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loonylupinblack3 · 2 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Summary: breaking up with Charles to protect your career was the hardest thing you'd ever done, but what if it was all for nothing?

Word count: 1.5k

part 2

Charles stared at you from afar, brown eyes tracing your every movement as you talked to Lando Norris, the first driver for Mclaren. He watched as you laughed, your eyes crinkling and smile widening, looking for all the world like you were genuinely happy.

His body ached for you. He wanted to touch you again, to wrap his arms around your waist, press a kiss to your cheek, feel you lean into him and sigh, that content, dreamy sigh you did whenever he was around.

He wanted to go back to the days where it was hasty kisses in empty rooms, sneaking away at every opportunity, lazy mornings spent together within the confines of hotel rooms. He wanted you back in his arms even if it was behind doors; he didn’t care. He just wanted you.

He looked at you and then he looked at himself, his hands that ached to hold you again but never would. He clenched them into fists, nails digging into his skin as his knuckles turned white, the prickle of pain starting. Charles didn’t mind; he liked it even. It distracted him, made him think about something else for once, instead of you.

Because it was always you

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You were trying to ignore Charles to the best of your ability. It was difficult, however, when your body had become so attuned to him, you could feel when he entered a room. It was unfair. You were the one who broke things off, so why were you acting like some wounded animal whenever you saw Charles?

You sat in the driver’s room, a few other drivers occupying the space alongside you, Charles included. He was on the other side of the room though, so you settled for talking to Lando, hoping the Mclaren driver would provide a distraction.

“Did you hear two of the drivers are hooking up?”

If you were drinking water you probably would have choked on it, and even so you still sort of gaped at him, jaw hanging open like an idiot.

“What?”

Lando grinned at your reaction. “Yeah, some rumour spreading across the engineering crew at Mclaren.”

“Wait, what is this about?”

You internally groaned as George Russell sat opposite you. You didn’t mind the guy usually, was actually reasonably good friends with him, but everyone knew he had a thing for gossip, and if you wanted something kept secret, well, it was better not to tell George.

And you desperately wanted to keep this a secret.

“Two of the drivers are screwing,” Lando mused. “I wonder who.”

Unable to resist it, you shot a quick glance at Charles, to see if he was listening. He was, and he was staring right at you, eyes sombre but worried. He knew you didn’t want it to get out; that's why you’d broken up in the first place. And even with his obvious displeasure over it he still seemed to care for you.

What a jerk.

You pointedly looked away, feeling guilt and nausea build up inside you. You hadn’t wanted to end things with Charles, but you could tell he was unhappy. He wanted you two to be public, wanted everyone to know you were together. You… couldn’t do that. The standards weren’t the same for a woman in F1, and you weren’t willing to risk your career, even over Charles.

So here you were, both somewhat miserable, with the secret you sacrificed to protect trying to escape anyway.

“Two drivers are hooking up?” Pierre’s curious voice floated through the air.

For fuck’s sake.

You smiled tightly, looking up at the newcomer. “Allegedly. But we don’t know anything for sure.”

Pierre shook his head. “No, no, I think I heard something about this. Someone spotted two drivers using a spare room to.. Well, you know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Lando whined.

Pierre shrugged, sitting down next to you. “I don’t know. It was maybe two months ago? I didn’t think it was true.”

And the conversation continued, nitpicking each driver’s dating life, trying to figure out which drivers were hooking up. You felt sick, your stomach doing nauseating flips every time they suggested another driver. You could already tell they thought it was you; there weren’t any openly gay drivers on the paddock, so logically that would mean one of them had to be with you, since you were the only female on the grid.

You kept your mouth shut though, offering up no explanation or defence. You just wanted this to be over, the sickening panic clawing at your throat, its nails scratching your back, digging into your stomach, making your head spin.

They couldn’t find out. No one could. You had sacrificed everything to make sure this secret was kept in the dark. You left Charles, left the man who made you feel alive, loved, happy, so that your career could persevere unharmed. It couldn’t have all been for nothing.

You couldn’t have done it all for nothing.

Again, your eyes found Charles, because they always seemed to find him, even when you didn’t mean for them to. He was staring at you, eyes softening. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away for the life of you. Not when he was staring at you with something other than pain or anger or disgust. When he was staring at you like before, glances shared across the room, playful smirks filled with secrets only you two knew. It was like déjà vu, smacking you in the face, your breath leaving your body with a deep whoosh, feeling empty yet full at the same time.

“Y/n?” Lando prodded.

