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pt 2 of oscar x leclerc!sis ?? maybe with arthur’s reactions too 🫣

of course! <3

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; you decide to go on a date despite your older brother's constant protectiveness.

warnings; sexual mentions

"This is unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable Y/N." He argues with you.

Charles had just finished his race, P1 as-well. Instead of going out and celebrating with his friends and team, he's here instead, scolding you like your Mother.

"Charles arrête de réagir de manière excessive, fais une vie et sors avec tes amis ou quelque chose comme ça." You spoke in your native tongue, the words flowing from your mouth before you got the chance to realise what you were saying. "Charles stop overreacting, get a life and go out with your friends or something."

As you finished your French rant, you heard the doorbell frantically start ringing, followed by deep French voices. You sighed as you realised it was Arthur and Enzo.

"Voyons ce que vos autres frères ont à dire à ce sujet, hein?" He tuts, waving his finger at you as he goes to open the door. "Let's see what your other brothers have to say about this eh?"

"You and Oscar Piastri? Ooh la la, I never knew he was into Fiona from Shrek." Arthur enters, his accent thick as he teases you.

You and Arthur had always had a playful nature to tease each other and play fight, and he was friends with Oscar, so you were hoping he would take it easy on you.

"Arthur do you seriously not care about this situation right now?" Charles waves his hands around, before placing them on his hips.

"Uhm, not really no. Oscar's a good guy." Arthur responds, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

"Idiot.. Et toi Enzo?" He turns to the eldest brother, pleading with his eyes to try and make you not go on that date. "Idiot.. What about you Enzo?"

"Je m'en soucie évidemment, mais Oscar semble bon. Y/N a 20 ans maintenant et je ne veux pas voir ma petite sœur grandir seule." He spoke out, smiling at you. "I obviously care, but Oscar seems good. Y/N is 20 now, and I don't want to see my baby sister growing up alone."

"Haha! You're alone on this now." You laughed out at Charles, seeing him exhale in defeat.

"Don't worry, we'll break his legs if we need to, so you're not completely off the hook here." Enzo says sternly, making your face change from laughing to a straight face quickly.

After what you considered to be an FBI interrogation, you finally managed to escape the wrath of the Leclerc brothers. Settling down in front of your vanity, you started getting ready for the date.

Styling your hair perfectly, choosing some nice jewellery, popping some light makeup on, you had half an hour left to choose your outfit. A breakdown was teetering to happen, as you started to panic.

Oscar had mentioned he'd pick you up and take you to a cute café nearby, so you were lost on what to wear that was casual, but cute, but was suitable for a first date.

{outfit inspo link}, if you want to use it as a reference!

You finally decided on an outfit, spraying some of your signature Valentino perfume, you heard the door knock. Doing an awkward skip to get there in time, you open the door to be met with Oscar's eyes, and cheeky grin.

"Afternoon darling." His voice spoke out, deep and powerful as he gave you a small kiss on the cheek.

"Afternoon, I'm ready to go." You smile at him, locking the apartment door behind you.

"You look gorgeous by the way." He said lowly, taking a hold of your hand as you made your way to the elevator.

"Thank you, you also look quite handsome yourself." Your cheeks blushed a rosy colour, as the elevator dinged to signal your on reception's floor.

Pushing past the cameras and paparazzi surrounding Oscar's car and your apartment complex, it was stressful to say the least. All of the F3, F2, and F1 community are going to know about you and Oscar in at least 10 minutes when your outing gets publicised.

He holds the door open for you, gently shutting it behind you as he walks over to the driver's side. Making some polite small talk you were both finally cleared away from the crowd of people.

"I hope your fangirls don't get too mad at me." You laugh out, feeling as his large hand rests on your thigh.

"Not at all. I'm more worried about your brothers." He laughs, looking at you with a slight glint in his eyes.

"They shouldn't be a problem as long as you treat me well. I believe the phrase 'Break his legs.' was used." You replied, seeing the colour drain from his face as you crack into fits of laughter again.

