#haas team

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

I'm catching up on FP1 and it's just shown Ollies crash. And it replayed like 5 times and I was disappearing into my sofa because this guy is 3 years older than me but I'm worrying about him like I'm a mother ykwim.

Bc that boy is 19 and his first priority was saying sorry.

This is going to be a tough season.

[everythingne]

estie and ollie really give step dad winning over his girlfriends son and im so here for it

[emo-f1]

RIP K-Mag 🙏😭

[mcgnussen]

laura helping her dad with his gloves for one final time in f1 🥹

[alexturntable]

They look like his bodyguards 😭

[aaron04jpg]

I know some people don’t care about Esteban but him having a special made helmet thanking the team and not being able to use it is like Ferrari dropping Charles before Abu Dhabi, Mercedes dropping Lewis before his last race with them. Esteban made Alpine the team it is today. He is their ONLY winner, he has scored 247 of their points. 5 years with a team for them to give him nothing but an instagram post is pathetic.

[idontgotopartiesanymore]

in honor of their last race week together, have these underrated duos

(more nonsense here)

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

Nico Hulkenburg out qualified Max Verstappen 4 time wdc

That's my goat

[wintergreenoreo]

I made one for each team cause these were fun to make :)

[multicohn]

summary: ollie didn’t think much about the bear plush he had given his girlfriend. it was just something for her to sleep with while he was racing and she couldn’t come, so why is she still sleeping with it even when he’s home?

warnings: not proofread, literally just started writing so there might be some misspelled or missing words

pairing: fem! reader x ollie bearman

genre: fluff, established relationship

author note: this is inspired by a dream i had

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coming back home from a triple header felt like a weight has been lifted off ollie’s shoulders. his girlfriend, y/n, couldn’t come to any of the races since she ( had to prepare for exams / couldn’t get time off work ). ollie didn’t mind since she would be able to travel with him to the next race.

it was late when he landed and even later when he finally arrived home from the airport. ollie waved goodbye to his trainer as the door opened and his girlfriend smiled tiredly at him.

“welcome home” she pressed her lips against his and he could lightly taste the flavour of her toothpaste

ollie smiled softly at y/n before pressing his lips against her temple and walking inside. their home was dark and the only light source came from the hallway, but ollie easily moved into their bedroom where it was evident that y/n had been asleep moments ago.

while ollie went to change in the bathroom, y/n readjusted and got herself comfortable again before grabbing ahold of the teddy bear that had fallen off when she got up to open the door for ollie.

y/n didn’t realise the chaos that would unfold the moment ollie realised she was still clinging to the plush toy instead of him.

the driver yawned as he closed the bathroom door before crawling into bed where his girlfriend laid. ollie didn’t sense anything off. y/n normally laid with her back to him, but would shift throughout her sleep and would eventually end up facing him.

ollie’s eyebrows furrowed as he felt y/n move, but she didn’t cling into him like she normally did. ollie begrudgingly opened his eyes and looked down at his girlfriend, the hallway light shone into their room and he could make out the familiar plush he had gotten his girlfriend.

he frowned, deeply.

why is she still hugging that thing and not him?

ollie glared at the stuffed toy and was able to pull it away from y/n who groaned. she rubbed her eyes before opening them, only to see ollie frowning at her.

“what?”

he stared at his girlfriend before giving the teddy bear one last and throwing it into the hallway.

“ollie!” y/n was now wide away and went to sit up, but was tugged back down by ollie

“why are you still hugging that thing?!”

“you got me that thing!”

“only for when i’m away!”

y/n struggled to get out of his grip and out of protest, ollie shifted half his weight onto her making the girl groan.

“you’re supposed to cuddly me. not that” he huffed and buried his face into her neck

“you could’ve just said so”

“just go to sleep”

“ollie —“

“shhh”

“ol —“

“shhh”

y/n rolled her eyes with a sigh before wrapping her arms around ollie who hummed happily.

[pucksandpower]

I wholeheartedly believe this is going to be the weekend that Kevin Magnussen finally takes out 18 drivers so Nico Hülkenberg gets the win.

