Hi, how are you? I hope you're good. Can I request a fluff 11 with Fabio Quartararo? I was thinking about him crying after FP2 in Qatar and y/n comfort him and he feels better. Moreover, I was thinking that he always talks about his family; so , I was thinking that he could say that when he says family, y/n is part of it. Thank you in advance
Author's Note: Please bear with me because 1) I don't remember exactly why Fabio was crying after FP2 since this was requested SO long ago, so I had to kinda make up a scenario and 2) I am coming out of the deepest, darkest depths of writers block ✨hell✨ so I apologize if this isn't my best writing. I hope you like it anyway! ❤️
Terrible results. Terrible results when Fabio's hopes had been so incredibly high for the first race of the year. The pre-season trainings had gone so well and then something seemed to flip with this second free practice session where nothing seemed to be going his way. You knew that he wouldn't ever give up until he got the results he wanted because that's the way that Fabio has always been, but you also knew by his body language coming back into the pit lane that you were going to have to be his rock right now.
After the session was over, he begrudingly made his way back to the garage and swung himself off of his bike like he always does, but his walk back to his chair to talk to his mechanics was less than engaging. He was visibly upset. You couldn't really hear what he was talking to them about, but from his facial expressions and his hand motions, you could tell that he was about to start chewing somebody out for the shit product that Yamaha continued to give him after he had so much success with it.
The conversation finally died down and he tossed his helmet onto the ground before walking out of the garage and making his way to his trailer. He made sure to make eye contact with you before he walked out of the garage, almost on a silent plea to be strong for him right now because he was about to break. You followed closely behind him to the trailer and shut the door behind you when you got in.
Fabio had his hands braced on the counter and his head hung low. You walked up to him and gave a soft touch to his arm before he looked up at you, his eyes soaking wet with fresh tears. The pleading look in his eyes shattered your heart.
"I don't understand what's going on. I don't understand why I can't get this to work when I had such success with it just recently. I don't understand any of it." He rambled, wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him and let him cry.
"I know... I know honey, but you have to allow yourself to feel these bad moments so that you learn from them, gain the experience, and then grow even more than you already have. I promise this won't last forever. This will pass and you can get through this."
He pulled his head from the crook of your neck and looked at you, tears still streaming down his face as his lip still quivered slightly.
"Thank you... I really don't know what I would do without you. You know, my team is sometimes all I have when I'm travelling to all of these different places and you or my family can't make it. But when you're here, everything seems so much less overwhelming. So much less..."
"Yes! Exactly. Every time I see you when I get back to the garage or when I see you cheering me on when I make it to the podium, my heart wants to jump out of my chest because I am so happy. You make me so happy. And you've always felt like home. Always."
You smiled softly up at him, holding back tears so that you didn't make this a whole crying fest.
"I love you, Fabio. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
You kissed his lips softly before pulling back to look at him. He smiled a little bit.
"I can see the tears in your eyes. Don't lie to yourself."
"Shut up!" You smacked his chest playfully before wiping at your eyes. You looked back at him and just stared in silence for a moment.
"What do you say we go get some food from the lounge, come back here, crack a few beers and watch a movie before bed, hm?" You pecked his lips once.
"You know me too well, don't you?" He smirked before pulling away and going to the bedroom to change out of his leathers.
"Of course I do. I'm wifey material babe." You smacked his ass as he walked away.
