girl I absolutely need to see Little Leclerc with Kika and Pierre
Trio (YL & KG & PG)
Kika and Pierre won't ever hesitate to show the world that "Yes, we are in love with Yn." That's just a fact.
Our poor babygirl has no clue that the couple is in love with her. She excuses everything they do with "oh, they are such great friends", "Kika helps all of her girl friends change their clothes", "Pierre is French, of course he kisses all of his friends."
They could even look Yn in the eye and tell her they are in love with her, and she would just be like "Oh, I love you too, guys 😊"
Both Pierre and Kika love to spoil Yn in their own ways.
There is nothing in the world that makes Pierre happier than knowing his girls are spending his money to treat themselves. When Pierre knows Kika is going shopping with Yn, he always passes his girlfriend his credit card without a second thought.
Kika, on the other hand, is more on the touchy side. Brushing Yn hair, doing her nails, giving her facial treatments, going to the gym with Yn and using every opportunity to 'correct' Yn posture, giving Yn massages and so on.
Kika always wants Yn to feel comfort when she is staying at their apartment. Pierre and Kika even changed the guest room into Yn bedroom (although they always convince her to sleep in their bed).
So one warm summer day, Yn and Kika were outside on the balcony (that was blocked in a way to have pirvacy) and they were tanning outside. When Yn was complaining about tanning-lines and how "it always looks weird when I want to wear my favourite top", Kika quickly suggested that Yn should just take off her bikini top.
Yn was very hesitant at first. But Kika quickly assured her that friends do this all the time and besides "we are best friends, no? There is nothing to hide. I can even help you with the sunscreen."
When Yn asked about Pierre coming home, the only answer she was giving is that "Pierre won't mind. Trust me."
Feeling reassured, Yn took off her top with a second thought. Kika was starstruck, looking at the beautiful girl in front of her. When she sae Yn reaching for the sunscreen, Kika insisted that she help Yn to make sure she doesn't forget a pitch of skin.
And true to Kikas words, Pierre certainly didn't mind to see hsi girlfriend along with the girl they love shirtless on their balcony, cuddled close to one another.
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
Other drivers: Radio Check | Masterlist
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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
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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 ❤️
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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
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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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pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: jus fluff, play fighting, ignore any & all dates
summary: in which your brothers (especially one in particular) think they have a stake in your dating life
a/n: i loveee leclerc!reader fanfics & protective brothers so this is a smash for me
request!!!: a smau where reader is charles sister and he discovers she is dating pierre from paparazzi photos and he goes fully protective older brother mode but in the end he is happy for them
my masterlist
fc: various brunettes from pinterest
instagram ->
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ynleclerc hiiiiii
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user1 hiii y/n
user2 hi y/n we miss you!
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user3 the second pic ! ! ! !
user4 stop soft launching we wanna know who it is now xx
charles_leclerc you & me both...
user5 CHARLES?!
alexandrasaintmleux y/n! i miss you please let's do lunch soon
ynleclerc im there 🥹🫶
user6 soso cute
yourbff my beauty
ynleclerc love you
lilymhe ur too good at being cool
ynleclerc want some lessons? (im just desperate to hang out with you)
lilymhe please! (me too i miss you)
user7 WAG BFFSSSS
user8 y/n is so cool i wish i was her
arthur_leclerc where even are you right now
ynleclerc only paris
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f1gossip pierre gasly spotted in public with y/n leclerc for the second time this week at the french open... is it just me or do they look pretty cosy together?
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user14 they're cute but im scared
user15 arthur in the likes loooool
user16 Y/N HIDE!!!!
user17 PIERRE HIDE
user18 omg they're so cute
user19 they dont gaf about hiding 🙈
charles_leclerc Y/N TEXT ME BACK
arthur_leclerc this isnt her post cha
charles_leclerc @.ynleclerc text me back.
ynleclerc 😊
user20 HAHAHAHA
user21 free her omg
user22 i hope at least arthur will protect y/n 🫡
arthur_leclerc nah im staying out of this one.....
