#Yukierre

[valyrfia]

can’t believe the power of yukierre made pierre’s engine explode

[bluenerdtastemaker]

The Equation of Us

University AU - Nerd!Yuki × GoldenBoy!Pierre | 1.3K [feat. My OC :3]

Yuki Tsunoda’s life was methodical, quiet, and neatly tucked away from attention. He liked it that way. For him, every day followed the same rhythm: classes, study sessions, a quick meal from the convenience store, and a late-night dive into whatever academic rabbit hole he was chasing. He thrived in his solitude, finding solace in the order of equations and the comforting predictability of routine.

But there was one part of his life he couldn’t quite control: Pierre Gasly.

Pierre was chaos wrapped in effortless charm. He was the golden boy of the university—athletic, wildly popular, and annoyingly magnetic. Star of the football team, life of the party, and a staple of campus gossip, Pierre was everything Yuki avoided.

To make things worse, Pierre was dating Hana, Yuki’s best friend.

It wasn’t that Yuki didn’t love Hana—she was the one person who always had his back, who made him laugh when he took life too seriously. But watching her with Pierre set his teeth on edge. They were the “it couple” of the university, and everyone adored them together. It made sense, in a way. Hana was the female equivalent of Pierre: athletic, confident, and always at the center of attention.

But Yuki hated it. Not because it made sense, but because he wanted Pierre for himself.

---

Hana wasn’t blind.

She noticed the way Yuki’s eyes lingered on Pierre when he thought no one was looking. She saw the tension in Yuki’s jaw whenever Pierre laughed a little too loudly at one of her jokes. And she saw the way Pierre’s gaze softened whenever it landed on Yuki, even if he pretended otherwise.

Which was why she wasn’t particularly surprised when her relationship with Pierre fizzled out.

“It just wasn’t working,” she said, flopping onto Yuki’s bed one evening.

Yuki paused mid-sentence, his pen hovering over his notes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I broke up with him,” Hana said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You—what?” Yuki blinked, his brain struggling to process. “Why?”

“Because,” Hana said, sitting up, “I like someone else. A girl.”

Yuki stared at her, unsure whether to feel relieved or confused. “Okay… and you’re telling me this because…?”

“Because you’ve been sulking every time Pierre and I were together,” she said bluntly. “And now you don’t have to.”

“I don’t sulk,” Yuki muttered, looking away.

“You do,” Hana countered with a grin. “And now that I’m not in the way, you can do something about it.”

Yuki’s face burned. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, Yuki. Everyone knows you have a thing for him,” Hana said, poking his arm. “Even Pierre knows. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.”

Yuki rolled his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Hana said, standing up and grabbing her bag. “But you’ll thank me later.”

---

By Saturday evening, Yuki was beginning to regret everything.

Hana had insisted he come to a party—one of Pierre’s parties, no less—and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“You can’t keep hiding forever,” she said, dragging him to her dorm an hour before the party.

“I’m not hiding,” Yuki argued as she rummaged through her closet.

“You’re hiding,” Hana said without looking up. “And tonight, we’re changing that.”

Before Yuki could protest further, Hana shoved a black top and a pair of slim-fitting pants into his arms.

“Put these on,” she said.

Yuki sighed but obeyed, stepping into her bathroom to change. When he emerged, Hana’s eyes lit up.

“Okay, roll up the sleeves,” she instructed, circling him like a hawk.

Yuki frowned but complied, pushing the sleeves up to just below his elbows.

“Holy shit,” Hana said, staring at his forearms. “Why have you been hiding these?”

“Hiding what?” Yuki asked, genuinely confused.

“Your arms!” Hana exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and holding it up. “You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” Yuki mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.

Hana grinned. “Well, they’re going to drive Pierre nuts.”

Before Yuki could respond, she pulled out a container of hair gel.

“Sit,” she said, gesturing to the chair at her desk.

“What are you doing?” Yuki asked warily.

“Fixing your hair,” she said, already running her fingers through his thick black locks.

After a few minutes of fussing, she stepped back, handing him a pair of rimless glasses to replace his usual thick frames.

“Perfect,” she said, studying him like a proud artist admiring their masterpiece.

“I look ridiculous,” Yuki muttered, glancing at his reflection.

“You look amazing,” Hana corrected, pulling out one last accessory: a pair of simple silver earrings.

Yuki hesitated but eventually let her put them in.

When she was finished, Yuki barely recognized himself.

The black top hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his lean muscles. His hair was styled just enough to look deliberate without being overdone. And the earrings added a subtle edge to his usually understated look.

