All Too Well - L.h & P.g

all too well - l.h & p.g

summary: in which an angry pierre stuffs his relationship up and desperately tries to make it up to his devoted girlfriend. and while trying to make up for it he realizes that he’s already lost her to a certain british man. loosely based on ‘all to well’ by taylor swift. 

warnings: A N G S T, I REPEAT, A N G S T, profanity, drinking, just sadness, toxicity, anger, crying, screaming, pining?? if unhealthy relationships/toxic relationships hurt you or offend you, 2022 british grand prix (ifykyk), mentions of eating disorders and body dysmorphia and shitty mental health

word count: 2.0k

pairing: lewis hamilton x female reader, asshole!pierre gasly x female reader, platonic!f1 drivers x female reader, platonic!wags x female reader

requested: yes! here! highly recommend listening to all too well.

It was horrible. 

You had been sitting with the engineers during the Grand Prix, cheering your boyfriend Pierre on as you watched on. You felt as if the world stopped when him and Yuki spun off in unison. You could feel the world stop around you as you silently prayed they were okay. 

Collective groans of disappointment and shouts of anger broke out around you as you quickly flicked on the switch in front of you, allowing you to speak to your Pierre. “Pierre! Honey please, say something!” But you didn’t, just Yuki’s outburst of anger.

“Here.” Pierre replied as you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sunk into your seat as you held your head in your hands, shielding your face from the Netflix cameras which no doubt wanted your reaction for a dramatic made-up plot line for the next season of Drive to Survive. 

It wasn’t long after before Pierre angrily walked through the Garage, frustration radiating from him as he weighed himself before stomping off. You followed him to his drivers room before shutting the door. Before you could turn around he stuffed his face into your neck as he broke out in sobs. 

“Shh, I know. Pierre baby I know, it's okay.” You spoke as your hands combed through his tangled hair. “Y/n. Always me? All the bad things, me. What did I do to deserve it?” The French-man cried as you felt yourself begin to cry too. “It’s not you love. You know it was Yuki’s fault. He’ll own up to it, I know he will. You’re amazing okay don’t beat yourself up over this. It was absolutely out of your hands. You know that. You did your best.”

“It is! But that doesn’t make up for my shitty season! I don’t deserve this.” He shouted. “Pierre, not here. Don’t get angry here. The media will eat it up, let’s go home. Fuck the interviews. I’ll make you feel better okay? Whatever you want, we’ll do it mon chéri.” 

“Fuck the media! Fuck you! Fucking isn’t going to make up for me missing out this race okay? You can’t make me feel better with food or cuddling Y/n.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying Pierre! Please let’s get out of here, please, please.” 

“This is my fucking job. I can’t just leave because I’m mad. I’m not a model who sells photos of my self for money okay? My job isn’t easy like yours.” 

You scoffed, “Easy? Easy? My job isn’t just sitting around looking pretty. Shit goes on behind the scenes that you have no idea about. Bitchy models, photographers judging you all day, every day, tabloids and media making up  the most absurd rumours up and everyone eating them up, shitty mental health, body image issues, starving yourself to fit in a dress! Just because you sit in a car, racing at 200 kilometres an hour and have a dangerous job doesn’t make my job any less than yours!” 

“Mon amour-”

“No! I’m sick of this! You taking your shitty results out on me when I have nothing to do with it! You are driving the car, not me. Your fans attacking and picking apart our relationship and you letting them. You never defend me when interviewers ask the most foul questions about me. ‘Is she good in bed?’ are you kidding me?! ‘Oh you have no idea.’ And then laughing it off. Travelling the world and never getting out, constantly on the move. It’s so draining. Cancelling fucking Paris Fashion Week when I have never missed a year because you convinced me too. You. All you. I’ve missed out on huge movie and TV show deals, Bullet Train, Euphoria, No Way Home, Don’t fucking Worry Darling. Harry fucking Styles!” You shouted in his face as he sighed.

(Bare with me I know Paris FW is a few weeks before Bahrain)

“Then fucking go! God if I hold you back so much leave! I don’t fucking need you here, anywhere matter of fact. I don’t need you Y/n. I can get anyone I fucking want. Go to Harry Styles. Go to whoever you fucking want. Whine to them. They’ll never love you like I do. Fuck you like I do. You need me. But then again you. You need me, I don’t need you so fuck off. Get your shit and leave bitch.”

