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ray935sworld · 5 days ago

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An unexpected guest

Soulmate AU marcmarc Part 8

Whole au here

17.12 winter writing

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

They have literally only been together for 5 days and Marc already managed to mess up.

But riding at a motorcycle at 300km/h didn't really let him have too many thoughts on it now. He gave himself the following straight to curse himself relentlessly.

Idiot. Yellow flag. Asshole. Yellow flag. Oh please let it stay yellow. He blinked quickly. Stay yellow. Fucking cunt. Idiot. Green flag. Ass-

And done. Sector clear. Blinked twice. He pushed the thought back. Done. No more flag means no more worries. It was okay. It was fine for now.

Now he just had to focus on bringing home a good result for Honda. One last time. It didn't even had to be a podium. Just a decent finish.

But he finished his last raceat Honda like many races in his career had ended. In the gravel.

He felt his bike leave the track. He felt how it just kicked his body off. It felt like a horse having enough from it's rider.

It was quick. Hurtful.

And it ended a lot for him. It ended his race. His season. His job as an active rider at the factory that he has been with since more than a decade. It also ended his professional partnership with so many amazing personas.

Like Santi. His mechanics. His engeers. Everyone he had spent years trying to make the bike work.

And now it was over. Just like this.

Sitting in the gravel, it hit him like a million rocks. He had been so caught up in saying good bye, loving Marco, preparing with Ducati that he forgot to realize that this was now really over.

He made his way back to the garage, more emotional than ever before. He got hugs and kissed on the head. Encouraging words and comfort.

Then he realized that nagging feeling in his chest wasn't from his DNF. Okay maybe not just from his DNF.

It was also from the fact that he ended the race of someone else. After literally not even 30 seconds. First turn bought the first DNF.

He had only needed one corner and a less than a week old relationship and he had immediately yeeted his own soulmate in the gravel.

He felt himself freeze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh double, triple, hyper fuck.

He stood there frozen in place. Hadn't he wanted to prove Marco that he was the exact opposite of what Rossi might have said about him? And now he had acted just like the version Rossi had always painted.

He felt himself panicking. Nerves hit him hard. Harder than he expected. He bit his lips, not even wanting to imagine what the older Spaniard might currently be telling Marc boyfriend.

But there was nothing he could do. He had seen Bez in his box, looking tired, hurt and fucked up about the situation. It was enough that Marc wanted to crawl inside a ditch never to be found again.

At the same time, all he wanted to do was run to him, apologies and hope he would believe him when he said it was an accident. He wanted to crawl in Marcos lap, cuddle him and apologize.

He wanted him to hold him so he could forget his DNF and the fact that it was his last race with Honda and instead focus on Bez being P3 in the standings.

At least he had proven that he wouldn't ride differently just cause they're dating, his brain submitted and he cursed his own thoughts for that one.

He sighted, knowing that his worries wouldn't help. Right now Bez was at his garage. He had already gotten changed so there was no way they could 'accidentally' meet when Marc got changed.

And the Italian was watching the race, already a smile on his face in celebration for his best friend.

And after that the actual celebration started.

"Today Marquez made me fall-" that was all Marc heard from his boyfriend about the incident. The words burned in his head. That was not good. That was so not good.

His fingers nervously hovered over the screen. He wanted to text him. Something anything!

But there was no answer. He sighed and decided to just go on about the rest of his day.

Marc: Hey, I'm sorry how today went. I didn't mean to crash you.

I'm sorry

Please I really didn't mean to. I never wanted to crash anyone. Especially not you.

I just hope your okay.

Please answer me when you read this so we can maybe talk if you want to?

I love you even if I'm an idiot

He celebrated with his team, had dinner, a party.

Then he watched the gala from his motorhome. Normally he didn't accre about that stuff, but now someone he cared about was standing on the stage.

His soulmate looked stunning. Absolutely handsome. He should wear a suit more often.

He wished he'd be there with him. He wanted to be the one walking next to him over that carpet.

For a moment he smiled, imagining his life if he wasn't a rider. Just a boyfriend. A wag. Or a hab or whatever the male equivalent was.

He'd be happy to be a wag if he was Bezs wag. He could stand in the garage, looking at the races, looking worried. Annoy some people. Being in the ears of Marcos team until they gave him a yapp prohibition.

There wouldn't be tention. He wouldn't be there enemy. Just another friendly face.

Maybe he'd be a mechanic in Cevera. He'd be living a normal life with his motogp star boyfriend. No one asking for pictures or autographs. He would be able to move to Italy without feeling like a whole nation despises him.

He sighed, knowing that this life wasn't on the table. He was just looking for a way to not deal with the current trouble and drama.

An hour passes. Another hour went by and he still hadn't heard from his boyfriend. He assumed he was out with Pecco, his team and the academy, celebrating.

He had also celebrated with his team.

So he knew it could take a while and he didn't hold it against him. Afterall he didn't care when Marco came to him. He only cared if he actually came.

Maybe he was angry at him, for crashing him. He wouldn't hold it against him. But still... He just hoped they would be okay.

But when he returned, late at night, there was still no sigh. No text. No call. No Bez. And it worried him. He probably had already messed up.

He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep like this. So he stayed awake,

Then someone knocked on the door.

Then again. He heard voices. Multiple. Not just one which could have been his boyfriend. And he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Then he opened the door, faced with Valentino Rossi and he decided it wasn't good. There was a hateful expression on the Italians face.

Okay that wasn't just not good. This was really, really fucking bad.

But at least he had Bez with him. A very, very drunk Bez, leaning against the older Italian. But his face lit up when he saw Marc. He smiled, his grin reaching far above his ears. His eyes were shining.

Unlike Vale who still had the biggest "Fuck you" expression in his eyes.

"Eh-" "So you are not just fucking my title but also my students?" Rossi asked, his voice colder than titanic water. "EEEYYYY!" Bez intervened immediately. "Not studentsssssss. Just me. Only me. FOREVER ONLY ME!" "Yeah he better. Or it'll be his last fuck"

Great.

"And we haven't even fucked" Marco continued and the Spaniard suddenly realized that disappearing into the ground would actually be the best option.

"He wants to woo me. And we had the race. But now there's no more racing so he can finally fuck me into the mattress. Or I fuck him. That'd be even better. I reeeallllly want to fuck him. Like reeeeaaaal hard."

And with that disappearing in the ground was still not enough. He saw how the eye brows of the older Italian were raised. His mouth slight open as if he was about to say something but didn't know what anymore.

Same Rossi. Same.

He swallowed hard. Fuck, silence would just make this more awkward. So he decided to act like that hadn't just been sat.

"Hi... So... Ehm... He told you? About us?" Which definitely was the wrong decisions, based on Vale's look. "No. I can read his mind. What do you think dibshit?"

Even better.

"He refused to stay anywhere except at your place. So can he stay here or should he sleep outside?"

"No. Fuck, no of course not." Okay, sort your mind. Get in line. Act polite and like the perfect son in law. Quickly he stepped aside to let him through and close the door again.

He then stepped towards Marcos other side, carefully trying to take his other side to stabilize him. "I'll help you-" he wanted to offer but got interrupted quickly. "I can carry my boys on my own."

Perfect. New record to offend Rossi. Actually he probably had a negative time with this one. After all he definitely had already offended him by dating one of his students.

Not that he as a person cared. He didn't care what Rossi thought about him or if he approved his relationships or not. He couldn't care less actually. But Marco cared about his opinion. He was important to Marco so Marc had to play nice and somehow try to get this together. So his opinion was important to him to.

He quietly guided Vale to the bedroom where the older placed the curly head rider.

"Mmmmmh" Marco exclaimed. His eyes were closed as he burried his head in Marc's pillow and sheets. "Smells like Marc" "Are you happy?" Vale asked, kneeling next to the bed, eye to eye with his boy.

His voice was soft. Filled with love and care. Marc was standing at the door, give them space, contemplating to leave to give them privacy or staying. He stayed. Just to watch the relationship unfold.

Vale pushed a strain of hair out the drunk ones face and whispered something Marc couldn't understand. Then he stood up, giving Bez a kiss on the forehead. "Love you, papa" the boy whispered and Vale grinned.

"Love you too, bambino. Now get some sleep." "Okay... Where's Marc? Need to cuddle Marc or I can't sleep." he sounded pounding. Like a child that was frustarted about something.

The Spaniard was about to step forward when Vale pulled him back. "No worries. He'll be there soon. I just need a word with him"

And kill him, Marc added in his head. This couldn't end well. Nothing of this could actually go well at this moment. Vale was clearly pissed - at least he seemed to only be pissed at Marc. Not Bez. That was a win.

But still. He had to somehow handle this. He had to figure this out before Marco got a mental break down.

"So... You're dating Marco" Vale said, leaning against a cupboard. His eyes dark. Arms crossed infront of his chest.

"Yes. I am" he said and felt like a child under the older man's eyes. Where was that fucking 8 time World champion confidence when he needed it?

But this wasn't about a championship or a race or racing or something like this. This was about something even bigger and more important.

Marco.

"I want you to break up with him." It felt like a break in his heart. "You're not good for him and we both know that you will hurt him. Physically. Mentally. Both. Everything. You will hurt him in every way imagineable."

It sucked all air out of him. No. No he wouldn't. He wouldn't hurt Marco, never him.

"In the end it's Bez that will suffer. You're just going to move on. But he - my boy - you will break him"

"I-" No. He had no idea. He felt anger rise in him. It wasn't like that. He wasn't like that. "How fucking dare you?" he shot back. He won't hurt Marco. No matter what he had to do, he wouldn't.

"You have no idea what you are talking about. You don't know me. You never did. I love Marco. I love him withe everything that I am and have. He is my soulmate and I will stay his soulmate to the day that I die. I will love him till the day that I die and then come back and love him even longer. I would never ever hurt him!"

"And what was that today?"

Fuck.

"A fucking accident!" he exclaimed. "I would never, ever hurt him on porpuse! I love him! If you like that or not, I am a part of his life now. So please, fucking hell, I am begging you, you're too important to him. Can-"

It was a laughter that interrupted him.

Confused he blinked when he saw Vale's serious facade Crack and reveal loud and rich laughter.

"I'm sorry." he said, still giggling. "I'm sorry. I really thought I could pull this off with a straight face but that just broke me." "I- I - I don't understand." he exclaimed.

He blinked a few times and wondered if this was a weird dream. "Obviously. Oh that look on your face." Vale grinned at him. At least it looked - happy?

"What?" "My god, Marc, do you really think I give a fuck about who my boys are dating?" "Again. What?"

Vale smiled at him. It was a creepy smile that did make Marc feel slightly unsettled but it was better than the murder looks from earlier. "I don't give a fuck that you - Marc Marquez - are dating Marco. I care about the facts that he is loved and cared for. And you clearly do that. He talked a lot about you, you know... So really, I don't care. I just wanted to have some fun giving you a hard time."

