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Wayward Moeyy
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Let’s Make Trouble in the Dream World - Prelude
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Max Verstappen x Reader (for now?)
Series Warnings: This series will rip you apart from the inside. This is going to be an emotional rollercoaster. For all of my fellow Sleep Token fans, yes, this series is strongly inspired by my favorite ST lyrics. Welcome to this weird, wild ride. Individual chapter warnings will be posted at the top of each chapter. Please read them carefully. 18+ only please.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, unsure feelings in a relationship, feeling emotionally vulnerable, mention of media interfering with personal life.
“Perfect for each other?” you spat, crinkling the magazine in your fists. “They don’t even know anything about either of us, not really.” You huffed, leaning your head back against the plush top of your recliner. “Do they really know if we’re so perfect for each other? How the fuck do they know that? I mean, no one asked me.”
Max snickered callously. “So what if they think we’re perfect for each other? Are we not? Why are you so offended by that?”
You pursed your lips and paused. That was a fabulous question. There really wasn’t a great answer. But, there was something about the thought of people thinking you and Max were perfect for each other that made you want to gag. No one is perfect for each other. And, like you said, they didn’t know who the fuck you were.
Sure, you were a semi-famous rock star that gained quick popularity though social media. And, well, Max was Max. He was the newest prodigy of Red Bull Racing, two time Formula One Racing champion of the world.
But that was it. That was all they could possibly know about you. You had kept your relationship a secret for longer than you ever wanted to disclose to anyone. You were only figured out about five months prior, when the two of you were discovered holding hands in public. Public affection, God forbid.
But they didn’t know the first thing about you, or Max, or what the rest of the world was calling a relationship. You made it to the races most of the time, trying your hardest to base your scattered music tour on the race schedule, having just enough of them in different parts of the world to make it less conspicuous.
However, the world knew your face now, and his face, and they wanted to learn as much as they could about you without asking for the real truth. That was the media, spreading assumptions about people’s lives based on what they see, and not what they’ve been told by credible sources.
You sighed, letting yourself practically melt into the chair. None of that mattered right now. What mattered was the distraught look on Max’s face, and your indifference to it. The latter is what startled you the most.
“What?” You chimed, trying to sound like you were caught daydreaming. But, Max wasn’t falling for it.
Max stood in front of you, looking down. “Why are you so offended by people thinking we’re perfect together?” He lowered his head a little, crossing his arms over his chest as his cheekbones reddening. “Is that such a bad thing?”
Shit, that hurt. Your emotions rolled like a tidal wave in your stomach as you watched his eyes turn glassy. Finally, you shook your head.
“I’m not mad that they think we’re perfect together,” you sighed. You couldn’t tell if that was a lie or not. But, that thought could fuck off for now.
You reached out, grasping his hand in yours as he stared down at you. “It’s the fact that there are people who have never even talked to me making assumptions about my life.” You shook your head again. “It’s maddening.”
Max nodded, letting out a deep sigh. “Welcome to being famous, geliefde. I know it’s new to you, but you learn to ignore it.” He offered a sweet smile. “At least you don’t have to go through it alone.
You nodded, unable to help but smile. Shit, this man could be alluring when he wanted to. You had no idea what had its teeth in you lately, but in that moment, you didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was the man right in front of you, and the race this coming weekend. Oh, and your concert the evening after qualifying. You didn’t want to dwell on the weird feelings drifting through your mind.
Max pulled you up from your favorite chair and pulled you to him. His feather light scent of cologne was warm, inviting, familiar. You let him hold you against his chest, matching his slow, rhythmic breathing, as if you were singing in sync. One hand cradled the back of your head, while the other completely supported you at the waist.
“Whatever if bothering you, schatje, we will get through it together. But, we don’t have to figure it all out tonight.”
You let out a deep, shuddered sigh. You had no idea where all of this was coming from. Your emotions, his emotions. Max was sweet, but he was never this tender with you. Honestly, you hadn’t even opened up to him all that much, ever. Whatever this was, this was new. It wasn’t unwanted, but something about it felt off. Not forced, but just not entirely natural.
With another deep breath, you shoved the intrusive thoughts out, and let Max lead you to your shared room. The rest could wait until the morning.
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Wow, this dashboard looks different…
Oh, and hi. 😁🤪
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