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Alex Marquez- Paradise

After having to wait a few months because of the end of the summer break me and Alex are finally getting our honeymoon. We wanted to get away before the season restarted but things just didn't work out as we both got involved in other things but now that its winter break we are finally able to get away just the two of us and have the honeymoon we wanted. Alex has taken it upon himself to plan everything and only recently told me exactly when and where we are going but that was only because I begged him so that I would know what to pack. He's been so excited to get away that he woke me up before 3am this morning even though we don't need to leave the house until just before 6 to make it to the airport, I didn't want to get up as I didn't sleep well and it was way too early but when Alex rolled over and started kissing my face all over I couldn't resist opening my eyes to cuddle with him until we needed to get up. His arms made their way around my waist and he pulled me on top of him and started playing with my hair which almost sent me back to sleep but talking with him just about kept me awake.

We stayed in bed talking for a few hours before we had to get up which neither of us wanted to do but Alex rolled out of bed meaning I went with him and almost fell on the floor but he caught me while laughing at what he had done. I got myself ready in a comfy outfit which consisted of some sweatpants and one of Alex's hoodies that I just took from his wardrobe as it's comfy and it smells like him which is an added bonus. While I was in the kitchen making a breakfast I didn't want as it was so early Alex walked in and placed a kiss on my cheek as he went past me to the fridge but he stopped when he looked at me and saw me wearing his hoodie.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asked even though he knew the answer

"Maybe" I replied

"Well it looks cute on you" he said which made me blush just like every other time he compliments me

"Stop it your making me blush" I said

"That was the idea babe I love the way you get all shy when you blush" he said

All I could do was shake my head at him as I sat at the breakfast bar to eat the cereal I had prepared but that didn't stop him he kept finding any little thing he could to compliment me on so that my cheeks were just constantly red the whole time we were eating. He only stopped when we got ready to leave as we were both doing other things like putting suitcases in the car and getting chargers to put in our carry on bags. Once we were sorted we got in the car and like usual Alex drives because he much prefers driving himself even though I'm more than capable but I let him because I was so tired that I didn't really want to drive. The entire drive I was staring out the window while Alex had his hand on my knee using his thumb to draw little circles which was the only thing that kept me from falling asleep again.

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Finally the plane landed after a very long and not enjoyable flight, there was a lot of turbulence which made me feel very sick which wasn't helped by the little surprise I've been keeping from Alex that I'm going to tell him about at some point before we leave. As soon as we got off the plane I felt a whole lot better and started to feel more excited about getting to relax under the sun with my favourite person in the entire world. Alex also looked so much more relaxed when we left the airport than I think I've ever seen him in the entire time we have been together, usually he is always thinking about something whether that be the next race or something else he has to do but today he seems like he isn't worrying about anything which is so nice to see as I'm always trying to get him to stop worrying.

Alex and I got out the airport and got into a taxi to take us to the place he had rented for the week, we decided to get a taxi as we weren't planning to go many places and anywhere we would want to go was apparently within walking distance so there was no need to rent a car or for either of us to drive. The scenery out the window of the taxi was just beautiful there was a great view out to sea as well as view of all the amazing plants like the great big trees and the smaller brightly coloured flowers, it was truly breathtaking and only got better the closer and closer we got to our destination. Alex has been here before which is apparently how he knew about the place we are going to stay but I've never been before so I'm very much enjoying taking in everything around me.

The car soon stopped signalling that we had arrived at our destination and Alex immediately put his hand over my eyes and told me to keep them closed while he opened the door, I followed his instructions and kept my eyes closed as he helped me out the car and then just left me stood with our luggage somewhere I assume that was in front of where we were staying. After what felt like forever he came back and pulled me forward a little more before allowing me to open my eyes to see the most beautiful house I think I've ever seen. Alex walked inside and brought me with him so I could see the inside which was just as amazing as the outside, the place was very modern but also had a very beachy feeling to it with all the wood that was around the place and the warm colours there was all these tiny little decorations that really completed the place and just matched the vibes incredibly well. We both toured the downstairs which was mostly open plan before heading upstairs to look at the bedrooms which were relatively simple but had balconies with hammocks and other seating as well as incredible views out onto the beach and to the sea which was a very vibrant blue but also super clear at the same time.

I went right outside to sit one of the chairs and stare at the view and I thought Alex was going to join me but as soon as I heard the bed squeak I turned around and saw Alex laying flat on his stomach on he bed which clearly showed that the noise was him jumping on the bed. He noticed me staring at him started laughing before he got up to join me to sit down outside or so I thought but when he got outside he pulled me up and brought me over to the edge of the balcony and put his arms around my waist as he stood behind me staring over my shoulder to watch the waves crash as the sun began to slowly set due to it getting towards the evening time. We stood there until the sun had pretty much set and the warm air was starting to turn chilly which we took as our sign to head inside and get something ready for dinner.

Just thinking about eating dinner made me feel a little nauseous and preparing it was even worse but somehow I held it together and Alex didn't seem to notice me turning away from things or sipping water to make myself feel better. It's so annoying that up until now I've felt pretty good but when I just want to leave it a few more days the sickness is coming in full swing and trying to mess everything up but I'm determined to make it those few days and tell Alex in a special way that we can both remember for a long time. Keeping this secret has been so difficult even if it has only been for just under 2 weeks its just that I tell Alex everything so not to tell him something so big and exciting has been hard but it will be worth it when I get to see his face when I do tell him.

We ate dinner outside under the stars before coming back in and washing the dishes which took quite a while because we both kept messing around by flicking water at each other or hitting each other with the tea towel but eventually we did get it done. Once we had finally done the dishes Alex pulled me towards the sofa where he laid down and I laid down in front of him letting him put his arm around me so that we could cuddle together. For a while nothing was said as we just laid there together while I ran my finger over his arm drawing a little hearts without really thinking about it until he started doing it back to me on my hip, we went back and forth drawing different things on each other which got more and more random the longer we went on. Our little game kept going until we ran out of things to draw on each other so instead Alex grabbed the tv remote and put on a movie for us to watch. The jet lag and general tiredness got the best of me pretty quickly but I tried staying awake for as long as possible even though I was yawning like crazy which must have driven Alex mad as he paused the movie and asked if I wanted to go to bed. When I said yes I didn't expect him to immediately pick me up and carry me but that's what he did and he only put me down once he had moved all the covers so I could get in bed properly, he got in next to me and pulled to to his chest so we could sleep like we always do.

