#daniel leaning into it to make max jealous…..

[f1-mcmuffin]

Hiii! Can i ask you to make a one shot where Alexandra and Rebecca (no hate for them obvi) are jealous of Lando's girlfriend because she is loved by all drivers or because their boyfriends do not pda like Lando.

You can make 2 one shots if you don't want to make this two together.

(Ps Lando is very in love with his girlfriend and she is the bestfriend of the 2 Lilys)

Please please please make one of this, i requested this at other 2 blog and they don't make it...🥲🥲🥲

If you write that. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH🥰😍

Jealousy, Jealousy

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A/n: hopefully it's the way you like, if not send me a request and I'll post again, and 123 followers omg thank you all so much

The paddock was alive with the usual buzz before the race, drivers and teams preparing for the day ahead but there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, one that only a few could feel, and Alexandra and Rebecca were the ones most attuned to it. They exchanged a glance as they observed the scene in front of them.

She stood in the center of a group of drivers, a smile on her face as she laughed at something Daniel Ricciardo had just said. Lando stood next to her, his arm slung casually around her waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin as they exchanged whispered words. 

The energy between them was palpable, and it wasn’t just the fact that Lando Norris was openly in love with his girlfriend. He was always touchy with her, always affectionate in a way that had begun to make waves in the paddock. It was how he wasn’t shy about showing it. He kissed her forehead in front of the cameras, pulled her close in the middle of interviews, and made sure the world knew she was his, every single moment of the day.

The other drivers—Max, Charles, George, and even Lewis—often looked on with a mix of admiration and amusement. It was no secret that she was well-loved among them. She was funny, smart, and always had a way of making everyone feel comfortable. But for Alexandra and Rebecca, it was something more.

It was the way she was loved.

Alexandra crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "I just don’t get it," she muttered, half to herself, half to Rebecca, who was standing a few paces away.

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Alexandra nodded toward her, who was now wrapped in Lando’s arms, their heads close together as they whispered something to each other. "Her," Alexandra said, bitterness creeping into her tone. "She’s just… everywhere. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger. Look at Lando—he’s obsessed with her and then there’s the Lilys, always around her too. It’s like… the entire paddock just revolves around her."

Rebecca snorted, a sound that was more dismissive than anything else. "Right? And don’t even get me started on how they act around her. It’s like… she’s their golden girl or something. When’s the last time you saw a driver act like that with us? I can’t even remember the last time Carlos did anything remotely close to that in public."

Alexandra's eyes flickered to the side, where Lando stood with his arms crossed, talking to Pierre. He wasn’t touching her, wasn’t even looking her way. For the briefest moment, she felt the sting of that distance. It wasn’t anything new, but seeing Lando and her so effortlessly affectionate only highlighted it more.

"We should try that," Rebecca muttered, though there was no real enthusiasm in her voice. "You know, public displays of affection. Maybe they'd wake up and realize we’re here, too."

Alexandra shook her head. "It’s not just that. It’s the way everyone loves her. It’s like they can’t help themselves and not just the drivers—fans too. Have you seen how they go on about her on social media? She’s everywhere."

Rebecca’s lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced over at her again, catching her laughing with Lando. Her jealousy was palpable, but she wasn’t about to admit it out loud. "She’s not even that special. I mean, come on. What makes her so great?"

Alexandra shrugged, her eyes still locked on her and Lando. "I don’t know. It’s like she’s this perfect little package—smart, pretty, always so bubbly, and then Lando just makes it worse by acting like she’s his world. No one else has it like that."

Rebecca let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "It’s so over the top. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to prove something."

They both watched as Lando whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle and swat at his arm. The way she responded—it wasn’t just affection; it was an ease, a comfort that was so natural, it made everything else around them seem almost forced.

Alexandra's fingers curled into her arms, and she bit her lip. "I don’t think I’ll ever understand it."

Rebecca’s gaze turned to her once again, and she couldn’t deny the envy that bubbled up inside her. It wasn’t just about the PDA—it was about everything. She had somehow become the center of it all, and it made her want to scream.

"I hate how they just... have it. They’re the couple everyone roots for, and we’re just… us."

Alexandra tilted her head toward her friend, noting the tone in her voice. "You think we could be that? Like, with our boyfriends?"

Rebecca considered it for a moment, her jaw tightening. "I don’t know. Maybe we’re just not as... perfect as she is."

A silence fell over them, thick and unspoken, both women lost in their own thoughts. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was frustration. The attention she seemed to effortlessly attract, the love she garnered without even trying, was a sharp reminder of their own struggles in relationships, of the distance they felt from the men they loved.

Meanwhile, she was completely unaware of the undercurrents brewing around her. Her attention was fixed solely on Lando, the way his fingers lightly traced over her hand, how his eyes sparkled when they met hers. It was like they were in their own little world, and for a brief moment, nothing else seemed to matter. 

The Lilys were nearby, laughing and sharing some inside joke they all had together, their connection obvious. Everyone was captivated by her, and it was as if nothing could break the siren spell she had cast over the entire grid.

Lando leaned down, whispering something else in her ear. She blushed, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The intimacy between them was so apparent, so natural, that it almost felt like everyone else had faded into the background. Their connection wasn’t just public—it was inescapable, unavoidable.

She smiled, blissfully content in her little bubble, unaware that for some, her happiness was the very thing they longed for.

Rebecca glanced sideways at Alexandra again, her voice low but laced with frustration. "Do you think she knows? How much do they all... love her?"

Alexandra’s voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "I don’t know. She probably doesn’t even realize how much it affects us. How it feels like we’re invisible sometimes."

"Right," Rebecca agreed. "Like we’re just... not enough."

Lando and her casual affection didn’t go unnoticed by others. Even in the rare moments when they weren’t physically touching, there was an undeniable pull between them. A few drivers who were in earshot exchanged knowing glances, but the attention they received didn’t seem to faze Lando. He was completely immersed in her, and she, in turn, was absorbed in him.

As the race preparations continued, Alexandra and Rebecca found themselves watching, more entranced by the affection between Lando and her than they’d like to admit. The jealousy wasn’t just about public displays—it was the constant reminder that their own relationships never quite measured up. The way Lando made her feel seen, adored, cherished—none of them had ever felt that way in the same way.

Alexandra sighed and straightened, breaking the silence. "I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to be jealous of her but I can’t help it."

Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, her gaze still fixed on the couple in front of them. It was a deep, quiet pain that neither of them had been able to shake off since they’d first noticed how much attention she attracted. They weren’t just jealous of her relationship—they were jealous of the ease with which she made it all look.

"Do you think we could ever be like them?" Alexandra asked, her voice low, tinged with both hope and uncertainty.

Rebecca shifted on the bench, crossing her arms. "What do you mean? You mean... them? PDA-ing everywhere and making everyone uncomfortable?"

Alexandra bit her lip, glancing over at the couple. "Not exactly but... you know. The way they are with each other. They make everyone around them feel like they’re the only two people in the world. It just... it feels real, right?"

Rebecca looked skeptical, her brow furrowing as she glanced at her boyfriend, Carlos Sainz, who was deep in conversation with a few other drivers. "Maybe, but I don’t think we could do that. It’s not... us. Besides, our boyfriends don’t act like Lando. You know how Carlos is—he’s always so reserved. I mean he’s goofy but still reserved."

Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting toward Charles Leclerc, who was at the other end of the paddock, talking to a few mechanics. She tried to imagine them in the same scenario—Lando and her, so open and carefree and then Charles, who kept his emotions locked tight behind a mask of calm.

"Yeah, I know but that doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I mean, we’re always playing the cool, collected girlfriend act. Maybe it’s time for a change."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You want us to try and do what they’re doing? Be all touchy-feely and PDA-y, like we’ve got something to prove?"

Alexandra’s voice softened as she thought about it, her gaze lingering on Charles, who was now smiling at something one of the engineers had said. "I just... I want to feel seen. Like they do. Lando makes it so obvious how much he loves her. And I know that’s not everything, but sometimes I wish Charles would do more. He’s... distant, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s because I’m not enough."

Rebecca’s lips pressed together. She had the same insecurities but wasn’t quite ready to admit them aloud. "I know what you mean. All Carlos does is hold my hand to walk me through the paddock, sometimes not at all. I feel like I’m just a trophy girlfriend to him when we’re at the track but when he’s with the other drivers, it’s like he’s a completely different person."

There was a pause, both women lost in their thoughts. They both knew their boyfriends loved them in their own way but there was something about the attention and affection Lando and her shared that felt so undeniable, so effortless, and it made them feel as though their relationships were somehow lacking.

Alexandra stood up abruptly. "You know what? Let’s just do it. Let’s go over there, act like we mean it, and see how they respond. We need to show them we can be just as affectionate. We’ll be the ones everyone talks about."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of frustration and longing was enough to push her forward. "Alright. Let’s try it."

They approached Carlos and Charles, who were now standing together near a quiet corner of the paddock. The sight of them standing side by side made Alexandra and Rebecca feel a little more confident. If they could just find the courage to replicate what they had seen in her and Lando’s relationship, they might finally feel seen.

"Hey," Alexandra said, her voice just a little too high-pitched as she approached Charles. She leaned in, placing a hand on his shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Charles gave her a small smile but didn’t move, his posture still stiff. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah," Alexandra replied, forcing a smile. "I just thought... maybe we could have a little more fun today. You know, like, just let go a little. It’s not all about the race, right?"

Before Charles could respond, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. The move was clumsy, too forced, and Charles immediately stiffened under her touch. He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable.

"Alex, baby," he began, his voice hesitant. "What are you doing?"

"Just... you know, being affectionate," she said quickly, trying to make it sound casual. "Lando and Y/n do it all the time."

Charles’s eyes flickered to Lando and her, who were now in the midst of another affectionate exchange. He looked back at Alexandra, a little unsure of what to do next.

"I don’t think that’s really... necessary," he said, his tone soft but firm. "I’m not... I’m not really into all that PDA. You know that."

Alexandra’s smile faltered as she tried to read his expression. "But don’t you want to show people we’re together? Like... like them?"

Charles ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape. "We don’t need to prove anything to anyone, Alex. I’m with you. That’s enough."

Alexandra felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, trying to show more affection would change something, but it only seemed to make Charles pull further away.

Meanwhile, Rebecca had attempted the same with Carlos, trying to get him to wrap an arm around her waist. But Carlos, too, had stiffened under her touch. "Rebecca, I don’t think this is a good idea," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a little hesitant. "You know I’m not a big fan of doing this in public."

"But why not?" Rebecca asked, almost desperate. "Why can’t we just act like we’re in love the way Lando and Y/n do? Why does it have to be so complicated?"

Carlos looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the attention they were starting to gather. "We’re in a race paddock, Rebecca. We don’t need to put on a show."

The words hit harder than she expected. It wasn’t that Carlos didn’t love her; she knew he did. But the kind of affection she craved—the public displays, the hand-holding, the constant reassurance—was something he couldn’t give her. Not in the way she needed.

Both Alexandra and Rebecca pulled away, feeling the weight of their failed attempts to recreate something they had seen in her relationship. It wasn’t that they wanted to be them; it was just that they wanted to feel loved—seen and acknowledged in the same way.

They stood in silence for a few moments, the awkwardness between them thickening, as they realized that maybe their relationships just weren’t built the same way as theirs was.

"I guess... I guess some things just aren’t meant to be forced," Alexandra muttered, her voice soft.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah. I guess."

The words were left hanging in the air as they turned to walk away, each woman reflecting on the differences in their relationships. Despite their insecurities, they knew deep down that love didn’t always look the same. But for just a moment, the girls couldn’t help but wish for love that was as obvious as the one her and Lando shared.

Once the race was over, the usual post-race celebrations had begun to wind down. The paddock was buzzing with the energy of success and disappointment, but for Alexandra and Rebecca, there was a quiet weight that hung between them. They had both tried to force something that wasn’t there, and now they found themselves standing in the shadows of the team garages, the crowd around them a world away.

Alexandra leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, her eyes cast downward. She had hoped that showing more affection would somehow change things, but it had only made her feel worse. The uncomfortable silence that followed her attempt at PDA with Charles lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she was the one in the wrong. Maybe she had expected too much.

Rebecca stood beside her, arms folded tightly across her chest as if she were protecting herself. The tension in her posture mirrored Alexandra’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"You know," Alexandra finally said, breaking the silence, her voice low and hesitant, "I thought I could change things. I thought... if I just showed Charles that I wanted more of what her and Lando have, things would feel different. But now it just feels... forced. Like I’m trying too hard."

Rebecca didn’t look at her, but she could hear the vulnerability in her friend’s voice. It made her realize that she had been holding onto her own feelings for far too long.

"I get it," Rebecca said softly. "I tried to do the same with Carlos. I thought maybe if I was more like them, more open, more... affectionate, he’d finally see me the way I want him to. But all I got was awkwardness." She exhaled sharply, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I feel like I’m invisible when I’m around him sometimes. Like I’m just... there. But not really there, you know?"

Alexandra nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of the unspoken emotions she had kept hidden. "Yeah. I feel the same way with Charles. He’s so distant. I know he loves me, but I just want him to show it more. To... want to show it. I want to feel special. But when I try to get close, it’s like I’m pushing him away."

Rebecca shifted uncomfortably, finally turning to face her friend. "It’s not like I’m asking Carlos to be Lando, but... sometimes I just want to know he cares. I want him to make me feel... wanted. But it always feels like he’s holding back. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."

Alexandra looked at her, her heart aching with empathy. "You’re not doing anything wrong, Rebecca. I think... maybe we’ve been measuring our relationships against something else—against her and Lando, against what everyone else seems to have. But... maybe what we have isn’t supposed to look like theirs."

The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Alexandra felt the tension begin to loosen in her chest. "I just wanted to be seen, you know? Like... really seen. Not just as the girlfriend, but as someone who matters to them, the way they matter to us."

Rebecca let out a quiet breath, a mixture of relief and sadness. "I think we all want that. But maybe we’re looking for it in the wrong places. Maybe Charles and Carlos... they show us they care in ways we don’t always notice because we’re too busy looking for something else. Something we think we need."

Alexandra sighed, her eyes drifting to the empty space around them. "It’s hard. Especially when you see what Lando and her have. They just... make it look so easy. So perfect. And it makes you wonder if you’re just not enough. If maybe they’re right to be so out there, but maybe we just need something more... personal. More quiet."

Rebecca thought for a moment, her gaze now fixed on the ground. "Yeah. I don’t need Carlos to be Lando, and I don’t need Charles to be that way either. I think I just need them to show me... in their own way... that I’m not invisible. That I matter. Even if it’s not perfect like them."

"Exactly," Alexandra said quietly. "We just need to stop comparing our relationships to theirs. It’s not fair to anyone. Not to them, and not to us."

They started walking through the paddock in silence.

"You think they know how much they’ve made us feel this way?" Rebecca asked, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.

Alexandra shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I don’t think they have a clue."

