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[cartierre]

BARBIE | ob3

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU ollie bearman x fem!actress!reader

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yourusername so so excited to finally see this film out in theatres! this has been such a wonderful journey and one of the best sets i've had the pleasure to work on! let's go barbie, let's go party!

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user1 aahhh this film is going to be THE film of 2023

user2 i need to watch this asap! ⤷ user3 had the chance to watch it already and i cann tell you it's so good

olliebearman man, i wish i had someone to watch the movie with... ⤷ yourusername that could be arranged

user4 OLLIE? ⤷ user5 ollie the rizzler

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olliebearman tough weekend here in budapest... but we'll bounce back stronger in spa!

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user6 keep your head up, your time to shine will come soon!

user7 let's just get them at spa!!

yourusername maybe you just need a lucky charm by your side? ⤷ olliebearman maybe i do ;)

user8 did i just see y/n in the comments ⤷ user9 their flirting is not very subtle

user10 still proud of you!

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yourusername she's everything, he's just ken.

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user11 you looked so stunning on that red (pink) carpet!

user12 the dress code was dress coding

user13 she really embodied barbie at that premiere

olliebearman does this barbie need a ken? ⤷ yourusername are you kenough to handle a barbie like me?

user14 y/n and ollie are really smth else in their comments ⤷ user15 real just fucking kiss already

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yourusername this barbie is a wag!

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user16 they really got us huh

user17 the way they were dating all along... it's actually a really funny prank

olliebearman my job is car ⤷ yourusername and what a good job you do at car! ⤷ olliebearman thank you barbie :)

user18 real life barbie and ken ⤷ user19 ong

user20 adorable adorable adorable!

[soleilpinto]

Changing Lanes (Pepe Martí) ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

“I thought I’d never be okay, but now I know that I’m okay.” (Niki, La La Lost You) ⋆˙⟡ —

Synopsis: After a crush on driver Paul Aron leaves you heartbroken, you unexpectedly find yourself pursued by Campos Driver, Pepe Martí. As he gently shows you kindness and patience, you start to realize that love isn’t as hopeless as it once seemed.

Genre: Angst, Slowburn + Fluff !!

Pairing: Pepe Martí x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This entire fic in itself, because it was a random idea I had at 12 am after finding out the guy I started gaining feelings for had a girlfriend (PLEASE 2025 be good to me, I can’t keep going through these things even if it is for the plot)

Note: Honestly, I just wanted an outlet to vent out my feelings because I haven’t felt the pain of heartbreak in over a year and this one felt extra bittersweet because I couldn’t even form a connection with the guy. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! Love lots, and don’t forget to like + reblog as always.

Chasing the Apex (Paul’s Version) !!

For as long as you could remember, you had noticed that love wasn’t always the kindest towards you. From one-sided crushes to having your heart crushed entirely by your ex, you honestly don't understand why the universe could be so cruel. That was until you met Paul.

As one of the social media managers for the Formula 2 grid, you handled posts and updates throughout race weekends. Being around the same age as most of the younger drivers, you got along with them pretty easily.

But none of them caught your attention quite like Paul Aron.

You’ve always noticed Paul. It’s hard not to, really. He’s the kind of person who effortlessly draws attention with his charm, his smile, and the way he carries himself—like he’s not just a talented racer, but someone who genuinely enjoys life, which made him one of the highlights of your first season on the grid as well.

His presence lights up a room, and though you’ve crossed paths a few times during FIA events or networking opportunities, you’ve never had the chance to talk to him. But every time you see him, something about him draws you in, leaving you with a flutter in your chest that you can’t quite explain.

It happens again one evening, at a Porsche networking event. You’re standing near the refreshment table, trying to stay calm as you check your phone, making sure everything’s ok for your blog post the next day. Then you hear a voice, smooth and warm, cutting through the chatter.

“Is the Wi-Fi in this place always this spotty, or is it just tonight?” Paul says, his tone light and friendly.

You glance up, slightly startled. His smile catches you off guard, as if he’s genuinely amused by the moment, not just making small talk. He’s standing a few feet away, holding a drink in one hand, his other hand casually resting on the edge of the table.

You laugh softly, trying to steady your nerves. “Honestly, it might just be this place. I’ve had worse reception at airports.”

He chuckles, a sound that’s easygoing and somehow puts you at ease. “I swear, Wi-Fi is the real race here. Always competing with my connection.”

You can’t help but smile at the way he talks, as though you’re both sharing a private joke. The conversation stays light, but it’s easy. There’s no awkwardness. He listens as much as he speaks, and you feel like, for a few moments, the world narrows down to just the two of you. But then, just as quickly as the moment began, it’s over. 

