done having a panic attack, and you found yourself gently pushed in the woman’s arms by Charles.

She probably saw your eyes jumping from one to the other, thoughts racing behind them at light speed, and with each hand on your cheeks, centered you back to her face. This felt like deja-vu, your lips so close, your perfume swirling together, like the wish you had screamed to the moon that night was finally becoming true, only a few months too late.

“I’m sorry.” Oh no. Oh not again. You were about to jump out of her embrace when you felt his body behind yours, closing back on both of you as his hands caught on the guardrail once more. “Stay. Please.” Not like you had much of a choice anyway. Charles was looking down at the garden over her shoulder, badly pretending as if he wasn’t inches away from the most private conversation happening tonight. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what was going on between us. And I’m sorry I hurt you in the process. You deserve the world, not any of the mess I put you through. I hope one day you’ll forgive me.” She was already forgiven, how could she not when her apologies were whispered between your lips. “But I know where I stand now. And if you allow me, I’ll never give you less than the world. Because that’s what you deserve. Because you love me and I love you.”

“Ten !” Charles took a step to the side as the screams from downstairs echoed through the whole house. He leaned on the balcony, and you almost fell to the floor from the shaking in your legs. “Nine !” She caught you by the waist and pulled you back to her with a laugh, one so hesitant it could only be filled with honesty.

“Eight !” You were dreaming. You wanted to punch yourself to wake up, but without even knowing how, your hands had gone up to her arms, shoulders, neck, cheek. “Seven !” You had promised yourself, you had promised her, and Chiara, and the world itself, that you would be fine being just friends. “Six !” Why was she the one ruining all of your efforts ? Why was she still the one you would wait for, when everyone else was long gone ?

“Five !” Was Charles just going to stand there, and pretend like his girlfriend didn’t confess to someone else ? “Four !” Maybe they had talked ? Maybe they had been open this whole time and you hadn’t seen the signs ? Would he kiss you too ? “Three !”

You cupped her cheeks and it felt like the world exploded when your lips met. Or maybe it was just the fireworks. Maybe it was the culmination of months of pining, love and pain, that was giving her kiss a taste of blood, a taste of more. She switched your places, pinning you against the barrier and deepened the kiss as your hands tugged at her hair, undoing the curls she had so carefully crafted. Everyone was screaming for the New Year, but you felt like they were doing it for you. Is that how it felt, to love and be loved ? Like you would rather run out of oxygen than end the moment. Like teeths and tongues, being fourteen and messy all over again. Like a movie-worthy compilation of every smile she had flashed you for the last four months was playing behind your closed eyes.

When you opened them, her mouth now running wild on your jaw, it’s a green spark of amusement that was looking back at you, a slow whistle coming out of his dry lips. Shit. You had kissed his girlfriend. Or his girlfriend had kissed you. And he wasn’t moving to join in. Were you about to be thrown from the highest balcony in some sick kind of real-life Cluedo ? But he simply brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, and the small caress he gave to Alexandra’s back made her moan against your collarbones. “Les clés sont sur la porte mon amour.” She mumbled what you understood to be thank you, not sure why for, as he moved towards the door.

“Wait Charlie I’m…” It was difficult to talk with Alex, determined to kiss every inch of visible skin on your body, and there was a lot. “I’m sorry I… What’s happening ?” You could only hope they had not broken up, not because of you, yet you saw no world in which this situation would be acceptable for him. With his usual playful grin you had grown so fond of, he winked at you before exiting the room swiftly.

“There’s a time for actions, and a time for explanations. Happy New Year, doll.”

With every step that she took you followed, painfully aware of how much she knew you, much better than you would have thought. Kissing in all the right places, her grin was getting wider every time you winced under the dig of her sharp nails, and she hushed you as if the drunken screams downstairs weren’t covering your moans. But you were determined to be good, as you had been from day one, and so you bit the pillow and pulled at her hair, let her know it hurts and let her keep going, because you loved her and she loved you. And she would never leave you.

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yourusername : How it started / how it’s going (swipe for my face when I’m not covered in grease). Hello to everyone new here, I’m Y/N, Chief Engine Power Conformity Mechanician at redbullracing ! Based in the never-sunny town of Milton Keynes, but you might see me around the paddock at most races to make sure no one explodes ✌🏻

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F1mech little miss mini boss 🫡

yourusername be glad to have me around to do the dirty work

F1mech Yes ma’am very grateful ma’am 🫡

redbullracing Your work is so crucial and we are happy the world gets to know you more !

redbullracing Also it was sunny last we came to MK ???

yourusername nobody tell admin we take out the fake blue sky windows when he comes by

user1 lmao I live in Milton Keynes and can attest we haven’t seen the sun in weeeeks

user2 never wanted to be a redbull neon sign so bad

user3 I can see why they hide her in the shithole that is Milton Keynes, the whole paddock would go crazy over her

user4 she would make such a cute wag omg !!

user5 bet every girlie is on their man’s back whenever she’s around

user6 she works for RB soooo… d’you think her and checo…? 😳

user7 she already has someone guys !! Though we have never seen his face, but I think she’s more interested in the cars than the ones inside them

user6 checo is married and still it doesn’t stop him lmao

user8 are you part of the pit crew ?? Never seen you before ! /g

yourusername I’m not !! I mainly work on the cars before and after the races and practices to make sure everything is in place, not faulty, and compliant to both Redbull’s and the FIA’s standards of security 🤗 but 60/70% of my work is at the factory, and the paddock parts happens behind close doors, so no worries

maxverstappen1 she makes sure nobody dies

yourusername and god knows y’all make it hard sometimes

danielricciardo yeah this second pic is so much better

yourusername oh don’t start me boy

danielricciardo hihihi 🤭

user9 hello Daniel ???

user10 How can I work at Redbull too pls I beg you I’ll even make coffee and mop the floors

yourusername check our offers on the website honey !! Most jobs require some experience or diploma but we also offer internships and graduate programs if you want to make your way in

user10 thank u 🥹

user10 that’s how you got in ?

yourusername nope, I’ve worked on cars forever and in motorsports for years before getting to F1, but we have plenty of opportunities in non-technical fields too!

user11 pretty, kind, works in f1, not single, lemme just Google how to be like you

user12 you okay dude ? Throat not hurting too much from gagging on her dick

user13 lmaoooo yeah seeing her looks that’s probably a daddy’s girl who got put in exec and pretends to know what she’s talking about

user14 wouldn’t be shocked if her “work behind closed doors” is ordering actual mechs around like minions

danielricciardo is your little ego so hurt by the fact that you’ll never be talented enough to get to her place that you’ve resorted to running your shitty mouth online ? Breath getting stinky mate, careful 🤢

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user15 lover boy lover boy lover boy !

