But what’s your🫵 top 3 on the album(if you haven’t said already lol)
Im so glad you liked it!! Ah god, picking just three is insane, but if I had to Id probably go End of August, Willing and Able, and The Great Divide. I love the way each of them work to tell a story and they are all so heartbreakingly relatable.
So why, you might be asking, did I write American Cars here? Well, simply because the second I heard this song I immediately thought of Daniel so here you go anon, not in my top three but the one I was most excited to write about? If that makes sense? Hopefully 😭 As always thank you for the ask! 💙✨
If you also want to send in a Noah song you can find the list here!
3 - American Cars (Maxiel)
930 words, ⚠️ mentions to alcohol abuse ⚠️, suggestive/explicit, Max/Daniel
He doesn't make a habit of naming his cars, never has really, content on having a nameless connection with whatever vehicle he finds himself in. His Raptor is no different, nameless as she hums beneath his touch, the space filled with the soft crackle of America’s greatest country buzzing on the radio.
He throws his blinker on, turning the truck down some slightly nicer road, the tires bumping across a neglected pothole. It makes Daniel jump slightly, his body jolting upward as the truck translates the energy linearly. He is heading South, not quite sure of the specifics of the destination, a faint memory more than anything, but he is probably sober enough to find it again. Probably.
Australia is Daniel’s home, without a doubt, but as he travels America has some sick hold over him that resembles a secondary home. Nights like this he spends the entire day just to arrive at some back country slice of peace that is distinctly different from anything Daniel has ever had before. He knows that he is running from something, something located somewhere between the invoice for his last missed therapy appointment and a Miller Lite. He doesn't care to unpack that now, not when the road is starting to get worse, bumpier, asphalt turning to gravel and then dirt as he accelerates a little faster.
His phone is discarded on the seat next to him, probably dead.
The trees around him start to thin out the farther Daniel goes, the desert revealing itself as dusk starts to settle in. He hooks another left before putting the truck in park and hopping out, keys still left in the ignition. The radio crackles just loud enough for Daniel to hear it still as he lowers his tailgate, returning to shut off the truck fully before hopping into the back.
It's how he spends most of his nights now, driving out here just to drink and watch the stars. He has some time before it gets dark enough for the stars, the hues of the clouds just barely beginning to shift for the sunset, the faintest edges of orange and pink settling over the sky.
The beer in his hand sweats against his skin, a soft hiss as Daniel cracks the tab pressing it to his lips for a quick swig. The liquid runs cold against the inside of his mouth, cascading down into his throat with a tentative warmth.
He spends the majority of his time like this, too much for him to give the hours for, all he knows is that it is long dark when a pair of headlights cuts through his serenity. For a brief moment Daniel is irritated, this is a spot well secluded from the path, somewhere he should not be interrupted. His second thought is that it might be a ranger, but after straightening himself up the Audi in front of him most certainly does not belong to a ranger.
The sight is enough to make him chuckle a bit, such a pristine vehicle parked along the dirt and brambles of the desert. He resolves it must just be some teenagers, young and all too dumb. Except that the man who steps out of the car is no teenager.
Max looks the same as he always has, broad shoulders, thin waist, the softest amount of stubborn fat around his hips. His face is drawn into the same serious pout as he hands the driver of the car some folded notes and apologises. Daniel watches the Audi attempt to reverse before disappearing off down the road once more, leaving Max behind to stare up at Daniel. The whole spectacle is quite humorous to a tipsy Daniel.
“What the fuck are you doing here Maxy?”
His voice is loud in the desert air.
“Looking for your ass Daniel.”
Danyul.
Daniel slides himself off of the tailgate before pressing Max into a tight hug. He smells the same. The softest hint of strawberry underlined with gas and rubber. Distinctly Max.
Still you.
“Your sister has been worried sick.”
The guilt comes far too fast for his liking, a destructive force to Daniel’s facade of ‘fine’. Max eyes him up with a judgemental gaze and he feels himself wither beneath it.
A tentative hand reaches out to stroke across Max’s cheek, hot under his touch.
For a while they sit in the silence before Max presses a kiss to the inside of palm, lips scorching against the flesh.
Somehow they end up in the back of Daniel’s Ford, bodies melted together atop scratchy wool as they become one again. Sweat gleaming across Max under the moonlight, and Daniel can't help but kiss every patch of pale skin, holding his hips steady as Max rolls his hips far too well. It's so good that Daniel thinks it must be a dream, both of them rapidly approaching release as Max drops down particularly hard, nudging Daniel’s cock against something deep and even tighter inside Max.
