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I hope I undestood this correctly for the blurb week.

Can I request Connor bedard with ❤️+J (the types of kisses he gives)

1. nose kiss

He's not that much into pda in public but when you're worried about him before a game he's placing his hands softly on your cheeks and gives you a little nose kiss. It quickly became a cute, lucky charm ritual.

2. neck kiss

When he's waking up he always gives neck kisses. Depends on the mood but most of the time its cute and innocent.

3. romantic kiss

He doesn't like to get in hectic, messy make outs and is more likely to share unforgettable moments with you, full with romantic kisses. He could look in your eyes for hours without getting bored and places his lips on yours. You can feel his little smile every time. He doesn't mind to share this moments in the rain, at home or around closest people. He couldn't care less.

4. air kiss

"Connor Bedard scored a goal!", after his little celebration he's blows a kiss in your direction. At the beginning his fans were confused but after a few times they noticed it's for you. He's not the best at showing his feelings but he loves when you're blushing about it.

5. top of the head kiss

It's his way to tell you "I'm proud of you" . When you're studying for hours he reminds you to take breaks and kisses your top of the head.

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Wait can you write the board game one with Jack except you’re actually dating Quinn and it’s just fluffy cause Quinn loves seeing you get along with his family during game nights

it took me way too long I'm sorry!!

"Okay guys it's game night!", Jack walks into the living room with his favorite board game, excited to spend time with his family. He loves rummy cube and can't wait to win all the time.

"Oh i love this game!", you smirk as you can see the cover of it.

"Better be prepared to lose", he teases you with his gaze fixed on his first tiles.

Quinn next to you have to hide his smile, you're playing rummy cube every month in his apartment and he knows you're a little genius at this game.

"Quinn why are you smiling?", Luke asks confused, didn't listen on your latest conversation.

"Nothing", Quinn is leaning his left arm around your chair, feeling comfortable.

"Thank god I'm in my girlfriends team", he whispers to himself. After a few hours you won almost every round, just losing once against Ellen.

"You're finally cooked now", Jack grins, ready to finish his first round this night, but before he could place his last tile on the table, you're defending your victory of wins and cought him a step before. "Ha!", you scream out, kissing Quinn with a quick, happy jumping.

"You're cheating!", Jack argues playfully pissed, he can't understand why he lost every damn game.

"Maybe next time, Jack", you hug the second oldest hughes brother because it's almost midnight and everybody is getting tired.

"Good game", Jim and Ellen gratulate you, Luke softly taps your shoulder with a disappointed face expression but tries to be a good loser.

"I'm so proud of you", Quinn kisses your forehead, his thumb is touching your cheekbone.

He's just happy you're come along with everybody in his family.

"Good night, y'all", you're getting tired and need to yawn.

"I want a revenge tomorrow!", Jack's words are resounding through the living room. You know he won't stop competing until he wins.

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Only a Dream

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pairing: Fabio Quartararo x Reader

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It started with laughter.

Not his.

Yours.

But it wasn’t with him.

Fabio stood across the street, unable to move. You were sitting at a little café table under the sun, laughing with some guy he didn’t recognize—some faceless man with a perfectly rehearsed smile and a hand resting on top of yours. You didn’t pull away. You leaned into him.

Fabio called out, but no sound came out. The world was in color, but his voice was gone.

His legs felt heavy, glued to the ground as he watched the stranger lean in and kiss you.

And you kissed him back.

Not the kind of kiss you gave Fabio after a long day. Not the kind of kiss full of sleep and morning breath and love anyway. No, this was electric, fiery, full of something forbidden.

He couldn’t breathe.

The scene shifted. Now he was inside your shared apartment—except he wasn’t in it. You were there again, curled on the couch with the stranger, whispering secrets, laughing softly. There was no trace of Fabio in the room. No photos. No shoes at the door. Like he’d never existed.

He tried to scream, to break the glass between dream and reality. Tried to remind you of everything—your whispered promises, the mornings he woke up to you in his hoodie, the way you said his name like it tasted like home.

But you didn’t hear him.

You were in love.

With someone else.

And you looked happy.

“No—please…”

His voice finally came, hoarse, breaking through the haze.

