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franky-y · 3 months
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i couldn't resist, i just had to draw it
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akaneiroxxx · 2 months
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Watson when he sees Grindr on Sherlock's phone:
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myfriendgoo94 · 1 year
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jaarijani · 5 months
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Häärijäs face was really fighting me, how is he both grinning cheekily and smouldering at the same time
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lunamoonberry · 1 month
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i promise to be good
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tiesforyoureyes · 9 months
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hotmessmaxpress · 1 month
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Rosquez OnlyFans AU, part 6
Still no porn, sorry. We're almost back to the porn! Marc is sad, Alex is a good baby brother, the sausage dogs make an appearance. Uccio returns.
Marc continues posting. It’s his job, and he likes doing it, but every time he logs in and doesn’t have a notification from Valentino, it’s like a fresh wound. He just wants the chance to apologize, or beg for forgiveness, or say anything. He wants to start over. He wants to go back to the way he could spend all day thinking about Valentino; the way he was consumed with affection and desire for the other man. 
All along, not knowing that he was talking to Valentino Fucking Rossi. 
He obsessively stalks Valentino’s social media; he was already following him on everything, but now he pays special attention. He turns on post notifications for Vale’s instagram so he can be one of the first people to like anything he posts. 
Part of him wonders if Valentino will notice and block him. He contemplates DM’ing him, then realizes he probably doesn’t manage his own social media and he definitely won’t check DM’s from some random person. 
He just wishes he could talk to him. 
He manages to sweet talk Alex into coming to the Catalan GP with him. Tickets are easy to get, and it’s not like he has to miss work for it. 
“He’s not going to spot you in the grandstand, recognize your face, and decide to fall in love with you,” Alex says, flatly, as Marc is completing his 47-step skincare routine as they prepare to leave on the Friday of the GP.
“Fuck off,” Marc says, as if he hadn’t fantasized about that very scenario. “The universe will make something happen. I just want a chance to talk to him.”
“He’s racing, Marc. What, do you expect him to pull off to the side of the track and stop for a chat?”
“I’ll see him in the paddock,” he responds, with a huff.
“When will you be in the paddock?”
“We have passes,” Marc says with a grin. 
Alex rolls his eyes.
“You think Valentino Rossi will make an appearance for a paddock tour? Bullshit. And even if he did, he wouldn’t stop to talk. Even if he does recognize you, which he probably won’t, unless you take your cock out, which will just get us removed from the paddock. How much did you spend on those, anyway?”
Marc huffs.
“Stop being an asshole and let’s go.”
The paddock is crowded and overwhelming, even on a Friday. Marc is grateful for Alex’s height, as he tugs Marc along. He is temporarily stunned out of his quest to see Vale by running into Dani Pedrosa. 
“Oh! Sorry!” Dani says, and Marc stares at him with wide eyes.
“Are you okay?” Dani asks, incredulously. 
“I’m fine!” Marc says, voice coming out entirely too high. “Will you sign my hat?”
Dani laughs and signs his hat, as well as Alex’s. He doesn’t have time to stay to chat, but Marc is nearly wheezing from nerves as he walks away anyway.
“That was worth whatever you paid for these, even if you don’t see your boyfriend,” Alex says, cradling his hat in his hands.
They wander a little bit longer, making a point to linger near the Yamaha motorhome.
“Hey!” Marc hears. “You!”
He and Alex turn to see an angry man walking their way. Marc shares a look with his brother. 
“You are Marc, no?” the man says, and for a moment Marc wonders if Vale has noticed him. Maybe his fairytale is falling into place.
“Yes!” he says, smiling at the man.
“You can’t be here,” he says, at once crushing Marc’s hopes and dreams. “You cannot be here. You have to leave.”
“But we have-” Alex says, trying to step in. 
“No,” the man says, holding up a hand. “Security is on the way. You need to leave and not come back.”
“But-”
“No!” the man says. 
At that point, security arrives. They escort Marc and Alex from the paddock, and Marc’s hands are shaking by the time they leave. 
He manages to charm security into not cancelling their tickets for the race, just their paddock access, but it’s still a punch to the chest. 
He stews in his hurt and anger all weekend, and watching Vale win the race doesn’t help. He wants to yell at Vale. He wants to fight him and make him feel as terrible as he has made Marc feel. He has no way of doing that. 
The only thing he can think of at this point is to send him a DM. He knows it won’t go to him, and will most likely be deleted by some poor PR person who works for him, but he sends it anyway. He pours out all his anger and frustration and hurt. You didn’t have to kick me out of the paddock, he adds as an afterthought. I was with my brother. We weren’t doing anything other than trying to see you. What you’ve done is cruel. All I wanted was to talk to you, as a fan and a friend.
By the time he sends it he’s worked himself up into crying, and he bullies Alex into snuggling up with him and the sausage dogs to watch a movie. 
They’re almost done with the movie when Marc’s phone lights up with an Instagram notification.
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ariluna91 · 2 years
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this scarf is holding up well ;)
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