Arriving at the Café, it was a popular yet overpriced spot in Monte-Carlo, known for it's drinks and pastries. As Oscar greets the staff, you look around at the décor of the establishment, it following a 1920's theme. As Oscar pulls you out of your day-dream by taking your hand into his.

"They have our table ready." He says calmly to you, as you nod and let him lead the way.

Pulling out your chair for you he can see that you're blushing, and blushing a lot. He reaches over to hold your hand, casually reading the menu as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"You blush under my touch." He said, hushed as he continued looking down at the menu.

"Well, what can I say? I just love your hands." Your face turned beetroot red as you realised what you had said sounded unintentionally so dirty.

"Oh my gosh- I didn't mean it like tha-" You rushed, trying to save your composure.

"It's alright. I know what you really mean." He replied, looking up at you with a slight smirk, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

Let's just say his hands were definitely loved in more ways than one from then on.

Drivers x text posts / Charles Leclerc 2/?  

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2015 - 1996

in an alternate universe max and oscar share the same brain cell

Charles Leclerc, Ferrari F1 development driver, watches testing from a grandstand at the Circuit de Barcelona Catalunya, Spain (7 March 2017) 📸 Zak Mauger

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

my favorite person —felipe drugovich

pov: you're a journalist and you always interview him but one day you're not doing the interviews and he starts worrying about you.

a very chaotic feature race just ended and you were ready to talk to the drivers. you were the one in charge of interviewing the podium sitters. first you talked to frederik vesti who had gotten p3, then to jack doohan who had gotten p2, and eventually it was time for you to talk to your favorite person in the f2 paddock (not that anyone knew that, or at least you thought you weren't that evident in showing it)

felipe drugovich had a very big smile on his face, and little did you know he was as happy to see you as you were to see him. felipe wasn't fond of the cameras and the microphones, in fact he was a rather shy with most reporters, but your interviews were different. you were different. he loved talking to you, it was the only time he really enjoyed getting in front of the cameras.

you matched his big smile. "p1 yesterday and p1 today, barcelona really is the place for you, isn't it?", he laughed and your heart started jumping up and down.

"yeah it has been an incredible weekend. the team didn't make any mistakes and i gave it all out there and we got the best result we could've hoped for", he said. his gaze never left yours. you two talked a bit about the race but like always, it had to end and you both had to be somewhere else.

as quick as your interviews were, he had found himself looking for you at every race weekend. he liked your presence and the way you expressed yourself, always polite but never afraid to ask the real questions. f2 was always a very agitated scenario but those moments that he spotted you around the paddock and got to say hello to you or even just exchange looks was something that he really appreciated.

"congratulations for both wins", you said to him to end the interview. you were truly amazed by him, he was an incredible driver but what you liked the most about him was that he never lost his sweet personality, even after weekends like this when he was on top of everything and everyone.

"thank you very much, y/n", he winked at you and left. you didn't know what you liked more, the way he said your name or his winks. it had become a bit of a habit for felipe to wink at you after the interviews.

he was really unsure about asking you out, because he didn't know if you even saw him that way, and if you didn't then it would be very awkward.

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the sixth round of the f2 calendar came and you were not in conditions to interview anyone. you had talked to your boss before friday and told him you had problems with your voice and by the time friday came, you barely had any voice left, so one of your colleagues took your place.

felipe won the feature race yet again, and he hadn't seen you around during the weekend but he was sure he would see you for the post race interview. he was wrong. the person in charge was not you but a guy he had talked to a couple of times.

before he could stop himself he said the first thing that came to his mind, "you're not the person i expected to see", he fidgeted with the collar of his race suit.

the guy laughed, "yes, y/n had a problem with her voice and couldn't be here today. but anyway, another great race for you." felipe quickly wrapped up after a couple of minutes. he kept thinking about you, and he wanted to know if you were okay but didn't know how.

after that he was in the trailer laying in his bed while clément was on his phone. he broke the silence, "clém you know y/n the journalist who always interviews us post race right", he said and turned to his teammate.