"Wait, that just - your hate and the breaking up part was-" "Fake. Yes. I don't want you to break up with him. Actually, if you do, you'll wish the times from 2016-18 back because if you do hurt my boy, I'll finish you. Understood?"

Ah. There was the threatening he expected.

"Understood."

"Great! So now that that's solved - by the way he told me when he was more or less sober. I'll still give you a hard time, I do with all of my boys partners but you are welcome at the ranch, if you want to... But no riding for you. For now."

"Yes!" he quickly agreed. "I'm happy as Marcos wag" He earned another smile for that comment.

"Great. I'll see you around" Vale decided and went toward the door to let himself out. But then he stopped and turned back around.

"OH before I forget it-" he said and handed him a phone. Bez phone. Confused Marc stared at it. "Marcos phones?" he asked.

"Yeah. Last time we let him have his phone will drunk and stoned, he posted a dick pick on his story" "He did what now-" "Anyway... Cute texts by the way. The 'I love you even if I'm an idiot' was so sweet I almost through up. Fucking softie. See you!"

With that he left and Marc wondered what he had gotten himself into.

But when he laid down in bed, immediately being taken into a bear hug that felt like Marco never wanted to let him go, he couldn't be more happy.

#motogp #marc marquez #valentino rossi #ray's writing #motogp rpf #marcmarc #soulmate AU

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scrollonso · 4 months ago

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Scrollonso Brainrot Universe!!

Strollini Baby

-They got together in late 2017 and by the same time in 2018 they decided they wanted to get married (kinda fast, idc.)

-Luca proposed to Lance in early 2019 and they got married in late 2021, everything being pushed back bc of covid

-In those 2 years between engagement and wedding they'd decided on adopting

-They adopted a little girl (newborn baby) after the wedding and named her Delilah

-Luca is Babbo is Lance is Papa

-From the second they got her they started trying to teach her their languages (Luca speaking Italian to her, Lance speaking French, and them speaking English when it was the three of them)

-She has crazyyyy blonde curls, for most babies the blonde turns brown by the time youre like 5 but for her it stayed super bright forever

-Her favourite uncles are Mick and Cele because they teach her all the bad words to say in front of Luca to make him freak out (Lance thinks its the funniest thing ever)

Bez/Marc/Vale Babies

-Bp!bez is canon in this universe, ofc.

-They have little heteropaternal superfecundation babies (when you get pregnant by 2 guys at the same time)

-Vale gets him pregnant with a boy, naming him Antonio

-Marc gets him pregnant with a girl, naming her Catalina

-Rosquez dated from 2014-2018 and in 2019 Vale got with Marco then in 2020 Marc joined after Marco tried his hardest to get them to kiss and makeup

-By 2021 Marco was pregnant with their babies

-Antonio, Catalina, and Delilah all grow up together, the twins only being a month or so older than her

-Marc is Mamá, Vale is Papito and Marco is Daddy

-Obviously these babies have the craziest curls.

-Antonio has problems with his hair touching his ears so they make sure it's cut short enough that he isnt uncomfortable so his curls are less obvious

-Catalina is the complete opposite and ADORES her hair, she loves playing with her daddy's long curly hair and she loves having the same hair as him (getting sad when he trims it)

Alecco Babies

-The dogs.

-Sitch, Shira, and Turbo are their babies

-They've been together since moto2 but have no interest in having children, babysitting Strollini and the throuples babies is already enough work as it is

The Crazy Uncles

-No babies between them

-Sometimes they get bored and have some crazy gay sex though

-They're horrible influences on the babies

-Mick has started teaching the babies long crazy words in German for literally no reason? Yeah

-Cele lets the girls play with his hair whenever their dads are busy, he doesn't mind being the girl uncle

-Este and Antonio get on so well he loves that little baby so much, it's like a Gloria and Lily from modern family situation (If Bez, Marc, and Vale dies he gets Antonio and hes very excited)

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formulapookie · 15 days ago

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No shame no gain diggianini, 4k words

Earlier in the day the delivery guy brought them costumes for the new video they’ll have to film, and Mig decided it would’ve been cool to have girls dressed with that damn playboy bunny costume.

So the costumes arrived, and obviously they had to do something stupid with them.

Mig had proposed it

“Losers have to wear them”

Luca had come forward immediately, going red at the idea probably.

“Mig come on don’t be an idiot no one’s wearing that” “Oh Luca is scared of losing” “Mig stop come on it’s stupid”

Then Bez, who fuck’s sake obviously had to get his say in this, as always.

“No guys come oh let’s do this, you don’t have to be scared to lose either, those thing are not even that uncomfortable” “And how the fuck would you know that?” “Oh right you weren’t at the masked party last year”

Pecco had gone silent, his boyfriend sat in his lap chatting with Mig and Franky about this sensational masked party they went to, where Bez was wearing that exact costume, and Pecco is visibly trying to kill the other two with his stare.

Meanwhile, Diggia is sitting there sulking, Enea is out for some stupid shooting he had to do because as the frontman of the band he obviously had the most followers and media interest.

The bet is set, it’s on the football game currently playing, if Milan wins means Diggia, Bez, Mig and Luca lost, if Rome wins means Pecco, Cele and Franky lost.

It’s a tie, 2-2 until the 92 minute.

A player from Rome commits a foul, giving a penalty to Milan. Diggia is praying for Leao to get it wrong, send the ball in the stratosphere.

It gets in the bottom left corner, Rome’s goalkeeper jumping on the opposite side. Three whistles, game’s over.

He lost the fucking bet.

Diggia begins protesting, shaking his head as Cele passes him the box with the costume.

“No guys come on we can’t put that shit on we’re not girls no I’m not doing it” “Pussy”

Diggia stops and turns back around towards Cele, smug grin on and the packet still in hand.

“The fuck you called me?” “Pus-sy. You either wear it or you’re a pussy” “Call me that one more time I’m gonna kill you” “Wear it. If you’re not a pussy and chicken out like that wear it”

While Diggia is having an internal crisis for the thousandth time this year Bez walks over to the pile of boxes with the costumes and looks for one around his size, grabbing one almost immediately.

“Oh it’s the one with the little tail, comes without fishnets though, eh I’ll make it work, Pecco you coming upstairs while I try it on?”

Pecco has a full five seconds black out before answering.

“Uh yeah yeah I - yeah”

Franky simply reaches for one in the pile and hands it to mig, whispering something no one hopes to ever hear and making both blush a bit.

They’re quick to go away as well, Luca meanwhile is sat on the armchair, box in hand and Cele on his lap, he’s blushing like crazy as the younger boy keeps bickering with Diggia.

“Fuck you ok I’ll do it I’m not a pussy” “Mh not sure from the kind of sounds coming from Enea’s room yesterday” “Cele stop, come on, let him go” “Don’t think you’re safe amore, you lost you put the costume on”

Diggia walks away from the conversation, yanking the box from Cele’s hands, who’s saying something to the blonde, who’s visibly embarrassed.

He gets to his and Enea’s room and takes off his clothes, it’s only then he realizes he can’t wear boxers with it.

He’s gotta be naked under that thing.

“Fuck it”

He undresses, this is gonna be the most embarrassing thing of his life, he knows that already.

The costume comes with a bow tie, cuff links and- fuck no. A headpiece shaped like bunny ears.

Not that he’s never seen girls wear it in magazines or videos but - it feels embarrassing.

He’ll see about that last thing, his costume differently from Bez’s DOES come with fishnets.

Diggia puts on the main piece first, black fabric slipping on like it’s tailored on him, then the fishnets, they fit a bit tighter than he supposed those things should, last come the papillon and the cuffs.

He looks at himself, adjusts the top of the costume so it covers more of his pecs, which now look more like boobs, with the way the costume is squeezing them. The final result does not look as bad as he initially thought.

When he turns his head he sees the bunny ears staring back at him, he bites his lip, he’s not sure of it.

But what harm can it do more than all the rest?

He doesn’t hear the door, and consequently doesn’t hear Enea coming through said door. As he’s setting up the headpiece the bathroom door opens, and Enea walks in. He’s staring like he’s never seen Diggia before.

And how can he be blamed? Diggia looks simply unreal with that thing he’s got on.

Muscled thighs barely contained by the fishnets, the cut of the costume high on his hips, the whole body defining his figure, his waist mostly, and cupping his pecs in a way that makes Enea lose his mind completely.

The cufflinks and papillon look good on him, but the fucking bunny ears are something else entirely.

His eyes go back to his legs, then up to his face. He’s flushed, trying to cover himself while looking everywhere but Enea.

“I- it’s a bet I had to wear it for a bet it’s not mine I swear I don’t like it“

Enea starts walking out the bathroom, Diggia following after him, trying to find more excuses as to why he’s dressed like that.

“I lost a bet we’re supposed to try it on and show it -”

He can’t finish his sentence cause he finds himself glued to the wall, Enes aggressively smashing their lips together.

He can feel his boyfriend’s hands on his hips, making their way up up up until they reach his chest, littered with thousands of little moles Enea insists are perfect, and fucking squeezes his pecs.

“Fuck - you look - god you’re amazing”

Diggia moans as Enea pushes a leg between his to brush against his dick, which now is pathetically hard in the costume.

“You wanted to show this to everyone, Fabio? Really? You wanted everyone to see how you look dressed up like this?” “I - for the bet just for the bet” “Just for the bet mh? Well too bad no one except me will ever see you dressed like this”

Before Diggia can reply Enea kisses him again, devours more precisely, pushing him more against the wall. His knee still presses against the other’s dick, just the thick black fabric in between them.

Diggia can feel his knees getting weaker, wobbly almost, at this point the only thing holding him up are Enea’s hands, certainly not the sounds he’s making, because those are getting him weaker and weaker.

“You’re so hot like this, I want to eat you god, got off work and came home, thought we’d have a relaxing time together and then - then I find you like this, and all I want to do now is fuck you until you can’t speak anymore”

What comes out Diggia’s mouth is barely a moan, it’s more of a desperate whimper that goes immediately to Enea’s ears as he bites at Diggia’s neck, drawing more and more sounds from the younger.

“I swear if I don’t get to be inside you I’ll go mad, you’re so beautiful Fabio, you look so pretty when you blush like this”

And Diggia would want to answer, but he’s too concentrated trying not to cum from the words Enea is saying.

“You were acting all dominant and tough just this morning and now look at you, dressed up like this”

Then Enea fucking smirks at him and it’s game over because Diggia cannot find it in himself not to be pathetic once he’s cornered like this. Enea looks even more beautiful than usual, which he thought was impossible considering how the man looks everyday.

