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 ↬ Theo Raeken (Teen Wolf)

Problem is, though, sooner or later, physical pain, it’s… It’s manageable. See, real pain is emotional pain. That is the kind of pain that lasts. 

La perdí sin saber que algún día la tuve.

— Anie Demon

Liked by Pierre Gasly

reqested by anon 70 “there are rumors about us” “i know i spread them”  30 “im not your friend im your boyfriend get it right”

“This actually hurts to watch mate” Charles’ voice dragged Pierre out of his trance of watching you across the paddock. “Huh?” The man asked not taking his eyes away from you, until Charles hit him, “What!” He snapped looking at his best friend. Who wore a smirk, “Just go talk to her.” Pierre scoffed turning his attention back to you, his jaw clenched seeing Daniel and Lando making you laugh, he knew you and Lando were friends but it doesn’t stop the feeling burning in his chest he almost has to physically hold himself in his chair when Lando reaches to touch you, Charles seeing this rolled his eyes.

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home - pierre gasly

summary: pierre is finally home from a long season

notes: SO FUCKIN FLUFFY… anyway my requests are open if you wantsies love yall

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I just don't like you anymore - Pt. 1

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader, Max Verstappen x Reader

Synopsis: You and Pierre are best friends, but then something changes and it's not just about your feelings for him.

Warnings: Pierre being an asshole to the reader and maybe a little toxic too. Inspired by "One Day" movie. A little smut. Mentions about masturbation. English isn't my first language, probably it contains some mistakes. I tried my best but if you want to correct or help me, you are welcome.

Pt. 2

Once you had watched this movie where the female protagonist said to his friend that although she loved him, she no longer liked him. Initially, you hadn't understood how someone could love a person but not like him or her anymore. It was a paradox for you. How was that even possible?, you thought. Unfortunately, now you understood really well what the girl felt.  You and Pierre have been friends – best friends, actually –, since you could remember. You have always supported each other, and you could define yourself as Pierre’s first and biggest fan. The F1 driver saw you as the sister he never had, and you could consider him as a brother… at least, in the past. In fact, Pierre was certainly many things, but you couldn’t see him like a brother anymore. Not since you have fallen in love with him. 

The truth was you have always loved Pierre Gasly. You simply didn’t know before. Or maybe it had been easier to think that you didn’t have feelings for him before, that you were “just” friends. But since you have been living together in his apartment, in Milan, things had been more complicated. Sure, you were used to spend a lot of time with your best friend but living together, although Pierre spent little time at home due his job and his lifestyle, was different. When he was home, he made sure to spend as much time he could with you. On the other side, you tried to go to as many races as you could to support him. So, you were pretty much always together and even though you loved his company and the fact that he was with you when he had some days off, you couldn’t deny that sometimes it was easier to have him kilometers away from you. You still missed him but at least you didn’t need to be careful with your words or actions.  In fact, you had lost count of all the times you had stopped to look at his lips, his muscular arms or his damn abs. Why did he have to be so beautiful?, you thought. It wasn’t all your fault, especially when he was used to walking around the house half naked thinking it didn’t affect you as it did with other girls. 

If when you were with him you needed to pay attention, when you were alone you were finally able to breathe. Not that you didn’t think about him, you still did, of course. But your thoughts weren’t the same as before anymore. In your thoughts – and also in your dreams – you didn’t see Pierre as your dear friend. You saw him standing between your legs while he was eating you out and making you come just with his tongue and his fingers inside you. When you woke up later, you were sweaty and even without checking, you knew your panties were wet.  The morning after the first time it had happened, it was hard to look at him as you had done before. You had blushed at the sight of him and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help but think of him while he fucked you with his mouth as he had done in your dream.  Although you had tried to resist the desire, soon from dreams you moved on to facts. One night, when he wasn’t home and you couldn’t sleep, you had started to touch yourself. Initially, you weren't thinking about him, you were just looking for getting some release in order to relax a little and be able to sleep. But then his image entered your mind, you started to get wetter and your fingers started to move faster. Even though you thought it was wrong and you were feeling dirty, you couldn’t stop. A few minutes later you came screaming loud his name. Then you had started to cry from the embarrassment you were feeling. Despite your reaction, that has become a habit. 

