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the-offside-rule · 1 day

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Marc Marquez (Ducati) - I'm Back

Requested: yes

Prompt: 57) "I am loving the helmet hair."

Warnings: nope

The scorching asphalt of the MotoGP track still radiated heat as Marc Márquez guided his bike to a respectable second-place finish. The cheers of the crowd mingled with the ecstatic shouts of his team members as they greeted him in the pit lane. As he parked his bike, he ran towards his team, jumping into them as all Marc felt was numerous pats on the back.

Sweat glistened on his forehead as he removed his helmet, his adrenaline still surging from the intense race. Amidst the chaotic celebration, Marc's eyes sought out the one person who mattered most to him in that moment; his girlfriend, Y/n. He spotted her just to the left of him, a proud smile gracing her lips as she waved at him. With a grin, he made his way over, helmet in hand.

"There you are." He said, his voice slightly hoarse from the exertion of the race. "Did you see that?" He pressed a gebtle kiss onto her cheek as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Of course I did. I am so proud of you, babe." Marc's heart swelled with pride at her words. Leaning in, he pressed another quick kiss to her lips before pulling back, his grin widening. "I had to come over and celebrate with my favorite person." He said to her. Y/n playfully nudged him. "Flatterer. How's it feel to be back on the track?"

"Like I never left." Marc replied with a shrug, though a hint of nostalgia tinged his words. "But it's good to be here, I couldnt have done this without you." Y/She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I know. I'm basically your lucky charm." He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "You definitely are." Y/n's gaze shifted to his disheveled hair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And I must say, I'm loving the helmet hair." Marc ran a hand through his tousled locks, giving her a playful look. "You mean this masterpiece?" He laughed, knowing full well how ridiculous he must look. She nodded, still grinning. "Absolutely. You should wear it like that more often."

"Maybe I will." He teased, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Just for you." Y/n laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "You're impossible." Marc's smile softened, his gaze lingering on her face. "I love you." He said, the words sincere and heartfelt. "I love you too." She replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I should go," Marc said reluctantly, giving Y/n a quick squeeze. "But I'll see you up there, okay?" Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "I'll be cheering for you the loudest."

With one last smile, Marc turned and made his way towards the podium, his heart light with the knowledge that Y/n was waiting for him, her unwavering support a constant source of strength. And as he stood atop the podium, the roar of the crowd echoing around him, he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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PROUD

Summary: Marc and you celebrate his 100 podiums in moto gp

Pairing: marc marquez x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 309

He had made it.

Marc had finished second and now he had completed 100 podiums during his moto gp career.

You were so proud of your boyfriend for it that you could hardly see from the tears you held back as you watched Marc finish the race in P2. You clapped in celebration with the team as you waited for Marc to come to the garage to congratulate him on his weekend achievement. You ran to the fence to see your boyfriend when he approached. He got off the moto when he left it in the corresponding position and started running towards where you were with his team, he let himself be hugged by all the members of Honda until he finally spotted you among all the tide of people. With the help of the team you approached to Marc, who as fast as he had you close he clung to you with his arms around your waist. You hugged his neck without caring that he was sweaty from the effort, you caressed his hair and left many kisses on his cheek with emotion, happy to have him in your arms.

"You don't know how proud I am of you, mi niño" you spoke close to his ear to overcome the noise of the screams.

"Thank you mi vida, thank you really for everything, for being here with me and supporting me." Marc clung to you, his voice trembling a little from all the accumulation of emotions.

You broke away from the hug when Marc was called to the podium, him placing a kiss on your lips, ready to collect his trophy.

You saw him with so much love and pride from where you were, watching your boy lift his trophy listening to the euphoric screams of the fans, your screams included too. You loved seeing him like this.

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smrsxx · 1 year

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Can i have an angst imagine with number 72 marco bezzecchi? <3 luv your writting.

Stay Safe For Me | Marco Bezzecchi x Female Reader

7 2 . ' ' Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do . ' '

Summary : He thought he knew everything about her , until she disappeared without telling him .

Trigger Warnings : mentions of past verbal , emotional and physical abuse , alcoholism and drug use , self - harm , a lot of tears and angsty feelings , but do not worry because there is going to be fluff in the end .

! ! ! Please read this Imagine if you are only 18 + and with your own permission , because it contains some things that a lot of people find disturbing . If you struggle with anything of the above , please feel free to send me a message , because I know how it is . I am here for you all and I want you to know that I support you . ! ! !

English is not my first language , so if you spot a mistake , please just bare with me .

P . S . I am so thankful for this request , because it gave me the opportunity to express the feelings that I have been holding back for so many years now . Also , it gave me the chance to write something about Marco , because I personally believe that there are not enough Imagines about him out there or any at all .

I poured my entire heart on this - 13.278 words : (

I hope you enjoy < 3

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Thursday , 12 November 2015

Today is Marko's 17 birthday . He decided against the idea of a " Sweet 17 Birthday Party " although his mother always reminded him from a very young age and since he was a little boy the same thing .

" You turn 17 only once in your entire lifetime . "

In which he always responded to her with the same answer every year.

" It's okay mom . Besides that , I don't want a birthday party . I just want to spend the day with the people I love . "

The people he loves . . . His parents and his close friends . . . Her . . .

Y/N was something else .

She was his best friend since they were both toddlers . They grew up together . They did everything together . They went to the same elementary , middle school and now high school . They were always together . Marko and Y/N , Y/N and Marko . Even if they fought a lot of times , in the end of the day they would always apologize to each other and go for a nice walk while eating ice cream . He would always have her back in everything and she would always support him in every stupid decision that he took even if it was dangerous for the both of them . They were in this life together . Every Friday after school they would always go in his house for dinner and then , they would watch all the Jackass movies all over again . Sometimes when she feel asleep over at his house , they would wake up early in the morning to watch SpongeBob SquarePants and the spend their Saturday going in rides with his bike , eating , playing , talking and laughing non stop . They knew everything about each other . They were inseparable and they completed each other .

He jumped out of his thoughts when he heard the familiar notification tone coming from his phone .

He was sure it was her . It had to be her . Besides , who else could it be on a Thursday morning ?