Rebecca laughed, a sound that was light and free, a welcome release from the tension that had built up over the past few days. "Well, I’m glad I'm not the only one who feels like this," she said with a wink. "Maybe it’s time to stop trying to be something we’re not. And maybe we can just... be with them the way we are. No forced PDA. No comparisons."

Alexandra smiled fully now, the weight lifting from her chest as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah. No more pretending. Let’s just... be us. And if they love us, it’s going to be enough."

Rebecca placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You know, I think we’re going to be okay."

"Yeah," Alexandra replied, her voice firm with newfound conviction. "We will be."

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NO HATE TO ALEXANDRA OR REBECCA. This is strictly fictional

[fourtyforever]

just thought about Cadillac saying they want an american driver + an experienced driver and even though I knowwwww it’s probably never going to happen I was suddenly laid out by the thought of a daniel ricciardo x logan sargeant duo…….somebody hold me back cause I might kill to get this

[maxlarens]

ok so i had an idea for the rb photographer fic if you're up for it

first of all im like in love w ur fics i love em all

and nextly, listen to this..

charles isn't single but manwhore carlos probably is?

he flirts w our photographer and makes max jealous?? roped in by danny ofc to get them together?? what do you think??

anyway have a great day! <33333

UM OKAY THANK YOU! max x rbphotographer!reader are literally everything to me and i am SOO thrilled to have gotten this request. very in character for daniel to get everyone involved in scheming even tho max has told him not to😭 love it so much😇😇 hope u enjoy and i am SOOOO sorry this took so long xx

MV: tonight (i wish i was your boy)

pairing(s): max verstappen x redbull photographer!reader

word count: 1.9k+

Max likes to think he’s not a jealous person.

Max likes to think that— but it doesn’t mean it’s true. Daniel would and has, argued that Max is an abnormally jealous person. In the sense that Max doesn’t like to share. Doesn’t like other people playing with his toys. Not that he thinks of you (or Daniel) as his toy— that’s absurd. He’s a jealous person, not some territorial asshole with an anger problem. (Okay, sometimes he has an anger problem. He’s been working on it. It hardly crops up anymore, but he’s not territorial).

He is, again, bad at sharing, and also uniquely used to getting what he wants.

It’s not because he’s got a crush on you. Despite what Daniel would like to assume. It’s just that you’re meant to be his friend. You’re here with him, because of him. He’s meant to be able to hover around you all night, getting carried away as he tries to explain something meaningless while you give him that half-grin that you don’t even realise you’re doing most of the time. He’s the one who’s supposed to be putting his hand on your back, and leaning in to ask if you’d like another drink—

Not Carlos.

Definitely not Carlos.

(Well, at least it’s not Charles).

Instead, Max is standing next to an overeager Lando at the DJ deck, gripping his drink so hard that he’s mildly concerned the glass will shatter to pieces in his hand. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea to get your attention. Maybe if that happens you’ll stop looking at Carlos Sainz Jr with big googly eyes and you’ll come nurse his hand or whatever it is you’re supposed to do in pathetic little fantasies like the one he’s entertaining. You’re not really the nursing type though, you’re more prone to start freaking out and calling everyone on the Red Bull team to tell them that Max has irreparably damaged his hand.

Max stops entertaining that particular fantasy.

Daniel’s not here, he’s gone home to Australia for a few weeks and skipped out on this weird little grid (+ friends) party that Charles is throwing. This is good and this is bad for Max. On one hand Daniel is not here to rib him about his half-admitted crush on you, on the other hand Daniel is not here to distract him from his half-admitted crush on you. There’s Lando of course, who can be just as good in the distraction department, but it’s not quite the same. 

Lando doesn’t quite know about the raging crush, which is probably for the better. He’s been around when Lando’s tried to set up Oscar before and that was an absolute unmitigated disaster.

“Hey man,” speaking of Oscar, “You good?”

Max frowns and then half turns to look at Oscar who’s now hovering next to Lando with a fruity little drink in hand, “Yeah mate,” he answers, confused.

Oscar gets this weird little micro expression on his face that Max wouldn’t usually take any note of— his forehead creases, he raises a disbelieving eyebrow— but the skepticism grates at Max a little, leaves him wondering.

“Why?”, he caves.

Oscar shakes his head, shrugs, “You're kind of staring down Carlos."

Max's mouth falls open, just a little. He is not. His eyes flit to Lando unconsciously for confirmation before he has a chance to defend himself against what are frankly untrue allegations from Oscar. But Lando is already shrugging, making a face that says he has been.

Fuck. Max frowns. And doesn't say anything.

Better to stay quiet and look moody than to admit anything to these two. Total menaces. Well, no that's Lando. Oscar might be helpful. Still, Max isn't going to admit anything. Daniel and apparently Charles knowing about it is more than enough.

Their hushed conversation behind him fades into the background as Max turns again to look at you and Carlos— and alright he gets it now. There's definitely a different kind of set to his jaw, a scowl on his lips as he watches Carlos put his hand on your shoulder.

There is something in his gut. Something sick. The feeling he gets when he's on track and the car starts sliding, the wheels locking up. When hears the va-rum of a car go by, sees something that isn't wide open space in front of him. Something like panic starts to climb up his throat. He knows he shouldn't be this bothered by you and another person, but he can't get rid of this voice in the back of his head that says you might like Carlos more than him. That you might stop hanging around Max, texting him at all hours of the day with photos of your food or random questions, waiting for him in the garage after sessions and not just because you've got to take pictures of him, and going out for food on 'friend dates' as you've taken to calling them.

If you and Carlos... okay no, Max doesn't even want to think about it.

He starts walking over, trying to smooth his face into something less intimidating as he goes. He turns it into a strained, mouth-closed smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He directs it at Carlos.

There's a glint in Carlos' eyes that Max doesn't like the look of.

"Hi Max," he says, flashing his white teeth, he gestures to you, "I was just getting to know your lovely friend here."

Alright. Max understands instantly. This has Daniel's name written all fucking over it. Max's fake smile falls, turning into a flat look that he levels at Carlos. He's trying not to scowl because he doesn't want you to catch on to anything, but it's not easy. His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, he doesn't care if it's the middle of the night in Australia right now, he's itching to call Danny and ask him what the fuck he is thinking pulling something like this from 14,000 kilometers away?

"Mm," Max hums, unimpressed, unable to fake pleasantries even for your sake, "Great."

You look at him, eyebrows raised a little incredulously at his tone. There's slight amusement there too, he thinks, as he returns your look. You squint a little, as if to say, don't give me that look, Max Verstappen. He can feel himself smiling, the corner of his mouth lifting with ease even though the object of his anger still has his stupid hand on your shoulder.

He can't help himself when he reaches for your elbow, asks, "D'you wanna get a drink?"

You bite down on the edge of your smile, "Sure, Maxie."

You turn and say something to Carlos that he doesn't listen to. Partly because he doesn't care, partly because the sound of you saying Maxie is playing on a loop in his head, like it always does whenever you use the nickname. Which is more often than not. God, he loves it. Maxie Maxie Maxie. It sounds so syrupy sweet coming from your mouth. Smothered in affection. You're the only person, bar his mum and sister that he lets use it. Daniel sometimes, but Daniel would say it regardless, the menace that he is.

"Max," you say, hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing back and forth there, "Where'd you go?"

Max blinks. Carlos is gone now.

"Hm, no, nowhere," you frown, so he says, "Just a bit tired."

This seems to satisfy you. You slip an arm into the crook of his, linking them together as you tug him to the bar. You order him a G&T and yourself a glass of wine before the two of you head out onto the balcony where it's far quieter. Less people, less chatter. Max prefers it like this, with no one there to get in the way of your attention on him, his on you. He thinks you prefer it too.

He hopes you do at least.

You sip your wine, Max’s eyes linger on the line of your neck, the way your fingers curl around the glass, how your eyes glitter in the early afternoon sun.

“What was that earlier?”, you gesture inside, raising your eyebrows again, “With Carlos?”

Max laughs nervously without meaning to, “Uh, what do you mean?”

The ‘something sick’ is back in his gut again. He hopes you buy his nonchalance, but doesn’t feel confident you will. You know him too well. That’s his fault.

You sigh, “I mean the dick measuring contest, Maxie.”

Maxie. Maxie.

Then he finally registers your words around the loop of your voice in his head, he guffaws, almost choking on his drink, “The dick measuring contest!?”

“Yes,” you hiss, leaning forward on your stool, “Yes, Max. I’m not an idiot, you were getting territorial.”

Max blinks. Max feels red creeping up his neck. Max feels butterflies and maybe a chainsaw in his stomach.

“Wha—”, he tries again, “I—”

His mouth doesn’t appear to be working. Maybe because he’s not sure what on earth he’s supposed to say. What do you even mean? Are you trying to say that you know he was jealous of Carlos? That you know he has feelings for you? Or are you just referencing the fact that he’s weirdly territorial of his friends sometimes? What is he supposed to say in response to any of it? He can’t figure it out for the life of him.

Then you’re blushing you’re blushing and you’re saying, “You don’t have to worry, Max. You’re my favourite person here.”

Okay, alright, what the fuck does that mean? God. Max hates this. If you were any other girl he’d have asked you out literally years ago. But because you’re you and you’re his best friend besides Daniel, he can’t ask you out. He has to smother his feelings into something platonic because he cannot bear the idea of losing you.

Despite his better judgment telling him not to, Max asks, “Really?”

You hum, “Really, really.”

It happens in slow motion, it must. Or at least that’s how Max replays it in his head every night before he goes to sleep. You reach forward and put your hand over his, fingers on his wrist, thumb drawing a pattern on his upturned palm.

Then you say, in a way that he can’t figure out for the life of him, “Love you, Maxie.”

Chills run down the length of his spine, that chainsaw starts up again in his stomach. Love you, Maxie. He feels sick— like he might word vomit the entirety of his feelings for you right there and then. Instead, he forces himself to smile. Closed-mouth, eyes crinkled.

“Mm, yeah, love you,” he says back, his voice cracking as he tries to make it sound normal and platonic and not wracked with nerves.

You smile, warm, beaming and showing your teeth, like he’s made your day infinitely better by just saying those words. As if you’ve not just made his stomach churn and his heart take leaps and bounds in his chest. As if he’s not going to think about the way you’d said it every second of every day. As if he won’t dream of you saying it in every other context imaginable.

You pat his hand twice, then pull it back to take hold of your drink again. Smiling as if you’ve not ruined him for anyone else for good.

[its-avalon-08]

max, jealous trope, ferrari driver, she is laughing with carlos

grumpy lover boy (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader

✦ genre - jealousy, playfulness, fluff

(i adore this man so much, im dying)

The paddock was alive with energy and excitement as fans and teams buzzed about, preparing for the upcoming race. Max Verstappen stood by Red Bull's garage, his eyes scanning the crowd. He caught sight of his girlfriend, Y/N, across the way at Ferrari's setup, chatting animatedly with her teammates, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.

Max and Y/N had kept their relationship a secret from the public eye, preferring to avoid the added pressure and media scrutiny. It wasn't easy, especially with both of them being high-profile drivers, but they managed to make it work.

As Max watched, Carlos said something that made Y/N laugh—a genuine, hearty laugh that lit up her face. She playfully grabbed Carlos's hand in the midst of her laughter, and Max felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

He clenched his jaw, his mood instantly darkening. Daniel Ricciardo, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor, sidled up to him with a smirk.

As Max continued to watch Y/N laugh with Carlos and Charles, his grumpy demeanor grew more evident. Daniel couldn't resist poking fun at his friend.

"Mate, you're glaring so hard, I'm surprised the Ferrari garage isn't on fire," Daniel said with a chuckle, leaning casually against the wall beside Max.

Max grunted, not taking his eyes off Y/N. "She's just laughing at his joke. It's no big deal."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sure, no big deal. That's why you're standing here looking like someone just stole your lunch."

Max shot him a look. "I'm not… okay, maybe I am a little jealous. But can you blame me?"

Daniel laughed, clapping Max on the back. "Oh, I don't blame you. It's just funny seeing you all whipped. Never thought I'd see the day."

Max rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the small, begrudging smile. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

"Seriously, though," Daniel said, his tone softening a bit. "She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"

Max sighed, his gaze softening as he watched Y/N. "Yeah, she does. And I'm fine with that. Just wish I didn't have to watch her being all friendly with Carlos."

Daniel smirked. "Well, look on the bright side. At least it's Carlos and not someone like… I don't know, Lewis."

Max groaned at the thought. "Don't even joke about that, Dan."

Daniel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Relax, mate. She's yours, and everyone can see it—even if they don't know it."

Max nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. "Thanks, Dan."

"No problem," Daniel said with a wink. "Now, let's get back to work before you burn a hole through Carlos's head with that death stare of yours."

Max finally tore his gaze away from Y/N, shaking his head with a smirk. "Alright, alright. Let's go."

As they walked away, Max couldn't help but glance back one more time, feeling a mix of jealousy and adoration for the girl who had him completely and utterly whipped.

(jumping to carlos and y/n)

Carlos noticed Max's intense glare from across the paddock and shifted uncomfortably. He turned to Y/N with a concerned expression.

"Y/N, did I do something to upset Max?" Carlos asked, his eyes wide with worry.

Y/N followed his gaze and saw Max glaring at them, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. She laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, you didn't do anything, Carlos. He's just being a bit… overprotective."

Carlos let out a sigh of relief, though he still looked a bit uneasy. "Are you sure? Because he looks like he's ready to come over here and punch me."

Y/N chuckled, giving Carlos a reassuring pat on the arm. "Trust me, it's nothing. Max is just a little jealous, that's all. He'll get over it."

Carlos's worried expression softened into a smile. "You two are really cute together, you know that?"

Y/N blushed slightly, glancing over at Max who was still sulking. "Thanks, Carlos. It's not always easy, but we make it work."

Carlos grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know how you manage to keep it a secret with how obvious he is sometimes."

Y/N laughed again, the sound light and cheerful. "I guess we just have to be careful. But it's worth it."

Carlos nodded, giving her a supportive smile. "Well, if you ever need any help keeping the secret, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it," Y/N said, genuinely grateful for his understanding.

Carlos glanced over at Max once more, then back at Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe you should go over there and give him a little reassurance. Before he starts plotting my demise."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe I should."

As Y/N made her way over to Max, Carlos watched with a smile, glad to see his friend happy—even if it did mean occasionally dealing with a very grumpy and jealous Max Verstappen.

(cuteness incoming)

Y/N made her way across the paddock toward Max, her heart warming at the sight of his grumpy expression. She slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back.

"Hey, you," she said softly.

Max stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, and without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Y/N melted into the kiss, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck.

When they finally broke apart, Max rested his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he murmured.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on the back of his neck. "Feeling better now?"

Max huffed, his grumpy demeanor still lingering. "A bit. Just… don't like seeing you so close with Carlos."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You know there's nothing to worry about, right? It's just you and me."

Max sighed, his arms tightening around her. "I know. I just can't help it sometimes."

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with affection. She began peppering his face with soft kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips again. "There, all better?"

Max couldn't help but smile, the grumpiness slowly fading from his features. "Yeah, all better. You always know how to fix me."