(foul, im so sorry 😭😭)

“Mate what are you doing!” Charles shouted as he burst through the door, followed by Charlotte, Isabel and Carlos. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” Charlotte said softly as she and Isa wrapped you in a hug. You didn’t react. You didn’t even know what was happening. What pulled you out of your trance was the groaning of your boyfriend, well, ex now.

“What the fuck Charles?” Pierre yelled as Charles retracted his fist from his face.

Lewis ran in at the sound of yelling, Angela hot in his tail. “What the hell is going-” Lewis stopped dead in his tracks at the scene, Pierre soothing his right cheek, Charles with balled fists, Carlos pulling Charles away while Isa and Charlotte hugged you. You. 

You with your mascara stained face. You with your sobs and sniffles. 

It broke him. 

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n.” He whispered as Isa and Charlotte slowly handed you off to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed your forehead. As you stood in the hallway with him you felt, safe, loved. Which meant a lot since you hadn’t felt comfortable in a long time. 

You could feel the pain. The anger. The late nights worrying whether Pierre would come home or not. Trying to soothe him after bad races only to be met with a empty hotel room the second you took your eyes off of him. The rumours and the side eyes that floated around the grid when you walked hand in hand with him even after videos of him getting too handsy with some rando at a club surfaced and spiralled. Even your friends and family contacted you, your best friends Maddi and Sayda had reached out to see if you were okay.

‘Poor girl probably doesn’t even know.’

‘Why is she still with him? Oh god is she pregnant?’

‘She probably cheats too, you know how models are.’

But none of that mattered, as long as you were with Lewis. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Charlotte said as she linked her arm with yours, “Don’t waste your tears on him sweetheart.” Isa whispered as she moved your hair out of your face.

“What the fuck is he doing with my girlfriend?” Pierre yelled at Carlos as he pointed at Lewis. 

“She is not and will never be your girlfriend again. You’re disgusting. It’s one thing to be angry and accidentally yell. But calling one of the most gorgeous, intelligent women on this Earth a bitch? Fucking despicable. She’s always been there for you, patient. When literal video proof came out of you cheating she didn’t blow up on you, start posting about you, start attacking you. No. Because she’s too kind for that and you took advantage of it and her. Y/n came straight to you for an explanation. And she told me your explanation, it was quite literally the worst fucking lie I’ve ever heard. ‘She thought I was her boyfriend.’ and ‘I thought it was you.’ Are you fucking kidding me man? You knew she wasn’t even in the country, she was on a plane, flying to your race after cutting a photoshoot with fucking Victoria’s Secret to come support you. You ruined her. You took away her opportunities because of your own selfishness. You will never find someone like her again. You fucked up. And I hope you kick yourself when you realize what you lost. Who you lost. Y/n is a thousand times more deserving of a man. Not a boy, someone who can’t even respect his own girlfriends career.”

Pierre stood there as Lewis walked away. If he stayed there any longer, looking at his idiotic face, god he would’ve swung.

But that was all in the past. 

Months ago. Seven to be exact.

And now?

Now you were making your way down the runway, in a stunning Donatella Versace dress in front of thousands. The crowd was roaring, cheering the models on as you all displayed the clothing. Your face dead straight. 

That was one of the things you praised yourself on. So did the media. You were known to never ever break face when on the runway. Always professional and well handled. But it was bound to happen. Your four year streak broken. 

As you made your way to the end of the runway your eye caught on to a certain braided hair man, who was hard to miss with his bright pink outfit. And god did he look amazing. As you looked at him he smiled, blowing a kiss. 

Your eyes crinkled as your lips turned upwards. Blowing a kiss back.

The media ate it up.

‘Y/n Y/l/n finally broke face on the runway, the reason? Seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton! Seems the model has moved on from her breakup with Lewis’ colleague and fellow racer Pierre Gasly.’

‘Lewis Hamilton culprit of the wide smile plastered on Y/n Y/l/n’s face during the Versace launch.’

‘Lewis Hamilton and Y/n Y/l/n share their relationship to the public!’

And Lewis could not be more proud of himself when he walked into the paddock, his hand entangled with yours. He was happy to show you off, respectfully of course. But Lewis wasn’t always kind, sometimes mischievous. 

So when he saw the idiot that was Pierre Gasly, jaw dropped and eyes threatening to hop out of his head at the sight in front of him while seated at the Alpha Tauri hospitality whilst having lunch with Yuki he decided to have some fun.

Taking your hand and spinning you in towards him, shortly before kissing you.

