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love-belle · 10 months

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you are my favourite everything !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're just two best friends who happen to be in love.

for when you fall in love with your best friend. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // ollie bearman x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hi!!! i really hope u like this, my first time ever writing for ollie!!! thank u so much for reading, i love you <3 lando's version of shoutout to my ex will be posted soon, im so excited for u all to read it!!!

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yourusername the adventures of loverboy and hatergirl

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carla.brocker pretty girl 🤍

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#social media au #fake instagram imagines #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman instagram au #ollie bearman imagines #ollie bearman au #ollie bearman #ollie bearman blurb #f2 imagines #f2 x reader #f2 x you #f2 x y/n

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sportsgirliewithtoomuchtosay · 11 months

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ynthebigbadwolff

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tagged: annacathart, joelocke, willgao, yourfriend1, yourfriend2

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Annacathart: thank you for having usss! This was so fun!

ynthebigbadwolff: always a pleasurw

willgao: I won at twister

ynthebigbadwolff: don't lie to the internet

Mercgurly: their friendship is everything!

susie_wolff: missing youuu

ynthebigbadwolff: miss you too 💞

Yntruther: I'm happy to see that she's happy but I miss seeing her at the races, her paddock fits were iconic

ferrari16: why hasn't she been at recent races?

Yntruther: I think it's cause she just finished her exams and wanted to take a break, hopefully she's back soon

olliebearman ✔️

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partying and prepping for the next few races! Let's gooo

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arthur_leclerc: dj teddy bear in the house

olliebearman: mate you have got to let that nickname go 😂

arthur_leclerc: blame your lady not me

Premagirliesunite: sorry his what now?

F2FANGIRL: my man looks so good here

ferrari16: word on the streets is that he ain't your man anymore

F2FANGIRL: don't start

Ynthebigbadwolff just posted a story

Olliebearman just posted a story

ynthebigbadwolff ✔️

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susie_wolff: can't wait to see you back in the paddock!!

ynthebigbadwolff: see you there 💞💞

Yntruther: YESS THE PADDOCK PRINCESS IS BACK BABY

f2fangirl: everyone's too distracted by YN's return to the paddock to realize that she's soft launching on main like MISS GIRL WHAT DOES YOUR FATHER HAVE TO SAY ??

Teddybearbearman: I swear Ollie has those exact shirt and boots..

Ferrari16: can y'all leave him alone for like 15 mins 🙄

lewishamilton: last time I checked bears were native to Europe?

Georgerussell: true, got anything to say little wolf?

ynthebigbadwolff ✔️

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Congratulations to the sweetest most hard working boy ever!! I love you so much and I am so so so proud of you for everything you've achieved. Forever in your corner my teddy 🧸

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olliebearman: what if I sobbed? I love you I love you I love you so so much! You are one of my biggest rewards and I am so grateful for you.

Ynthebigbadwolff: I love you too I love you too I love you too (also please don't cry?)

Mercgurly: this is so cute, but the real question is what does toto think of this?

Mercedesamfg1: big boss says that mini boss can date whoever she wants but if he hurts her then both lewis and George are under strict orders to run him over repeatedly

Olliebearman: 😨😨

lewishamilton: don't worry kid you're in our good books...for now

#ollie bearman #ollie bearman x reader #f1 imagines #f2 imagines #prema racing #ollie bearman imagine

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vettelinyourarea · 10 months

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Could u do Ollie as a song with call it what u want cause I imagine his gf to have like a necklace with OB on it 🫶

call it what you want - oliver bearman

genre: fluff

word count: 987

inspired by call it what you want by taylor swift

warning: mentions of hate, english is not my first language

thank you so much for requesting this!! and I am so sorry for taking such a long time to complete it. to be honest this is not the best but I hope you will still enjoy it! 🩵

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

Being in the centre of the entertainment industry since you’re very young doesn’t make anything better or easier, in fact, it just makes your life even harder. You can’t do anything normal for your age, you can’t have high school flings like your friends, you can’t have a crush on someone else without getting hate, everything you do, you are judged. That was until you met him, Oliver.

You still remember when you were first introduced to him by one of your friends, you still remember when you first fall in love with him, with his smile, with his laugh. You still remember when you first announced to the world that you’re going to take a hiatus and he’s there with you, supporting you every step of the way. You remember when you realized for the first time that Ollie makes your life even better than before.

Although your relationship with him is wonderful, you still remember the hate both you and Ollie get when you first announced your relationship to the public. It hasn’t been long yet since you first started dating, around a year or so, but everything feels perfect. Everything about it is perfect that you can’t help yourself but announce to the world how perfect Ollie is to you. But now, you can’t help but wonder, would it be better if you never announce it?

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

A lot of people loves your relationship, but a lot of people also hates it too. You can’t help but wonder why people hate you so much? Why can’t you just live your life? People always said that you’re too old to experience things people your age experience, but why do people call you too young to have a boyfriend now?

You always feel guilty towards Ollie, how he can’t even hold up his head without getting bombarded by the paparazzi now, how he’s always in your shadow when in truth, he’s also a successful racing driver.

“It’s okay, I would do anything to be with you my love, don’t think about me too much,” he said when you voiced your concern. You can’t help but think, do you truly deserve him? Do you truly deserve to be loved by someone as pure as Ollie?

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

“I have a present for you!” he exclaimed one day when you were both having lunch together. It’s been 2 years since you first started dating him and nothing has changed, your love for each other just grew bigger and bigger.

“For what occasion?” You asked him. It’s quite rare for the two of you to give each other presents for nothing special. You hate surprises and Ollie knew it, so he respects it.

“Nothing much, just, open it up,” he said, giving you a little jewellery box. You can’t help but gasp and tear up a little bit when you saw what’s inside. It’s not a promise ring, or even an engagement ring, both of you are still too young for that. But at that moment, it’s everything you wanted. It’s a necklace with his and your initial on it, and you knew you were not going to take it off from the moment you put it on.

“I hope you like it, it’s not much but, you keep on joking about getting it yourself that I started to think that you’re being serious,” he said with a little smile after helping you put it on. There he is again, the perfect boyfriend you’ve been dreaming about since you were a little girl, being the charming prince for you.

Which is more than they can say, I

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

“If I ask you to run away with me, would you do it?” You ask him jokingly one afternoon. It was a fairly sunny day, with a little bit of cloud and breeze, a perfect day for both of you to hang out on the patio of your house.

“Of course, anywhere you want to,” he said without any hesitation. He’s always been like that since the start of your relationship, he never hesitates to do anything with you, and he never hesitates about you. You can’t help but always wonder, what exactly did you do in your previous life to be with him now?

“What if we run away to Switzerland?” You asked, now thinking about it carefully. The things you would do to have freedom with Ollie, the things you would do to not have someone always behind your back.

“I’ll follow you everywhere, love,” he said with a sweet smile decorating his face. “Then, let’s do it! But I would have to finish filming this movie first though, I really don’t want to be fined for violating the contract,” you said, making him laugh sweetly.

He kissed you, like he always did when you did something that’s cute in his eyes, which is quite often. “You save me, Oliver Bearman,” you whispered, looking him in the eyes. “And you save me too.”

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gothicwidowsworld · 1 year

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First kiss M.A

Warning: literally based of my first kiss experience, yes i know its embarrassing but also fucking hilarious also couldn’t find a gif from the episode i wanted so have this instead :)

“I… I don’t understand how I keep getting roped into this shit.” the y/h/c young woman grumbled loudly taking a sip of some leftover French chardonnay. The chardonnay had been an unexpected but welcomed surprise, after complaining a few episodes ago about the sheer amount of reds that were featured the wannabe sommelier Clément Novalak made sure to select a white for the girl. Clem had probably dropped the name of the province the golden liquid had come from during his spell about aged oak barrels and the apricot orange-peel floral notes but in this exact moment Y/N could not have cared less.