user16 I’m more excited for the face reveal than for my best friend’s wedding

user17 pls get checked wtf

user18 wait isn’t he blonde ? who’s the dark haired one in some pics ? With tattoos ?

user19 you might be new but Y/N always post pics of lover boy randomly, so some pics are old, and he often dyes his hair !

user18 wow damn I need his hairdresser coz this is cleaaaaan

yourbff don’t tell me you let him touch your car

yourusername lmaooo never 💀 tried to teach him to change some parts on his

yourbff and…?

yourusername ended up doing it…

yourbff at least he’s cute !!

yourusername Hey ! That must counts for something !

user20 not them bullying him coz he either doesn’t have socials or is not allowed to answer

yourbff what ? us ?

yourusername Never 😇

user21 oh damn she bagged herself a hottie

user22 HE bagged himself a hottie have you seen her ??

user23 couple goals and we ain’t ever seen his face like

user24 ain’t no need for a face with a body like this

user25 kinda looks like Max on the 6th slide no ??

user26 lmao as if

user27 the man can bag any celebrity doubt he cares for a factory girl

user28 the pic with the RB can lol

yourusername trained him well 😇

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oh yeah I keep forgetting y’all old money rich rich

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so we all forgetting about Horner’s accusation ?? Truly just RB’s bitch in the end

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Is that y/n ?? Didn’t know the mechs were invited to those events

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man I do take amazing pics when the models look so good

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oscarpiastri wish we could have hung out more 🥺

yourusername we hung out at your house bby!!

user32 BBY ?? SOMEONE CALL LILY COZ THIS BITCH IS OVERSTEPPING

oscarpiastri we didn’t hang out you repaired my mom’s car while Lily and I were drinking WARM BEERS ON THE FLOOR

yourusername SORRY YOU CAN’T APPRECIATE MY CRAFT LIKE YOUR MOTHER DOES also hi to lils 💕🌸🎀

oscarpiastri DON’T BRING MY MOM INTO THIS she said she misses u 🤗💕✨

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yourusername yeah

oscarpiastri yeah

nicolepiastri yeah

yourbff you need to turn off work like for reeeaaaal

yourusername how can I when those two are literally glued to my hip

danielricciardo shocked sad disappointed

maxverstappen1 Lover boy will hear about this

yourusername Are those threats ? Remember I literally have power over your life

danielricciardo not mine anymore lol Lover boy WILL HEAR about this

user33 oh so that definitely erases the possibility of Max or Daniel being Lover Boy

user34 as if there had ever been any evidence of that

user35 Lover boy in the Redbull cap ??

yourusername Yep ! Max gave it to him

user35 daaaaamn he is ripped

yourusername hihi 🤭

user36 no one questioning why the fuck is a mechanician hanging so much with drivers ??

user37 *chief mechanician

F1mech oh shit buddy thank you, we weren’t aware we couldn’t be friends with people we spend more than half of the year on the road with

maxverstappen1 cancel your ticket rn mate, you can’t vacation with us

F1mech come on user36, see what you’ve done ?? Maybe if you hadn’t questioned it I could have gone, fucker

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Not you posting this straight after the checo announcement 💀

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just saw the news, is Danny ok ?? Pls call me

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Booked you a table at San Marco at 8, sorry I can’t be there tonight…

it’s okay, I know how it is, I just don’t want him to be alone… thx for the restaurant 💕

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omg same

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IS THAT DANIEL ???

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the tattoos ??? girl we knoooow

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lmao miss thing is piiiissed

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She supports Max’s rights but mostly Max’s wrongs

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preeeaach 🙌🏻

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all redbull employees protesting the FIA has me going !! Tell Horner to open his mouth too for once

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danielricciardo : l've loved this sport my whole life. It's wild and wonderful and been a journey. To the teams and individuals that have played their part, thank you. To the fans who love the sport sometimes more than me haha thank you. It'll always have its highs and lows but it's been fun and truth be told I wouldn't change it.

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redbullracing 🫶🏻

user45 SHUT UP

user46 the audacity

user47 you promised you would treat him better !!

user48 Daniel > Perez

user49 DTS fan

lewishamilton legend 🫂

user50 game recognize game

user51 tell Mercedes to give him a seat

maxverstappen1 Head up ! Many more beautiful moments to come, somewhere you’ll be recognized and appreciated 💪🏻 our time together isn’t over, but I’m glad for all the racing, the laughs, the nights, for you ❤️

user52 wow hm Max no need to make all of us cry

user53 I feel like I’ve just walked in on something very personal…

user54 maxiel 😭😭😭

user55 he was the best mate you ever had, never should have left RedBull

yourusername Working with you was an honor, but getting to know and appreciate you made my whole life brighter, and I can’t thank you enough for this 🌞 no contracts can bring us apart, see you around honey bee 💛

user56 the little dig at RB’s contracts lmao

user57 why does honey bee feel much more intimate than honey badger ??

user58 we haven’t seen this level of emotion for De Vries, yet you were already working for the “RedBull family” if I’m not mistaken ??

user59 maybe because no one gives two shits about De Vries ??

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yourusername : Well, there it is. After 15 years of working on cars, the last 10 in motorsports, last five in Formula 1, it’s time for me to take a break. It was just perfect to finish it off in my hometown Austin, and I’m so grateful to my friends and family who made the trip to celebrate together. I remember my first week at Milton Keynes, my whole life in a suitcase. Abu Dhabi 2021, and those stories we’ll keep for our old days. I was so proud to be part of this, the champagne, the fireworks, the love. The day Daniel came back to us. The people I’ve met, the opportunities I’ve had, none would have been possible without you, ‘Bull. It’s been oh so amazing, but oh so tiring. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need my environment to be aligned with what I want, my values and the people I love and care for. So it’s goodbye.

F1, thank you for everything. I’ll miss you, but I gotta go. 💙

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F1mech I solemnly swear to not make anything explode, to always triple check my laces, to never pick Yoshi in Mario Kart because it’s yours, and to forever keep you close to my heart. Thx mini boss, you were amazing 🫡

yourusername Thanks Callum, you’re gonna make me cry now…

user60 US TOO 😭

user61 naaaaah another one leaving RedBull, shit is really going down

user62 where do you think she’s going ? Aston ?

user63 or Ferrari

yourusername Sorry to disappoint but neither ! It’s really a full break, for a while at least, I need to get my head out of the oil and machinery

user64 leaving England then ?? What about lover boy ??

yourusername Lover boy was never British eheh, who told you that ? 🤭

user65 if Lover boy is confirmed to be Daniel I’ll loose my shit

user66 I will always root for Max though…

user67 he has tattoos omg it’s never been Max !!

redbullracing Now it’s pretty sure MK will never see the sun again with you gone 😭

user68 we still hate you

user69 fuck off

yukitsunoda0511 🥺🫶🏻

yourusername 😚🫴🏻💕

yourbff it’ll be hard, but it’ll be good

yourusername thankfully i won’t be alone

yourbff not long to wait

yourusername yeah, soon soon

user70 ???

user71 I have a headache just thinking about everything the soon soon could be about

user72 really doubt Max is staying much longer in RedBull seeing how many engineers are quitting

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no yeah we get it this looks much better than the factory lmao

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Honey bee ?? I’ve heard that one before

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Mom said you haven’t gone to see her yet ! Meanie !