user23 ARTHUR!! HELP OUR GIRL
arthur_leclerc she did this to herself unfortunately
ynleclerc my phone is staying on sleep mode & we're fleeing the country as i type this
charles_leclerc y/n where are you i just arrived in paris
ynleclerc 🫡 goodbye all
user24 screaming
user25 not all this on an f1 gossip page HAHAH
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pierregasly posted a story
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arthur_leclerc oh this is bold
pierregasly scared for my life lowkey
user26 oh u guys r too cute together
user27 wish i could see ur dms rn
user28 i wouldnt wish to be u guys rn 😭😭
alexandrasaintmleux just for the record, i support you guys 🫶
pierregasly needed to hear this, thanks
user29 she looks soo happy
user30 obsessed with u guys together actually
lorenzotl sorry about charles
pierregasly 👍
charles_leclerc count your days, gasly
ynleclerc 📍 valencia
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ynleclerc holiday, continued
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user31 ugh she's living my dream
user32 hard launch?
user33 oh her brother's are gonna love this 😂
user34 charles hasnt even liked
alexandrasaintmleux u with the kitty 🐈 wouldn't expect any less
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user35 obsessed w alexandra ignoring her bf's drama
lorenzotl hope you're enjoying 🏝️
ynleclerc the peace & quiet? absolutely
lorenzotl come home soon please
ynleclerc 🤔
user36 hahaha he's begging
user37 i jus know charles is insufferable rn
arthur_leclerc cue charles in 3, 2, 1...
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charles_leclerc lovely! now call me back
charles_leclerc if you have time to instagram you can text me back!!!
charles_leclerc y/n?
ynleclerc dont worry cha, im safe 🫶
charles_leclerc proof please.
user38 wait why is this kinda cute...
pierregasly ❤️
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charles_leclerc STAY AWAY FROM HER
user39 ...nvm
pierregasly 📍 brussels
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pierregasly what the lady wants, the lady most certainly gets
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user40 the third pic omg
user41 charles is not going to be happy.....
user42 SHE LOOKS SO HOT THO
yukitsunoda0511 very bold
pierregasly too bold?
yukistunoda0511 i'll let charles be the decider of that...
flavy.barla oh y/n is so beautiful <3
pierregasly i know right?
ynleclerc oh im blushing now 🤭
user43 oh to be y/n
user44 giggling at this post & im not even y/n
user45 same omg even jus the caption ...
user46 this is soo pinterest mood board
yourbff holiday goals (gf goals)
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landonorris 👀
ynleclerc THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES
landonorris 👀
pierregasly lando, no.
landonorris 👀
ynleclerc im calling charles
landonorris WAIT NO
lorenzotl oh no
arthur_leclerc run, hide, take cover, etc. etc.
charles_leclerc what the
charles_leclerc WHAT IS THIS
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user47 sooo cute
user48 favs omg i love their friendship
user49 is y/n back in monaco!! 👀
user50 & where is charles hahah
arthur_leclerc is y/n home and hanging out with you first?
alexandrasaintmleux ...no comment
arthur_leclerc oh charles is gonna be happy 😃
charles_leclerc ????
alexandrasaintmleux salut mon amour 🥰
charles_leclerc return my sister to me please
alexandrasaintmleux oui oui she's coming home 🫣
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ynleclerc 📍 monte carlo
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ynleclerc balance has been restored ✨
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user51 the second pic ahahahah are they being held hostage
ynleclerc you cant see her but alex is off camera with a gun
user52 omg y/n 😭😭😭
yukitsunoda0511 so no more comment section arguing? 🤨
ynleclerc this i can't guarantee unfortunately
yukitsunoda0511 oh dont worry, we all love the drama
ynleclerc 🤨
user53 HAHAH one of us one of us
user54 i actually love them together
user55 TOO CUTE
user56 forever a ferrari girl omg🥹🥹🥹
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alexandrasaintmleux finally 💞
ynleclerc you're telling me !!!
user57 sisters in law🥹🫶✨
arthur_leclerc disappointed. i love when you & charles are arguing
ynleclerc pot stirrer.
charles_leclerc very mature of you art.
user58 hahah how often do they argue omg
charles_leclerc i guess ur still my favourite sister
ynleclerc im ur only sister
charles_leclerc so?
ynleclerc i should always be ur favourite sister
charles_leclerc well sometimes you arent
lorenzotl ENOUGH PLEASEE!!!!
user58 HAHAH arguing again omg
user59 the most sibling siblings i've ever seen
pierregasly love you & your (crazy) family 🩷
ynleclerc love you for accepting me & all my baggage 🫣🫶
pairing: pierre gasly x fem!reader
summary: lights, music & FINALLY he admits it.
wc: 1.1k
The air in the club was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, spilled champagne, and the electric hum of anticipation. The bass was a physical force, thrumming through the soles of your shoes and vibrating in your chest.
