in college grace definitely spent an evening doing variations on the blind taste test experiment to work out if skittles really are all the same flavour and if so, whether its the color or the smell that best signifies the flavour to us
helloo i absolutely love your abo au and i am obsessed with the marcmarc dynamic
i was wondering would you ever write pecco/marcmarc something like pecco being sad/upset over something and the omegas just comforting him, it could be just cuddles or it could be something a little more i think it would be interesting to see how marc and pecco’s relationship is like without vale there (we know marco and pecco already get along so well) also i think pecco deserves to get spoiled by two omegas
Rosquez a/b/o au, part ???
I think that marc and pecco deal with disappointment/mistakes similarly (internalize, internalize, internalize) so it would simultaneously be easy for marc to understand him and also difficult for him to deal with. He would definitely feel more comfortable having bez around to help!
Thank you for the ask. 🤍
Pecco is no stranger to criticism. He’s grown up in an environment entirely based around competition, and he’s used to looking at statistics and numbers and comparisons. Faster, faster, how to be faster.
No matter how much criticism he deals with, though, Pecco is always his own biggest critic. He is the one to put the most pressure on himself, even when his parents and sister and pack tell him to take a step back and calm down. It’s common for his mood to be affected by his performance, and when Marc joins the pack it’s one of the things he notices immediately. Even at the ranch, which Marc had thought was fun for the boys, Pecco can sometimes come away in a sharp mood.
Marc also notices that Bez is the one most adept at handling Pecco’s big feelings. He takes all of Pecco’s sharpness and jagged edges that would cut someone else and files him down until he’s smooth like a river stone. It’s one of the many things that Marc admires about Bez as a fellow omega. It doesn’t even seem like Bez realizes he’s doing it.
The race goes terribly. Pecco goes down hard, and while thankfully nothing is broken, he’s sore all over. He’s stewing in his anger as the rest of the pack wrap up their media duties and finish up for the day. The alphas check in with him, but it becomes apparent very quickly that Pecco has no desire to deal with any of them.
It’s Carola that happens to grab Marc’s arm as he’s heading toward the pack trailer.
“Marc!” she greets.
She sounds happy, which is still odd to Marc. He’s getting used to being liked by faces that he was too used to avoiding. He always assumed that Carola had a distaste for him, but she seems pleased that he’s joined the same pack as her brother. Marc almost feels guilty for assuming that she didn’t like him.
“Carola,” he greets, kissing her on both cheeks.
“Are you going to your pack?”
Marc nods, cheeks flushing. He doesn’t think it will ever get old, acknowledging his pack.
“Can you stop at Pecco’s motorhome first? He won’t come out on his own and he should be with you all, not alone and wallowing. I am trying to find Bez but I think he will come with you, too.”
Marc blanches for a moment, stunned by the faith that she has in him to support the alphas of his pack. He doesn’t have time to tell her no, though, because she’s off with a toss of her hair.
Marc does as he asks and goes to Pecco’s trailer, knocking first and then letting himself in.
Pecco is sitting on the couch, head in his hands while he stares down at a tablet that Marc can only assume contains data from the race.
“My pace was enough to win,” Pecco complains, immediately, without even looking up to Marc.
Marc knows this is a tenuous situation, and he hopes that Carola sends Bez his way soon. He has a distinct feeling that he might be out of his depth on this one.
“Yes, it was,” Marc agrees, knowing that Pecco probably won’t respond to platitudes from him of all people. “You were fast.”
Pecco looks up at him angrily, and Marc curves his shoulders and tilts his head so he’s looking at Pecco through his eyelashes. Marc may not be offering platitudes, but looking cute and nonthreatening can’t hurt.
Pecco huffs, and Marc takes his lack of comment as an invitation to move toward the other man and settle down on the couch next to him. He takes the tablet out of Pecco’s hands, having to pry his fingers a little bit, and then tosses it behind him.