" Happy Birthday to the best friend ever . I want you to know that I'm so proud of you and I love you so freaking much that I would die for you . I wish you the most Happy Birthday and now I want you to come down because I have a present for you . " Y/N had just sended to him .

He open his bedroom door and streamed downstairs to his front door, just to open it and see her standing outside - with her glasses that he made fan of because he loved them so much on her - with a big gift bag on her hands .

' ' I see that you've got my text . Happy - ' ' She didn't get to finish her sentence , when his arms wrapped around her in a tight and warm hug .

' ' Thank you so much Y/N , you didn't have too . ' ' He said to her while hugging her .

' ' Marco what are you even doing outside in the cold with just your pyjamas . If you catch a cold I swear to God I - Oh Hello Y/N come inside honey . ' ' Marco's mother said from the doorway .

Both of them went inside for Marko to get ready and then to open his gift .

' ' What did you got me ? I'm kinda of anxious . ' ' He said to her .

' ' Open and find out . ' ' She answered to him while smiling .

He started to unwrap his gift and when he finally understood what she got him he stopped and pulled her in the most tight hug ever .

' ' I can't believe that you got me a Valentino Rossi helmet . Thank you so much . ' ' He said to her with the biggest smile on his face .

' ' You are welcome . I love you . ' ' She said to him and with that his heart started beating faster and his head felt heavy .

' ' I can't wait for your birthday in December . ' ' He said to her and with that they made their way to school .

And indeed he waited until the 23st of December Y/N's 15th birthday. He knew he couldn't go to her house . Her father was kinda weird because Marco was 2 years older than her . Although Y/N's and Marco's mom decided to throw a small birthday party in the near cafeteria that the teenagers loved to hang out with their close friends.

But little did they know that after that everything gonna go downfall .

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Saturday , 23 December 2017 ( 2 years later )

After finishing high school , Marco focused on his career as a Moto 3 Junior World Championship . At first he didn'y really noticed that him and Y/N throughout these 2 years had slowly separated from each other . He thought that because of his tight schedule and her being in her senior of high school, they just couldn't see each other very often.

Even if Marco wished her a ' ' Sweet 17 Happy Birthday ' ' the situation remained the same until Easter Break .

' ' So how's racing ? ' ' Y/N asked him while they were walking .

' ' It's going so good . It's great actually . I think I might have chances to move to Moto 2 . ' ' He said to her with a smile .

' ' You did it . Your dream came true . I am so proud and happy for you. I wish I could change things to see you more but with the school and the studying for the final exams it's really hard . ' ' She said to him with sad eyes .

He instantly felt bad and he hugged her hoping that it would make her feel better .

~Don't change for me

I like you just the way that you are now

Don't pray for me

I did this on my own and I got this far now~

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June 2018 ( 5 month's later )

They didn't spoke to each other for over 4 months . Everyone thought that they had a huge fight and that they stopped being friends , some other wanted desperately to ask and some other who knew better acted like they didn't care . They kept their mouths shut .

Marco was able to go up to Moto 2 and join the Red Bull KTM Tech 3 team while Y/N had managed to get accepted to her dream university in Rome .

~And I'll get higher with it

My thoughts are lighter with it

Just to let you know I did it

Just to let you know I live it~

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September 2018 ( 4 months later )

Marco was able to go back to Rimini to see his family and his friends . Mostly he wanted to go back home becuase he owns an apology to Y/N . After his last race he made it to the 3rd place in the championship standings and he wanted to inform Y/N that he will be back for one week to celebrate .

But when he opened up his phone and checked his messages , he saw that Y/N and him had last exchanged messages almost 3 months ago .

What made him thought to think of the worst possible things was the last message to him 2 months ago .

"Hey I know that you are busy with all this racing stuff but I just wanted you to know that I'll move to Rome in late September . Remember that everything you can imagine is real . I love you Marko."

~Stay safe for me

I see the inner you and it hurts to let go

Don't wait for me ( don't wait for me )

I'm getting on a plane and I won't be back soon~

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He responded late to her last message demanding an explanation.

"Please just answer me when you're gonna come back home. I'm scared for you right now. " He texted her and with that he immediately left to go to the airport.

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"Mom just please answer to my questions. " He shouted. The whole house turns cold. His mother is holding back her tears while looking down .

"I swear if you don't answer me if she's okay I'm gonna go over to her house. "

When his mother didn't responded to him for onse more he scoffed and went to leave the kitchen.

Before he could make it to the front door his mother had stopped him right on his tracks with only one sentence.

"Her mother sent her away after she found out that she was self-harming. She was abused by her father. An alcoholic. "

And for a couple of seconds all he could hear was a white noise...

All he could see was a dark rook with her crying quietly in it...

It's all making sense .

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He was laying in his bed with his eyes closed but he wasn't sleeping.

He was wide awake.

All kinds off thoughts turned around in his head making him feel dizzy.

He went back to all their memories together.

That's why he never went in her house.

That's why she never went on calls with him when she was at her house.

That's why she never sented him voice messages or videos.

That's why she was against alcohol and drugs.

That why she wanted to leave her home.

He wanted to scream until his throat hurt.

Why didn't he recognized the signs?

Why didn't he connect the dots?

Why didn't she asked for help?

What didn't he confessed his love for her?

He always promised her that he would be by her side forever.

Why?

When he asked his mother if he should go now or in a couple of days to find her , his mom said that he shouldn't go at all.

"Don't go. She wouldn't want you to lose an important race. Let's leave her alone for some time. She needs to fell free and safe. "

With that Marco murmured something under his breath and went to bed to sleep.

He was proud of her for leaving but he knew that she was alone and needed someone.

Marco cried that night.

~And I'll get higher with it

My thoughts are lighter with it

Just to let you know I did it

Just to let you know I live it~

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January 2019 ( present )

Marko was standing outside of her door in her complex apartment in Rome.

Besides him there was sitting quietly a grey female Pittbull waiting for him to do something.

The dog let out a small bark letting her owner know that she was bored and that he needed to make a move.

Marco looked at his dog and he petted her in the head before he took out the spare key that Y/N's mother gave to him.

Things have gotten pretty bad these last 4 months. Y/N was struggling emotionally and Marco was missing her more than anything.

He didn't have any more patience and he decided to take the matter in his own hands by communicating with her mother.

