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[f1-motogpobsessed]

Along For the Ride - Chapter One - They Meet (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1301822023-along-for-the-ride-chapter-one-they-meet?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=embie3&wp_originator=yKLOuvkyI%2Fjdu4PR3Nhfkk66krR0TvVrrGlGdA5C2fHnuIMi6mUWOIPbFpTTLVga9%2B0Ob%2FDNtc1NlBi%2BB5wucHxVTwwmVjUazu6UtEfLoNIcGfxVrdHlB%2F2DlH1wGhml When they met she had no idea who he was. This was perfect for him, giving him a chance to be himself first and famous racer second. But with a life of her own, will she follow him around the world or is balancing their lives too hard.

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[marquez-junky8920]

Hi! could you write a sad plot (I love suffering lol) about fabio and his girlfriend or wife losing the baby they were expecting? then there may be a second part about when she finally gets pregnant.

Thankssss! ♥️♥️♥️

From Misfortune to Blessing

TW: There are graphic depictions of a miscarriage in this story. There is a happy ending though.

No woman ever expects that she is going to miscarry any child in her lifetime. But statistics show that in women from age 19-40, the possibility of a miscarriage is very common. About 10-20% of known pregnancies end in miscarriage. There is no scientifically proven reason as to why this percentage is climbing higher and higher, but you never could have imagined that you would be part of that statistic.

-

"Do you think it's going to be a girl or a boy?" Fabio asked you, hovering over your naked body after you'd both come down from your highs. His large hand cradled your face as if you were made of glass. You nestled into his touch and closed your eyes in thought.

"I'm honestly not sure if I want to know. I think we should leave it a surprise." you hummed, whimpering lightly when he pulled out of you to lay next to you. He rested his hand on your belly, barely showing a bump already. You were about 12 weeks along and were beginning to show. Fabio thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen - you walking around with a beautiful baby bump.

Moving himself further down on the bed, he places kissed on your stomach and smiled when he felt your hands in his hair.

"I think you're a boy. Don't let me down, little man. I can't be outnumbered with women in this house..." he whispered to your stomach, chuckling when he heard you snort out a laugh.

"And if it's a boy, then I'll be outnumbered!"

"Yeah but... We can always try for another one later down the road." he smirked, kissing his way up your body and taking his time when he got to your lips.

"And what if that's a boy too?" you looked at him, eyes looking over his entire face.

"Then I'll have a little French army that I can tackle you with on birthdays, mother's days, and Christmases." he smiled that smile of his that always made your heart flutter and butterflies fly around in your stomach.

"Well I suppose I can't complain about that proposal." you playfully rolled your eyes, getting up from the bed to go to the restroom. As you stood up, you felt a sharp pain in your back that took the breath out of you. Putting your hands on the bed and bending over, Fabio quickly put some sweatpants on and ran to your side of the bed. Holding you steady as you bent over, he asked you what happened.

"Ahh... I don't know I just got this shooting pain in my back." you hissed in pain, moving to sit back down on the edge of the bed.

"Is it your sciatic nerve again?" he asked. You had always had issues with a pinched sciatic nerve and it never got better as you got older. You nodded your head and took a deep breath. The pain was slowly starting to subside as Fabio told you to lay on your stomach so that he could massage out the knot in your back. Oddly enough, you'd figured out that Fabio gives amazing massages after you told him about this issue you had.

"All better?" he kissed the back of your neck and helped you up out of the bed.

"Yeah it feels like it. I'm not getting the breath knocked out of me, so that's nice." you chuckled, walking to the bathroom to finally go pee. Fabio ran a shower for you both and you stepped in when you flushed the toilet. You were far past feeling uncomfortable around each other in the bathroom. You could be sitting on the toilet and Fabio's brushing his teeth, meanwhile you are both just talking about your how your days were and what the plans were for any given time. It never felt like work to be around Fabio. He was your biggest supporter, and vice versa.

"You look so beautiful." he said, awe written all over his face as he watched the water cascade down your hair to your curves, and finally to your swollen belly.

"Oh stop it." you smiled shyly at him, turning around to get some shampoo in your hand to wash your hair. As you bent over, you felt his hand cheekily run up from the back of your thigh to your ass and give it a little squeeze. With Fabio, his love language was physical touch. Whether that was showing you that he was wildly attracted to you, or whether it was just a simple hand on your leg while you lazed on the couch together on a day off. You remember one specific time shortly after you moved in together that you were sitting in your chair next to the couch while he had his feet up on the couch. You were both watching a show together, and you suddenly felt the need to show him that you loved being close to him. He loved to be affectionate with you, but he loved it even more when you got in these moods of just being near him for comfort. Getting off the couch, you walked over to him and laid in between his legs, nestling your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist to continue to watch the show. He would never tell you, but he grew the biggest smile on his face when he saw you do that. Putting his hand in your hair and holding you to his chest, he felt giddy as he continued to watch the show with you.

Finishing up in the shower, you both didn't bother to put more clothes on because sleeping naked together was so much easier. And cooler. You put some lotion on your legs, arms, breasts, and belly to fend off future stretch marks and got in bed with your back facing Fabio. It was always routine for him to wrap his arm around your waist and drag you across the bed so that he could snuggle into your neck, and tonight was no exception. That was one of your favorite things that he did.

Placing a quick peck on your lips, he turned off the light and whispered a very quiet goodnight before you both drifted off to sleep.

-

Waking up the next morning, you peeked over at the clock and saw that it read 8:55am. Fabio had a meeting with Yamaha that started at 8am, but it only lasted until 9. Luckily, it was virtual, so he was still home with you. Flicking the covers back from your body, you sat up on the edge of the bed and your lower stomach was killing you. This didn't feel like a normal pain... Standing up, you felt a gush and turned around to look behind you on the bed. There was a patch of blood on the bed and you darted for the bathroom. Your first thought? "Oh my god I'm losing this baby."

"FABIO!" you screamed, starting to get hysterical now. He heard the tone of your voice and dropped everything in his meeting to run up to the bedroom. Seeing the blood on the bed, he ran to you in the bathroom and caught you before your legs collapsed as you sobbed.

"We need to go to the emergency room. This is not normal. Something is wrong." you said through your tears. Fabio ran to the dresser and got you some clothes and a towel to wrap your lower half with at the hospital. Rushing out of the door, he sped to the hospital and brought you into the ER.

"Hi there. My wife is pregnant and she's excessively bleeding. Please help us." Fabio said, holding you close to him while you held your stomach in pain.

"Okay follow me please. How long has this been going on for?" the ER nurse asked, taking you back immediately.

"I woke up this morning and had a pain in my lower stomach and then when I got out of bed, I saw blood everywhere and we came straight here." you explained.

"How far along are you, ma'am?"

"Almost 13 weeks." you breathed out, trying your hardest to hold back tears.

"Okay and have you noticed any other types of pain such as back pain or any discharge?" she asked, hooking you up to the ultrasound machine.

Thinking back to it, you decided it was worth mentioning. "I did have a pain in my lower back last night, but I've always had issues with my sciatic nerve, so I didn't think anything of it." She nodded her head and put the gel on your stomach then turned on the machine.

You took Fabio's hand in yours as he sat right next to your bed and prayed to whatever god existed that your baby was okay. Looking closely at the ultrasound monitor, you and Fabio saw the baby, but the nurse couldn't find a heartbeat. She looked everywhere she could and could not find a heartbeat anywhere she searched.

"I am so sorry, but I can't find a heartbeat. You've miscarried this baby. I'm so sorry for your loss." she said, sadness written all over her face as she watched Fabio's head fall between his shoulders to cry, and you covering your mouth not being able to peel your eyes away from the monitor. You were staring at your child that was still inside you, but it was not alive. How cruel of a feeling to feel...

"So what do we do now? Do we have to schedule a surgery?" you asked through your tears. The nurse brought a chair over to your bedside and shut the door to discuss your options moving forward.

"Have you run a fever at all since yesterday when you noticed the back pain?" she asked. You shook your head no.

"Okay, that's good. That means that there is no infection. When you saw the blood, did you notice any clumps of blood?" Thinking back to it, you did notice some clumps when you went to the bathroom.

"Yes, I did notice a few."

"So what that means is that your body has already begun to expel the fetus naturally. There are a couple options that we can decide on in your situation. We can wait until your body passes the pregnancy tissue naturally, or we can give you a medication that will pass it through more quickly. I will warn you that with passing a miscarriage naturally, it is very emotionally traumatizing because you don't know when it will pass. Your body decides that for you and it lets you know when it is time." she explained thoroughly and in a very soft voice.

Turning your head to Fabio, he had your hand in his, holding it against his forehead and still crying. Lip quivering, you looked back at the doctor and asked her question.

"How long will the medication take to go into effect?"

"Usually the pregnancy tissue passes within a few hours. Maybe 3-4 hours."

Forcing Fabio to look at you, your heart broke at his saddened face. You both knew what choice to make, and without a single word spoken to each other, you nodded to him and him to you. That was all the confirmation you needed.

"Let's do the medication." your voice shook violently, warm tears dripping down your face once more. The doctor nodded and explained what would happen next.

"We will need to admit you into the hospital to monitor your progress and to ensure that infection doesn't set in. I will need you to fill out some paperwork so that we can admit you, and your husband can stay with you throughout the entire process, okay?" you both nodded your heads at her. "Let me go grab that paperwork, and then we will just bring this bed up to the hospital room so you don't have to walk."

"Thank you." you told her, not even bothering to smile at her. Your life was just turned upside down - neither you nor Fabio had a reason to smile right now. Turning to look at him, your lip quivered and your face contorted into one of horror and sadness. He stood up and hugged you to where your face was nestled into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." you sobbed, the hospital bed shaking with how hard you were crying. You had only ever sobbed this loud once in your life, but that was no comparison to the pain you were feeling right now.

"This is not your fault." he soothed in your ear, more tears rolling down his face at the thought of you thinking that you caused this. "No one knows why this happens. It is nothing that we did, nothing that you did, and it's nothing that we can control." he somehow explained in a calm voice through his crying as well. Grabbing his shirt a little tighter, you sobbed more, not really caring if the nursing staff or other patients could hear you.

"This cannot be happening. This is our child, this cannot be happening to us." you rambled, feeling Fabio's tears soak the back of your shirt as he hugged you tighter.

The nurse walked in and the sight that she saw of you and Fabio embracing each other and mourning an unimaginable loss almost made her cry. It was enough to make any outsider cry because it only took one look at the two of you to know that something very misfortunate happened.

"Alright ma'am, I'm going to have you fill out this paperwork and we will get you all settled in, okay? Would you like me to read off the information I need, and then I can write it down once you tell me?" she asked, sitting back in her chair next to your bed. You nodded your shoulder into Fabio's shoulder, not daring to break away from him right now. He was the only thing able to calm you down enough right now to the point of getting a coherent sentence out.

