#Pecco i have respect for you | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

fall0utmind · 1 month ago

Text

Medical Leak AU CH9

On a roll this week!!!!

ao3 here / medical leak au tag on tumblr

Hope you guys enjoy this one, I loved writing it. We are so nearly done now wooooo!!!

Let me know what you think :)

Chapter 9: Redemption (~5k)

The sound of motorcycle engines is humming in his veins. The smell of leather lighting up every synapse. It’s better than any high he’s ever had.

He guns it off the line but misjudges slightly and drops some positions. He ends up swerving to avoid a collision in the middle of the pack and bites his tongue to hold in a shout. Pole to 10th in a corner. Fucking typical. He keeps his head down and pushes on.

Marc knows he can put on a good performance, he can feel it in his bones, the same way he knows that he can be world champion again, that he has the strength to continue in the face of adversity. The world will throw its gauntlet at his feet, but Marc continues to pick it up, bloodied and bruised from the battles that came before. He refuses to give up, taking the hard line at every turn, making moves through the pack. By turn 5 he’s in 4th, just Jorge, Enea, and Pecco ahead of him. In his peripheral, he catches a flash of yellow, Bezzecchi riding by his side. His stomach gives a sickening lurch at the lurid colour, Valentino’s yellow. His mind threatens to fixate on the memories of him but he squashes it down as small as possible. He refuses to let Valentino wreck anything else. This race is his. He will think about Valentino after.

He feels good, the bike is dancing to his tune, not fighting him on every corner like the last few years on the Honda. He’s not on the quickest bike, but he sure as hell will back himself as the best rider. He gives it hell on the next lap, battling hard and clinching a place from Enea. He almost loses the front on the same turn as yesterday, his elbow and knee brushing against the tarmac before he slings himself upright, heaving a deep breath.

He lets out a manic laugh. He feels alive.

On lap 20 he breaks the gap to Pecco and Jorge, hunting them down like prey. He passes Jorge fairly easily, whipping around him on a tight corner line, body tucked close to the track.

Pecco puts up more of a fight. They battle through the penultimate laps, trading positions once they have dropped Jorge. A glance to his right reveals that the Italian is beside him. He grins, pressing down on the throttle.

He throws everything at the last lap, taking every corner on the edge, tucking himself flush against the bike on the straights. He’s pulling away from the red Ducati; it slots in behind him on the last few turns. Marc is too far ahead now, head bowed as he approaches the start/finish straight.

The emotions that rise when he crosses the finish line threaten to overwhelm him. They bubble up and explode as he pumps his fists in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs. He ducks his head to press against his bike, fighting the tears that want to fall.

On the cool-down lap, it feels like every rider on the grid congratulates him. Marc flips his visor up to meet Pecco’s eyes as he swerves closer for a fist bump. Aleix shouts praise at him, audible even over the wind which whips past them. Even Bez rides adjacent to gesture happily to him.

He does cry when he pulls up to the number one spot. It’s been so long. After everything, it feels like redemption. His team, his family, pull him into their arms, screaming at him and slapping him all over. Marc is crying and grinning and laughing. Alex is there, tugging him into a long hug, kissing his head as they pull apart. Dani and Jorge wrap their arms around him and whisper praise into his ears. Dovi leaps over the fence to tug him into a hug. It makes Marc laugh and laugh until he can barely see straight through the dampness in his eyes and the ache in his stomach.

Pecco and Enea have pulled into the second and third-place slots respectively. They both embrace him, congratulating him quietly. Marc smiles at them, small but honest. He feels like he has broken through a glass ceiling somewhere. He doesn’t know what that means. Some of the Factory Ducati team slap his back as he passes; GiGi grins at him knowingly.

He is on top of the world.

He barely registers as they are escorted into the back of a car. Marc tries to keep his feet on the ground. He dances onto the podium, drinking up the atmosphere as his team whistles from below. He allows a real, beaming smile to engulf his face, stretching wider as he looks up at the sky. Despite the predominantly Italian crowd, he can’t hear any boos, Marc wonders what that means. They cheer when he receives his trophy and get louder as he is drenched in champagne by Frankie, Pecco, and Enea. All of them are grinning proudly at him. He feels a little drunk.

(He hasn’t had a sip yet)

As the podium celebrations die down, something catches his eye. In the crowd, standing to the side is Valentino. Marc chokes. Valentino never watches a podium when Marc is on it, even if one of the academy boys has won. Valentino does not look away, staring at where Marc is glowing on the top step, champagne and sweat glistening on his skin.

Vale looks like he has seen a god.

Marc feels off-kilter, something akin to hope blooming within him.

Rules dictate that Marc has to endure another media session after he is swept off the podium. He temporarily pushes Vale to the back of his mind as they are herded into the usual post-race routine. The media pen is as busy as usual, and the sickening dread has returned in full force. He considers ignoring any questions related to his mental health in prior years, but then he remembers the interactions from this morning. Marc decides that he will no longer be ashamed.

Instead, he stares directly into the cameras as he confirms the truth of the articles. He stands tall and says he is proud of himself for overcoming his challenges. He desperately hopes it inspires others to reach out for help. He smiles as he details that he is doing much better now, thanks to the support of his family and professionals. When he asks for respect and privacy, he thinks about all the damage this has caused. He knows there will be people who never look at him the same, their cruel words will now always take a certain tone, and from now on he will be the rider who almost died by suicide. He makes peace with it.

Marc frowns at the cameras, considering for a second. He thinks of Valentino standing at the bottom of the podium and decides. He steals himself and does what he should have done years ago. For once, he hopes it goes viral. Marc must lay out the pain caused by the people who have manipulated the truth. He bites his lip.

“My life has been dramatically changed across the last 11 years in this sport. It has been the most incredible opportunity, but it has also been the hardest time of my life. I have been slandered by the press, stalked, and harassed. It has been a rough ride, some of the most painful moments of my life. A lot of it is due to words rather than crashes or injuries. I will always be more than the comments and the press, but I am a real person, with real feelings, and a family who love me.”, he states.

