#at this point it's mostly just me and my sibling..

[cheftsunoda]

it’s only been 2 days but it feels like a lifetime, i simply can’t stay away.

ollie bearman x antonelli! law student! reader

ollie and kimi’s list of crimes grows by the week it seems and that has moved me so now we’re here. It just makes sense that kimis older sister is a law student who falls for oliver “can’t stop confessing to crimes” bearman.

i’m gonna have to start a notes app of the ideas i have for you, i’m starting to lose track.

(also i changed my picture, tell me im pretty (despite the obvious lack of mascara))

love you❤️

in the name of the law — ob87

smau + blurbs

ollie bearman x !law student antonelli reader

kimi antonelli x !sister reader

being kimi antonelli’s older sister was always a full time job. add law school and two races a month into the mix? you are stuck somewhere between impossible and unhinged. but kimi was in his rookie F1 season, hopelessly attached to you, and you had structured your third year of law school to be mostly remote — which meant that you were always in that monaco apartment. and then there was ollie. oliver bearman— kimi’s best friend, haas’ new golden boy, and human liability. he had a talent for racking up speeding tickets in different countries, for accidentally live streaming things that should’ve stayed private, and for looking at you like you are the only person in the paddock that mattered. you tried to focus on torts and case law, on keeping your little brother grounded in the most high pressure season of his life, but ollie kept showing up — in the kitchen, on your phone, in your head. somehow, between championship points and legal deadlines, you were falling for the one man who couldn’t stop confessing to crimes.

fc : ashton wood

(a/n) : omg hey my angellllll<3 you look absolutely stunning like i would marry you rn on the spot. like soooooo fucking good. barking. growling. on my knees. PICK ME PLEASE. and i get so sad if you’re not in my inbox for more than like two days… im just like does she not love me no more??? where is my WIFEEE?? but i love u sm and this idea was so cute and i had so much fun.

also i saw an interview where ollie said kimi was moving in with him after he graduates so i made that a thing in this fic so yayyyy:)

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yn_antonelli

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yn_antonelli : officially back in monaco and i have two things to say. 1. i am in love with simba gasly 2. this picture of maggie refusing to let me go at the airport is precious and will forever be etched the back of my brain. that is all. goodnight x

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pierregasly : the real question is when are you babysitting again bc he cried as soon as you left

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↳ yn_antonelli : do NOT tell me that. i will dognap him rn 😭

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↳ franciscagomes : pretty sure he likes you more than us anyways🤷🏻‍♀️

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babickovaeli : i missed you so so much! we def need to go out again and make kimi pay 😌

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↳ yn_antonelli : i missed you even more 😚 dinner and drinks taste much better on kimi’s card.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : isn’t the older sibling supposed to pay for everything?

↳ yn_antonelli : 🍅🍅

↳ yn_antonelli : the older sibling in this case is broke from law school and flying around the world to comfort her little brother.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : fair. take my card anytime you want

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kimi.antonelli : mia bella sorella, sono così felice di riaverti. (my beautiful sister, so happy to have you back.)

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↳ yn_antonelli : what do you want

↳ yn_antonelli : you are only nice like this when you want something

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↳ kimi.antonelli : not true. SLANDER.

↳ yn_antonelli : you are using that wrong.

↳ yn_antonelli : anyways. get to it. what do you want?

↳ kimi.antonelli : just really grateful to have such a supportive sister (i need you to make sure what im signing is legit)

↳ yn_antonelli : there it is. be home soon.

↳ kimi.antonelli : also maggie never looked that happy to see me.

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↳ yn_antonelli : u just aren’t the fave

↳ username000 : the antonelli sibs are so special to me

maxverstappen1 : Glad you are back. Kimi has been rude since you left.

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↳ yn_antonelli : andrea. is this true?

↳ lando : oh she first named you bro.

↳ kimi.antonelli : MAX!!!! stop. yn he is just trying to get me in trouble. i have been an angel the entire time.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : slander. AGAIN. i need a lawyer.

↳ yn_antonelli : cannot be part of this case as it is conflict of interest srry

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olliebearman : you say goodnight and then proceed to send me 17 simba pictures

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↳ yn_antonelli : unappreciative 🤧 never texting you ever again

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↳ olliebearman : noooooo yn. i didn’t mean it!! how can i ever make it up to you??? 🧎‍♂️

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↳ yn_antonelli : send me a shirtless selfie xx

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↳ kimi.antonelli : OLLIE DO NOT. YN BAD. NO.

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↳ olliebearman : too late

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↳ yn_antonelli : licking my phone screen rn

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↳ kimi.antonelli : ugh gross 🤮

—

You barely get the door open before Kimi’s voice rings out from somewhere inside the apartment.

“Took you long enough. Did you adopt Simba or something?”

You laugh, toeing off your sneakers and dropping your bag near the couch. “Honestly? I wouldn’t have said no. That dog has better manners than you.”

Kimi pokes his head out of the kitchen with a dramatic eye roll. “He also tried to eat my sock last time I visited. We’re not pretending he’s innocent.”

You make your way into the kitchen, still sun-kissed from your weekend at Pierre and Kika’s place. “Okay but he is the love of my life. It’s Simba’s world and we’re all just living in it.”

Kimi snorts. “God help us all.”

You pull open the fridge, immediately grimacing. “Why is there nothing in here except Gatorade, one sad orange, and what looks like leftover fries in a coffee filter?”

“That’s Ollie’s attempt at dinner,” Kimi says, wandering in behind you. “He said he was ‘too tired use a plate’ like that explains anything.”

“You both need supervision.”

“Yeah, well,” Kimi shrugs. “That’s why you’re here.”

Right on cue, the front door opens and Ollie strolls in, kicking it shut behind him. He’s still in his team polo, curls slightly windswept, a grin spreading across his face the second he spots you.

“Well, well, well,” he says. “Monaco just got a little prettier.”

You shoot him a look, trying not to smile. “Did you practice that?”

“Nope,” he says, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door. “You just have that effect on me.”

Kimi groans. Loudly. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I’m just being polite,” Ollie says, walking into the kitchen. “Besides, I haven’t seen her in, what, three days? I think that earns me at least one compliment.”

“She doesn’t want your compliments,” Kimi mutters.

“I actually don’t mind them,” you say casually, pulling out a glass.

Kimi nearly chokes on air. “You’re both dead to me.”

Ollie leans against the counter next to you, close enough that you feel his shoulder brush yours. “So how was Simba? Did he try to come home with you?”

You grin. “Almost. Kika caught him trying to sneak into my suitcase.”

“Smart dog,” he says, then adds under his breath, “Same strategy I was gonna try.”

Kimi flings a kitchen towel at his face. “NO. No flirting with my sister! That is a rule. A written rule!”

“I’ve never seen this in writing,” Ollie grins, pulling the towel off his head.

“Do I need to draft a contract?” Kimi snaps.

“Boys,” you say, sipping your water with mock serenity, “I’ve literally passed two tort exams this week. I could sue both of you for emotional distress and win.”

Ollie leans in a little closer. “I’d represent myself. Just to sit across from you in court.”

Kimi makes a strangled noise. “I’m moving out. I’m going to Max’s.”

“Go ahead,” you and Ollie say in unison.

Kimi turns on his heel and disappears down the hallway, muttering about betrayal and restraining orders. You glance at Ollie, who’s still watching you with a soft, smug smile.

“Welcome home,” he says, a little quieter this time.

You shake your head, fighting the blush. “Shut up.”

But you’re smiling too.

