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[lestappenforever]

Quick, how do I tell my boyfriend we can't go out to dinner because a historical event (Lestappen top 3 + Checo third wheel) has occured and I need to document it (write a new chapter of How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen with my beautiful twin soul @f1writingbyme)?

[marieshyperf1xations]

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[likedbycheri]

me patiently waiting for @f1writingbyme and @lestappenforever to update How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen now that we got a lestappen podium

[dittaturamonegasca]

I think there should bé a fic where anyone from the grid would be third wheeling Landoscar, like, have you seen how these two interact.

So, I lack the ability and the time of f1writingbyme and LestappenForever to make this idea into a proper work like they did for "How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen" (check it out on Ao3 if you haven't already, definitely worth it) BUT BUT BUT, I can tell you how I think most of the grid would react in third wheeling Landoscar!

1) I feel like we should spare Checo, cause honestly this man has had enough as third wheel of Maxiel and Lestappen, I don't wanna give him extra traumas, SO –

2) Logan Sargeant: this one I really feel guilty about. Cause I like the narrative of him and Oscah being besties and still I cry over the sad edits of Logan just left behind. I think Landoscar with Logan has the most space for improvement?? I forgive Oscar even tho he definitely ghosted the poor Logan for the whole honeymoon phase with Lando (it's been almost two years, Osc, get a grip). I have a feeling Logan will speak up at some point and this would shake Oscar a little, so maybe he would be the more aware and more involved third wheel, possibly? They'll end up doing triple video-games championships with Lando and Logan mocking Oscar's gaming skills, mark my words.

3) Carlos Sainz: my man how does it feel to know you've wasted your chance (multiple chances, lets be real) for good? I have mixed ideas about this one, cause I think it would probably being more like Lando struggling to keep them both as close as possible resulting in Oscar being rightfully jealous 👀👀 so the third wheeling situation would be like Lando trying to involve a very annoyed and confused Carlos in their things (safe for work, ofc). I don't really see a way out of it.

4) Daniel Ricciardo: I mention him but I can't really explain cause honestly my idea of Daniel third-wheeling Landoscar is either him babysit them around Australia and bonding with Oscar over weird aussie habits OR OR OR something very NOT SAFE WORK so ( ... )

5) Max Verstappen: I love to think he'll remain an unbothered king, you know? Like he's well aware and a bit upset that his crepes companion invited someone else (beside from Daniel) to their dessert dates and that the two of them acts like lovebirds even without an actual physical contact. He'll probably send SOS texts to Charles and Daniel until a topic of (his) interest comes out and honestly at that point the power of maxplaining will win over pretty much everything and everyone. At the end of the day Landoscar turn out to be the real victims.

6) George Russell: poor thing was originally invited for a golf morning from Carlos (Landoscar were already supposed to attend), but Chili called off last minute so Georgie ended up with just the others two. LET ME TELL YOU he jumped off the golf cart cause he saw Lando placing a hand on Oscar's thigh and feared for his life. It took several minutes for them to notice he was aggressively walking behind. He was also hit by a golf ball because Oscar distracted Lando for a second too long, I guess you can figure out the rest.

7) Special mention to the PR and the McLaren team in general who's main job rn is having them to SIMPLY F O C U S outside the pit for like interviews and debriefings. I can picture Lando losing it after hearing a single compliment like "SO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY", cause ✨babygirl✨ energy hitting here and there, even tho he has tried to be somehow a model for Oscar, at least for what concerns work. Indeed I pity trainers and strategists bc ofc Oscar listens at them, but image them trying to explain a concept to him just for Lando to get there and rephrase it in the dumbest way possible and Oscar going like OHHHHH NOW I GOT IT, COULDN'T YOU EXPLAIN IT THAT WAY?

8) This is mostly a guilty pleasure but do we all agree they torture the entire f1 group chat with their subtle flirting?

IDK if this was what you had in mind but I really REALLY had fun writing it.

So let me know what you think in the comments down below, if you agree or if you want me to make it longer and/or more detailed or just to focus on a specific one in particular?