Paul nods, excusing himself to chat with someone else, leaving you standing there, feeling a strange mix of giddy and disappointed.

Over the next few days, you find yourself replaying that brief encounter in your mind, analyzing every word, every glance. Each time you pass him at the track or at another event, you catch yourself lingering, watching him from the corner of your eye, fascinated by the way he interacts with everyone around him.

He’s effortlessly kind, almost too charismatic for his own good, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more, though you keep your feelings to yourself.

It’s all so easy for him, and you can’t shake the thought that he’s the kind of person who could make anyone feel special. Even if he doesn’t notice you, you find yourself quietly admiring him from afar.

One evening, you’re idly scrolling through social media, distracted by the usual updates and posts, when something catches your eye. It’s a tag in one of Paul’s photos, leading you to a girl’s account. You hesitate for a moment, but curiosity wins out, and you click on it.

You had seen this girl around and recognized her as the new Hi-Tech GP social media intern.

At first, it’s easy to tell yourself that you’re just browsing. After all, it’s just another account, right? But soon, you find yourself diving deeper—scrolling through the posts, the captions, the shared moments between them.

Each photo feels like a glimpse into a world you’ll never be a part of: the vacations, the inside jokes, the smiles exchanged in private moments.

At first, you brushed it off as nothing more than a friendship, but the more you saw, the more it seemed like there was something more. It’s all perfectly curated, as if everything about their relationship is designed to be seen, to be admired.

Before you even knew it, you find it. A highlight that’s pinned at the top of her profile—a video of Paul looking at her with such tenderness in his eyes.

The way he smiles, so genuine, so in love, sends a sharp pang through your chest. You swallow hard, the weight of the moment settling in. He’s taken. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

As you sat there, staring at more photos of them smiling, traveling, and sharing intimate moments (there were even photos of her with his family and you almost felt like throwing up), the weight of it settled on you.

It hit you all at once—the reality that Paul wasn’t just out of reach, but he was with someone else. And in that moment, the pain was sharper than you expected. You’d been holding onto a hope that was never yours to have, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you never pursued a connection, until now.

Another rush of emotions hit you like a bus—jealousy, sadness, and a crushing sense of inadequacy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the girl in the photos, wondering if you were ever enough or if you’d ever measure up to what Paul seemed to have with someone else.

It seemed impossible, especially when you were just a regular girl, whilst Paul’s girlfriend looked like she modeled during the off-season.

It didn’t make sense, you knew that. After all, you had no claim over him. But the feelings didn’t care about logic. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt—you couldn’t shake the sting of seeing them together, knowing you weren’t ever meant to be part of his story.

It felt like a cruel reminder that no matter how much you’d hoped, love was always just out of reach. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you can’t bring yourself to look away.

It is now the present and you feel better, but you haven’t fully healed from the trauma just yet. You were so determined to distract yourself from the pain that you had thrown yourself into work and your blog that you had created as an escape from the world.

The rhythm of curating content helps clear your mind, and you even rediscover hobbies you had set aside for too long in the midst of it all. You hadn't given up on love entirely but forced yourself to keep your mind occupied so that the pain would be the least of your worries.

Whenever the emotions and stress of work start to overwhelm you, you lean on your friends, finding comfort in their support and understanding. It’s not a perfect fix, but it helps you push forward, one step at a time.

Ever since you decided to swamp yourself with work, you started to find new friendships with the other rookies and drivers on the grid.

Pepe Martí is someone you’ve seen around before, but you’ve never really interacted with much. You were always mostly with Paul or Ollie, sometimes Isack, Pepe’s teammate, but you barely crossed each other’s paths unless it came to media or updates regarding the F2 socials.

Unexpectedly, as you start to bump into him more often, you start noticing his presence just a bit more. At first, it’s casual—a quick hello in passing, a smile shared before he goes on his way. But soon, it feels like more.

You start to notice how often your paths cross, as if the universe is aligning in subtle ways, but you digress, since you were way too focused on yourself and work to even think about anything else.

Soon enough, you find yourself hanging around the Campos Racing garage during the next few races. What catches you off guard is how warm and attentive Pepe is whenever you’re there to have a casual chat or just to relax before they get on track.

In every conversation, whether it’s about racing or something completely unrelated, he listens with genuine interest.

There’s no rush, no forced small talk. It’s as if he cares about what you’re saying, and that’s something you didn’t realize you’d been missing.