“Please don’t leave me.”

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You didn’t hear him wake up.

But when you stirred in the sheets, you noticed the space beside you was empty—still warm, but fading. The soft hum of early morning was broken only by the occasional creak of the apartment, the soft drip of water somewhere in the bathroom sink.

You sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Fabio?” you called out, voice still heavy with dreams.

A quiet shuffle, then his voice came from the corner of the bedroom. “Yeah. I’m here.”

He stood shirtless, arms crossed, his eyes fixated on the floor as if it had betrayed him. His jaw was tight, expression unreadable in the soft golden light spilling through the curtains.

“You okay?” you asked.

A beat passed.

“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

You tilted your head, noticing the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. Something was wrong—but he was shutting down instead of letting you in.

You reached for him, fingers brushing his wrist. He hesitated but let you pull him back into bed. He wrapped an arm around you, but he didn’t speak. His body was warm beside yours, but something about his presence felt… far away.

You let it go. For now.

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Later that day...

You were texting your sister when you heard a sharp breath from beside you. Fabio was watching, arms folded over his chest like a barricade.

“Who are you texting?” he asked, voice light, but not casual.

You blinked. “Uh… my sister?”

He nodded slowly, like he didn’t believe you. His phone buzzed on the table, and he ignored it. You could see it—something gnawed at him, chewing through his usually soft demeanor.

At the café, the barista smiled at you. A harmless, polite smile.

Fabio’s grip on your waist tightened.

At home, when you laughed at a meme your friend sent you, Fabio stared at your phone like it held a secret he wasn’t allowed to know.

“Okay,” you said eventually, putting your phone down and folding your arms. “What is going on with you today?”

“Nothing,” he replied, too fast.

You sighed. “Fabio.”

He stood, pacing the room like his own thoughts were too loud.

“I had a dream last night,” he finally said. “About you. Cheating on me.”

You froze.

He looked away, ashamed. “I know it’s stupid. But it felt so real. You were with someone else. Laughing with him, kissing him, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to scream but no sound came out.”

“Fabio…”

“I know it wasn’t real, but it felt real. I woke up and my chest was tight and I… I couldn’t look at you the same for a moment. That’s why I’ve been weird. Every little thing today—every guy that looked at you, every message on your phone—my brain kept playing tricks on me.”

You crossed the room, wrapping your arms around him. “Oh, baby. You should’ve told me.”

“I didn��t want to seem crazy.”

“You’re not. You’re just human. And in love.”

He looked at you, eyes glassy with vulnerability. “I’m scared of losing you.”

You reached up to cradle his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You won’t. Not in dreams. Not in real life. I’m yours, Fabio.”

His lips met yours in a slow, aching kiss—like he was memorizing the shape of your love all over again. He exhaled like he hadn’t breathed properly all day.

When you pulled back, you grinned. “Maybe tonight I’ll dream that I cheated on you, just to teach my subconscious a lesson.”

He laughed, really laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Please don’t. I’d rather we dream of something better.”

“Like what?”

“Like… our wedding,” he whispered, almost shy.

Your heart skipped.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Quartararo.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice softer now. “Maybe. But I’d rather dream of forever with you than lose a second to nightmares.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “Then forever it is.”

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Literally stressed out because I was busy the last days and couldn't write on my last blurb- week requests. I feel so damn sorry 🥺

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Hoping for more Lukas stories like this

Lukas Reichel x reader please?

Maybe you always crush on these Pinterest hockey couple pictures and he mocks you all the time until he invites you to one of his hockey games and asks the social media girl to take a cute picture as a surprise?

photogenic. lukas reichel

synopsis: you always get jealous of how pretty other girls look with their hockey couples- and lukas always teases you for it. however, at a special game on your birthday, lukas brings your pinterest board ideas to life.

warnings: none!! just FLUFF.

“Why can’t we take cute photos like that?” You ask, trying to get the attention of your cute boyfriend. “Lukas?”

“What?” He mumbles; turning around from the toaster. “Getting jealous over the pinterest photos?”

You nod. “They just look so perfect! And I can even find you in them.”

“Really?” Lukas asks, stepping over. “Show me. God; it better not be embarrassing..”

