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ollie bearman x reader, tripping over thin air

~ from hand scribbles series (tell me an oddly specific situation/state of mind and I'll rec/write a fic about it)

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!"

situation : "trying to be nonchalant and mysterious in front of ur crush and tripping on air and falling face down"

Her.

Three letters—the signature of both a blessing and a curse for Ollie Bearman.

Maybe it wasn’t that dramatic from his point of view. After all, the Brit was one of the sweetest and most easygoing guys on the grid, and his relationship with that girl felt like the most natural thing in the world. But without even realizing it, when a distant switch flicked in his head—one he never even thought existed—she became his biggest problem.

They had been through everything together. Ever since they met, it was clear they completed each other perfectly, in their shared similarities and their many differences, bringing a lighthearted atmosphere wherever they went. Whether it was grabbing a questionable kebab from the little spot near the school where he had studied after training with Thomas, or heading off for a weekend getaway together—sometimes with Kimi, or the friends they had in common.

And the best part? There was never any need to impress each other. No last-minute outfit upgrades, no spraying on the most expensive cologne, no planning vacations in luxury resorts or dining in Michelin-starred restaurants. Because all they needed was their bond—that invisible thread that tied them together, woven through sweet smiles and effortless laughter.

But that switch had flipped in Ollie’s head, and from the moment it did, he couldn’t ignore the voice reminding him that he had fallen for her. That he wanted only her by his side.

And that was a massive problem.

Because when you’ve known the simplicity of friendship—the unspoken words, the inside jokes that make you laugh in a crowd of a million—you also know that most people who fall for their best friend, especially one they spend so much time with, feel like it’s the end of the world.

In a way, it was the end of the world for the Brit. He stopped texting her as freely as before, second-guessing every word at least a thousand times. His laughter turned nervous when she was around. He found himself trying to impress her at every chance—only to earn the sharp, teasing remarks that were so characteristic of her.

He felt the pressure.

Whether it was about friendship, life goals, or simply the championship he was competing in.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he needed to prove himself—not just to the world, but to her. And if that meant playing it extra cool, then so be it.

"You’ve been awfully quiet," she said, hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, a scarf wrapped around her neck, and a small bag of M&Ms tucked in one of them as they walked along the row of team tents.

"Me?" Ollie furrowed his brows, rolling the family pass Hitech GP had given him between his long fingers as they waited for his little brother’s British F4 race at Brands Hatch.

"You have. Which is weird, because you never shut up," she teased.

"Maybe I’m just focused."

She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his deep brown eyes. He was much taller than her.

The wind had tousled her hair, which still looked impossibly soft despite being tied back in a small bun. She tucked her chin deeper into her scarf, shielding herself from the crisp autumn air that made spectators in England’s racing season prone to sore throats.

"Or maybe you’re just stressing."

"About what would I be?" he asked, wetting his lips, his thick accent making her nose scrunch up in that way she always did when he spoke.

"I don’t know, maybe the championship," she said with a shrug. "Hadjar, for example."

"Isack? What has he got to do with me?"

"I’m just assuming, it’s cool," she relented, shrugging again as the wind picked up. Mechanics rushed to secure the team tents as the cars rolled in from qualifying, and the first drivers jumped out for a quick debrief before the afternoon race.

"So what’s your pre-race ritual these days? Aside from stressing," she asked with a playful grin, her eyes flickering toward the rising stars of the sport—the same eyes that had led him straight into the most dangerous trap of all.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. A little stretching, mental prep… getting in the zone."

She frowned slightly.

Was he really just making small talk? Missing her playful cue entirely? And what was that tone?

"Mental prep." "Getting in the zone."

"Mmm. And the ‘zone’ is working for you?" she teased, confused by his behavior.

"Clearly," the driver answered with a fake, cocky grin just as, in the distance, Thomas and Leo Robinson approached, helmets in hand, coming to say hi.

And then it happened.

The great curse that bore the name of that girl—with her sweet smile, her youthful eyes, and the carefree spirit of someone who lived life as if nothing was too big to weigh her down.

Ollie’s foot caught on absolutely nothing.

No cracks. No cables. No loose pavement. Nothing. Just pure, unfiltered betrayal.