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The past few days here in paradise have been magical and so relaxing, Alex and I have got to spend so much quality time together whether that be inside of an evening on the sofa or at the beach during the day. It has been so nice to just do nothing for a few days as usually we always have something going on that means we can't just take this time to relax even during breaks from racing. This time we both made sure that we completely shut ourselves off from work which has meant no checking emails or going on social media which has actually been so refreshing and I have felt a whole lot less stressed not having to worry about everything I'm doing. The only thing that has been ruining the wonderful time I've been having is how rough I've been feeling as the sickness has been getting worse each day to the point that I know Alex can tell there is something wrong but he doesn't want to ask. He won't have to wait too much longer to find out what is going on though because I am going to tell him today after figuring out a good way to do it that should hopefully be really special.

Like everyday so far I woke up early feeling very nauseous which I tried to ignore and get some more sleep but I felt so ill that I just couldn't sleep which hasn't happened before but is probably going to become the new normal for a few months. Seeing as I couldn't sleep I got up and made my way downstairs to make breakfast which in hindsight was an awful idea as it only made me feel worse to the point that I actually threw up for the first time which wasn't at all nice but I was determined to make a nice breakfast for Alex after he's been cooking most of the week. Just as I finished he walked down the stairs and came right over sliding his arms around my waist as I plated up what I'd cooked, he kissed my cheek quickly before letting go of me and going to do the washing up for me while I poured glasses of water for us both.

After eating breakfast we both got showered and headed straight outside to the beach that was out the back of the house like we have been doing everyday as in the mornings it is usually quiet and not too hot making swimming or just laying on the beach much more enjoyable. We both put down our things before I dragged Alex towards the water to go for a swim because the water looked really inviting this morning. He happily followed me until we got to the shore which is when he let go of my hand and ran right into the water diving in leaving me just stood there in complete shock at what I had just witnessed. When he came back up from under the water I slowly walked over to join him and we went swimming around together for a bit before we just started floating on our backs to look up at the few fluffy clouds in the sky and saying what we thought they looked like and his were a lot nicer than mine as I said the most random things that came to mind.

Soon enough we got bored of floating around and it was starting to get too hot so we headed back inside and seeing as it was after midday we decided to make some lunch. I made a start on lunch getting tomatoes out the fridge and starting to cut them up which was fine for all of 2 seconds before the smell made me feel incredibly ill, as much as I tried to hold it together I just couldn't so I put the knife down and ran to the bathroom as quick as possible. Alex came in not too long after and pulled my hair back and started rubbing my back gently in the most comforting way. All I could think about was the fact that if Alex didn't have any idea before he definitely will know whats going on now and all my plans to make it special will have gone down the drain which made me so sad as this isn't how I pictured it going especially as I have been feeling pretty good up until we got here. When I sat up he pulled on into his lap against his chest and felt more forehead to check if I had a fever which of course I didn't and it was like I could feel his brain figuring things out.

"What's going on love you haven't been yourself all week is everything ok?" He asked

"I'm fine but I have something I need to give you" I said getting up to go and grab part of what I was going to use it surprise him

I ran upstairs to my suitcase and walked back down taking a deep breath before handing him the box. I could barely look at him I was so nervous for his reaction even though I know he'll be happy a small part of me is just so worried that he will be mad that I hid it from him or he actually won't be happy. He was visibly confused but he opened the box and took out the test which was on too and looked at it with a straight face before taking out the second thing in the box and unfolding it, it was a custom onesie that I had got made to look a little bit like his leathers and little shoes that looked like his boots. Nothing was said for a few seconds and I panicked that he didn't want this and a few tears slipped down my face that was until he looked up with tears in his eyes too as he got up and picked me up holding me to his chest.

"You're really pregnant" he said in a questioning tone

"Yeah" I replied

"I'm so excited we're actually going to be parents" he said jumping up and down like a child

"Wait when did you find out and how far along are you?" He asked

"I found out about 2 weeks ago and I'm 7 weeks along as of yesterday" I explained

He pulled me into another hug and kissed me before he kneeled down and kissed my stomach even though there was no bump but it was cute nonetheless. His hands stayed on my stomach as he looked up at me with the biggest smile on my face which made my eyes water from how sweet he was being and the extra hormones flowing through my body. It was just such a relief that he finally knew and was excited about it because hiding it has been so stressful and now he can be there to support when I feel awful which just all I've wanted the past few days. We talked a little more about it and I showed him pictures I had in my phone from the first doctors appointment as they didn't give me ultrasound pictures but I got to look at the screen and see the tiny bean looking thing that was our baby, Alex was so thrilled to see his baby and got even more excited when I told him I had booked my first proper ultrasound for when we get back so he will be able to go with me.

Our sweet moment ended pretty quickly when both our stomachs started rumbling and we realised that wee never actually finished making lunch. I went to get up but Alex pushed me back down to do it himself which didn't take him long and he was back before I knew it with the food I so desperately needed. He glanced over every now and then to make sure I was ok which I thought was funny but also very sweet, any time I even looked like I was feeling nauseous he would out his hand on my back and make sure I was ok about a million times before being satisfied that I was fine. After lunch Alex washed everything up and only allowed me into the kitchen when I promised I would just sit on the side as in his words he wanted to take care of me and do things for me to make my life easier. Watching him made me think about how great of a dad he's going to be as if he's already doing all of this to care for me when I'm just 7 weeks I can only imagine what he'll do when the baby is actually here.

Once he was done the both of us decided to go out for a walk as we haven't been very far since we got here so wanted to explore the scenery. When I locked the door Alex grabbed my hand and led me down the street clearly taking me to a certain place but I was more than fine with it as I just wanted to get out for a bit. We didn't walk that fast as we were still looking at everything around and the views out to sea and all the beautiful plants, this place was just perfect and I'm so glad we got the chance to come out here and see it with our own eyes as it's a beautiful part of the world. As I was looking at the scenery I saw Alex taking pictures of me sneakily behind my back so I decided to prank him and the next time I noticed him taking pictures I turned round quickly making a silly face which took him by surprise but he started laughing after a few seconds. He looked down at his phone and started laughing even harder so naturally I had to see what was making him laugh so hard and it was an awful picture of me just as I had turned round, as much as it was an awful picture I have to admit it was very funny and I couldn't help but also laugh especially as Alex's laugh is really contagious.