Pierre was a golden blur beside you. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to be dangerous, and the strobe lights caught the fine shimmer of gold glitter that had somehow migrated from your dress to his neck and jawline. He looked devastatingly handsome, his eyes blue and focused as he leaned in to speak over the roar of the music.
"You're not even listening to the music!" he shouted near your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
"I'm trying to survive the crowd, Pierre!" you laughed, stumbling slightly as a group of revelers pushed past.
Pierre’s hand shot out, steadying you by the waist. He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled you into the small, private space between his body and the velvet-lined edge of the VIP booth. The proximity was sudden and overwhelming. You could see the individual flecks of gold on his skin, the way his pupils were dilated under the neon lights.
The friendship of the last two years felt like it was fraying at the edges. Every "accidental" touch, every lingering look, every late-night phone call—it was all condensed into this one, humid moment.
The DJ’s voice cut through the track, booming over the speakers.
"Paris! Thirty seconds to the New Year!"
The crowd erupted. People began to surge toward the floor-to-ceiling windows to see the distant silhouette of the Eiffel Tower. But Pierre didn't move. He kept his back to the window, his world narrowed down entirely to you.
"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping below the noise, though you heard him perfectly.
"Ten!" the crowd screamed.
He stepped closer, his thumb brushing a stray streak of glitter from your cheek. His expression was no longer playful; it was intense, raw, and undeniably certain.
"Nine! Eight!"
"I spent the whole year waiting for the right moment," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your head.
"Seven! Six! Five!"
You looked up at him, your heart hammering a rhythm faster than the techno beat. "Pierre?"
"Four! Three!"
He leaned down, his lips inches from yours, his gaze locking onto yours with a possessive heat that made your knees weak.
"Two! One!"
“Midnight’s mine,” he growled softly against your lips just as the first firework exploded over the Seine. “And so are you.”
He crashed his lips against yours the moment the clock struck twelve. The world outside dissolved into a symphony of light and sound, but all you knew was the taste of champagne and Pierre, the feel of his hands tangled in your hair, and the realization that the "just friends" era was officially, spectacularly over.
The club was still roaring behind you as Pierre led you out onto the quieter, colder edge of the terrace. The Parisian wind was a shock to the system, but Pierre’s arm was a heavy, warm weight around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill.
He stopped you against the stone railing, the city of lights spread out like a map of possibilities below you. He looked down at his shirt, finally noticing the dusting of gold across his chest.
"I think you’ve branded me," he teased, though his eyes were still burning with the same intensity from the countdown.
"It suits you," you whispered, reaching out to straighten his collar.
Pierre caught your wrist, kissing the inside of your palm. "I meant what I said, Y/N. No more 'maybe next time.' No more waiting. I want everything."
"Everything?"
"The races, the travel, the quiet mornings in Milan," he listed, his voice serious. "I want you there for all of it. As mine."
You smiled, pulling him back down for a slower, softer kiss that tasted of new beginnings. "Happy New Year, Pierre."
"It's the best one yet," he promised.
The light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Pierre’s apartment was pale and cool, the kind of soft blue that only exists on the first day of the year. Outside, the streets of Paris were uncharacteristically quiet, the city sleeping off its collective hangover.
You shifted under the heavy duvet, the silk sheets cool against your skin. As you moved, you noticed a faint, shimmering trail on the white pillowcase.
Glitter.
It was everywhere. It was on the sheets, it was stuck to your collarbone, and as you turned your head, you saw it was dusted across Pierre’s cheekbone like a war prize from the night before.
Pierre was still asleep, his breathing deep and even. Without the sharp lines of his designer suits or the intensity of a race helmet, he looked younger, his features softened by sleep. One of his arms was thrown over your waist, anchoring you to him as if he were afraid you’d disappear the moment the sun came up.
You reached out, your fingers hovering just above the gold flecks on his skin. Before you could touch him, his eyelashes fluttered, and his blue eyes opened.
It took him exactly two seconds to remember. A slow, sleepy smirk spread across his face—the look of a man who had won exactly what he’d set out to get.
"Good morning," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of the night’s shouting over loud music.
"Happy New Year, Pierre," you whispered.
He didn't say it back immediately. Instead, he pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin and sighing into your hair. "I was worried I dreamed it. The club, the lights... the fact that I finally stopped being an idiot."
"You weren't an idiot," you teased, tracing a circle on his chest. "You were just taking the 'slow' in 'slow burn' very literally."
Pierre chuckled, the vibration rumbling through your chest. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression turning from playful to that same fierce sincerity you’d seen at midnight.
