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[dearstvckyx]

Another Piastri? - OP81 (ft. JB9 + Piastri Family + Lily Zneimer)

summary: Mia distances herself from her family, leaving them worried, but Joe reassures them she’s okay. After secretly welcoming their son, Joe calls her family to Cincinnati, claiming Mia needs support. When they arrive, they’re shocked to meet baby Sebastian Oscar Burrow. Oscar gets emotional holding his namesake nephew, and the family shares a heartfelt reunion. Surrounded by love, Mia feels complete, beginning her new chapter as a mother.

pairings: older sister! oc! Mia Piastri x younger brother! Oscar Piastri / wife! Mia Piastri x husband! Joe burrow / oc! Mia Piastri x Piastri Family / newborn! Sebastian Burrow x everyone

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The months after the wedding had been strange, a mixture of joy and distance. Mia had slowly withdrawn from everyone—ignoring texts, dodging calls, and disappearing from social media. Her family had noticed, of course. Hattie and Edie texted constantly, trying to reach her. Her parents, Chris and Nicole, called Joe frequently, worried about why their usually bubbly daughter had gone so quiet.

But every time they asked Joe, his response was always the same.

“She’s okay,” he’d say in that calm, steady voice. “She just needs some space right now. Trust me, I’ve got her.”

And for a while, they trusted him. But as the weeks turned into months, the worry deepened. Even Oscar, who was usually too busy with racing, noticed. He called Joe more often, subtly pressing for answers.

“Is she really okay, Joe? She hasn’t answered me in weeks,” Oscar said during one call, his voice strained.

“She’s fine, man. I promise. Just… focus on your season, alright?”

Oscar wasn’t convinced, but he had no choice but to leave it alone.

What no one knew was that Mia and Joe had been keeping a secret. The pregnancy was something they wanted to savor privately, away from the noise of life and the whirlwind of her brother’s F1 career. Mia wanted the moment to be just theirs—for now.

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It was late one quiet evening in Cincinnati when it finally happened.

Mia had been restless all day, pacing their home with one hand on her belly. When the contractions started, Joe jumped into action, calm and collected as always. Hours later, they were in the hospital, and Mia was cradling a tiny, pink-cheeked baby boy in her arms.

“He’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears slipped down her face.

Joe leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple. “He is.”

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. It was just the three of them—peaceful, complete. But as Mia looked down at their son, her heart ached. She’d pulled away from her family for months, and now, in this moment, all she wanted was for them to be here.

Joe noticed the hesitation in her eyes and gently took her hand.

“I’ll call them,” he said softly.

Mia blinked up at him. “But we wanted to keep this just us—”

“I know,” Joe interrupted, smiling. “But they’re your family. They’ll want to be here. Let me take care of it.”

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By morning, Chris, her mom, her sisters, and Oscar were all on their way to Cincinnati. Joe had called them late the night before, spinning a carefully crafted story.

“She’s in the hospital,” he’d said. “She’s fine, but she’ll feel more comfortable if you’re here.”

No one had questioned him. They booked flights immediately, arriving at the hospital the next morning with a mix of worry and relief. Oscar even brought Lily, who was Mia’s closer person outside their family.

When they stepped into the hospital room, the last thing they expected was the sight before them.

Mia was sitting up in bed, her hair a mess and her cheeks flushed, but she was smiling brighter than they’d seen in months. In her arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, was a tiny baby.

The room fell silent.

“Surprise,” Mia said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “I wanted you all to meet him.”

Her father, Chris, took a shaky step forward, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Him?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Mia nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Your grandson.” She spoke, looking between both of her parents.

For a moment, no one moved. Then the room erupted in emotion. Hattie and Edie burst into tears, rushing to Mia’s side. Chris and her mom followed, their hands shaking as they gently touched the baby’s tiny fingers.

Oscar, however, stood frozen in the doorway, his wide eyes fixed on the little bundle in Mia’s arms.

“Are you just going to stand there, Ozzie Bear?” Mia teased, her voice soft and affectionate. “Come meet your nephew.”

Oscar blinked, snapping out of his daze. Slowly, he stepped forward, Lily nudging him gently from behind. When he reached Mia’s bedside, she carefully handed the baby to him.

Oscar’s hands shook as he cradled his nephew, his lips parting in awe. The baby squirmed slightly, letting out a tiny sigh.

“Oscar,” Mia said, her voice breaking. “Meet Sebastian Oscar Burrow.”

Oscar’s head shot up, his teary eyes locking with hers. “You… you named him after me?”

