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this is a motorsport sideblog, heavy on the rpf. mainly motogp, f1, and extremely occasionally some indycar. i am a multishipper and a nuisance

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˙⋆ cheating+creampie - pedroscar

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Getting Pedro on his knees is a thousand times easier than Oscar was expecting. Like—the thing is that he wasn't expecting it at all, not really. But there'd been a Quadlock shoot and then some extremely inadvisable tequila shots, and then someone—Oscar, it was him, he can admit it to himself—had suggested going back up to his hotel room for a nightcap. Pedro's eyebrows had done something wormy about it, but his grin had been shark-sharp. Oscar gets the nickname.

So now Oscar is sat on the edge of his bed, and Pedro is blowing him, and he's surprisingly deft at it, if a bit messy. Drooling all down his chin, thick white spit dripping down Oscar's dick where Pedro can't fit it all in his mouth. That's always one of Oscar's favourite parts. It's good for the ego, watching someone gag on him like he's too big to choke down.

Pedro pulls off with a messy slurp, swipes a hand across his mouth. His already plush lips are swollen.

"Okay," he says, grinning. "Now me."

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you found it! you found the outing au!!! so i realize that i've talked about this a fair amount already in a couple other asks but we'll summarize it super quick here!!

basically, pedro ends up in a relationship with a man that he keeps secret (for obvious reasons) and that this man (who we are calling ale) also wants to keep secret because his whole thing is being a hot bisexual personal trainer and people assuming that he's single is a huge part of his client draw. it starts out reasonably chill, ale is super charming and the fight a lot but in a fun sexy way and the sex is fucking fantastic and after a few months pedro moves out of murcia and up to barcelona into a little apartment so he can be closer to ale. things uhhh Intensify, shall we say. shit gets REALLY toxic (there's a lot of things that i will resist just dumping here), which eventually leads to ale breaking pedro's wrist (legitimately an accident but also not entirely an unwelcome one, from ale's side) and finally pedro has to tell someone (paul) because he's got a fucking broken wrist that he's insisting is from falling but like. you know. paul's his engineer he knows him too well. anyway pedro goes radio silent with ale for a full race weekend, and then he stays in a hotel in ???country??? wherever they are for that race/the next race and manages to text ale to be like yo i am not coming back i think. haha. hoohoo. and then a photo of ale and pedro kissing goodbye in ale's car is coincidentally leaked (who could have done this.) basically mid press conference and shit blows up So Fast, predictably

at this point the fic starts! it’s set loosely in like, an alternate version of the 2026 seaso? and is largely going to be from fermin’s pov (feelings realization bisexuality discovery etc etc) with interludes of tabloid articles/reddit & threads/etc but also is meant to include some other rider povs!! so far there is a loosely confirmed aleix, enea, and jorge chapter. lmao. i’d love to do a remy chapter as well for Reasons but i will have to like. listen to him talk for a while first. so yeah!! apart from this whole thing being an exercise in whumping the hell out of pedro (quite literally half of the now just-over-10k doc is pedro pov with the evil ex, which i can not imagine will ever be posted UNLESS.) i also thought it would be a super interesting character study of everyone else? like what is everyone’s reaction, do all the pilots band together to offer support, does jmart overcome his desire to say the f slur for his friend. all this. idk im have a lot of fun writing it and of course extra fun weaving all of the ouchie bits with b per usual !!!

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this is just the first scene lol

Fermín watches the video hours later, tucked into the couch of his motorhome. 

They’ve managed to suppress it, mostly; the Thursday press conference video is conspicuously missing from the MotoGP app, but they couldn’t stop anyone watching it live from screen capturing. It’s all over the internet now. All over Instagram and X, blowing up on the tabloids. 

It opens normally enough. Obviously. Bezzecchi is there, and Marc, and then Pedro with his arm in a sling. They ask Bezzecchi about the championship. They ask Marc about Alex. They ask Pedro how his arm is healing, and he tells them it’s fine, and he doesn’t speak much otherwise. He’s been more subdued all season. Fermín hadn’t been paying close enough attention to recognize it.