The nurse read off all of the generic information that goes along with hospital paperwork and wrote down all of your answers. Her hospitality and bedside manner was beyond any nurse you've ever dealt with before. You adored her, even though you were an emotional mess.

"Alright, let's get you upstairs now." she said, wheeling you onto the elevator, Fabio never leaving your side as he attempted to dry his face but to no avail. As she got you setup in your hospital room, she hooked you up to all of the necessary machines and paged the doctor into the room to give the medication.

"I am so sorry for your loss. My deepest condolences go to you both." he said, making eye contact with you and Fabio.

"So here is the pill that we're going to have you take. What this will do is make your body think it's going into labor, and the pregnancy tissue will be expelled from your body like with normal child birth." he explained, handing you the pill and a cup of water. "We are going to be monitoring you closely so that you won't get an infection or become anemic."

"Do I just go to the bathroom when I feel the need to push?" you asked.

"Yes. Since the clumps of blood are already coming out, the baby was not fully formed enough to have to remove it via cesarean section. You will feel normal pregnancy contractions though." he said.

"And when will this take into effect?"

"You should start to feel the contractions about 45 minutes in, and then once your body feels ready to push, go to the bathroom and just push. A nurse will be in here to monitor you while that happens." he said, blue eyes filled with emotion. You imagined this was his least favorite part of his job - delivering life altering news like this.

"Do either of you have any questions about this process?" he asked, not wanting to push you if you didn't have anything left for him.

"I do have one question. What are the chances of me getting pregnant again?" you asked.

"Fortunately, about 85% of women who miscarry are able to still get pregnant. It takes a while for the hormones to mellow out after the initial miscarriage, but once that happens, I would consult your OBGYN and get an exam before you start trying again. Just to ensure that all of your reproductive organs are back to normal and doing what they should." he said. Thank god a small bit of good news came out of this horrendous day... As he said 85%, you felt Fabio's hand squeeze your and both of your faces lit up slightly.

"Alright. This is Rebecca, and she will be your nurse today. If you need anything from her, just press this little button right here and she will be right next to you." the doctor smiled, smiling to you both before walking out and tending to other patients.

"Hi Rebecca. It's nice to meet you." you said weakly, running your thumb over Fabio's hand.

"It's wonderful to meet you as well. Although I do wish the circumstances were different. I am so deeply sorry for you loss." she said.

"I think both of us wish the circumstances were different." your lip quivered again before you took a deep breath and composed yourself as best you could. Suddenly, she pulled a chair up on the opposite side of the bed to where Fabio was sitting.

"You know, I don't normally share this story, but I think you could use someone to relate to right now so that you're not alone." she said, taking a deep breath. "Is this your first child?"

You nodded your head.

"I miscarried my first as well. My husband and I had just moved here and were ecstatic that I had just become pregnant. We had just bought our first home together, were able to move closer to family out here, got a new puppy, and life was going amazing for us. And then one night, I felt so faint and dizzy, and then I had this horrible pain in my stomach. Unlike anything I've ever felt before." she was getting choked up a little bit, but you watched her in awe of being able to speak so freely about her experience. Fabio was listening very closely as well.

"My husband rushed me to the hospital and we found out that I had miscarried. And not only that, we were having twins and they were both miscarried. It is the hardest thing that you will ever have to go through - that, I'm not going to sugarcoat. It is going to be a very fresh wound for quite a while." she explained, holding your other hand and giving you a weak smile as you cried more.

"But now? I have 3 beautiful children and my oldest just went of to college. Oh my god I'm old..." she joked, pulling a small laugh from you. "Never give up in the face of adversity. Do not let this define who you are as a person, a wife, or a caregiver. This happens to more women that you think. It's all in how you wear that scar that makes you stronger and ready to conquer anything life throws at you." she said, standing up out of her chair to hug you in the bed. She walked around and hugged Fabio as well.

"The same goes for you. Don't give up trying. It will happen for you both one day and that will be the happiest day of your lives, trust me." she smiled.

"Thank you Rebecca. I appreciate you sharing your story with us." Fabio said, smiling back at her and then down at you. That was the pep talk that both of you needed right about now.

After about a 5 minute silence, you felt your stomach start to cramp, wincing in pain.

"Are you feeling contractions?" Rebecca asked, Fabio's head shooting up from the chair that he was taking a nap in. You nodded your head and Rebecca came to your side shortly before Fabio did as they helped you walk to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, the tissue began to pass and the tears came back all over again. Putting your head on your knees, you sobbed once more and both of them kneeled in front of you to hug you.

"You're almost done sweetie. You can do this." Rebecca said while Fabio's hand rubbed at your back.

After about 30 minutes, the contractions had subsided quite a bit and Rebecca went to get the ultrasound machine. Looking at the monitor, everything was out and you were clear. It was time to go home and mourn...

Checking out of the hospital, both you and Fabio were still in shock at what had just happened. Getting to the car, when he went to open your door and turn around to help you in, you had your head in your hands crying again. He brought you into a hug and just held you in the parking lot, both of you leaning on each other in this time of need. This was probably one of, if not the worst, day of both of your lives.

-

8 months later

You had gone to your OBGYN for a checkup a few months after your hospital visit. Fabio, being the amazing, supportive boyfriend that he is, was right there by your side all the time no matter the time of day. The doctor examined you and confirmed that everything was going alright and that your hormones should be returning back to normal in about a month. The rest of the time in those 8 months, you and Fabio took some time to heal and mourn for a while. You would both go hiking together just to get out of the house and get your minds distracted, go on dinner dates, picnics together, spontaneous weekend trips, etc. Anything to move past this and begin trying for another child. After the both of you felt that enough time had passed, when you did have sex with him, neither of you were careful with protection. You both took the stance that if it happened, it happened. And if it didn't, it didn't. After all this time to reflect with each other, you'd realized that this was part of life. It was an extremely difficult part to deal with, but it had to be dealt with nonetheless. You never wanted to get your expectations as high as before, because you didn't know if you, or Fabio for that matter, could handle another let down as big as a miscarriage.

For the past week or so though, you'd noticed that you were having such strange cravings. Pickles and ice cream, peanut butter and oreos, and stranger than all of the above? Chocolate covered doritos. You'd never had cravings this bad, not even on your period.

Currently, Fabio was in France for the Le Mans race, and you had no choice but to stay home because you didn't have anymore vacation time to take off of work. Luckily, your company was all remote based, so you had the luxury of working from home in your pajamas. Who wouldn't want that, right?

Rummaging through the pantry, you noticed that you had no more doritos. Sighing, you clocked out for lunch and made a quick run to the grocery story to get some. As you were walking past the feminine care aisle, you remembered that you needed tampons since you were almost out. As you walked past the pregnancy tests, your interest piqued. Biting at your cheek, you decided to get 2, one of each from a different brand. Checking out, you made quick work of driving home.

Making sure to cure your craving first, you brought the bowl of doritos upstairs to the bathroom with you and you opened the pregnancy tests. Closing the cap on the sticks after you finished, you put the on the bathroom counter, turned out the light, and walked out. You couldn't sit there for the full 3 minutes and wait for the line to show up. Going back to clock in at work, you finished out your shift and went to sit on the couch before remembering that you'd left the tests upstairs. Your stomach was suddenly in knots. Walking up the stairs, you put your hand on the light switch in the bathroom and took a deep breath before flicking the light on. Grabbing the pregnancy tests and holding them to your chest, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"No matter the outcome, you can do this." you whispered to yourself. Taking one last deep breath, you looked at the first one and saw a + sign. Tears were already running down your face, but you sat on the floor when you saw the second + sign on the second test.

You. Were. Pregnant.

Picking up your phone immediately to video chat Fabio, he answered the phone in his leathers as he was walking to the garage from the paddock. He smiled at you until he saw you crying and his smile dropped.

"Baby what's wrong?? Did something happen?" he asked, setting his water down and sitting in his chair in his garage.

"Are you where you can scream?" you asked, his eyebrows furrowing at such a weird question.

"Uhh.. Yeah? I guess so." he said.

Holding up the positive pregnancy tests, his hand covered his mouth before he ran out into the pit lane with you on camera and whistled to all the guys to come out of their garages.

"My wife is pregnant!" he screamed as loud as he could, followed by the entire pit lane erupting in cheers and happiness for you and Fabio. Everyone was very close friends, even the mechanics and the crew chiefs, so they all knew how big of a deal this was. As the cheers died down, Fabio walked back into his garage and sat back down in his chair wearing the goofiest smile on his face.

"Oh my god I-... I can't believe you're actually pregnant." he laughed, over the moon with himself that you were both going to be parents.

"When you come home, we'll go to the first ultrasound appointment." you smiled to him.

"I love you." he kissed the camera and you giggled at him.

"I love you too. Go kick some ass out there El Diablo. I'll be watching from home." you blew a kiss to him, waving as you hung up the phone with him.

-

9 months later

"Pierre Quartararo..." Fabio whispered, feeling his son's hand wrap around his finger. There was not a dry eye in the delivery room when you gave birth to your son. This was almost 3 years in the making - and my god this journey was one hell of a ride.

"I love you Fabio." you said, admiring how naturally the 'dad' role came to him.

"I love you too baby. And our son." he bent down to kiss you and then gave Pierre a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Oh how horrible to go through such tragedy, only to have it turn into the greatest blessing of your lives.

END

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[lucy90712]

Hey can you write about Fabio where he cheated on his girlfriend? Thank you 🥰

It meant nothing- Fabio Quartararo 

Authors note: I'm sorry but I couldn't bring myself to go full on with this one but there is still some angst hope that's alright

After a few weeks of being way to busy with work and other responsibilities I can finally make it to a race weekend and I'm beyond happy and so is Fabio and I know that because he hasn't stopped talking about how excited he is to have me around all weekend again and how much he misses me when I'm not there. Sadly we didn't get to travel out there together because he had to be there for Thursday but I spent my Friday evening traveling to the Netherlands to be able to be there for fp3 on Saturday. I arrived at the track in the very early hours of the morning and text Fabio because he made me promise to text when I arrived and even though I didn't expect him to answer he replied right away and said he would see me in 5. Very quickly he found me at the entrance to the paddock and ran right over picking me up and peppering my face with kisses like he hadn't seen me in months even though it has been less than 48 hours, he kept hold of me and carried me to his motorhome where he only put me down when we reached the bed and he cuddled up right next to me as we both fell asleep to get just a few more hours sleep.

