#cv13

[givemebackmypills]

[imeriayapping]

[isacksteban]

pictures of vale from each year he had a son + his age 😸 (im bored)

vale when he had franky (1994, 15)

vale when he had mig and niccolò (1996, 16/17)

vale when he had pecco and luca (1997, 17/18)

vale when he had diggia and bez (1998, 19)

vale when he had cele (2001, 22)

[imerian]

Vr46 academy keychains

Set of five charms that all match in different ways

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Open for detailed pictures of each one

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ִֶָ 𓂃��˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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I ran out of tags so I'll say it here but i would greatly appreciate a reblog, especially if you share your thoughts on these pieces in tags (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Also i forgot that bez have matching part with luca so I didn’t add that to tags sorry

[alexxuce]

through your visor

[satellite-runner]

i’ve been bewitched by the worlds biggest cringefail boy loser

[hotmessmaxpress]

Cele can’t stop staring at the tattoo. He’s not sure when Bez got it, but now that he knows it’s there it is all he can think about.

They haven’t spent time with each other in weeks, seeing each other only for short moments in between other commitments. Now that they’ve got time together, though, Cele finds he has nothing to say.

Bez talks for the both of them, catching him up on the cult he’s been spending time with, and whipping out his phone to show him some Instagram posts he has saved. Celestino can’t say he cares, but he also doesn’t have to fake enthusiasm. He easily gets excited about things just because Bez is excited.

Still, the tattoo. It’s a distraction from the world around him, and Cele is only vaguely aware of Bez talking.

“When did you get that?” Cele asks, gesturing to where the tattoo has been peeking out from the top of Bez’s shirt.

Bez, who was clearly in the middle of a sentence Cele wasn’t listening to, is thrown for a moment as he tries to figure out what Cele is talking about.

“Oh! The tattoo? Pretty recently. Over the break.”

Cele hums in acknowledgement.

“Why there?”

Bez flushes and gets a wicked smile on his face.

“For hand placement. It’s where your palm goes if you want to-“

The noise Cele makes is humiliating. It stops Bez in his tracks and he begins laughing.

“Here,” he says, still laughing at Cele.

He grabs Cele’s hand and drags it up to his neck, pressing his palm to the number. Cele’s fingers close instinctively, wrapping around Bez’s neck with just a little pressure.

The air is sucked out of the room and suddenly it doesn’t feel like a joke. Bez is still smiling but his pupils have blown wide and dark. They’re both breathing heavily and Cele starts to feel like they’re on the precipice of something.

Bez’s hand drops away from Cele’s hand, leaving it there. Cele doesn’t know how they got to this point so quickly.

He stares at Bez for a long moment, waiting on the other man to break the tension and laugh it off, or shake Cele’s hand away.

He doesn’t.

Cele tightens his hand around Bez’s throat and kisses him.

[v3lnys]

new celin pic!!! 🌊🌊

[camilleisback]

HE IS ALIVE! HE'S IN DA HOUSE!

[isacksteban]

welcome to a little world i like to call "me and sage being insane!" @boxboxluckybird

ok so basically. we're crazy and make these boys who've never interacted kiss on the lips! now i'll show you:

lance stroll x luca marini = strollini! theyre so in love >-<

cele vietti + liam lawson + jack doohan = lawhanetti..?

franco colapinto + paul aron = colaron.. idfk leave me alone

oscar piastri + pedro acosta = pedroscar

checo perez + pol espargaro = esperez or smth

i think thats all of them so far. not counting marcmarc, sargecchi, or bearnelli bc we didn't make those 😸💯

[alexxuce]

Practice Day — Celestino P2 ✨

[satellite-runner]

my fav cryptid

[martylandia]

cele and bez 8 years ago 🥹🥹

[v3lnys]

my love, come back to me

Marco Bezzecchi/Celestino Vietti – 1.4k words

note: not very proud of this, but i wanted to write something not as detailed as i usually do :)

Bezz thinks it's a little hard to understand Cele sometimes. He thinks he should be good at it by now, growing up together and dating for a few years, but Cele can still be so enigmatic, a little closed off. It's not hard to guess the facile emotion he may be feeling, especially when Cele is sulking, it shows up fairly easily. But it's hard to get inside his brain, understand what caused it or how it really makes Cele feel, hard to understand what he's thinking, how he's dealing with it.