You scroll up, pressing on a photo of Lukas on the ice, which to be honest looks pretty cute. “I like it,” shrugs Lukas. “You gonna save that one?”

You press the download image button. “You bet I am,” you chuckle, looking back at him as a pop sound echoes through the living room. “Uh, you better get that toast out.”

“Oh yeah, shit,” Lukas laughs, running back over. “But seriously; don’t compare yourself to people on Pinterest,” he suggests, grabbing the toast and placing it on a plate. “You’re way prettier than them.”

“It’s not about being prettier!” You exclaim jokingly. “I just like the aesthetic of the photos..and I think we’d look pretty cute.”

“Might get my fangirls jealous, y’know,” Lukas reminds you. “Imagine how some of the guys in Jersey be feeling. They’ve got an entire city of 12 year old fan girls!”

“Glad that’s not you,” You smile. “I like keeping you all to myself.”

You see the smallest hint of a blush come through his face, as he spreads the butter over the toast. “Tomorrow’s your birthday, why are you so worried about others?” Lukas asks. “You should be thinking about what I’m gonna get you.”

“It better be good,” You say, letting out a quick yawn. “Y’know, I’m kind of tired..I’m gonna go to bed now.”

“Sounds good,” Lukas nods. “Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

That morning, from the second you wake up, you feel great. You were 22 years old- finally he couldn’t use the excuse that he was older than you. The bed felt comfier than usual. And Lukas was right there when you woke up.

“Happy birthday, sunshine,” Lukas says, leaning closer. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good,” you say, resisting a faint blush. “I can’t believe it, I’m 22…”

“It’s gonna be great today,” Lukas grins. “I’ve got a couple tricks up my sleeve..come over here, I’ve got a surprise.”

“Here?” You ask, pulling off your blanket and stepping onto the floor. Your legs are a bit wobbly, as they always are, but you regain balance as soon as you feel Lukas’ warm arm on your shoulder.

“Yup, here,” Lukas says proudly. “But I’ve got somethin else outside. That’s for later.”

“Should I close my eyes?” You chuckle, closing them anyway.

“Keep em shut,” Lukas insists, holding on you tighter. He leads you through the house; then to where you guess is the living room. “Okay, open your eyes.”

You open your eyes; and look around to see streamers everywhere. Balloons. And they’re all in your colour. “Wow!” You exclaim. “It’s amazing!”

“Luckily I got a buddy who just had a birthday,” Lukas says. “He could lend these to me, so I can save up for the real surprise.”

“You’re a hockey player,” You chuckle. “Don’t you have the money?”

Lukas rolls his eyes. “Well, yes, I do..but that’s for other things.”

You nod playfully. “Sure, sure..now what is this other surprise?”

“It’s at the arena, since practice starts early today. I got you a coffee to keep your energy up,” Lukas tells you. “Wanna go now? Or should I reschedule it?”

You shake your head. “No need to reschedule. I’ll take the coffee,” You say, grabbing the coffee and sighing in pleasure as the caffeine reaches your tongue.

“You and your coffee,” Lukas smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Come on, sunshine,” he says.

A couple sips later, you zone back in and realize you’re at the door. “Ladies first,” Lukas says, bowing as if he’s a prince.

“Why thank you,” You curtsy, almost spilling your coffee as you leave the house.

“You sure you wanna go down the stairs?” Lukas asks.

“Elevators could break,” You shrug. “Remember last time?”

Lukas laughs. “Don’t remind me, love. I’ll carry you down.”

Before you can resist, you feel yourself picked up by Lukas, being held like a princess. You grip onto your coffee for dear life, while also snuggling up to his warm body.

He makes sure to not jolt you as he steps down the stairs through your apartment complex. His arms tighten, before letting you go at the bottom.

“I got us a taxi,” Lukas says. “Well, not really a taxi. Just Landon.”

You peek inside the taxi, to see one of Lukas’ teammates, Landon Slaggert. “To the arena,” Lukas says, leading you into the back seat with him.

“Sounds good.” As the car starts, Lukas looks at you, putting his hands on your waist.

“You look perfect,” He whispers in your ear. “You know that, right?”