She grinned, giving him one last kiss. "That's my job, isn't it? Besides, I like seeing you smile."

Max's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with love. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Max," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "Now, let's go back to work before Daniel makes even more fun of you."

Max chuckled, his mood considerably lighter. "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely."

Hand in hand, they walked back toward their respective garages, ready to face the rest of the race weekend together, their bond stronger than ever.

[maxillness]

🇦🇺 || Day 9: Marking Up || DR3 x gf!reader

Warnings: not much beside jealous!reader and slight PDA Wordcount: 0.2k

He knew. Daniel knew that his girlfriend were the jealous type, so why did he keep talking to women in the paddock?

She was kinda stood to the side while he were talking to the women, trying to keep her jealousy down, but failed

She walked over to him, taking his wrist and dragged him in between to hospitalities, pushing him against the wall, her lips immediately on his neck

"Baby- what are you doing?" He asked softly, his hands on her hips, squeezing her slightly

"I can't stand around, watching women flirt with you, when you're mind, so i'm gonna show people you're taken" She explained before sucking rather harshly onto his pulse point, making him whine softly, his eyes closing

"You know i'm yours, baby" He choked out as she continued to suck on his neck in other places

"Mhm, i know, but i want other people to know as well" She squeezed his waist slightly as she leaned back to look at him "Should be prominent in a few minutes" She smiled proudly, her thumb wiping away her spit

"I'm not gonna hear the end of it from Max, you know that, right?" He panted slightly, pulling her slightly closer again

"Like you haven't caught him with a hickey or two from time to time" She chuckled slightly, leaning in to kiss him softly, still holding onto his waist "Come on, go back to your fans" She chuckled slightly, pulling him away from the wall

"You're a mad woman" He chuckled, but started walking with her hand in his, their finger locked together

[lovingperfectionsblog]

For What It's Worth - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The frenchman and Max’s woman

Max Verstappen x Reader. 

Chapter Summary: The next step in the plan begins. 

Warnings: Swearing and, a shitty Max. (also a slight reference to dating the reader being a game). 

Word Count: 1095.

Author's Note: This is a short chapter, but I really hope you guys like it. At the moment this is the capacity I have but it is feeling good to write again! I can’t wait to hear what you guys think! <3 

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“So, who do we think should be the one to make her believe they sent the flowers?” Lando casually leaned against the wall next to Daniel, Carlos standing in front of the two of them, all three pretending that this wasn’t the most important conversation they could be having right now. 

“Charles?” Both Lando and Carlos swung their heads towards Daniel after that nonchalant suggestion. A silence grew as Landos grin grew alongside it and before long both him and Carlos were in a fit of giggles as Daniel could do nothing but stand there, looking more and more annoyed at the increasing laughter. 

The suggestion was a good one in his opinion, so he didn’t entirely understand the ridicule. 

“You want to use Charles to make Max jealous?” The question flittered out between the laughs, only causing Daniel more frustration at his lack of understanding. 

“Max will kill him.” Carlos has finally 

“Max is not going to kill Charles.” The laughter only increased. 

“It will be in a race. The one mistake Max ever made, and it will look convincing, but Max will kill Charles if he even looks in her direction.” Lando eventually explained once the laughter had died down. 

Daniel felt concerned at the absolute conviction that Lando had explained this, like it wasn’t the first time he had ever heard it before. 

“Charles once flirted with her in Monaco.” Carlos had filled in the gap for Daniel, 

“Could it even be classified as flirting? It was more like, he was simply nice to her” Lando interjected. 

“Exactly, all he did was be nice to her really, next race, both Max and Charles went out from that massive crash. Nearly  sent them both to the hospital. “ Daniel looked on stunned, there was no way that accident was on purpose, was it? 

“Can’t use Charles mate, trust me. Pick someone else.” Lando refused to put Charles in any kind of danger and you and Max getting together was not worth that level of drama. If you went up to him and flirted, then that was on you, but they were not about to try and convince Charles to get you to believe anything. 

“What about Pierre?” Daniel had been wracking his brain about just who could pull this off and Pierre was seeming like a really good option. 

Lando and Carlos mulled the option over, and the more they thought about it, the more realistic it sounded in their head. He was good looking, french, but not someone Max would feel particularly intimidated by. Actually, Pierre seemed like an excellent option. 

“Pierre it is. Who's gonna speak to him?” 

The question was ignored as the next one filtered through from the very unwanted participant. 

“Are you debating who is going to call me a dick?” Max shuffled into the circle, his way of an apology to all involved. 

“I’m thinking of words a hell of a lot stronger than that.” Lando was still livid at his friend's behaviour towards you, from the very start of this all. He had done nothing but mess you around and play with your feelings and slowly but surely he was becoming more and more of a villain in Landos eyes. 

In all their eyes. 

“I deserve that.” Max shifted from one foot to the other, hoping one of them would hurl out any form of abuse, anything other than the awkward tension that hung in between the four men. 

“So who's the next guy on her list?” Max had completely forgotten about the list. Were you even going to carry on with it? There was no way you could move forward with this? Maybe the only positive of him being an absolute dick to you about everything was the fact that maybe, just maybe, you’d drop the list. 

“I am pretty sure it is about to be Pierre.” Max had completely missed the look all three men had given each other. A silent conversation between just them. Lando had questioned Daniel about how he had known that the next one would be Pierre, the man they had just decided on your behalf and Daniel had indicated back that he had it under control. 

He hoped he had, but surely you’d take his advice. 

God he hoped you hadn’t given up just yet. 

“Pierre? You’re sure about that?” He was currently the best driver in the world, he had the best car, the best team, he best fans, the best of absolutely everything, and the mention of you actively pursuing Pierre of all goddamn people, the one man who he knows would not hold back, it made him finally feel like he had nothing. Everything he had worked this hard for was now worth none of it because he had officially lost you. 

“Dead sure, should probably go and find him to warn him.” Daniel couldn’t help but notice how adrift Max suddenly seemed. He watched as the blood drained from his face. He almost thought he saw Max give up, but there is no way he would. Max didn’t even know how to give up. Let alone give up where it came to you. 

“She’s smart, she would never go for him.” It was the last thing Max offered up before he walked away, shoulders slumped, head down, dejected. He had hoped he would have been reprimanded, told how shit he is, hoped they’d help him fix this. Instead, he was forced to realize that he lost absolutely everything that could ever mean anything to him. In the space of 10 minutes he had completely lost you. 

To goddamn Pierre. How was he competing with the frenchman? To the Frenchman that hated him no less. 

Daniel, Lando and Carlos only watched him walk away for a moment longer and then we’re instantly huddled together again. 

“Lando, you run and explain to Pierre, you explain absolutely everything from start to finish. Tell him to expect her later today and we will see him this evening. Me and Carlos are going to see y/n. Got it?” The orders were barked out at lightning speed before Daniel was dragging Carlos away in an attempt to find you. 

“WAIT!” Lando looked bewildered at all of the information that had been passed on to him, “What exactly am I telling Pierre, like before we see him this evening and explain it all to him?” 

A smug look creeped across Daniels face as he thought about the chaos that was about to ensue. 

“Tell him that she’s fair game.” 

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[auroraharper]

Fanfic fiasco - Maxiel

Summary:

After successfully reuniting Charles and Carlos through an accidental fanfic leak, Kimi, Ollie, and Isack set their sights on their next broken pairing: Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo.

“Alright, gremlins,” Oliver says, kicking the hotel door shut behind him with the dramatic flair of a man about to launch a war plan. “Charles and Carlos are back together.”

“Confirmed,” Kimi replies, munching on Pringles. “Saw them holding hands in the Ferrari hospitality like teenage lovers who just survived a breakup montage.”

“Charles kissed Carlos on the helmet,” Isack adds. “In front of media. That’s like... fanfic endgame level.”

They all pause in reverent silence.

Then Oliver grins.

“Time to bring back the next power duo.”

Isack gasps. “You mean—?”

Oliver nods solemnly. “Maxiel.”

Kimi pulls out his laptop. “Give me ten minutes and a Google Doc.”

Chapter Two: Plot, Pining, and Poor Decisions

The title is “Red Flags & Red Bull”, and it is already spiraling into greatness.

They open with Daniel’s 2023 return. Canon-compliant for exactly three paragraphs before they start sneaking in feelings.

Kimi types:

Daniel watches Max from the corner of the Red Bull motorhome. Max doesn’t smile at anyone else like that—sharp, small, like he’s hiding it. Like it’s for him alone.

Ollie leans over. “Should we make Max jealous?”

Isack throws his hands up. “YES. Let’s make him spiral when Daniel hugs Lando.”

So they write a full scene where Daniel and Lando laugh over coffee and Max has an internal monologue that reads like a Taylor Swift song.

Then comes the towel scene.

Isack insists it’s necessary for emotional tension. Oliver demands there be eye contact and chest freckles. Kimi adds in a line about Daniel saying “You’re staring, mate” and Max just mumbling “Sorry.”

Then a silence.

A long, emotionally repressed silence.

Followed by:

“You never looked at me like that before.”

Oliver throws his pencil across the room. “WHY AM I FEELING THINGS.”

Kimi just keeps typing.

…………………………………

11:47PM. Empty pizza boxes. Whiteboard. Three gremlins in pajamas.

Oliver, arms crossed: “Okay, listen. If we want people to believe Max is in love with Daniel, we need a moment.”

Isack: “A devastating moment.”

Kimi, scribbling something on the whiteboard under Chapter 5 – Emotional Collapse:

“MAX CRIES. IN THE RAIN. WHILE DANIEL LEAVES.”

Oliver: “But like... not just sad rain. It has to symbolize something.”

Isack: “Like... the rain is cleansing his emotional repression.”

Oliver, teary: “Or it's hiding his tears.”

Kimi, cackling: “Yes. And Max says something super dramatic like—‘You’re still the only DNF I regret.’”

Isack drops his juice box. “STOP. THAT’S ILLEGAL.”

Oliver, literally pacing now: “Okay but how do we get them close again? We need proximity. Heat. Tension. Maybe... one hotel bed?”

Kimi: “Overdone. We do a spa day team bonding thing.”

Isack: “Daniel in a sauna. Shirtless. Max short-circuits.”

Oliver, gasping: “AND he says something dumb like ‘Hot in here, huh?’ and Daniel just goes ‘Yeah. Or maybe that’s just you.’”

Everyone: screaming into pillows

Whiteboard Now Reads:

🌶️ Chapter 3 – Spa AU 🛏️ Chapter 6 – There Was Only One Bed (But Make It Platonic Until It Isn’t) 😭 Chapter 7 – The Almost Confession ✈️ Chapter 8 – Airport Goodbye (feat. Max sprinting through security) 💋 Chapter 9 – Monaco Balcony Kiss 🍼 Chapter 10 – Optional Baby AU (Daniel + Max + tiny helmet)

Isack, very seriously: “We need to work on Max’s inner monologue. He needs to be a little... pathetic.”

Oliver, nodding: “Yeah. Like... he stares at Daniel’s Instagram at 2am and overthinks a heart emoji.”

Kimi: “He watches Drive to Survive to hear Daniel laugh.”

Oliver, wiping his eyes: “He’s just like me for real.”

Chapter Three: Chapter 7 (aka The Heartbreak Hotel)

The scene takes place in a hotel hallway. 2am. Post-race. Everything's too quiet. Max finds Daniel leaning against his door, jetlagged and half-smiling.

“I still remember Montreal,” Daniel says. “That day you laughed so hard you snorted Red Bull out your nose.”

“I remember you calling me your soulmate like it meant something.”

Max’s voice breaks. “It did.”

Cue slow burn tension and years of unresolved emotion exploding in one line:

“I would’ve stayed if you’d asked.”

And Max doesn't kiss him. Not yet.

He just says, quietly, "I never knew how."

The boys all sit there in stunned silence.

Isack wipes his face. “We’ve peaked. Emotionally. Spiritually.”

Oliver sniffles. “They’re just... two idiots who miss each other.”

Kimi: “We’re going to be so famous when this gets leaked.”

Oliver stares at him. “Wait. You didn’t password protect the doc?”

Kimi shrugs.

Chapter Four: The FIA Does Not Approve

It happens at Zandvoort.

Drivers walk into the meeting. The packets are handed out.

Max opens his copy.

Reads the first line:

“Max had never been kissed like that before—not by victory, not by adrenaline, and not by anyone who understood what it meant to leave.”

Max: “What the actual—”

Max freezes. “Wait. Is this about me and Daniel?”

Carlos, grinning: “Turn to Chapter 7. It’s the one where you say ‘I loved you since Montreal 2018.’”

Max, mortified: “I’VE NEVER SAID THAT—”

Daniel, who just walked in, reads one line and wheezes.

“You were my favorite race, Max. I just didn’t know how to finish you.”

Everyone: “OH MY GODDDDDDDDD”

Meanwhile, Kimi, Oliver and Isack? Sitting smug in the back with popcorn.

Daniel wipes a tear. “That’s… weirdly poetic.”

Max glares at him. “You like it?”

Daniel shrugs, smiling. “Maybe.”

Max blushes. BLUSHES.

Daniel: “Why am I in a towel on page four?!”

George is already LIVE on Twitch.

Lando: “Read chapter seven. You cry in chapter seven.”

Max: “I do not cry.”

Daniel, blinking at the paper: “You kinda do.”

And for the second time, Kimi, Oliver, and Isack watch as their fanfiction causes a literal breakdown in FIA order.

Max and Daniel leave the room—together.

No one knows what happens.

But that night, Daniel posts an Instagram story: blurry, smiling, Max’s shoulder in the frame, captioned:

“Chapter 8 in progress 😉”

Oliver collapses on the hotel bed.

“We’re too powerful.”

Isack, scrolling AO3: “We have five fanfics inspired by our fanfic already. One of them has 12k kudos.”

[on-softs]

36, maxiel:)

36. lifting the other one up

a coda to clothing of delight!

“It was just like—“ Danny’s voice strains as he tenses every muscle in his body, “— this.” 

Max makes this little noooo Daniel moan as Danny hoists him straight up, hands hiked under Max’s ass, jogging Max’s arms around his shoulders. They look absolutely silly. One middle aged dude picking up the other in the kitchen, sloppily. Danny can’t believe his utter dumb luck. Like the universe pushed him over the edge only to catch him by the scruff of his t-shirt at the very last second, just for fun. 

“Your back—“ Max quavers.

“Use your legs, help me out!” 

Max obediently wraps his legs around his hips. Danny tips them back as far as he can until he can scoot the edge of Max’s butt over the edge of the countertop. He's very heavy. Danny’s back says ‘thanks.’ 

“Oof,” he says. 

Max rests his forehead against the side of Danny’s cheek. “It’s impossible, Daniel. It couldn’t have been.”

“But it was, mate. I could pick you up without trying. Two of you.” It was the scariest moment of Danny’s life. But he hasn't been telling Max about that part, yet. For now, the meal they’ve just made— a scramble— is already eaten, plates sitting empty by Max’s hip. They have a full day of racquetball ahead of them, and maybe some time with friends in the evening. There is no Jos, today. Delicious. 