He smiles slightly, feeling vindicated and continues.

“The people who say these things must live sad and shallow lives and should find a more productive use of their time. I will no longer sit and take it. I am an 8-time world champion. I have come through hell and back and have the scars to prove it. You do not get to sit and comment on me until you have been through similar.”

He smirks, his PR training has gone out of the window. The reporter looks shell-shocked. Despite it all, the pain and the lies he has relived this weekend, Marc is grinning to himself as he walks away.

When he arrives back at the garage, his press officer wisely doesn’t say anything. He detects a slight hint of pride on her face and grins widely. He knows they will talk about it another day, but for now, he allows himself to get sucked into the team celebrations. A sea of blue surrounds Marc, his little family that he now calls home. Someone is blasting music out of a speaker. Marc is singing at the top of his lungs, bouncing around with Alex, and pulling his crew into the celebration.

Before long, the booze is brought out. Two guys from the team grab Marc, holding him tight as they drench him in champagne, making him splutter and squirm in their arms. He is covered in the sticky liquid, wiping at his eyes in a failed attempt to see. Dani, Dovi, and Jorge are still with them, watching on with proud expressions. Another bottle of champagne is dumped over Marc’s head, and he cackles loudly, his elation spilling over. He has missed this. Marc drinks some of the sweet liquid from the bottle being poured into his mouth. Once he is released, he turns his attention to Alex and the crew, and an evil smile is on his face. Marc aims for revenge but somehow gets more drenched in the process. He couldn’t care less; happiness bubbling inside of him.

He feels like a weight has been lifted, in more ways than one. He won a race again; he effectively told the media to fuck off. He giggles a little, champagne going straight to his head and making him giddy. He hands the bottle to Dovi and Dani, goading them to drink some before he thoroughly soaks them straight after. Jorge glares at him for that. Marc can’t find it within himself to give a shit.

It’s Alex who shows him, once the champagne has been put away and the towels handed out. He shoves his phone into Marc’s hands with no preamble. Marc squints at the screen and almost chucks the phone back at his brother. On-screen, Valentino is giving an interview, it’s clearly from this weekend, after the race. Marc wonders what the hell Alex is thinking. He shoots his brother a look, silently asking.

“Just listen to it”, Alex implores.

Marc sighs, unimpressed by Alex’s demands. He doesn’t want to see whatever Valentino has said to the press; he’s sure it won’t be nice. He presses play anyway. Once the video loads, Marc can’t tear his eyes away. Valentino looks deflated as if the wind has been stolen from his sails. He looks sad. Marc strains his ears to listen intently to Valentino's rapid Italian, shock punching him in the stomach as he registers exactly what he is saying. Valentino compliments Marc’s race and his win, even suggesting that races like this were what made him one of the greats.

One of the greats.

Marc thinks he might have hit his head, maybe he’s in a coma and this is some weird dream. On his screen, Valentino looks into the camera and says that Marc is brave to have faced all his life adversities and come out smiling, which the average person would not be able to manage. The real kicker is what happens next. Valentino apologises, live on air. Claiming that he was sorry his actions had caused such turmoil in Marc’s life and asking the media to respect his privacy and be kind. Marc drops the phone.

The cynical part of Marc’s brain screams that Valentino is being superficial, an easy way to make himself look good. The rational part admits that the Valentino he knows could never apologise in private, let alone in front of millions of people in a public interview. He’s serious about this. This is his way of proving he is sorry. It makes him feel hesitant.

(It makes him feel a tiny bit pleased and possessive that Valentino would admit that in front of everyone).

He bends down to pick up the phone, smiling sheepishly as he hands it back to Alex. Deep down he knows it is an olive branch from Valentino, but he will have to do more than that to win Marc’s trust back. The older man has caused too much hurt to be fixed in one simple interview. At this point, Marc doesn’t know if he will be able to rekindle their friendship, no matter how much he loves Valentino.

Once the track celebrations have died down, they make plans for the evening. Soon enough, Marc finds himself strolling into a local club with Alex in tow. The lighting is low and red, very red. It casts everything in an atmospheric hue which screams drama and sex; Marc grins at the thought. Strobe lights shine in time to the throbbing bass, illuminating the floor in flashes. Opposite the entrance is a large bar stocked with every type of alcohol Marc could think of. A sprawling dance floor is already filled with writhing bodies. Across the room, tucked into a quieter corner, there are elaborate tables and booths of plush leather with golden details. Marc guesses this is what money buys.

He beelines to the bar, dragging Alex with him. He has to lean over the counter to shout his order, smiling at the bartender who stares with wide eyes. When they return with his drinks, Marc promptly chugs the first of the two drinks he ordered. He grins as he places the cup down, unabashed. Alex reaches around him to take his own drink before he tugs Marc back onto the floor.

They make their way towards the table which the team have claimed, Marc, clutching his drink in one hand and holding onto Alex’s shirt with the other. People cheer as the brothers approach, slapping Marc’s back and shouting greetings at them both. Dovi is already there and when their eyes meet, he raises his drink in a toast. Marc sips some of the sweet alcohol, allowing himself to relax. He is still in the afterglow of his win, practically buzzing with it. The weekend has been tough, but after 3 years without a win, he deserves this.

Most of the Gresini team are here to celebrate Marc’s victory with him. Marc takes the time to search the vicinity for familiar faces. He lights up when he spots Frankie walking towards the group carrying more drinks and pulls him into a warm hug. There are also several other teams and pilots, Marc thinks he sees Pecco in the distance. The alcohol is free-flowing from pretty early on in the evening, so it’s not long before Marc is feeling loose and tipsy. He allows people to grasp him, shouting congratulations in his ear. Marc feels happy.

Dani and Jorge turn up half an hour late, looking slightly flushed. Dovi smirks at them but Dani steps on his foot before he can comment. Marc and Alex grin. No one says a word.