“Because you love spending time with us.” Marcus replied, shooting the girl a cocky smile as his honey eyes captured her familiar y/e/c over his sunglasses. “Debatable.” Y/N hummed snarkily. “Clem is bearable at times, but you two….” Y/N gestured at the two Kiwi boys before trailing off taking another sip from her sadly rapidly emptying glass. “I’m going to take that as the compliment I’m hoping it was intended to be.” The French driver mumbled, absentmindedly readjusting his bow-tie. “Aw you know I love you Clemmie” the y/s/c young woman exclaimed in a sing-song tone playfully throwing her free arm around the tuxedo donned man. “And yet no love for me… not even a little. What kind of girlfriend are you!” Marcus moaned in disbelief at the long-time friendship being rubbed in his face. “Oh quit whining and get on with it.” Y/N sassily retaliated rolling her eyes at the Kiwi’s hysterics.

“Fine.” Marcus grumbled, however he struggled to hold back the building smile. If there was one thing Marcus sucked at it was hiding his emotions. It didn’t take a genius to work out how he felt about the young woman. From the way his soft golden hazel eyes would sparkle to the small twitches of his upper lip as he tried to bite back a growing grin. “I meant to ask Max during the podcast but I never got around to it, so when and where is your first kiss.” Marcus continued, still slightly kicking himself that he’d forgotten to ask such a juicy question to Max ‘rejected him 26 times’ Fewtrell himself. “We can re-divert!” James stated quickly a smug grin beginning to form, the grin targeted towards the F2 Driver dropped quickly when Clem expertly deflected the question “Actually James when was your first kiss.” The Frenchman asked. “It was in Whangamatā actually in 2013.” The dark blond began setting the scene. “2013?!” Y/N coughed out choking slightly on a sudden giggle. If she did the maths quickly that meant James hadn’t kissed anyone until he was sixteen. This new found knowledge practically obliterated the cool suave Bond-like demeanour James had built up. There wasn’t anything wrong with saving your first kiss, absolutely nothing wrong with going at your own pace. But Y/N had known James since he was 18 and the idea that James could probably have somewhat confidently chugged a weak beer before even locking lips with a girl was mind blowing. Shooting the older man an apologetic smile Y/N continued listening to James retelling of probably one of his most awkward life milestones. “Did you give her a wee pecker.. Or was it a slobbery kiss?” Marcus quizzed his fellow countryman, enjoying the growing bashfulness coming from his mate.

Soon it became clear it was Y/N turn to share her recollection of her first kiss. She wished she could lie and say she simply didn’t remember but knowing Marcus well she knew the Kiwi wouldn’t let it go, especially if he thought it could potentially be a little embarrassing. Groaning Y/N pondered for a second, placing her wine glass down and tucking her legs neatly beneath her. Adjusting her hoodie she racked her brains, the Screaming Meals Trio were some of her closest friends but there were still some things the girl didn’t feel needed to be shared and reliving certain parts of her childhood was one of them. Boy looking back Y/N was embarrassed enough, she didn’t need the trio pissing themselves laughing. So, what about your first kiss Y/N/N ?” the French native asked, his narrowed dark hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Marcus didn’t have to share his so why should I?” Y/N frowned, narrowing her eyes playfully at the Kiwi sat directly across from her. “Well firstly mine wasn’t that interesting, secondly it’s my show.” Marcus called out, poking his tongue out a little at his reasoning.

“Ok first kiss.” Y/N began pausing for a second. “Like first proper kiss when you were aware of what was happening?” Y/N asked slowly hoping for some clarity, her head tilt in slight confusion.

“Woah woah woah how many guys have you kissed that you ‘weren't aware of?’” Marcus objected loudly shuffling forward from his relaxed position, emphasizing his point with air quotes. Marcus wouldn’t call himself jealous, in fact that’s one of the last words he’d ever associate with himself, but the idea that there could potentially be a list of guys who’d kissed his girlfriend before him was difficult. The Kiwi Driver couldn’t help the surfacing insecurity, I mean what if (god forbid) they were better kissers than him? “Don’t be gross Marcus… I mean like I don't want to say 4 or 5 mate… I barely remember it other than he’d been nagging me for ages and apparently he was no longer satisfied with my sadistic self only letting him kiss the bottom of my foot…”

Stifling a giggle at the mixture of reactions from the boys Y/N shrugged as if her statement was beyond normal. “Also sorry Greg if that made you realise you had a foot fetish or something….” The girl added, reaching to collect her previously abandoned glass. “Uh… ok so what about your first proper kiss then?” Clem managed to ask, the Frenchman still slightly frozen in shock. “Um I was in year four so like 8… oh god…” Y/N trailed off cringing at the memory of this relationship. Hell could she even class it as a relationship? It hadn’t lasted that long, but it had been her first real exposure to boys. The boy in question had been the popular boy at school, all the girls had wanted him and he’d picked her. Something young Y/N had been so immensely proud of.

“I’m probably going to regret asking this but how old was he?” James interrupted hesitantly, a look of concern filling his pale features. “I think. I think maybe 11? Oh fuck that’s questionably dodgy.” the young woman groaned in realisation. “That’s like mega dodgy… 10 shades of dodgy.” the insurance broker agreed quickly, running a hand over his face. Silence fell over the small group. You could probably have heard a pin drop, or the sharp intake of breath from an extremely baffled Kiwi named Marcus Armstrong. “Jesus Y/N/N I think I can hear some police sirens.” Marcus exclaimed, clearing his throat, all the brown haired driver got in response was a half-hearted shrug. “Well you wanted something interesting?” the y/h/c girl replied simply.

#gothicwidow #imagines #marcus armstrong imagines #marcus armstrong x reader #f2 imagines #screaming meals imagines #screaming meals x reader #f2 x reader #clement novalak imagines #clement novalak x reader #formula two imagines #formula two x reader #au imagines

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mbappebby · 2 years

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F1/F2 Masterlist

Lewis Hamilton

singer!reader Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 (smau)

Max Verstappen

sometimes you just need your brother (series)

Lando Norris

winning team (imagine)

Ollie Bearman

little leclerc (series)

The whole grid

stargirl (series)

#f1 #f1 imagines #f1 masterlist #f2 #f2 imagines #f2 masterlist

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oscar-piastri · 2 years

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a night to remember [marcus armstrong x reader]

title: a night to remember

pairing: marcus armstrong x reader

summary: it’s your cousin’s wedding and you find yourself paired with marcus for a few fames

words: 2.3k

notes: after not writing anything for 3 years i’m trying to write again

Weddings. What’s not to love about weddings? It’s a moment with family and friends, where love and happiness radiates. You love weddings but you hate attending weddings. Because it just reminds you how single you are.

But today was your cousin’s wedding and you traveled with your family to attend the wedding. You weren’t the first one running in the church in the ceremony and you tagged along with your sister and her boyfriend. It’s always what you did, being sort of the third wheel but they were nice enough to make you feel welcome.

Once the ceremony was over, it was time for the wedding party where you’ll be reunited with all the guests but your plan was to stick around your family because there was too many people you didn't know and you weren’t introduced to them, and you were too scared to come and make a fool of yourself by saying hi.