—

The sun is high, the Mediterranean is sparkling in the distance, and your torts textbook is open in front of you, pages fluttering slightly in the breeze. You’ve managed two whole hours of peace — no noise, no distractions, just iced coffee, highlighters, and the faint hum of waves below. For once, it feels like law school might not destroy you. Naturally, the universe doesn’t let that last.

“OI, PROFESSOR,” Kimi’s voice echoes from inside the apartment. “DO WE GET EXTRA CREDIT IF WE BRING SNACKS?”

You don’t even look up. “Not if they’re flaming hot Cheetos again.”

A beat.

“What if it’s Oreos?” Ollie asks, suddenly appearing beside you with a grin and a very suspicious looking plate of cookies.

You blink at him. “You didn’t make these, did you?”

“I assembled them,” he offers proudly.

“You stacked them, didn’t you?”

“Triple decker,” he confirms.

Kimi barrels onto the balcony a second later with a half-full Gatorade and no sense of spatial awareness. “Move your highlighters. I need space.”

“You’re not studying,” you say flatly.

“I’m auditing.”

“This is not a seminar.”

“Yet.”

You sigh and scoot your books over slightly to make room, though it feels more like you’re giving your sanity away inch by inch.

Ollie plops down beside you, his knee bumping yours like it’s muscle memory. He rests his chin in his hand and squints at your open notes. “Okay, explain this bit to me. What’s ‘negligence per se’?”

You pause. “It’s when someone breaks a law that’s specifically meant to prevent the kind of harm that occurred. So the violation itself proves negligence.”

Ollie nods solemnly. “Right, like when Kimi—”

“Don’t.” Kimi warns.

“No, no, I need this for context,” you say, half-laughing, half-afraid. “What did he do?”

Ollie leans in, voice lowered like he’s telling you a secret. “Okay so last winter, Kimi tried to ‘drift’ a golf cart through a snow-covered paddock in Austria—”

“OLLIE.”

“—and he may have taken out a VIP lounge tent.”

“It was poorly placed!” Kimi argues, flailing one hand while sipping Gatorade with the other.

You stare at them. “That’s—okay, yeah, that’s textbook negligence. Possibly even reckless endangerment. You’re lucky no one sued.”

Kimi pouts. “You say that like it wasn’t sick.”

“It was impressively dumb,” you reply. “Which is different.”

Ollie grins, shameless. “Okay, what about unauthorized use of a vehicle?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why are you asking that?”

“No reason.”

“Ollie.”

“Well—hypothetically,” he says, drawing the word out, “if someone borrowed a security buggy in Baku because they were late for curfew—”

“OH MY GOD.”

“—and accidentally drove it onto pit lane—”

“KIMI,” you hiss, looking at your brother, who’s pointedly not making eye contact.

Kimi shrugs. “It was dark.”

“You two are a liability.”

“We’re a team,” Ollie corrects. “A chaotic, well-fed team.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am going to need my own legal insurance policy just knowing you two.”

Ollie leans closer, nudging your elbow until you peek at him through your fingers.

“If you ever get tired of civil law,” he says with a smirk, “you could always defend me full-time. I promise to make it worth your while.”

You stare. “Are you flirting while listing things I could put you in prison for?”

“Gotta keep you engaged,” he says innocently. “This is interactive learning.”

“Interactive insanity.”

Kimi snorts. “I should charge tuition just for having to listen to this.”

“Or therapy,” you mutter, scribbling unauthorized vehicle use into the margin of your notebook.

Ollie leans back in his chair, stealing one of your sticky notes and doodling a heart on it.

“C’mon, counselor,” he says with a lazy grin, “you love us.”

You roll your eyes. “I deal with knowing you.”

“Same thing,” Kimi mumbles around an Oreo.

You look between the two of them — one covered in cookie crumbs, the other still grinning like he’s the protagonist in a romcom. Your study session is in shambles, your textbook is now decorated with cartoon smiley faces, and you’re weirdly okay with all of it. Against your better judgment, you smile. “God help me.”

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f1gossipgirls : Kimi Antonelli went on a podcast and casually admitted to credit card fraud because he and ollie bearman “stole Ollie’s trainers credit card and bought a ton of stuff” — and his sister, who is literally in law school, interrupted the interview just to say, “As Kimi’s legal counsel, I strongly advise him to shut the fuck up.” no like this family is unhinged 😭😭😭😭

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username00 : i need to hear ollie’s side of the story rn

username0 : yn is so iconic. she was just there scolding kimi and those interviewers were dying laughing.

username1 : not kimi casually stealing a card and calling it “a misunderstanding” 💀

username5 : no but imagine yn just trying to finish her reading and kimi’s like “is stealing really stealing if it was an accident?”

username7 : yn antonelli is only 3rd year law student and she is already getting a taste of the real world trying to defend ollie and her brother 😭

—

The living room is deceptively calm. You’re planted on the floor with your back against the couch, surrounded by an explosion of law textbooks, color coded notes, and the faint hum of lo-fi study music playing from your headphones. You’ve got a midterm next week, a case brief due tomorrow, and maybe three functioning brain cells left. Kimi, meanwhile, is perched at the kitchen counter behind you, deep into a Zoom podcast interview with his mic clipped to his hoodie and zero adult supervision.

You’re not paying attention. You should’ve been. “Yeah, so we did actually steal his credit card.”

Your head jerks up so fast you pull a muscle in your neck. “Ollie dared me to do it, and I figured, you know, he probably deserved it after that one gym session where he made me run stairs for 45 minutes. So I just… took it.”

You freeze, blinking at the wall like it’ll provide answers. “We ordered like… a beanbag, noise-cancelling headphones, five boxes of protein bars, a punching bag — which is still in the hallway, by the way — and I think we accidentally subscribed him to like a fruit of the month thing.”

You slam your torts textbook shut and turn around slowly.

“Kimi. What the actual hell did you just say?”

He half-glances at you over his shoulder. “Huh?”

“You just confessed. To intentional credit card fraud. On camera.”

One of the podcast hosts snorts. “Wait, is that your sister?”

Kimi lights up like he’s proud. “Yeah, that’s her! She’s in law school.”

You march straight into frame, highlighter still in hand, and give the camera your most professional death glare.

“Hi, yes, as Kimi’s legal counsel — and unfortunately, his sister — I would just like to advise Kimi to shut the fuck up.”

The podcast hosts lose it. One of them chokes on their drink. Another is wheezing.

Kimi grins. “She’s mad because I wouldn’t let her eat the protein bars.”

“I’m mad because you’re out here building a felony portfolio and dragging me down with you!”

From down the hall, Ollie calls out helpfully, “Don’t forget the disco light!”

“YOU ORDERED A DISCO LIGHT?!”

“I thought it would help morale!”

“Oh my god.”

You drag a hand down your face, muttering to yourself about future bar applications and how early is too early to start drinking.

“Kimi,” you say slowly, “you knew it wasn’t your card?”

“Yeah, obviously. His last name is literally on it.”

You stare at him. The hosts are still dying.

“I hate this family,” you mutter, storming off screen.

In the distance, you hear Ollie yell, “Wait, do you know where the disco light went?”

You yell back, “INTO THE EVIDENCE BIN. NEITHER OF YOU GET IT BACK.”

—

Kimi left an hour ago for some cardio session you’re 90% sure he’s going to complain about in thirty minutes. He’d barely made it to the elevator before turning back to shout, “Don’t let Ollie set anything on fire while I’m gone!”

You’d saluted. Ollie had bowed. Now, the sun is casting golden light through the windows, and the chaos has settled into something soft and warm. You’re curled up on the couch, laptop back open, textbook balanced on the armrest beside you, highlighter clutched loosely in one hand. Your coffee’s gone cold, but you’re too lazy to care. Ollie’s across from you at the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone, chewing idly on a granola bar. He’s unusually quiet, for once not throwing a stress ball or trying to balance a fork on his nose. You catch him sneaking glances at you every few seconds.