[mcgnussen]

laura bossing k-mag around already! she stops him to make him sign a fan's notebook and then blows the fan a little kiss before scooting away 😭❤️

[pastryfication]

hi!!! can we get an ollie x reader, frustrated after he misses out on q3 in baku, and fully melts into his gfs arms when he’s out of the car. until someone from the team has to steer him away to the media pen

i guess that's the best i can do

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

note: i absolutely adore writing hurt/comfort so thank u for this request <33 i know it’s been over a month since u requested, and i’m so sorry for that, but i hope u still like it

the streets of baku were unforgiving that day, the tight corners and narrow straights biting harder than ollie had expected as he got into the car. he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but missing out on q3—by just a fraction—hurt more than he wanted to admit.

he climbs out of the car quickly, his helmet still on, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. the moment he’s out of the cockpit, the frustration floods him. all those laps, the careful management, and it still wasn’t enough. he slams the steering wheel back in place a little harder than necessary, trying to keep the emotions from boiling over in front of the cameras. the pit crew is busy around him, preparing for the post-qualifying debrief, but all he can think about is how close he came.

he catches sight of you standing just outside of the garage, your face soft with understanding. it’s as if you know exactly how he’s feeling before he even reaches you. you offer a small smile, but ollie’s expression doesn’t budge. he pulls off his helmet and then his baclava, running a hand through his sweaty hair, before walking over to you, his shoulders heavy with disappointment.

as soon as he’s close enough, he drops his helmet onto the ground beside you and crashes into your arms without a word. his hands grip tightly onto your waist, his forehead resting heavily against your shoulder, as if all the tension and frustration can somehow seep out through the contact. for a long moment, he just stands there, holding on, and you can feel the shuddering breath he lets out.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, your hand gently stroking the back of his neck, offering silent comfort. his body, taut with frustration and anger just moments ago, begins to sag against yours, melting into your embrace. he’s letting it all go, just for a moment, here with you, where it’s safe to be vulnerable—where he can show his true emotions.

“you were absolutely brilliant out there,” you whisper softly into his ear, trying to sooth the storm brewing inside him. “so close, ollie. you fought so hard.”

he doesn’t say anything at first, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, his arms clinging to you as if he's afraid you'll disappear. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, deep breaths as he tries to calm down, to find the words he wants to say. his grip on you tightens even further for a second, as if he needs to hold on to something stable, something real, before he can speak.

“i should’ve made it,” he mumbles, his voice thick with frustration. “i had the pace. i know i did.”

you keep stroking his hair, your other hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. “you’ll get them next time. this isn’t the end.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “i just—” his voice cracks, and he shakes his head, trying to get the words out. “i wanted it so bad. i was right there.”

“i know,” you say softly, cupping his face in your hands. “i know, love. but this doesn’t change how incredible you are.”

for a moment, he just looks at you, the frustration still simmering beneath the surface but dulled by the warmth of your presence. you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and he sighs again, his shoulders finally slumping in defeat—though not the kind of defeat that lingers, but the kind that comes with acceptance, with knowing he did all he could.

but before he can fully disappear into the comfort of your embrace, someone from the team approaches, clearing their throat. you both turn to see one of the pr managers, looking slightly awkward but aware of the time crunch. “ollie,” they say softly, not wanting to intrude too much. “we’ve got to get you to the media pen. they’re waiting.”

ollie groans quietly against your shoulder, his grip on you loosening as reality pulls him back. “right,” he mutters, clearly not thrilled about it.

he pulls back reluctantly, his hands still lingering on your waist for a second longer before he lets go completely. “i’ll be back soon,” he says, the words more for himself than for you, like a promise he’s making to get through this next part.

you offer him an encouraging smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “you’ve got this.”

he nods, though you can see he’s still carrying some of that disappointment with him. just before he walks away, he pauses, turning back to you. “thank you,” he whispers, his voice quiet but sincere. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“you don’t have to,” you reply, smiling softly as you reach up to caress his cheek adoringly. “i’ll always be here.”

with that, he smiles softly and leans down to give you a hurried kiss before finally allowing the team to steer him away, glancing back at you one last time before disappearing into the paddock. you watch him go, knowing that once he’s done with the media, you’ll be there waiting, ready to pull him back into your arms when he needs it most.

[aaron04jpg]

sign of the times x f1 2024✨🏎️

[magnusstan]

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Saw this on Fb

[idontgotopartiesanymore]

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