You blinked, finally tearing your gaze away from the Ferrari driver, feeling sick, yet also tingly in your chest, a feeling you thought had long diminished since you and Charles ended.

“What?” you asked distractedly.

Pierre and George shared a look, raised eyebrows, and you narrowed your eyes.

“Are you dating anyone?” Lando repeated.

Your throat closed up, eyes darting to Charles again. He seemed almost eager to hear your answer, leaning forward slightly, eyes trained on your figure. You looked at him and you saw his pleading gaze, his hopeful posture, like he was waiting for you to say yes, a promise to him that you were still something, that you would be something in the future.

You felt your heart break a little as you looked away, back at Lando.

“No, no I’m not.”

The sound of a chair clattering backwards took your attention, everyone turning to Charles storming out of the room, hands curled into fists. He sent a glance to you, eyes angry, yet just a cover for the hurt underneath that only you seemed to be able to see, before he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

It was silent for a moment after Charles’ sudden departure, no one really sure what to say. You just prayed they didn’t make the connection between why he was angry, and tried to ignore the heavy guilt weighing you down.

“What was that about?” George asked, eyes fixed on you.

Fuck he knew. Or at least knew something.

You swallowed thickly, shrinking under his scrutinising gaze. “I don’t know.”

“He’s been having a hard time lately,” Pierre said quietly. “I think it may have something to do with his dad…. Or Jules. He hasn’t been like this since then.”

The conversation turned towards Charles instead of you, fortunately, but what wasn’t fortunate was the crushing guilt you now felt, feeling as if it was ripping you apart. Were you the reason Charles was hurting this much? For Pierre to compare it to the loss of his father, of Jules… it made you feel shit. So fucking shit. Especially because you’d always slightly regretted the decision of choosing your career over him, because no matter how much you loved driving, it could never give you the same thrill that Charles did.

And to now know he was grieving you? Well, it was safe to say you’d never hated yourself more than right now. Would you go back and change things if you could? You weren’t sure. All you could do to comfort yourself was remembering it was for a reason. To protect your career. It wasn’t all for nothing.

At that moment, your phone gave a little ping as a notification went through. As did Lando’s, and George’s, and Pierre’s.

A strange feeling of dread filled you at the sound, and as you took out your phone, you realised you had a right be dreadful, because one look at the screen was enough to make you want to bolt out the room, the little news bar lighting up your phone like a neon sign screaming, ‘you fucked up’.

Y/n L/n and Charles Leclerc previously involved in romantic relationship confirmed

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like there was something heavy sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Everything around you became blurred, irrelevant compared to the big fuck up on your screen. You were distantly aware of Lando’s worried voice, Pierre’s hand on your back.

None of it mattered. All you could think about was Charles. You’d left him, left the life you had with him, ruined your relationship and any shred of happiness between you two to protect your career. Your precious career, like a baby to you, your whole life, the reason you walked away from the possible love of your life. And for what? For fucking nothing.

It was all for nothing.

#fanfiction #fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfiction #f1 grid x reader #peirre gasly #lando norris #george russell #lando x reader #formula one #formula 1

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simp-and-shift · 1 year

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Max x supermodel!reader who is also the sister of Pierre. So they started dating during Pierre's time at Red Bull and he and Max are still good friends.

photo dump family: instagram au

paring: max verstappen x gasly!reader

sorry it's a little short, hope you enjoy!

y/n_gasly

y/n_gasly: double header photo dump

tagged: pierregasly, maxverstappen, and f1

pierregasly: no yuki???

y/n_gasly: i have none, i apoligize to the photo dump gods

user3: your dress is so cute

user4: y/n always feeding us max content

maxverstappen: 💓

maxverstappen: are you required to post photo dumps to be a gasly

y/n_gasly: yes pierregasly: yes

maxverstappen

maxverstappen: so proud! 👏

tagged: y/n_gasly

pierregasly: amazing 🙌

user3: looks so good 🔥

y/n_gasly: thanks maxy

y/n_gasly

y/n_gasly: another weekend on the top step! congrats maxy!

lilymhe: why do you have so many passes 😂

y/n_gasly: the peirre get sad if I'm at redbull all day and max gets sad if I'm at alpha-turi all day 🫠

maxverstappen: thanks lovely

user7: so cute 😍

maxverstappen

maxverstappen: a moment of calm before the new season

tagged: y/n_gasly

y/n_gasly: when did you take that photo 😂

maxverstappen: you fell asleep like 2 minutes in 😂

pierregasly: don't get eaten by shark

user2: adorable

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc #max verstappen #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #f1 instagram au #instagram au

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Running from the Flames {26}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. F1 Masterlist || Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

The last two hours were almost more nerve wracking than all of Pierre’s races combined and my knee bounced in the uncomfortable chair. The sterile surgical waiting room set me on edge, the smell of disinfectant reminding me of my own time spent on the ward. My cuticles hated me as I picked at them and I turned my phone upside down so I didn’t see it constantly lighting up with the text messages coming in asking for an update.

