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- pazzi high school exes to lovers au snippet -

“It’s been a long time,” Azzi concedes. She fiddles with her pen, hoping Paige can just hurry it up and order so Azzi can get back in the kitchen and tell Geno she’s going to quit.

Paige smiles when she says, “Yeah, it has.” It’s that same conceited, self-important smile that she used to plaster all over her face when they were in high school and Paige won something important, which was often. It’s the same smile Paige gave her in the locker rooms after gym, both of them sweating from exertion and. Something else. 

Azzi kind of wants to strangle her. She suspects, though, that a death in the diner would be bad for business, and Azzi is struggling enough to stay afloat as it is.

“You ready to order?” Azzi prompts, rocking onto her heels, and then back on her toes. The longer she stands here, the more humiliating it gets—Paige sits primly in her fitted suit and polished loafers, while Azzi is stuck working minimum wage in the most ridiculous, cheap diner get-up in existence. They must look like the cover of a bad Netflix romcom, one that nobody watches unless they’re fresh off being dumped over the phone.

Paige takes her sweet fucking time examining the menu, feigning interest at every little thing. She oohs and aahs over fucking waffles, pointing at random items and asking if they’re gluten free, which is made extra-annoying by the fact that Azzi knows Paige doesn’t have a damn gluten allergy. Her eye twitches.

“Paige,” she interrupts once Paige has moved onto loudly pondering the drink options. “I have other customers to attend to. So if you wouldn’t mind hurrying it up.”

Paige looks around at the obviously-empty diner. Nevertheless, she says, “I’ll have the classic pancakes.”

Azzi pretends she’s writing it down in her notebook and asks, as politely as she can manage, “Anything else?”

Paige snaps the menu shut. “Nope.” She pops the p, because of course she does.

Azzi’s cheeks hurt from holding her smile. Her teeth ache, too, from being clenched together too hard for too long. She grits out, “Excellent,” and, remarkably, returns to the kitchen without screaming even once.

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- short maxiel ficlet [ UNFINISHED ] -

Daniel is a shit cook.

That is one of the first things Max learns about him, right after the fact that Daniel is eight years older than him and nestled just before the knowledge that Daniel had sex with Sebastian Vettel.

It’s a strange roster of information, but Daniel is perhaps the strangest person Max has ever known.

Max happens across the particular character trait of “Terrible Chef” after his first race with Red Bull. They are in Daniel’s hotel room, because Christian told Daniel he had to watch after Max and “make sure he doesn’t get shit-faced, for fuck’s sake, he’s barely 18.”

Max does not think this is fair. He has already been 18 for months.

Daniel does not seem to this is fair either, because he has been sprawled out face-down on the only bed and grumbling to himself for the entire time they've been alone. Max is standing at the side of the bed, in case Daniel starts to suffocate.

Daniel has not suffocated for half an hour. Max does not know if this is impressive or not.

His stomach grumbles. Max hasn't had anything to eat since before the race. It's been eight hours, and the hotel minifridge doesn't come pre-stocked.

Against his better judgement, he pokes at Daniel’s shoulder. “Daniel,” he prods, feeling self-conscious. “Daniel.”

Daniel makes a sound that probably indicates annoyance. “What do you want,” comes out irritated and muffled by the pillows. Daniel's Australian accent further muddles the words, so it becomes more, "Waddya wah," and Max makes an educated guess from there.

Max shoves against his shoulder lightly. “Can you please—can you get up?”

A brief pause, as if Daniel is considering it. Then, “No.”

“Daniel, if you suffocate, Christian will yell at me.”

That gets him to lift his head, expression twisted into something that looks both incredulous and annoyed. “Christian would not yell at you,” he says, sounding offended. “Christian would yell at me for suffocating in front of you. Christian doesn't have a bone in his body capable of yelling at you.” He sounds very angry about it, which Max does not get.

"I do not think I understand."

Daniel looks impossibly angrier. "Don't play dumb with me," he grits out. "That was my win"

Max tilts his head. You should have driven faster, then, he wants to say.

"I am sorry," he says instead, as sincerely as he can, because Daniel is his best chance at dinner for atleast a few meters. He is not sorry in the slightest. He doesn't understand why Daniel cannot accept that Max is sometimes the favorite, and that if Daniel were as good as Max is, maybe Christian would like him more.

Daniel narrows his eyes. "Bullshit." Then, he drops his head back into the pillow and continues not suffocating.

