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Do you ever wonder how people change right in front of our eyes and we don’t see? A little gap and in walks Satan. And he speaks lies that people believe without giving the benefit of the doubt to their loved one……and they buy the lies hook, line, and sinker. And then they use those lies to plan their next step and in turn, begin lying to their loved one to cover their tracks to f their sin.
I miss the guy who used to be so excited for me to come home from work. The guy that used to send me text messages throughout the day to say he missed me and could wait for me to get home. The guy who used to send me flowers and tell me how he proud he was that I was HIS wife! I miss the guy who loved JESUS and talked about what GOD was doing in his life and how GOD spoke to him through the WORD. Yep, I miss that guy.
We are in the last days and deception by the master deceiver is real! Satan may think he’s won, BUT GOD!! 💪🏻🙏 As hard as this has been, I’m not the same woman I was 33 long months ago. I now know this was allowed for a reason. To strengthen my faith and help me to stand in the gap for my man. Like the woman in Luke 18:1, I’m persistently praying for reconciliation, which GOD promised very early on in my stand. He gave me two promises then a few more throughout these hard years. Every time I want to give in or give up, HE sends a message to me that I’m so close to breakthrough and I should not give up!
Some things I learned along the way:
Our spouse is not our enemy! We have one and his name is Satan! Don’t confuse the two!
My husband deserves my respect whether I feel like it or not. Yes, respect is earned, but I was severely lacking in this before all this happened. I’ve learned honor and respect.
Serving my spouse is my privilege as HIS wife.
Satan is actively trying to destroy my marriage and he knows EXACTLY what to dangle in front of my husband to divert his attention away from JESUS.
Spiritual warfare is real and only prayer and standing on the WORD as it is written can change the situation!
Nothing is hidden from God and nothing is too hard for him - no matter how it looks right now!
GOD is bigger than any problem we have. Greater is HE that is in me than he that is in the world!!!!
GOD is able!!!
HE won’t allow this season to be for naught! HE is working behind the scenes and HE will have the final word. While HE won’t force my spouse to turn from sin, HE can make him want to! I’m counting on that.
I meant every wedding vow I spoke before GOD and I’m cling to GOD with everything in me! ✝️
This post is just me sharing some of my struggles as a stander. I will not give in or give up! I may cry big tears, BUT GOD knows and sees everyone!
#marriage#last days#deceived#satanisalreadydefeated#spirtualgrowth#spiritualwarfarewarrior#praying#standingformymarriage#trust in god#trustinginhispromises#trustandobey#godly woman#proverbs31rocks#holiness#devotion#obedienceiskey#hearing his voice#a wife chasing GOD#GOD is able#wedding vows#my vows still stand#i love my husband#Satan is the master deceiver#Satan wants to destroy marriage
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does… does annabeth have other shirts?
cause no matter where she is, even if she’s away from camp or with her family or traveling, she’s almost always wearing a camp shirt
someone buy this girl a kohls gift card or something PLEASE
there are better colors than orange, bestie. so much better. there’s a whole other world out there. i recommend blue for you. that’s a good place to start i think 💙💙
#she wore a tank top in chalice of the gods and i was shook to my core#percy take your wife shopping right now#go to the mall#be a man#you can get a pretzel while you’re there#jesus christ#percy jackson#percabeth#annabeth chase#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#percy jackson and annabeth chase#percy and annabeth
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(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)
athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute
odysseus: what?
athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do
penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes
odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?
athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.
penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire
athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.
penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment
zeus: where are they going
hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-
#odysseus disappears midway because athena plants one on him so hard his soul evaporates#(strategic to make him stop from coming after them and also from passion she forgot to hold back for once)#(and also shes maybe possibly in love and cant wait to get vengeance on Calypsos bitch ass who hurt him so much for so long)#penelope has had to deal with calypos afteraffects for literally the rest of their lives. from flashbacks to odysseus inconsolably crying#at her feet for forgiveness some days even though shes always said frim the first moment that it wasnt his fault#the rest of the gods have to chase them down to prevent them from eternally torturing calypso (goddesses cant die <3)#athenas blazing mad and sick with guilt and horror. she couldn't attack before because it would be seen as an attack from olympus#but as a wife! as two wifes! no political implications there no holds barred calypso gets her ass BEAT#but also pls imagine them chasing her and gods chasing them round and round the island while screaming#odysseus wavered like 17 times on whether to ask hermes for a lift there or not but goes in the end#their honeymoon in truth ends up being on ogygia#athena lovingly and seductively teaching penelope how to fillet a person both of them covered in ichor#odysseus with a hand over his mouth blushing grinning tears in eyes torn between turned on and terrified to be back and crying coz they lov#him that much.#((he goes to her just before they leave in the cave she used to drag him to. she can barely hold herself up and hes shaking to approach))#((but he's stronger now. settled and satisfied and content. he kneels by her and sets down bandages next to her.))#((i told you i was married he says. and because his truest weapon is his tongue- if youd just listened i wouldve found us both a way out))#she sobs and he leaves. the scars will never fade fully but he feels lighter as he steps out into the sun where athene and pen are waiting.#bloodsoaked and being shouted at by hera but smiling at him widely and gleefully as he approaches. takes a hand each and presses him btwn.#he squeezes back with a smile and leans into them. his beautiful horrifying wives#odypenath#odypenetha#odysseus#penelope#athena#odypen#odyath#penath#epic the musical#love in paradise
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thinking about how expectant of her own death scully always was, but how completely struck by shock she was in mulder’s, despite how clear it had always been that he would one day die for the cause. tragedy in the x-files as something you should have been prepared for, but never could be, in scully standing at a funeral, as her mother had stood at her father’s, and barely being able to speak. she should be able to do this? bred to be a war widow, attached to an endless line. but no matter how many times she saw him put that gun to himself, or run off in front of another, she really did believe that he would always come back. she really did believe that there would never be a day where he didn’t just appear in the doorway again.
#‘oh my god you’re so naive / you’ll leave this world in a drunken heap / who’ll make the arrangements baby / them or me?’#oh father john misty we’re really in it now#that song (‘please don’t die’) has been discussed RE: msr before but it’s that ‘who’ll make the arrangements?’ line that sticks with me#in the song it’s from his wife’s point of view in his addiction/suicidality. how he’s always running off with ‘reptilian strangers.’#but it always makes me think of scully standing at that funeral and saying….he was the last one.#his sister is GONE. his mother is gone. his father is gone.#and that realization of…she had to plan that funeral. the flowers and the people and the priest and the grave.#she’s pregnant and she’s alone and he ran off after someone else or some answers as he always does. but who will make the arrangements?#in that moment at the funeral when skinner says….but he’s NOT the last one…..#she has to keep going because he’s left her this baby she’s carrying. and she is so ill-equipped and she carries so much perceived shame.#her mother did it. her mother WOULDVE done it- had ahab not come home one day. the women on the base she grew up on did it.#and anyone in the world could’ve told you that she would have to do it one day- no matter how many years she spends chasing after him#as he jumps onto moving trains or pulls the trigger on his own head or runs to the arctic#but she never actually thought she would. and now she’s realizing that she can’t.#and she’s planning a funeral and decorating a nursery at the same time and she is ‘just not capable’#txf.txt
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plagued by the shale/zevran conversation where zev said "creating a new life can be a great deal of fun" (and also nod to the control rod commentary lmao the best<3). but all i can think about is how fun and funny it would be to add a little more irony in that man's life and milana finds out she's with child lmao 😇
#i have to imagine it's after awakening when he returns from antiva + when the taint is still early enough to not leave her chances unlikely#and there's a lot of headcanon room there too before the HoF is officially chasing after the calling's cure around inquisition#and i wont lie i am a sentimental bitch and love the idea of peepaw cyrion and tio sorisss 🥺🙏#and i have to imagine when milana does eventually go searching for the cure their bb stays behind with soris and his wife and MANY KIDS!!#man. family. isn't that just so cute. im dead. i love it.#and also love the idea of an assassin harboring vulnerabilities he has to protect! family! a love! a child that came from love!#i am absolutely fucking COOKIN a 5 star meal in this kitchen rn.#zevana#aev rambles#god tho initial zev and milana live reactions to finding out she's pregnant is so hilarious to me i wont lie LMAO#*milana