“Miss Vowles?” the administrator asked, disturbing the silence. “Mr Gasly is being moved to recovery, if you’ll follow me you can wait for him there.”

I rushed after her and her bright pink crocs with paw patrol pins that squeaked with every step on the vinyl floor. Addie would have loved the shoes and wanted her own pair so I was glad she was staying with Pascale. She had begged and pleaded to come, throwing herself to the ground with a mega tantrum that was rare for her, but she would have been bored waiting around the hospital and then probably been more upset seeing Pierre waking up from the operation.

The doors to the recovery room opened and my breath rushed out in relief as I saw Pierre on the gurney that was being rolled towards me. He was barely away, bleary eyes blinking slowly open and shut above his swollen cheeks as the orderly locked the wheels and left.

“Hey baby,” I murmured softly as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Green irises peeked out of his heavy eyelids and he looked around before they landed on me. “Where’s Sydney?” he slurred.

The nurse had warned me that he might be a little confused as the anaesthetic wore off but it was still a surprise. “Adelaide’s waiting at home with your mum.”

He tried to shake his head but ended up groaning in pain. “I know that, where’s our son?”

My heart skipped a beat and I didn’t know what to say since he obviously wasn’t thinking clearly. “That’s the drugs in your system, love. We don’t have a son.”

His brows pinched and his fingers reached for mine so I took his hand, careful to avoid the IV that was still there. He traced the engagement ring he had given me only a few days ago and the glazed look in his eyes started to clear. “We should,” he murmured. “Doesn’t have to be a son, another daughter would be amazing too.”

“I should be recording this so you can have a laugh when you sober up later,” I teased and kissed his forehead. “Would you really name your son Sydney?”

“Or Darwin, maybe Bathurst. Uh, Toowoomba?”

“That sounds like a knock-off robot-vacuum,” I said through the laughs that I tried to keep quiet so the nurses didn’t growl at us. “You will never be allowed to name any of our children.”

“You said ‘children’, plural, I like the sound of that.” He shifted on the bed and patted the space he made so I could climb into his arms. I had to force myself not to stroke his face, such a habitual act that was difficult to break but I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.

For months he had been avoiding this surgery so he could finish the season without having to miss a race. The teething gel had worked enough that he made it to the end and Alpine had finished fourth in the Constructors Championship, something everyone had been absolutely thrilled about. Otmar was already talking about being on the podium for next season - now that he had the big cash injection from Granny to fund better technology on par with Red Bull, Astin Martin and Mercedes.

Now that Peirre had all his wisdom teeth removed he would be able to concentrate on that dream even more.

I giggled quietly as Pierre drifted back off to sleep and a small line of dribble ran down his numb lips. I was careful to avoid his swollen jaw as I wiped it away for him, but not before I took a selfie with him first. He had more than enough embarrassing photos of me on his phone, it was about time I had one of my own.

His power nap didn’t last long as a nurse came around to check on him and he woke up with a confused look on his face when he saw we weren’t in our bed at home. “Ow,” he grumbled as he buried his head in my neck and away from the bright lights. “Did you use your right hook on me?”

The information booklet that the surgeons had given him after his consultation before we left for Abu Dhabi had warned him that he would have tenderness for a couple of weeks and couldn’t do any vigorous exercise until the stitches were gone. That was the biggest reason he hadn’t had the troublesome teeth removed mid-season.

“No, I save my punches for assholes that deserve it,” I murmured as I stroked his back soothingly.

“That’s my girl.”

“Do you want a drink? The nurse said when you pee then we can go home.”

He nodded more out of wanting to go home not because he was thirsty and I winced at the pained sound he made when trying to swallow. I took the cup away and used another napkin to dab the drops that clung to his lip as he tried to get comfortable again.

“I hate seeing you in pain,” I whispered, knowing the next week was going to be the hardest.

“Then let me distract you,” he whispered back.

“Pierre,” I warned as his hand disappeared under the thin sheet. “Behave yourself.”

“I can never behave with you around.”

The telltale squeaks of the nurse's shoes approached and I pulled his hand back over my waist just as the curtain was pulled open. She didn’t look too impressed at both of us being in the bed still but it was a private hospital and we were paying more than enough to be granted the small comfort.

