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Time slipped by faster than Yuki liked to admit. One week, the paddock still buzzed with tension—reporters swarming with endless questions about points, contracts, and what-ifs. Engines roared. Cameras flashed. Pierre looked tense but tried to hide it, and Yuki had… well, he had been quietly recording every chaotic moment for his own amusement.
The next week, everything changed. The garages were dark. The flights home were booked. Silence settled over the paddock like a heavy blanket. No engines. No noise except the faint echo of a season ending.
For Pierre, Yuki knew that silence felt heavy. His 2024 season hadn’t been his best—not even close. Yuki had noticed it in subtle ways: the way Pierre clenched his jaw after interviews, how he avoided talking about certain races, how he didn’t laugh as much. Sure, there were flashes of brilliance—moments where everything clicked—but those moments felt rarer, buried under the grind of a long, uneven year. Yuki didn’t need headlines to tell him Pierre was exhausted. He could see it.
For Yuki, though, “time off” never meant stillness. If anything, the silence made things louder—especially online. His streaming career had been booming ever since the infamous tiramisu stream with Pierre Gasly. That one chaotic night had been a turning point—chat had gone wild, clips had spread across socials, and suddenly Yuki’s channel wasn’t just his own little corner of chaos anymore. F1 fans had found their way in. Some curious, some salty, some downright dramatic. Yuki had a growing mix of viewers now: people who loved the gaming, people who loved him, people who came to roast him, and people who stayed because they liked watching him watch.
He had even started doing “watching F1 session with Yuki” streams—something he’d never done before. It was part curiosity, part chaos, and part wanting to share Pierre’s world with his chat. The views were going up, even though it came with its own kind of horror. Watching your boyfriend in a shitbox car, hearing chat roast him non-stop… yeah, it was weirdly addictive. Still, it didn’t replace his usual content. Sims chaos, Apex Legends banter, Minecraft adventures, and piano streams were still there, his steady base of comfort and madness.
Now, the month of Christmas was here. So was the holiday. Decorations were creeping into his apartment. Chat was buzzing with seasonal nonsense. Yuki liked it—his streams always felt different in December. Louder, warmer, a little more chaotic, and sprinkled with that strange mix of nostalgia and excitement that came before the year ended. Ever since the infamous tiramisu stream, where Pierre had managed to fluster both him and Liam in one swoop, chat had been relentless with demands for a proper Q&A. They wanted answers, they wanted stories, and above all, they wanted the two of them together on camera again.
Yuki had resisted at first, muttering about timing and logistics, but even he had to admit the idea made sense. It was good content, and it was the perfect send-off before disappearing into holiday travel. Twenty-four hours before, he finally caved, putting out a simple post: “Q&A tomorrow. Send questions. No promises.” By the time he went to bed, thousands of submissions were already stacked up.
The date was set: December 20th, five days before Christmas. They would be on a plane to France soon, spending the holidays in Pierre’s hometown, and streams would be impossible after that. If they wanted to give chat their answers, now was the moment.
The setup this time was simple but familiar. Yuki and Pierre would be on camera in Yuki’s streaming room, while Liam Lawson manned the Discord call, officially “moderating” but in truth preparing to stir as much trouble as possible. And for the first time, they would have a guest: Isack Hadjar. It was his first-ever appearance on stream, which meant he was more curious than mischievous, content to observe, laugh, and occasionally throw in a question when he dared.
It was meant to be fun, lighthearted, and just a little chaotic—exactly what everyone wanted to close out the year. The countdown ticked closer. Notifications were scheduled. Discord was open. And Yuki, despite pretending otherwise, felt the same mix of nerves and anticipation he always did before hitting “Go Live.”
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The moment Yuki hit Go Live, the screen lit up with messages. Notifications fired off like fireworks, a constant cascade of pings and emotes filling the chat window. His grin widened immediately, the kind of grin that always gave him away even when he tried to play it cool.
“WELL—hello, chat!” Yuki leaned forward, voice pitching higher with excitement. “Happy early holiday for everyone!” He waved at the camera, Christmas lights twinkling faintly behind him.
Chat
User1: HAPPY HOLIDAYYYYYY 🎄🎄🎄
User2: LETS GOOOOOO 🚀🚀🚀
User3: Q&A TIME!!! FINALLY
“Yes, yes,” Yuki laughed, watching the flood of comments zip past like a waterfall. “The most highly requested session is here. You guys bullied me into this. Let’s see what chaos we’re in for tonight.”