In the morning we were still cuddled up with Fabio's arm around my waist and his head in the crook of my neck as he still slept peacefully through the blaring alarm right next to us which I don't think will ever make sense to me but I did my usual trick and played with his hair while running my nails over his back which made him stir pretty much right away. He didn't want to get up and pushed his head further into my neck and kissed it gently before moving away and getting off me so that we could both get up and get ready. We got ready pretty quickly and headed to have breakfast with the team who it was nice to see as it's been a while since I've got to see them and we got to catch up a bit while Fabio had to just sit and watch but he didn't seem to mind.

After breakfast we went back to the motorhome for Fabio to change into his leathers ready for free practice but he changed super quickly so we had a bit of time before he needed to be in the garage so he sat down next to me on the sofa and pulled me on top of his lap so that he could rest his head on my shoulder. There was complete silence between us for a while which you would think would be awkward but we are so comfortable with each other that we can just sit in silence and enjoy each other's company which is so nice because sometimes I want to be close to him but don't want to talk and doing this combines those two things. He started to play with my hair after a while running his hands through it and brushing out the tangles so that he could get his hand though it easier, it was very relaxing and almost made me fall asleep again. I was woken up again when we had to get up to go to the garage and as soon as we got in Fabio got into the zone so I let him be and only talked to him right before he left to wish him luck which he responded to with a quick hug before he hopped on the bike and sped out the garage.

For the rest of the day he was mostly focused on his racing so he didn't talk much but after he qualified in second he came back in and the team congratulated him but I could tell he wasn't entirely happy because he wanted pole position. He took his helmet off and sat down on his chair looking down so I leant down in front of him and grabbed both of his hands to get his attention which worked pretty well as he looked up at me and a small smile came across his face.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself second on the grid is amazing" I said trying to lift his spirits slightly

"I know but I was so close and I've been feeling good on the bike so I was hoping to get pole" he explained

"Well forget about all of it because all that matters is what you do tomorrow in the race and I know you well enough to know that you can win if you put your mind to it no matter where you start" I reassured him

"You're right I need to focus on tomorrow thank you lovely" he said

He had media things to do before he was done for the day and he dragged me along with him to the media centre where I stood with Tom to watch him do a bunch of interviews which isn't a side of his job that I see often, its a part I know he's not always keen on but today he seemed very smiley and a lot more upbeat about his qualifying position. Watching him do his interviews made me realise why he is always so tired when he comes back and its because he really exaggerates his personality for interviews and is pretty much bouncing off the walls so its no surprise he has no energy afterwards. Between each interview he would look over at me and Tom and smile and would blow me a kiss which made me blush every time but luckily I had a mask on so it was less noticeable to everyone else but I know he can tell.

Once he was done with all of his interviews he came running right over and kissed my forehead before putting a hand on my lower back as we walked out of the media centre moving it round to my waist as we walked back to the motorhome. When we arrived at the motorhome Tom left us and we went in to spend the rest of the day together which started with both of us getting into comfy clothes and laying on the bed together cuddled into each other. I was enjoying being cuddled into Fabio's side but he had to go ahead and ruin the peace by starting to tickle my sides where he knows I'm super ticklish which had me giggling and trying to escape his grasp but his grip was too tight for me to get away so I had to put up with it until he finally let me breathe and stopped attacking me. He just laughed while I tried to get him back but he's just not ticklish so there was no point but I gave it a go anyway just to end up giving up and making him feel bad enough that he kissed me and wrapped his arms around my waist to play on top of me.

"I'm sorry love I just couldn't help myself you look so cute when you're laughing like that" he said

"Oh come on I cackle like a witch when you do that to me that is for sure not cute" I half joked

"No you don't I love your laugh its one of my favourite things about you" he said

His compliments made me blush so much like they always do no matter how long we have been together but I also hate anyone seeing me blush so I hid my face in the crook of his neck but he moved and held my face so that our eyes were locked together. The cycle of me blushing and him staring right at me went on for a while until he gave up and we settled back down to watch a movie.

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Saturday evening and Sunday morning went by so quickly I couldn't have told you what me and Fabio did other than lay in bed and rush around this morning but now that the race is about to start time has caught up with me and so did all the nerves that always come before a race. Fabio is out on the grid and I'm in the garage watching the screens intently and waiting for the lights to go out for the start of the race. It wasn't long before the lights did go out and the sound of all the bikes setting off made me jump like it always does even though I knows its coming they are just always louder than I expect. Things got off to a good start and Fabio was looking really good on the bike just like he has all weekend but I still get nervous during every race because it can always do wrong and I hate watching that happen.

The end of the race came around after what felt like an age because I was on edge the whole time but on the last lap the nerves went away and were replaced with excitement as Fabio was set to win the race. Soon enough he crossed the line in 1st and the entire team celebrated in the garage before some headed out to parc ferme and I joined them wanting to be able to greet Fabio when he rides in. He came in soon enough and went right over the barrier to celebrate with the team before picking me up in a hug almost crushing me he was holding on that tight but it was nice to see him so happy after he's been nervous this morning about the race. Eventually he put me down and took his helmet off so he could kiss my cheek before he went back to do his interviews and do the podium and somehow he managed to get the champagne over me and some other members of the team which I wanted to be annoyed about but I just couldn't be.

While Fabio went to do more interviews I went back to the motorhome to shower to get the champagne off me because it felt gross having it on my skin plus it gave me something to do which he was gone while normally I would just be sitting and waiting. After my shower I put on one of Fabio's t-shirts with some shorts because it was comfy plus I had a feeling Fabio would enjoy it. My feelings were right because when he came back he complimented my outfit right away and got changed himself before joining me on the sofa running his hands up and down my sides.

After a while of laying down together Fabio pulled me up and told me that we were going to a party to celebrate his win which would have been nice to know earlier as I would have dried my hair properly but here we are. I hadn't really brought any clothes that were party appropriate but I did have one dress that I had brought incase it was hot out but would have to do for the party, I put it on and it actually looked pretty good which was a nice surprise. By the time I was dressed Fabio was completely ready and sat on the floor behind me watching me do my hair and makeup, he even helped with my hair by holding parts of it out of my way and then brushing out my curls after I was done because he wanted to. Once I was fully ready he offered me a hand to help me up and immediately putting his hands down to my waist pulling me closer to him.

"You look gorgeous in that dress" he complimented

"Why thank you you look pretty good yourself" I replied

"Are you ready to go?" He asked

"As ready as I'll ever be" I said

For whatever reason I just don't feel like going to a party tonight and usually I'm quite up for any celebrations after Fabio wins but today I'm just not feeling it but I'm going to go just to support him. It didn't take long for us to get to the club because it wasn't that far from the track but then we arrived there was already a lot of people there greeting the both of us and congratulating Fabio on his win. When we made it inside we both got drinks and went to sit down together at a table where a few other riders joined us and all of us talked for a while before splitting up to do our own things. Fabio and I stayed together to dance which we are not very good at as neither of us have any rhythm but when you give us a bit of alcohol we get a bit better either that or we just don't care how bad we are and I have a feelings its the last of the two. His arms were wrapped around my waist while mine were wrapped around his neck as we swayed to the music like some sort of romance film which is so far from how we really are but it was nice to act like that for once.

At some point we drifted apart and ended up talking to other people as some of the people I'm closer to in the paddock were there and I wanted  to talk with them for a bit seeing as I don't get to do that often and Fabio went to talk to some of his other friends. I talked to about a million people but I ended up sitting with Joan as he was celebrating his podium which was really nice as we don't often get to talk but he's a nice guy. As we were talking all of a sudden his face just dropped and he looked like he had seen a ghost so naturally I turned round to see what he was looking at but as soon as I did I regretted it within an instant.

What I saw was Fabio kissing another girl who had her hands all over him which just crushed me,  it had never crossed my mind that he would ever cheat on me because we are just so close that I never thought it would happen but I guess I was wrong. The thought of all our years together just down the drain within a few seconds made me want to cry but I held the tears back and just ran out the club to get some fresh air but as soon as I got outside the tears began to fall almost instantly and they just wouldn't stop. I always knew cheating was awful but experiencing it yourself makes you realise just how awful it actually feels, when that one person you trust with everything and the one you want to be with forever doesn't view you the same way its just soul crushing.

While I was sat outside crying my eyes out Joan came to check on me seeing as he saw what happened too but I couldn't get any words out to reply to his questions. Instead of trying to get time to talk he just spoke to me and offered to walk back to the track with me so we walked back mostly in silence other than the sound of my sniffling from crying. We made it back and Joan left me alone in Fabio's motorhome which is the last place I want to be as it it filled with his things and memories that only made me more upset that he clearly doesn't love me anymore.

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Fabio's POV

Everyone at this club just doesn't stop talking and I don't want to be rude but all I want is to go back to y/n and spend time with her but no this girl has to keep flirting with me despite how disinterested I'm trying to seem. This girl keeps putting her hands on my arms which I'm very aware is her way of flirting but each time I try and end the conversation or get away she gets more touchy and I don't want y/n to see and think something is going on. Eventually I just couldn't take it anymore so tried to walk off and find y/n but in that instant the girl grabbed my face and kissed me which took me by surprise, as soon as I realised what was going on I pushed her off me and walked away. It felt awful knowing I'd just kissed someone other than y/n because she is my world and if she saw that I know she would be so upset thinking that I cheated but that's really not the case no matter how bad it looks.

I took a moment to collect my thoughts before going to find y/n because I just want to see her and get this off my chest because I know it will not only make me feel better about it and she will definitely understand and appreciate it because communication is something we really value. Looking round I couldn't see her anywhere but I knew she had been talking to Joan so I went to find him to ask where she had gone. When I found him he gave me a weird look as I walked over which made me relive the race and try and remember if I pulled a bad manoeuvre on him but I really couldn't think of anything.

"Hey Joan have you seen y/n I can't fine her anywhere" I said

"She's back at the track I walked her back after she saw you kiss that girl" he replied

"Shit she saw that?" I questioned

"Yeah and she's pretty upset like I mean come on man what was that?" He asked

"I promise you it had nothing to do with me that girl had been flirting with me for ages and when I tried to leave she just kissed me but I pushed her off as soon as I was able to" I explained

"Well you should probably go and explain that to y/n and I'm sure given enough time you two will recover" he advised

That was all I needed to run out the club and all the way back to the motorhome where I could hear sobs coming from behind the door which just broke my heart knowing that I have caused her to be so upset. The poor girl puts up with so much from other with a smile on her face like it doesn’t bother her even though I know it does and yet I’m the one that’s broken her. Hearing her cry made me not want to go in as I didn’t want to see her face but I know I have to face this or else it will only get worse and I’ll feel even worse about myself.