Right now he was standing in the middle of her small but cozy apartment and he could tell by the scattered books everywhere in the place that she lived in here.

He knew that she wouldn't mind him being here.

He took of his shoes and he searched for her.

She wasn't in the kitchen. She was certainly not in leaving room. She must be in her bedroom sleeping. He thought to himself walking to the only room in the house except of the bathroom.

And there she was.

Asleep.

He felt like he was invading her privacy so he went back to her leaving room to sit on the couch.

Pass the time by reading some of her books.

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She woke up feeling something really close to her face.

Something weird sniffing her.

She reached her right hand to grab her glasses by the nightstand.

A grey happy Pittbull was on top of her bed looking at her and waging her tail.

She immediately knew that Marco was here.

_____

Tears started forming their way in her eyes while she petted the sweet dog on the head.

She got up walking quietly towards her leaving room , when she came across him sitting on her couch reading on of her books.

He was faster than her. Always. He looked up from the book and locked gazes with her.

The tears finally escaped her eyes and before she knew it , he trapped her in his hug.

That tight and warm hug of his that she couldn't get enough of .

' ' Jump . ' ' Marco said quietly to her and when she did it he went back to the couch with her.

She was crying softly on his solder while he was holding her like he would never see her again.

Like this was their last time.

He took some deep breaths trying to remember her scent that he had forgotten.

"Can I convince you to stay?" She asked him still hugging him.

"Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. "

"I'm not leaving you ever again. " He said to her.

Marco grabbed Y/N's face with his palms and he looked at her closely.

God how much he loved her. He loved everything about her. Her glasses. Her eyes , her nose ... her lips ... her lips ...

And then he kissed her softly. Finally feeling alive again.

She kissed him back and after so many years of hidden pain and suffering , she felt like she could breathe again.

~And I'll get higher with it

My thoughts are lighter with it

Just to let you know I did it

Just to let you know I live it~

_____

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#moto gp fanfiction #moto gp imagines #moto gp x reader #moto gp x you #marco bezzecchi fanfiction #marco bezzecchi imagines #marco bezzecchi x reader #marco bezzecchi x you

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r4ikkonen · 1 year

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Can I request a Fernando x driver!reader where

- they’re teammates and he’s developed feelings for her over the years but was scared of saying anything bcuz he didn’t want to be unprofessional

- Now, she’s retiring from racing and in Abu Dhabi, he DNFs and finally confesses to her over team radio as she crosses the finish line, where it turns out she feels the same way

- she ends up running into Fernando’s arms and they have their first kiss in part ferme🥹

FERNANDO ALONSO X DRIVER/READER

A/N: OMG i love this so much thank you for requesting i hope you will like it. 🤍

tw: Swearing

y/n has been racing for 10 years now and she has decided that it’s time to settle down and start a family, enjoy some time at home.10 years of traveling every week, 10 years of racing,10 years of friendships.A lot of stuff had happened in that time including meeting her best friend Fernando Alonso.They first met back in the Renault when they used to be teammates and now they got to be teammates once again.Ever since the first day that they met they kind of clicked, but both of them felt that dating each other would just seem too unprofessional and they didn’t want to risk it.Abu Dhabi is y/n’s last race, she will be racing for Aston Martin and so is Fernando.

GARAGE

y/n was getting ready to get into the car when she saw Nando sitting across from her.

“Jesus I can’t believe it’s your last race.”Fernando said with a sad smile on his face.He new that he will indeed miss her.Thinking that he will never get a chance to tell her how he’s feeling about her.

“Me too it feels unreal, Feels like yesterday when I first joined Toro Rosso” (y/n’s first F1 team) y/n was tying her shoe laces while answering to Nando.

“Do you think th-“ Fernando was cut off by the Aston Martin mechanic who was in a hurry.

“C’mon guys let’s get moving we need to be on the grid in a minute let’s go!” The mechanic shouted scaring y/n off.Nando just rolled his eyes to this.

RACE

the commentator - “Aaand this evening we have gathered around to witness another Formula 1 race!We are very excited and so is y/n as we have heard!The young female driver would be retiring this season!

Abu Dhabi has a very sketchy circuit which makes it even harder to drive.For some strange reason y/n was very nervous about this race.Maybe it was because it was her last one but maybe it’s just stage fright.The race looked like a circus it was crazy, drivers were fighting over the place.A safety car has been brought in.This circuit was a mess!As y/n was crossing the finish line getting a P2 she heard her engineer shouting in joy.

“LETS GOOOO GUYS GOOD JOB EVERYONE” y/n yelled

“Very well y/n you did amazing!” The engineer said over the radio

“Hey.. hey can you hear me?” y/n asked

“Yes y/n we can hear you good job once again!” the engineer said

“Where is Nando?” y/n asked in panic

“Uhm.. *radio kept lagging* he’s having issues unfortunately he DNF.

“Oh my god is he okay??” y/n said shakingly

“Yes he’s perfectly fine but however the car is a mess” Engineer said

FERNANDO’s POV

I was keeping my distance when Hamilton suddenly crashed right into me which pulled me off the road.Crashing the car into the barrier.

“FUCKING HELL HAMILTON” Nando barked in anger.

“Fernando can you hear me?..” Engineer kept asking

“Yes uhm I’ve crashed, i’m okay but the car is fucked up” Fernando said just sitting in his car

“Alright the team is coming to help you out.”Engineer said

“Where’s y/n?Did she finish?” Fernando asked hopping that the engineer heard him

“Yes y/n is P2!” - Engineer

“Oh that’s great,uhm there’s another thing i’d like to say..” Fernando said almost stuttering

“I know this is being recorded so.. Uhm y/n ever since we first met in the Renault I had this thing for you.I think you’re an amazing person and i’m very glad that I’ve met you.Now when you are retiring and I hope it won’t seem too unprofessional but.. wo- would you be my girlfriend?” Fernando said being sick of himself and the things he had just mumbled.

“Okay we’ll get through her” - Engineer

Y/N’s POV

“y/n did you hear this?” The engineer asked me making sure i’ve just heard every single word of Fernando’s confession.

“Oh.. oh my God.. uh Nando yes NANDO YES I’d love to be your girlfriend!” y/n shouted being incredibly happy right now.