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crazy how Max starts winning again since you’re gone

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F1 : BREAKING : Max Verstappen has announced his retirement after winning his 4th World’s Drivers Championship.

Record breaker.

Late braker.

Legend.

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user76 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

user77 when I tell you I fell to my knees

user78 screaming crying throwing up

user79 I refuse to believe this is true

user80 what the hell was this season

user81 DTS is gonna have a field day with this one

user80 doubt 10 episodes are gonna be enough

redbullracing There aren’t enough words to describe the impact you’ve had on our history, Max. You’ll forever be a pillar of the RedBull family, and an icon of the sport. Tudududu 🧡

lewishamilton Thank you for the challenges, you’ve always pushed us to go harder. Never thought I would have to see you leave, but we’ll keep your legacy running 👑

user82 Alonso when ???

user83 Who’s gonna take his seat ? Honey badger comeback ?

user84 doubt it, he said in the only interview he gave that he had some friends to go see a few continents away, bet he was talking bout Danny

user85 April Fools ?

user86 In December ??

user87 I really don’t understand why, everything was going much better with the car lately

user88 I think he’s just done with the sport, he said multiple time he wouldn’t force it if he didn’t feel like it anymore

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wait, if that’s lover boy, who’s the guy you were with lately ??

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Sydney airport !!

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OMG I KNEW I SAW MAX IN SYDNEY THIS MORNING WTF I RECOGNIZE HIM

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danielricciardo : From sneaking out of restaurants to barricading the doors of our shared hotel rooms, I wish I could have told the world earlier how much I love you. But I’m glad I can now. There’s something magical about finding the one, so when you find the two, you’ll make any radical change necessary to protect them. Think you were right Maxie, the farm life does suit us.

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maxverstappen1 : Turning off comments coz those two are mine and you can only admire them from afar. I know they’re pretty. They’re mine. And I’ll say it as many times as I want now. Mine mine mine mine mine

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user93 WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

user94 mother is finally letting us out of the cage and none of us can take it

user95 the first pic

user96 I could die

user97 who the fuck even took it

user98 she said “y’all won’t let me post their faces ? I’ll give you the whole sextape”

user99 I knew it I fucking knew it Maxiel nation we won

oscarpiastri so happy for you guys, go be free with the little goats 🥹

yourusername pls try to survive

maxverstappen1 and if RB tries to buy you RUN BACK HOME

user100 oh shit it’s time for no filter Max era

yourusername you’ve had a taste this year, be prepared for the real deal

yukitsunoda0511 finally i can stop pretending to not speak English when asked about you

danielricciardo you were pretending very well if I may say

yukitsunoda0511 thanks !

user101 oh yuki sweet summer child…

user102 don’t tell me in Japan already ??

yourusername you really took a good look at this pic and thought “yeah, those two are straight” ? It’s a you issue honestly

user102 yeah okay fair

user103 7th pic ???

maxverstappen1 Abu Dhabi ‘21

maxverstappen1 tasted better than champagne tbh

user104 oh so y’all are just leaking EVERYTHING now, no fucks given

danielricciardo I had to pay a lot for those pics to not get out back then so yeah kinda

danielricciardo which is a shame when we look so good

user105 sooooo… about the high performance athlete….?

maxverstappen1 yes.

yourusername yes.

danielricciardo 💕

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ferraristyle Welcome lewishamilton !

user1 What’s up boss ❤️‍🔥

user2 Not Lewis breaking the internet with every single post

user3 SIR THE THIRD SLIDE

user4 people died

user5 🐐

scuderiaferrari Benvenuti in famiglia ❤️ We’re so honored to work with you

charles_leclerc Red really suits you mate 🔥

user6 All delulu for Lulu ! Time to grab the 9th !!!

user7 y’all will never get over it ? Max WON, fair and square, your champ has 7, move on

user8 fair and square lmaoooo

user9 PARIIIIS come see your French fans Lew 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷

user10 Leo and Roscoooeee

lando Don

user11 It’s been good Merc but I’m a Ferrari fan now ❤️🐎

user12 “fav cities” and it’s just Fred and Charles dragging him to their hometown

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been blasting it on repeat I think the crazy granny upstairs might call the cops

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THE PEARLS ✨ THE HAIR ✨ THE LIGHT ✨ Bébé you’re a superstar ✨✨✨

user13 replied to the story :

slut

crazyhorseparis replied to the story :

Can we repost this ?

user14 replied to the story :

Nothing more than a glorified stripper, putting a wigs on doesn’t make you anonymous

user15 replied to the story :

You’re so hot it’s unfair

user16 replied to the story :

wow never seen a bitch so talentless, getting naked and calling it a show, your one for the streets

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user17 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user18 Magnifiques !

user19 Speechless about the last show, it was amazing ! Went with my wife during our vacation on Christmas, we had stars in our eyes the whole evening… Merci Crazy !

user20 took your wife to a stripper club…? Wow real classy dude

user21 pls sell the wigs !!

user22 is that…? IS THAT FRED IN THE LIKES ? FERRARI TP FRED PRIVATE ACCOUNT ?

user23 let a man live he’s French he’s supporting the local businesses

user24 FREDERIC.V my man is so unserious he didn’t even try

coworker2 For those kind of guests, please book the club anytime again, it was OUR pleasure

coworker3 +1

yourusername +1

user25 who was iiiiit

moulinrougeofficiel stay in your lane (also why didn’t they pick us WE ARE SO RED IT’S IN OUR NAME 😭)

user26 unfortunately all of your dancers didn’t get the secret guest memo it seems

user27 WHO ?

user28 WHERE ?

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yourusername : 🎶 Every night’s another reason why I left it all 🎶

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yourbff can’t wait to see you bébé

yourusername get those cocktails ready coz we got LOADS to talk about

yourbff 👀

lewishamilton best view in Paris 🤍

yourusername I fear the neons have blinded you Sir

lewishamilton feels like I’m seeing clear for the first time in years tho ? 🤔

user29 I SPIT OUT MY DRINK

user30 shamelessly flirting on main ok sir

charles_leclerc Is that what you called “networking” 😐

user31 my favorite crazy girl !!