Beside him, Pierre leaned in to squint at the chat, his brows furrowing as if he was trying to keep up. Yuki smirked, ignoring him on purpose just to let him squirm.
“We also have Liam on board for this—”
“Hello!” Liam’s voice cut in cheerfully through Discord, already way too loud in Yuki’s headset.
“And,” Yuki continued with mock grandeur, “a special guest. A rookie man. Isack Hadjar!”
“Hello,” Isack chimed in, his tone awkward but playful. “I’m here for… entertainment.”
Chat
User4: ISACK????
User5: omg yuki adopted a rookie before any of the drivers 😭😭😭
User6: wait who is isack??
User7: 2025 rookie f1 driver! 👀
User8: yuki has so many f1 friends + his boyfriend is literally one of them lmao
“Aighty, aighty, calm down everyone,” Yuki laughed, waving his hands dramatically. “Let’s explain for the newer people before they riot in here.” He launched into a quick summary of who Isack was, deliberately overselling him like a proud uncle introducing a child at a school play.
Pierre chuckled beside him, shaking his head as the chat spammed laughing emojis. “They seem very excited about this,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “It’s not even five minutes into the stream and already chaos.”
“They have to be excited. You’re Pierre Gasly,” Yuki snorted, side-eyeing him with a grin. “The world-famous driver, my boyfriend—no pressure.”
Pierre turned to him with that soft grin—the one that made Yuki’s ears heat up even if he pretended otherwise.
Chat
User9: EWWWWWWWW 😭😭😭
User10: being single (me) is not for the weak 💔
“Cut it out, boys,” Liam groaned in mock disgust. “You’re making the entire chat throw up. I can hear it through the screen.”
Yuki cackled. “Alright, alright. Focus. Yesterday, I posted the Q&A—well, more like, I demanded you all send questions. And you did. Way too many questions.” He held up his phone to the camera, scrolling dramatically with a blank expression. “I don’t even know how to explain some of these.”
Chat
User11: oh god.
User12: YUKINATION please behave 😭😭😭
User13: I’ve seen some… it’s crazy 🚬
User14: YUKI’S FACE LMAOOO 😭😭😭😭
“Okay, first question. We’ll start simple,” Yuki said, lowering his phone. “Who fell in love first?”
“Yuki,” Pierre answered immediately.
“No, it’s you!” Yuki shot back, his face heating up as he whipped his head toward him.
Pierre just smirked, leaning in closer. “No, no, it’s you. You flirted first.” His laugh was quiet but unmistakably teasing.
“Well—okay, I might’ve—nooooooo!” Yuki whined, burying his face in his hands as chat exploded.
Chat
User15: HAHAHAHAH BUSTED
User16: yuki flirty confirmed 👀
User17: THIS IS SICKENINGLY SWEET
From Discord, Isack’s voice cut through, sounding both horrified and amused. “Oh my god, you two are worse than in the paddock.”
“Told you!” Liam crowed. “They’re unbearable!”
“Shut up both of you!” Yuki yelped, throwing a pillow at the laptop like it would help. “Next question! Next!”
He glanced at his phone again. “Okay… ‘Where did your first date happen?’”
Pierre’s smile softened instantly, his voice dipping fondly. “Italy. Faenza. Back when I was still with AlphaTauri.”
Yuki nodded, suddenly shy, twirling the string of his hoodie. “We went for pasta… and, um… that was the day he found out I love tiramisu. It’s also his guilty pleasure. So, yeah. Kinda… special.”
Pierre bumped his shoulder gently, their eyes catching.
Chat
User18: OML SO CUTEEE 😭😭😭
User19: tiramisu supremacy 🍰
User20: this is literally fanfic level romance
“Alright, chat also wants to know what food we ate,” Yuki read. “It was… pizza and tiramisu. Predictable.”
“Classic,” Pierre agreed, his grin widening. “Food became our love language after that. I travel so much, so I bring ingredients home for him, and he cooks when we’re together in Milan.”
Yuki rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Basically, he bribes me with groceries.”
Chat
User21: pls stop i’m too single for this
User22: groceries as love language is elite actually
“Okay, next one.” Yuki squinted at his phone, scrolling. “‘What was your first argument?’”
The words had barely left his mouth before his eyes went wide. “Nope. Skip.” He dropped the phone onto his lap like it had betrayed him.