“Hey Y/N, the men seems to be single, maybe you’ll finally get a boyfriend,” your sister’s boyfriend joked as he gently tapped your back before walking to your table. “I can feel this is gonna be a night to remember.” One thing you couldn’t be mad about is that they kept the families together and you ended up sitting with your sister, her boyfriend and one of your cousins.

“It’s time for the first game of the night!” the bride’s voice echoed in the room with the help of her mic. She was all smiling and excited as you were trying to disappear in your chair.

“Please don’t pick me, please don’t pick me” you muttered to yourself as the groom, your cousin was explaining the rules. They decided to pair people together and make them do challenges. Women and Men. You’d be picking up a paper and you’d be paired with the person who has the matching paper to yours. Great, not so stressful at all!

Your name echoed in the room, your sister and her boyfriend cheering loudly as you awkwardly walked to the newlyweds and picked a paper. You needed to wait until everyone was called to discover what was written on it and find your new pair. You looked at the people that were called and noticed your sister’s boyfriend here and some of your cousins. You wished you could end up with them, it could make everything much easier.

Once everyone called had their paper, you had to read your paper and your match needed to react to it. Yours said ‘Bella Swan’, which is what you said out loud, hoping someone you knew would be your Edward.

“I’m your Edward” you heard a voice, you followed the voice and found yourself seeing someone you had never met in your entire life. Great. A stranger, probably a friend of the bride. “I mean, I’m Marcus” he chuckled as he put himself next to you.

“H-hi. I’m Y/N” you replied, taking the time to look at him more in detail. His relatively dark hair was well arranged on his head, his smile could be seen in his eyes and his face was just radiating joy, like pure joy with his dimples showing. This made you feel better as the energy you felt coming from him made you less scared, and even motivated you to give the best of yourself.

“Here’s the first game!”

As the night continued, you kept being called for the games with your new partner Marcus. As something unexpected, you noticed your dynamic was working really well as you were complementary in most stuff which made you win a few of the challenges, especially blind test where Marcus crushed everyone when it came to Spanish music.

It was now a well deserved break between the dinner and the games where you could just sit and recharge your battery because you could feel the night was far from being over.

“Do you mind if I join?” You heard the now familiar voice of Marcus next to you “Again”

You chuckled and patted the empty seat next to you, left by your cousin who left to go back home “You keep coming over here, is my table closer to the windows for the fresh air? Closer to the toilets?” You asked, remembering the few times Marcus came over your table to gossip about the guests or complain about random stuff.

“I’ve noticed the free seat, and I didnt want anyone else to take the opportunity to steal it” He told you, coming closer to your ears so the background noise wouldn’t cover his noice. He pulled away and grinned when he noticed your cheeks turning a bit more red. “And we’re paired up tonight, felt like we could chat and get to know each other. More than ´how is the food’. Could be useful for the upcoming challenges maybe”

“Right, could be a smart idea but I’m not sure they’re gonna quizz us about our pair?” You said as you noticed your sister’s boyfriend shaking his head in disappointment.

“Ouch” Marcus replied, putting his hands to his heart and faking an injury. “You just blew up my attempt to get to know you better because I wanted it”

You could feel your face turning bright red and wish you could disappear right away, ashamed of not being able to read through Marcus’ intentions. Marcus got up from the seat he borrowed and you mentally slapped your face for making him leave.

“Come with me” he said as he offered his hand to you. You took his hand as he walked outside the room, leading you to the small garden behind the building.

“Figured you’d feel more at ease outside. You know, without the two faces who couldn’t keep their eyes and ears away from us” he explained as he pointed to your table where you could spot your sister and her boyfriend. Marcus had a point, you felt so awkward potentially making friends or anything with them around, probably judging you or making fun of your answers.

“Wow… you being a racing driver makes me look lame, still being a student” you muttered after Marcus told you what he was doing for a living, or as a hobby. It was pretty hard to put a name on it “I don’t even think I ever watched any motorsport stuff in my life”

“Hey, studying isn’t being lame. I’m the lame one for not securing a backup in case racing has to end”

“Already thinking about the end of your career? Oddly pessimistic” you joked but you noticed Marcus wasn’t joking on his side.

“It’s racing. Anything can happen very fast”

Way to go, you killed the mood. Biting your lips, your gaze focused on your feet as you tried to find a new subject.

“But if I came to end my career…” Marcus began, which made your eyes focus on him. “I’d become a food critic on Internet” he chuckled, showing his dimples. “I love good and pretty food”

You shook your head, slightly surprised and confused as the different path he put his mind on. “Food critic?” you asked and he nodded with a cheerful smile. “Okay, let’s start now. How would you rate the food we got tonight?” You challenged him.

Marcus faked being serious in his role as he stroked his chin and acted like he was thinking “A solid 6/10. I’m not that big of a fan of cold buffets, and the cake was good but I didn’t got enough to appreciate it fully”

You looked at him and started to laugh nicely, before you heard Marcus’ laugh join you. You’d be lying if you said Marcus didn’t make your night way better than what you expected. You had expected to stay with your sister and her boyfriend, third-wheeling and gossiping but instead you found yourself talking to a stranger, a good looking and fun stranger.

After a few more minutes outside you both decided to come back inside to get warmer, as the cold wind of the night was making it difficult for you both to stay still outside. You came back inside right on time for the newlyweds’ first dance, the light was slowly fading away with just the dancefloor slightly lightened up. You stayed up to watch them, dancing, not being able to look away from each other with loving eyes. In the middle of their dance, they decided to invite their loved ones to join them on the dance floor. You tried to make your way against the current back to your seat to witness the dances but you felt someone grabbing your left arm and turning you around.

“Can I have this dance?” Marcus asked, his eyes focused on you, letting go of your arm.

You felt your cheeks go warm. Nobody ever asked you to dance before, so it sure made an effect on you. “I… I’m not sure. I- I mean I never dance, I must be terrible at it” you stammered trying to escape his gaze.

“It can’t be worse than them” he chuckled, pointing a finger to a few drunk couples on the dancefloor who clearly had issues staying on their feet even for a slow dance. “Please?”

“Okay, but don’t you dare make fun of me” you muttered

“It’s slow dancing sweetheart, you’ll be fine” he winked before taking your hand and leading you to the dancefloor.

You both adjusted your position and started moving to the music. Just a few seconds after you started moving, it felt like it was just Marcus and you in an empty room, you were both looking at each other and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“The light is basically gone but I can still see that you’re blushing” he was the first one to talk and his words made your eyes switch focus and you found yourself looking at your feet. “Y/N, please you can keep looking at me. I like it, when you look at me” he whispered, slowly making you look at him again. He was looking dreamy, with the soft light hitting his face.

You begged your brain to take a mental picture of him, so you could forever keep this moment with you. Suddenly, the music stopped, to change to a more upbeat music and he moved his head closer to you, still holding the slow dancing position.

“I have to go,” Marcus spoke loudly in your ears. You tried to keep a straight face but you felt your face drop as you slowly brought your arms back to you. “I’m really sorry to leave you like that now”

“You mean in the middle of the dancefloor, in the middle of everyone dancing?” you said but the music was too loud and Marcus couldn’t catch a single word. You walked away to go back to your table, which was empty now as your sister and her boyfriend stayed on the dancefloor and were enjoying the music.

“Wait” Marcus was quick to follow your steps. “I want to say goodbye to you” he smiled as he sat in the chair next to you. “And also explain why I’m suddenly leaving”

“You really don’t have to explain… We’ve just met, I have no right to question you. But I have to say, I will miss you for the rest of the evening.” you mumbled, playing with your fingers.