Pierre wasn’t a fool and always noticed when there was something wrong with you. That was why he had started asking you why you were acting strange lately. The poor guy thought he has done something wrong too. Actually, it was partly his fault, but you couldn’t say that to him. So, you blamed work and other stupid things but that there was nothing to worry about in the end. 

You were also jealous. It was new to you because you never experienced it before. You never had to. Pierre has always been handsome and he was a Formula 1 driver, so you were used to seeing girls around him all the time looking for his attention, his number or a chance to hook up with him. You never cared about that because he was just your friend and he could do whatever he wanted. But things have changed and you didn’t feel the same anymore. If before you felt sorry for them, now you were jealous of the girls that got actually a chance with him and the things they could do with him and that you couldn’t. At least, you were lucky enough to not see them with him. Despite being a public figure, Pierre liked to have some privacy and for this reason and because he didn’t want to disturb you, he never brought girls home. But this didn’t mean he didn’t talk about his achievements with you. He did but he didn’t know that by doing that he was hurting you. 

Even the fans weren’t helping. Since Pierre has been a F1 driver and because he has included you in his life right away, his fans knew about you. In the beginning, people thought you were dating but soon Pierre denied the rumors with words and facts. This didn’t stop his fans from seeing you as a couple. A lot of them would have liked that. Every time pictures of you were taken and posted on social media or magazines, there were many comments saying the same thing: 

“You are too cute to be ‘just friends’”

“You should be dating”

“No way they are just friends” 

“Look at the way they look at each other” 

“Be a couple now!” 

The same comments that made you smile and laugh a little once, now they were hurting you even more and made you realize that you wanted the same. Being with him. 

But that was before. Even though your feelings were still there, locked inside your heart, Pierre’s life has changed and him too.

Last year, after the sequence of events involving McLaren and Alpine, Pierre managed to get a seat in the French team. You were all on cloud nine and the driver was really optimistic about his choice. At the same time, you knew he was feeling a lot of pressure and was stressed out. He wanted to prove everyone wrong, just as Anthoine had told him years ago.   After the first tests, the car had proved to be really good but the real surprise arrived later when at the start of the season not only the car was fast and competitive, but Pierre had managed to win the first race. It had been spectacular. And from that moment things only got better for the driver and his career. He managed to win other races and when he didn’t, even so he was still on the podium or scored points. He was finally able to show his real talent, especially to Red Bull. 

Saying you were proud of him wasn’t enough and tried to help him as you could. That was why in the end you had decided to wait before confessing your feelings for him. He was totally focused on his career, and it didn’t seem the right moment. You didn’t want to distract him. So, you put your feelings aside, but you could never have imagined that Pierre would have done the same and put you aside instead. 

You knew he didn't do it on purpose, but success made him a different person. He didn't even realize it. When he wasn’t working, he was partying somewhere with a new girl or busy meeting new potential sponsors on luxurious yachts. He was never home, and he had less and less time to devote to the people who loved him and helped him so much, including you. 

At the beginning, you had justified him thinking it was normal but temporary due to the new circumstances. He is enjoying his success, he deserves it, you had said yourself. It will pass. That was moths ago.

He still invited you to the races or brought you to the parties. But you always ended up being alone or with someone else, while Pierre was too busy entertaining some model or influencer. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst always came later when in the middle of the night, while you were still awake in your bed waiting for him, you could hear the front door slam and then the moans and noises coming from his bedroom. While some random girl screamed his name, you spent most of the night crying silently. He never noticed the red eyes from crying and the fatigue on your face the next morning. 

He simply stopped noticing things about you, too focused on himself and his career to care about others. Or worse, he didn’t care about you anymore, you thought. Was this the cruel reality you didn’t want to see? You didn’t know what to think. The only thing you were sure of was that he wasn't the same Pierre anymore. At least, not the guy you knew and loved since you have been a child.

