#trans!max verstappen

[romanscool]

here's me dropping a very very (very) small thingy I wrote in about 5 secs two months ago and forgot to continue,,,

so here goes nothing I guess:

Keep it kinky (but I come first!):

Max hates sex. 

It’s weird. It’s uncomfortable. It’s too wet. Max doesn’t like it and he doesn’t think he will any time soon. 

It hasn’t always been this way. He used to somewhat enjoy sex when it eating out a gay girl when he wasn’t really sure what he really was yet or give a quick handy to a guy who he knows won’t want to reciprocate. It was good like this. He could label himself as a stone top and people would let him touch them without expecting to touch him after. 

It’s changed now. He’s on hormones, has been for the last couple of years, and it’s fucking hard to not want to be touched anymore. His sex drive is through the roof, even worse than what it used to be when he was fourteen and sleeping with a pillow between his legs to get some relief without actually addressing whatever was down there. It’s worse than fucking puberty and even the slightest touch gets him off. It’s crazy. He feels like a fucking perv every time someone taps his shoulder after a good race, because his body acknowledges the touch as sexual even though it isn’t. Max knows it isn’t. His libido likes to disagrees. 

------ aka a trans!Max very small thingy (kinda wanted it to be inspired by JOYRIDE by KESHA) that I'd like to continue one day maybe,,,

[simplyisa]

i keep coming back to this photo i found on insta, i love it so much. cute pouty max with his fluffy hair 🥹

[imzsuzsis-blog]

It's okay that I won, but now a modest celebration is coming, because of the two dwarves.

"Children, let's take it back, please."

I laughed to myself and let them take some more photos.

"Of course, yesterday must have been rough."

"I don't want to talk about it, Mom and Dad. That's all they were born with."

“ I was saddened and tears appeared on my face.,I also understood how you showed the picture of them, they turned out to be very beautiful, Leah, you are pure as a little baby. We should celebrate now."

"It won't work, they're the only ones in my head and I can only hope that they survive the whole thing."

I bit my lip and almost cried, I loved them, but I was also worried about them.

"Is it a natural feeling that I loved them very much, but at the same time I'm worried about them?"

"Yes, it's because you suddenly became a mother and it will last you the rest of your life."

I sat down and buried my face in my hands and cried, then I spread them out so that the twins were there, but I was just imagining it, because it wasn't real and I couldn't hold them in my hands because they were somewhere else.

At least Lando has completely disappeared from the radar and Max is nowhere to be found. Tell them that they went with Martin and Loki, but we don't know where.

"Max, they've stepped down."

"I know, you sharp-witted bastard from Monaco."

Max slapped me from behind and I could only grimace.

"Hello..." "Hello... Loki... You?"

"Yes, I came from the hospital, Lando and I changed hands."

"Here?"

We asked Loki in chorus, who could only look in front of him.

"What the hell happened?"

"Girls came into the world just in time."

"Is this some stupid joke?"

"Unfortunately, it wasn't all that unexpected... He was complaining to me and suddenly we noticed a soft cry."

Loki sat down next to us and almost fell asleep, he was so tired.

"How long did you sleep?"

"Not too much for worry, but I don't think Lando either."

You showed us that we don't have a shot.

"We just don't know that he messed with the team and we can't find him. So that we know where it is easier, but we don't go after it."

We froze and wanted to go after it, but our legs didn't obey us and we are both in good shape.

"Daniel, Carlos?"

“Yes?"

"Lando went home?"

"He signed the paper both home and abroad that it was certain that the girls were adopted."

"My Jesus, I can't believe this, and Lando was expecting the twins, and that's the end... This is a fucking rule."

"Supposedly, it was his parents who got involved in the whole thing, so he can't raise them."

I was watching the video on my mobile where he is driving his Porsche and talking to one of his friends, probably about it.

"Did you see?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

I leaned against the wall, then I continued to turn the pages and on the third page I read that he was single.

“Fuck doesn't go with Loki!!!"

"Don't worry, we also read it, but we cut it with our gloves."

