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maison aurore | CHARLES LECLERC + BRAND AMBASSADOR! READER (SMAU)
syn: when the brand y/n l/n works for partners with ferrari, it means she's in closer proximity to their golden boy, charles leclerc, then she expects. fortunately for her, it's not like he has the time to even learn her name. right?
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y/nl/n first collab, of course it's in red
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scuderiaferrari That jacket looks amazing
y/nl/n why thank you
charles_leclerc Red suits you
y/nl/n guess i'll have to start wearing it more
ilovecl16 am i going fucking crazy or did charles comment
mvismvp WHO IS THIS???
user9812398640 why's everyone so obsessed with a drivers' love life? what happened to racing
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maisonaurore Magnifique! 🤍
charles_leclerc Merci ❤️🔥
y/nl/n brand suits you
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ilovecl16 EVEN LANDO'S SHIPPING OMG THIS IS INSANE
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formula1news we did 🙋
ilovecarlossainz when this race week ends does that mean we won't get anymore of them 💔
maisonaurore Our collab lasts until summer break 😉
ilovecarlossainz WHAT.
SUMMARY ⛐ You get a new feature installed in your car! Unfortunately for you, the voice you thought was AI turns out to be a real, very attractive man.
WORD COUNT ⛐ 5.3K
CONTAINS ⛐ Suggestive themes, hotheaded reader, mentions of a crush on childhood friend!charles, mechanic!kimi cameo, street racer!f1 drivers and reader, engineer!oscar, and a brief joke about stalking (no actual stalking involved)
FEATURING ⛐ Engineer!Oscar Piastri x Street Racer!Reader
A/N ⛐ This was requested by 🎧 anon. Please do not let this one flop because I think it’s very cute ☹️
It started with some offhand comment to Kimi. He was fixing your car up, as he does, while you were practically announcing to the whole garage how it was difficult to memorize the tracks before a race, and how you’d prefer if you could just have live updates while you’re on the go.
When you return the next day, there’s a large, fancy neon orange button on your dashboard. You complain that it doesn’t match the vibes of your green and blue Y2K vehicle, but Kimi just shrugs and tells you to give it a try. So you slide into the driver’s seat and slam your index finger into the button.
Your music, loud and vibrant much like your personality, switches off with some loud static, as if it’s changing frequencies on its own. “Hey-”
“Hello. This is Oscar, your live race assistant.” The voice is monotone and clear. Very Australian, too. You have to wonder if Kimi had intentionally made him accented in such a way, or if it was just the first voice he downloaded off the internet.
“Really? Glorified street-racing Siri?” You give Kimi a deadpan expression. He sighs, pocketing his wrench and crossing his arms with a light shrug. “Great. Cool.”
“I’m not Siri,” Oscar says as if stating the obvious, much like Siri would do.
“Yeah, yeah. Just shut the hell up and do your job.” You hit the button again, changing the frequency back to your favorite station.
“How can he do his job if you’ve turned him off?” Kimi asks, running a hand through his messy, curly hair.
“I don’t need this. Tell it to find a new car to hijack.”
Oscar, however, proves to be useful on track. You drive your car out of the garage, waiting patiently on the driveway for the rest of your competitors to pull up beside you. Out of sheer boredom, you hit the button, and Oscar comes to life.
“Evening, Y/N.”
“Alright, Osc. Talk dirty to me— How’s the car look?”
It’s oddly quiet as he processes your question.
“I will not do such a thing. The car looks to be in optimal condition. Based on your previous performances you can be expected to come in first or second.”
“You don’t know shit about my precious performances.”
“Actually, Kimi gave me access to your past racing results. I see that a few days ago you crashed on—”
“Okay! Fine. I get it… Moving on.” You huff, gripping the wheel tight. You’re anxious to get out there and get to racing, but you still have a few minutes before you all drive out onto the street. “What’s your fuckin’ purpose anyway? To annoy me all night.”
“To provide you with accurate, live data and guide you through the track. You’ll be exiting the driveway in two minutes now.”
“Thanks, genius. I could have figured that shit out on my own.”
“Just trying to help.”
You follow the basic step by step process, and soon enough you’re off racing alongside the other circle members. You speed ahead of everyone, making deliberate and intricate overtakes in order to position yourself in first. You’re heavily regarded as an impressive competitor, known for your instantaneous strategies that land you in the top five majority of the time.
On the off chance you fuck up, you fuck up big time. That’s the downside. It’s not a small scratch that Kimi can easily buff out in minutes, but large crashes that land your car in his auto shop for weeks at a time. He scolds you constantly, but you still make those same mistakes.
“Alright, Y/N,” Oscar begins. “You’re doing good, but I need you to not overrev for this next turn. Your engine is showing signs of early failure if not properly cared for.”
