#gasly10

[whoreforbronze]

i am not ok rn😭😭😭😭😭

[formulaeri]

Gassell is here

[charlesslut16]

-its over-

summary : you break up with pierre...

PAIRING : pierre gasly x fem!reader

WARNINGS : angst, includes curse words

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Pierre, your boyfriend of 2 years would always put you last, his friends, racing and his girl best friend would always come first, and you had an enough of his behavior.

Today was the last straw, it was your birthday and all your friends and family were here celebrating it with you, but pierre. Your own boyfriend. He couldn't even bother to come to his own girlfriend's birthday.

You checked your phone, went on Instagram, because you got a message that he posted a story. You opened the story and saw him with his friends and his girl best friend at the club. 

"Happy fucking birthday to me" you laughed as you cried. Your tears running down your face, but you couldn't seem to stop.

Pierre and you shared an apartment, you grabbed your bags and started shoving your clothes in the bag. One after another. Until none of your clothes were in the closet.

You had absolutely enough of his shit.

You heard the door unlock, the keys jiggling and the door closing again. Not only that, but you realized he was here. 

"Fuck" you sighed because you were hoping to leave before he arrived. You could trow that in the bin.

"Shit!" you hear pierre curse in the living room, he probably saw all the birthday decorations in the living room and in the hall.

He bursts into the bedroom, looking at you. Then he looked at all the packed bags. "Mon coeur... I'm so, so fucking sorry."pierre slowly walked up to you, he tried to grab your hand, but you pulled it away.

"Don't 'Mon coeur' me. I'm done. I'm really done, this was the last straw. You say, as your voice cracks, and you started tearing up. Your tears now streaming down your face.

"You always put me last, you go hangout with your friends and your girl best friend for the whole week but when you hang out with me, it's not even for 5 minutes.

You wiped your tears. "I was hoping you'd change, but I was wrong. You forgot your own girlfriend's birthday." you scoffed, grabbing your bags and heading out.

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PIERRE POV : 

fuck, it's all my fault, all my fucking fault. She was so right about me putting her last, and everyone else. She was right that we didn't even talk for 5 minutes anymore.

I didn't know what to say, I tried to stop her, which was absolutely stupid because she had every right to leave, I watched the love of my life leave and it was all my fault.

"FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!" I screamed out, punching the wall multiple times, how could I be so fucking stupid? How? She did everything for me, she left her damn family for me and moved across the country for me.

I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, hoping she'd pick up, so we could talk this out. I know that sounds shitty, but I can't live without her. She is the light of my life.

"fuck..." it goes to voicemail, her beautiful voice telling to steak after the peep, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, y/n" looking at the picture of us, by the bedside. The picture was taken on our 1-year anniversary. Her sitting on my lap while all our friends and family sat around us in the restaurant.

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It was now the next day, zero sleep, I cried all night, hoping she had come back, or she had forgotten something, but I got nothing. I tried to call her several times yesterday and in the night but no response.

Not a call. Not a text, nothing. She didn't post on her socials, where she would always post something going on in her life. Not even her family or friends posted something.

I called and texted, her coworkers, her friends, her best friend, her family. Everyone she knows, but no one heard from her. Not even her best friend.

I've tried every place. Our favorite place. The place where we first met. Her favorite restaurant, but she's gone. She really is. 

She must have really meant it when she said this was the last straw, I was immature, and now I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. Ever.

I gave up searching for her, I walked back into our shared apartment. Laying on our bed. Looking at photos of her on my phone, crying as I realize I lost her forever.

My phone pinged, and I looked up and saw a message from y/n. Instantly, I clicked on the message. I read it through and fell how my heart is breaking. I started crying again, while reading the message again and again.

"Stop looking for me. Let me go. It's over." that’s all it read. And it left my heart broken.

[fuzzylichu]

Hey!! Your blog says taking requests for any f1 driver and I’m not sure if that includes the 2023 grid but if so could I please request 1 and 10 from your prompt list with Logan Sargeant? Maybe like a “morning after” type thing?

If you don’t write for Logan feel free to choose someone else! + ofc change this however to your liking

Lots of love 💋

Sunshine

Pierre Gasly x reader

Hi tysm for the request :`D

I'm sorry it took so long

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Barely awake, you saw a figure. You couldn't tell who it was but he was at first but then saw the brown messy hair, realising it's your best friend Pierre. He was shirtless and you were for sure bare naked under the covers.

Did you two fuck?

Holy crap. You two definitely fucked. You tried to remember what happened last night but all you remember are little flashes in your head. Last thing you could remember, it was Pierre's birthday party. You two were taking shots with Charles and Yuki. Next thing you remember were flashes of when you two did it.

While you were figuring it out, he tossed and turned around. "Y/n?" He groaned in confusion. "good morning" he said as he rubbed his face.

"did we fuck?" You asked. "Probably" he answered calmly. You got up and sat on the bed. You could see yourself in the giant mirror hung on the wall; your hair was a mess and your neck was covered in hickeys and bites. "You really messed me up haven't you?" You laughed. "You look so fucking good right now" he blurted out. You raiseed your eyebrows at him as you turned red. "Thanks"

"I'm going to go make breakfast" he got up and put his shorts back on. "Pancakes sounds good for you?"

"mhm" you got up to find your clothes, which was just gone. Nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to borrow one of Pierre's. going into Pierre's closet, you were overwhelmed with clothes. Then one of them caught your eye. It was his blue alpha tauri sweater; you quickly put in on and head downstairs. You saw him in the kitchen and sneaked up on him. "Holy shit you scared me!" He jumped. "Smells really good, is it ready yet?"

"should be done by now"

You brought the plates to the table and sat down. As he also sat down he look at the sweater, "wait is that my sweater?"

"mhm" you hummed while eating the pancakes. He laughed at you as you devoured the pancakes. "You look so good in my sweater you're just.. so gorgeous." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach start going crazy. "Don't stare at me like that, " he chuckled.

"maybe we should fuck again, this time I'll make sure you remember."

[mcisaf1]

the photo dump ❤️

Had to include 2 pics with Charles.

I honestly cant get over how much affection charles has for Pierre in the 2nd pic 😍

[hiissole]

Some eyes 👀

[banditop]

there is nothing gayer than football. why are you as a man running around chasing other guys in shorts if not gay??

[itsgxsly]

every time I hear this song I can only think about what it would be like to meet and fall in love with Pierre Gasly