Eventually we calmed down and kept walking before we stopped at an ice cream place which Alex dragged me in and we both got some ice cream which I was very happy about as I've been craving for the past few days as it's been so hot. Once we got our ice creams we went and sat on a bench that had a view of the sea and just watched the waves taking a moment to ourselves to truly ignore everything around us. I leant my head on Alex's shoulder after I finished eating and he then leant his on mine and put an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him which is how we stayed for a few more minutes before deciding to head back and relax by ourselves as people were staring at us when they walked by.

When we got back we mostly stayed in and watched tv until it got dark out and we went upstairs and went out to the balcony but only after putting on a hoodie as it gets chilly at night. I took longer to change into warmer clothes so when I went outside I found Alex laying in the hammock that we haven't used yet, he ushered me over and helped me get in with him even though we didn't really fit together. After shuffling around we settled with me laying on my side next to him with his arm around me holding me tightly so I couldn't fall out even though I was perfectly fine. We laid in silence for a while staring at the stars before Alex started to talk about how our lives have changed since we first met and how they will change even more over the next few months, it was really crazy to think how our lives have developed but I would never change a single thing that has happened as even though there has been hard times I love how things have ended up. It was fun to talk and think about all the new things we will get to experience once we have a family of our own and all the new memories we will get to make which is what I'm really excited about as I can't wait to watch Alex be a parent and bring the baby to races to support him.

We stayed up talking for a while before deciding it was best to get to bed which is the only time Alex let go of his grip of me so I could get out of the hammock or more like fall out but I was fine. Alex then did the same but did fall over which made me laugh so hard I could barely breathe which he put on a pout about but when I kissed his cheek as I walked inside he cheered up and followed behind me. We got into bed and snuggled together like usual despite it being quite warm in the bedroom, both of us struggle to sleep if we aren't cuddling with each other after being together so long so even if it's really hot we will deal with it so we cuddle. I rolled onto my side to allowed Alex to lay behind me which he did but first he leant over and kissed my stomach and then my lips before settling in behind me for the night with a protective arm over my like always.

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formulapookie · 3 months

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I'll commit your every scar to my memory rosquez, 6k words

(set 2025)

Marc has been looking at himself in the mirror for twenty minutes now.

Inspecting for every micro feature which signaled he was getting older.

He doesn’t want to get older, he can’t.

All his career, his success had come when he was a kid and he had been nicknamed “alien” for it goddamnit.

youngest pole sitter, youngest podium finisher, youngest winner, youngest champion.

key word being young.

he doesn't feel old, but older, god yes. Everyday.

A new source of pain coming out, an old one resurfacing, the fear of falling behind, of not fitting in anymore and of running out of time.

All present and heavy on his body, which took the hit every time.

Why he thinks that, he isn’t sure.

But he feels like he must get everything now or it will all have been useless.

It’s been one year now since he and Vale reconciled, and nine months since they made their relationship official, but only to intimate friends and their families, since Marc was still a target in the paddock, and they both knew that having a gay relationship wasn’t exactly the greatest thing to share in a sport like theirs.

And while the respective families had reacted well (except for a bit of skepticism on Alex’s side) the Academy had been more bitter, especially Uccio, but it was to be expected since he is so obviously in love with Vale since the dawn of time.

The mirror in their room at the Ranch keeps reflecting his toned and muscled body, along with his freshly shaved face and regrowing curls.

If he has to be honest he isn’t the one who brought up the aging thing.

First Vale, at his birthday, after he was officially a Ducati factory rider for that year, telling him he was “growing up”, getting closer to 35.

And it terrified Marc.

Then his brother, joking about him retiring so that he could be the only Marquez on the grid “haste que tu y Mr doctor creéis un hijo con magia y aterroricen a MotoGP” (Until you and Mr Doctor will create a son with magic and terrorize MotoGP)

And finally Bezzecchi two weeks ago.

He was talking to Celestino, to which he seemed glued to the hip, almost symbiotic, as if they only existed one attached to the other.

“Sta invecchiando comunque, magari Vale con i gusti per i più piccoli che ha se ne trova uno più giovane e meno sfasciato” (He’s aging by the way, maybe Vale with his taste for younger people will find a younger and less broken one)

“Sei un coglione Marco dai” (Marco you’re a dickhead come on)

“Dico la verità, magari tra una settimana ci porta un ragazzetto di 20 anni che lo guarda con gli occhi a cuoricino e che non sia mezzo pieno di cicatrici” (I’m saying the truth, maybe in a week the he’ll come to us with a 20 year old boy who looks at him heart-eyed and who’s not half covered in scars)

“Immagini? Tanta fatica e poi se ne sbatte un altro”

(Can you imagine? So much trouble and he ends up fucking another guy)

“Sarebbe karma” (Would be karma)

Marc had been hidden behind the door throughout the whole conversation, and a wave of nausea and vomit overwhelmed him, causing him to rush silently to the toilet and throw up.

Maybe they were right.

He was getting older, Vale had said that himself, joking about his smile lines.

He had started exercising even more, buying more products for skincare and trying to act like he was 20 again.

And suddenly he didn’t feel pretty anymore, he just wanted to ride a couple laps on the dirt track and forget about it.

He looks at himself one last time, not failing to notice the faint line of a wrinkle in the corner of his eyes staring right back at him, menacing.

He puts on his gear, ignoring everyone in the kitchen and heading straight for the track, grabbing the bike with the bright orange “93” plastered on front.

It’s the best way to shut his mind off, it’s just him and the track, the bike being a direct extension of his body.

He completes ten, twelve, fifteen laps then he slips, bike flying out of his hands and his body tumbling down in the dirt.

His arm hurts, but his brain aches more.

Finished finished finished.

He goes to grab the bike to climb on it again when he feels a pair of arms around his body. Vale.

“Are you ok Marc? Do I need to grab your painkillers? I’ll help you back on the bike if-” the older one gets cut off harshly by Marc, who has pain in his eyes

“I can still do things Valentino you know?”

He's angry, his tone bitter and his words harsh.

He’s not like that and Vale knows, he’s tender when they speak, they’ve hurt each other way too much already to be cruel to one another now.

