Summary: A little smau about all the times Pierre has been simping about you over the radio, featuring poor John just trying to do his job.
Tags: fluff, humor, established relationship
Warnings: swearing, suggestive
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gaslysradio Pierre’s radio during the GP today, right after Antonelli pushed him off the track and into the gravel, causing a DNF. 😔
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username it’s the fact they showed her afterwards and she was actually fuming in the garage 😭😭
username just shows that he knows her really well hahaha
username Y/N: when I catch you Kimi, when I catch you 🤛🏻
username john’s silence is so loud, my boy is fed up
username It’s because Kimi can’t fucking drive for shit 😒 first Max and now Pierre, no wonder she was PISSED
yourusername Hi there! Just wanted to let you know that I was pissed at the DNF and the bad luck in general, not at Kimi. Stuff like that happens, so please don’t come at him now.🩷 ❤️ by author
kimi.antonelli So we’re all good then, right? I can stop hiding?
yourusername Of course 🩷
kimi.antonelli Oh thank God I thought you were mad at me 😭
pierregasly The love of my life everybody
username Simp
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Uh, so, if someone asks us who won this race, we honestly couldn’t tell you. We were too busy listenting to these two. 🤫
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username when you’re arriving at the simp contest but Pierre Gasly’s already there
username I miss when this sport was about actual racing
username Pierre honestly it’s okay, we get it, she’s stunning 🥹
username fr like everyone judging him but here i am like: same
username Y/N really won the boyfriend lottery 😭 my turn next please
username i came for the racing and stayed for the iconic WAG that Y/N is
charles_leclerc @/pierregasly Mate, this is a new low, even for you ❤️ by author
pierregasly I just can’t help it, have you seen her??? ❤️ by author
charles_leclerc All I am seeing is that you are an idiot ❤️ by author
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio *in Daniel Ricciardos voice* PIERRE GASLYYYY wins the Spanish Grand Prix with the fastest lap time! 🩷
We think you really deserve to celebrate with Y/N now, Pierre!
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username rumors have it he meant a different kind of celebration 😏
username y’all are so weird talking about actual real people like that smh
username man i just wanna be a wag with a hot driver boyfriend, is it too much to ask for?? 😭
olliebearman Hmu
kimi.antonelli Oh my fucking God
username What’s going on with these drivers these says??? 🤣🤣
username fr did you see ollie’s reply in the comments what the actual fuck
yourusername So proud of you, mon amour ❤️
pierregasly Hearing this from you makes the hard work worth it every time ❤️
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Pierre’s radio during Q1 in Baku today. Seems like we lost John to talking about Y/N as well.
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username the way John went from awkward silence to mentioning her lmaoo im weak
username that’s because it’s the only way Pierre’s gonna listen to him 🤣
username can we all agree that F1 is such a homoerotic sport like???
username it’s the immediate thought about men touching for me
username it’s the hardcore ass grabbing and clapping after a podium for me but you do you
yourusername He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.
username rumors have it John’s somewhere enjoying his revenge rn
john.howard 👀
pierregasly Traitor
gaslysradio
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gaslysradio Las Vegas GP: Pierre’s radio after a slow 4.3 sec pit stop, realizing they gave him the wrong tyres and completely fucked with the strategy. :(
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username Ok but I’ve never heard him so angry before !!!
username lol not him losing his shit and still thinking about Y/N
yourusername On his mind 24/7 💅
username Yk what Queen shit tbh
username hearing this radio live was… something
username lmao yeah the excessive beeping wrecked me
username and the complete silence that followed after
username @/alpinef1team is everything okay at home???
alpinef1team Everything is great 😀
username truly fucking unhinged, i’m speechless
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Held By Him
Pairing : Pierre Gasly x male!reader
Warning : very suggestive themes and my first time writing x male!reader so take precautions pls... and I'm sorry if this wasn't what you meant by your request 😕
Summary : mornings with Pierre are always perfect.
a/n : thank you for the kind words anon, it means a lot to me. 🫶🏼 And I have posted something for Pierre, but I deleted it because I didn't really like the way I wrote. 😭 But I really need to write more for him. 😞
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The morning covered over you and Pierre like warm silk, it was soft and slow, not rushed at the slightest.
It had a kind of quiet that only existed after a night spent learning another person in small breathes and touches.