You bite your tongue. You want to spew out some shit about not being told what to do, but considering he’s been right about everything else, you decide to trust his programming and follow his instructions. He tells you how to properly downshift, making for a smooth turn that you keep noted for future references.
Later, you radio in once more. “Alright, babe, give me your worst. What’s the gap looking like?”
“Doriane’s right on your tail, so do your best to optimize your speed here.”
“You’re so obsessed with me that it’s almost sickening.”
“Just… Trying to do my job.” You find it somewhat unsettling how real he sounds. There’s so much conviction in his tone, and for a second you almost believe he finds your statement funny. It’s like you forget he’s not real.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll finish first, Romeo. Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.”
You hold true to your promise. Doriane crosses the line mere seconds after you do, all thanks to a good mixture of defensive driving and some guidance from your new built in companion, who you absentmindedly thank before turning your car off.
“No way I just thanked an AI program…” Despite feeling silly, you leave to celebrate your win with the others.
You’re sprawled out in your car, enjoying some off time by wallowing in your own boredom. You have your feet on the dash with your seat pushed back as far as it will go.
There’s a knock on your window, and you’re quick to roll it down just as Charles’ face pops in. He leans his arms on your door, peeking into your car, which is sporadically messy in a way that you’re fond of. “What’s up?”
He shrugs at your question. “Bored, that’s all.”
“Wanna race?” You try to hide the way your eyes light up. Charles was someone you had a lot of respect for as he introduced you to the group— You had known him for a while, and to say he always made you starry eyed was a bit of an understatement.
“Can’t.” But your heart is, once again, shattered. “I gotta help Max with his car.” You huff, crossing your arms.
“Lame.” He smiles, the cutest dimples highlighted. “Why even tell me you’re bored when you have plans?”
“I don’t know.” He stands up straight, but not before reaching in to ruffle your hair affectionately. “See you around.”
“Yeah. See ya.” You roll the window back up, and immediately sigh with disappointment. There was no affection there, at least not from his end. Even the hair ruffling felt unbearably platonic in that sibling-like way. Your emotions were a mixture of confusion that you just couldn’t seem to decipher, because on some days Charles just felt like another member of the circle, and on other days you wanted nothing more than for him to hold you in your arms.
That said a lot, because you weren’t always big on affection. The occasional side hug and high five was plenty to keep you satisfied, but with Charles? It was hard to describe.
You feel defeated when you hit the orange button, the loud pop music transitioning to initial silence. You wait a moment, and then decide to call out for him. “Hellooo? Oscar?”
“Good morning, Y/N,” he eventually responds, that annoying accent present once again. You recline your seat, resting your hands behind your head while looking up at the ceiling. “Did you need something? I see you’re still parked in the garage.”
“Play me some music. Like, some depressing shit.” You hum. “But not too depressing. Like, sexy depressing where I feel sad but I’m still jamming out.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Can you play me some music?”
“I’m not connected with any music platforms.”
“Alright, whatever.” You close your eyes.
“Are you not going to shut the radio off?”
It’s weird, the way you’re feeling. It’s like your heart is empty— You have no reason to be sad, but as you sit there alone in your car, talking to artificial intelligence to pass the time, you feel extra lonely. So you sigh, and you shake your head. Mostly to yourself. “No,” you trail off quietly, fingers tapping against the center console. “I enjoy the company.” You make a bored lip trill. “Say something.”
“What do you want me to say?”
You mull over the question for a minute. What do you ask an AI to tell you? Normally you might have said something in a teasing way, like call me beautiful just to see how far it would go before deciding your orders were outside of its parameters. Maybe ask it how you make a guy fall for you. But this time you don’t feel up for it. “Just…”
“Would you like to hear about your performance lately?”
“Yes.” Perfect.
You swore that if you listened close enough, you could hear the tapping of a keyboard. You brush it off as your mind tricking you and nothing more. “Your car looks to be in good shape. You’ve been stacking up to be the garage’s number three driver, placing just ahead of Lando and Doriane.”
“Only number three? Who’s ahead of me then?”
“Max and Charles are currently ahead of you in terms of overall performance.”
You groan. “Don’t talk to me about Charles.”
“Okay.” That was easy. “Max and he who shall not be named are currently ahead of you in terms of overall performance.”
“How can I improve? I want to be number one.” Everyone wants to be number one, but currently it’s your main goal in life. You were hotheaded and a total try hard, so the fact you were only third was really taking a blow to your ego.
It didn’t help that Charles was a step above you. Honestly, it really hurts your soul. “How about some practice laps? You have some free time, right? I can evaluate your data from there and tell you how to approach your racing. Just radio me in when you’re ready.”
“Sounds good.”