“That little fucker.” Pierre swore as he ogled you. “That’s what you get when you fuck up, badly.” Daniel snickered as he walked past, towards the two of you. “Danny!” You smiled as you engulfed him in a warm hug. 

“Missed me a bit too much Y/n/n.” Daniel smirked, “Lewis you better hold on to her tight, might just sweep her off her feet.” The McLaren driver joked as your boyfriend shook his head. “Seven months too late, I’ve been swept for as long as I can remember.” You grinned as you looked up at Lewis.

“You’re in love I get it.” Daniel laughed, “I’ll see you on the panel Lewis. See you tonight, my hotel room.” He joked towards you as he walked towards the conference hall, but not before winking your way. 

“Shit I have to go. If he comes anywhere near-” 

“I’ll be fine Lew, I promise. I have a guard dog in the form of Charles Leclerc ready to bite.” You smiled as you kissed him again. “Hey I do not bite!” Charles frowned as him and Carlos waited for you. 

“Sure thing Charles. Remember when you lost in uno to Lando-” Carlos smirked as Charles yelled, “Hey!” 

Lewis kissed your head, “Why would we ever think of having kids when we have those two assholes in red?”  “Rude.” Carlos stated as he and Charles crossed their arms in defense. “I’ll see you later my love.” He spoke before walking away. 

“Stop rustling his hair Carlos.” You scolded, “It’s not my fault he’s so short.” Charles scoffed, “Actually I am 180 cm, 5′9 thank you.” He spoke proudly as Sainz let out a laugh, “Mate, I’m 179.” The two of you chuckled and made your way to the Ferrari hospitality as the Monegasque tried to defend his height.

As you passed Alpha Tauri your eyes wandered and saw him. 

And you smiled as did he. But it didn’t mean you were over everything.

You remembered it.

All Too Well.

Please please please begging can we get some max thank you ❤️❤️

definitely coming your way 👀

(its gonna be based off 'matilda' by harry styles so i think you can tell how depressing its gonna be <3

JOKES ON YOU

its probably gonna be cheating or something since im in a bad mood 😭

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒? - 𝐂.𝐒 - pt 2

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother. 

part 2!! (final part) 

pairings: carlos sainz x female reader, platonic formula one drivers x reader

warnings: vulgar language, bfb trope, teasing, bad spanish translations :) asshole carlos 👍🏽🧎‍♀️carlos has an oc!sister who may be a friend in which i incorporated into the fic since it’s her bday

word count: 951 words

The rest of the day was a blur, not in a bad way though. 

It had been a blur of shouting, delicious food, competitiveness as well as teasing. The man from earlier on hadn’t stopped looking your way, Madelyn was long gone, by the time you snapped out of your trance from your interaction with the man earlier she’d left to complete party duties. 

Although she had texted saying that influential people would be attending.

And by that she either meant rich or famous. 

You still hadn’t had the pleasure of learning the mystery mans name. Only what you hoped were his initials, C-S. He had a thick accent earlier on, and he may not have been fluent in English. But based off of your Year 10 Spanish knowledge, Mierda, was a Spanish word, meaning shit. 

Okay you were lying, you barely remembered anything from your Spanish language lessons. You were basing his nationality based off of your Narcos based Spanish vocabulary as it was currently your obsession because you totally weren’t just watching the show because of Pedro Pascal.

Right now the tournament had ended, finally.

Although the day was way more eventful than you’d thought it was going to be, you were still in thirty degree weather, a hoodie and jeans. The last hole, lucky number 18 had numerous photographers surrounding it, most likely for the local newspaper or something similar. And just to your luck, you were suddenly being called over. Each remaining player, all but 3, were having family photos.

The families of the top 3 were ushered into the banquet hall nearby, your family being the last there. 

Ravi had made it to 3rd place, barely.

As you stood with Ravi and your parents you felt another hand wrap around your waist. 

“Smile!” The photographer exclaimed, as your family did your face dropped.

“Why aren’t you smiling Cariño?” 

Flash. The picture was done with as Ravi turned your way, another man walked past you, “Oh mate it’s been so long!” This man also spoke with an accent, however it sounded more French than Spanish. 

The Spaniards arm dropped from your waist, replaced with a hand on your back.

Your parents hugged the two other men, as he wrapped his arms around your mothers waist he winked your way. “I think we better call it a day.” Your father said as you hugged him, “I’ll call tomorrow okay?” He spoke as he and your mother left through the entrance, you, Ravi and the other two were left in the hall.

