#Marcmarc

[scrollonso]

26 plus marcmarc pretty please

(now this is 57,, sorry for the confusion 😿)

The warm, golden light of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Marco’s childhood room. The space was cozy and inviting, decorated with posters of racing legends — Marc included — and shelves lined with model cars and trophies. It was a world apart from the chaos of their usual lives, the calm before the storm of the next race.

Marco and Marc lay together on the bed, the familiar comfort of the room wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Marco had insisted on bringing Marc here after a particularly grueling race, wanting to share a piece of his past and find solace in the simplicity of his childhood surroundings, he figured Marc needed it with how stressed he's been over the bike.

Marc was nestled against Marco, his head resting on Marco’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Marco had his arm draped over Marc, fingers gently stroking his hair. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the curtains and the distant sounds of the neighborhood coming to life outside.

“I understand why you keep coming back,” Marc murmured, his voice almost a whisper. “It's nice here. Your parents are nice. I wish I could stay.”

Marco nodded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I still to come here to escape, to just be myself without all the pressure.”

Marc shifted slightly, looking up at Marco. “I can see why." He hummed, setting his head back down and they grew heavier "Peaceful.”

Marco smiled, a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. “Yeah, it is. I'm glad there's enough room for both of us.”

Marc nuzzled closer to Marco, his expression softening. “Just enough, I wanna be close like this forever.”

Marco chuckled quietly, his fingers gently caressing Marc’s arm, absentmindedly feeling the dip of his scar. “Marc," He started, the Spaniard humming in response "I want you to know that no matter how crazy things get, you have a place here with me. In this room, in my life.”

Marc’s eyes glistened slightly, touched by the sincerity in Marco’s words. He snuggled closer — if even possible at this point — pressing his face against Marco’s chest, finding comfort in the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“Sometimes I worry,” Marc admitted softly, “that there isn’t enough space for us both. For me to be who I need to be. For you to be with the academy. For us to be together.”

Marco tightened his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Marc’s head. “There is always room for us, amore. You come first, y'know?”

Marc smiled, his worries easing as he felt the warmth and security of Marco’s words. He closed his eyes, savoring the peace of the moment, knowing that as long as they were together, they could face whatever challenges came their way.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden hue as the sun continued its slow descent. The gentle light seemed to wrap around them, creating a cocoon of comfort. Marco’s steady breathing and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat became a soothing lullaby, helping Marc’s mind to drift into a serene state.

Marco, too, felt the weight of the day lift as he held Marc close. He relished the simple, tranquil joy of having Marc in his childhood space, away from the pressures and demands of their lives. His fingers continued to trace slow patterns on Marc’s skin, feeling the tension melt away with each pass.

As the minutes passed, the room grew quieter, the distant sounds from outside fading into a gentle hum. The warmth of Marco’s embrace, combined with the softness of the bed and the comforting familiarity of the room, made it hard for either of them to stay awake. Marc’s breathing became more even, his body relaxing completely as he let go of the day’s stresses.

Marco shifted slightly, adjusting their position so that he could hold Marc more securely. He pressed a tender kiss to Marc’s forehead, his own eyes growing heavy as sleep began to claim him as well. He marveled at how peaceful everything felt, how perfect this moment was.

Within moments, both of them were drifting into sleep. Marc’s head nestled into the crook of Marco’s shoulder, and Marco’s arms wrapped protectively around him. The room, once bustling with the echoes of the stress outside, was now full of stillness and warmth. Full of love.

[myrquez]

so you’re telling me bezz told sky sport that he made a little mistake during the sprint bc he saw that “marc was coming to catch him”. he said that he was trying to focus on martin, but he knew marc was getting closer and closer and then he fucked it up

( “ehi bezz your crush is here act normal” bezz: fall off his bike )

[yaoigovroom]

A couple of scenes from my fic...