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Your POV

After being left alone I ended up just sitting against the wall sobbing like a maniac which I tried to stop doing but every time I calmed down I thought about Fabio again and the tears then just came flooding back. Just as I was starting to get over it a little bit I heard the door open and saw Fabio walk in and come and sit right next to me before I could get away. He looked me in the eyes and I could see the regret deep in his soul but that didn’t make me feel any better because most people tend to regret getting caught cheating, but I didn’t expect him to pull me into his chest and hold me tightly as I cried. It felt nice to be in his arms as that’s where I always felt safe but my mind was torn as I didn’t know if anyone else had been in his arms like this and that small thought was really hurting me. Despite my thoughts I couldn’t help but let myself be held by him as I cried into his chest, one of his hands was wiping the tears from his face while the other was on my lower back gently rubbing up a down to try and calm me down.

“Y/n I’m so sorry and I know you’re upset but please let me explain” he begged

“Go ahead and explain” I whispered trying to avoid my voice breaking

“Ok well that girl was talking to me and was flirting but when I tried to leave she just got more touchy so I put up with it until it was too much but as I went to walk away she grabbed my face and kissed me which took me by surprise which is why it took me a few seconds to push her away which is probably what you saw but I promise you as soon as I could I pushed her off and just wanted to find you” he explained

“So she kissed you and your promise you had nothing to do with it?” I asked

“I swear on everything that it had nothing to do with me I would never cheat on you you’re my world and I would never be so stupid as to mess things up by kissing another girl who for the record was an awful kisser” he said

I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment which seems to make him feel better as I saw a small smile form on his lips. His explanation made me feel a lot better but of course it’s a lot to take in but I do believe him as he is an awful liar and I can tell when he is keeping something from me so I know that he’s being honest. It made me feel better knowing he wasn’t properly cheating on me but it still hurt a little that he had kissed another girl and someone was flirting with him when I was in the same room.

“I believe you but it still hurts a little that you let some girl flirt with you for so long” I said

“I know I’m really sorry about that and I’ll do anything to make it up to you” he said

We talked about things for a bit longer before deciding to put it behind us but he still was doing his best to make up things up to me like doing anything and everything for me and cuddling up with me in bed for as long as I wanted which was really nice. In the morning I had pretty much completely forgotten about last night I was just so happy to be snuggled up in bed with warm arms around me but even when I did remember it felt like much less of a big deal and I realised I over reacted a little bit but we moved on so I decided not to say anything and just enjoy my morning with Fabio before we have to head home.

#fabio quartararo #fabio quartararo fluff #motogp #MotoGP one shots #motogp imagines #motogp fluff

[fabiochampioraro]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MotoGP RPF, Motorcycling RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fabio Quartararo/Maverick Viñales Characters: Fabio Quartararo, Maverick Viñales Additional Tags: Vale & Franky & Jack are mentioned, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Cuties, Protectiveness, can’t believe motogp is finally back! Summary:

He opens the zip of his leather letting himself to cool down a bit. As much as Maverick loves his job the hot weather is one of the few cons of being a rider. He throws a glance to his phone, looking for a text from Fabio. But he finds none. Instead there’s one from Jack, “how’s Fabio?” Weird. He shrugs and walks in the direction of his motorhome.

Maverick telling Fabio a dumb joke just to see him smile + Fabio telling really dumb or corny jokes, thinking they are so clever and funny. Maverick just thinks Fabio is adorable for thinking the jokes are funny.

#i finally did the thing #mavio #fabio quartararo #maverick viñales #motogp #my fics

[hittveu]

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  Marc Marquez, Fabio Quartararo, Maverick Vinales, Franco Morbidelli, Joan Mir und Danilo Petrucci.

Marquez fühlt sich durch richtig gut durch seine derzeitige Position in der WM. Er will natürlich wieder ein bestmögliches Ergebnis abliefern. Im Rückblick auf Austin ist er aber realistisch und meint, dass alles möglich ist.

Petrucci`s Vertrag wurde heute verlängert, dadurch ersetzt er bei der Pressekonferenz Dovizioso. Er sagte, dass er mit Andrea um die Top 3 in der WM kämpft und auf dem Sachsenring auf alle Fälle besser sein will als in Assen.

Vinales meint, dass Honda und Marquez auf dem Sachsenring die Favoritenrolle haben, er sich aber ranhängen will.

Morbidelli war am Sachsenring immer sehr schnell…nur war das noch in der Moto2, daran möchte er jetzt anknüpfen.

Mir sagt, dass es seit Barcelona Bergauf geht und durch die allgemein guten Suzuki Ergebnisse er für den Sachsenring optimistisch ist.

Vinales will in den ersten Kurven reifenschonend Fahren ohne zu missachten, dass hier die ersten Runden sehr entscheidend werden sein.

Quartararo hat noch Probleme mit dem erst vor kurzem operierten Arm. Durch die vielen Linkskurven am Sachsenring könnte es schwierig werden, trotzdem sieht er es optimistisch.

Zum Schluss folgen die Fragender Fans. Was macht ihr in der Sommerpause? “Den Straßen-Führerschein”, meint Petrucci. Und dass er schon richtig Angst davor Habe….

Zur MotoE befragt sagte,

Marquez, dass es für ihn etwas seltsam und trotzdem interessant ist, aber zzt. ist ihm der Sound lieber. Vinales und Petrucci möchten auch nicht auf den Sound verzichten.

Quelle: Thomas Kunstmann

Pressekonfernz Moto GP Sachsenring Marc Marquez, Fabio Quartararo, Maverick Vinales, Franco Morbidelli, Joan Mir und Danilo Petrucci. Marquez fühlt sich durch richtig gut durch seine derzeitige Position in der WM.

#Bike #Deutschland #Fahrer #Hohenstein-Ernsthal #Moto GP #Motorrad #Pressekonfernz #Sachsen #Sachsenring

[marquez-junky8920]

Requested on Wattpad

Love To Hate Me

"That was a dirty pass, devil!" you shouted over the sound of the engines running. Fabio was sitting in his chair at the pits and threw his hands up in defense.

"Hey, it's not my fault you took that corner way too slow Gabs." he shouted back, winking and smirking at you as you gritted your teeth and stormed off.

You really despised this man... He had been your rival ever since the very beginning of both of you being signed into Moto3 together. He had always had the ability to get under your skin without even trying. From his cocky smirk all the way to his teasing when you did something he would never do on the track - you purely despised him.

He was a great rider, but your stats were far better than his at the time. Lap time, number of accidents, red flag incidences, black flag incidences, and podiums. Yet as much as you knew your stats were better, he somehow had this control over you to get under your skin with such ease that it pissed you off.

Your hatred for him peaked though when you got an email from your managers one day that Fabio had been signed with Petronas over you. You were their number 1 contender for signing a 3 year contract, but then they decides to sign your nemesis. The very devil himself. So, you had one option and one option only - better your riding style to steal the chamionship title from him.

Years passed by and you improved your riding style - tighter turns at higher speeds without losing control, quicker reflexes off the starting gridline, and timing your downshifting better to make coming out of a turn easier and smoother. You were definitely a top contender with Fabio now. Now that both of you were in signed in Motogp - him under Petronas, and you under Repsol - the heat was on to make him put his money where his mouth is.

"Now on the starting grid at P1 and P2 is Gaby and Fabio. This has been a longstanding rivalry ever since Moto3, so it's going to be an interesting race today to see who comes out on top." the commentators voice echoed through the grandstands at the first race of the MotoGP season. "And they're off! Great start for Fabio as he takes the lead over his rival!"

"Not today Satan, not today." you said to yourself inside your helmet, laying on the throttle coming out of turn 1 and flying past him.

"Ohhh beautiful overtake there by Gaby who now takes 1st place here in Germany!"

You stayed tight on your corners and monitored your speed with an eagle eye precision so as not to swing that back tire coming out of a turn. 2 laps to go, and you had this.

Getting to the last turn of the race, you got too comfortable and took the turn a bit wide, which allowed Fabio to catch up with you. Recovering quickly, you nailed the throttle, careful not to make your front wheel come up and lose speed from the drag. You finished the race almost exactly at the same time. You were .347 seconds ahead of Fabio if that tells anything about how excited you were that you'd finally beat him. On both of your first MotoGP races nonetheless. You made your way back to the pits and got the congratulations from your entire team. Sitting in your chair and taking off your helmet, you watched as Fabio drove his bike to his station right next door to you. As he rode by, he winked at you. That damn wink... God he pissed you off.

After that race, the season was pretty good for you and Repsol. You and Fabio had been on the podium together almost every race this season, save for when you both crashed out after his front tire clipped your back one. Your bike took his out and you were both down. Both of you tumbled quite a bit, and as much as you hated each other, you both checked on the other. Rivalry only went so far, but neither of you wished harm on the other. Never.

You'd also finished 5 races with such a close tie to him that the race officials had to review footage to see whose tire crossed the checkered line first. 2 times was Fabio, 3 times was you. You never let him live that down. And when it came to the championship race, oh boy... That was a tough race. You started at P10 and Fabio was in P3. Quite the gap that felt endless when you took off from the starting grid. You kept your composer, never screwing up your corners and never being too rough or too soft on the gas and the brake. Eventually, you caught up to Fabio in Turn 8 on lap 19, the crowds going wild watching the pure rivalry play out between you two one last time for the championship helmet.

"Gaby comes through on the last turn of lap 19 and takes a lead over Quartararo! What a sight, my goodness. She has come such a long way since P10 at the start of this race, and here she is fighting it out with El Diablo himself." the commentators were running wild.

"Quartararo looking for a clean overtake, but can't find it as Gaby blocks his every move. This is incredible! Only 2 turns to go, and we will have our new World Champion."

"Come on, come on." you whispered to yourself.

"Ohhhh Quartararo has overtaken Gaby in the last turn of the race, but Gaby recovers and here she comes! Gaby is our new 2021 MotoGP World Champion!" the crowd noise was unbearably loud, tears filling your eyes as you crossed the finish line victorious.

On the podium, Fabio was standing next to you and smiling as you were given the World Champion helmet and the bottle of Champagne. You gave him a knowing look as you shook the bottle and grinned.

"I know you're gonna do it. Just get it over with." he laughed, not shaking his bottle and standing there with his arms open. His face scrunched up as you drenched him in the bottle, laughing maniacally.

"My turn Gabs." he shouted, chasing you around the podium stand as you ran from his as fast as you could. You ran down the steps and around onto the track since all the riders were in the pit. You eventually just crouched with your head in your hands as he finished the bottle off. You could hear his laugh from a million miles away while the commentators and the crowd laughed at the rivalry seeming to disappear in the name of fun.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you 2021 World Champion!" you threw your arms up and screamed, taking a bow and feeling Fabio's fingers lace with yours. He was bowing with you to the crowd and pretended to worship the ground in front of you.

