#casey/vale

[rubyreadd]

🎤talk about all three of your vale wips if you want

One common misunderstanding I see about Casey and Valentino's relationship and rivalry, which was exemplified by Casey's visit to the ranch, is the assumption that Casey and Vale despise each other. Yes, towards the end of Casey's motogp career things got petty and snippy between them, but their issues have always been about each other as riders and competitors. Not so much the actual person.

Vale has been always openly complimentary of Casey and considers him one of the greatest to ever do it. Vale liked fighting Casey on track! He had fun! Vale radiates such joy in all of the media about Casey's visit to the ranch because this is about sharing passion and history with a man Vale holds in high regard.

And as much as Casey continues to hold grudges against Valentino, he does like the bloke. In his post about visiting the ranch, Casey wrote in the caption that despite the many differences and years between them, Valentino and he will always share racing and bikes. Sure, Casey's niceties towards Vale can have a double-edged quality, but in my opinion, that is an awfully fond thing for Casey to say about the person he's apparently been exploding with his mind since his debut.

So that's where we find ourselves at the beginning of my Casey/Vale ranch fic. Written from Casey's POV because I love sinking my teeth into the marrow of why some people are Like That, this fic is about trying to reconcile with the fact that the one person who knows you best in the world is the guy you (don't) hate the most.

Since his retirement, Casey has kept a professional separation between him and Valentino. They raced together and they were each other's rival. Casey won and then Valentino won more. Everything they shared refined to career statistics.

Whenever he's asked, Casey calls him Valentino, or Rossi. Exceptional. Indomitable. A bit of a cunt.

Even the things Casey doesn't talk about he keeps pigeonholed. The touching, the compliments, the sex- it was about what they could take from each other.

So when Valentino texts Casey inviting him to the Ranch it shouldn't even warrant a second thought to politely decline. Instead, Casey leaves Valentino on read for twenty four hours before accepting, a decision he justifies as morbid curiosity.

Everything unravels fairly quickly after that.

For the sake of building forced proximity narrative tension, Casey spends a long weekend at the Ranch. He offers to get a hotel but Valentino laughs him off and tells Casey he'll be staying with Valentino. Which is.. fine.

The drive over is spent rationalising being at the Ranch as like being at one of the many training camps Casey has done over his career. A no stakes weekend that will be attended by most of Valentino's academy and almost certainly used for social media promotion. Which makes it fine.

Pulling into the Ranch, it's Valentino who heads the welcome party, because of course it is. Casey is barely out of the car before Valentino is drawing him into a hug, familiar and warm, greeting Casey with such enthusiasm it splits his face into a one thousand watt smile.

And then they're off.

That first day is indeed spent mostly like a training camp. Valentino takes him on the grand tour, a non-stop spout of narration that Casey nods attentively along to. Of course Casey always knew the Ranch was important to Valentino, but this is something else entirely.

Although the thought doesn't stay with Casey for long because Valentino shepherds him into the garage and towards his bike. They chase each other around the track, the rumble of Valentino's bike behind him, the shining yellow of his leathers in front; it's like it's 2008 all over again. Which again, is fine.

In between sessions Casey pinballs from conversation to conversation. There's Marco, who is Casey is genuinely happy to see. He wraps Casey up in another hearty hug-- Italians --and listens eagerly while Casey regales him with all his happier memories on a bike.

Luca snags him next. He's keen on Casey's setup process and riding ethos and is an attentive student as Casey explains his practice. Valentino wanders over at some point to join his brother and Casey pauses expecting an interruption, but Valentino seems content to just listen while Casey talks.

And when night has well and truly settled over the track, Valentino, wide eyed and hopeful, invites Casey to dinner. Casey tells himself it's because it would be rude to refuse his host's hospitality when so much effort was went too. Not because he likes having Valentino's attention. Not even they sit together all night, pressed almost shoulder to hip.

It is only in the sanctity of the guest bedroom Valentino prepared for him that Casey makes his confession. Lying in bed Casey picks apart the Instagram post Valentino tags him in, his video self almost unrecognisable. There's one, shortly after Luca had taken his leave, and Casey had taken his spot next to Valentino. They lean into each other, a scant few inches a part.