I was looking for him everywhere in the park ferme.He was nowhere to be found.And then I saw a tall figure in a green suit in the back.I ran up to him feeling so happy that he had finally asked me to be his girlfriend.This all felt like a dream, like a beautiful dream.

“FERNANDO!!” Y/n shouted catching the other driver’s attention as she ran up to him.

“Y/n I’m so proud of you!!You did it!You did it!!”Fernando said lifting me in the air.

“Nando.. Nando I love you” Y/n Said hopping that he would kiss her now

“I do so too cariño” Fernando said lowering his voice slowly putting y/n down but grabbing her by her waist to pull her into a kiss.Her eyes went wide, she never felt better.When both of them pulled a part they pressed their foreheads against each other which made them smile.Later on the team had a celebration for y/n’s last race and getting P2.

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r69per-luvr · 8 months

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marco bezzecchi x friends to lovers

or in which two friends fall in love somewhere between the late night drives and the endless laughter

#motogp # ⸝⸝ 🕸 ꒰ moto of the gp ⋅₊#motogp x reader #marco bezzecchi #marco bezzecchi x reader # ⸝⸝ ♟ ꒰ moodboards ⋅₊

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2-fast-2-curious · 1 year

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I loveeee your f1 audios and the one you did for fabio quartararo. would you be able to find any audios for marc márquez please :)

[M4F] Stargazing Crush

[Friends to Lovers][Forest ambient][Confession][Cuddles][L-bombs][kisses][Spanish][Body-positivity]

Creator Reddit Link: u/Alotringul

#moto gp #marc marquez #christine recommends audios #x reader

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sebmg4 · 10 months

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hi guysss, guess who will watch motogp on malaysia later!!

i'll meet my online friend on malaysia laterrr! which is a kimi fan (i'm a seb fan, which means, kimi fan 🤝 seb fan)

i'm very excited, even though i'm not really into motogp but sometimes i watch the race on my television...

but! one of my friend on twitter will guide me to motogp, and i'm very happy about it! <3

me to my friend fr :

also!!! i'm writing charles leclerc x reader right now 👀

i write it on my social science notebook right now, and my right hand is hurt... bruh

i mean, look...

there was a little mark on my finger but it seems like it's about to gone??? idk

but, anyways, it's a night time for me and goodnight! but, even your time is morning/afternoon/evening right now, i hope you guys have a great, awesome day!! <3

(i'm going to continue to write it anyway)

#alva talks ~ ₊ ⊹#alva's story abt today! .𖥔 ݁ ˖#°˖ ⊹ ꒰💥꒱ alva's rl universe ♡#moto gp #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n

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juleswrites223 · 2 months

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Dad!Carlos Sainz x Mom!Reader ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Context: Your son is a menace in a car, just like Carlos was at his age

a/n: This is inspired by that video of baby Carlos in a car, drifting like a boss 😂. Also for Mateo's face claim i just took Carlos when he was a child to really give the feel that he is a carbon copy of his dad. I used google translate for the spanish.

“Mateo is an exact copy of Carlos no?” Reyes, Carlos’ mother says as you are out on a brunch date with her.

“Right?? Even the way he even scrunches his nose.” You say to your mother in law. “It’s unfair, I carried him for nine months, all for him to be a carbon copy of his papa.” You whine.

Reyes laughs and you guys continue talking then head to the car. As you’re fastening your seatbelt, the phone lights up with your husband’s caller ID.

“Hola cariño, have you picked up Mateo from preschool yet?” Carlos’ voice comes through the phone.

“Hi, I’m with your mom, we went out for a brunch date, I’m actually on my way to go pick him up right now, where are you?” You say as you pull out of the parking lot.

“I just finished golfing with my father, we were on our way back so I was thinking if it would take you more time then I would pick up Mateo.” Carlos says.

"No it's fine, the preschool is barely 10 mins away from here. How was golfing?" You say as you drive towards your son's preschool with your mother in law.

"I got a hole in one, th-", Carlos says as he's interrupted by his father.

"Hola Y/N, your husband cheated." Carlos Sainz sr, your father in law, says quickly.

"Eres sólo un mal perdedor, cariño. (you are just a sore loser, honey)" Reyes laughs as she tells her husband.

The conversation ends as you pull up at your son's preschool. His face lights up the moment he sees your car, as soon as you step in the gate, Mateo's joyous voice rings, "MAMAAA".

You pick Mateo up in your arms and carry him till the car while conversing with him. His face lights up even more when he sees his abuela in the car too.

"How was your day bubba? Abeula came too because she missed you." You ask him as you strap in him the baby seat.

"It was bueno (good). I did counting today." Mateo says as he imitates counting on his fingers.

"Mateo, tu papá te consiguió un auto en el que puedes conducir. (Mateo, Your papa got you a car that you can drive in)" Reyes says as you drive.

"¿Auto? como el de papa? (car? like papa's?)" Mateo tilts his head as he asks, clearly curious.

"Un poco diferente al de papa. (a little different that papa's)" You say as you guys arrive at you and Carlos' house.

"Hola hola." You greet your husband by kissing his lips when you enter and hug your father in law.

They seem to be watching moto gp but as soon as Mateo comes in with his abuela, he excitedly runs to his abuelo.

"Mateo ¿Qué pasa con papá? (what about papa?)", Carlos says as he feigns hurt.

Mateo's favourite one in the whole family is definitely his grandfather. Whenever people ask Mateo who is his best friend, he always says his abuelo.

Carlos sneakily goes to the abuelo-nieto (grandfather-grandson) duo and picks up Mateo and tickles him. Mateo's sweet laughter rings throughout the living room.

"Quiero ver bluey (i want to watch bluey)", Mateo whines and points at the tv when he sees the tv on but it's not showing his favourite show.

"Carlos, Sabes que quiere ver su programa cada vez que ve la televisión encendida (You know he wants to watch his show whenever he sees the tv on). You know what show him his new car, its in the backyard, that will distract him." You tell your husband.

"Mateo, vamos a ver tu auto (Mateo lets go check out your car)." Carlos says as he takes Mateo with him to the backyard. Mateo runs towards the car and immediately sits in it.

"Bebé, ten cuidado, ¿vale? No hay derivas, ¿vale? (baby be careful okay. No drifts okay?)", you say to your son.