When it's all said and done Daniel is grateful he isn't absolutely wasted, his beer long forgotten as he pulls Max to his chest, their breath mixing with the fresh air. He can already feel his eyes begin to drop closed before the softest voice drags him back to reality.
“Come home Daniel.”
-
“Make him talk, make it stop, all I want is a dialogue
Daniel raises an eyebrow. His stomach flutters at the name. He doesn’t expect it, or maybe he’s a little afraid of it. “Verstappen? The Dutch guy?”
“Yeah,” Lando says. “He’s in individual figure skating. He killed it at the World Championships last year.”
Or: Daniel is a hockey player on the brink of disaster who needs to prove he’s not finished yet. Max is a figure skater with too many expectations placed on him to live up to. They meet again at the Winter Olympics.
Estaba pensando en publicarlo en inglés, pero no sé si debería publicar un nuevo fic en inglés o actualizar este y traducirlo del español al inglés. ¿Qué opinas?
Choosing Keeping by sunsetmog | F1 RPF | Max/Daniel | 1600 words.
Have a little hospital angst!!! If you don't like serious injuries and whump and zero medical research and an air of go with it, the important thing is that they're hurt and not that it makes sense, then this maybe isn't the tumblr ficlet for you.
Max Verstappen in horror smash at Miami GP finds its way onto his phone even before the call comes in.
Choosing Keeping
Daniel hears about the accident before he sees it.
He doesn't pay that close attention to F1 anymore, which is his therapist-approved, healthy-distance approach to life, the universe, and his whole world's obsession with racing, but even with that he can't entirely avoid it. So, Max Verstappen in horror smash at Miami GP finds its way onto his phone even before the call comes in.
He swipes the call away. It's an unknown international number, but it calls again almost immediately.
He cancels it.
It rings a third time. When he answers it, staring down at his phone screen at a picture of Max's car smashed into the barriers on a sea of Miami-blue run-off area, it's Max's fucking lawyers, informing him that he's Max Verstappen's fucking medical proxy, and the hospital in Miami is waiting to hear from him.
"What," Daniel says, because he's barely spoken to Max since last year, and they haven't fucked with any regularity since Daniel was at McLaren. They weren't serious enough for Daniel to be Max's medical proxy then, let alone now.
The lawyer repeats himself. As per Max's legal documentation, Daniel is Max's medical proxy, and he —as Max's lawyer— is able to to access a discretionary fund to arrange immediate worldwide private transportation to Max's location, and the hospital has been informed that no one but Daniel is empowered to make decisions on Max's behalf if Max isn't able to himself.
Daniel sits down.
&&&
He watches the crash footage on his phone as he flies from LA to Miami on a hastily scheduled private jet. It's the other car's fault but initially probably nothing beyond a penalty of some sort; going for a gap that wasn't there, the car hits another car then ricochets back into Max's, catapulting him off the track and into the barriers at full speed. It's the debris that makes the difference; it comes off the other car and flies at Max. It's a projectile that goes over the halo and hits him at full fucking speed. Daniel can't tell where. Neither can the commentators.
When the car comes to a stop, Max doesn't respond to GP's radio messages.
He doesn't get out of the car.
He hasn't regained consciousness since.
&&&
Max needs surgery to relieve the pressure in his skull. Daniel speaks to the doctors during his flight; Max's lawyers have put the fucking fear of god in them and promised they'll sue if they so much as blow Max's fucking nose without Daniel's permission. Daniel gives them whatever permission they ask for.
He and Max aren't fucking. He doesn't know why he's on his fucking list. It must be a mistake; a hangover from when Max thought there was more of a future for them than Daniel knew there ever could be. But no; the lawyers confirm it. Max updates and re-signs his paperwork every six months. Daniel is on Max's paperwork by design.
Daniel just doesn't know why.
The plane lands and a car's waiting. He goes to the hospital; there are press outside and Jos inside and Jos's reaction is the one that freaks Daniel out the most.
There are nurses, doctors, hospital administrators. Max's surgery is ongoing. They explain to Daniel the nature of Max's injuries; the impact of the debris, the head injury, his decimated shoulder.
Daniel asks what about his helmet? The fucking halo? Every other safety device on the car that's supposed to avoid a situation like this?
The doctor looks him in the eye. "It's why he's still alive for us to operate on."