Marc is in the middle of talking about his hopes for the weekend when he stops abruptly, halfway through a sentence. He’s squinting at something, and the cameras cut to the wide shot again. Bezzecchi, to his left, is also squinting. Pedro, to his right, is so wide-eyed and tight-jawed it looks like skull is about to pop.

Someone’s voice comes over the microphone, partway through speaking. It’s difficult to hear even with the volume turned all the way up, but someone’s broken english gets the point of, is this you, kissing a man? across. 

Both Bezzecchi and Marc look at Pedro. Hard to see on Fermín’s phone screen but it’s varying shades of concern; Marc looks startled. Bezzecchi looks weirdly angry, and Bezzecchi is the one who stands up and starts waving his hands and saying, “We are here for racing,” over and over as the crowd of journalists all start talking over each other. 

The feed cuts pretty quickly after that. The camera jerks to the right. The last thing in the video before it goes to black is Pedro, pale, haunted. 

The video stops.

much later, after aleix kidnaps pedro and takes him to andorra

Pedro’s face twists. What he is now is honest. This version of him that is knelt in the sand, poised like a prey animal; that’s all honesty. 

“I’m not scared,” Pedro says. But his voice cracks it into pieces. 

Fermín lays his hand out between them. Offers it up like Pedro might take it, bend and sniff at him to see if he’s trustworthy, like a kicked dog or a feral cat.

“Can we go back inside?" Fermín asks, because he feels—obscurely miserable, now, prickly in the eyes. With a sudden surge of sympathy he wants to cry. He wants to help. He wants to give Pedro his hoodie so he’ll stop shaking. He wants to give Pedro his hand, to unbreak his heart. 

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THE AGE OLD QUESTION!!! this is one of two f1(-adjacent) fics on this wip list surpriiiise it's a sargebon! i could've sworn i had posted about this one before but i've cruised my blog and apparently i haven't so. let's go!

i THINK this one started from a prompt generator prompt that had something to do with sleeping bags. i KNOW it picked up steam because i was like well what if i sent logan off to be a park ranger somewhere. perhaps the pacific northwest, which while i do not live on the american side i DO sort of live in/near. as much as i love writing all of the boys forever it was a treat to just be able to write a bunch of american dudes in a space i'm slightly more familiar with (never been to europe. next year though)

so anyway. the concept is that logan goes off to ??? currently nameless national park to do training to be a park ranger. the fic is largely populated by indycar guys because why not!! james hinchcliffe and alex rossi are the Actual park rangers doing the training, pato is there, some other guys are there. logan and kyle (kirkwood) get buddied up and have to go stay at one of the remote ranger cabins to do patrols while it's the off-season, before there are as many campers/hikers/etc to deal with, but.... someone or something is Watching them from the woods 👁️ this fic is at its core meant to be horror-adjacent!! so there's a nebulous cryptid that they joke about being bigfoot that creeps around their cabin at night and later on of course chases them through the woods!! naturally!!

the fic is ALSO meant to be told in a bit of a jumping around way; you have the main plot, logan and kyle in the woods doing Cryptid Things, but interspersed between those scenes you've got scenes of logan in the UK with alex, who he is presumably (!) in a relationship with. there are some hints to logan being sent away to europe to get de-gayed at a young age. there are also some hints that this didn't work. anyway!!! every time i go back and read it i get excited about it because i love an ensemble cast and i love sargebon but it's another one of those fics that i can not FATHOM ever finishing SO you know the drill. clips under the cut