They lose Alex at some point. Upon a quick scan of the area, Marc spots him chatting away with Franco, which is certainly a turn of events. Alex is talking excitedly, hands moving rapidly as he does. Franky is watching with rapt fascination, his face slightly awed. And gross. Since when were they a thing? He makes a mental note to grill his brother at a later date. Preferably once he’s drunk. He looks away. A head of brunette curls catches his eye in the crowd, Marc really hopes that’s not who he thinks it is. He swallows around the discomfort in his throat and suddenly feels way too sober. Consequently, he offers to get the next round, forcing his friends to come with him.

Dovi slots himself against Marc’s back as he orders, talking to Dani and Jorge animatedly as he does so. Those two have given up being subtle at this point, Jorge’s hand on Dani’s waist as they talk. Marc is happy for them; they seem to be made for one another with their shared understanding of each other’s lives and passions. It is a good fit. They are sickeningly domestic; Jorge looks at Dani like he’s the whole universe. It makes Marc’s chest ache a little.

He focuses instead on handing each man their drink, indicating that the bill should be added to his tab. Dovi takes his drink and smacks a kiss onto Marc’s cheek, laughing when he pulls a disgusted face.

“Thanks, babe”, Dovi says, amusement colouring his voice. Marc sticks his tongue out.

Jorge scoffs, “Get a room, guys.”

Dovi grins back at him, a little sharp around the edges.

“Ah, maybe we will”, he retorts.

Marc smirks, chipping into the teasing conversation, “It will be right next to yours”.

Marc laughs, loud and delighted, at the grossed-out look on Jorge’s face. Dani starts giggling, muttering something about Marc probably being loud. Marc doesn’t deny it. He’s still chuckling to himself when he realises that the others have fallen oddly quiet. Dani is staring at something over Marc’s shoulder, his eyes wide. Marc turns to look behind him, only to stumble when he sees Valentino a few steps away, his face sour.

Valentino closes the gap a little more, eyes flicking between the group of four. He looks way too sober to be here. His eyes look dull without their trademark spark of humour. Marc wonders why he’s come. Valentino’s voice is calmly controlled when he asks to speak to Marc but even he cannot conceal the flash of irritation when Dovi replies first.

“No, Rossi. Leave him alone for once in your life”, Dovi seethes.

Valentino looks like he’s going to argue, the familiar anger building behind his eyes. But to Marc’s surprise, he exhales harshly, dropping his gaze to the floor before he turns on his heels and stalks away. It leaves Marc feeling adrift, the haze of alcohol lifting and leaving behind pure confusion. What could Valentino want so badly and why did he leave without a fight? It was so unlike him.

He thinks back on the interview from earlier, the easy way Valentino had praised Marc, had defended him. Now this, his uncharacteristic calmness and walking away from an argument. Marc doesn’t understand what it means. He puts his head in his hands and groans. Things could never be simple, could they? He turns back to the others, who are staring at him with looks of sympathy and pity. He can’t stand it. Instead, he gestures to the tables, determined to forget about it all for the next few hours.

Marc has lost track of the number of drinks he’s had; at some point, people had begun pressing them into his hands- the perks of winning. He’s been dragged onto the dance floor by someone and is happily swaying his hips to the beat. He had lost his friends a while ago, he assumes they are back at the table rather than dancing (too old or something). Instead, he finds himself with a very drunk Bezzecchi and a substantially more sober (although definitely tipsy) Pecco.

Bez is careless as he happily dances with Marc, his hands all over the Spaniard as he bounces to the music. When they had first bumped into each other on the dancefloor, Bez had fluttered around awkwardly, as if unsure about what he was allowed. Pecco had pulled Marc into a tipsy hug, grinning at him and staying by his side and Bez had taken this as permission. It’s no secret that the Italian is a touchy person, and clearly, he now feels content to be as close to Marc as physically possible. Hence Marc is dancing with two Italians who can’t keep their hands to themselves. He is too drunk to care. He feels eyes on him all evening, burning hot attention. He cannot identify who it is.

At some point, Celestino joins their group. Marc is unfamiliar with the younger rider since he has not yet made the step to the higher class. But Bez is clearly fond of him. The two are plastered together from the minute he arrives, giving Marc some needed breathing room. He laughs at their clinginess. They were clearly made for each other, he says as much to Pecco, who just laughs knowingly. Marc cannot help the sense of contentment he feels, alongside the slither of sadness that he has been missing out on this. He is not sure he can lose the fondness he has gained for the other riders this weekend. He hopes he won’t have to.

Bez turns to Marc, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Can you stop Vale from being so grumpy? I do not want to do more laps next time we train”, he slurs, drawing out the ‘e’ in Valentino’s name.

“What?”, Marc asks.

“I don’t know. He has been moody all day. Pecco is not talking to him, Luca is being odd. Now he is staring daggers at us for no reason. I do not like it. I want us to be normal.”, Bez grumbles. Marc thinks he sounds a bit like a child when he is drunk and cranky.

Bez frowns, as if deep in thought.

“Although you can stay.”, he decides.

“I like you more than I thought. He is obsessed with you though. It’s always Marc this, or Marquez that. Anyone would think he was jealous with the way he goes on-”

Bez’s monologue is prematurely cut off by Pecco slapping a hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying much else. But the damage is done, Marc stands with his mouth agape, staring at the Italians. Belatedly, Marc thinks it's rather sweet that Bez already appears fond of him, although that could be alcohol speaking. His brain is stuck on the idea that Valentino is obsessed with him, that he talks about him, and that the boys think he is jealous. Jealous of what, Marc is not sure. Thinking about it makes his head spin. Suddenly, he feels like he desperately needs some fresh air.

He turns on his heel and pushes through the crowd, distantly aware of Pecco scolding Bez in his periphery. He’s hot and sweaty when he eventually escapes the dance floor. He picks his way across the room, stumbling out the back, which is blissfully empty. He gulps in the fresh air, allowing it to cool his clammy skin. Marc is too drunk to fathom the words Bez has just said.

