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ray935sworld · 3 months ago

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Please I'm so sorry for Alex like he got Marc in his team and now Gresini is Marc's team he'never be able to escape Marc's shadow😭

Don't mind me. So... On gresinis insta you can see that Marc's folder has 48 pictures and started at the end of November while Alex ones starts in August 2023 and contains currently 38 pictures.

Now to the Gresini poster which seems to have started at the end of 2023, so I don't know if they got a new admin but anyway

First off we have the one from 27.11.2023 which was the first time Marc Marquez was on a ducati, during winter the Valencia official testing:

He is the goat and they are using that. Of course they do. But still, Alex is their only currently present rider so their winter season picture is him

Then christmas came around and they focus on Nadia and them as a team, so both are shown as their bike presentations came up. Both are shown in the same pose

Now next thing was Marc's birthday. They portrait him as the joker, the badass antagonist that's known for his smile (respect at the PR dude for realizing the similarities btw)

Then a few months later... This was Alex birthday post... A teaser that he's not single anymore... Like... FOR REAL?! His brother gets compared to one of the well known, most badass villains in comic history and for him you spoil that he's not single anymore... I'll let you have your own thoughts for that one.

So Marc gets the badass villain and Alex isn't single... Okay. Great.

Then the poster for each race started.

The first one definitely decided how much they'd milk Marc for their pr.

Marc. The goat. Again. The new hope. And I don't think I have to remind you that they literally brought A REAL GOAT. A REAL ANIMAL. TO SHOW THAT THEY HAVE THE GOAT NOW.

So here are all poster that only include Marc:

(but the 93 times was in honor of his 93th pole so that migh not count)

Those are the Alex solo posters where one is his contract annoucement and the other one was ahead of the european elections...

So while Marc got 5 cool poster based on epic movies, he got 2 that made to be are funny and aren't even race week related.

And those are the ones were both are included

And the one were none of them was the focus

Furthermore I'd like to point those sgnificant PR-moments out. In Gresini's 1000th GP, Marc was the one holding the flag on the podium. And the team made him a P4 trophy which was honestly adorable, but I don't think Alex ever got one.

Another thing are his dances. Gresini even pulled a competition who could do it best to win GP tickets

And while I haven't counted the posts, I'd say one look on Insta is enough to see that Marc is their current PR face. Most posts are about him.

And that's okay.

Marc is an 8 times world champion. He is the one everyone is watching and talking about. He is the cente rof attention and as team, Gresini is selling him as excactly that. So they post about him and pull the focus on him.

Sure he is also the one bringing in the results. He is the on the podium and getting the points, while my favorite 2 times world champion has so far only 1. And as much as I love Alex, he just isn't as sellable as Marc

Which leads to a very intresting question...

How will Ducati corsa, which is currently only using Pecco, their golden world champion boy, deal with him? On one side you have an at least 3 times champion, maybe even 4 times and potentially the current one. But you also have Marc Marquez who has one of the largest fanbases with an "where you go, I go" mentality. And after all, the PR people, CEOs and however they are called, they only want to sell their bikes and merch and make money.

So... who will be the focus?

And what if Marc wins the 2025 title? What about Pecco in 2026 or afterwards? How long can a team based on them actually keep going?

#so basically marc is the pr princess and alex is just there #we love alex in this house okay #this is just an unneccessary analyses cause i wanted to #motogp #marc marquez #alex marquez #character study #somehow #i guess #hi anon #sorry that got slightly longer than expected

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winterisol · 4 months ago

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Motogp riders as greek/roman gods pt.1

so like this idea has been sitting in my head for roughly a week, what greek/roman gods would my favorite motorsport athletes would be. So for now I compiled the aliens and VR46 Academy riders for motogp. (Sorry for any mistakes this was typed at like 2 AM after finals)

Marc Marquez: Ares

This just makes so much sense to me, because if you watch any instance of Marc racing he is literally the definition of "war-mode." He is extremely aggressive, ballsy, and sometimes (most of the time) crosses the line. In this way he embodies the well known image of Ares, a god known for his impulsive actions, rage and well the "dirty" parts of war. However, the reason why I chose Ares for Marc is actually the fact that Ares is extremely loyal, loving and honestly more wholesome than popular media gives him credit. Like his loyalty and love for those he cares about extends deep with one of my favorite myths being the time Ares killed a son of Posidieon for violating his daughter. I feel like this loyalty and love is a key part of Marc, the man who insists on living with his younger brother at the ripe age of 31. Anyway yeah, for Marc its kinda the negative social conditions associated with him, and his division between his competitive racing side and his personal side which made Ares so compelling.

Valentino Rossi: Apollo

This was actually one I debated about for a while, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense. I think the most obvious reason for Vale to be Apollo is his presence, like even through the camera there is something about Vale that just draws people in. He literally feels like he has the gravitational force of the Sun. I also think this is a good match because, kinda like marc with Ares, Vale is like Apollo in that no matter what he is like the cool popular guy. When reading old Greek myths, Apollo is always portrayed as this good, strong, cool guy, even though his actions are often the opposite. Like Apollo commits so many atrocities and in some ways is worse then Ares, yet he is constantly absolved of these wrongdoings. The Illiad is a great example, where while Ares is bashed for his wrongdoings, Apollo literally kills Patroclus with little to no consequences other than Achilles bitching about him. In this way Vale also fits, because lets be honest, even as a big fan of Vale, he in many instances was not much better than marc. Especially young Vale, who kinda like marc made risky moves because for him it was always a win or nothing. I also like this pairing cause, like Vale, Apollo can hold grudges and make people's lives living hell.

Pecco Bagnaia: Hephaestus

This is another one that took a bit of thinking, but yeah other than his pretty boy image, I think this one is spot on. So the first obvious reason is that if Marc is Ares, the heir apparent to Olympus, Pecco is definitely Hephaestus, the scorned younger brother who is never seen as good enough, despite being chosen by his parents (in this case Vale). Like, Pecco is the chosen one for Vale, but to the media and basically everyone else who isn't VR46 academy, Marc is seen as the rightful successor to Vale's legacy. I think this also plays in nicely with how Pecco is often regarded, underrated, unmentioned and sometimes not given the respect he deserves as a two-time motogp champion already. Like, Pecco has so much talent that often sits ignored in favor of his more flashy senior, just like how Hephaestus is in Olympus. I think his low-key personality, but sometimes explosive anger which can manifest in irritational actions or cunning traps also matches Hephaestus well. Like Jorge Martins, literally said that Pecco is most likely to play mindgames, instead of the obvious Marc. Pecco has also seen to sometimes overreact, like that one time in qualifying with Marc (also ironically fits into the Ares V. Hephaestus narrative as well).

I have more but like I'm losing motivation to explain it so maybe I'll make a part two tomorrow or something

#marc marquez #valentino rossi #pecco bagnaia #motogp #I am a huge greek myth nerd #I love the idea of a demigod au #but I have zero motivation to write and am currently being screamed at to update my other fics #motogp demigods au #sol's writing

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flyingfabio · 6 months ago

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Why have you had Pecco tag blocked? Did he pull the same media shit with Fabio? I am new just 2 months here

hello anon and welcome! ok so this is gonna be long because i want to explain and avoid people taking it the wrong way. first i have to admit it's been a long time and i don't remember exactly what event promoted me to block pecco's tag but it was probably not long after his dui in 2022. believe it or not, it had nothing to do with what pecco could have said about fabio, because i think pecco appreciates and respects him a lot and i don't remember pecco saying anything bad about fabio (in the media at least lol).

so. i think i already spoke about it but pecco has a habit of saying things that come out as ignorant or as things a '''spoiled brat''' would say. like him and jack miller moaning about not being 'test riders' to ducati, while as a factory rider you know you have to lead developmental work and while ducati was already delegating a lot of the work to the satellite teams anyway (pramac mostly). his reponse after his dui that was half-assed and that he deleted from his socials two days after. often not taking full responsibility for his many crashes etc.

pecco is also guilty (and it's not his fault tbf) of being ducati's number one rider and by this point i think y'all know my griefs with ducati. i don't want to go into details, but it's how they manage riders and the whole way they operate that piss me off. as an example, the way they dealt with pecco's dui really rubbed me off the wrong way. basically they tried with their life to brush it off under the rug, they sent threats to a journalist on whatsapp and eventually blacklisted him from ducati events for a year after he asked about this incident in the press conference because yaknow... why should a championship contender in one of the most famous motorsports being convicted for dui be a big deal right?? also in 2022 when fabio was fighting for his life alone on his shitty yamaha, ducati sending half-veiled orders to his satellite teams to basically not race pecco didn't go well with me obviously. and it's not like it's only assumptions, zarco admitted it on tv and the way some of the ducati management looked at enea who didn't give a shit about orders and raced pecco anyway made it obvious. can you believe people were discussing the possibility of ducati riders letting pecco pass if he was lower than 7th or something and fabio was leading in the gp of the title decider to prevent fabio from winning the championship? people nowadays might not find ducati having 8 bikes that bad because they're all fighting each other but not so long ago the fight included another manufacturer and you might wonder if this situation isn't an open door for manipulations we don't want to see ever in our sport...