You first notice it one afternoon when you’re at the F2 paddock, buried in your phone and laptop as you work on a new blog post. A familiar voice interrupts your focus.

“Hey,” Pepe says, leaning against the fence next to you with a casual smile. His presence is relaxed but unwavering, as if he’s just always there. “I saw your latest post about the Monaco Grand Prix. That was pretty solid. You have a real way with words.”

You glance up, a little surprised by the compliment, but you return his smile. “Thanks,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ve been diving into the details a bit more lately.”

You weren't used to compliments on things like your blog, but when someone notices how much work you put in, you can’t help but feel bashful.

Pepe nods, clearly interested. “I can tell. I didn’t realize you knew so much about the strategy behind it all.”

“F1 is a lot more than just the race itself,” you explain, feeling a spark of excitement. “It’s the stories, the tactics, the behind-the-scenes stuff that gets missed.”

He seems genuinely engaged. “You should do a piece on how the strategy changes with the weather conditions next time. It’d be interesting to see your take on it.”

You blink in surprise, almost speechless. “That’s a great idea, actually,” you admit, a little flustered.

Pepe grins. “Glad you think so. I’ll be reading it when it’s up.” He straightens up, giving you a wink before walking away, leaving you both flattered and puzzled by his sudden interest.

‘Lock in, Y/n. God, now is not the time to be flustered because of a guy,’ you try to shake off the feeling but can’t help but feel a newfound sense of appreciation towards Pepe.

Over the next few days, you notice Pepe around more. It starts with small things—asking for your opinion on the latest race results, asking if you’re going to any of the after-race events, or simply offering a casual “Hey, how’s the blog going?” when he sees you walking between the pits.

Each time, his words are light but thoughtful, as though he’s genuinely interested, not just making small talk. There’s no rush to any of his actions, no pressure—just a quiet confidence that feels both comforting and intriguing.

One evening, after a long day of racing, you find him sitting in the garage and staring out at the grandstand as he is looking up at the sunset. You walk over, hesitant but curious.

“Mind if I join?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looks up, his smile warm and easy. “Not at all. The view’s better with company, anyway.”

You sit down next to him, and for a few moments, there’s just the hum of the distant engines and the warmth of the setting sun. Then, quietly, Pepe turns toward you.

“I like how you see things,” he says, his voice sincere. “The way you talk about the races, the details... it’s like you bring a whole new perspective to it. Not many people see it the way you do.” You look at him, surprised by his words.

“I’m just... trying to share the side of it people don’t always notice. You know, the stuff that’s hidden.” Pepe nods slowly, as if processing your words. “Yeah, I get that. You have a way of making the unseen things feel important.”

For a moment, you both sit in comfortable silence, the connection between you growing deeper with each passing second. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t rush. He’s just there, a steady presence, showing up when you least expect it.

And slowly, it starts to feel like maybe this quiet, consistent attention is something more than just friendly banter.

It wasn’t noticeable at first—mostly small gestures that you brush off as coincidence.

One morning, after a particularly tough day at the track, you’re buried in your laptop, trying to finish up a blog post, when you hear footsteps behind you.

You look up to find Pepe standing there, holding out a Red Bull can in your direction with a small smile.

“Figured you could use this,” he says, his voice casual but thoughtful. “You looked like you could use a pick-me-up.”

You blink, surprised by the gesture. Energy drinks weren’t exactly your choice of drink when it came to caffeine, but you were grateful for the drink. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Pepe shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “No problem. I’ve been there—long days, late nights. Thought a Red Bull might help since I don’t really like coffee.”

You accept the drink and open it, feeling a warmth spread through you—not from the Red Bull, but from the kindness in his eyes.

It’s not the first time he’s done something like this. The more you think about it, the more you realize that, over the past few weeks, he’s been going out of his way to make sure you feel seen—whether it’s checking in on how your day’s going or making sure you’re okay during hectic moments.

As the days pass, he starts sharing stories about his own struggles in racing—how he’s dealt with pressure, the challenges of balancing his personal life with his career (not to mention the shitty luck he’d been having lately).

His openness catches you off guard, and you find yourself listening intently, feeling a connection you didn’t expect.

“You’d be surprised how much racing can mess with your head sometimes,” he says one afternoon, leaning against a wall as he talks. “But you have to push through, even when everything feels off.”

His words linger with you long after the conversation ends. And for the first time, you see him in a new light—not just as someone who’s kind and attentive, but as someone who truly understands the ups and downs of life, someone who knows how to make you feel special without even trying.

Despite Pepe’s kindness lately, you hesitate. Every time he goes out of his way to make you feel special, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest, but something pulls you back.