“Get on your knees Fabio”

He’s probably never been quicker in following someone’s order, he’s on the floor almost immediately, hands on his knees as he looks up to find pure desire shining in Enea’s eyes. If he ever had to define perfection he’d describe this moment right here, he’s stripped of any kind of power, and while a few months ago he would’ve died rather than submitting himself like this to Enea now he thinks he’s never been in a better position than he is right now.

Enea unzips his pants, he doesn’t let them fall off to the floor, and tugs down his boxers to take out his dick, almost completely hard just at the sight of his boyfriend dressed like that.

Diggia opens his mouth, never breaking eye contact, and lets Enea push his dick in almost all the way. He knows he’s gonna get his face fucked, it probably is one of Enea’s favourite things, that and riding Diggia until they’re both so out of it they barely understand where they are.

“Can I go?”

Diggia blinks twice, it’s yes, and Enea doesn’t wait a second more to start thrusting, almost immediately placing a hand in his hair, tipping it back a bit, he can feel the fabric of the bunny ears under his palm.

God he never thought Diggia could look like this, sure maybe he dreamt about his boyfriend wearing a skirt or lingerie, about bending him over the sink and fuck him with the skirt on, but this he never even dreamt of it, and he’s glad he didn’t, it feels even more surreal than it would’ve if he ever imagined it.

Diggia can fucking feel Enea getting fully hard inside his mouth, it’s something that gets him completely stupid, he needs to get fucked, like right now, hard fast mean, whatever he wants he’s gonna give it to him.

Enea lasts embarrassingly little, it’s been no more than one minute and he already has to cum, but who fucking cares, they both want only to get to the bed. He pulls out and holds Diggia’s head so he’s looking up to him, and the other knows what it means, so he just closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue, until he feels Enea’s release dripping on his tongue and face, he swallows everything that landed on his tongue, while Enea must resist the urge to grab his phone and take a picture of his boyfriend looking as sinful as the Devil.

“Fuck me please” “Get on the bed, no don’t you dare take off one thing you’ve got on, I’m gonna fuck you like this got it?” “Yes”

Diggia gets up from the floor and Enea kisses him harshly, biting at his lip, then passes his middle finger to collect all the drops of cum on his face and feeds them to Diggia who’s so fucking gone he doesn’t care about how pathetic he must look.

He cleans Enea’s finger sucking on it and then he gets to the bed, legs spread and cock hard in the costume, it should be embarrassing probably, but it feels oh so right.

“You look better than any damn pornstar out there”

He’s getting hard again already, just by looking at Diggia waiting for him with his legs spread and panting hard, all blushy and needy.

He strokes his dick to get it hard faster, as he admires the work of art his boyfriend is, gaze fixating once again on his barely contained thighs and his chest, god he wants to bury his face there and fucking suffocate.

Enea is about to take off his pants, but Diggia blocks him, grabbing his wrist harshly and pulling him in for another kiss, ending up with his back against the mattress and Enea completely covering him. He doesn’t know why, but the idea of Enea fucking him with his suit still on is something that gets him on the moon.

“Don’t undress, stay like this please” “Mh you like me in this?” “Yes” “Let me take off just the tie ok?” “Fine yeah fine”

Probably Diggia could’ve been smarter, and Enea could’ve been less of a bastard, thing is, as soon as the tie comes off Diggia finds himself with both his wrists locked in a hold by Enea’s hand, pinned to the headboard, and he’s much too slow to understand what’s going on before everything’s already happened.

Enea just tied his fucking wrists to the headboards with his tie. Which. Is hot. But also extremely frustrating because it means he won’t be able to touch Enea in the slightest, he’ll just have to watch and stay there while Enea decides how to fuck him, if he decides to fuck him at all.

“Amò come on take this off I didn't do anything wrong please” “No you didn’t but watching you being pathetic and helpless is pretty much my favourite thing to do so there’s no escaping this Fabio” “I want to touch you please” “After”

Diggia could cry if he wanted, he could say their code word and Enea would immediately untie his wrist and they would just have regular sex, but deep down Diggia loves to be at his mercy, so he nods. Fuck he feels ridiculous dressed like this, in comparison to Enea who’s wearing a damn suit. He feels like he’s one of those secretaries in porn movies who go up to their boss and ask for a promotion dressed like this, or with an extremely short skirt, and it kinda makes him blush, it’s not like he told Enea he would like to actually recreate that scenario, this is enough, maybe one day he’ll muster up enough courage to ask him.

Enea’s gaze is fixated on Diggia’s chest, all the moles adorning it like small stars now drowned by a light blush all over his pecs, it’s one hell of a sight, even if his boyfriend told him thousands of times he hates those marks he can’t help but love them, because they’re part of Diggia, and there’s nothing he doesn’t love about him.

Enea thinks a bit about what he could do with him, because they do have toys, we technically those are his, from before they got together, and they used it a few times. He could push the vibrator inside Diggia’s hole and watch him come untouched, toy with him as long as he wants while he looks like that, but the need to fuck him is too strong, that’ll be for another time.

He doesn’t look for the lube though, he just moves the costume so he can see Diggia’s pretty pink hole, God everything about him really is amazing.

He grabs both his thighs and puts them over his shoulders, and this time as well Diggia is too slow to understand what's going on, because before he realises Enea is pushing his tongue past his rim, humming as he buries his face in between his legs.

“Oh fuck”

He’d want to tug at his hair, to cover his mouth with his fist not to sound so pathetic, but he can’t do anything tied like this, he’s completely submitted to Enea, he hasn’t got an ounce of power. He desperately wants Enea to finish prepping him and just push his dick inside.

“Enea fuck please don’t - fuck I’m ready I’m ready don’t tease I need you”

Enea chuckles and Diggia thinks he could die.

“Just a bit more” “God”

He goes back to push his tongue inside his hole, thrusting and working him open as much as he can with just that, making Diggia’s thigh tremble, whimpers and whines flowing like a river from his chest as Enea doesn’t spare a single second to make him feel overwhelmed, enjoying the desperation he can feel transpiring from his whole body.

Once he deems Diggia to be loose and dumb enough he breaks away and leans in to kiss him, but at the last moment he changes path and goes to suck a mark on his throat, as he pushes his dick in Diggia’s awaiting hole, feeling him clench around his cock and hearing curses coming from his mouth.

Diggia wraps his legs around Enea’s waist, throwing his head back slightly, biting at his lip trying to muffle his sounds a bit, not wanting the whole fucking band to hear him being a slut for his man.

“You look so hot I swear not even in my dreams you’re this perfect”

Enea begins to move roughly, fucking deep into him reaching the perfect spot that gets Diggia crazy for it, making him fucking mewl from the sensation.

“More more please more” “You like it that much?” “Yes so good”

Enea leaves a few more hickeys on his neck before pressing his lips against Diggia’s, pushing his tongue past his teeth and starting to make out with him while not holding back his thrusts, actually picking up his pace, his hands currently stroking his hips moving up to squeeze at Diggia’s pecs.

“Fuck look at you it looks like you’ve got tits” “Don’t say that it’s embarrassing” “You said it about me before”

Checkmate. In his defence thought Enea’s pecs do look like boobs sometimes, he found himself squeezing them more than once, and the result has mostly ended up being him folded in half or bent over something while Enea fucked into him unforgivingly. So there’s a reason why he does it.

When Enea goes back to kissing his neck he hears the headboard creaking, Diggia is trying to move and touch him, obviously. He smirks as he looks up at him, who’s so desperately trying to make him untie his wrists.

He lets go of his neck and distances himself again, getting his hands back on Diggia’s hips and changing the rhythm of his thrusts, slower, but still deep, just to drive Diggia insane as he thrusts in and out.

They both get a lot louder, Enea hitting his prostate repeatedly making him feel like he’s in heaven, as Diggia keeps on trying to free himself to be able to touch his boyfriend, who’s currently having the time of his life teasing and fucking him dumb.

Diggia looks once again at Enea, how he’s dressed, how fucking good he looks dressed like that, how he wants to be taken apart by him and how he wants him to mark his skin in every possible way, be it hickeys, bites, hand shaped bruises, whatever Enea gives him he wants it.

What he doesn’t except is for Enea to suddenly pick up the pace, leaning close to his ear and moan oh so sweetly his name as he cums inside him, the hot seed filling him up completely as he whimpers at the sensation.

He doesn’t precisely know why, but Enea wants to see Diggia completely fall apart under him, he wants Diggia to beg for his release, and know he’s not gonna get it by getting fucked.

“Enea please I need to - fuck - I need to come” “Yeah you do but I want to have some fun”

Diggia wants to cry as Enea pulls out, the emptiness is so uncomfortable now.

Enea lowers to be in between his legs, grabbing both his thighs and spreading them more, Diggia feels extremely exposed, but seeing the glint of lust in his boyfriend’s eyes makes it worth it.

The older bites at the meat of his inner thigh and he actually whimpers at it, his dick twitches in his costume, which is so fucking tight in this moment.

Enea keeps biting and sucking all over his inner thigh, painting it blue and purple, the fishnets do get kinda in the middle but it’s not like Enea cares, it’s hot and that’s enough.

He switches thigh, biting harder on the right one, and Diggia tries to grab Enea’s hair, but he’s reminded of his impossibility to move as the tie keeps his wrists glued to the headboard while Enea sucks a hickey on the upper part of his thigh, near his hole, but so so far it’s not barely enough.

“You look better when I mark you as mine”

Diggia fucking moans at the words, it feels so dirty but so arousing he can’t help himself, especially not when he can see the work of art his boyfriend made on his skin, he’ll remember this one for a while.

“I want to take a picture, can I Fabio?” “Yes it’s fine, you can it’s fine”

Enea smiles, taking the phone he left on the edge of the bed when he first came in, not expecting to find Diggia like this.

He opens the camera and snaps a few pics, Diggia looks away in both of them, but the important things are all very visible: the costume, the marked thighs and neck, the flushed chest and Enea’s cum flowing out his hole, staining the sheets.

He puts the phone on the bedside table and kisses Diggia harshly, biting at his bottom lip, leaving him no room for escape.

“You want to cum yes?” “Please yes”

Enea smirks, then kisses him again and palms him through the costume, Diggia automatically bucking his hips up for friction and - oh. Enea wants him to cum like this. Brushing against his hand as he gets kissed all the way to Hell. Fuck.

He moans in Enea’s mouth, a desperate sound coming from him as he keeps on moving against Enea’s hand, fuck he must look so pathetic right now. But he doesn’t care, he wants his release, plus Enea seems to be loving this side of him, so there’s no reason to be embarrassed or change his act.

“Enea cazzo”

He comes inside his costume with a strangled moan, he can feel the sticky sensation of cum trapped between the fabric and his skin, a thin layer of shame covering him, that gets blown away as soon as Enea unties his hands and gives him a chaste kiss on the lips, massaging his wrists as he pulls him on his lap, and Diggia throws his arms around his boyfriend’s body.