AND it was a period around here (the tumblrina palace) when SOME pecco fans were mmh... extreme and unsufferable to say the least. and like i know i'm a fabio extremist and i know i can piss people off (sometimes i'm annoying myself lol), but i don't go and publish fucking tumblr polls about '''whom from my most behated motorsports men should be guillotined''' with marc and fabio (obviously) listed as choices... you could understand how i didn't want to ever see this on my dash (never felt better than after blocking that person). also generally their attitude of 'pecco never does anything wrong' when he DOES do wrong is tiring at some point...

#like i'm sorry but throwing your citroen c4 in a ditch because you're drunk IS wrong 😭#anyways #throwing my two cents as an aspiring veteran of motogpblr.....#motogp #yeah i'm putting this in the tag because there are a lot of new people here and a bit of context doesn't hurt #*ask #anon

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hotmessmaxpress · 9 months ago

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Back at it again with more of my a/b/o rosquez au except this time it’s Bezz having a meltdown about Vale suddenly being mated to his Sworn Enemy (he cries a lot). I am not fully satisfied with this but who cares!!! I’m having fun

Bezz sits in his chair, glaring in the direction of Marc and Vale standing underneath the garage. They're both in dirty leathers, having just finished up a practice run together. Cele stands nearby, looking at the two of them with heart eyes as he listens to whatever it is they're both saying.

It can't be that interesting, Bezz thinks bitterly.

Luca, next to him, nudges his arm.

"You're going to have to get used to it, Bezz," he says.

Bezz huffs.

He shouldn't have to get used to anything.

He turns and gives Luca the wide-eyed, sad look that he knows makes him feel guilty. He adds a whine for extra manipulation, and Luca sighs and wraps an arm around him.

"He still loves you," Luca assures.

"I know that," Bezz hisses. "He just loves him more."

Luca tugs Bezz by the hair until he tilts his head and allows Luca to scent him.

"Are the rest of us not good enough anymore?"

Bezz knows Luca is using his own manipulation tactic, but he doesn't even try to fight it. His instincts tell him to reassure the alpha and there's no point resisting.

He turns and scents Luca.

"Shut up. The problem is that I need all my alphas."

Luca rumbles, thinking of the last time Bezz had all his alphas at once.

"We should do that again soon," he suggests.

Bezz bites him hard on the meat of his shoulder as punishment and Luca yelps.

"Fine, fine. Talk to Vale, though, if Marc's presence is bothering you so much. Marc might be his mate but you're still his pack. You shouldn’t be unhappy.”

Luca would never want to cross Vale, but Bezz can hear the alpha protection in his voice– Luca would go up against Vale if he thought he wasn't respecting their pack omega.

Bezz huffs again.

"I don't want to talk to him. He knows that I hate Marc. I shouldn’t have to tell him that."

Luca rubs his shoulder.

"Still. Try to talk to him. Glaring and pouting isn't accomplishing anything."

Luca gets up to get back on the track, and he holds his hand out for Bezz, but he doesn't take it. He doesn't feel like getting back on track, especially as he sees Marc and Vale both put their helmets back on.

Instead, Bezz waits until Marc and Vale have pulled back out of the garage and he makes his way to the locker room, stripping out of his dirty leathers and showering off. He snags Pecco's hoodie from his bag and tugs it on over his wet hair.

He steps back out of the locker room and sits in one of the folding chairs, weighing his options. He knows Vale will be mildly annoyed that he abandoned the practice early; he can stay and wait for everyone to finish and then claim he didn't feel well (not entirely untrue, after watching him with Marc) or he could just leave, which is what he wants to do. Leaving will make Vale’s annoyance worse, though.

The problem with going home is also that he has more days of practice in Tavullia and can't drive back to Rimini yet. He is staying with Vale and the rest of the pack, and if he goes back to Vale's he knows he'll just be greeted with the smell of Marc.

He pulls Pecco's hood over his damp curls and pouts. He wants to go home, but not even home. He just wants his home in Tavullia to go back to normal, without the stupid tiny Spanish omega.

It's not just Vale he'll be disappointing if he leaves, though. He may not be Vale's only omega anymore– a thought that pulls an audible whine from his lungs– but he still has the rest of his pack to worry about. Picturing the look on Cele's face when he realizes Bezz left is enough to keep him in his chair.

He waits patiently for the pack to finish their training so they can debrief and go back to Vale's. Then he'll retreat to his room and make a nest. If he's nesting Marc will leave him alone, and if Marc leaves him alone that means Vale will as well, and no one will be able to force him to talk to either one of them.

Bezz briefly wonders if he's going into heat, but his mental calculations tell him he's still a few weeks away. His anger isn't hormonal– he just really hates Marc.

He stays bundled up in Pecco's hoodie until the roar of the others leaving the track becomes loud enough for him to reach up and cover his ears. The guys steadily pull into the garage and leave their bikes, and each pack member checks on him as they pass.

Vale presses his lips to Bezz's forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Bezz means to respond, but Marc takes a step too close from where he's standing behind Vale, and Bezz growls. Vale recoils back, and Marc flinches.

"Bezz!" Luca booms, and Bezz tries to hide himself further in his hoodie. Luca is standing in the open locker room doorway, and Franky peeks out from behind him.

"That's enough," Luca says sternly, and Bezz is stunned to realize that he’s frozen in place. Luca’s strong alpha voice, which Bezz had never heard before, echoes in his ears.

Bezz looks between Luca, Vale, and Marc. There's a long pause before Vale turns away from him to comfort Marc.

A whine tears itself from his chest, and he jumps up, shoving past Luca to get to his car. Luca reaches for him but Bezz is too upset to stop. His instincts are screaming for him to flee from the distressing situation– even if he did essentially cause it– and he is powerless to resist.

His mind goes wild, and he can’t stop the thoughts about being abandoned by his alpha, or disappointing his pack, or being unimportant. He spirals himself into a worse and worse panic as he flees.

He drives entirely too fast down the road away from the ranch, thankful that the drive to Vale's is short. He makes it home in record time, and manages to grab a pillow from Luca's room, a blanket from Cele's room as well as one from Franky’s, and another shirt from Pecco's room before anyone else follows him. He desperately wants something from his pack alpha, but he knows that if he goes into Vale's room all he will smell is Marc.

He shuts himself in his room and throws a nest together. It's not perfect because he's too flustered and distressed to make it carefully, but the imperfection of it distresses him further.

He's buried under blankets, trying to breathe, when his door opens, and he smells Cele enter.

"Bezz?" he asks cautiously.

Bezz is thankful that they sent him the pack member least likely to be stern with him.

He extends an arm from the nest, inviting Cele in.

Cele curls around him easily, and Bezz burrows up against him. It's only now that he realizes his face is wet and his breathing is still too fast.

Cele soothes him with gentle petting and rumbling, and Bezz is eventually able to relax fully against him.

"Is Vale mad?" he asks quietly.

"He's not… he's not mad."

"But I'm in trouble," Bezz states.

"More with Luca than with Vale, actually," Cele says. "Luca is mad."

Bezz whines.

"It will be okay! Pecco isn't mad, and neither am I."

"Where is he?" Bezz asks, hoping Pecco will join them and he’ll have another alpha on his side.

Cele snorts. "We aren't picking sides."

Bezz huffs, annoyed that Cele read his mind. He closes his eyes, hoping that Cele's presence at least means no one is expecting him to get up and face Vale any time soon.

He doesn't think he can bear to look at him at this point. He's angry, still, that Vale decided to let Marc to hang around with them all the time. It's not fair to force Bezz to accept Marc into their pack.

He's also embarrassed now, at the fact that he growled at his pack alpha's mate. Vale has every right to be angry at him for not respecting his mate. He has every right to put Bezz in his place.

Bezz's level of distress rises once again. He doesn’t usually concern himself with being a ‘good omega’, but he can’t fight the physiological reaction he’s having. His instincts are crying out for him to go grovel to his pack leader.

There's a knock on the door, and after a moment the door opens. Bezz refuses to move from where he's tucked against Cele.

"Bezz," Pecco says from the doorway.

Bezz can count on one hand the number of times he's heard Pecco come so close to using an alpha voice, and it distresses him so much that he wants to crawl on the floor.

"Come here," Pecco says, more gently this time.

Bezz throws the blankets off and clambers out of the nest to throw himself against Pecco.

Pecco allows Bezz to scent him, which relaxes him marginally.

"Luca said he tried to get you to talk to Vale and instead you pouted in a corner and growled at Marc."

When he phrases it that way, it sounds stupid.

"He was too close!" Bezz protests, shoving himself away from Pecco and taking several steps back, wrapping his arms around himself. "It's not fair. I was the pack omega, and Vale hated Marc. Then all of a sudden they're mated and I have to accept Marc into the pack and now Vale has an omega and doesn't need me anymore," he hisses.

"This is why Luca told you to talk to Vale," Pecco says patiently.