Your mind still lingers on Paul—the way he smiled at her, the way his presence felt so magnetic, even from a distance. It’s like an anchor you can’t shake, a feeling you’re not ready to let go of.

One night, unable to sleep, you find yourself texting your closest friend, Marina. You vent about everything—how much you’re drawn to Pepe’s attention, but how you feel stuck on Paul, unable to move past the crush that was never meant to be.

Your Marina’s reply comes almost immediately. "You’re holding onto something that wasn’t yours to begin with. Paul is in a relationship, and no matter how much you wish it were different, you deserve more than just hoping for a chance."

The words hit harder than you expect, and you feel the truth in them—like a weight lifting off your chest. You pause, staring at the screen, then take a deep breath. "I know," you text back. "I’m just scared to let go."

Your friend’s response is simple but reassuring: "Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It just means making space for something that’s actually real."

You close your eyes for a moment, letting those words sink in. And for the first time, you feel the weight of holding onto Paul begin to lift, replaced by a quiet sense of clarity. Maybe you’re ready to move forward.

It’s late one evening, and you find yourself talking to Pepe again, this time in the quiet of a nearly empty garage after a long day of media and racing.

The conversation starts off light, but as the hours pass, something shifts. You’re sitting across from him, both of you exhausted but not ready to call it a night.

Without warning, Pepe looks at you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more earnest.

“You know,” he says, his voice softer than usual, “I really admire how you handle everything. I’ve seen the way you juggle work, racing, everything. You’ve got this strength about you that’s... rare. It’s not just about how you push through tough times, but the way you stay true to yourself, even when everything feels impossible.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. “I... don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies, his gaze steady. “I just think you’re incredible. And I don’t think enough people tell you that.”

His words catch you off guard, and something inside you stirs—a warmth, a flutter of something new. The walls you’ve carefully built around yourself begin to crack, just a little.

It’s not just the compliment itself, but the way he says it—without any expectation, no hidden motive. Just pure, honest admiration.

You look at him, really look at him, and for the first time, you begin to see him in a new light. He’s not just kind and attentive—he’s genuine, and that genuineness makes everything about him feel different, something you didn’t expect.

You sit in silence for a moment, letting his words settle in. The weight of the day, the pressure of expectations, and the uncertainty that’s been following you around seem to melt away, if only for a brief second.

You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that—to be seen, really seen, for who you are and not just what you do.

Pepe shifts a little, his gaze still warm and steady. “I know and understand that it’s not easy. I’ve seen how much effort you put into everything you do. But don’t forget that you deserve to have someone see you for the amazing person you are, not just for what you’re capable of.”

You swallow, blinking away the unexpected emotion. The vulnerability in his words makes your heart ache, but in a way that feels freeing, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. “I... don’t know if I believe that,” you admit, your voice softer than you expected.

“You will,” he says with a smile that makes your chest flutter. “Because you’re worth it. You’ve always been worth it.”

The sincerity in his eyes, the quiet but powerful way he expresses his admiration—it breaks through the last of the walls you’ve built up around yourself.

In that moment, you realize how much he’s not just seen you, but understood you. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time to start seeing him, too, not as someone in the background of your thoughts, but as someone who could be a part of your future.

Suddenly, you realize that this connection with him could be more than just a passing feeling.

As the days pass, you find yourself spending more time with Pepe—whether it's during work events, casual hangouts, or just those quiet moments where the world seems to slow down. And with each interaction, you begin to notice the little things that set him apart.

It’s in the way he listens when you talk, really listens, as if he values every word you say. He doesn't just hear you; he understands you.

When you ramble on about your latest fashion idea or a new post you're planning for your blog, he’s there, nodding along, offering insights or just genuinely interested in what excites you. He makes you feel like your passions are important, even if they seem trivial to others.

And then there’s the way he encourages you, not just with words, but in his actions. When you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of your strength, to tell you that you’re capable of so much more than you realize.

It’s the little things—those quiet words of encouragement when you need them most—that make you feel seen in ways you hadn’t expected.

But perhaps most of all, it’s the care he shows for your happiness. It’s the way he asks about your day, not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely wants to know.

How your day went, if you’re feeling okay, if there's anything he can do to make things better. It’s a kindness you didn’t know you needed, and slowly, you begin to realize that these small acts—these simple gestures—are what make him someone truly special.

When things aren’t going as smoothly for him, you’re there to support him in the same way. You’re with him through the highs and the lows, whether it’s during a frustrating race where he’s forced to retire early or a weekend where things just don’t seem to click.