“I have an early flight tomorrow, to attend my next race. I was actually supposed to leave earlier tonight” Marcus explained and you remembered he was a busy man, a racing driver.

“Why didn’t you leave sooner then?” you shyly asked

“Because of you.” He said and your eyes widened when you fully understood what he had just said “We got paired up in the games and I didn’t want to leave you alone because you seemed to enjoy it. And then… And then I felt the need to dance with you, like, I really… Really wanted to dance with you so I decided to wait until we could dance”

Not even a second after he finished his sentence, you felt your face burning and of course Marcus noticed it right away and it put a giant grin on his face. You were speechless, your head was a mess, you wanted to say something but you knew that it’d be just incoherent words put together.

“Here” Marcus said, grabbing a clean napkin on the table and one of the pens laying on the table, you previously used for the games. “It’s my number” he handed you the napkin “There is also my Instagram account… in case you want to follow me” he said and this time, it was Marcus who was blushing.

You took the napkin and held it strongly, not wanting to ever let go of it. Marcus and you both said goodbyes and he quickly left you. He was close to the door but turned around to look at you one last time and winked, before finally leaving.

You felt something towering behind you. “Wow, a phone number, that was fast. Guess I wasn’t totally wrong earlier” you turned around to see your sister’s boyfriend standing behind you, smiling.

“Oh, please, shut up and sit down” your sister nicely scolded him. But you really didn’t care about it all, because you were already grabbing your phone to text Marcus “Have a safe trip! It’s Y/N, by the way… from the wedding”, you hit ‘send’ before opening Instagram to look at his account. As you were scrolling, you received a text notification, Marcus was already quick to answer “Miss me already? Because I think I do miss you.” Followed by another text “I can feel you’re blushing as well”

And he was right.

#marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong imagine #marcus armstrong imagines #f2 imagine #f2 imagines #w*#*

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formulawhore · 2 months

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Tweets of Oliver Bearman post Grand Prix❤️

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Little baby Ollie🥹🐻

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cartierre · 1 month

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FORMATION | dua lipa

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU dua lipa x fem!formula2!driver

side note: dua lipa is so insanely gorgeous omg side note pt2: funny thing is i also have a callum turner request in my inbox hahahahaha they are the sexiest couple rn

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yourusername using the summer break to take my mind off things

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user1 girl you're not reading jean paul sartre be so real right now ⤷ yourusername being educated is attractive

user2 isn't smoking like bad especially for an athelete? ⤷ yourusername i won't tell my trainer if you won't ;)

user3 you deserve a break after that media day at the barcelona day!

user4 you're literally my idol

user5 when i grow up i want to be like you (i'm literally 27)

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yourusername celebrating a win is just so much more fun when you do it with the person you love <3

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user6 okay so she definitely is dating another girl atm

user7 winner of the race and winner of another woman's heart... man i wanna be you so bad

user8 idk if i wanna be you or be with you

user9 wait... someone said dua lipa attended the f2 sprint and feature races and got white roses when y/n posted about white roses... ⤷ user10 if that's true then they unlocked a whole new level of soft launching

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yourusername everywhere i go, i see something that reminds me of your love

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user11 "songs we sing together" dua lipa is a singer ⤷ user12 and basically a poet (poésie) cuz she writes songs

user13 babe i'm unemployed i could literally go everywhere with you if you give me a chance! we wouldn't need to do long distance!

user14 your profile is literally my pinterest board at this point

user15 whoever is dating my baby better get onto the next plane and fly to her!

user16 sick and tireeeed of this soft launch i'm so over it

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yourusername happy birthday ;)

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user17 I KNEEWWWW IT

user18 finally i can rest omg these past months have been a nightmare with all the hints and teasing

user19 WE'VE BEEN FREED FROM THE SOFT LAUNCH

dualipa thank you babes 🫶🏻 ⤷ yourusername love you! ❤️

user20 the gays have won today

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cieloclercs · 10 months

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hi!! can i pls request an ollie bearman drabble of waking up next to him and cuddling and him being all clingy and cute thank you!!!

here you go! i absolutely loved writing this so i hope you enjoy it 🥰

pairings. ollie bearman x reader

word count. 0.8k

warnings. flufff oh my god so much fluff (i’m still smiling like a maniac after writing this hsjhsjs)

read under the cut

mornings like these — ollie bearman

IT'S THE SUNLIGHT shining through the crack in your blinds that wakes you. Warm against your bare shoulder like the tender brush of his skin on yours, it's your second favourite wake-up call. The first lies next to you, tangled up in your sheets. His head lies on your chest where he'd rested it last night before you both drifted off into blissful sleep, and you can feel his soft, steady breaths dart across your skin. The sensation is familiar, comforting. You've woken up in his embrace too many times to count, yet it still feels new every morning that your eyes crack open to find his angelic face tucked into the crook of your neck — never failing, not once, to make your heart flutter.

Ollie soon stirs. He seems to have some kind of sixth sense for when you're awake, because not once have you ever had time to get out of bed before he pulls himself out of his sleep. You don't complain though. Mornings like these are, in many ways, your favourite part of the day. You love the slowness of it all, the lack of urgency when you have nowhere to be, and you can adjust to the dawn in your own time; hands exploring, sweet nothings whispered into ears, kisses lingering on your collarbone. This is the time when you're sure Ollie must be some kind of angel. The sun shines in his hair, leaving a soft glow on one side of his face where the other is left in shadow — yes, you're sure, he must be an angel. What you've done to deserve someone like him is beyond you, but you're certain, he has no right to exist when he looks that perfect; when he is that perfect, inside and out.

"You're staring." He breaks the silence first. His voice is raspy, head still buried into your chest, so you can feel the vibrations of his words against your skin. You chuckle. Your hands find his hair, threading through the soft curls tenderly.

"Can't I admire my boyfriend?" you shoot back, a grin playing on your lips that though he can't see, he can definitely sense. You know because his own lips stretch into a smile, now against your neck as he shifts. A few beats of silence pass, and he rolls over onto his side with a groan. You look down at him, messy hair, honeyed eyes and all. Your heart aches, because you've never known someone so beautiful as him. You hope you'll never have to go searching for one.

"I suppose I can allow it." Ollie murmurs. You let your fingers fall from his curls momentarily, until his dopey smile drops into a frown, and he pushes his head back into your hand. "On one condition." he says, sighing contentedly as you continue your movements.

"What's that, Bear?" you whisper.

Ollie cranes his neck up. He knows what he's doing, with his round eyes and pouted lips, looking so innocent, so angelic, how could you ever refuse him anything? Perhaps that makes him not quite so innocent — he knows exactly how to twist you around his little finger. You're a simple girl, after all.

"Cuddles?" he asks. The faintest of blushes bloom across his cheeks, just as they always do when he asks you this question. Even if you've been dating since you were both in your mid-teens, he'll always be shy when it comes to asking for your affection. You don't know why he needs to ask, but you find it adorable, so once again, you don't complain.

"C'mere." you giggle, and, needing no further invitation, he all but dives into your arms. A kiss is left on your forehead before he nuzzles his face back into your neck. His arms pull you in close, and you wrap your legs around his waist. It doesn't take long, in the silence and the warmth, for your breathing to sync and the velvet blanket of sleep to embrace you both once more. You're still vaguely aware of your surroundings, when Ollie murmurs the tiniest of I love yous into your skin. You whisper it back without hesitation.