I called my girlfriend, who said that he was a scumbag in front of Loki, he couldn't have done that to him in him heart, now he was the stupid one, but he loves him very much and says this all the time. I didn't tell them, but after the race I saw Lando and Loki kissing after the race and talking about sex, to say the least, and I won't get into that, it's none of my business. I was angry that I said that and his partner still stands by him.

I went whistling, they called me on the street, I can go to the Grand Prix, it made me happy.

“Yes? Carlos? You? Fuck me and I kissed Loki, boom.”

I looked at him and wanted to pull him one right now.

"The girls? Or the rumor that you adopted them, you plain stupid Englishman.”

"What's up???? Where the hell did you get it????”

"That's what George, Danny, Max and Alex said too."

"Well, these are as stupid rumors as that I go out with girls... Charles started this during the summer vacation because I was only hanging out with one girl for the most part... I've sent him to hell ever since."

“It's good.." ,,Yes, my parents were true, my father to be exact... He said I should first become a world champion and then a parent... He was there when I was a teenager, because he didn't want to hear a baby crying in the house...If that's the case, he's a dick he can be nice to me, especially when it comes to Oliver, he's nice and cute."

I hugged Carlos sobbing, I didn't want to meet dad this weekend, with everyone in my family, but not now, I hated him permanently for what he did. I never told them this, but he insisted on my miscarriage in 2020, and then I didn't talk to him for months, I only did it because of the press, I didn't talk to dad about the matter except on camera. In fact, I dumped Connie because of her boyfriend at the time, because he gave him all the shit that wasn't true and it wasn't the first time. He did this with my first boyfriend and with all of them, but now I won't let myself go, I loved Loki and I feel he will be my husband.

"I feel that Loki will be my husband... What should I do against father now?"

I bit my lip nervously and was afraid that if I gave it to him he would invent something again that I had a girlfriend again, like Connie.

"Well, this is for me... What did he do to you as a child?"

“If you say you have Stockholm syndrome?”

"I'm trying to erase these from my mind."

My friend shook me but I just continued to sob, this is a painful memory for me.

"Tell me, please."

He shook his head and threw up in the open street. I know that Adam is a careerist, but for him to be violent was quite surprising now. But his jerkiness was also the same, I thought he was a kind and cute person, but for him to abuse his son and prey on him is too much.

"Lando, have you thought about suing him?"

"A lot, but it always comes with the fact that I don't receive from the inheritance or from the business part. But none of them excites me, especially after that, when I'm at home, he beats me when I'm at home, and if no one is watching, he beats me, like if I were a child, he rapes me."

"Regardless of your results?"

"Yes, he's been like this all my life."

I ran away sobbing, this is a fucking big secret that I told him, so far no one knows, not even Oscar.

[n1ghttrouble]

I have never ever come across a cis man that serves so much tboy swag... especially younger max... he's just so😞 I'm a bit jealous ngl bc I don't even serve tboy swag as hard as he does

[writers-wind]

RENESSMEE × JACOB

Epilogue

It's 2 30 pm in the afternoon, the rain is pouring down heavily as usual in Forks and I have grown. Yes, Even I don't exactly know what my age should be right now but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to age any further. And here I am laying in my bed and staring at the white ceiling because there is literally nothing to do in this whole world for me. A silver spoon for six years , a loving family and a best friend, companion ( Who I think is obsessed with me ) all in one.

"Hey! You up?" Jacob darts in without knocking. I immediately sit up straight as my face involuntarily brightens up. " I guess" I say with a warm smile. " Great then why don't you come downstairs and we'll see what shortie..sorry, Alice cooked for us" He says with a sarcastic smile. I laugh halfheartedly. I slip down from my covers and follow him downstairs. Mom hugs me from beside as I enter the kitchen. " So, what's in the caserole for us Alice?" I ask teasingly. "Its spaghetti. I'm sorry I don't know how to cook anything else and I did'nt want to wreck it by experimenting"Alice replies apologetically. "That's okay,we'll eat this only." I grab the caserole and put it on the dining table. People stare. Yeah, So the dining table is all the way opposite to the kitchen near the living room . I did it fast. Apparently, I've grown, my powers have grown too. I just smile at the staring eyes. "Was that too much for ya'll?" I ask. "It's fine "Dad says as he walks over to help me serve the food. I began to serve myself a plate when my eyes rested on an envelope. Soon, my eyes pierced through and saw the red mark. My seventh birthday was coming soon and all of us were expecting this, silently of course. My deep breath echoed amongst the cold blooded as I picked it up. Soon enough, anger began to emanate through my skin as I read the words written on the front.