Mateo, just like his father, drives fast and crazy. With every drifty turn he's making in his toy car, your heart drops to your stomach in fear he's going to hurt himself.

"¡¡CUIDADOSO!! (CAREFUL!!)"

"MATEO!"

"Mateo conduce bebé lento! (Mateo drive slow baby!)"

This is how he's driving for context.

You shriek until he finally stops and smiles for the picture his abuelo is taking.

"Bien, comamos y veamos Bluey ahora, ¿eh? (Okay, let's eat and watch bluey now huh?", You try to convince your son and luckily it works. He gets out of the car and dashes to the couch.

"¿Por qué le compraste ese auto peligroso? (Why would you get him that dangerous car?) He could have seriously hurt himself." You smack your husband's chest as he comes up behind you and hugs you from the back.

"Haha, Si te estás volviendo loco por esto, ¿cómo reaccionarás cuando empiece a hacer karting? (If you're freaking out about this then how will you react when he starts karting?)" He laughs and kisses you lightly on the lip and you guys walk inside.

It's later in the evening when you go over to the couch and kiss your baby boy's head, who is peacefully sleeping. "I just want him to stay safe forever. ¿es demasiado pedir? Como su madre, eso es todo lo que deseo. (is it too much to ask for? As his mother, that's all i wish for.)

"No siempre podemos proteger a nuestros hijos, pero podemos hacer todo lo posible para garantizar que se mantengan a salvo. Sentí lo mismo que tú ahora cuando Carlos era joven y empezó a hacer karting. (We can't always protect our children but we can do our best to ensure they keep themselves safe. I felt the same way you do now when Carlos was young and he started karting.)" Reyes says to you in hoping to aid your worry. And it does.

You cuddle with Mateo on the couch as you continue conversing with your mother in law while Carlos and his dad are preparing dinner. You look down at your son who is sleeping and looking at his adorable face, you know he's gonna be alright, but it doesn't hurt if you wanna do everything in your power to protect him for a few more years, right?

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velocesainz · 5 months

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You're mine

(LN04)

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Summary: Lando joins you in the motogp paddock to support you but overhears some of the other drivers talking about wanting you to ditch Lando for them. What is his reaction?

Warnings: smut, degradation, minors dni

Pairing: Lando x motogp!racer!reader

Lando POV:

I walked into the moto gp paddock in Valencia. Since us, f1 drivers, had winter break I decided to join my girlfriend y/n to support her.

"Lando I have to go for the PR meeting, shouldn't take more than an hour. You can hang around the paddock and explore if you want" y/n told me awaiting an answer.

"Yea of course, I know how to take care of myself you know" I replied slightly amused by how worried she was to leave me alone.

"That's debatable but anyways, see you later babe" y/n said and skipped away.

Damn. I really love her.

I was walking around the paddock when I stumbled outside the Ducati hospitality noticing y/n's friends, Augusto and Fabio, why not say hi?

As I got closer I guess they didn't notice me, they seemed too engrossed in their own conversation.

When I got to hearing distance I caught a glimpse of what they were talking about.

"I know right she's so hot! I wonder why she's single" I heard Fabio say.

Who were they talking about?

"Y/n's not single dipshit, she's with that landi, landa- whatever his name is" Augusto corrected.

"I honestly don't understand what she sees in him. He sounds like a chipmunk and looks like a kid trying to look cool growing a goatee. Look at us! We're literally like god's compared to him" Fabio laughed.

"Honestly though, she's the hottest girl I've seen in my life, and on top of that she races in motogp? Oh! she has my heart. I bet I could satisfy her needs much better than he could. I bet he's like 3" Augusto adding smiling.

"You know, seeing her winning and smiling around the paddock I just want to grab her and just take her right then and there. She's just so irresistible. Did you see her Calvin Klein shoot? I swear I use some of those photos to masturbate" Fabio replied.

"Such a pity. She is so fucking beautiful. Maybe in the future we can share her after stealing her from that dumb spoiled brat boyfriend of hers. Really wish we could stop pretending to not want her every second" Augusto laughed, Fabio laughing with him.

I had heard enough. How could they say that? I thought they were supportive of our relationship. I thought they respected y/n.

I guess not. They clearly wanted her for themselves, they were so disrespectful. How could they say such vile things about their fellow driver?

I left the Ducati hospitality walking back to the Yamaha hospitality to wait for y/n to get back, but in complete fury.

Y/n POV:

I got back from the PR meeting and the rest of my media duties for today were finally done.

I can now spend time with Lando. Poor thing must've waited so long.

I made my way back to the hospitality to find my boyfriend sitting on a chair with his head in his hands. That's odd.

"Hey babe, you ok?" I asked cautiously, maybe he was sleeping? Lando is known after all to sleep in the most random places in the most random positions.

He looked up at me and I saw an almost unrecognisable emotion. Anger, rage mixed with lust?

He grabbed my hand harshly and took me straight to my driver's room.

I saw Fabio and Augusto right next to my room as they were chatting, I waved at them and they waved back giving me a weird look.

Lando threw me into the room and closed the door locking it in the process.

"What is wrong with you Lando?" I asked confused, what had gotten into him all of a sudden?

"Take your clothes off. Right now." He demanded in a cold tone. That was really hot but I wanted to find out what was wrong with him.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong" I said adamant.

"God you're so stubborn. I guess I'll have to do it myself then." He said as he came closer and pinned me to the wall.

He roughly started taking my clothes off "You wanna know what happened? Your so called "friends" who are standing outside this room, were saying absolutely disgusting things about you like how they would take care of you better than I could, how they wished you were their little slut, so they could use you. Let's get you to scream out loud so they can hear how much I satisfy you so don't hold those noises back love" he purred into my ear

At this point my panties were completely soaked, and he noticed

"Already so wet huh? Hearing that her friends want to fuck her so bad makes the slut so needy" he whispered into my ear making my knees go weak.

He took off all of my clothing and proceeded to take off his as well, his body is just so sexy I can't stop looking at it.

"I don't think I can wait for any foreplay. Let's cut to the chase yeah bitch?" Lando said as he kissed me.

All I could do was nod feverishly, not being able to form any words.

He quickly aligned his cock with my pussy and bottomed out in one harsh thrust causing me to let out one of the largest moans I've ever let out in my life.

