Precious Is 10 Months-old And Is Sponsored By Jill Pierce. SNAP Cats Rescued Precious From Modesto, CA.

“My child is fine”

Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.

Pop Of Color

Synopsis: Inspired by Taylor Swift's You Are in Love

Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight...You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much, but it said enough.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (Final)

In My Heart 

Max Verstappen x Horner!Daughter!Reader

Christian Horner x daughter!reader 

Part 1 - Promise 

Warnings: FLUFFFFF (FYI Max is 26 reader is 22) 

Word count: 601 (sorry kinda short) 

I used google translate for the Dutch so sorry if it’s wrong. :)

Part 1 

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You were walking side to side next to Max, looking at the beautiful colors and the beautiful mountains that surrounded you both. You have always wanted to visit Colorado, that's why Max took you over summer break. Max and you were talking, talking about life, just talking about random things that didn't relate to racing so you both could catch a break. Max was leading the way, you just followed him and told you that he had heard about this spot and wanted to take you. That's all that he told you, you had asked him questions trying to get him to answer but he wouldn't budge, he wasn't going to tell you answers no matter how hard you tried. 

Once you had finally got to where Max was leading you, you gasped. You gasped at the beauty of it all. The water that flowed with the land, the tall and mighty green trees that have been living for longer than you and Max, the beautiful mountains, some that still had snow near the top. You couldn't believe that Max had found such beauty. 

“Max, this is…. I can't believe that this is real.” You told him. 

He was behind you, his hands on your hips and his face leaning in to be next to yours. “Only for liefde” he whispered into your ear. 

You leaned back into his touch, one hand resting on your stomach and holding his hand, the other was lying comfortably at your side. “Maxie, I love you so much.” You said while looking up at him. 

He blushed slightly at the nickname, no matter how many times you would or will say it made him blush like a little kid and smile like an idiot in love. “Love you most.” He said while slightly pulling away. This was something he had always told you.  

There was a few minutes of almost perfect silence, you both enjoying the sounds of nature around you. The flow of the water, the leaves rustling in the wind, and the breathing of each other. You felt some moving behind you, you were confused so you turned around and saw that Max was down on one knee behind you. You gasped, tears filled your eyes. Your hands quickly came over your mouth. Max smiled up at you, the biggest smile you have ever seen. 

“Liefde, you have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. When I met you for the first time you were just an annoying 18 year old. "No hate liefde.” You had laughed at that, and you couldn't agree, when you first met Max you were pretty annoying. “But liefde you have taught me many things that I didn't know before. You taught me that if you can learn to hate, you can learn to love. You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, inside and out. What I'm trying to say is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so y/n Horner will you please make me the luckiest person alive and marry me.” He asked, you could see his hand was shaking slightly, the way his eyes were starting to fill with tears. 

You couldn't say anything at first, so you nodded. “Yes, yes. I'll marry you.” You said. He quickly stood up and put the ring on your finger and kissed you. The kiss was filled with pure love and joy. You pulled away after a bit and rested your forehead on his. 

“ik hou het meest van jou.” You told him

I hope everyone enjoyed this!! Sorry it took me so long to get this done, I plan on making a part 3 to this. (That would most likely be the final part to this sires) I don't know when I plan on getting part 3 out. I hope everyone has a good morning/afternoon/evening!! It would be greatly appreciated if you like, comment and repost! Thanks - apollosdaydreams. :)

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Why haven't I seen this before????

AND WHY ISN'T IT IN MY BEDROOM WALL???????

You’re On Speaker

Pairing: Lando Norris x Hispanic/Latina!Reader

Summary: When Y/N calls Lando without knowing he was in the car with Max Fewtrell

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, implied +18 activities

A/N: inspired by Derek Morgan’s and Penelope Garcia’s friendship since I picked up Criminal Minds again. I AM WORKING ON MY REQUESTS, I SWEAR, but those are kinda like LONG fics so in the meantime, I’ll post some blurbs

Y/N was going to Lando’s apartment to surprise him since she got an earlier flight from visiting her family in (the Latin American country your parents are from). How we, when she entered his apartment, he wasn’t there.

