Formula 1 Imagines

13 > Max Verstappen - Welcome Home

resquested by mortalskarlets

You liked having the place for yourself. Nobody cared if you decided to take a shower at 3 am or if you would watch Netflix until the sun would rise, but more importantly, nobody cared if you would put loud music on.

This is exactly what you were doing at the moment. Max was yet to be back from Milton Keynes where he had done some sim work before the Canadian Grand Prix. He was supposed to come back tonight, but he had yet to text you that his plane had landed in Nice and he was on his way to Monaco. What you didn't know, was that he was already on his way home, but he had forgotten to tell you.

You were playing your music of the moment, screaming the lyrics as you were cooking yourself something for dinner, throwing some weird dance move here and here. The music was so loud that you didn't hear Max coming into the apartment. He smiled as he closed the door behind him, he could hear your loud signing over the music. He let down the suitcase on the floor and walked into the apartment, following where the music was coming from in hope to find you there. It led him to the kitchen, exactly where you were.

He took a moment to look at you, how cute you looked in one of his oversized shirts and a pair of tight leggings too caught up in your own little world to even notice him. He smiled before getting closer to you and eventually wrap up his strong arms around your waist. That was when the chorus of your favourite song came on and you started one of your weird dances once again. You let out a scream as you felt your elbow hitting something hard behind you when nothing was supposed to be there. You turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you, the same boyfriend that you thought was still in England.

"Kut," groaned loudly Max, holding his nose in his hand. "Oh my god," you gasped, guessing that the hard thing that you hit was Max's noise. "Are you ok?" you stupidly asked after turning off the music. Of course, he wasn't okay. "For fuck's sake," cursed again Max, this time in English. "Let me see," you slowly approached him, taking his hands out of his face. He then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in, wanting to get rid of the uncomfortable sensation of his heart pounding in his noise. You cupped his face with your soft hands and you inspected it, trying to see if it was broken or not. His skin had turned to bright red colour, but there was no blood to be seen and his nose didn't have a weird shape.

"Good news, it doesn't seem broken and you're not bleeding," you announced. "Still hurt like a bitch," he groaned and you chuckled. "Welcome home?" you bit your bottom lip, trying to not laugh at the situation. "Yeah, what a welcome," he sarcastically replied as he finally opened his eyes. His usual ocean blue eyes were now red and watery, it was clear that Max was fighting the urge to cry.

"Can you forgive me?"

"Depends, can I get a kiss as a welcome next time?"

"Depends, will you text me when you'll leave the airport and that you're on your way home next time?" you throw back at him, raising an eyebrow making Max roll his eyes.

"Yes, I will. Now can you stop sounding like my mom and kiss me now?" You smiled at him, bringing down his face closer to yours until your lips connected. "Happy now?"

"Very."

shitty os with a shitty ending sorreh.