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Saw this at my job 😭

I told my coworker, “they’re not even a real team” she didn’t get the joke

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Bucky Barnes x Clumsy!Roommate

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Imagine moving in with Bucky Barnes, and he quickly realizes you might just be the clumsiest person he’s ever met…

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It all started the day Bucky moved in with his new roommate, you. At first, he’d thought you were just a little absent-minded, but after the fifth (maybe sixth?) time he watched you trip over your own two feet while carrying a bowl of cereal, he started to catch on. You were the clumsiest person he’d ever met. And for Bucky Barnes, who’s lived nearly a century, that’s saying something.

You’re reading a recipe on your phone in the kitchen, brow furrowed, when Bucky feels that familiar prickle at the back of his neck. He doesn’t even have to look up from his book to know what’s about to happen.

“Hey, don’t turn around too fast,” he says without looking up.

“What do you mean—” And before you can finish, you knock your elbow into the spice rack, sending an avalanche of glass bottles toward the floor.

Somehow, Bucky is already there, catching the bottles before they shatter everywhere. You blink at him, wide-eyed. “How…?”

Bucky smirks. “Spider-sense.”

It becomes a bit of a running joke. Every time you drop a knife, trip over a cable, or nearly knock a pan off the stove, Bucky’s there. Like magic, he’s always just in the right spot to keep you from taking yourself out. He even starts calling you “Disaster Darling” under his breath.

One morning, you’re reaching for the top shelf, and he calls from the other room, “Don’t even think about it.” Sure enough, you wobble on tiptoes, but before you tip over, he’s there with a hand on your waist, steadying you.

“You always know, don’t you?” you ask, half-laughing, half-amazed.

“Darlin’, at this point, I’ve got your schedule memorized. 8 AM: trip over your own feet. Noon: almost set something on fire in the kitchen. 3 PM: stub your toe on the coffee table.”

You give him a playful shove. “That’s ridiculous!”

He shrugs, grinning. “Hey, don’t blame me if I know my roommate a little too well.”

He tries to act cool, but secretly? He loves being there to catch you every time. It makes him feel like he’s part of something normal, something real. And maybe one day, when he catches you for the hundredth time, his hand steady on your waist, he’ll let his fingers linger just a little longer. Maybe he’ll pull you close, just close enough for you to feel his heartbeat racing.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll realize that being your safety net was the best fall he ever took.

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Incident 1

You: reaches for something on the top shelf

Bucky: without even looking up “Careful.”

You: pauses mid-reach “I’m fine, Bucky. I’ve totally got this!”

Bucky: gets up and walks behind you, steadying you “You said that last time, and then I had to catch you and the spices before they seasoned our floor.”

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Incident 2

You’re in the kitchen, trying to make pancakes.

Bucky: walking in with a sigh “Alright, what’s burning?”

You: quickly turns “Nothing! I swear!”

Bucky: smirks, watching you almost drop the spatula from the freight of him coming into the kitchen “Sure, sure. Disaster Darling strikes again.”

You: “I am not that clumsy!”

Bucky: “Right, last week you didn’t trip over your own feet getting off the couch?”

You: mumbling “…that was different.”

Bucky: crosses his arms, laughing softly “Uh-huh.”

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Incident 3

One day, you’re reaching for something in the cabinet again.

Bucky: from the other room “Don’t even think about it!”

You: “How did you…?”

Bucky: appears in the doorway with that knowing smirk “I just know.”

It goes on like this. Every time you trip, stumble, or knock something over, he’s there. Sometimes he doesn’t even need to look. It’s like he has his own personal “you’re about to do something clumsy” radar. Sort of like a spider sense but a Bucky sense.

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Bonus

There’s this one time you almost fall off a ladder trying to hang up a picture.

Before he even realizes what he’s doing, Bucky’s caught you by the waist, holding you steady. And maybe he’s holding you a little longer than he should, but you don’t seem to mind, leaning back with that flustered little smile.

Bucky: clears his throat, looking away “Try not to fall so much, alright?”

You: softly laugh “Guess I’m lucky I have you.”

And in that moment Bucky realizes he loves your clumsiness, he loves protecting you…

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𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖲 𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱? - 𝖬𝖱𝟩𝟥 (𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌!𝗈𝖼) 3/?

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jackhughes weird. Proud of you guys, but weird

╰ lilyhughes YOU AND LUKE NEED TO KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE FAMILY GUY REFERENCES

╰ lhughes_06 never lils

nicohischier congrats young lily ❤️

╰ lilyhughes thank you neeks <3

alleyrempe currently crying in my dorm

╰ lilyhughes I cant believe you weren’t here 🫶🏻😭

user7 I just KNOW Quinn drove the boat 😃

╰ lilyhughes he wishes

╰ _quinnhughes I kept your guys relationship a secret for 4 years and this is the thanks I get?

╰ lilyhughes love youuu Quinny

nyrangers well njdevils looks like we have to get along now

╰ njdevils sigh looks like it New York

╰ user19 the girls are getting along all because of an engagement 🙂

tmeier96 LILY NOOOO

╰ lilyhughes be nice Timo 😐

trevorzegras a Hughes child and a New York rangers player….

╰ jackhughes shut it Z

colecaufield what the frick did I miss?

