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HELP ‼️ my boyfriend likes his switch 2 more than me ❔ LOVE LIFE in RUINS (click to read more...)
Are You Satisfied? (english)
Chapter 4
lovedd the doors fic
Chefs kiss
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.”
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“Make him talk, make it stop, all I want is a dialogue
Oh, we're drownin' here, I've gotta stay for Mom
Make the house a home, you know how to talk
Well, you did back then, we would talk so much
And it's fine we don't, but can you come home?”
Are You Satisfied? (english)
chapter 3
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for me it’s with the sun in our eyes by screwstyles
but which more???
maxiel
so i’ve got a fic which is not in english and i’m translating it. should i post it in a new work or update all the chapters in english?
what should i do
post a new one
translate the original
Are You Satisfied?
Maxiel fic
“And Max Verstappen’s here too, did you know?”
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.
chapter 8
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.
Somebody write this please!!!
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✨️
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."
Are You Satisfied?
Maxiel fic
“And Max Verstappen’s here too, did you know?”
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.
chapter 8
Are You Satisfied?
Maxiel fic
“And Max Verstappen’s here too, did you know?”
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
it´s kinda sad that maxiel is slowly being forgotten at the f1 ships fandom :(( it´s one of the best ships
Are You Satisfied?
Maxiel fic
“And Max Verstappen’s here too, did you know?”
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