After the celebrations ended, you headed back to your trailer to get some rest and take a shower. Luckily, you were able to change into some sweatpants and a tanktop as soon as you got into the pits earlier. As you were walking to your trailer, you heard Fabio's unmistakable voice.

"Gaby!" you turned around.

"What do you want, devil?" you poked at him.

"To congratulate you on the big win. You deserve it." he said, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Thank you. That means a lot."

A moment of short silence passed before he broke it.

"You know I don't hate you, right? I'm sorry if I ever came across as hating you. I was only meaning to poke fun at you." he pleaded, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Suuuure." you rolled your eyes.

"No, I'm not kidding. I think you're a terrific rider, a hell of a competitor, and definitely a beautiful woman. There's no doubting that." he said, tilting his head to gauge your reaction. He smiled when he saw a light blush dust your cheeks.

You hated that you were about to admit this to yourself, but you never hated him either. As annoying as he was sometimes, he was always there if you tipped the bike and hurt yourself, always there to give you pointers when you couldn't figure out a technicality that he'd mastered. He was actually your mentor in a way. There was no doubt that he was attractive as well. But something told you he already knew that. And as disgusting as it was to admit this to yourself, you could've stop from admitting it to him now.

"I don't hate you either Fabio." you said, looking up at him, his eyes going wide as he gawked at you.

"You sure about that? Because you seem to love to hate me." he said, leaning back against your trailer with his hands in his pockets. He looked unbelievably hot.

"I don't hate you. I actually kind of idolize you. I've always wanted to ride like you. And when you came to check on me when we crashed together in Spain, that meant the world to me. I'm beginning to think the rivalry made me think that I hated you, but in reality I like you." you admitted, avoiding eye contact with him because you knew his face was smug.

"I knew it. You just love to hate me don't you?" he smirked, slowly walking towards you and taking your hands in his.

"No. I still can't stand you. I take everything back." you rolled your eyes and tried to pull your hands from his to go up the stairs to your trailer.

"Ah, ah. You're not going anywhere missy. There's no going back from that kind of admission." he caught your hands before you could get away from him and he pushed you lightly into the side of your trailer.

"Tell me to stop." he said.

"What?"

"If you hate me so much, tell me to stop." he challenged, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty.

"I thought so." he smirked, grabbing your face with both hands and planting his lips on yours. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest the moment he did that. His hands roamed down to your waist, rubbing his thumbs along your hips and they continued lower until he cupped your ass in his hands, squeezing and smirking as you gasped into the kiss.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that." he chuckled, resting his forhead against yours.

"Do what? Grab my ass or kiss me?" you asked.

"Can I say both without sounding like I've been checking you out for the past 5 years?" he laughed, ratting himself out.

"I think I can give you a pass just this once." you smirked, biting your lip before he went in for another kiss.

"Get in the trailer." he groaned, swatting at your ass as you hopped up the stairs and drug him inside.

Let's just say the champagne on the podium wasn't the only time Fabio got you wet that night.

END

#motogp #motogp smut #motogp fluff #fabio quartararo #marc marquez #motogp imagines #motogp oneshots #alex marquez #enea bastianini #fluff #fabio quartararo fluff #fabio quartararo angst

[marquez-junky8920]

Hi can I get Fabio imagine that Fabio and the kids gave a mother's day surprise for y/n? y/n was touched yet sad at the same time because it turned out that she had been secretly suffering from cancer for the past 5 months without telling her condition to her family:)

Life Changing

TW: This does contain depictions of cancer. It does get very emotional.

5 months... That's how long it had been since you got your diagnosis. Stage 3 cervical cancer. Not the best chance of survival, but not the worst either. You come to grips with the fact that you were either going to live or you were going to die - there was no in between. But as difficult as it had been for you to come to terms with that fact, you hadn't told your husband Fabio yet. You didn't feel that he needed the stress amid his tough season of fighting for the championship.

But it was getting to the point where you couldn't hide it anymore. The treatment was causing your hair to become brittle and break off way more quickly than normal, your lips to become more pale, and your appetite to drop slightly. And it was so difficult to keep up with your appointments and juggling the kids as well as trying to hide this from Fabio. But today was Mother's Day. And now just didn't seem like the right time to bring it up.

You woke up to the sunlight streaming into the bedroom. Rolling over, you saw the sheets next to you empty.

"Fabio?" you asked only to be met with silence. Sitting up, you cracked your ankles before standing up to put your clothes on. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, and brushing your hair carefully, you got somewhat presentable for a day of lounging around the house. Opening the bedroom door, you were shocked to see rose pedals coating the floor and balloons taped on the walls with arrows drawn on them. You heard some scuffling in the living room and turned the corner of the hallway to see Fabio and your 2 children standing below a giant "Happy Mother's Day" banner.

"Happy mom's day!" the kids shouted, running towards you as you bent down to hug them and enjoy the embrace while you still could.

"Thank you guys! It looks amazing in here." you said in awe, looking at all of the pictures they had drawn for you and hung up on the walls and all of the balloons placed throughout the house.

"How did you pull this off?" you looked at Fabio and grinned.

"I have my ways." he smirked, putting his hands on your waist and kissing you. "Happy Mother's Day honey."

"Thank you. This means so much to me." you hugged him, holding back tears as you wondered in the back of your mind how many more times you were going to be able to feel his embrace and his touch.

"Mommy we have presents for you." you felt your daughter Elena tug on your robe that you were wearing.

"Okay okay. Let me sit down and then we'll open all the presents." you said, kissing Fabio before walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"This one is from all of us." Fabio said, handing you the first gift. Opening it, you saw a spa set complete with a bath bomb, new lotion, perfume, face masks, and a very high end moisturizer that you'd been wanting forever.

"No!" you gasped, looking at Fabio as you saw everything in there.

"Do you like it?" he asked, sitting next to you.

"Do I like it? Fabio I love this! I'm totally taking a bubble bath tonight." you giggled, smelling the perfume that was in the box.

"Okay next one!" your son Etienne said, handing you his gift. He always loved drawing, and at only 6 years old, he was getting very good at it. He had drawn a picture of 2 swans hugging their necks together in the water, the shape forming the famous heart. Between the heart shape of their necks, he wrote in his best cursive writing that he'd just learned in school 'I love you mommy. You're the best.' You hugged him and told him thank you, then Elena brought you her present.

She loved crafting things. She was very hands on and loved to create something out of nothing. She had made a clay figurine of a heart with a bow wrapped around it and painted it in beautiful red and pink color. There was a little tag of paper attached to the bow and you opened it to read it. 'Thank you for always being there for me, Etienne, and daddy. We love you so much.'

"Thank you guys so much." you smiled, kissing both of their foreheads before hugging them.

"I couldn't get the shape on the heart right so it kinda looks weird." Elena said, sounding slightly disappointed in herself.

"It's beautiful! You made it, so it's special to me no matter what." you said to her, looking at what she made. She was her own harshest critic sometimes because you saw no flaws in what she made for you.

"Daddy it's your turn now!" Etienne said, his little lisp showing through.

"Alright. Here you go hon. Happy Mother's Day." he smiled and kissed you, leaving you to open the gift. Tearing through the wrapping paper, you opened the box to see a beautiful glass heart with a glass rose in front of it. Etched in the glass of the heart - 'Happy Mother's Day to the best mom and wife in the world. We wouldn't be here without you.' That was enough to have tears welling your eyes, but that wasn't all. He had taken the time to handwrite you a letter that was almost an entire page long.

"Hi baby. A happy mother's day to you for being the best mom, wife, role model, and supporter in all of our lives. But I want to highlight the wife part. I am so thankful that you said yes when I asked you to marry me. God am I ever... I am thankful that you are the mother of our kids and their role model, as well as mine. You inspire me to be a better man, a better husband, and a better father. You are the center of our universe. Without you, we have nothing to revolve around and nothing to hold us together. We are not a family if you are not a part of it. I couldn't have asked for a better woman to share the rest of my life with and to share my family with. Thank you for being the mother of every year, not just this year. But most of all, thank you for sharing this experience with me. I'm so excited to wish you many more happy birthdays, anniversaries, valentines days, and mothers days. I'm excited to grow old with you and watch our kids grow up together. I'm just excited to share life with you, no matter what comes our way. I love you so much cherie, and I do wish you the happiest of mother's days.

Love,

Your Dearest Husband"

By the end of the last sentence, you were full on crying. You didn't want to leave this. You didn't want to leave your family behind, or Fabio for that matter. You wanted to live life with him and make more memories with him. You had so many experiences and memories to still be had with him and thinking about all of that being ripped away from you without being able to control it? It destroyed you.

You folded the note back up and turned to hug Fabio wordlessly. Tucking your face in his shoulder, you sobbed silently as your entire world felt like it was crashing down.

"Baby, are you okay?" he whispered so that the kids couldn't hear. You shook your head no and pulled away from him.

"I need to talk to you." you said seriously, his face dropping as he looked at you before turning to the kids.

"Hey, you guys go play in your rooms for a little bit. Mommy and I need to have a talk." Fabio said, watching the kids run upstairs, clueless that their mom was in danger.

"What's going on love?" he rubbed your back, watching you gather your thoughts before taking a deep breath to talk.

"I- Fabio I don't know a way to tell you this. I have cancer." you looked at him and cried, silently screaming for his help. You were tired of fighting this by yourself and you needed his help.

"W-what? When did you find this out?" he asked, his voice trembling as he tried to hide his emotions from you.

"About 5 months ago. I didn't want to tell you because I knew how much stress you were under at the beginning of this season." you cried, trying your best to keep yourself from just sobbing uncontrollably.

"Baby, I don't care how stressed I am at the race or anywhere else, I love you and want to know what's going on with you. I'm your husband. It's my duty to love you no matter what. I made that vow to you 6 years ago - in sickness and in health." he said, pulling you in for a hug and finally letting his tears fall. "You are never the cause of my stress. You are always my escape and my paradise."

"What are we gonna do?" you sobbed, hugging him as tightly as you could.

"How bad is it?"

"Stage 3."

He sighed. "What type of cancer?"

"Cervical. There's a history of it in my family."

He stayed quiet for a few minutes as he bit his lip in thought.

"I'm coming with you to all of your appointments, treatments, and check-ups from now on. If you tell me you need something, I'm there. I will never leave you alone through this, and we're going to fight this together. You hear me? If I have to drop out of this season, I will. I will do whatever is needed to help get you through this. You're not alone." he kissed your hand and twirled your wedding ring around your small finger.

"What are the treatment options?" he asked, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"Well, the chemo that I'm doing now is a treatment option, but a hysterectomy is the next treatment if the chemo doesn't show improvement on the tumors in this next appointment." you explained.

"Are you willing to do the hysterectomy?"

"Yes. But I wanted to run it by you first because that completely takes away our ability to have more kids." you said, lip quivering at the thought of a piece of your womanhood leaving you with this procedure.