[gaslightgirlsummer]

extremely funny to me personally that bezz went from saying marc’s riding style is dirty to calling him maestro and saying he’s learning from him. what goes on in that curly head of yours boy

[sebeztappen]

bez is just really bad at it but hes trying his best

[ray935sworld]

Nothing to see here, just Marco Bezzecchi having a 46 key chain at the car keys

THAT'S A PAPA'S BOY RIGHT THERE

[formulapookie]

I would love some marc/bez and rosquez fic recs if you have time < 3

YEAHHHHHHHH

I love doing thisss

so

marcmarc: I'd definitely check out

@anitalianfrie (on Ao3) it's a oneshot, straight up smut and it's reaaally good, not long but a really good read @yamahussy wrote a three parts fic that got me first into the ship, I loved it a lot, also more psychological smut? idk how to describe it in these terms, it's Marc messing with Bezz's head in a sexual way @yeastinfectionvale and the domestic marcmarc fics they wrote, really cute if you're feeling less like reading smut and more fluff of those two freaks @hotmessmaxpress wrote a fluffy piece about them and also a REALLY GOOD smut which is a threesome between Vale Marc and Bezz @boxboxluckybird and their amazingly cute crow!Bezz fic where EBzz collects and gifts trinkets to the ones he loves, including Marc and Marc...well read it and find out :) fluffy and reallyyyyyyyy cute, a bit angsy because BEzz doesn't believe in himself/is scared of Vale's opinion @vanillow WHAT CAN I SAY EXCEPT PERFECTION MADE FIC AUTHOR her turbulent -> smut, angst, fluff, it has everything you can possibly need or desire, hints to rosquez too, the scars Vale left on Marc and how Bezz tries to heal them somehow and the devil electric (there's a pt.2 too, this one's smut) they are OHHHH SO GOOD she's my personal favourite :) @montemei and their beautiful fic where the academy boys + Vale and Alex find out about Marcmarc is aaaaaaaa amazing it has both fluff and smut, the ending is OH SO GOOD

I would also say my fic but it's on hold for now so if you'd like to check it out be aware it didn't end it's just I've not been in the right mood to continue it

rosquez: oh god it's going to be long 😭

@vanillow ONCE AGAIN SHE'S AMAZING her reconciliation (for now just angst) and amnesia (ANGST AND FLUFF AND EXTERNAL POVS TOO IS AMAZING) AUs are amazingly written, also the cyborg! and the VR46!Marc AUs (still haven't read the last two but I swear I will) @yeastinfectionvale THE GENDERBENT ONE IS MY FAVVVVVV and also love this one fluff right here :) @anitalianfrie and her reconciliation fic that made me smile like a thousand times, it's rosquez reconciliation seen through tumblr eyes @sammyche oooooo not only her asks are amazing and her answers better, she wrote this smutshot here that I personally read like five times already, plus a really good WAG!Marc (seriously check out the asks and her answers you'll get lost into a ton of possibilities) @thesunthemoonthestarstheearth oh god THEIR TALENTTTTTT personal favourite is forever seeking ; forever binding it's angst, DEEP AND CRUEL ANGST but it's worth every tear (you WILL cry) also the fluffy one shot and the smut one :) they wrote other fics and they're all in their bio (I'd want to out them all but it's currently 1.30 am and I've got work tomorrow, but CHECK THEM OUT) @hotmessmaxpress HORROR AU HORROR AU HORROR AU -> angst and fluff, a beautiful introspection into Marc's mind, all of its parts, amazing showstopping spectacular ANDDDD their OnlyFans! AU smut and fluff, really beautiful and the cameo of my flop babies Bezz and Celin @moonshynecybin is a wonder with words, I love her fics, can't find the tags fo rall of them but go check out her blog!! @ray935sworld wrote a cute academy boys de-ageing fic where Vale and MArc are together and act like parents, beautifulll fluff @october3811 also wrote very intersting fics (Iswear I'd tag all of them but I'm tiredddd) @lastlatebraker and all her ficss

once again I surely forgot someone (sorry) I am just tired will cehck tomorrow moring and add those I forgot <33

as before I'd love for you to check out my rosquez fics too, they're all tagged in my pinned post, but no pressure, enjoy those I spoke about above first <333