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feeling slightly vindicated watching an RAS interview bc keep getting this feeling from the drizzt books that theyre very italian-american (as in, i see a lot of things i recognize from italian culture in it, but influenced and changed by american culture) and he said that he based off the culture of menzo partly on his hometown and then the sopranos/godfather which confirmed it to me
also he pronounces menzoberranzan the way i used to before someone else corrected me JKNDSKJFKDS
#i used to pronounce it MEN-zoh-buh-ran-ZAN#but then i got told its MEN-zoh-buh-RAN-zan#for those wondering what i recognize abt italian culture (so far)#a BIG emphasis on family and religion#the pressure to create big families with lots of connections to other family units#emphasis on showing yourself as not only being religious but actively involve yourself in religious affair#and chasing approval of god (lolth)/ saints (the yochlol) /higher religious figures (high priestesses and the baenres)#people will react with high disapproval and often shunning or rage at someone rejecting the religious order or even just the suspicion of i#and of course the enforcement of gender binaries with set roles between women and men#pretty interesting too that in nearly all families i know including my own the wife/mother is always the most religious figure in the house#with many being actively involved in the parish (my mom's a cathechist lol)#while often the men range from neutral to disinterested to outright agnostic (rarely atheist tho)#which is very similar to how in menzo the women are the ones in religious power#the american part is the heavy emphasis on showy fights and large scale battles#a focus on individualism over the collective#and the big family part often coming more as a “couple and possibly lovers having lots of children”#rather than also the extended family of grandparents uncles aunts and cousins often living nearby#or straight up together and sharing family activities#legend of drizzt#bani.txt
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for some reason nostalgia has me missing those stories where percy is betrayed by like everyone and gets taken in by chaos and is made like his champion or whatever the fuck and honestly i’m so tempted to write a story like that but with no betrayals and it’s just percabeth and some others being taken in by chaos and being badass but i can’t think of any other plot LMFAO
#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heros of olympus#annabeth chase#percabeth#fanfic#fanfiction#fic#chaos#bamf everyone LMAO#maybe them rebelling against the gods??#putting chaos and his wife order in charge of the universe#wait wait it’s all coming together#hold on#*opens google docs*#i’ll be back in a few weeks
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they are constantly on my mind and I don't want to get them out of my head
#percy de rolo#gabriel spn#theo raeken#adrian chase#I'm gonna add Rhetta Fenn too. I know she's my oc but gods. I am thinking about her constantly. she's my wife#aprils rambles
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"It's not that she doesn't like you, she just wants more for you then you want for yourself" okay well I've fought real damn hard to be happy where I am right now and if she's got an issue with that then my fist might just want to collide with her fucking face
#vent#personal#ham rambles#why am I so exhausted? oh right. just tried to talking to my dad aboit his wife#god forbid I find joy in my existence and not constantly chase after bigger things#god forbid I feel comfortable with myself
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city fans are soo dramatic like we've had a bad start (techinically) to the season since game 1 but the second we lose one match everyones like oh it's so over........ are the treble winners even on the pitch with us right now. me im city fans.
#gabby.txt#my one allotted sports post for the month sorry. anyways they better have a good physical therapist for juli bc he's carrying the#whole team on his little back. meanwhile haaland is wondering when his wife kdb will return from the war (injury)#and grealish is walking around forgetting that he's supposed to chase the ball when it's in front of him not just kick it. god. anyways#we deserved to lose and i hope it's humbling!!!!!!! pep was even out for like 3 matches (for a surgery but still.) he needs a reality check#god MEANWHILE that liverpool spurs match was so funnyyyyy bro you are down to 9 players and you go ahead and score an own goalllll dude
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#(trying to explain heavensward) it's like if someone factkinned so hard they could physically transform into miku binder thomas jefferson
ever think how poor fucking hraesvelgr had some random white woman kin his dead wife and hraesvelgr had to fucking break it to her, who was ready to jump his fucking bones for world peace, that she is in fact, just a random white woman with no relation, spiritual or otherwise, to his dead wife. literally the most awkward day for hraesvelgr, who can never seem to catch a break concerning anything related to his dead wife. insane.
