Ask game: a) I think you have submitted fanfic for some from of creative writing school assignment
b) I think we would have been friends in school in the sense that at some point a worried librarian would have made us hangout 
I DID it was the previously mentioned great gatsby yaoi and it was bcs my English teacher was amazing that year and rec’d me this really good book with a queer mc and I was like “She Would Like This” and she did!!!
I was actually really shy (shocking, all of this is a very recent development lol) in HS so I agree lmao
My assumption is that you were really good at English in school. Not just based off of your writing but your research skills too
Omg thanksss, you’re half right actually! Weirdly enough I was a solid B+ English student because I never read the assigned books and I’d just float through on good essays
I read like 1 book assigned and that was the great gatsby bcs my gf at the time wanted me to write nick and gatsby being gay
“And there’s Crivillé. He spent some time with Michael Doohan at the start of the season. Didn’t ride any motorcycles, just got very fit and Alex says he managed to get his head together as well. Michael Doohan talking a lot of sense to the young Spaniard. And Criville beginning to pull away.”
Seen some people posting about Mick and Alex Crivi so I’d like to posit the following:
Transcription:
“To start the season like this is a success for me and I am very happy, because I’ve been in Australia for one month, working very hard with Mick Doohan. This has paid off, because I can stay on the pace for the whole race.”
Reposting my mickcaseyvale fic from ao3 bcs idk maybe someone wants to read it while we're in the dark ages AGAIN
When Mick had first seen Casey Stoner ride, the boy had been five. He had rolled up into the dirt track Scott and his friends were fucking around on dirt bikes as a tiny thing perched on top of a dirt bike so small that the guards were almost sitting on the wheels. It had been comical for about two minutes before Casey had begun to kick their asses. The boy had run circles around men older and more experienced than him as a little twerp on a KX 50 and he ran circles around men older and more experienced than him on the bright red GP 07.
Watching him run off of his bike to climb the podium as the world champion of 2007 only left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, however.
He had watched the kid struggle up through pure grit and talent and he had earned that podium and he had earned his place with the other MotoGP champions on the Winner’s cup but still, he couldn’t help the part of him that was filled with jealousy. There was no feeling better than the feeling of the top step of a podium and the feeling of winning was better than any high a drug could give him and he was jealous. Everytime he saw someone on that top step other than him he was jealous.
Once, it had marked him as a good rider. Crash after crash he had gotten up again out of a sheer need to win and that anger that he had felt had been a strength. It had never been about the money or the fame but the thrill of winning, it’s what had made him different from the rest, but now it made him feel like an old man angry that someone younger now had it all.
If Mick was a better man, he would have stayed to congratulate Casey. But then again, if Mick was a better man, he wouldn’t have felt jealous over a kid winning his first world championship in the first place. He left before Casey climbed down the podium.
•••
A few hours later, Mick found himself standing in front of Casey’s hotel room, fist raised to knock at the door. If it had been any other rider, Mick would have slated it as a lost cause until they finally dragged themselves out of whatever seedy club they’d been partying in, but clubbing had never been Casey’s scene. Everyone who had thought he was too serious had never met Casey Stoner.
So, when the guilt of leaving the kid like that without saying anything to him had finally reached a point where he couldn’t just ignore it, he had called a few people to find what hotel room they’d put Casey in and had finally brought himself to go congratulate the kid. Still he hesitated, his hand still held in the air in front of him, and he wondered if he really was going to do this, before he finally gave in and knocked on the door.
For one, anti-climatic moment, nothing happened and Mick had resigned himself to giving some quick congratulations and a made up reason for his disappearance over the phone when he heard the sound of scuffling and a few muffled curses from behind the door. Casey wrenched the door open a few seconds after and, well – Mick couldn’t judge, he’d had his own wild few nights after his own championships after all – there was no other way to describe him other than a man who was disturbed mid-sex.
He was half dressed, only in a pair of sweatpants and no shirt, and his chest was covered in a blotchy red. If that wasn’t evidence enough, his pupils were blown wide and his usually neatly gelled back hair was sticking up in all directions like someone had run their fingers through it. Mick would have had to have been blind not to realize what Casey had been doing instead of partying. The only question was how in God’s name Casey had found the courage to talk up a girl.
“Mick,” Casey said, his voice raspy and his eyes wide, “why are you here?”
“I thought I’d congratulate you, but I wasn’t expecting you to have company already,” Mick responded, giving him a once over. “The first championship is always the best, ” he ended weakly. He wasn’t lying, there wasn’t a way that Mick could explain how he’d felt when he’d won his first and do it justice all the while.
Casey’s cheeks went pink and his ears were burning red. “It’s nothing no one else’s done,” he grumbled before tacking on a quick, “thanks.”
“Is that Mick?” Casey’s guest called out from the room and both men froze. That voice was undeniably a man’s voice and suddenly, Mick knew damn well who exactly Casey had been fucking.
“Valentino Rossi,” Mick hissed at Casey incredulously, leaning a little heavier on his cane, “you’re fucking Valentino Rossi of all people?”