[bezzplaining]

source: delusion

[scrollonso]

bez saying that he's glad his friends reciprocate his physical affection because he doesn't like when people tense up during hugs

yes i am relating this to marcmarc because affectionate bez who's used to reaping what he sows in terms of physical touch is suddenly having someone tense up and move away from him as if his touch physically hurts them.

as someone who's love language his physical touch (and a marcmarc fanatic) id actually curl into a ball and cry

[myrquez]

damn marc really said yeah the vr46 kids.. pecco and luca such good kids... who the fuck is bezzecchi

“Bagnaia, Bezzecchi, Marini and some others are very close with Rossi. Do you feel any mistrust, given what happened between you and Valentino?” “No. Every rider is different. I have a good, affable relationship with Pecco. And with Luca, also. We know how to separate things between us.”

[hotmessmaxpress]

I LOVE MARCMARC THEY ARE MY FAVORITE BOYS AND I WILL READ ANYTHING ABOUT THEM

this is not based on a real race i'm just soft

Bez finishes the race in P2, and while he's a little disappointed that he couldn't push past Pecco for the win, it's still a great finish and he's out of his mind with joy as he celebrates with Pecco on the podium.

It's only after he carries his trophy back to the garage that he realizes he doesn't know where Marc finishes, and his heart sinks. He checks the data wall, and is stunned to find an M. Marquez DNF. He frowns, some of his excitement dimmed. He knows that Marc will be happy for him, but he feels terrible for his boyfriend.

Bez takes his time with his team. While he is tempted to rush off and see Marc, it's not fair to his mechanics and supporters for him to disappear on them. He knows Marc won't be upset with him for taking his time, and he enjoys spraying prosecco and taking pictures. Uccio gives him a strong hug, and Bez finally takes his trophy and heads off to his trailer.

He expects to shower and then go find Marc, who typically prefers that they both meet in his trailer-- he still is uneasy being in VR46 territory, for obvious reasons. Bez is surprised to find that Marc is lounging on his bed, wearing one of his sweatshirts.

The sight makes his heart swell in his chest, and he stands in the doorway to his room for a few moments, just watching. Marc looks up his phone and grins.

"Marco!" he says happily.

Bez moves toward the bed and leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to Marc's lips. He's in better sprits than he thought he would be.

Marc indulges him for a minute but shoves him off when Bez tries to press his tongue into Marc's mouth.

"Shower first," Marc snickers. "You smell like a pub."

If they were in a hotel Bez would insist on dragging Marc along to his shower, but there's no way they can both fit in his tiny motorhome shower. Instead, Bez rushes through and washes as quickly as possible, mind filled only with getting his arms around Marc.

He towels off in a hurry, then steps into the bedroom with his towel around his waist. Marc is waiting patiently, and he drags his eyes up Bez's body. He snorts as Bez shakes his hair a little, scattering droplets of water toward him.

"You are too much like a puppy dog," Marc says, rolling his eyes. The grin on his face shows that he loves it, however, and Bez pounces on him without bothering to put clothes on. Marc laughs, tilting his head back and opening his mouth wide.

Bez attacks his neck with wet, messy kisses, high on the sound of Marc's giggling. He's so happy with his race result, but also with the joy that he can manage to pull out of Marc. Hearing Marc giggle like this after a DNF because of him is an honour that Bez luxuriates in.

Bez finally pulls back when Marc tugs him by the hair so they're looking each other in the eyes. Marc is on his back, and Bez is propped up on his elbows above him.

"You make me so proud," Marc says.

Bez ducks his head with the intensity in Marc's eyes. He presses a kiss to Marc's neck. Three words bubble up in his throat, and he tries to suppress them. Getting Marc here, comfortable in his arms, is already such a labor of love that Bez is afraid of scaring him off. He worries that those words will break their little pocket of happiness, scaring Marc into fleeing.

Bez treats him like the precious prize he is, and instead gently kisses his face, his neck, his lips.

"I love you," Marc says.

Bez's entire body freezes.

"What?"

"I love you," Marc says, sounding uncharacteristically shy. "I said I love you."