Mornings like these stretch away in a blur of tangled sheets and golden sunlight. Every dip and curve of your bodies slot together like pieces of a puzzle; like you were made for each other. You sigh, hands in his hair, his fingers running up and down your ribs. He'll have to leave soon — with his job, he always has to — but you know he'll come back to you again, wrap you up in his arms, kiss you like you've been apart for years. You live for it. You wouldn't give it up for the world.

requests are open! send something in if you’d like <3

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sugakookie78 · 11 months

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Baker (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Ollie Bearman x Baker!Reader

All pictures are from Instagram, Tumblr, or Pinterest

@/olliebearman I'm impatient... I just want the cookies

Tagged @/Y/NtheBaker

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Y/NtheBaker Yeah, and you ended up getting them

olliebearman And they were lovely. Thank you! <3

Y/NtheBaker <3

user1 Those look so good!

arthur_leclerc Can I have one?

Y/NtheBaker Sure, unless Ollie eats them all first

olliebearman I only ate a couple... but you better get them quick Arthur...

user2 Cute!

@/Y/NtheBaker Breakfast in bed for my bearman <3

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olliebearman Thank you, baby! I love you so much!

Y/NtheBaker Love you too!

user1 This is so cute :)

paularon_ Do you happen to have anymore? Asking for friends...

Y/NtheBaker No, unfortunately. But I can make more to bring to the race this weekend... for your friends

paularon_ @/dinobeganovic_ @/frederikvestiofficial

dinobeganovic_ Woo! Y/N's baking!

frederikvestiofficial Yay!

@/Y/NtheBaker The muse -> The art

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olliebearman I'm glad to be your muse <3

Y/NtheBaker <3

user1 They are perfect together!

yourbestfriend You two are so adorable!

olliebearman Thank you

Y/NtheBaker Double date soon?

yourbestfriend Ooo, yeah...

@/olliebearman I tried baking with @/Y/NtheBaker. I think it turned out pretty well...

Tagged @/Y/NtheBaker

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Y/NtheBaker All thank to me!

olliebearman I helped!

Y/NtheBaker Yeah... kind of. But I love you anyway... no matter how much you can't bake

olliebearman Love you too!

user1 Cooking video coming soon?

Y/NtheBaker That's a good idea!

frederikvestiofficial And they didn't taste terrible

olliebearman Thank you! @/Y/NtheBaker, we got one customer

Y/NtheBaker We have a bakery together? I thought I was the baker and you were the driver

olliebearman I could be both

frederikvestiofficial I don't think that would be the best idea...

#ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ollie bearman x reader #oliver bearman x reader #ollie bearman fanfiction #oliver bearman fanfiction #ollie bearman imagine #oliver bearman imagine #ollie bearman instagram au #oliver bearman instagram au #f2 #f2 x reader #f2 fanfiction #f2 imagines #f2 instagram au

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lecsainz · 4 months

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SOFT LAUNCH

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parings: ollie bearman x wolff!reader

summary: where you are the daughter of toto wolff and date ollie bearman.

an: this one was in my drafts since july 😳

type: fluff ಇ

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yn_wolff I think it's a soft launch 🤷🏻‍♀️

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paularon_ do you think so?

↳ yn_wolff I do!

kimi.antonelli he's been smiling like a fool for half an hour already

↳ yn_wolff awww cute! ↳ paularon_ we created two monsters kimi 😭 ↳ kimi.antonelli I know! but it was YOU who gave her his number ↳ yn_wolff I hate you guys, you know that? ↳ paularon_ 👍 ↳ kimi.antonelli we know!

arthur_leclerc why am I not aware of this?

↳ yn_wolff BECAUSE YOU CAN'T KEEP QUIET

sebasmontoya58 wait, it's you and and you-know-who??!

↳ yn_wolff yes sebas! ↳ sebasmontoya58 I knew it! why hasn't he said anything or liked the post? ↳ arthur_leclerc y/n blocked him! ↳ yn_wolff I didn't block him! ↳ arthur_leclerc he told me that you blocked him! ↳ yn_wolff How do you know? ↳ arthur_leclerc I asked him about you two! ↳ yn_wolff I told you're a gossip leclerc!

carla.brocker how cute you two! we should plan a double date y/n/n!

↳ yn_wolff OMG absolutely!!! ↳ arthur_leclerc no. because me and 🧍🏻 will be third-wheeling for you two 😭 ↳ yn_wolff what the hell is 🧍🏻 ↳ arthur_leclerc I won't reveal who your secret boy is! ↳ yn_wolff oh god, arthur!

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Wait - Ollie Bearman

Words: 4,936 Summary: Ollie Bearman doesn’t wear necklaces, it’s just not his thing. So why during the 2023 Mexico GP is he spotted wearing a necklace with a familiar ring hanging from the chain Note(s)/Warning(s): This is in fact the purity ring fic. It’s a bit NSFW. Reader is Max Verstappen’s little sister. I nearly included lestappen because the idea of both Verstappen siblings dating a Ferrari (or Ferrari adjacent) driver was funny to me, but I didn’t. Also, thank you to all the people who told me to write this. I’m going to go somewhere, but I’m glad I did!

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A ring sits on her finger. The same finger that will one day have an engagement ring then a wedding band to join. The band is thin with two knots and between both knots are four tiny pearls, barely the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of those four pearls is a mix of her birthstone and Max’s. She had gotten it when she was eleven shortly after she had heard Max joking with some of his friends about sex and she went to their mom asking what exactly they meant and for the past six years it had sat there.

It was the first big purchase Max had made with his F1 paycheck. The seventeen year old had felt ashamed and horrified at his baby sister overhearing the things him and friends were joking about. And even worse when their mom had to give her the talk. It had been nothing however compared to what their father had thought when learning of it. Max had swore his ears were ringing as Jos had yelled at him for first having his friends around her and second talking about sex when he knew that she was in the house and liked to randomly join them.

The ring had been a nice way to ease the tension and though he had been a bit red as he explained what it was to her, she had nodded along with his explanation, looking serious before putting it on and then smiling at him and hugging him.

At eleven it hadn’t really been an issue, wearing a purity ring, promising that she’d wait to be married before having sex. It hadn’t been a problem when she was fifteen and her first spike of hormones hit and suddenly sex wasn’t something that felt so far away or like a weird foreign concept. It hadn’t been a problem at sixteen either when she got her first boyfriend, who Max had quickly run off.

It had started to be a problem after she turned seventeen and got together with Ollie.

Ollie who she was never supposed to meet. Was only supposed to know of because she followed F2 and F3. But then she joined Max for the remainder of the 2022 season in July. Done with school and unsure if she wanted to go to Uni, unsure really of what she wanted to do.

She had planned to stay home with her mom, putter about the house, maybe do some small writing for Redline and Verstappen.com that she’d email to Kris, who would send her the money that they got paid for them instead of submitting them herself where Max would be sure to give her a stupid amount of money for something that took maybe thirty minutes to write.

But then Max had heard about her plans and she was officially employed by her brother. Managing his website, instagram, and Redline’s social media, going with him to every race, which meant that she had far too much free time and meant that she found herself following around Jack Crawford as he finished up his F3 season which meant running into Ollie Bearman.

Ollie, who was so unexpectedly sweet and cute, who made all the blood rush to her face as her heart worked overtime, made butterflies appear in her stomach.

It had been the second time that they saw each other that he had asked her on a date and now a year later, the two are now both eighteen and head over heels in love, and the ring that rests on her left ring finger feels more like a nuisance.

She had never had sex, hadn’t even really touched or been touched until Ollie but as the F2 season had grown to a close it felt like that was all that was on her mind and Ollie’s.

The kisses they shared when alone quickly grew into heated make out sessions and when they had time, they found themselves in his hotel room under the covers, underwear still on but hands exploring each other's bodies.