You raise an eyebrow. “You good?”

He pauses, like he’s debating something. Then he sets his phone down and stands up, wiping his hands on his hoodie like he’s nervous. Which is weird. Ollie is never nervous.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, walking over to you, “you know between your legal intervention and Kimi admitting to credit card fraud on both of our behalf…it’s been a chaotic day.”

You smirk. “That’s what happens when you two share a frontal lobe.”

He grins but doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he leans his hip against the back of the couch, voice soft now. “You’re always dealing with us, huh? Cleaning up our messes, reading law books while we’re over here planning our next felony.”

You tilt your head. “It’s not technically felony-level. Yet.”

“Still,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “You do a lot. For Kimi. For me.”

You blink, heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it does whenever he gets like this — a little too sincere, a little too close.

He hesitates, then finally blurts, “So I figured maybe it was time I took you out. On a real date.”

You freeze. “A real date?”

He nods, eyes on yours. “Yeah. Not a team dinner. Not a group movie night where Kimi insists on sitting between us like a human traffic cone. Just me and you. Somewhere nice.”

You blink again.

“You’re serious.”

“I’m very serious,” he says. “I even googled romantic restaurants in Monaco, which is something I thought only Charles would do. So that’s how committed I am.”

Your cheeks are warm. “Did you really?”

“I did,” he says proudly. “I also accidentally made a reservation under the name ‘Oliver Bearclaw’ because I was on voice text and sneezed halfway through.”

You laugh, pressing your hand over your mouth. “That’s so stupid.”

He grins. “Yeah, but you’re smiling. So I’m calling it a win.”

You look at him for a moment — all sunlit curls and hopeful eyes and way too much heart in his stupid little grin — and it hits you that he’s not just asking you on a date. He’s been falling for you this whole time. The flirting, the teasing, the way he always walks into a room and makes sure to say hi to you first — it wasn’t just a joke. It was real. And maybe… you’ve been falling, too. You set your laptop aside and stand up slowly, facing him.

“Okay,” you say softly. “Take me out, Bearclaw.”

His grin widens like the sun just came up.

“For real?”

“For real,” you nod. “But only if you promise not to commit any crimes between now and then.”

He places a hand over his heart. “No felonies, I swear.”

“Misdemeanors?”

“Minor ones.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile’s too wide to hide.

—

The restaurant is tucked away on a quiet corner near the Port, a place you’ve passed a hundred times but never stepped inside. It’s warm and golden inside, all low lighting and tall windows that overlook the water. The kind of place where time feels like it stretches and softens around the edges. And Ollie — Ollie is waiting at the table, sleeves rolled to his forearms, curls a little too fluffy, smile entirely too wide when he sees you walk in.

He stands up fast, almost knocking into the waiter. “You look—wow.”

You glance down at yourself, at the simple dress and slightly curled hair. “I look what?”

He pulls your chair out for you. “Like you’re about to sue me and steal my heart.”

You laugh as you sit down. “That was tragic. And kind of sweet.”

“Story of my life.”

Dinner is easy — conversation flowing like it always does, but softer somehow. You talk about school, about the things you hate studying, about how you once considered switching to marine biology after a breakdown in year one.

He talks about growing up on tracks, about how surreal it still feels to be in F1. He doesn’t say it out loud, but you know the weight it isn’t always gentle. You reach across the table and touch his hand when his voice gets quiet. He relaxes immediately under your fingers.

Dessert comes and he orders two spoons without even asking. “I’m not letting you eat crème brûlée alone. That’s a crime.”

“You would know.”

He smiles, but there’s a shift — something tender in his eyes, something quieter than the usual chaos he tosses around like confetti. After dinner, you walk along the marina. Monaco glows at night — golden lights reflected in the water, luxury yachts bobbing gently, laughter drifting from balconies. He keeps brushing against your shoulder like he’s testing fate. You stop near the railing, just where the dock curves out toward the sea.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say, glancing up at him. “It was… really good.”

He looks at you like you hung the moon. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

You smile. “I kind of figured. The flirting during my breakdowns was a giveaway.”

“I had to keep you entertained somehow. Also, I thought maybe you’d be impressed by my criminal record.”

You laugh, leaning into him. “It’s extensive. I might write a dissertation.”

“I’d be honored.”

He takes your hand then — slow, careful, like he’s waited exactly long enough to be sure. And when you look up at him, heart beating a little too fast, he leans in and kisses you. Soft, like a secret. Like a promise.

There’s nothing dramatic about it — no fireworks or cheers or music swelling behind you. Just his hand on your waist, the scent of the sea, and the feeling that maybe, finally, the chaos has led you somewhere you want to stay.

You pull back slightly, smiling against his lips. “So… what’s the verdict?”

He grins. “You’re definitely going to be the smartest person I’ve ever dated.”

“Yeah?”

“And the prettiest.”

Your face warms as you nudge him playfully. “God, Kimi’s gonna hate this.”

“Yeah,” Ollie laughs. “But I don’t really care.”

And neither do you.

—

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f1gossipgirls : Ollie Bearman went on the same podcast as Kimi Antonelli and not only CONFIRMED the credit card theft story — he added that he once “stole his trainer’s ID so he couldn’t leave the track and I wouldn’t have to do cooldown laps.” To which a poor and tired YN Antonelli yelled at him from behind the camera, “OLIVER. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP. TALKING.” 

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username000 : someone needs to lock these men up and give yn a vacation + a bottle of wine

↳ yn_antonelli : i need it. pls. someone help.

username00 : they’re gonna get her disbarred before she even graduates

username1 : ollie’s smile when she scolded him?? he’s in love.

username5 : her legal career hasn’t even started and she’s already stuck doing crisis PR full time 😭

username7 : oh i love them all so much. give them to me.

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The door is closed. Your laptop is open. The air conditioning is finally working. For the first time in 48 hours, you feel a tiny hint of peace. You’re curled up on the small couch in Ollie’s driver room, laptop buzzing and an absurdly large iced coffee next to you. There’s just enough WiFi to submit your assignment and watch a torts lecture on double speed. Across the room, Ollie is mid-interview with a podcast crew — his mic clipped to his race suit, feet kicked up on a stool, expression way too relaxed for someone with a camera in his face.

You’re only half-listening until you hear it.

“Yeah, the credit card thing was real.”

Your eyes snap up from your laptop.

The host laughs. “Wait, seriously? You and Kimi actually used your trainer’s card?”

Ollie just grins, dimples out, completely unbothered. “Oh yeah. We found it on the counter before a sim session and decided to test if it worked.”

Your highlighter slips out of your hand.

“It did,” he continues, like he’s talking about the weather. “So we just… kept using it.”

You sit up. “Oliver.”

“We didn’t buy anything crazy,” he says quickly. “Mostly snacks. Gym gear. A massage gun. I think Kimi ordered a beanbag chair. And like, maybe… matching hoodies?”

You slam your laptop shut. “Oliver.”

The host is laughing too hard to ask the next question. Another one goes, “That’s insane. What did your trainer say?”

“Oh, he was chill about it,” Ollie says, waving it off. “I gave the card back eventually. But that’s not even the worst thing I’ve done to him.”

Your head whips around. “Don’t—”

“There was this one time in Silverstone,” Ollie says, leaning back, “where I straight up stole his  ID.”

The room goes silent.