Vale has a concerned expression painted on his face, his eyes quickly running to Marc’s right arm, then to his face again.

“Let me get up”

“Ok but-“

“I want to do some other laps let me do them”

it’s not a plea, or a begging, his voice is resolute and firm.

Vale is visibly worried, but lets him.

He looks as Marc gets back on the bike and restarts, the corner of his eyes caught by Bezz and Celin giggling between themselves.

Marc gets off the bike after one hour, when his body cannot take it anymore and his brain is foggy enough with thoughts about breaking, turning, speeding.

He leaves the bike in the garage, stripping out of his leathers, the only clothing underneath a sleeveless adherent black top, half dirty from soil and grass.

And just when he was convinced to have sedated the thoughts for at least a good few hours his eyes trace the outline of his scar, dead tissue on his arm.

He goes to their bedroom bathroom quickly, to avoid more sensations to overwhelm him, getting into the shower and turning the hot water on, letting it rinse away scenarios where he’s not present in Vale’s future. He spends at least twenty minutes under the water, washing himself carefully and almost trying to clean away the scars littering his body, obviously without succeeding.

As he gets out of the bathroom he’s only wearing a towel around his hips, and he inevitably meets his reflection staring back at him from the mirror.

He wants so desperately to see the 20 year old wonderkid he used to be, but that’s his past. Marc knows time passes for everyone, it takes from you, sometimes more than it should, sometimes it’s harsher on your body and sometimes on your soul.

He isn’t fucking eighty he knows that but still. He’s grown. He’s not the starstruck kid Vale first met and with whom shared many nights during their rivalry.

He’s a grown man now, he looks different, he can see the tiredness in his own eyes, pain sometimes so much it eats his body whole, the same pain which has him stay awake some nights.

And he knows Vale is older than him but Vale is also Vale and no one in their right mind would ever question his capacities or greatness, not even if he was 90.

And like Bezzecchi said he had a taste for youngsters, full of life and ready to do whatever he said as if it was a command.

He used to be one of those, but now…

He hears his name getting called downstairs for dinner, yells back he’s getting dressed and will soon be there.

He avoids the mirror while changing, his body feels wrong every time he tries to look at it, his face transpires the worry sleeping in his chest.

They all eat together, Pecco is there too, he’s getting used to sharing spaces with his future teammate which is good, but Bezzecchi is there too, casting funny glances at his best friend making them both giggle while sometimes looking over at Marc. He speaks maybe four words during the whole dinner, his brain feeling like it’s underwater and needs to be saved from drowning into the abyss.

As they finish eating he helps clean up the table and when he’s proposed to stay and watch a movie he fakes a headache, heading upstairs and leaving the academy to enjoy their time.

Not even two minutes later he’s in his boxers under the sheets, back turned to the glassy hell his mirror has become.

He hears the door opening and quiet steps making their way to him.

“Ei amore, everything ok?”

Vale’s tone is tender and caring, something which only surfaced once they reconciled, a side of Vale making him humane, not the cold and distant concept of a God Marc still had in the back of his mind.

It was good in a way, but on the other hand it made him feel weak, like he needed to be spoken softly otherwise he would’ve broken like glass.

“Si, I’m a bit tired and have a headache, can we just…can we just sleep?”

It was the most obvious of the answers, the fakest one, and yet the only one he could give him at that moment.

Valentino nods, taking off his shirt and pants and climbing into bed, Marc laying his head on Vale’s stomach, feeling the man’s hand stroke his curls gently.

Valentino is tired too, he had to follow an event all day and close a contract for VR46, he falls asleep in a half hour, while Marc has his eyes wide open in the darkness of a night lightened only by a pale moon in the distant sky.

He hears his mind speaking again, telling him how he’s not himself anymore, he’s not what Vale wants and he’s not the best Vale can have, because afterall he is THE Valentino Rossi and everyone wants a piece of him and Vale could feel entitled to request a piece of every one just because of who he is.

You’re not the one Vale deserves.

He could have them younger, prettier, faster, better.

He could have someone he can be seen with, with someone he could bring to races and shit like it was normal to do.

He could have someone who didn’t try to fight him so hard back then.

A new rookie maybe, fast, magnetic, idolizing him.

Vale would have every right to just let him go to find someone who doesn’t look so broken, who doesn’t risk getting more and more broken every week.

Perhaps he wants children.

And well for how much you can adopt kids maybe, no surely, Vale wants his kid to look and be like him.

Marc doesn’t cry, but just because he’s too afraid of waking Vale up, and surely seeing him acting so pathetic would be the last straw Vale would need to leave him and go find someone else.

So he doesn’t, he cries a lot internally, he tries to trace every mole on Valenitno’s body because he’s so afraid that in a matter of time he’ll be unable to see him like this again.

or feel the heat of his body next to his own.

Afraid to wake up without the smell of his shampoo or go to sleep missing the pair of arms that are holding him at this moment.

He manages to fall asleep after more than an hour, thoughts feasting on his brain like worms on a carcass, the same word echoing endlessly in his mind.

useless

He wakes up to an empty bed, no sign of Valentino in the room whatsoever, and he imagines his life could become like this in a matter of time.

He doesn’t understand how those little comments managed to get under his skin so much, he had never been the one to take those things to heart because…

because he had never actually believed any of that shit talk before.

But now he’s the first one to think that, the first to indulge on it.

He can feel a sense of inadequacy crawling in bed with him, wrapping his hands around his throat and slowly depriving him of the chance to breathe.

It’s burning and it hurts like hell, it’s ugly.

He scrambles to the bathroom, throwing up bent over the toilet, coughing and sniffing like during the worst hangover of his life.

He can make out rushed steps coming to the door, Valentino crouching down to level himself with Marc, stroking his hair and back, worry painted in his eyes.

“Marc, do you want me to get you something? Are you ok?”

Weak, undeserving, not enough

That fuckin voice doesn’t shut up goddamnit, it haunts his mind and poisons everything coming in close contact with him.

What if it can poison Vale?

What if by standing so close to Marc he’ll end up being corrupted by this voice?

No no no, he’d rather suffer alone and watch Vale be happy with someone else rather than seeing him hurting.

Because that’s what Marc is when it comes to who he loves.