And so, his six-foot-something frame lurched forward, as if shoved by an invisible outfielder standing on the sidelines, watching his demise with a chest full of satisfaction.

Anyone else, sensing an imminent fall, would have thrown out their hands, relying on reflexes developed after too many childhood tumbles.

But not him.

He thought he had it.

He didn’t.

"Oh my…"

It was happening both too fast and unbearably slow, and she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into laughter. The thud of his body hitting the asphalt was so loud that a few mechanics turned around to check if whoever had fallen was still in one piece.

"…Is ‘tripping over air’ part of the ritual?" she asked as Thomas walked up, giving her a playful nudge on the shoulder.

"Yes. It’s for balance," the younger Bearman quipped, watching his brother—who had fully surrendered to fate—lie face-down on the ground, one cheek pressed against the cold pavement. A lifeless sprawl, as if he were the tragic victim of an unsolvable crime.

He knew.

He had just eaten pavement in front of the entire paddock. And, worst of all, in front of her.

"Mmm. Seems very effective," she grinned, offering him a hand.

Ollie refused.

As if the last shred of dignity he had left begged him to get up on his own, brushing the dust from his knees with great determination.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, a smug grin plastered on her young face, and he knew—he knew—that she would never let him live this down.

"Maybe that’s why you lost traction in the last race. Should’ve tripped in the garage before quali—" Thomas smirked, setting his helmet down on a cart in their team’s tent while Leo sipped from his water bottle.

"You are literally the worst person I know."

As the boys kept talking, she walked a few steps behind them, hiding her laughter in the warmth of her scarf while a painfully embarrassed Ollie scrambled to come up with an excuse for what had just happened.

As if she didn’t already know.

As if she couldn’t see that it was just a dumb, desperate attempt to prove he was on the level of those fighting for a championship, the ones who passed their driving tests on the first try, the ones who could always be there for the people they loved.

He had nothing less than them.

And she knew it.

Just like he did.

Just like they both knew that, sooner or later, for one reason or another, that switch would become something more than a curse.

And it would finally become what they both truly wanted—something that didn’t need to impress or prove itself.

"Fuck."

Thomas and Ollie turned, just in time to see her stumble, struggling to keep her balance with wide eyes—realizing, too late, that the invisible outfielder wasn’t done messing with them.

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!" Ollie taunted.

She flipped him off in response.

this is such a me thing... (requested!)

[dedeinthewild]

i have an opinion all of the prema drivers are pretty but everyone sleeps on sacha fouquet the engineer

-🥐

I fear you've found the right person 'cause he's been my biggest hear me out since he appeared for the first time in a LAP video...

he's so funny and unhinged that I just ughhhh

and if I may say so we're also sleeping on pedro but that's just my humble opinion

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Hey hope you are doing well, I wanted to know if you add any arvid lindblad stories coming soon? I had some requests but I didn't want to send if ur already busy

I know I've been really slow on requests but lately I feel more like writing down what I imagine so that it's better...

Never stop sending requests! They keep my creativity going, so you should totally give me your idea and don't worry about it x

I'm currently working on what wanted to be a paul aron x reader, but has changed into a paul/ralf x reader and I don't know who to choose.

and then I wanted to ask you please if you'd like me to post a smut (that's my first attempt at writing something other than fluff) that's not graphic or triggering at all

blow my asks up!

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I make an official request for help deciding for you and anyone else who wants a say in this one

For a little context the reader is Angelina's niece and has been her media assistant since 2017

Sacha is an absolute flirty menace who won't stop showing off and teasing the reader and has been since he joined the team

Sacha tries hide his feelings because he has the whole team and 7 years worth of drivers to answer to if he fucks up

that might be just my humble opinion, and keep in mind that you should write what inspires you and makes you happy, but I feel like two is a great prompt (like, he's flirty and everything like he's with everyone but just to cover up if he messes up)

I'm loving this exchange!

(be careful, I might start asking you for advice too)

(and also, it's concerning how chronically online I am on here)

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aaah someone who writes for jack gibson i’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

I write for anyone from station nineteen, so if you want to place a request feel free!

and also, where are my station nineteen fans? all the fics are flopping so bad :/

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Motorsports AND station 19??? I’ve found my people

I'm so happy you did!

