Don't know what this is or if I'll continue/extend/use it in any way in future but I saw this post and it came to me. Shrug
"I want you." Max declared. Daniel laughed, a tad hysterically. This wasn't what he anticipated when Max offered to come over to watch the game.
"Yeah?" Daniel couldn't keep the mirth from his tone and the tingle out of his chest. "Name three of my red flags then. Go on." Daniel snorted. Because there was no way Max was serious.
Max watched him with steady blue eyes before: "You refuse to cut people out of your life after they've hurt you. Always you are giving them opportunities again to hurt you. You talk yourself out of things that benefit you or you are telling yourself that people don't like you, they're just being nice. You isolate yourself when things aren't going well instead of accepting help from meā others." Max listed with laser accuracy, counting off on his fingers.Ā
He didn't for once think Daniel was being sarcastic, if this was a test he was determined to show Daniel he knew him.
Daniel's eyes widened in shock and abject horror. All previous mirth wiped off his face. "Maxā"
"I, of course, love you always Daniel. And I love you extra hard when you're being too hard on yourself."
Daniel made a choked off sound in the back of his throat.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
what's the incest idea carlando doesn't normally interest me but u have my attention
a hint: his name is also carlos. it's not incest per se, just a deep psychosexual obsession. under the cut for uh just a general idea.
lando is carlos boyfriend as a normal carlando goes right. however, after he meets carlos sr the old man starts making his advances on his son's pretty little thing (true and real and happened irl just look at pictures of them together). there's a classic case of oops I fucked your dad, but obviously behind carlos jr's back to not hurt his feelings </3 except they're really lousy at hiding it. carlos comes home from a jog and lando is all flushed and his hair looks like a bird's nest from a big hand holding his head into place, carlos sr and lando mysteriously disappear together several times during a family trip, etc. carlos jr is not an idiot. he knows what is happening. however like I said. deep psychosexual obsession with his father. he gets jealous but it's a weird jealousy. he's not really angry at his father for fucking his boyfriend, he actually realizes that he would share lando if his dad only asked. in fact he gets a bit hard thinking about carlos sr fucking lando, but he doesn't want to analyse that (he does analyse that. at the shower. several times). he gets angry at lando for fucking his father. he keeps thinking about them together all the time. catches himself sniffing lando's clothes for the smell of his father's cologne. it culminates with him catching lando getting back from carlos sr' room after jr was supposed to have gone out. lando looks like a deer caught in the headlights. carlos doesn't say anything, he just kisses lando tenderly, chasing the taste of another man's lips. then he takes lando to bed and eats him out while he's still dripping from carlos sr. lando realizes he's trapped between a man that takes pleasure in making his son a cuck and another that has something deeply wrong with him beyond daddy issues. the end <3
Because I cannot get over Chu Yingās disappearance, here are 3 ways that Shi Guang deals with grief
1. He buys a bike with his prize winnings. Itās a practical purchase and a convenient way to get around town. He doesnāt talk about how sometimes he goes as fast as he can to feel the wind on his face and he can almost hear a voice shouting in glee for him to go faster. He gets a rear rack but never puts anything on it.
2. He goes to Lan Yin Temple when the silence in his head gets too loud. Sometimes heās not sure if he hallucinated everything, and he desperately wants to talk to someone else that actually knew Chu Ying. So, he goes to Lan Yin Temple and he plays go with Lazy Shifu.
3. He starts a go logbook for Chu Yingās games. He starts with the game against Yu Liang at 8 years old, but has to ask Yu Liang to review it with him. He gets more confident in his memory as he gets closer to the present, even able to recall the game against Fang Xu. He keeps this logbook with the book of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Heās not sure what heāll do with it but it helps to remember.
Just 1.2k of some Pierre/Liam almost fic that started from these pictures of Liam in a backwards cap x and these of Pierre where he just looks so fuck up attitude I canāt evenā x. Special shout out to @boxboxbrioche for enabling me with this. Much appreciated.
So far Alpine isnāt all of what Pierre had in mind when he changed teams. Otmar is treating him like an idiot for Godās sake, making āsuggestionsā on who he should surround himself with like he does not think he can properly handle this business. And Esteban is happy to see him playing the rookie, always opening his mouth first in drivers briefings, scheduling his sim time firstā always putting himself first. Which is probably why Pierre allows little Liam Lawson to invade his space all the time. But by letting him tag along, it doesnāt mean anything except to feed Pierreās ego.Ā
Too bad Liam doesnāt see it like that.