Selfless, adoring and ready to let go, because he knows he’s not an easy person to put up with so he never pushes.

“No I’m ok I just didn’t digest dinner well that’s all”

“Marc”

“I told you it was yesterday’s dinner Vale, I’m already feeling better, see?”

And he smiles, the fake PR smile Vale has seen hundreds of times, he could recognise Marc’s true smile in a crowd full of people, his laugh in a room filled with clowns and most of all he could recognise Marc hurting in a massacre.

His eyes are lifeless, a veil of something trapping the joy and happiness inside, not letting them see the sun.

“Marc tell me what’s going on because you’re not ok and I am not letting you leave the room until you’ve told me what’s happening”

“I decide if I can get out of the room or not Vale, you’re not my mom, I told you i’m ok so let me go thank you”

Vale wants to stop him but he knows it would be worse, Marc would shut down and respond robotically to questions he dreads to know the real answer to.

“Marc. I won’t force you ok? But please tell me what’s going on, you look-”

“I know what I look like there’s no need to tell me”

Marc thinks of old, spent, expired, outdated.

All different words to mean only one thing.

undesirable.

And weak.

He fucking threw up in front of Vale, he almost had tears in his eyes, he had to come up with his fake smile he knew Vale would recognise, he’s so fucking stupid god how can he act like that and hope to still have a chance in keeping Vale.

He gets past him, putting on a pair of joggers and a short sleeved shirt of his and walks out the room, grabbing his biker boots and protective jacket by the entrance and putting them on, ignoring the boys sitting in the living room looking at him with curiosity.

Probably he yelled before, and they heard him.

Amazing.

He slams the door shut behind him and goes to grab his street bike.

Once he’s put the helmet on he’s alone.

Truly alone.

No other voices or sounds, not even the one in his head.

It’s quiet, like one of the earliest nights he remembers sharing with Valentino, the one in Aragon perhaps, or the many in between races when they could wander off in one of Vale’s secret spots and share everything, even the silence.

He starts the bike and goes for a ride, a long one, he didn’t bring his phone with him so he doesn't know how long precisely.

He comes back home once he’s hungry and beginning to feel tired.

Once again he doesn’t dwell on the academy boys watching him, he can only imagine what they’re saying.

He doesn’t let the thoughts come to him this time though, he just heads straight for the shower and gets ready for lunch.

Vale is an amazing cook, he prepared something that smells delicious, but Marc can’t eat more than half a plate before already feeling nauseous.

He eats everything anyway, he doesn’t want to upset Vale more, so he forces every fork until he clears the plate.

“Vale” it’s Bezzecchi’s voice, he has a strange tone to it “how’s Pedro? didn’t you say he should come to the ranch soon? To see what he’s capable of off track?”

Marc doesn’t want to suppose things, but the way he says the last sentence sends shivers down his spine

20, fast, starstruck by Vale, not half covered in scars.

Check, check, check, check.

The qualities Bezzecchi talked about a few weeks prior are all part of Pedro.

Marc excuses himself from the table for the second time in a row, feeling bad about doubting Vale but also not holding him responsible if that came up to be the case.

He had said it himself he was now the past of MotoGP, and Pedro the future.

Bezzecchi cackles from the table, Celestino elbows him in his ribcage, earning a harsh stare from his friend.

Vale just sits at the table, looking in the direction Marc had disappeared to, trying to understand what was going on with his boyfriend, because he truly has no idea and is scared something had happened outside of the peace of the Ranch, maybe someone finding out about them and threatening Marc to reveal their relationship to the public.

He decides to leave him alone for a while, maybe he’s just not used to having all these people around all the time and needs his space, a moment alone to quiet down his brain.

He spends the afternoon with the boys, racing around the track, checking and analyzing data and talking about Bezz’s newfound harmony with Aprilia.

The clock hits eight pm and they’re all hungry as hell, so the boys quickly make their way to the bedrooms to take their showers and change, since they also decided to go out tonight for a party held by one of Bezz’s DJ friends.

Meanwhile Marc had stayed in the room the whole time, spending half of it crying his eyes out because he couldn’t stop thinking about what if Valentino actually decided to break up with him again and the feeling of emptiness he would feel eventually.

The other half he spent it trying to understand how to make himself look younger for Vale, which clothes to wear, how to act, to talk, to lie when his arm hurt while they were having sex.

Fucking pathetic

He wishes he could tear his brain outside of his skull, anything not to hear that sharp voice commenting his every move and look, he just wants the world inside his mind to shut the hell up and leave him be, at least for a few hours, just that.

A few hours where he doesn’t have to worry about being abandoned by the one person he loves more than life.

A few hours where he can love himself again.

But his brain doesn’t concede him neither those few hours, it’s a machine programmed to drive him insane, unstoppable.

Vale knocks on the door, he recognises their passcode, never changed during all those years spent together.

“Dinner is in five minutes, are you coming?”

“Yes yes, just let me get dressed and I’ll be there”

“Ok, see you downstairs amore”

It cuts deep, the bug whispering in his ear the word amore is just a way to keep him close for need, not driven by real feelings.

He comes down two minutes later, a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt he stole from Vale not so long ago, still smelling like him.

He smiles softly at the man, sitting beside him, across Pecco, who greets him with a nod.

The boys eat in a rush, not speaking a word, apparently they were supposed to meet some other guys by nine and they’re never going to make it on time.

They practically absorb their food and are out the door in twenty minutes, in Luca’s car off to the bar they set as a rendez-vous point.

And so he and Vale are left alone.

He doesn't know how long it’s been since the last time they were completely alone, not even that annoying guard dog of Uccio staining the environment.

“You’re really beautiful tonight amore”

Lie

“My shirt looks really pretty on you, makes you look smaller”

He doesn’t actually like it

“Want to go upstairs?”

He just needs a release, not you.

“Yeah sure” he’s convincing, Vale doesn’t seem to notice his body twitching when his fingers touch his arm.

They reach their bedroom, Vale guiding Marc towards the bed, hands running under the stolen shirt to go catch on his abs, fingers looking for a strong grip.

They share a sweet kiss, nothing like the ones shared after their battles on track, quick, charged and filled with need.

Marc knows Vale wants those back, not these ones, too plain and domestic for him to ever like.

So he tries to pull the switch, biting at Vale’s lip, pressing himself against him, backing up until his body is caged between the wall and Valentino, who looks rather surprised at the sudden change of attitude.