“You want to take a shower with me amore?” “Yes” “Was it good? I wasn’t too harsh was I?” “No, it was good, but I’m never gonna wear this again, it gets so uncomfortable around my dick” “Mh I could try it once maybe “Really?” “Yeah, I think you’d go crazy if I ride you wearing this” “Fuck yeah I would”

Enea lets him climb down from his laps and off the bed, staying close to him as he walks to the bathroom, taking off the outfit in front of the mirror, as Enea does the same, turning on the shower and putting on some music.

#alice writes #my fics <3 #diggianini #motogp rpf #motogp smut #motogp fic

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moonshynecybin · 2 months ago

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thinking about how luca and bez are on the complete opposite sides of VR46+ spectrum, from the way they took their carreer decisions to their worship of vale

luca seeing this and immediately fleeing for honda:

#it must be hard to be around your FRIENDS who are in love with your OLDER BROTHER….#motogp #callie speaks #asks

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camilleisback · 1 month ago

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Pairing(s): Casey Stoner/Valentino Rossi, Marco Bezzecchi/Valentino Rossi

Word count: 3777

Tags: smut, voyeurism, porn with a hint of plot, blowjobs, rimming, handjobs, mentor/mentee, symbolism, Marco and his big sub energy

“You must have a magnet for young, deranged boys, Rossi.”

Fuck, the way Casey talks to him, it’s just mind-blowing. He’s not deferential, quite the opposite, always an inch away from being downright disrespectful. Unnervingly smug, defiant. Maybe that’s what Valentino likes, from time to time: a good challenge.

Valentino wrenches his fingers into his hair - the guy has got so much fucking hair still - and yanks, punching a debauched moan out of him, a wet, lewd thing that makes Marco’s dick jump into his briefs, lodging in place in a way that’s almost painful.

“Aren’t you one of them, Stoner.”

“Not so young anymore, I’m afraid.”

Fuck, even their banter is sexy. Marco is so eager to peel off his pants he squirms into the chair, almost tipping over, spilling like hot liquid onto the floor.

Bez partakes in a fun night of Old Men Yaoi while watching Vale and Casey make out at the Ranch.

#vr46 #cs27 #mb72 #marco bezzecchi #valentino rossi #casey stoner #m/m/m #motorsports rpf #motorcycling rpf #marco bezzecchi/valentino rossi #casey stoner/valentino rossi #pushing my sub bez agenda #sub bez #bottom bez #old men yaoi

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bisnes-socks · 5 months ago

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okay welcome to my second šbj ted talk 😌 today we are discussing (i am rambling on about) composition bc wow!!!!!!! the boys done outdid themselves.

i will be making references to my post about jure and the drums, so if you want to read that first it's here.

because like. isn't it funny how in that drum ted talk, which i wrote and posted hours before the animated video came, i talked about how the beginning of the song, the main riff part with its unexpected drum beat and patterns, feels like it's stomping, and then the video came out and the character stomps away (okay walks with attitude) that whole section? ANYWAY

compositionally speaking i think this one is one of the most interesting JO songs bc it has multiple type of beats, vibes and sections, that go together very well, and they've not only composed the changes between these variations in a clever way, they've also written a song that really allows each member to shine. it's a true band song to me and i loooove that.

note: though nothing i say here is like unique to this song, these aren't like rare or unusual tools they use here. i just think that this song highlights many of them really well.

the first details i want to talk about are certain melodies/chromatic ascensions or decensions. i am unfortunately not physically in a place where i could check exact notes, pitches, keys or anything, so i'm going by ear and i do not have perfect pitch sooo let me live.

but have you noticed that the riff section ends in the guitar doing pretty much the exact opposite as the vocal descension? not after every round of the riff, but before bojan starts singing again. the guitar ascends, chromatically, it goes up note at a time. i don't know if it's the exact same notes in reverse, but the effect is the same but in reverse. now, that ascension does not end on a note that would be as satisfying to end on, no. it creates a sort of tension: we have to go somewhere after this note, we can't stay suspended here.

but you know how the line "šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?" goes down at the end? the singing melody descends, chromatically, and it's very satisfying for their listener bc it follows the scale that we're used to in most western music. it ends on a note where it feels good to either keep going, to a new section, as the song does at first, or end it there, as the song also does in the end.

and i'd argue that in the beginning, that bit, the melodic descension down to where the whole band kicks in and starts stomping away, highlights the mood of that section and the purpose it serves in the song. like i keep saying, that part sort of stomps, and it's like.. the part of the song that chugs forward. it has this feeling of going up and down (a good vibe to jump or nod your head to, or walk or stomp to, no?) but it also has this feeling of going forward. the descending melody kind of sends it on its way and we're all going with it.

and that tension carries the verse, which does not have the same forward drive as the riff part. but we have been, melodically, brought to a place, with that guitar ascending, where we want to hear more. so we stay there, with the verse. and where does the verse ultimately take us? back to the stomping riff, to chug forward again. without the riff bits the verses would feel like they're left suspended in tension.

and does it feel like the line "šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?" is either longer or shorter than you expected, or it has an unexpected rhythm to it, especially for it's place in the song?

because these little moments that are rhytmically unexpected, like the "šta bih ja..." line, and the drum syncopation, where a hi-hat crash comes a beat later than you expect in the riff section, they create moments that pique your interest as a listener.

well, it does have an unexpected rhythm and an unexpected time signature. Two bars of 4 and one bar of 2, with the vocal line overlapping with the 1 of the next bar, if i counted right. (disclaimer: if i got it wrong i learned to count as a dancer, not as a musician lmao). and i think that all of that also plays super well into everything i talked about before, and also everything i talked about regarding the drums in the riff section.

and they're small enough decorations that we're not venturing off into like prog or jazz territory, the song remains in a poprock world compositionally speaking, and the tempo doesn't change until the faster section in the end, which makes it all easy and pleasant to listen, but they change things up just enough to keep the listener super hooked. and then of course the tempo change at the end, at least, will challenge anyone just absentmindedly tapping their foot along like it's backround music, to really pay attention. and i just think it's very clever.

and then the "a ja samo čekam.." part is also an interesting part, bc as i said in my first ted talk, it switches between a more aggressive straight forward beat and a more groovy beat, and that's super clever, bc like. if it was just the aggression through the entire part, it would most likely get a bit exhausting and a bit too much for the composition. so by alternating between the aggression and the downright dance-vibe of the groovy beat, the composition creates progression. so that even the most aggressive bit of the song isn't just... screaming into a pillow, it's going somewhere. shoutout (shautaut) to the bassline in these bits as well!! the bass actually provides a lot of melodic components in that section, bc the vocal line is super one note. it's smart to elevate the bass like that.

and THEN!! the faster bit at the end!! suddenly we're going all arctic monkeys aren't we, and i love it, give me all the straightforward 2010's brit rock vibes and i will eat it up. and this part is like.. releasing everything. all of the tension that has built up, we've kind of reached where we've been stomping off to, and it's time to let loose. and so they do. and then collect it all together with a final "šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?" and this time we end on that satisfying final note and we're here, we're a little out of breath, but we've arrived and we've got all the jitters out and we're done. excellent way to end the song.

and this is getting extremely long now so i think we have also reached the end of the ted talk thank you goodbye.

#joker out

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masterkirby · 8 months ago

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Chronopolis (1982) Piotr Kamler

meet with the artist, notes:

screening during Timeless Film Festival in Warsaw

⚪ opowieść o kuli we wszechświecie

⚫ a story of a sphere in the universe

⚪ a wzięło się to z zachwytu nad geometrycznymi kształtami, jakie dwa kolory piasku robią, przemieszawszy się w pudełeczku, które się traca

⚫ for which the idea came from a love of geometric figures, and also shapes that arise from mixing two colours of sand in a small box and flicking that box

⚪ atomy, kulki, materia, czas

⚫ atoms, spheres, matter, time

⚪ z czego ta kulka jest urocza i plastyczna, bardziej jak piłka

⚫ but the sphere in the story is cute and malleable and springy, more like a ball

⚪ plastyczna i skoczna i zmienna w przeciwieństwie do nieśmiertelnych zamieszkujących Chronopolis, twardzi, ze skały, niemalże nieruchomi, niezmienni

⚫ it's malleable and springy and CHANGEABLE as opposed to the immortal inhabitants of Chronopolis; they're hard, made as if from stone, almost immobile, a constant

⚪ gotowi odejść na rzecz tańca i przemijalności?

⚫ but they're ready to leave and make room for dance and contingency?

⚪ przepiękne rzeźby Kamlera

⚫ the figures are really beautiful, Kamler's that is

⚪ w czasie robienia filmu cała pracowania zawalona figurami i makietami

⚫ when the film was being made, his whole workshop was overfilled with figures and elements of the set

⚪ Krystyna Kamler odpowiedzialna za strój marionetki

⚫ Krystyna Kamler made the marionette's costume

⚪ opowiadała, że te rzeźby wzięły się z potrzeby jej męża do robienia rzeczy rękoma

⚫ she told us how she thinks that her husband makes figures because he just need something to do with his hands

⚪ na co on zaprzeczył, że to ma bardziej ideologiczny wymiar (nie nazwał tego tak), tj. reklamy i wszystko komputerowo tworzone w ciągłym ruchu, a animacja ma za sobą stałość, zatrzymanie

⚫ to which he disagreed that there's a more idealogical (he didn't use that word ofc) reason behind his drive, i.e. in opposition to the constant movement of ads and computer made films; where behind animation there is lack of movement, a stop

⚪ rzeźby i animacja, a rysunek; obok projektów zawsze, ale nie częścią "dzieła"

⚫ making figures and stop animation vs drawing; besides his animation projects there were always drawings but as a kind of antithesis, never part of the actual project

⚪ ale robił też animacje komputerowe

⚫ but he also did start doing computer animation

⚪ szczególnie że to pozwalało działać bez większego finansowanie, projekty mniejsze, łatwiejsze do robienia samemu

⚫ especially since this allowed him to work on a tighter budget, without waiting for financing, allowing him to work alone easier

⚪ bo właściwie sam zrobił Chronopolis przez 4-5 lat i jak ktoś z widowni go spytał o inspiracje, to powiedział, że unika inspiracji jak może, że niczego nie oglądał

⚫ because he liked working alone and he made Chronopolis by himself in 4-5 years; when a member of the audience asked him about his inspirations, he said that he avoids all and any inspirations

⚪ co mnie osobiście rozbawiło, bo chwilę potem opowiadał, że kompozytorzy eksperymentalni (Pierre Schaeffer, Iannis Xenakis, Luc Ferrari) pracowali po swojemu i trudno było się z nimi dogadać

⚫ which was funny because he soon said that working with experimental composers (like Pierre Schaeffer, Iannis Xenakis, Luc Ferrari) was difficult because they did their own thing and there wasn't really real cooperation

⚪ mówił, że Luc Ferrari właściwie skomponował ścieżkę do Chronopolis po fakcie, ale że zaproponował coś, co właściwie oddawało wizję Kamlera, przyjął to

⚫ he admitted that Luc Ferrari composed the score after the animation was finished but since he proposed a sth that was in line with Kamler's own idea for the film, he accepted it

⚪ ktoś inny spytał o kwestię narracji przez Michaela Lonsdale'a, na co Kamler powiedział po prostu, że to nie w tym filmie

⚫ someone else asked about the Michael Lonsdale narration thing to which Kamler replied that it was not a thing for this move

[might add more notes later]

#Chronopolis #1982 #Piotr Kamler #meeting notes #experimental cinema #stop motion #animation #cinema

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adrl-pt · 5 months ago

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Peace and human rights are undesirable for the Russian authorities. How can Russians defend their choice?