Casey turns his head into the pillow, breathing in clean laundry and jerks himself off to what he thinks, hopes, is Valentino's lingering scent.

The next day is quieter, just him and Valentino mostly. They race each other until they can't remember who's leading the scoreboard. Until Casey's mouth tastes like dust. Until they collapse against each other, exhausted, and the vibrations of Valentino's laugh feel like the purr of Casey's bike under him.

Casey wants to turn and run. He doesn't belong here, in Valentino's space, his home, his heart carved into the landscape that raised him.

Casey stands abruptly, mumbling an empty excuse about showering, but before he can flee a hand closes around his ankle. He looks down and Valentino has shifted onto his knees, looking up at Casey equal parts apprehensive and awed.

"You still race like a god"

Something snaps. Or maybe it clicks into place. Casey manhandles Valentino over his bike, hobbling Valentino with his leathers and stretching him open with spit and sweat. Base, is how Casey fucks Valentino, restraint trampled under the weight of Casey's want as he takes Valentino apart in the dirt, on the track.

Bikes have never been about romance to Casey, but when Valentino looks over his shoulder at him, the shape of the chassis pressed into his face while his voice breaks around Casey's name, Casey is overcome by a heady rush of understanding. Finally he has mastered both the man and machine that have defined his life, and now absolute victory, trembling and sweet, is his.

[star-s-631]

Okay doodle part.2

[ross1fum1]

Vale and Casey at the Ranch!⭐️

[eneasbastianini]

growing up as luca marini must have been so wild for a number of reasons but rn im thinking specifically about how funny it must have been to live in a house where ur training to be a professional in an industry that your brother engages in truly seismic beef every other week in. anyway i really hope pre teen luca muttered casey was right at the dinner table at least once

[moonshynecybin]

honeysuckle: how our love unites enemies

honeysuckle:

scream okay i just edited some of airport au before getting these so it was rattling around in my head. and this ask made me think it would be funny if casey stoner showed up. so here. bad comedy. for those who do not remember last we left marc “the weirdest rumor i ever heard about myself was that i was gay” marquez, he had just had a sex dream about valentino rossi, who has recentlyish decided to be his friend again. as you can imagine he’s a bit confused about all this:

Marc decides that he should probably avoid Valentino for a while, after a dream like that. Get some distance and get his head on straight.

The problem is, Valentino apparently very much does not want to avoid Marc.

It’s in the chaos of the flyaways, that long slog at the end of the season, and Marc doesn’t have anything to prove at this point except for all the different things that he does, and it’s Phillip Island, a track where he can make a difference. He knows he has an opportunity where he can really sink his teeth into something here.

All said, it’s his favorite track, he’s looking forward to the weekend— and he’s really looking forward to approximately 9,000 miles between him and Valentino Rossi and his long fingers.

Which of course means that when he wheels around a corner on his scooter that Friday, he doesn’t expect to see Vale standing next to the media center with a day old scruff decorating the cut of his jaw and Casey goddamn Stoner bitching away about aero at his elbow.

Marc, shocked and in his raincoat, applies the brake to his scooter in an acute fashion and skids a little, motocross style.

Vale, under his neon yellow umbrella and always attracted to the sound of screeching rubber, sees him.

He starts walking.

Horrifically, Casey follows.

Marc smiles.

“I’ve been cornered.”

“Put your hands up in the name of the law,” Vale says in a terrible imitation of a cowboy, and then greets him. “Ah, you are ready for tomorrow?”

Marc nods before he can tell his neck what to do.

“Looks like no practice today, and more rain,” What would he normally say to Valentino. Well, normally he wouldn’t say anything. So that’s probably not a viable strategy.

“That’s good for you, yes?” Vale says, blue eyes intent on him, like he’s genuinely interested.He steps close to Marc, including him under his umbrella, and Marc tightens his fingers hard on the handlebars of the scooter. “Less practice for others and then— with the rain, easier to catch? A left-hand circuit, so you have more room to outpace the factory bikes.”