“Fuck me Vale come on” it feels dirty, demanding, but that was exactly like he was back then, and he so desperately needs to feel like that again.

Vale’s lips are on his neck, biting and sucking hard, matching Marc’s tone.

It’s not what he wants, it’s what Vale wants.

And that is enough for him, he’ll just try to enjoy what was probably going to be one of the last nights together, and he didn’t want Valentino to resent him for it too.

He’ll just have to relax, think about Vale’s happiness and take it.

After one particularly harsh bite he winces, but so quickly Vale cannot register it while dragging him to bed.

The grip on his wrist is strong, possessive, needy.

It’s what Vale wants, stop being fucking selfish and let him have it.

The voice is right, he cannot be selfish and wish for Vale to stick around out of pity.

He needs to earn his lover back, who cares if he has to do things he doesn’t want to do?

In the end it’s all for love.

He lets Valentino undress him, sharp teeth attacking his nipple, making him moan loudly, he’s exaggerating a bit his actions but it’s for a good cause.

He keeps repeating to himself this is ok to do, he really wants to please Vale, it’s not bad, he used to like the sharpness and rush of adrenaline that came with battling on track so why should this be different?

He feels Vale’s hand cupping him through his boxers and he thrusts his hips up, eyes closed and hands gripping both on Vale’s hair and back, keeping him there.

“You smell so good Marc, never going to let you go”

And that’s where Marc loses his battle with himself.

He tries to keep it in but a sob comes out anyway, a tear rolling out of his eye and ending up on the pillow underneath his head.

And Vale knows Marc. He knows the difference between a sob due to pleasure and this.

This is not Marc enjoying it so much he cries, this is Marc not enjoying it at all.

He stops, getting up and sitting in front of Marc who has his eyes closed, hands balled into fists and his mouth shut in a rigid and thin line.

He’s fucked it up, he let his own feelings ruin everything again.

He doesn’t want to look at Vale, to see the disappointment and displeasure which surely the older has in his eyes right now.

He can’t bear to see how pathetic he is in Valentino’s eyes.

You ruined it for him, good job.

His head echoes with this thought, he was almost there, so close to faking it perfectly but he had to fucking cry.

He didn’t even cry in front of Vale when he told the world he hated him and he should be off the sport, but he cries for this.

“Marc?” Valentino’s voice is filled with something, it sounds like concern, fear almost.

“Marc, would you open your eyes?” no he can’t he fucking can’t because they’re filled with tears that are just going to spill out if he does, he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want Vale to see him weak and scarred and broken.

“Amore please, what’s going on? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry if I did just please open your eyes and tell me”

There, now Vale even thinks it’s his own fault, amazing, really fucking amazing, another step towards separation.

Vale is so fucking worried right now, Marc is practically crying in front of him, trying to hold his tears in to seem tough but his body is shivering and his lips already trembling.

If he seriously went overboard and hurt him he’s going to punch himself in the face, he would never want to wound Marc.

“Amore?” It sounds like a plea, and it is, he’s begging for an answer, because he has to know what he’s done wrong.

Was he too harsh? Too demanding? Did he hurt his arm? How many possible things may he have done wrong?

Marc gathers what little forces he has left and props himself up, sitting on the bed and opening his eyes, but he doesn’t look at Vale.

He wouldn’t be able to see him even if he wanted to, tears clouding his vision and falling on the bed.

Vale grabs the shirt he discarded earlier on the bed, the one with a wrinkled 46 printed in front in a now not so bright yellow font.

“You’re shivering Marc put this on, you’ll get sick if you don’t” he lets Vale dress him, he feels like he doesn’t have control on his body and it makes him go insane.

He always needs to have control, otherwise how can he handle reality?

He finally manages to look up at Vale, and the man can see the pain rooted deep into his stare, and he aches.

He aches because how could he not notice how much Marc was truly hurting? His eyes look like the ones he had back in 2014, after the press conference where he first broke his heart.

God that stare, the haunted gaze he had that day, it will haunt him forever.

A kid, he was a kid and he managed to kill him.

And now he looks like that kid again. Confused, hurt, crushed and dead.

“I-I’m sorry I ruined it Vale, I didn’t mean to I-” he stops, a hiccup interrupting his words “I can’t I’m not what you need right now and I get it” What was he saying? What does he mean not what Vale needed? He is everything Vale needs and way more than what he deserves.

“I just…I thought I could at least still let you have this but I can’t even fucking bring myself to ignore myself for this while”

Vale is so confused right now, because he doesn’t understand. Why is Marc talking like he’s going to fucking die in a minute? Why should he ignore himself?

He has so many questions but he cannot even pose one, his lips sealed by incredulity.

And Marc on the other hand feels like he isn’t even deserving of an answer, he wants to scream and cry and beg Vale for a chance, but he doesn’t.

Finally Vale manages to speak up, the feeling of instability being suppressed by the need to understand what was killing Marc’s mind.

“Marc, what are you saying? let me have what? you didn’t ruin everything and what’s with the 'I'm not what you need’ thing?”

It looks so real to Marc now, the concern and the preoccupation radiating from Vale.

You failed him, you just had to shut up and endured and you fai-

For the first time this week he manages to shut the voice up, sending it back to the hell it came from long enough to be aware of the fact Vale really cares about him.

He breaks down, crying in front of the man he loves for the first time.

It’s ugly and messy, and he’s fuckinging exhausted, he wants to hold Vale, he wants to be held by him, he needs to feel at home.

And even if he doesn’t say that explicitly Vale gets it, he throws his arms around the boy, keeping him there for a while, not bothering to check how long, he places him on his lap, Marc’s ruffled hair tickling his neck as he continues sobbing into his collarbone, shoulders shivering at every sound.

He gets his head up from Vale’s neck, and fixes his gaze on Vale’s.

“Please Vale promise me you won’t leave me for someone younger and prettier, because I know you could do that anytime if you wanted because you deserve it but please don’t, I know I’m not beautiful like before and that I’m broken now and that you should be with someone who doesn’t hurt himself every week and I know I can’t do what I did before in bed but I swear I’ll try to do it again, and and I get it you could have anyone because you’re you but I only want you please please I love you I can’t let you go I need to be with you I know it’s so pathetic and dumb but I beg of you don’t leave me”

He rushes his words out, one attached to the other not caring anymore if he sounds weak, his face is now completely wet with tears and Vale’s shirt is soaked as well, but he doesn’t care, it feels like he let go of an enormous weight and is finally free.