╰ lilyhughes a lot 🤷‍♀️ you changed your number so not my fault

fan37 so who’s jersey will Lily wear now when it’s the devils v rangers 🤨

╰ lilyhughes …. Nico’s

╰ lhughes_06 IM YOUR TWIN

╰ jackhughes btch I TOOK CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE SICK

╰ mattrempe I built you a book shelf AND BOUGHT THE BOOKS

╰ nicohischier honored ❤️

╰ jackhughes go away cap

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(Part 4 will be the last part)

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Flufftober | 10.31 |

Halloween - Crossover

What Your Couple Costume Is

Bucky Barnes (Sandy & Danny)

Logan Howlett (Ghostface & Victim)

Cole Caufield (Maverick & Charlie)

Jack Hughes (Mario & Princess Peach)

Jamie Drysdale (Fireman & Dalmatian)

Luke Hughes (Luigi & Princess Daisy)

Matt Rempe (Peter Pan & Tinkerbell)

Nico Hischier (Linguini & Remy)

Quinn Hughes (Rapunzel & Flynn)

Trevor Zegras (Han & Leia)

Charles Leclerc (Toothless & ?)

George Russell (Harry Potter Students)

Lando Norris (Playboy Bunny & Hugh Hefner)

Max Verstappen (Jack & Rose)

Oscar Piastri (Alice & Mad Hatter)

Christian Pulisic (Woody & Bo Peep)

Gavi (Gnomeo & Juliet)

Pezzy (Other Mother & Other Father)

Smii7y (Ghost & Fem Ghost)

// I’m so sorry this got out late, I was trying to get it posted on 11/01 but I was working

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Flufftober | 10.29 |

Trick Or Treat - Quinn Hughes

Halloween night falls over your neighborhood with a cool breeze, and you’re all bundled up to start trick-or-treating: you, Quinn, and your two little ones, Finn Jackson and Genevieve Ellen. It’s one of those perfect fall evenings where leaves crunch underfoot, and the glow of jack-o’-lanterns lights up each doorstep.

Finn, your 7-year-old “superhero”, is wear a Deadpool costumer with so much enthusiasm it’s infectious. “Mom, Dad, I have the plan,” he says, leading the way. “We start at the house with the skeleton, skip the house with the lame candy bowls, and finish at the haunted mansion.” He nods as if he’s cracked the candy code.

Genevieve, your 3-year-old princess, clings to Quinn’s shoulder, gazing wide-eyed at the decorations. Her pink dress sparkles under each porch light, and she’s holding onto her mini pumpkin bucket like it’s her treasure. “Daddy, scary!” she whispers when she spots a particularly spooky skeleton, hiding her face in his sweater.

“Oh, no need to worry, Princess Vivi,” Quinn assures her, brushing her hair from her face. “Daddy’s here. Skeletons don’t stand a chance against us.”

At each house, Genevieve waits until Finn makes his bold superhero moves, showing off his “dance” to the neighbors, which always gets laughs and an extra piece of candy. Then, with a shy little voice, she whispers her own “trick or treat,” holding out her bucket before scampering back to Quinn, who gives her a wink and a reassuring pat on her tiny tiara-clad head.

Meanwhile, you’re holding onto the extra candy bag Quinn insisted on bringing “just in case,” but you both know it’s for his late-night snack stash. “Not stealing from the kids, are you?” you tease, nudging him. He gives you a mock-offended look, pretending to guard the bag with exaggerated seriousness. “Hey, I’m just making sure it’s all safe.”

As you make your way down the block, Finn makes a running dive towards a house with inflatable ghosts, shouting, “Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll protect you!” Genevieve gasps and claps, fully believing in her big brother’s “hero” powers. The house owners laugh, dropping an extra candy bar into Finn’s bag.

When you reach the last house—the famous “haunted mansion” Finn had on his map—Genevieve clings to both you and Quinn, giggling nervously as she watches Finn bravely approach the door. Quinn leans down, whispering, “We can do this, right, Princess Vivi?” She gives a big, brave nod and clutches her pumpkin bucket with a determined look.

The door creaks open, revealing an impressively spooky setup with fog machines and cobwebs galore. Finn takes it all in stride, flashing his best superhero smile as he collects his candy, while Genevieve holds Quinn’s hand tightly but manages a tiny “trick or treat.”

As you all head home, Quinn wraps an arm around you, glancing at the kids—Finn recounting his “heroic” moments of the night and Genevieve, still marveling at the treasures in her pumpkin bucket.

“Think the sugar rush was worth it?” Quinn murmurs, pulling you a bit closer.

You chuckle, watching your little superheroes and princesses make their way down the street. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

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Flufftober | 10.28 |

Pet Costume - Mitch Marner

One chilly autumn morning, you and Mitch Marner hatch a plan to transform Zeus, Mitch’s chocolate lab, into the cutest little Hershey’s Kisses mascot the world has ever seen. Zeus, blissfully unaware, is busy snoozing, sprawled out like he owns the place.

You whip out a silver dog-sized wrapper, complete with a little paper tag that reads “KISSES” that flops adorably over Zeus’s head. As you try to wrangle the shiny, crinkly costume over him, Zeus gives you the “seriously?” look but sits patiently, just happy you’re both paying attention to him. Mitch, meanwhile, is trying to keep a straight face, holding up his phone to record every second.

“Zeus, buddy, you’re a total snack!” Mitch jokes, offering a high-five to the pup, who obliges with a paw slap, like a true professional.

After Zeus is suited up, you and Mitch can’t stop laughing. Zeus, tail wagging and head tilting, struts around the room like he’s on a doggy runway. He clearly thinks he’s the star. Mitch even leans down and whispers, “You’re the sweetest, bud,” before you all go for a walk, letting the whole neighborhood see Zeus in his chocolaty glory.