Max has been awfully quiet. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Danny asks, putting his nose in Max's hair. 

“Unfair, I think.” 

“What is?” 

“Small Max."

"Why?"

“Hm. There was so much of you to him. You would be so big.” 

Danny smiles at his husband who maybe likes being small. 

“Nothing to be jealous of, Maxy,” he says, leaning in to kiss his neck. “Nothing to be jealous of at all.” 

[chesirecatsmile]

I don’t know if you’re into this but I would love to read something about Max getting jealous of Josh when he picked up Daniel at Las Vegas. like he wasn’t able to be there or maybe about Lando’s visit to Perth

“hello?”

it’s late. past 2 in the morning late. max was rubbing his eyes in bed as he scrolled on twitter before daniel called, something he would never do usually. but he was tagged on a video of his almost-boyfriend and another man, and he is only human.

he watched daniel fall into josh's arms, wondered if he'd be able to pick him up like that, carry him. he thinks he definitely could.

“why are you up?” daniel says from the other side of the line, of the world. there’s a lazy smile in his voice. “hi.”

“you called.” max yawns again, “are you having fun?”

that’s not what he wants to say. daniel lets out a laugh before he answers, “i miss you,” he says.

max’s heart clenches. he readjusts in bed and throws the cover off himself, smiling out of habit. “yeah?” he drops his voice to a whisper even though he’s home alone.

“yeah.”

“what were you up to today?”

“launch was fine, got loads of pictures,” daniel says, his voice briefly tightened by the evidence of a full-bodied stretch. max imagines him spread out on a hotel bed, in only his underwear like he always is. “josh came over, too.”

jealousy rolls down max’s spine. daniel is good at getting that out of him, all smiles and brown eyes when he talks to someone. daniel likes getting that rise out of him.

max rolls his tongue along his teeth under his lip and sighs. “yeah?” he tries not to imagine daniel talking to the football player. daniel brushing shoulders with a handsome football player. daniel with that sweet smile when josh asks to come up to his room? continue this conversation in private? max licks his front teeth. “was that fun?”

daniel sniffs a chuckle. “yeah, he’s cool.”

cool, max chews on the edge of his lip. “is he, now?”

daniel takes a deep breath, max sits up slightly in bed, his hands sweaty.

“i miss you,” daniel breathes.

“yeah? how much?” max says. he manages a laugh that twists into a sigh. “should i tell you what i'm wearing?”

daniel hums. “why do i get the feeling that the answer is nothing?”

“smart.”

“tell me you miss me."

max bites gently on the tip of his tongue and holds it there. daniel’s breathing heaves, and max knows exactly what he is doing. he loves when max talks, talks like this.

“i miss you, daniel.”

“yeah.”

“miss you a lot.”

“tell me how much.”

jesus. max shuts his eyes for a moment and lets out a slow breath. imagines daniel’s hand on his length, his thighs spread and flexing.

“i had a dream about you last night,” max murmurs, running his finger along his own erection. daniel huffs out a soft gasp, seemingly catched by surprise.

“what kind of dream?”

“not a sexy one, perv.”

daniel chuckles, “tell me.”

max stares at the wall, “we were in saint-tropez”

“yeah?” his voice breaks the way it does when max is giving him head.

“it was my birthday, you were being nice to me.”

“i’m always nice.”

“you were making us drinks, dancing in the living room.”

daniel’s throat clicks as his breathing picks up. “what drinks?”

“don’t know.”

“shame.” daniel murmurs, low in his chest and warm.

daniel doesn’t last long as max describes his dream, going out to a party with people he doesn't know. he comes with a groan, sweet and desperate.

“jesus, daniel.”

“now we have to go to saint-tropez.”

daniel huffs a laugh that sounds like it takes over his whole body. max smiles against his shoulder, he’s too tired to ger himself off, but it’s the thought that counts. daniel takes a few more moments to catch his breath.

“pick me up at the airport,” he finally says.

“yeah? like you’re my girlfriend?”

a happy laugh comes out from daniel, “maybe you’re my girlfriend,” he says through the wide stretch of a yawn.

“we can both be the girlfriend.”

another soft groan floats across the line. “i like the sound of that.”

max leans sideways, pressing his temple against his cold pillow, and grins like a fucking idiot.

“as much as i’d love to go again, i can hear you're falling asleep.”

“goodnight, daniel.”

“sweet dreams.”

[onboardsorasora]

Mob Wife!Daniel Pt2? (Max POV)

truly, my lack of self control is my gift to all of you lmao @dancinginthestreet9 this one's for you bestie You can find the OG Post here and here

Daniel was beautiful. He was funny, charming and kind. Daniel was also Christian’s.

When he’d first been offered the job, Esteban had tried to warn him that Daniel was a diva and a hardass. But Max had a rule to never listen to anything Esteban had to say, and it's still held up to this day.

The first time it happened, Daniel had cornered Max in the study. He’d braced him against the wall and sucked his dick. Max was been riddled with anxiety for days after– he’d been pretty sure there was a hit already out on him.

Christian hadn’t said anything and Daniel had continued on like nothing happened. 

The first time they fucked, Daniel had begged for it. Daniel had stripped down to his brightly patterned jock and laid down on the bed. 

Max’s eyes widened when Daniel spread his legs and stroked the obscene bulge of his dick. He’d stared at Max with a challenging brow raised.

“You should put your clothes back on, maybe.” Max had suggested.

“You should fuck me.” Daniel had bargained instead. He’d flipped onto his hands and knees and arched his back, presenting his hole like the best strippers did. Max had idly wondered if Daniel had been a stripper.

“I think– no. It isn’t a good idea.”

“Your dick tastes so good, it felt amazing in my mouth, I need it in my cunt Maxy. please.” 

And Max was only a strong man when there was a gun in his hand. He’d fucked Daniel right there in the guest room, because Daniel didn’t want to disrespect his marriage bed. That guest room eventually became Max’s room after Daniel told Christian he needed Max closer at all times.

The argument over Max had been anticlimatic in Max’s opinion. 

“How long?” Christian leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. He looks annoyed. Daniel is sitting pissily on their bed, glaring off to the side. Swollen lips pouting. Christian had come home and caught them making out.

“Why bother ask when you know?” Daniel snarked back, he folded his arms as well. 

“Are you gonna stop?” Christian sounded like he was asking if they had weekend plans.

“Fuck no. You’re never here anymore, what am I supposed to do? Hump the bed until you get home?” Daniel looked furious. Max had always wondered about their dynamic, it was clear there was a different conversation being left unsaid. “At least I’m not hiding it.” Daniel snaps.

Christian clenches his jaw but nods and leaves the room. It happened more frequently after that, Max had essentially moved in. Christian eventually came home from whatever it was that had needed his attention. No one brought it up again, it was just a known thing.

Max always tried to be respectful, to not be too bold or overt with Daniel in his presence. He also didn’t get too jealous when Daniel went to Christian, because that was his husband and first love. 

So yeah, Daniel was Christian’s but he was also Max’s.

[onakomiyaki]

you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes. pt.1

pairing: daniel ricciardo/max verstappen

summary: max always love him. like a moth drawn to a flame. but he flew too close to the fire. the love that once felt like the warmth of the ray of golden sun burnt him, leaving a daniel-shaped-scar on his heart.

warning: angst, unedited, rushed, and some incorrect grammar.

inspired by this song and its meaning. fueled by 3 cans of redbull energy drinks at 3 a.m

i really need someone to be my beta reader fr.

he wasn't sure what to feel when he heard about the rumor that has been going around the paddock. daniel is leaving the team. he is going to leave him. and max feel empty, almost. he feels like he should be mad at daniel.

together forever, he promised him back then–when he still a young naive boy, messing around at the garage of the karting track with a dream of becoming what daniel is. a damn good driver.

and he is leaving now. alas, he still have faith that it was just a flying rumor, made by the engineers to amuse themselves. so he just brush it off.

but when horner gathered the team at milton keynes–just a week before the next grand prix to announce the departure of the beloved aussie by the end of the 2018 season–he fell silent.

max–who sat across daniel on the meeting room–watch the older man in disbelief. his eyes desperately trying to make contact with him.

talk to me, daniel.

but his eyes never meet him. instead, daniel's head hung low, eyes on the floor. then to horner, then to the staffs–roaming around the room but refuse to make contact with him.

and that make him furious. he just silently stand up, walking towards the exit door. horner watch in silent, holding his hand up to stop daniel who is about to follow max.

"he is not good with goodbyes, let the kid be."

but he didn't listen. instead just give horner a stern look before jolting out to chase the blue-eyed dutch.

"max, wait-"

"leave me alone daniel."

"max, please listen to me-"

"i don't want to hear it daniel."

"max i'm sorry-"

"i said leave me alone!"

daniel stop at his track, staring at max who just shout at him. the younger halting his walk also, shoulder hunching before crouching down. he dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing out.

"why?" he weakly ask, voice even more hoarser than usual.

max had never been good with goodbyes, thanks to his beloved father's unorthodox way of teaching him a valuable lesson back when he was a mere young child and his parent divorce.

the older man walk towards him, crouching beside him then ruffling his dirty blond hair. max–eyes blearing red, nose runny, and face turning as red as a tomato–turn his head to watch him. the tears stain on his cheeks glisten under the light that seeps through the tinted glass wall.

"because i have to." daniel simply said.

"what's wrong with staying here? is it not enough?"

"max, it is more than enough here. its just-"

"me? is it because of me?"

and daniel went silent, lips shut in thin line. his eyebrows knitted together, trying to hide the pain. his brown eyes lost his sparkle, masked with the sadness with a tint of jealousy. and max, notice that. he always notice the subtle changes on people's eyes. he knows when people were mad at him, or disappointed at him, or in this case, jealous of him by looking into their eyes.

so that's why daniel refuse to look at him. he is jealous of him.

daniel gently wipe the tears from max's cheeks, cradling his face with both of his hands carefully before touching their forehead together. max welcome his touch, leaning into him as both of his eyes closed and he let out a quiet sobs.

"it is me, max. never you." he said, pulling him into his warm embrace.

max buried his face on the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent as he's clutching his polo shirt like his life depend on it, afraid that he will disappear on him. god, he don't want him to go.

"i'm sorry daniel..." max said, mumbling into his shoulder.

daniel let out a small chuckle as he pat his back. he kissed his temple before letting go of the hug, once again cradling max face with such gentle touch as if max was a precious delicate diamond.

"how the hell you're a better driver and more mature than me, yet you are 8 years younger than me max? you beat me in every aspect in life at this point." daniel give him a big grin, showing his dimples to the pouting young man.

daniel put his right hand on top of max's head, brown irises met ocean-blue. he give him a reassuring smile when max–clearly still upset–didn't utter a word.

"max, i will stand with you. always. i'll watch every move you take. i'll be there at your wins or lost. i'll be there at your first world championship and many more i believe to come. i have my eyes on you, and i have no plan to take it away soon. together forever, right?" he continue, smiling at him.

max once again staring at him with quivering lips, searching for any lies in it. and when he didn't find it, he jumped into his arm, making the older man stumble back with a yelp but still catch him anyway.

"daniel?"

"yes, max?"

"i love you."

"i know, you can't resist a handsome bloke like me, maxie."

little did he know, max–underneath the gloomy sky of milton keynes, in his warm embrace–had confess to him.

max emillian verstappen, love him–daniel joseph ricciardo.

after the dramatic departure of daniel ricciardo, max had become a different person. people around him begun to notice the different vibe max is with daniel and without. he smile less now and keeping the conversation around him bare minimum. its just like his debut era once again, but worse.

and truth be told, the redbull racing team miss the loud ball full of energy aussie in the pit. pierre gasly is the driver who replace daniel ricciardo on the team for 2019 season. the shy soft-spoken frenchman can never fill the seat of daniel, max thought. and of course all the team share the same sentiment.

so when pierre introduce himself at max, the dutchmen just shot him with a half-hearted smile. pierre knew that the 22 years old still need time to adjust, so he is not offended by that. especially after daniel himself told him to just brace for the impact. he remember how the aussie describe max as a feisty cat.

"he will warm up to you after a while. let him come to you first, not the other way around."

and so, pierre just keep enough distance to keep max at bay, in case the dutchmen need his help or change his mind.

but even before max start to warm up to him, the redbull team decided to drop him from not performing well enough mid-season. max doesn't say anything.

then, came in a young talented driver from torro rosso, alexander albon, to avert the crisis. like pierre, daniel actually approach him and tell him to take his time with max. which alex responded that he'll be fine.

surprisingly max opened up immediately with the half-brit half-thai driver. their mutual hatred towards the marketing team bonded them in a way that pierre gasly couldn't do. that, and also the fact that alex ignore all the warnings from pierre and talk to max anyway.

"so you're telling me, that you are in love with ricciardo?" alex ask, pointing at max with his plastic fork.

"yeah... kinda?"

"but you only realize that you're in love with him after he left?"

"yes..."

alex let out a cackling laugh, and max shot him with a confused look. he scoop his salad then eat it, chewing as he tried to held back his laugh when max frown.

"did i say something funny?" max asked.

alex shake his head, swallowing before shot him a smile.

"you two are so bad at this." he said.

just when max about to open his mouth, daniel wave at them, calling their name as he jog towards them. his yellow polo and hat stuck like a sore thumb on the sea of navy blue.

"god that color is hideous." alex said, shielding his eyes from the bright color.

meanwhile max just stare in awe. he missed him so much, and boy do daniel look ravishing with that trimmed beard.

and he hate to admit the fact that daniel look good in yellow and black. no one should look good in that bright yellow color, but daniel just did. and max had to look away to compose himself.

who knows yellow would suit him well, personality-wise and appearance-wise.

daniel walk to the redbull hospitality like he owns the place, catching few handshake and hugs from his former crew teams. alex shake his head at the sight, muttering something about the crew being daniel's groupie. and max couldn't agree more.

even though he is not a redbull driver anymore, the whole redbull crew allow him to enter the redbull hospitality. he is still an honorary member of redbull racing team in the heart of the crews. and christian horner of course. so its only normal that the aussie had the privilage to enter redbull hospitality.

alex turn his body, waving at daniel before giving max a knowing smirk. max shot him with a warning glare, mouthing a silent 'don't' to the older driver.

"hello fellas."

"daniel! join us!" albon said, pointing the empty seat beside him.

daniel–being the sunshine he is–nod his head as he sat down. he give alex a pat on his back then give max a warm smile as he open a can of redbull he fetch earlier.

"what you eating maxie?"

and max stomach fluttered at the nickname. daniel is one of the only person who can call him that, leclerc being the second just because max feel close enough to the monegasque. max finally peel off his gaze from his sad-looking salad, to stare at daniel.

blue met honey color, and max felt his breath stuck in his throat.

"lunch, i hope." he simply answer, stabbing his salad like he want to murder it.

a

alex watch in silence as he exchange text with george and lando in their group chat. he sent them a secret snap of max and daniel who sat across each other with a simple caption 'imma play cupid.' which lando only reply with 'max gonna kill u' and the other brit simply send a rolling eyes emoji.

he stand up from his seat taking the empty container and the half-full redbull can with him as he pocket his phone. max shot him with a confused look, eyebrows knitted together in silence. and alex noticing the poor look on the dutch's face.