None of the guys really suspected anything, not even Bezz, not until Cele started drifting away, fading out of the picture by choice. They were a little too preoccupied with their own shit during the season, trying to make time for each other, but ultimately a little lost in their own stuff.

Bezz would check in, taking the feeble responses and excuses without much thought when he should've dug deeper. Cele always relents if he's persistent enough. And it's not like Cele was dying, or planning to, but he was almost withering away by the time Bezz grew concerned enough to pry. Bezz had every right to pry, that kind of came with the ordeal of a relationship and caring about someone, but Cele was more independent and Bezz was trying his best to respect it. In the end, he felt like maybe he respected it too much, it probably wouldn’t have gotten so bad with more insistent check-ins.

It wasn't until Bezz's routine started feeling void of the Cele shaped presence that he took a more physical approach than just texting and calls or facetime while Bezz cooked for himself and Rubik. One day Bezz just showed up at Cele's place, concerned with the slight reluctance he was met with when he brought up the proposal to come over.

Cele was never particularly tidy with his spaces, liked to keep them 'lived in', but this was just. Different. Dirty clothes on the floor, unmade bed, days old dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. Cele didn't look his best either. Paler than normal, curls wild and grown out, unshaved beard. It made Bezz's heart break, something in his chest tightening at the thought of Cele – his Cele – suffering in silence as they all went about their lives, taking his lackluster excuses at face value.

Bezz wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not when Cele was fidgeting around like he should've even felt guilty about anything. He helped clean the place up, took the medication off Cele's nightstand with shaky hands. Bezz couldn't even read it properly, thought he really might cry if he read what it really was. But the bottles and weird names were telling enough, Bezz was somewhat familiar with it all. They prescribed him all kinds of different shit when he was having a hard time getting his head in order earlier in the season.

They showered together, Cele practically melting against Bezz's chest the whole time. It must've been so relieving, finally getting to bask in the physical contact, the closeness, the care. Bezz sat him down on the bathroom counter after, gently held Cele's face as he shaved his scruffy beard. It immediately made Cele look younger, a little more alive and Bezz could already see the life coming back to Cele's face, eyes. It was nice. Getting to take care of him, even if he should've done it sooner.

With the blinds wide open, the fall brightness filtering into Cele's apartment, everything was coming back to life. Bezz's boy was coming back to life. Coming back to him.

Cele wasn't that good with opening up about his feelings, clearly, but they talked about it, kind of. Cele was a little more lively after they ate, ordering take out because the kitchen pretty much only housed redbulls and ingredients that Bezz wasn't qualified enough to craft into a meal. They migrated to Cele's bed after, fresh sheets and all, Cele's head pillowed on Bezz's chest, talking quietly about it all, Bezz finally deciding to push a little. He wanted to understand.

A few weeks passed. The guys were clearly happy to have Cele around again, checked in more, Bezz could see that Cele liked it even if he didn't let on. He fucked his collarbone at the last race, Bezz made sure he was there to take care of him. They barely spent time apart, but it was good.

The season's over and they're pretty much glued together, apart from the occasion plans that Bezz's friends make and invite him along, Cele has his own stuff too. But they wake up together and they fall asleep together, they take Rubik out for walks. They meet up with the guys and it's good, it's normal again.

Cele is half on top of Bezz again, one arm around his waist, cheek squished against Bezz's pec. It's pretty fucking cold in Cele's apartment so it feels cozy to be like this, all tangled together like they're one creature. Bezz plays with the curly strands of Cele's dark hair, he thinks he really likes the length. Long, but not too wild. Cele doesn't have to wear the sling anymore, still, his doctor told him not to put too much stress on the injury. Bezz doesn't think Cele will listen to the doctors though.

They've been in this position for ages, talking and just. Enjoying each other. Rubik is sleeping in his fluffy dog bed and Bezz loves this, it feels so perfect and domestic that he could cry.

"Want to go for a walk?" he asks when they've been silent for a while.

"Yeah. Okay," Cele mutters an answer, but doesn't make any move to get up for a while, not until Bezz starts untangling their legs.