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user32 that body should be illegal

user33 kinda embarrassing tbh

user34 Why won’t you answer your DMs ?? Think you’re so much better than everyone, you’re just a stupid whore

yourusername Boy get the fuck out, i wouldn’t touch you or your tiny ass dick with a stick for 10 million bucks

user35 as if anyone would want you girl whole country must have fckd you already

user36 what’s your OF ??

yourusername 🖕🏾

user37 mid looking hoe getting naked for a few bucks, your mom must be so proud

user38 LEWIS HAMILTON IN THE LIKES BEFORE ME ???

user39 babe Lewis was in the COMMENTS before you, wake up

user40 she’s an icon

user41 MARRY ME

user42 she’s not the kind of girl you marry

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yourusername replied to the story :

Not as good as you’ve been to me 💗

also everything hurts and it’s your fault

user43 replied to the story :

If you need a Parisian guide give me a call I can show you the best places 💋

user44 replied to the story :

COCORICO LEWIS FRANCE LOVES YOU

user45 replied to the story :

Who took the pic ?? Vasseur ain’t that good of a photographer

charles_leclerc replied to the story :

Alex demands a call to know how the evening ended AND SO DO I

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coworker2 replied to the story :

Ok that is SICKENINGLY sweet

yourbff replied to the story :

GIRL IF YOU DON’T PICK UP RN

user46 replied to the story :

all he wants is a piece of that ass for free

charles_leclerc replied to the story :

Tell Lewis to answer his damn phone I know he’s with you and french bosses can be real bitchy as I’m sure you’re aware 😩

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yourusername : Back home in Guadeloupe, and god I missed the sun 🌞 Oh and btw, my poor mother is so ashamed of me she has been making my favorite meals in advance for days and I am now sitting on her couch listening to her lecture about not moisturizing enough my elbows. Think she might disown me soon ??

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user47 yesss girl rep the domtoms

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yourusername island life is the best life

user48 ooooh can’t hear the haters over the sound of the sea

yourbff she’s baaaack

coworker1 only for vacation, pls give her back soon

yourbff yeah yeah miss superstar and all that

lewishamilton Oh I can definitely see where you got your gorgeous looks from

user49 dude can’t have the daughter so he’s aiming at the mom ??

yourusername got more where that came from ?

lewishamilton Is your dad a thief ? Coz he stole all the stars in the sky to put them in your eyes 💗

user50 …….

charles_leclerc yeah that’s not hm… that’s just not good Lewis

lewishamilton SHE SAID IT WAS VERY ROMANTIC IN FRENCH

yourbff LMAOOOO that might be the worst pick up line to have ever existed

yourusername but the willingness to be ridiculed is very appreciated 💗

yln.guesthouse mimiiii

yourusername mamaaaaa

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If you’re done with your lil lovebirds photoshoot we would like to order

user51 replied to the story :

love that song

user52 replied to the story :

So pretty 🥵

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user53 replied to the story :

So you ARE in Guadeloupe

user54 replied to the story :

Runs on the beach are the best workout ! Have a great pre-season, we’re waiting for you !!

user51 replied to the story :

Lewis Hamilton listening to Rods in Gwada ?? In what multiverse am I ???

alexandrasaintmleux replied to the story :

Lewis dear I adore you but between the pose, the song and the emojis, this might be the worst soft launch I’ve ever seen

user55 replied to the story :

DATING THE STRIPPER THEN ??

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user56 replied to the story :

Where are y’all even getting those infos ??

user57 replied to the story :

Not Lewis getting schooled on a jet ski my goood this man is down bad

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We appreciate your enthusiasm for Lewis, but that goes hand in hand with respect. For the privacy of our drivers’ lives, we kindly ask you to take down this story as soon as possible, or else we will be forced to take legal action. We thank you for your cooperation.

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coworker1 new bracelets for the team yeyyy

yourusername of course, everything for my girlies

user58 I fear one of those isn’t for the girlies

user59 yeah we’ve all seen it in his stories

coworker2 shocked

coworker3 betrayed

coworker4 dick so good you buy him friendship bracelets

user60 omg my dream life

user61 ALERT ALERT MAN CONFIRMED THE GIRL IS LOCKED IN

yourbff That karaoke night might have been the messiest so far

yourusername didn’t like our rendition of it wasn’t me ??

user62 LEWIS’ KARAOKE SONG ??

alexandrasaintmleux the video of you guys screaming every Chappell Roan song was just glorious i gotta say

user63 no I’m sorry I’m over it HOW ARE THOSE TWO FRIENDS IF LEWIS AND HER ARE NOT DATING

crazyhorseparis We’ll take the 6th pic for confirmation that you are not skipping training

yourusername I would never 😇

user63 and once again she’s naked, how surprising

user64 kinda sad to see Lewis associate with that kind of girl

user65 FR like everyone is simping, my man gotta wake up, hanging around strippers like that

charles_leclerc and yet y’all are obsessed with her 🤡

lewishamilton Gotta agree with you on this one

user66 my man is down bad on MAIN someone come get him

user67 bound to get his heart broken, there’s no trusting her

user68 Why is everyone talking about you and Lewis as if there was any confirmation you’re dating

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user69 BECAUSE IT’S SO NOT SUBTLE

user68 still suppositions, if she’s not I feel for her man being hidden like that…

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user70 no like come on HE’S STAYING AT HER MOTHER’S GUEST HOUSE

user71 MOTHER IN LAW

user72 mother in laaaaw

user73 shhhh guys let’s keep it on the down low, let me get intel

user73 Hi ma’am, what a gorgeous house ! And good choice of verse, one of my favorite too 🙌🏻 Could you tell me by chance if your guest house is currently booked ? Would love to stay in such a heavenly place soon

user74 ….

user75 did you fucking ask chatgpt to write that for you ???

yln.guesthouse Hi user73 ! We are in fact currently booked for some family time, but the rooms will be reopening in a week or so, please come ! 🤗

user74 I can’t believe this fucking worked

yourbff oh mama that is going to be hilarious

charles_leclerc pls do us a service and film

lewishamilton 10/10 breakfast, would recommend 👏🏾

user75 not even trying to hide it anymore lmao

lewishamilton just supporting local businesses

user76 please adopt me

user77 Bless your heart mother in law, you have no idea what’s coming

user78 Praise !! 🤍

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user79 WHEN I TELL YOU I SPIT OUT MY FUCKING DRINK

user80 and she tagged him too 😭😭😭

user81 mother in law has no chill

yourusername MAMAN

yln.guesthouse Mimi !!

yourusername NO NO MIMI omg what have you done

yln.guesthouse What again ??

coworker1 I think this is the best thing I’ve seen on the internet all week

charles_leclerc silly season has started and it’s just Lewis being exposed

user82 She even provides the thirst trap oh mother in law you are so good to us !!!

user83 “our family ready to grow” and Lewis dancing with kids my heart and ovaries can’t handle that

lewishamilton The pleasure is all mine ma’am 🤍

yourusername you’re on thin fucking ice Lew

lewishamilton you love me or your mom too much to do anything about it

lewishamilton also come back to bed

yourusername ok you’re blocked

user84 Oh I’m just going to go kill myself then

user85 *Pretends to be mad and proceeds to call him Lew in front of an audience*

user86 ok so everyone is just chill that THE Lewis Hamilton is dating a stripper ?

user87 yikes… on the mom’s page..? My man you really have no shame

yln.guesthouse My daughter ain’t no stripper, she’s a burlesque dancer, and an amazing one at that ! And even if she was, she’d had more integrity and class than any of you, and more money too !!