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Congratulations on 100 followers, you deserve it mate 💙

thank you lots, you're the sweetest x

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I had a a gb3 guy add me on instagram and Snapchat like 3 years ago. I had never watched gb3, interacted with any of their drivers, my instagram was private and I am American. I had no clue who he was other than a driver or how he found my account. We snapped like once and then he got a girlfriend. To this day he still follows me and I don’t know why. *I deleted Snapchat so don’t know if he still has me added their*

damn, this is tea... I read a lot of funny comments about this casual interactions mostly on tiktok, a driver followed me on my private ig account just to unfollow me a couple hours after so... I guess we'll never know what happened

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I’ve never met a racing driver sadly but I do want to know yours

I have a few, actually, and I don't know if it's a good thing or not.

Let's say the awkward one happened back in october with ugo (for those of you who don't know him even with my yapping sessions about him, he was a formula regional eu driver that's now part of prema's f3 lineup). After the quali for the freca race on sunday all of the drivers were in Alpine's hospitality to have a chat with fans and hand out signed cards. The prema boys were first, and I had never interacted with a famous (or relatively known person) before, so I was kinda nervous. Ugo asks me to stop for a second, as if I wasn't already almost fainting just for being nervous, and snaps a photo of me that I believe to be quite brutal as I was on two hours of sleep and a lot of study for my first responder exam. But that I didn't quite catch until later on, 'cause I was without my glasses, and that's where the awkwardness lays. To see better what he was doing, I tried to adjust my glasses on my nose like I always do, with my pointer finger. But remember? I didn't have those glasses on, so the finger buries itself between my brows.

embarassing.

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I say write whatever you like, smut, fluff, crack fics, I will read it all 💙

listen blue (can I call you blue?), I'm loving you lately ahahah x

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Your encouragement has led to this short fic about someone approximately 15 people care about probably becoming 2/3 parts and also me losing my mind just a little bit and I love you for it 💙

you have no idea of how happy this makes me! x

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I didn’t think you were being rude at all, just over explaining like I do 😁

The characterization is a constant struggle, it’s why I have 150+ drafts that are all driving me crazy l

I’ve kind of narrowed it down to Sacha either being very brazen and teasing/flirty or trying his best to be professional so Angelina and the drivers don’t kill him

don't worry about the overexplaining, I'm an overthinker (the worst tipe I think) so...

If I may give you a little advice from someone that has a long way to come still, I'd say that everyone who writes should stop worrying about details and write their ideas down, and then maybe after a while try to get them to be better and more elegant iykwim

I can totally see sacha and pedro being like big brothers and coaches to the drivers about relationship... like, them and bearnelli, they totally had yapping/analyzing sessions about girlfriends and situationships 🏎️

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My.oddly specific situation

I REALLY really really need to study and be productive yet I just haven't been able to like I'm either not in the mood or whenever I'm abt to I have to do smth else instead. Not to mention it's dark and rainy and depressing and I hate it. I want the sun

I'd rec the "this part, makes me think of you" fic I wrote a few months ago, in which reader's reluctant to lock in and start studying, and Pepe helps her (in a kind of coercive way) to get going, so that then reader won't feel guilty after. And speaking about the rainy/depressive weather, it's nothing a tall, tan and lovely spanish guy can't fix x

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In order to celebrate arvids championship can we please please please get a story

I know I've been so slow and believe me I feel so bad for that (and for thinking about sabrina carpenter while reading this anon), btw I've watched every frmec, f4mec and formula regional oceania race 'cause of the cars in circles drought and I must say that arvid was so flawless and exciting. That's racing, and nothing thrills me more than feeder series

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Do u write for lando norris?

send me your idea and let's see what I can do about it! x

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From the last 5 years I would go with Callum, Robert and Fred as the guys I think deserved an F1 chance the most, maybe Dennis as well

I totally agree, Rob was disadvantaged by his origins and that is messed up if you ask me. Callum is in a good position in Indy, however, and I think he's happier with the way Indy works than with the one formulas use. Speaking about Dennis, we'll see how he'll do in his new opportunity, but yeah, he could have done great things...