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god I love Pedro's new tattoo

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valentino x laila main laila

posting it here because my posts on main aren't appearing in the tags : /

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i don’t think people talk enough about the fact that valentinos wife looks a lot like marc. like. a disturbing lot.

😭 she does look like marc (also she's his age i think)

guess he's got a type

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do i write so that I can lock in or complete my assignment rn so that I'm free to write??

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im trying out this new thing called accountability

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It's race day

Pedro has better things to focus on, he knows that

But—

Fermín has a girlfriend. And she's here. In the Gresini garage. In the paddock– in his territory.

It's not just that she's there, it's also the way Fermín exists around her

It's familiar to Pedro in a way that spreads a bitter taste in his mouth.

The way his eyes sparkle when he's amused.

Or the way he laughs right from the bottom of his stomach

Even the slight hint of vulnerability he allows around the people he only trusts, when he stops using humour as his defense mechanism.

It's sickening, in a way, to see someone know what used to be his person in all the intimate ways that were once reserved for him.

It's not like he intends to hyperfixate on it; but how can he miss the cloyingly sweet way they hold hands

He was the one that pushed Fermín away.

Or how pretty, how right she looks in his garage, wearing his shirt

Even the way they kiss

He thinks he's going to throw up. It's not like he has anyone to blame but himself. He was the one to push Fermín away.

He was the one who had been so certain that it would be better off this way.

He was the one who had kicked out a teary eyed Fermín after telling him that he meant nothing to him, as if years of laughter and whispered confessions and lingering gazes could be erased so quickly.

The race was about to start, he had to go out now,

But maybe— just maybe, both of them would pull up in parc ferme next to each other, and maybe that was a part – the only part – of Fermín he could keep.

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Violetta had warned him.

Vale had not believed her entirely. Fuck, he hadn’t believed any of it completely. But— he had been looking for the perfect birthday present for Pecco when he came across the ad.

PROTECT YOUR LOVED ONES FROM THE DEVIL.

Vale was still not sure what had compelled him to contact Violetta. Maybe he was just tired that day, or just plain bothered that Pecco would be sharing a team with him. So he did what he thought was necessary to ensure that Pecco would remain safe.

Violetta had warned him early enough. That every action had a reaction. That casting a spell like this could result in certain consequences for him. He hadn’t been too worried then.

Now, though?

He wished he could go back and stop himself.

Because now, he found himself trapped in a body that was not his own, in a house that was not his own. He was pretty sure he was in Alex Marquez’s house, judging by the pictures on the walls. He remembered laying down for a nap, and when he’d opened his eyes he’d been here. As if that was not enough, he was a fucking cat, from the reflection he’d been to catch in a mirror.

He had been completely dumbfounded when he regained consciousness, before remembering the text he had shrugged off not long ago.

All that he could do now was wait and hope this was just a weird dream.

It had been a good day for Marc. He and Alex had spent the day on a cycling trail. They were both sweaty, muscles aching in the best way. Alex had already prepped for dinner ahead of time, so that they could both unwind after the long day.

Marc nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the blob of brown fur on the living room floor. Shira and Stitch were with their parents, so it couldn’t have been them, and the blob was too furry anyways.

Marc called out to Alex who had moved to the kitchen without taking any note of what seemed to be a cat, ‘There is a cat– in the living room’.

When Alex reached the living room the cat was staring at Marc with equal parts curiosity and wariness. After a quiet minute of deliberate staring, Marc approached the cat, with slow movements to avoid startling it. The cat gave his hand a slight nudge before rubbing itself against Marc’s legs.

Theo, as they had named him, warmed up to both of them quickly enough once they gave him some of the leftover from the fridge. They had landed on the theory that Theo had entered through a window that they found had been left open in the morning. They were watching some movie Marc had picked when Alex spoke up, ‘Take him with you.’

‘Huh?’

‘Theo. It will be good for you. Maybe you will stop stealing Shira and Stitch then.’

Marc thought about it. He was too alone on most days, maybe having a companion would be good for him. He liked Theo and his freakishly blue eyes well enough. He let out a light hum to let Alex know agreed.

That night, Marc ended up with a new roommate.