Again, my dms and box section are open to discussions, requests and any sort of (respectful) thing!

PEACE OUT 🤌🏻❤️

[charles-leclerc-official]

do you read fics? And if yes do you have any recs ?

I do read fics. And I write them too!

There are so many good ones(a majority of what I read is lestappen) but here are a few that have been consuming me recently.

Note: a lot of these are rated E.

Inhale You In Small Doses by Nova Cloud @fueledbyremembering Incubus Charles AU! Literally so much fun and really creative world-building.

After the Races by clueing_for_looks Ongoing and just an insane mix of smut, feelings realization, and drama.

When You Cut Me Open by Linearity @drivestraight Vampire AU! One of the best vampire fics I've ever read.

A Ship to Wreck by moonlightE Ongoing Pirate omegaverse AU! Crazy plot and really great world-building

you're like 9 to 5 (i'm the weekend) by MINGSHUAS @lestappenreads So good for feelings realization, and emotional angst + A lot of well written drama!

How(Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen by F1 writingbyme and LestappenForever @lestappenforever @f1writingbyme Extremely funny and clever writing about all of the lestappen 3 wheel victims.

Somebody Else by Piastrism This one features a very fraught relationship between Oscar/Charles/Max and is heavier on the angst, but there is a happy ending. It's so well written.

Pour me a Heady Dose of Atmosphere by Anonymous Android Max au! Incredibly written

Also I will finish with the shameless self plug, my AO3 I have a few complete works, some one shots, and 2 ongoing multi-chapter works(all lestappen)

If you are going to check one out let it be my completed multi-chapter work Just One Question? featuring some angst and how a situation-ship turns into a feelings realization over winter break.

There are so many more, and I know I forgot some masterpieces, but these are just a sample of some of the amazing work from our fic author community. I tagged those I know the blogs of, reach out if you want to be tagged.

Thank you, and say hi to all of these hardworking and talented fic authors <3

[laura1633]

https://www.tumblr.com/f1writingbyme/758169606416465920

it’s the way his tongue slips because of his lisp when he says “Charles” for me !!!! really hot for no reason

I'm totally with you.

Honestly I think I've lost any kind of perspective with Max now because everything he does or says is either the hottest or most adorable thing I've ever seen 😂

[2bluetwo85]

@lestappenforever and @f1writingbyme have their work cut out this weekend

[blueberry-obsessed]

Growth

The Lestappen Song of Achilles inspired drabble based on this wonderful anon over at @f1writingbyme's blog!! Dear anon, I hope you find this somehow, I'll upload it on AO3 at some point (just not now, it's just too short to deal with right now).

Also!! @iamred-iamyellow mentioned that they wanted to be tagged so here you go!! Special thanks to @marieshyperf1xations for putting up with me

This is essentially a rewrite of the first scene in Chapter Ten (10) in the original book! I might make this a series of drabbles if anyone is interested

Word Count: 855 words (I tried to keep it short and sweet!!)

Fic is under the cut!!

They turned fifteen just before winter came, their world frozen in time in anticipation of winter’s icy hold yet kept alive by the faint rays of the sun. Summer had lasted longer than usual, kept them nice and warm under its yellow beams and fresh blue skies—Charles had been incredibly grateful for all of it.

Now, he’s covered in a fluffy fur cloak—one that is, admittedly, a tad large on him—and has been sentenced to chilly winds and quick washes in hollowed-out rocks by the Gods themselves. Despite the weather, Max chooses to take a stroll outside, beneath the frozen sun.

“It is too cold, Max,” Charles had chastised.

“We have spent too long indoors,” Max had pouted, pink lip jutting out against skin too fair given the climate they resided in. “My muscles are stiff. I will be useless at practice with Chiron if I do not stretch.” He had already made his path halfway outside, there was certainly no stopping him. Charles could not let him leave alone, surely. 

They did not do much. They stuck to walking through the forest, playing a chasing game until they came across a river. It was partially crystallised—almost mirror-like—and they spotted a few pieces of stone nearby. The rest of it is fairly obvious.