"oh i don't know, felipe, maybe i wouldn't remember her if you didn’t always talk about how cute she looks", he said sarcastically and didn't take his eyes off his phone.

"dont know if you noticed but she wasn't here today, and somebody told me she had a problem with her voice and-", he stopped because clém suddenly interrupted him.

"that's why you were so quiet! oh my man you're down bad", he looked at felipe, "you're worried about her"

blood rushed into his cheeks and his hand went to his hair and brushed it, "well yeah i am you fucker, but i don't know how to find out if she's okay or not"

"leading the championship but doesn't know how to talk to a girl. you have to be kidding me", clém chuckled. "dm her on instagram, champ", wiggling his eyebrows he reached out and grabbed felipe's phone, then handed it to him.

felipe wanted to punch himself for not thinking that before. you already followed each other. he searched your user and typed a short message.

heyy y/n it was weird not seeing you around. i heard you had problems with your voice :( is everything ok?

he read it like 10 times before sending it.

if you could have screamed when you got the notification of his message, you would have done it. you certainly weren't expecting him to even notice you hadn't been around. you wasted no time to answer him.

hi felipe :) that's so sweet, thank you for messaging me. to be honest it was weird not being on the paddock haha. im alright! just lost my voice because of the flu. but it's only a matter of time until i come back.

he couldn't help but to smile at his phone and clém started laughing, felipe punched him on the arm and replied to you.

glad to hear that! i hope to see you soon.

i hope to see you soon too! and also congrats on the win ;)

after that you spent the rest of the day sending messages to each other, which was something that both of you were really excited about.

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two weeks passed until the seventh round of the calendar and you two hadn't stopped talking. you found it was really easy to talk to felipe, the conversation never felt forced, and you quite enjoyed his sense of humour.

felipe was over the moon. he loved talking to you and he now was seriously thinking about asking you out. he felt very comfortable talking to you.

you were talking to a man holding a camera when he spotted you. felipe went still for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked and much he had missed your presence, then shaked his head and went over to say hello to you.

the butterflies in your stomach went mad when you saw him approaching. you quickly said goodbye to karl, one of the cameramen who worked with you.

felipe gave you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, happy to see you again", you blushed a little and he found it adorable.

"happy to be back! how are you?" you asked.

"great, excited to be racing again. those two weeks felt like a lot more"

"yeah i get the feelin-", somebody from mp called felipe at that moment. he told them he would be right there in a second and turned to you. you didn't want to waste his time. "go, go, good luck today ", you said.

"thank you, y/n", he said, feeling mad about how little time he had talked to you after waiting two weeks to see you again. "see you later"

dennis won on sunday and all the boys were planning on going out to celebrate. felipe knew it was time to make his move. he texted you to know if you were still in the paddock and when you said yes, he asked you to come to the mp motorhome. he was waiting for you there.

"hey", you said when you saw him, he had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a purple shirt. that colour really suited him, you thought. "what's up?"

"hello, y/n", he greeted you. it was now or never, he thought. "the boys are planning to go out tonight, and i wanted to ask you, i mean- if you aren't too tired, if you wanted to come with me to the party", he said. you could tell he was nervous and you felt the sudden urge to kiss him right there. but you knew better than that.

you pursued your lips and nodded, "alright yeah i'd love to go with you", you said. and you both kinda stayed there smiling at each other for a bit until he snapped back to reality. you said yes. you were going out with him.

