19 | 🏁crack on track | AO3 bearnelli + lestappen + landoscaralso yaps abt studying but doesnt study
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Latest Posts by kezervised95 - Page 3
seeing a lot of max fan accounts already sealing wdc to mcl proves my point that we as a community need to learn more from our friends, chirlies. bc wdym you’ve given up already? with max, everything is possible, even if it’s mathematically impossible. and it’s only round 7. what is going on? WHERE IS YOUR DELULU WHERE IS YOUR RAGE
you can literally say i love you to anyone anywhere anytime ever
He Was There, So There He Was.
ok so this happened and i should probs apologise but I wont.
tags: bearnelli, crack. that's it. lowkey a parent trap outtake. highkey embarrassed by its existence. felt cute might delete later. this is basically what I imagine kimi's pov to be like. this is also the reason why I never write his pov.
Kimi Antonelli was exactly the kind of person one would describe as being Kimi Antonelli. He existed with the confidence of someone who had always been alive and had no plans to stop. His hair had the colour that hair has when it has colour, and his shoulders were precisely where shoulders go. He blinked sometimes, and when he didn’t, his eyes remained open. His presence was undeniable in the way that gravity is—subtle, inevitable, and occasionally inconvenient when you're trying to float emotionally.
Today, he was in a room. Not just any room, but a room that had walls, a floor, a ceiling, and enough air to breathe and say things into. Kimi had entered it on purpose, or perhaps by accident, but either way, he was there now, and that’s what mattered.
Opposite him stood Oliver Bearman.
Ollie Bearman was a human-shaped object with a history and a future, tragically sandwiched between a very chaotic present. His eyes were the kind of color that existed within the visible light spectrum, and his smile was the exact width you'd expect if you expected nothing. His laugh sounded like laughter, and when he spoke, he used words, sometimes in the correct order.
“There you are,” Kimi said, because that’s what one says when someone is where they are.
“I am,” Ollie replied, because it was true.
There was a pause that could only be described as a pause. It stretched exactly long enough to be noticeable and not a second longer. Kimi looked at Ollie with the intensity of someone trying to remember if he left the stove on. He hadn’t, but he liked the drama of the moment.
Kimi shifted slightly to the left, not because he needed to, but because that’s where his foot wanted to be. Ollie mirrored the movement, though unintentionally, creating the kind of synchronized awkwardness typically only found in synchronized awkwardness.
“So,” Kimi said.
“Yes,” Ollie said.
Silence again. Not the kind that meant something, but the kind that sat between words like a confused cat.
Kimi had a question, and it was this: “Did you put the duck in my helmet?”
Ollie blinked the way people blink. “What duck?”
“The rubber one,” Kimi clarified, as if that would help.
“There was a duck?” Ollie asked, already lying.
Kimi squinted. Not suspiciously, just optically. The light was doing things, and his eyes decided to react like eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Ollie added. “The duck had goggles.”
Kimi nodded slowly, which was the speed at which nodding usually happens.
In the corner of the room, a plant existed. It was not involved in the situation, but it was definitely watching. It had no thoughts, and yet it judged.
“You know,” Ollie began, stepping closer with the carefulness of someone who’s definitely up to something. “If you think about it, ducks are just water pigeons with better branding.”
Kimi inhaled. Not sharply, not deeply, just… with breath. “I’ve never thought about that.”
“Now you will,” Ollie said ominously, handing him a packet of gummy worms as if that explained everything.
Kimi accepted them because refusing gummy worms was illegal in at least three spiritual dimensions.
Somewhere in the background, a door opened, despite no one touching it. It might have been the wind, or fate, or Charles Leclerc’s aura passing by like a judgmental breeze.
“Anyway,” Ollie continued, leaning against the wall with the posture of someone who had lost a bet with gravity, “I think we need a plan.”
“For what?” Kimi asked, already planning.
“I don’t know,” Ollie admitted. “But we should have one in case someone asks.”
This was the kind of logic Kimi could get behind, mostly because it required no further elaboration.
“I’ll write it down,” Kimi said, pulling a notebook out of a pocket that didn’t exist moments ago.
“What’s the title?” Ollie asked.
Kimi thought deeply. Then less deeply. Then not at all.