She falls in love with the pattern of freckles on his back and the way he shivers when she traces them with her fingers. The spot above his heart that always makes his breath hitch when she kisses it. His strong calves that always tense right after his thighs when she settles on his lap. His hands and how much bigger than hers they are. And his fingers that he lets her play with, kiss and nibble at just to see and hear the stuttered breath he gives as his cheeks turn red.

He falls in love with the small tattoo that still only he knows she has, it’s small enough to just barely be hidden by even her more risqué bikinis. The scar she has on her knee that makes her shiver when his fingers or lips touch it. The soft skin of the underside of her breasts, because it feels nice to stroke when he gets the chance to dip his hands underneath her bra. The moan she gives when he settles in between her thighs and rests his weight on top of her as they kiss.

Ollie knows what the ring is, what it means, what she promised Max. It’s the one thing that always reminds him to stop, that pulls him back when he’s about to dip his fingers beneath her underwear to feel her wetness against his fingers or about to ask her to take her bra off, to let him see more of her. The feeling of her ring always draws him back. Makes him refocus on just kissing her and not getting ahead of himself before he makes another mess of himself.

He sees it every time he sees her, he kisses it every time he lifts her hand to his lips, first kissing the ring, a silent promise to himself that one day he’ll replace it with a ring of his own, before kissing her hand.

So Ollie doesn’t think anything when he comes home from simulator work to his flat in Maranello smelling like brownies. It had taken a bit to convince Max that she didn’t want to go home but rather wanted to go on a little trip with her friends. She just neglected to mention that there was no trip, and by friends she meant boyfriend, and really she meant during the week break they’d have she’d be going to Italy to stay with Ollie.

“That smells so good.” Ollie groans, kicking his shoes off before moving further into the flat. She beams at him, accepting the kiss he presses to her cheek. “I know you had dinner there so I made brownies. And not a whole pan.” She adds. “I know you can’t indulge too much.” “Thank you.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him.

He starts to sway them both as he stares at the small pan of brownies, the smell of them mouthwatering.

“Can I have one?” “They like just got out of the oven.” He pouts, bending his neck and pressing his face into her neck. “Please?” “You're going to burn your fingers and mouth.” She laughs. “Pretty please?” He tries. She makes a humming noise, one he feels more than hears. “Only if you give me a kiss first.” “Deal.”

She giggles as he quickly turns her in his arms. “Hi.” She greets as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Hi.” He parrots back and the thought of the brownies are gone from his mind as he looks at her.

She’s got a piece of his merch on, one of the sample sweatshirts, but also a pair of his boxer briefs. It’s like she’s drowning in him and he just wants to add to it.

Pressing their lips together, he grunts when her nails dig lightly into the back of his neck.

“Sorry.” She murmurs against his lips. He shakes his head, “it’s fine.”

They stand there for a while just kissing, but then his hands are moving underneath the top she’s wearing, grasping at her hips before fingers trail up her sides before back down and she’s pulling him to his bedroom.

They’ve done this so much that it takes barely any time for him to take his FDA polo off and then his jeans before joining her in bed, settling between her thighs. It doesn’t however stop him from rocking his hips into hers a couple of times before he can stop himself, hunger only growing when her hips hitch upwards and she’s wrapping a leg around him, pulling him closer.

“Fuck, darling.” He gasps, pressing kisses to her exposed throat. She moans, her hands resting on his bare back and it’s the feeling of her ring that makes him stop. Hips nearly thrusting again when she whines, but he tenses his whole body, not letting it loosen even when he kisses her again, swallowing the next whine she lets out.

His right hand makes his way underneath her top as they continue to kiss, his body relaxing into hers as he gets control of himself again.

As his fingers creep up her side, he wonders what they’ll feel. The spandex of her sports bra? The cotton or whatever it is of the one bra she likes to wear to media days? Maybe lace? His mind spins at the last option and he gulps.

She’s only worn lace once and it was on their year anniversary, their first approved sleepover. Though Max had made sure to get her from his hotel room at 11 am. But he considers they have the rest of the week just them together and he doesn’t have to go into the factory anymore. And she made him brownies, homemade. He knows because of the way she had been standing at the kitchen counter, carefully looking at them. So, maybe another treat for him was her wearing lace.

But as fingers reach where he’d normally feel the edge of something there is nothing. He goes to frown but before he can, her chest rises, his fingers graze the underside of her left breast and his hips are snapping into her again.

“Oh my god.” She moans at the feeling. “Fuck.” He curses and he feels out of breath as he feels more of her. “You’re not,” he mutters. “You’re not wearing anything.” She shakes her head, bucking her hips wanting more friction. “Please, Ollie. Want more, want it off.” He should be saying no, he can already feel his control hanging by thread at the knowledge that she’s not wearing a bra, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he sees her boobs for the first time, but he’s backing away, letting her sit up, and she’s flinging his sweatshirt off.

His jaw drops at the sight, eyes wide and his dick twitches. He sees the way she bites at her lips, arms starting to come up and he’s quick to react. Fingers touching the soft skin, thumbs rubbing at her nipples as he sort of holds them.

“Pretty.” He manages to get out and feels himself blush. “Can we kiss again?” Ollie nods, eager.

He carefully lays next to her, drawing her on top of him, the two both gasping at the feeling of her bare breasts resting on his bare chest.

His hands dance up and down her back, sometimes his pinky fingers dipping below the waistband of his boxer briefs that she’s wearing before moving back up again as they kiss, hips still moving together.

When she shifts a little on top of him, moaning, he grasps at her hips, stopping her from moving as he feels himself twitch and he just knows that he has to be leaking, creating a wet spot in his underwear.

“We have to stop.” “I’m close though.” His head falls back and he groans. “I am too.” “I,” She stops, thinking of the lingerie she had brought with her, the dinner reservation she had made for herself and Ollie tomorrow night, the necklace chain also in her suitcase. “I want more.” She says, before taking a deep breath and meeting his eyes. “I want to have sex with you.” He’s looking at her wide eyes and she’d think that he didn’t want her back if she couldn’t feel how hard he was underneath her. “But,” his eyes dart to her left hand. “I thought we were waiting.” She feels blood rush to her cheeks at his whisper, at the promise he made for and to her.

She had been nervous when telling Ollie about her purity ring and about she would like to wait awhile, maybe even till marriage to have sex, especially after he shared that he had already had sex before. But he had been surprisingly okay with it after he had a few days to think and wrap his head around it, and not that she knew but to talk to his dad about it, before he came back said that he’d wait as long as she wanted.

“I mean, we did.” She whispers back. “I just, I think you’re the one, ya’know. And even if you aren’t, I can’t see myself ever regretting you.” There’s a stinging in his eyes and he clears his throat. “Okay.” He shifts her down a bit so he can sit up, pressing their lips together. “Okay.”

Her hands cup his cheeks as they kiss while his hands stay on her hips. Not moving or doing anything despite the fact that she’s given the all clear. It’s one of her hands dropping from his face to trail down his body, that makes his hands move, grabbing her ass, pressing her down and closer. It makes her gasp.

“Ollie.” He groans at the sound of her moaning his name. His eyes dart to his nightstand, where there should be some condoms in the drawer with lube as well and then he’s cursing, hands falling away from her. “We have to stop, darling. I’m sorry.” “But,” She shifts on top of him and he swears again when he looks down and sees a wet patch peeking out from where she’s sitting on top of him. “I know, but I don’t have any condoms.” He feels himself flush, “I threw them away after we got serious since I figured it wouldn’t happen for a few years.” “No.” She whines, heading dropping onto his shoulder as her whole body sags.