Bezz growls, but it doesn't have nearly the effect on Pecco that it did on Marc and Vale at the ranch. Pecco merely raises his eyebrows.

"Don't make me put you in your place before Vale gets a chance to."

Cele snorts from where he's still perched on the edge of Bezz's nest.

"You're both supposed to be my pack," Bezz argues. "You're supposed to be my friends."

"We are," Cele says gently. "That's why we need you to talk to Vale. We're all pack. When you aren't getting along with Vale it affects the rest of us."

Bezz huffs.

"I don't want to talk to him with Marc around."

"Too bad," Pecco says mildly. "You need to apologize to Vale and to Marc. Marc is his mate, whether you like it or not."

Pecco may as well have hit him, with the way he flinches back.

"You're just making it worse," Cele adds.

"Will you come with me?" Bezz asks.

"We'll walk you downstairs. I think Vale wants to talk privately."

"Not fair," Bezz whines. "He's allowed to have his omega but I'm not allowed to have my alphas?"

"He is your alpha, Bezz."

Bezz opens his mouth to argue but he can't. To claim Vale isn't his alpha would mean removing himself from the VR46 pack, and the thought of that is too painful to entertain. He whines.

"Come on. You're delaying the inevitable."

Vale and Marc are seated on the large couch in the living room, and Luca is sitting on one of the chairs.

Bezz doesn't make eye contact with anyone as he slinks into the room. Luca stands up and moves toward Cele and Pecco to give the other three privacy.

"Luca," Bezz whines, before Luca makes it out of the room. He holds his arms out, eyes still downcast. Luca takes pity on him and wraps him up in a hug. He doesn't smell angry, and Bezz relaxes slightly at the knowledge that Luca still loves him.

Once Luca, Pecco, and Cele have left the room, Bezz waits patiently with his eyes on the floor and his hands in his pockets.

He can smell Vale, but as always now, Vale's scent is mixed with Marc's. It grates on his nerves.

"Marco," Vale says. Bezz whines.

Vale huffs.

"You need to apologize."

It's not quite a command and it's not in his alpha voice. Bezz doesn't have to do it. He grits his teeth.

"No," he whines. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" Marc asks.

Bezz raises his eyes to meet Marc's and he growls. Marc doesn't react this time, but Vale does.

"Marco!"

Bezz recoils and looks back at the ground. He bares his neck instinctually and tries to get his breathing under control.

"That!" Bezz protests. He can feel the tears coming on and he tries to swallow them. "You never use that voice with me. Never. Three months ago you would've killed the others for using an alpha voice with me but now it's like it doesn't matter. You've got your own omega now and I'm an afterthought. You don't think about me or care about me, I'm just here. All it took was some stupid bond with Marc and now I don't matter to you!"

His shoulders shake as he starts to cry. He hears Vale rise from the couch and he flinches, taking a step backward.

All he wants is for Vale to touch him and hold him but the idea of letting himself be touched by his pack alpha right now is excruciating. He holds a hand up to his mouth to muffle a sob.

"Marco," Vale says softly.

The tone shift makes Bezz want to throw himself into Vale's arms and grovel. He stays put until Vale reaches him.

Vale grabs him by the back of the neck and gives him a rough shake. Then he guides Buzz's face against his neck. It's been what feels like an eternity since he got to smell Vale's scent like this, up close, without Marc's scent lingering.

Bezz whimpers and brings his arms up to wrap them around Vale's back.

"I hate him."

Vale responds with a warning growl, and Bezz clings harder to him.

"He is my mate," Vale says with finality. "But you are still our pack omega, Bezz."

He rubs a hand up Bezz's neck.

"It doesn't feel like it," Bezz whimpers.

"Then I have to apologize," Vale says. "I haven't been taking good care of my pack, if that is how you feel."

Well that digs a knife of guilt in between Bezz's ribs.

"I am sorry, Marco."

That breaks him. Bezz sobs, gripping the back of Vale's shirt.

"I'm sorry," he sobs. "I'm sorry, Vale. I'm sorry I growled at your- your mate. I'm sorry I've been a bad omega."

"Shhh," Vale says gently. "You aren't a bad omega, Bezz. You just need to apologize to Marc."

Bezz lifts his head from Vale's neck, and looks at Marc. With Vale pressed so close to him, the urge he usually has to growl at Marc is quelled.

He feels like he's going to vomit.

"I'm sorry, Marc," he manages to grit out. "I'm sorry for not welcoming you into our pack."

Unfortunately for Bezz, Marc beams at him. His smile is huge.

"Of course I forgive you, Marco," Marc says gently.

Bezz turns his head and buries it into Vale's neck.

He hears Marc get up off the couch, and smells as he comes closer.

"Can I hug you?"

Bezz raises his head and makes eye contact with Marc. He releases one arm from Vale and extends it tentatively to Marc, who throws himself at the two of them. It makes Bezz laugh despite himself. Marc tilts his head and Bezz instinctually tucks his nose closer to scent his pack alpha's mate.

It's the first time he's ever been this close to Marc in his life.

Marc purrs and it sets off some sort of satisfaction in Bezz's chest, who purrs in return.

Vale chuckles.

"Now do you understand? You're still our omega, Bezz."

Bezz pulls away and huffs.

"Just don't stop giving me attention," he says, looking up at Vale with wide eyes.

"Never," Vale says, pressing a kiss between his eyebrows.

The rest of the pack must have been listening in the hall because they file in, and Bezz lets go of Vale and Marc to throw himself at Luca.

"I'm sorry," he says, muffled against Luca's chest.

"Aww, you've really put him back in his place," Luca says.

He yelps as Bezz chomps down on his bicep.

When Marc giggles behind him, it doesn't grate on his nerves. He can smell how happy Vale is, and a happy Vale means a happy pack.

Bez isn't sure if he will ever totally adjust to Marc's presence, but he has to admit that it feels better than it has before.

(A/n: Bezz is a fucking biter, guys, I’m telling you. Omega Bezz in my head is equal parts pillow princess and feral raccoon. Also Luca is the only one with any common sense because he is the son of a psychologist, a fact that haunts me.)

#don’t ask me how any of this works #I should make a post explaining how the pack dynamic works in my head #too busy thinking about bezz #rosquez a/b/o au

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myrquez · 6 months ago

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i have MANY thoughts about marcs relationship with pecco versus his relationship with bezz (compelling in different ways!)

with pecco you can tell he’s naturally more closed off, and marc seems like he’s coaxing pecco out of his shell with him slowly! like very on pecco’s terms, very aware that how he acts affects pecco’s feelings on him a lot

compared to with bezz, who’s feelings on marc were kinda set already, and marc seems aware that if bezz is going to change his opinion on marc it has to come out of his own choice/own brain, he is NAWT going to be coaxed out! so he lets bezz make his decisions before starting to engage with him when he made clear that he’d changed his mind about marc

marc’s super media aware so that Could be playing into it, but i think marc is just good at reading people and has been pretty thoughtful about pecco and bezz because of their very close proximity to vale, and therefore more difficult to manage interpersonal relationships. the more i think about it the more i appreciate marc’s maturity, and just general sweetness despite everything

THIS! exactly this anon! thank you <3

i often joked about the fact that marc probably doesn’t even know bez full government name, bc you can tell how he acts around him. is he gentle and absolutely nice in every case? yes, but nothing more than that. if bez speaks to him, or greets him even, that’s totally okay. but he will NOT start any conv whatsoever. no sign of acknowledgment. ofc he’d be happy if he saw bez being nice to him a bit more day by day but it’s not something that he’s actually searching for. (i still think the fight they had last year is something that its not really easy to brush off… for marc, at least, def not)

that’s why marcmarc to me is HEAVILY on bez’s side. i think he has to be the one taking the first steps ofc.

with pecco is Sooo different, bc you can tell how marc always goes and try to chat with him a bit!, ever since the testing days. he knows pecco has always been the “moderate” one, at least compared to bez. i think he also came to respect him as a rider, eventually, and as he was entering ducati’s ranks ofc pecco had to be his reference if he wanted to be the absolute best. they both love going for some psychological warfare, something that marc is a master at, and pecco just learnt from the best during his academy days. their battles on track are the funniest and most entertaining thing for marc. and vale’s shadow is still THERE nevertheless. just a bunch of things that get mixed together, and that really does enhance their lore!!

ofc, this could also somehow help marc’s position for next year, as pecco wants the atmosphere at ducati to not get ruined. so, idk anon, there are sooo many layers playing a hand in their relationship!! very. VERY compelling

#marcmarc #myr speaks #pecco #bez #marc <3 #marcnaia 🤠

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coimbrabertone · 6 months ago

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Motorsports Christmas: An After-Action Report.

May 26th, 2024 was one of the biggest days in motorsports, and it was freaking exhausting in the best ways possible.

So, everybody knows that the Monaco Grand Prix and the Indianapolis 500 are on the same day, well, the Charlotte 600 is on that day too, making for the triple. This year, the Catalan Motorcycle Grand Prix also fell on that weekend, so there was a quadruple of racing, and I was ready to watch it all.