Mia nodded, her own tears falling freely now. “Of course I did. You’re my baby brother, and you mean the world to me. It just felt right.”

Oscar let out a shaky laugh, his tears falling faster now. “Mia…” he whispered, his voice cracking as he looked back down at Sebastian. “Thank you. He’s… he’s perfect.”

Lily, standing beside him, leaned over to stroke the baby’s cheek, her own eyes misty. “He really is,” she whispered.

Chris, standing off to the side, chuckled through his tears. “Looks like we’ve got another Piastri crybaby in the family.”

The room erupted in laughter, the tension melting away as joy filled the air.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur of happy tears and quiet moments. Everyone took turns holding Sebastian, marveling at his tiny fingers and soft little nose. Joe stood by Mia’s side the whole time, his hand never leaving hers.

As the sun set, Mia watched Oscar sitting in the corner of the room, cradling Sebastian with a tenderness she hadn’t seen before. Lily sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as she smiled down at the baby.

Mia’s heart swelled. For months, she had felt disconnected, lost in her own world. But now, surrounded by her family and her son, she felt whole again.

Looking up at Joe, she smiled through her tears. “We did good, didn’t we?”

Joe leaned down, kissing her softly. “Yeah, we did.”

And as Sebastian let out a tiny yawn, his family gathered around him, Mia knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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Read Part One Here

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“Now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night”

summary: After days of thinking about Alexia, Gavi finds the courage to DM her on Instagram, asking if she’s still in Barcelona. Surprised and nervous, Alexia confides in her friend Madison, who helps her respond. The conversation leads to Gavi inviting Alexia to dinner, where the two bond over shared laughs and heartfelt moments. As the night ends, both realize this could be the start of something special.

pairing: oc! Alexia x Pablo Gavi (ft. oc!Madison)

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Gavi sat in his room, the glow of his phone illuminating his face. It had been a few days since the game, and he couldn’t shake the memory of Alexia—the way her hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders, the nervous laugh that escaped when he’d smiled at her, the way her voice wavered slightly when they spoke. He thought about how her eyes lit up with excitement, even through her nerves, and how her lips curved into a shy smile every time she looked at him.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. You’re acting ridiculous, he thought. She was just another fan… but was she? There was something about her that stuck in his mind, something real and unpolished in the way she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

Before he could stop himself, he opened Instagram. Her name had been on her ticket lanyard, and curiosity had gotten the better of him earlier. Now, he was scrolling through her page. Her posts were simple—photos of her with friends, candid moments, and that post about her first Barça game. He lingered on the selfie with her friend, where her smile seemed even brighter up close.

This is crazy, he thought, but his thumb hesitated over the message icon. Taking a deep breath, he clicked it and typed:

“Hey, Alexia. Are you still in Barcelona?”

He stared at the message for a moment before hitting send, his heart racing faster than it ever did during a match.

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In her hotel room, Alexia was brushing her teeth, getting ready to crash after a long day. Madison was sprawled on the bed, scrolling through TikTok when Alexia’s phone buzzed on the nightstand

“Hey, your phone just pinged,” Madison mumbled, not looking up.

Alexia wiped her mouth with a towel and picked up her phone. When she saw the notification, she froze. “Madison… MADISON!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Madison sat up, alarmed.

“It’s him!” Alexia’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hands trembling as she shoved the phone toward Madison.

Madison’s eyes widened as she read the message. “HOLY SH—”

“Don’t yell!” Alexia hissed, her heart pounding. “What do I do? What do I say?”

Madison grinned, already taking charge. “First, you calm down. Second, you say something chill. We don’t want him thinking you’re a weirdo… even though you kind of are.”

Alexia rolled her eyes but let Madison help her. Together, they crafted a response:

“Hi! Yes, I’m still here for a couple more days. 😊”

Within minutes, Gavi replied:

“Would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow? After my practice?”

Alexia stared at the screen, her jaw dropping. Madison grabbed the phone before Alexia could spiral. “Say yes! Obviously, say yes!”

“Okay, okay!” Alexia finally typed:

“I’d love to. Just let me know when and where.”

The moment she hit send, she flopped onto the bed, burying her face in a pillow. Madison patted her back with mock seriousness. “You’re living the dream, Alexia. Don’t mess this up.”

Alexia groaned into the pillow, her mind already racing about what to wear and what to say. But deep down, she couldn’t stop smiling.

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The Next Day:

The next evening, Alexia stood in front of the hotel mirror, anxiously fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Madison sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through Instagram but occasionally glancing up to offer unsolicited advice.

