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  1. Public Bookmark 71

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    Daniel always hated throwing up.

    Hated the feeling of heat, the constricting of his throat, and the taste, all of which sort of be soothed away by his mothers fingers carding through his hair or a soothing hand rubbing his back.

    But more than all that? He hated the feeling of almost throwing up. The tight throat, the taste of acid, the burning in his nose, all for nothing. He’d rather shove three fingers in this throat to finish the job than to leave himself with that feeling.

    But he’s not at home sick, and there’s no one to soothe him through the feeling as watches Max’s car crash into the barriers on the screen.

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    Dramatized version of Silverstone because I’m still not over it, sue me. This came to me in a dream I’m not kidding

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    27 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    #touched

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    27 Mar 2026

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    myloves

  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    Max is staring. Daniel is tired of constantly trying to make the right decisions.

    Monaco Grand Prix 2023

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    26 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    mhmhmhmhm

  4. Public Bookmark 56

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    Max and his many sufferings.

    or: unhinged therapy for me by me.

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    22 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    lovely

  5. Public Bookmark 66

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    Monaco belongs to Charles.

    This is his home race, his people. Even on pole, Max feels almost claustrophobic surrounded by a devotion not meant for him; a devotion that he could never give.

    Max tells himself it doesn't matter anymore, that whatever they had is gone. Still, the ache lingers, blooming behind his ribs whenever he catches a flash of red. He clings to control because it's the only thing keeping him steady. If he can just win this race, maybe he won't have to look too closely at what he lost.

    Monaco, though...

    Monaco doesn't let him forget. Monaco takes, and it keeps asking Max for a price he can't pay. Not today, and definitely not tomorrow.

    If only he could make it to tomorrow.

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    15 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    ive never felt stronger post fic clarity i think