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Flufftober | 10.27 |

Friendsween - Lando Norris

It was your idea to host the first-ever “Friendsween” party, a Halloween spin on Friendsgiving, combining all the spooky vibes of Halloween with the energy of Lando and his crew. Lando, naturally, was on board the second you suggested it. After all, any excuse to throw a party (and maybe show off his “Nightmare Before Christmas” knowledge) was a good one.

Dressed as Jack Skellington, he looked positively thrilled every time he glanced over at you in your Sally costume. “We’re *literally* Halloween royalty tonight,” he whispered, taking your hand as you finished setting out the last tray of themed snacks. Cobwebs draped over every corner, and a mix of skeletons and pumpkins added to the creepy aesthetic. You’d even hung a life-size cardboard cutout of Jack and Sally in the entryway.

The first knock came, and Lando opened the door with his best Jack Skellington grin. Carlos Sainz walked in, draped in a Dracula cape, complete with a widow’s peak and fang prosthetics that made him look both terrifying and ridiculously dramatic. “Carlos, I knew you’d pull off a classic!” you said, earning a little fanged smirk.

Next up, George Russell strolled in dressed as a Victorian ghost, looking like he’d stepped straight out of an old British horror film. “Nice look, George,” Lando chuckled, tapping his top hat. “You could’ve been an extra in a Dickens movie.”

Then Max Verstappen arrived as a cowboy, tipping his hat and saying, “Howdy, pardner,” with a wink. Carlos tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle his laughter.

Charles Leclerc showed up next, dressed as a pirate. The second he entered, he immediately whipped out a plastic sword and swung it around, shouting, “Arrr, me hearties!” to which Lando responded with a perfectly-timed “It’s Halloween, not Talk Like a Pirate Day, mate.”

And, of course, Daniel Ricciardo had to make an entrance. He stomped in wearing a giant inflatable T-Rex costume, nearly knocking over the drink table as he pretended to roar and chase everyone around the living room. George muttered something about “someone always has to take it up a notch,” but he was laughing as hard as the rest of you.

With everyone gathered, it was time for the Halloween “Friendsween Feast.” The table was an over-the-top mashup of Halloween treats and Thanksgiving classics, with Lando giving a dramatic toast about the beauty of Friendsween. Then came the moment you and Lando had been waiting for all night — the “Scare Challenge.”

You’d both set up little scare stations around the house, complete with creepy sound effects, fake spiders, and hidden props. Paired up, the drivers had to face each spooky station, collecting candy along the way and trying to keep a straight face.

Carlos and Charles were up first, Carlos trying his best to be brave, only to nearly trip over himself when a plastic skeleton lunged out from a dark corner. George and Max were next, and George’s determined expression lasted all of two seconds before Lando, lurking behind a curtain in full Jack Skellington mode, jumped out with a perfectly eerie, “What’s this?”

The night ended with everyone in a fit of laughter, trading stories of who was scared the most. Lando pulled you aside, still grinning as he tipped his Jack Skellington hat to you. “I think we nailed it,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“And the best part?” you asked.

“That it’s our first *annual* Friendsween,” he said.

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Flufftober | 10.26 |

Spooky Stories - George Russell

You and George decided to spend a cozy evening at home, blankets, snacks, and candles ready. You’d convinced him that a spooky story session was the perfect way to welcome the Halloween season, but he already looked a little tense, glancing nervously at the candlelit shadows dancing on the walls.

“Are you ready for a spooky story, Mr. Russell?” you tease, nudging him playfully.

“Y-Yeah… I guess,” he mumbles, attempting to appear unfazed but clutching his mug a little tighter than usual.

You launch into a story about a haunted pit lane, where the ghost of a former F1 driver allegedly lingers, leaving tire marks and whispering just behind the pit crew’s ears. As you reach the part about strange noises echoing through the empty garage, George shudders and subtly scoots closer to you.

“…and right when the mechanic thought he was alone, he felt something cold graze his shoulder…” You slowly raise your hand, trailing your fingers along George’s shoulder.

He practically jumps out of his skin, letting out a strangled yelp. “That’s it! Enough with the cold-shoulder ghost nonsense,” he protests, rubbing his arm. “Tell me something… cheerful. Like a story about a sunny day at Silverstone or something.”

“George,” you laugh, “the whole point is that it’s scary.”

“Yeah, but *scary* in my world is brake failure at 200 mph. Ghosts aren’t my style,” he mutters, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.

You smirk, leaning in close. “You’re not scared, are you?”

He narrows his eyes, clearly determined not to lose face. “Scared? No… But maybe, just maybe, I’d prefer something that doesn’t involve the undead or… random cold shoulders.”

So, you switch to a “spooky” story about an F1 driver who lost his favorite steering wheel and was haunted by the memory, misplacing things everywhere. George finally laughs, realizing the “haunting” is just his messy habit.

“That,” he says, leaning back with a grin, “is a spooky story I can handle.” And the two of you spend the rest of the night telling ghost stories only mildly scary, but with plenty of laughter between jumps and gasps.

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Flufftober | 10.25 |

Salem Travels - Ethan Edward’s

You stood in the crisp autumn air, looking around the streets of Salem with a bittersweet ache in your chest. The excitement of finally being here, surrounded by cobblestone streets, historic buildings, and people dressed in costumes, was tinged with the sadness of being alone. This trip had been something you and Ethan had talked about for years. The plan was always to come together, to experience the magic of Salem in October hand-in-hand, but his schedule had gotten in the way. He’d broken the news just a week before, leaving you heartbroken but determined to go on your own.