"No more slow," he promised, his thumb catching a stray piece of glitter on your lip. "I meant what I said. I’m not spending another year wondering 'what if.' From now on, you're the first thing I see every January first. D'accord?"
"D'accord," you breathed.
He leaned down, kissing you with a soft, lingering warmth that felt entirely different from the desperate heat of the club. It was steady. It was certain. It was the feeling of a long-awaited "lap one" finally beginning.
"Now," Pierre murmured against your lips, "about that glitter. I think I’m going to be finding it in my car until the summer break."
"Consider it a souvenir," you laughed.
"I’ll consider it a promise," he corrected, pulling the duvet over both of your heads to hide from the morning light.
Synopsis: When he is completely intoxicated by desire.
CHARLES LECLERC
Charles didn’t touch you all at once.
That was the problem.
He kissed slowly, deliberately, like he had nowhere else to be and all night to prove it. His hands stayed at your waist, thumbs pressing in as if memorizing the shape of you, his mouth lingering long enough to make you ache.
''I’ve been thinking about this all day'' he murmured, forehead resting against yours. ''About you.''
Each kiss followed the last with intent, unhurried, as if he were savoring something rare. Time blurred. The world narrowed to breath and warmth and the way his focus never drifted.
You teased him about it once, breathless.
''You’re taking forever.''
Charles smiled faintly, eyes dark.
''I know.'' He kissed you again, deeper. ''I don’t want to miss a single second.''
Hours later, when you were tangled together and the room felt impossibly warm, he finally whispered.
''I could stay like this all night.''
And you believed him.
PIERRE GASLY
Pierre was relentless not rough, not rushed just unyielding.
Every time you thought he was done, he wasn’t. Every time you relaxed, he pulled you back into his orbit with a look that said not yet.
''You’re unfair'' you laughed softly.
He kissed your jaw, slow and deliberate.
''You don’t know the half of it.''
Pierre’s attention never drifted. His focus was intoxicating like you were the only thing anchoring him to the present. He stayed close, voice low, murmuring praise that made your knees weak without ever crossing a line.
''I could do this forever'' he admitted quietly. ''I don’t get tired of you.''
When you finally collapsed against him, spent and smiling, he held you there, thumb tracing idle patterns.
''See?'' he whispered. ''I warned you.''
CARLOS SAINZ
Carlos kissed like a man who’d waited too long.
Not hurried, hungry.
His hands were everywhere without being inappropriate, his mouth tracing lazy paths that left you dizzy. He laughed softly against your skin when you gasped, clearly enjoying every reaction far too much.
''I don’t think I’m capable of stopping'' he admitted, voice warm with amusement.
You tugged him closer.
''Then don’t.''
Carlos rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded.
''That’s a dangerous thing to say to me.''
Time passed strangely measured not in minutes but in closeness, warmth, and the way he kept returning to you like he hadn’t had enough yet. Like one more moment might finally satisfy him.
It never did.
Later, when you were curled together and the room was quiet, Carlos smiled to himself.
Plot: There’s nothing more you love than cooking for your boyfriend, despite it being your day job
Warnings: Google Translate used, if i have Italian, French or Japanese readers please feel free to correct me in the comments or DM's!
"Do i have to cook us dinner again, babe its all i've done all weekend, today's my day off" you groan snuggling into him on the sofa. Today had been one of those days at work where you'd felt the heat, no pun intended.
It was a busy weekend afternoon shift that meant all kinds of people were coming to the restaurant you were working in. It was also an F1 weekend in Milan so it was very busy with lots of tourists and people on holiday so you were using all 6 of the languages you spoke throughout the night.
"Ah hello, how are you tonight" you smile at an English speaking family who'd come from the states. They had big grins and wanted an audience with the chef.
"You're the chef?" she asks looking over you. You smile with a small nod before she takes your doughy hand in hers.
"It was fabulous! Will you be here tomorrow, oh we want to come back and try more off the menu tomorrow!" she offers and your own grin widens.
"Amazing! Thank you guys and I'm glad you enjoyed it!" you nod before rushing off back into the kitchens.
Two hours later, two very rich Italian customers had come in, they were regulars in the restaurant and always asked for you to come out and serve their food.
"Grazie Mille, Y/N! Come sempre è spettacolare" They say speaking their usual Italian.
"C un onore cucinare per lei, signore!" you compliment, it was an pleasure to cook regardless of the customer but you'd always get satisfaction from regulars.
And then not even an hour later, Rosa one of the newer waitresses came running in looking rather flushed and embarrassed.