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user88 replied to the story :

NOOOOO FREE MOTHER IN LAW

charles_leclerc replied to the story :

Bienvenue dans la Scuderia aha

lewishamilton replied to the story :

I felt she was doing a good job though 😇

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yourusername : Guess the horse’s out of the bag 🤷🏽‍♀️

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user89 FINALLY

scuderiaferrari We give up.

valtteribottas Mothers : The worst nightmare of every PR Team

mercedesamgf1 Glad we didn’t have to deal with this one

user90 The devil works hard, but Y/N’s mother works harder

user91 The amount of Lewis’ body pics we’re getting from this relationship is enough to keep me happy for the whole season

crazyhorseparis Don’t thank us you’re welcome 🙄

yourusername AS IF YOU KNEW IT WOULD END UP THIS WAY

lewishamilton I knew

lewishamilton From the moment you appeared on stage I knew you’d be mine 💗

yourusername That was disgustingly sweet

yourusername Do it again 💗

user92 New team, new girlfriend, our man is happy and thriving

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alexandrasaintmleux Does it mean I can come see your show now ?

yourusername You always could, but I’ll get you all the freebies 🥰

user93 His standards have droooopped…

user94 Like his results are about to

yourbff Stay mad 😘

lewishamilton Never felt that prepared for a season 💪🏾

yourusername Not sure that’s thanks to me seeing how you were begging mercy earlier

lewishamilton I love you but you’re gonna have to meet the media training team

frederic.v Approved.

yourusername No 💗

user95 At this rate she’ll publish a whole ass sextape next

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wagsupdates : Another weekend with a 1-2 podium for the Scuderia Ferrari, and another race Lewis’s girlfriend, Y/N, was nowhere to be seen. Having yet to make an appearance next to the 7 World Champion in the paddock, fans are now questioning if they are even still together, or if she is maybe just uninterested. When asked about it, Alexandra Saint Mleux, who was repping once again her boyfriend’s colors, simply rolled her eyes and refused to answer. Outfit details for our favorite WAG coming soon !

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user96 She doesn’t deserve him if she can’t even show up to support him when he’s AT HIS BEST IN YEARS

user97 Yeah she’s basically with him for the fame and money, called it

user98 Honestly I’m more bothered about the fact that Lewis can’t even speak up to defend her

user99 Because there’s nothing to defend he knows he’s dating a whore

user100 I expected better from him

user101 Defending random women online but going mute when his own gf is attacked 🤨

user102 She has time to post pics of her ass but not to fly to a race ?

user103 ‘Twas probably just a winter fling

user104 No one could be better than Nicole anyway

user105 I’m starting to think y’all have never worked a day in your life

user106 ISTG they are crazy, and people call ME unemployed

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charles_leclerc replied to the story :

I’ve taken the liberty of sending you Alex’s lawyer details, he dealt with that kind of things before, and don’t hesitate if you need anything

lewishamilton replied to the story :

PR told me this was getting out of hand, I’m really sorry… Please give me a call when you’re home, no matter the hour. I love you 💗

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My Queen 👑

user107 replied to the story :

Getting paid to get naked might be a job, but it sure isn’t a classy one

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user108 She’s so pretty omg anyone got her @ ??

user109 That’s Lewis’s girlfriend lmao

user108 Lewis has a girlfriend ???

user110 Have you been living under a rock the past few months ?

user111 who is that again ?

user112 Put real fans in the garage instead

moulinrougeofficiel Red suits her so well ❤️

crazyhorseparis Sorry, she’s a pink pony girl through thick and thin

user113 Sorry but I’m sold, her walking Roscoe with Alex and Leo was just too adorable

lewishamilton Grazie Ferrari, I’ve found home, peace and love (and just enough trouble to keep me on my toes)

user114 This man is so WHIPPED it’s not even funny

yourusername Did you just call me trouble ??

lewishamilton The most beautiful kind ❤️

lando get a room

charles_leclerc not mine preferably

user115 EXCUSE US ?

yourusername Turns out I like fast cars after all 🤷🏽‍♀️

user116 Enzo Ferrari rolling in his grave

user117 I think you’d be surprised

yln.guesthouse Mimi I saw you on TV !!

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user118 replied to the story :

Aaaaand she’s back at it again

alexandrasaintmleux replied to the story :

Oh you guys are in so much trouble

yourcoworker replied to the story :

any other hot winners you could introduce me to ??

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Y/N PLEASE DELETE

PICK UP THE PHONE

please Silvia is screaming at me I’m just gonna signal it for inappropriate content

You’re booked for media training tomorrow morning

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user119 Is that her first solo ? It’s gonna be so good she’s one of my faves !

user120 Oh that is so not subtle

user121 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO HAVE A SHOW DEDICATED TO ME

coworker2 Our shows are dedicated to all of our fans, and so to you too ❤️‍🔥

user121 oh miss 😳

alexandrasaintmleux Booking tickets now now now 💕💕💕

yourusername Thank you for the trust and the artistic direction ! To many more years being crazy together 🩷

user122 If anyone manages to get a video from it I’d be curious

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lewishamilton, yourusername : In French they don’t say “F*ck the haters”, they say “Va courir sur l’autoroute”, and I think that’s beautiful. Pink pony girl and Red horse guy, out for the summer break. Peace ✌🏾

charles_leclerc I did not teach you French for that Lewis 😐

lewishamilton coz I didn’t learn that one from you

user123 I don’t get the joke

user124 the French thing means “Go run on a highway” lmao

user125 No PR manager Lewis is my fav Lewis

yourusername That’s him having a PR manager btw

yourusername We barely managed to get that one published so I’ll let you imagine the first draft

user125 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUBLISH IT ON YOUR ACCOUNT

yourusername they’re restricting me too 😫

user126 FREE HER

yourusername yeah scuderiaferrari FREE ME

alexandrasaintmleux Mes amours ❤️

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yourcoworker4 Have a nice break !! See you under the pink checkered flag in September 😉

user127 I hope they never stop getting naked on camera

user128 I hope they end up selling videos of it

yln.guesthouse Safe flight ! Love you both, see you soon 🤍

yourusername Love you maman !