Dear Renessmee Carlie Cullen and my dearest Bell-la,

It was addressed to me and mom, by the Volturi.

______________________________________________________

I know this is a short draft but bear with me. The above is sample to the fanfic I will be writing and updating you on every weekend . Please like and reblog as much as you can for support. And of course, don't forget to follow for more!

[watercolor-hearts]

Maybe there was a story on Ao3 that I really liked... Maybe. 🤔

[andromedasummer]

this whole lando and donald trump shit is gonna blow over so quickly btw it always does bcos people in the f1 fandom could literally not give less of a fuck about minority/vulnerable groups. nothing happened when carlos sainz made racist comments about chinese people eating dogs in 2020. nothing happened when sainz sr took photos of his dinner the leader of the alt right party in spain. nothing happened when max verstappen used the r slur and m slur towards lance on team radio and nothing happened even after mongolia made a complaint to the UN about his conduct and red bull joked about it the next week in one of their pr videos. nothing happened when nelson piquet and his family got outed as close friends and supporters of jair bolsonaro. nothing happened when zak brown bitched about politics in f1 and then filmed a video with a tory minister. nothing happened when a 20 year old ayrton senna dated a fucking 15 yr old girl! nothing!

you cannot convince this fandom to not bat for these white men, no matter what they say or do. they will die on that hill and they will look like some godforsaken amalgamation of a teenaged kpop stan sending death threats and a disney/marvel adult twisting progressive language in defense of blind media consumption.

ultimately and above all, their comfort and attraction will overwhelm anything else. praxis to them is looking at these coddled fucking manbabies and saying "oh he's so gay" "omg trans ally" "feminist king" when he blinks.

there is a massive conversation we could have about the intrinsic classism, racism and fascism that you cannot remove from f1 (and the whole of motorsport!) without crumbling its core foundations. about how every driver on the grid is complicit in these systems and how they overwhelmingly use their wealth to ensure it's existence. it will not happen here because interaction in that fan space has degraded to sending death threats because you have decided to criticize their specific special human incarnation of oatmeal slop

[maxvkisser]

hello! I saw you were looking for requests and I got you! Trans male reader x Max Verstappen or if your comfortable writing for poly couple a Lestappen x trans male reader where reader needs to go home for the weekend and isn’t out to their parents, and when he comes home it just becomes a lot of comfort and reassurance and helping with dysphoria.

MY GOOD LOOKING BOY ᴹⱽ¹

summery - max comforting dysphoric reader

reader - trans male

warnings - dysphoria and slight transphobia

a/n- ty for the req! i don't think I can give poly justice so this is just with max soz

You went to spend the weekend with your parents, you asked Max if he wanted to come too but he declined as he had race stuff to do, when you came back to your shared apartment Max could see you were drained, both physically and mentally, he knew that you're not out to your family yet and that visiting them drains you. Max dropped what he was doing and went to greet you "hey handsome, how are you doing?" he asked with a big dorky grin that slightly dropped when you didn't respond and continued taking your coat and shoes off silently, after a few minutes you looked at the man "sorry Max,it's just hard to spend time with them, I don't even know what will happen if I come out" you said and laid down on the couch, Max nodded and sat near your legs "I get it, it's okay, just remember that you'll always be the most handsome man i know" he smiled and put your legs up on his laps, giving your feet a massage, you threw your head back and smiled "you know I love you Max,right?" you told him "I love you too" he said back, you pulled him to cuddle with you, your head on his chest "I love you more" you said while chuckling while Max's hand automatically went to play with your hair "that's debatable..." Max said playfully. The two of you laid on the couch but your mood shifted slightly and Max could tell "you good handsome?" he asked, in response you just let out a breath "I don't know, it's just that— I want to come out to them, I want to stop feeling like I'm living this lie, i want them to stop calling me a she and all but I just can't, I don't know how they'll react and I'm scared because I love my family and I don't want to have to cut off contact with them, especially now that I started T and eventually they'll notice the change" Max listened while you ranted, waiting for you to finish before speaking "I can't say that I know how you feel but I understand, just remember that I will always love you, no matter what, you'll always be a man and you'll always be my man, I know that it's hard to come out and I don't know your family enough to understand how they'll react, but you can slowly push the topic to try to find out their opinions, that's what I did with my mom and sister" Max played with your hair while talking "but I want you to remember, you're a guy, and you're very handsome at that, and I love you" he finished and kissed your forehead, earning a smiled and a giggle from you.