Bez pulls back to stare at him. He sees it shining in Marc's eyes, carved into the lines on his face. He has a sudden urge to pinch himself and see if he's dreaming. He laughs instead, before scrambling to correct himself when he sees something dim in Marc's eyes.

"I love you too," he rushes to say. "I laughed because-- I thought that I wanted to say it but I was afraid. I thought you would want to run away if I said it so I didn't. You must have read my mind."

Marc giggles a little, and Bez is relieved to see the happiness shining in his eyes. He leans down for another kiss, giddy as their smiles press together.

Here, on top of Marc, celebrating a podium... he doesn't know how it could possibly get better.

[gaslightgirlsummer]

bezz using a picture with marc in it. which could mean nothing

[sebeztappen]

that podium w marc really changed his life huh

[yeastinfectionvale]

“why won't you touch my scar?”

Marc lay on his side, a leg between Marco's as they basked in each other's presence. It was one of the rare moments where the pair could be together, hidden away in a small piece of Italy. Marco froze, thumb no longer stroking Marc's cheekbone. He shifted, pulling the blanket higher to cover his bare shoulder.

Marco didn't want to say the real reason. He didn't want to burst the bubble he made for himself, just incase Marc would fly away as soon as it popped. Marc was under his fingertips and if he mentioned Valentino, who knows where he would run off to. They hadn't labelled whatever they had going on, Marc not wanting the pressure while Marco would do anything to be near him. He doesn't want to hurt Marc like he was hurt before.

Marc watched the internal war waging inside Marco's mind. A pang of guilt rushed through him as he smoothed the space between Bez's eyebrows with two fingers. Marco's eyes softened as he clasped Marc's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. Marc smiled as Marco shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Prefer your face I guess." Marc knew he was lying but chose to laugh at Marco's lame excuse for a joke. They'd talk later, fight even but right now the bed was warm and Marco's skin was soft against his.

Bez gently nudged Marc onto his back, hovering over him, nearly straddling his waist. His arms caged Marc's head as he leaned down to press a kiss to the base of Marc's scar. Bez trailed up, nose pressed firmly to scar tissue as he pressed open-mouth kisses up the length of the scar, up his arm and onto his neck, sucking on the tender skin. Marc moaned, arms wrapping around Bez's toned back.

Marco pulled away, flopping onto Marc with a laugh. Marc listened to Bez's laugh, it sounded like windchimes in the spring breeze. He wanted to bottle it up and keep it next to his heart. They lay in comfortable silence, punctuated by a kiss and a laugh. Marco fell asleep listening to Marc's heartbeat thump under his ear as Marc fell asleep to the rise and fall of Bez's chest.

[scrollonso]

you guys are SO SICK AND TWISTED FOR KEEPING THIS FROM ME.

THE PAT ON THE LOWER BACK?

THE HANDSHAKE?

"congrats, MARC." MARC. ITS MARC AND NOT MARQUEZ.. KILL ME NOW WHY DONT YOU.

"CONGRATS TO YOU, AS WELL." SHUT THE FUCK UP.

"OH, SHIT. MARTIN" AND MARCS HEAD TURNED RIGHT AWAY. HE'S FUCKING LISTENING TO BEZ. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

"you overtook me in the first laps" "yes, because behind you the temperature at the front was..." THEYRE FUCKING CONVERSATING. SPEAKING BACK AND FOURTH.

THE. T.H.E. TOUCH. DONT PLAY WITH ME.

"how as your pace at the last turn?" "he did 37.4" STAWP HE WASNT TALKING TO U MARC HEHEEHEEHEHE

"and you?" "no, i was 37.6" THEYRE FUCKING TALKING

[myrquez]

x: “How ugly it is when you got Marquez behind you for three or four laps?”

Bez: “It’s not easy, because he’s a very fast rider, a strong rider, especially when it comes to bagarre he’s very, very strong. But at least when you got him behind you it means you’re doing good! Yeah, it was ugly, but it was even uglier when he overtook me. He was going very strong, especially towards the end, and… well, nice! I was able to learn from him, looking at him a bit closely, and… it will be useful in the future!”