could u do just a kimi antonelli x reader one where ollie’s is the brother pls!! i’m pretty sure u have already done one but could u just do another bc i think it would be hilarious with just ollie being grossed out by them all the time
Impromptu Meetings Pt. 2 (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Bearman! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 1
Requested: Clearly (Took me a sec to get my barrings, but I got it)
Warnings: None
POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)
W.C. 2440
Summary: The five times Ollie had impeccable timing.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
<-Part 1
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It was sort of funny how wrong Ollie’s timing was. He just always seemed to find you and Kimi at the most inconvenient times.
The first time it happened was the week after he found out. Ollie and Kimi still had to share a hotel room for a bit because the rooms were pre-booked, and there was no space to reserve two separate rooms. Plus, it wasn’t the most cost-effective option.
Usually, they had rooms with two beds, but it wasn’t until the three of you walked into the hotel room for the week that Ollie realized one very important thing.
“Wait, where are you gonna sleep?” Ollie asked as he set his stuff on the bed closest to the window. It was an unspoken rule between the two drivers. When you didn’t answer right away, Ollie looked over his shoulder to see you setting your bag next to Kimi’s bed and laying face-first on the comforter. “No, no, no, absolutely not!”
“Where do you expect me to sleep? The bathtub?” You replied sarcastically, barely lifting your head to glare at him.
“That’s a great idea!” Ollie cheered, immediately moving to throw your stuff into the washroom. “Get off.”
“Kimi, back me up here, please,” You pleaded as you glanced at Kimi, begging him to talk some reason into Ollie.
“The bed’s big enough,” Kimi commented while shrugging his shoulders.
“Big enough?! Big enough for what!?” Ollie screeched and sent you and Kimi into fits of giggles. “No, stop it! The bed is not big enough for anything!”
“It’s big enough for Kimi and I to sleep,” You clarified after you caught your breath, “and if it makes you feel better, we could have a pillow wall between us.”
“No, you’re my cuddle buddy!” Kimi protested immediately, lying down on the bed next to you and pulling you into his arms. “I can’t sleep without you.”
“You’re not helping,” you glared at Kimi with no real heat as you tried to pry your arms free of Kimi’s hold.
“Absolutely not!” Ollie cried, moving to shove the two of you apart and stand between you with an arm pointed at each of you. “We need some rules around here. No hugging, no kissing, no cuddling, no touching around me! Got it?”
“That’s like asking you to not be British around me,” Kimi pouted in response. “We can compromise here. No excessive kissing, but I’m not giving up any hugs, cuddles, or touching. I can’t do it.”
“I will say this once: if I see it, I’ll scream.”
The second time it happened was after the sprint race at Silverstone.
Ollie should have known you would find your way to Kimi despite Ollie’s DNF at his home race. At least, that’s what you told yourself. It was Kimi’s first win, and if it had been an accident that took Ollie out, you would have reacted differently. However, it was a car problem, so you fully intended to celebrate with Kimi.
You stood in parc ferme against the barrier as rain fell lightly, nothing like it was earlier, while waiting for Kimi to pull in. You were surrounded by the Prema family and even some Mercedes people. You could’ve sworn that Toto was somewhere in the crowd behind you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you watched Kimi’s number 4 Prema pull into the pitlane.
You cheered with the crowd as Kimi climbed out of his car and went to get weighed first. Once he did that, he was ready to celebrate. He ran and jumped into the arms of the team as they all shouted and slapped him on the back. Then, he took his helmet off and handed it to you, trading it for a water bottle.
After he took a drink, he put the cap back on and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, resting his head on your shoulder as he let out a breath. You wrapped your arm around him tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
“You did so good! I’m so proud of you!” You praised as he turned his head to look at you, blushing.
“Grazie,” He muttered, quickly moving up to kiss your cheek before dropping back to hide his face in your neck. He sighed as almost all of the tension of the race left his body. That is, until someone screamed right beside you.