I woke up around 5:30am - the joys of the Mountain Time zone - in time to watch MotoGP at 6am. Aleix Espargaro took pole on the factory Aprilia and Raul Fernandez on the Trackhouse Aprilia satellite bike lined up third, but it was Pecco Bagnaia in second that turned into the protagonist of the race. Bagnaia held off the likes of Jorge Martin, Marc Marquez, and Aleix Espargaro behind to take a calculated victory.

I was happy for Bagnaia, however, with Jorge Martin in second having a dominant championship lead, it did sort of feel like a pyrrhic victory. Bagnaia gives this controlled, smart victory ride but it doesn't really matter since he only scored five more points over his main championship rival. Add in the fact that Marc Marquez, who is toe-to-toe with Bagnaia in the fight for second, finished third. This means that Bagnaia leaves the Catalan Grand Prix 39 points behind Martin and just 2 ahead of Marquez.

That's not even the worst part.

Enea Bastianini - the rider I support - kinda had a meltdown this race. First, he starts eleventh, loses places off the start, and then got pushed off at turn one by Alex Marquez. Enea cuts the track to rejoin, receives a long lap penalty, refuses to serve it. He then gets gets pushed off again in a second attempt. Enea receives a double long-lap penalty for failing to serve the penalty, serves one but not the other, and then gets a thirty second penalty post race.

In his interviews, he called it a protest against unfair stewarding decisions.

On track, it led to him finishing eighteenth and out of the points.

This is particularly devastating as Jorge Martin and Marc Marquez - the guys in second and third - are fighting to take his seat for 2025. I already did a blogpost about this a few weeks ago and I have a lot to get to today, so I'll keep this brief, but yesterday was not a good day for Enea Bastianini.

The Monaco Grand Prix also happened. Swiftly moving on...

Joking. I'm joking. Monaco was actually pretty good this year. The Ferraris and McLarens qualified 1-3 and 2-4, respectively, so we got a fight between them rather than Red Bull dominance. Unfortunately, they decided to fight by going as slow as possible to prevent anyone else from pitting once they all got a free change of tyres under red following a scary first lap incident between Sergio Perez and the two Haas cars.

Still, it was a fight between Ferrari and McLaren and the top seven all put a lap on eighth place. That was as vintage F1 as you could get. It was also at vintage speeds with them running around four seconds off the pace, but hey, strategy shenanigans are fun.

Charles Leclerc won and proceeded to drop the Monegasque flag in front of the Prince of Monaco, twice. That is objectively funny and probably my favorite F1 moment of the weekend.

So, the Indianapolis 500.

Normally it would start shortly after Monaco, however, a rain front in Indianapolis delayed the 500 into the afternoon. This would wreck Kyle Larson's attempt to do the full 1100 mile double at Indy and Charlotte - more on that later - but it did actually lead to some great moments for me personally. Spending the hours in discords with other motorsports fans talking about when the rain might stop, when the track might dry out, when the race should start, whether Larson would stay or go...it all gave a very wholesome, community feel that I really enjoyed.

Then the race itself. It was amazing.

The clouds cleared, we got a partly cloudy afternoon with filled grandstands and a full 500-mile race around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. We got a little bit of everything. Crashes (where thankfully nobody was hurt), engine failures, competing fuel strategies, sixteen different leaders - that's half the field! - and a last lap, penultimate corner pass for the win.

Now, I'm an Arrow McLaren fan. Alexander Rossi was a driver who I followed in F1 because I was excited at the prospect of seeing the first American driver in a decade. Rossi's F1 hopes with Marussia didn't work out, but he went on to Indycar and won the Indy 500 in his first attempt. Between the peak Andretti years where he had the knife between his teeth bringing the fight to the likes of Josef Newgarden and Scott Dixon, to now, where he's in that beautiful #7 white and orange McLaren, bringing the fight to the likes of...Josef Newgarden and Scott Dixon.

Then there's Pato O'Ward, the exciting, young, charismatic Mexican charger in the #5, driving an awesome orange and black car. It's perfect, he and Rossi have night and day cars, and they were slingshot passing each other in the Indianapolis 500 to save fuel. That was the happiest I was during the race, watching my two favorite Indycar drivers in my favorite team leading 1-2.

Then Alexander Rossi made his final pitstop for fuel.

They were racing to keep track position, so they fueled him just a bit short, and I fear that ultimately decided the course of the race.

Josef Newgarden cycled out in front at the end of the fuel cycle, Alexander Rossi attacked first, got in front, but immediately got overtaken again as he had to save a bit of fuel. Rossi would try again, but Newgarden would nose ahead, as would Pato O'Ward.

Pato O'Ward was a student of the Indy 500, so he knew he had to make the pass as late as possible to ensure that Josef Newgarden wouldn't be able to respond. Pato would lift in turn one on a number of final laps to stay second and keep the draft, before finally making the attack in turn one on the final lap...only for Josef Newgarden to come back at him in turn three.

There was nothing Pato could've done at that point.

Josef made the pass in turn three, got a good exit off turn four, and Pato didn't get enough of a draft to the finish line in order to stop him. Pato was rightfully devastated, Rossi ended up in fourth, behind the lead two in addition to third placed Scott Dixon, as a result of his fuel strategy.

It was utterly devastating.

But that's motorsport. The days that you lose are what make the days that you win more meaningful. The Indianapolis 500 happened in its entirety despite all the rain and the worries. Not only that, but NBC is saying that the preliminary ratings look to be over 5 million viewers for the race. A last lap pass, a back-to-back winner, and a ratings bump over last year. As much as I wish Pato or Rossi could've won that race, I've spent the last day making my peace with it. For now, I'll just be happy that Indycar as a sport snatched a victory from the jaws of defeat.

Then there was the Coke 600 at Charlotte.

I tuned in late thanks to the late Indianapolis 500, and I was pretty emotionally drained at this point, but a charge from Brad Keselowski at the end of the second stage got me motivated again. Brad Keselowski, the owner-driver of the #6 for the team I support in NASCAR - Roush Fenway Keselowski Racing, also known as RFK Racing - pushed his way up the field. He moved into second, and he was hunting down the leader, Christopher Bell.

I began to believe that, after a 1,113-day winless streak, Brad Keselowski would win two races in three weeks.

Unfortunately, as soon as he caught up to the back of Bell, it started raining.

To add insult to injury, Kyle Larson, who had run the Indianapolis 500 earlier that day and completed all 500 miles, finishing 18th after a pitlane speeding penalty, had just arrived at Charlotte. He was about to take over the #5 from replacement driver Justin Allgaier, only he never got the chance.

At this point, I was emotionally drained after three and a half races, so at around 8:45pm, I fully embraced my grandmother era and went to bed.

That wound up being the right decision, because despite waiting out the rain and attempting to dry the track, NASCAR would end up calling the race anyway when they hit the end of Fox's TV window. Christopher Bell would win the race, Brad Keselowski would have to settle for second.

I quite literally missed nothing by going to bed when I did.

So, I sorta got the result I wanted at Catalunya, a full-on positive result at Monaco, and narrowly had my picks finish second at both Indianapolis and Charlotte.

In the grand scheme of things, that's not a bad Motorsports Christmas.

And on June 14th and 15th, we have Motorsports New Years with the 24 Hours of Le Mans, so the Racing Holidays aren't quite over.

#motorsports #racing #indycar #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #indy 500 #motogp #nascar cup #penske #ferrari #charles leclerc #josef newgarden #pecco bagnaia #christopher bell

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a very much plausible scenario played out in my head, where acosta and works ktm are a potent mix contending for a title, and pecco would usually have his terrible season start with marc asserting himself as primary rider to fight acosta. that would, perhaps, mean ducati will team order their reigning world champion pecco. it would be preferable for ktm to still not quite be there and prepared to take on the challenge, as i’d like to see how marc and pecco match up when they have only the two of them to worry about, but, hey, i’ll take what the season will give me!

the thing about ducati and team orders, right, is that usually they have five existential crises and try to powerfully hint to riders that they would like them to team order themselves and then have another existential crisis or twelve and are so terrified of the whole thing becoming a discourse point that... they're actually really bad at issuing them. like, yes, in an ideal world they'd like everyone to back their preferred challenger, but in reality it was usually up to the individual riders in both 2017 and 2022 whether they played ball. there were definitely late 2022 races where ducati riders caused pecco some real trouble, and the ones who most clearly made way for him on-track were ones who actually wanted him to win the title (aka his fellow academy riders). in 2017, they tried team orders in three races, and it didn't really do much to help dovi in a single one of those. the great thing about team orders is that you can just... ignore them. also, and this part is key - they only really happen late in the season. pecco has been through some very crazy championship fights by this point and he won't believe he's out of it until he's mathematically out of it. so, yeah, this would really only be relevant at the end of the year

quite honestly, even if this scneario does pan out and you get marc taking on acosta for the title, I really struggle to see a world in which pecco helps out marc's championship bid. I mean, you'd have to have a close title fight at the end of the season between those two (or indeed marquez v martin), and if marc's so clear of pecco on that ducati then I kind of doubt it's going to come to that. also, ducati will do obscene amounts of hand wringing before they come close to issuing an explicit public-ish instruction to pecco beyond 'try not to crash into your teammate'. and even if it did come to that... I think at most pecco does a lorenzo and plays lip service to the idea that under very specific circumstances he'd help marc, but they're specific enough that they just won't happen. and even if they did, he wouldn't help marc anyway lol. it'd be funny if you got to a situation where ducati does feel they need to ask him but. yeah. no. pecco's not doing it