The hosts blink. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, I took his ID and hid it in my glove box. He couldn’t leave the track because security wouldn’t let him through the gates.”

You stare at him in pure disbelief. “Why?”

He shrugs, totally unapologetic. “Because I didn’t want to do cooldown laps alone and he said he had somewhere to be. So I… created a situation.”

From your corner, you yell without even thinking.

“OLIVER. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP. TALKING.”

He jumps slightly and turns toward you with a guilty smile. “Oh. Hi.”

You stand up slowly, hands on your hips. “You’re on a recorded podcast. And you just admitted to identity theft.”

“Technically it wasn’t identity theft,” he says innocently. “I didn’t use it. I just… blocked his escape.”

“That’s not better!”

One of the podcast hosts mutters, “This is better than Drive to Survive.”

You walk into frame, highlighter still in hand like a legal weapon. “Hi. Yes. As Oliver Bearman’s unofficial legal counsel and the only sane adult in his orbit, I would like to make a formal statement— he is no longer allowed to speak in public.”

The hosts are crying with laughter now.

Ollie beams at you. “She’s cute when she’s mad, isn’t she?”

You turn slowly toward the camera. “He’s lucky he’s cute or I’d be representing him from a holding cell.”

He winks. “Wouldn’t be the worst date we’ve had.”

You groan, turning away. “I’m going to sue you.”

“Good thing you’re already in law school.”

Behind the camera, someone whispers, “I think they’re in love.”

You grab your laptop and head toward the door before Ollie can start confessing to international crimes.

As you’re halfway out, you hear—

“Wait, can I tell them the story about the golf cart in Barcelona?”

“NO, YOU CANNOT.”

—

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yn_antonelli : since ollie and kimi insist on admitting their crimes in front of the whole world, i made them take me to brunch and used both of their cards at hermes as payment for my defense.

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franciscagomes : brunch and birkins… you’ve got a bright future in negotiations mama

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oscarpiastri : So what I’m hearing is that you extorted your clients?

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↳ yn_antonelli : actually mr. piastri, it is considered compensation for emotional damages.

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kimi.antonelli : STOP SPENDING ALL MY MONEY PLEASEEEE

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↳ yn_antonelli : stop confessing to crimes on live podcasts and maybe we can discuss a compromise

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↳ kimi.antonelli : honestly fair point tbh.

alexandrasaintmleux : your honor, she’s iconic. sigh.

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↳ yn_antonelli : omg omg i love uuuuu

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The sun is shining, the water is glittering, and Kimi Antonelli looks like he hasn’t slept in 36 hours. Even though he just slept for 14. 

“Why am I here,” he grumbles, slumped in the backseat of the Uber with sunglasses that cover half his face. “I didn’t even confess that many crimes.”

“You admitted to credit card fraud and stealing a man’s identity in the span of twenty-four hours,” you say, scrolling through the brunch menu on your phone. “I deserve eggs. I deserve champagne. I deserve a Birkin.”

“You’re going to steal our money to buy a Birkin.”

“I defended you from public ridicule and potential legal investigation.”

“I don’t even like brunch,” he mutters. “Who eats breakfast at 11:30?”

“People who aren’t under investigation,” you snap.

Ollie, sitting beside you in the Uber, just laughs — far too amused by the whole situation. “I like brunch,” he says, looking down at you with that stupid grin. “Especially when you’re mad. You get all—bossy.”

You glance up, squinting. “Would you like to confess anything else while we’re en route to a public restaurant?”

“Not unless you’re charging me by the hour.”

Kimi groans dramatically. “I hate whatever the fuck this is.” 

—

You’re seated at an outdoor table with a sea view, sunglasses on, napkin in your lap, and a mimosa already in hand. Kimi looks like he’s about to throw himself into the ocean.

Ollie’s watching you over his menu, smirking. “You’re glowing today.”

“That’s what financial revenge and fresh pastries will do to a girl,” you hum.

The waiter returns with your first round of orders — coffee for Kimi, a breakfast burger for Ollie, and a small mountain of avocado toast and poached eggs for you.

“I hope you’re both ready to pay,” you say brightly, stabbing your fork into your toast. “Because I ordered three sides. Out of principle.”

Kimi doesn’t look up. “I’m telling Nonna you bullied me.”

“She’ll be proud I’m finally asserting myself.”

“Does she know you're about to max out my card at Hermès?”

“She would be proud.”

Ollie sips his orange juice, clearly enjoying this too much. “Honestly, watching you argue is kind of hot. Should I confess to tax evasion next?”

You pause, slowly turning toward him. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

He grins, unbothered. “You’d still make me pay for brunch first.”

You tilt your head. “Damn right I would.”

Kimi finally looks up from his phone. “Are you two together or are you just blackmailing him through brunch?”

You and Ollie both respond at the same time—

“None of your business.”

“I think I’m in love with her.”

You nearly choke on your mimosa.

Kimi slaps his credit card on the table. “I’m leaving. I’m paying. I want nothing to do with whatever this is.”

“But we haven’t ordered dessert yet,” you pout.

Kimi glares at you through his sunglasses. “I will throw you into the sea.”

“Please do,” Ollie says, smirking again. “I’ll jump in after her.”

“You’re both sick,” Kimi says, standing and muttering as he walks toward the cashier. “I’m moving out.”

You smile as the waiter returns with a tiny silver bell and a dessert menu.

“Round two?” Ollie asks, reaching for your hand under the table.

You squeeze his fingers. “You’re paying.”

He grins, boyish and hopeless. “Always.”

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You had planned for Hermes after brunch as Kimi made a comment about how “law students don’t need nice bags” and Ollie laughed, and now here you are, standing outside the most intimidating boutique in all of Monaco — sunglasses on, mimosa still coursing through your veins, and absolutely unhinged on principle.

“YN,” Kimi says warily as the automatic glass doors open, “let’s talk.”

“No,” you say sweetly. “You committed crimes. Now I’m committing retail.”

Ollie follows you in like a golden retriever on a leash made of guilt and admiration. Kimi drags his feet like a hostage.

“Do you need a bag that costs more than your first years tuition?” Kimi hisses as the polished sales assistant greets you like you’re royalty.

“I need financial restitution,” you say calmly, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “And emotional closure.”

The assistant smiles. “Are we shopping for anything in particular today, madam?”

You gesture to Kimi and Ollie, both standing awkwardly behind you like they’re about to be publicly executed. “They’ll be paying.”

The woman beams.

“Excellent. Right this way.”

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You’re standing in front of a full-length mirror with a black Birkin draped over your forearm. It looks obscene. It looks divine. It looks like justice.

Ollie’s perched on the velvet bench nearby, watching you with the kind of dumb, smitten look that says, I would rob a bank if she asked nicely.

“You like it?” he asks, tipping his head.

You raise a brow. “I love it.”

“Then it’s yours.”

Kimi, from the corner, nearly chokes on the sparkling water the assistant brought him. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“She loves it,” Ollie shrugs, pulling out his card. “She deserves it.”

“She bullied us into a brunch we didn’t want and is now financially blackmailing us in Hermès!”

You smirk as the assistant gently takes the bag from you to box it up.

“You’re the one who said ‘it wasn’t even a big deal’ after admitting to stealing a man’s identity on camera.”

“You didn’t represent me! You just yelled ‘shut the fuck up’ from behind the couch!”

“That was the defense! And it worked!”

Ollie, whispering to the cashier— “Would now be a bad time to mention I also used the trainer’s gym membership without asking?”

“KIMI. HE DID MORE. THAT MEANS I GET SHOES TOO.”

Kimi is now fully slumped into the armchair, sunglasses on, mouthing prayers to the ceiling.