“Operation Lestappen Apocalypse: Phase Kiss.”
Ollie nodded solemnly, as if that meant something. “Do we still pretend it’s about zombies?”
“Obviously,” Kimi replied. “Otherwise Max will know it’s about feelings.”
They both shuddered.
Feelings were like unlabelled jars in the fridge. Mysterious, often messy, and occasionally expired.
Suddenly, the fire alarm went off, even though there was no fire. Ollie looked innocent in the way criminals often do, and Kimi didn’t ask questions because plausible deniability was his love language.
They exited the building with the kind of urgency that only truly chaotic plans required. Outside, it was daytime in the way days are when the sun is doing its job. The sky was sky-colored, the air was air-flavored, and Max Verstappen was walking toward them with the expression of someone who had just smelled something suspicious and French.
“Did you two set off the alarm?” Max asked.
“No,” said Ollie.
“Yes,” said Kimi.
There was a beat.
Max blinked slowly, like a reptile contemplating murder. “Which is it?”
“It’s not not us,” Ollie offered.
“That’s not a real answer.”
“But it is a real sentence,” Kimi countered helpfully.
Max pinched the bridge of his nose, which had done nothing to deserve this. “Charles is going to kill you.”
“Only emotionally,” Kimi said cheerfully. “He’s nonviolent unless provoked.”
“We replaced his olive oil with orange juice,” Ollie whispered.
Max stared. “You did what?”
“It was for science,” Ollie insisted.
“And to see what his face would do,” Kimi added.
Max was silent. And then, like a single tear in a poorly written telenovela, he said, “I wish I didn’t care.”
“But you do,” Kimi said, patting his shoulder.
Max flinched. “Don’t touch me with your chaos hands.”
“We washed them,” Ollie said. “With… things.”
“You don’t even know what soap is, do you?”
Kimi looked up at the sky, then down at his shoes, then directly into Max’s soul. “Is it the thing that cries when you drop it in the shower?”
Max left.
He didn’t walk—he exited reality in a straight line.
Ollie turned to Kimi. “We are winning.”
“We haven’t lost yet,” Kimi agreed, scribbling a duck wearing Max’s crown in the notebook. “Let’s make pasta and tell everyone it’s part of the master plan.”
“It is now,” Ollie declared.
They high-fived, missed completely, and then pretended that was intentional.
It was a normal day, if you used the loosest possible definition of “normal.” And that was exactly how Kimi liked it.
might have to use 'have a good one tomorrow 👍' next time i've told someone they were wrong on the internet
”match my freak” match my intense need for constant reassurance and affection
hm fun.
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
still don’t know what “unctuous” means and at this point I fear it.
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
kudos to writers with dialogue-heavy works, I got mad respect for y'all. love using dialogue as a tool, but my default settings are non-verbal (dialogue) and non-stop yapping (description).
😭😭😭😭 this is a hate crime. a war crime. a psychological crime on my person. I'm reporting this to my pseudo tumblr mum/sister figure.
oh wait thats u.
shit.
just read abt anatidaephobia and now I have an irrational fear. and also a plot to a crackfic that I don't know what to do with.
bribing with plot is a new low even for u babes. alsoooo blinking counts as napping, ryt?
just read abt anatidaephobia and now I have an irrational fear. and also a plot to a crackfic that I don't know what to do with.
napping is for the weak. ALSO THENKS FOR READING IM GONNA DIEEEE COZ I DIDNT STUDYYYY 🥹❤️ gonna cry now
just read abt anatidaephobia and now I have an irrational fear. and also a plot to a crackfic that I don't know what to do with.
Literally goes soooo well with your "The Kingdom, The Power, The Glory"
Like???? Anyway still in love with this absolute masterpiece of a fic 🫶🏻
like Charles really said “I am in pain but I am driving through it with the ferocity of a man possessed.” I am holding your comment to my chest like a relic 😭AHHH thank you so so much for reading!! 🥺💛
wrote a duck fic. No Ducks Given.
read it. vibe with it. become one with it. i wrote it when I was supposed to study for my finals which happens in (checks the microwave) six hours lmao ded.
just read abt anatidaephobia and now I have an irrational fear. and also a plot to a crackfic that I don't know what to do with.
please please please update ur fanfics im begging u
yes milord i shall get right to it after i slay the dragon of finals with my magic pen of doom 🫡🫡
the accuracy is killing me
Kimi Antonelli with his teacher and class in the f1 paddock is giving Peter Parker taking a field trip to Avengers tower
i’m happy you exist, that you’ve made it so far. it’s not an easy thing. waking up every morning and existing. i hope today you’re safe and that something makes you smile.
Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it
exam went horribly *and* i got hurt by a staple pin in the span of like, 20 minutes, so WHEN I SAY YOUR VAMPIRE LANDO HITMAN OSCAR FIC CURED ME OF MY AILMENTS PLEASE BELIEVE ME
sucks to hear that abt ur exam. if its any reassurance, I have an exam tomorrow and I'm currently writing a fic SO GUESS WHOS DEFO FAILING
also, ps. thanks you so so so so so much for reading I LOVE YOU
every author you love has written something so terrible they screamed into a pillow. welcome to the tradition.
relatable type shii
guys i have been phoneless for all of 2 hours and i already think i am dying
Like omg i loved ur faceless driver bearnelli au like mwah the way u write ollie chaotic af is so good, and i was thinking about faceless driver lestappen where max is like retired and he'd never shown his face like even once during his whole career and he's just like retired now like his vibe from ETA (linearity) and then he meets like charles in a grocery store and charles is like a very facefull ferrari boy and they fall in love slowly etc etc cuz its never gonna be love at first sight and then maybe with some introspection on the faceless driver thing about how they're viewed compared to normal drivers and whether they'd have a superior image in the eyes of the public or what
HMMM i like the plot i might try to write it. like i had an idea with maybe like retired motogp driver max (faceless- goes by franz obvi) and retired ferrari driver Charles (faceless too) and they fall in love AND ITS A SLOW BURN but I haven't gotten around writing it just yet (stares at my 50 wips in pain)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BTW I LOVE YOU FOR THAT
I literally just binge read your F1 demigod series on ao3 AND MY PJO OBSESSED HEART IS SCREAMING WITH JOY.
I literally couldn't find short one shots to read during class but then I saw a fic with two of my most hyperfixated fandoms till date and I binge read all 7( a symphony of sorrow has made me cry so hard)
Now I'm on my quest to look for PJO and a b99 cross over 🫡
AAAAHHHH IM DYING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, BOSS!!
ps. i might need to write a b99Xpjo cross over now that you mentioned it. ahh.
my feelings are filing a restraining order as we speak.
Writers on a random Tuesday: Sits down, locks in, giggles, writes 10k, does not sleep
Also writers on a random Tuesday: writes one sentence and then stares into the abyss for five fours
i dont. he might need to win in '25 for me to refresh my memory
hey guys remember when charles won the monaco grand prix
i will say, i was unsure about going into bearnelli territory because they're literally like my kids and i baby them horribly (in my head) (we hold people accountable according to their age don't worry), but i have to say. they are certainly. new dimensions. they add new dimensions to your fics. it's like seeing your neighbour's kid grow up in front of your eyes. like what do you mean the people that were previously idiots e.g. lando, oscar, etc. are the mature ones now??? WHY ARE THE BABIES SO TALL AND GROWN UP NOW?? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FOETUSES?
tldr: i really liked the soulmate fic 😭😭😭 the fact that ollie had to be told kimi's first name is andrea is just 😭😭😭😭
Thank you!!!! truly. I’m honoured my little chaos goblins could devastate you in new spiritual dimensions 🫡 They’ve been eating metaphorical growth hormones and trauma. It’s all character development, babyy.
ily I’m emotionally unstable now k byeee.
box box :)
STAY OUT STAY OUT STAY OUT
this speaks to me on a level that's very... low.
Writers on a random Tuesday: Sits down, locks in, giggles, writes 10k, does not sleep
Also writers on a random Tuesday: writes one sentence and then stares into the abyss for five fours
hi! i was wondering what post of souvenir116 inspired you to write the kingdom, the power and the glory! its such a good read and im so interested to see what inspired it!
this one! and also thank you so so so much for reading!!