He keeps thrusting hard and fast into as curses and moans keep leaving my mouth.

"Such a dirty little bitch, showing everyone how much I please you. Beg to cum little whore." Lando whispered.

I just couldn't resist his touch

"Oh Lando please give me your big, fat cock, please please let me cum!" I begged with the most innocent look on my face.

"Such a good whore. Cum, cum with me" Said Lando satisfied with my begging as he continued to thrust into me hard and fast as we both reached our highs.

He groaned lowly and I nearly screamed as we both came together.

I heard shuffling outside

"That ought to tell them who can please you and who can't eh?" Lando said in a husky voice

"You're mine, love, only mine."

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Max Verstappen masterlist

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shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years

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Best Of Both Worlds

Love triangle Carlos Sainz x Reader x Marc Marquez

If it isn’t my favorite media girl!” Carlos shouted seeing you standing outside the redbull garage. Rushing over to give you a hug. You had both met when Carlos drove for Redbull you were with the brands media team rather than the racing team so while it wasn’t often he saw you here it wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he would admit he drove better when he knew you were watching.

“My parents have been asking when you’re coming over for dinner again?” The Ferrari driver spoke not letting you go as he whispered in your ear. He knew you’d rather keep your on and off relationship between the both of you, which he was fine with, except for one issue.

“Sainz, been a while.” and there was the issue also known as Moto GPs Marc Marquez. Who despite the wide smile on his face as he cozied up next to you sent daggers to the other Spaniard. Who was more than happy to play along.

“Marc i didn’t know you still raced?” He spoke with fake enthusiasm but the look of disappointment you shot him made him feel a small twinge of regret. Marcs shoulders stiffened. “I took a season off for injury yes, but I’m back now.” His words were clipped not wanting to start one of their classic back and fourths in front of you.

Releasing a breath when one of Marcs bike mechanics called him over, he begrudgingly left you alone with Carlos. Who’s eyes narrowed at you immediately.

“Carlos.” You sighed already knowing where this was heading. “I can’t believe you brought him to my race.” He spat the word ‘him’ like it was poison on his tongue. His hand ran through his hair in an attempt to calm down.

“I didn’t bring him Carlos, Redbull wants him to race Max I’m just doing my job.” He knew that, he did but he hated that you worked closer with Moto GP, and in turn Marc. Carlos often wished he would’ve signed any contract Toro Rosso would’ve put in front of him if it would’ve kept you closer.

Knowing that he didnt mean to snap at you, you sighed softening your tone reaching to rub his arm. “I have to get back to work but good luck with the race, i’ll be cheering for you.” His smile that you loved broke through his perused lips as you kissed his cheek.

“I want another one of those when i win.” He sang cockily as he walked backwards towards Ferrari still keeping eye contact making you laugh as he almost tripped. Entering the Redbull garage you saw Marc shooting you glances from his conversation with Max Verstappen, while Carlos made his dislike for the rider more apparent Marc hid it better but you could see a little unease in his eyes when Carlos got a little two close.

“Wish me luck Amore.” Marc winked, straddling his bike before pealing out to meet Verstappen on the starting line.

When you started working for Redbull you were placed with MotoGP, Repsol to be exact, Marc who was already a multiple world title holder quickly befriended you seeing how out of place you felt, and made you feel like part of their little family.

Then you got a chance to shadow F1 where you met Carlos, and while it broke your heart leaving Repsol, Carlos helped ease the pain, and you became close to both men, spending the off season split between the two you were best friends, until it became clear they wanted more. That’s where it got complicated.

You sighed, letting your mind wander to the first summer you spent with Carlos in Spain.

“I’m going to have a tan line of your hand if you don’t move.” You hummed in relaxation as the boat rocked gently on the waves practically begging sleep to take you and it would’ve if the constant movement of Carlos’s thumb rubbing against your skin didn’t set it ablaze.

“Now why would I move, you know I like my marks on you.” His voice dripping with every ounce of that Spanish passion he possessed, leaning down to press wet kisses across your spine. Water dripping down on you from his hair a stark contrast to the heat coming off him.

Flipping over gazing up at him the golden hour sun bouncing off his skin making it appear as if he was glowing. And if anyone asked he’d agree he felt like he was glowing from the inside out whenever he was around you. From the second he was introduced to you he fell hard, like every hit romance movie ever made.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You asked feeling almost insecure under his intense gaze. He laughed softy, shaking his eyes before reconnecting your eyes.

“I just can’t wait for the future, I’ll get a contract with a bigger team maybe McLaren or Ferrari and you can come with me, traveling the world together. Doesn’t that sound perfect.” His eyes lit up with his excitement while yours did the opposite. While it sounded amazing you knew it wasn’t guaranteed.

“You know I was only shadowing for this season Carlos, I don’t know where I’ll end up after that.” You hated how he visibly deflated for a moment before perking back up.

“Then I’ll sign with Redbull and put it in my contact that you come with me!”

“It will work!” He defended when you laughed. Reaching to cup his cheek. “We’ll see.”

Words can’t describe how happy you were to be back at the hotel and lounge in bed. Just as you got comfortable your phone dinged.

Marc: ‘Come up to my room there’s something I want to show you <3.’

Your heart skipped a beat seeing his contact photo that you took of him when you brought him to your home town after he practically begged you to show him where you came from, wanting to learn as much about you as he could.

You took him to your favorite spot one the one with memories where the smile wouldn’t come off your face and you made him take a selfie with you to see who’s smile was bigger, knowing he was known for his among his fans.

You were surprised to see it was on the same floor as your room figuring Redbull would’ve given him a penthouse for the duration of his stay.

“Mi amor, you came!” His signature smile clear across his face as he stepped aside for you to come in, wrapping you in his arms the second you did. Unable to help yourself you sunk into his arms the comfort you felt overwhelming.

When he pulled back it was just far enough to look into your eyes. “Come.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead gently pulling you by your hand to the balcony. As you looked around you noticed it was the same layout as your room. He blushed when you mentioned it. Giving you a little shrug. “I always make sure you get the best rooms you’re an important part of the team.”

The scene on the balcony took your breath away and despite it being late and him in matching attire your sweats and T-shirt feel very underdressed for the fairy lights he strung up, your favorite dessert set in the center of the little table overlooking the beautiful city scape.