Oscar instructs you through a couple practice tracks in the city, fluctuating based on police activities from his radar and how populated each area is. Eventually he tells you to relocate to the garage while he assesses the data to give you your proper information. So you switch back to your music as you make your way back, pulling into the garage with extra care. To be frank, you were somewhat exhausted.
“Alright, babes, what’s up?” You hit the button before you ask your question, drumming your fingertips against your wheel.
“That was certainly some impressive maneuvering. As I mentioned halfway through, your main problem was over-revving in corners. I think I’ve said it before but if you continue to do that, your engine will eventually have some significant damage.” Again. You swear you hear typing. “But you fixed that after I mentioned it. Now I just need you to work on maintaining confidence and speed in those corners.”
“And then I’ll become number one?”
“Potentially, yes.”
“Thanks, Oscar. Talk to you tomorrow.”
After a rather tantalizing race, you return back to the garage with your second place victory. It still wasn’t number one, but you were glad for one primary reason: You had finished ahead of Charles. You park in your designated spot, rolling the window down when the man in question approaches your vehicle from the side. “How ‘bout that?” You wear a dorky grin, unable to contain yourself.
“That was good.”
That’s it? Just… Good?
“That was incredible,” you correct, biting your cheek and squinting your eyes. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Do you-” Deep breaths. Be confident. “Do you wanna get dinner?”
It was a normal question to ask a friend, especially after such a feat. It seemed more like a victory celebration, so surely he wouldn’t assume the worst. The worst happened to be him knowing you liked him. Just terrible. Because of course you couldn’t face your feelings head on. Who does that?!
“I can’t.” You try to hide your disappointment, but you’re sure the deep frown you wear gives you away. “I have a date.”
Even. Worse.
Quick. Think of a witty reply— Say what you usually would to anyone else. Why is nothing coming out? Just silence. Shock. “Oh, have fun then.”
You sounded like a sopping wet, pathetic cat.
He bids you farewell, and as soon as he’s out of the garage you grab the wheel tight, and then smack your head against it, the horn sounding through the garage. “Fuck!” You yell inside your car.
“Why are you honking?”
Oh.
Whoops.
“Oscar.” You clear your throat. “I thought I turned you off.”
“You did not.”
“So you heard that entire thing?”
It’s quiet for a moment. “Um-”
“That’s so embarrassing. How do I wipe your memory? Don’t tell anyone. Was it obvious I like him? Can’t you like… Run a diagnostics thing.”
But then… He laughs.
Like genuinely laughs. Like a human— It’s not a glitch, or a sound error, but a human man laughing.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
“What?!” His voice, which sounds a lot more real at your sudden realization, sounds very much concerned.
“Are you a REAL man?”
Silence.
“Yes?” He sounds obnoxiously confused. Your jaw is dropped, a hand running through your hair anxiously. “You didn’t know?”
“No?!” You laugh. It’s nervous, not charming. “I thought you were like… I don’t know, some AI shit that Kimi made. Why did you never tell me?”
“You know, I kind of just figured you knew!” He sounds just as frantic as you do.
“Oh my God. So all those nights I stayed up talking to, what I thought was a robot, I was talking to a real man! With a human body! And brain!”
“Yes.”
“Fuck my life.” You hit your head against the steering wheel again. This time you’re gentle, resting it against the horn like your life depends on it. “And now you know my secret. Great. Just great!”
“I won’t tell anyone about your tragic love life.” He says tragic sarcastically, which instantly sets you off. Because of course it does.
“It is tragic! I like him, and he doesn’t like me! What’s not tragic about that?!” You give an exasperated sigh and lean back in your seat. “I liked you more when I thought you weren’t real.”
“That’s rude.”
“Yeah, well… So is you making fun of me.”
His voice softens, and you can hear him sigh so gently. “I’m sorry.” You never expected a man to apologize to you. Let alone one so professional and monotone. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s missing out.”
“Thanks, Oscar.” The car is too quiet, so you quickly add, “If that’s even your real name.”
He laughs, and it’s so drastically human that you feel stupid for never noticing before. Just a soft chuckle that makes your tense shoulders relax, and your hands fall from the wheel that they had been gripping previously. “It is. I never lied to you, you know.”
“May as well have.”
“No, you just thought wrong for the entire time I was helping you.” He sighs again. “I hope you’re not weirded out.”
“No, actually. I’m a little relieved. I was starting to worry that I was actually bonding with a robot, so knowing you’re a real person makes me feel a bit better.”
“I’m glad.”
The one downside is that the silence is a lot more awkward this way. Having an AI be quiet was normal, because they were only expected to reply when you do, but now, knowing he was human, it felt a little unsettling. So you sit up, finger hovering over the button. “Well, goodnight, Oscar.”
“Goodnight. And good luck—”
You feel bad, but you’re overwhelmed by the events of tonight and shut his radio off and then murmur to yourself, “It’s only 6 p.m… Why’d I say goodnight?” You feel like honking your horn again. “I’m such an idiot!”