Marc doesn’t know how long he has been standing there, staring into space, when he hears the door open and close behind him and the warm press of another body. He jerks backwards, his eyes bugging when he realises that Valentino has joined him. The older man looks worse for wear, yet somehow still gorgeous. His normally startling blue eyes are clouded, and he is swaying slightly on the spot. Marc groans internally. Now is the worst possible time for this to happen. Marc has consumed far too much alcohol for this and Valentino undoubtedly has too.

“Marc,” Valentino says his name like a prayer. It makes Marc shiver slightly, much to his dismay. Valentino clocks it immediately, whispering his name again and stepping closer.

Marc inches backwards.

“Marc, Marc please listen to me”, Valentino pleads.

“What do you want Vale?”, he responds. His voice is deeper than he expected. He clears his throat. He kicks himself for letting the nickname slip out. Valentino takes another step forward and sinks to his knees.

Marc freezes, his mouth hanging open as he stares at where Valentino is kneeling in front of him. He feels hot under the collar and really, he should not be turned on by this, not now. Not when it’s Valentino.

His eyes are wide and so, so blue as he looks up at Marc, the outside lights illuminating his face. He looks ethereal. Marc is so fucked.

“Please, Marc”, Valentino begins.

“Just give me a chance, I would do anything. I have been an asshole, such an asshole. Cazzo, I promise I didn’t know. I will have the journalists fired. I will make sure whoever leaked this loses their jobs. I will do anything.”, Valentino pleads.

“You had nothing to do with this then. You didn’t set your people on me again?”

“I didn’t know. I was blinded by my jealousy and inadequacy. I am so tired of channelling my anger into something that happened years ago. I promise I'm going to work on it”, he is slurring now, looking more defenceless than Marc has ever seen him.

Marc sighs, torn between his heart and his head.

“And the text”, he whispers.

“What text?”, Valentino asks, confusion marring his voice.

Marc pulls out his phone, showing Valentino the singular message he had received earlier in the weekend. His face drops when he sees the number.

“Bastard”, Valentino seethes. Marc watches him carefully, but only sees the truth in his eyes, he sighs.

“Someone, you do know, I assume?”, Marc enquires.

Valentino nods slowly, he winces slightly, shifting on his knees, still peering up at the younger man.

“Uccio. He has led me astray for too long. He may be my best friend but he holds a grudge.”

Marc raises an eyebrow, challenging Valentino.

“That’s rich coming from you.”, he comments. Vale winces.

“Just give me a chance. I will do anything you want Marc. I will spend every second of the rest of my life proving myself to you. I miss you. I miss your smile and your laughter. Every time you walk past, I cannot help but stare. When you get on a bike it is like I am a moth drawn to a flame. You are addictive to me. I will no longer hide from it. The past is the past. It is behind us, now I am asking for your forgiveness. Forgiveness I should have sought a decade ago. I will not stop until you can see that I mean it. However long it takes.”

Marc is saved from replying as the door bangs open. He startles at the noise, whirling around to see who it is. Luca stands in the doorway, rooted to the spot, gaping openly at Marc and his brother, who is still on the floor. He glances between the two, before setting his gaze on Valentino.

“Valentino what are you doing?”, he says slowly, as if talking to a child.

“What does it look like I’m doing” Valentino hisses back. “You said I should get on my knees and beg if I have to. So here I am.”

Marc can only watch in stunned silence. He turns to Luca

“Is he sick? Dying? Being blackmailed?”, he asks, a pleading tone in his voice.

“Nope he’s just drunk and stupid”, Luca replies, shaking his head at Valentino, who has finally clambered back to his feet.

(Marc isn’t disappointed)

(He isn’t)

“Ah, Okay.” Marc murmurs, still baffled. Valentino scowls at Luca but before he can comment, Luca has him by the arm and is pushing him towards Franky, who has stuck his head outside the door. Alex isn’t far behind him, peeking over his shoulder at the commotion.

“Look after him”, Luca demands. Alex and Franky have moved fully outside now, coming to stand next to the others, watching Valentino warily.

“But-” Franky begins to protest. Luca cuts him off.

“You can fuck Alex after, I’ll sort him out in a minute. I need to talk to Marc”, he grouses.

Marc groans but then looks at his brother, smirking as Alex turns bright red. He is unable to resist the quip.

“Be safe little brother. You know use a-”, he starts. Alex slaps a hand over his mouth, glaring. It makes Marc giggle, his inner turmoil momentarily forgotten.

“Shut up, Marc” he grits out, but cannot help the fond amusement that radiates off him. Marc continues to giggle, unaware of Valentino’s lovestruck face as he is handed over to Franky. Alex rolls his eyes and leaves, patting Franky and whispering something in his ear on his way back inside. The two Italians follow, Franky almost dragging Valentino away.

Luca has his hand on his forehead when Marc glances back at him, looking way more stressed than anyone should on a night out. He looks up at Marc and smiles, looking slightly embarrassed.

“You did well today. You should be proud.” Luca remarks with the kindness Marc has come to know him for. He smiles at the younger, who goes on.

“I’m sorry about Vale. He is trying you know? I know my brother normally has his head up his ass but I’ve never seen him this crazy about anyone but you. I get it if you can’t do it anymore. But I know love when I see it”, he blurts.

Marc is stunned. Love? Surely not. His heart aches in his chest. Before he can question it any further, or dispute it because there is no way that Valentino loves him, Luca turns and leaves, undoubtedly to go find Vale and take him home. With that, all Marc can do is get spectacularly pissed.

So, he does.

He knocks back drink, after drink, after drink. He doesn’t see Alex again for the rest of the night, Marc makes a face at the thought of where he has gone. Luca has taken Vale home. Marc has stayed with the others, celebrating with the team into the early hours. The way it should be. Yet he can’t help but feel like something is missing.