The festive energy around you was almost enough to distract you from the emptiness beside you. You wandered through the narrow streets, stopping at a booth filled with quirky Halloween trinkets. Picking up a small charm of a witch on a broomstick, you couldn’t help but think how Ethan would’ve laughed and teased you for buying it.

The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light over the town. You slipped away from the crowds to sit on a bench by the town square, clutching your charm and letting yourself feel the sting of disappointment you’d been holding back. Just as you took a deep breath to steady yourself, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You turned, fully expecting to see a stranger asking for directions, but instead, you were met with that familiar face—warm eyes, soft smile, and hair slightly tousled from what must have been a long day of travel.

“Ethan…” You blinked, half-expecting you were imagining him. “What—how…?”

He shrugged, but his smile was as wide as you’d ever seen. “Well, I realized it would be very rude of me to let you go on our dream trip alone. So…surprise?” He raised his arms, looking adorably uncertain, almost as if he were afraid you might be mad at him.

Tears sprang to your eyes, a mix of happiness, relief, and the remnants of all the sadness you’d been carrying with you. Without another word, you flung yourself into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder, his familiar scent grounding you in the moment.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you murmured, voice thick with emotion.

He held you tighter, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “I couldn’t let you experience all of this without me. It wouldn’t feel right. Besides…” he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze warm and reassuring, “you’re my favorite person to explore with. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

You laughed through your tears, wiping your eyes as he kept an arm around your shoulders. “So, are you ready to see all the spooky stuff?” you asked, a grin finally spreading across your face.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his smile contagious. “But only if we start with that charm you just bought. I know exactly where it’s going.” He reached for your hand, gently squeezing it as you both set off into the heart of Salem, every bit of your disappointment replaced by the magic of having him there by your side.

And as the two of you wandered through the town, lit up by lanterns and decorated with all the festive, witchy decor, you realized this was the memory you’d been dreaming of all along.

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Flufftober | 10.24 |

Late Candy Run - Jamie Drysdale

The night before Halloween, you and Jamie Drysdale were lounging on the couch, a scary movie paused on the screen while you debated the finer points of why the lead characters always run toward the creepy noises. Just as you were getting into it, you both glanced at the empty candy bowl on the table, realization hitting simultaneously.

“Oh no…” you murmured, wide-eyed.

“We don’t have any candy for trick-or-treaters,” Jamie replied, equally horrified.

Cue the mad scramble to throw on jackets and hop in the car, speeding off to the nearest 7/11 with a level of urgency usually reserved for overtime games. Jamie parked the car in a haphazard angle, practically jumping out before you even had the seatbelt off.

Inside, the candy aisle was…surprisingly bare. A couple of bags here, some off-brand chocolates there. But Jamie was undeterred, glancing at you with a mischievous grin. “We’re buying out whatever’s left. Trick-or-treaters are gonna love us.”

Without hesitation, you both started loading up your arms with bags of mini Snickers, Reese’s, Skittles, and…what was that? A lone pack of gummy spiders? Sure, why not. You had so much candy that Jamie insisted on trying to fit all of it in his arms at once, only for half the bags to come tumbling down and scatter on the floor.

“Could you not?” you laughed, nudging him as you both bent down to pick everything up. He just shrugged, grinning like a kid in a candy store…which, technically, he was.

When you finally got to the register with a literal mountain of candy, the cashier gave you both a long, skeptical look. “You guys, uh, throwing a party or something?”

Jamie, in perfect deadpan, replied, “Nope. Just fulfilling our civic duty.” You tried to hold back a snort as the cashier scanned bag after bag.

As you left, Jamie was already tearing into one of the candy bags, popping a mini chocolate into his mouth. “So, technically, this counts as an advance tax for the adults handing out the candy, right?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t eat half of it before tomorrow,” you teased, stealing a piece for yourself. He shot you a look that could only mean he was plotting to eat more than half before Halloween even hit.

The drive back was full of both of you munching on candy, laughing, and planning how you were going to act like the coolest house on the block tomorrow. As you got back and started piling your loot into a gigantic bowl, Jamie grinned, picking up one last mini Snickers, and handed it to you with a dramatic flourish.

“For your excellent work tonight,” he said, pretending to bow.

You took it, giving him a mock curtsy. “Thank you, kind sir. May our sugar-filled stash be the envy of all trick-or-treaters.”

And sure enough, Halloween came, and thanks to your last-minute haul, you and Jamie did, in fact, have the best stash on the block—even if there were a few less mini chocolates than planned.

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Flufftober | 10.23 |

Spooky Playlist - Charles Leclerc

The room was dimly lit, with a warm, golden glow spilling from the lamp on the nightstand. The windows were slightly cracked open, letting in the cool autumn breeze and the faint scent of fallen leaves. Charles lay beside you, his head nestled comfortably on the pillow as he watched you with that gentle smile he wore when he was completely at ease. It was one of those rare, quiet evenings together—no races, no press, just the two of you wrapped in the cozy blanket of fall.

You reached over, grabbing your phone and giving him a teasing look. “Alright, I’m finally going to introduce you to my spooky season playlist.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Spooky? Am I in for some ghost stories or…?”

“More like Halloween magic and autumn vibes,” you grinned, scrolling through the playlist. “Trust me, it’ll make you feel like you’re in a movie.”

You tapped play, and the first song started, a hauntingly soft melody filling the room. Charles’s smile widened as he listened, his gaze flicking between you and the screen, clearly delighted. You leaned back against the pillows, snuggling up to him as the playlist unfolded: a mix of eerie yet cozy tunes, gentle acoustics with a hint of mystery, and the occasional jazzy Halloween classic.

