Max Verstappen (Imagines / One shot)

This is why you shouldn't scare your wife...

Summary: Max decides to pull a prank on you. Let's say it didn't go as planned...

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You have been looking for the Ikea toolbox you bought on purpose to build his furniture from hell for several minutes in the garage. On a whim, you decided to build a new TV cabinet, but in the end, you had to create three bookcases for your book collection. In your search, you find small frames to hang on the wall you bought several months ago but still need to do something with. Determined to take advantage of this quiet Sunday to do all this, you take them with you.

Max went to play with friends on the console, so you never thought you'd be bothered. You just bought your first house together, and it was weird at first to live in a big house alone most of the time, but you got used to it, and then you travel a lot too with Max.

You head for the door to return to the living room. You take the time to close the light behind you. When all of a sudden, a scream to your right makes you jump in fear. You start screaming murder and do the first thing that comes to mind. You throw the hammer you have in your hands toward the noise source.

A sound of breaking glass is heard, and you burst into tears when you notice that it's Max with a bloody clown mask.

"What did you do?" You scream, and you cry at the same time after him.

You drop the hammer in amazement and continue to scream in fear. Max immediately regrets this prank he wanted to play on you and tries to take you in his arm.

"Am sorry! I'm sorry," he exclaims, hiding his laugh as best he can.

"My god," you cry in disbelief.

"Sorry, sorry..." he tries to take you in his arm, but you push him away.

"My mirror," you declare, looking at the damage you have done.

He exploded into a million pieces on the floor and against the wall. He laughs harder at your reaction, but you're angry and scared. He doesn't realize how frightened you were and how badly you could have hurt him. You push him to let you pass and lock yourself in the bathroom. You are shaking so much that your emotions are intense. You burst into tears again once the pressure fell.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so much."

"Go away!"

"Get out of there. Come, I'll make you a hot chocolate," he says softly against the door.

"Please, Max, leave me alone."

"I know that you are angry and that you were terrified. I apologize."

"No, you don't know! I thought you were a thief or, worse, a murderer. I could have smashed your skull with my hammer. You are very sick." You keep crying and screaming your words.

You hear Max through the door sigh and get up. You listen to him pick up the glass and remove the mirror from the wall. You don't want to be mad, but you are. You don't understand why he had this stupid idea to scare you.

You feel your phone vibrate, and you grab it. You see dozens of messages appearing on your Instagram account. You don't understand, and you open Lando's message. "Are you okay? I saw Max's live. »

You don't have time to answer him when he sends you the video. You watched it several times before finally pausing it. Now you know how he got that stupid idea.

Hundreds of comments appear on the screen, and you read some.

« He nearly went to heaven for a joke.... »

« « What did you do? » She almost killed you, and she's worried about the mirror??!!! I love her. »

« Hammer Time »

And the list goes on.

You can't hear anything behind the door, so you get up and slowly walk out of the room. You look around to see if Max is still there, but no. You take a deep breath and walk towards the kitchen. You drink a large glass of water, drying the tears in your eyes.

You take a deep breath and turn around. He is sitting on the armchair in the living room. He watches you from afar. You know he doesn't know what to do anymore. So you do it for him. You look at him before you walk toward him. Fear shows on his face before he says anything. You push him back into the chair and bury your head in your neck, wrapping your arms around him.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips.

"I'm still angry. It will take a lot to be able to redeem yourself. And I saw the video. We'll soon already have a million views," you say, putting him back in his place. "Come on, get up! You're going to help me finish my bookshelves for once."

"You shouldn't just..." he says, following you towards the Ikea boxes.

You glare at him, and he shuts up. He takes you in his arms and gives you a soft kiss on the lips, apologizing again.