You nod. “I know,” You mumble. “You tell me every day.” He leans in for a kiss, his hands rubbing your back tightly.

“Beautiful,” He says in between kisses. “Just beautiful.”

You snuggle up to him, your lips connecting with his once more before you sit in his lap. “Now, what’s the surprise?” You ask.

“Well,” Lukas chuckles. “I want it to be a surprise, sunshine. We’re almost there, you need to be patient.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” You pout; looking out the window. The sky is clear, the snow is melting, it’s a good day in Chicago.

The taxi parks in the lot, you and Lukas holding hands as you exit the vehicle.

“Just tell me,” You complain. “Please?!”

“I know what it is,” Landon adds.

“Then tell me!” You exclaim, almost begging.

“You’ll love it,” Lukas smiles. “It’s just in here, sunshine…”

As you reach the door, Lukas opens it for you, and you walk in..to see a brunette girl. Tall, a bit chubby, with a camera in her hand. You know her.. “Hi, I’m the social media girl,” The lady says. “I’m here to take the photo. We don’t have much time- they want a whole scrapbook of Bedards.”

“Come again?” You ask, looking back at Lukas. “A photo? Since when? Don’t you have practice?”

“That was a lie,” Lukas says proudly, his hands on his hips. “The game isn’t until 7:00 tonight. You know how jealous you are of those Pinterest photos? I-“

“You brought them to life!” You exclaim. “This is amazing!”

“Before you ask; there’s bigger gifts,” Lukas chuckles. “I just thought you’d like this as a little treat.”

Your smile widens, looking between the social media girl and Lukas. “So,” The lady says. “Shall we begin?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes!”

the photo::

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Reichels disappointed 'no' got me, it sounds so damn cute I can't -

vlasic and reichel at a bulls game

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i have so many thoughts about this-

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I love it

I actually think Lukas Reichel x reader with the tiktok trend with "my emergency contact" would be the cutest thing ever because he's literally the emergency?

emergency contact…literally. lukas reichel

synopsis: while filming the ‘emergency contact’ trend with your klutzy boyfriend, you somehow end up in a hilarious situation.

warnings: comedy, short, just a cute guy doing cute stuff, sort of grumpy x sunshine

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” You complain, basically being led by your boyfriend across the street. “Can’t we use the clips we already have?”

“We need one more,” Lukas insists, looking back at you. “Come on!”

You nod, scratching your red sweater as you hold the phone tightly. It’s summer- NHL season’s off. Therefore, the Blackhawks need content to feed their fans. Thanks to your closeness to one of their stars, you’re the one posting their funny video.

“Where should we go first?” Lukas asks. “Maybe..the coffee shop? Or the zoo. The park? Or-“

“The coffee shop sounds good,” You shrug, smiling. “I’m getting a-“

“Dark roast coffee; with two sugars, one cream, and a shot of espresso,” Lukas finishes the sentence for you, ruffling up your hair. “Always been, always will be.”

“You know me so well,” You laugh quietly, following him into the coffee shop. Almost instantly, as soon as you enter the shop, Lukas sees his friend, and runs over.

“Tyler! Whatcha doing here?” Lukas asks, smiling at his teammate.

“Came with some buddies,” Tyler grins. “They’re all at the hotel, getting some shut eye- I thought I’d get them some coffees to help them when they’re hungover.”

You can’t help but smile, as you see the two of them reconnect. You also pull your phone up, wondering if this’ll be the moment you get the video.

“What’d you get?” Lukas pokes at Tyler’s drink. “I’m getting my girl a coffee. She’s a tired one.”

“You really struck gold, didn’t you?” Tyler asks. “You got a girl who likes you even if you’re ugly!”

Lukas rolls his eyes. “I’m not ugly!” He exclaims, looking over at you. “Am I?”

You shake your head. “Of course not, love.”

He smiles, looking back at Tyler. “See? I’m not ugly,” Lukas chuckles softly. “And she always tells the truth.” You smile. No matter what he’s doing, he always finds a way to make you feel special.

“Hey, barista,” Lukas calls out. “Dark roast coffee, two sugars, one cream, and a shot of espresso.” She nods, and you smile. So far, all is well.