“Well there goes my surprise.” Y/N mutters. She pulls out her phone to call him.

Lando was driving around Monaco with Max, who has been staying in a hotel for the past 3 days with P, they were singing along to whatever song Lando had playing until it stopped when he saw Y/N was calling him.

“You have Y/N saves on your phone as ‘babygirl’? You’re so whipped, mate.” Max said.

“Shut up, you muppet.” Lando said before accepting her call. “Hey babygirl, how’s your family?”

“They’re good, I’m in Monaco right now, in your apartment, actually.” Y/N said and Lando smiled

“No way, baby!” Lando exclaimed.

“Yeah so imagine my surprise when I came to your apartment in your favorite outfit…” Y/N started and Lando knew where this was going

“Baby..” Lando said so Max won’t hear and Max is happily listening, trying to hold in his laughter.

“In your favorite lingerie, I bought a few other sets too, I was thinking you would unwrap…” Y/N was interrupted

“Babygirl, you’re on speaker, I’m with Max.” Lando finally said. There was a bit of silence.

“Hey Max, how you doin’?” Y/N asked, little embarrassed.

“Oh I’m great.” Max said in between laughs.

“Lando, next time I’m on speaker, tell me I’m on speaker!” Y/N yelled.

“How was I supposed to know you were going to be talking about that?” Lando asked

“You need to warn a girl, like damn.“ Y/N said.

“Hate to break this up, but I’m still in the car.” Max said.

“Talk to you later, babygirl.” Lando said.

“I’ll see you at your place, fresita.” Y/N said before hanging up the phone.

“Fresita? How adorable.” Max teased Lando.

“That’s it, I’m dropping you off.” Lando said

“Oh come on, man, I’m your best friend.” Max said.

“And I have my girlfriend waiting for me so I’m dropping you off.” Lando said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it at least a little bit

you come home after a girl’s night out to find charles lying on your bed, arms resting behind his head as he watches an action movie in your room.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, amused.

you leave your heels by the foot of the bed, walking to your vanity to take your necklace and earrings off.

charles smiles at you through the mirror. “waiting for you.” he says it so casually, so genuine, like he does not have somewhere to be, at the other side of the world, early in the morning.

“i missed you,” you feel shy admitting it, you saw him just a couple of hours ago, before leaving for the club with your friends. it’s not like you can’t live without him or max, but they have so little free time that all you want to do when they’re home is cuddle together and never leave your home. but your friends begged you to go with them and as much as you wanted to stay with your boyfriends, you also wanted to see your girl friends. “they played that song you like so much. it made me missed you even more.”

charles coos at you, forgetting the movie to, instead, make grabby hands. it makes you giggle but you are immediately sprinting to the bed, climbing carefully onto his lap.

“and what about you?” you play with the collar of his shirt, looking at your boyfriend from beneath your eyelashes. “did you miss me?”

“we missed you very much.” max enters the room making you smile even brighter. he walks to the side of the bed where both of you are and places a cup of tea on your nightstand. you pout at him and he leans to give you a little peck on the lips. “did you have fun? how much did you drink?” there’s genuine concern in his voice that leaves you flustered, feeling small and taken care of.

“oh, just two gin and tonic’s, and i’m definitely sober if that is what you’re asking.” max nods, smile on his face as he retrieves a make-up remover from your vanity. “and it was such a fun night!” you clap your hands, ranting about how one of your friends kept flirting with the bartender even when he said he was gay and definitely not interested.

“and what about you?” charles asks, playing with a strand of your hair. “did someone try to make a move with you?”

“as if someone would dare to try something.” that earns you a disapproving glare from your blonde-haired boyfriend. “everyone in monaco knows who i belong to.” you touch the tip of max’s nose with the pad of your finger. “only you two.”

max climbs on the bed next to charles, and the latter wraps his free arm, the one not on your waist, around max shoulders, hugging him tightly against his side.

you let max wipe the make-up off your face as they listen to you describe everything that happened that night, even the moment a group of girls approached you to say how jealous they were that you are dating two of the most hot and talented (you added that, they didn’t actually say it but you like to point it out every time you can) drivers on the grid.