You were hurt. But it wasn’t just that, not anymore. There was more. You were mad at him too and didn’t know what to do or how to behave when you were with him. Sometimes you just wanted to scream at him, so you started to be less at home when he was there too.  You still went to the races but spent most of your time with the other drivers. After all, Charles, Daniel, Carlos and Lando were your friends too and you wanted to support them as well. You had never told them anything about your feelings for Pierre, but you had started to suspect that they might have understood something. Instead of saying something, they had stood by you, and you were grateful to them for that. And then, there was Max Verstappen. 

Everything had started a few weeks ago when you found yourselves at the same bar trying to drink the frustration away. You knew the reason why he was there instead of partying with the others. It was the night after the Grand Prix of Austria. That afternoon Max had lost the race against Pierre, his current rival in the championship. In addition to that, he had recently broken up with his longtime girlfriend, Kelly Piquet. In short, it wasn’t a good time for the two-time world champion. 

When he saw you, he was visibly annoyed by your presence, probably because you had reminded him of his enemy. You still sat next to him and ordered the same he was drinking, although you didn’t know what it was. 

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else celebrating your dear friend, Y/n?”, he said with a grin on his face. 

You would have wanted to say that you weren’t sure Pierre was still your friend. “I wasn’t in the mood tonight and it seems I’m not the only one”, you simply said, instead. 

He took a sip of his drink and then approached you. “Trouble in heaven?” 

What the hell… Did he know? Was your situation with Pierre that obvious?, you had thought.  

“I don’t know what you are talking about. And you certainly have more important things to worry about than me and Pierre. Or rather, you should only worry about the latter. Am I wrong?”, you provoked him. 

“So, why are you here?” he asked you ignoring you provocation. You didn’t answer him. You couldn’t lie to him. Kelly had left him, so he knew how it was to have your heart broken in pieces. He had already known the answer, the truth. You had seen in him the same pain you had been feeling. 

You certainly couldn't call yourself a fan of him and you despised Red Bull. The latter had treated Pierre poorly when he was Max’ teammate and you didn’t like his attitudes or his arrogance. But, while the latter were his fault, you couldn’t blame him for the way his team treated Pierre.

You realized you actually didn’t know Max Verstappen well enough to have an opinion about him. Was he just an arrogant boy who wanted to win at any cost or was there more? Maybe it was time to find out, you thought. 

The silence between you had been broken by the arrival of your drink. You had looked down and taken a sip. Then, you had finally spoke again. 

“I’m sorry about you and Kelly.” He seemed genuinely surprised by your words. 

“Yeah, it sucks, isn’t?” That time you didn't avoid his question or his stare. Instead, you looked at him straight in the eyes and nodded. There was no reason to lie because that night you two were the same: two broken souls who just needed a getaway from everyone and everything. 

But the alcohol wasn’t enough to do that. You needed something more. 

That night you hadn’t end up alone in your hotel room crying about Pierre. Instead, you ended up screaming Max’ name out loud. 

Since then, you and the Dutch man have started seeing each other more and more often, also between races. You weren't dating and neither of you was in love with the other. You were simply enjoying each other’s company, day and night, and over time you could say you were friends. In fact, in the end you had decided to give him a chance to know him better and much to your surprise, you started to like him. He was more than just his arrogance and confidence.

Even though both of you were discreet, you weren’t hiding your new relationship with the two-time world champion, so everybody knew about you. While others were shocked and confused, Pierre wasn’t clearly happy to see his best friend with his rival. But at the same time, he didn’t seem to care so much, and the truth was you didn’t care too. You liked Max’ company and his attentions and he was being more of a friend than Pierre had been lately. For the first time since ages, despite you were still in love with Pierre, you were happy again.  But Pierre did care and saying he was annoyed by the news wasn’t enough. The first time he saw you chatting and laughing in the paddock, he couldn’t believe his eyes.  For a second he thought he was dreaming. Unfortunately, it was more than real.  After the initial shock, the image of his best friend with his adversary had awakened something in him. He had so many questions on his mind. How long have you been seeing each other? Was that why you've been acting weird lately?, he wondered himself. But it wasn't just that. Jealousy and anger were devouring him. If he didn't like seeing you next to Max, not knowing what was really going on between you two was even worse. From the outside, you looked like just friends, but you were spending a lot of time with the Dutch man and only God knew what you did when no one could see. All those nights away from home, were you with him? Did you fuck? He couldn't help but think about it. The idea that Max could touch your naked body and taste you while he couldn’t was killing him. You were his best friend. You were his but day after day he felt you more and more distant. His rival was taking you away from him. How dare he?Maybe Max was doing all this on purpose to get revenge on him, Pierre thought. It made sense since Pierre was hindering Max’ dream of becoming a three-time world champion. He was using you to piss him off and distract him from the championship. It was the only possible explanation, Pierre thought. It had to be like that. Otherwise, the alternative – you two being in love with each other – was worse. 