“Relax, Alexia,” Madison said, smirking. “You look amazing. If he doesn’t fall head over cleats for you, he’s an idiot.”

Alexia rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “This is insane. I’m going to dinner with Gavi. Like… Gavi. How is this my life?”

“It’s called main-character energy,” Madison teased. “Now go, or you’ll be late.”

Alexia grabbed her purse, gave Madison a nervous thumbs-up, and headed out the door.

Gavi waited at a small, tucked-away restaurant in the city, wearing a simple black button-up and jeans. He kept checking his phone for updates, his usual confidence replaced by an unusual nervousness. When Alexia walked in, his breath hitched.

She looked beautiful, her natural glow enhanced by the warm lighting of the restaurant. Gavi stood up and greeted her with a shy smile.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft.

“Hi,” Alexia replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

He pulled out her chair, and they both sat, the awkwardness melting as soon as they started talking.

As the evening went on, Alexia felt herself relax. Gavi wasn’t the intimidating superstar she’d built up in her mind. He was kind, down-to-earth, and surprisingly funny. They talked about everything—from his life as a footballer to her adventures in Barcelona with Madison.

“I noticed you were nervous when we talked after the game,” Gavi admitted, grinning.

Alexia groaned, covering her face. “Was it that obvious?”

“A little,” he teased. “But it was cute.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she laughed. “Well, you’re kind of intimidating. Not every day you meet someone who’s all over TV.”

“Trust me, I’m not that interesting,” Gavi said, leaning back. “But you… you don’t seem like someone who gets starstruck often. That’s why I remembered you. You seemed… different.”

Alexia blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. “Different how?”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking down for a moment before meeting her gaze. “Just… real.”

Their eyes locked, and Alexia felt her heart skip a beat.

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After dinner, Gavi offered to walk her back to her hotel. The streets of Barcelona were quiet, the city lights casting a soft glow. They talked and laughed, the conversation flowing effortlessly.

When they reached the hotel, Alexia hesitated at the entrance. “Thank you for tonight,” she said. “I had a great time.”

“Me too,” Gavi replied, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that,” Alexia said, her smile soft and genuine.

As she turned to go inside, Gavi called out, “Alexia?”

She turned back.

“You’re still the girl from the stands,” he said with a small smile. “But now, you’re more than that.”

Alexia’s heart soared as she walked inside, feeling like she was floating. Upstairs, Madison was waiting, eager for details.

“So?” Madison asked, practically bouncing.

Alexia just smiled. “I think this might be the start of something.”

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Part 4??

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[dearstvckyx]

“Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense.” - PG6

summary: After a second Barça game, Alexia unexpectedly meets Gavi in the players’ lounge. A brief exchange of smiles and words leaves them both captivated, replaying the moment long after the night ends.

pairing: oc! Alexia x Pablo Gavi (ft. oc! Madison)

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Weeks had passed since Alexia’s first trip to Camp Nou, but the memory of the boy in the white jacket lingered in her mind. Madison, of course, hadn’t let her live it down. “You’re not even a real fan, and somehow you’re having a rom-com moment with one of the players,” she teased constantly.

Alexia rolled her eyes every time, but secretly, she’d replayed that fleeting moment with Gavi a hundred times in her head. Something about the way he’d smiled at her stayed with her.

Madison finally convinced Alexia to come to another game. “You can’t be a one-and-done kind of fan,” Madison insisted. “Plus, you owe me for making you look good on Instagram with that last post.”

“Fine,” Alexia relented, trying not to seem too eager. She even wore a borrowed Barça jersey and learned a couple of chants to impress Madison.

As they made their way to the stadium, Alexia felt her heart race—not for the game itself, but for the slim chance she might see him again. She wasn’t even sure what she’d say or do if it happened. Smile? Wave? Pretend she didn’t care?

The match was as electric as the first one. Alexia found herself getting into it more this time, cheering loudly alongside Madison and feeling the rush of the crowd. But her eyes kept drifting to the players, scanning for Gavi.

After the game, Madison had another surprise. “So, don’t freak out,” she said, grinning mischievously, “but I managed to get us into the players’ lounge for a meet-and-greet.”

“Wait, WHAT?” Alexia’s stomach flipped.

“Don’t thank me yet. It’s crowded, and there’s no guarantee you’ll even get near him. But, you know, miracles happen.”

The players’ lounge was buzzing with fans, all clamoring for autographs and pictures. Alexia followed Madison nervously, her eyes darting around the room. Then, she saw him.