#one thing i've always liked about pecco is that you wouldn't necessarily think it but he does in fact have a spine #getting ducati to apologise to HIM at the start of 2022 still one of the funniest things any rider has done recently. like that's *ducati*#and it was after he crashed out both himself and another ducati rider too. crazy grift gotta respect it #no way is that girl following team orders. feel free to screenshot this in fifteen months and mock me #//#batsplat responds #brr brr #my thing with pecco (i have a lot of things) is i do always believe he can get better. no guarantee we've seen the best version of him #quite frankly i did think he would get his act together THIS year and his early season was... well. you know #a bit of his brain calculates the absolute maximum depth of hole he can dig himself into before it becomes impossible to dig himself out #and he goes *just* shy of that. but i do think it's plausible marc on the other side of the garage makes him sharpen his game #now he might just get decisively beaten flat out anyway!! or he could do the thing again and throw his brain out every third race #and i wouldn't be at all surprised if pedro is a serious championship challenger next year btw #it's more that i think that'd be in the context of a slightly more open and chaotic championship idk #maybe pecco/marc could make a tradition of the portimao crashes to keep the title fight open #current tag

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verdemint · 2 months ago

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sooooo this is the translation for the icon interview with Pecco and a bit of Enea + (my little notes) (for @vr46ridersacademyofficial and whoever wants to read about pecco being a neurotic bestie and a "true rock" nerd)

Genius and moderation: Francesco Bagnaia’s winning qualities. He’s the champion who says about himself that he’s shy (and that already sounds like an oxymoron); then you see him race, and you ask yourself if he hadn't been just joking…

To win a MotoGP world championship, the highest class of motorcycle racing, you need a lot of talent, to win two of them, and one after the other even, you need to be extraordinary.

The third centaur who was able to do something like that is Francesco Pecco Bagnia (don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about!). The third after Valentino Rossi, his idol and mentor, and Marc Marquez, his next year teammate in Ducati. And, because the hunger comes while eating (lol that's prob just an Italian idiom and it means that when you start to eat you start to get more hungry too, so winning is making him more hungry for more victories), Pecco is trying to do the same this year with the new Desmosedici GP24.

“Motivation is not something I’ll ever be lacking” says Pecco wearing the new glasses carrera Ducati (lol)

When I asked him to draw an imaginary identikit about himself to start our interview he replied: “I’m shy, very determined and an hard worker”. You can feel all of his Savoy (i guess coz he’s from the Savoy region but idk its more of a stereotype for people in the north of italy, being serious and quiet) essence - a mix of being a very private person, and also respectful and polite - that’s his own signature “ethics/moral code" and style. “It’s difficult for me to clash or argue with someone. If I’m angry or annoyed or nervous I keep that inside of me.” That's true in the paddock and outside.

Who better than him is the opposite of the cliche “to be a pilot you must be crazy”?

“Being lucid is the most important thing in this type of sport. The instinct can make you go fast, and maybe there’s a bit of madness, but during the race, everything you do has to be calculated, and every decision is considered and thoroughly thought through. Nothing is left to chance. And seeing red on track/not being lucid is what makes you do mistakes.”

Most people would think you have to live a life full of sacrifices to become a champion, but Francesco lives that life differently. “Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve done it cause I wanted to, I’ve never missed out on anything, not really. I’ve chosen to go train on track instead of going out with my friends most of the time, but it’s because I truly believe you’ll always have time to do all the other things you want to do.”

Respected by everyone in the paddock, Pecco is also praised by Enea Bastianini, his colleague and teammate, also born in 1997 but nearly 12 months after Francesco.

“He has the type of determination and awareness that when he decides to do something he’ll go and get it. On a more technical side, his braking is super effective with the types of tyres we’re using.”

Their relationship is really good and Pecco says “Enea is one of my many rivals. The only ally I have on track is myself: I motivate and help myself”- he displays a strong sense of duty and responsibility- “cause I’m also the most self-critical person in the world.”

And maybe it is this moderation (I guess she’s talking about the self-criticism bit) that becomes a strength for the natural-born rider Pecco.

Francesco Bagnaia is cast in the same mold as another Italian sports prodigy ( shes trying to say the have similar vibes lol) Jannik Sinner, and not coincidentally Pecco is also a big fan of Jannik (he also carries Juventus in his heart, and he received a personalized jersey in December from the club).

“(Sinner) appears as a very “clean” person, it makes you want to support him. I’ve always loved tennis and thanks to him I’ve become an even bigger fan. I play tennis especially during the winter, I take classes three times a week”

Francesco always brings the same things to all of his races and most between the all: “Socks just under the calf, however it has nothing to do with superstition” and also music.

“I listen to music as soon as I wake up. I love old rock, the true rock. Favourite rock group? Led Zeppelin, of course, and I also really like Greta van Fleet.”

Around the circuits, his sister Carola, assistant and media manager, follows him like a shadow.

“I would like Domizia with me at races more often, her presence is a necessity for me.” Pecco and Domiziaa are gonna be married in a handful of hours (July 20) after seven years of engagement: “Organizing the wedding was easy: there is no comparison with the World Championship. Maybe Domizia thinks differently about it.”

What does Francesco Bagnaia see in his future? “A successful career and a large family. And still riding a prototype bike: if not until I’m 37, the goal is at least 35.”

#domiiiiii come to more races pls!!!#pecco bagnaia #interviews #translation im trying my best here lol #francesco bagnaia #fb63 #peccoooooooo #again the “im really critical about myself”#yay pecco!#pecco lore

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moonshynecybin · 7 months ago

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expand on your marc/bezz thoughts please callie i want to hear everythinggggg

what a fucking. a/b/o ass podium. truly insane dynamics on display on all fronts UMMMM. so. the only. scenario where i can see anything like this happening in marc’s crazy little hot girl mind. is if he is triangulating his desire for vale through his little protege. like the thesis of this is. alpha bezz juuuuuuust understanding his sexuality here confronted with. the wettest happiest neediest omega the world has ever seen. anyways under the cut she got. LONG ♥️

so. BASICALLY. in my mind palace marc was on heat suppressants off the shits for yearrrrrs until his arm kind of made him go cold turkey because they interfered with his pain meds (giving up control over his heats ANOTHER thing marc hates so bad about it all) and vale shows up in the paddock for the first time since marc left the murderbike to a place where marc is FINALLYYYY catching a whiff of happiness after four miserable years (portimao alsooooo compelling, but marc is now like, EYE think a lot less anxious on the bike) and marc’s biological clock decides he’s safe, realizes his alpha is in proximity (wind changes and his knees feel like jelly), and goes off like five alarm claxon sirens like YOUR DICK APPOINTMENT HAS ARRIVEDDDD. truly marc smells insane he LOOKS insane the wet patches on the racetrack on saturday where allegedly from rain but NEVER rule out that they were actually a result of marc marquez’s wap

but despite every alpha in the paddock being like IS THAT ALLOWED?? marc is like. he is stillllll learning to respect his body still yearning to put everything on the line for another taste of that top step JUST got to a place where he feels like hes adapting to the bike and gaining confidence. he literally got POLE in the SPANISHHH GRAND PRIX, thats an insane carrot on a stick for our little guy who is so wrong in the head <3 and marc has always been a guy who needs to contextualize his suffering as a narrative arc to cope with it all so hes veryyyyyy aware of the sway a weekend like this can have in terms of his confidence! AND his career! and when he crashes in the sprint he looks at his hands and SERIOUSLY considers not going for it (allllll of the injury stuff. again it’s JEREZ. and the body keeps the SCORE !!) but it’s marc and its spainnnnnn, so he spends the night before the race going through his first heat since he was 15 ALONE and feeling absolutely out of his fucking MIND. (valentino rossi inside the same square mile or so as him and he wants to pick up the phone and call him so bad he wants 2 CRY. three fingers deep in himself one of vale's hoodies from 2014 spread out on the bed and it’s not enoughhhh). but the night passes. and its sunday and he's not 100% out of it but! hes insane in the pussy and he actually feels a bit clearer. still smells crazy but less shaky and ALWAYS determined. so he races!!!