As another track came on—one with an almost magical, ethereal feel—he reached for your hand, squeezing it as he looked at you. “You’re really all about this fall vibe, aren’t you?” he teased, but his eyes were soft, like he was seeing a new side of you he’d been waiting to know.

“It’s just…there’s something about it,” you replied, voice barely a whisper. “The coziness, the feeling that anything can happen. Fall makes everything seem a little…enchanted.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer, his arm wrapped warmly around you. “I get it. But I think you’re the one who makes everything feel a little enchanted.” The music played on softly in the background, underscoring the quiet magic in the room.

You felt yourself blushing, hiding your face against his chest as he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The night was filled with music, quiet laughs, and whispered conversations about dreams, haunted places you’d want to explore, and your favorite Halloween memories. Wrapped up in the warmth of each other, it felt like fall was giving you both its own kind of magic.

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Flufftober | 10.22 |

Bonfire Chats - Cristian Pulisic

A soft glow from the bonfire cast flickering shadows on the trees around them, the crisp autumn air carrying the scent of leaves and a hint of pine. Christian wrapped his arms around Anna, pulling her closer, the warmth of the fire mingling with the warmth of their embrace. The sky was a deep navy, stars scattered like tiny lights guiding their night.

They’d come out here to escape the rush and noise of their everyday lives, to find some quiet before things inevitably got busy again. He watched her, noticing the way her eyes softened as she stared into the flames, lost in thought.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” he asked gently, nudging her shoulder with his.

Anna smiled, leaning her head against him. “Just…thinking about everything. The future, mostly. Us.” She hesitated, her voice tender but a little hesitant, as if afraid of where the conversation might go.

Christian’s expression softened, and he reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey, I’ve been thinking about that too.” He took a breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked out at the glowing fire. “We’ve both got dreams, Anna. Big dreams. And that’s… amazing. But I just want you to know, whatever happens, whatever path we take, I want you by my side.”

Anna’s hand found his, and she squeezed it, finding courage in his words. “I love that you have these dreams, that you’re so passionate. It’s inspiring, Christian. And I want to support you no matter what. But sometimes… I get scared. Scared of how things might change. Scared that life will pull us in different directions.” Her voice was barely a whisper now, laced with the vulnerability that only he ever saw.

Christian tilted her chin up, his gaze steady and full of warmth. “Anna, I don’t want you to ever be afraid of that. I know it won’t always be easy. There’ll be days I’ll be halfway across the world, and things will feel…different. But I promise you, no matter where I am, no matter what, I’ll come back to you. Because you’re my home.”

The crackling of the fire filled the silence that settled between them, comforting rather than tense. They both knew they were sharing something unspoken—a deep understanding of each other’s fears and dreams.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she whispered, her smile soft as she snuggled closer to him, the two of them wrapped in each other’s warmth against the autumn chill. In that quiet moment, under the fall sky, they made promises not in words, but in the way they held each other, their future bright as the stars above.

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Flufftober | 10.21 |

Surprise Sleepover - Gavi

It was a chilly October evening, and the sun had just started setting, painting the Barcelona sky in shades of orange and pink. Inside her apartment, she was curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs as she sipped from a mug of warm tea. The soft glow of fairy lights and a few pumpkin-scented candles gave the space a cozy fall atmosphere. She was completely unaware that her evening was about to get even better.

Pablo Gavi had just finished a light training session earlier than expected, and instead of heading home, he had something else in mind. He had been planning this surprise for a while—a fall-themed sleepover to make up for all the time his busy schedule had kept them apart lately. With a grin on his face and a key to her apartment in hand, he quietly let himself in, careful not to make any noise.

As he stepped inside, Gavi took in the familiar scent of her candles, the warmth of her home instantly wrapping around him. She had no idea he was here, still completely absorbed in the book she was reading on the couch, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was about to turn her ordinary night into something magical.

Gavi tiptoed toward her bedroom, where he set down the bags he had brought with him. They were filled with her favorite snacks—popcorn, chocolates, and even a fall-themed cookie kit he had found last minute. He quickly set everything up on her bed: a few fluffy blankets, a stack of her favorite movies, and the snacks spread out neatly on the counter.

With a mischievous smile, Gavi snuck out into the living room and closer to the couch where she sat, lost in her book. He leaned over the back of the couch, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Boo.”

She yelped, the book nearly flying out of her hands as she whipped around to see him standing there, grinning from ear to ear. “Pablo! What are you doing here?!” she gasped, her heart still racing from the scare.

He laughed, hopping over the back of the couch and landing beside her. “Surprise! I came home early and thought I’d spend the evening with my favorite girl.”

She blinked in surprise, still processing the fact that he was actually there. “You—how did you even get in?”

He dangled the spare key she had given him with a wink. “I have my ways.”

She couldn’t help but smile, her annoyance at the scare quickly fading. “Well, I wasn’t expecting company, but I’m not complaining.”

Gavi leaned in and kissed her cheek before hopping up and pulling her off the couch. “Come on, I’ve got something planned. You’re gonna love it.”

Intrigued, she followed him down the hall and into her bedroom, her eyes widening when she saw what he had set up. The queen sized bed was covered with snacks, a couple of steaming coffee cup of hot chocolate already prepared, and a couple of cozy blankets for laid across her bed.

“Pablo, did you do all of this?” she asked, her heart swelling as she looked at the effort he had put into making everything so special.

“Yep,” he said, looking proud of himself. “I figured we could have a cozy fall-themed sleepover. Just you, me, and all the snacks you could ever want.” He gestured to the bed.