"Hey, I'm totally supportive of it. If it gives you the opportunity to live a long and healthy life, then do it. I don't care if we have more kids. All I want is you here with me. I don't want to think of living a life without you standing beside me to do it with me." he cried again, pulling you into a hug and slowly rocking you back and forth with him.

"Then it's set. It hasn't spread to any other part of my body yet, so if they do a full hysterectomy, they should be able to get all of the tumors." you held him and never wanted to let go.

"Can we make the appointment now?" he pulled away from the hug. You nodded and he picked up the phone to call your doctor and schedule your surgery. This was the help and support you'd needed for a long time.

"It's next Friday at 8am." he said, sighing as he sat back down next to you on the couch.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much your support means to me." you sighed as your tears slowly dried up.

"I'm always your number one supported cherie. No matter what." he smiled and kissed your lips tenderly.

"We should tell the kids." you said, blowing your nose so you could look presentable in front of them.

"Etienne! Elena! Come down here please." Fabio's voice echoed through the house. You hear little feet scurrying down the stairs and they ran into the living room.

"Mommy are you okay?" Etienne asked, worry lacing his face. You nodded and took both of their hands in yours. "Sit down. I need to tell you kids something." They sat down on the floor in front of you. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for this conversation.

"Mommy is sick." you frowned. "I have some trouble with something inside of me and it needs to be removed so that mommy can live a better life. I need surgery, and we have it scheduled for next Friday at 8am. But I'm going to be okay. I just need to have this surgery to removed the infected part." you explained as best you could to kids that didn't understand the concept of what cancer even was.

"Are they going to cut you open like a sandwich?" Elena asked, making you and Fabio laugh. A genuine laugh... Something you hadn't heard in months.

"It's just going to be a scar right here." you traced your finger right at the bottom of her tummy. "That's where everything is that needs to be removed." She nodded.

"You promise you're going to be okay?" Etienne asked.

"I promise. Daddy promises too. We're going to keep you safe. Don't worry about me." you hugged them both as you tried not to cry in front of them.

As the day progressed, you managed to feel a bit better about the situation. With Fabio's support, he kept the mood light and upbeat until your surgery the following Friday. The kids had been dropped off at school on the day of your surgery and he drove you to the hospital.

"You're strong baby. You can make it through this. We're gonna do it together, alright?" he told you, making strong eye contact with you as you laid in your hospital bed waiting for the doctor to wheel you back for the surgery.

"I love you so much." you cried, nestling into his touch as you held his wrist that belonged to the hand touching your cheek.

"I love you too mon cherie. Come back to me alright?" he kissed your lips and you nodded just as the doctor came in to take you back.

Within about 2 hours of surgery, the doctor came and got Fabio in the waiting room to bring him back to see you. You'd make it through alive. He was thanking God that you were alive. Walking into your recovery room, he smiled when he saw you laying in the bed with your eyes closed. This was the most peaceful you'd looked in months.

"You made it baby." he whispered in your ear, your eyes slowly opening to look up at him and smile.

"I fucking made it." you said with all the strength you had. He laughed at your determination.

"That's my girl. I knew you were too stubborn to leave." he chuckled, kissing you and holding your hand.

"Are the kids out of school yet?" you croaked out, throat dry from not having water in so long.

"Almost. They're going to want to see you." he said. "My parents should be on their way to pick them up now."

"Okay. Can you get me some water please?"

"Here." he held up the bottle of water he'd gotten from the vending machine in the waiting room.

"Oh thank god." you said, taking a few big gulps and feeling instant relief as you got some hydration.

"How do you feel?" he said, looking at your bandages and touching them with a feather light pressure.

"Given how I can't feel anything below the waist yet, I'd say I'm pretty great." you chuckled, wincing as you started to feel some sharp pain from the incision sight.

"Oh but it's waking up quickly now isn't it? You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah. I just need to stop laughing." you said, not looking at him because you knew that'd make you laugh more. You and Fabio had 'that look' with each other that when it was a serious situation and you both shared that look, you busted out laughing with each other for no reason. This time, as emotional and painful as it was, was no exception.

"It's finally over." you sighed, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

"And you got a pretty badass scar to prove it. I thought mine was awesome. Then you had to go an one-up me." he chuckled, pulling a wide smile from you. You grabbed his right arm and looked at the scar from his arm pump surgery earlier in the year.

"Chicks dig scars though. I'm a sucker for that one." you winked, feeling the bumps underneath your finger as you felt it.

"Yeah but this one..." he lightly touched your bandage again. "This one saved your life." he said, zoning out a little bit at the end to think of what would've happened had you not caught it early enough.

"The doctor told me that he was able to get everything out. It hadn't metastasized yet, so the tumors were just in my cervix. He said that my chances of survival are 80-90%." you smiled, embracing him in a hug as he cried onto you. Sometimes, roles were reversed and you needed to be his rock. Now was one of those times.

"I thought I was going to lose you." he sobbed, your hand rubbing his back as all of his pent up emotion flooded out. "What would I do without you? Without my best friend, my partner in crime? Who would I bounce movie quotes off of? Who would I laugh with? Who would I fall asleep next to every night? No one. It's only you. It's always been you."

"Hey hey, it's okay honey. They were able to get everything and I'm going to live. The chances of it coming back are very slim since they took everything out. I just have to come back for re-checks every few months." you pulled his head from your shoulder and wiped his tears. "I'm still going to be the one you quote movies with, the one that you laugh with, and the one that you fall asleep next to at night. I'm here to stay. Cancer isn't going to kill me. I'm too stubborn." you did your best at a chuckle without hurting yourself, a small smile cracking on his face. He sat back down in his chair next to your bed and grabbed your hand to hold it with both of his. He laid his forehead on your thigh and just sighed in relief, rubbing him thumbs on the back of your hand. Just then, you heard a knock at your door.

"Come in." Fabio said. Rounding the corner were Etienne and Elena. A huge smile broke out on your face as you reached to hug them both.

"Hi babies. How was school?' you asked, kissing their foreheads as they told you all about their days. Fabio's parents were standing next to your bed hugging their son before setting their eyes on you.

"How are you love?" his mother asked, her soft voice somehow soothing to you.

"I'm alright. Got a pretty nasty scar from this one." you smiled, pulling the covers down to show your bandage. "Thank you guys for picking them up from school and taking them for the next few days. We really owe you one." you said, hugging them and thankful to be alive.

"Oh it's no problem dear. Anything we can do to help." Fabio's dad said, offering you a soft smile. "And plus, anything we can do to spoil them." his mom nudged your shoulder lightly and laughed.

"Alright are you guys hungry?" she asked the kids, their faces lighting up at the thought of dinner.

"Say bye to mommy and daddy and then we'll go get dinner."

"Bye mommy. I'm glad you're okay." Etienne said, Fabio holding him on his knee so that he could reach to give you a hug. He did the same with Elena.

"I love you mommy." her voice echoed in your head as they left.

"They really are good kids. We did good with them. We made them, oh my god." you said, not believing that you and Fabio had done such a good job raising children together. "We rock this whole parenting thing." he chuckled at your remark.

"Hell yeah we do. We make a good team." he leaned back in his chair and looked down his nose at you.

"Since we're not leaving here tonight, do you want me to go get some food and then we can watch a movie on my phone until we fall asleep? The food here is disgusting. Trust me, I tried." he laughed.

"Surprise me. You know what I like." you kissed him before he walked out of the room to go and find some food for you. About 20 minutes later, he was walking back in with take-out bags in his hand.

"My god you really do know the way to my heart don't you?" you made grabby hands at the Chinese food he held just out of your reach.

"We've only been married for 6 years." he laughed, pulling out your all time favorite meal.

"Oh yeah? What's my favorite color?" you quizzed, taking a bite of your food as he threw a playful glare your way.

"Blue."

"Okay that was just a warm-up. What's my favorite place I've ever been with you and why?" Without hesitation, he responded.

"France because you got to see where I was from."

"Dammit! Okay one more. There's no way you'll get this one. Where did I know that I loved you?"

"Easy, after I met your family and got along with them so well."

"Wow... We really have been married for 6 years." you laughed, doing your best to scoot over so that Fabio could sit next to you in the bed. He propped his phone up and started a movie. After you finished eating, he leaned back in the bed with you and held your head to his shoulder as you watched the movie together. This was a night that you would never forget.

4 months later

"Daddy won! He won!" Elena screamed from the pits. He'd done it... He'd won the world championship. And to make it better, his helmet was adorned with a blue cervical cancer awareness tie on it. He won this for you.

Up on the podium, he brought you and the kids up there and picked you up to spin you around in a hug as the kids waved to the crowd getting up on their feet and cheering. To finish off his victory, he kissed you harshly and pumped his helmet in the air as the crowd was moved to tears in the midst of the cheers.

"I officially win at life." he chuckled, resting his forehead against yours and smiling the biggest smile you'd ever seen. After the year you'd both had, you both deserved this win.

END

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[marquez-junky8920]

Howdy! I wanna request Fabio imagine about Fabio who met his crush plus first love after several years of separation for the sake of his racing career. Y/n was a medical stud who was an intern in MotoGP medical section. Y/n's character here as a cold girl so Fabio was a bit struggling to approach her. Thanks!

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Author's Note: Huge shoutout to @73marquez93 for helping me with this plot because writers block can suck a fat one. 🥲

"Got a crash victim coming in. Broken radius and multiple contusions. Get a morphine drip ready. ETA 5 minutes." your resident nurse instructed you.

"Male or female and do we have a name?" you asked out of curiosity. This was the first ambulance to come in during your shift. You'd been a medical student for about 4 years and got an internship at the MotoGP medical section. Crazy, right? You'd always loved the sport and never imagined yourself in this position. You loved all the riders of course, but you had a rule that you'd never date any of them because that mixed your personal and work life far too much for your liking. Your job was already stressful enough, and you didn't feel the need to add to that by having your significant other come in all battered and bruised in critical condition. That would make you act entirely too much on emotion, and that was a very dangerous way to operate in your profession.

Your resident, Lisa, flipped through the paperwork she printed out and read the name off to you. "Male. Name is Fabio Quartararo." Your jaw dropped. Here you were saying you'd never mix personal and work lives, and THE Fabio was coming into your ER. You and him had a bit of a history together. It was obvious that you both instantly had chemistry when you met in college, but when he dropped out to become a MotoGP rider, you lost touch and never really kept in contact.

"Got that morphine ready?" Lisa asked, putting on gloves as the ambulance pulled up. Putting on your masks, you nodded and followed her to open the ambulance doors. He looked very different than you last remember. He didn't have a sleeve tattoo the last time you saw him, didn't have his hair grown out as much as it was now, and he definitely didn't have the abs either. Puberty hit him like a freight train.