After a no-finish result in one of the races, you tell him: “You gave it your all. It wasn’t your day, but I know you'll bounce back.” It’s the small, thoughtful words that show him you care, even when he’s at his lowest.

Then comes the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. You’re watching the race unfold, and your stomach drops when you see his car lose control and crash.

You hold your breath, your heart pounding, as the screen cuts away. Your thoughts race until you hear an update confirming that he’s okay, but you can’t help but worry. You know he’s going to be shaken up, even if it doesn’t show.

You’re one of the first people to get to the medical bay after the crash. When you walk in, Pepe is sitting on the bed, his helmet off, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there's a silence between you. He’s still processing everything that just happened.

“Hey," you say softly, approaching him. "You good?"

He gives a small, tired smile. "Yeah, just... it's frustrating, you know? I thought I had it under control, but... things happen. Not to mention the lock up we had the other day,"

You pull up a chair beside him, sitting down without a second thought. "I saw it. But you’re here, and that’s all that matters." You place a hand on his arm, offering a quiet reassurance. "I’m just glad you're okay."

He meets your eyes, his expression softening. "Thanks for being here," he says, his voice sincere. "It means a lot, more than you know."

For a moment, you just sit there together, the chaos of the race weekend fading into the background. And as you talk about the race, his crash, and what’s next, you realize just how much you care—not just for his career, but for him.

The connection you share feels deeper than ever, something solid and real.

After everything—the highs and lows, the moments of doubt and clarity—you find yourself standing at a crossroads.

You think about all the times you’ve hesitated, the moments you almost pulled away, unsure if you were ready to move on, still clinging to a love that never was. But as you look at Pepe, sitting beside you, as present and steady as he’s always been, something clicks.

It’s not just the way he’s supported you, or how he’s always seen the best in you, even when you couldn’t see it in yourself.

It’s how he makes you feel, not just valued, but cherished for exactly who you are—the messy, complex, imperfect you. In his eyes, you’re enough. And for the first time in a long time, you believe it, too.

Pepe’s kindness, patience, and unwavering support have shown you a kind of love that’s not based on fleeting moments or unattainable ideals. It’s real. It’s grounded. And more than anything, it’s filled with hope—a hope you hadn’t realized you’d lost until now.

So, when he looks at you, his gaze filled with something deeper than friendship, you finally allow yourself to take the leap. You smile, a little unsure, but ready. “Pepe, I think I’m ready for this.”

He grins, his eyes lighting up with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “Me too,” he says, his voice low and genuine. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”

In that moment, you know, with certainty, that you’ve chosen the right path. You’re not just moving on—you’re moving forward, with someone who will walk beside you every step of the way, supporting you, loving you, and reminding you that you’re worthy of all the happiness you’ve been seeking.

Epilogue:

Months have passed since you and Pepe decided to give love a real shot, and life has never felt brighter. His unwavering presence and quiet strength have become your anchor, and the happiness you’ve found together is undeniable.

The laughter you share, the quiet moments together, and the way he looks at you with so much care and love, it all fills you with a peace you didn’t know was possible.

It’s the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend, and Pepe is in peak form. You’re on the edge of your seat, clutching your puppy’s leash as the race unfolds.

When Pepe crosses the finish line in first place, the roar of the crowd barely registers as you’re too busy cheering alongside his parents with all your might.

Later, you meet him in parc fermé, tears of joy in your eyes as he steps out of the car. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into a tight hug, his helmet still tucked under his arm.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers, his words meant just for you despite the bustling celebrations around you.

That evening, you’re by his side as the team celebrates his victory. The champagne flows, and the glow of his achievement lights up the room. But it’s the quiet moments you share—when he leans over to steal a kiss and murmurs how much you mean to him—that remind you how lucky you are.

The next day, as you’re strolling through the paddock together, you catch sight of Paul in the distance.

He’s talking to someone, but his eyes briefly flicker to you and Pepe. His expression shifts for just a second—an unrecognizable look you can’t quite place—but you don’t dwell on it.

Pepe squeezes your hand, and your attention snaps back to him. He’s smiling at you in that way that makes your heart race, the way that reminds you of why you chose him. The life you’ve built together is filled with love, laughter, and hope—and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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[cieloclercs]

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genre: social media au pairing: ollie bearman x fem!reader face claim: diana avel

author’s note: rolling two requests into one here! hope you enjoy <3

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username erm hello??!! why is no one talking about the note with the flowers!!!

username EXACTLY it’s so sweet 🥹 if anyone ever did that for me i’d melt

yourusername ollie gets me flowers with a note every week 🥰

username awww that’s adorable but THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL EVEN MORE SINGLE 😃😃😃

username the way they look at each other is just nghhshs 🦋🦋🦋🦋

username the definition of grumpy girlfriend sunshine boyfriend

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

[love-belle]

you are my favourite everything !!!