You are watching news from the weekly rally at the Russian Embassy in Lisbon. Today is January 27, 14:30.

On January 22, it became known that the Anti-War Committee and our colleagues in Spain and France were declared undesirable in Russia. On January 25, our representative attended a meeting with Russian lawyer and human rights defender Pavel Chikov. Pavel explained that the concept of an undesirable organization is akin to "persona non grata". At the time of the meeting, the list of undesirable organizations included 128 organizations, among them: Open Russia, Transparency International, World Wildlife Fund, and the TV channel "Rain". https://ru.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_undesirable_organizations

The most dangerous part of Law No. 272-FZ is the punishment of supporters in Russia for reposts. The Russian authorities have programs that monitor the internet for keywords and links. A link to the website of an undesirable organization, its social media profile, its symbols, participation in its events, and media comments are considered as participation in its activities. For this, a fine is first issued, and for repeated participation, a criminal case is initiated.

Organizing the activities and financing of an undesirable organization, including donations, leads directly to a criminal case.

Russian authorities interact with countries such as Georgia, Turkey, Thailand. Visits to these countries, and especially to Russia, should be avoided. Remember, in addition to persecution for undesirable organizations, criminals in power in Russia have laws against spreading fake news about the army and many other ways to imprison you. The system is built on intimidation: by imprisoning one person, they intimidate thousands. Therefore, the best response to such actions is an increase in the number of people speaking out against the authorities.

Regarding property left in Russia, Dmitry Bykov said on Khodorkovsky Live: "Do you really think you can scare us by taking away our property? You've taken our Homeland from us!" https://www.youtube.com/shorts/QXn50CxbMbo

On January 24, a column by Anastasia Sergeyeva was published on the Civic Council website. She reminds of Svetlana Tikhanovskaya's victory in the Belarusian presidential elections. How her husband Sergey created an anti-corruption movement, and how after his arrest, opposition forces formed a coalition around Svetlana. It discusses the volunteer-driven election campaign that reached every home. Also, the parallel creation of a force resistance network, but its resources were not enough to protect the protesters. Anastasia notes that today Belarusians provide material and informational support to the Kalinovsky Regiment and the Belarusian Volunteer Corps. https://civiccouncil.info/podpis-za-nadezhdina-bez-sobstvennoj-armii-sovest-na-veter/

At the rally on January 21 in Lisbon, we read a statement to those gathered from the Siberian battalion. They are grateful to those who are already helping them and call on everyone to help new volunteers join the battalion. Right now, the Civic Council, together with Freedom birds for Ukraine, is raising funds for transportation expenses to transport a new group of our volunteers to Ukraine. Link in the description. https://www.paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=7F4CWC6RYGR82

Russian rock band B-2, which is against the war made by Putin's regime in Ukraine, was arrested in Thailand and they are planning to deport them to Russia. Last year, the group's leader publicly admitted that he financially supports the Ukrainian Armed Forces. According to Lyova, other members of the group support him. Their stance led to the mass cancellation of B-2's concerts in Russia.

The group was arrested for violations during the organization of a concert in Phuket, and there was hope that there would be a fine. However, the court decided on deportation, and the Russian ambassador is personally involved in ensuring that those group members who have Russian passports are sent to Russia.

Help spreading the information, we need to pressurize the authorities in Thailand so that not only Sergey Lavrov is pressuring them. Don't let good people be handed over to Putin for the GULAG!

A proof on the Ukrainian news site that B-2 support Ukraine (in Russian): https://www.unian.net/lite/stars/v-rossii-isterika-iz-za-pomoshchi-bi-2-vsu-trebuyut-zapretit-vezd-v-stranu-12466509.html Their profile on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3SXDCIdqI1AR686ukKtKCq

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anitalianfrie · 10 months ago

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Bezz was there valiantly defending vale 's honor

(He just made some cringe comments on insta defending the valeban)

He was day dreaming of swooning vale with his insane loyalty a bit like those 1d fanfiction where the girl gets picked bc she doesn't care about the concert except that bez was trying to make it work in the direct opposite part of the spectrum

He's just one of us in the end (insane fangirl)

#C'è posta per me #marco bezzecchi

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ray935sworld · 12 hours ago

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A kiss in the darkness

Beznaia

22.12 winter writing

content warning: masturbation

Everything on their trip seemed to be cursed. First Vale and Luca bailed out the academy winter trip. In their defense, Franci was pregnant and Luca definitely would not enjoy the trip when his 2 month old daughter was at home.

Franky had already booked a stay in Brazil to catch up with his family and his boyfriend had finally found the guts to join him. So Migno was out too.

And Cele had gone down with the flue only a few days prior, leaving Pecco and Bez to go alone.

And at first this had seem like a dream come true for Pecco. He would be able to spent a few days all alone with the man who he had a crush on since they were stupid teenager. No one to interrupt them. No one to call him out if he was staring to much. And most importantly - no one to distract Bez from spending time with him.

Then it dawned on him.

He would spent days ALONE with the man who he had a crush on since they were stupid teenager with no real other distraction.

He had been driving when the realization hit him fully. Marco was next to him, singing along to the mamma mia soundtrack. It was completly out if tone and objectively speaking, terrible. But when the older Italian turned to him and saw how his thick curls nodded along with the rhythm and how happy and relaxed he looked, he knew it was the most wonderful thing he ever heard.

He took a deep breath, knowing this could either be the worst or the best holiday ever. He was promising himself that he wouldn't be awkward and he wouldn't embaress himself.

Then he did excatly that.

With no one to interrupted them and no one else to focus on, he suddenly notice Bez behavior more. He noticed that he regularly looked at him. Like he was staring. But why would he?

Of course Pecco was staring too but only in a way that the other didn't notice. Or at least he thought so.

"Youre staring" Bez had said over dinner. He had looked up from his food, a playful smile on his cheeks. "You're always staring. Do I have something on my face?" he asked.

His hand was moving over his face. Over his beard, the side of his face and at the end even over his neck. For a second Pecco froze, he watched the tattooed hand touch Bez own skin and his brain went into shortcut.

"Am i that ugly that you always stare at me?" he asked and Pecco felt his cheeks heat up. For a moment he didn't realize that there was not just a playful tone. There was a little bit of hesitation bordering on insecurity.

"No!" he replied, maybe by the way the other raised his eyebrows a little bit too fast and too intense. But he couldn't stand the thought that he didn't saw himself as anything but beautiful.

"I... I mean, come on... You're pretty. Pretty ugly." he said and despite it being an absolute bad joke, for which he felt incredible bad, Bez laughed along. It was his rich, honest laugh, where there was no holding back. No hesitation.

"Yeah? Well maybe I just need some of yours to make me a pretty boy?"

And that was the moment Pecco was sure he had died.

For a moment he couldn't help but imagine Bez naked infront of him. Sweaty. Moaning. Marked by him. Taken apart by him. Covered in his cum. Some of yours? He had no idea what taht actually meant but his brain had already made up it's mind.

With that thought he felt his pants getting significantly tighter. He was getting hard but just in that one second he didn't care that he sat opposite his best friend with a hard cock.

"Some of my - what?" he asked, swallowing drily. He didn't know if he was pushing or what he was even trying to push for. Marco looked him up and down for a few seconds that felt like hours. He bit his lips. Then grinned.

"Some if your hair products of course. I bet you have the really fancy stuff!" Of course. Pecco wanted to knock his head against a wall. What had he been thinking?

"Yeah. Of course. I can give them to you. Everything you want, princess"

The last word just slipped out but for a moment he thought he had seen a faint blush on his cheeks. He wanted to dive in the feeling that a simple nickname had gotten a reaction like this, but he knew it was just delusional thinking, so he didn't entertain the thought much more

The next days went almost the same. Bez made stupid jokes that made Pecco think wrong things. Pecco felt like he was stumbling around Marco like an idiot.

His newest high was when Bez fell asleep on the couch, with his head against Pecco's shoulder while watching a movie. He had sat there calmly, without moving, even watching part of the next movie, until Marco wake up.

But instead of just going along with it, and acting friendly, maybe teasing him a bit, he had just started at him.

But now it came to a head when Bez suddenly burst into his room with nothing but a towel around his waist after they had spent the day skiing.

His hair was still wet. His curls still not yet flat and instead more waivy but already detangled. Small drops were falling down his strands. They dropped to the floor or - as Pecco spotted while following one of them - ran over Bez gorgeous body.

He couldn't help but look him up and down. His chest was defined. His muscles were ever present even during the winter holiday. And his arms - He wanted to do nothing more but to stand up, take Bez biceps and press him down on it.

Feel the muscles, knowing Bez could fight him off and probably win but in this particular moment he wouldn't. He would give in, letting Pecco win. He would let him press him down against the bed on which the older man was currently sitting. He would allow him to do whatever he wanted to his body.

And fuck -

That was when he spotted the silver bars that pierced through his nipples. Whatever thought he had was gone.

He wanted to lean down, put them in his mouth and suck. He wondered if they would actually taste metallic if he'd take them in his mouth.

"Pecco?" With that he was back into reality "Sorry-" he hurried to say. "Sorry, I - What did you say?" "I said my curl cream is empty. You got some?" "I... Curl cream? Yes. Wait-"

He stood up, refusing to turn around while he was rummaging through his bag, looking for needed tube. He blushed when his finger brushes the tube of lube that happened to be excatly next to it.

A part of him told him to just grab that one, give it to Bez and told him to get ready. Just to see how he would react. He wanted him to blush or to smile greedily. He wanted him to sit down and do excatly taht.

But either he would get laughed at - which he wouldn't be able to handle - or he would get it smashed against his face.