The next morning you’re running on pure energy drinks and two hours of sleep. You had spent the night driving around the city. Not racing, not speeding, but just driving. Radio off. You did that until you felt tired enough to go back home and go to bed.
This time you pull into the garage, hitting your button on instinct. You’ve nearly forgotten that it’s currently 6 a.m., and that your little robot friend is not a robot and is probably trying to sleep. Which is why you’re surprised when nobody greets you initially.
“Hello?”
His voice is groggy and low, a painful reminder that this man is running on human energy much like yourself. You bite your tongue, wanting to apologize but being too stubborn to do it.
“Sorry. Forgot.”
“Is something up?”
“Why are you up so early?” You answer his question with a question. Although it’s more like you ignore him to ask your own.
“I heard you ring in.”
You’re confused now. “Are you… Sleeping?”
“…” You can hear his disappointment. “Well obviously not.”
“I mean like—”
“I’m in bed, yes. Is this important?”
“No. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
He groans. “Alright.” And then a yawn. It’s strange. You’re used to the quiet, monotone Oscar. He didn't make all these noises- or maybe he did, and you just never noticed. “If you want to talk, try again in like… Two hours.”
“Alright.” You turn the radio off.
Just as he instructed, you wait two hours before hitting the button again, hoping and praying that this time he’s actually up and running because you’re desperate to catch up with him already. You have a lot of questions.
“Morning, Y/N.” He greets, sounding much more lively than before.
“There you are!”
“What can I do for you this morning?”
“I just have some questions.”
“Sure.” The typing is clearer today. A reminder that you feel silly for not noticing before. “Just let me load up some statistics—”
“Not about that,” you interrupt.
He hums, clearly confused. “Okay… What do you want to know, then?”
You tap your fingers against the center console. “What are you wearing?”
He snorts, and you feel your cheeks flush. “That’s a little perverted, don’t you think?”
“Not like that!” You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. “I just wanna know. What do you look like? Are you like a fifty year old grease covered mechanic, or..?”
“I’m twenty four.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“I’m noticing that you didn’t answer my initial question.”
His laugh is a little shy this time. He takes a moment, a noise leaving him that makes it seem like he’s debating what to say. “I’m wearing a t-shirt and shorts.”
“Well that’s boring.” You wait for a moment, and he says nothing. “Well, aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m wearing?”
“No.”
“Ah.”
“What are you wearing?” He asks after a moment of hesitation.
“A t-shirt and shorts.”
“Very funny.”
“Thank you.” You realize you’re grinning like an idiot, and you make a foolishly desperate attempt to stop, but you can’t. He’s a lot more fun to talk to now. That’s evident. “Do you know what I look like?”
“Is it creepy if I say yes?”
“Depends on how you know.” You lean back. “Like, if it’s because you follow me home or something then… Duh.”
“No. Definitely not.” He chuckles again. You feel like his laugh alone reveals enough about him. He’s a little shy, it would seem. “I have access to the security cameras in the garage as a secondary level of safety. I’ve seen you before, but only in black and white. Plus, you’re like… Made of five pixels.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Do I look pretty?”
“Um…” You’re worried you’ve made him uncomfortable, but then he gives a breathy laugh from his nose before answering, “From what I can see… Yes.” It’s a gentle whisper.
Oh he’s really shy.
“Thanks.” You actually feel a bit giddy at his compliment. Though, you’re sure he would have said yes whether he believed it or not. “What about you? Are you smoking hot— Is that why you hide your identity?”
“It’s not hidden.” He, again, avoids the question. But you wait, and he takes the hint. “I wouldn’t say so.”
Men were always liars about their looks. True or not, most would have said yes in response to your question. But Oscar said no. Which is somewhat reassuring, because at least he’s a humble assistant. “Your turn.”
“For what?”
“Ask me a question. Duh.”
He thinks for a moment. In fact, he thinks for a long moment. So long that you’re worried he got up and left— That he was sick of you. “What’s your… Biggest fear?” He settles on that.
You scoff. “That’s lame. You should’ve asked me something hot, like… What’s your wildest sexual fantasy? Or even What’s your type?”
“Those feel like very different levels of questions. Plus, I already know your type and who would be featured in your fantasy.”
…
“Sorry. Too far?”
“No, I just can’t believe you’d say something so low, Oscar…” You shake your head. “I’m smiling, don’t worry. I wish you could see.”
“Would you like me to check the cameras?”
“No, I look like shit.” You both laugh. It’s easygoing and refreshing. “For the record, my type isn’t just Charles. And I’m not gonna say a thing about my fantasy, because I don’t think you deserve to know. To be honest, I don’t even know why I like him— Or if I still do.”
“Then what’s your type? I won’t tell anyone.”