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

or

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

tagged olliebearman

6,729 comments

username EVERYONE PAUSE

username LOVERBOY WHAT

username WHAT WHAT WHAT

username OH???????

mickschumacher "hatergirl" the first time you chose to speak facts

-> yourusername i hate you damn

-> mickschumacher bring cookies on the way to the apartment???

-> yourusername no (already bought them)

username OLLIE AND Y/N 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i've prayed for times like these

username they're NO WAY they're NOT dating

carla.brocker need to see you asap i miss u

-> yourusername baby we saw each other half an hour ago

-> carla.brocker ok and???

username ahahahahahah!!! im so normal about this!!!!!!!! sO normal!!!!!!!!!

username they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username my babies 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

arthur_leclerc ollie is blushing, thought you should know x

-> yourusername OH MY GOD IM CRYING

-> olliebearman SHUT UP NO I'M NOT

-> charles_leclerc can confirm x

-> yourusername AW

-> olliebearman leave me alone!!!

username they're in love your honour

username t-minus few seconds till y/n says fuck it and hard launches her boy

username my largest source of serotonin ❤️

olliebearman i love you best friend!!!!!!!!

-> yourusername i love you more best friend!!!!!!!!!!

olliebearman midnight adventures with you are my favourite ❤️

-> yourusername thank you for driving to the store and getting me ramen ❤️

username THEY'VE GOT TO JOKING WITH US

username yeah they're in love idc

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liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc, mickschumacher and 799,756 others

olliebearman she drives me crazy in the most loveliest way

tagged yourusername

7,827 comments

username goodbye.

username WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

username OH MY GOD

username violently sobbing

username this the same dude that called her "dude" on live tv?????????

-> username brother was fighting for his life then 😭😭😭

arthur_leclerc we KNOW

-> olliebearman and you will continue to do so

username i just KNOW arthur is sick of their shit

username SHE'S SO PRETTY

username might just fight ollie for her idk

username i died why is she so ❤️❤️❤️

username NEED SOMEONE TO POST ME LIKE THIS THANK U.

carla.brocker pretty girl 🤍

*liked by olliebearman*

username nah bc ollie better gf her up idc she's so 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username bitches be like "we're not in love" and then go and post this ollie is bitches

username "best friends" LMFAOOOOOOO

username THE MATCHING TPWK SWEATSHIRTS

-> username OMG OMG OMG

yourusername ok and??? u signed up for this 🙄❤️

-> olliebearman wouldn't have it any other way ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername thank u for being my personal photographer 💌

-> olliebearman anytime darling ❤️

-> username "darling" AHDHDHDHDHAJDNSSJ

*liked by yourusername*

username the mini cactuses ☹️☹️☹️ i love them ☹️☹️☹️

username they're so "you are in love" by taylor swift coded

username IM SO AHHHHHHHHHH

username y/n *breathes* ollie 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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liked by olliebearman, landonorris, carla.brocker and 468,913 others

yourusername you are my favourite everything

tagged olliebearman

username im ok *screams*

username OH MY GOD

username im cryinf whatcthebfuck i lobe them u so kuch yhisnis evtughirnh

username the way the world is spinning again

username THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS TO ME EVERYONE SHUT UP

carlo.brocker my favs 💐🤍

-> yourusername we love u so much angel 💌🩷

username when i say i want a relationship i mean i want what ollie and y/n have

username they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i've prayed for times like these

username AHHHHHHHSDHHDHDHSHSHS

mickschumacher finally! took you both long enough

-> arthur_leclerc i'm saying like

-> yourusername fuck both of u

-> olliebearman you tell em baby

username im screaming what.

username they're MY otp

arthur_leclerc good now stop being gross in front of me

-> yourusername just remember ur gf likes me more.

-> arthur_leclerc NOW THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THAT

username THE TEXT THE TEXT THE TEXT IM DEAD

-> username if someone said that to me i'll cry omg

charles_leclerc this made my day! been waiting for this since forever! 🤍

-> yourusername WOAH WHAT

-> charles_leclerc yeah the entire grid has been waiting for you and ollie to get together

-> yourusername ahahahaha!!! oh!!!!!! this is life altering information goodbye.