Daniel looks away first.
&&&
Max and Daniel had fucked for six months around the winter break, Daniel's first year at McLaren. It hadn't been Daniel's best choice; Max's star was ascending and Daniel's was on its way to rock fucking bottom. Max looked at him like he hung the fucking moon and Daniel wanted to sink through the fucking floor. Max talked about Daniel like he was worth something. The press talked about him like he wasn't.
In the end, it hadn't been that. Daniel had wanted him to win. He'd known, just as he'd always known, that Max was it.
He just didn't have it in him to be on the sidelines to see it.
Max had cried.
Daniel had too, but not where Max had seen him do it.
&&&
They'd fucked since then, but Daniel had always made a point of leaving first, never staying the night, always keeping Max at arm's length.
The last time, they'd done it in a hotel room that hadn't belonged to either of them. A joint one, booked at the last minute, their stuff elsewhere. Daniel had come out of the bathroom to Max getting ready to leave, his hoodie rolled up under his arm.
"I know you don't want to stay," Max had said. "But I think it's my turn, yes, to leave?"
Max at a distance was Daniel's least favourite thing, but he didn't ask him to stay.
He never asked him for anything.
&&&
Max in a hospital bed is Daniel's new least favourite thing. He gets all the updates. He gets the VIP treatment from the hospital administrators. He gets Max's condition explained more than most of the other visitors to intensive care patients put together. He tries to understand why a medically induced coma is something he has to say yes to if Max's brain is going to get to heal at all.
He asks, will he race again? and doesn't get an answer he wants to hear.
Daniel sleeps on the fold out cot in the corner of Max's room and doesn't let himself think about what a perfect world might have looked like for him and Max. What together looked like in any way that could matter. If giving him up in an ocean of self hate and endless, desperate hunger and pressure had been the right thing to do.
Maybe it doesn't matter any more.
&&&
In the morning, he sits by Max's bed and holds his hand.
They've been too long apart. They were never together in any way that meant something. They just fucked. Max kissed like he had a point to prove. He fucked like he was learning a fucking track. He tried to hand Daniel his heart like Daniel had somewhere — anywhere — safe to put it.
When Daniel wouldn't take it, it seemed, Max had just wrapped it up in legal documentation and had it hand delivered in the only way he knew Daniel would ever take it.
Desperation. The worst of fucking times.
&&&
Daniel's latest girlfriend calls him. Daniel looks at his phone. He stands in the hallway outside Max's room and breaks up with her because there isn't a way to explain that she couldn't ever come close to someone he wouldn't even let himself be with.
The doctors explain Max's current condition. They run tests. They monitor him.
The debris projectile might have caused permanent, lasting damage. They can't guarantee he'll be the same person afterwards. Daniel tries to ask for percentage chances but they hedge their bets. Scared of being sued, Daniel thinks, and reports back to the lawyers.
&&&
24 hours later, Max's fingers twitch against Daniel's palm.
Daniel thinks he's going to throw the fuck up. Max's mum and sister are flying in. Daniel doesn't know how to explain what he's doing here, why he's in charge when nobody else is. Why Jos made too much of a spectacle of himself and got himself banned from the hospital without Daniel's input at all.
He says: Max? Max. It's Daniel. I'm here like you wanted me to be. I'm here and I'm doing the best I can, but I need you to wake the fuck up, okay? Wake up and tell me you're going to be okay.
Max doesn't answer, but all day long his fingers continue to twitch, and Daniel continues to talk.
&&&
Daniel's having a fucking piss when Max wakes up properly, which is shit timing on his part and also explains why Max's first, slurred, barely there word is Daniel? and not hi mum, hi sis, sorry for worrying you all so much with that whole unconscious for days thing.
It explains a bit why Daniel bursts into fucking tears at the sight of him, even though Max is awake and so so lucky he's not dead and his shoulder's a mess and he's alive by the grace of fucking god and not because of any of the millions of dollars worth of safety equipment on Max's decimated fucking car.
It doesn't explain why Daniel sinks down into the chair next to him and takes Max's hand in his and kisses the back of it and says don't fucking go anywhere I can't fucking follow, Maximus, and Max barely responds and Daniel has to wipe his eyes on his hoodie and it's embarrassing and awful and Max is hardly awake anyway.
Max's fingers twitch against his, and Daniel lets out a ragged fucking breath, and breathes.
&&&
Daniel doesn't think about what it's going to be like if Max can't race again. If his recovery isn't going to take him back to the top. What a life like that looks like for Max.