"i'm done with lunch, you guys take your time okay? i have to go and fetch george from williams garage." he said raising his eyebrows at max.

"aww mate, just invite george to join us! the more the merrier, right max?" daniel said, reaching for max's arm and put his hand on top of it.

max swallows as he look at his arm. "yeah, sure."

"nah he'll be okay... he just want to complain about the cheap foods they serve on williams hospitality."

if george heard alex had thrown him under the bus, he would kill him immediately. but he had to, he's playing 'cupid' after all. alex is ready to risk it all.

"is it that bad?" daniel asked.

"oh yeah. it is that bad. they can barely afford spareparts what makes you think they can afford decent foods?"

"damn alex that was uncalled for." the aussie wince.

"careful what you said about them, you might be the one to replace george someday you know?" max said, almost as if he put curse on alex.

and alex shivers at that.

"hey, i thought we were bonding max! not even a year and you're already kicking me out of the team?" he said with pout, while the dutch shrug.

"unbelieveable, i'm outta here." alex said with exageratted sigh as he walk away from the two men.

max silently watch alex with an annoyed glare when alex give him a thumbs up when daniel wasn't looking. he even more annoyed when he saw alex making kissing gesture with his hand. max just give him a secret middle finger as he scratch his temple and alex let out a silent mocking laugh.

after alex was gone from his vision, max stole a glance at the older man, cheek blushed at the thought of kissing him. then he let out a shuddered breath.

he still look the same and it hurts him. it hurt to see him in that yellow polo instead of navy blue. it hurt to see him walking side by side with nico hülkenberg instead of him. what hurt the most is the fact that he can not spend times with daniel throughout the race together anymore.

he remember what he said at the interview while doing truth or lie challenge with daniel, and honestly he doesn't feel good about it. but he had to, so daniel can be rest assured.

"you okay?" daniel asked as he watch max with a worried expression.

max nod his head, continue to eat his salad in silence. the older man nudge his cheek with his point finger, making him stop his chewing and stare at him instead. daniel shot him with a big smile, showing his pearly white teeth.

"you need to smile more." he said.

but how can he smile more when the reason he smile is him, and he is away now.

"what if i don't want to?" max said.

"then i'll have to come to you every racing week to remind you." he said, giving him the wide grins he love so much.

i would love that, thank you.

"oi, ricciardo! its time to go." nico shouted, earning few head turns from some redbull crew who enjoyed their lunch in peace.

some redbull crew shouted back, saying that daniel is theirs now, and nico let out a barking laugh.

"that's my cue." daniel said.

"oh, yeah."

before he left, he take off his cap. max watch slightly confused at the older one, he watch as the older man stand up and walk to him. and what comes next was something he didn't expect.

daniel had taken max's hat off, putting it on his head while he put his hat on max's head. daniel adjust the strap of the hat and look down at max with that tender look, patting his head as he finish.

"a bit of happy color here to brighten your day." he said, walking backward as he adjust max's cap on his head. he shot him a wink as he run back to nico's side.

nico raised his eyebrow as daniel walk closer to him, pointing the hat. daniel just shrug his shoulder as he slung his arm around nico's shoulder, walking together. max watch him with mouth slightly ajar.

"fuck..." max silently cursed as he pull the hat down, trying his best to hid his flushed face with that hideous yellow cap.

he hate how daniel got him feeling all nervous without even trying.

he love hate that man so much.

the 2019 season went by like a blur for max. lewis had won another world championship, adding 6th trophy to his collection. and max is on 3rd position on the championship standing. he heard that daniel got into 9th position.

max knew that 9th is not enough for daniel, it will never be enough. the boy wonder–who fell rather ungracefully–would not accept 9th place to redeem himself.

and so there he was, standing near the renault garage. far enough for the crew to not notice him but close enough that he can see daniel's car, while almost all of the grid celebrate lewis's 6th wins.

"whatcha' doin?" alex said, standing still behind max as he whispering to max.

max jumped a little before turning his body to face the taller man.

"holy shit–stop sneaking up on me!" max answer, hand on his chest

alex let out a giggle before move to stand beside the poor dutchman, redbull on his hand. he quirk an eyebrow at the man before staring at renault garage.

the pit crews and engineer team seems to working on daniel's car, checking and doing some inspection. alex clicked his tongue.

"poor man went from riding a rocket ship to a family car," he said. "no wonder he look pissed."

"you saw daniel?"

"no, but lando did. he saw daniel screaming with his helmet on. its like 2018 all over again he said."

"oh, yeah."

max fidget with his fingers, biting his lower lips. the 2018 japan q3 was daniel last straw and he remember, all of the world remember. and boy he remember how everything went downhill from that point on.

"i mean i would scream too if my team keep screwing me up. or worse, if other driver screw me over." alex said, took a sip of his redbull.

"but you're not that type of person, no? you hardly swear." max asked, turning his body to watch alex.

"no, but i would cry myself to sleep after that though, that for sure."

he didn't expect that answer from the thai, and he burst into laughter letting out a high-pitched noises as his hands closing his mouth. alex let out a giggle through his straw, also didn't expect that reaction from max.

"are you guys looking for daniel?"

both max and alex turn their head, their laugh had stop. nico watch with amused look on his face at the two redbull drivers as he fold his arm in front of his chest.

"well, that's the plan," alex sheepishly said. "do you know where he is?"

the older blue-eyed man and the younger one seems to sizing each other up, exchanging a silent threat to each other. alex in other hand is too busy looking around to notice, trying his best to find the curly aussie. nico nod his head as he point to the direction he last saw daniel. max eyebrows furrowed and alex tilted his head in confusion.

"he went to our garage?" alex asked as he stare at the german in disbelief.

"horner took him." nico answer, shrugging his shoulder.

the younger redbull driver let out an 'ah' sounds, suddenly what nico said make sense. well christian horner fancy daniel, of course that man would cheer the aussie. 2019 season with renault had been rough for daniel and horner knew that he need a few pats on the back.

now that he thought about it, max sometimes see horner as a threat. then he realize how stupid that sound when he knew horner treat daniel like his oldest son.

but now it seems like he need to worry about certain german in the game. he had been watching how close nico and daniel from afar, highkey jealous at the interaction. he also have notice a few times nico give him a smirk everytime he and daniel sharing a bromance moments. max starting to dislike that man.

nico shot max with a small smirk as pat him on the shoulder. "goodluck finding him. it was nice talking to you guys, see you at the party." he said as he wave at the duo, walking to renault's garage.

alex wave back at the german with a smile on his face before returning his gaze to max, who keep staring at nico's back. alex sure that if max have a laser-eyes, nico's head had already turn into pulp right now.

"should we go now?" alex nudge him with his shoulder, trying to distract max from nico.

"yeah, lets go." max said, already walking towards their garage.

well that was something.

they didn't find daniel on their garage, instead they were greeted by sebastian vettel, which is also suprising but make sense? vettel used to drive for redbull after all although now he drive for the italian team. while alex was excited to talk to sebastian, max can't share the same excitement.

"sebastian, what a surprise!" alex said, pratically buzzing with excitement.

sebastian let out a chuckle, his blond hair bounce a little when albono hug him. he pat the rookie in the back before letting go.

"hope you don't mind me staying. i need to talk to the big man." he said, voice laced with a german accent.

"please, you are always welcome here. or anywhere basically," alex said as he give the older man a smile. "have you met christian yet?"

"yes he have." helmut said, walking to the trio with a smile on his face. christian was following him, not far behind.

"oh you're talking to the big men. i'm out of here." alex said as he raised his hands, slithering away from the room. "christian please don't replace me with sebastian!" alex shouted once he out of their sight, and horner let out a laugh.

"interesting kid, huh? he seems to be shy at the beginning but his personality starting to show." horner said.

sebastian nod in agreement as he give him a smile. max clear his throat as he stand there awkwardly.

should he leave?

should he stay?

either way he wait for his cue.

"are you looking for daniel?" horner asked and max raised an eyebrow. "if so, he's back to his hotel room."

"i'm sorry?"

"i said daniel is back to his hotel room, you can find him there." horner said as he give max the name of the hotel daniel staying in with the room number.

"i-"

"go, he need a company. and mine won't be very helpful, poor man almost cried when i invite him here. so i send him home, he looks exhausted." horner pat the young man before turning his body to talk to sebastian and helmut.

ah. he knew.

"thank you christian." max politely thank him.

and so he bid them a farewell as he walk to his room, and sebastian watch with a smile on his face.

"its webber-vettel all over again, huh?" sebastian said. and horner laugh.

"trust me, it is worse." horner said.

max is standing at the front of the elevator, playing with the hem of his rb polo shirt as he wait for the door to be opened.

he had asked the receptionist to take him to daniel's room since he doesn't have any access card, although the receptionist almost refuse. but after seeing max's worried eyes and hearing his pleads she nod her head.

when the door was open, the receptionist simply tap her card as max push the button on the 9th floor. and he was thankful that the receptionist didn't follow him because max need his time alone to calm himself.

what should he said to comfort daniel?

he should've bring gifts for daniel earlier.

what if daniel doesn't want to see him?

worse, what if daniel is in there with another person? a woman?

before max even had a chance to back off, the door open with a ding, making him jumped out of his trance. he let out a nervous sigh as he walk toward daniel's room.

and now suddenly he was standing, face facing the door as his finger hovering at the bell button.

but even before max can push the bell, the door open in front of him, and max watch with suprised look on his face.

daniel look like a mess, in short brief and plain white t-shirt that hug his body perfectly, hair messy–cleary tussled. his eyes were red and watery. his nose also in the same color.

oh he had been crying.

"the receptionist call and told me that you'll be here." daniel said, voice hoarse as if the man had not drink for a month.

"sorry for coming uninvited. i have beers." max said as he show him a pack of beers in his hand.

daniel let out a chuckle, his chest tremble as he open his door wider, inviting the younger one inside.

the room is surprisingly tidy, the bed cover are the only messy thing in the room. max had expect daniel to trash around the room but maybe daniel is too tired to do so, or maybe because it is daniel and not him.

max sat down on the bed as he watch daniel fetch something from the fridge. damn that man even look better in his short brief and that plain t-shirt that shows his back muscle with the dim lighting of his room. he tried his best to not drooling over the aussie right now.

"i only have sliced fruits, is it okay?" daniel said, breaking the silence.

"its okay... i'm fine." max answer, the pack of beers sat nicely on his lap.

the aussie turn his body, giving him the mixed fruit to the young dutch. max took the container, mouthing a small thank you and daniel return with a small smile, ruffling his hair before taking the pack of beers off his lap.

he put the pack on the table and open it, taking a can of beer then sitting down beside max, thigh touching. max silently stare down at their thighs (more of daniel's and his tattoos), face redden at the close proximity. then he turn his face to watch daniel downing the beer.

"are you okay?" max asked.

"m' fine." daniel answer.

but max knew that daniel had lied to him. he knew that he is, in fact, not fine. he knew that daniel knew that he can see right through him. so he just stare at him silently.

talk to me, daniel.

daniel let out a sigh, cradling the can of beer on his hand. his hand is trembling and max can see that clearly. so he did the only thing he knew.

he took daniel's right hand, bringing it to his lap. max intertwined their hand, as he calmly rub it. daniel shuddered at the touch. yes physical touch are something that they are not foreign about, but something about it feel different.

it feels more, intimate.

daniel watch their hands in silence, his tremors slowly fade away. then, he peel off his gaze from their hands to max's face, watching at how soft his gaze at their intertwined hands is. he studied his face, how his lashes fluttered a little as daniel squeeze his hand tighter.

"better?" max asked.

"yeah."

"good."

max–finally muster up a courage–turn his head to face daniel. once again after few moons, blue meet honey color. he held his breath when daniel's eyes wander from his eyes, to his nose, and finally to his lips. daniel give him a small smile.

"i never notice that." daniel said

"notice what?"

daniel's free hand softly cradling max's jaw, thumbing at his upper lip.

"that.." he said, face inching closer.

oh.

oh.

"my–my mole?" max asked, trying his best to not melt and lean into his touch.

"your beautiful mole, yes," daniel whisper as he stop midway, nose almost bumping to max's. "you are so beautiful, it hurts." he finished.

max feel dizzy. he only let out a nervous chuckle as he look away from him, free hand hiding his-now red-face. max was not sure if its really daniel or he currently daydreaming about him, again.

it's unfair, no? what daniel did to him is unfair.

"wha-what are you saying? me? beautiful?" max ramble, still looking away.

"you are max. your beautiful ocean eyes especially."

"s-stop saying such nonsense, i'm not."

"but you are, and i'm not a liar."

max let out a cough. he need to get away from daniel, he can't hold it together any longer. he took his hand back, then standing up. this man is dangerous, too dangerous.

"i'm thirsty, do you have water-"

max feel his body shifted, he let out a gasp. daniel had yanked his arm towards his direction, making him stumble onto him. max's eyes widened when daniel open his legs, pulling max even closer to him. he feel daniel wrap his hands around his torso, burying his face on his stomach.

"dan-"

"m' sorry."

the choked voice of daniel broke his heart even more. he touch his curly hair slowly and he feel daniel's hold getting tighter around him. daniel let out a muffled sobs, his shoulder are trembling.

he finally letting go of his emotion.

turns out the happiest man on the grid was not the happiest all the time.

max warp his hands around daniel's head, body a little slouched as he held the man. and daniel desperately clawing and fisting his polo shirt, almost screaming onto him.

max is sure his polo is now drenched in tears, but he doesn't care. he care about daniel, only him.

i love you.

...

[sillystappen]

Come On Over And Ruin My Life aka The one where I write chemaxiel. That's it. That's the fic. Word Count: 5175. Read on AO3 here!

There are several instances where Checo has wondered what his life has come to. For example, when he won in 2020 for the first time after 190 races, when he became a Red Bull driver, when he won in Monaco last year, and quite depressingly now, as he watches Max and Daniel flirt with each other.

Don't get Checo wrong he isn't jealous, he just feels a little left out, like he's a constant third wheel now that Daniel has rejoined Red Bull. It's kind of an open secret in the paddock that those two are dating, and have been since 2019, though Max has mentioned that they were hooking up since a certain crash the year prior. And Checo gets it, they click well and look really good together, especially when they laugh. So no, he is not jealous of their relationship.

The feeling of being left out does confuse him though. He had thought about it in the privacy of his hotel room after a day of recording and has come to the conclusion that he doesn't want neither Daniel nor Max to be less themselves, but he wants to be included in it. This then throws him through another loop because he ends up imagining all three of them laughing at something or being huddled together in some corner of the paddock as they gossip about whatever stupid strategy Ferrari tried that day. An even scarier thought is the picture his mind paints of the three of them cuddled onto one sofa watching some bullshit telenovela with English captions, Daniel's head in his lap and Max leaning into his side.

He can't, no he won't, dwell on it. He refuses to. He's friends, teammates, with them. He's not looking to insert himself into their relationship. He just wants to feel a tiny bit more included when they have to do media events or are at the factory. He doesn't need to be taken to their dates only to be walking behind them on the pavement.