He's wearing Bezz's hoodie, soft and clearly loved, big on Cele just like it is on Bezz and everything about it just compels Bezz to draw him closer, kissing him easily, softly.

They go outside and it's cold, a little windy, already dark outside even though it's not even that late. Cele's wearing a light blue puffer jacket, celeste. It matches Bezz's, although his is camo print. They hold hands as they make their way through the quiet street, talking about whatever. Bezz doesn't remember the last time life felt so right.

The skatepark is empty even though it's not that cold yet. Bezz tugs Cele towards the tallest ramp, runs up and sits on the edge, waits for Cele to do the same. Cele tries, but doesn't gather enough momentum, slides back down and he laughs, bright and easy. It's so fucking nice. Hearing Cele laugh like this. The next time he succeeds, sits down beside Bezz and they're both smiling at each other, leaning towards each other for a kiss.

Bezz reaches into his pocket, there's a brand new pack of cigarettes, still in the plastic wrapping and all, that he bought this morning, intending to share with Cele. It's unhealthy, but it's almost like a treat now, not like a good few weeks ago when he was chainsmoking during the early stages of the whole recovery thing for Cele. It was hard. It's better now, so much better. They only smoke together, it’s easier to lose the habit that way.

His lighter has a little scorpion sticker on one side, a wave sticker on the other. Cele holds his cigarettes between his index and middle fingers, palm open – Bezz read somewhere that it must mean Cele's a dreamer. He thought that was fairly accurate. Bezz holds his cigarettes like they're a joint or something, Cele teases him for it. They hold hands, fingers intertwined and resting on Bezz's thigh.

The ashes fall down the ramp, the skaters will be fine, the wind will scatter them. When they slide down, they stand there for a moment and Cele starts rubbing his hands together, always running colder than Bezz. He takes Cele's hands and blows warm air on them, can smell the lingering smoke on their hands and it's kind of lovely, he finds that he likes the smell.

It's properly dark outside when they get back to Cele's apartment. Bezz puts on a shitty TV drama and they settle on the couch, Cele curling up against his side again like it's his natural position. Maybe it is because Bezz likes holding Cele, sharing kisses whenever he turns his head. Rubik is a warm, solid weight on the other side of Bezz. Cele plays with the frayed strings of Bezz's hoodie, something for his nervous hands to busy themselves with.

Life is good and Bezz really loves Cele. He loves him so much that he could never put it into words. But it's okay, they have some weird silent connection, Cele understands him and Bezz is starting to crack the deeper codes that reside in Cele's subconsciousness.

[its-storminghere]

Cele, the baby of the vr46 academy, is 22 now, the SAME AGE Marc was during the divorce. Vale when I catch you!!!!

[hotmessmaxpress]

heyyy i am in absolute aww of your abo au and u would love to read about cele’s dynamic in the pack

i was wondering if u could write about cele’s relationship with marc cuz he wasn’t there during the whole marc visiting ranch before the breakup so they have zero interaction and even now he’s in moto2 so i was wondering what their dynamic would be like or whether u could write about him being sad cuz of his injury and moping cuz he can’t race and only marc is free so he takes care of him and it’s a bit awkward at first cuz they’re never alone just the two of them but then they get close and he’s basically marc’s child after that

Rosquez a/b/o au, part 4

This isn't really at all what you asked for (lol I'm sorry!) but I sort of took the injury idea and ran with it! I think this is when Marc really starts to get comfortable being a 'pack mom' of sorts. Thank you for the ask!

Celestino breaks his collarbone and he makes it everyone else's problem. Temperamental and sort of a pain in the ass normally, he becomes insufferable. Everyone has empathy, obviously, because there is nothing worse than wanting to race and being unable to. Still, there are only so many times one can hear Celin whine about being unable to race before you want to cover your ears.

Celin also doesn't want to speak to Bez, which is new for everyone. The two are codependent in the way only two trouble-making best friends can be, and Bez is apprehensive about Celin's refusal to depend on him for emotional support through this.

"You recovered faster from yours," Vale says, when Bez whines about it to him. "Leave him alone and he will get over it."

Still, Celin is driving everyone insane. He lurks around the ranch, and his contributions in the pack group chat are all depressing.

Marc realizes that as the other omega of the pack, he must step in.

