#lezstappen

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Just a little WIP thats been haunting me

Unrequited Lezstappen. Oh and also Daniel is there

Charles has had more to drink than is probably proper. Dinner is over, everyone is just sitting around the table and having drinks now. She wants a cigarette, but even if it’s the off season, she can’t jeopardize her career like that. Even if the car is shit this year, even though they were supposed to have a good season. Although she supposes it could be worse, she could be George.

She goes out to the balcony anyways, maybe a bit of fresh air will clear her head. Daniel is there, because of course he is, and he’s hitting a vape, because of course he is.

“You know those things are poison”

“Yeah, Max hates it. I've been trying to quit but at this point I’m just circling through the different form of nicotine. You know it's actually kinda funny, I got this cuz I thought it would help me ween off of zyns—“

“I don’t actually care, Daniel” Why him? She doesn’t see the appeal, honestly. Maybe if she was a wannabe influencer or someone wowed by the idea of a professional athlete she’d understand. But Charles can't wrap her head around what Max sees in him. At least in 2017 Daniel was hot, but now he's a balding washed up retiree. She’s a four time WDC, and he only has eight wins to his name.

“Hey are you feeling alright”

“What, am I not allowed to not want to speak to you right now? Because something has to be wrong to any woman who doesn’t want to speak to good old Danny Ric, right?”

“Jesus, no, of course not, you just seem, you know what never mind”

“No please say what you were going to say” she’s being snappy and a bitch, but who cares she'll blame it on being drunk and a rough season.

“You just seemed a little out of dinner, just wanted to check in, no need to bite my head off”

“Congratulations, you’ve checked in. I’m fine”

“Jesus okay, I won’t ask again.” He turns to walk back inside. And she should let it go, but he’s going to go back to her, and get to be with her, like its okay, like how he treated her was okay, because she forgives him, because she’ll always forgive him, because he’s Daniel fucking Riccardo and for some reason Max will let him walk all over her again and again and again. And Charles has been good all night, and she’s so good all the time, so she lets go

“When you break her heart this time, can you give me a heads up so I can prepare. You know as a courtesy”

The way he whips around, the hurt clear in his face, gives her the flash of joy she’s been craving. It’s like beating Seb, or Carlos, or Lewis, or any other man that supposed to put her in her place. Oh how good it feels to drop the mask. She’s already rearing up for her second round when Daniel just huffs “whatever Charlie, just get home safe, Max cares about you” before walking back inside the restaurant, leaving her deflated.

[valyrfia]

lestappen? more like LEZstappen...thank you! i'll be here all night

LEZstappen you are so correct.....anon you are a visionary thank YOU for this gift.

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Another snippet from the lezstappen WIP

“I didn’t know Daniel was in town.” Daniel hasn't been in Monaco while the F1 circus has been in town since the end of 2024. He's rented out his apartment and seems to split his time between LA and Perth, if his personal instagram is to be believed.

“Yeah, it is a last minute thing”

“And is he staying with you”

“Naturally, we cannot just kick his tennants out, that would be rude, where would they even go?”

“So is he staying with you or with you”

“Would it be so bad if he was?” Max looks at her like a child preparing to be scolded.

yes “No. I mean I don’t like it, but you can make your own decisions”

“Its not like that—”

“Oh so you guys aren’t sleeping together then”

“No we are, its just not like how it was. You know before—”

“How exactly has it changed” Charles isnt giving Max room to breath. She's probably being rude to Carlos and Lando right now by not engaging with them at all, having a private conversation right in front of him. Frankly this is a conversation for the ladies washroom, but she doesnt care right now.

“We are, of course dating now”

“Dating, dating, like boyfriend girlfriend dating or dating going on dates while fucking dating? “ She doesn’t let Max respond “because he’s called it dating before but that didn’t end up being different”

“I know that, obviously, I did not mean that. I said it was not like how it was before. It’s not like that now”

“Oh, has he said that?-”

“Yes!” Max answers her as soon as the question ends, not letting Charles continue her rant.

“Oh”

Max’s face is a little flushed in the blotchy way that happens when she’s upset. Now Charles just feels like a bitch. There was a time, when they were children, that she got enjoyment out of making Max upset. Max gets angry and mean before she gets sad and pouty. If I pushed her in a puddle, then she’d yell at me. Now Charles hates it. It makes Charles feel like a bully. And it’s not like Max is a saint. Max can be a grade A bitch like the rest of them. In fact, Charles loves bitching with Max. Making fun of George was probably the basis of at least a quarter of their friendship. But Max doesn’t do it to be a bitch. She’s not like Charles. Max just thinks she’s being honest, and being a bitch is a consequence. Sometimes part of her misses being a bitch towards Max, because there was something—is something– about having Max’s full attention on you.