lewishamilton Can’t wait 🥳

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yourbff leaving the club like an overworked mom

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melbournemirage our favorite employee 🤩

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yourusername wouldn’t mind a raise then 🤪

user1 gorggggg

yourbrother stop drinking on the job bitch

yourusername get a job before judging me bitch

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danyfanclub she looks cuuuute

user1 anyone got her @ ???

user2 apparently he been hanging out at melbournemirage so maybe she works there ???

malva she looks messsyyyy, doubt it’s gonna last till the season starts…

danyfanclub stay mad

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maxverstappen1 honey come home the kids miss you

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user1 what camera do you use ???

wagupdates do we spy the new girl on the 4th and 7th slide ??? 👀

user2 THANK YOU I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

user3 sneakyyy

danyfanclub can’t wait to see her in the paddock ‼️

landojpg we missed you at karting mate 🥺

daniel3.jpg sorry, too busy drinking cocktails 🤪

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yourbff LMAOOOOO

yourusername WHY THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I’M DEAD I JUST QUITTED ???

melbournemirage sometimes we can still hear her voice… 💔

daniel3.jpg don’t worry I’ll take good care of her 😇

yourcoworker you better 🔪

user4 DANIEL ???

danyfanclub finally we have the @ !!!

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yourbff damn girl, money suits you well 😍

yourusername right ???

malva wow, gold digger much…

danielricciardo thank you for getting Max to fly us around babe 🥰

maxverstappen1 as if I was not offering after every race…

landonorris why don’t you offer me after every race ???

maxverstappen1 you can walk

landonorris TO SILVERSTONE ???

user1 from barmaid to wag, girl is living the dream life

user2 smoking is not cool girl…

yourusername minding your own fckn business is tho

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yourusername don’t reveal my secrets 🙄 (love you)

daniel3.jpg the world has to know ❤️‍🔥 (love you more)

lilymhe I can confirm the good girl part

yourusername I’ll be the best for you 🥵

alex_albon HM EXCUSE ME ???

danyfanclub ppl love to hate on her because she’s not trained like a nepo baby but honestly relatable queen !!

user1 boy is simping so hard

user2 she looks so fun to be around, finally a wag that doesn’t look fake

malva yeah she definitely got the street cat look…

user3 OMG GET A FUCKING LIFE GIRL

danyfanclub being this salty won’t make him like you go get a grip

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Did you and Daniel break up ???

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fucking finally, so looooong

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have fuuuun, I’ll call you when my plane lands 🐶

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Aizawa sighed, loudly, for the third time. Either the blond man ignored him, either he didn’t care. And the sniffles were slowly getting on his nerves.

“All Might, when we said we were ending the meeting earlier and that you should probably go rest, what did you not understand exactly ?”

“I… am resting ?” He raised his sparkling eyes from his stack of papers and Aizawa resisted the twitch to hit it.

“On my floor. In my room. While I’m grading papers. And you are still going over those !” He pointed an accusatory fingers at the papers, which All Might clutched to his heart, as if they were about to be destroyed.

The blond man put them down, and without surprise, Aizawa recognized the one sitting at the top of the stack. He would recognize it amongst hundreds. But again, he would probably recognize anyone’s handwriting from this class. They had written enough essays, apologies and additional homework for a lifetime.

Much cleaner and precise than in his personal notebooks, the ink swirled gracefully on the paper :

Post-graduation project :

Midoriya Izuku - 3-A

Teaching at UA

Now scattered around All Might, who had curled on himself, were nineteen more papers, more or less filled, some crumpled at the edges from having been read too many times tonight.

Kirishima Eijiro - 3-A

Intern at Fat Gum’s agency this year again.

Got a job offer as a sidekick for him post-graduation.

Open my own agency in 5 years.

Yaoyorozu Momo - 3-A

Currently preparing for the entrance exam at Tokyo’s Engineering School to obtain a degree in Heroic Civil Engineering, International Project Management course.

Aiming to keep my current schedule of hero work, volunteering and school.

Got a hero internship offer in the United States on condition I get into university.

Tokoyami Fumikage - 3-A

Got a job offer as a sidekick in Hawks’ former agency.

Would like to try infiltration missions with the commission.

Bakugo Katsuki - 3-A

Number 1 hero.

It all seemed pretty standard to Aizawa. Maybe even too normal for the kids he had seen grow up so fast. As if the tutorial to relearning how to live after trauma could be summed up in bullet points. So why was All Might sniffling on his floor like a kicked puppy, clinging on to Midoriya’s paper as if what was left of his life depended on it ?

Aizawa peeked at the stash of beers he had confiscated from Mineta’s room a week ago. The cans seemed to wink at him from under his desk. One wouldn’t hurt ? It would at least, maybe, make the situation less unbearable. He cracked one open and rubbed at his eyes, perfectly in sync with the flood now running from All Might’s.

“I ruined him. Took this boy under my wing, promised his mother I would take care of him, and now… Now his life is ruined.”

“What ?”

“I should never have given him One for All, this was my burden, my fight, my… my sacrifice ! Now he won’t even be able to be a hero anymore…”

Aizawa threw a can at All Might, not bothering to aim at his hands nor apologizing for the way it bumped back from his forehead to the floor.

“Oh my god, poor kid yeah.” All Might looked at him, all glossy eyed, clearly not getting the sarcasm. “His childhood idol offered him three years of the closest one can be to the top heroes, he defeated the greatest evil Japan might have known since quirks appeared, and now wants to teach the next generation at the best heroic school in the country ? Like, hm, let me think… his childhood idol, once again ? Yes indeed, sounds like he’s headed for a shit life.”

“Shota…” Aizawa winced, still not used to the familiarity. “You know what I mean. This isn’t what he dreamed of. This isn’t what he was promised.”

“He wasn’t promised anything, remember ? You found him full of hope, sure, but mostly delusional hope, and quirkless. This opportunity was more than he could have dreamed of. A fortunate chain of circumstances. And he made the most of it. Plenty of kids from here go into teaching by choice.”

All Might was pouting. And Aizawa wondered how many times it would take him to pass out from banging his own head on his desk. Probably too many for him to succeed before his stupid colleague would intervene. Or he could fake a call from security ? Tell All Might a villain got in the school, and shut the door right behind him.

“At least he has friends.”Had the sobbing finally calmed down ? He turned to the blond man, who was now looking on his phone at a picture of him, Midoriya and Bakugo, on a hike earlier this winter. Tears flooding again. God damn it.