-> olliebearman why is my girlfriend running around the house screaming?

username NOT THE F1 GRID BEING INVESTED IN THESE IDIOTS

username the way this isn't friends to lovers but idiots to lovers instead

*liked by mickschumacher and arthur_leclerc*

olliebearman been telling everyone that since i was 16 ❤️

-> yourusername u own my heart actually

olliebearman my favourite!!!!!!

-> yourusername MY favourite

olliebearman gf

-> yourusername bf

username GOODNIGHT.

username see y'all on the highway tonight

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liked by yourusername, arthur_leclerc, pierregasly and 814,629 others

olliebearman something about how one single thread of gold tied me to you

tagged yourusername

username idiots *affectionate*

username THE SCREAM I JUST LET OUT

username INVISIBLE STRING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username THE CAPTION WHY AM I CRYING

username screaming internally crying throwing up sliding down the wall bashing my head pulling my hair yelling kicking

username the way my happiness lies with them

username alr. ok. ( AHAHSHSHDBDHAJAJJS)

mickschumacher photo credits for 3rd and 6th would be very much appreciated

-> olliebearman you threw up .5 seconds later

-> mickschumacher IT WAS THE TACOS OKAY

-> olliebearman sure

username THEY'RE SO CUTE WHATCTHEFUCK

username would die for them actually

-> username would kill for them

username ollie im gonna fight u

username SHE'S EVERYTHING HE'S JUST KEN

*liked by olliebearman*

username FUCKING FINALLY

username the sigh of relief that just left me goddamn

username honestly never thought i'd see this day

-> username NO BC THE WAY OLLIE WAS LIKE "bro dude brother mate" LIKE NO THAT'S NOT HOW U DO IT

-> username the way i just KNOW that y/n pulled him not the other way around

username this is my canon event i SWEAR

carla.brocker she's giggling

-> yourusername NO I'M NOT

-> olliebearman it's okay love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username the way ollie is "❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️" EVERY TIME he sees her

-> username and i don't blame him one bit

username they're so adorable i could cry

pierregasly 3 drivers owe me money, thank you for making it happen 🫡

-> olliebearman happy to help?????

username NOT THE F1 GRID BETTING ON THEM WHAT THE FUCK

username THE TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS

username oh he's in LOVE love

arthur_leclerc the slowest slow burn to ever burn

-> olliebearman we weren't that bad

-> arthur_leclerc "i'm so in love with her i could cry" you were saying?

-> username arthur really pulled out the receipts

-> username bro heard the biggest lie of his life and said lemme correct u real quick

-> username the absolute silence on ollie's end is sending me 💀💀💀

yourusername ur so golden i love u

-> olliebearman i love you more <3

yourusername OKAYYYY the taylor swift lyrics i love

-> olliebearman i have a swiftie gf so !!

yourusername that's my man ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-> olliebearman 😍😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

username ahahahahahahahaha!!!!! okay!!!!!!!! TOTALLY not crying about this!!!!

username me when.

[turn3tifosi]

V. super trouper

ollie bearman x singer!reader

even when you feel the lights are all too much, you know you have ollie to come back to

series masterlist | main masterlist

These lights are blinding, like always, but tonight, you don’t hate it as much. Because tonight, somewhere in the crowd, he’s there.

“I can’t do this. What if I'm not good enough Ollie?” You had called him last night from your hotel in Glasgow, your voice breaking over the phone.

“I’ll be there for tomorrow’s show. I wanted to surprise you, but just know that I’ll be watching and supporting you tomorrow, I’ll always do. And you are human, you're allowed to make mistakes"

His words had been a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of your weariness. Now, as you stand backstage, listening to the hum of thousands of fans, you take a deep breath. The roar of the crowd is a mixture of excitement and anticipation, a living, breathing entity that feeds off your energy and gives it back tenfold. You’ve been selling out arenas, performing for thousands of your supporters, yet how is it possible to still feel so lonely?

You step into the spotlight, and the familiar rush washes over you. The opening chords of your hit song echo through the venue, and the crowd erupts. You force a smile, feeling the weight of the stage lights on you, the pressure of expectations pressing down. Your voice carries out, soaring above the sea of faces, each one looking up at you with admiration and adoration. But despite the accolades, the cheers, and the fame, there’s a hollow ache inside you, a feeling of isolation that success can’t fill.

You move through the performance on autopilot, hitting every note, every step, like you’ve done a thousand times before. There are moments when you think you’re going crazy, the relentless pace of tours and appearances blurring the line between reality and the persona you present to the world. But tonight is different. Tonight, somewhere out there in the crowd, he’s watching.