"Cosa c'è che non va, Rosa?" you ask the out of breath girl, concerned for her.
"Ci sono due clienti giapponesi, non posso prendere il loro ordine" she cries letting you know that she cannot communicate with the Japanese customers that just came in.
"I'll take the order!" you smile at her tapping her shoulder in a friendly manner before washing your hands and making your way out onto the dining floor.
You always loved coming out on the floor, you imagined it was how your boyfriend Pierre felt when he was walking through the paddock.
"Konnichi wa, watashi wa shev desu !" you introduce and they both look up at you in shock.
"Anata wa nihongo wa hanashi masu ka ?" the young girl asks making you nod, and crouch down leaning on the table.
"Hai watashi wa nihon de watashi no gijutsu wa manabi mashi ta" you explain that you'd actually studied in Japan learning to cook.
They ordered their food after you gave them your recommendations before a french couple called you over. You handed the pad to Rosa, asking her to call for you if they have any troubles.
"Bonjour comment ça va?" you offer to the three glaring French ladies.
"Votre uniforme est en désordre ! Pas professionnel !" she argues with a huff making you giggle a little, before poitning at your chef hat. She reddens as she realises whose she's insulted.
"Je suis désolé!" she apologises making you nod you head and let her know it's fine.
After that tiresome weekend, Pierre had the cheek to see if you were going to cook the pair of you dinner on a Monday night. That was definitely not happening.
"Please, your cooking is the best!" he demands with a groan, lazing against you on the sofa.
"Pierre! I've been on my feet all weekend, i don't even want to look in the kitchen right now!" you whine, looking down at him his face lifting off your chest to look at you.
"Wait, Yuki's coming tonight! We can force him to cook!" Pierre grins.
"Yuki's coming?" you exclaim sitting up looking round at the unkept house, showing that both you and you're boyfriend had had zero time over the race weekend to clean.
"Yeah, whats wrong with that? He always comes over!" Pierre asks and you nod.
"Yes he does but with notice, the house is a mess!" you cry looking around.
Pierre looked at you with an eyeroll, he looked at the house and didn't see anything wrong with it. Yeah there was a unfolded blanket on the armchair. Yes there was two coffee mugs that had been sat there sicne this morning but it was your home and you guys lived there ... there would be mess.
"It's Yuki, come on he basically lives here!" Pierre tries to reason.
"And you were going to try and force the poor boy to cook! You are a horrible person Pierre!" you cringe slapping his side before jumping up.
"Pierre!" you gasp as his arms come and wrap round your waist holding you still beside him.
"Don't go! Was so warm and comfy cuddling" he whines trying to pull you back on the sofa but you don't budge.
"No, need to clean Pierre!" you try and tell him, moving away starting to go around the living room. Pierre shortly joins you, not after a few grumbles of fake annoyance and pouts came from him.
After around an hour of you and Pierre cleaning up with music in the background a soft knock sounds of the living room door. Pierre kisses your forehead before running over to greet his friend.
"Hi!" Yuki grins, hugging Pierre before quickly getting off him and coming right for you. He pulls you into a huge hug before the yapping starts. Yuki was the biggest yapper you knew, once he started he wouldnt stop.
"So i wanted to try out this new dish, it looks so good and i think you did it at school and i was wondering if you'd help me. Obviously, you're probably so tired from working all weekend so we can do it a different time!"
"Yuki's its okay i'll help!" you smile softly but he shakes his head seeing how tired his eyes are.
"No no, let me and Pierre cook a meal for you. Promise it'll be good!" he says as he looks over at Pierre a grin on his face before he makes himself in your kitchen.
"Yuki! It's fine!" you run after him.
However, he didn't let up. Him and Pierre were in the kitchen, Yuki stealing your chef whites and starting up on a meal that he knew you'd appreciate.
"What wine does this call for Yuki!" you ask opening the cabinet where you stored it all.
"Mmmm white i think maybe a Pinot?" he says not looking over his shoulder as you go to your section of whites.
You guys talked about the race that had just been and the upcoming season. Yuki had cooked an incredible meal, with your boyfriend as his sous chef.
"Thank you for cooking guys!" you smile as you dig into the food.
"My best chef" Pierre grins looking over at you.
"Not me?" Yuki looks at him with an angry expression.
"Come on ..." he says as he gobbles the food him and Yuki prepared.
"It's your fault the food doesn't taste as good as it normally does, you are a horrible sous chef!" Yuki exclaims and you watch them both bicker as they also continue to eat the food prepared.