Casey, walking slowly, arrives in time to catch the tail end of Vale’s statement, and his eyebrows twitch up, gaze ping-ponging back and forth between them.

Marc waves.

Vale, though blunt, is not wrong, and Marc will take a win in the wet of it comes to that, but the forecast clears as the weekend progresses, and the thing he’s really missing so far this year is a clean win. No wet, no sand, just him and the motorcycle and everyone else behind him. The GP23, despite being unequivocally weaker after he exploded in Indonesia and they removed his improved flywheel, is still a bike that he has enough experience on that he can use his style a bit more and manipulate it the way he needs to, so the parts change hasn’t made too much of an impact on his pace. Plus, this is also one of Pecco’s more mediocre tracks, something he knows that Vale knows but will never say to Marc. Honestly, if it’s not for Pecco or the floundering VR46 team squad (unlikely), he has no idea why Vale is here. Maybe Casey invited him to do some dirt track.

He opens his mouth to twist all this into something shiny enough that it can be outwardly verbalized to two other world champions when Casey, so far neglected by Vale, speaks.

“Wow. You know, I really didn’t believe it.”

They pause.

“That you two had made up again, I mean,” He throws a thumb Vale’s way. “I thought this one would take it to his grave, he’s good at that.”

Marc hits him with a weak smile and Vale doesn’t even look over, eyes still on Marc and whatever he sees on his face.

Casey seems to notice, and a divot appears between his eyebrows. Marc scrambles to find something to say that will make this interaction end in the next ten seconds.

“Um, so what convinced you that he wasn’t evil?” Casey asks. So much for that dream.

“Same thing that convinced me that you weren’t,” Vale quips.

“Jury’s still out, then?”

Vale puts a hand on Marc’s shoulder and laughs at Casey beatifically. “Ah, no. Maybe he is just prettier than you? Better in bed, you know.”

Marc laughs, high and shrill, and Casey and Vale both turn to look at him.

“Okay, Marc?” Casey asks, and Marc nods. It’s a normal joke— it’s the kind Vale’s made before. About him, about Jorge Lorenzo, probably about Casey. If 20 year old Marc were here right now, he would just be thrilled that Vale was teasing Casey and using Marc to do it. That idiot would sit here and smile and think about women when he went home to jack off and go on with his day. No such pleasures for 31 year old Marc.

He swallows. He hasn’t responded quick enough. Vale’s eyes narrow, and Marc feels horribly exposed. He’s gotta get out of here.

“Yeah, yeah. Something in my throat, you know? Gresini— uh, they need me in the box, I have to go over something. For tomorrow, the sprint. So. I should go. It was nice seeing you both, I’ll see you later— “

He punches the gas, and as they scramble away from the scooter to avoid getting any toes caught in the crossfire, he zooms away before he can hear their responses.

When Vale’s hand slides off of Marc’s shoulder as he accelerates, the places where his fingers touched Marc burn all the way back to the garage.

[batsplat]

Jerez 2008: Dani Pedrosa talks to Casey Stoner - but walks away when Jorge Lorenzo enters the room.

[sebmaxrc]

idk i think its funny

[charlespecco]

Ladies and gentlemen, Casey Stoner at the Ranch!

[rarestdoge]

Idk what possessed me to draw this I'm sorry gang 😭

Brutus: @smoresthehalloweenqueen

Ashley: @mai-mai-lim

Ashjin fanchild, Arizona, and Brucam fanchild, Casey are made by @kingkenzieofmold!

Comic is based off of this

[forza-beznaia]

[rubyreadd]

Mugello 2008... Tell us more please

Ok so, slight correction because I made a typo, I meant Mugello 2009 instead of 2008 because that's the year that Casey broke Valentino's seven consecutive win streak at the circuit. Kinda the most embarrassing typo I could've made actually, because the whole fic hinges on the dynamic of that win LMAO.

Anyway! What appeals to me about Casey and Valentino's dynamic how perfectly they match each other as narrative foils. Early on in their relationship Casey was fairly forward about how he looked up to Valentino as a rider, and Valentino has gone on record several notable times to talk about how Casey always pushed him to give his absolute best in a race.