Marc was anxiously watching your reaction as you took it in. Marc didn’t fall for you the second he saw you like in the books you read. Instead it came like a tsunami slowly at first as he got to know you then it hit him with how incredible you are and how he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Pulling your chair out for you waving off your thanks ‘I’ll make every single day special when we’re together’ he said in his head.

As you both ate you made small talk saying everything and nonsense at the same time. The air was light until Marc paused with a sigh and nodded to your shirt. Confused you looked down and cursed, Carlos’s old redbull shirt.

“I’m so sorry it must’ve gotten mixed in with my work shirts I didn’t mean to.” You rushed out hoping he knew it was honestly a mistake.

Marc stood just enough to pull his chair closer to yours and grabbed both your hands in his. Looking so deep into your eyes you were almost worried at what he’d see.

“I’d never make you do this but I’ve been wanting to say it.” Marc paused making sure he had your full attention.

“If you ever have to choose between me and him.” Swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in his throat at what he was about to say. “Pick who makes you happy, even if it’s not one of us, you and I will be fine we were friends before and we will be after so don’t worry about that. Just…just be as happy as I am when I’m with you.”

The truth behind his eyes made yours start to tear up, you knew deep down you’d have to pick one day and now it felt like the hours are ticking down.

At the same moment unbeknownst to either of you a knock sounded at your hotel room down the hall the ponding raising in volume the longer it went one making your coworker in the next room peak out. She sighed seeing the Ferrari driver.

“Hey Susan right?” Carlos asked snapping his fingers when he remembered her name. “Do you know where Y/n is?”

His shoulders dropped the longer it took her to respond, his lips pursed. “She’s with Marc isn’t she?” Susan looked away giving him his answer. “Unbelievable.” He huffed storming back to his room.

The next day Carlos was on a mission, he had spent all night and early morning making phone call after phone call email after email. Carlos knew Honda would’ve put Marc in the Redbull VIP section to watch the race and that’s exactly where he found him. “We need to talk.” Marc almost jumped at the sudden hand landing on his shoulder.

Standing from his stool he motioned for Carlos to lead the way, the paddock being his territory. Finding an empty hallway away from reporters that would love the drama between the two racers especially over that same girl. Carlos spun on his heels. Almost nose to nose with the other Spaniard.

“Stay away from my girl Marquez.” Marcs brows rose at the demand and laughed.

“She’s not your girl Sainz,”

“Well she’s sure as hell not yours!”

“Exactly!” The two men went silent as Marcs words settled between them only harsh breathes were heard. “She’s not mine and she’s not yours, she hasn’t picked one or the other.” Carlos snickers like he knew something the other man didn’t.

“Well she will have to soon. Ferrari is offering her a deal by the end of the weekend.” Carlos was about to storm off but was handed back by a now furious Marc.

“You can’t force her to choose, actually go ahead and do it run her straight into my arms, go on ahead!” Marc held his arm out welcoming the driver to walk past.

“If you’re so confident tell her to take the Ferrari gig its a good job i made sure.” He paused lowering his voice taunting leaning closer like he was sharing a secret. “You know, I think you are worried she’ll take it, because while she met you first, she fell for me first, must not be as good as you thought you were.”

Marc rolled his eyes, was the man that dumb, huffing out a breathe through his nose he set his hands on his hips. “And if you were more confident you wouldn’t have to offer her a different job to get her.”

Carlos laughed but a hint of truth was found in his words, he was worried, the frantic calls to Mattia and threats to quit were definitely acts of desperation. And he hated Marc could tell.

“I can give her more than you can.” Was his weak resort.

“Yeah, what can a 8 time world champion possibly give her?” Marc sarcastically nodded. Carlos clenched his jaw, and clenched his fist. Before he could swing he got yanked back by his cocked arm by Charles.

“What the hell?!” Charles shouted as Carlos struggled against him. Attracting attention to the once private hallway as more men ran in to break up the two racers. Both men froze at the new voice.

“What’s going on?” They both turned to look at you. Charles loosening his grip as Carlos froze, giving him the chance to break free and adjust his shirt, trying to play it off. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

Now that he had calmed down the Ferrari crew that came with Charles to find his teammate escorted Carlos out with them leaving you, Marc and a few other VIPs.

Marc walked passed you until you were shoulder to shoulder, not looking at you as he faces the wall behind you. “I take it back, don’t pick him.” He continued walking leaving you alone with a looming clock hanging over the three of you that just started ticking.

Next parts coming soon

Carlos Pick your choice Marc

Best of F1 Best of MOTOGP

Woah I loved this so much!! Hope you guys did too let me know in the comments. I love these two and loved writing this part two will be one for each so you get to pick. Coming soon

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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PRESSURE

Summary: you're scared that ollie fans and the press will attack you, but you're surprised when just the opposite happens

Pairing: ollie bearman x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 804

You met Ollie at the beginning of 2022. You were a fan of motosport since you were little thanks to your uncle, you loved moto gp, rally... But your favorite was without a doubt f1 and f3. So when f3 announced that it would do the pre-season tests at the Jerez circuit, which was quite close to where you lived, you didn't miss the opportunity and convinced your parents to let you go with your uncle to see the tests.

When you got there you only intended to see the cars and feel the thrill of speed. Due to the small number of people allowed, attendees were allowed to approach the garages to see the cars and drivers up close, so you went straight to the Prema Racing garage, being your favorite.

You approached and there were already some more people there looking at the cars and listening to what the engineers were explaining about them. You got distracted by admiring the cars, amazed at all that they entailed.

Due to your distraction, you did not notice the young rookie driver of Prema Racing looking at you with almost the same admiration with which you looked at his car. Arthur, his mate that year, decided to give his friend a push on the back when he saw him looking at you.

"Go talk to her," Arthur told him.

“Forget it. She's going to think I'm weird. And I don't even know what to say to her" Ollie shook his head nervously. He actually wanted to go close to you, you were so beautiful and you seemed so ethereal as you looked at his car. At that moment he thought he wanted to see you there like that during all his races.

“Tell her about your car. About the races. It shows that she is here for that, who knows, maybe she falls madly in love with you ”Arthur laughed a little at his own statement.