He downed the beer and tried to focus on his computer screen. Clock indicated midnight. Of course it did. It always did.

He could have been done with this work already. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he hesitated between letting the older man ramble or try to stop him once again, since none seemed to get across the message to get out of his room. He was exhausted.

“Yeah. Friends are great. Maybe you could go talk about that with yours, All Might ?”

“He has Uraraka, and Ida, and Todoroki of course, the young Asui…”

“Thank you for reminding me of my students’ names.”

“And young Bakugo, of course, though I suppose he can’t be called like that anymore.”

“I mean they are smuggling alcohol in with the help of 3-B lately so I suppose not.”

“I’m so glad they have each other, he understands him and they ground each other you know Shota ?”

Was he even listening to him ? Aizawa considered telling him he was going to get promoted mascot of U.A, with a big Nezu costume for events. He considered putting on his earphones discreetly. In the end, he stayed like that, glued to his computer, gritting his teeth at All Might’s monologue. His eye hurt. His ears hurt.

“They’ve grown so much, from rivals to, well I think they have always been friends, but now one would even say best friends !”

“Sure, at least he’s not telling his friend to kill himself anymore.”

The hand slammed on his desk before he even had time to register his colleague standing up.

There was nothing left of One for All in All Might. Midoriya’s embers were already fading. Yet the veins on his arms and the dark light in his eyes sent shivers down Aizawa’s back. He wanted to crawl under his desk. Instead, he closed down his computer and held the blue piercing gaze.

“What did you say ?”

“Now you’re listening ? Good. Get out of my room, Toshinori. And leave those papers on the way out.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to do that until you repeat yourself.”

Aizawa sighed. He had fucked up. And no matter how quirkless All Might now was, he was still a mountain of muscle and anger he did not wish to send on one of his students.

On the other hand, he had promised. He could remember every word of this conversation like it was yesterday, swore he could see the shadows of it in the corners of his room.

A little under a year ago, as the kids were finishing up their second year, Bakugo had come to him. It was midnight, once again, always was, but he had at least had the decency to knock.

Aizawa had braced himself for almost anything. Complaints about the noise in the dorms. A rare request for an additional delay on the latest homework. Bakugo could have told him he blew up half the common room and the teacher would have probably just sighed. But he opened the door to a kid, really. A red-eyed, scared, tired kid. His therapist had recently reduced the frequency of their meetings to only one session per week, and considering both the time and day, Aizawa knew the next one wouldn’t be until next Monday. He also knew Bakugo couldn’t handle it. So he let him in.

The boy had cried, ugly cried. Going on and on about forgiveness and hurt. Kind of like All Might had been doing for god knew how long that night. It only took Aizawa one well timed question, lacking any judgment, for the gates to open. Bakugo spilled it all. The friendship. The rivalry. The self hatred. The bullying. The physical hurt. The psychological warfare. The threats. The threat. The boy knew he had been in the wrong, he was not begging for forgiveness, and that might have been worse for him : Midoriya had forgiven him long ago. Had moved on. Had accepted Bakugo, in all his loyalty and anger. While Bakugo was still stuck in the hallways of Aldera, still suffocating in mud in an alleyway, still on the ground of the coffin in the sky. Should have died, he said. Should have stayed dead. Now everyone was treating him as a hero and only he knew the truth. And Izuku. Who was a terrible judge of character, according to Bakugo. Aizawa agreed to that.

But All Might didn’t need to know all that. He didn’t need to know anything, because Aizawa had promised, and because things had changed since then. So he held the older man’s eyes until his hurt, and blond hair strands rushed towards the door. Finally.

“I’m going to see him. This type of behavior won’t be tolerated here.”

“I never said it happened here. But sure, barge in a traumatized kid’s room in the middle of the night to…” The door slammed close. “Not like he’s gonna be in there anyway…” The door opened again.

“And your clock’s broken, Shota.”

All Might was long gone when Aizawa finally answered. “It’s really not.”

“He’s not in his room !” God fucking damn it the lock. He had forgotten to lock the door and now he was back. Aizawa did not manage to stop the groan that came out of his mouth.

“No waaayyy…” Maybe he could make a run for it ? Take his computer and sprint to Hizashi’s room, or maybe Nem-… No. Of course not. He took a deep breath, and got back to grading. His hands were shaking. Second beer it would be.

“Shota, one of your students is out of the dorms at…” All Might checked his watch. “One in the morning ? And that’s all you have to say ? What if he’s out somewhere doing…”

“Doing what ? Hm ?” Without even realizing it, Aizawa had stood up, half of his hair raising up with him. “Going around first years’ dorms and telling them to kill themselves ? Going batshit crazy in the streets as if his only dream hadn’t always been to be a hero ? To be like you ?” He slammed Bakugo’s post-graduation project paper against All Might’s chest. “Has your opinion of him really changed that quickly ? Have you not doted on this kid too ? Has he not died for your ideals ?”

“Our… our ideals.” All Might was now looking at his shoes. Aizawa sat back down.

“Yeah. Our ideals. His too. Please don’t…” He threw his head back, looking at the ceiling. “Don’t do that to him. Don’t judge him when you don’t know half of it.”

“He’s not in his room though…”

“He’ll be back soon.” He could feel All Might’s question coming from his puzzled look. Always so expressive. And he had already given up on finishing grading his papers. Might as well finish making sure Bakugo would sleep uninterrupted tonight. “Come look at this.”

Aizawa opened a software All Might had never seen on his computer, the logo being Nezu with binoculars. A password he did not try to read, and a flash. The screen now showed an empty hallway. A green carpet. Big windows. In the corner of the screen, “3-A. Second floor. 01h13.”

“Are you spying on your students ?” Aizawa resisted rolling his eyes.

“You weren’t there much last year, between the hospital, commission and trials. But I’m sure you’ve heard of some problems we’ve had with students sneaking in and out, of the dorms and of each other’s rooms.” Aizawa shrugged at All Might’s shocked face. “Third years were the worst, but they have all been warned, and Principal Nezu got the parents’ permission as long as it was only in the shared spaces. I think most of them were reassured because it meant increased security or whatever. Well anyway, thanks to the cameras, it almost stopped. Happens only a few times a month now, across all dorms. Except…” He opened a file which contained hundreds of screen recordings, all dated between the installation of the cameras and two days ago. “Right there.”

It was late in the evening. Same floor as the live security camera. All Might knew exactly who was sleeping here, even helped the kid move his things to the room after Aoyama had left. Had he known, he thought, he never would have agreed to it.

The door opened as brutally as he thought it would, and Bakugo stepped out, brows furrowed, hair disheveled, sweating. Rushed to the door right next to his, and banged on the door.