Besides, are 3 people relationships even a thing? Can you even want more than 1 person at the same time? Is that allowed? He has no problem with being queer (he is bisexual after all) but falling for two men simultaneously has Checo all sorts of extra confused.

"Checo!" Max shakes him out of his thoughts, "wanna grab dinner after the race with Daniel and I?"

Checo shakes his head, "I don't wanna intrude, it's okay. I have things I could be doing anyway." He really doesn't want to see Daniel and Max share inside jokes the whole night while he pokes at some overpriced pasta.

Max nods slowly, "ah... alright. Just- You know that- nevermind." Checo watches as Max leaves, Daniel latching onto his arm before he finishes turning the corner.

Checo sighs to himself. He really needs to sort himself out before this spirals...

And spiral it does. It has gotten to a point where Daniel and Max are in his dreams. His dreams! Checo is no blushing virgin either so he has woken up to several wet dreams where he has either been fucked by Max or had his cock sucked by Daniel, the other one always watching and running their hands along his body, providing another source of stimulation. Rather embarrassingly, he ends up rutting against the mattress or into his hand until he comes after he wakes up.

He walks into Red Bull's facilities trying not to think about it as Daniel slings an arm over his shoulder and starts talking about a bird he saw last night. Checo, drawn to the warmth of Daniel, can't find it in himself to move away. He listens and adds in the occasional "yeah?" to keep Daniel talking and giggles (?!) at some of the lame jokes he makes.

What's worse is that he doesn't let go when he spots Max, he just drags him over and only moves his arm so his fingers can play with Checo's curls on the back of his neck which has his cheeks turning every shade of red. Max doesn't seem to mind, and just continues chatting to them as if this is totally normal.

How? How can they be so relaxed about this and not... he doesn't know, jealous? annoyed? Daniel is being clingy with him and not his boyfriend! Shouldn't Max be glaring holes in to his skull by now?

And Checo? Checo is too selfish to push himself away. This is what he wants after all, to be included in their interactions and not be standing off to the side and it feels so good to be standing there, talking mindlessly with the two of them. When he talks he can feel the attention of both of them like they value and treasure every word. It's addicting to have the one thing he craved all season.

"Dan, look at him. He's turned in to a tomato," Max chuckles, noticing Checo's blush.

Daniel's fingers still as he looks over Checo's face, "oops! But Maxy, it's a lovely colour on him."

Max hums and smiles, "it goes well with his freckles."

Checo blinks, his brain not connecting to his mouth - unable to form any response. It's like he bluescreened under their attention. Oh God, he is failing miserably to be normal.

Daniel's phone pings. "Ah shucks, I have to leave. Media just can't get enough of this handsome face." He detaches himself from Checo, pecks Max on the lips as Max rolls his eyes fondly. Then, he takes Checo's hand, pressing his lips to the back of it before saying "later gentlemen," and jogging off.

Checo remains frozen in place, completely floored by the last 5 minutes. He waits to see if Max get's angry or annoyed by whatever happened but... nothing. Max just smiles at him, and wraps his hand gently around his wrist as he pulls him over to their garage.

Which... what the fuck?

"Aren't you mad?" he eventually gets out as they loiter around Max's car and look at datasheets.

Max turns around and tilts his head, "mad about what? The car is doing brilliantly and we're getting podiums and wins. What's there to be mad about?"

"I meant Daniel when he... y'know." Checo vaguely gestures to his hand.

"Oh, no." Max says before he goes back to what he was doing.

Checo furrows his brows, not understanding. He doesn't say anything else and goes over to his own car and try not to think about it.

Later, he sits with his lunch, picking at the crust of his sandwich while he thinks about Daniel and Max, who take up more and more of his thoughts. They're including him more, and have been over the last few weeks since Max invited him to dinner. This is all nice and he feels a lot better generally speaking. However, he can't seem to understand what Max and Daniel want from him. The goal was not to intrude on their relationship but they seem insistent on dragging him into it.

Sighing, he pulls out his phone and googles (in an incognito tab obviously) 'can 3 people be in one relationship?'

The answer pops up on his screen and Checo doesn't know what to think.

Polyamory, or consensual nonmonogamy, is the practice of having multiple intimate relationships, whether sexual or just romantic, with the full knowledge and consent of all parties involved. Polyamory is generally not gender-specific; anyone can have multiple partners of any gender.

So, yes, it totally is a thing. He could feasibly date both Max and Daniel without any of them cheating on each other. He continues scrolling, going through reddit and other sites of similar natures where people recount how they fell in love with multiple people at the same time and enjoy being romantically (and sexually) involved with more than one person at once. Some of the stories are really heart-warming actually. Could he have that?

He turns his phone off and bites the corner of his sandwich. Do Daniel and Max even want him? He thinks they do, but there's this lingering doubt that they couldn't possibly. After all, what are the chances that both of them like him too? They've been going strong for 4 years, why change that now?

"Checo," Max sits opposite him with his own food, "I've been looking for you."

"Where else would I be?" Checo replies rhetorically.

Max lets out an amused huff, "good point."

"So," he says after swallowing another bite of sandwich, "what did you wanna find me for?"

Max nods to himself and pushes his food to the side so he can lean forward a bit. "Look, I know the first time you said no so we decided to keep it more lowkey this time. Do you want to come and watch some trashy Netflix movie Daniel picks out in his hotel room tonight? Just us three, and probably some popcorn that will have our trainers annoyed at us. Totally chill, and neither of us will take offence if you say no but we do want you there and-"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

Checo clears his throat and looks directly at Max. "I said yes. I mean, I third wheel all the time but I enjoy hanging out with you guys." He picks up his tray and stands, "text me the time and room number, yeah?"

He barely catches Max's "okay," as he leaves. He makes it back to his driver's room and locks the door, leaning back against it as he sighs. Why on God's green earth did he say yes? He's just going to be sat on the edge of a sofa awkwardly with a bowl of popcorn as Max and Daniel cuddle up together.

However, he remembers the image his brain conjured of the three of them together, and the revelation that he most likely (read: definitely) has a crush on the both of them deludes him in to thinking that it won't be like that at all. That all of the recent interactions mean something. Please, let them mean something because Checo doesn't know what to do if it doesn't.

At 8pm that night, Checo is standing outside room 411 checking and double checking his phone to ensure that he has the right information. He knows Max didn't make a mistake, he's just nervous and has to force himself out of it so he can at least pretend to be somewhat normal. He's in his thirties for fucks sake and yet he's acting like he's a teenager who's experiencing his first crush.

Still, he knocks on the door. Daniel swings it open and looks absolutely thrilled to see him, which is nice.

"Checo! Glad you actually rocked up. Maxy was worrying you would bail."

"Hey no!" Max protests in the background.

Daniel doesn't pay any attention to him, "you look good! Now come in and sit your pretty ass on the sofa and pick a movie."

Checo nods, not trusting his mouth to not say something like 'would rather sit my pretty ass on you' because he is only here to be a friend. He plops on the sofa, noticing a folded blanket resting on one arm. He runs his fingers over the fabric, enjoying the soft feel of it when Max comes in.

Max plucks the TV remote from somewhere out of Checo's view and hands it to him, sitting to his left. "I don't have high standards just as long as it's something better than Daniel's 80s flicks. He claims that they're 'classics' even though they're really cringe."

"You say that as if you weren't humming grease lightning for a week." Daniel says, holding the biggest bowl of popcorn Checo has ever seen. Of course, Daniel notices his expression and shrugs, setting the popcorn down and sitting on Checo's right, "we do this often."

"I see..." Checo acknowledges. He starts flicking through Netflix, ignoring Daniel going "pick this!" and Max replying with "do not pick that."

It got tiring after a while and Checo had enough. "Both of you just stop talking right now. We're watching Lego Batman, end of discussion." There was no reason why Lego Batman was chosen other than it happened to be the one the remote cursor was on. Besides, both Max and Daniel seem satisfied.

The movie starts and Daniel almost immediately dives for the popcorn bowl. Max grabs the blanket and unfolds it, then throws one end over towards Daniel so it stretches across the three of them. The thing is, the sofa is not designed for three grown men, so everything is a tight fit. Meaning, Checo can feel Max's thigh against his own and Daniel's arm against his. It's so warm, but not stifling nor uncomfortable. It's warm in a way that he gets a swooping sensation in his stomach and the heat rises into his cheeks.

Daniel holds the bowl out to him and Max, and Max takes a handful, leaning closer to Checo in the process before easing up a little. They both seem so comfortable around him, which is good obviously, but he feels like he's in the middle of their relationship, physically too. Though, they don't say anything and just watch the movie quietly, shifting around occasionally (this is mostly Daniel) while Checo is internally screaming 'what do you want from me?'

Because this isn't third wheeling. No, rather he feels that he is equal with them. It feels like a date or some domestic scene that could easily happen in one of their apartments. And Checo cannot bring himself to melt into the moment or even enjoy the movie he picked as the dreaded question of 'what is this?' is on the tip of his tongue the whole time.

The movie itself is fun, and nice and just the right amount of simple where you didn't have to focus too hard to understand what is going on, which is good because Daniel drops his head on Checo's shoulder, pulling his end of the blanket up to the base of his neck.

"This ok?" Daniel whispers.

"Yeah..." is all Checo can think of saying. Daniel then settles and molds himself into Checo's side, one of his hands resting on his thigh. Checo can feel every point of contact like it burns through his clothes and onto his skin. He looks at Max expecting to see annoyance or hurt at the fact his boyfriend his being so cuddly and Checo isn't making any move to stop it, but Max looks fond, like the two of them being like this is - in his words - simply lovely.

Perhaps there is no harm in just taking this for granted. If he doesn't think about it too much, it is really nice to be hugged by Daniel. Checo slowly wraps his arm around Daniel's waist to hold him against his side and Daniel hums contentedly, pleased with the development.

'Just for now,' Checo thinks, 'then I have to do something about this.' Of course, Max choses that exact moment to shift and prop his legs on Checo's lap and lean his back over the arm of the sofa and close his eyes. Daniel feels Checo tense and rubs small circles into his thigh in an attempt to calm him. It works a bit but not enough to stop him from asking "what are we doing?"

"Chilling, cuddling, watching Batman," Max says, stating the obvious.

"No, no, that doesn't help, that's not-" Checo sighs, agitated, before pushing the blanket off him and standing, effectively shoving Max and Daniel off of him. He turns around to face them and takes in their confused expressions. Good, now they know how he feels.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asks, sitting up properly.

Checo laughs wryly, "what's wrong? What's wrong?! Mierda, I can't even begin to describe what the fuck is going on because I have no clue!" His voices raises in frustration but he can't bring himself to care, pacing and gesturing wildly as everything comes pouring out at once.

"I used to feel like such a third wheel with you two but then you started dragging me in to your relationship which is so weird? I initially just wanted to be your friend but this got me feeling all sorts of things that I shouldn't and you refuse to elaborate on it! You just do these things instead of communicating what it is you want from me and now I don't know where I stand or what I should do with you two. It makes me want to kick myself because despite all of that I've caught feelings for the both of you and can't bring myself to hate you at all for any of it. And now? Now you're looking at me as if I'm the one who doesn't make any sense. ¡No los entiendo a ustedes dos y me está destrozando! Y no puedo permitirme el lujo de ser algo en lo que estás interesado brevemente antes de pasar a la siguiente. ¡No seré una conexión para ustedes dos! Me merezco más que eso."

Checo breathes, re-centering himself after accidentally slipping back in to Spanish, before looking and Max and Daniel, who appear less confused and more guilty. "You have no right," Checo finishes in English, "to play with my feelings."

He doesn't waste much time after that and heads for the door, not bothering to hear them out.

Max gets up first. "Checo, wait-"

"Just... stop." He twists the doorhandle and leaves.

He doesn't go back to his hotel room. He can't bring himself to just lie in bed and wallow (and maybe cry). Besides, that would be the first place Max and Daniel look if they chase after him, and right now he doesn't want to see them.

He ends up leaving the hotel and wandering around until he finds a park and sits down on a bench, looking up at the night sky. He couldn't see any stars despite the lack of clouds. That really is just the cherry on top of this disaster cake.

"Checo?"

He lowers his gaze and looks around, the voice lacking a Dutch or Australian twang. He ends up locking eyes with Alex Albon.

"Alex? What are you doing here?" he asks.

Alex chuckles, "could ask you the same thing." He gestures to the empty spot on the bench, "can I?"

Checo nods and for a while neither of them say anything. Just two drivers sat in the middle of a park at night, totally normal. Though, as sarcastic as that sentiment may be, it is probably one of the most normal things that have happened in the past few weeks.

"Why are you here?" Alex says eventually. "Don't get me wrong, I am not judging your choices but something seems to be bothering you. If you want to share that, you can."

"It's... complicated."

"I can do complicated. Lily says that I'm a good listener. Might be nice to get it off your chest."

Checo looks at Alex and sighs, "where do I start? It's Max and Daniel."

"Oh boy. I am far to familiar with those two than I'd like to be."

"How so?"

Alex winces, as if the memory is slightly painful. "Of course, I was Max's teammate before you. I have caught them fucking on almost every surface in the garage and hospitalities."

"Even the car?"

"On multiple occasions," Alex grimaces. "Heck, I'm pretty sure I only saw half the story. I don't wanna know what the poor Renault staff have seen. Though, I suppose it's worse for you now that Daniel is back at the factory too."

"It's not that bad for me actually. I think someone had a word with them when Daniel resigned, though when Daniel was at McLaren I did hear them. But honestly," Checo admits, "that isn't even the problem. I think I'm the problem."

"How so?"

"I... fuck, I fell for them."

"Like, in love with both of them? At the same time?"

"Yes, exactly that."

Alex doesn't look too shocked, but still relatively surprised. His face then settles into a look of contemplation. "That must be tricky. I didn't even know you liked men."

"I'm bisexual. Anyway, these past few weeks have been weird because I like both of them and I can't tell what they want from me. They just suddenly tried to put me in their relationship or at least want to hook up or something and yet they make no move to explain any of it. They didn't even talk to me. They just are very... physical? I mean touchy, and also they have just invited me on their dates and... yeah."

Alex nods, processing it all, then says, "I assume something happened tonight?"

"I snapped," Checo admits before telling Alex every detail. Alex doesn't judge, just sits and listens. When Checo is done, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest and he can finally breathe again. It still stings though, but is less crushing and the relief of it all makes tears spring in his eyes.

"Oh mate," Alex says and slings an arm around Checo's shoulders, pulling him into his side. Checo relaxes into the comfort given. His shoulders sag, a few tears eventually falling and he just feels so, so tired.

They stay like that for a while before Alex says, "they're idiots, you know."

"Hmm?"

"Max and Daniel," Alex says. "They clearly do like you the way you like them but are trying to get together with you the same way they did, which is fucking stupid. They should've just talked with you properly, but you also need to not put yourself down as much. You're a great person and you deserve respect and clarity, so don't feel bad about snapping at them. They had it coming."