Pecco growls, but there’s no heat to it. It’s just a warning, and Marc has never been one to heed warnings the first time. He reaches out and offers his wrist to Pecco, who brings it to his nose. Marc’s scent seems to pacify him a little, so Marc takes Pecco’s hand with his free hand.
“Let’s go to the pack room. Carola is looking for Bez and we might find him on the way.”
Pecco still looks annoyed, and Marc has to smother a smile at the stormy look on his face when they step out of the trailer and set out across the paddock. Marc smiles and waves and greets people as they walk by, a stark contrast to the silent and cranky alpha following him.
They run into Bez right outside the pack motorhome, and Bez immediately relaxes when he sees the two of them.
“Marc! Franci! Good. I’m glad you managed to drag him here.”
Bez climbs the stairs first, and Marc pulls Pecco along. Once they’re inside, Marc sets about making a nest for the three of us while Bez has quiet words with Pecco. Bez is laughing, which at first seems to make Pecco angrier but then succeeds in getting a small smile from him.
The nest takes no time at all, and Marc happily tugs Pecco into the center of it. Bez slots himself against Pecco’s other side, and they’re all silent for a moment.
“I was fast,” Pecco complains, petulantly and without the same heat and frustration from earlier.
Bez makes eye contact with Marc and rolls his eyes, and Marc has to hold his breath for a moment to avoid giggling.
Pecco frowns and looks between the two of them.
“You two are terrible.”
Bez and Marc shake their heads at once.
“Maybe we are,” Marc teases. “We have a sad alpha in between us and we haven’t spoiled him even a little bit.”
He reaches up and tangles a hand in Pecco’s hair, scratching at his scalp. He gives Pecco a gentle tug, and bares his throat to him so he can tuck his face against him and scent him. He scents Marc first and then Bez finally gives up on the teasing and bares his own neck. Pecco turns to press a kiss to the base of Bez’s throat and Bez purrs happily.
“It was a good race, Franci.”
“Until I crashed,” he complains bitterly.
“Until you crashed,” Marc agrees. “But you won’t next time.”
Pecco huffs, and Marc wraps himself tighter around the alpha.
“It was the back wheel,” Pecco explains.
He launches into a pouty debrief, and Bez and Marc both relax. When Pecco starts to debrief, it’s the beginning of the end of his bad mood. He always needs to stew in his frustration, then analyze, then he can move on.
Marc only half listens as Pecco rants about the race, and instead distracts himself by playing with Pecco’s fingers and making faces at Bez. By the time Pecco has run out of steam, he is much more relaxed between the two of them, and Bez and Marc basically lay themselves on top of him. Their legs all tangle together, and the smell in the room finally loses its sharp edge.
Marc rests his head in the crook of Pecco’s neck, and he smiles against his collarbone as he hears Bez press a kiss to Pecco’s lips.
“Love you,” Bez says sweetly.
Marc can practically hear the roll in Pecco’s eyes as he returns the expression of love.
The three of them lay there together, relaxed and calm, until Marc is nearly asleep and remembers he needs to text Vale, who is back in Italy on business.
Vale: good race ❤️
Vale: how is pecco?
Marc smiles, happy that Vale is checking in on their pack as always.
Marc opens the camera and holds it out, snapping a picture of the three of them before Pecco can protest.
He sends it immediately, and only moments later Vale responds with a row of hearts.
Vale: I am proud of him. Love you.
Marc shows Pecco and Bez the message, and his heart swells with happiness at the relaxed smile on Pecco’s face.
I need someone to write the fic where Ed and Stede run their inn so horribly that Izzy’s ghost comes back to slap them into shape so he can rest but he keeps having to come back and fix things over and over until it’s revealed that they’re fucking things up on purpose because Ed still needs Izzy and
oh parker so nonbinary. her going "what do i know about teenage girls!" and nate being like "well you were a teenage girl" and she says "only sort of". very transgender response.