The new man was dressed similar to the Spaniard, as you’d now dubbed him in your head. The only difference being the Scuderia Ferrari cap which adorned his head. “Looks like it’s us three, like old times no?” The French man smiled widely as his eyes made his way to you. “Oh who’s this Ravi?”

“My sister Y/n! Y/n meet Charles and behind you is Carlos.” Ravi introduced the two men as Charles stretched his hand out your way. “Nice to meet you Y/n. Are you going to Sainz’s birthday tonight? The three of us are, we don’t mind taking you with us right?” 

Charles questioned his friends, “No, not at all Charles. I’ll show you a good time Y/n.” Carlos teased as his hand slid lower down your back side as your posture straightened from the sudden movement, “Uh, I’m having Sayda or Sainz as you’d say, pick me up since we have a bit more to set up and she wants me to meet her brother since he’s in town for once.” You didn’t mean for the sentence to come out so bitter, but it ended up that way, because apparently someone up above found your humiliation hilarious.

“Oh? What do you mean for once?” Carlos pressed further, clearly amused. 

Your head turned his way as you looked up, “Well according to her he’s a bit of an asshole and he doesn’t exactly make much time to see his family since he’s always so busy with his job. What job keeps people from seeing their damn family once in a while, he sounds like an ass.”

Great, you put your foot in your mouth and also managed to trash talk the brother of your best friend whom you hadn’t even met nor given a chance to explain his job and why it kept him away from family so often.

“Nice to meet you Y/n L/n, I’m Carlos Sainz.” 

Your eyes were quite literally about to burst out of your skull as your hand slapped over your mouth while apologies flowed out shortly after. 

Charles shook his head as he and Ravi walked away, “We’ll let you two figure it out.” Ravi managed to get out as Charles doubled over in laughter.

“I’m so sorry Carlos, I had no idea!” 

“Mi Amor I think that’s obvious.”

“I really didn’t mean any of that, it’s just what Sayda’s said so-”

“Do you believe everything she says? Don’t you have your own thoughts in that pretty head of yours hm?” Carlos grinned as he angled your head up by your chin.

Your throat went dry. The several smoothies from earlier on long forgotten. 

“C’mon amor, no words already?” 

“I-” 

“Carlos!” 

Sayda ran your way as Carlos rolled his eyes, “You met Y/n good. The party is starting in like 10 come on!” She said as she began to drag Carlos by his wrist towards the door, but not before you grabbed something from your bag.

Carlos caught the golf ball mid-air before bringing it to his chest, “This Yours?” 

Carlos shook his head, as he looked up at you as he smiled, “Keep it safe for me Cariño.” 

Hey can you do one for Pierre gasly where you guys fight and reader packs her bags and leave (maybe take flight to her home country since she is from somewhere else). Pierre later regrets the fight and try to find you. Only to find out you left to you home county. So he also takes a plane there to apologize to you. Fluffy ending

uhm i did do it but it turned into a lewis fic im sorry 😭

you can read it here

charles leclerc x actress!reader insta au

(this is my first bare with me)

GUESS WHOS BIRTHDAY IT IS??

ME BABY!! 🥳so heres a lil bday post 😘❤

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yourusername honeymoon things 🥳

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charles_leclerc the best day of my life, i cannot wait to start the rest of my life with you my darling ❤

yourusername cant wait for the rest of our lives, i love you mon amour 😘

zendaya you two make me sick, best wishes x

yourusername @tomholland2013 wheres the ring at??

tomdaya_2 STOP IT OMG YES TOMDAYA WEDDING BABY!!!!

tomholland2013 ive got it right here just waiting for the word y/n/n

danielricciardo you two little lovebirds sure know how to keep people up at night, poor headboard of yours 😔

pierregasly and why were you listening 🧐

danielricciardo pretty hard not to with the screa-

yourusername STOP SAYING THESE THINGS IN MY COMMENT SECTION 🔪🔪

f1gossip 📸📸

scuderiaferrari Congratulations to our favourite couple ❤

carlossainz55 now whats that supposed to mean 🙄

mercedesamgf1 You're one of our favourites Carlos! Congratulations Charles and Y/n we wish you the best.

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charles_leclerc I've always imagined this day ever since I met you. I love you so much and I cannot wait for what the future has for us.

Je t'aime mi amor ❤

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yourusername the future's bright charlie ❤

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charles_leclerc it always is with you.

sydneysweeney my favourite couple, im sorry i couldnt be there bae x

yourusername its okay ours was better anyway xx

charles_leclerc excuse me 🧐🤨

roscoelovescoco Sorry I couldnt bees theres 😅 Best wishes!!