[umflowers]

one thing i do love about f1blr is like "max verstappen uses racist, sexist, and ableist language. he's a bad person and i don't like him." "RIGHT! GOD HE SUCKS!" "valtteri bottas wanted covid-positive drivers to be allowed to race when covid was still near its peak. as an immunocompromised person that deeply offended me and i don't much like him either." "...okay... i guess... like just for you tho cuz you're sick..." "mark webber is 'proudly heterosexual' and laughed at the struggles of trans people and i find that gross and worth noting" "................ooookayyyyy?" "carlos sainz's family karting track had a blackface situation and i've been told by spanish people that his constant wearing of the national flag is usually a nationalist thing, so i'm not big on him" ".............." "lando norris threw a party that's entire theme was mexican stereotypes and a lot of mexican fans spoke out about how offensive and harmful that behavior is" "OH NO YOU D-" "and like ricciardo has been repeatedly sexist or not spoken up when people were being especially disgusting about women" "GOD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM" "and ofc fernando was incredibly flippant and crass in responding to his fans' deeply racist behavior toward lewis when they were teammates and has had some kind of outsized vendetta against lewis pretty much ever since that makes you wonder" "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELF-RIGHTEOUS" "heheh remember how charles couldn't figure out how to squat onto one knee to do the literal bare minimum to say racism is bad" "-nuclear explosion-" like it's okay to acknowledge the wrongdoings of the unpopular guy and the same people who hate his fans for being bothered by it will be bothered by you doing the same to their faves and it's so consistent apfohaodpsfhpasdf.

[margbarcisforever]

trans women get selfies taken down for being sexual but you can blaze max verstappen porn?????

[il-predestinato]

hi dear, hope you're doing well 💜 as im currently going through a mild obsession with the series, i'll take Scheherazade for a hop 🦘, skip, a meow 🦁 and an invertebrate 🐌??

Hello Xiao! I'm doing all right, minus the part where I still don't have electricity at home, which is why I'm holed up in the hospital in my office. 😅 Oooh, finally a request for Scheherazade! Between this and the serial killer AU, I have firmly moved into the deranged fic ideas territory...

title: Scheherazade (this might be the only working title I will actually stick with, because I kind of love it 🤭)

summary: Thirteen years after Order 66, former Jedi initiate and rebel star pilot Max Verstappen is a prisoner on board the Imperial starship Maranello under the supervision of Grand Inquisitor Charles Leclerc. Inspired by One Thousand and One Nights and this quote:

for a thousand and one nights - what humiliated me as I relieved my death in that room without sunrise wasn't my desire for light but my desire for more darkness -"All the Flowers Kneeling" by Paul Tran

warnings: depictions of torture (inappropriate uses of the Force)

Excerpt #1:

If Ninth Brother’s presence in the Force tasted like untempered revulsion and Fifth Brother’s danced with gilded savagery, then the Grand Inquisitor’s felt like a void. Mick never realized that the Force can feel like emptiness around someone. The Grand Inquisitor did not have so much of a presence as an absence.

“We have captured the Red Bull. Your allies are dead.” His voice was soft, almost gentle, a mismatch to the cruel words. “I can be generous and grant you death as well.”

He did not show Max any holograms. He had their still warm corpses brought into the cell and strung from the ceilings. The quiet hum of the interrogation droid flitted back and forth.

The screech of steel as the prisoner pulled ineffectively against his restraints echoed like a wound in the Force, but the Grand Inquisitor did not flinch. His own green eyes - a shallow, vacant stare - surveyed the fierce blue ones filled with fury and grief.

