FORMULA ONE - ONE SHOTS !

My Idiot - Max Verstappen

driver: Max Verstappen

pronouns: Not Mentioned

prompt: "main" is drunk! (slight mention of violence, but it's nothing bad!)

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Max walked around the penthouse frantically looking for something of his, he walked outside of the bathroom where you were getting ready multiple times and didn't exactly notice you in there besides the fact that the light was on, he kept on looking for the thing he needed as he tossed the couch cushions over his head and looked for what he needed under there and still be very much unlucky he placed the cushions back and looked around his desk and his racing sim to make sure it somehow didn't end up there but still nowhere to be found, it was upsetting him that he didn't find it where he was sure he left it but it was more upsetting that he hadn't even found it yet and the time to leave the house was already cutting it pretty close so while he looked for the thing he needed he called up your name multiple times to make sure you were ready to leave to be answered with a countdown of minutes that you would take because he had taken the time to stay longer than expected in the shower and when you found him with his forehead in the cold ceramic feeling the water rush down his back you noticed he got too relaxed and was starting to doze off into a weird shower sleep.

"baby come on! we have to leave already." He said as he opened a cabinet on top of him as if the thing would appear there where the mugs were stored in, you pressed your hand into his lower back and kissed his jaw lightly.

"did you even consider asking me where it was?" You asked as his lost gaze fixated on you and then the chain with your initial hanging on your hand. "remember you gave it to me after your last race... because it felt loose... I got it fixed for you." You smiled, his eyes lit up and quickly wrapped his arms around you feeling grateful that you had it and it wasn't completely lost.

"thank you so... much." He said pulling away and with his eyes tracing every bit of your body that he hadn't noticed before as you were wearing the brand new outfit he gladly bought for you. "ooh you look nice." He said pulling your body closer to him as he slowly made his way up to your face with his eyes. "are we sure we even want to go out?" He asked as his other hand now made its way to hold you closer, you scoffed and rolled your eyes making him smile enjoying your reaction to what he had said.

"it's your friend's party, you love going to bars." You said as you placed the necklace back where it belonged and once it was clipped you rested fixed it under his dress shirt.

"yeah but I also love how you look right now and I don't really find the need to go." He said, you smiled and rolled your eyes again.

"we promised we'd go..." You said brushing your fingers in his arms and giving them a light squeeze as your eyes now scanned what he was wearing which was his usual jeans, a dress shirt with nothing under and a black jacket to top it off.

"we didn't... but fine." He pressed his lips against the corner of your lips and pulled away to leave you standing, he grabbed the keys and waited for you to come out of your flustered shock, once the both of you were in the car he started to make sure which one of the both of you were going to be drinking the less to drive the car back home but since he was not feeling enough to drink like always he decided himself that he would be the one not drinking that much, either way you were a lightweight and took alcohol really hard when it hit your system making every hard liquor hit you as if you had four glasses of it. "schat please remember to be careful with the drinks alright?" He said with his eyes straight on the road.

"I always am." You smiled, he hummed in disagreement. "I am!" You hit his arm lightly.

"if you get into a fight, we're going home immediately." He warned, you sighed, the last time you took a little too much it was during Max's second world championship, where you found out that one of the sides that comes out too much with alcohol is you fight or flight side, making you fight verbally with everyone that might cross a line but luckily Max was always very aware of that side of you and took you away before you started to physically fight anyone.