That is, until a minute’s gone by and the drink isn’t here. “Geez, how much longer?” Lukas complains. “We don’t have all day.”

“Actually, we do,” You correct. “It’s 8:30 in the morning.”

“Hurry up,” Lukas whines slightly, banging on the display and slightly bending down. Perfect. Grabbing the camera, you press record as he continues to talk to the food.

“Hey; food,” Lukas whispers. “Get the barista to go faster, okay? And make my beautiful girlfriend patient, if it doesn’t work.” He looks back to you, his eyes immediately widening. His hand’s outstretched from tapping on the display, which now holds a coffee that the barista placed into his hand. “No, don’t record that! No, don’t put it in the video, don’t don’t-“

His wrists moving around quickly, the coffee cup lid falls off the coffee, and your drink is spilled all over Lukas, you, and your cell phone.

Silence. “Oh my god,” Lukas mumbles. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Your face is still stunned, but eventually you manage to smile. “Hey..you can buy me another one. Right?”

“Right. Thank goodness your phone’s broken, now you can’t keep the footage.” Lukas looks over to Tyler. “You saw nothing.”

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Too Much - Lukas Reichel

Summary: Lukas tries to cheer up Y/n when she’s dealing with period cramps but ends up annoying her with his goofy antics.

Words: 905

She was trying to keep it together.

The cramps were bad, worse than usual. Her lower stomach throbbed like something was trying to tear its way out. Her face was pale, her eyes tired. Her heating pad was already cold, the tea on the table lukewarm and not tasting quite right, and Lukas’ nonstop bouncing energy wasn’t helping.

And that wasn’t his fault. He cared but sometimes he didn’t know when to stop trying to be funny. His idea of comfort involved popcorn tricks, dancing around the living room, and yelling at the TV like the characters could hear him.

Normally she’d laugh. But today, every sound felt like being hit by a hammer.

Still, she bit her tongue.

He had no clue. But he was trying.

“I swear I caught like five in a row! Babe, are you even watching?”

“Lukas,” she said quietly, “please stop.”

He blinked. “Stop what?”

“Just stop. You're being loud, and I don’t feel good, and it’s too much.”

“Oh.” He stood awkwardly for a second. “Okay. I was just trying to distract you.”

“I don’t need distractions. I need peace. And maybe some empathy instead of you acting like this is some kind of joke.”

He frowned. He didn’t get it. It was one of those things that guys like him didn’t really understand. The mystery of it all only made him feel more helpless. He had a few options in his head: offer to make her tea? Maybe rub her back? But he didn’t know what would help.

Lukas, clueless about what to do to help decided to flop down beside her on the couch. Hard. And hit her body just enough to make a lightning bolt of pain shoot through her stomach.

“Lukas, ow!” she hissed, curling into herself with a sharp gasp.

His hand immediately flew to her arm. “Shit, what happened? Are you okay?”

She was silent for a moment, trying to breathe through the pain. Her eyes were glassy. “That really hurt.”

“I didn’t mean to, baby, I swear.”

“I know you didn’t,” she said tightly, still doubled over.

“I can rub your back?” he offered, too quickly, already reaching for her.

“No. Lukas, stop touching me!” she snapped, jerking away from his hand.

The words were louder than she meant. Harsher, too. But the pain, the frustration, the overwhelming helplessness took over. And his cluelessness, though unintentional, was the final straw.

He froze, arm still half-extended toward her. His eyes dropped slowly. “Okay,” he said, quietly. “I’ll stop.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she muttered after a moment of silence.

“No, it’s fine. I should’ve backed off sooner.” He stood up slowly, not looking at her now. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to help and I keep screwing it up. So I’ll just… I’ll be back.”

“Lukas-”

But he was already gone.

She didn’t expect him back so soon.

Definitely not carrying four bags and looking like he’d just fought a war inside the store.

“Okay. I had no idea what I was doing. But I googled. I googled a lot.”

She blinked. “So?”

“First of all,” he said, setting the bags down one by one, “I bought every kind of pad, tampon, heating pad, and pain killer in the store. Literally. The entire aisle. The cashier asked me if I was okay.”