She hadn’t thought about buying condoms, mainly because despite the lingerie she packed and the dinner reservation, she hadn’t actually planned on them having sex. She just wanted more, even some dry humping or at the very least to feel fingers against her that weren’t her own.

“I could pull out.” The words are weak to his own ears. She lifts her head slightly to look at him. “Do you really think you could?” “I could run and get some condoms.” He really doesn’t feel like getting back in the car, doesn’t feel like leaving her, but he’d do it. "No,” she shakes her head. She didn’t like the idea of being alone, waiting for him to come back with condoms. Or him putting clothes back on, the idea makes her nose wrinkle. She then pauses as something comes to mind. “How’s your Italian?” His brows furrow at the question. “It’s decent. Basic and more strategy and car related. But I get by, why?” “I was thinking of Plan B.” “Plan B?” His brows furrow more before it clicks and his eyes widen, “oh, Plan B.” “Yeah, I’d still want it even if you do end up pulling out, but I don’t think that will happen.” He wants to protest, deny, argue that he absolutely could pull out, but it’d be a lie.

“Ollie.” She whines nearly an hour later as he tries to get her to separate her thighs. “You’re all sticky.” He tells her. “I need to clean you up before it dries.” And god was it a bitch to clean up dried cum. “I’ll be quick.” He promises. She pouts, but lets her thighs fall apart, wincing at the burning muscles. He swallows at the sight of their mixed release. He hadn’t managed to pull out the first time, but the second he had managed to, only to finish practically in her anyways. And it was worse because of her own two orgasms that added to the mess. Taking the damp cloth, he carefully cleans her up, apologizing when she whines when he presses a bit too much on her clit.

“Much better.” He grins, when he’s done. Throwing the cloth in the direction of his laundry hamper. “Cuddle?” She asks, making grabby hands at him and eagerly joins her again in bed, slipping the covers over both of them. “That’s better.” She mumbles, when they settle together and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her head.

It’s hard for him to leave when he wakes up in the morning. They’re still both naked and she’s sleeping peacefully beside him. But he’d rather go and get her the Plan B now, then put it off until later when she’ll be fully awake.

Rolling to his side, he presses a series of light kisses to her face. She mumbles a bit and he chuckles. “I’ve got to go, darling.” She mumbles again, turning to lay on her side as well. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going?” Her voice is low, thick with sleep. “I need to get some things real quickly. I’ll be back in thirty minutes, okay?” “Do you have to?” She pouts. “I’ll be quick.” He promises, bending to kiss her.

It takes him barely any time to get the Plan B and condoms, though he had stumbled his way through Italian to get the Plan B before just pulling up a picture of it.

“Darling?” He calls when he gets back. “Kitchen.” She calls back, a hint of sleep still in her voice. With the bag hanging from his finger, he walks to the kitchen. “I got you plan b and condoms for me, just in case.” “No, just in case. I’d like a repeat.” He grins at her, setting the bag on the counter. “Yeah?” She nods, bottom lip between her teeth. “Yeah.” Bending, he captures her lips in a quick kiss, humming.

“Want to do brownies for breakfast?” His eyes widen and they dart to the counter. “I completely forgot you even made those!” “I’ll take that a yes?” “Please!”

Cutting him a piece and then one of herself, she puts them on a plate as Ollie gets them both something to drink before they both go to the living room and sit on the couch.

“These are so good.” He mumbles, catching a crumb before it can fall. “You say that everytime.” “Because it’s true! These are really good.” Her brownie was a good bit smaller than his so as soon as she finishes her, she’s standing up and retrieving something from her suitcase, ignoring him asking where she’s going.

Sitting back down, she places a box in his lap.

“What is this?” He asks, setting the plate on the coffee table, only a few crumbs on it. “I bought it for you a while ago and have been carrying it around since, just wasn’t sure when exactly I’d give it to you.” He looks at her intrigued, before looking back at the box and carefully opening it.

Ollie’s brows furrow at the thin chain that rests inside. It was nice, very nice, though not by a brand that he recognized. It was also a weird gift considering he didn’t wear necklaces, though if he was going to wear one, it would be this one.

“What’s it for?” He asks. “I, uh,” she stutters a bit over her words, playing her ring before carefully pulling it off, flexing her fingers at the odd sensation of it not being there. “It’s for this.” And she drops the ring she’s worn since she was eleven into his palm. “But this is yours.” “And I can’t wear it anymore.” She tells him. “I intended to wait longer to have sex, but I don’t regret last night and I won’t regret anything we do in the future. It’s yours now and I kind of liked the idea of you carrying it with you wherever you go.” He stares at the ring, tries to ignore the pulse of want and smugness, because he got to have her first and he was fairly certain he’d be her only and last.

Lifting the chain out of the box, he carefully unclasps it, threading the ring on, before clasping it around his neck, the ring resting just below the hollow of his neck, easily hidden behind any shirt he wears if he has it tucked in.

Turning his neck, the sensation of something there is odd and he says that. “It’ll take some getting used to, but I like it.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

It doesn’t take him long to get used to the necklace and he practically never takes it off, only in the shower or when doing certain training sessions and it hasn't happened yet but when he has to get into the F1 car and then his F2 car, he’ll be taking it off then as well.

No one really notices his new accessory, he’s not doing much on social media, his mum and dad had asked him about it and he had flushed but just said that it was something she had gotten for him and lucky they didn’t press for more. It gives a false sense of security that comes crashing down in Mexico.

He’s on a bit of a high for doing his first free practice and not placing dead last even though it’s only free practice and placing doesn’t really matter. He’s out of his race suit, having been able to not shower but wipe himself down with a damp towel before getting back into the Haas polo and jumping in to do more media. And as he does some interviews he doesn’t notice the way her ring that’s kept underneath his shirt is on full display.

But it does come to his attention when he finally gets his phone and sees so many mentions and a strange text full of exclamation marks that has him quickly hitting the call button.

“Is everything okay? I got a weird text from you.” “Ollie.” “What’s wrong?” He’s about to exit the Haas hospitality, he could be at Red Bull’s in about a minute at the strained sound of her voice. “My ring, everyone saw my ring.” His eyes widen and he’s cursing. “Oh no.” “Yeah.” “And they all know.” “Yeah.” She confirms again. “Because Max had to make it clear what the ring was.” She laughs, but it’s clear that she’s on the verge of tears, her voice tight. The sound has him wanting to wrap in his arms, shield her away, but it also has him confused. She never cared about what fans thought of her. She was very much like her brother in that matter. It was all water off a duck’s back. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asks, dropping his voice as someone looks at him weirdly. “I just, Max hadn’t noticed, no one has really. And I don’t regret it Ollie, but that was a promise I made to Max, to save myself.” The last three words come out as a whisper. “And now he’s going to find out because the whole of F1 twitter is talking about it. I should’ve told him.” “It’ll be okay.” He reassures her, but now the realization has hit that he’s going to have deal with Max and not just Max, but Daniel and Charles and fucking Arthur, which is a bit insulting because it’s Arthur of all people, but the Leclerc’s liked her a lot, Charles liked to argue with Max that she was actually their younger sister and not Max’s, which lead to a headache of bickering between the two drivers.

“Can I come to you?” He looks down at his watch even though he knows that he doesn’t have any more interviews, just needs to stay to watch the last session play out since he already did his debriefing as well. “Yeah, do you want me to walk you over?” “No, I’ll be there in a second.”

Meeting her at the doors of the hospitality, he quickly ushers her in before leading her to a back corner, the both of them sinking to the floor, somewhat hidden from view by a couch.