She looked at him, completely touched by the gesture. “You’re the best, you know that?”

He smirked, pulling her into a warm hug. “I try.”

They spent the next few minutes popping the popcorn and changing into the matching pjs Gavi bought them.

Once everything was set up, they snuggled into the blankets. The smell of pumpkin spice and warm hot chocolate filled the air as they shared the snacks Gavi had brought. He reached for the remote, glancing over at her. “So, what’s it gonna be? Spooky or sweet?”

“Sweet, definitely,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’ve had enough of spooky for the day, thanks to you.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Alright, sweet it is.”

As the movie played, Gavi draped his arm around her, pulling her close. The warmth of his body and the soft crackling of the candles made everything feel perfect. Every so often, he would press a soft kiss to her temple or make a goofy comment about the movie, earning a playful shove from her.

Halfway through, she turned to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Thank you for this, Pablo. It’s perfect.”

He met her gaze, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

“You always do,” she whispered, her heart full as she leaned in to kiss him.

The rest of the night passed in a blissful haze of laughter, snacks, and soft whispers. Wrapped up in each other, they forgot about the world outside, content to stay in their little fort as the night wore on.

By the time the credits rolled on their second movie, Gavi had dozed off, his head resting on her shoulder. She smiled to herself, watching the way his chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his arm still wrapped protectively around her.

In that moment, with the sound of rain softly tapping against the window and the warmth of Gavi beside her, she knew this was her favorite way to spend a fall evening. Cozy, loved, and with him by her side.

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.20 |

Falling in love in October - Luke Hughes

It was mid-October, and the crisp autumn air clung to everything at the University of Michigan. The leaves crunched underfoot, a golden and red blanket across the campus. Luke Hughes had never really been one for romanticizing seasons. Sure, fall was fine—he liked the cool weather and the excuse to wear hoodies—but he wasn’t one to swoon over falling leaves and pumpkin spice lattes.

That changed when he met her.

They had met in their shared Sports Management class they both dreaded. Luke, more of a natural on the ice than in a classroom, found himself needing help with the readings and concepts. She, on the other hand, had a sharp mind and an easy way with explanations.

She wasn’t part of the hockey crowd, and that’s what intrigued him. She didn’t treat him like the next big NHL star or held him up to his brothers standards; she treated him like a regular student, one struggling to keep up with marginal utility and demand curves. That’s how they became study partners. He appreciated that she called him out when he wasn’t focused, and she appreciated that he tried his hardest to stay on top of things.

The first few weeks were just study sessions in the library or grabbing coffee to go over notes. But as October rolled in, so did a shift in the air between them.

One late afternoon, they met at a park near campus to go over some notes before an exam. The trees were at peak color, golden light bouncing off the reds and yellows. They sat under a large oak, textbooks open, but they were both distracted. Luke looked up from his notes to find her looking out at the view, the wind tugging at her hair.

“Pretty, huh?” Luke said, his voice a little softer than usual.

She smiled, her eyes lingering on the vibrant leaves. “Yeah, it’s beautiful. October’s always been my favorite. Everything feels… warmer, even though it’s cold.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the wind filling the gaps between their words. She glanced over at him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You know, Luke, you’re not as distracted as you used to be.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I had a good teacher.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her attention back to the trees. “Do you ever just… stop and take it all in? Like, really appreciate where you are?”

Luke thought about it. He was always so focused on hockey and getting better that he rarely just was. But with her, these moments felt different. “Not really,” he admitted. “But maybe I should.”

That’s when it started—the shift from study partners to something more. They began meeting outside of their usual library sessions. They’d grab lunch or coffee, and sometimes, they didn’t even talk about school. They’d just walk around campus or sit in that same park, talking about life and their dreams, the warmth of her voice filling him up in ways he didn’t expect.

One evening, after a particularly late study session, they were walking back to her dorm when she stopped suddenly. Luke, a step ahead, turned back to her, confused.

“What’s up?” he asked.

She hesitated, her breath visible in the cool night air. “Do you ever think about… more?”

“More?” he asked, stepping closer.

“More than just study partners,” she clarified, her voice almost a whisper.

Luke’s heart raced, his hands suddenly feeling clammy in his jacket pockets. He had been thinking about it—a lot. But he didn’t know how to say it. Now, standing here in the dim glow of the campus streetlights, he realized he didn’t need the perfect words. He just needed to be honest.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”

Her eyes softened, a small smile playing on her lips. She took a step closer, and without another word, she reached up, her hand resting on his cheek. The world seemed to slow down around them, the cool October breeze swirling, the smell of fallen leaves in the air.

Luke didn’t wait any longer. He closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt like everything he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. It was soft, tentative at first, but quickly grew more sure, more certain.

When they pulled away, their breaths mingled in the night air, both of them smiling like two kids who had just shared their first secret.

“I think we just fell in love in October,” she whispered with a shy laugh, referencing the song that had played in the background at their latest study session.

Luke chuckled, pulling her closer. “Sounds about right.”

From that moment on, everything was different. Study sessions were filled with lingering touches and knowing glances. They still met at the park under the oak tree, but now they sat closer, hands intertwined as they watched the leaves fall.

As October faded and the Michigan winter approached, Luke found that fall wasn’t just about the cool weather or the changing colors anymore. It was about her, and the warmth she brought into his life, even when the world around them started to freeze.