Max shoves at him again, harder this time. "Daniel, you are being unfair. Get up."

Nothing.

He tries again, practically trying to roll him over. His teammate is decently heavy, though, so Max is really only able to shove him around and wrinkle the sheets. "Daniel," he says. "Daniel, come on. Make me dinner, or something, at least."

“Oh my god, mate,” Daniel groans. “If I do, will you leave me alone?”

Max considers the idea. “Yes,” he concedes. Daniel rolls out of bed so quickly, he's almost offended.

"What do you want?" He says, pulling on his socks. Max shrugs. He has no idea what Daniel can cook. "Okay, instant ramen, then."

Max is about to ask if Daniel is going to the convenience store, when the Australian opens his suitcase to reveal a wrinkled suit, three pairs of underwear, a retainer case, and two packets of instant noodles.

(i ran out of steam and didnt finish :( didn't want to let this rot in my drafts tho)

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tell us about one of your 28(!!!) wips if you want!

ofc!!! the last wip i worked on was a maxiel odyssey au 🫨 daniel takes on the role of odysseus and max is a young god helping daniel on his journey home to penelope (charles). this is my fav snippet so far:

“Were there really a thousand ships?” Max asks, curious. “Was she really that beautiful?”

Daniel laughs—a guffaw, really, a near-honking sound. Nothing divine in it, but Max could swear it sounds golden. “Yeah, mate. She was that beautiful.” Daniel elbows him. “What, you think you would’ve had a chance?”

Max doesn’t know how to explain that he doesn’t think anyone could be more beautiful than Daniel.

tell me about one of your wips!!! (if you'd like!)

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sun and moon this, sun and moon that, have u ever considered that maxiel are just two really big stars, burning out faster than they can manage, so so so bold and bright and beautiful in their red bull years that they almost knock each other out of the sky?

have u ever considered that maybe max is a red giant and daniel just never got there, he skipped right past that stage, right now he feels closer to a black hole but oh, max is so brilliant, he thinks about that all the time—the way he shines and shines despite the dark, warm and explosive and bright all the time

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the dancing table! 👀

yayyyyyy ok i love this one 🤩🤩🤩 it’s basically a maxiel zombie apocalypse au. i’m writing it for halloween fest but we’ll see if i finish….

Daniel is holding a steel rod in his hand. 

It must have been part of an IV, or maybe some other medical equipment before Daniel broke it and used it as a baseball bat. Max fixates on him, in the center of the room, and tries to block out everything else.

It doesn’t work. The room smells too strongly of iron. Most everything was white, before, but the sheets and the walls are now stained with splatters of red. It drips from the cot and drags across the floor. Max’s eyes follow the crimson path against his own wishes. He starts with the window, and then the blood that’s beginning to pool at Daniel’s feet. His gaze settles on the broad shape of his dad, nestled in the far corner of the room.

Jos’s skull is cracked open. 

Something in his brain short circuits. He wants to joke that Daniel’s probably always wanted to do that; that he forgives him, that they all get a little crazy sometimes.

The words die on his tongue when he sees the parasite.

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dead dogs in the atmosphere?! 😵‍💫😳

my loscar brainrot… it’s kinda inspired by the story of laika the dog??? she was the first dog to go up into space, but she unfortunately died and she sparked a ton of debate about the mistreatment of animals in the name of science

a little snippet for u:

"I know. I get it," Logan offers. Oscar can imagine his weak smile, the way his lips only pull up one corner at a time. A facade of bravery that Oscar can't even see from behind the barrier of the screen and several thousand miles of ocean. "I won't be offended if you hang up now."

Oscar kind of wants to shake him. Logan has always chosen the paths of least resistance, at least when it comes to Oscar. It just makes Oscar feel worse—like he's one of those awful scientists in the Soviet Space Program that sent a dog up in the atmosphere, and never bothered to get her back down.

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idk do you think daniel ever has dreams about f1. and he wakes up and his neck aches from the g-forces of a nonexistent car and his hands are clenched as if he's been driving and he looks out his window to see the australian countryside and he just. breathes.

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chaennie soulmate au snippet Jennie’s soulmark becomes big enough to read when she’s thirteen—the previously illegible letters space out just enough that Jennie can make out the shape of an R, and the letters that follow are distinct enough that Jennie can kind of guess what it reads: Roseanne.

She cries about it for a while. Covers it with concealer and bracelets at school.

Roseanne is a girl’s name. There must be something wrong.