There's also Valentino having a primarily Australian crew while Casey had a primarily Italian crew. Valentino having a love affair with his bike where as Casey saw it as a tool of his trade. Valentino being motogp's epicentre of extroverted charisma and Casey being a (somewhat self-imposed) satellite in the sport.

Essentially, Valentino and Casey are two sides of the same coin. Diametrically opposed and destined to never truly see eye to eye yet cut from the same fundamental cloth; a statement I'm sure would give Casey a baker's dozen more neuroses.

So how does this play out post Mugello? Well, the background context of this fic Casey and Valentino have been in a on again off again situationship that loosely involves a dom/sub dynamic. It's not something they've ever or will ever discuss but Casey uses Vale to claw back the control of the parts of his life that feel too big to hold and Vale turns to Casey to relinquish the weight of his myth.

Winning the Italian Grand Prix should therefore be an extension of gaining back that control for Casey. He's taken on the prodigal boyking on home soil, in front of a home crowd, on Italian machinery and won. He's put Valentino in his place so to say. But the fullness of the satisfactions isn't there; Valentino is a graceful loser, smiling at Casey on the podium, which Casey returns with aching teeth. His want is still ravenous, not even the weight of first place in his hands can satiate it. Not when Casey knows the shape of Valentino, fucked out and satisfied, underneath his palms.

But still, paranoia stays Casey hand. Much of his relationship with Valentino has been built on the load bearing pretence that what they have between them is about pragmaticism. Seeking Valentino out because Casey selfishly, wants, would be too close to an admission that Valentino affects him beyond clear-cut competitiveness.

It's a good thing then that Valentino doesn't share those same compunctions.

Casey begs off of team celebrations early to retreat to the solitude of his bedroom where he pointedly doesn't think about Valentino below him on the podium. He has the next race to think about, to win, he can‘t be distracted. Until there‘s a knock at his door.

It‘s Valentino. Of course it is. He‘s dressed non-descript, like he just rolled out of bed and came to Casey directly. For several moments no words are exchanged, but Valentino keeps his gaze, expectant, on Casey.

"You rode well today," Valentino says in place of a greeting, and that's all Casey needs. He hauls Valentino into the room and puts him on his knees, threads a fist through Valentino's hair and pulls, exposing the long line of Valentino‘s neck; the dips and curves of the tendons and muscles. Valentinos eyes are bright in the subdued light of Casey‘s room. His lips shine when he wets them with his tongue.

Valentino‘s hands come up to curl around Casey‘s thighs. Casey‘s hand drops to the waistband on his pants.

And the rest of the smut you‘ll have to wait for, for when I publish the fic >:3

What I can say about it though is that once Casey has had his fill on Vale on his knees, he puts Valentino on his hands and knees on the mattress and takes his true victory from Vale‘s body. Fucks Vale boneless into the mattress until Casey‘s name is all he can get his mouth around

The window is open, the sound of drunk and jubilant Italians filtering up from the street, and Casey yanks Vale‘s head back, stretches along his back and tells Vale to imagine if Italy could see him now. Their prince, bent at the knee for his rival. Their champion, come to an outsider‘s bed to be fucked.

Really, Casey is being very normal about Vale and their relationship. There is definitely no projection or internalised anything going on here. The only thing being internalised is Casey‘s dick in Vale‘s a—

[textsfromthetva]

Incorrect Loki Quotes [239/?]

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Victor Vale- Vicious by VE Schwab

August Landry- One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Daja Kisubo- The Circle of Magic series by Tamora Pierce

Neil Josten- All for the Game by Nora Sakavic

[muxas-world2]

Always funnie who this gentle non offensive coment from Jorge after Valentino went aout for a leg injury got vale so mad he rant abaut fake bitches in the paddock and who it was non genuine and he and Casey were so happy of seing him aout of competition and he was being attacked 😭😭

[kwisatzworld]

Wrooom was the best collab of the world

[moonshynecybin]

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