Pierre is still pressed against you, his chest against your back, his arm wrapped around your waist that made you feel so protected.
His chest rises and falls against your shoulders, each breath spreading warmth right beneath your ear.
His fingers, which was way bigger than yours, rested on your lower stomach, slightly brushing against the trail of prickly hair leading down.
The touch was familiar, it was a touch meant for a man he's in love with, for a man he desperately wants.
You slightly shifted, causing him to tighten his grip around you on instinct.
His hips fit into yours like a puzzle piece, it was comforting, making something deep inside you melt at the feeling of him against you.
You could feel him, he was obviously very awake and was pressed against the small of your back.
He softly groaned into your ear, his voice was thick and ragged, it always got that way early in the morning. "Mon cœur... you're killing me."
His lips graze the back of your neck. "Why are you moving like that... are you trying to torture me?"
You sheepishly smirked into your pillow, already giving your tactics away. "I didn't do anything," you mumbled, though the rasp of your voice betrays exactly how affected you are.
He chuckled, the sound was warm and welcoming, buzzing through your spine.
His hand glides across your abdomen, his palm spreading over the firm lines of your tummy before drifting further up to your chest.
He pressed his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent. "You smell too good. It's unfair."
"You're dramatic," you teased him, though your heartbeat jumps when he brushes his thumb across your nipple, the touch was slow and appreciative.
He shifted his in his position, tangling his legs with yours and pulling you ever closer.
There was no way to misinterpret the heat between his legs, no pretending he isn't very much aware of the situation and no hesitation that he wants you.
"Last night ruined me," he admits in a gasp, it was softer, more vulnerable. "You ruined me."
You turned your head to look at him, his face flushed, hair messy, lips swollen, his blue eyes dark and hazy from desire.
And when his gaze meets yours, you realised that he really loves you, and there was no mistaking it.
"You're clingy," you whispered and you brush your knuckles along his clenched jaw. "Didn't know you'd be like this."
He caught your hand in a instant, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, then on your wrist. "Only for you," he mumbled against your palm, his voice buzzing along your skin. "Do you know how insane you make me?"
You felt the warmth rise in your chest, settling low in your belly. "Pierre..."
"Hmm?" he hums, his lips trailing up your forearm and to your shoulder.
"You're um... very hard," you say bluntly, because there's no point pretending otherwise.
He smiled against your shoulder, obviously very smug and having sinful thoughts. "Because you keep pushing back into me like that, bébé."
He pulled you tighter against him again, the outline of him unmistakably against your backside. "And because I spent all night inside you and still want more."
Your breath hitches, embarrassment and arousal tangling beautifully together.
"But," he murmurs, pressing kisses at the base of your neck, "I can behave... only if you want me to."
You finally fully turn your body to him, your chest against his, your bare bodies warm and tangled together.
You feel his muscles everywhere around you, his arms tightly wrapped around you, his thigh now pressed between yours, his warm breath ghosting over your lips.
"I don't want you to behave," you admit quietly, fingers caressing the curve of his lower lip.
Your answer made him groan softly, he didn't try to hide it.
He leaned in, but didn't kiss you yet, just hovering over your lips like he's savoring the moment. "Good," he softly whispers against your lips. "Because I want to stay right here... with my man in my arms."
Your heartbeat started pounding at that phrasing - "my man" - and before you knew it, he flipped you over, him now above you, bracing himself with one arm while his free hand cups your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek.
"Look at you," he groaned, gaze lingering over your face like he's memorizing every line. "You are so pretty for me."
You instantly pull him down when he said those words, kissing him slow and deep, feeling every inch of him melt into you.
The morning continued with soft laughs, lazy and messy touches under warm silky sheets and the quiet of you two wrapped around each other with no intention of leaving the comfort of the bed any time soon.
Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader
You ever get a fic idea that just.. refuses, to leave your brain until you get it done?? yeah that's what this is
Warnings: None :D maybe some spelling and grammar errors, google translated French
Love was different for everyone. It means something different for each different person. Everyone has their own version of love, whether they’re aware of it or not. Everyone displays love differently. For some, love is about spending time with those around them. For others, love is giving things to show the intensity of their affection. There are many ways that people show their love for the people around them and Pierre Gasly is no stranger to many of them.
