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I'm taking everything back I ever thought about Illya just after that scene of him cracking up 10 mins in the first episode at that shot with Shane. That man is a sweetheart. Pls tell me he is a sweetheart.
If you were creating a James Bond film, what riders would you pick to star in it and what role?
Dani:
I don't know. Somebody has to be the good guy, so Bond. And somebody else has to be the bad guy. Looks like with Marc and Vale, it could fit well,sometimes.
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Juat hoping in here to let you know that i will come and haunt you for that Pedrenzo fic
Okay here is my peace offer aka that fluff continue draft I mentioned:
Though like I said the OG idea would be a chapter 2 ft. Jealous Jorge because of Casey/ Dani MAYBE even some Vale/Dani (when Dani is like 20) and then Pedrenzo get together and the 3rd chapter would be this draft aka them being an old married couple. Literally.
Jorge saw Dani from afar. He always spotted him first in a crowed. He didn't know why, considering Dani was one of the smallest and therefore easily getting lost in a place like the paddock.
Yet he was the first to be seen by Jorge. And Jorge used the moment to look at him. Really look at him.
He was walking through next to the trailers, visible deep in thought. Jorge saw his dark hair. His eyes. They seemed to hold a gentle love, despite the neutral expression on his face.
It was something Jorge had noticed over the last year. Dani often had a cold, hardened expression - like they all did - but his eyes always remained calm and gentle. No matter what Jorge said or did, Dani's eyes never changed when he looked at him.
And whenever Dani looked at him, his heart would beat faster. He felt his skin get hotter. He forgot whatever they were arguing about. While his mouth kept talking, all he could do was stare at those dark brown eyes
He had missed them. He had missed those eyes over the winter break more than anything. More than racing itself.
To him, they represented calm. They represented the paddock. Dani. Everything he had yearned for in tbe last week's.
They were the counterweight to his childhood home, every bad memory embedded in it and his father's anger.
All the things he had to endure over the last weeks. The dismissive gestures. The insulting comments. He had bite them all down. He had swallowed then, aware that fighting them would make it worst. He'd just suffer more.
So he had endured them, fought them as much as he could, counting the days for the season to start again so he'd spend half the year somewhere in the world.
But now it was all gone.
Suddenly he was back in the paddock, looking at the eyes that represented calm and peace.
He looked straight at them as he realized that he was actually home now. He was back in the paddock. The bikes were being made ready. And Dani stared at him angrily while his eyes remained.
Dani looked back, both their faces hardening. He watched the older pull his shoulder back, standing a bit straighter. Taller.
Jorge chuckled. He was already taller than Dani. They both knew that. He had outgrown him at 14. Now almost 2 years later he was still growing while Dani stayed the same.
As soon as he was close enough, he opened his mouth.
"Santa didn't gift you a couple more inches over Christmas?" Jorge snarled. It was a rude joke. He didn't know why he had said it. When all he could have said was "Hey, how are you?"
But he didn't know how to.
He didn't know how to look at Dani when his heart started to beat faster. He didn't know how to be nice. He knew how to rude and ruthless. It was his way to deal with people. He knew how to fight but kindness? Impossible.
So he didn't even try. Trying lead to failure. It lead to disappointment and he didn't want that.
Dani huffed, his arms crossed. "No, he said I got enough inches some where else. Want me to shove them down your throat so you finally shut the fuck up?
"I'd bite the little thing you call dick off and swallow it in one go." The younger one spit out. To Jorge this was flirting. To dani this were simply insults. "So desprete being choked? Just say the word." he was already moving, rolling his eyes as he walked past him.
But before he knew what was happening he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was being pushed in the dark alleyway between trailers.
"Hey!" escape him, more annoyed then scared since he knew it was lorenzo.
He didn't like him but he knew he wasn't one to actually get violent. He had a big mouth and even bigger emotion but his hand had never slipped.
Dani was being pushed again a trailer. He was about to complain, to yell, to curse, to tell him to fuck off, when he felt two rough hands against his cheeks.
He froze immediately.
He felt his body going stiff. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare ahead.