“i like to know i make girls jealous.” you say without an ounce of regret, looking between your boyfriends. why would you feel ashamed, right? “and i like to know i’m the only one to have you both.”

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♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part six max verstappen x reader (angst) “… when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.”

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"Let's start the bidding at $500,000. Do I have 500,000?" 

"500,000,"

"Thank you, 500,000. Do I hear 600,000? 600,000?"

You held back the urge to lean your head on your hand, leaning back in the chair and resting your hands on your lap instead. This wasn't your natural environment. Not a setting you were confident in.

But when your boss calls in sick; who better to replace him and represent your company, Cisco, for a few team-sponsored outings than you? Sure, you weren't a fan of fancy balls and expensive auctions, but you did like going to Silverstone for a free Grand Prix ticket. What's better than a paid week of vacation in the UK to socialize with rich people and watch a Formula One race free of charge?

"700,000," Lando called, raising his number. You chuckled softly at the unimpressed look Zak Brown gave his driver. You'd been sitting with the two McLaren team members and other sponsor representatives, after all, that was what you were here to do.

"You're going to finish all your money," Zak commented, gulping down his glass.

"Shh! I need that car," Lando hushed, concentrating on the auctioneer before raising his number and shouting a bigger number than the last person. "One point two million!"

You playfully rolled your eyes at the driver's competitiveness. Taking a sip from your champagne glass, you listen to Lando and two other people fight over the Ford Thunderbird. When Lando called a difficult two million you thought he'd finally take it home when there were no objections, until…

"Three million," you froze at the voice. It was one you've come to be very familiar with, one you've come to love chatting with while wearing headphones in your bed at night or sitting at your sim on weekends.

"Sold to the Gentleman—" you let the world around you blur as you pulled your phone out, glad that the brightness of your screen was at its lowest.

He didn't mention going anywhere when you chatted this morning. What would Amilian be doing here? You were sure it was his voice. It couldn't have been anyone else's. But what would bring him here?

It would make sense though. The Red Bull headquarters is in Britain and this is a motorsport event. Maybe he had been dragged out here in a similar situation to you. Or maybe he was here on his own accord for fun.

la. — I think I just heard your voice?? la. — Did you just buy an old red ford?

amilian. — ?? amilian. — What? Where are you? amilian. — nvm i see you

la. — where are you?????

amilian. — when the dance floor opens, stand aside and i'll come to you

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You read the message over and over again in your head as you stood aside, watching as people gathered to pile onto the dance floor as music started playing.

Your eyes desperately searched the attending faces for a face you didn't even know. The thought lingered in your head, would you be able to know your Amilian if you saw him? You were sure you would even if it sounds impossible.

Is Amilian a friend? He couldn't just be a friend. Did you feel more towards him? That's an insane thing to think. You haven't met before and have only conversed on the internet. You can't like a guy you met online.

What if he's been catfishing you this entire time? What if he's not your type? What if he is your type? What if he's tall and has a beautiful smile? What if his touch is just as gentle and soft as his voice— what if you're not his type?

"Champagne?" the voice came from behind you, accompanied by a gentle caress of your back. The chuckle that left his lips when you jolted in surprise sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his smirk as he gently held the glass for you to take. It was definitely your Amilian.

You couldn't dare to turn and look. Instead, you silently took the champagne glass from his warm hands with a small anxious sip and looked at the crowd of dancing rich people.

It's when you feel his hand pull from your back and instead drape a necklace around your neck did you move confused. You touched the silver jewelry with confusion and recognition.

This was your necklace. The one you'd forgotten at Max's when you stayed the night at his apartment. How'd Amilian get it? Or were you so overconfident in your ability to recognize your Amilian that you forgot the fact that other people know you? Because apparently, you recognized wrong.