Gavi stood near a table, talking with a staff member. He was dressed casually this time, in a black hoodie and jeans, but he was unmistakable. Alexia froze as he turned slightly, scanning the room—and their eyes met again.

For a moment, it was like the chaos around them disappeared. Alexia felt her pulse quicken as Gavi’s lips curved into the same small, genuine smile he’d given her weeks ago.

Madison nudged her hard. “Go talk to him!”

“I can’t just—”

Before Alexia could finish, Gavi began walking toward them.

“Hola,” he said, his voice warm and his accent thick. His gaze didn’t waver from hers. “You were at the last game, no?”

Alexia blinked, struggling to believe he’d noticed her before. “Uh, yeah. My first game, actually.”

Gavi’s smile widened. “And? What did you think?”

“It was amazing,” she managed, returning his smile. “Though I think Madison might be the bigger fan.” Nodding to the blonde next to her.

“True,” Madison interjected, clearly loving every second of this. “But I think Alexia’s catching on. She even learned some chants this time.”

Gavi chuckled, his attention still fixed on Alexia. “Good. Maybe you’ll come to more games, then?”

“I think I might,” she said softly, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Perfect,” Gavi said. He glanced over as a staff member called him back but hesitated before leaving. “It was nice meeting you, Alexia.”

Her heart nearly stopped. “How did you know my name?”

He pointed at her Camp Nou ticket, which she had clipped onto a lanyard around her neck.

“Right,” she said, laughing nervously.

“Maybe I’ll see you again soon,” Gavi added before walking away, glancing back one last time with a smile.

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That night, Alexia lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and replaying the moment over and over. She felt like she was in a dream.

Meanwhile, Gavi sat in the back of the team bus once again, headphones around his neck but no music. Instead, he stared out the window, replaying the way her smile had lit up when he spoke to her.

For the first time in a long time, someone outside of football had captured his attention. And he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

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Part 3??

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𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✧₊⁺

𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 ⋆˚࿔

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 .☘︎ ݁˖

𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝗇𝗁𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 ✶⋆.˚

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I do’s and surprises - OP81 (ft JB9 + other players and drivers)

summary: At her wedding to Joe Burrow, Oscar Piastri’s older sister, Mia, is surprised when Oscar shows up for an emotional first look. Overwhelmed by the presence of F1 drivers and family, the day is filled with tears, heartfelt moments, and joy. The night ends with everyone celebrating as she and Joe sit at the head table, holding a special picture and embracing their future together.

pairing: older sister! oc! Mia Piastri x Younger Brother! Oscar Piastri / bride! Mia Piastri x groom! Joe Burrow

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The morning sun peeked through the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over the chaos inside. Mia Piastri, soon to be Burrow, stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace of her wedding dress for what felt like the hundredth time. Her younger sisters, Mae, Edie, and Hattie bustled around her, fussing over details while trying to hold back their own tears.

“Stop fidgeting!” Mae scolded, smoothing the veil over her older sisters curls. “You look perfect.”

Edie grinned. “Joe’s going to pass out when he sees you.”

Hattie giggled. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure he does.”

Despite their banter, her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on Oscar. She had knew his schedule was insane—F1 races, media obligations, training. Mia had tried to accept that he wouldn’t be able to make it to hers and Joe’s wedding, but it still stung. She was his older sister, the one who taught him how to tie his shoes and cheered him on at every karting race. Not having him here felt like something was missing.

A knock at the door snapped Mia out of her thoughts. Her mom poked her head in with a wide smile.

“Ready for the first look with your father?” Nicole asked.

Mia responded with a small, “Yes Mum.”, grabbing the hem of her dress and following her mother out. The hallway was quiet, the sound of heels clicking against the polished floors. When they had reached the courtyard, Mia was told to close her eyes.

“I’ll call you when it’s time,” her mother said.

Mia smiled and shut her eyes, heart pounding with anticipation. The sound of approaching footsteps made her grin.

“Okay, Dad, I’m ready,” she said, turning around.

But when she opened her eyes, it wasn’t her dad standing there—it was Oscar.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. He was in a sharp suit, his trademark shy smile breaking through as his eyes darted between his older sister and the ground.

“You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you?” he said, voice cracking slightly.

Mia bursted into tears, throwing her arms around her baby brother. “You said you couldn’t make it!”

“I lied,” he admitted, hugging her tightly. “I wanted to surprise you.”

The oldest two Piastri siblings stood there for a moment, wrapped in the kind of sibling bond that didn’t need words. Finally, Mia pulled back and wiped both her tears and Oscar’s, laughing.

“Now you’ve ruined my makeup,” she teased.