“How are you feeling, Mr Gasly?”

“Been better, but ready to get out of here.”

She nodded and pointed to the other side of the room. “Bathrooms are through that door. I’ll prepare your discharge papers.”

Not wanting to stay a minute longer, he grabbed the cup of water and chugged it down despite the ache each swallow made. “Ah, that tastes disgusting.”

I hopped off the bed so he could get up and he looked down at the hospital gown with distaste making me laugh. “You make it look good, I promise.”

His feet were unsteady as they touched the cold floor and I wrapped my arm around his waist when he started to sway. “Why is there a breeze at the back?”

I looked behind him and had to stifle a giggle as I closed the back of the gown that had come open to show off his ass. “Maybe they got your surgery mixed up and gave you a colonoscopy as well.”

“No, no. No more hanging out with my brothers,” he said as he shuffled along. “Phillipe said the same thing, that I would wake up with bottom surgery.”

“Oh, babe,” I burst out laughing, “that’s not what you think it is.”

His brows furrowed together. “Wait, what?”

“I’ll tell you later.” I opened the bathroom door and he froze as we crossed the threshold.

“You can wait outside,” he said quietly as he tried to step away but his legs were like jelly.

“Pierre, we are getting married, I held your head over a sick bowl when you had that tummy bug and I have brought you toilet paper when the roll ran out more times than I can count. I think I can handle seeing you pee.” I closed the door behind us as his face turned red. “Don’t be embarrassed. You are always taking care of me, it’s about time you let me take care of you.”

“Fine, but don’t look,” he ceded as you helped him stand up straight and turned your head away.

“Don’t worry about me, just focus so we can get out of here before Nurse Ratched comes back.”

Pierre managed a smile when we got home and Addie came running out of the house like she hadn’t just seen him that morning.

“Careful, sweetie,” I warned as he picked her up and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck before she tried to kiss his cheek. “Daddy’s face is sore and he needs to rest.”

“I can share Mr Snuggly,” she offered before climbing down and taking his hand to lead him to the living room. She didn’t even let me touch her favourite teddy that she had snuggled with since she was a newborn. “He’ll make the ouchies go away.”

While they went and got comfortable on the couch for a very lazy week planned ahead, I grabbed the bag of pain medication the doctor had prescribed and caught Pascale up on how it all went.

“Can you believe he kept his teeth they pulled out?” I asked with a cringe that she mirrored, shaking her head at her son.

“As long as he doesn’t show me them, or hide them around the house like he did when he was a boy, then he can do as he pleases.” She closed the car for me and laughed at the incredulous look I gave her. “I love my sons but boys keep you on your toes. How is the wedding planning going? Pierre said you were looking at a spring wedding.”

“Winter just wouldn’t work unless I want to hobble down the aisle, and Pierre is too impatient to wait until summer.” I smiled at the thought of the many ideas we had talked about in the last week. If he had his way we would already be hitched but I wanted to wait until mum had time to process the adoption papers and we could both become Gasly’s at the same time. “We are actually looking at having it in Australia since there is a free weekend between the Jeddah and Melbourne race. But nothing is set in stone yet, we really should get a wedding planner to sort it all out.”

“Ask the girls in the group chat, I’m sure they have someone to recommend.”

It was no secret that the drivers had a WhatsApp chat group but few people knew about the one for the WAGs. “How do you know about that?”

Pascale laughed and waved her hand. “Back in my day we used the party line then email came along.”

“What's the party line?”

“Oh, don’t make me feel any older than I already feel. Just ask the girls.”

“Considering Kevin and Sergio are the only ones married I’m not sure how much help they will be.”

“Doesn’t stop them from dreaming, darling. I should get going but call me if you need anything and Pierre’s favourite soup is in the fridge.” I followed her inside and she grabbed her handbag off the side table in the living room before kissing Pierre on the head as she passed the back of the couch then rubbed Addie’s back where she was curled up into his side. “Bye, my sweet, I love you.”

“Love you too, grand-mére,” she replied, barely tearing her eyes away from the movie they had chosen.

“Bye, ma,” Pierre said with a sleepy wave before he tipped his head back and closed his eyes.

I walked Pascale out to the security gate and kissed her cheek, offering once again to drive her home but the afternoon was serene and the walk home wasn’t far. Pierre was still awake, just, when I got back inside and I massaged his shoulders as I stood behind him. “Stay awake for a minute, you’re due some medication.”