The assistant hands you the receipt with a reverent smile and says, “We’ve added a small gift for your troubles.”

You nod graciously. “As you should.”

As you walk out, massive shopping bag in one hand and Ollie’s hand in the other, you turn back and call. 

“Thanks for brunch! Thanks for the bag! Try not to commit any more felonies this week!”

Kimi doesn’t respond. He’s already Googling how to block you from his bank account.

—

The apartment is quiet. Sunlight pours through the windows, casting golden light across the hardwood floors. For once, there’s no podcast playing, no shoes being thrown, no one dramatically announcing a new crime. Just you and Ollie in the kitchen.

You’re leaned against the counter, his hands on either side of your hips, your fingers tangled in the soft collar of his hoodie. He’s smiling against your mouth — all warm lips, soft touches, and stolen breaths like this has been a long time coming. Because it has.

“I really like you,” he murmurs, nudging your nose with his.

“Even though I made you pay for the Birkin?”

“Especially because you made me pay for the Birkin.”

You laugh, tugging him closer by his hoodie strings, just as he leans in again — lips brushing yours, his thumb ghosting along your neck. It’s soft, easy, a little reckless.

And then— The front door bursts open.

“WHY IS THERE A PARKING TICKET WITH MY NAME ON IT?!”

You and Ollie freeze mid-kiss like two teenagers caught making out by a high school principal. Except the principal is your younger brother and he’s holding a crumpled parking citation and an espresso.

“OH MY GOD,” Kimi screams. “ARE YOU—ARE YOU KISSING?!”

Ollie pulls back slowly. “Hey, mate—”

“NO. NO HEY MATE. WHAT IS THIS?!”

You blink. “…Kimi, we’ve been soft launching for a month.”

“I THOUGHT THAT WAS A BIT,” he shrieks, tossing the parking ticket into the air like confetti. “I thought you were gaslighting me!”

“We literally held hands in front of you—”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.”

Ollie steps back with his hands up. “Look, we weren’t hiding it—”

“YOU,” Kimi snarls, pointing at him. “I LET YOU LIVE HERE. I LET YOU EAT MY CEREAL. I TRUSTED YOU.”

“To be fair, it’s my cereal, and my apartment.” Ollie mumbles. 

“IRRELEVANT.”

Kimi storms toward the kitchen, righteous fury in his socks. “Ollie, I swear to god, if you hurt her—if you so much as misplace a single hair on her law school head—I will run you over exactly 8 times.” 

“Okay,” Ollie says nervously, backing into the island. “That seems extreme—”

“You’re lucky you have dimples or I’d kill you right now.”

You step in between them, putting your hand on Kimi’s chest like a bodyguard. “Relax. He’s not hurting me.”

Kimi narrows his eyes. “Are you sure he didn’t put something in that mimosa?”

“Kimi.”

“I’m just asking!”

“I’m literally holding his hand.”

Ollie gives Kimi a little wave. “Hi.”

“I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS.”

You sigh, reaching over to grab the espresso out of his hand. “You need to calm down and hydrate before you combust.”

Kimi glares at both of you. “You owe me emotional damages. And a new box of cereal.”

Ollie shrugs. “Want me to buy you Hermès socks?”

“I DON’T WANT YOUR GUILT SOCKS.”

Kimi storms off to his room, slamming the door dramatically behind him. There’s a beat of silence. Then from inside his room,

“IF I HEAR KISSING SO HELP ME GOD—”

You burst out laughing and lean back into Ollie’s arms, grinning. “Well. That went well.”

Ollie kisses your temple. “Honestly, better than expected.”

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olliebearman : she loves me and my extensive list of crimes.

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yn_antonelli : this is legally admissible. delete immediately.

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kimi.antonelli : I WILL BE PRESSING CHARGES. against both of you.

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redbullracing : @/yn_antonelli please come get your menace. he has been caught in the act again.

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yn_antonelli : he does not belong to me. i have never ever seen that man in my life. i wish him the best of luck.

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kimi.antonelli : I TOLD HIM TO STOP DOING THIS. TOO MANY CAMERAS.

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oscarpiastri : He does this at Mclaren too. Took my smoothie out of my hands. Said absolutely nothing and walked out.

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charles_leclerc : he stole like 5 coconut waters from me in the matter of a month

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olliebearman : ALL OF THIS IS SLANDER. I DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL MY LEGAL COUNSEL IS PRESENT. YNNNNNNN!!!!

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[81astriss]

might as well be drunk in love | oscar piastri

fem!reader x oscar piastri

fanfic & smau (mostly fic)

NOT PROOFREAD !! apologies for any mistakes

you and lando have been friends since you were children—you were practically siblings at this point. you knew his deepest, darkest secrets and he knew about your secret crush on his teammate, oscar piastri. but after accidentally sharing a drunken kiss at a party, fans don't really have anything positive to say about your situation.

a/n: okay wow this was longer than i expected HSJKDSASHJD not my best tbh i didn't really know how to execute this that well but it's finee.... i think 🙏😇 idk i don't usually do fics but this idea was consuming my mind so yep!! IF anyone wants to remake this, go ahead but give me creds & tag me THANKYEUWWWHHH also if this is inaccurate its bc dont drink and ive never been to a party 😬

⎯

Post-Monaco GP called for a celebration. A party! And of course, you were invited. Honestly, you wouldn't have said yes if Lando didn't tell you that Oscar would be there. He's been trying to set you up since last year when Oscar first became his teammate.

One part of Lando's that rubbed off on you was being a party person. As long as you had some social battery left, you enjoyed parties. Music loud enough to block out your thoughts, drinks strong enough to drain out your emotions, it was perfect.

Right now, you weren't really in the mood. But he had somehow convinced your long-time crush, Oscar Piastri to attend a party so who were you to decline?

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The venue was bigger than you imagined. People were everywhere but no matter, you could probably sit in a corner, pray Oscar would want to leave early but no.

Oscar found his spot on a table near the door while you made your way to the open bar to loosen up. A few minutes later, Lando came up to you and took a seat right next to you.

"Well this is new." He said, before ordering another drink. "You're sitting alone and not mingling with others."

"I didn't really want to come in the first place."

"And yet you agreed to come nonetheless." He smirks before taking a sip. "I wonder why." He glances over at Oscar who was then approached by a girl, who was clearly drunk.

Their conversation seemed to be flowing and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest.

Charli XCX's 'party 4 u' played loudly in the background. Great timing, isn't it? Lando watched with much amusement as every emotion played out on your face.

You waited for the girl to leave.

And waited.

And waited until it had been over an hour or two. You had too much to drink, lost track of time, and Lando was nowhere in your line of sight. To make matters worse, two more girls were now chatting up Oscar. Two!!! None of which were you. God knows if he's really enjoying it but he had that charming smile on his face and it pissed you off.

A few more drinks later, Lando noticed his teammate looking over at you every now and then and made his way back to you with a smug yet somehow empathetic look on his face.

You've had just about enough so you went outside, took off your shoes and dipped your feet in the pool. Only 3 other people were outside with you. 2 making out and one shirtless, trying to convince his girlfriend to not leave him (which was slightly funny because she was on speaker so you could hear the whole thing).

The moonlight reflected off the surface of the pool, tempting you to jump in while a Kendrick Lamar song was playing faintly from inside.

You would've driven yourself home despite being drunk but this time you were just a bit too exhausted to do so.

Your best friend sat down beside you, trying to find the proper words.

"He almost never goes to these kinda functions."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?"

"I told him you would come."

No words came out of your throat. Without warning, your curly-haired friend pushed you in the pool and you made a sound that could only be described as demonic.