Jorge felt his heart beat. He didn't know what he was even doing when his hands were suddenly on Dani's cheeks as he pressed his lips against his.
It wasn't a kiss. Not really. Not in the way Jorge had expected a kiss to be like.
This kiss was rough. Forceful.
Jorge put all his emotions in that one kiss.
All the fear he had felt over the break. Every time he has used Dani as his motivation. Everytime he had used Dani as light during the dark times at home over the break.
He kept thinking about him. He had kept thinking that he couldn't give up. That he had to beat Dani.
And somewhere over the days, his mutige had turned. Somewhere along the endless screaming, the thrown plates, the times he had been terrified, his motivation was to simply see Dani again.
And somehow they ended up here.
Rationally he knew what he did was stupid. Horrible even.
He felt Dani's hands on his shoulder. He felt the push. He felt him pushing him away with all his strength. "Get the fuck away from me!"
And he immediately felt shame wash over him. He felt like an idiot.
He heard the sounds of the paddock. The tools clinking. Voices mixed with music.
And he stood there and had just kissed a boy. His rival. But a boy.
He immediately backed away. His legs were shaking. His hands were cramping in the position.
Dani's face changed again. The anger was burning. "Don't ever do that again you asshole!" Dani screamed at him. "Do you think I'm a joke?! Do you think you can just - That I'm some kind of whore that actually wants you?! You think those stupid dick sucking comments were serious?!" he cursed
Dani was horrified. He was horrified by the moment. By the guilt he saw in Jorge's eyes. The lack of confident, the missing, dark laugh, showing it was just a horrible prank.
Instead Jorge looked at him with apologetic eyes.
"I... Fuck. I... I'm sorry. I didn't..." he muttered, his words falling over each other. He was still backing away, his hands shaking. He felt his cheeks burn, like his head was about to explode. "I'm sorry. That was... I didn't mean to - I - Please don't tell anyone. Please. Hate me all you want. I swear to God I'll never even talk to you but I'm begging you to not tell anyone."
"By God, I don't give a fuck if you like dick or not. Just - That shouldn't be me." Dani continued. He sounded annoyed. He was annoyed. But the warm burning feeling on his lips, where Jorge had kissed him remained.
He didn't want to think too much about. He didn't want to think too much about having returned the kiss for a split second.
"Dani-" Joreg started, unsure what he was even going to say. His voice was low. Hurt. Full of sorry.
"I don't know what you think that was... But this was a mistake. We're riders. We are rivals." he hissed, refusing to think too much. He didn't want to think about the implication and everything around it.
He reminded himself how unforgiving this paddock was. The matcho act. The ever present homophobia. And how much it took to get there.
He wouldn't throw this all away for one kiss.
"And rival don't... They don't fucking kiss! So get your fucking self finding coming out phase together or whatever that is and leave me out of it!" he warned.
"Dani... Please... Can't we-"
"You're 15 for fucks sake." Dani reminded himself. The thought hit him like a truck. He stared at Jorge, the other suddenly nothing more than a boy.
The younger one scoffed. "I'm turning 16 literally next month!" he argued. He forced himself to get back to his usual self. To be loud. Unforgiving. Ruthless.
He had tried to be gentle. He had tried to let Dani see past... Everything. He had tried and he had failed.
And he swore to never try again.
No matter how much that thought hurt his heart. No matter how much he felt the pressure if his tears build up.
"And I'll be an adult in less than half a year! That doesn't make any of this better." the older continued.
"I'm not a child." he muttered. "Yeah, good job making that observation, buddy. Go do your homework."
Dani's voice was dismissive. Like he was trying to push the younger one verbally away. It made him feel like a helpless child. And he hated it.
"You're an asshole. I wish I didn't give you my first kiss." he yelled.
"Don't think I wanted it!" he pushed back, not wanting to admit that this was his first kiss too.
Jorge huffed and collected his saliva in his mouth. He spit on the ground aggressively before he ran away. He wanted to show his anger. His disrespect. He wanted to get out this and win. Somehow.
No matter how much his eyes burned as he ran down the paddock. No matter how many tears streamed down his face, Dani's words replaying in his head.