“You’re going to break hearts tonight,” Hana said with a smirk.

“I’d rather stay home,” Yuki grumbled, but Hana was already dragging him out the door.

---

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, the bass of the music vibrating through Yuki’s chest.

He stuck close to Hana at first, clutching a soda like a lifeline. But even in the crowded room, he could feel a pair of eyes on him.

He looked up—and there was Pierre, standing across the room.

Pierre froze, his drink halfway to his lips.

Yuki quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. But the intensity of Pierre’s gaze lingered, making Yuki’s skin tingle.

---

Pierre prided himself on keeping his cool. As the campus golden boy, he was used to attention. But seeing Yuki like this? He was completely thrown.

Yuki, in that fitted black top that showed off lean muscles Pierre hadn’t even known existed. Yuki, with his styled hair and those earrings that sparkled under the lights.

He was stunning.

And Pierre hated how much it affected him.

“Go talk to him,” Hana said, appearing beside him with a smirk.

Pierre blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been staring at him for ten minutes,” she said. “Go talk to him.”

Pierre hesitated, but before he could think too much, he was already moving.

---

“Hey,” Pierre said, leaning against the wall next to Yuki.

Yuki glanced up, his expression neutral. “Hi.”

“You look…” Pierre trailed off, struggling for words. “You look different.”

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Pierre said quickly. “You look… good.”

Yuki’s cheeks flushed, but he quickly masked it with a scoff.

“Thanks, I guess,” he muttered.

They stood in silence for a moment, the noise of the party buzzing around them.

“I never see you at these things,” Pierre said, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“Not my scene,” Yuki replied.

“Then why’d you come?” Pierre asked, his eyes searching Yuki’s face.

Yuki hesitated. “Hana made me.”

Pierre chuckled, but there was something in his gaze that made Yuki’s stomach flip.

“Do you really hate me?” Pierre asked suddenly.

Yuki frowned. “What?”

“I feel like you avoid me,” Pierre said softly. “Like I did something wrong.”

Yuki’s breath caught in his throat. “You didn’t…”

“Then why?” Pierre pressed, taking a step closer.

Yuki looked away, his heart pounding. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” Pierre said, his voice low.

Yuki swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Pierre’s eyes. “Because I like you, okay? And watching you with Hana was torture.”

Pierre stared at him, stunned.

“Say something,” Yuki whispered, his voice barely audible over the music.

Instead of answering, Pierre leaned in, his lips brushing against Yuki’s in a kiss that was soft, hesitant, and utterly electrifying.

---

The world seemed to fade around them as they kissed, the music and chatter of the party dissolving into white noise.

When they finally pulled apart, Pierre rested his forehead against Yuki’s.

“I broke up with Hana because I wanted to be with you,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Yuki’s heart swelled, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over him.

“Well,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You figured it out.”

Pierre grinned, pulling him in for another kiss.

Across the room, Hana watched with a satisfied smirk, raising her glass in a silent toast to a job well done.

[silentreigns]

How do I make Yuki giving Pierre a tow during the Vegas race which caused the engine failure into a Yukierre moment

[leclercskiesahead]

Wdym Pierre’s engine exploded because Yuki gave him a tow. I know he gets gay panic whenever Yuki does anything but this is next level.

[stachesainzcore]

The only drivers not driving for Redbull, McLaren, Mercedes or Ferrari who qualified in top 3 : Fernando Alonso, Yuki Tsunoda and Pierre Gasly

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[dreamysletters]

F1 drivers as text messages pt.3

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

f1 + txt posts = true 18.0

[teamnick]

Yukierre football night @ Singapore 🫶

[takeyrhandsoffmyneck]

pierre liking this comment on his singapore photo dump… bro😭😭😭😭😭

[starrwrrld]

[kichona-s]

long overdue contribution to the yukierre nation but here it is

hope they continue to dream about each other every night

[mcnyoom]

F1 + my tumblr feed

[osbuzz]

this one needed some justification

[existence-is-overrated]

just thinking about how crazy it is that ‘maxiel’, ‘lestappen’, ‘yukierre’ etc (names for two drivers just being together) have been adopted by f1 social media admins and general fans without knowing the implications™ behind combining their names like that

[si11ypiratecat]

the very specific way a junior and rookie driver looks at their senior and more accomplished teammate needs to be studied carefully as a serious scientific topic

boys i know it's surreal, it's finally dreams come true, and you admire and want to befriend and become the man beside you so much yet envy and want to surpass and beat the same guy to a similar degree at the same time, but jesus christ the STARS in your eyes

and the corresponding dual topic is the way how the senior drivers look back