And he really didn't want to risk their friendship. After all that was all he seemed to get. And he was grateful for that. He was willing to take anything he got, hoarding it like a dragon and never letting it go.

Plus he would have to explain why the hell he had taken lube with him. On a ski trip. With his best friend. And he really had no interest to do so.

So he grabbed the curl cream and turned around. Only to find Bez, sitting on his bed.

He was sure that was the moment he had died. Again. Because his definetly naked crush was currently sitting on his bed. He was leaning back, arms stabilizing him, his head leaning against the wall.

Pecco stared and blushed when he saw Marcos eyes opening and winking at him. He was about to open his eyes. Maybe to say something inappropriate or stupid. Something that would ruin the moment gotr Pecco so he decided to end it on his own.

"Here" The former champion said as he handed Bez the hair product. "Thank you very much, my savior" he replied and left Pecco who definitely didn't got a small high out of being called a savior. Or Bez savior in particular.

Pecco was still standing there, slightly shell shocked. It was only when he heard the hair dryer that he was able to move again. He wasn't proud of the fact that this was his feist reaction after that but he had hold back to much. He couldn't deny it himself any longer.

And he felt safe enough, so he grabbed the other tube out his luggage and sat down on the bed. Exactly where Bez had sat a few minutes before.

His hands went down to his pants to open them quickly and pull his already hardening cock out his underwear. There was a flicker of guilt for what he was about to do but the vision of Bez, with his hot, naked ass right infront of had been too good.

He poured some of the liquid on his hand and closes his eyes. He started pumping a few times. It wasn't really for his own satisfaction or enjoyment. It felt more like an internal need he just had to obey and please.

And that was squeezing his own hard, leaking cock. Wrapping his hand around himself and imagining his own body heat was the heat that was surely radiating in Marcos mouth. He imagined the lube being Marcos saliva and he moaned at that thought.

He quickly bit his lips and pulled a face. He had to be silence even if the sensation of his hard cock, the heat that was pulling inside of him and the desperation in his body was too much for him.

He took a deep breath and run back his memories. Not just Bez a few minutes ago, but over the course of years. How beautiful he had looked on the top step of the podium. How gorgeous he had looked when they went to the beach together, sunbathing and playing volleyball. His smile when he ran to him to tell him he had signed a motogp contract.

He remembered him shirtless, sweet, sweaty, moaning after a race. He remembered him covered in champaign and wine and whatever else his team had poured over him which he had greedily taken.

Everything. He felt like he remembered everything. Every little smile and every little moment.

Then he came, right across his own hand. The hot liquid burning against his skin, a small reminder that his fantasy was nothing more than a vision his brain had come up to create satisfaction.

He refused to lose the afterglow so soon. So he just closed his eyes, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Soon he heard the sound of the hair dryer die down so he quickly got up to wash his hands in the kitchen.

He sighed. "What the hell were you thinking, Bagnaia?" he asked himself. Because if he thought he had already been awkward now was even worst.

It was one think to jerk off thinking about Bez when he was in his own home, where no one was around to judge him. But jerking off to his best friend while said best friend was just down the corridor was totally different.

He couldn't manage to look at Bez when he came back - this time dressed - to return the cream. He was grinning happily, his hands puffing up his hair.

"Looks good, doesn't it? You really got the good stuff" "Yeah, thanks" he said, while grinning awkwardly. He felt a mixture of shame at his own thoughts and actions. But he couldn't deny that he was happy that he could provide something good for Bez.

He felt Marcos gaze against him. He heard the fabric ruffles as he crossed his arms infront his chest, still looking at him. He didn't dare to return the glance. Not when he had just come for those eyes.

"You okay?" Bez asked, his voice daring and strong. Like he was saying 'I know you're not so don't lie to me'. Pecco swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Totally." he even forced a smile "Everything fine. Why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know... You've been acting weird. Anyway..."

He turned around, shrugging and left.

Pecco used that moment to burry his head in his hands. He was fucked. He wasn't getting fucked. He was just fucked.

But at least he assumed that there was no way this whole situation could get anymore weird and awkward. That was until the evening came around.

He was already getting ready for bed when suddenly the lights went out and he was left in the dark. The whole room just went dark without any warning.

He blinked in confusion, trying to get used to the darkness.

He grabbed his phone - no signal - but the flashlight was still working. He illuminate the room with a reliefed smile. Just when he was about to look for a solution, he heard a loud scream.

"PECCO!" He knew the voice and he knew he hated the fact that he was screaming. "PECCO! FUUUCK! Shit. Shit. Shit. AH-!"

The combination of curses spiked his panic. He quickly ran to the door and pushed it open. He ran through the corridor where he heard Bez moving and still silently cursing.

"Marco? I'm here!" he yelled back, worried that he had fallen or hurt himself in the dark. Because as he saw, the whole house was dark.

He found him easily and quickly lowered the flashlight after accidentally holding it right in Bez face. He blinked and closed his eyes but the shiver of his whole body was evident that something wasn't right. And looking at the thick hoodie and socks he was wearing, it couldn't be the cold.

"Marco, is everything okay?" "I... The... The light has gone out." he replied, his voice slightly less confident than usual. There was a faint sound to it, he couldn't fully identify. His words were shacky.

"Yeah... I don't know. I guess the power went out." he took a look at the electric watch that was connected to the oven but it was dark. "Yep. We just have to wait till it returns. I'm sure it's normal." "Can't we call someone?"

Pecco saw how Bez started to move his hands. They were grabbing into his own hoodie, while his gaze was fixed on Pecco. He moved slightly closer. "I mean - There has to be a way, right?"

And now Pecco could identify the underlying sound. It was fear. He looked at his friend for a moment in confusion. He watches him shiver and move from one feet to the other.

"We're not getting a signal. And there's too much snow to drive. But it's just one night. We-" "But it's cold and... Forget it." this time it was him avoiding his gaze. It worried the older man.

"Hey, it's okay. What's going on? Marco, I'm your friend, you can trust me." he tried, hoping his voice was calm enough to actually have an effect.

He watched Marco seemingly contamplaiting, thinking it over, maybe considering his words. Then he replied with a quiet and stubborn sounding. "I don't like the darkness. Okay? I'm afraid of the dark. There. That's it. You can make fun of me if you want to"

He had this stubborn, defensive sound that he couldn't help but want to get rid of.

"What? No." he quickly said and couldn't help but pull him in a hug. "No I'm not gonna make fun of you for that. Everyone has a stupid fear over something. We... We'll figure it out, okay? Just... I think it's best if we just go to bed, alright? And in the morning everything will be easier."

Bez was still cuddle against him, nodding slightly. "But... I... I had my window open." he confessed. "And?" "My room is as cold as outside. I was... I turned the heating back on but without the power that won't work either."

And now he knew what he meant. Bez couldn't stay in a room that had -9° or something like that.

"Okay. Fuck it." Pecco decided. He didn't really think about his words. Instead he just spoke because he knew he wouldn't come up with another idea.

"We're gonna have a sleepover. Like when we were kids, okay? You're sleeping in my bed." "I... Are you sure?" "Ye-Yeah" he said, trying to push the horny thoughts away that Marco would actually be spending the night in his bed. At his side.

He managed to somehow keep his thoughts clean until it was actually time to climb in bed with his best friend. 'just like when we were kids' he thought to himself.

But back then he didn't even know that gay sex was even an option. He didn't know he could feel like this for Bez. He just pushed his ideas away, covering them as a stupid idea.

But now -

And back then Cele, Luca, Migno, Bulega, Franky - they had all been there. They had been a cuddle pile. There hadn't been anything even remotely sexually about it, even if you'd tried.

But now -

"If you don't want to, I can-" Bez started and was about to sit up again when Pecco quickly laid down next to him. He just slid under the covers because worst than being worried about how to act was just Marco leaving.

The first few seconds were awkward. He felt tense and unsure. Until he felt Bez move more towards him. He felt his hands against his frame, slightly pulling him more towards him.

"You know what?" he whispered. "This is actually pretty nice"

Pecco felt Bez head against his side and he couldn't help but extend his arm to give him some more physical contact. He tried to tell himself that this was just to give Bez more comfort.

He knew very well that Bez love language was touch and it would call him. Not to mention that it was a way to keep each other warm. But in reality he just wanted to use every chance he got to touch Marco and feel him close.

He scooped him up in his arms, holding him close. He knew they only did this to calm down, for this one night but he wished it was more. He wanted to feel him pressed against his body again and again.

He didn't want to lose to feeling of having him on top of him and sleeping, like this. He felt his regular breathing. He was sure he was asleep by now. All while he refused to fall asleep now. He didn't want to waste a second of feeling Bez close to him with sleep.

"I wish this wasn't a one time thing" he whispered into the darkness. "I wish we could spent every night and every day like this. I would hodk you close, protect you and treat you right. I promise you, I would do anything for you." "Mm... A kiss would be enough for now" he heard and froze in shock.

Bez moved and opened his eyes. He smiled at him.

"Bez, you're... You're awake?" he asked. "Yeah... So? Am I getting that kiss or not? I'm asking very nicely for it, Pecco.... Please" "You - you want -" "Yes I want a kiss. From you. Now. Preferably."

He blinked a few times. He wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream. But even if it was, he decided not to care. Instead he just used his chance to lean down and kissed him.

It was soft kiss. They kissed just for the sake of kissing. They kissed because they wanted to kiss. And they didn't want to stop.

They were locked away, locked inside this little house, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Locked in the darkness and locked inside each other.

Both knew they were too tired and exhausted to actually do anything else so when they separated again to take a breath, Bez used the chance to kiss him again.

Just a quick peak on the lips and he grinned.

"Thank you... Hopefully I can stop teasing you now. I love you by the way." he whispered before he closed his eyes again, his head now laying completly on Pecco.

"I love you too" Pecco replied and planted another kiss on Marcos forehead. For a moment he was wondering if the other would remember their moment. But when he woke up from Marco softly nipping and kissing the skin at his throat, he was sure he did remember.

#you know what I give up #I would have had to write like 10k to actually write this in a way I like so have this #cause I dont have the time or the motication #Turtle anon I hope you like it anyway #pecco bagnaia #motogp #ray's writing #motogp rpf #marco bezzecchi #beznaia

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collecting--stardust · 1 year ago

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random (very weird - sorry for that) question: think of the motogp grid (2023 or 2024), pls sort the grid in "cat vibes" and "dog vibes" (not related to the pet the rider has; more like personality vibes), which riders have dog vibes and which riders have cat vibes ? like, for me Bez has the ultimative dog vibes, while Marc has cat vibes (and i can't explain why) 😂💕

Hello Mira 🫶🏻 It's not a weird question and really interesting actually! It got me thinking and while I do face some difficulties on some riders, here's my take:

dog vibes:

- raul (I mean look at him! No explanation needed.)