He stumbles back to his motorhome at some stupid hour. Jorge and Dani make sure he gets back safe, taking him from the club back to the track before they head off to the hotel. His memories feel hazy as he tries to fit the key into the lock, failing several times until it finally clicks into place. He remembers doing shots with some of the academy boys, dancing with Fabio (he vaguely recalls being on a table), and sloppily kissing someone. He’s pretty sure he told Dani and Jorge that they’d be great parents one day since they were looking after him so well. Dani had laughed hard whilst leaning on Jorge, who was blushing. Marc feels happy. So happy. He pointedly does not think about Valentino.

Once he is in the motorhome, he staggers through the front room and into his bedroom. He falls into bed after stripping off most of his clothes and drifts into a dreamless sleep.

#motogp #marc marquez #rosquez #motogp rpf #my fics #medical leak au #valentino rossi #really happy with this #come talk to me about it #pleaseeeee #dovquez #pedrenzo

29 notes · View notes

scrollonso · 4 months ago

Text

for certain legal reasons i can't respond to op... so i'll be commenting here! thx xx

@formulapookie 😸

NOT ONLY DID MARCO LEAN FORWARD BUT HE MADE HIMSELF SMALLER.

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND

HE LOWERED HIS GAZE FROM MARC'S EYES TO HIS BODY.

IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE BC WDYM HSHSAHJASJXJAZAJ

ok let me continue analyzing it

"GET A BETTER LOOK" YES.

HE LEANED FORWARD WITH THE INTENT OF LOOKING AT MARC. JUST MARC.

THE LAST TIMES WE'VE SEEN MARCMARC AT THESE PRESS CONS TOGETHER BEZ HAS REFUSED TO EVEN LOOK AT MARC WHILE HES SPEAKING.

HE'S BEEN CHOOSING TO IGNORE MARC'S EXISTANCE BC WE KNOW HE'S WELL AWARE OF IT YET ACTIVELY DECIDED TO STARE INTO THE CROWD OF REPORTERS.

UNTIL NOW.

nvm i checked the date and im backtracking but what i said still stands...

MARCO DOESN'T CARE THAT MARC REFUSES TO PAY HIM ANY MIND

REFUSES TO CALL HIM HIS NAME.

REFUSES TO GIVE HIM ANY OUNCE OF THE RESPECT, THE ATTENTION, THE PRAISE THAT HE SO OBVIOUSLY CRAVES FROM THOSE AROUND HIM.

MARC INCLUDED.

IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT HE'S VALE'S BOY. DOESN'T MATTER THAT THIS IS THE LITTLE BASTARD MARC MARQUEZ IS TALKING ABOUT BECAUAE BEZ CRAVES HIS TOUCH ALL THE SAME.

give me a second to watch the press con...

ok so i'm at school so my connection is so bad and i keep having to deal w the video buffering but this is what ive seen so far

marco's go-to method is to look at pecco first then marc then turn and look away like he just got caught doing something he isnt supposed to

marc went on about smth (i couldnt hear bc my audio is down so low but it doesnt matter) and the whole time marco was leaned forward either looking at him or around him

when marc mentioned pointing at the sky for his grandfather marco looked at him again

he keeps like catching himself staring when the camera is on him and getting embarrassed then "fixing it" so he's looking literally anywhere else

you know when you can see someone but you dont wanna stare and make it obvious so you try and nonchalantly look over? yeah thats what marco is doing this whole press con.

and even though marc refuses to call him his name, to say marco while bez is so quick to say marc, marco continues to watch him.

like he did in 2015. like he did when he took that picture with marc in qatar. watching from afar, as if marc is this god, unable to be touched, to be dirtied, to be whatever the fuck else i cant think rn i'm doing this instead of classwork

moral of the story, bez puts himsself second and marc third. you cant fake your body language, whether he's leaning forward to hear the questions better or to be more comfortable or whatever he'd say if you asked

his eyes are on marc. and if they arent they're finding their way to marc. even if its just for a fleeting second he's unable to stay away for long.

ty now i have to do college prep work xx

#bai >-<#kats chattin shit #motogp #marcmarc #bezquez #marco bezzecchi #marc marquez #mm93 #mb72 #im insane #brainrot #thats what this is

42 notes · View notes

ray935sworld · 3 hours ago

Text

Visiting an old friend

Rosquez, Vale & Sic

25.12 Winter writing

Content information: the following writing includes Vale talking to Sic at his grave (no counter interaction). If this is something you're not comfortable with or that might triggers you, do not read.

I know some people or more hesitant when it comes to these topic. I don't mean any disrespect. I wrote this as part of a coping mechanism.

"Hey buddy, long time no seen" Vale said as he sat down opposite his old friend. "And I am completely aware that this is all my fault. So I apologize"

He smiled and felt the warmth he got in return. The other wasn't angry. He never was. He was just happy he was here now.

"You know, I... Funny story. I actually still thought our little meetings were a secret from Marc. But my dear husband told me to tell you that he says hi"

He remembered just a little bit earlier. "Give me a little bit time" he had whispered at Marc's ear when he kissed him awake. It was the early hours in the morning. 5.30 am. But he couldn't keep sleeping and he didn't want to miss Christmas breakfast with their little ones.

"I promise you I'm back in 2 hours" he kissed him again and saw his husband's calm smile as he nodded. "I know." he whispered as he burried his head back in the cushion. Soon enough their little whirlwinds would wake up and the peace was on the past.

He was just about to leave, already changed and the car keys in the pocket when Marc added "Tell him I said hi, will you? Tell him we miss him."

He felt a sadness pool in his stomach. All this time, every time he had made up a dumb excuse why he had to leave for a few hours weren’t needed. Of course he knew. And he had been respectful about it and didn't ask.

He smiled at him. It had been the perfect response. "I will"

And now he sat opposite him again.

"So... Hi from Marc. They miss you" he said and leaned back. "I miss you too..." he started to feel sad but right now he dint wasn't to be sad.

He quickly changed the subject. "Especially cause you'd have a field day with the way I stress out over the races at the moment" he chuckled.