Clearly he worships the ground Pierre walks on, has stars in his eyes, wants to be just like himā the backwards cap, the jumper. Wants to be just like the model-esque man with the power of a nation behind him and a team that paid good money to steal him from their rivals because he was just that good.Ā
Liam always manages to find Pierre on race weekends. F2 and F1 do share a lot of races on the calendar but itās more than that. The boy is like a puppy, following him around at the track, always asking questions and trusting him explicitly with things he probably shouldnāt if he is indeed to become his rival one day. But with things how they are, Pierre canāt resist that pleading face and the compliments it gives.Ā
This time Liam is all excited because maybe Checo does have food poisoning or something and Liam actually gets to drive for RB19 at the upcoming race and he of course tells his idol right away. But Pierre, poor Pierre who after Melbourne is just a tad bitter about everything but especially the team and racing, canāt help but comment, āThese things do not work like that. Ricciardo will be in that seat, just you wait and see.ā And Liam looks up at him, pleading eyes full of trust and asks, āWell, how do they go then?āĀ
Wellā¦ Pierre cannot stand that same naivety staring back at him that he himself once possessed a long time ago. Before the start of this year even. Before RedBull. Before he was thrown aside and demoted back to Toro Rosso and left to rot in the middle at Alpha Tauri until he quit or gave up.Ā
Pierre canāt stand that look. Canāt stand being reminded he was ever this young and stupid (read hopeful) too. So, he canāt help but want to ruin it like they did to him.Ā
First things first, he steps closer and takes the hat with the RB logo from Liamās head and throws it away before surprising him with a brutal kiss that sets both the pace and his feelings for this tryst. Liam is into it immediately, pushing back and trying to give as good as he gets but Pierre can tell by the way he cannot find anywhere to place his hands that this is Liamās first encounter with a man. Or perhaps even at all.Ā
āShhhhhā¦ā Pierre whispers on skin when he feels Liam tense beneath him as his back hits the bed, pushed by both desire and anger. The blonde hair flops so prettily on the covers surrounding his head like a halo. It only makes Pierre want to ruin him more.Ā
The first touch of their bodies isnāt as harsh as the others that got them here. He isnāt a cruel man. That is not his intention here. His fingers crawl up Liamās collarbone, sure but light, delighting in the way Liamās eyes are closed and his breathing already laboured.Ā
The next kiss lands on his stomach, then down to his torso before going straight for the main prize down below, Pierre genuinely curious if the colour matches what is on top of his head. If he is indeed as angelic all the way through like he looks.Ā
Pierre is very careful preparing him with his fingers, knowing it is Liamās first time and also struck by the little whimpers coming out of his mouth as if in pain. As he slides in, Pierre soothes him with a kiss, swallowing the cry of pain and coaxing that tongue into something more useful than biting his own lip. By how sweetly Liam is responding, Pierre thinks he appreciates it.Ā
Because Pierre will be kinder than those were to him. This is a mercy. The heady back and forth of skin on skin and the row of teeth around his neck are only so Liam will be prepared when someone comes along to fuck him over later. And if the thrusts get a little say, rough, towards the end, when even Pierre does not have the will power to keep Liam quiet anymore, then it is only helping them both in the long run to remember their place.Ā
The same goes for when Pierre can finally move his limbs to detach him and his dick completely. Liam tries to cling again; arms wrapping around deflated shoulders, both bodies languished after completion, but it is not enough. Itās never enough to just want it.Ā
As Pierre heads naked for the bathroom, Liamās body rolled towards where his walks away, hand outstretched, Pierre slams the door. In front of the mirror is where he cannot hide. The bags under his eyes, the cut on his throat from the crash. That is what they do not tell you when you start this. You can try as hard as you like but you may never get any further than where you started.Ā
Liam is still there when Pierre re-opens the door and steps back into reality. Heās on the bed, still naked and looking lost amongst the messed up sheets. Itās so pathetic Pierre cannot refrain from rolling his eyes. And then he stares. Just a moment ago, flushed with desire and colour, the pale white skin now matches a pale white face as it stares down at the bed as if remembering what once was.Ā
And maybe heās going soft or something but Pierre cannot stand that look of defeat anymore than the hope. With a sigh he returns with a cloth and wipes up the worst of the damage. Liam letās him, going limp like a doll and Pierre pays a lot more attention to his task than is necessary so he doesnāt have to make out what expression is on his face now and work out which of them he should feel sorry for more.Ā
Itās silent. Neither of them talk. But this time when Pierre pulls away to grab a shirt to dress him in, he places an exquisitely gentle kiss on Liamās brow as he does it. Briefly Pierre considers the Ferrari polo that Charles must have left in his room after training one day. It could be what Liam needs to dream a little bigger, but eventually Pierre settles on his own plain white one without any branding whatsoever so Liam can make up his own mind about his future.Ā
Pierre never got that choice.Ā
As he places the collar over Liamās head, about to cover those beautiful marks of passion and desire, Liam goes to say somethingā anything to stop this coming to an end. But Pierre silences him with a look and pulls him close with both hands that hang heavy on his shoulders like the burden he knows will always be there. The shirt is soft and worn, just like Liamās lips as he kisses him goodbye.Ā
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
You are way ahead of me here with whole paragraphs! I literally have sentences that I jotted down in between works because Iād forget them otherwise. Iāll pretend they add to the suspense :)
It happens on a random Tuesday. Happiness. He opens the door and itās there, sheās right there, palms sweaty and heart trembling.
the war is over, the shaky peace established. superior intelligence destroyed. the veil has been pulled off away from his eyes long ago. the lies, the propaganda, it's all over.
they don't even have a reason to work together anymore.
(he's been helping for a while, the si be damned, he still cares about the good of his people)
but this is it. for the first time, ever, he's finally free.
(let's face it he's never truly been free to go, or do, or be what he wants in his entire life)
that's when carol asks him, with trepidation in her chest:
'now that you are free to go anywhere in the entire universe, where would you go?'
'there's nowhere else i'd rather be'
he answers.
implied 'than by your side' heavy in the air between them.
fluffy dragon queen thing where Regina and Mal just end up sleeping together (itās famiilar, itās nice, it doesnāt mean anything).
then it does.Ā
maybe it always did.Ā
Regina thinks she might still be on the rebound (her last two lovers have died, Wish Robin gets to be with the other her, itās just a mess and itās not fair to Mal)
fairness isnāt what weāve ever built a relationship on, dear.Ā