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.19 |

Harvest Dinner - Trevor Zegras + Friends

The golden hues of the setting sun spilled across the sky, casting a warm autumn glow over the farmhouse-style home where Trevor Zegras and his fiancée had planned the perfect harvest-themed dinner. The air was crisp, and the smell of roasted vegetables, spiced cider, and freshly baked bread wafted through the house. The large wooden dining table in the backyard was decorated with pumpkins, candles, and scattered leaves—everything about the evening screamed fall.

Trevor stood outside teasing Jack Hughes, who was trying—and failing—to carve a mini pumpkin with a butter knife. Jack’s girlfriend, sitting beside him, laughed at his futile efforts. “Jack, it’s a centerpiece, not a hockey puck!”

Nearby, Cole Caufield and his older brother Brock were debating the best football teams of the season. “I’m telling you, Michigan’s defense is rock-solid this year,” Brock insisted, while Cole playfully nudged him.

Jamie Drysdale and his older brother Charlie were huddled together with Alex Turcotte and Patrick Moynihan, brainstorming pranks to pull on Jack and Trevor later, though they kept their plans hushed. They exchanged quick glances, as if they already had a scheme brewing.

Inside the house, Trevor’s fiancée and his younger siblings, Ava and Griffin, were finishing up the last of the sides—mashed sweet potatoes, roasted Brussels sprouts, and a pear-and-goat-cheese salad. Ava, with her apron on, was carefully placing warm rolls in a basket while Griffin hovered nearby, sneaking bites of everything before it hit the table.

As everyone gathered around, the golden light from the lanterns hanging above the table bathed them all in a soft glow. There was laughter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the occasional joke thrown at whoever was unlucky enough to be the topic at the moment.

Trevor finally sat down, sliding into the seat next to his fiancée, who smiled warmly at him. “Everything looks perfect,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. She smiled, grateful for the warmth of the evening and the company of their closest friends and family.

Jack, having given up on the pumpkin carving, raised his cider. “To good friends, good food, and surviving another day without one of Trevor’s pranks.”

Everyone laughed, and Cole, not one to miss out on teasing, added, “Yeah, and surviving whatever Charlie and Jamie have planned for later.”

The night continued with stories, laughter, and the warm feeling of fall wrapping around them like the thick blankets draped on the chairs. As the evening wore on and the last bites of pumpkin pie were eaten, Trevor looked around at the faces of his friends and family, and couldn’t help but feel grateful. It was one of those nights that made everything else fade away, leaving only the warmth of friendship, love, and the perfect fall night under a blanket of stars.

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.18 |

Haunted House Protection - Hughes Brothers

It was a chilly October evening, and the Hughes family had decided to visit the local haunted house attraction. The whole town was talking about it—people said it was the scariest one yet. Ellen and Jim Hughes weren’t ones to shy away from some family Halloween fun, so they packed up their four kids—Quinn, Jack, Luke, and their youngest daughter—and headed out.

The sister, only 6 (she’s begged to try it out), clutched her stuffed bear tightly as they approached the looming, creaky house, her eyes wide with both excitement and fear. Quinn, at 16, rolled his eyes at the sight of her bear (not jealous at all) but gave her a reassuring pat on the head.

“You’ll be fine. Just stick with us,” he said, leading the way with his usual quiet confidence.

Jack, 14, grinned down at his little sister. “I’ll scream louder than you, I bet.”

She shot him a look, knowing it was probably true. Jack had a flair for drama.

Luke, the 12-year-old, was already bouncing on his toes, hyped up. “I heard there’s a guy with a chainsaw. Think we can take him?” He was ready to treat the haunted house like some sort of obstacle course. Typical Luke.

Their sister’s heart was racing. Haunted houses weren’t exactly her favorite thing, but with her brothers, she felt a bit braver… or at least she tried to. As they entered the house, the door slammed shut behind them with an eerie creak, and her grip on Luke’s sleeve tightened.

The first room was filled with fog, and a creepy clown mannequin stood in the corner. Quinn being the older brother he is walked ahead, calm as ever, scanning for any jump scares. Jack was grinning ear to ear, but his sister could tell he was on edge. Luke? He was practically daring the clown to move. And then… it did.

The clown jerked forward with a sinister laugh, its eyes glowing red. The sister screamed, and Jack immediately stepped in front of her, arms spread wide like a human shield.

“Whoa, okay! Stay behind me!” Jack said, though his voice cracked just a little. She grabbed onto the back of his hoodie, trusting her brothers to protect her.

Quinn turned back, smirking. “It’s just a guy in makeup. Relax.” He shot the clown a look that seemed to say, You’re not scaring my siblings.

They pressed on, and the next hallway was lined with skeletons. Every so often, one would jump out with a shriek. Luke, undeterred, grabbed one of the skeleton’s bony arms and pretended to have a conversation with it. “No, you look like a bag of bones,” he quipped, trying to make his sister laugh.

She giggled nervously but stayed glued to her brothers, eyes darting everywhere. The tension in the air was thick, and then, suddenly, a chainsaw roared to life. The sound echoed through the hall, and out of the shadows came a masked man wielding it, revving the engine.

Without hesitation, Quinn stepped forward, placing himself between his siblings and the terrifying sight. “It’s fake,” he said calmly, though the chainsaw guy was doing his best to look menacing.

“Let’s just walk through,” Quinn said, giving the guy an unimpressed glance. Jack tugged his sister along quickly, but Luke, of course, couldn’t resist.

“Nice saw, dude!” Luke yelled over the roar, which earned him a shake of the chainsaw and a mock chase. Luke yelped, running ahead, but it was all in good fun. Their sister, however, had her eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, they made it to the last room. It was dark, with a single spotlight illuminating a large, spooky-looking coffin. The air was thick with suspense. The siblings stood still, knowing something was about to jump out at them.