Her lip twitched.

“And then I bought every flavor of that candy you like. The sour ones? And pretzels covered in chocolate. Because I read that salty-sweet combo is a common craving? I don’t know. I panicked.”

“Lukas-”

“I know I was annoying earlier. I didn’t mean to be. I just hate seeing you in pain and feeling like I can’t do anything about it. But I messed up. I touched you when you clearly didn’t want to be touched, and I made it worse.”

She stood slowly, still sore, but aching now for entirely different reasons.

“You didn’t mean to,” she said. “I was just… it was all too much. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

He stepped forward, cautiously, like he wasn’t sure if she wanted him close. “Can I?”

She nodded, and Lukas immediately closed the space, wrapping his arms around her like he’d been waiting all day to do it. He didn’t squeeze too tight. He just held her, warm and steady, hands gentle at her back, chin resting lightly on her head.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

“I know. I’m sorry too. I didn’t want to snap.”

They stood like that for a long time.

Eventually, she tugged him toward the couch, pulling the blanket over them both. She tucked herself against his side, her face buried in his hoodie while he carefully held her, his hand rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“I’ll be better next time,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Next time you just say the word, I’ll go full period warrior mode.”

She laughed against his chest. “You already did.”

He grinned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “Next time I’m bringing a heat lamp, a blanket fort, and ten more kinds of chocolate.”

“You don’t need to do all that,” she whispered.

He pressed his lips to her temple. “I know. But I want to.”

And when she drifted off in his arms, warm and safe despite the pain, Lukas didn’t move an inch. He just stayed right there.

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this one made my day

Reichel was scratched because his phone died in the night and he missed morning meeting..... i love that kid.

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🔥 with Nico using H please!! Maybe he’s been flirting this whole time and she didn’t realize and thought he was just overly nice to everyone

warning: including mentions of smut

"Good morning, i bought you one of your favorite donuts", Nico comes along with his hockey back over his shoulder.

His gaze is focused on you, you're completely focused on the computer display. He guessed it's for the media day next week. Surprised you turn around in his direction, "oh thank you, how did you know the pink one is my favorite?", you smile, "i didn't know".

Liar.

Nico secretly asked your coworker like ten times which one you love.

"How thoughtful of you", you don't think much about this nice gesture. Nicos hands are sweating, the little paper in his hand is creased, his phone number on it. It was the second time he doesn't dare to give it to you.

One week later you're ready for the media day, everything is prepared.

"Hi, you look beautiful today", Nico comes along with his hockey clothes, you're looking down your body. You're just wearing a hoodie and jeans.

"Thanks?", it sounds more like a question than an answer.

Curtis interrupts the conversation, giving you a small paper, "someone lost it", walking away. You're opening the paper and some numbers are written down. "Who is it?", you're thinking because this person wrote your name on it. It's for you.

Nico on your opposite starts to sweat. Fuck.

Before he could react you're typing the number in your phone and call. Nicos phone starts to ring. His cheeks getting warm , you're a little bit speechless.

"Let's talk in the room right there?", you ask for some space without the other boys. He nods and walks behind you.

"Can you please expl-", before you finish the sentence he's softly pressing his lips on yours, his thumb is touching your hair, until the kiss gets from innocent to a making out. His tongue is finding yours, having the same rhythm and you can hear his breathing gets heavier, he's exploring your neck with kisses, holding your thighs with his hand.

A little moan escapes your mouth, "don't stop!", you can feel the butterflies in your stomach, him touching your whole body, a gentle smile on his lips, softly you both slowly get undressed until he says, "you're so damn beautiful". Your body feels so hot now. You can't wait to feel him-

"Oh god it wasn't on my bucket list today", Luke stands in the doorway, completely shocked. "I'm so sorry", an awkward laugh escapes his lips, closing the door. "We're friends!", you try to save the situation, Luke raises an eyebrow.

"friends? Hell nah!".

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Happy blurb week!

May I please have a ❤️, with 3) Pedro Acosta, with prompt E? Thank you!!

What he loves about you

◾ you're supporting him in every race and he truly appreciates it. Wearing his fan merch all the time and if you can't join him for race weekends he knows you're watching the live stream.