#replaying 2.4 for Koryu SAM and realizing that Ava chases after Ysayle in desperation after she had to kill Bahamut aka her own god#like. how do you handle learning that this white woman who you put your trust into. who you indirectly killed people for. who youre gay for#did not know what the hell she was talking about and was just a hardcore kinnie. how do you cope with that information#IN YSAYLES DEFENSE HER KIN MEMORIES WERE REAL THEY WERE JUST THE ECHO. NO ONE EXPLAINED THAT SHIT TO HER#at least ava who tiamat factkins sort of wants to fuck her#ice wife#shitpost#hraesvelgr
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I was reading this morning in Proverbs during my devotions. A vivid picture popped into my mind of this very scene. A stream of water was held in the hands of the LORD and although we (I) make our own plan(s), the LORD can channel the water (or our plans) whichever way HE pleases. I may think my plans are right, but the LORD weighs my heart! GOD has the ultimate authority. I may mistakenly think I am doing what is right, BUT GOD sees the motives behind my actions. I often have to make choices where the best action may be difficult to discern, but I can help myself by trying to identify my own motives first and then asking GOD to check them to ensure the REAL reasons I want to do this or that are beneficial and not for my own gain or honor. GOD is not amused or pleased when we do good deeds only to serve our own interests. Sometimes, that line could be so fine and other times, it may be so obvious to others but not to us! I need to remember to check my motives at the door before moving ahead with plans that may or may not line up with GOD’s plans for me. This was yet another reminder for me today that I am still a work in progress. I’d love to think I have it altogether all the time, but sadly, I fail sometimes. I long to be that wife who chases GOD in all areas and not just when I need forgiveness or a cleansing of my heart. I want HIS opinion first and I don’t want to lean on my own understanding! The truth is, I am NOTHING without GOD and I need to be reminded often of that. Yes, I try to act in my own power, but as that wife pursuing godliness is all things, I need to be reminded often of my utter dependence on a holy GOD. Forgive me LORD for trying to act in my own accord. I need you every day! ✝️
#jesus#holiness#prayer#a wife chasing god#wife#godliness#trust in god#devotion to god#spiritual warfare#king’s heart#streams of water#proverbs#proverbs21
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I am still pissed off that i wrote something super cute about single mom reader and simon, and tumblr didn’t save it in my drafts
But more on the topic of nobleman simon riley with the young cute wife he got himself from the village to calm me down:
Simon never thought of himself as someone who would enjoy the little moments of life, when he looked at a sunset he would simply see that, a sunset, nothing more, but his wife, no no no she’s the polar opposite
When she picks fresh tomatoes from their garden and drops them into her skirt, she’s laughing out loud, her cheeks rosy pink from the summer heat and the pure joy that seems to run in her veins. She holds up the tomatoes to simon, yelling out his name to get his attention, and simon is just sitting on a chair reading a book trying to not think about all the dirt under his wife’s nails and how damp the garden walls smell during the humid summers, but his wife, oh no she’s running around grabbing tomatoes from the bushes, while she hums a melody quietly
“Mr riley!! Look at this one! It’s so red!”
“ ‘s jus’ a tomato, woman, please keep y’voice down”
And when her skirt is full of tomatoes she runs back to simon, dropping all of the red bulbs of freshness right onto his cleaned and steamed pants
“I got you all of these! Aren’t you happy??”
“ y’skirt is absolutely filthy, ‘s it so hard to jus’ act a bit more timid?”
She shakes her head, laughing at his comment, as she grabs one of the tomatoes from simon’s lap and rubs off the dirt on her dress, and takes a bite
“I think you should losen up a bit you know? Take that stick out of where the sun don’t shine”
She laughs at her own joke, simon on the other hand scrunches up his nose at the rude string of words that his so called wife just spat out at him
But you know
Even though he gets angry at his wife for rolling around in mud all day, for jumping up and down on the bed, for scaring the maid ten times a day, for chasing around the ducks and chickens, for swearing every time she drops something
He can’t help how his heart skips a beat when he hears her scream and laugh and shout and swear. And here’s the thing, simon is starting to like the chaos she seems to bring to everything
And before he knows it, he’s standing up from his chair in the garden, holding the girl’s soft hand, as he lets her walk him to the tomato bushes. And he actually kneels in the mud, cautiously grabbing a red tomato and lightly tugging on it, looking at his wife for reassurance,
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
And when she runs her fingers through his hair with those dirty hands, like she’s petting a lost puppy, simon absolutely loses it
And he laughs! Like an idiot who’s in love! He hates himself for it. But, you know, he can keep the anger for another time, right now he’ll just sit there and let his wife tug at his blonde hair while the warm sun shines down on his pale and freckled face. And he breaths, for what feels like the first time in years.
The maid runs out, holding her dress in her fists as she scolds simon
“Sir! Please for the love of god get up! I’ve just washed your clothes!”
“Y’know… i think ‘m good here, and i think… y’need to take tha’ stick out of where the sun don’ shine”
God he looks up at you with a proud look, like he’s done something so bad and he needs your approval for it, and when you nod your head with a smile he just melts.