He knows Celestino less than the others in MotoGP, simply because they spend less time together. Celin doesn't get as much time in the pack motorhome as the rest of them, and when they are together Bez is usually present.

Marc isn't sure if he's ever spent time alone with Celestino.

Still, he has to give it a shot. He waits until the weekend when he and Vale are home, and he invites Celin over.

You need to get out of your house. Come mope at ours, Marc sends. He follows up with I will come get you.

He sends Vale off to go run errands and says he wants to deal with Cele one-on-one.

"What if he doesn't want to speak to you either?" Vale asks, obediently grabbing his keys but looking incredulously at Marc. Marc gives Vale the softest, most pathetic, stereotypically omega look he can manage, and he watches as Vale has to consciously refrain from coming across the room to hold him in his arms. He knows that Cele will be powerless against him when he looks like that.

"Okay, fine, if you think that will work," Vale laughs. "Let me know when it is safe for me to come home."

He kisses Marc sweetly then he's out the door, presumably to go bother Uccio or the staff at the ranch.

Marc grabs his own keys and drives to Celestino's. He has to put it in the GPS, because he's never driven there alone. Marc parks outside and sees a curtain fall back into place in one of the windows, followed shortly thereafter by a pathetic looking Celestino coming out the door. He's half wrapped in zip-up a hoodie, one half hanging off of his shoulder because of the sling in the way. Marc gets out of the car and opens the door for him, and Celin says thank you in his most pouty voice.

"I don't have anything planned," Marc admits, getting in the driver's seat and pulling away. "I thought we could lay on the couch and watch whatever you want. Vale isn't home and we can eat all the snacks we want."

Celin hums in response, and Marc realizes he has his work cut out for him.

They drive in silence back to the house, and Marc guides Celin into the house. He has blankets and pillows already piled on the couch, and Celin looks suspiciously between Marc and the couch.

"I thought I would ask before I nested," Marc says.

He's had Celin in his nests before, but never alone, and he doesn't want to force the younger man to cuddle with him if he doesn't feel like it.

"Please," Celin says softly, not making eye contact.

Marc assumes that since he's been ignoring Bez he must not have been in an omega's nest since breaking his collarbone.

Marc carefully constructs it to give support to Celin's arm and sling, and then gently pulls the blankets around the both of them.

"Comfortable?" he asks.

Celin hums in response. He shifts around a bit, and Marc waits nervously as Celin tries to get comfortable. He still hasn't made eye contact with him yet, and Marc wonders for a minute if this was a bad idea. He doesn't want to make Celin feel bad if he won't be comfortable with him. His omega instincts are also starting to kick in, and that part of him wonders if his nest isn't good enough for the young, injured alpha.

Celin finally relaxes, and he tentatively wraps an arm around Marc's shoulders. Marc takes that for the invitation that it is, and snuggles close. He tucks his nose against Celin's neck, and scents the younger alpha. His scent is a little depressed, and Marc moves his head in an encouragement for Celin to scent him. The younger man does, and Marc purrs in encouragement.

They both relax a little more at that, and Celin keeps his face pressed against Marc's neck. He has clearly not relaxed like this since the injury, and Marc feels a pang of sadness for the younger man. He didn't have anywhere near the same experience Celin has had coming up through the different categories, but he does know what it's like to feel like you're on your own and isolated. He imagines it must be even harder when the people you surround yourself with have already made it to the place you want to be.

With that in mind it's a little easier for Marc to consider Celin's feelings. He must feel like his injury sets him even further back than the group, without remembering that the pack don't care where he's racing; they love him no matter what.

A shudder runs through Celin's body, and Marc kisses him on top of the head, feeling a rush of affection for the younger man.

"This is nice," Marc offers.

Celin nods, finally separating from Marc's neck enough to relax against the pillows.

"I was always nervous around you because Bez hated you for a long time, but you've never seemed bad to me."

Marc tries not to snort. That's all Vale's fault, once again.

"I appreciate that," he says softly. "You giving me the benefit of the doubt."

Celin smiles. "It turned out okay, right? I was right and you aren't bad."

He sounds a little smug, and Marc smothers a grin.

"I'm glad to be part of the pack."

He snuggles a little closer, and finally reaches for the remote now that they've both finally gotten comfortable.

"I'm glad you are too."