Their sister whispered, “I don’t like this, I don’t like this…”

Quinn, in his typical big-brother fashion, put a steady hand on her shoulder. “It’s almost over. You’re doing great.”

Jack was poised, ready to scream at whatever came next. Luke? Well, Luke was crouched down, looking under the coffin like he could solve the whole thing by figuring out how it worked.

Suddenly, the coffin lid burst open, and a ghoul jumped out with a scream. But before anyone could react, Jack and Luke both lunged toward their sister, blocking her from the ghoul’s reach.

“You stay away from her!” Jack yelled, putting on his best heroic face, despite his own pulse racing. Luke threw an arm out like he was ready to square up with the ghoul.

Quinn, not even fazed, gave the actor a grin. “Nice try, but we’re done here.”

With that, they quickly ushered their sister out of the house and into the cool night air. She was still shaking a little, but surrounded by her brothers, she felt safe.

“You okay?” Luke asked, nudging her with a grin.

“Yeah… thanks for saving me,” she said, looking at each of them gratefully.

Quinn smiled. “Don’t mention it. We’ve got your back.”

Jack slung an arm around her shoulders. “Told you I’d scream louder than you.”

“Yeah, but I think Luke was ready to fight a chainsaw guy,” she laughed.

Luke puffed out his chest. “Oh, I definitely could’ve taken him.”

As they walked back to the car, their sister felt a little braver. With three brothers like hers, even the scariest haunted house didn’t seem so bad after all.

And that’s how the Hughes brothers proved once again that no haunted house, no chainsaw-wielding villain, could mess with their family.

Bonus: Later that night, back home, Ellen and Jim were having a tough time getting their youngest to settle down. The haunted house had spooked her more than she let on, and she kept tossing and turning, eyes darting to the shadows in her room.

“Mom, can you check the closet again?” she asked, clutching her bear.

Ellen sighed softly, giving Jim a look that said, This could be a long night.

Just outside the door, Luke was passing by on his way to bed when he overheard the conversation. He paused, smirked to himself, and bolted down the hall to find Jack.

“Hey, little sis can’t sleep. You up for a mission?” Luke whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Mission?” Jack raised an eyebrow but got up, clearly interested. “We need Quinn.”

Moments later, the three boys crept into their sister’s room, much to her surprise. Luke plopped down beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“Heard you were having some ghost troubles. We got you,” he said with a grin.

Jack stretched out on the floor dramatically. “Yep, no ghoul would dare mess with all of us.”

Quinn, ever the big brother, dragged in some blankets for Jack and Luke and tossed it on the floor. “We’re not leaving you alone, okay? Just sleep.”

She smiled, finally relaxing. With her brothers piled into the room, Jack and Luke next to her bed and Quinn in her bed, chatting quietly and making jokes, the shadows didn’t seem so scary anymore.

Within minutes, she drifted off, surrounded by her haunted house heroes.

*pretend the girl is younger in the photo

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.17 |

Sweater Weather - Matt Rempe

You’re curled up on the couch alongside yours and Matt’s puppy Ranger, named after the rangers of course, the soft hum of a fall breeze rustling the leaves outside. The cozy atmosphere of October surrounds you—warm, amber light spilling from the pumpkin-scented candles, a blanket draped over your legs. But the true highlight of your comfort? Matt’s oversized Rangers sweater, his last name Rempe and number 73 stitched across the back. It’s like you’re drowning in it—the sleeves hang well past your hands, the hem almost brushing your thighs. You feel tiny, but warm, as if wrapped in his presence.

You didn’t ask to borrow it; you simply found it lying on the back of a chair earlier in the day and couldn’t resist pulling it on. The soft, worn fabric still smells like him—fresh, a hint of cologne, and something uniquely Matt. You’ve been cozying up in it all day, secretly enjoying the size difference, feeling as if his 7-foot frame was hugging you with each step.

The bedroom door creaks open, and you hear Matt’s heavy footsteps thudding against the floor. His voice follows shortly after, deep and playful. “Hey, have you seen my—” He stops mid-sentence when he rounds the corner and sees you, curled up in his jersey sweater. A grin stretches across his face as his eyes sweep over the sight of you completely swallowed up by it.

You quickly sit up, heart racing. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!” You stammer, flustered, tugging at the too-long sleeves. “I didn’t think you’d miss it. I’ll give it back.” You start to pull it off, your cheeks burning, but before you can, Matt’s massive frame looms over you, his hand gently stopping you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” he chuckles, his voice low and teasing, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You look up at him, a little nervous. “Giving it back?”

Matt smirks, shaking his head as he leans down closer, one hand braced on the back of the couch. “Nah, it looks better on you.” His voice drops an octave, playful yet sincere. “Keep it.”

Your heart flutters, and you try to protest. “But it’s yours, and you—”

He gently flicks your forehead, cutting you off. “I have more, babe. Besides,” he eyes you up and down, his smirk widening, “I kind of like how it looks on you—like I could pick you up and carry you around in it like a little package.”

You laugh, tugging the hem of the sweater to show just how oversized it is. “You could carry me in it! It’s huge on me.”

“Exactly,” he winks, standing to his full height, which towers over you. He pats your head softly before walking towards the kitchen. “Wear it whenever you want, okay? Just don’t be surprised if I come back for it one day.”

As you settle back into the couch, the sweater feels even more comforting, knowing Matt wanted you to have it. The cool fall breeze picks up outside, but wrapped in his jersey, you feel warmer than ever.