AND BEZZ. oh boy. synthesizing the thoughts of many scholars on this topic. bezz is somewhat newly single VERY newly aware of his sexuality AND the kind of alpha that sees a hot omega who is CLEARLY in heat without a partner and feels crazy. dogboy 9000%. what do you MEAN no one is taking care of him?? jennifer lawrence voice. what do you mean. what do you meannnnnn. a service top realizing no one is SERVICING marc and as such becoming wildly horny AND itchy under the collar without being able to name exactly why. base instincts are going CRAZY while pecco is politely ignoring it all.

so bez is out of his head but just barelyyyy realizing it. mostly just kind of knows that he wants marc 2 pay attention to him so bad. soso bad. clumsy a little embarrassing. truly WATCH the cooldown room video bezz is constantly asking marc little questions and touching him and trying to get him into the conversation (staring at marc waiting for him to talk and marc does not!) like bezz is going right through pecco (his homoerotic bestie of OUR fiance and straddling in parc ferme fame) to BLAST marc in the face on the podium. he is specifically going to HIM to clink champagne bottles. he is staring at marc in the press conference giving him the up and down like a horny psycho. he is complimenting his riding and licking his lips and touching marc's waist and tracing his lil finger over the part of marc that USED TO BE HURT with the careful tenderness of someone MUCH more familiar with marc than he is lmao. truly. cunt struck. scenting him off IMPOLITELY. friendship ENDED with heterosexuality marc marquez's ass is now my hypothetical best friend. if no one will top him then EYE WILL. behavior!!!

but marc is ATTEMPTING to nobly IGNORE this... aware he's in heat (its burned off a bit, for the time being, after the adrenaline of the race... mellowed out to edgy horniness...) and aware bezz is an alpha and he can SMELL how interested he is and. well the attention is interesting and feels good and the base part of his stomach that likes feeling hot enjoys the way bezz smell is tugging at him BUTTT he's taken!! like not really but he ISSSSS!! so hes ignoring bezz keeping his eyes determinedly on that screen watching the overtake he tried on pecco... but the paddock is tiny and after the race marc decides to go out and celebrate and. hes horny and happy and a lil bit keyed up from vale being there and. as fate would have it. he lands at the same bar that the academy crew is rolling at. and bezz is there and. he comes up to marc. and sort of. clumsily tries to talk to him. buy him a drink. and hes young and hes charming and marc is going to cut him loose as gracefully as he can and fuck off to ride out the rest of his heat in peace but. bezz cracks a joke in his lilting italian accent (marc has a FETISHHH) and marc barks out a jajajaja cackle before he can help it (everyone. says one of the ways bezz is most like vale is his HUMORRR)... and marc is DRUNK and bezz is SWEET and TOUCHING HIM and he smells GOOD and also. when marc closes his eyes he can catch a whiff of VALE on bezz's SKIN... and it curls into his chest and makes something in his heat addled brain settle in a way he's been craving all weekend... lighting him up and holding him down in a way that clutching onto that hoody that doesnt smell like vale anymore three fingers deep in himself didnt... and its justtttt enough to let bezz take him home....

#marc does not. ever. talk about this again. bezz trails after him all season though LMAO #vale also smells marc on bezz immediately (i think his smell is. distinct.) and. um. it is not a fun experience. not mean just crazy.#bezz is clueless though. no idea. god bless. wasnt there in 2014 to smell whatever the fuck went on with all that.#this is the least rosquez thing ive ever written for this fandom usually im a one ship girl. um but to be clear this is STILL all about val #marcbezz #cutting this loose im not. entirely happy with it but whateverrrrr

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toni-peperoni · 1 month ago

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And a week later, I am back with the next one!!

Kinktober day 14 prompt: Costumes

Ship: Marco Bezzecchi/Francesco Bagnaia

This one is for @dickinfectionbez who gave me the ship and also the prompt, which was in my prompt list anyway!!

You can read it here on ao3 or under the cut

You wanna try it, ride it, lick it, spit it

"Mig I'm not sure if I should go through with this", Bez whined for the sixth time this hour. Mig huffed and shook his head. The last five times Bez had decided that he in fact should and this time would be no different. There was so much to win after all. And very little to loose.

Sure, they wouldn't let him live it down, probably not ever, but at the same time, the pictures of him in fishnet tights and the dress resurfaced every now and then too and Bez really couldn't find he minded.

"It's not like I have ever done this before. There is a big difference between what I did that halloween compared to just straight up going in lingerie."

"And cute patched dog ears", the other man supplied not very helpfully.

"That's not helping", Bez whined seemingly in complete despair. He even buried his face in a pillow to underline his point. Migno thought he was overreacting a bit, but Bez sometimes needed his wet dog moments, so this was just another moment of that.

"You've been practically begging to jump on Pecco's dick for weeks, no month now. If you wear that, he is going to jump you. No doubt", Mig said, decidedly too serious of the context.

"You really think?", Bez asked, looking up at the other Italian with his best puppy eyes.

"I don't think. I know. Pecco has a thing for lingerie. I really don't want to elaborate on why I know that, let's just say I'm scarred for life, but not only that, he also has a thing for you."

"Yeah, would be nice if he'd act on that and forget his gentleman 'I respect you as my friend' attitude just once", Bez grumbled and Andrea couldn't agree more really. Usually, he really liked that about Pecco, because it kept a lot of idiocy away from them, but in this aspect his aim was miles off.

"It'll work trust me", Mig said, squeezing his shoulder.

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"What will the others say?", Bez moaned, throwing his hand in front of his eyes, as if he had just now remembered that there will be more people present, than just Pecco and him. And poor Mig of course.

"No matter what they say, you know none of us is all that innocent. Sure, you might traumatise Celestino a bit, but the rest? They deserve it for what they made us hear. Or see."

"The old man will get a heart attack", Bez joked.

"He deserves it the most to be honest. What Vale has put us through, there is not enough bleach in the world to get those images out of my head."

"Don't think I forgot what you did with Franky and Luca those months ago. Not something I particularly needed to see. Didn't think you were so flexible", Marco countered and Mig went beet red.

"Fucking hell, why am I doing this? Why did I agree to this?"

"You make it seem, like it was my fault, but you were the one that brought up the idea with the tail", Mig reminded him.

"It just wasn't complete without the tail! It wasn't a costume with just the ears!"

"Yeah and that's why normal people get one to clip on, which would have worked perfectly with the lace, but no, Marco Bezzecchi, had a butt plug with a tail laying around in his home, which I too don't want to think about too long, so he decided it had to be that."

"It fit the hole in the panties for it!"

"But you only bought those panties, because they would go with the tail", Mig groaned.

"Yeah so what?"

"You are a very odd human being sometimes."

"You only notice that now?", Bez asked, shrugging. The conversation seemed to be over from his side now, but Mig couldn't help himself and needed to deliver another little blow.

"At least that means, that you and Pecco can get straight to it, when the plug keeps you ready and open."

Bez groaned. "Why did I think you out of all of the people are the one I should tell about this."

"Because while you act like you want someone that'll keep you from doing it, you don't actually want that and I match the unhinged energy the best. Also, when have we ever not talked about our escapades to eachother. I vividly remember falling into your bed the day after I did it with Luca for the first time. You wanted to know everything", Mig stretched the last word out and Bez found that he had no defense. Mig was right.

"Vale wanted a riders academy to keep his legacy up and we took it too literally. The entire legacy."

They both laughed.

Mig parked the car up against the wall of the old farm house. The other cars were there already, they came fashionably late as always. Bez put on the slippers that looked like dog paws and the finger less gloves that also had toe beans painted on the inside of them.

"That you were able to sit suprised me", Mig muttered, as they walked to the front door.

"As long I have something else to concentrate on it's fine. Mostly, as long it doesn't press straight, you know."

Mig did know and just nodded understandingly. He himself was dressed as Goku, including his still blonde dyed ends styled up with so much gel, it should be a crime and the orange robe.

It got him a 'fucking weeb' when Bez saw it for the first time, but it had just been light hearted teasing. Mig and Luca had agreed to both dress out of one of their favourite animes and it ended up being the tallest of them all, that opened the door for them, a straw hat on his head, a red vest hugging his frame nicely and working great with the blue trousers.

Luca laughed out loud when he saw Bez and could barely contain it.

"Fucking hell, Pecco is getting lucky tonight", Luca laughed.

"Admit it, I look good."

"Never said anything else", Luca winked and held up his hands in surrender. "Good costume."

Bez smiled satisfied with Luca's praise.

"Can we go in now? It's getting cold!"

They all agreed and quickly closed the door.

Mig and Luca went into the room first, drawing most of the attention away from Bez, immediately starting up conversations again. With their back to Pecco, who was the only one, that noticed Bez stepping in.

It was comical, how Pecco's eyes widened when he caught the first glimps of Bez. His eyes trailed all over his body, taking it all in, staring in a way he had never seen Pecco do before. Oh this ought to be good.

"Hello Pecco", Bez whispered in his ear as greeting, leaning down to hug him. The other Italian hadn't yet shaken out of his stupor and barely was able to put his hands around Bez and when he did, all he felt under his hands was soft skin and the clasp of Marco's bralette.

Bez got back up, but lingered at the arm chair Pecco was sitting in, putting his arm on top of the back rest of it to stand more comfortably.

The motion drew attention from the rest of the room and Vale, Franky and Celestino were staring at him. "Hi", Bez smiled his brightest smile.

"Look at you", Franky shot back, whistling through his teeth. Bez just winked in response.