Vale's answer comes like a helping hand to a drowning person, the hand that grabs yours and drags you out of the angry waves keeping you underwater, your lungs burning.

“Marc I- I don’t even know where to start I mean…why would I ever leave you if you’re the best thing I ever got the chance to have in my life? Why would I need someone younger when I have you and how could I want someone prettier when no one’s more perfect than you?

You’re right you’re not as beautiful as before, you’re far more breathtaking now, and you’re everything but broken, do you think that just because you fell and injured yourself you aren’t attractive to me anymore? Those scars symbolize you never giving up. They are one of the most attractive things you have, amore.

Marc I don’t care if we cannot have that rushed sex we used to have when we raced together, I love what we do now, I adore it, I feel much more connected to you, back then it was adrenaline and desire, now it’s love and need, I wouldn’t trade it for any sum on money in the world you must know this, I would never want to hurt you or force you to have sex with me if it hurts you, ok?

And I don’t fucking care I am who I am, or the fact I could have anyone else because

I. have. you.

And you’re the only one I want or need or dream about sharing my life with, you get it?

I love you Marc Marquez and I’ll be damned if I let these thoughts get to you and make you act like that.

I’m never going to leave unless you want me to, because I already left once and I hurt you and myself and I cannot go through it again.

It was the worst period of my life because I looked for you every night and you weren’t there, because of me.

I should be the on worrying about you leaving me because of what I did, never never never the opposite”

And now Vale is crying too, his eyes holding onto Marc’s gaze like his life depends on it, like he needs an answer to breathe again, because he too feels like he’s drowning and being brought to safety by his lover.

“You still love me? You swear?” It sounds so feeble and desperate Vale wants to open his chest with his bare hands and gift Marc his heart as proof of his love, because the only way he could doubt his love for him would be Vale not showing it enough, not doing everything the boy needed to feel loved.

“Of course I still love you Marc, I never stopped, and I never will, I want to share my whole life with you, you are my star and I will never let you say those things about yourself again, got it?”

“Even if I’m older now? I’ve got scars and lines and I look-”

“You look perfect. Listen I know I said I don’t believe in therapy and all that shit but I just- it’s just I didn’t like what they told me there and I decided to shit on it, but it actually helped me realize I still loved you and if you need to go there to understand how much I love you I’ll pay for it, I’ll bring you to your appointments and I’ll accept whatever outcome you get from it”

It feels good now, to Marc. It’s like he got dragged out of a stormy ocean onto a tropical beach, sunny, warm, quiet and calm.

Quiet.

No wretched voice demonizing or belittling him, just Vale, the only other presence on his dream beach, so close to him he can feel their hearts beating in unison.

He locks his fingers with Vale’s, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“Yeah I- I want to go, because I don’t want to feel like this again, I need to free my mind. Do you understand me? It’s so full it feels like it’s going to explode”

Yes, Vale knows. He’s gone through it more than he likes to admit, and he just nods, pulling Marc even closer, pressing a sweet kiss on his forehead, feeling the boy relax under his touch.

Marc tilts his head, looking up at Vale, and goes to plant a soft kiss on the man’s lips.

No rush, no lust, nothing except deep love and trust, a feeling of peace hovering over the couple who drifts to sleep together, Marc being able to dream of a beautiful snippet of his life with Vale, them together at the Ranch, not worrying anymore about hiding because Marc is retired and nobody will say anything, Stitch and Shira running after a kid with big blue eyes in the garden, the academy boys discussing who’s the favorite uncle.

Marc and Valentino holding hands, Marc’s head on Vale’s shoulder as they look at the little girl laughing, playing with the dogs and the grass.

It’s domestic, soft, and quiet.

So quiet.

The only sound being the laughter coming from their friends and families and the dogs panting behind the buzzing girl.

She looks like Vale.

She calls him and Marc picks her up, she smiles, they’re happy.

There’s no need to worry anymore, Vale never left him, Marc neither, they went through Marc’s insecurities together, they didn’t let go of eachother.

In the real world Valentino is smiling, putting Marc to bed, covering him with their sheets, dreaming of the same thing.

A life, a future with Marc.

#alice writes #my fic <3 #rosquez #angst #lots of angst #tw throwing up #tw self hate #tw intrusive thoughts #marc marquez #valentino rossi #bezz #celin #pecco #vr46 riders academy #motogp fic #motogp rpf

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moonshynecybin · 5 months

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how are the academy kids with teen mom marc's daughter? because most of them are only a few years younger than marc, do they only start getting attached once she's a few years old? none of them are on the babysitting list, right?

also, the question of all questions, will marc's daughter get siblings at one point or another? 👀

this is interesting 2 me because like. if marc brings that baby to the ranch (he does. they do that dumb little track tour with marc in his tight little t-shirt and vale balancing her on his hip) then pecco luca and franky KNOW HER pre-divorce. and probably wave to her around the paddock and say hi but also like. they arent super close to marc so i cant imagine they feel tooooo comfy just going up and saying hi to his baby during the divorce years when theyre in the feeder championship... ALTHOUGH. maybe because pecco and franky were alex's teammates at one point they get to know her as that way... saying hi to his niece that says hi to him before his races... waving her little baby fist... like i REALLY dont think they get on the babysitter list (it is. marquez family. santi. dani. LATER dovi and sometimes jorge. vale. literally never fabio but he does LOVE that little girl and they DO hang out. just. supervised.) but they do love to say hiiiiii when shes zooming around the paddock on her razor scooter and bedazzled helmet... shes determinedly planting her feet outside the yamaha garage and like. monologuing to vale about what she had for breakfast while he active listen faces at her and bezz is standing there RELUCTANTLY CHARMED.