"Thank you," is all Checo can reply with, because Alex has really been an amazing friend tonight.

They end up hanging out for a while, turns out Alex just can't sleep and got bored, before Checo finds his way back to his hotel room. He collapses back in his bed absolutely exhausted and welcomes sleep easily.

The next day, with a formed plan in mind, Checo immediately walks up to both of them and simply tells them "room 443, after all this." He doesn't linger, and goes back to discussing strategies and car development with his engineers. He can feels their eyes on him throughout the day, and sometimes he stares back as if he's daring them to do something. They never do. Instead, they flush red, like they're a naughty kid having an extra cookie, and look in any and all directions par at Checo. It's kind of cute.

Not even 15 minutes after Checo makes it back to his hotel room, he hears a rapid knocking. He opens the door to see Max and Daniel. Daniel is pulling on the edges on his hoodie and Max is indiscreetly holding flowers behind his back.

"Come in," Checo says, careful to make voice even. He closes the door and Max hands him the flowers.

"We're-" Max starts.

"Thank you for these, they're very pretty." Checo interrupts before gently placing them down on a side table. "You two are now going to sit down and have one chance to explain everything. No arguments. Only then will I decide what happens next."

Max and Daniel sit down without complaint and Checo stands before them, hands on his hips as he waits for them to start.

They look at each other before Daniel speaks up, "we are so sorry for hurting you."

Max nods, "yeah, we are. We didn't intentionally mean to confuse you. We just wanted you."

Checo raises and eyebrow and looks between both of them, silently telling them to continue.

"It's gonna sound a bit crazy but we both want a relationship with you," Daniel continues, "Max and I still love each other, but we also really like you. We thought if we just slowly integrate you into our dynamic it won't be as weird?"

"Yeah, and do things like how me and Daniel originally got together," Max adds.

Holy shit, Alex hit the nail on the head. They do like him, and they were just being stupid about it.

"And we were a bit scared of asking you about it," Max finishes.

"Fuck, yeah, I mean what are the odds that not only do Max and I like you but that you also like both of us?" Daniel asks in a way that he tries to pass as a rhetoric joke but Checo can hear the sincerity in it. They don't think they're affections are returned, especially now they aren't in Checo's good books.

But, oh, how wrong they are. Checo's heart leaps now he knows that that they like him in all the same ways.

"Pretty high, probably at about 100%" Checo smiles at them.

Max's gaze snaps up from his lap and Daniel looks like Checo just told him the answer to life's biggest mystery.

"Now, I am still a little mad that you guys decided it was smarter to play with my feelings than just straight up tell me," Checo clarifies. Daniel and Max frown. "But," Checo continues, walking around and toward the bedroom, "I think there's a way you can make it up to me." He winks then chuckles upon seeing Max and Daniel quickly scramble towards him.

Checo sits in the middle of the bed, "come here and kiss me then I will forgive you."

Max doesn't waste much time, immediately going over to hold Checo's face and kiss him. Max kisses how he drives: determined and passionate. It makes Checo's body flush with warmth, especially when Max's tongue touches his lips. Checo opens them and softly gasps at the feeling of Max's tongue in his mouth. Eventually, he gently pushes Max off and beckons Daniel over.

Checo moves to sit in Daniel's lap and kiss him instead. Daniel kisses him with a lot more gentleness than Max, but with equal passion. He can feel Max watching them and hears him shift closer, putting his arms around Checo's chest and start kissing down the side his neck, sucking lightly where his neck meets his shoulder, causing Checo to moan into Daniel's mouth and shift his hips a little which earns him a soft groan in response.

The feeling of both of them on him, kissing, touching, loving, is just addictive. He wants more and can feel from where he’s sat on Daniel’s lap and how Max has slinked a hand under his shirt, running his fingers up his torso and down again, that they are all in the same boat on this.

"Can we..." Max says against his skin, fingers travelling down to slightly dip under his waistband.

Checo gets the message, disconnecting his lips from Daniels to reply with more desperation than he'd like to admit, "fuck me."

It takes a bit to figure out their dynamics and learn what everyone likes but it ends with Daniel's fingers up Checo's ass before Max fucks him, and Checo sucking Daniel's cock as Max thrusts in to him. They were probably loud, and Checo definitely has a collection of hickeys covering the base of his throat and down over his pecs, but Checo cannot bring himself to care. He falls asleep just as Max cleans him and Daniel up.

The next morning when they’re all awake, naked and cuddled together on Checo’s hotel bed, Max asks, “Do you forgive us?”

Checo smiles up at Max from where he lies on Max’s chest and presses a chaste kiss to Max’s jaw then takes Daniel’s hand and places a kiss to his palm. “Mis amores, I forgive you, did a long while ago, and I want you. This wasn’t a one time thing for me.”

“It’s not for us,” Daniel says from the other side of Max, looking right into Checo's eyes, “never has been.”

“I’m glad.” Checo sighs and cuddles closer to the two of them.

He sees Alex in the paddock that morning. Alex waves at him and makes his way over. "You alright mate?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty great. You were right by the way."

Alex grins, "told you so." He looks at something on Checo's neck and waggles his eyebrows teasingly, "looks like you had fun last night."

Checo chuckles and adjusts the collar of his Red Bull polo, better covering what he knows is a hickey. "I did. We had a talk before we left about what we are and what we wanted out of all this," Checo looks around for any boom mics or cameras - he's clear, "they're my boyfriends."

"That's awesome mate, I'm happy for you. You guys are gonna be the best trio Red Bull have seen!" Alex claps him on the back.

"Thank you," Checo smiles.

Alex nods, "see you on track!" Checo watches him go back to Williams.

An arm slings over his shoulder and Checo grins, immediately knowing who it is.

"All good?" Daniel asks. Checo's chest floods with warmth and love. They haven't said 'I love you', not yet. It's still fresh for the three of them, but Checo has no doubt that eventually they will get there.

Checo nudges him with the side of his hip, "perfect, you?"

"Never better, love. Now come on, let's find Maxy. Can't wait to see you kill it on track," Daniel says, guiding him back over to Red Bull where Max is leaning against a wall, race suit already on and talking to a mechanic.

"Special delivery of one driver!" Daniel announces dramatically, gesturing to Checo.

Max's face lights up, quickly finishing up his conversation and manoeuvring through the garage to see them. "You doing okay? I mean it might not have been our smartest idea to... before a race."

"You mean how I will have to sit in a car for two hours with a sore ass?" Checo smirks, not even bothering to lower his tone around the mechanics.

"Oh my god..." Daniel groans quietly.

"Yes that," Max mumbles, cheeks flushed all red.

Checo giggles, "I will be fine."

"That's great then, love," Daniel smiles, "now go suit up. Don't want Marko to come after you."

Checo nods and makes his way back to his drivers room, hands brushing his boyfriends' as a subtle romantic goodbye.

He can't be too obvious, that much is a given, but given how Max and Daniel had established themselves as being very touchy-feely 'friends' so perhaps he could find out what he could get away with in the future.

And wow, to think about them in the future makes his heart flutter. This is real. This is the start of something solid. He knows it won't be easy for a multitude of reasons but those seem like future obstacles that he believes they should be able to overcome. He feels lighter, more than he has in a while and something tells him 2023 will be good year.

[youngbuckisms]

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” (for Darby/Max 💀🧣)

Kissing Strangers ( Darby Allin x MJF ); drabble

Words: 892

Warnings: Some suggestive(?) themes

Notes: still haven’t remembered what ship name we had given them, but god I still love this ship. I didn’t really read over this one, so they’re probably defiantly some mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t Maxwell’s thing, really. A big “after party” at a disgusting bar with a bunch of people he worked with, drinking cheap booze, and watching all his coworkers stumble around the dance floor like idiots. He never went to these things when they were arranged after shows.

Yet, here he was. Sat at the bar, sipping a scotch that tasted cheap, an arm propped on the bar top as he scanned all the bodies dancing against one another. He wondered why he chose to come here, to put himself through this. Maxwell refused to talk to anyone, refused to dance, and barely even gave any of them a glance. So, what was the point of even coming? Well .. he knew exactly the reason he came.

As his eyes scanned over everybody, they would fall on the whole reason he came — Darby fucking Allin. The man was the one to invite him, much to his surprise, insisting he would like it. Maxwell wanted to say no, tell Darby he was an idiot for even inviting him, but the words came out before his brain could process and he agreed almost immediately.

Maxwell watched as the other man’s hips moved, how his body would glide against the stranger he had found, dancing against him. And from the looks of it, the stranger was enjoying it, hands all over Darby’s hips and slipping up underneath that baggy shirt. Maxwell could only imagine how his fingers might be brushing over Darby’s abs, feeling over his muscles, grabbing those small hips. Watching the display, he could feel a twang of .. jealousy?

He thought of turning away, forcing his eyes to look elsewhere. Maybe to Daniel who was desperately trying to teach Adam how to dance, or simply just move his hips a little more gracefully. Or even to Nick and Matt who were dancing like idiots as if they’ve been drinking the most, when neither of them have had a sip.

But instead, Maxwell’s gaze was locked on Darby. He visibly tensed as he watched the skater shift to pull the stranger into a kiss, rough and careless. He hated the sight, watching Darby make out with a complete stranger. It made his jaw clench, fingers tight around the small glass holding his cheap drink. His eyes would tear away from the sight, forcing himself to look inside his glass rather than out into the bar.

“Sitting around all by yourself?” Maxwell picked his head up when he heard the familiar voice. He wasn’t sure how long he had been looking down at his glass, but it had been long enough for Darby to finish his make out apparently.

“Yeah.” Came the response, short and rather snappy, which did take Darby by surprise especially considering the fact that Maxwell seemed rather excited earlier (or at least as excited as someone like Maxwell could be over going to a bar).

“Why are you mad?” Darby’s words sounded genuine, brows slightly knit together as he dipped his head down slightly to catch Maxwell’s gaze.

“I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” Looking over at Darby, irritation written over his features, it was then that Darby realized where the shortness was coming from, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re jealous of me kissing strangers?” The skater asked with a hum, leaning forward until their noses were almost touching. It left Maxwell’s breath hitched, though he was glad the music was loud enough to thankfully keep that fact hidden.

“I am not jealous.” He practically growled the words, knuckles white from the hold he had on the glass, only for the hold to ease when he felt the tattooed hand of Darby against his thigh.

“Admit it. You were jealous.” His tone was teasing, a smirk playing on his lips and Maxwell wanted nothing more than to slap it off of him.

“I’m not admitting shit.” The champion spoke, expecting more teasing from the skater. But instead, he kept lips pressed to his own, a kiss that was rough and passionate. Blue eyes were closed, no longer piercing into his own. Maxwell hesitated just for a moment, before he would return the kiss, exchanging the same energy right back to Darby. It caused their teeth to bump together, against one another’s lips, the tattooed hand giving Maxwell’s thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Admit it,” Darby spoke just loud enough for Maxwell to hear, breaking the kiss so suddenly that it actually caught the man by surprise.

“Fine.” But nothing came after. And for a moment, Darby thought of pulling away, of leaving to go back to his stranger, but he just knew that the simple ‘fine’ was as close as he was ever going to get to Maxwell admitting his jealousy.

“I’ll take it.” Darby hummed, connecting their lips in a kiss once more, one that Maxwell didn’t hesitate to return this time. No, this time he was more confident, more eager with hands grabbing at the hips of Darby underneath his shirt hard enough to leave red marks where his fingertips were.

Darby just knew they would be asked one hundred questions back at work, but he couldn’t seem to care very much as he practically sat in Maxwell’s lap. For now, he would enjoy his night with the devil.

[dreamauri]

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R0, PRE-SEASON TESTING 2024 — Bahrain International Circuit, Bahrain

As shameful as it felt, you zipped up your dark blue and white Alpha Tauri suit. "Radio check." You heard your new engineer through the radio as your team pushed you out for pre-season testing.

You could only hum a reply as you waited for the go, driving the car out into the track around the Arabian circuit. "Gearbox." You simply said in the radio to report the area the team needs to fix. "Steering is too loose." "Copy."

You pulled into the pitlane, hopping out if the car once your team rolled the car into the garage. You sat on the floor, watching to team quietly fix the problems you pointed out. "You okay, nunu?" "Yallah, Come on." You broke out of your trance, looking at your brothers at the entrance, waving for you to come over.

You shook your head, leaning in head on your knees, closing your eyes to catch some rest even though you knew you were probably not going to sleep.

You heard girls laugh among themselves as you walked by. You felt jealous. Oh what you'd give to have friends like so, making fun of and gossiping about stupid female figures like yourself.

You forced a smile and a laugh as Daniel popped up from behind you, giving you quick hug. You watched him walk away in his red bull gear with a face if regret and despair. You'd switched seats with him under the orders of the CEO, claiming you had performance issues, forgetting your miraculous P1 from P20 and six win streak with your first full seat, and eleven f1 wins in 15 races.

Your world felt dark after you were sent home with Visa expiration. You spent the rest of the year in the El-Gamazi compound, helping out on the farm and in the Mechanics shop. You still felt embarrassed and ashamed, no matter how many times your family tried to lift your feelings up.

You'd switched flags, driving under the German flag instead of the short lived Egyptian one. You didn't want a stupid girl like you to misrepresent such a country.

You honestly didn't care about misrepresenting Germany because those assholes already had 20+ world championships in their pockets thanks to your family, Vettel and Schumacher.

Your family of course was furious to hear with the switch, not believing your shit excuse to switching which made your world fe like it was falling apart even more. "—You hungry." Yuki held a plate of fruits his performance coach had cut up, snapping you out of your daze.

"Oh I'm sorry. We're you sleeping?" "No, your good." You gave him a weak smile, leaning back in you chair. "I'm full thank you." You shook your head, denying his offer politely. "You should eat." He insisted, putting the plate on the table and pushing it towards you.

You know your stomach needed it but you just couldn't bring yourself to swallow it. "Our cars are definitely faster than last season so you don't have to worry." You chuckled, nodding. That wasn't what was bothering you though. You didn't depend on speed alone, you had enough skill to pull the Alpha Tauri in the top five if it could only qualify in the top ten.

But you knew your limits. That car can never win a race. Not with Max nor RedBull on the grid anyways.

This was surly going to be a hell of a season for you. You could feel it creeping on your back with sharp claws and a wide pointy-tooth smile, awfully reminding you of the 'other mother' from Caroline.

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R3 - QUALLIFYING Sunday, March 31 2024 — Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit, Australia

"That is P7. P7 for tomorrow's race." You could feel your breath hitched in your throat. You've never been so low in the grid when pushing so hard. "Mhm." You hummed in acknowledgment.

"You alright, kid?" "Sure." You sighed as pulled yourself out of your car. You kept the helmet on as you walked away, putting your hands in your pockets. You could hear the faint shouting and booing from the stadiums directed towards you, trying your hardest to act unfazed.

'What am I doing here.' You couldn't help but ask yourself as your back slouched, leaning against a random wall as the day took its course. "Y/N!" You heard Yuki running towards you practically jumping in his spot. "P8!" You heard him cheer. You could only chuckle, starting pull your helmet and balaclava off, giving the Japanese a high five. At least someone was happy.

