Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

🏎️Pierre Gasly - First Win

Warning: teeth rotting fluff.... That's the first time I have ever warned against fluff... Its sickening how much fluff is in this just be prepared. Oh and its a pretty long story. Fml

Pierre walked around the streets with his crew to celebrate. They were supposed to go out but how could they not? This is the first time the team had a podium in a long time, let alone a win. They walked to a small bar that didn't look too full and settled down there for the next few hours. The crew members all took their turns to go up and grab the drinks, using Pierre's card to pay because he insisted. His turn finally came though and he was urged to get up to fetch the drinks. He walked up to the bar and sat on the barstool. A little droplet of sadness somehow ruined his good mood and he just wanted to be alone. He bought the drinks and placed them in front of his mechanics and as they all chugged then down, Pierre walked out to the back of the bar by himself. He rested his back against the cobbled wall and let out a long sigh. He had such mixed emotions. He remembered how Antoine told him to prove them all wrong when he got dropped from Red Bull but Anthoine never even got to see what happened or hwo he proved then wrong and that's what tore him up about this whole experience.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and closing. He shot his eyes towards the sound and was met with a beautiful girl in a uniform that matched every other staff member in the bar so he guessed she worked there. "Fuck sake. Will you listen?! I haven't talked to him for a year! How the hell would I have slept with someone who one, lives in Australia and two, i haven't seen in a fucking year?!" Pierre was taken back by her sudden shouting on the phone. "Honestly James, go fuck yourself. I'm done!" She hangs up and throws her phone before turning around and spotting him. "Sorry. I didnt know here was taken for a pity party." Pierre chuckled. "Whatever problems you have, they sure seem worse than mine."

"I don't know why you have a problem. You won the race today and you are drinking Heineken after Heineken out of your trophy." He nods in agreement. "Just some things in my head. I'm guessing you're having problems with a guy?" She nods slowly. "Do you want to talk?" She nodded her head and let a tear roll down her cheek. "If you don't mind." she replies. "I don't mind at all. Would you prefer to sit down though?" She nodded her head and he led her to a bench. "Now, who is he?" She looked at him in confusion. "I have known enough girls to know it is a guy that is causing a problem so tell me who he is."

She let's out a sigh before the words tumbled from her lips. "It sort of involves a guy. This week has just been awful. My friend left me because I didn't want to go on a double date with her and her boyfriend. This is a new job as well, I got the sack before because I hit a customer who pinched my butt. My mum threw me out f my house so I'm living in my friends apartment....in their unborn baby's room....I may have drank myself blind in there." He shook his head. "It'll get better, I promise." He watch s as she let's out another shaky breath. "What do you study?" He asked, trying his best to sway the conversation a different way. "I study Journalism and Communications."

"Who's the guy your friend is with?" Pierre ubbed her shoulder to at least try to comfort her and it seemed to be working. "Some Charlie guy I think. I can't remember his second name but she wanted me to go on this double date with her tonight and I refused. All she wanted to do was get me out more and what did I do? I threw it in her face and now I have nobody left." The silent sobs escape her lips and she hides her face in her hands. Y/n pushed away from Pierre but he pulled her straight back. "You don't have to blame yourself for this. I was supposed to go out with my friend tonight but I passed on it for quality time with my crew members. Sometimes we have our own reasons not to do things but we need to explain them at least." Y/n whipped her eyes and nodded, showing off her slight smile at his words. "I suppose so."

"How about you call your friend and tell her you are going to dinner but you have a date sorted out." Pierre lifts the girl up onto her feet and walks with her. "Hey guys, I need to go so take care of the trophy. Don't lose it!" Pierre warned before walking out of the bar. Cheers and wolf howls followed Pierre and Y/n from his crewmates as the crewmates heads filled with explicit thoughts of the pair when in reality, they couldn't be more wrong.