 °°°°

Max throws another pebble in. It ripples against the river water three, four, five times and lands further than Charles’ last one had. The river is clear—clearer than it has ever been, but Charles doesn’t track the movement on it. He watches Max, instead—watches him pick up another stone, watches the movement of the slight muscle in his limbs.

There are no mirrors here, and the surface of the river, unsteady. So, Charles has only ever been able to measure his growth by the changes in Max. Max’s limbs are slender, despite the muscle Chiron has worked into him—it is to be expected, they are still young. Charles imagines he is much the same. Although Max’s chest is broader, his shoulders are square, and his face firm around the edges—he, somehow, still looks soft.

“You have grown,” he mutters, chucking another rock. It is too heavy—bounces once, twice, thrice and unceremoniously sinks into the depths of the river. In their swishing reflection, he can see Max’s raised brow. “You look older,” he tacks on. 

Max turns to him, fully now. The pebbles slip from his hand and crush the fiery leaves as they fall to the earth.

“I do?”

“Yes.” It is said with a finality and he has to play with the cold soil beneath him to avoid his companion's gaze.

“Wait, turn here.” And, well, Charles has no choice but to force his hands by his sides and turn.

Max’s hands find purchase on the sides of his face immediately. He moves Charles’ head around as if he is inspecting him for any injuries. He’s a bit ashamed to admit to himself, but it’s not an unfamiliar feeling.

“You are different as well.” Max’s eyes shine with something Charles does not quite know, and he notes that Max’s hair is longer too.

“Different how?” his voice is quiet, and all his energy is focused on willing his hands to stay by his side—lest he do something unwanted, like brushing droplets of splashed water away from blond hair. Max regards him for a moment too long.

“Your face, mainly.” Max traces his fingertips along his jaw. The attention makes Charles feel warmer than the fur cloak ever did. “You are sharper here.”

“A lot?” He brings his own hand up, the touch of his flesh is cold. He does not find anything new, however—he still feels the same, flesh and bone. 

Max takes his hand. His grip is apprehensive at first, yet growingly confident as he drags it further down. Despite the training Chiron has put him through, Max’s hand remains soft as it meets Charles’ collarbone.

“Sharper here too,” he comments, intertwining their fingers and sliding them back up. He gently pokes at the newly emerged Adam’s apple on his throat. He swallows under the weight of Max’s finger just because he can and wants to—wants to feel Max’s skin move along his. “But here. You are soft, yet still sharp.”

That does not make any sense, Charles wants to say, but he finds himself unable to speak. 

Max does not mind his silence and instead drags their palms further down.

“That’s enough.” It is more abrupt than intended, yet Charles’ face is unusually warm given the weather and Max looks flushed from the cold. “We should head inside,” he offers, softer this time. Diligently, Max nods, still slightly avoidant, though. Thankfully, he helps Charles clamber onto his feet regardless—their hands intertwined once again.

“You would not be displeased,” Max shrugs, his hand in Charles’, “with how you look now.” His face grows warm again, and he can not help himself anymore—he brushes a stray leaf out of Max’s hair. His hand lingers for a second too long and he prays to the Gods that Max misses the action entirely.

“Neither would you.”

They speak no more of it.

[anepiphany]

so i’m insanely happy to have max, charles, and checo rounding out the top 3 today, even with max’s penalty, but i am also excited to see a checo pt. 6 chapter on the third wheeling lestappen fic by our lestappen icons f1writingbyme and lestappenforever 😋

[f1writingbyme]

The Box In The Closet

Lestappen | 6 009 words | Fluff | Rated T | Sequel by @lestappenforever and @f1writingbyme

As promised, here it is!

You asked, we deliver: the Christmas gift Max never got to give Charles in The Seasons of Heartbreak. We wanted to answer this question in the only way we know how: by writing these two being idiots in love with just a touch of humor.

You can read the full fic on AO3 here.

Summary:

The box is still mocking him.

“Hey,” he greets, because he’s not a neanderthal. Then: “What’s in the box?”