It was the alcohol making you act without thinking. Both of you. You locked eyes with your drunken best friend and instinctively leaned in and your lips met.

"Well that's not how I expected this conversation to go." Lando says after you pulled away after about 3 secods.

"This is like the time in high school when you asked me to practice kissing with you for this girl."

"Yeah but this time you're the one who needs practice to kiss a boy."

"Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?!"

"No, but I'm saying Oscar's a good kisser and you might not on his level."

"So you're—what—wait how do you know how Oscar kisses?"

"I don't! I'm just guessing. Pure assumptions!"

The two of you were laughing at your ridiculous conversation when you suddenly felt nauseous and ran to the nearest bathroom. Lando took that as a signal to call Oscar (and pray he didn't get drunk) so he could drive you home.

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↳ user1 i knew oscaryn was real since 2023 🤞

f1gossip ‼️ Oscar Piastri was seen walking out of the Monaco afterparty with Y/n L/n. The two were seen being unnecessarily close while walking together. 👀

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↳ user2 oh he's so fine 😍😍 and she's there too i guess.

↳ user3 i have a bad feeling abt y/n

↳ user4 i fw landoyn childhood bsfs to lovers more 🙄

user5 both lando AND y/n have publicly stated that they are and will only be friends, nothing more. user6 ^^^^ they're more like siblings even user4 idk i don't buy it 🫤

↳ user7 idk abt y'all theyre kinda cute ???

↳ user8 "unnecessarily close" maybe bc y/n was DRUNK??? and having trouble walking?????

user9 she should control her liquor then or something rather than demand her bsfs teammate to bring her home

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↳ user1 HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

f1gossip Y/N L/N AND LANDO NORRIS WERE KISSING AT THE SAME PARTY SHE AND OSCAR WENT TO????? 😱😱⁉️ Follow f1gossip for more updates about this crazy situation.

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↳ user2 OH NAHHHHH

↳ user3 what did i say 😇

↳ user4 i fucking told you all

↳ user5 this being posted 2h after the oscaryn one is crazy timing

↳ user6 so is this considered incest or...?

↳ user7 oh what the fuck oscar and lando deserve better than that cheater

↳ user8 she's just drunk !!! y/n babe get behind me

user9 drunk actions are sober thoughts user8 isn't it drunk words are sober thoughts user10 works for actions too

↳ user11 does she even qualify as a wag? 💀💀

user12 if she does, shes the worst one

↳ user13 idk she must be doing sumn right if she pulled both mclaren boys

user14 and the best in manipulation award goes to... user15 Y/n M/n L/n 🤢🤢

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↳ user16 WHORE

user16 omg who said that...

↳ user17 wow slut

You stare at your phone screen in shock when you saw everything. The hangover was killing you and when you walked out of the room, Oscar was there? In your hotel's kitchen?

You didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. The both of you sat there in an uncomfortable silence, just waiting for the other person to say something.

"Drink too much?" He attempts to talk to you while taking a bite out of the toast he made while you were sleeping.

"Maybe a little." You drink your coffee which had cooled down a bit thanks to you waking up late.

Silence.

"Have you been online in... I don't know, the past 6 hours maybe?"

"Lando called," He says, ignoring the question. Or maybe he just didn't hear? "He told me everything. And yes I have, I've seen what they're saying. How are you holding up?"

You're not sure whether to be relieved that he hasn't cursed you out or be nervous at how calm he is about this.

Instead of questioning him any further about his conversation with Lando, you cry. You were physically exhausted from the night before and now even mentally exhausted thanks to what people on the internet are saying.

You would much rather be anywhere else, having a breakdown in front of someone else than here in front of Oscar. Hell, you'd rather cry in front of a serial killer who has it out for you! At least they would end your misery instead of stare at you while you let every emotion you've been feeling for the past 12 hours.

Oscar doesn't waste a second. He pulled you in and let you sob in his chest. Without asking for permission, he opened your phone (your password was 0406, quite easy for him to guess), and logged out of all your social medias.

"It's okay, I understand." Those words felt like a knife to your chest. You weren't sure what exactly he understood but in that very moment, you just felt safe.

"I know it was an accident that you kissed him, I know that you got way more drunk than you were supposed to last night," He explains. "And I know that you like me."

You probably should've cared more about that but given the situation you were in, it felt like you could not care less anymore if he likes you or not.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you." You try to lighten the situation (and avoid the fact that he knows about your feelings for him.)

"Well, yes obviously. But also because I like you too. This isn't the situation I was hoping for when I'd tell you that but eh. When life gives you lemons..." He rambles on. "Anyways what I'm trying to say is I'd still be with you even with all that's going on. Okay saying that is also bad timing but—"

You cut him off with a kiss on his cheek as one on the lips felt a bit too much right away.

"But aren't you afraid of me ruining your reputation or something?"

"Then our reputations will be ruined together."

He didn't care about what anyone else had to say about you. Thanks to him, anything and everything they said just dissipated into thin air and it all felt irrelevant.

Only Oscar Piastri can make a situation this bad feel like the best day of your life.

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oscarpiastri we'll pay the price i guess.

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oscarpiastri never

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ending was VERY rushed but i'm very sleepy and i have training tmrw so good luck to me </3 i tried smth new with this and i honestly wanna do more works that are just fics but for now this is all i got 😭🙏

tysm for the support on my kimi smau !! im working on another smau (i barely started but i have the plot n everything ready) so maybe it'll be finished in like 4 days bcs im kinda busy over the weekend. anywho that's all hope u liked this and if you didnt pLS LMK HOW I CAN GET BETTER AT WRITING FICS :)

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[rooniearts]

Knux as Tails' big brother AU asks!

I've already gotten a small handful of questions about this lil au, so I thought I'd answer some! Looks like it's gonna be a mainstay :'D I'll need to find a proper name for it,,, "Another Brother" speaks to me, let me know what y'all think or if you have some better suggestions!

ANYWAY,,, onto the asks! There are about 10 of them this time 'round! :D

I think he stays mostly the same, honestly! Maybe a bit more abrasive and rude, but he already was that way before lol :'D Tails is probably the one who is most changed by this shake-up!

Hmm, see, I don't know about more reckless because he doesn't seem to have changed that part of his behaviour even after gaining his sidekick. He's already impulsive and reckless to the point of Tails needing to constantly tell him to take it back a notch, and doesn't show much worry whenever his lil buddy crashes a plane for the 50th time.

But you know what he definitely is? Way less patient! He used to be SO impatient in the classic games that he would literally rather jump off the stage never to be seen again than stand still for more than 3 minutes. I like to think having a small, anxious child around taught him to take a breather and be more understanding of others :')

It was answered in this post (this ask was sent before that), but the short answer is he rafted and then flew! :] Probably seemed like a nice, isolated location to hide in

@kingsnooz

Oh, absolutely! I do think he's still the type to use his craftiness to win his battles, but there's no way Knuckles didn't teach him how to punch real hard. Maybe he even turns out to be someone who likes to spar for fun like his big bro!

Thank you! :D

1) YESSS ABSOLUTELY, that's SO adorable!

2) I think initially he would be sceptical or dismissive like he usually is about tech in canon, but he would eventually see at least some value in them, just because they make Tails happy if nothing else <3

3) And they ABSOLUTELY would make Angel Island so treacherous to navigate, yeah :'D Sonic 3 & Knuckles ULTRA HARD MODE

I considered it, but I don't think I'll go down that road, unfortunately :'D I kinda like where Amy stands in canon, and I think a Sonic without a sibling is an interesting concept to theorise about!