Celestino matched Luca's first reaction of laughing and went to high five him. "Go tiger", he said, voice low, that only Bez could hear it.

"Oh please, I'm obviously dressed as a dog not a tiger", he quipped back, making Cele only laugh harder.

"Why am I seeing this?", Vale asked, obviously the most distraught of them.

"It's revenge for what you have put us through", Mig said, lips quirking up in a smile.

"Ah fair point", he conceded.

Pecco very pointedly tried not to stare at the tattoo on Bez's thigh. Sure, he had seen it a hundred times before, but it's rarely been so close to his face. So he stared straight ahead, right into Vale's soul.

"What's wrong with him?", Vale asked, leaning over to Luca.

"He tries not to eye fuck Bez, because he for some reason he thinks he can't actually fuck him."

"Why would he think that?"

"I don't know either."

Vale shook his head. Sometimes he wondered what they learnt from him that he hadn't wanted to pass on.

"Why don't you sit down?", Pecco asked, giving Bez a pressed smile, fingers digging into the armrests. He definitely was affected by it. But how could he not be, when he could basically lick the salt from Bez thigh and bite into the lemon he had tattooed there right afterwards. He was getting drunk on it anyways.

"It's not that easy you know", Bez whispered to him before spinning around half way and showing Pecco the tail.

"Is it...?", Pecco asked letting the 'a butt plug fall away, face heating up at just the thought, fuck he shouldn't want his friend like that.

"Yup", Bez confirmed, popping the 'p'.

"Okay", Pecco answered and nodded heavily. This evening would be the death of him. Through the lace of the bralette, Pecco could see the shine of Bez's nipple piercing, tempting him, to swirl around it with his tongue.

He grabbed the cane that he brought with his costume tighter. He was dressed like someone straight out of Peaky Blinders, looking like a 1920s gentleman. Somehow Bez wanted him even more. Pecco as it stood, was good, great even. But Pecco in a suit? Yeah Bez didn't want him, he needed him.

"But maybe it's better when I sit in your lap?", Bez suddenly suggested and plopped down, before Pecco could say anything against it.

The younger man shifted a bit around until he was comfortably sitting on and against him. With every movement, Pecco could feel the tail move around on his leg and Pecco nearly died at the thought that that meant the plug was moving inside Bez too.

He wanted to spread his legs open, get rid of the plug and fill him up himself. He wanted to make it good for Bez, make him moan and whine and beg for more and he wanted to give it to him and then some more.

Pecco couldn't help but put his hands on Bez exposed hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with how tight his grip was. He tried to control his breathing, because he was feeling himself get hard – how could he not with a lap full of Bez – and the other man would feel it soon enough too.

Bez was meanwhile smiling at Mig, mouthing 'it works'. Mig gave them a look up and down and answered. "I can see that."

They took up conversations as normal, drinking some kind of Halloween punch and eating some snacks that were made to somehow look creepy. All in all it was a successful evening. The others got over his costume pretty quickly and Bez could feel Pecco's half hard dick press against his thigh. Every now and then, he would shift as if to get comfortable again, but really, he just wanted to hear the gasps Pecco couldn't quite manage to keep in.

What he hadn't calculated, was that Pecco could, albeit unknowingly turn the tables and give it right back to Bez. When he shifted the next time, Pecco, in a desperate try to distract himself, went to touch the tail, the soft brown furr a different sensation to concentrate on.

Maybe it had slipped Bez mind, or maybe he was just that stupid, but he had completely forgotten, that intentional touch to the tail, especially caressing it, like Pecco was doing right now, made the plug vibrate inside him.

He squinted his eyes shut, trying to stop the moans from leaving his mouth.

Pecco seemed none the wiser at it, but Mig looked at him quizzically from across the room. Bez took his phone from the side, Pecco still caressing the tail like some kind of fidget toy while talking to Luca, didn't see, when Bez typed out messages to Mig.

help me, the plug vibrates when Pecco touches the tail!!!!!!!!

He put an absurd amount of exclamation marks behind the message, this was a crisis situation after all.

Mig had the audacity to laugh at him. Out loud. Through the room. Bez glared at him, about to say something, when another spark jolted through his body and he barely caught the yelp, that threatened to come out of him.

Because of that, he didn't notice, that Mig's laughter drew Pecco's attention, who over Bez's shoulder had the perfect angle to read his message to Andrea.

He only realised, when Pecco whispered in his ear: "Is that so?" All while he continued on stroking it, causing Marco's breath to hitch. Need was bubbling up in him, like boiling water.

He turned his head into Pecco's neck and closed his eyes for a second. "Fucking hell", he breathed against the soft skin. Pecco just chuckled and kept on doing it.

"Oh get a room", Mig yelled at them in fake annoyance. He was happy for Bez, that I worked out as imagined, yet he also didn't particularly want to see them fuck in front of all of them.

"Maybe we should", Pecco smirked, giving the tail a last hard tuck, not only making the plug vibrate hard, but also making it move inside of Bez.

That moan, he couldn't suppress. Pecco picked him up bridal style. The little bit of lace did barely anything to hide how hard Bez was. He had the decency to blush.

"Well, if you'd excuse us", Bez said, trying to sound calm and collected, before Pecco carried him out with swift steps, up to the room they shared most of the time they were at the ranch nowadays.

He was dropped on the bed shortly after, Pecco immediately climbing on the bed too, looming over him. "What do I do with you now huh?"

"Well you could begin with taking my clothes off", Bez shot back.

"What clothes?", Pecco laughed, ridding himself of his jacket and waist coat. "Those are clothes Bez, what you are wearing barely even classifies as underwear."

"You like them", Bez said smugly.

"Never said I didn't, did I now?" He had the audacity to wink at Bez while saying it. His hands wandered onto the lace of the bralette, that barely covered any of his chest. Pecco gave the gleaming metal of Bez piercing a flick, waking him groan. "Though I like even more what it tries to hide."

With that, sneaked his hand under Bez's back and undid the clasp with skilled fingers and took it away, while also letting his hands wander over Bez's arms in a way that set his skin on fire.

Pecco was about to return his attention back to his chest, but Bez had different plans, drawing him down with his hands around his neck and kissing him. Finally actually kissing him. More than a stupid dare they did when they were teenagers. More than one of the drunken kisses everyone was bound to share with a friend at least once in their life.

It was a real kiss. One were your head begins to spin and your heart skips a beat. He smiled into the kiss, not yet ready to let go of it again. When they finally parted again, they took the time to look at eachother for a moment.

"Fucking hell I should have done this sooner", Pecco muttered under his breath, prompting the other man to laugh.

"Yeah you should have. Would have saved me turning up in underwear to the halloween party."

"But that would've been a shame with how good you look in it."

Bez blushed and cussed Pecco out in response. The older man just laughed and turned back to pressing kisses all over Bez body, working his way down from the chin all the way to where the lace did little to cover his growing erection.

Pecco smiled up to him from down there, grin seeming wicked, when he took the thin fabric between his teeth and pulled it away from Bez skin. He let go off it again and it snapped against Bez soft skin, making him yelp, not having expected it.

He placed kisses along the younger man's thigh, moving to the inside of the leg quickly and up again, until he got his teeth on the lace again, this time drawing it down completely, leaving Bez naked and exposed.

When it was finally discarded to the side, Pecco came back to Bez dick, which was laying heavily against his stomach now, already beginning to leak cum all over it. The tension mixed with him being constantly stimulated by the plug for so long all came crashing down on Bez and he needed Pecco to do something now.

"Pecco please", he whined, looking at his friend – hopefully after this more than friend – and motioned for him to do something.

"I've got you", Pecco soothed and resumed with placing kisses on the inside of Bez thigh, working his way up to his dick.

He licked a broad stripe along the underside, from the base all the way to the top making Bez moan loudly, the noise only intensifying, when he wrapped his lips around the head, sucking at it gently.

One of Bez hands found its way into Pecco's hair, grabbing ahold of it quite tightly, but not controlling the pace the older man was now moving his head up and down Bez dick.

It was drawing increasingly more needy noises from Bez throat, the other hand grabbing into the sheets, trying not to come embarrassingly quick. It bothered Pecco, that Bez was holding himself back, wanting him to tip over, wanting him to let go. So he put in even more afford, adding his hand to further stimulate him.

"Fuck Pecco", Bez moaned. It was the only warning the other man got, before cum was shooting into his mouth. He swallowed it down, like water on a hot day.

Bez was breathing heavily, trying to come down from the high, his muscles were clenching as the ecstasy shot through his body. Pecco layed down next to him, smiling at him gently, pressing a kiss to the side of his chin.

"That was probably the best blowjob of my life", Bez whispered.

Pecco's smile only got wider and he gave Bez another kiss, this time on the lips.

"Now it's my turn", Bez announced trying to move around to where Pecco's trousers were still strained.

"No rush. You should rest for a moment. Besides, we have the entire night to ourselves. They certainly won't interrupt, to scared of what they'd see", Pecco stopped him gently.

