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[requested by aleepiastri_ thank you for your great plots all along the way haha <3]
Fabio and you have started dating since the beginning of this season after being close friends for years. Everything seems to go well, but you are getting a bunch of hate thrown at you because you are dating him.

part 1 of 2

trigger warnings:
— bullying (verbally & physically)
— strong language

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You were walking down the road that was leading to the paddock and were already holding your entry pass ready. You were on your way to support your boyfriend's race. He was away from home a lot obviously, so you took every chance to be together. You loved Fabio with all your heart and you supported him through his career and could live with the fact of being home alone most of the time.

It was all worth it. Fabio's results had been great this season and he was even leading the championship. There were no words for your pride. You were so so proud of him, and seeing him doing what he loves made you happy. Even now he was performing a little less the last couple of races.

Though you were supportive of him and the whole world could see how much you loved each other, you received a great amount of hate. Via social media, people yelling at you around the circuit or even sending letters in the PO box.

The atmosphere on track got worse every time you came to visit and you felt it. People pretended that they weren't changing their behaviour around you, but you had picked up on it a long time ago.

"Hey, y/n!" you heard an unfamiliar voice yell. Though the voice was unknown to you, you turned around to see where it came from. You saw a strange girl waving at you with a smile plastered on her face.
You shot her a smile back and walked towards her.

Fabio could wait for a little longer if he knew it was for a fan. The girl stretched her arms out and you embraced her in a hug she was intending on when you reached her. "It's nice meeting you, love." you said to her, but what she said in response made your face pale.

"Stay away from Fabio, you scum. Because of you he is performing less. You distract him too much from focusing on racing. Ever since you are with him, he is doing worse and worse. You are a source of bad luck." she hissed and with that she pushed you back harshly making you fall back on your butt. Another girl who was standing next to her started laughing and threw her drink all over you, as did the first girl.

It was a mixture of strawberry milkshake and sprite soaking your clothes which were now sticking to your body. It was rather calm around the track entry so nobody witnessed what just happened. Nobody else but Fabio Quartararo.

"Look even now he is running after your ass." she spat out. You turned your face to see your boyfriend hurrying over to you and you couldn't feel worse than this. He shouldn't have to see you in this state, you were deeply embarrassed of yourself.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Fabio yelled at the girls who were still laughing, but his raised voice took them aback. Meanwhile, he was helping you up from the ground and started rubbing off some of the sticky drinks with his towel.

"Go back to whatever hell hole you came from and stay there. You do not deserve to be this close to the track, and my girlfriend does not deserve to be harrassed by you two like this. Mon dieu, enfants stupides..."

He was angry, furious even. You could hear it in his voice, but this level of anger was new to you. Never had you seen him in this state. He was normally so calm and friendly. Seeing you like this was also affecting him, he felt passionate about you and loved you dearly. And seeing people doing things like this hurt him so much.

Fabio's PR ran up to the Frenchman after losing him and caught up with the whole situation. He shot a glance full of pity towards you, feeling sorry for you. He was one of the people on the grid who was truly nice to you and not being a fake all of the time. "I am going to need your information, ladies. I am to inform you that you will be receiving a restraining order to be near or at the track." he said, while waving at a security guard to come over.

"Come on, Y/n, we'll get you some other clothes and you can shower in the motorhome." Fabio whispered while taking your hand.
    "What was that all about?" he asked when you passed the gates of the track. Nobody could do you harm now. You stayed silent, not wanting to respond to him. You didn't want him to worry about you, even though that was all he was doing right now.

He nudged you in your side. He knew you well and knew that you didn't like to talk when you felt down, but he was worried about you. "It's nothing, love. They were not in a good mood. Must have said something wrong..." you mumbled, hoping that he would take your answer, but of course he didn't.

It escalated even.

"It's nothing?!" He yelled, making you jump and the people around you turn around to see what was going on. The fear was in your eyes and Fabio immediately felt bad for his actions. "Sorry, forgive me. I shouldn't yell at you..." A kiss on the cheek made your muscles relax again. "It's just... I know that this stuff has been going on for a while and you always say that it is nothing. But I don't take throwing drinks over someone for 'nothing', Y/n. They were literally harassing you out there. Did you know those girls?"

"No, I didn't know them. And I can take it, really. Every girlfriend of you guys gets this shit over her and they can handle it just fine too. Just, please don't sue them or whatever is going on in your mind right now."

Fabio sighed deeply. He didn't understand how you could not see the seriousness of the situation. It was getting worse and worse and he could notice your mood changes every time that he saw you. It made him furious that you wouldn't do anything to stop this bullying, because that was what it was. The girlfriends of the other rider got hate, yes, but they were not getting physically assaulted, and he was worried that soon it wouldn't be milkshakes anymore but punches.

You were alone in the motorhome and he took off the shirt you were wearing and threw it in the laundry bag where his used clothes for under his leathers were as well. They would be washed soon, so you'd have your clothes back in a day too. He assigned you to put the other dirty clothes in there as well while he was turning on the shower.

As you were undressed you stepped into the little bathroom where Fabio was already standing in the shower. You smiled lightly and joined him, feeling the hot steam strike your body. He knew how to make you happy. You pressed your body against him and he turned to two of you around so that your hair was under the shower now.

While massaging your head, he said: "I don't want anyone to hurt you in whatever way possible. I don't want to see you sad because of them. Sometimes I miss the happy you, but I also know that that you is still here, like right now in the shower. I love you, Y/n, but I can't accept the way they are treating you."

"I love you too, Fabio, so much. I will try to be more careful what to read and who to approach so I can protect myself. But again, don't sue them."

He grunted softly, letting you know that he didn't agree but gave in. "Fine, just because it's you. I'd do anything for you."

"Thank you, and I know." you replied with a soft smile on your face and you pecked his lips. "Maybe that's the problem." you thought. It was exactly what the girl said to you. And no matter how many times your boyfriend said not to give one about what they said, you couldn't forget about it. It wasn't only them and the things said were sticking in your head more and more often.