LOL, Tails once again being forced to ve the responsible one </3 Free my boy

Honestly, I always liked the idea that Ray and Tails are good friends in general, but the idea that in this AU they met when they were both really young is killing me a lil. That's so stinkin' cute. Lil' flying yellow buddies :')

I think so! This Tails is probably very sceptical of strangers because, unlike Sonic, Knuckles absolutely did not teach him to trust people despite the hurt he's been caused by a select few. I got a different ask about how I think the plot of S3&K would change, and I plan to do a proper breakdown of that! :]

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

STOP BULLYING THE BIG SIS!

TW: mention of suggestive themes, nothing else—just comedy.

Another stupid drabble but this is lowk funny af( ͡°з ͡°) Gosh, this author's block or wtv it is,is killing me. Yk when you write whatever you want but you still hate it no matter how good it is? Yeah that.

tagging: @ravenwritten @shintaru @sylith @zyart-jpg @kuchisabishiiiii @wthphe1n @sylith @i-nssomniia @bfwooin @bunnygirlgonewild @erisawrites

Dividers by @omi-resources ur dividers saved me<3

Hajun just came back from the store, holding the plastic bag in his hand, which was full of pain killers, heating pad, chocolates and of course, apples.

He still remembers the pain he left you in this morning and guilt gnawed at his heart. Your legs were aching, unable to walk, despite the sleep you got—even though it wasn't much due to having....grandiose night with him—you were horribly exhausted. Damn, he really should work on his self-control.

But it's a bit hard to do when you two haven't gotten moment for yourselves for more than months. Mostly because his younger brothers were dragging you around, constantly sticking with you and even having audacity to don't let Hajun near you. So, he missed you. Greatly. And he showed you how much last night.

He thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd get moment of peace with you; just you two cuddling, or him giving you massages but no...

He realized he was horribly wrong when he saw his youngest brother glaring at him with teary eyes, looking at him like Hajun just committed murder and offended entire human race, right from the moment he stepped into the house.

"What's wrong?" Hajun asked, concerned. He looked around the room to see if the middle one was around but he was nowhere to be seen, probably playing games in his room. So the issue, as he guessed, concerned his youngest sibling only.

He was wrong, again.

"I'm upset with you," his youngest brother sobbed, his lower lip trembling as he gazed to his older brother with utmost betrayal. "you monster!"

"Huh?" Hajun blinked. Then blinked again. "Wha—? What are you upset about?" He questioned, kicking his shoes off at the door and walking towards his brother that he raised as his own son, yet got met with such strong accusation and complaints he wasn't even sure where they were coming from.

"You think I don't know what you did to big sis?" The boy sniffled, pointing accusations at his own brother.

Hajun stood in one place like total idiot, confused as hell. What he did to you, huh? He scratched his head, remembering what his brother could be referring too. Then it clicked. Last night—

Oh.

Wait, please no—

But his brother didn't have mercy, screaming and shouting. "She was screaming! You made her scream! You hurt my big sis!" He let out chocked sob. "You were the one who told me to never hurt girls but what did you do?! You—You are a monster!"

Oh god, this can't be real. This has to be stupid dream...

Hajun walked in living room, not being sure how to approach this. With bit of hesitation, he finally gathered his words.

"Listen, buddy—"

"No, I won't!"

"No, wait, lemme explain—"

"Blah blah blah. I won't listen to a boy who bullies women at night!"

Oh god.

Hajun could swear he heard his middle brother wheezing from laughter through his room and at this point, he was sure you were hearing this dramatic misunderstanding as well.

He took a deep breath before calmly responding. "I didn't bully her. You got something wrong. I can't explain but I didn't hurt her like that."

"You can't explain because you have nothing to excuse yourself with, criminal." His brother declared and Hajun gave up. Shit, he's not good at these type of conversations.

He pointed a finger at your shared bedroom. "C'mon and ask her yourself."

You were taking a nap, peaceful and well deserved nap after your night with deprived, touch-starved Hajun. Your sweet, sweet boyfriend and well, you as well, got too lost in each other's touches to even notice the exhaustion and limits of your bodies, and that's how you ended up in the need of wheelchair.

But you were woken up by shouting, screaming...It was Hajun and his youngest brother, who accused him of being a criminal and bully. Even though you didn't listen to whole argument, you already could guess what this was about...

And the door opened. Hajun walked in the bedroom with plastic bag and everything you asked him to buy but he had company; his adorable youngest brother whose nose got runny and eyes swollen from crying. He immediately ran to hug you, climbing on the bed as he glared at Hajun.

"What's wrong?" You asked the little guy there.

The boy sniffled and turned to face you, frown casted upon his expression. "Tell me the truth, big sis. Did Hajun bully you yesterday?"

"Bully me?" You questioned, receiving the nod from the child. Gosh, this situation was too funny that you could barely hold your laughter back. You glanced at Hajun, who looked you with undefeating desperation, basically begging for your help with his eyes.

"No, he didn't bully me." You answered with confidence but the boy didn't buy it.

"But I heard you screaming. You were begging him something."

"I..." You hesitated, trying to explain without making it obvious on what you and your boyfriend were actually doing. "Listen, dear..." You bit your lip, there was nothing you could explain that with. "There's a thing called psychosis—"

"Hey!" Hajun scoffed at you. Out of all things, you could only blame this on hallucinations?!

"Right right, sorry." You coughed, correcting yourself. "I wasn't getting bullied. And I wasn't hurt actually, I liked it."

Hajun's brother furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. He glanced at you, then Hajun, then you again. "Big sis, you're weird too."

You could only laugh at that. No excuse, honestly. Even Hajun chuckled at that while grabbing the apple from the plastic bag.

"Yes we're weird. Very weird." You nodded your head, somehow keeping a straight face.

The boy sighed and hugged you again, his head resting in your neck. "I thought you got bullied..."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Your brother would never do that, you know it."

Hajun sighed in relief, finally free from accusations that sprouted purely from childish misunderstanding. He spoke up while chewing an apple. "See? I told you."

Hajun turned around and took a bite from his apple, thinking all this was over but god...

"I'm still upset at you." His youngest brother suddenly spoke up again.

Hajun almost choked on the apple, raising his eyebrow at his brother. "What for??"

"I heard you two ate pizza without me yesterday."

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Twilight: *playing music in the kitchen*

Wild: *cooking and singing along in a Squidward voice*

[pezpenser205]

ty to all our freinds and awesome people letting me rant through that holy shit. their main blog seems to be @ theultimatehater btw if they try to send you nasty shit too. idk how my besties figured that out but thank them for that as well.

[shieldmaiden19]

The Bridgerton boys really are all hoes.

Anthony - the ‘so intense it makes him stupid’ hoe

Benedict - the ‘hoe for a good cause’

Colin - the ‘self-absorbed, dumb of ass’ hoe

[halfbaked00q]

im too deep down the silly rabbit hole... all of these ppl in the comments on various old man daniel craig interviews like he's so rude! he's so grumpy! ugh he hates talking about Bond so much, so ungrateful! and Im here like don't worry mr craig I understand you ... you just have a rly dry British sense of humor.. and also you ARE kind of tired of ppl making everything about Bond when ur not even on the press junket for Bond...

like. u gotta understand. this is an old man who according to Jamie Lee Curtis is NOT on any socials. The man is an actor but he is not an Influencer. off stage/out of character he's gonna be himself he's not gonna try to be a Brand

[thebigqueer]

thisis probably rich coming from me cuz im sure im just being hypocritical when i say this but you kno wwhat !!! sometimes i am not open to cues and i need people to spell shit out for me ok!!!! please do not expect me to just imemdiately understand shit if you dont communicate your feelings with me ok!!!! i am so so sos mad!!!!