Just saying, the poor maid does not like your behavior one bit, especially now that it’s rubbing off on simon.
#simon riley x you#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#call of duty#simon x reader#character x reader#cod x reader#ghost call of duty
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Nothing's gonna come out of this probably but. I want to make OCs, right. And in this scenario there is a guy or a girl or a person and this person has a dead wife. And that isn't great. They're very upset. So they pray to a god, whatever god they can, and they offer up anything to revive said dead wife. They summon this god up from whatever place he's been vibing in and begs him to resurrect their wife. And the god, surprisingly, says yes, and gives them a list of things to accomplish before the resurrection ritual can begin. And the mortal is ecstatic! Like hell yeah they're getting their wife back. And the god follows him along for the ride. Because hey, free entertainment.
Meanwhile, the god is beside himself in panic because he did Not mean that. He was incredibly flustered, woken up from a centuries long nap, and met with the face of a very disheveled but incredibly attractive widower and spat out the first thing he could think of. And now they're both in a legally binding contract wherein the human is sent on a goose chase to complete like 12 impossible tasks and the god is trying to figure out how to raise someone from the dead while trailing the human around to make sure they don't die from the very fatal list of quests the god sent them on to stall
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!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>
thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.
he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.
you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.
“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.
jesus-
“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.
“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”
he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.
“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”
he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”
what-
“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”
“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”
those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.
simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.
every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.
“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.
simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”
you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–
“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”
“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–
simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”
fuck-
#suns#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon riley smut#female reader#IM CRYING BETWEEN MY LEGS WHEW
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Hidden | Max Verstappen
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Max x wife!reader
Summery: May has always a private person, but is he that private that he could hide his wife of 8 years and 2 year-old son.
Warnings: none
AN: This is a little something, while I’m working on two big fics
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Max Verstappen is many things, and when people ask you to describe him they always have a lot to say. He’s a great driver, at the top of his career, he’s aggressive, he’s sarcastic, definitely has an unhealthy relationship with his skinny jeans. He’s also incredibly private, not much is known about him that he doesn’t want to be known, how he does it is a mystery.
You both value your privacy, and any post made of you before he made it to F1 was deleted the second there was a possibility he would join. You were both young, and you knew how much hate some wags get and you didn’t want that. While Max was off racing, you were back home finishing your studies, the moment you finished high school and you were both 18 you got married. A small wedding with only family and very close friends in attendance. Some of your families were against it at first, saying you’re too young, too naive but you never listened to them. Both you and Max knew what you wanted, and there was not stopping you from getting what you wanted.
You finished Uni and when Max moved to Monaco you did too, you met some of the drivers, the ones close to Max, you met some of the team that were also close to him. And you even attended a few races, but no one paid you any attention, thinking you’re just a fan.
However the last time you made it to a race was well over a year and a half ago, you gave birth to your baby boy last winter, and after a hard delivery and a long recovery, where Max stuck by your side through it all. Your boy is almost 2 and he misses Max every time he’s away from home.
”Are you sure this is the right time?” Max asked you as you got yourself ready, Karel happily playing with his toys next to Max on the bed.
“I mean we’ve been married for 8 years now, and dating for three before that.” You point out and finish the last touches to your make-up. “We have a son and I want him to grow up seeing you do what you love to do, I don’t know when you actually want to retire, so let him see you do it before it’s too late.”
You walk over to your husband and sit in front of him with a smile.
”You’re right.” Max leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, that leaves you craving for more, Max pulls back leaving you chasing after his lips. The dutch driver laughs and lets you close the gap, your lips meeting for a bit longer, before you have to pull back or things would escalate.
“Don't forget your ring.”
“Already wearing it.”
Walking in the paddock with your son on your hip and your hand in Max’s turned a few heads for sure. It was the tack of the paddock, Max has a girlfriend and a son? There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that the boy you’re holding is anyones’s but Max, he’s a literal mini Max, with the small red bull merch and everything.
”Oh my god! Loca.” Lando said seeing you both, your son wiggles in your arms. He loves Lando who he sees a lot when you’re all in Monaco. Lando is one of the few people who knew about you for so long and he’s seen Karel mere days after he was born. “Come to uncle, Lala.” Karel leans out of your arms and easily goes to Lando’s. “I didn’t know you guys were bringing him today.”
“We weren’t 100% sure.” Max explains and you give him a look. “Okay, I wasn't 100% sure I’d want to bring him.”