"Hi Fabio. How are we feeling today?" Lisa asked, grabbing the clipboard from the paramedic and talking with him for a moment to get updates on the patient.

"Had a nasty highside and landed right on his arm." the paramedic told Lisa, uncovering the wrap on his arm to reveal a ton of swelling and bruising already.

"Has he been given anything for the pain?" you asked, watching Fabio's face contort in agony.

"No. He said he didn't want any until we got here. He wouldn't let us put the needle in his arm." the paramedic said.

"Give. Me. All the drugs. Now." Fabio said in short breaths, trying his best to breathe through the pain.

"Why would you not let them administer morphine to you in the ambulance?" you asked, Lisa standing on the other side of the gurney and wheeling him into the ER.

"Because I wanted to see you." he looked at you, a certain softness covering his features as he did so.

"See who?" you questioned, trying to play stupid and hoping he would drop the issue.

"Oh come on. I know it's you. That mask can never hide those eyes." he smirked, watching as you struggled to make eye contact with him now.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you said, hanging the morphine bag beside his bed and getting ready to poke his arm with the needle.

"We used to sit together in 3rd period math. We shared a mutual hate for that teacher. What was his name again?" he asked, baiting you into the conversation. You could never resist this man no matter how hard you tried.

"Mr. Houghton." you chuckled, remembering the time that you and Fabio got sent to the deans office over unscrewing some bolts on Mr. Houghton's chair. Fun times...

"Gaahhh Mr. Houghton. That was it." he shook his finger at you. "I knew I had you with that one."

"How did you know that I'd be here? I never told anyone that I got an internship here." you said, making sure that he was getting the necessary medication to hold him over until they could bring him into surgery to put screws in his arm.

"Remember our old classmate Francesco?"

"Fucking Pecco?" you asked, surprise in your voice. You'd barely talked to him during class but apparently word had made it around to him that you'd gotten this internship.

"He totally ratted on you." Fabio laughed.

"Traitor..." you mumbled to yourself.

"God I wanted you to be my girlfriend so bad back in college." he admitted. You swore that he could sense your heartbeat increase tenfold because he kept sweet talking his way into your heart. "Why did we never date?"

"Because I was too focused on school, and you dropped out to pursue this career. Never had the time to." you shrugged, hoping that would be the end of it.

"Yeah but we're not that busy now, are we? We both have our careers figured out and we both obviously still like each other." he pointed out.

"How can you be so sure about that?" you asked, taking off your mask and sitting next to his bed.

"Because of the way you look at me. I see the looks that you steal when you think I'm not paying attention. I see your body language when you're around me. If you weren't interested in me, then you wouldn't be sitting here and giving this conversation merit." he said in a matter of fact tone. You always did appreciate his brutal honesty, but sometimes you wish he had the ability to drop certain issues.

"Fabio, I'm absolutely flattered that you still like me even after all these years, I really am. But I made a promise to myself that I would never mix work and personal life. My job here is stressful enough with some of the injuries that we see, and I don't think that I could handle seeing my boyfriend risk his life every weekend at a race when I know what the results can be." you said, picking at the threads on your mask.

"This is nothing, really." he nodded his head towards his swollen arm.

"Really?" you gave him an unamused look. "It's nothing?" They're going to put a rod and screws into your arm Fabio, it's not nothing." you sighed, not believing how careless he was being about the severity of this injury.

"But I'm alive, aren't I? Can't we just be grateful for that?" he asked, reaching out to grab your hand.

"I am grateful for that. But Fabio I'm sorry, I can't do this. I have to get back to work." you cut him off, pulling your hand from his and walking from his room as the doctor was walking in to take him to the operating room. You walked into the bathroom and locked yourself in the stall to just stand there and collect your thoughts. You didn't expect that you'd still have these feelings for him, but you couldn't let him know that. You couldn't give him a leg to stand on because you knew Fabio. When he got leverage somewhere, he stopped at nothing until he got what he wanted. You had to keep your guard up with him.

Collecting yourself, you walked out of the bathroom and went about your day. Lucky you though, you were stationed where Fabio would be recovering, and he was one of the patients that you had to check in on periodically.

"Shit..." you whispered to yourself before turning the corner into his room. His surgery was successful after about 3 hours and they put a full cast around his arm to allow it to heal before leaving it to the open air. He was still a little groggy from the anesthesia, but was definitely lucid enough to register who'd just walked into the room to check on him.

"Hey." he smiled, turning his head to look at you with his eyes that you loved so much.

"How are we feeling?" you asked, checking his stats and writing them down in his chart while you stood at the foot of his bed.

"I can't feel anything right now, so I'm amazing." he chuckled, pulling a small smile from you. As you finished up, you asked him if there was anything that he needed and he shook his head no. When you turned to walk out of the room, you heard his velvety voice speak out.

"Wait a second." he said, stopping you in your tracks. "Can you shut the door? I want to talk to you."

You shut the door and stood at the foot of his bed again to look at him.

"Why are you so hesitant about me? This isn't how we used to act in college." he said, a certain sense of sadness lacing his voice. You took a deep breath and looked at your feet.

"Because you are a rider Fabio. And I am an intern here. I deal with all of these race related injuries all the time and they are terrifying. I couldn't bare the thought of you coming in here unconscious and having to perform CPR to try and revive you after a nasty crash. Just that thought alone is enough to make my heart drop to the floor." you said, voice shaking as you told him all of this. Your wall was starting to crack right before both of your eyes.

"But this is what I love to do. And this is what you love to do. We both take risks in these professions, but at the end of the day, it's what we love to do."

"I agree that it's what we love to do, but what I wouldn't love about this job is you dying Fabio." your lip quivered as you looked at him, his features softening again as he watched your emotion flood out. "I can't handle that." you sniffled, composing yourself as you looked at your feet again. He nudged your fingers holding the end of his bed with his feet.

"Hey, look at me." he said, a deep breath sucked through your lips as you reluctantly looked up at him. "Can you come over here?" his voice was so soft. You gave up and walked over to the side of his bed where his non-injured arm was.

"What?" you asked, sniffling again.

"I'm going to say something to you that I've wanted to say since I met you in college. I love you. I really think I always have. Even after I dropped out of college and went into racing, I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped thinking about how you scrunch your nose when you laugh, how you love the lights at Christmas time and the way they light up your face when you see them, how you speak when you're passionate about something... I never stopped thinking about any of that. You have snaked your way into my mind, now more than ever. And I'll be damned if I let this opportunity slip away from me. I fucking love you so much it hurts."

"Fabio I-"

"No, stop. Before you say no or that you can't, think about this. Yes the risk of you taking a chance on me is high and the unknown is scary, but I know you love me too. I can see it in your face. You think you hide it so well, but I know you better than that. I know when you look at me, you smile as much as I do when I look at you. I know you want to do this as much as I do, so just say yes. Please." he said, holding your hand and kissing the back of it. The wall you'd built had just come crashing down. You knew that he was right and you wanted this so bad with him. You'd waited so long to be able to see him again, and now that you were in front of him, you were running from it. Running from everything you'd ever wanted with him. And you were done running. Done building up walls and trying to shut him out. You were throwing caution to the wind and saying fuck it, whatever happens happens.

"Are you done?" you asked, pulling your hand from his and pretending that you were shutting him out again.

He laid his head back in the bed in defeat and sighed. He closed his eyes and prepared to hear the door open and your footsteps to fade into the distance. Instead, he felt your lips on his. Opening his eyes, he looked down at you to make sure this was actually happening. He brought his hand up to rest it on the back of your head and deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed against yours lightly and his breathing increased when you put your hand around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss even further. A light moan fell from your lips when he nipped at your bottom lip and he chuckled at your response. Pulling away, you opened your eyes and scanned his face for a reaction to what just happened.

"So is that a yes?" he smiled, brown eyes flicking back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

"We both take risks, right?" you shrugged, laughing when he whispered a 'yes' to himself in a victorious way.

"When I get out of here, I'm totally taking you on a proper date." his thumb brushed over your cheek as you nestled lightly in his palm.

"You mean the ER isn't a proper date?" you laughed.

"Not exactly the place I would've liked to have kissed you for the first time, but it works." he shrugged.

"That's okay. I kissed you first anyway." you looked over your shoulder as you opened the door to finish making your rounds for the afternoon.

"That was cheating! I wasn't looking." he shouted after you, your fingers tracing your lips and a stupid grin painting your face as you went to the next patient.

-

After about 2 weeks in the hospital, Fabio was released to go home and rest. He had just a small sling to take with him and some pain management as well.

"So you take this in the morning if you need it, but you have to make sure you eat first, otherwise it'll make you sick. And then this one is to keep the swelling down, so you take this one every 12 hours." you handed him the pill bottles and he smiled at you.

"Yes ma'am." he saluted jokingly, loving how caring you were towards him. Nothing much had changed in that department. "Don't forget about our date tomorrow." he winked, kissing you before he began walking out.

"Text me the address!" you shouted after him, watching him turn around to look at you.

"You say that as if I'm not going to pick you up and drive you to the restaurant."

"You don't even know where I live!"

"Oh but I do... Consider Lisa your wingman." he smirked, laughing as your stormed back into the ER to find Lisa.

"Lisa! You gave Fabio my address!?" you shrieked as she froze when putting a mouthful of food in her mouth.

"Well yeah... He said that he wanted to take you out on a date and he wanted to pick you up before." she shrugged.

"He could've been a serial killer and you just gave him my address. You contributed to my murder." you laughed, heating up your lunch and clocking out.

"Oops?" she laughed, cringing when you hit her shoulder.

-

The next day seemed to go by in a blur as you worked your shift. Heading home, you stripped out of your scrubs and got dressed up for your date with Fabio. It was nothing too fancy, but you still wanted to look nice for him. Just as you finished putting your heels on, you heard a knock at your front door. Walking over to the door, you opened it to see Fabio in a suit with his hair slicked back. He looked like a goddamn model.

"Daaamn... Look at you." he smiled, checking out your dress that you were wearing and how you had your hair done. "You look like a different person out of those scrubs. And I gotta say, I love it." he chuckled, putting his hand at the small of your back and pulling you in for a kiss.

"What do you say we get this date started? It's long overdue, don't you think?" he smiled at you and you nodded.

"God... You are just as handsome as the day I met you in college." you sighed, watching him open your door to the car for you.

"I could say the same to you cherie." he kissed you before you got in. He got in on the drivers side and started to drive you to the restaurant where he'd made reservations.

You couldn't believe that you'd finally had him all to yourself. Maybe throwing caution to the wind on this one wasn't such a bad thing after all...