When Pierre Gasly approached you with the intent to start dating you, you had made it clear that you believed there was no limit to show how you loved. So he formed a plan. For every date, he would bring you a gift. Showing you his budding love with material objects. Alongside the gifts he would give you a note, telling you how much his love was growing. For every holiday, Pierre would make sure to prioritise his time with you. Whenever he could, he would make sure that he was doing everything for you. His favourite way to show his love for you was taking you by the hand and giving a kiss to your temple at every chance he got.
Pierre made it obvious with every chance he had, that he was head over heels in love with you. And while you could not match him gift-for-gift, you could do one thing that he couldn’t. You had decided a while ago, even before dating Pierre, that along with modelling you would start dabbling in music. You had grown up playing the piano, as many of your following already knew, but not many knew that you had also taken vocal lessons as a child. Pierre was also no stranger to your piano playing abilities. Often coming home from a race weekend to hear the soft sounds of the piano in your large living room.
The thing about Pierre is that while he was a very attentive boyfriend, he wasn’t always the sharpest tool in the shed. It was this fact that let you practise and compose the piano melody for his gift even if he was in the room with you. He would sit and listen to you play and figure out what notes worked and what notes didn’t, complementing your playing all the while. The part that was trickiest when making the song, was finding the time to rent out a studio space so you could record the vocal tracks. As much as you could between photoshoots and brand promotions on your socials, you usually planned for your studio time to be when Pierre was at a race that you couldn’t attend. On such occasions you would bring along your mother (if she had the time) or Pierre’s mother.
It was always special (and important) to spend time with Pascale. As much as Pierre joked that his mother was stealing his girlfriend, you never turned down an opportunity to be around the woman. She was one of the most comforting people you could be around. So it felt incredibly special for her to come with you as you poured your entire soul into showing how much you loved her youngest son. It was also your way of reassuring her that he was in good hands and that she could rest easy knowing her baby boy was being looked after. After all, if you had a son you’d want the same reassurance.
It took everything in you to not show her the full song once it was completed. You wanted Pierre to be the very first person who heard the song in its entirety. You also weren’t sure when exactly to show him. It was by pure coincidence that you completed the song two days before your 3rd anniversary. It would be the perfect time to show him. You brainstormed ways to show him the song until you finally decided that you were going to compile a video of clips that showed your relationship with Pierre.
Pierre would get home the night before so really you only had tomorrow and the morning after to make sure it was done. You were a little pressed for time but you were determined to have it ready for your anniversary. When you woke up in the morning you spent hours going through all the videos you had and picking out the ones you wanted to use. Taking a break to have some lunch and make yourself a hot drink about halfway through the day, you soon started to organise and arrange the videos to be exactly how you wanted them. After dinner you spent your time making sure the whole thing would last the duration of the song. Before calling it a night and going to bed.
The next morning, you were quick to get out of bed and make a coffee, knowing that today was your last day to work on Pierre’s gift. Booting up your computer, hot coffee on the desk, you opened the editing software and got to work. You were glad that you had done the majority of the editing the night before as you only had to make a few last minute adjustments. To tie it all off, you added the audio file to play over the video. Not wanting to waste a minute of your day, you quickly saved the finished product and started to tidy up the apartment. On the rare occasion that Pierre would be home without you, he always made sure the apartment was clean for you, so it was only fair that you maintained that cleanliness as much as you could while he was away. Plus it was always nice to come home to a clean space.
Getting into bed that night, you were almost too jittery to fall asleep. Too excited for the day to come. Eventually however your mind and body became too exhausted to stay awake and you fell into a blissful sleep. Only slightly stirring when Pierre quietly climbed into bed beside you. Still asleep, you snuggled closer to him and slept soundly until morning. Pierre’s arms around you, face nuzzled into your hair.
It was Pierre who woke up first the next morning, just as he’d planned. Every big event, Pierre was determined to serve you your breakfast while you relaxed in bed. He went full out as he always did with these things. He made you a full breakfast, a perfectly made coffee and a thornless rose with a sweet note and arranged them all neatly on a tray. He carefully carried the tray to the bedroom just in time to see you sitting up and stretching your arms above your head.
“Bonjour Chérie.” His voice was soft as he knew that loud noises in the morning often irritated you. He placed the tray on your lap and moved to sit down in front of you. “How are you this morning?”
“Hello Darling.” Barely a whisper, you answered him. “I’m doing perfectly today.”
