"You must like me for me."
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"Racing is the only thing I'm good at, that's my personality."
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"I don't really have friends or a personality, that's what Twitter says, anyways."
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Max Verstappen Fanfiction
Max X Fem OC
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Seychelles felt like the perfect escapade, a sanctuary where one could find solace amidst the azure waters, golden sands, and lush greenery. For Max Verstappen, this trip served a dual purpose - a chance to clear his mind and, perhaps, to finally experience life beyond the racetrack.
Max had recently secured his first world championship in a whirlwind season of Formula 1. It was a victory that had divided the world's opinions, with passionate debates over whether he truly deserved the title. On his tumultuous journey to becoming champion, Max had sacrificed much, gained a few accolades, and lost a girlfriend halfway through the previous season. However, despite his incredible achievements, his father's incessant nagging had not ceased.
In search of respite, Max found himself on a plane heading to Seychelles, a destination known for its pristine beauty and tranquil atmosphere. Running away from problems had always been his default response, and now he was seeking solace on this secluded island.
Max found himself on the private beach of the luxurious resort in Seychelles, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to his thoughts.
He wasn't alone in this idyllic setting. By his side, Max's only other companion was Philip, his manager and the one friend he could truly count on. While Max had acquaintances and friends back in the Formula 1 world, there were only two individuals he considered his best friends.
One of them was Charles, the Ferrari driver who had remained in Monaco with his family during this tropical escape. The other best friend was Philip, who had been Max's manager for years.
As Max stood by himself, the gentle waves of Seychelles lapping at his feet, he suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. Turning to his right, he was met with a girl, approximately 50 meters away, standing amidst the waves and giggling. She appeared to be out of breath, her laughter filling the air like sweet music.
Before Max could react, three more girls came rushing towards her, playfully pushing her into the water. She resurfaced from the waves, gasping for breath, and began shouting excitedly in what sounded like Korean. Her joy was infectious, and Max couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
She was nothing short of angelic to look at, her eyes crinkling as she laughed, her radiant smile lighting up the beach. Max watched in fascination as she playfully chased after her friends, the golden sand beneath their feet mirroring the warmth. His heart skipped a beat as he admired her beauty and the genuine happiness she radiated.
It wasn't until Philip's voice called out to him that Max reluctantly tore his gaze away from the enchanting spectacle.
New Year's Eve had arrived, and Max found himself reluctantly dragged to the resort's grand celebration event. As the night unfolded, he stood by himself at the bar, sipping his drink and politely greeting anyone who recognized him. Max was used to being in the spotlight, but tonight, he hoped to remain inconspicuous, allowing himself to be a mere spectator.
The party was in full swing, with guests from around the world coming together to welcome the new year with fervour. The atmosphere was electric, with pulsating music and a sea of colourful lights illuminating the dance floor. Max couldn't help but feel somewhat out of place amidst the jubilant crowd.
However, as he surveyed the room, his eyes suddenly landed on a familiar face. There she was, the girl he had seen on the beach, now at the center of the dance floor, moving gracefully to the sensual party music. She wore a backless slip dress, its delicate straps appearing as though they might slip off at any moment.
Max couldn't take his eyes off her, captivated by her effortless beauty and the way she moved with such natural grace. The enchanting sight of her dancing in the vibrant atmosphere held him in a trance, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else.
As Max Verstappen continued to stare at the captivating girl on the dance floor, a sense of familiarity began to nag at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen her before, perhaps on television, but he couldn't quite place her. However, he assumed she must be a celebrity-an actress or singer-given her radiant presence and the way she effortlessly commanded the attention of the room.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed her approaching the bar, drawing closer to where he stood. In a futile attempt to avert his gaze, Max took another sip of his drink. She ordered herself a drink and settled onto a barstool, her eyes eventually meeting his.
"Would you like to dance?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
Max blinked, momentarily taken aback by the invitation. "Sorry?" he replied, as if seeking clarification.
A warm smile graced her lips as she repeated her request, "Would you like to dance? I noticed you standing all alone, and I really want to get back to the dance floor, but I don't want to dance alone. Would you be willing to join me?"
Max was caught off guard, his racing heart making it difficult for him to form a coherent response. He heard himself agreeing, though deep down, he was well aware that he didn't have the slightest clue about dancing.
With a newfound sense of anticipation and a hint of nervousness, Max found himself taking her hand as they made their way to the dance floor.
On the crowded dance floor, Max found himself following her lead, his hands resting gently on her waist. They moved gracefully to the rhythm of Charlie Puth's "Attention," the lyrics resonating with Max on a deeper level, much like the question he had silently pondered earlier, "What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?"
The music swirled around them, creating an intimate bubble where time seemed to stand still. Despite his initial apprehension about dancing, Max soon found himself lost in the moment. The world outside of their embrace faded away, and for that fleeting instant, it was just the two of them, connected by the music and the unspoken language of their bodies.
As the countdown for New Year's Eve began, the excitement in the air was palpable. The girl, like everyone else, joined in the enthusiastic chanting, her voice blending with the lively crowd. As the clock struck midnight, fireworks illuminated the Seychellois sky, marking the beginning of a new year.
In the midst of this euphoric moment, she made eye contact with Max, a silent connection that transcended the chaos of the celebration. Seconds later, she pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Max responded eagerly, his heart racing as he held her tightly.
As they broke from the kiss, both gasping for air, there was a sense of enchantment in the air. Max found himself lost in the intensity of the moment, his thoughts and worries momentarily forgotten.
"Riri," a voice called out, interrupting their reverie. The girl turned to see her friends standing nearby, patiently waiting for her. She turned back to Max, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, before running off to join her friends.
Max watched her disappear into the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling within him. The mysterious girl had entered his life like a shooting star, leaving a trail of wonder and longing in her wake.
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AhriKim Sun-kissed and Seychelles-obsessed
Tagged Saralee, Sarang, JeonJiah
User 3 God she is so fucking pretty I am obsessed.
User 2 God gives some people everything, fame, talent, clear skin
SaraLee I don't wanna leave you girls and go back to Korea.
↳ Sarang move to Monaco.
↳ jeonjiah yes, please.
User 5 Are all world champions in Seychelles? Even Max posted vacay pics from there.