You jumped away from Kimi, letting out a quick yelp in response, too, as you spun around to see who was screaming bloody murder beside you.
“Ollie! What the fuck?!”
“I told you if I saw it, I would scream,” He replied simply, glaring at Kimi.
“Oh, grow up, Oliver,” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you went back to Kimi. You moved a hand up to cup his cheek before whispering, “He’s just jealous and lonely.”
Then, you planted one more kiss to his lips before Ollie’s screaming resumed, but you couldn’t care less.
The third time Ollie’s timing served him well (or bad if you ask him) was after Kimi’s first feature race win in Budapest.
Ollie said he was going out with some friends after the race, so you knew this was the perfect opportunity to get Kimi alone in the hotel room to do your favorite thing. Movie night.
It was the only way to celebrate a feature race win, in your opinion, since you and Kimi were both introverts. Ordering room service, binging whatever movies caught your attention, and cuddling on the small pullout couch the hotel had was your guys’ idea of a perfect date night.
You were rolling through the credits of the second movie of the night, and you were positive that you would not make it through another movie.
“Why are you so tired?” Kimi joked as he pulled you closer to him, “It’s not like you raced today.”
“I had to put up with you and Ollie today,” You teased back as you lifted your head off his chest to meet his eyes. “Neither of you can sit still for a minute! I’m sorry, but you two are exhausting, just saying.”
“All in a day’s work,” Kimi laughed, moving his hand to bring yours up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand.
“No, not in a day’s work,” You pulled your hand from his and gently slapped it against the side of his face. “You shouldn’t try to make me tired. I barely get to spend time with you as it is. I don’t wanna be tired. I just wanna be with you.”
“You’re always with me,” Kimi replied as he pulled you back down to his chest, dropping kisses on the top of your head. “Well, maybe not, but Ollie’s not here for once, so we can do whatever we want.”
“I just wanna stay here in your arms,” You sighed, already closing your eyes, “I could stay here forever.”
“You two are disgusting.”
“Ollie, kindly learn to shut up.”
The fourth time it happened, Ollie started seeing that MAYBE you and Kimi were cute. It was right after Kimi’s free practice crash.
Ollie wasn’t racing in the session, but he was watching from the Ferrari garage when he heard the screeching of tyres. His first instinct was to look at the screens, and his jaw dropped when he saw a Mercedes fly into the gravel. His first thought went to Kimi’s well-being, and then it jumped to you, who stood in the Mercedes garage for the first time. At that moment, he wanted to reassure you, but he wasn’t allowed to leave the Ferrari garage until after the session.
You had met Kimi in the medical centre as soon as you heard he was going to get checked for a concussion. You knew he still had qualifying later, and this was going to be a massive hit to his confidence. You leaned against the doorway, out of the way of the medical personnel, as he got checked over. When he got all clear, you walked in and swapped places with the nurse. You immediately grabbed his hand and brushed some of his curls out of his face.
“I knew it. I’m not ready for this,” Ollie heard as he rounded the corner in the medical centre. Immediately, he knew you were already there with Kimi. Ollie had heard a few similar conversations between the two of you up to this point. “I’m just not cut out for Formula 1 yet.”
“Oh, a single crash is determining your fate now?” Ollie heard you say sarcastically. He moved so he could peek through the doorway to see the two of you. You were holding his face in your hands as you tilted his head around, scanning for any injuries. “I thought the nurse said no brain damage? Why are you spouting nonsense? Do we need to reevaluate you before qualifying?”
“No, I’m fine,” Kimi groaned, but there was a prominent smile on his face as he looked at you with heart eyes. Truly, it made Ollie want to vomit, but he was not going to ruin this moment. “It just sucks. This was my first time in a Formula 1 car-”
“Exactly,” You cut him off, squishing his face as you leaned your forehead against his. “This was your first time. I don’t think anyone’s first time has ever been sunshine and rainbows.”