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You were at a party after the Hungarian Grand Prix to celebrate. In view of the start of the summer break, everyone was happy, despite their results, but Max was ecstatic thanks to his victory in the afternoon. He couldn't have finished the first half of the season in a better way. He had regained confidence in himself and was singing “We are the champions” by Queens.  Pierre instead had unfortunately had a DNF and wasn’t at the party. You doubted he was in the mood to celebrate and that he would come later. You wondered if it was time to go to find him and see how he was doing. In normal times, you would have been with him now. In fact, things have been a little tense between you and Pierre. You were still avoiding him, even more after you had been seen with Max and you knew he had something to say about it. But that was the last thing you wanted. For this reason, you were spending little time with him and when you were together there were also other people around you, making hard for him to speak with you.  Despite everything, you still cared about him and couldn't help but worry. That was why you should have gone to see him, you thought. 

Max’ lips met yours, interrupting your thoughts and taking you by surprise. That was new to you. People naturally knew about you, even if they didn’t know what you were for sure, but you had never kissed in public before. You had been good at keeping up appearances and letting yourself go only in private until that moment.  It wasn't like Max to lose control like that but you liked this spontaneous side of him, seeing him free and happy. You knew there would have been consequences later but you still let yourself go by returning the kiss. You could feel the taste of alcohol on his lips and people staring at you. You didn't care

It hadn’t been a good day for Pierre. Not only he hadn't won but he hadn’t even finished the race and scored points. After the Grand Prix and his media duties, the French driver had gone to his hotel without seeing or speaking to anyone. There was only one person he wanted to see and it was you, but you didn't come. That was the thing that had hurt him most. Before, during and after a race you had always been there for him.  After a few hours, however, Pierre had decided to go to the party. Better than sitting in his hotel room, he thought. Plus, there was a good chance of meeting you there too and it was time for you two to have a conversation. He needed to open your eyes about Max.

While he was waiting for his drink, he looked around searching for you. He had seen some familiar faces, including many of his colleagues and friends, but there was still no sign of you. He was going to ask Charles or Sergio if they had seen you and Max. He took another look around and it was in that moment that he saw you kissing Max.

All his questions were answered. You were more than just friends. Pierre wasn’t stupid. He knew it was possible but he still had hope. And now the image of Max kissing you with so much passion was killing him more than his doubts. Ignorance is bliss, they say, Pierre thought.  The more Pierre watched you, the more he wanted to push Max away from you. He took a sip of his drink and then went straight to you and the Dutch. 

You didn’t understand what had just happened. Everything was going so fast. One moment you were kissing Max, the next you weren’t anymore. Pierre had separated you and was holding Max by the neck of his shirt. Although the music was loud, you could hear his words. 

“Keep your hands away from her! Wasn't it enough to win today? Do you want her too?”, Pierre screamed. 

The Dutch was surprised but not at all agitated, indeed he seemed amused by the situation. On the other side, you were furious. How did he dare to behave like that? He had ignored you for months and now he suddenly cared about you. At that moment a thought jumped into your head. Was Pierre jealous?, you thought. Or was he just annoyed? Maybe he really missed you. Or he just missed the attentions you gave him before. One thing was certain: you were confused.

Max’ answer interrupted your thoughts.

“You know, whoever wins takes it all”, he said with a grin on his face.

Oh no, this was not going to end well, you thought. 

Before the situation could get worse, the other drivers, who had witnessed everything, intervened to separate them.

Charles was screaming at Pierre. "Pierre, arrête! T'es fou, ou quoi? Calme toi!" (Pierre, stop it! Are you out of your mind? You have to calm down!) 