END

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[marquez-junky8920]

Hi there, I wanna request angst one shot with Fabio, please! Basically the plot is more towards those who argue bcs Fabio always prioritizes Tom even when Sierra really needs Fabio. Thank you!

Not Meant To Be

(I may or may not have cried writing this. It was so hard to make him the bad guy! 😭)

Scenario 1 - Bad Day

Today had been the worst day. Your boss was hounding you at work to get things done that you had no business doing, the phone was ringing off the hook, and you had a horrendous headache. At about 7:30pm, you headed home. That fact pissing you off even more, as you should've left at 3:00pm when your usual shift was up. You felt like crying and just laying in bed with Fabio while he held you and let you cry. You called him on your way home to tell him that you had a terrible day, and he was very sympathetic to that - offering his help in whatever way he could. However, when you got home, his best friend Tom was there and they were zoned out playing video games. They were so loud and rambunctious that Fabio didn't even hear you come through the door and toss your keys on the table. Too tired to even give a shit anymore, you walked to the bedroom to change clothes and go to sleep. Alone.

-

Scenario 2 - Birthday

"Are you kidding me Fabio? You missed my birthday to go have drinks with fucking Tom?" you shouted, looking at him sitting on the bed.

"I didn't know it was going to be this big of a deal!" he argued back, watching you grab your own hair and take a deep breath so that you wouldn't explode and say something you didn't mean.

"A big deal? Have I ever missed a single birthday, anniversary, or championship for you? To go have drinks with friends? No, because I know those things are a big deal to you. Why don't you do the same for me?" you asked, voice cracking at the end. He really hurt you this time by not caring or thinking about how it would effect you.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I fucked up and I'm sorry, Sierra. I don't know what I was thinking and I should've been here for you." he said, standing up from his spot on the bed to come and hug you.

"Do you have any idea how much it hurt to have to tell my family that my boyfriend ditched me to go have drinks with his friend over me?" you cried, voice softer now as he held you.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I put you through that. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, my love." he pleaded, hugging you a bit tighter now.

-

Things got a little better after that conversation. He didn't miss your birthday the next year, no missed anniversary, and he was there a lot more. Until he wasn't and he changed.

Scenario 3 - The Last Straw

"How are you honey?" your dad asked, both of your faces emotionally exhausted from the recent loss of your mother. Cancer is a bitch.

"I'm fine." you said shortly, tears pricking your eyes as you looked at your dad.

"How are you really?" he asked once more, getting up from his spot on your couch to come cradle you in his arms as you sobbed uncontrollably.

"I know. I know." he said, trying to hold back his own tears to be strong for you.

"Why did this happen to us? We're good people dad! Why is this happening?" you cried through your sobs, heart pounding in your chest and your head throbbing.

You stayed with your dad for a few days to mourn, grief, and attend the funeral, then had to head back home to Fabio in Andorra. Which you were excited for because he had been there recently as you were going through the motions of your mother's cancer diagnosis.

"Fabio! I'm home!" you shouted, rolling your suitcase to the bedroom and walking through the apartment to search for him.

"Fabio?" you shouted once more only to be met with dead silence. You pulled out your phone and texted him.

Sierra: 3:43 pm

Where are you? I just got home.

Fab❤️: 3:55 pm

I'm out with Tom. I'll be back in an hour.

That... That right there was the last straw for you. You didn't even respond to him because you were being torn apart from the inside out right now. Your boyfriend, your world, and your rock was abandoning you. Choosing his friends over you. It all became too much for you too quickly. Your heart rate increased and you felt like you couldn't breathe. You slid down the wall in the bedroom and just sobbed as loud as you could. You were honestly surprised that the neighbors didn't hear you. Curling into a ball on the floor and crying, sobbing, hysterical seemed to be how a lot of your life was lately. Between ups and downs in your relationship and having to deal with going home for your mom's cancer treatments, you were physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted. Picking yourself up off the floor after about 30 minutes, you stopped your tears and knew what you had to do. It was for your own sake.

Going into the closet, you pulled out every bag and suitcase you could find and began packing your things. Pictures, clothes, shoes, everything. All the memories you made together, all the inside jokes you had together, all of the screams, cries, and tears that were shed in this apartment - all of it meant nothing now. You were emotionally checked out, and once you hit that point, it's over. You knew yourself too well.

As you were packing your last suitcase with your clothes from the dresser, you heard the front door open and close. Fabio was home.

"Sierra? I'm home bab-... What is this?" he asked, looking at all of your packed bags on the bedroom floor.

"I'm done. I'm moving out." you said quietly and in such a numb voice that you didn't even recognize yourself.

"Why? Ra, talk to me." he said, walking towards you to take the clothes out of your hands and stand in front of you. Not in an intimidating way, but in a caring way.

"Talk to you? How can I do that when you're out with Tom all the time?" you said lowly, eyes casting upwards to look at him, and seeing Tom standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Can you give us a bit?" Fabio asked, ushering Tom out of the room as he shut the door behind him.

"Is this why you're packing your bags?" Fabio asked.

"Isn't it blatantly obvious? Fabio, my mother just died! And I come home from going through that, which you know damn well was difficult, and you're out fucking off with Tom again! Do you know how that makes me feel? I feel like you're a different person. I don't know you anymore. You've become so entangled with going out with friends and partying, and I get left here alone to wonder if you even love me anymore. I can't do this anymore." you cried, putting your last shirt in your suitcase and zipping it up.

"That's really how you want to end this? By walking out and not fighting?" he asked, a dumbfounded look on his face. You slowly turned back to him and pointed your finger at him.

"Don't you fucking dare. I have fought ENDLESSLY to try and fix this with you over the past year, and you want to sit here and throw that in my face that I didn't try?" you shouted and walked closer to him and got face to face with him.

"Fuck you." you whispered in disgust, grabbing your purse and bringing your suitcases outside, slamming the apartment door behind you.

"Sierra, wait! Wait." you heard Tom shout.

"Not the time, Tom." you sighed, putting your suitcase in your car.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know you 2 were having issues. I would've never invited him to anything if I knew this is how you were feeling." he explained, extreme remorse coating his face.

"Don't worry about it. Our issues aren't yours and my issue isn't with you. It's with the man standing up in that apartment and watching his girlfriend walk out, yet not even having the balls to come out here and fight for her. I have no issue with you Tom." you said, offering him a friendly hug and thanking him for explaining.

"It's time for me to go. It's best for all of us." you said, smiling weakly at him as you got in your car and started the engine. As you drove, you felt nothing. No more tears to cry, no more anger to put on anyone, no more fucks to give. You called your dad.

"Hello?" he answered. As sure as you were that you had finished crying, his voice always bringing you a sense of security. You weren't afraid to let him see you breakdown.

"Daddy, I can't do it. I couldn't do it anymore." you cried.

"Do what? What happened?"

"Fabio and I are done. I came home from staying with you after the funeral, and he was out with his friends again when he told me he'd be there. He told me he'd be there and he wasn't." your lip quivered, teeth nipping at it to stop.

"God... How dare he? Are you coming home?" he asked, anger filling his voice at the thought of a man hurting his daughter.

"Can I?"

"Of course. The spare bedroom is free. You can stay there until you get on your feet again. Come home sweetie." he said, a sob falling from your lips in relief that you had family to support you.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 2 hours." you said. "I love you dad."

"I love you too honey. I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright, bye." you said, hanging up the phone and focusing on driving. Looking back in your mirror, you saw the apartment. There goes your life.

-

2 months had passed by, and you were doing somewhat better. You were getting over the emotional trauma of your mother passing away so suddenly, and the anger and the pain from your breakup. Fabio on the other hand, was an emotional mess.

He had come to the realization very quickly at how royally he fucked up losing you and pushing you out. You were his biggest supporter in life. His biggest fan, his future wife, you were his. Only his. And he missed you so much that it physically hurt him to think about it. He hadn't spoken to Tom, or anyone for that matter, since the day you left. He was in such a deep depression that he didn't get out of bed for about a week. He would lay in the bed until the late hours of the night and think of you. You were like a snake that had entwined with his brain and his heart, and you were constricting them both to the point where he could think of nothing else but you. Sierra. His Sierra. His world. He spent countless nights crying himself to sleep, thinking of how stupid he'd been to not fix the issue when you first brought it up. Cried thinking of how you must've felt when you lost your mom and he wasn't there to hold you when you got back. Or when he missed your birthday. Or wasn't there to help after you'd had a bad day at work. He wasn't there. He left you alone and he felt the effects of it, because now his worst fear came true. He lost you, and he was without his world.

"Paper or plastic?" the cashier asked you.

"Paper please." you said politely, watching her check your grocery items. Looking around at all the activity in the store, you saw the unmistakable head of dirty blonde hair above one of the check-out aisles. Fabio...

"Go ahead and swipe your card ma'am." she said, snapping you back to reality. Swiping your card, you signed your name and grabbed your things to walk out to your car. You had hoped he wouldn't recognize you, but of course he did. How couldn't he?

"Sierra, wait!" you heard a shout from right outside the store, turning around to see Fabio jogging towards you.

"What do you want?" you asked, sounding as unamused as possible.

"I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for fucking us up and making you feel unwanted and unloved. No one deserves to feel like that, especially you." he said. You could see how distraught he was - bags under his eyes, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, and he looked exhausted.

"You're right. I don't deserve to feel unloved and unwanted." you said, shutting your car door after putting the bags in the back.

"Look, sorry isn't going to fix this Fabio. You had a million chances to back your sorry's up with actions, and you missed every single one of them. Your apologies are just empty words now. It's not my fight to fight anymore because I wasn't in the wrong. I've made peace with the fact that we aren't meant to be anymore, and I think it's time you do the same. Goodbye Fabio." you said, opening the drivers side door and closing it behind you.

He was speechless. He didn't expect you to be so... Okay. So okay with losing him and what you'd shared with him. But he didn't realize how when you drove away, you saw him crouch to the ground and cry. He didn't realize that you cried watching him in your rearview mirror as you drove away. He didn't realize how much you wanted to hug him and kiss him again - feel his touch again. He didn't realize how much you wanted to accept his apology and how at war you were with yourself to stay strong and not give in.

And he didn't realize that you still loved him. But you couldn't focus on that now. You had to focus on moving forward and not looking back. Even if you still loved him.

END

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MotoGP RPF, Motorcycling RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fabio Quartararo/Maverick Viñales Characters: Fabio Quartararo, Maverick Viñales, Valentino Rossi, mention of other riders Additional Tags: tw motorcycle crash, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Maverick being a supporting boyfriend, Vale being a dad, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, True Love Summary:

They managed to walk silently for some time, stealing glances of the other from time to time. Then when they approached Petronas and Yamaha’s motorhomes Fabio began to break. The images of the crash and of the two rider mere millimetres from disaster were still so very vivid in his mind.

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