You and @norrisleclercf1 were right about the severe lack of Charlando content and all I can think about is after their podiums and wanting to share you and while Charles is frenzy Lando is slow and pulling you apart
gave me an idea ..
being friends with them and from the outside it’s weird. there’s trips with just the three of you, inside jokes about them, too much touching, generally too close to just be friends. completely denying anything has ever or will ever happen until you go to aus. it’s your first time attending a race where they both end up on the podium. the night goes like usual, you make it back to the hotel in one piece. there’s a moment though, in the hallway when you’re going into your room. you unlock the door and turn to say good night one final time and suddenly charles is a lot closer than you remember. he’s leaning on the door, staring down at you with a look you can’t decipher.
before lando can figure out what either of you are thinking, charles is crashing his lips on down yours and pushing you inside. he grabs a fistful of lando’s shirt and tugs him inside, too. he’d expected the door to be slammed in his face once he saw charles start leaning down. lando shuts the door behind himself and tries not to wince as charles blindly backs you into now the dark room. he hears a bump, a gasp, and scuffling, as he blindly runs his hand along the wall for the switch. he flicks the lights on and sees charles between your legs, you on the ottoman in front of the sofa with your head dangling off the edge. charles grins, he looks more proud now than he did at any point earlier in the night as he dips down and licks a stripe up your neck. at the same time, he slips a hand behind your head and lifts it back up so your lips meet his.
charles pulls away from the kiss and sits up, panting. “i meant to make it to the bedroom.”
you giggle below him and shrug, “i don’t mind. housekeeping might. i’m sending you the invoice.”
lando watches as the hand not supporting your head caresses your thigh, “i booked the room, silly.” lando sucks his lower lip into his mouth. he hadn’t known that. what does that mean? does he usually do that?
just as he starts to wonder if he’s been forgotten, you huff at charles and turn to lando, “you’re being awfully quiet.”
he licks his lips, “i’m trying to figure out if you’ve done this before.”
charles hums, “no. thought about it though, haven’t you?”
“all three of us? sorry charles, you’re not usually in my fantasies.”
charles laughs, “you’re not in mine either, but it’d throw off the dynamic, if i had her and you didn’t.”
a whine escapes lando’s throat and a wave of embarrassment runs through him. “what makes you think you’d have her?”
charles sighs, like lando’s teacher when he’s being asked to explain something he shouldn’t have to, “i kissed her, didn’t i? couldn’t just leave you out there, though.”
“you’re both in my fantasies, for what it’s worth.” your voice is soft, playful. you’re giving lando a look that says, don’t listen to charles. and he can’t help but listen.
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we have these baubles with a bunch of our family's names written with these glitter glue pens or whatever they are
and this time around my mom changed mine to my new name
and i kinda wanna cry about it
cause i walked down the stairs to the living room and i saw them all resting on towels and drying
i sat down on the couch to just look them over
i was searching for my bauble but i tried to act like i wasn't, don't think i was actually too subtle about it but i pretended
there were baubles with the names of our pets, half siblings, nephews and i found mine
and my mom had changed it
i had a hunch she might've, it's just like her to do something like that
but idk i guess it just kinda really drove home the point that i am accepted and this is all real? it's not some elaborate daydream or something i came up with after fantasizing about coming out and all
im just feeling some trans joy
sorry it's 4am i can't sleep but i am thinking and feeling and my family accepts me and im just overwhelmed with it all and ahshdjfjfjshhdnffmmgvm..... y'know
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I want to say real quick, again, thank you guys so much for sending me asks. The messages just keep pouring and I cannot put into words how much it means to me, how much I need them right now. I know writing messages takes energy, and half of you don’t even know me, some of you are even saying “oh I just followed you today, I hope you feel better” and!! That’s so kind!!! I fucking love you guys. Thank you for using your time and energy, choosing to write to me. I know I’m just a stranger on the internet, but across the screens, you’re helping a real breathing person heal.
I missed so many of you, even the people I only interacted with one time, like for a commission you bought from me, or maybe you wrote a nice tag on my art, I do remember you fondly. I always remember when someone is kind to me because I didn’t grow up surrounded by kind people; when I recognize acts of kindness, I really hold onto it.
To the newcomers, welcome to my blog, and I’m so sorry you’re seeing me like this. I want to say I’m not normally in such devastated state, but I’ve felt so incredibly hopeless for such a long amount of time, I’m not quite sure how to be my old self again. I’m really hoping I can heal one day, and it feels a little bit more possible because of your support. It’s so touching that there’s so many of you who are like “oh I just found your blog today and I’m sending you so much love”. You’re seeing me in such a raw, wounded state, and yet you’re still willing to extend your positivity even though you don’t know me. It means so much.
I cannot tell you how comforting it feels to open my inbox and my dms and re-read all of these messages you’re sending me. And then I’ll refresh and suddenly there will be more. I promise you I am reading every single one of them, and I am slowly but surely answering as many as I can, even if I’m so slow at it, I’m very rusty from not speaking to almost anyone for nearly 9 months lol. Not only do I feel encouraged when you’re lifting me up like this, but spending a few minutes distracting my mind from the traumatic events by focusing on reading your words, it helps to ground me. When I feel more vulnerable to flashbacks, whether it’s just that kind of day where I wake up and the wounds are reopened, or maybe I’ve been triggered by something and my emotions are raw, I’ll try to open my inbox and read your messages again, to try to ground myself. Some of you are even worried about putting content warnings onto your asks, which is so sweet. I promise you you don’t have to do that, but that’s so incredibly nice of you to even think about that. You don’t have to worry about whether your transformers URLs are going to make me flinch, or if there’s pink profile pictures, or if you mention Starscream or Knockout or Megatron or Bee or literally whomever. Just the fact that you’re being careful with me, that’s so sweet, I can’t believe how all of you, 100% of you, have taken me seriously. None of you have made fun of me, none of you have put me down for being scared -- hell, even non-self shippers have told me they support me in my journey to reclaiming the many characters I’ve lost. I think I’ve reached over 100 messages in the last three days that I’ve returned, and all of them are nothing but kind and empathetic. I’m shocked.
I really thought I was going to be in this alone. I really didn’t expect anyone to believe me. A few of M’s close friends blocked me back when she was manipulating me, and it hurt, because I didn’t even know what I had done wrong. No explanation, I had lost a few people who I thought I was close with. And it was just more fuel for her to tell me how she would think I’m special, that she would never leave me like that. I was scared that when I’d return online, everyone would shun me, that she might be spreading rumors about me (which she is known to do). But I’ve even had FIVE PEOPLE come forward in the last two days and say “I know who you’re venting about, even though you didn’t say her name, and she hurt me too. She hurts a lot of people and I’m sorry she hurt you. Don’t let her ruin Transformers for you, it’s yours.” I felt so relieved to hear I wasn’t alone, that we’re not alone, that I’m not going crazy. Thank you guys for validating my feelings.
My ask box is always open, my dms are always open (when they’re not being glitchy lol) and none of you should ever worry about “being too overwhelming” when sending messages. You’re not tiring me out, you’re not making me feel pressured to respond. You’re all making me feel seen. You can send me 500 supportive messages and I am going to read all of them. I had no idea how much I needed support until I received it. I burst into tears the first time you guys started messaging me because I was awash with relief. You’re all really helping me get onto the path of healing and I appreciate you so much. Thank you for helping me and thank you for being patient with me as I heal.
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