i DO think it changes when they all get to be coworkers with marc in their own right! and develop more of an individual relationship with him. like time has passed at that point and she's a precocious little thrillseeking terror with an evil little delighted marquez jajajaja laugh and a genuine attachment to vale. so YEAH marc is helicopter mom-ing but shes definitely got a mind of her own and i think she wants to say HIIII to people. especially ones she's known forever at this point. and shes kept outside of the media circus of the rosquez cold war for the most part so i think she has good relationships with luca (calm and always very friendly) pecco (will clearly explain engineering things to her without talking down) and franky (teases her very kindly like he does to cele in that one video)... i think later on her favorite is bezz because he has a BIG DOG (novel to a little girl surrounded by weenie dogs her whole goddamn life) and will indulge her thrillseeking tendencies in ways that vale and marc still feel weird about

#her teen 'why do YOU get to risk your life while you get weird about me racing' angst would be. legendary.#she also thinks cele is soooo funny i think. completely unintentional #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez

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Top 10 thing Julia Marquez had to go through:

LIKE IMAGINE Marc bringing Vale for Christmas dinner and Alex bringing Luca. Julia would be so done

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whoregaylorenzo · 6 months

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frans grand motogp follow rec list part 2 (part 1 here)

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Thank you for typing all that out!!!! I was like they had beef??? But it makes sense. I was listening to Casey on the gypsy tale podcast, he mentioned how he was envious of Marc/Vale who had no fear of the track. Makes sense that Marc - the limit of the bike is when I crash - and him would clash even if it wasn't malicious or personal.

(about this) haha no problem! and yeah for sure I don't think it's anything particularly malicious and it's not even BEEF as much as a low-level grudge, the kind of thing that naturally bubbles up when you have athletes' egos existing within a team structure. though I do think the stuff you mention (ie marc's approach to the sport) is something that never did become much of an issue between the two of them, but only because... well they weren't on-track rivals

ofc that's one of motogp's biggest 'what ifs' - what if we'd actually seen casey and marc compete - so none of this is particularly original, but, look, it's a fun one to discuss! casey's for the most part been pretty schtum about marc's actual races and various controversies, but has on occasion mentioned not necessarily being the biggest fan of marc's approach, eg (from 2013):

the "humiliate them" bit is most interesting to me - does feel a similar vibe to some of his complaints about valentino's propensity for mind games. the implications of marc wanting to humiliate opponents would be that for marc, it's not just about just wanting to win, it's about what effect he's having on rivals, about wanting to mess with them

so I - like everyone else - can only IMAGINE what it would've been like if casey had actually had to live the full marc marquez experience. it's a respectful relationship irl because it's a rivalry that never actually got to play out, so casey doesn't have any real motivation to criticise marc much beyond low stakes honda hijinks. and marc probably would have enjoyed getting the chance to race casey, but from casey's side? eh

obviously casey's issues with valentino's riding standards are pretty well-documented (as well as his issues with other rivals, including a younger jorge) (and various somewhat less significant figures, like him and his buddy in 125cc giving alex de angelis the truly terrible nickname of 'alex dangerous'. casey please). marc is relentlessly aggressive in a way casey would not have enjoyed at all, and would've also objected to on grounds of principle. the fearlessness thing you mention from that very very long podcast episode is interesting to me, because yes casey would have liked to emulate that in some ways... but he does also have his issues with riders who ride without fear to the extent that they don't care about their own safety. from his autobiography, explaining his increasing disillusionment with MotoGP:

The most fitting tribute to [Simoncelli's] memory shouldn't have been a plaque by the side of the track where he lost his life, but a real change in the way riders respect each other and respect the limits. Unfortunately, I don't feel that this happened. I have always been very aware of what can happen in this sport, which is why I have always shown respect to my fellow racers. You might not like the person next to you on the grid but you have to be aware that if an accident happens, anyone can be hurt or killed. Sometimes young riders are so desperate to win that they forget what's most important. They get built up so much that they start to believe the hype, they feel invincible. Nobody is, especially in bike racing. And if a rider doesn't care about his own safety then it stands to reason he doesn't care about anybody else's either. Don't get me wrong, MotoGP is as safe as it has ever been in terms of the gravel traps, circuit layouts and rider equipments, but the fact that certain riders were still putting others at risk even after Marco's death bothered me a lot.

which, yup, can't see casey being a fan of marc. he's got some very ironclad beliefs when it comes to riding standards and the importance of rivals respecting each other and what that looks like on track in terms of hard racing - it's just an outlook and approach that would always have clashed with marc's. (also, yeah, like casey admits, it does just scare him! laguna seca 2008 wasn't fun for him because he was worried about his safety! which is entirely understandable, but I can't imagine if that's the case he'd feel particularly comfortable or indeed safe racing marc marquez.) on marc's side, even in 2013 he was pretty good at shrugging off these kind of critiques from his rivals, including ofc from dani and especially jorge that year. so maybe it'd be mostly one-way antipathy, but probably not all that pleasant for anyone involved. livio suppo said back in 2020 that casey would've suffered a lot from marc's personality, and also in 2023 said this:

I don't really agree with suppo about 2008 and it does lean into the frustrating trope (which casey also chafed against in his autobiography) that seeks to explain all of casey's struggles and defeats by what was going on in his head. like, I do think he would've done a good job fighting marc! he would've won plenty of their duels, even when they were fighting wheel-to-wheel! he did say repeatedly after laguna seca 2008 that if something like that happened again, he wouldn't roll over for valentino (unfortunately we never really had the chance to properly test this but oh well)! he just wouldn't have enjoyed it, which is kinda why he retired in the first place

basically, they respect each other just fine because they never had the chance to fight on track. if they HAD fought on track, things would've inevitably been more fraught, not least because of their very different approaches to racing, as well as how by marc's own admission he's an asshole as a teammate. that difference in approaches is where the 'fearlessness' of marc comes in, and not in a good way for that relationship. who knows how it would have all turned out

just one more thing - marc is actually asked about the "he wants to humiliate them" quote in a presser, but unfortunately the question is formulated in a kinda messy way so marc doesn't really end up directly addressing the comments. though my guess is at least one person present understood exactly what casey was getting at:

#my roman empire is that marc interrupts the journalist's question to go 'WHO?' in genuine confusion #right after the camera's zoomed in just far enough that you can't see vale's expression. the room laughs. what does vale do #real take on 2013 casey/marc at honda is that vale enjoys it a bit too much whenever marc pulls some incredibly illegal move on casey #casey stoner #marc marquez #valentino rossi #establishing a nesting doll of casey stoner asks. excellent #//#cs27 #4693 #batsplat responds #heretic tag

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