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[missmouse25]

Heya could I request one with Pierre with the reader being nervous because of his ✨thirsty✨ reputation and he’s just trying really hard to prove that they’re it for him xxx

Hello Anon, so sorry that it took so long. I hope you enjoy it ❤️

The Real Deal - Pierre Gasly

first person gender neutral pov // 650 // little bit insecure reader but no other warnings

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‘It’s not that I don’t want you to post those photos. I don’t want to tell you what to do…’

The cursor blinked and blinked again. I deleted the message and started over.

‘You’re allowed to post whatever you like but…’

Yet again, I fell short and erased what I had written.

‘Can we talk about it when we get home tonight?’

Finally, I hit send. The little tick marks turned blue and the reply came soon after.

‘Sure <3’

His answer calmed my nerves and I could finally get on with my day.

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Dating Pierre Gasly had its ups and downs. The time apart was hard but when we were able to see each other, it felt like heaven. Pierre was thoughtful; attentive. When it was just the two of together, nothing else seemed to matter.

Out in the real world, however, things were different. He was an attractive guy; no one could deny that. But his reputation of being a smooth talker preceded him and it encouraged people to see how far they could go with Mr Gasly.

It worried me. Sometimes it even kept me up at night.

Pierre was already home by the time I arrived from work. He lay lazily on the couch, enjoying his free Friday evening, looking as stunning as ever.

“Welcome home, love.” He smiled as I pushed his feet out of the way so I could sit down. “How was your day?”

“Good, thank you,” I simply said.

I watched as his carefree demeanour changed to one of seriousness.

“You wanted to talk to me about something.”

For a moment I debated whether I actually needed to discuss anything with him or if I was being stupid about the whole situation.

“Love,” Pierre said, sitting up and taking my hand in his own. “You can tell me.”

“Do you always have to post your shirtless photos?” I blurted out.

For a moment there was stunned silence.

“Love, I…”

“It’s just…” We spoke at the same time.

Pierre gestured for me to continue.

“It’s just…” I started again, not wanting my confidence to disappear. “Everyone gets to see those photos. And loads of people sit behind their screens drooling over you and any one of them would commit crimes to be with you. And nothing's stopping you from being with them. Not even me.

“I guess what I’m just wondering is… I don’t really know what I’m wondering.”

I breathed deeply, letting the emotions simmer out.

“Love, are you scared that I’m cheating on you?”

There was hurt in Pierre’s voice and it made me sad to hear it.

“No… I mean, I just know that there’s always a chance.”

We looked at each other plainly. A mixture of emotions pooled in Pierre’s eyes. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal. Regret.

In a flash he had his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scared and confused over what he was doing.

“I’m deleting the post.”

“No, Pierre, I didn’t…”

“Love, stop,” he said, briefly looking back at me. “If you don’t want me to post the picture, I won't post it. I love you and I’m never leaving you.”

He went back to his mission and within a few seconds the post, along with all the thirsty comments, were gone.

“I don’t want people to, anyone, to think they have a chance with me,” Pierre whispered into my ear. "Because I am with you.”

He kissed my cheek softly.

“You didn’t have to do that. I think I was overreacting a bit.”

“Doesn’t matter, love.”

I snuggled under his arm, more content than I’d been the entire day.

“You don’t have to stop taking shirtless pictures though,” I said quietly. “I still like seeing them.”

Pierre’s beautiful laugh made my heart beat faster.

“But, love.” His voice was deep and playful. “You have the real thing right here. All for you.”