Pierre leaned in and gave you a kiss. “Joyeux anniversaire, Mon Amour.” He gave you another kiss.
“I have something to show you later.” You said after drinking some of your coffee. “A gift for you.”
“You are my gift.”
“I can’t exactly put myself in a box and gift wrap it, can I?”
He laughed. “No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried.”
You spent the morning with Pierre. Talking with each other, laughing and catching up on any gossip either of you might’ve missed. This was your favourite way to spend time with him. Comfortable, at home and just being the best friends a pair of lovers could be. At around lunch time, you had finally managed enough courage to give Pierre the gift you made.
“Mon Amour?” You were sitting at the kitchen island, watching as Pierre finished the dishes he insisted he did.
“Hmm?” He turned the water off and turned to face you.
“I still have something to give you.” You said.
His face lit up with a loving smile. “You didn’t have to buy me anything, Chérie.”
You shook your head, “I didn’t buy anything, I made something. And I did it because I wanted to.”
You stood up and gestured for him to follow you to your shared office. Confused but curious, he wiped his hands dry and began to follow you. You told him to sit down while you dragged a chair to sit next to him. Turning the computer on, you navigated until you found the video file you were looking for.
“You just have to double click on this one.” you said, pointing to the file labelled ‘pour-mon-amour.mov’.
Excited at the idea that you had made a video, Pierre eagerly did as instructed. You were a little nervous about how he would react. You hadn’t ever done something like this before.
The video started with a clip of you recording yourself while at the beach. In the clip, Pierre had come up behind you and lifted you into the air. You laughed out in surprise as Pierre had spun you around in circles. The piano had started playing and soon after, Pierre heard your voice singing.
“Oh I’m obsessed.
With the way your head is laying on my chest.
How you love the things I hate about myself.
And no one knows, but with you, I see hope again.”
The next clip to appear was a video that Charles had sent you. He had recorded Pierre’s reaction to you showing up in the paddock after you had previously told him you wouldn’t be able to make it. Pierre had stopped in the middle of his sentence and started running to you. He had engulfed you in a hug and started rocking the both of you side to side. Squeezing you tightly, he had started speaking in French, telling you exactly how much he loved you.
“When I overthink the little things in my head
You seem to always help me catch my breath
But then I lose it again
When I look at you, that's the end.”
Now the video showed a montage of clips. Small videos of Pierre giving you a kiss on the cheek or spinning you around like a princess. Pierre helping you tie your hair up. A video of you beating Pierre in a game while he just smiled at you. Even a video that Yuki had taken of Pierre laying on his back with you laying on top of him. The two of you just gazing at each other.
“And why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes?
Butterflies can't stop me fallin' for you
And darlin', this is more than anything I felt before
You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find
Someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak
But I know now I found the one I love.”
A video of you dragging Pierre to the middle of your open living room to start dancing with each other. He spun you under his arm and then pulled you in closed to start swaying with you cuddled close. Your arms had wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his chest before you stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.
The video continued to show bits and pieces of your entire relationship with Pierre. You were incredibly nervous to look at Pierre as he watched. You could bring yourself to look at the way his eyes were glued to the screen or look at the way his mouth was hung open in disbelief at the whole thing. You had looked firmly at your hands and played with the bracelet that Pierre had given you just that morning.
You hadn’t even noticed that the video and song had stopped until Pierre took your hands in his. You looked up and saw his eyes closed as he brought both your hands to place a deep, lingering kiss to your knuckles.
“Did you like it?” You asked timidly after clearing your throat.
Opening his eyes, Pierre quickly and urgently brought your lips to his. His kiss was almost feverish, as if he was trying his damned best to pour every ounce of love he had for you into it. It took your breath away. As the kiss became more gentle, you both slowly pulled apart.
Catching your breath you looked at Pierre. His eyes bore straight into yours as he whispered. “Je ne peux pas expliquer exactement combien je t'aime. Je ne pourrai jamais assez vous remercier pour cela.” [I can not explain exactly how much I love you. I will never be able to thank you enough for this.]
You wiped the stray tear that had fallen from his eyes. “Joyeux anniversaire, ma chérie.”
I'm literally so in love with this, I'm getting jealous of the fake romances I write lmao
This has been rattling around in my brain for so fucking long you guys have no idea. If you couldn't tell, the song is I GUESS I'M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane.