"Why do you always have to be such a gentleman", Bez protested, not actually annoyed. "Where's the fun in it?"

"Trust me, I can be different. And a lot more fun", Pecco whispered into Bez ear, making the younger man squirm. "But we have time for that later."

"Then let me at least", Bez began and snuck his hand under Pecco's trousers and underwear, jerking him off quickly and without much finess it was too tight and too much friction, but Pecco was so close anyways, that it was enough to have him spill all over Bez's hand, when he gave the head of his dick a swipe with the thumb.

Bez took the hand to his mouth and licked it clean, pointedly looking at Pecco. When he was done, he smiled brightly.

"Better!"

#motogp rpf #beznaia #mb72 #fb63 #toni writes kinktober 2024

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Lost podium - marcmarc

He was used to it by now. Not that he didn't hate it as much. But it had some weird familiarity to not pull in Parc ferme and return to his garage instead.

He was used to saying an apology to his mechanics for fucking up the race. He has been so close to a podium. P2. He had been on P2 for so long and losing the 2nd place to an 8 time world champion surely wasn't the worst thing. Especially when said was on a better bike than he was.

And P3 was completely acceptable. He would be incredibly happy with a P3. But then he had pulled the stupidest move in existence. Going wide and letting Bastanini through.

He could basically hear his father sign loudly. He didn't want to talk to him right now. He knew what they'd say. He wondered when his guilt would be too much and he finally did call his parents. He had been stupid and now he had to endure the consequences all while trying his best in less than 24 hours. He felt like a child, failing one exams just to have another test in the next lesson and therefore being unable to concentrate on anything.

The unforced errors would forever break his neck. If every unforced error were an overtake, he'd have more wins than Vale and Agostini together.

He went through the interview and the evening like he always did. He told the same things like he always did. He spoke about progress he didn't truly believe in. He faked some happiness and optimism. He did believed in his team but he wasn't able to actually execute it.

He congratulated Pecco as the academy met for dinner. He forced himself to laugh about the bad jokes that were made on his behalf and shot the same ones back. He listened to Luca ranting about the Honda. He was obviously torn between happiness that there was some progress and frustration that he was still stuck in the 2nd half of the grid and barely able to fight for the remaining points.

He was used to the weird feeling of knowing he could have done better by now. He hated it none the less.

He knew how to get ride of those thoughts. But today, it was different. Today he had been so close to Marc. He had been close to him the whole weekend. Somehow they had always ended up near each other.

He had no idea how but he definitely wasn't complaining. Even though his stupid brain had decided to give himself false hope and think that Marc had looked at him during the media day and the fan parade. He even thought he had caught him sliming at him, but he had probably grinned over a joke from Alex.

Still all those moment and his mistake that cost him a podium were stuck in his mind.

He was tossing and turning in his bed but he couldn't fall asleep. He wanted to blame the jack let. But he knew it'd be a lie.

He contemplated staying awake until he was too tired to even keep his eyes open. But that would probably be still a few hours to go and then he would manage only 3 hours to sleep. 4 max. And then he'd be tired-grumpy and unable to focus on his job.

He sighed as he stood up again. He quickly threw on some running gear and went outside. Maybe getting some energy burned would help.

At the end he ran 1 lap. He was about to start the next one when someone said his name.

"Bezzecchi?" He flinched. He hadn't excatly expected company. He turned around, to see a smaller man, somehow dressed in a hoodie despite the still thick heat.

"Marquez?" he asked confused cause he couldn't quite believe that the soft lightning of the circuit was actually showing him the older gresini rider.

"Did you expect someone else at... 2 am?" he asked with a laugh. "I didn't expect anyone at 2am. What are you doing here?" he asked confused.

He was panicked. Slitly. Somehow it felt like he was crossing boundaries. Vale's boundaries, but still boundaries he should respect. After all, he had done a lot for him and talking with Marc Marquez of all people in the middle of the night surely would pass as questionable. At least. Especially cause Marc had been his crush for quite a while now.

"I could ask you the same" he countered. "But I asked first" "Right. Okay, I couldn't sleep. It was a long day and the traveling is still in my bones" "Yeah... Same" he muttered.

"Naaaah, I don't believe you" "What?" "I don't believe you. I'm old. I can't adjust to the time that well but you... What's really the reason why you're standing here?"

Marc looked at him for a second. His eyes wandered. He was clearly checking him out and a part of him regretted while the other was super happy he had gone for the extra tight running shirt.

Marc didn't had the decency to at least and hide that he was, in fact, looking at Bez body. His chest, to be clear. The tight and sweaty shirt left no room for imagination. It also gave him the answer wheter he was still wearing the nipple piercing Marc had once spotted on a picture.

He was.

He wondered what they would feel like against his skin. His lips. Before he realize what he was doing, he licked his lips.

Bez was starting to panic. His crush was clearly checking him out and now - Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had to do something. He had to get away or close or -

"I am very sorry about you losing the podium." Marc said, eyes now locked with his. His voice was soft, but there was a daring tone to it. "I was looking forwards to share another one with you. You deserved it"

Without any of them noticing, they got slightly closer. The distance between them shrunked. "Thank you... It was... Well, you know how it is. And congrats to your podium"

"Thanks... Would have been more fun with you there"

Suddenly Marco felt a hand on his wrist. He didn't dare look. Instead he watched how Marc's eyes were focused on the bracelets there. He had got then from his sister, his mom and his best friend in Italy.

They were really meaningful to him, so he normally didn't like people touching them. This however seemed different. He didn't flinch or pulled back. Instead he tested how far Marc would go and Marc tested how far he could go. Searching for the limit. As always.

"I like having you on the podium... It makes you smile in a very beautiful way. And you look fucking breathtaking up there" he whispered, his hand now lingering around the younger ones fingers and the simply grabbing them.

Bez didn't hesitate and let their fingers intervene. It felt warm and he smiled as he looked down at Marc. They were standing closer than ever.

"Marc?" he whispered. "Yeah?" "Why are you doing this?" he heard himself ask and with that, he once again destroyed his own luck.

With that simple question doubted returned to his mind. He wondered why Marc Marquez would be interested in him - the rider that didn't live up to the expectations the most.

Unless... All the warnings that Vale had shared with the academy about other riders manipulations techniques returned. He felt panic rise on him. Was that part of it? But why him? Why not Pecco? Pecco would make more sense. Okay, Pecco was married but he wouldn't put it past Marc not to be bothered by that.

"Because I like you, Marco. You've woken my interested since you stepped up and you are smoking hot. Especially when sweaty and on top" he grinned and Bez felt his stomach heating up. He hadn't quite expected a statement that bold. "On top of the podium of course..."

"Then why do you... Why now?" After all, this was his 3rd year in MotoGP. "Well, I doubt I would still have a head if I tried this last year... And in 2022, I was out half the time. Not really a good bonding opportunity." He laughed. The darkness around them swallowed it.

Marco wasn't sure what to say or think. But there was no need. Marc crossed the last distance between them, standing on his tiptoes as he kissed his cheek. Bez immediately felt them heating up.

He knew he was turning red but Marc just smiled at him.

"Good luck tomorrow, Marco" he said as he tilted his head to the side he let go of Bez hand. "Try to get some sleep. Okay?"

He was about to turn around when Bez grabbed his wrist. He couldn't help himself. Confused he looked at him. "Is that some sick twisted way to destroy my concentration for tomorrow? Is... Did you tell that to Pecco too? Is that your way of fucking other ones races up"

He knew it wasn't nice what he accused him of, but he had to.

Marc froze. He didn't like to admit that the accusation hurt more than he had expected. He knew where it was coming from. Of course. So he didn't blame the younger rider. And in his defense, he had used some questionable methods already. Flirting didn't seem like out of pocket for him. But fake flirting? With Bez? No.

"I am not playing with you. I am very serious about this." he reassusered him. "I want you to have a good race and see you smiling on the podium again. It's where you belong and you look very pretty there."

He could see that Bez wasn't believing him. He wondered if putting his hands on his cheeks and pulling him down to him and kissing him after very sentence until he was convinced might be too much. He decided it was.

"And no. I never talked to Pecco like that and I never would. Or anyone else for the record. At least not since I know you." "I don't believe you." He smiled. It was a calm, sad smile.

"I know. That's okay. I really hope you can somehow find it in yourself to let me try and give you trust in me. I am really not lying to you, Marco." "And how would I know that?"

"Do you not trust me because you think I'm actually a bad person or because the people around you told you not to trust me?" he finally said. It was all he wanted to know. And not getting an answer, instead being answered with silence, was enough he had to know.

He smiled again, kissed his other cheek as well. "Well, then... Maybe you should start forming your own opinions. I'd be happy to help" he offered as he walked away.

"Tomorrow night. My motorhome" A thumbs up was all the answers that was given.

That was the last thing spoken between them, before Bez went to sleep. And had the best night of rest in a long time.

#I might change it again in the next days but now I just wanna be done with it cause I got a raging headache #So enjoy #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS #THANK YOU #Thanks for reading that :)#motogp rpf #marco bezzecchi #marcmarc #marc marquez

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