As exhausting as your job could be you wouldn't change the fact that it made you find people like these who you related too and bonded really well with.
This was your life and you were beyond satisfied.
y/user
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y/user: Yuki and Pierre cooked a meal for me after race weekend …
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pierregasly: if you get sick we blame it on Yuki 🧐
-> yukitsunoda0511: absolutely not!
-> y/user: Yuki’s food was incredible … yours on the other hand ✋🏻
-> pierregasly: OI 😡🤬
user1: wait Yuki looks so cute here!
user2: who is this girl?
user3: she’s like Pierre’s lowkey off the grid girlfriend 🥺 she’s a chef at a chain restaurant in Milan.
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Cooking for Yuki and Pierre, I think Yuki is jealous of my career … and talent 🍳👩🏻🍳🥘
summary: Pierre comes home to his girlfriend and newborn daughter after a long triple header.
warnings: none!
word count: 800 words
a/n: based on this request here! As always my requests are open and I love to get them! <3
my masterlist <33
The apartment was quiet, yet somehow felt homely as Pierre made his way into the home that he shared with you, and now with your latest edition; your daughter, Aurelie. You had given birth to her 3 weeks before the end of the season, and with Pierre almost halfway across the world in Las Vegas, you were terrified that he would miss the birth of your first born daughter. However, luckily, Jack had been on standby and ready to jump in should Pierre had to leave quickly to get on the first flight home to Milan.
He had gotten there just in time for you to start pushing, and see the birth of his daughter. It had been 3 weeks, and now the season had finally wrapped up and Pierre could spend time with you and your daughter. Locking the door behind him, he kicked his shoes off and placed them beside yours, leaving his backpack on top of his suitcase, all he wanted at this point was to be in bed with you and your daughter. However, as he made his way into your shared bedroom, he found you and Aurelie already asleep, with your daughter asleep on top of your chest.
"Shhh," You were half asleep, subconsciously running your hand up and down your daughter's small back to try and soothe her. You had just gotten her to sleep, and you hoped that your boyfriend's often unintentionally loud nature wouldn't wake her. "I just got her to fall asleep, please do not wake her up." You whispered, looking up at Pierre with pleading eyes. He smiled at you sadly, knowing that tonight the two of you wouldn't be sharing a bed.
Yet he understood. You had basically been alone with your newborn daughter for the past 3 weeks, dealing with her on your own without him there had to have been tiring, so he could imagine that you were wanting as full a nights sleep as possible. He smiled as he nodded, bending over so he could press a kiss to your lips, hoping to not be too destructive as to wake up your sleeping baby.
"Of course, Cherie, I will sleep on the couch for tonight," He placed his large hand on Aurelie's small back, placing it over the top of yours. "I can take the bedside cot and I can get up with her if she wakes up." He offered you, trying his best to relieve you in some way.
"Are you sure? You're just coming off of a long triple header, Pierre," You countered, sighing as he waved you off, offering to take your sleeping daughter from your arms and into his. "If you're sure." You carefully sat up so's not to disturb Aurelie, gently placing her into her father's arms. Thankfully, she settled into Pierre's hold and remained asleep. "'M sorry that the place is such a mess too, I've just been trying so hard to keep her settled and-"
"Please don't worry about it, amour, we can worry about that together tomorrow. You've done so much by carrying and bringing our daughter into the world, that is enough for me," He smiled at you softly, holding your sleeping daughter with on arm and quietly dragging the cot out to the living room, placing Aurelie into it before quickly heading back to your bedroom. "I love you so much, Y/N." He said quietly, noticing that you were very quickly falling asleep.
"I love you too, Pierre," You told him sleepily, dozing off as he sat beside you, holding your hand. "I'm so glad that you're home." You mumbled, a sleepy smile gracing your features as you fell asleep. He smiled as he kissed your cheek, quickly grabbing his pyjama bottoms as he changed quickly before Aurelie woke up and needed tended to.
Making his way out to the living room, he smiled, the glow of the moon cast a shadow of your small daughter's face, her face that was so similar to yours. If anyone asked him, he would say that you and Aurelie were the most beautiful girls he had ever seen - His two beautiful girls. He settled on the sofa, smiling as he reached out his hand to hold onto his daughters, her small hand wrapping around one of his fingers.
Even though he was exhausted from 3 weeks of constant travel and racing, being at home with the two of you, and he was sleeping on the couch, it all felt worth it. Even if it meant that he was waking up hours after he'd fallen asleep to feed Aurelie during the night.