[arolesbianism]

Sometimes I worry that I make my worldbuilding in stories too edgy and dark but now in those moments I can simply remember project moon exists and live in peace knowing that I can do whatever the fuck I want and that I in fact need to get more batshit with my worldbuilding

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Murph needs to introduce Cyra immediately because this big art piece Im working on would be better if I could include Cyra and Callie :/

[dan-crimes]

Also it's kinda funny realizing just how much people do NOT pay attention to you in day to day life cuz my sibling that I have known for 16 years and have lived under the same roof for all that time is only NOW starting to notice how strangely I move and talk like my body language, the way I say shit is constantly changing, but like in a consistent way

Like of course it's normal to me since I'm the one doing it so of course I know I'm doing it, but other people just really haven't noticed how odd I am lmao

[hyperfixation-or-death]

Thinking about a Parallels AU where the main four + Camille are all different ages at the start of the show, and all the dynamics are different because of it.

The only main characters who have met at the start are Sam and Victor, and Sam and Bilal.

Sam is fifteen years old, so he's the closest to his canon age.

Victor is nine years old, so he's the youngest by a lot in this.

Bilal is thirty years old, and he's working with his mom on the tests. He also tutors Sam in math on the weekends.

Romane is nineteen years old, and hasn't met any of the other main characters.

Camille is nine years old, and she and Victor go to the same school.

Episode one starts when Sam is supposed to go to tutoring, but ends up needing to bring Victor with him, because their parents weren't able to pick him up from some activity or other.

I haven't figured out how they get to the woods from there; for the sake of convenience, let's say that cat Romane and Camille feed shows up injured, and they end up following the cat to try and help it? Work in progress.

Anyways, once they're close to the bunker, they run into Romane. Assuming we're going with the cat plot device, because I can't think of anything else right now, Romane was also trying to find the cat. The cat is gone now, though, and they're all about to turn back.

Then Victor notices the bunker (the key is in the door, idk), and wants to go inside. Sam and Bilal don't think it's a good idea, but Romane also wants to go inside for some reason, and the four end up going to check it out.

The test goes off, of course, and the timelines split.

Timeline 1 - Romane and Victor are left in the bunker.

Victor definitely blames himself for the disappearances, since he was the one to suggest going in the bunker in the first place. Romane also definitely blames herself for the disappearances, since Victor is nine years old, and she should have known it was a bad idea, but she didn't, and now this kid's brother is probably dead because of that.

Romane ends up talking to Victor afterwards, and realizes that he goes to school with Camille. The conversation turns to that, and Victor mentions that he's not doing great in some subject or other; a subject Romane happens to be good at. Feeling like it's the absolute least she could do for him, she offers to help him with homework after school.

Since Victor is literally an elementary school child, his parents are not sending him to boarding school. They do become increasingly distant and harsh, and Victor becomes increasingly convinced that they don't care about him.

Victor ends up spending a lot of time at Romane and Camille's house. At first, it's just because Romane's helping him with homework. Then it sinks in that no one else understands what happened in the bunker, and that fact starts playing into their dynamic. Then he starts to become friends with Camille. By the time four years have gone by, Victor and Camille are close friends, and Romane sees Victor as another sibling. (She hasn't moved out yet because a. She's attending university nearby. and b. She doesn't trust Herve and wants to keep an eye on her family.)

Then Vanessa Chassangre dies, and Romane is faced with the possibility of losing her sister. She's trying to figure out if she has any chance at getting custody, when Victor shows up to ask if she wants to go back to the bunker. Neither of them have figured out the correlation with the test in this AU, but they still go, out of sentimentality and curiosity and several other complicated emotions.

Test happens again; Victor and Romane time travel.

Timeline 2 - Romane and Bilal are left in the bunker.

Bilal connects the dots between the tests and the disappearances pretty quickly. He tells his mom. Then he tells Romane.

Bilal decides to try and find a way to save Sam and Victor. This time, it's less out of personal grief and more out of a sense of responsibility for what happened and guilt.

Romane graduates high school feeling completely lost. She doesn't know what she wants to do with her life, and she can't shake the guilt over what happened.

Haven't planned it out too well, but Bilal and Romane stay in contact. I'm not sure how it's going to work, but he's able to get her accepted for an internship at some point, and she ends up working with Bilal and Sofia.

The three of them continue to work at the time travel. Along the way, Romane becomes close with both Sofia and Bilal, viewing them as family.

Vanessa dies; Herve tries to take Camille. This time, it doesn't work. Romane has a support net, a steady income, and a future in the physics field. Romane gets custody of her sister.

They figure out the time travel. Bilal decides to go back.

Timeline 3 - Sam is left in the bunker; Bilal travels back to this one; Victor and Romane travel back to this one.

Since Bilal was already an adult before the time travel, Sam still recognizes him. He's clearly aged several years, though, which everyone is very confused about. Bilal has his canonical memory loss.

Idk what happens for the first day, but then Romane and Victor show up to the timeline at the same time they do in canon.

I haven't thought about how the plot changes from there, but the timeline where Victor kills Sam and then disappears after time traveling again doesn't happen. The official explanation is that they're able to stop it from happening the first time; the actual explanation is that I can't keep track of that many timelines in an already complicated AU.

Notes on the AU:

Camille ends up being there for the finale's events, both because she's a little older in the AU and because she's friends with Victor in the AU, so she insists on coming with the main characters.

Victor's emotional conflict ends up being roughly the same, because on the one hand, he's had more of a support net for those four years, but on the other, he's younger with more intense emotions, so it all kind of evens out.

For obvious reasons, none of the canon romantic relationships exist, with the exception of Sofia and Lieutenant Retz.

Obviously lots of things are different with this one, but I can't really think of a lot right now because I'm tired, so I might add to this later.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Guess who applied for college??

[toskarin]

one time, as a kid, I watched someone make an omelette. after stewing on the idea for a full day, I asked my mother how it worked, got a basic lesson, and then proceeded to spend the next three months in the omelette mines making 3-5 omelettes every single day (depending on how many of my siblings were left with any tolerance for eating them) until I felt I had really truly certainly gotten a grasp on the concept of the omelette

I then repeated this every time I learned a recipe, which is funny because I didn't even like cooking beyond a passing interest, I was just really interested in the idea of being able to max out the skill or something

as soon as I demonstrated mastery over something, I immediately dropped it and moved onto the next thing, and this was an understood pattern to the point where my siblings would try to prompt me into spending a period of fixation on whatever they wanted to eat at the time, and then they'd have several servings of it a day until they got sick of it and started to hate it

but them enjoying it wasn't really the goal. largely tangential. I mostly just wanted to get it down and then move on.

moral of the story: none

[fire-on-fuel]

hyperspecific complaint but I really dislike when writers/authors/showrunners/artists/directors who are fans of a franchise start working for them and have no idea how to do their job. It's very easy to tell when someone thinks being a lifelong fan is a free pass to treat their job like theyre playing in a fandom sandbox. Once you take on the responsibility to add to an IP there's a certain level of respect for both the overarching narrative, your fellow creators, existing work, and media cohesion that should be standard. If you're hired to work on a permanent fixture to a storyline or especially a complicated expanded universe, who you are creating for and what will be affected as collateral is key. Yeah sometimes it is egregious and authors are killing off eachothers characters and canceling out eachother's lore but sometimes it's as minor as a show taking inspiration and characters from another media work in the universe and causing issues with storylines/timelines purely because they see that other work as a thing to ref off of and discard back to obscurity and not something their own work is improved by aligning with or on the same standing as