As you sing the chorus, you scan the sea of faces, your heart pounding. There’s a spark of hope, a flicker of joy, knowing that Ollie is out there, cheering you on. You imagine his face, his warm smile, the way his eyes light up when he sees you. It’s enough to keep you going, to push through the exhaustion and the loneliness.

The final song comes to an end, and the arena erupts in applause. You take your bow, the noise deafening, but all you can think about is getting backstage, where he’ll be waiting. You practically run off the stage, your heart racing with anticipation.

And there he is, standing just behind the curtain, his eyes locking onto yours the moment you appear. He looks exactly as you remember, yet somehow better, more real. You don’t hesitate. You rush into his arms, burying your face in his chest as he wraps you in a tight, comforting hug.

“Ollie,” you whisper, your voice choked with emotion.

“I’m here,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The world fades away, leaving just the two of you in this moment. The chaos, the noise, the pressure—it all dissolves. In his arms, you find a peace you’ve been desperately seeking, a reminder of why you do this, why you endure the madness.

“I missed you so much,” you say, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I missed you too. But you were incredible out there. You always are.”

You smile, a real, genuine smile, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Always,” he replies, his gaze full of unwavering support and love.

In this moment, with Ollie by your side, you know that you can face anything. The loneliness, the exhaustion, the pressure—they all seem a little more bearable when you have him to come back to. And as you hold him close, you realize that no matter how crazy this life gets, it’s going to be alright. Because in the end, he’s there, and that makes all the difference.

[sugakookie78]

Instagram Posts (Instagram AU)

Posts that either you or the driver posts about your relationship.

Pairing: Group 6:

Post 1: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Post 2: Arthur Leclerc x Reader

Post 3: Kevin Magnussen x Reader

Post 4: Jack Doohan x Reader

Pictures are from Pinterest, Instagram, or Tumblr

@/pierregasly Stay at home date night <3

Tagged @/Y/N.Y/L

Liked by @/Y/N.Y/L, @/yukitsunoda0511, and 159,284 others

Y/N.Y/L It was great! I love you <3

user1 They are so cute

yukitsunoda0511 Did you use my recipe tips?

pierregasly Yes, I did. Thank you!

Y/N.Y/L Thank you, Yuki

user2 They are made for each other

@/Y/N.Y/L You're down 2-0, Arthur. I guess I'm just better at chess than you, love <3

Tagged @/arthur_leclerc

Liked by @/arthur_leclerc, @/charles_leclerc, and 21,396 others

arthur_leclerc Yeah, but I'm better at driving than you are... So we're even

Y/N.Y/L Sure we are... You keep telling yourself that

charles_leclerc Arthur has never been good at chess (I'm winning 20-9, for all the games I remember)

arthur_leclerc You don't have to call me out (and it's actually 20-11)

charles_leclerc Hey, my winning record just needed to be put out there (whatever, I'm still winning)

user1 Sibling rivalry in full swing

@/Y/N.Magnussen Happy birthday, Laura! You're the light to our lives and I'm glad to call myself your mother. Both your dad and I love you so much!

Tagged @/kevinmagnussen

Liked by @/kevinmagnussen, @/lewishamilton, and 18,273 others

kevinmagnussen I love you, Laura (and @/Y/N.Magnussen) <3

user1 Happy b-day, baby Magnussen!

lewishamilton Happy birthday, Laura. @/kevinmagnussen I'll be bringing her gift to the next GP

kevinmagnussen Thanks, Lewis. That's so nice of you

user2 Laura is so cute. You guys are great parents

@/jackdoohan Everybody's gone surfin' 🏄

Tagged @/Y/N.Y/L

Liked by @/Y/N.Y/L, @/mickschumacher, and 91,385 others

Y/N.Y/L Surfin' USA

user1 That view 💖

Y/N.Y/L At least I didn't fall off <3

jackdoohan Don't call me out <3

mickschumacher 🤙

jackdoohan 🌊🤙

[sportsgirliewithtoomuchtosay]

ynthebigbadwolff

liked by olliebearman, lissiemackintosh, susie_wolff and 369,000 others

tagged: annacathart, joelocke, willgao, yourfriend1, yourfriend2

Album: most recents

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 ✔️

Liked by Prema_racing, arthur_leclerc and 335,000 others

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 ✔️

Liked by mercedesamfg1, olliebearman, susie_wolff and 325,000 others

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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 ✔️

liked by olliebearman, lissiemackintosh, mercedesamfg1 and 375,000 others

tagged: olliebearman

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

[vettelinyourarea]

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.”