"Seriously. My dear, sweet husband - Don't get me wrong. I am overjoyed that he's doing better and he's feeling happy on the bikes again. Finally he got that spark back, you know what I mean - and oh, we fuck like rabbits again. The boys already judge me for asking them to babysit that often.

He remembered Luca's and Pecco's looks after asking if they would like some uncles - nieces bonding time after Marc won his first race in years.

"But he's back to riding like - well almost like he used to. I can't imagine he'll be more careful next year. For the record I am not complaining! I am 100% supporting him. It's just - he'll be on a factory Ducati so I feel like I'm going to be gray a lot sooner than I thought"

He was almost as happy as he was concerned about him on a Ducati. But he could finally fight a title and he wouldn't be the one stopping him.

"I just feel sorry for Pecco. Bet he's going to complain to me the whole year. 10€!" He knew the other would accept that bet. He grinned.

"But at least I have an argument against Marc now. Okay, to his credit, he's more... I wouldn't say more careful on track but he's less stupid. Yes, that's it. Our little princess really keep him grounded. You should see him. He comes home and is immediately hugging and cuddling them"

He grinned, remembering how his little girls had tried to stay awake until their papa returned. Just when he had heard the car pull up, he had softly woken them up.

He had let them go first and just after seconds, the bags abandoned in the car, Marc had both his arms full with their little girls. He had kissed and hugged them and kissed them some more.

Vale ended up talking a lot about his little family and their adventures since his last visit. Then he went on about his other children.

"Ah and Franky - you wouldn't believe it. He finally got his shit together and asked Andrea out. Took him only 13 years or so of pinning. I bet that's a new record" he laughed.

"And now Marc is working on getting Cele and Bez together. I promise you, he should have been a dating coach."

He let time pass. The conversation was flowing. He talked about everything he could think off until there was nothing left. He didn't had anything else sitting on his soul.

That might be the worst and best moment of the whole visit. He knew there was nothing left to say. He didn't feel guilty about leaving. On the contrary, he felt lighter, more free. He was happy to see his family and spent Christmas together.

"I guess, it's time" he said, standing up. "Take care, will you? Be kind. Promise me, you're not causing too much of a chaos, amiche. Maybe a little. A little is needed but don't overdue it."

He laughed about his own words. "Do you hear that? I'm really getting old. But anyway..."

He leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. But his lips didn't met skin. He didn't even met the thick curls they used to touch. He felt the cold stone against his lips.

"I miss you, my friend. Really. Terribly. But I'll take my time to meet you again properly. But when I do meet you again and you give me a big hug, I'll have thousand of stories to tell you."

Looking at the stone infront of him for one last time. He knew he would be here again in a week to whish him a happy new year.

"And sent Nicky my greeting too, alright?" he said. "Merry christmas Marco "

He smiled at the stone, imagining it wasn't just his name and the letters and numbers that used to hunt him in his sleep but the man himself standing infront of him before he drove him for Christmas.

Marco Simoncelli

20.01.1987 - 23.10.2011

#motogp #marc marquez #valentino rossi #rosquez #motogp rpf #winter writing #ray's writing #marco simoncelli

13 notes · View notes

hotmessmaxpress · 10 months ago

Text

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

59 notes · View notes

myrquez · 7 months ago

Note

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 🤠

25 notes · View notes

coimbrabertone · 7 months ago

Text

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

22 notes · View notes

toffee-and-tandoori · 6 days ago

Note

hello hannah i am here in your inbox once again and i am of course bringing you a the last dinner party song theory

you know i’m a sod for happy stories and i can’t stand sad things at all. everything fic read has to have a happy ending otherwise i will not read it. it gets to a point where when a fic is getting too sad, i actually scroll all the way to the end to see how it ends. it’s so awful but i need super sad angst followed by the happiest of endings.

however, that being said, nothing matters by the last dinner party, imo, is a really good angsty marcnaia song depending on how you interpret it. the whole theme of careless sex and other people still somehow being involved in the relationship is perfect, as well as the parts that talk about the two people being alike (and i especially love the metaphor about motorbikes ajshsh). imo the more you listen to this song and understand it, the more sad it gets and the more relatable it is to the two of them.

butttt (since i’m still a sod), the song does get happier and becomes more about love and passion and being carefree and maybe that means something here🫢

anyway i’m very much looking forward to seeing your reaction and to reading your mini essay/fanfic, i always enjoy those and i hope applications to psych residencies are going/went well <3

ahhh lee first of all thank you for the well wishes! so far i've had quite a few interviews at some great programs and overall i think things are going well <3

also i must say i am the EXACT same way about needing a happy ending with any fic i read (but for some reason i gravitate towards the more tragic ships like brocedes, pierresteban, rosquez, etc...like why do i do this to myself lmao). if there's not enough detail in the tags i WILL skip to the last few lines. and yes to the angiest angst to ever angst followed by happy endings, the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff - fix-it fics are just SO HEALING for me (the irony of me yearning for fix-it/angst with a happy ending fics and wanting to be a psychiatrist is not lost on me...).

and lee i will never judge you for any ship you have but i must confess...marcnaia is just NOT for me (except maybe in very specific, purely non-sexual and platonic [at best] ways). with VERY few exceptions, i am a ''one ship per person' kinda girl and rosquez has captured my heart (and with pecco i've recently become enlightened to pecco/luca which feels so obvious in hindsight). also i interpret pecco as having way too much repressed energy to be as carefree as the song suggests (i also might lack respect for pecco as a rider lmao whoops) and imo marc would refuse to settle for anything less than the best (which is unfortunately valentino).