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grecofernanda - fernandocosta & grecas

restart - ozma

allergies - sisyfuss

nothing at all - joe p

dizzy on the comedown - turnover

is it really you? - loathe

satellite - guster

color tv - joe p

mt washington - local natives

the static - dead soft

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amnesia au!!!!! is any fandom experience complete without writing some manner of sad ass amnesia au. (reserving the right to link back to the galex one that i never finished but might one day) the title for this one is from is it really you? by loathe, because for some reason i have a super involved (to me) playlist for this fic

soooo. standard amnesia au. pedro crashes and it goes badly, fermin is involved in the crash and feels obligated to go linger at the hospital while everyone's waiting for pedro to wake up. everyone here means literally just pedro's family, which makes it a bit weirder for Just fermin to be there? anyway when pedro DOES wake up he's got full ass amnesia, like, doesn't remember his name or his family or quite literally anything about his life, but fermin is the first person he sees, and fermin is the one he like. imprints on. we are playing it so fast and loose with the medicalness of the whole thing im not a doctor im a crafter of unlikely miserable scenarios ok

anyway. pedro gets to leave the hospital fairly soon after that, but he insists on going home with fermin. like refuses to go home with his family because he trusts fermin more than them which is a bad feeling for the family acosta but fermin is having a moment about it, obviously. the usual permin bits apply, the ex-friends with way more weight behind it, so fermin is like. as much as he knows it’s dishonest and a little bit (a lot a bit) manipulative he’s seeing it as an opportunity to rebuild what they’ve lost? it is not good. but it is.... for sure an opportunity. again we are doing so much handwaving and suspension of disbelief here so i will pad out the questionable response with some of my fave bits from the doc

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the waking up moment after the first night they sleep in the same bed (which happens pretty early. honestly)

Pedro is awake, now, peering at Fermin through sleep-clumped lashes. Fermin’s hand is still on his waist. 

“You snore,” Pedro tells him, thick and groggy.

Fermin says, “I do not,” and Pedro smiles, guileless, nothing barbed in the curve of his mouth.

“You do,” Pedro says. He squirms a little closer. If Fermin weren’t watching so closely he would miss the wince, the tic in his jaw when he moves the wrong way, jostles the wrong thing. Fermin moves closer to meet him and save him the trouble. 

“I don’t,” Fermin says again. He’s aware of the stale dryness of his own mouth, vaguely self-conscious about it now that they’re nearly on the same pillow. 

Pedro looks at him very, very intently. The arch of his eyebrows is so much less severe, less heavy. Pedro says, “Okay.” Like that’s the end of it.

And then Pedro rolls forward and kisses him. 

Pedro only lingers there a couple of seconds. It’s—it’s barely there, when you get down to it, just the press of Pedro’s soft mouth against Fermin’s, just the stickiness of morning breath and the heat of sleepy skin. Barely anything.

Fermin feels his own lips move, just enough that it’s reciprocal, just before Pedro settles back on his pillow. His eyes are only half open. His cheeks are so pink and Fermin wants to kiss him there, to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.

Pedro asks, very quietly, “Did I get it right?”

and then the bit where pedro asks to see pictures of them together because he is inferring from the way that fermin treats him that they are. a Lot to each other. and yeah

“Why was I so red?” Pedro mutters. He’s squirming, trying to get a better look at the photo of them as children, Fermín with all his big baby teeth and Pedro with his splotchy pink cheeks. Fermín opens up his arm, unthinking. Pedro, unselfconscious, wriggles in to rest his head on Fermín’s shoulder. 

“Training,” Fermín says. His mouth is abruptly extremely dry. “On the bikes, you know.”

Pedro hums. Probably he doesn’t know, Fermín thinks, so he swipes to a photo of them on the bikes. 

“Christ,” Pedro says. “We were so tiny.”

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Pedro hums. He’s settling in, melting into Fermin’s chest. “We were together a lot, huh,” he mumbles. Fermin’s stomach aches. 

“Yeah,” he says. “All the time.”

Another hum. His breathing has levelled out, less laboured. Less pained. Fermín keeps touching his hair, gentle, pushing it back and away from the bruised bits around his temple. He wants to kiss him, so he presses his lips to Pedro’s forehead, and when Pedro hums this time it’s soft and pleased and content. 

This version of Pedro, who tolerates being fed and held, who curls into Fermin’s body like an old, safe cat. Fermín wants to protect this. To keep this.

“Fermín,” Pedro says slowly, into the silence. He sounds so close to sleep he might already be dreaming. 

“Mm?”