“It’s nothing no one else’s done,” Casey repeated again, his eyes narrowing at him and Mick knew Valentino had told him. “You know what? Just come inside.”
Without even checking if Mick was going to follow him, Casey turned to disappear into his room like he just knew that Mick would do as he’d asked and for a second, Mick was tempted to just turn around and walk away. He was far too old to participate in whatever game Casey and Valentino were playing with one another – but in the end, he was just a man like the rest of them all and temptation won out and he followed Casey inside.
•••
Mick had to be careful where he placed his cane because of the clothes thrown carelessly on the floor. The room was dim, dark except for the gentle glow of a night lamp and when he finally caught sight of Valentino sitting on the bed, completely naked. Like Casey, Valentino looked dazed and fucked, but there was still that sharp cunning to his eyes that never really left him.
“Decided to join us old man?” Valentino asked with a lazy grin, clearly egging Mick on. He’d had a bad race, Mick knew, and Valentino was a bitch when he had a bad race – he was surprised that he had come to Casey at all instead of moping with the boy that stuck to him like a shadow.
“I might stick around if you make it worth my time,” Mick shrugged dismissively in a way he knew would piss him off.
Valentino got up on his knees and pulled him close, making Mick stumble slightly. If Mick just moved his head forwardly slightly, he would be kissing Valentino. Valentino threw his hands around Mick’s neck and smiled slightly at him.
“If I hadn’t been the best fuck you’ve had in your life, maybe that threat would have been convincing.”
“So confident for a boy who was crying the first time I fucked him.” That got a glare from Valentino, but it would have been more threatening if the sight of tears falling down Valentino’s face wasn’t engrained in Mick’s memory.
“Should I leave you two to your dick measuring contest or what?” Casey interrupted from where he was watching them boredly from the headboard.
“Maybe you should learn a little patience,” Valentino bit back, not looking back to face the other man and well, the boy had won his first championship after all, he didn’t deserve backtalk from a bitch.
Mick threaded his fingers into Valentino’s hair, yanking his head back, and Valentino groaned at the pain. “How about you apologize to Casey?” he ordered more than asked.
“How about you go fuck yourself?” Valentino said, his eyes half-lidded but his smile sharp as ever. He winced when Mick’s fingers tightened around Valentino’s hair but a moan slipped from him nonetheless.
“Fuck, sorry Casey,” Valentino said begrudgingly and Mick let go of his hair. Casey watched them with interest, his cock tenting in his pants at the sounds that Valentino made. He clearly thought Mick handling Valentino was hot – after all, Valentino was something like a force of nature, it took a lot to wrangle him into something that almost resembled docile but never fully.
“Casey seems a little uncomfortable in his pants, don’t you think?” Mick hummed, staring into Casey’s eyes the entire time and leaning down next to Valentino’s ear like he was whispering in a dog’s ear. “Go take it off of him.” Valentino opened his mouth, seemingly to say something snide again, before thinking better of it and turning around to face Casey.
He walked over to an armchair in the corner, sitting down heavily as he watched Valentino connect his and Casey’s lips. One of Valentino’s hands went down to unbutton and unzip Casey’s jeans, they stopped for a second as Valentino dragged Casey’s pants off and threw it carelessly behind him. Before Mick could tell him anything, Valentino was reaching for the lube on the night stand.
“Stop, Casey, you should prep him,” Mick called out and Casey nodded eagerly. Unlike Valentino, the boy listened to him sometimes, which was more than Valentino’s never; he was more willing to bend to his will than the other man.
“Allora, I can prep myself,” Valentino whined just for the sake of complaining.
“Let him prep you or Casey can just fuck you without prep, it’s your choice.”
Valentino grumbled before shoving the bottle at Casey. Casey slicked his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss by the back of his neck with his clean hand. His hand remained on the back of his neck as Casey reached down to sink his finger into Valentino’s hole. Mick’s cock stirred in his shorts but he didn’t touch himself.
One finger turned into two and Valentino rested his forehead on Casey’s shoulder, panting and groaning. Slowly, Valentino was losing himself, dazed and incoherent leaving the man and animal that was intent on getting pleasure instead of the darling godling on two tires. There was something so intoxicating about dwindling down Valentino of all people into something dumb with pleasure, moaning and asking for more with not much else on his mind except more more more. The eternal boy king of MotoGP debasing himself for dick, it was hotter than anything else that Mick had seen.
“I think he’s stretched enough, don’t you Casey?” Mick said. “Go on, slip your fingers out and fuck him.”
“Fuck,” Casey groaned, but he did what Mick told him to do. Slowly, he slipped out his fingers and Valentino groaned annoyedly.
He flipped them over so it was Valentino who was laying on the bed instead of himself and pulled his legs up to rest on Casey’s shoulders. Mick almost cursed when he saw how Valentino was made to bend, the man’s pre-race stretches were being put to good use for once.