“Max Verstappen,” he whispered, his expressionless face inches away from the rebel’s own, “I can grant you the gift of death as well.” With his repeated offer came a subtle flick of his wrist, and Mick knew all too well what would come next. “Where is the Silver Arrow?”

The Grand Inquisitor was not expecting an answer. He never did. He always laid out the terms first, so they would refuse. They always did. Without exception, they always ended up regretting it.

He would give them a taste first, just a small taste. Another twitch of the wrist, followed by an invisible crushing weight on the trachea. Mick always marvelled at the coarse violence of it all, the skill required to constrict each ring of cartilage just enough for the prisoner to thrash violently for breath without crumbling the structure altogether. Only this time, Mick felt his own throat go dry as cyanosis started to colour the prisoner’s lips. The defiant blue eyes started to glaze -

Then the prisoner collapsed like a ragdoll.

The Grand Inquisitor liked to keep them conscious - to help them remember, so he watched dispassionately as Max gasped for air, filling each aching alveoli with merciful breaths. Mick released a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

When the prisoner could speak again, Mick expected words of contempt. Like the others.

Max laughed instead. A full, vibrant sound that did not belong in the black cells. The Grand Inquisitor’s almost imperceptible head tilt was the only indication he gave of having been taken by surprise.

“I made you a promise all those years ago in the Jedi Temple - when we were children,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the recent chokehold on his throat. “I will destroy you, Charles Leclerc.”

-

At hour thirteen, the interrogation droid was finally switched off. Max’s breaths were alarmingly shallow, and the black tiles around his feet hosted a small pool of his own blood.

“Shall I send for the Healers?” murmured Mick.

He knew the drill: heal the physical wounds, let the mental anguish fester. Day after day. No one lasted more than a week.

“No, I will continue the interrogation.”

Against all restraint, Mick heard himself protest: “He will not survive more!”

What the Grand Inquisitor called interrogation was nothing short of forcibly pushing into a mind with the Force; he always left with answers and more devastatingly - left behind irreparably fractured minds when he finished. None of them ever woke again.

Charles ignored him and stepped towards their prisoner instead. Max lingered on the edge of unconsciousness, but some degree of alertness returned to the pained blue eyes when Charles entered his view.

Charles leaned close enough to catch every whiff of sweat, blood, and despair. “I can put a stop to all of this,” he whispered against the prisoner’s jaw. Perhaps he could almost taste the tears and despair at this proximity. “Tell me what I want to know. Where is the Silver Arrow?”

There is wetness - a mixture of foam and blood - gurgling at the tip of Max’s tongue. His words are barely audible, and there is agony in every syllable that he regurgitates. “I’m not afraid of pain… and I’m not afraid of you.”

A hand touches the prisoner’s tear-streaked cheek - cradles it almost like a caress.

“You will be,” Charles tells him.

Excerpt #2:

Eventually, the interrogation droids floated uselessly in the corner of the room. For hours and hours, Charles would bury himself inside the prisoner’s mind.

It was the first crack that Mick had seen in a long time. Before he took over the mantle of Grand Inquisitor, Charles had been almost a mindless soldier who excelled at following orders - efficient, dispassionate, unflappable. As Grand Inquisitor, he was all of those things … with an extra edge of ruthlessness and detachment. Mick always wondered what transpired between Charles and his predecessor, but that was a question that none of the Brothers dared to ask.

He had a more pressing curiosity. What was inside Max Verstappen’s mind that so allured him?

Mick needed to know. From the moment he laid eyes on the rebel, he sensed something different about him, and perhaps Charles sensed it too.

The days had merged into weeks, yet Max remained battered but unbroken in that windowless cell.

He waited until the Grand Inquisitor was finished with him. Max’s restraints were removed bar the collar, and he was curled up in the corner of the room, barely propped up against the transparisteel wall. Mick marvelled at the smoothless of his skin - not a single break of sweat on his brow - and he started to wonder whether the prisoner was paradoxically getting stronger with every passing day. An absurd notion, which he dismisses almost immediately.