”Well, I’m for one glad that you did.” Lando said entertaining your son.
”That makes the two of us.” You say smiling, as Max pulls you closer to his side.
After Max is sure you and Karel are comfortable at RedBull, he goes off to do his round of interviews and media duties. And it's just his luck that, he's on the panel today.
And it didn't take long before he was being questioned about his family.
“Question to Max, you seem happier today, does that possibly have something to do with your ring and those that came with you today?” Max chuckles, he looks at his wedding ring. On the panel today with him, Charles who knows about his family, Lewis who has no idea, Oscar who has no idea and Pierre who has a suspicion but hasn't been confirmed by Charles.
“Eh, if you're talking about this ring, yes. My son is here for the first time, he's finally old enough to come.” Max is smiling but just because his family came means he's suddenly open with the press and will spill everything.
“You have a son?” Lewis asked confused the gossip hadn't reached Mercedes yet.
“I'm not over the ring, you're married?” Pierre asked, Oscar was looking super confused at the RedBull driver, he heard Lando talking about Max and a child and wife but he thought it was the other Max not this Max.
“Karel's here?” Charles asked, smiling.
“Yeah, I have a son, he's almost 2 and I'm married.” Max said as if he didn't Just drop the biggest news in F1 at the moment.
“You knew about it?” Pierre asked his friend feeling left out, Charles looked cheapish and shrugged.
“It was a secret mate.”
After the panel the drivers waited for Max to ask him some more questions.
“When were you married?”
“Did you get married because of the kid?”
“What's his name?”
“Why did you hide them?”
”When can we see him?”
and so on and so forth, Max knew that this would cause quite a stir in the media but he had no idea the other drivers would be interested.
”Okay calm down everyone, let the man speak.” Lando, the latest person to join the circle said. He wrapped his arm around Max’s shoulder. ”Let me answer the oblivious stuff. His name’s Karel, he was born during the winter break of last year, he’s a carbon copy of Max, and yeah, I knew about everything for a few years.”
Lando looked so smug with himself for being in the know.
”And you’re married? Never saw you wearing a ring before.”
“Yeah, got married when we were 18-“
”EIGHTEEN!!” There was a gasps and repetition to the number 18.
”Mate, that’s over 8 years ago.” Pierre said with wide eyes, he’s been Max’s teammate and he was married and he had no idea.
”Yeah, we were dating for 3 years before that, and decided to just do it.” Max explains, he was itching to get back to the garage and see his family. But he had to stand there for a few more minutes to answer all their questions, which he was comfortable with anyways.
You could see a few of the drivers shaking their heads as they dispersed from the circle in disbelief. The gossip and new information was hot, it will be all they can talk about this weekend.
You were out of his driver’s room, and standing beside Max’s car talking with a mechanic as Karel was looking at his dad’s car in fascination. It’s the car he saw every week on the TV.
“Hey.” Max greeted coming in and giving you a quick kiss, he took Karel from your arms and kisses his cheek. “How’s everything?”
”Good, Karel wants to get in the car.” You inform your husband, smiling as your son nodded his head furiously.
”Dada, car.” Karel says cutely and points at his father’s car.
”You can sit baby, don’t think you’ll see anything but you can sit.” Max says and places his child into the cockpit, RedBull cameras snap pictures and take videos.
”Future RedBull champion in the making.” You tease Max and grin, Max had this adoration look on his face. “You should get in and put him on your legs so he can see.”
Max does as you say, he hands you Karel, who you shower with kisses making him giggle and push your face away. Max gets in and you hand him Karel who he places on his lap, the child now able to see out of the car.
”Here Max.” One of the mechanics hand him the steering wheel, and Max puts it in.
”Dada, drive.” Karel says and takes a hold of the steering wheel, Max helps him turn it right and left, it’s. too heavy for him to do it alone. You take out your phone and also film this moment.
If there was ever doubt about bringing Karel, just seeing them making memories and enjoying themselves proves that it’s the right thing to do. There’s no guarantee for how long Max will stay in F1, the motorsport is forever changing and you’ve always wanted Max to make these memories with your son. And if Karel continued showing interest in cars as he does now, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’ll be back at karting tracks soon enough, and replete the cycle that you went through with Max with your son.
Max looks at you and smiles, you couldn’t help but lean over and press your lips to his, in a sweet and short kiss.
”It’s good that I can kiss you whenever now.” You comment and wink at Max before you pull back.
“Lucky me.”
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