“Did he hit him ?” All Might squeaked, hidden behind his hands. Aizawa could only sigh at the sight and pull at his hands to make him watch.

Midoriya opening the door. Midoriya smiling at Bakugo. Raising a hand to his shoulder, but the blonde swatting it and going back to his room without a word, or at least none captured by the deaf camera. End of the recording.

“What… am I supposed to understand from that ?”

“Could you wait ?”

Another one. Bakugo knocking, in the middle of the night, and leaving as soon as Midoriya shows his freckled nose and half-awake smile through the door.

Bakugo waiting, sat on the ground next to his neighbor’s door, rocking back and forth. Two hours of recording. When Midoriya finally opened, the boy just let his head fall against the other’s knee, letting out a breath so heavy his whole body visibly relaxed.

Sometimes it was the other way. Most of those times, Midoriya would get in answer a flick on the forehead, or a hair ruffle before Bakugo would slam the door on him. What was it if not another way to check a pulse ?

Aizawa started skimming through the recording until he found one in particular. Bakugo rushing out of his room so quickly he left the door wide open, a mark of burn on the handle. Slammed on Midoriya’s without stop, clearly screaming, even though All Might could not hear anything said. Midoriya opening and getting immediately pulled in the blond’s arms. A hug so suffocating anyone would have tried to get out of it, but he embraced back, and let himself be crushed for a few minutes as Bakugo hid his face in the green curls. When he finally let go, his classmate pulled him in the room, gave a thumbs up to Tokoyami who was peeking out of his own down the hall, and closed the door.

Quickly after that, it evolved into something too intimate for the cameras to catch. When they were not letting each other in directly, it was Bakugo leaving his door slightly open, even though he went to sleep hours before the others. Or opening Midoriya’s with a key obviously given, considering he would not been seen out of it before the early hours.

“I obviously called them in.” Aizawa answered before the question was even asked. “Reminded them of the rules. Of the cameras. But I also let them tell me what was up.” He let out a breath and turned to All Might, who was hanging on his every word. “They have nightmares. Well, mostly Bakugo, but they both do.”

“They all have nightmares, the young Jiro said that-“

“Bakugo died, All Might. Literally, died.” The teacher was getting antsy from refraining to scream at his elder. “A fact a lot of people seem to forget when dealing with him. His heart, blasted open. You get that, right ? You do remember it ? Because I watched it live and I couldn’t do shit !” The open beer cans, now adding up to three, flew through the room, along with a few pens and papers. “He died to make sure Midoriya would get a few seconds more, a minuscule chance to maybe turn the fight around. Oh yeah, and when he got back up, he fought your arch nemesis to the point of potentially dying again, and then had to watch his friend loose both his arms. And quirk. So I think the nightmares are particularly violent for those two, yes.”

All Might seemed to find the floor immensely more interesting than the sole eye glaring at him, but at least did not hide his shame.

“Anyway… It started with texts. Just checking in. “Alive ?” “👍🏻” or “You okay ? Heard a bang” “Fuck off”.” He really tried to refrain his smile, but the memory of the two boys sheepishly showing him their text history was too much, even for him. “But I guess at some point the paranoia took over. One would take just slightly too long to answer, and the other would need proof. Reassurance, really. A breath, a smile, an insult even, anything to make sure they didn’t wake up to some alternative universe where only one made it out.” All Might had sat down on the bed, clearly surprised at the revelations. “And I obviously still forbid them to go against the rules. So that’s what they did.”

Aizawa opened another recording. In the corner of the screen : “3rd year dorms. Common grounds. 23h47.” The footage was filmed from a drone, All Might had seen those around, but never questioned them.

The drone flew around the building of class B, then class A. Top to bottom. And on the way down, on the second floor, slowed and zoomed in on a balcony. Midoriya was crouching on the guardrail, little sparks of green light pulsing on the exposed skin of his legs. All Might almost screamed when he jumped, and landed quite ungracefully on Bakugo, who was waiting for him on the other side. A few seconds of silence and looking at each other, before they burst into a fit of laughter so loud even the drone picked it, though he could not retransmit it on the recording. Bakugo almost kicked Midoriya through his glass door to get him inside, and followed quickly, still smirking.

“I guess my authority is not as impactful as it used to be since I stopped expelling students.”

“I apologize, Shota…” All Might was fiddling with his hands, eyes still stuck to the screen. “I did not realize… I thought… Still, telling him to die…” Only silence answered him. Of course Aizawa agreed. It was fucked up. But he also knew how their lives had been so intertwined, for so long now, that bringing them apart was the thing most likely to kill one of them now, much more than a stupid insult could have years ago. “What is that…? What are they…?”

Behind them, the recordings had kept going. And All Might wasn’t sure he knew how he felt about seeing Midoriya cup his friend’s face and kiss his forehead while the “symbol of victory” was sobbing in the hallway. Nor about Bakugo pulling at the green-haired hoodie’s strings and kissing his cheek between their balconies before going back to his room, as red as Kirishima’s hair. Soon enough, the desperate nightly checks had turned to something more. Or maybe it had always been there, deeply hidden under layers and layers of trauma and codependency. Maybe the fear of death had made them appreciate each other’s life even more. Maybe that morning goodbye kiss they shared a few weeks ago mattered more now than those empty threats years ago.

Without even thinking about it, All Might had started rubbing his cheek against the hand Aizawa had put on his shoulder. The tears had started again. He looked almost smaller like that. Not the Symbol of Peace anymore. Barely even All Might. Just Toshinori.

“I know you feel responsible for him, Toshinori… For both of them. But they are almost eighteen now… They’re not really kids anymore, no matter how hard it is to watch them grow up.” The recordings had stopped. The computer screen was back to the live camera. “If you could trust them to care for each other in times of peace as much as they did in the face of death… I think you would save yourself a lot of stress.”

Green curls appeared in the corner of the screen, a bright smile and enthusiastic arms flying in all directions. Midoriya was reading out loud, they guessed, the summary of the dvd he was holding, “All Might’s greatest fights compilation n.4 ! Including : The Kaiju, Master 0 & Vortex”. Behind him, Bakugo was dragging his feet across the carpet, giving small kicks here and there to pieces of fluff. Though he was rolling his eyes and hushing Midoriya, a smirk was like glued to his face. In his hands, two 7/11 bags full to the brim with snacks and drinks.

Midoriya’s hand fell on the handle of his door, and they were about to enter the room, he turned around, as if his sixth sense was still working and alerting him. Looking straight to the camera placed up on the wall at the end of the hallway, he gave a big grin and wave, and entered the room, laughing. Bakugo glared at it and gave the middle finger, to the object or the two men watching behind, they would never know, but as he closed the door behind them, Aizawa turned his computer off.

“Go to sleep, Toshinori. They are right where they need to be.”