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#also i forgot to say that kelly is obviously Jos's ex wife not max's gf
lilyrizzy · 11 months
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thank you @gratisdiamanten @boxboxlewis @officialmood @thewindowatkirkland and @flawlessassholes @semperama for tagging me to post the first part of my WIPs! I was a bit confused if it was meant to be first sentence or first little chunk, so i went with chunk! hope was okay!
this one is for my age play fic!
It starts with space.  
Less and less of it between them in their bed every night. Max’s arms reaching for Daniel to wrap around his neck, to press his throat into the hard-soft hollow of his throat.  
“I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” Daniel teases, even as he wraps his arms around Max, holding him tightly to him.  
Max simply shrugs, makes a soft noise, something that sounds more like a sigh than a protest, but doesn’t say anything else.  
Quiet is a part of it too, because mostly like this, Daniel ends up having entire conversations with only Max’s nods or hummed acknowledgements as answers. At first, he wonders if Max is trying to let Daniel, ‘talk himself out,’ but it soon becomes obvious that this something different entirely, because when Daniel pushes for an answer one time, Max shakes his head, burrowing further into the space underneath Daniel’s arm pit with a soft whine.  
“Okay baby, you can sleep,” Daniel tells him with a startled laugh, fingertips tracing the shape of hearts up and down Max’s spine.  
this is for my own cloud!
Blue Jaye kicks her feet underneath her knitted blanket, the colour of it’s-a-girl-pink. The delicate pastel is a stark contrast to the blue-purple smudges underneath Kelly’s eyes as she holds her, cradled carefully in her arms. On the TV behind where Max and Victoria stand, the highlight of Monza FP2 are playing, and as the commentators discuss Ricciardo’s recovery system failure, she makes an angry sounding noise.   
“Maybe she doesn’t like to be stared at,” Victoria suggests, already turning her attention back to her phone, the brand new iPhone Papa brought for her. Her jaw is moving furiously around fuchsia chewing gum, and every so often there’s a loud crack as she blows and then pops a bubble. Even though Kelly asked her not to, because of course the noise will upset the baby.
Sitting down a little too hard next to Kelly, she jostles Blue Jaye, so maybe it is even on purpose. Max knows she didn’t like it when Papa told her it would be a girl.  
“How would she know you are looking?” Kelly snaps, unhappy as she tries to settle Jaye again. “Her eyes are closed, Victoria.”  
Victoria shrugs, not looking up from Twitter, and doesn’t say anything.  Max doesn’t argue either, but of course he knows that you can tell when someone is standing over you, even with your eyes shut.   
andddd dystopia au
It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.  
When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him, waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries about how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be real.  
On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living. It’s happened before; drivers going mad.  
It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress, and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing pamphlet, it’s not a real photograph, not like one Max would take of him himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.  
Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like- 
“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that if Max didn’t know was exactly what Daniel was kept around for, he might think was real.  
tagging @catofthecanals289 @love-leah @fricative-pharyngiale if you wanna!
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