Even with the Force suppression collar active, Max still sensed him. The blond man’s eyes remained closed but his brow furrowed mildly when Mick entered, betraying his confusion at the foreign presence in his cell. A few breaths later, when Mick did not leave, the prisoner finally cracked open his tired blue eyes.

“He didn’t send you,” he murmured.

Mick knelt so that they were at eye level. “He hasn’t broken you.” He touched an ungloved finger to the prisoner’s chin. Max did not flinch, but the stiffening in his jaw made it clear that the touch was unwelcome. “How is that possible?”

Physical contact was an anchor, not strictly necessary but certainly helpful as a pathway to the mind. In terms of mental adeptness in the ways of the Force, Mick was certainly one of the stronger Inquisitors and could probably count his skills as secondary only to the Grand Inquisitor and Fifth Brother.

Max’s skin was warm and surprisingly soft. Reaching into his mind felt similar - like standing on the beaches of Scarif on a sunny day - in the beginning, at least. In the outermost layer, he is only allowed to feel the emotions that the subject wishes to project: serenity, shallowness, impassivity. He had to give it to Max; in Mick’s experience, even the strongest minds could not disguise their fear and despair after a few days - let alone weeks.

He sinks into the warm sand, wades into the shallow beaches. He prods a little deeper.

Mental invasion can be successful with more than one technique. Mick would broadly divide them into two categories: the brutal, forceful attack that aims to overwhelm the subject, or the gentle yet insistent invasion that aims to win the subject’s mind almost by soothing it. Carlos was incredibly successful with the former, as was Charles - although the Grand Inquisitor has been known to employ the latter. With Mick, he always found the insidious patience of the latter to yield more fruitful results. Better to be invited in, to see the home in its natural state with its secrets in plain sight than try to piece together the fractured pieces of a broken mind.

Neither technique gave him the answers he wanted. In Max’s mind, the only thing he encountered was a fortress of stone surrounding it on all sides. Again and again, he was repelled back to the beach, to the projected serenity of warm sand and crystal clear water. Every time he returned to the fortress, no amount of plication would permit any gates to open, and even the vines growing along the fortress gave him no foothold. In the vines, however, he felt another type of presence… an emptiness that beckoned a different type of familiarity.

Mick had never felt anything like it. The closest thing he could compare it to was the Master-Padawan bond he identified in a pair of captured Jedi that he once interrogated. Even that felt more like a tendril - a single branch of another Force signature. This was different. The vines were overgrown and draped across the entire stone fortress. The stone belonged to Max, he could discern that clearly. The cold vines were even more familiar; he had trained with Charles for years, and the signature was unmistakable.

While the stone was immovable, the vines hissed and snapped at him like serpents. Even as he withdrew from Max’s mind, he sensed the approach of their void-like presence.

The Grand Inquisitor stared stonily at him from the doorway. Mick drew himself to his feet, projecting a calm that he did not quite feel, still reeling from what he had found.

“This is not your assignment, Seventh Brother,” Charles informed him coldly, but he was not looking at Mick at all. His green eyes gazed up and down the prisoner, and a twitch in his hand exposed him.

He seemed to be asking the prisoner something, although no words passed between his lips. Mick’s suspicions were confirmed when Max met the green eyes silently and gave a small nod in return. This seemed to satisfy the Grand Inquisitor.

“I thought to have a try,” Mick replied, “as he has yielded nothing to you so far.” At the word ‘nothing,’ an almost amused smile slid across the Grand Inquisitor’s face.

“And did you succeed?” Charles’s question was clearly a taunt.

“No,” Mick said truthfully. He couldn’t help but add a lie, however: “He revealed nothing interesting at all.”

Hope you enjoyed! 😅 There is another scene I want to share, but I think it's too dark and disturbing to put here (and my sappy little Lestappen heart was hurt just writing it 🤧).

[imzsuzsis-blog]

Because of the stupid dream, I just have to pee all the time. I'm on the toilet again and peeing. The other is that we broke up with Loki, I loved him so much. The third and the little ones haven't even been born, and I'm waiting for them. I don't know what Carlos is saying, but I don't have schizophrenia, but that's what Oscar said too.