Casey lined his dick up to Valentino’s hole before slowly pressing in without pause, Valentino moaned loud enough that Casey covered Valentino’s mouth with his hand. Without giving Valentino much time to get used to the feeling of him inside him, Casey started to move and muffled moans and curses were the only things that came from Valentino.
Valentino’s dick, pretty and hard against his thin stomach, left a white puddle of precome on his stomach, but no one moved to touch it and Mick made no move to order them to either. His head was thrown back against the pillows, mouth thrown open making little sounds every time Casey pushed inside fully and his eyes bleary and teary. He looked debauched and suddenly Mick had the weird urge to take a picture of the sight.
After a few seconds, Casey lost all pretense of moving slowly and carefully, thrusting in and out of Valentino quickly to chase his own end. Mick finally unzipped his shorts, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure of his shorts tight against his dick finally left. He didn’t move to join them, however, until Valentino moved his hand down to touch his cock. Mick stood up, his shorts unzipped and slung low on his hips to stop Valentino’s hand.
“What the fuck— let me touch myself,” Valentino scowled and Mick tightened his grasp around Valentino’s wrist.
“You don’t come until I tell you to come,” Mick said cooly, meeting Valentino’s glare head-on.
“Shit, Mick,” Casey groaned. If he had looked well-fucked when he had met Mick at the door, Mick didn’t know what to call how he looked now.
Sweat beaded at Casey’s forehead as he looked down at Valentino with a single-minded focus, powerful arms taught as he gripped Valentino’s waist, pulling him into every thrust. His mouth was red and bitten from when he had been kissing Valentino and Mick reached out to hold the side of his face. Casey looked at him, confused, and Mick pulled him in for a kiss.
Valentino cursed at the sight underneath them as Casey steadily pumped into him while kissing Mick, but neither man paid him any regard, too busy licking into each other’s mouths. When they parted for breath, Casey was panting and there was a blush high on his cheeks and a few thrusts later, Casey was spilling into Valentino.
Pulling out of Valentino, Casey’s come started to leak out but Mick pushed it back in with two of his own fingers. Casey made a sound from the back of his throat as he watched intently where the base of Mick’s fingers were touching Valentino’s rim, but he climbed off the bed watch from the armchair Mick recently vacated.
“My turn,” Mick said, leering down at Valentino. Mick sat down to the side, his leg was still fucked and he couldn’t kneel for long, before pulling Valentino up to sit on his lap, fingers still plugging Casey’s come inside him.
“It’s a surprise you can still get it up after this long, popped a pill before this?” Valentino asked before letting out a keen as Mick curled his fingers inside him.
“Good whores know when to shut up,” Mick said before unceremoniously pulling his fingers out of Valentino and pushing himself into Valentino. He guided Valentino up and down with his hands wrapped around his waist, making the younger man ride him.
He could feel Casey’s come being pushed back into Valentino, fucked in deeper by his cock, and if Valentino’s cursing was anything to go by, Valentino could feel it too. Mick took in greedily every wince, moan, and twitch of Valentino’s face like a man starved. The thing about fucking riders was that you couldn’t know when it would be the last time you were allowed to so every time counted. Valentino was the finickiest one too, he liked to toy with people around him and lost interest when they left his circle, but that only made fucking him now that much more sweeter.
“Please let me come,” Valentino gasped, his eyes wide and pleading.
Mick was close too, he had been basically edging himself for just as long as he had been edging Valentino, but he couldn’t help but taunt Valentino. “Should I let you? But you’ve been such a bitch, baby, I don’t think you deserve it. What would you do if I just came and left you like this? Would you cry again?”
Valentino looked close to crying already, his eyes glistening with welled up tears, and Mick held on, just a few seconds more and he knew that— tears slipped down Valentino’s face and it sent Mick over the edge, adding his own come in with Casey’s. He placed his hand on Valentino’s dick finally, jerking the other man off and it took just a few pumps of his fist and a press on his slit for Valentino to come all over Mick’s hands before collapsing on Mick like a ragdoll.
Guiding Valentino off of him, Mick pulled the other man to curl up on the bed beside him and Casey popped out of God knows where with a wet rag to wipe him off. He was reverent with it, no matter how much snide comments and the media cat fights they had with each other, Casey seemed to like Valentino legitimately for reasons beyond Mick’s comprehension.
“You could stay if you want, I wouldn’t mind,” Casey said, not looking up from Valentino. “He stays the night most of the time.”
Mick had the sudden urge to shake Casey and tell him that no matter how young and stupid he was, he couldn’t fall in love with Valentino. It was a tragedy just waiting to happen, someone always leaves.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” Mick grunted instead, grabbing his cane as he walked off in the direction of the bathroom.
•••
Mick looked back at the sleeping duo one more time before he left, his gaze unreadable. He didn’t know what to think of that himself or even what to classify what happened as, but he knew that it wouldn’t happen again. Some fluke of chance was all that he could say it was.
Without a sound, he slipped out the door and into the hallway, walking back to his room with only the sound of his footsteps and his cane as company.
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