“I like… A guy with a cute smile, and… He has to be smart. And funny!” It’s basic, really. “Why, you interested?”
“You told me to ask-”
“Relax. I’m kidding.”
“I don’t fit that description anyway.” He adds on after a second. “Any more questions?”
“Can I see you? Face to face?”
He hesitates. “Are you asking me out?”
“Oscar.” You say it in a scolding tone. “Are you seriously teasing me?”
“No—”
“Why would I ask you out if you claim to not be my type?”
“I was teasing.” You can just tell he’s flustered.
“Fine,” you say with faux begrudge. “It can be a date, but you better make it worth my time.”
He’s picking up what you’re putting down with this playful vibe. “Alright, alright… Do you like Cipriani?”
“I’ve never been.” You’ve heard of it. Fancy, and way out of your budget.
“Then it’ll be a treat. Meet me there at six.”
“It’s a date.”
You go through multiple outfits, worried each time that you’re either under or overdressed for the occasion. It was a date, and it was at a fancy restaurant, but if you went all out then maybe he’d think you were trying too hard. You just wanted to get to know the guy face to face— To see who you’ve been talking to all this time.
You land on something simple. It’s a black off-the-shoulder, long sleeve dress that ends mid-thigh. It highlights your figure without being overly tight. Beneath that is a pair of tights and boots that end just below your knee. You feel awfully done up in comparison to your typical outfits, which really are just the most basic things you can find in your closet, but you don’t want to show up to a fancy restaurant looking like a slob.
You do your best to radiate confidence when you walk into the building, a bag slung over your shoulder as you tell the hostess the name of the reservation. She tells you that you’re the first to arrive as you sit down, menus laying on both sides of the small, circular table. You anxiously bounce your leg, looking over the menu, heart thundering at the high prices.
You’re so caught up in worrying about how you’re going to pay for a drink that you don’t notice someone sit down across from you. It’s only when he clears his throat that you look up, an apology on the tip of your tongue.
It’s lost the second you see him.
His face is soft and sweet, almost innocent. His fair skin is littered with moles, and his deep brown eyes sparkle like a doe’s in the gentle restaurant candlelight. His hair is terribly soft, reaching his nape. It swoops off to the side. He looks effortless in a charming way. He’s in a white button up with a suit jacket, the top button undone and lacking a tie— That would have been too fancy. You’re sure that’s what he was thinking.
“Wow.” That’s all you can get out. You think back to earlier that day when you had asked him if he was smoking hot, to which he answered no.
That liar.
“I’m sorry?” He smiles, laughing at your single syllable.
Goodness. His smile was adorable. ‘I don’t fit that description’ my ass! He had bunny teeth that were just a bit longer than the rest, but it was one of the cutest things you had ever seen. He was undeniably handsome.
“You’re too humble, Oscar.” You look back down at your menu. “I, for one, find you to be very handsome.” Why are you blushing? Why do you feel shy? Never before had you felt this way before— A warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You were supposed to be brash and disagreeable. That was your thing. You were hotheaded with the mouth of a sailor, but right now you felt like you could melt into a puddle right in front of him.
“Thanks.” He smiles for real this time. It’s close mouthed, like he’s trying to hide his teeth, but it’s still heartbreakingly cute. “You’re much prettier in person. Not that you weren’t pretty before, I just couldn’t see you that well and—”
“It’s okay, I know what you meant.”
He’s very much relieved.
“Can I be honest with you?” You set the menu down. “This place is way too expensive.”
He laughs, and it sounds so easy. “It’s okay, I’m paying.”
“What? Are you sure? I can afford it, I just don’t know if I really want to blow my money on—”
“I promise. Order whatever sounds good.”
Your heart flutters at that. Something about a man being a gentleman in such a natural way really gets you going. You swallow nervously and nod. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Keep it cool, man.
It’s hard to be nonchalant.
The dinner went exceptionally well. You feel like you were blushing like a schoolgirl the entire night, and by the end of it you were walking on a dream. He walks you back to your car, offering you his jacket without you even having to complain about being cold. It’s like he could just tell.
“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Oscar.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight.”
You watch him walk away before getting back into your car and heading home. As you pull into your driveway, you make the bold decision to hit the radio button once more. Like always, he answers in a flash.
“Couldn’t get enough of me?” Does he have to be a tease? Right now? When you’re losing your mind already.
“Guess not.”
“What’s up?”
“Just wanted to say, you know… Because I think it’s worth mentioning…” You’re nervous. So nervous that your heart is pounding out of your chest. You’re entering heart attack levels. “You’re totally my type, you liar.” You try to be jokingly defensive because your statement feels all too embarrassing. Before he can even get a second to respond, you shut the radio off and lean back in your seat.
Now, of course, you sit in your car and regret every decision you’ve made in life.