Pierre immediately started laughing, so hard his shoulders shook. He leaned closer, almost doubling over, one arm wrapping naturally around Yuki’s back as if to steady himself. “No, no—tell them! It was funny.”
“It was not funny!” Yuki yelped, slapping Pierre’s arm. He could feel the warmth of Pierre’s chest pressing against his side, and his ears went hot in a way chat absolutely did not need to see.
Pierre grinned, smug and unbothered, his face just inches from Yuki’s. “He was jealous. Over a girl. Totally unnecessary.”
The chat erupted.
Chat
User23: NOT JEALOUSSSS 😭😭😭
User24: who was the girl 👀👀👀
User25: OH MY GOD THEY’RE LEANING ON EACH OTHER I CANNOT DO THIS
User26: this is literally Wattpad behavior help
Yuki groaned and shoved Pierre’s chest with both hands. “Stopppp, you’re making it worse!”
But Pierre only laughed harder, tightening his arm around Yuki so he couldn’t escape. “See? He’s still embarrassed!”
On Discord, Liam absolutely lost it, his laughter crackling through the mic. “OH MY GOD—this was during the pining era, wasn’t it? When you both refused to admit it?”
“Shut UP!” Yuki half-screamed, burying his face in his hands. His whole body leaned instinctively toward Pierre’s shoulder like he wanted to disappear into it.
Isack had gone red from laughing, his head tipped back. “You guys were so obvious. Even back in testing 2023—you’d avoid each other like the plague. Funniest thing I ever saw.”
Pierre’s grin softened as he looked at Yuki still hiding his face. He rubbed a soothing circle against Yuki’s arm with his thumb, whispering just loud enough for the mic to catch: “C’mon, it was cute.”
“OKAY. ENOUGH.” Yuki’s voice cracked as he shoved Pierre away again, though this time it was playful, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite his best effort. He grabbed his phone and scrolled furiously, refusing to look at the camera. “Next question.”
Chat
User27: THIS IS FANFIC BEHAVIOR
User28: HELP I CAN’T BREATHE
User29: pierre casually cuddling yuki on stream like we won’t notice 💀
He froze. Then blinked. “…Who is top and who is bottom?”
The room went dead silent. Only the soft lo-fi background music filled the air. Pierre’s brows shot up, his grin faltered just a fraction—the tiniest flash of oh shit behind his eyes. Yuki’s lips twitched like he was about to be reckless. Liam and Isack both went completely quiet on Discord, as if even breathing too loud might get them in trouble.
The chat absolutely imploded.
Chat
User30: WHAT THE HELLLLL 😭😭😭
User31: PACK IT UP THIS STREAM IS OVER 💀
User32: WHOOOOO 👀👀👀
User33: I’M ACTUALLY GONNA FAINT
User34: OH NOOOOO THEY WON’T
Yuki broke first, shoulders shaking with laughter as he leaned toward the mic. “M—”
Pierre moved fast. He grabbed a piece of bread from the plate on the desk and shoved it into Yuki’s mouth before the word could even form. His arm looped tighter around Yuki’s shoulders, keeping him close as if to control the damage. “Next question,” he said quickly, the words smooth but his eyes flicking at the camera with the faintest edge of let’s not get cancelled, please.
Yuki let out a strangled noise, muffled by bread, smacking Pierre’s chest with both hands as he tried to chew. Pierre only grinned wider, but there was a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth, like he was laughing at himself for panicking.
Chat
User35: BYE HE JUST BREAD BLOCKED HIM 😭😭😭
User36: PIERRE SAID ‘NOT ON MY WATCH’ 💀
User37: THE ARM AROUND HIM TOO CASUAL TO BE CASUAL 👀
User38: I SAW THAT PANIC IN HIS EYES LMAOOO
“Pfft—Pierre saved you, man,” Liam wheezed, nearly falling out of his chair on Discord.
“Legendary save,” Isack said between laughs, wiping his eyes. “That was pure survival instinct.”
Pierre leaned back in his chair, pulling Yuki closer with one arm while scrolling through Yuki’s phone with the other, looking far too calm for someone who just dodged a landmine. “Alright,” he said smoothly, “I’ll pick the next question before this gets us all… you know.”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the glance he gave Yuki was quick, soft, and just a little warning. Yuki rolled his eyes, cheeks pink as he swallowed down the bread.
“You’re the worst,” Yuki mumbled, half annoyed, half laughing.
Pierre only smiled, relieved and smug all at once. “Worth it.”