“Now can you be happy for me so we can talk about it”

[fullsundiall]

lezstappen but its subtop femme charlie and power bottom butch maxie

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Fic Wip pt 2

One shot - female Charles/female Max and Daniel/Female Max.

Every time Max and Daniel break up Charles is left to pick up the pieces.

Flashing back and forth from a drivers dinner with Daniel, Charles, and Max to various moments in Charles and Max’s situationship.

Daniel wasn’t even supposed to be at this dinner. It was supposed to be her, Max, Carlos, and Pierre-just a casual thing while Pierre was in town, or as casual as dinners in Monaco could be. But when she got to the restaurant, there were five table settings. Originally she thought maybe Rebecca or Kika would be joining them, but Carlos and Pierre were already sitting down and it didn’t look like anyone else was. Only a second or so later she gets her answer, when Max walks in, Daniel right behind her. She’s walking towards the table but her head’s tilted back towards Daniel mid-laugh, leading him towards us by her hand. 

Carlos gets up and moves to wrap Daniel in one of those awkward bro-hugs. She guesses they’re doing that now, the whole stand up and greet them schtick.  “Oi mate, I didn’t know you’d be joining us.”  

“Yeah, sorry about crashing your dinner. It was kinda a last minute thing but I’m visiting Max for the week and she didn’t want to leave me alone in the apartment—I think she’s afraid of me pissing all over her stuff like a stray dog or something” 

Charles supposes this will probably be her only time she gets to see Max for the rest of the week then. Internally, she’s mad at herself for being shocked. This happens every now and again. Daniel will swan back into Max’s life, and they’ll be attached at the hip for a week or a month, before he fucks off back to California or Australia or where ever else he goes when his insecurities get too much for him to handle. Externally, she puts on a smile as she presses two kisses into the sides of Max’s cheeks and gives Daniel a stilted side hug.

pt 1

[driving-in-circles]

Fic WIP

One shot - female Charles/female Max and Daniel/Female Max.

Every time Max and Daniel break up Charles is left to pick up the pieces.

Flashing back and forth from a drivers dinner with Daniel, Charles, and Max to various moments in Charles and Max’s situationship.

She feels like a bitch for not liking him. Smiling Daniel. Funny Daniel. Everyone’s friend accept hers apparently. Maybe it’s because he’s too loud, the way he seems to take up all of the air of any room he’s in, the way that all the conversations end up circling back to his wacky hijinks with actors and American athletes. Everything about him grates on her. A million tiny little things that usually don’t bother her when it’s anyone else doing them, but she simply can’t stand it when he does them. It makes her want to get up and leave mid meal, dramatically storming off. But she won’t. She’s not going to cause a scene. That’s just be ridiculous everyone else is having a lovely time, she’s just being a bitch.

***

Charles is not in her own bed. She’s not even in her own hotel room. It’s late enough, or maybe early enough that the sky is just starting to turn purple. If she looks out the bathroom window she can see the sun starting to creep over the dessert. Vegas is weird like that-the way it harshly drops off from a city to dessert. It’s like an island. She can almost pretend that the real world doesn’t exist, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and all that jazz.

She needs to get out of bed soon, before anyone can catch her doing the walk of shame back to her own hotel, the one that Ferrari booked her and very much expect her to be in. It would be PR nightmare if she got papped carrying her shoes out of Max’s hotel. She can almost hear Silvia’s tirade about being a presentable lady, not a party girl, not sleeping with the enemy, not a lesbian. All equally damning in the eyes of Ferrari. For a second she thinks about letting herself get caught. Maybe then she could take Max out on a proper dinner date. Maybe they’d think she fucked a redbull mechanic.

Max barely stirs when Charles does eventually get up. She’s probably still drunk off her championship and the 20 or so gin and tonics people kept handing her all night. Charles digs around in Max’s suitcase for a clean pair of underwear and some clothes. She probably could just call a car and re-wear her dress from last night, but borrowing Max’s clothes gives her an excuse to see her again in Monaco-ostensibly to return them.

She’s basically on her way out in a plain t shirt and Jean shorts when she sees max’s phone unlocked on the night stand. And she knows it’s all kinds of fucked up to look at Max’s texts but they’re right there. She barely has to strain to read them.

Daniel 🍯🦡

congrats champ 🥳🏆

it was always gonna be you

call me when you get a chance

I miss you

Charles grabs one of the redbull team polos and leaves.