"I don't have a personality disorder, Max!!!! Stop it… I was just dreaming.”

"But the girls too..." "No Max, he doesn't dream of that either."

"They broke up with Loki because of something stupid."

"That's not true either... Your dreams are too vivid, my friend... We're still together and we love each other."

I grimaced at him, but he just waved, because he thinks boys can't be pregnant.

"Max, stop waving. I really am pregnant.”

"That's not the problem!!! But the time, say, in Montreal, I opened for you and you had an orgasm!!!! Stupid English bastard face with twins!!!!”

"I already said I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but how many more times do I have to say it?"

Presentation and gone.

"As they say half the world is a left dick."

I sat down and closed my eyes again and soon fell asleep again, I've only been doing it for a few days. On vacation, half of my group of friends got on my nerves with this, one of them even made me a cube stomach with Photoshop, because he thought it would be a good joke for teenage girls.

"Lando, Lando... Ohhh, baby, did you fall asleep again?"

Loki? Yes, no, I'm not just resting my eyes, I needed it early again."

"Dude isn't even your best friend, can you call me baby?"

"Carlos, you're rubbish. Can you hear me?”

"And you?"

There they were giggling on a bench, like two little girls from a girly novel that Lilly used to read... Well, I used to read them. To annoy her directly, but she likes it, she always laughs at me when I do this, but so does Lando.

"Yeah, we're just fooling around."

I laughed at Oscar, he showed me the girly things to read for the week.

"Gossip Girl... It's a joke, right?"

"Not Lando, now this is the next series, on Netfilx."

"I'm going to watch it now and it's damn good."

"I don't want to interrupt, but you are not complete that you started a book club and only read girly books for being boys. Okay, I look like Lando, but you don't look like Oscar."

Carlos, look at us as fools for doing this, we both love to do it, we haven't even read one of these, how to do it.

"If you don't like it, you can read one from the list."

"No thanks, I'll leave it to my girlfriend."

"It's your choice Carlos."

"Lando, is this serious? You say the one who made out with a girl in a disco, who is not, by the way, her friend."

"This is bullshit, it was another girl with another boy and the picture was taken on New Year's Eve."

"Lando, I have to make you dream, the video was just made in Ibiza... About you and Magui kissing passionately... Are you gay or not?"

I angrily slapped Carlos and started sobbing.

"Magui violently attacked me drunk and kissed me... Then she told me that he wanted to fuck me, when Keegan and Max found out, they pulled me away and told the security and threw me out."

I started shaking, I could tell it was a what-if situation, what if he did it. And she rapes me in a bush next to the disco, I'm afraid of her.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong, your friends were there to save you from this horrible girl... I can't stand calling her a whore either."

We kissed him forehead because he mentioned several times that him head hurts from something and him stomach is burning and he wants sex less... But he brushed this off for us and not for Loki, him boyfriend.

Lando jumped on my neck for some reason, I only saw what he was doing on the scoreboard.

"Pole, pole!!!!"

The guy is happy.

"Hey, I see it too."

"I know, I know, I'm just fucking happy."

I started shaking my ass and grimacing at Alex and he back at me and we did this for about five minutes.

"Lando, honey, aren't you childish?"

“Yes, I know he is, but you?"

“Carl… Loki? The fuck came to me.”

"I'm George... That you can always be messed with by your boyfriend."

"Okay, who the hell was that?"

“Who said it could be?"

I almost fucked George for saying that to me.

"Alex started on Thursday... Because you bragged about his childhood in front of the audience, then Max because he opened up to you once and you were totally intoxicated, Carlos just for fun, Oscar because he still loves you."

"Here??? You're an idiot, a dick, George Russell!! Fuck you!!!”

After I took deep breaths, I suddenly had labor-like pains again, which I hadn't had in a month, and I calmed down because of it.

"Are you fucking okay, mate?"

"Everything is fine, only Braxton-Hicks contractions are fine. It is common in the third trimester.”

"I was terrified, I thought you were going to give birth." "I won't, we are already talking about it with DR Sarha, they will come when the girls come."

"Doctor... Let's leave the other one."