- alex marquez (idk he always gives off huge puppy vibes kinda like a husky?)

- alex rins (actually he reminds me of a cat too but I think he's slightly gives off more of dog vibes)

- enea (sometimes he gives off 'cat sleeping in random sun spots' vibes to me but after I saw his dog hagrid I was like ah, yeah that makes sense he does gives off dog vibes I'm just blind to it lol)

- aleix (he reminds me of a dobermann)

- bez (literally the epitome of dog vibes)

- augusto (if aleix is a dobermann then augusto will be great dane)

- martin (like rins, I am stuck between cat or dog vibes but yeah I think he falls onto the dog vibes category more)

- taka (he gives off black cat vibes sometimes but overall vibes he's more to dog vibes to me)

- zarco (idk much about him but he certainly is not cat vibes)

- miller (same reason as zarco)

cat vibes:

- miguel (he gives off fancy cat vibes like persian cats)

- fabio q (idk he sure has the dog vibes going on but I think he's like a maine coon and I dont even know why)

- franky (black cat personified)

- pecco (come on there's no way he's a dog vibes person)

- maverick (he's unpredictable to me so really cat-like)

- marc (to me he's a ragdoll cat and I don't take any criticism)

- mir (idk he really reminds me of that cat in the ghibli movie kiki's delivery service)

- pol (idk much about pol but from the clips and videos I've seen of him he gives off cat vibes to me)

- brad (another rider that idk much about but he gives off the opposite vibes from darryn which is 100% dog vibes so I assumed he's a cat vibes type of guy)

- diggia (he reminds me of a Scottish fold lol)

- luca (he's a tough one. I spent too long because he looks exactly like his cute poodles but I think personality wise he's more of a cat. A calm one, but can be mischievous at times.)

- pedro (listen. this guy reminds me of a squirrel for some reason so this is extremely tough for me but after a long time thinking, I have come to the conclusion that he seems like a siamese cat too so yeah.)

I don't know if it's accurate or not but it's just my opinion. Thanks a lot Mira 🩷

#while thinking about acosta i suddenly reminded of deniz and that guy is 100% a ginger cat lmao #i mostly just go on with vibes and from observing random stuffs about them since for some riders i really dk much about them #tbh brad can be a dog vibes person too since he has such big balls during racing #but from what I've seen of him outside of racing hes really soft spoken and calm so yeah #that was tough lmao but i had so much fun <3 #la réponse 💗

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formulapookie · 4 months ago

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20 (a kiss on a scar) for MarcMarc

also unrelated, but I read through some of your work and I love it!!

20. a kiss on a scar

Bez is waken from his sleep by a groan coming from the man beside him.

Marc has not been feeling well lately, but as the stubborn idiot his boyfriend is he didn't want Bez to know what bothered him.

Now it's clear he is truly in pain, he's holding his arm tight and trying to regulate his breath.

"Marc? What's going on?" "Nothing nothing go back to sleep" "No it's not nothing Marc, you're hurting, tell me what's going on"

Marc is not one easy to read Bez has found out, not even when he trusts people he lets them see him completely, the only one who may be past all his walls it's Alex, and Bez is still not sure even his brother knows the real Marc.

But the obviousness of his pain it's hard to bypass, especially for someone like Bez who tends to take other's pain and suffering turning them into his owns just to let them free of those weights.

"Marc. Please I want to help you and I need you to tell me how, otherwise I can't and I - I just can't let you suffer like this ok?"

Marc looks like he does some thinking. Tries to be sure he can let down some of his defences in front of Bez.

"My arm. It - I didn't take my painkillers today, it hurts a lot" "Oh God why didn't you take them? Ugh Marc where are they? I'm gonna grab them for you"

Marc hisses again, it's one of those days when the arm just doesn't let him breathe without hurting.

"They uh I think they're in my bag in the blue thing in there" "These?"

Marc lifts up his head to look.

"Yeah I can take them myself Marco don't" "No. you are staying in bed, I'm gonna grab a water bottle and bring it to you, don't you dare move" "But-" "Marc."

Bez sounds resolute, firm in a way it's unusual in their relationship.

Marc knows it's done to help him, to protect him, but he feels like he has to be the one protecting the boy, not the other way around.

He's not quick enough tho, as Bez goes in the kitchen and takes some water, heading back in their room immediately after.

"Here, take - how many did you miss?" "I don't know" "Marc, please" "I think two, this morning and this evening" "Ok here's two, take them" "Marco I can survive without them" "I don't give a fuck, I'm not letting you suffer like this, come on take them"

Marc looks at his boyfriend, worry in his eyes, he feels like a small animal who's been wounded and who's been rescued by him.

He's never - with Vale it was different, there wasn't this tenderness that he and Marco share.

He doesn't know how to navigate it.

"I don't want them" "Marc if you don't take them I'm gonna make you take them with force I don't care, you HAVE to take these, they make your arm feel better no?" "Yeah but... I know people who could manage without I don't want to be weaker than them"

Marco is speechless, because this is just out of this world.

"Marc. Marc look at me. You came back from a surgery and a crash that would've ended anyone's career, but not yours. You fought through it, and won, and now you're winning again! The thing I hate the most about your injury is the fact I wasn't there back then to help you recover from it"

Marc is on the verge of tears, the love Marco has in his eyes, he only experienced it coming from himself towards the others, never the other way around.

"Marc please" "Ok. Just because you ask me"

Bez helps him take the pills, then gets back in bed with him, and hugs him tight.

"You aren't weak Marc. You're the opposite of it. Never say that again ok? Promise me" "Marco I" "Promise. Please. Promise me you'll never say you're weak again"

Marco looks like a kid in need of reassurance everything's gonna be ok, and Marc doesn't have it in his heart to say no.

"Ok. Ok I promise"

Bez smiles, one of his contagious smiles that make Marc curl his lips too.

He moves slightly, placing a soft kiss on Marc's scar, with that never ending love that can be felt through his every action.

"I kiss away your pain see?"

And he just keeps leaving more and more kisses on it, making Marc laugh, a true laugh, not one he trains himself for.

And Bez couldn't be prouder of himself, and of Marc, of course, because even something as simple as accepting help is a great step towards Marc's self esteem and awareness, and he aims at making it perfect.

#alice journal of asks #pancakes-and-pansexuals #alice writes #marcmarc #ASK GAME #thanks for loving themmmmm #Im currently finishing to check pt 4 of les fleurs du mal so #coming soon?

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ivor-outlaw · 2 years ago

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Thanks to @thisautistic for giving me a chance to share random stuff because I'm the opposite of a gatekeeper – think of me as a gate usher, wanna get everyone to hop inside and take a seat and look at my bullshit that I'll eagerly present to you sksksk 🧡 So, lock screen, last song I've listened to, and last saved pic!

Lock screen literally so basic but I'm a pastel brat and also I should charge my phone oof

Song? Tissues. Was I thinking about a new fanfic to write while jamming? Maybe. We'll never know and that's the mystery of life. Saved pic is literally my friend sharing the most random shit with me I love her but also if this isn't absolutely social failure babygirl Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul—

Anyway let's see the mutuals!!🧡 @jez-bez @sleepynerdy @kawasiki-jo Go wild if you wanna and everyone else of whoever follows this blog too ofc!🧡

#tag game #am i procrastinating?#what does it look like #someone gives me something to do that isn't studying and i leap at the opportunity

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systenowy-blog · 2 months ago

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for ppl as they don't know what passive agression is

from all this we said "do whatever you want" because we genuinly wanted that person to make her own choice, when she informed us she dislikes it - we stopped

so yeah, we were indirect but in a gentle/tactful/afraid matter

asking someone:

"hey, I noticed that every time Jacob fronts something happens, are you doing it on purpose?"

isn't passive agressive to me - it's an observation (which was right after 4th attempt)

saying:

"you know she was a minor when you did that?"

was a reminder to someone they did a wrong thing and should reflect on their behavior, fix things or at least don't do that next time even if it was an accident

being mad and throwing a snarky comment "and we were supposed to watch movies"

after somebody promised they will and ended up hurting you might be passive agressive but I simply don't give a fuck!

*the only passive agressive thing Brie really did was making our ex listen to the song about a fucking liar - she deserved it :)

I am aware host was so fucking scared after awhile she didn't say she doesn't want something anymore beause she was silenced, shouted at, manipulated so even if she was standing someone's abuse it was still abuse - nobody asked us about a lot of things before harmful actions, just because someone was frozen, didn't react immediately or thought this is normal so they have to accept it even if they felt bad is not ok, nobody wanted our reassurment that what is done to us is ok - it was the opposite - they forced us to believe it is, nobody fucking cared/thought they're crossing our boundaries so we gave up on setting them - I can explain shit but if you don't have commons sense then it's not my problem (nie muszę podawać wszystkiego na tacy bo ktoś balansuje na granicy żeby tylko dostać co chce bez niby naruszania ich by potem powiedzieć "nie wiedziałem" - nie moja wina, że jesteś głupi)

also those accusations coming from someone who was treating us this way often at the end of relationship and later is hypocritical

*we were moody beause due to trauma we became unstable! there was literally one time ages after break up when we made a meme fight about someone and we still deleted and felt awful