You feel humiliated. So you do the only logical thing after that.
You avoid him.
Yep.
You actually avoid the garage as a whole, because it feels like if you show up, they’re all gonna know. They’ll all know you moved on so quickly from a life long crush and are in love with your engineer, which seems absurd but the thought haunts you nonetheless. You felt bad. Terrible, actually, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
But today you decide to face your fears and head into the garage with a clear, open mind. You don’t dare hit the button, because the idea of talking to him right now feels absurd, but you pull into the garage and park in your normal spot. You wait, taking deep breaths to work yourself up before stepping out.
And of course,
he’s there.
Waiting.
His face was stern and stoic.
“Oscar,” you breathe out softly. He steps closer, until you feel like you can’t breathe. His cologne is sickly sweet, and you desperately want to just bury your face against him and inhale it, but you’re frozen.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asks quietly, looking down at you. His face transitions from scarily serious to soft and tender. Genuine concern is etched in his pretty boy features, and you sincerely feel guilt. “I thought our dinner was good. Great, even. And what you said—”
“I know.” You cut him off because you’re embarrassed by the reminder, and then you instantly feel bad because his expression knits together in sadness. “I’m sorry, I freaked out. It did go well, really well.”
“So then why’d you disappear?”
“I’m… Nervous.” He doesn’t say anything because he wants to give you the freedom to speak for yourself. You huff, your leg tapping anxiously again. “This is— I don’t know. This is all new to me. I like you, a lot actually. I think you’re funny and charming, and I got all of that from just one date.” You’re rambling and he’s not stopping you. “You’re humble and sweet, too. You said you weren’t hot, and holy shit you are. Even right now when you’re just in sweats and a hoodie I feel like I can’t breathe just looking at you. God, it’s actually a little annoying because it’s so unfair—”
“Y/N.” Now he stops you, and you’re thankful because it was starting to reach an embarrassing point. He wears a smile. Empathetic.
“I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He reaches for your hand, and you don’t pull away. You just stare at him like a total dunce, unable to move. “I like you too. I think you’re witty, and you’re hilarious even when you don’t know what to say.” You smile because you can’t stop yourself from doing so. “If it helps, we can take it slow.”
“Yes. That would help a lot.”
He chuckles under his breath. “And to think you thought I was AI…”
“Oh shut up.”
“You’re doing great, love.”
“Quit distracting me with your cute bullshit, Oscar!”
You’re racing against Max. It’s a silent challenge for the number one spot, which you had been working and training for day after day for weeks now. Oscar was confident in your abilities, and you were finally confident in yourself, so you asked him if you could race one and one and he happily agreed. He loved a good challenge, after all.
“Upcoming turn. Remember, easy on the engine, but be confident in your speed.”
“Got it.”
Confident you are.
Because you cross the line first.
Oscar’s the first to hear about it, your car an echo chamber of your own shouting. “Number one, baby!” You pull into the garage, stepping out to shake Max’s hand in a moment of good sportsmanship. He congratulates you on your win, not fully understanding just how much this means to you.
You don’t want to look foolish celebrating such a seemingly small victory, so you keep your excitement to yourself until Oscar gets there, eagerly pulling you into a hug. He knows this means a lot to you— He’s been there from the beginning of this endeavor.
“I’m so proud,” he murmurs before giving you quite the dramatic kiss on the lips. You grin uncontrollably, squeezing him tight.
“All thanks to you.” He shakes his head, and you laugh. “Okay. Maybe not all.”
“Definitely not.” Another cheesy peck. “That was all you.”
🅴 cota sprint&gp, lando being a menace to society, AWKWARD FLIRTING, bad jokes, oscar being oscar
feat. oscar piastri, lissiemackintosh
lyrics a championship contender and a formula 1 content creator go on a blind date: it sounds like a joke, but it's the story of how you and oscar piastri first met
norrist4r one month later (oops...) but it's finally here so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING @suliigwp ❤️🫶🎂
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oscarpiastri Not the result I was hoping for, but we'll get there tomorrow. See ya Austin
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bunnisplayground "OSCAR PIASTRI WDC" i scream as they drag me into a padded room
fastlikeferrari i mean he's still leading so...
cambrayficsrecs DON'T JINX IT
pillowhunter 🕯🕯🕯oscar will lock in and win the 2025 world championship🕯🕯🕯
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grand.pri_ncess rare aesthetic: attending your first race and watching chaos unfold
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bae at least you're there you ungrateful child 😒😒😒
grand.pri_ncess you're "there" with me too 🤨🤨🤨
bae details
airsky27 double mclaren dnf girl are you ok
grand.pri_ncess i'm hanging by a thread
a-bbles wtv sprints aren't real anyways 🤠
winterandfruits sprints? never heard of em
lauversfilms thank god there's only one race on sunday and nothing before that
wolfluva fp1 > qualifying > race 🥰🥰🥰
kittylolly4 just how i like it
syd649 oscarinas are fueled by delusion
wordskeeper i mean what else do we have
edgyficuselastica unadulterated loathing
lunadi1una why does that sound like something mark webber would say
481sillybirds BECAUSE HE WOULD 100%
maxxyferrari wicked x f1 crossover when?