◾ he truly loves your feet on the ground. You don't need fancy clothes or a lot of make up to feel pretty and you don't mind coming to his motocross races in the dirt.

◾ Your stubbornness.

For example, "Let me pay the dinner, cariño", "no!".

Secretly he pays for it when you're on toilet. He knows you don't need his money and you're independent but he's stubborn too.

◾he loves when you're flirting. Even when you're together you're surprising him every time, "hey, you're the one I'd pick up", he looks at you with the biggest grin.

◾family is really important to both, he loves having you around his family.

◾ Your forgiveness. Sometimes he's not thinking what he's saying and if it's hurting, you always accept his apologize. Even if he's really bad in apologizing and asking his sister to get some flowers or something.

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Here again about the blurb of Bezz!! Maybe a little angst but end fluff, Marco being jealous of someone in the paddock (Maybe Marc could be interesting taking into account their rivalry). Thanks again ;)

I definitely need more Bezz requests because I have so many unwritten ideas

"Bezz your girl is taking to Marc", his friend randomly tells him whilst playing cards on a Saturday race weekend during a break.

"Huh?", Marco is perplexed. "She seems really comfortable around him", his friend is starring at you.

"No way", Marco is standing up from his chair, spying from his paddock door. You're laughing about something Marc told you, giving you a hug.

accidenti, why is he touching his girlfriend?

It tingles in his fingers to stop your conversation. Why are you talking with the most annoying guy he knows?

"Dude he's hugging my woman!", Marco gets a little bit jealous. "She'd never betray you, Bezz. Calm down", his friend says, but Marcos gaze is still on you. You rarely spent time together the past weeks due the practice weeks and he misses your presence.

You're laughing with Marc, in his damn arms.

He needs to interrupt this.

"Tesoro", Marco hugs you from behind, his curls are tickling your neck. You can smell Marcos cologne, instinctive you feel safe and lean against his chest. "What are you talking about?", Bezzecchi's voice sounds critical. "Marc told me about his cooking skills and we both agreed we should cook together", you laugh. "I don't think so", Bez is grabbing his arms around yours hips. A little disappointed about your boyfriend you're getting sad, Marc touches your shoulder, "don't cry". Bezz can't hold it anymore, slapping against his hand.

"Touch my woman again and you're the one crying", your boyfriend is getting serious. It's not typical for him because usually Marco is always calm and chill.

Wait-

"Babe are you jealous?", you're thinking why he's acting so rude. "I've missed you for weeks and you're laughing and cuddling with Marc Marquez!", he's judging you a little bit.

"I'll leave you alone", Marc saying bye, he saw the cameras focused on you all.

"Bezz I've missed you too! I only love you. But you're acting silly", you have to laugh out loud, grabbing his racing suit closer to you, kissing his lips softly. The crowd is cheering, following everything on the big screen.

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hi 💞💞 for blurb week with connor, maybe comforting him after a bad game/tough day w media? could be fluff or angst, just no smut 🩷🩷

"we were the better team", Connor reviews the past four hours. Like- the Blackhawks were beating their asses off and lost the game in the last minute.

The media in their locker room criticized a lot of things after the game. "I know, Connie", with a softly gesture you're running through his messy hair.

"The press doesn't know what pressure is on me", his face is tense, he's disappointed in himself. A little disappointed by his teammates, but the most in himself.

"I know", you kiss his forehead, touching his cheekbone softly. His blue eyes are analyzing you.

"I love you", you say without thinking twice.

"Even when I'm a loser?", he's biting on his lip. "You're not a loser", you argue back. "Don't be too hard on yourself", trying to speak soft.

"I love you too", his gaze having a little sparkle in it, kissing you passionate. "By the way you spent the whole day with a boy which last wish was to meet you. Please think about it. He was very happy and I'm sure he'll never forget this day", you smile. You're wondering why Connor isn't responding anymore until you see him asleep in your arms with a little smirk on his lips.

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types of kisses he gives you with pedro acosta??