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R3 - RACE DAY Sunday, April 1 2024 — Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit, Australia

You felt someone pat your helmet once you settled in your car. "Good luck, Y/N." "Thanks, Christian." You gave him a polite smile to show through the visor peak. You sat in silence, leaning your head on the steering wheel, blurring out the noise around you.

"Hey!" Looking to see the the source of disturbance, your eyes softened seeing Max pat your back. "You got this." He shouted over the music, holding his fist up for you to bump. You gave him a small smile, returning the gesture.

"Its light out and away we go!"

Lap 16 :: "Make some space." You grumbled pushing Norris thin, giving Yuki the opportunity to over take which he did.

You were working your way up the grid, slowly but surly. P7 and P8 to P5 and P6. "Just a few more." You encouraged yourself trying to pressure your younger brother. "Out of the way." you called going wheel to wheel with him.

"Girl, get off." You faintly heard him chuckle as you made space for Yuki to overtake 'round the outside.

"That is incredible performance from both Alpha Tauries. Great team work. From P7 and P8 to P4 and P5.

Lap 22 :: "Holy! Get- Hey! Out of my way." You scoffed as you batteled it out with Daniel. One more overtake and it would be a podium for Yuki. "Dan- DANIEL." You steered clear from him, momentarily losing your control and spinning out, costing you a few positions as you quickly got back on the track few cars behind Yuki.

Lap 35 :: "Mother fuckin- GASLY!" All the drivers were being so defensive, to the point you couldn't go through their walls. Especially this one. "MOTHER FUCKER!" "Y/N, calm down." "YOU DONT GIVE ME ORDERS."

This was a shit box. A SHIT BOX.

You were stuck in P6 again with drivers from different teams working together to block you, it frustrated you to the point that Arabic cuss words started to flow through your mouth to the point they had to censor it over the big speakers from how bad they were ( don't underestimate Arabic cuss words).

Lap 49 :: "Killian? What the— MAX?! ARE THEY LAPPING ME?" "Yes." "IM FLOORING IT— HEY!" You slammed your fist in the steering wheel as you watched them over take with DRS and there was nothing you could do.

Final Lap :: "That's P6, P6!" You engineer cheered as you crossed the line. "—There is nothing to be happy about." You scolded frustrated. Even though you understood that this particular team didn't regularly get so high up in the points and had, of course, felt a surge of dopamine, you didn't. You let your anger and frustration blind you.

"We're not P1, we're not even on the podium. There is NOTHING to be happy about." You raged, slamming the steering wheel on the floor once you got out of the car. "Shit box." You insulted the car, kicking its side even though you know it didn't have feelings for you to hurt.

They took your weight before you stomped off to your driver's room, throwing your gear off in a hurry as you felt your vision start to blur. It felt so hamulating.

There's never been a Kraus so low in the points, they must all be either laughing at you for being such a clown or cussing at you for weighing their precious name down.

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"I thought you didn't drink?" You sat between your brothers in a bar, downing your third beer. "I lost my dignity. Might as well lose my liver." You slurred, leaning your head back as you let the liquid trickle down your throat.

Everyone around the booth felt the dark aura coming from you. This wasn't Seventeen, the mysterious girl. Neither was this the Y/N, the girl they'd briefly met with last year.

Your eyes didn't shine like they used to, and there was this permanent scowl on your face. "Sorry I'm lat—She's—" Max dropped his jaw, pointing at you finishing the bottle and slamming it on the table.

"Drinking, yeah." Killian mumbled as he kept his eyes on you. "I think it's kind of funny." Daniel chuckled, sliding a tequila shot on the table towards you.

"Yuki should have this. For his highest ever Points finiiiish!! P FOUUUUR!" You cheered along with the rest of the table, sliding the glass towards your teammate.

"I shouldn't—" He tried to decline only for you and everyone else to start chanting` his name. You pat his back once he downed it. The Japanese couldn't help but smile as you gave him a toast, a beginning to a nice friendship.

Max couldn't help but feel left out. Weren't you friends with him first?

Wasn't he the one that was by your side when your uncle got a heart attack? Took care of Leila? Stayed by your side when people found out your name? Comforted you when the news of your now late uncle came out?

"That's enough drinking for you." Max commented, pulling the bottle out of your hands. He had found you standing in a random corner, nodding your head to the music Heyy, no fair!" You pouted trying to reach for it, only to end up finding yourself leaning on his chest for balance. "Yah Allahhhh. Enta dafi awiii." [oh wow, you're so warm] You giggled quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Max felt his stomach do flips, his free hand gently finding its way to the small of your back for extra support. This was going to be a long night.

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liked by alphataurif1 and yukitsunoda0511 and 49k others player.17 the only time i'll wear makeup and pose

user did she just cut her hair ↳ player.17 no, i made a rocket and invaded mars

user why tf would you chop it off like that ↳ user exactly! the only thing she has is her looks and now shes ruining that too ↳ user id still fuck her idc

user ok but like- we miss your smile y/n ↳ user who the fuck is we ↳ user WE? WHAT?? who the fuck is we??? ↳ user we? who's we? where we? WHEN WE?? HOW WE ↳ user there is no we ↳ user speak for yourself ↳ user no, we dont, we dont miss your smile y/n

user wtf is yuki doing in the likes, like we dont see him ↳ user they're teammates?

user is she smoking? ↳ user its fake, she's an athlete, she doesnt smoke

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R4, MEDIA DAY Thursday, April 4 2024 — Suzuka International Racing Course, Japan

"Noo!!" Your turned looking back to see your teammate on his knees a few feet away from you. "The world is going to fall apart." He mumbled faking his death, falling face down.

You could only chuckle to yourself watching him, putting your hands on your hips as you watched Max stop by looking at the sprawled out Yuki confused. "Whats up with him?" He questioned, nudging the short man with his foot.

"Don't kick me Max, I will bite you." Yuki warned sitting up and pushing Max's leg away. "What are you fussing about anyway—HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESE CRACKERS." Max regretted leaving you alone that week between Australia and Japan. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" He was the one fussing now, taking your short locks in his hair, mouth wide with shock.

"IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU? YOU HAVE HAIR LIKE RUPUNZEL!! WHY— WHY?!" You could only laugh to yourself as Max argued with himself, putting his hands on his head, wide eyed and in shock. "You've lost your traveling alone privileges, I don't care. I'm not letting you do stupid shit ever again."

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all this max content is feeding my max obsession lately🫠 ive been completely sucked into a fwb!max hole and i love it! and especially some jealous max fucking you in a club bathroom after making him mad at a party 😮😮😮

y'all know I love some fwb!max + I had to throw in some dan for good measure <3

A night out in Monaco was nothing if not extravagant and well.. star studded. Max has asked you to join him for the night, as friends of course, which meant you were basically on your own when he got pulled into a conversation with someone.

Luckily for you, you bumped into Daniel, who you hadn't seen since the news broke that he'd be returning to Red Bull.

"Congrats Danny!" Your arms were over his shoulders when you hugged him, the two of you in the middle of the crowd of people.

"Thank you, lady! Where's your other half?" He teased, looking around for Max.

Daniel was the only one who knew of your little friends with benefits arrangement with Max. Every now and then, Daniel liked to rile up Max, making him think that he was flirting with you when he was most definitely not.

You nod towards the bar, Max was laughing at whatever the man was telling him. "He's been busy all night, I don't know why I even bother coming out with him." You complained to his friend and Daniel's arm hung over your shoulder.

"Max who? Let's dance!" He pulls you with him to the dance floor, the two of you jumping to the loud music.

His arm moves from your shoulder to around your waist and you looked up at him confused. Daniel leans down to whisper in your ear, "he's looking."

You nod, stepping a little closer so you were pushed against Daniel. It didn't take long for Max to come find you two, his hand above Daniel's and he's behind you; leaving you pinned between the two of you.

Now if this wasn't something out of your dreams, I don't know what it was but that was a story for another time.

"Danny, mate. Can I borrow her?" He asks his friend, already pulling you away from the man. Daniel nods, winking at you as you let Max pull you off and down the hallway.

You had a feeling you were about to get what you wanted.

"What was that?" Max asks, arms folded over his chest, his face inches from yours.

"What was what, Max?"

He huffs, his chest practically against yours when he speaks. "Don't flirt with my friends, I don't like that shit."

"Not like I'm your girlfriend."

That flipped something in him, Max grabbing you and turning you to face the counter. You're bent over the grimy marble, he's pushing your dress up over your hips when you hear the clink of his belt.

Max's hand hold your hip firmly when he pushes into you. There's knocks on the other side of the door but neither of you cared enough to stop.

His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. The outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too. 

Your eyes find him in the mirror and you don’t even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you’re saying. 

"You're mine," the words leave his mouth, his eyes on yours.

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Hi, I love love love your ficlets and I was wondering if you'd consider writing more of omega Max? Maybe Daniel asking him to be his omega?

max/daniel. 1,329 words. part 1 here.

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It’s George that really makes Daniel do it.

Sat in the pit lane at Mercedes, they can both see Red Bull next door and Daniel’s eyes are trained on Max goofing around with his mechanics. He can’t hear the conversation from here but he can see Max’s bright, beautiful smile, can see the way he preens under the attention and gentle touches from the alphas around him.

Next to Daniel, George is leaned up, arms folded over his chest, watching the same scenes unfold. Daniel isn’t jealous, isn’t angry, has no reason to be. Max is patently uninterested in other alphas in the paddock and everyone with a working nose can tell he spends all his time with Daniel. But it’s not like Max is his omega, or anything. Not… not officially, anyway.

Daniel thinks of Max as his, though. He has for a long time now.

But Max is on the upward trajectory of an omega’s lifetime and Daniel doesn’t want to get in his way. He’s not the first omega to win a WDC but he’s the first to do it twice, and he’s soaring through this season on his way to a third. Daniel wants to watch him do it and not be distracted or worrying about being a good omega to an alpha, so. He’s helped Max through his heats, and cuddled him when he needed the touch, and looked after him the best he could whilst giving room for him to fly.

But it hurts him, Daniel knows. It hurts to feel that pull, that yearn for Max, and not be bonded to him. His body wants it, it takes everything he’s got not to sink his teeth into Max’s sweet neck every time they’re intimate. The sickly tug in his heart every time they’re apart and Max isn’t his omega is harder and harder to deal with.

“Mate, you know he’s just waiting for you, right?” George asks him, knocking his shoulder against Daniel’s and turning his gaze back to the Red Bull pits where Max and a couple mechanics are standing together chatting. “You know how he is.”

Daniel looks back at George, frowning before looking back to Max again.

“How he is?” Daniel asks, not sure what to make of that. Daniel knows a lot of things about Max. He knows the croak of his sleepy morning voice and the way he likes his eggs. He knows the way Max talks in his sleep and the little trio of freckles on his lower back that make a perfect triangle. He knows the sound of his sweet little omega coos and the way he smells when he comes. Daniel knows how Max is.

“The way he was raised,” George continues, shrugging a bit. “Just, all he knows is racing, and maybe his own instincts but I don’t think he knows how to say that he wants you to pick him. He probably feels it but doesn’t know how to say it. And you know how his dad was, all traditional weird shit. He probably doesn’t think he can ask you,” he says and Daniel frowns, pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

George is… maybe right. Max is not so good at talking about his feelings and making decisions for himself about even the simplest things. He was never allowed to, was pushed harder than most because of his omega status Daniel knows what Max has been through.

He reels as he considers what George is saying. Max has never let his omega status get in the way of racing or meeting his goals but relationships are a bit different. He knows Jos fed Max all kinds of horrible ideas about alphas and omegas, some vulgar and condescending innuendos about Max ‘tying’ himself to an alpha and ruining his career…

“Oh,” Daniel says, almost a whisper as he watches Max toss his head back in delighted laughter, the smooth column of his throat on display for all to see. Daniel knows, intimately, what that skin tastes like. Smells like. Feels like beneath his lips.

“Just saying,” George says with a laugh as he claps Daniel on the shoulder, pushes himself off the wall. “Everyone in this paddock knows who he belongs to except you,” he grins before heading back into the garage. Daniel stares, stomach twisting as he processes the information.

He’s wanted, so many times, to make Max his. He’s wanted to ask him, to court him, to bite him.

George is… right.

George is right.

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That night after the race, tucked into the private bedroom at the back of Max’s plane, Daniel looks at Max curled up in the bed, scrolling through his phone. He’s freshly showered, hair soft, cozy in comfy clothes and beautiful as ever. Daniel’s sat criss-cross apple sauce on the end of the bed, finishing up some emails, but he can’t ignore his conversation with George anymore.

“You smell nervous,” Max says, peeking over the top of his phone down at Daniel at the end of the bed. Max has a keen nose and Daniel can’t hide anything.

He laughs as he closes his laptop and sets it aside, makes the crawl toward Max where he lays down next to him, faces him on the bed and shrugs.

“I am, I guess,” Daniel says, and it’s true, but he’s also astutely aware that he can smell Max’s feelings just as well. “I have something to ask you,” Daniel continues, takes a little breath as he watches Max set his phone down and turn onto his side to face Daniel properly. So attentive.

Max’s scent, for what it’s worth, doesn’t change to sharp anxiety at all. He’s open, ready, willing to hear whatever it is Daniel has to say.

“Maxy,” Daniel says with a little smile, reaches up to brush his fingertips over Max’s high cheekbone, down his sharp jawline. He’s just going to come out with it, he thinks. No prepared speech. No declarations of grand feelings. Just straight to the point, which he knows is more Max’s style.

Max leans into Daniel’s touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Daniel’s fingertips trace over his cheek before coming to settle his hand against the side of Max’s neck. His pretty blue eyes blink open again, focused on Daniel. Patient, sweet, curious.

“Can I be your alpha, Maxy?” Daniel asks him, unable to help the wide grin breaking out on his face. He can smell the moment Max processes the question; can smell the spike of Max’s soft, warm, omega scent – like warm sunshine on fresh sheets, sea air, summer.

“I think, probably Daniel, you have been for a long time,” Max says, and he’s smiling too. “But I of course would like it if you would bite me.”

He’s so open. So willing. So ready. Daniel marvels at all Max has been through and the ways in which he can be so warm, gentle, loving regardless.

“Me too,” Daniel agrees, leans in for a soft kiss. Now is definitely not the time but his heart jumps at the thought of it. “I’ve been thinking of you as mine for a long time. I… I’m sorry, if you were waiting. I just had to work it out, I guess,” he admits, a little bashful. Max nods against his pillow, reaches out to tangle their fingers together.

“We got here, didn’t we?” Max asks, so casual, so easy going. It makes Daniel laugh and tug Max in to his arms, gives him a squeeze and nuzzles his face in Max’s hair.

“We did,” Daniel agrees, still laughing as they settle together, cuddled up, the white noise of the plane familiar and relaxing at this point.

Daniel falls asleep thinking about forging their bond, leaving a mating mark on Max for all the world to see, thinks about proving to Max that a life tied to an alpha, to him, is never going to hold him back.