mysticformula1 glando and elphaban ocon
liawleclerc I'M FUCKING CRYING
stressed-cherry this is getting out of hand
katherinep changing subject I ❤️ YOUR TOP
grand.pri_ncess and i love you random citizen 🫵
wolfbc97 she's so weird sometimes lol
grand.pri_ncess all the time actually ☝️🤓
eponinexxvii max verstappen is that you?
grand.pri_ncess omg how did you know :o
tpwkstiles did you meet any of the drivers?
grand.pri_ncess unfortunately not apart from z*k br*wn 🙄 but i really hope i will
eilishssiennaa the song choice i can't
box-loves-you it's giving 🎀traumatized🎀
uconnwbbloversworld1 my girl got post traumatic sprint disorder ♥︎ by grand.pri_ncess
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ameliadimz Surprise!!! To celebrate 10 years of Chicken Shop Date, I've decided to give some lucky fans the opportunity to go on a blind date! ❣️ If you're interested, DM me: you might be one of the chosen few 🐔❤️
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grand.pri_ncess FINALLY SOMETHING WORTH LIVING FOR I <3 YOU AMELIA
mireou ariana what are you doing here 😭
threeinchminimum nurse she's out again
grand.pri_ncess let me heal in peace 💔
wandabillywrites by going on a blind date?
grand.pri_ncess that's crazy i would never 😦 i'll just watch other people's blind dates
demonikeye LMAO we get it girl
liasthoughtss whatever floats your boat ig
strawberrylov-er I'M SO EXCITED OMGGG
xch3rubim everyone shut up my show is on
lovesick-sylus we don't talk about that here
thatssoemelia who cares about cota anyway
justagirlgettingby the lioness does not concern herself with a disappointing race
briefkittenearthquake trust me she does
nichmeddar i am in fact very concerned
pharmasennapuff WDYM BLIND DATE???
e1ectraaheart OH MY GOD WITH WHO
grand.pri_ncess idk that's kinda the point
illyrianprincess does this have something to do with @.ameliadimz's latest post 🤨
ameliadimz who knows... ♥︎ by grand.pri_ncess
blablabla2242 WAIT WHAT NO WAYYYYY
grand.pri_ncess yes way babe
ameliadimz well i guess the secret's out :)
thegodessvenus my two queens bonding
tania2748 @.ameliadimz IT'S TRUE?????
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chickenshopdate can @.oscarpiastri keep up with @.grand.pri_ncess ? find out this friday!
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choppedgalaxynerd THIS. IS. NOT. A. DRILL.
robindrake13 OMFG ARE YOU KIDDING ME
totallynotalbina tell me i'm not dreaming
yyammii CROSSOVER OF THE CENTURY
vmprluvr i was NOT expecting this
sparklytoaster what is oscar doing there 😭
calhtlland @.mclaren come get your driver
mclaren @.ameliadimz give him back now
ameliadimz try asking @.grand.pri_ncess
grand.pri_ncess no can do sorry mclaren
we2222 she's so unserious i can't
redbulldoesntgiveyouwings THEIR FACES
jetblackjohnson my babies i love them sm
siixthree looks like they enjoyed the food
oscarpiastri We did 👍 ♥︎ by grand.pri_ncess
lightupthisuniverse not the thumbs up 💀
yourmomsmoma classic oscar jack piastri
wannabegroupee okay guys who set him up
avis-waterlily is that even a question
navyangels everyone knows who did it
afraidtofear so we all agree right?
sootycocoa @.lando care to explain???
lando no
cindyp19 understandable have a great day
whatarewed0ing CAN'T WAIT TO WATCH IT
grand.pri_ncess
♫ Men At Work • Down Under
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grand.pri_ncess i rate this date 8/1
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justnatys what if i just exploded
gr3yhues now why would you do that lol
harriesnuggets @.justnatys AGREED 🙏
izzydragon111 @.justnatys so true bestie
heysam09 @.justnatys you are all of us
minminsmoon literally my live reaction:
honeyygloow still recovering from the video
chunkpiboli it'll take me 6-7 business days
ausgp2goat ...same
sassy-hughes i don't think i'll ever recover
angelinaouy THEIR CHEMISTRY HELLO?
inezzas who would've thought (me 😔✋️)
pixelw0rld they're made for each other 🙂↕️
dark-122-blog awkward x more awkward
rapidlyvirtualsolitude OSCAR'S PIC LMAO
sunshine-and-midnight-rain very demure
devilacot his small bite 🥹🤏 my hearttttt
lilia2bunny he's so polite with it
breenaaa the eating or the flirting?