HOWEVER even if it is not MY personal view, with a more neutral lens i can see what you mean about the song describing to how they attempt to fill the valentino- and luca-shaped voids (oooh how rich that they're pining for brothers haha) with each other. especially since for marc, pecco is valentino's successor while for pecco, marc is luca's predecessor. so they're like proxy versions of the person they really want...juicy. for me i can't go any further than platonic for marcnaia but lee please feel more than free to do you <3

also i can't help but latch onto the "i hope they never understand us" line with marcnaia because all the theorizing about how their teammates era will end up is hilarious to me and i hope there is never a clear understanding for how they are as teammates. i mean, i've seen everything from the bestest of besties (lmao) to somehow being more volatile than rosquez (also lmao). imo it'll be the most milquetoast pair of all time...but i hope marc kills pecco with kindness without sparing a second thought and as a result pecco's haunted and miserable (affectionate?...maybe?).

lee i genuinely hope this at least somewhat fulfills your desires even if went about it in what is probably a MUCH different way than you were envisioning (i.e. i somehow still made it about rosquez haha). please do not let my personal views of marcnaia stop you from sharing your thoughts with me because i love to read what you have to say <3

[btw "nothing matters" was the first last dinner party song i ever heard and i immediately fell in love! it actually played randomly on the radio while i was driving home and i was like "oh what is this???" and had to repeat the lyrics to myself so i could look them up when i got home. truly a banger!]

[also lee i responded to the questions you posed in our previous discussion about the pierresteban/rosquez fic-esque thing if you want to take a look]

#asked and answered!

16 notes · View notes

toni-peperoni · 2 months ago

Text

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.

________________

"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

11 notes · View notes

batsplat · 6 months ago

Note

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

5 notes · View notes

moonshynecybin · 8 months ago

Note

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

88 notes · View notes

fall0utmind · 13 days ago

Note

Ch 9

So funny story, I definitely didn't forget to send the ask about this ch when it first went up 😅

This has been sitting in my notes for however long it's been

Gen wondering how the fuck I forgot about it 😒

So back to the usual

Had a lot of fun with this ch😁

Finally he won😭😭😭

Yessss

It was destined obviously

he can’t hear any boos, Marc wonders what that means.

I also wonder what that means🤔 have the Italians learnt to think finally?

Instead, he stares directly into the cameras as he confirms the truth of the articles

God I love that entire paragraph, I imagine he'll be someone to look up to for younger riders struggling with their mental health

I have been slandered by the press, stalked, and harassed.

Give me a list, I just wanna talk😁🔪

I will always be more than the comments and the press, but I am a real person, with real feelings, and a family who love me

Girl just how true that is when it comes to irl people don't treat celebrities like real people

Valentino compliments Marc’s race and his win, even suggesting that races like this were what made him one of the greats.

Claiming that he was sorry his actions had caused such turmoil in Marc’s life and asking the media to respect his privacy and be kind

Hope that's just the beginning of his apologies

As always loving dovquez

No, Rossi. Leave him alone for once in your life”

Protective, I like it😏

Marc cannot help the sense of contentment he feels, alongside the slither of sadness that he has been missing out on this

Sad, glad he has more people in his corner

Bez’s monologue is prematurely cut off by Pecco slapping a hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying much else.

No, we want to hear more😏

I was blinded by my jealousy and inadequacy.

Now if only he'd say that irl

Gonna answer this now!!

@cassndra93 my friend, I am so sorry. I read this, thought about replying, and then promptly forgot. It did make me so very happy to read though as per usual.

Very very glad you all liked the win!!!

Lmao the Italians finally gaining some comprehension skills??? Shocking (sorry if anyone's Italian guys, I fucking love Italy and Italians but for the sake of this fic , some vale fans are silly (irl too))

Ah I'm so glad you mentioned the interview paragraph with marc telling everyone how it is. I added that quite late on as I was writing as I thought it was fitting so I'm happy that you feel it added to the fic!

Actually hate how the media/fans treat celebs. People forget that they are real people and it drives me insane. So I defo wanted to have that as a theme of this fic.

Dw so much more Valentino moping and guily to come. Even after ch10 where he finally apologises properly. And the academy boys are fighting for him. Alex and dovi are also completely done with Valentino so yknow. Lots of people fighting for Marc now which makes me 🫶🏼😊😊

Soooo happy to hear your thoughts as always!!

#motogp #marc marquez #rosquez #motogp rpf #my fics #medical leak au #valentino rossi #andrea dovizioso #marco bezzecchi

11 notes · View notes

red-ruth · 2 months ago

Text

Phillip Island Sprint

//Info//

13 laps

Dry Race /Flag2Flag

Pole: Jorge Martin

Winner: Jorge Martin

Fastest Lap: Jorge Martin (1:27.831 on Lap 7)

Dnfs: 7

Race Podium:

1 Jorge Martin (+12 pts)

+1.520s

2 Marc Marquez (+9 pts)

+2.848s

3 Enea Bastianini (+7 pts)

Championship Standings Post Race:

1 Jorge Martin (404 pts)

+16

2 Pecco Bagnaia (388 pts)

+68

3 Marc Marquez (320 pts)

4 Enea Bastianini (320 pts)

Tyres:

Everyone on Hard Front except for Rins and Mir

Everyone on Soft Rear except for Savadori, Bezzechi and Zarco

Given the fact that the top 11 all have hard front/soft rear tyres, it’s fair to say that was the best call for the race

Summary and Report below Read More

//Summary//

So Marc and Jorge both get decent starts from P2 and P1 respectively. However Jorge brakes hard to disengage the ride height device, and Marc (according to his post race interview) had to pick up the bike to avoid contact. Marc goes wide and loses a lot of places, by turn 2 he’s in P8.

Pecco gets a good start too, originally up to second after Marc goes wide, but goes wide a little himself, letting Bez through turn 1 and then Maverick through turn 2.

Maverick gets a bad start as per but is saved by Pecco and Marc going wide turn 1.

Jorge is leading with Bez in second.

By lap 2 Jorge has built to 0.800s gap.

Pecco (p3) held up by Bez who does some pretty spectacular defending.

Marc, at this point, is steadily regaining places. Multiple places within a single lap, and if you discount Jorge (who has clear track in front of him), he’s considerably faster than the rest of the field, and by lap 3 has got to p4.