"Max, hi," You greeted with a blush once you'd turned to see who was there. "Thank you," You smiled, looking down at the necklace that completed your outfit.

Max felt his cheeks warm once he saw your soft smile. He felt the pain he's been feeling in his stomach for the past three months subside. A relief that he could only describe as the momentary relief addicts get during relapse. The firework-like euphoria in his heart made all the waiting worth it.

"I was going to give it to your boss to give it back to you," He says with a hand gesture, his other hand gently returning to the small of your back. "But I'm glad I got to return it to you myself," He smiled.

You smiled back, feeling your cheeks heat with a blush that you hoped the Dutchman didn't notice. "Thank you so much, Max. I owe you."

"Can't argue with that." Max felt his smile widen at your offer, his heart fluttering at the sound of your voice he's come to adore. "Maybe I could have this dance?" He took a step towards the ballroom feeling excitement rush through him.

Max couldn't believe that he'd get a chance to dance with you. He tried to keep his smile from getting too big or show the amount of excitement he was feeling. This felt like a dream come true, finally. Like a scene out of a Disney movie. The room was starting to disappear as he looked into your eyes, but the world returned into focus quickly once he saw you didn't step forward with him.

"I'm actually waiting for someone," You mumble, nervously twirling a strand of your hair around a finger.

Crack! Max felt his heart squeeze and a painful feeling rush in his chest and his stomach. He felt jealous, angry and in pain at the same time. Jealous of himself. Anger for putting himself in this situation and that Amilian existed. And pain from the fact that you preferred his alter-ego over him.

"Amilian, right?" He asked. You felt a wave of anxiousness at the way the excitement and joy washed from Max's body language, replaced by something you couldn't quite recognize, something dark and frustrated.

"How did you—" You stuttered in surprise, voice trailing off and eyes wide. Why wouldn't he know Amilian? They work together. Amilian literally got Max into baggy pants for you— "Y-you know Amilian?"

"Let's take a walk," Max suggested after a hesitant breath. His hand remained on your back as he gestured to a hall away from the crowds of people. You took a moment to think before letting his gentle and soft touch lead you away.

Your head is filled with confusion, embarrassment and uncertainty. Questions ran through your mind as your eyes looked at the hung paintings you passed. You feared that you'd left Amilian back there and he was looking for you. The halls were quiet as you walked with Max.

Was this a prank? Did the two boys team up to give you a scare? Did Max know something you didn't? Was Amilian chickening out and had told Max to come to you instead?

"You know, La, I like blue on you more."

Your body froze dead in your tracks once you heard the third word that passed his tongue and lips. Max froze in his spot two feet in front of you as well. He didn't dare to turn back and look at you. And you didn't dare look up at him. Only one person calls you that.

You could feel the Dutchman turn around, silence enveloping the hall as the beating of your heart got louder and louder.

"It's me," Max tried to say quietly. He tried to reach for your cheek and pulled his hand away quickly when you put your hands on your mouth. He could see your eyes widen with shock at his confirmation.

"I'm sorry, I meant to tell you—" You couldn't hear him ramble and try to explain himself. Your brain was working too fast trying to process and correct the past.

You criticized Max Verstappen's fashion choices in front of him. You sim-raced and played games with him. You vented about your work to him. Scratch all that. Max Verstappen has been your best friend for the past two years?

You have confided in the three-time world champion. Spilt your secrets to an important man like him. You have talked about him to his face, whether it's admiring or crushing on him or cussing him out for hogging wins. You confessed how you loved him because you saw yourself in him, to his ear. You've done so many things that made you feel so embarrassed.

And when Max tries to catch you as you turn and make a run for it, he quickly gives up as the world comes crashing on him and he starts going through withdrawal again. He watches you run and stumble on your heels before turning a corner for the exit.

Anguish and grief filled Max's chest, which he gripped tightly as tears fell from his eyes and silent sobs racked his chest.

proof reading credits to the amazing @classiclitfreak <3

Imma stick beside him 🥰🥰