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lew44love the random s help 😭😭

lewishamilton Don't mock my Roscoe and his spelling 😤

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lew44love NO I WOULD NEVER

isahernaez do i get to report on this amazing wedding??

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scuderiaferrari Good luck Charlie!

anya_uiman is the ferrari admin a disney fan 🤨

yourusername who doesnt love charlie??

landonorris me, i want carlos back 😩

yourusername WHAT THE- 📸😭

carlando554 BRO WHAT OMG

carlosainz55 miss you too lando 😘

landonorris @maxfewtrell im gonna kill you

maxfewtrell best wishes to the happy couple! 😊

georgerussell Mate that was an amazing wedding, although you could take some dance classes 😉

charles_leclerc my wife says im an excellent dancer thank you very much

georgerussell Well of course she's gonna say you are!

mercedeslove stop using capitals @georgerussell @lewishamilton

lewishamilton Never.

yourusername "Wife" I like the sound of that ❤

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Hello! Could I make a request abt platonic Paul Atreides and best friend (gn/m) reader where reader is feeling down/touchstarved and wants a comforting hug, but is too shy/stoic to ask, but Paul knows that when reader's feeling stressed/tired or just genuinely they'd appreciate a hug atm and is like "oooooh, you want a Paul huggie don't 'ya" (later hugs them ofc)? This could be like a one time thing (imagine) or hcs abt it happening multiple times. Howewer you want! Sorry if it sounds weird! Just feel like sometimes I'd appreciate some encouraging from Paul haha. And thank you in advance!

No problem!

Also loving the increase in requests <3

uhm i've never written headcannons so yeah :P

Hug Me, Please? (platonic paul atreides)

(headcannons)

- you never really felt enough courage to ask the question if you were being honest.

- but at the same time the feeling was building up inside and it didn't seem like the feeling was going away anytime soon, yay!

- you couldn't really remember the last time he or anyone had hugged you - even when you really needed one.

- the first time you realized you were touch-starved was when you came back from a trip with duncan.

- "you're back! for a second y/n i thought you'd finally left." paul joked as he barrelled towards you, arms wide open.

- " ah, you know i could never leave my best-friend. " you gushed as you gladly accepted his offer, all of a sudden the tension from the trip melted. you felt easy, at peace. when paul started to pull away you tightened your arms around his waist

- " guess you just really needed a paul huggie huh? " he kidded as you smiled at the old nickname, " mhm. " you mumbled into his shoulder.

- the next time you were down and or stressed he made sure to help you.

- it was a busy monday, you hadn't gotten much sleep since you had to train with paul the night prior.

- " keep your arms up, wouldn't want that pretty face getting bashed in or worse, broken do we? " paul laughed as you and paul circled one another.

- " no, we or you would hate that wouldn't you paul? " you joked, " remember, defense is always the strongest- "

- " offense, yes i remember the million times you've said that, where does that even come from? " paul questioned you as he closed in

- " old american saying from the 2000's, i think. " you spoke as you saw an opportunity, you swung your foot underneath paul's legs as he dropped to the floor before grabbing his arms and holding them behind his back. " y'know you could've just said you liked me y/n. " paul grinned as his device glowed red, showing signs of a breach.

- " hah, you wish. know go to bed. "

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- your muscles ached as your eyelids closed regularly, but you couldn't sleep. you had multiple mission reports to enter into the database.

- paul entered your room, the two of you were like brother and sister, you never really had boundaries. " hey y/n, you missed breakfast. " paul told you as he took into account the state of your room as well as you. multiple coffee mugs to your right and candy for a rush of energy.

- " yeah sorry. i'm just busy and done! what's up? " you said as your swivelled in your chair to face him, you had slight bags under your eyes and a messy ponytail, your lips were slightly cracked.

- he sighed, " you've been up since last night's training haven't you? " paul interrogated you as you looked up at the ceiling, " maybe. i had work to do. "

- paul's head hung low as he walked towards you then behind your chair as he slung his arms over your shoulders before kissing your head. " take a break, your always working. plus you have three assistants who's jobs are to do exactly this y/n/n. "

- " i know but- " you stood up to continue before being hugged, your shoulders, which you didn't even know were tensed, relaxed.

" thank you. "

" it's nothing, i love you, i hate to see you overwork yourself.”

from those few moments he made mental notes, hugs were the way to you.

( sorry if it's terrible idk how to write headcannons lmao <3 )