Chat
User39: “worth it” STOPPPP 😭😭😭
User40: pierre protecting both their careers live is killing me
User41: the panic turned into cuddles help
User42: tiramisu couple canon strike again 💀
The stream was only getting more chaotic with every passing minute. The scrolling chat looked like it might actually break Discord, donations were popping up faster than Yuki could read them, and Liam was cackling through his mic like he’d been waiting for this all year.
“Okay, okay,” Yuki wheezed between laughs, hand smacking the desk, “next question before you guys start fighting in chat. Someone asked—” He squinted at his phone, lips twitching. “Do you guys live together?”
Pierre blinked, then turned to stare at him. “...Do we?”
The chat went feral.
Chat
User43: YES OR NO TELL US 🔪
User44: pls say yes I can’t handle the tension
User45: bet it’s complicated 💀
User46: THEY DEFINITELY DO
Yuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Technically… uh. Yes? I guess? But also no. It’s complicated.”
Pierre burst out laughing. “That’s not an answer.”
“Shut up!” Yuki kicked him lightly under the desk, then turned back to the camera with a dramatic wave of his hand. “Listen. I need my own space, okay? This place—” His arm swept in a big, almost chaotic circle toward the shelves behind them, cluttered with consoles, plushies, empty snack wrappers, and Yuki’s streaming setup. “—is basically a studio apartment, slash office, slash cave. Pierre’s place has an actual kitchen, so most of the cooking happens there.”
He leaned forward a little, still talking with his hands, chopping the air for emphasis like he was giving a TED talk. “We… rotate, I guess. Sometimes I stay here, sometimes we stay there, sometimes his parents show up in Milan and then we hide here instead.”
Pierre didn’t even pretend to look at the camera. He just watched Yuki with that soft, helpless grin, elbow propped on the back of Yuki’s chair as if he were making himself comfortable in his orbit. The longer Yuki rambled, the more Pierre’s eyes softened, like every word was secretly the best thing he’d ever heard.
Finally, when Yuki paused to breathe, Pierre nodded sagely. “Basically, we’re neighbors with joint custody of each other.”
Yuki side-eyed him, suspicious. “That makes it sound like a divorce settlement.”
Pierre’s grin only widened as his arm slid a little lower along the chair, brushing Yuki’s back. “A happy one.”
Chat
User47: not pierre staring like he’s already married 😭😭😭
User48: the way he let yuki yap and just watched him 🥺
User49: ‘joint custody’ help they’re so domestic
“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want,” Yuki muttered, trying not to grin.
“Admit it, you spend more time at my place,” Pierre teased.
“That’s because your fridge actually works!”
Even Liam snorted. “I swear, you two are like an old married couple arguing over groceries.”
“Shut UP, Liam,” Yuki snapped, cheeks turning pink.
Pierre leaned toward the camera, grinning. “He likes it.”
The chat melted instantly.
Chat
User50: HELP THEY’RE TOO DOMESTIC
User51: yuki blushingggggg 😭
User52: old married couple is canon now
Before Yuki could protest, Pierre leaned forward, reading off the next submission on his phone. His expression froze.
“Oh no,” he said.
Yuki frowned. “What?” He leaned over to see, then immediately facepalmed. “No. Nope. Skip it.”
Pierre grinned slowly. “They asked… Are you guys open for a third party in bed?”
The chat went absolutely ballistic.
Chat
User53: WHO ASKED THIS 💀💀💀
User54: YUKINATION WILDIN AGAIN 🚨
User55: NOOOO I CAN’T BREATHE
User56: I NEED HOLY WATER
Yuki choked on air, sputtering. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE—”
Pierre didn’t even hesitate. He leaned forward, voice sharp with playful possessiveness. “No. Yuki is mine.”
He punctuated it by peppering kisses all over Yuki’s cheek and temple while Yuki yelped and tried to push him away.
Chaos. Absolute chaos.
Chat
User57: EWWWWWW STOPPPP
User58: THEY’RE DISGUSTINGLY CUTE
User59: I’M UNINSTALLING TWITCH
User60: IMAGINE BEING THIS SHAMELESSS 😭😭😭
“NOOOO WE’RE DONE. WE’RE DONE,” Liam shouted, practically wheezing. “Cut the cameras, enough PDA!”
Isack buried his face in his hands, laughing helplessly. “They are SO BAD OH MY GOD.”
Pierre just kissed Yuki’s hair and muttered, “Worth it.”