I'm literally hyped to write Pedro Acosta blurbs!! requests are open I'm begging

1. Cheek kissing

It's not a big surprise that Pedro quickly kisses the cheek as welcome to his closest family. But every time he caught your eye, he's hugging you from behind and gives you the cutest kiss on your cheek. He wants you to know even in his most stressful days you're his priority.

2. Forehead kiss

When you're worried about something or you need his support, he gives you forehead kisses because its his way to show you his love and completely having your back.

3. Tickle kiss

He's a goofball, always having a joke on his lips in every situation. He loves when you're laughing about his humor. When he's not out powered at night he starts a tickle fight and kisses every inch of your face. He can't believe how beautiful you are when you laugh.

4. stolen kiss

"Hey Cariño, there's a spider!", absolutely shocked you turn around until you notice he just wanted to snack from your cake. "Pedro Acosta!", before you could get mad he places his lips on yours. Sneaky boy

5. French kiss

He doesn't care if someone can see you making out. He loves being passionate and is not afraid to show it.

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You're very talented!

Can you please write a story about gn reader x Fabio Quartararo? 🙏🏻🙏🏻 You're jealous because he likes a post from a pretty model on Instagram and you feel insecure

✶ You own my heart.

┈          don't ever get jealous. u own my heart. it's all yours.

★ Fabio Quartararo × GN Reader

☆ Established relationship. || WC: 653

Warning: Jelaous - insecure reader. Only at the beginning, the rest is just fluff.

« K » 🫶 Hope yall enjoy :)

          You were used to seeing posts talking about your boyfriend.

          You can also see your boyfriend, so you really understand all the comments of the people. "He's so handsome. Hot. Funny. Cute." You agree with all of them.

          You two built a relationship with a lot of trust, without rushing anything, taking your time to get to know each other well. It's not easy when one of you never stays still in just one country, but you two managed to make it work.

          He would blindly trust you, just like you trust him.

          ...at least like you try most of the time.

          Sometimes, it's hard. You know he wouldn't cheat on you, but... there are difficult days where insecurity and jealousy creep into your head, hitting you where it hurts the most: your relationship.

          There are times when you feel uncomfortable seeing how some people approach him or when he's with the grid girls or Yamaha/Monster models by his side on the track or in the garage.

          It was one of those long days when a post of a stunning model popped up on your Instagram timeline. It felt like a bucket of cold water falling on you when you saw that Fabio's user among the likes.

          Would he rather be with this model than you? He definitely could date a model if he wanted to.

          He wants to date this model? Is he tired of you? Was he starting to see other people behind your back?

          No, you knew he would never do that to you. He's not that kind of person.

          Then, why are you feeling insecure?

          Fabio noticed you were weird. Even if you didn't want or were unintentional, you were acting differently, more distant, something that was not usual when you traveled with him.

          He was worried, asking if you were okay. Maybe something happened to you while he was racing far away, or you get sick and didn't tell him? You weren't enjoying the trip, would you prefer to go somewhere else? Not travel at all?

          He was so sweet when asking you that you felt even worse for being insecure and distrusting him.

          You had to explain to him about those feelings. You were afraid of making him mad and starting an argument.

          Nothing further from the truth.

          He listened to you patiently, holding one of your hands like he always do.

          You weren't entirely sure about the plan, but you had nothing to lose by trying. Maybe getting to know this person will help you separate your ideas from the real people behind the photos.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you felt this way?"

"I didn't want to drain you with my insecurities, I guess."

"We can talk about it. That model is a friend; we can't stop talking or interacting on Instagram, but maybe if you two meet, you can feel better?"

          He actually let you read a bit of the conversation by texting right by your side. "You can bring your partner." You felt bad, and you understood that you had to work on this.

          It's not Fabio's fault that you feel this way, nor is it his duty to build your selfesteem, but you know that he will be by your side supporting you while you work on it, and that's more than enough.

          He's always by your side, accompanying you, supporting you. You can't ask for anything more.

          He was with you all day, reminding you how much he loves you, that in his heart, there's only room for you. And when you two went to sleep that night, you asked him a last thing.

          Being in his arms, feeling how he brings you closer to him in a hug, warms your heart, confirming that Fabio is the best boyfriend you could ask for.

"You still love me?"

"Of course I still love you, mon chou. With all my heart"

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