"Today was agony, Loki. Let's not even talk about it."

Lando leaned over to me with tears in his eyes, because I was the only one and I was listening to what the others were saying to him. I think the whole thing was extremely disgusting, especially Carlos, who bought into a rumor again, like at the Belgian Grand Prix.

"Darling, do you know this world is just... Baby crying and two too? Did you give birth?”

He froze and could only nod, and in fright he held both children. I cried softly on my mobile through Síri. I called the ambulance as fast as lightning, but they were already here, there was a problem with someone here at the hotel.

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in the hospital

"No, no no!!!!!"

He repeated this again and now the poor man was crying from the shock, I felt sorry for him, it was unexpected and scary. We were talking and suddenly they popped out of it without any effort. Although I just spoke to George, who said that he had pain but did not deal with it.

"Lando, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?"

"It completely slipped my mind because I was busy with something else today."

I started caressing him face and wiping him tears from him eyes. It's very beautiful and cute to see when Lando cries, I always smile inside, but not now. Because it's a sad sight when we were told how big and how many grams they came into the world, we were both completely terrified, but they will survive with their needles. Instead, he is here at the Hospital because of them because he has a race tomorrow and this is his first.

"They couldn't go home for an incredibly long time, as far as Belgium at the most, because of the girls, if they get better, we can only go that far because it's a neighboring country."

"Yes, I know... This damn premature birth was in the air mainly because of what was written about you, and this is mostly the fault of today's teenagers. Because they will see you somewhere and scream and need everything about you, or they need you. It's terrible.”

I kissed his hair because I was slowly starting to fall asleep, it had been a long day and even that might make him hate himself now.

"Hello, Loki... I talked to a doctor... He was at 33 weeks..."

"What happened?"

"He started labor against him will, he read something on the internet and so on. But he said politely, he got 34."

"Good, but they are in the preterm ward."

"I know about it and I'm sorry, it would have been a few weeks."

"Are they beautiful?"

"Yes"

I saw pictures of Penelope and Leah and they really were two little beauties, I would have grabbed them but I couldn't because they weren't allowed yet.

[n1ghttrouble]

Reach out and touch faith

the t4t maxiel fic that has been stuck in my head for over a week

“Come and take it like a real man would then,” Daniel’s words cut through the air.

“What?” Max looks up at Daniel, eyebrows furrowed so deeply they’re practically touching each other. And Daniel is just smirking at him.

“You heard me. Take your watch from me like a man would.”

6.1k, explicit, daniel ricciardo/max verstappen

2016 maxiel but they're both ftm and also a little more crazy😌 they're rotting my brain please help by talking to me about them I want to hear it all thank you

writing this was very cathartic and I hope reading it can be too for any trans guys out here❤️ even if it isn't I hope it was hot at least lol

[sennaverstappen]

i wish you a kinder sea

pairing: max verstappen/charles leclerc

category: f/f

summary:

It’s… shockingly tender, is what it is. It’s true that: they are not enemies (they are rivals, it’s a big difference, Charles knows), they have talked more the past six months than that they have in twelve years, and that Max is not a person Charles minds hanging out with. But: they are not friends, let alone close friends. And surely this is something you only do with the people closest to you? Ask her to put your hair into a ponytail? After waiting outside her favorite night club? Max is bold, she’ll give Max that. Maybe that’s why she agreed?

tags: trans female character, introspection, anal sex, fluff and smut, hair kink

word count: 8012

[faerieroyal]

indecisive af so i’m polling my beloved moots and followers !!

— ❥ tagging some of my beloveds: @lovings4turn, @heliads, @spaceagebachelormann, @auxiliarydetective, @hiya-itsamber, @diorgirl444, @fairyofthehollow, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @renqiisnce.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

A sweet little short about loving someone and radical acceptance.

I had been thinking about writing a trans Max character story for awhile and this was the perfect place for it.

Daniel has the polo and the clipboard and he’s standing on a picnic table laughing with one of the parents, watching his team running around in the field behind him. He had called out surnames from his little list and they’re still waiting on one - Verstappen.

Or: Daniel coaches flag football and accidentally falls for the cute single dad.

Read here.