"Fuck." Dani cursed. He let out a deep sigh, trying to focus again. It didn't work
Jorge saw Dani from afar. He always spotted him first in a crowed. He didn't know why, considering Dani was one of the smallest and therefore easily getting lost in a place like the paddock.
Yet he was the first to be seen by Jorge. And Jorge used the moment to look at him. Really look at him.
He was walking through next to the trailers, visible deep in thought. Jorge saw his dark hair. His eyes. They seemed to hold a gentle love, despite the neutral expression on his face.
It was something Jorge had noticed over the last year. Dani often had a cold, hardened expression - like they all did - but his eyes always remained calm and gentle. No matter what Jorge said or did, Dani's eyes never changed when he looked at him.
And whenever Dani looked at him, his heart would beat faster. He felt his skin get hotter. He forgot whatever they were arguing about. While his mouth kept talking, all he could do was stare at those dark brown eyes
He had missed them. He had missed those eyes over the winter break more than anything. More than racing itself.
To him, they represented calm. They represented the paddock. Dani. Everything he had yearned for in tbe last week's.
They were the counterweight to his childhood home, every bad memory embedded in it and his father's anger.
All the things he had to endure over the last weeks. The dismissive gestures. The insulting comments. He had bite them all down. He had swallowed then, aware that fighting them would make it worst. He'd just suffer more.
So he had endured them, fought them as much as he could, counting the days for the season to start again so he'd spend half the year somewhere in the world.
But now it was all gone.
Suddenly he was back in the paddock, looking at the eyes that represented calm and peace.
He looked straight at them as he realized that he was actually home now. He was back in the paddock. The bikes were being made ready. And Dani stared at him angrily while his eyes remained.
Dani looked back, both their faces hardening. He watched the older pull his shoulder back, standing a bit straighter. Taller.
Jorge chuckled. He was already taller than Dani. They both knew that. He had outgrown him at 14. Now almost 2 years later he was still growing while Dani stayed the same.
As soon as he was close enough, he opened his mouth.
"Santa didn't gift you a couple more inches over Christmas?" Jorge snarled. It was a rude joke. He didn't know why he had said it. When all he could have said was "Hey, how are you?"
But he didn't know how to.
He didn't know how to look at Dani when his heart started to beat faster. He didn't know how to be nice. He knew how to rude and ruthless. It was his way to deal with people. He knew how to fight but kindness? Impossible.
So he didn't even try. Trying lead to failure. It lead to disappointment and he didn't want that.
Dani huffed, his arms crossed. "No, he said I got enough inches some where else. Want me to shove them down your throat so you finally shut the fuck up?
"I'd bite the little thing you call dick off and swallow it in one go." The younger one spit out. To Jorge this was flirting. To dani this were simply insults. "So desprete being choked? Just say the word." he was already moving, rolling his eyes as he walked past him.
But before he knew what was happening he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was being pushed in the dark alleyway between trailers.
"Hey!" escape him, more annoyed then scared since he knew it was lorenzo.
He didn't like him but he knew he wasn't one to actually get violent. He had a big mouth and even bigger emotion but his hand had never slipped.
Dani was being pushed again a trailer. He was about to complain, to yell, to curse, to tell him to fuck off, when he felt two rough hands against his cheeks.
He froze immediately.
He felt his body going stiff. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare ahead.
Jorge felt his heart beat. He didn't know what he was even doing when his hands were suddenly on Dani's cheeks as he pressed his lips against his.
It wasn't a kiss. Not really. Not in the way Jorge had expected a kiss to be like.
This kiss was rough. Forceful.
Jorge put all his emotions in that one kiss.
All the fear he had felt over the break. Every time he has used Dani as his motivation. Everytime he had used Dani as light during the dark times at home over the break.
He kept thinking about him. He had kept thinking that he couldn't give up. That he had to beat Dani.
And somewhere over the days, his mutige had turned. Somewhere along the endless screaming, the thrown plates, the times he had been terrified, his motivation was to simply see Dani again.
And somehow they ended up here.