"Moi? C'est certainement pas moi le problème ici. T'as vu ce qu'ils faisaient?", Pierre said looking at you. (Me? I'm not the problem here. Have you seen what they were doing?)

He didn’t wait for Charles’ answer and approached you instead, without giving you the time to reply. “How can you kiss him? Can't you see he's just using you to get to me? Wake up!” 

His words hurt you and made you angry at the same time. You couldn’t believe your ears. Did Pierre really think you were so stupid? You thought your so-called best friend had a higher opinion of you. Yeah, sure, he wasn't wrong at all and you had to admit you thought the same in the beginning. In contrast to what Pierre thought, you knew who Max was too and after the many nights spent with the pilot, you had questioned him about his real intentions. When he had told you there was no evil plan going on against Pierre, you had sincerely believed him. Then, you weren't a helpless damsel who needed to be rescued. You had decided of your own free will to be with Max. If Pierre was bothered by you two, it was his problem, not yours.

Can't you see he's just using you to get to me?, you repeated his words in your mind. That was the problem. It was all about his hurt ego. About him. Then, you thought, he was right. How fool you have been to think he could be jealous or worried about you.  Who did he think he was? He was the last to speak. He had no rights, not anymore. You wouldn't have let yourself be humiliated by him. 

“Look who's talking. You sure know something about it, don't you? Because you are an expert in using girls, aren’t you?”. You took a break, then you continued still looking at him in the eyes.  “Have you already decided which one of these girls will you take home tonight? Who will be the unlucky girl?”

“What… What are you saying?” You could read the surprise on his face. He didn’t expect the conversation to fall back on him. “Wait, we are not talking about me, but you”

“Oh, that’s weird, because we have only talked about you lately. It’s always Pierre here, Pierre there.”

The other drivers were watching you in disbelief but you couldn't care less. Pierre seemed to have finally understood something, instead.

“So, is this it? Are you jealous? You are seeing him because I don't give you as much attention as I did before?” Now you were the incredulous one. You looked at him well hoping he was joking because he couldn’t be damn serious. If there was a fool in that room, it certainly wasn't you.

“No, the fact is you are boring, Pierre. You always talk about yourself. Ask them!”, you said pointing to your friends. But you didn’t give him the time to do that. “Do you really want to know why I’m seeing Max? While you were all focused on yourself, Max was there for me when I needed. Because not everything revolves around you, Pierre, and the truth is he has been a better friend than you have been lately”.

Those words hurt Pierre.

“Y/n, you know I have been busy with work recently. You can’t blame me.”

“I know, Pierre. I know you've been dealing with a lot of things since you joined Alpine. But, Pierre, it’s one thing to be busy with work, but quite another to party every night or not have time for the people you love.”

“Maybe if you didn't spend all your time avoiding me or with Max, we would have spent more time together, don’t you think?”, he said. 

You couldn't take it anymore. 

“Oh my God, Pierre, stop talking about him! Max is not the problem, okay? You are, we are. There were things I needed to talk to you about, about…”

You were a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness… And the fact that you were trying to hold back the tears wasn’t helping you. 

“About what?”

Here you were. That was your moment. You had two options: finally tell him about your feelings for him or walk away. Now or never, you thought.  

You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t find words. 

“Nothing, Pierre. I don't even know if it matters anymore”, you ended up just saying. You were exhausted and overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was maddening. You just wanted to scream and cry. The music had become deafening and you missed the air. Eventually you chose the second option. You left Pierre there and asked Max to take you away. The Dutch man, who had seen and listened to everything, said nothing but nodded. It was like that with him: no words were needed. Taking your hand and without saying goodbye, you headed towards the exit of the club. 

The cool night air had no effect on you. You still felt trapped. 

You were about to get in the car when you heard Pierre’s voice behind you. 

“About what?” He sounded broken and exhausted too.

You smiled at Max to reassure him. “Go ahead. I’ll just need a minute.”

“Are you sure?” He didn't seem happy about leaving you alone with the French driver. 

No, of course you weren’t, but you knew you needed a moment alone with Pierre. You couldn't escape forever. 