elizamoe133 @.grand.pri_ncess ? 🎤🎤🎤
grand.pri_ncess both... 🫠 ♥︎ by oscarpiastri
randomf1booklover OH THEY R SO GONE
denisemtz-me i'm afraid we've lost them
cheese-enjoyer9471 in a land down under
mattsfrenchtoast SONG AND CAPTION >>>
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri Reckon I owed her a proper date
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lando reckon u owe me a mega thank u mate
mediterraneanprincesss UH CONTEXT???
lost4lyrics @.lando why what did you do
oliveisverysleepy well i have a few ideas...
asleepunderthestarsandmoon ominous
nilletellsstories place your bets ⬇️⬇️⬇️
dodgynyx243 he's the one behind all this
diangelosolace13 okay but that's a fact
qfjjjjeyknc @.lando.jpg took these photos
magicalcollectivelover that's so on-brand
thelasttomakeithome peak third wheeling
piastrislocss MAMA Y PAPA (and lando)
eimearj123 idk who i'm more jealous of tbh
chronicallyonlinesimp i'll take both idc 🛐
atargcvnt @.eimearj123 HAVE YOU SEEN HER??? SHE'S A GODDESS ♥︎ by oscarpiastri
happy-nico OSCAR STAND THE FUCK UP
kc2908 uh oh somebody's in looooove
mythoughtsinmediaform AS HE SHOULD
shadycloudphilosopher @.kc2908 guilty
mrsmelinda @.grand.pri_ncess FORGET ABOUT HIM LET'S RUN AWAY TOGETHER
grand.pri_ncess but he's so nice to me 🙃
illvsblog i said oh i'm sure
formulaho never beating the allegations
blessedblog02 polite cat of the year
b3rrychildish NOT HIM GETTING ALL SHY
grand.pri_ncess
♫ Taylor Swift • "Slut!" (Taylor's Version) (From The Va...
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grand.pri_ncess sweet like papaya
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bae what's with all the orange?
mclaren our favorite 🧡 ♥︎ by grand.pri_ncess
grand.pri_ncess @.bae you don't like it ☹️
bae girl i never said that ♥︎ by grand.pri_ncess
signalmiyeon she really said "i'm dating a mclaren driver" and shoved it in our faces
lesloo ARE THEY OFFICIALLY DATING???
spiderbeam if my eyes don't deceive me...
abcdefghijk-97 it surely looks like it
hidden-wildflowers I REALLY HOPE SO!!!
grand.pri_ncess he's the ONLY ONE who got me a present for my birthday so you bet your ass we're dating :) ♥︎ by oscarpiastri
bae what the hell are you talking about 🤨
bae all women do is lie 🥀🥀🥀
bae STOP DELETING MY COMMENTS 🖕
kazoomii present as in... those THREE louis vuitton bags in the second slide?
justanotheralt209 *cries in not millionaire*
nocturith when will it be my turn to go on a date at a fancy restaurant with ojp 💔💔💔
liviefl67 no bc i want what they have 😭
daniskywalkersolo MY ROMAN EMPIRE
megera0609 please they are so cute
maddix-hallow THE SONG CHOICE OMG?
cleratesa "in a world of boys he's a gentleman" i wonder who that could be
forenenstack i'm so normal about this 🙂
abc1234y SHE'S IN LOVE YOUR HONOR
micheleontrack333 okay let's not overdo it
grand.pri_ncess @.abc1234y correct ✅️
bluebeatlesbaby CAUGHT IN 4K 📸📸📸 oh wait never mind she turned herself in
hey gangalang! sooo.... long time no speak 😅 (partially my fault...). it was halloweek and i got my party on a little too hard, very fun tho dont get me wrong!! but now life is smacking me in the face with uni and work, thus i will have to take a little break.
BUT FEAR NOT MY PEOPLE! i've just uploaded three of my completed works (finally), so i hope you enjoy those while i just take a little break! i'll probably still be active on tumblr from time to time!
soooo enjoy! idk how long this break will last but uhhhh YEAH! :)
summary: you tell your boyfriend your going out on a walk, and them promptly turn ur location off just to see what he would do.
drivers: lw44, cl16, op81, ln4, gr63, ak12, mv1, yt22, aa23, cs55, eo31, ob87, ls18, fa14, ll30, ih6, nh27, gb5, pg10, gc43
warnings: erm... idk, like maybe some light hazing? scaring ur poor bf on purpose. mentions of cheating.
notes: my brain is lowkey rotting rn icl...
izzy806
germansingergirl
dededos
jacobvanloon
origamiaround
romaincrisis
turnnoffyourmind