He doesn't even let himself think about why Max chose — and kept choosing — Daniel to be the person he wanted here if this happened. It doesn't matter why. Max trusted him to do it. To step up. To be here if it came to it. He doesn't think about why he's here. He just knows that he is. That he's not going anywhere until Max wants him to leave.
He touches his hand to Max's cheek.
Max leans in to the touch. His mouth brushes the heel of Daniel's hand. He breathes.
There is such a tag in this blog. Under this tag, I post my ideas with the hope that talented and experienced authors will see it.
That they would see it and be able to rewrite it properly. And then I'll read and reread it because I love Maxiel and I can't live without them.
There are too few fics in the world, I need more, I need my precious!!!
✨️Imagine✨️
Teenager Max (moving to another city, new school, interesting family composition)
Spy parents (literally)
Daniel's New neighbors (The neighbors are too noisy in the evenings)
A gift for a fairy (Max goes camping and something happens)
Isabelle's birthday or Isabelle's birthday (Daniel doesn't know how to organize birthday party for his niece, but in the end, he succeeds)
Comics
Hot Baku (literally)
Bright Baku (literally)
Shooting content (Yuki knows that Dan's smile, and Max giggles too loudly)
You're not a honey badger (literally)
Wine and curly charm (Max and Daniel are rewriting the "Taming of the Scoundrel" script)
Bath news (Max checks his news feed in the bathroom)
Surprise (Max feels sick on his birthday)
Dad is unhappy (Daniel doesn't know what he's doing here. A lot of emotions, simple feelings)
Parental custod (Max is adopting a grid child?)
JP sees (He really saw a lot)
Christmas troubles (Max and Daniel are going shopping for Christmas. Something happens. Also a fic about Maxiel with a child, just a little bit. The second part(?)
Caring Daddy Max (literally)
The BACHELOR (Daniel falls in love with Max because of his fingers (not what you think)
Little Wolf (Daniel is going to look after this boy)
Beep, beep, beep... (He still has to take it out for your mistakes)
Emergency contact ("My emergency contact used to be Daniel. It's probably time to replace it.")
This House is Haunted| Maxiel | E | | Multi-chaptered | Haunted House AU | Mental Health Issues | Trauma Recovery
Read on AO3
Daniel frowns. He looks away from the TV now, at Max. The light reflects in his gorgeous eyes. "Like a house-house?" Daniel asks.
Max laughs and it feels like some sort of tension has broken. He leans forwards and kisses Daniel on the nose.
"Yes, a house-house. It is ours if we want it. And the money, it is not just pocket change. The probate company will take a commission of course, but… We don't have to worry any more."
"What do you mean?" Daniel looks confused, weary. His fingers curl tighter around Ducky.
"I mean… Maybe everything really is going to be okay."
Daniel doesn't look convinced. "Money doesn't fix everything, y'know. It… It can't fix me."
"I know." Max concedes. "But it will help. It will take the pressure off, give us some time to breathe."
Daniel raises an eyebrow. His stomach flutters at the name. He doesn’t expect it, or maybe he’s a little afraid of it. “Verstappen? The Dutch guy?”
“Yeah,” Lando says. “He’s in individual figure skating. He killed it at the World Championships last year.”
Or: Daniel is a hockey player on the brink of disaster who needs to prove he’s not finished yet. Max is a figure skater with too many expectations placed on him to live up to. They meet again at the Winter Olympics.
Daniel raises an eyebrow. His stomach flutters at the name. He doesn’t expect it, or maybe he’s a little afraid of it. “Verstappen? The Dutch guy?”
“Yeah,” Lando says. “He’s in individual figure skating. He killed it at the World Championships last year.”
Or: Daniel is a hockey player on the brink of disaster who needs to prove he’s not finished yet. Max is a figure skater with too many expectations placed on him to live up to. They meet again at the Winter Olympics.
language: spanish, status: in process, available in ao3
Daniel raises an eyebrow. His stomach flutters at the name. He doesn’t expect it, or maybe he’s a little afraid of it. “Verstappen? The Dutch guy?”
“Yeah,” Lando says. “He’s in individual figure skating. He killed it at the World Championships last year.”
Or: Daniel is a hockey player on the brink of disaster who needs to prove he’s not finished yet. Max is a figure skater with too many expectations placed on him to live up to. They meet again at the Winter Olympics.
language: spanish, status: in process, available in ao3
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