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Some things, it turns out, are easier to admit in the wrong language.
In Spanish, in Dutch, in words that feel just distant enough to be safe, you can admit truths you'd never dare to say in English. Because it doesn't count if you don't say it in English, right?
orthe one where Max buys a dryer, Nico has a crisis in Switzerland, and Lance realizes Fernando understands French a bit too well
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02 May 2026
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Isack gestured like it was obvious. “Whoever is le loup when we leave buys dinner.”
Liam scoffed. “That was not established.”
“I have the points, I make the rules.” Isack’s shrug was maddening.
OR Liam and Isack play tag to entertain themselves. Things escalate.
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30 Apr 2026
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Max felt it before he saw it—the brush of air, the sudden wrongness at his wrist.
“What the—”
The moped was already accelerating, a blur of movement and noise, the rider leaning low as they tore down the street. Max stared, stunned, at his bare wrist.
For half a second, nobody moved. “Putain de merde,” Charles snapped.
“Hey!” one of the fans shouted, too late.
“That’s my—” Max started, then stopped, blinking. His watch was gone. Just like that. Snatched cleanly off his wrist. Wasn’t sleight-of-hand for magicians?
Charles was already backing away, keys in hand.
“Charles,” Max said, still dazed. “It’s fine. It’s just—”
“No,” Charles said, and there was nothing polite about his voice now. His jaw was set, eyes already tracking the direction the moped had gone. “No, absolutely not.”
“Charles,” Max repeated, more urgently this time. “You don’t need to—”
“I do,” Charles said. He grabbed Max’s sleeve briefly. “Get in the car.”
Max hesitated. “This is insane.”
“Yes,” Charles agreed. “I know.”
OR Bottom!Max has his watch stolen and Charles loses his mind a little bit (based on 2022 incident in Italy)
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30 Apr 2026
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Lando shows up to the circuit bouncing on his feet, fresh-pressed and smug, wearing the shirt.
The shirt from the most recent upload. A thin cream-white thing with faded blue stripes. It had been rumpled in the video, clinging to sweat-slicked skin while a dildo was being fucked into a hole Oscar now knows too well.
Lando bites into a banana and says, “You good?”
Oscar blinks. Thinks about pressing Lando against the wall and having his way with him. Sending Lando off to media duties with a stretched hole and come trickling down his thighs. “Yeah. Fine.”
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Oscar stumbles upon a camboy account that looks a lot like Lando. It ruins his focus, rewires his brain, and makes him want things he shouldn't.Series
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12 Apr 2026
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阿兰沉默地按灭了手机屏幕，将它收回口袋。寒风卷起地上的落叶，发出沙沙的声响。
“……走吧。”他最终只是低低地说了一句，转身继续向前走去，没有再看埃尔顿，“天快黑了。”
他没有对那个备注发表任何意见。没有赞同，也没有反对。
但这沉默，在埃尔顿听来，无异于一种默许。
他的嘴角，在阿兰转身的刹那，抑制不住地上扬，勾勒出一个胜利的、心满意足的弧度。他快步跟上去，保持着那不远不近的距离，但两人之间的空气，似乎有什么东西已经悄然改变。
阿兰走在前面，冷风拍打在脸上，却无法冷却他耳根和后颈微微升起的温度。口袋里的手机沉甸甸的，仿佛还带着那两个词的余温。
Meu Alain。
我的阿兰。
他成了某种禁忌关系的共犯，并且，他悲哀地发现，自己似乎正在习惯，甚至……开始贪婪地汲取这其中，那一点点见不得光的、滚烫的甜蜜。
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30 Mar 2026