“Hey,” Max greets back. Then, simply because he can and will avoid the subject as long as possible: “How was lunch?”

“Fine. Joris is mad at me, though,” Charles responds, refusing to elaborate because that’s not what needs to be the focus right now. He asks again. “What’s in the box?”

“Why is Joris mad at you?” Max asks, bluntly ignoring Charles’ question once again.

Charles wants to shake him, just a little. “Because I was distracted all through lunch. What’s. In. The. Box?”

“Why were you distra—,”

“Max Emilian Verstappen, what’s in the fucking box?!”

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OR: The contents of the fucking box Max kept stashed in his closet from The Seasons of Heartbreak are finally revealed.

[celientjeee]

I was tagged by the lovely @f1writingbyme to share this lil list with ya'll ❤️

currently watching: A Good Girl's Guide To Murder & 9-1-1 Lonestar (and im loving both!)

spicy/sweet/savoury: Savoury all the way! Then sweet and I'm not a big fan of spice.. It burns my tongue SO fast haha

current obsession: Bookstagram! I love sharing my love for books with fellow booknerds.

relationship status: Happily in a relationship with my bf of 7 years!

last song i listened to: Breakaway - Martin Garrix

No-pressure tagging @fueledbyremembering @blueballsracing @jennarations @insilanar

[lestappenforever]

How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen - Checo, part 6

Oh, the original Lestappen third wheel, how we've missed you. ❤️

Lestappen top 3 + Checo third wheel is back, and so are we!

Brought to you by yours truly, @f1writingbyme and I.

(Mind you, I've had five glasses of wine and two mango daiquiris, and Ilse has had three G&T's - we take no responsibility for proofreading.)

Read chapter 17 on AO3 here.

[marieshyperf1xations]

Marie 🥺 there is no need to post this, but I just wanted to thank you for your reblog. Those tags are so sweet ❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much, darling, I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoyed reading 🤗

Sorry it took me way too long to get to this (life was life-ing a little too hard for my liking), but here we are now 🫶

I started reading your fic while I was waiting at the doctor's today, and I'll be honest, I had to take a break because I just couldn't stop laughing and people were staring at me like I was growing a second head. You strike the balance between being funny and sweet, while still writing them as authentic characters. I seriously admire your talent, both in creating stories and artistry with words. When I say you're one of the best writers this fandom has seen, I'm not exaggerating one bit. I'm in awe of what you deliver time and time again and I will never stop shouting it from the rooftops 🧡

[lattesqueeze]

hello!!!! tag game wooooohoo!! thank you sm @lestappenforever and @f1writingbyme i loveeeee you 💛

currently watching: Money Heist (but not really - i haven’t had good enough internet for like two months lol)

spicy/sweet/savoury: girl when i tell you i have the most ridiculous sweet tooth (but if someone could give me some fries rn that would be marvellous)

current obsession: alvin and the chipmunks. don’t ask.

relationship status: singular but regularly in travel-induced situationships

last song i listened to: cavalinho by pedro sampaio

taggingggg @f1-giuki @wanderingblindly @monacotrophywife @fueledbyremembering aaaaand anybody else who wants to tap in

[f1writingbyme]

The Seasons of Heartbreak

Lestappen | 14 075 words | Angst with a Happy Ending | Rated T by @f1writingbyme and @lestappenforever

As promised, here it is!

We strongly urge you to listen to Stick Season by Noah Kahan and Stick Season (Her Version) by Deeps, as those are the two songs that inspired this entire fic.

And if you're in the mood for more ✨vibes✨, you can find our full fic playlist on Spotify here.

You can read the full fic on AO3 here.

Summary:

As the ‘I can’t do this anymore’ slipped from his lips, Charles missed his exit and continued straight ahead, unable to fully see the exit sign through his tears.

The tears fill his eyes as quickly now as they had done in his car that day, and Charles finds himself realizing that he hasn’t felt happiness since. Not even once.

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OR: When two men are hurting from a break-up, they can only use each other to make it right again. But they have to realize that first.

OR: The seasons of heartbreak, seen through the eyes of both Max and Charles.