Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Pierre Gasly - The Footballer And The Driver

Request from @useressss i hope she enjoys this xx
*translations in the comments. If u legit just came here within a few minutes of it being posted, bare with me for the translations.

The roars from the crowd only got louder and louder as the young Sophia Leclerc approached the goal. Her heart was pounding, this was her moment, her first ever international goal was on the brink of becoming a reality and everyone that mattered something to her was there, her family, her friends, Pierre. She met Pierre back during Charles' Karting days and she became very close to Pierre but that was only as a friend, she wanted more. Sophia may or may not have caught feelings during the time they've known each other which didn't go unnoticed by anybody except for Pierre, he just saw it as a best friend kind of thing. Charles would always be the one to push his little sister along and try to get her to make a move but it was no use. She didn't want to ruin anything they had with her stupid emotions getting in the way.

Pierre stood up in the stands in a Jersey with "S. Leclerc" printed on the back, same as all of Sophia friends and family. "Wooh! Allez Sophia! Tire!" (I mean I study French and that's what we were told shoot means so sorry to the French if I got it wrong) Sophia pulls her leg back, ready to shoot but no, she got tackled by the Dutch player Liek Martens. There was a mixed emotioms from the crowd. The Dutch were cheering but the French were shouting. "Quoi?! Comment n'est-ce pas un penálty?!" Pierre shouted. Charles let out a chuckle at his friends voice crack but at that moment, Pierre quite frankly didn't give a fuck.

Sophia lay on the ground clutching to her shin. Most people would say she was over reacting right now but clearly those people needed a good hard clatter to the face with a pair of football boots. This was painful. Liek got up and walked over to Sophia to check if she was alright and she was, she was alright enough to be in the box for the corner kick. "Calmez-vous! C'est un corner." Charles said reassuring his friend. Sophia positioned herself right behind most people and do the same move she did to score her goals in PSG. She stood behind everyone and then a little behind the keeper so she could just slip it in. Then she cled for Valérie who was taking the corner to pass to her. Valérie shot it bt everyone and directly to the head of Sophia. It looked like a small glimmer of hope for the French team's first goal in the match and the Monegasque's first goal in international football but alas, the keeper pounced towards the ball and not only hit the ball away from her head, but also hitting her head in the process.

"Maintenant c'est de la merde.! Que se passe-t-il maintenant?!" Pierre shouted over to Charles so he could be heard. "Rien. Le gardien de but allait chercher le ballon et a obtenu le ballon, elle vient de frapper Sophia par accident." Charles explained. Pierre scoffed but no matter how much disapproving he could do, it was out of his hands. Any cards, fouls or penalties given on the pitch weren't affected by the fans. Pierre looked from the referee to Sophia. He couldn't believe he just played on while someone was on the ground, barely moving. Wait, barely moving? Oh no...

Sophia lay on the ground with a stabbing pain in her head. It went black for a few seconds and then something happened. Her tongue rolled to the back of her throat and blocked her airways. She began panicking and shaking which made the goalkeeper of the Dutch team sprint out and call for medical treatment to come immediately. Sophia could feel herself getting lighter and lighter as if she was going to pass out and she soon did. "Pierre! Reviens!" Charles called after Pierre running down to the stand's exit. "Mais Sophia! Elle est blessée!" Pierre called back. Charles ran after him and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Tu peux simplement pas courir sur le terrain de football!" Charles yelled. "Alors j'attendrai qu'elle sorte!" Pierre ran down the steps, nearly tripping down some of them until she reached the ground and ran to the gate but was stopped by a guard. "Excuse me sir, would you make your way back to your seat please?" He asked. "I'm Sophia Leclerc's friend. You can look it up if you want. I'm staying here."