Track limit warning Jorge (amounts to nothing unfortunately)

Pecco finally gets past Bez by lap 4 and into p2.

Marc, now chasing Bez, catches him so quickly (seriously his pace was really impressive), but is held up by Bez for half a lap or so, enabling Enea to catch the both of them up.

Marc does a really great pass on Bez on lap 5 into p3. Different line final corner by turning a little tighter into the straight, passes him in the acceleration. His line would have meant that Bez probably had more speed on the straight, however Marc nails the braking into turn 1 and makes the move stick.

Johan Zarco and A.Marquez both crash and retire, wasn’t shown on broadcast so I don’t know what happened. Far as I know they’re okay.

Marc closes the gap to Pecco and is held up for a few laps but Pecco gets the braking wrong and Marc puts it down the inside of him at turn 4 on lap 10, putting him P2.

Enea gets through on Pecco soon after so Pecco went from 2nd to 4th in only a few corners.

The gap between Marc and Jorge is at 3.0 seconds by the start of lap 11

Jack Miller crashes and retires (not shown in broadcast but found out post race it was from a seagull)

Marc pulls off immediately 0.9 seconds from Enea in p3 but Jorge is booking it

Pedro crashes and retires it was a high side while trying to save rear.

Marc has slightly better pace but Jorge keeps it within 3-2.5 seconds

Bez and Maverick have a massive massive crash lap 11. They were fighting for p5. Bez was defending really well (great defending from him all race). Maverick has a great run on him on the straight, passes him, however in the braking Bez’s front tyre collides with Mavericks rear and Bez essentially high sides directly into the concrete. They both slide into the gravel.

Very fast crash, over 200mph/320kmh. The bikes are totalled. Both Bez and Maverick went to the medical center following this, but they were conscious and moving. As what I’m guessing is a precaution, Bez was taken off on a stretcher.

Binder crashes in a slide and retires.

Because of the crash, there’s a yellow flag sector 1 which slightly slowed the pace of Jorge and Marc. However once that was cleared, he still wasn’t really catching him. Last lap, Marc is 2 seconds behind and by the checkered flag that was down to 1.5 seconds.

Diggi is given an 8 second penalty post race for tyre pressure which takes him from p5 to p9.

//Report//

So another Marc comeback. Woah. I understand what happened turn 1, a lot of other riders messed up that first turn. I half believe him with what he was saying about avoiding contact with Jorge, however in the same breath he was also calling it a mistake on his behalf. So to me I think it was a combination of a mistake he won’t outwardly admit to and Jorge’s braking to disengage the ride height device (send it to superhell MotoGP please).

Nevertheless, it cost him the race. Typical standard Marc Marquez comeback. Picking through the field immediately, even faster than I think he normally does which is fair given his confidence around this circuit and his pace all weekend. Honestly there was nothing else he could have done. He caught riders quickly, he passed them quickly at the first chance he got.

Jorge had insane pace. If he had got hold up by someone else even the first quarter of the race, entirely different outcome. But the gap he built from the start gave him such an advantage, and his sole competitor scrapping in traffic and using up his tyres meant that he basically sailed to victory. Strong performance from Jorge.

I hate to say it, I really thought Pecco was making the comeback he needed in the championship over these flyaways. Especially so since Motegi, and I know the gap hasn’t stretched by much, (from 10 points to 16), and Jorge has has a larger gap before, but this is the closest I’ve gotten to seeing Jorge actually believing he’ll win this in Valencia.

Pecco has been nowhere, frankly. He’s a rider who relies a lot on data, so this weekend being in such mixed conditions with not a lot of track time has put him on a serious back foot. His defending today really wasn’t up to standard, especially defending p2 and p3 from Marc and Enea, crucial positions for the championship fight. I know the both of them are traumatised from their dnfs under pressure, but I feel like they’ve now let the pressure get to them so much they’ve forgotten they’re in a championship fight. It’s like the both of them only truly believe in themselves once they’re out in front. Fortunately for us they both equally dominate within a weekend (Pecco in Motegi, and Jorge today for example) so technically there is still a championship fight. Unfortunately for us, you wouldn’t think it from watching the races, because they get five laps in, accept their position and are mentally already thinking about the next race instead of the one they’re bloody in. Today this cost Pecco even more than usual because he had Marc behind him, who has had an edge this weekend he doesn’t typically have. And Enea who was also looking fairly solid himself.

Hopefully, because Ducati will now have lots of data from the sprint, Pecco should do better tomorrow, but frankly who knows.

I think tomorrow, the winner will depend on whoever gets out front first and can build that gap. But honestly, even if the exact same thing happens to Marc tomorrow and he has to recover positions, he had the pace and he WAS faster than Jorge. He just didn’t have enough of an advantage on him to recover the ground within the laps he had. But we have a longer race tomorrow. I’ll expect some proper scrapping from those two :)

Quick mention on the incident between Maverick and Bez. Nasty nasty nasty crash. Maverick has been declared fit. Bez has no fractures but is been sent to Melbourne for a full check up. It’s still under investigation but I don’t know if there’s anyone at fault. I’ve now rewatched it a lot and from the helicopter footage you can see Bez hit the front break so hard (to avoid the contact) that his rear tyre actually lifts off the ground. But once it regrips there’s nothing he could do to correct himself in time and he’s sent flying over the back of Mavericks bike. Luckily, Maverick only got a slide but god Bez hit the ground hard. Seriously seriously hoping he’s okay, but yeah, in my opinion, nothing to be done about that. We’ll see what the stewards have to say.

#motogp #YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS PLEASE #Is it too long?#It took some time but it's really just me going off of my notes from the race and then collecting my thoughts #if i start regularly doing this I don't know wether I can go this in depth #normally races are pretty late at night for me so I wouldn't stay up too long to write out this much #anyway I would love some feedback or suggestions :)#or if anyone else would like to add on yess please share #I just want to yap about the racing I love this #nerd posts

7 notes · View notes