Ollie hesitated for a few seconds and with a renewed confidence, he approached you with Arthur's surprised face behind him.

Who was going to tell you two that after that conversation back in February, you weren't going to be able to stop talking. And well as Arthur said, you fell head over heels in love in no time.

That brought you to today, it was the last race of the f3 season and being so important to Ollie, you didn't want to miss it. But despite being with Ollie for a while and going to every race you could this season, you were still unsure what to say about your relationship. With both of you being young and Ollie being an up-and-comer in f3, you were afraid that his fans and the press would criticize you online. But what happened after the race was over pleasantly surprised you.

You had watched the entire race from Prema's garage, and you were so sad when Ollie lost the championship. You walked out of the garage, seeing Ollie hug all the mechanics and get hugged by a man leaning his body against a fence.

The man holding Ollie saw you coming, and giving you an encouraging smile, he stepped away from Ollie, leaving you to comfort your boyfriend. As soon as you had Ollie in your arms, with his head tucked into your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist, your boyfriend let out some sobs. You stroked his hair with your hand and let him release everything.

You moved away when Ollie stopped sobbing. You cupped his cheeks between your hands, wiping the remains of tears from his face. You met his eyes with a soft look and he looked back at you, love and gratitude shining in his eyes. You gave him a tender peck on the lips and spoke.

"I'm so proud of you Ollie" you said softly.

“It was my fault. I lost and it was my fault” he blamed himself.

“It's been a race Ollie. You're very talented, and you shouldn't blame yourself for just one race. You will have more opportunities. So I don't want to hear you say that again, okay?" you scolded him a bit.

"I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me, I couldn't do it without you” Ollie thanked you.

You smiled at him and gave him one last peck on the lips and you linked hands going to the prema garage so you could finally go home. All the pressure you felt when you arrived was gone with Ollie.

The next day, you and Ollie were shocked to see all the pictures and comments about the scene you had shared when comforting Ollie. People loved you together and liked how much you loved Ollie. And the two of you couldn't be happier together.

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jean----ralphio · 2 years

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Hey F1/Moto GP fanfic readers, can anyone who's read my weird little Alex Marquez x Mick Schumacher historical princes au thing below 👇

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33628360

Let me know if you think a sequel would work? I have another plot bunny for a Jack Miller x Pecco Bagnaia historical fic that it wouldn't be too hard to insert into that verse, just not sure if it's developed enough for more

#fic ideas #formula 1 fanfiction #moto gp fanfiction #i still dont know the ship name for Jack and Pec #is it Peck?

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r69per-luvr · 7 months

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ʿʿ✉ ⁝﹛あ﹜endless void ˎ-

marc marquez x gn!readed

genre : angst :)

warnings : this piece is definitely kinda heavy on the reader and marc being in a bad state of mental health, so pls don't read if that may upset you. stay safe lovelies <3

a/n : i pulled this out of absolutely nowhere. i usually never write things like this, but here we are. this isn't in my usual writing style and i'm unsure if anything even makes sense, but i gotta feed the marc girlies somehow i suppose

I don't know when it started. When my worth in a relationship dwindled down into a forgotten ghost. When I felt like a stranger in an empty home. When my touch meant little to a man who favored the bike beneath him. When a track burning with the smell of failure and contempt became more flavorful than the meal left cold on the table.

It would be easy for me to say it was his fault, all his fault. But I'm not stupid, not when I myself am simply not there. I'm no longer the me I could or should be, but instead a shell of a forgotten soul. For the cold meal is mine, and I myself stopped loving the thrilling burn of a completed race. I myself stopped loving the company of a soft smile and late nights of whispered love.

It stopped being his fault, and it became mine. Though, really, it became our's. We are no longer two people with entwined lives, and a need to meet as one. We are simply two people who happen to cross paths at points in time. Two people who can only blink and stare and wonder.

"Do you love me?", the question sounds more like a dread than a pondering thought. It's said with a dry mouth and an empty heart. "Yes", which isn't a lie. You can love someone and not be with them. But you can't want someone when you yourself are a void of what used to be.

"Liar"

The word isn't uttered, but it still burns my skin with hatred and somber. I simply turn away and ignore it. Ignore and forget. Ignore some more, forget again. Rinse and repeat.

And now I stand beneath a podium I haven't visited in months, looking up at a man, a version I haven't witnessed in weeks. A ball of longing and regret lodges itself in my throat and just won't buzz. I'm a stark contrast to the cheers and screams of triumph around me, and I can't bring myself to blend in.

That night I'm visited by a friend. His hair a bleach blonde, and eyes scolding and worried. I don't bother to invite him in, knowing he wasn't gonna stay for long.

I ended up on the couch, a cup of tea resting in my palms, and eyes cast downward and away from the subject opposite of me. "All I'm saying is that perhaps, you need to talk to someone. Both of you. You're just not yourself, and it's concerning"

Silence engulfs the both of us, my teeth digging into my lips, and brows scrunched. "He doesn't hate you", my eyes shoot up, skeptical. Fabio merely sighs, setting his own mug down. "I'm here for a reason, and the reason isn't you"

I ask him to leave.

Later on I find myself curled up in a suffocating pile of sheets and blankets, alone and empty. My eyes never close, and my mind never stops. The silence is broken by the creak of a door and soft footsteps. He doesn't bother to close the door, already lifting the blankets and joining me in the suffocating embrace. He entangled himself in me, not uttering a single word.

A long breath escapes me, eyes closing for a blissful moment. The blankets were still suffocating, the air too stuffy, but it wasn't experienced completely alone.

I dreaded the morning, dreaded the next night, knowing things would probably revert back to normal. I wasn't particularly stupid; ignoring a problem never works out. Especially not when you're ignoring someone. The cycle just simply never ends. An endless circle of hatred, regret, and fear simply pushed away to be dealt with later. Ignore and forget, ignore some more, forget again, rinse and repeat.

#blame this on my playlist #also im running on little sleep #so no this is not proof read #this was kinda rushed at the end so beware #also i suck at endings sooooo #motogp #motogp x reader #marc marquez #marc marquez x reader #⸝⸝ 🕸 ꒰ moto of the gp ⋅₊#⸝⸝ ✒ ꒰ reaper writes ⋅₊

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