"great!", his hand went to the back of his neck, "i'll pick you up at 11"

"perfect", you said feeling like you were floating, "see you tonight, then"

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the night went more than amazing. the club was packed when you arrived, so felipe took the opportunity and grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the boys were drinking. dennis, liam, marcus, jehan, and a guy who introduced himself as james were all sitting at the table. they obviously noticed you and felipe where holding hands but thankfully they didn't say a word about it, you were glad of that because well.. at the end of day you worked with all of them every race weekend and the last thing you wanted was them acting weird around you. 

after saying hello to all of them, felipe asked you if you wanted to get a drink and you nodded, then both of you headed to the bar. there you found a tipsy clément novalak.

"y/n!", he said the moment he saw you, he gave you a quick hug and shaked hands with felipe, "great to see you around, looking cute as always wouldn't you agree, felipe?"

you smiled and turned to see felipe. the expression on his face was a work of art as he said, "yeah you know i agree, mate marcus was looking for you"

"yeah i'll go straight to our table now, have a lovely night you two", he hugged you again and the hugged felipe and just like that he was gone.

a laugh escaped your lips. "i never heard marcus saying anything about clément".

"oh i didn't either", he smirked at you and ordered some beers for the two of you.

you laughed and you talked and you danced together. felipe didn't strike you as the type of guy that liked to dance, and you were surprised when he asked you dance with him, in reality he was great and you loved every minute of it.

you still couldn't comprehend how you were out in a club with felipe drugovich. the same felipe who winked at you after interviews, the felipe who drove fast cars for a living, the felipe that you had been admiring from afar for quite some time now. your hands around his neck, his hands on your waist, you couldn't stop smiling at him. you were mesmerized by him, by his brown eyes and his soft hair and his pink lips.

your gaze dropped to those pink lips you craved to taste, and he didn't let that go unnoticed. he cut the space that separated you and kissed you as the loud music resonated through the club. he kissed you gently, your hands went to his hair and his grip on your waist tightened. he had waited for this moment, he dreamed of kissing you every time he had to look at your lips while you were holding a microphone.

his tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, and the world, the music, everything seemed to stop for a moment. one of his hands went to your cheek and the kiss deepened, he tasted sweet, and you were drowning in him. kissing him felt right. it felt like it was meant to be.

that wasn't the last time you kissed throughout the night and by the time he drove back to the hotel your lips were redder than usual. he walked with you to your room and when you opened the door you turned back to say goodbye to him. as a journalist it was rare to struggle to find the right words to say, but you were feeling so many things you didn't even know what to say. thankfully he broke the silence.

"thank you for coming with me tonight", he said.

"i had a great time", you said, "would love to do it again"

"yeah i'd love that too", he said. he really didn't want to wait a whole ass week just to see you again. "we can have dinner tomorrow if you want", he blurted.

your smile grew bigger, "perfect", you said. "it's a date then"

he hoped there were many more dates to come because he really was crazy about you. he leaned closer and gave you a peck on the lips, "see you tomorrow", he said with a shy smile.

god you were really gonna fall hard for this brazilian boy.

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months had passed, and lot had happened. felipe was crowned champion, you two had made your relationship official and many dates had been planned.

it was a cold december night and you two went karting, you were sure you had won fair and square, felipe knew he had let you win.

you laughed as you took your helmet off, you held an imaginary microphone on your hand and went over to where he was taking his helmet off. "talk us through that last lap", you joked as if you were interviewing him, "how does it feel mr formula 2 champion, to be beaten by your girlfriend?"

he shaked his head, his smile growing bigger. he felt it more than ever. there, you with your hair messy from the helmet, pointing towards him what was most likely an imaginary microphone, with a giddy smile and your dimples shining under the lights of the karting track. he opened his mouth and said it for the first time. "i love you"

your heart stopped, you lowered your hand and you watched him very still. his curls moving for the night breeze, his beautiful smile, and you saw it in his eyes. love. you let the words sink in, and you didn’t hesitate to speak the words you felt too. "and i love you", you smiled. you were in love with the sweet boy in front of you, and he was in love with you.

felipe cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and softly kissed you. and right there, under the glowing lights of the track, you knew there were many more 'i love you' to come, and many more first times to go through together.