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no cóż... jeśli ex uważa nasze posty po zerwaniu jako pasywną agresywność to proszę bardzo, wiem, że były bitter/pełne żalu, ale też radości, mogły być uznane za uwagi co było nie tak, nie żeby ktoś kazał jej czytać jak wiadomo, pamiętnik tego co się stało i co jest lepiej, czym się cieszymy - powtarzam to w kółko, ale faktycznie mogło kogoś zaboleć tylko czy mnie to obchodzi po tym co ktoś zrobił mi? nie bardzo już, może kiedyś, nie miałam głównie na celu wkurwienia kogoś a prędzej w razie czego by ktoś zrozumiał i co najwyżej nie postępował już tak później, ale przede wszystkim było to dla nas - nawet jak ówczesna radość kogoś w oczy kłuła czy nie zgadzał się z naszą perspektywą albo (w co wątpię) czuł się źle ze sobą po tym jak postępował

co do patronizowania czy jak to na polski przełożyć - zdarzało mi się, nie udawajmy, że nie, tyle, że raczej wobec rodziców (i tak się źle z tym czuję, ale nie potrafię się czasami powstrzymać jak na serio się idiotycznie zachowują w kółko choć muszę sobie przypominać, że tata też tak ma przez chorobę) lub kogoś kogo nienawidzę

kiedy nazywam kogoś głuptasem (a sprawdziliśmy wszelkie posty i wiadomości więc nie było nigdzie nazwanie kogoś durniem/debilem/głupolem i jedyne kto mógł tak walić to raczej Jacob żartobliwie, potem tak przezywaliśmy drugą though - fakt, ale no też nie było to naprawdę choć jeśli czuła się z tym źle to jest nam przykro, nie wiem jednak czy potrafimy to zmienić heh...) to zwykle jako pet name choć nie każdemu może się to podobać, moja frustracja, że ktoś sobie z czymś nie radzi gdy palnę "daj mi to bo nie umiesz" nie musi być przez wszystkich lubiana - tak już mamy między sobą nawet, potrafię się irytować, że ktoś wiecznie odwala coś lub nie rozumie prostych słów, ale często wkurza mnie sytuacja a nie człowiek bądź jest to coś w rodzaju czyjegoś quirku bez którego byłoby smutno tak na serio, czasem owszem jest to już poważniejsza sprawa gdy mam kogoś dość, ale takie patronizowanie się nie zdarzało NIGDY przy mojej pierwszej byłej więc nie muszę się tak na serio z tego spowiadać - jedynie raz pamiętam jak siedziałam obrażona bo gdy mieliśmy poważnie porozmawiać to ona stworzyła na szybko problem byleby się z tego wymigać i nie chciało mi się jej pomagać - to nawet nie pasuje w kategorię jednak, przy drugiej już coś się działo przez chaos i krzywdę w nas wymierzoną (mniej lub bardziej świadomą) także zaczynałam tracić cierpliwość i pozostali wręcz zrobili sobie ze mnie tarczę wiedząc, że to ja nie powstrzymam się przed komentarzem a oni zostaną święci, nie podobało mi się to, ale cóż, tym razem ja broniłam ich - bywa

pamiętam każdą sytuację, która wynikła bo mam dużo poczucia winy gdzie nie powinnam np jak to kiedy krzyknęłam na kogoś, że włazi mokrymi buciorami z balkonu i wycierałam to szmatką po "co ty wyrabiasz?!" wobec niego - czy muszę za to przepraszać? nie wiem, w końcu do dziś nie mam pojęcia czy opierdalanie z troski jest dobre czy złe bo ktoś mi zjebał światopogląd - tak czy tak będę to robić, ale to też ma swoje granice/sposób żeby nie było to takie jak np robi moja matka (boję się, że jestem do niej podobna) i też nie zdarzało się często a raczej prawie w ogóle w relacji anyway

zawsze starałam się załagodzić sytuację, nie powiedzieć czegoś agresywnego, sprawdzić wpierw zanim się odezwę, przymykałam oko na to i owo, wybaczałam niepotrzebnie i próbowałam akceptować, wierzyłam w każde "to tylko żart" mimo, że było mi przykro oraz naprawiałam co mogłam więc kurwa mać jak ktoś chce jebanego ideała to powodzenia, ale grunt, że miałam dobre intencje i starałam dopasować choć nie powinnam kiedy inni po prostu byli egoistami wobec mnie i w dupie mieli mój komfort/bezpieczeństwo najwyraźniej wciąż wymagając niestworzone rzeczy i będąc jak pole minowe (bo nigdy im nic nie odpowiadało), nie ja! oni jak się okazuje

nawet jak rozważałam na głos by ktoś miał update moich przemyśleń zanim ustalę coś też nie było uznawane za wprost i nigdy nikt mi nie pomógł dojść do żadnych wniosków tylko było "temat wraca jak bumerang" lub "nie chcę o tym myśleć" więc zamilkłam - it's on you

mnie też o niczym nikt nie informował i musiałam wiecznie się domyślać, łapać aluzje i potem było wielkie halo jak tego nie zrobiłam czy jak zrobiłam przez co gubiłam się co mam brać do siebie a co nie i porównywałam się z chłopakami czując się niewystarczająca a co już mówić by choć raz mieć normalną poważną rozmowę jak powyżej opisałam, nie jestem "borderem" czy potworem a nawet jeśli to tylko kiedy ktoś mnie sprowokował lub zrobił tak dużo złego, że musiałam się w końcu bronić czy po wszystkim już moje anonimowe przemyślenia cierpiąc a to nie jest atakiem, wahałam się bo ktoś mnie rozchwiał swoim idiotycznym postępowaniem i dopiero odkrywałam pewne rzeczy więc przypadkiem mogłam zrobić coś nie tak, nigdy świadomie choćbym czasem chciała być naprawdę chujem - nie potrafię nawet zbytnio kłamać a co już mówić manipulować czy kogoś zniszczyć, za niektóre rzeczy biorę odpowiedzialność, ale kuźwa nie będzie mnie już gaslightował, przede wszystkim moja historia trzyma się kupy i tyle

chodziłam na szkolenia z komunikacji i zdałam najlepiej z klasy - potrafię to robić dopóki ktoś mnie nie dobije do cna bo do tego trzeba też dwóch osób a nie jedna, która prawi monolog, jedyne w czym miałam "minus" (tak na serio nim nie był tylko nauczycielka powiedziała, że będzie mi w życiu z tym ciężko) to w zauważaniu braków logiki jak ktoś próbuje mnie oszukać czy rzuca słowa na wiatr itp więc sorry

mam wyjebane na czyjąś opinię, że robiłam czegoś za mało i nieodpowiednio już jeśli nie zwrócił mi nigdy uwagi, mówił, że tak lubi wpierw lub gdy sam postępował gorzej bądź tak samo czy to co miałabym zrobić wg niego jest po prostu spierdolone, przyjmę tylko to co serio ktoś sensownie nie chce bym robiła wobec niego bo go triggeruje/boli/sprawia iż czuje się niekomfortowo czy potrzebuje a ja jestem w stanie to dać - jeśli nie to żegnam bo nie o to chodzi żeby obie strony wiecznie się raniły i były dla siebie niewystarczające, jestem zmęczona wieczną obserwacją osób co im wygodnie, że dopytam, ale też tym, że wciąż muszę wskazywać palcem na coś co jest jasne jak słońce bo zaczynam wątpić, że to przypadek

ile razy mogę coś powtarzać? czy jak komuś powiesz, że nie lubisz naleśników to musi przy każdym posiłku mówić "tak, też bez sera, tak, również bez mięsa, tak, dzisiaj także" zamiast tego, że ktoś uszanuje go i po prostu ich nie zrobi? to metafora, ale naprawdę tak się zachowujecie...

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PS zawsze się obwiniam za bycie sarkastycznym, ale czasem lubię tą swoją cechę bo niektórych nie tylko bawi co po prostu przyprowadza do rozsądku w jakiś sposób bez darcia nań mordy, nie zawsze chcę kogoś tym urazić, bywa, że to jedynie stwierdzenie faktu czy przypomnienie o czymś, ważne jest jak ktoś czegoś używa i wobec kogo, to, że kogoś walnę nie oznacza, że jestem wredna bo jeśli zrobię to jak mnie molestuje czy coś to cóż (you had it coming)

#abuse #ours

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Prottherapy & Lab.

| Area of actual design 265 m²

The proposal seeks to answer questions about the future of lung cancer treatment. The negative situation on the territory of the Slovak Republic forces patients who do not have treatment options available in their own country to travel abroad. The modern centre of the future consists in the design of a therapeutic Proton Centre for the treatment of lung cancer using a proton beam connected to a small research laboratory - Protherapy & Lab. We approached the assignment with respect for the overall treatment process. The Therapy Center supports the new-age treatment and advances its state-of-the-art technological and medical equipment. The location of the building itself is also of great importance - it is unconventionally located underground. We foresee that in the future centres of this nature will be connected to the new infrastructure of hospitals, and not only in our territory. The aim was to create a modern, easily accessible and efficient proton centre network for the treatment of lung cancer, which will be part of the newly established hospitals. It will guarantee top-notch medical services, a pleasant workplace for employees, and efficient self-sustainable operations. In addition to meeting the requirements of the new network of hospitals being established in Slovakia, other objectives include improving access to emergency medical services and strengthening primary care, which is to serve as a key centre for the integration of care for more than just cancer patients. The space itself is divided into three main supporting parts, such as the entrance zone I, which consists of a reception area separated by an atypical partition. Behind the reception area there are two rooms, which would be difficult to do without. It is the outpatient room where the pre-ambulatory examinations will take place in connection with the therapy itself. Opposite is the inpatient area. In zone II, the irradiation room, there is a ProBeam 360° machine, without which the therapy itself would have been very difficult to carry out and run. Zone III has the just mentioned underground Protherapy & Lab, with a research focus not only in the field of treatment.

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| Riešená plocha 265 m²

Návrh hľadá odpoveď na otázky budúcnosti v liečbe rakoviny pľúc. Negatívna situácia na území Slovenskej republiky núti pacientov, ktorí nemajú k dispozícii možnosti liečby vo svojej krajine, vycestovať do zahraničia. Moderné centrum budúcnosti spočíva v návrhu terapeutického Protónového centra na liečbu rakoviny pľúc pomocou protónového lúča spojeného s malým výskumným laboratóriom - Protherapy & Lab. K zadaniu sme pristupovali s rešpektom k celkovému procesu liečby. Terapeutické centrum podporuje novodobú liečbu a napreduje svojím špičkovým technologicko-medickým vybavením. Veľké opodstatnenie má aj samotné umiestnenie objektu - je netradične lokalizované pod zemou. Počítame s tým, že v budúcnosti budú centrá takéhoto charakteru pripojené k novej infraštruktúre nemocníc, a to nielen na našom území. Cieľom bolo vytvoriť modernú, ľahko dostupnú a efektívnu sieť protónového centra na liečbu rakoviny pľúc, ktorá bude súčasťou novovzniknutých nemocníc. Zaručí špičkové zdravotnícke služby, príjemné pracovisko pre zamestnancov, efektívnu sebestačnú prevádzku. Popri splnení požiadaviek novej siete nemocníc, vzniknutých na Slovensku, patrí medzi ďalšie ciele zlepšenie prístupu aj k pohotovostným lekárskym službám a posilnenie primárnej starostlivosti, ktorá má slúžiť ako kľúčové centrum integrácie starostlivosti nie len onkologických pacientov. Samotný priestor je delený do troch hlavných nosných častí, ako je vstupná zóna I, ktorá pozostáva z recepčného priestoru, oddeleného atypickým predelom. Za recepčnou časťou sú umiestnene dve miestnosti, bez ktorých by sme sa zaobišli ťažko. Jedná sa práve o ambulantnú miestnosť, v ktorej budú prebiehať predambulančné vyšetrenia v náväznosti na samotnú terapiu. Oproti sa nachádza lôžková zóna. V zóne II, ožarovacej miestnosti, je umiestnený prístroj ProBeam 360°, bez ktorého by sa samotná terapia uskutočňovala a prebiehala veľmi ťažko. Zóna III. disponuje práve spomínaným podzemným laboratóriom Protherapy & Lab, s výskumným zameraním nie len v oblasti liečby.

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