Hello!!! I’m very intrigued about this, tell me more? 💛🥰
open like your le— locker 👀
anyway i have been effectively shoved through the doubt stage so, is it narcissistic to say i absolutely adore this wip??? but it's one of those where it feels like it HAS to be perfect so sharing it is a little ahhh but the brainworms for it wriggled into existence after all the goddamn maxplaining and soft looks and cHaRLeS iS tHaT ThE mOnAco fLaG??? predominantly the soft looks tho (soft_wilted_cabbage.jpg as discussed) like dawg embarazzing. my favorite part (that i feel okay to share):
“How long?” asks Charles. “Have you, um,” he tries to elaborate when Max looks at him questioningly, but this is exactly the problem. Because Max looks at him like he has a thousand times before when that shouldn’t be the case, and it is the only thing Charles can think.
Fortunately, Max seems to get it anyway. “I am not sure,” he says. “More than a year, I think. Probably more than two — a while, but I did not know what to call it, really.”
This is the thing about Max. Where Charles would worry or slant his words, Max simply. Says it. It makes it easier for him to glance out of the window for a moment, then say, “How does it feel?”
For a few seconds, Max only thinks. “A lot.” Charles blinks at him, waiting. Something that feels like a large mass of air growing in his chest. Horror, maybe, but he doesn’t remember it feeling like this — weightless. Max speaks to the clouds outside, hands folding over one other. “It is very difficult not to notice you — that is annoying sometimes, actually. It feels like I am always searching for your face. You have a nice face, by the way.“ That makes Charles laugh, and tilt said face a little into his seat. It is far from the first time he’s been complimented, but there is something so completely different about hearing it right now, with Max looking at him out of the corner of his eye like this, a grin lifting his mouth. “And a nice laugh.”
“Do you stalk my instagram,” says Charles, half teasing, half desperately trying to divert attention away from the growing heat in his cheeks.
Max tips his head up, stretching his legs out in front of him as his eyes close. “Only in bed. Now shh, I am going back to sleep.”
So Charles is left, suddenly, to deal with a completely different heat. Which he does so by burrowing into his hoodie and trying not to look at Max.
He succeeds in exactly one of these things.
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hey uh anyone want to talk about neglect me lose me only give me leave unworthy as i am to follow you? anyone?????
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Återigen, ser jag en ända jävel (speciellt om de är cishet!svensk) försöka påstå i året 2023 att Sverige är ett accepterande och hbtq positivt land kommer jag att slå sönder någons knän
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Tw: sh, implied suicidality
Kinda just stopped sh'ing bc I lost sight of why I was doing it.
In the last two days I realised that I truly have no one but myself and that I will probably never find anyone and will just end my life as soon as I can. Think I'll probably relapse today
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