I grabbed the bag of supplies from the pharmacy and tipped them onto the coffee table so I could see what was what. One box was an anti-inflammatory, another was a pain killer, there was a large bottle of mouth rinse and the last box was the refill for my birth control. Pierre leaned forward to check the labels since he could be randomly tested for drugs through the off season and didn’t want to take anything that could show up.

His fingers grabbed the smallest box and turned it over to see my name on it. He stared at it for a minute, idly tapping it against his leg. “It felt so real.”

“What did?” I asked as I cracked two painkillers out of the blister back and went to get him a bottle of water.

“Sydney,” he murmured as I put the pills in his hand and went to take the box back but his fingers closed tightly around it. “I can still remember how it felt holding him, I can still hear his cries. What if…” He bit his lip and looked up from the box that held him fixated, his eyes clear and bright. “What if you don’t take these?”

Click here for chapter twenty seven.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover

#pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #running from the flames

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mymansdanny3 · 2 years

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CHAMPIONS

daniel ricciardo x fem!driver

|chapter 2|

lara put on her earrings then took a step back to look at herself,she was getting ready to go to the party lando had offered her to go to

she had put on a white short and backless dress on with a pair of red jordan’s on her feet.

“okay so do you like it” lara said into the phone

“yessss dude you look breathtaking” said linda with a slight laugh

“okay shakespeare” said lara laughing back

“stfuuu”

“okay i have to go linds but i’ll definitely send you pictures”

“yes you better,okay bye now have funnn”linda said pressing on the n

“byee”

lara grabs her purse and takes a quick last look at herself,then walks out the hotel room.

she goes down to find the one and only pierre gasly standing in the lobby

“hi lara what you doing here,i thought you’d be at the party by now”

“no i’m a tad bit late aren’t i” lara replied back with a nervous smile

“we both are” “hey you wanna go together” said pierre back to back

“yes yes pls thank you”

“the pleasure is all mine” said pierre while extending his arm,lara grabbed it and they walked off and into pierre’s team car

they arrived after a car ride full of getting to now eachother

they had walked into the flan and immediately saw the other teams and drivers, they all looked confused on why you guys had came together but you two brushed it off

pierre had walked of to see yuki and charles,lando immediately coming up to you

“hi laraa i’m so happy to see you here, didn’t think you’d make it”

“i’m so sorry for being late lando”

“no no it’s all good dw bout it” he said with a soft smile

“hey what’s up you guys” had said a 3rd person, you looked to the right and saw the one and only,honey badger, you smiled immediately at the sight of him

“oh hi daniel”

“hi daring” “your dress is absolutely beautiful, so are you i mean” he said with a slight smirk on his face

he made you blush hard and you had turned red

“thank you daniel, you look very handsome yourself” lara threw back at him, no he turned a slight rose himself

she was significantly shorter than him so he had to look down at her and that look made her turn into mush

“so are u ready to start your season” he asked

“yes so very ready” she answered

he looked at her and just couldn’t hold back his smile, she couldn’t either

they were interrupted by tiki and pierre, the moment they had come daniel wrapped his arm around her waist and looked annoyingly at peirre, she noticed that and she noticed that ther might be a hinge of jealousy in his eyes too but maybe she was just imagining it

“hey y’all�� said peirre

“hiii” said yuki with a wave

“hi guys nice to see you” lara replied to both men infront of her

“ya ya hey” said daniel with a slightly yet not very noticeable annoyed tone

“how’s everyone’s night”

“it’s really nice im so excited for the quail tomorrow” lara said back to yuki

they all nodded and moved on to the next conversation as more drivers came and surrounded them.

the night went on with more dancing but no drinking since they had quali in the morning the next day

daniel and lara had danced all night, refused to leave her side he continued to flirt and keep his hand on her waist and or shoulders at all times

lara had felt so protected in daniels arms and didn’t wanna leave his side either

the night had come to an end and all the drivers and teams had started to leave

“hey you wanna leave with me?” daniel asked lara

she couldn’t say no “yes i’d love to, but wait let me let pierre know” he nodded slightly not liking your mention of him

you walked away to go find pierre

“hey pierre i’m leaving with daniel if that’s alright” “yes ofc it’s alright, have fun” he said back with a wink and lara blushed heavily

she walked back to him

“well shall we go then, sir ricciardo” she said with a fake british accent

“yes we shall, madame”

| AUTHORS NOTE|

hihihi guys so i hope you like this, i’m sorry if the writing isn’t the best i’m working on it🥲😅but anyways here’s what lara was wearing for inspo

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