You nodded at Max who gave Pierre a warning look before getting into the car. 

You finally turned around and looked at him. There were so many things you wanted to tell, but in the end there was only one thing you needed to tell him, something that had always been there. But, first you hugged him without saying nothing, you just enjoyed the moment and the warmth of his body as you felt Pierre relax under your touch. Instead, you felt safe in his arms. You had missed his touch. You closed your eyes wishing to stay that way forever. But it didn’t. Filled with tears, you opened them. 

“Je t’aime, Pierre. Je t’aime tant”, you said in a broken voice. His grip grew stronger at those words. (I love you, Pierre. So much)

Meanwhile, you could hear Max had started the car and was ready to go. 

“Tu ne me plais tout simplement plus”, you continued, this time looking him in the eye. “Je suis désolée.” (I just don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry)

You were no longer able to stay there, so you did the only thing left: you got in the car leaving Pierre alone.

Without looking at Max, you said him you could leave.

After a few meters, you finally let yourself go to a desperate cry. 

Was really that the end between you and Pierre?, you thought.

We used to be close, but people can go

From people you know to people you don't

And what hurts the most is people can go

From people you know to people you don't

-People you know, Selena Gomez

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Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is always appreciated. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to write them and I will take into consideration. 

Pierre Gasly - Mexican GP 2022

Kristine Froseth as Marine Elise Durand in Birds of Paradise (2021, Dir. Sarah Adina Smith)

Me cansé de intentar, eso es todo.

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no te olvides que conocí lo peor de vos y jamás deje de pensar que fuiste lo mejor.

Y te quiero. Te quiero porque quererte me cura las heridas y hasta me desaparece cicatrices. Te quiero porque así el mundo me sabe a amor y la vida deja de doler. Te quiero porque quiero ser quien sane tu pasado y apacigüe lo que te lastime en tu futuro. Te quiero desde el infierno que a veces eres, hasta el cielo al que me llevas cuando tu cuerpo y el mío son uno solo. Te quiero aunque lo dudes. Te quiero aunque la manera en la que me conociste te diga otra cosa. Te juro que te quiero. Porque si no te quisiera, no hubiera enterrado mi vida antes de ti en un ataúd de olvido, para regalarte este presente mío que se está volviendo loco por tenerte, a lo mejor no para siempre, pero sí por lo que resta de esta vida y las que me queden, antes de que se me acabe de incendiar el corazón por todo lo que voy a amarte.

—Este texto no me pertenece, solo quiero compartirlo

“Nunca pude decirlo; tuve mil oportunidades y no lo hice. Ese maldito miedo de que no sintieras lo mismo. No me atreví, y ahora, vivo en arrepentimiento. Y no quiero seguir arrepintiéndome. No quiero que lo dudes nunca. Yo te amé, te amo y te seguiré amando, aunque ya no estés conmigo.”

— Laberinto de Ficciones

Ella ella ella ella ella ella ella. Pues ella no ha hecho el mínimo esfuerzo para estar contigo; mientras que yo soy capaz de hacer cualquier cosa para permanecer un poco más a tu lado.

😔

-Samth A

“A pesar de todo, yo te deseo lo mejor del mundo siempre.”

—

“Aunque lo niegue,

todavía quiero volver a verte,

o quizá,

todavía quiero

verte

volver.”

¿Cómo hacer para volver como éramos antes?.

Si usted me hizo algún tipo de daño por favor no intente ser mi amigo, se lo agradezco; quizás mucho lo llamen inmadurez yo lo llamo paz mental.

~Sunflower

FUMA MARIHUANA

Y empieza a enamorarte de tu propia sonrisa, y no de la de alguien mas.

Hoy tocaste a la puerta de mi casa. Y te abrí. Me dijiste que estabas arrepentido por lo que pasó y por como pasó. Pero no quería sufrir más por ti. Debía dejarte en el pasado. Así que con mi corazón rompiéndose en mil pedazos y mi alma llena de dolor, cerré la puerta en tu cara y te grité que me dejaras en paz. Era lo correcto. Y ambos lo sabíamos.

Mafe Joya