“I’d argue-”
“I’m not talking about that, dumbass,” You snapped, shaking his head to stop him from talking. “First time in a Formula 1 car, no one had a perfect performance. Trust me.”
That’s when Ollie decided to turn now before he heard anything else he didn't want to know about his sibling and teammate.
The fifth time was the nail in the coffin: Qatar.
After the previous year’s race and multiple drivers needing to go to medical, whose bright idea was it to send junior drivers around? You couldn’t fathom that choice. Sure, the race was interesting and fun to watch. However, nothing would outweigh the driver’s safety, and as you stood in the back of the Prema truck with two fans and icepacks, you really wished you could have a word with the person who made that choice.
Ollie was looking for you. He just won the sprint race, and you had always been his party buddy when he won. It was standard procedure. He couldn’t find you at the barrier or during the podium celebration. However, he knew Kimi was struggling during the race, and at one point, Kimi didn’t finish the race. Ollie thought he knew exactly where you were.
Ollie walked through the trailer with his champagne and trophy straight to the room he had shared with Kimi for their breaks, and sure enough, there you were. However, so was Kimi, and did he look worse than Ollie thought. Ollie thought he was struggling during the race as he nearly dropped the trophy and champagne on the floor, but Kimi didn’t even look like he could stand.
Kimi was sitting in the corner on one of the chairs with his head in his hands with his elbows resting on his knees. You were kneeling right next to him, rubbing up and down his back and making sure the wet rag on the back of his neck didn’t fall. You had set up a side table with two fans in front of Kimi, and they were running full blast.
Ollie noted that the entire room felt significantly cooler than the rest of the trailer. He quietly walked into the room and carefully set his stuff down before going to the washroom to peel off his race suit. When he swapped into his Ferrari kit and was about to leave the washroom, he stopped short as he heard you and Kimi whispering between yourselves.
“You’re not feeling so warm anymore,” You muttered as you put the back of your hand to his forehead. The entire time you were kneeling beside him, neither of you said a thing, and neither of you moved a muscle. When Kimi began shifting slightly and rolling his shoulders, you decided to check in on him. “You feeling any better?”
“A little,” He sighed, leaning back in the chair to look over at you, the rag falling to to the ground. “Probably wasn’t the best idea to not eat anything before this track.”
“You said you ate breakfast!” You gasped, shooting up to stand in front of Kimi and leaning your weight on the armrests of his chair. “I made you promise one thing, and it was that you would eat so this exact situation would never happen.”
“I’m sorry,” He replied sheepishly, glancing up at you with a small smile. “You slept in, so I didn’t have my breakfast buddy.”
“Take Ollie with you!” You complained as you leaned back against the side table that fans were on. “I based my personality on him anyway. We’re practically the same person.”
“Don’t say the person I’m dating is the same person as my teammate,” Kimi groaned as he stood up to loom over you and wrap his arms around your waist while yours went to his shoulders. “I just like your company more.”
“Ouch,” Ollie accidentally said out loud, and since the washroom was right next to where you and Kimi were, of cours,e you heard it.
“Ollie, the eavesdropper,” You chuckled, looking expectedly at the door. Slowly, the door opened, and there was Ollie’s guilty face, knowing he had been caught. “Anything to say for yourself.”
“Uh, find your own personality?” Ollie joked as he looked between you two. A beat passed before all three of you burst into laughter. It took a few minutes for all of you to calm down, but when you did, Ollie broke the silence, “Okay, for real though, you’re feeling better, right? We still have a win to celebrate, and it’s not much of a celebration without my best friend and number 1 cheerleader.”
“Did you just call me your best friend?” Kimi gasped in a teasing tone, leaving you to face Ollie. “And to think you were so against me being with your sibling in the first place, but now you’re calling me your best friend.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” Ollie joked back, but you and Kimi knew there was still some truth behind his words. “I can still push you off track if you two go south. We’re both in F1 next year, so you’re not getting rid of me.”
“Ollie Bearman, the official third wheeler.”
“Oh, shut up.”
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