“You alright?” “Yeah.” She breathes, pressing close to him. “I just should’ve said something to Max. I just didn’t want to say anything y’know?” And he can feel her nose wrinkle at the idea and his does the same. Because yeah it was a bit gross to think about telling your sibling that you’ve had sex just so they won’t be blindsided by the media. “He’s gonna hate me again.” She doesn’t say anything and he groans, throwing his head back against the wall. “I just made some progress with him.” “I know, bear.” She murmurs, kissing his cheek. “I could put it back on? Say that I gave it to you as a good luck charm.”

It’s a good idea, a perfect solution for their problem, but it’s clear that she doesn’t like the idea and he doesn’t like the idea either. He’s grown used to the small weight of the ring resting below the hollow of his throat and he’s not fond of the idea of seeing a ring that’s not his on her ring finger again.

“Maybe I should propose.” She jerks away from him like she’s been burned. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant.” He quickly says. “I just I don’t want to give it back. I don't want to see you wearing it again and I just,” he waves his hands around. “My brain was running. I’m sorry.” Her eyes are focused on his and she slowly presses back into him, though she keeps her head pulled back so they can look at each other. “Is that something you really want in the future? To be married to me?” “One hundred percent.” She blinks at the quick response, a smile starting to bloom on her face. “Not now, just because I don’t want to rely on nothing but sponsors and my dad for money, but maybe once I got an F1 seat and then got a contract extension or new seat. I’d have money to help support us, to buy you a nice ring, house.” He hopes that she can’t tell how much he’s thought about this, how much he’s rambled to both Jak and Fred about this even though if either of them got the chance they’d happily rat him out for being such a preteen girl, and he just knows that Jak told Fred what that means. “I want that too.”

Ollie wonders if him intending on marrying her, on putting a ring on her finger will lessen the brunt of anger he’s sure to receive and it doesn’t.

“You defiled my sister!” The eighteen years old both make a face at the Dutch man’s words. “No one defiled anyone.” Max ignores her, glaring at the British driver. “You touched her.” Ollie nearly reaches out for her hand, but keeps his hands to himself, as he gives a tiny nod. “Max, it’s alright. I wanted it.” Max and Daniel both make a face at her words. “Ew. You shouldn’t even know what it is.” “Well, Max kind of ruined that for me when I was eleven.” She snarks and her brother flushes. “Which is why I gave you the ring! You were supposed to save yourself for marriage! Keep yourself away from boys like Ollie!” “What’s wrong with me?” He asks, offended. “You’re a teenager.” Daniel tells him with a shrug. “And you’ve got a dick. That’s all it really takes.”

“What happened to waiting?” Max asks, voice a little quieter as he looks at her. “Max,” she starts and then includes the Alpha Tauri driver who’s inched closer. “Daniel. I thought I was going to wait for marriage, or at least a few more years, but Ollie,” she pauses, feeling blood rush to her cheeks. “Ollie feels like the one.” She reaches out for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “And even if he isn’t, I won’t regret what we did.”

The two older men stare at her, at them. One who can remember holding her just hours after she was born, and the other who got to know her shortly after Max’s fuck up when she was eleven. Both her brothers, one just a bit longer than the other.

Max swallows harshly, the full realization hitting him that his baby sister isn’t a baby anymore. She’s an adult and he’s never really had the right to get mad at her for things she does but he really doesn’t now. He can feel Daniel standing behind him, and knows that the older man will go with him whatever way he chooses.

Stepping forward, he pulls her into a hug and wonders where the time has gone. “As long as you don’t regret it, yeah?” She hugs him back tighter, tension in her shoulders loosening at his acceptance. “Yeah. Love you, Maxy.” He laughs, a quiet thing. “Love you too.”

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hi, could you make one with ollie bearman with london boy by taylor swift, please? she's so whipped by her british boyfriend especially his smile and his thick british accent that always drive her crazy and so is he. thank you!

london boy - oliver bearman

genre: fluff

word count: 927

inspired by london boy by taylor swift

warning: english is not my first language

thank you soo much for the request! to be honest i have been thinking about writing london boy for ollie too! also, i'm not from england so all of the information i got for this fict is from google.

feel free to give me any feedback and hope you enjoy! my requests are open 🫶

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I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteens, faded blue jeans, Tennesse whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

You met Ollie for the first time when you just transferred to the Imperial College London. You remember it was on a sunny Thursday, and you and your new friends were doing your assignment for a class together. It was going smoothly for you until you heard a laugh that sounds like music to your ear. That’s when you saw him, a tall guy with a sweet smile and dimples, getting shushed by his friend that’s sitting next to him.

“Is he from our uni?” you asked your friends, pretending to be annoyed when in reality you really want to know if you will have a chance on seeing him again in the near future.

“Oliver? The tall guy with curly hair? No, he is a racing driver in Formula 2. But he is always here when it’s off-season, a lot of his friends went here. I could introduce you to him if you want?”

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

“Stop calling me a London boy! I’m not even from London. I’m from Chelmsford!” Ollie said while laughing, and oh, how much you love that laugh. The laugh that caught your attention that first time, a sound that could instantly bring a smile to your face.

You are strolling around the infamous Camden Market with the boy you have been dating for 3 months now. It hasn’t been long since you first met, but God knows how smitten you are with him. Every time you are together with him, it’s like you became a child that has a crush all over again. His smile, his laugh, his thick British accent, his giggle, everything about him is perfect to you.

“I don’t care! You will always be my London boy, okay.” You said with a smile that Ollie loves so much. A smile that he wants to see for the rest of his life if it’s possible.

“Is that supposed to be a Taylor Swift reference?”

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

It was raining heavily, which means your plan to go on a picnic with Ollie has to be canceled unwillingly. It’s been 7 months now since you first date him, and it has been the best seven months for both of you. Sure, there are arguments here and there, it’s normal for a couple to argue, but you love him so much and you knew he loves you too. “You know we don’t have to cancel our plan right?” he said after you expressed your disappointment.

“It’s raining like crazy Ollie,” you said pointing the obvious while unpacking the picnic basket you two had prepared.

“We can still go on a walk, play in the rain for a bit, I swear it will be fun!” his reply got muffled as he hugged you from behind, burying his face in your hair, how are you supposed to decline his invitation?

And that’s how, three days later, you found yourself lying in his bed together with him, the two of you feel like dying from the cold you two caught because of the rain.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

Among all the things you’ve done together with Ollie, your favorite one might be walking around Brixton at night on a weekend. Strolling around Brockwell Park, going to a random concert held in O2 Academy, and visiting the infamous Westminster Abbey. You just love your night adventure with the boy who has been in your life for the past year.

And he loves it too, just as much. He loves seeing you enjoying the park at night, he loves hearing you singing along to a song performed at the concert, and he loves seeing your eyes light up when you were in awe because of the Church. Ollie just loves everything that has to do with you, he loves everything about you. And he will do anything just to see you smile.

So please show me Hackney

Doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

You love traveling London with your own London boy. Going to Hackney, visiting the British Museum, walking around Victoria Park, anything really, as long as you are together with him.

Ollie also loves traveling with you too, well, he just loves you, really. He may be not as open as you at expressing his love, but everyone clearly knows just how much he is in love with you. How he would drop everything just to be with you if you asked him. How he would literally fly from Italy, ditching his training at the Ferrari Driver Academy, just to be with you if you called him.

Seriously, everyone could clearly tell that both of you are just two people being insanely in love with each other. And everyone also knew that nothing can change that.

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