Rationally he knew what he did was stupid. Horrible even.
He felt Dani's hands on his shoulder. He felt the push. He felt him pushing him away with all his strength. "Get the fuck away from me!"
And he immediately felt shame wash over him. He felt like an idiot.
He heard the sounds of the paddock. The tools clinking. Voices mixed with music.
And he stood there and had just kissed a boy. His rival. But a boy.
He immediately backed away. His legs were shaking. His hands were cramping in the position.
Dani's face changed again. The anger was burning. "Don't ever do that again you asshole!" Dani screamed at him. "Do you think I'm a joke?! Do you think you can just - That I'm some kind of whore that actually wants you?! You think those stupid dick sucking comments were serious?!" he cursed
Dani was horrified. He was horrified by the moment. By the guilt he saw in Jorge's eyes. The lack of confident, the missing, dark laugh, showing it was just a horrible prank.
Instead Jorge looked at him with apologetic eyes.
"I... Fuck. I... I'm sorry. I didn't..." he muttered, his words falling over each other. He was still backing away, his hands shaking. He felt his cheeks burn, like his head was about to explode. "I'm sorry. That was... I didn't mean to - I - Please don't tell anyone. Please. Hate me all you want. I swear to God I'll never even talk to you but I'm begging you to not tell anyone."
"By God, I don't give a fuck if you like dick or not. Just - That shouldn't be me." Dani continued. He sounded annoyed. He was annoyed. But the warm burning feeling on his lips, where Jorge had kissed him remained.
He didn't want to think too much about. He didn't want to think too much about having returned the kiss for a split second.
"Dani-" Joreg started, unsure what he was even going to say. His voice was low. Hurt. Full of sorry.
"I don't know what you think that was... But this was a mistake. We're riders. We are rivals." he hissed, refusing to think too much. He didn't want to think about the implication and everything around it.
He reminded himself how unforgiving this paddock was. The matcho act. The ever present homophobia. And how much it took to get there.
He wouldn't throw this all away for one kiss.
"And rival don't... They don't fucking kiss! So get your fucking self finding coming out phase together or whatever that is and leave me out of it!" he warned.
"Dani... Please... Can't we-"
"You're 15 for fucks sake." Dani reminded himself. The thought hit him like a truck. He stared at Jorge, the other suddenly nothing more than a boy.
The younger one scoffed. "I'm turning 16 literally next month!" he argued. He forced himself to get back to his usual self. To be loud. Unforgiving. Ruthless.
He had tried to be gentle. He had tried to let Dani see past... Everything. He had tried and he had failed.
And he swore to never try again.
No matter how much that thought hurt his heart. No matter how much he felt the pressure if his tears build up.
"And I'll be an adult in less than half a year! That doesn't make any of this better." the older continued.
"I'm not a child." he muttered. "Yeah, good job making that observation, buddy. Go do your homework."
Dani's voice was dismissive. Like he was trying to push the younger one verbally away. It made him feel like a helpless child. And he hated it.
"You're an asshole. I wish I didn't give you my first kiss." he yelled.
"Don't think I wanted it!" he pushed back, not wanting to admit that this was his first kiss too.
Jorge huffed and collected his saliva in his mouth. He spit on the ground aggressively before he ran away. He wanted to show his anger. His disrespect. He wanted to get out this and win. Somehow.
No matter how much his eyes burned as he ran down the paddock. No matter how many tears streamed down his face, Dani's words replaying in his head.
"Fuck." Dani cursed. He let out a deep sigh, trying to focus again. It didn't work
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Was thinking about jealousy Pedrenzo and somehow ended up with Dani Pedrosa x Franky Morbidelli and I think that's the point where I put my phone down.
Same bc my accounting teacher (die hard Rossi fan and certified Marquez brothers hater) went up to me in class today with a smirk saying "Nah? Was is mit ihm? Marquez fan." I told him the truth that he's been struggling and this fucker deadass said "So wie es sich ghört"
I love that they put the riders in a half circle during the national anthem. It's like putting toddlers in circle time and being like "Now look at each other and promise to be nice to each other"
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