He smirked. “You’re welcome.”

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As she prepared to walk down the aisle, Mia noticed something that made her stop in your tracks. Sitting among the guests were all the F1 drivers, past and present. Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, even Logan Sargeant and Frederik Vesti from Oscar’s F2 days.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, trying to keep it together. “Oscar invited the entire paddock?”

Hattie leaned in, whispering, “They said he threatened to put them in the wall if they didn’t come.”

Mia laughed, shaking her head as tears threatened to spill again. The sight of so many people who meant so much to her brother, and by extension to her, was overwhelming.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Mia walked down the aisle alongside her father, heart soaring as Joe’s eyes met hers. The vows were heartfelt, and by the time the two said “I do,” there wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd.

During the reception, Oscar stood to give a speech. He cleared his throat, glancing nervously at the microphone before starting.

“I’ve always looked up to my sister,” he began, voice shaking. “She’s been my biggest supporter, my best friend, and the one person who always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.”

His voice cracked, and he paused, visibly trying to hold back tears. The room was silent, everyone hanging on his every word.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice breaking completely as tears rolled down his cheeks. “And I’m so happy you found someone who loves you as much as you deserve.”

Despite it being short, it was sweet to those who knew Oscar. Mia was already crying as she rushed up to hug him. “I love you,” she whispered.

The father-daughter dance started, Chris leading his baby girl gracefully across the dance floor. But halfway through, Mia looked at her father and he understood, as Chris let go and backed away, Mia had turned to Oscar.

“Come here,” she said, holding out her hand.

His eyes widened. “What? No, this is your moment.”

“Get over here, Ozzie Bear,” Mia insisted.

He reluctantly joined her, taking her hand as the music continued. It wasn’t long before he started crying again, and Mia had to blink back her own tears.

“Stop crying,” she teased, though her own voice was thick with emotion. “You’re making me cry.”

“Sorry,” he sniffed. “I can’t help it.”

Hattie, Edie, and Mae joined you on the dance floor, wrapping their arms around the two of you. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, dancing, and love. F1 drivers, Bengals players, family, and friends all mingled, creating a night to remember.

You and Joe sat at the head table, watching the scene with matching smiles. He reached over, taking your hand in his. You glanced down and smiled, your free hand resting on the small sonogram tucked inside your bouquet.

“Ready for the next chapter?” Joe asked softly.

You looked up at him, eyes shining. “I’ve been ready my whole life.”

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Charles Leclerc

(☁️) fluff - (🌩️) angst

writings

- Vegas Accidents (twin sister!racer! Riley Leclerc) ☁️🌩️

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“Who's the cute boy with the white jacket, And the thick accent?” - PG6

summary: Alexia attends her first Barcelona game with her best friend Madison and locks eyes with Gavi near the players’ entrance. Intrigued by “the cute boy in the white jacket,” she later begins thinking about him not aware he’s doing the same!

pairing: oc! Alexia x Pablo Gavi (ft oc! Madison)

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Alexia adjusted her scarf nervously as she followed Madison through the crowded streets of Barcelona. The night air buzzed with excitement as fans made their way to Camp Nou, waving flags and chanting in unison. It was Alexia’s first time at a football game, and Madison—her best friend and die-hard Barcelona fan—was determined to make it unforgettable.

“You’re gonna love this,” Madison said, practically skipping ahead. “There’s nothing like seeing Barça play live. Trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Alexia replied, her voice tinged with amusement. She didn’t know much about football, but Madison’s enthusiasm was infectious.

Once inside the stadium, the energy was electric. The chants echoed like a heartbeat, and Alexia couldn’t help but get swept up in the moment. After finding their seats, Madison leaned over. “Okay, keep an eye on number six. Gavi. He’s insane.”

“Noted,” Alexia said, though she barely understood what Madison was talking about.

The game was thrilling, even for someone as clueless as Alexia. She cheered when Madison cheered and gasped when the crowd did. By halftime, she was already hooked.

After the game ended with a resounding Barça victory, Madison surprised her. “C’mon, I know a spot where we can see the players leave. You might get an autograph if we’re lucky!”

Alexia followed, more like dragged by, her friend to a barricaded area near the players’ entrance. A small crowd had gathered, hoping for a glimpse of their idols. Alexia didn’t know what to expect, but then she saw him.

A boy in a crisp white jacket emerged from the tunnel, his dark hair slightly tousled, his expression relaxed but focused. His presence was magnetic. He paused to wave at the fans, and that’s when his eyes locked with Alexia’s.

Her breath hitched. He smiled—just a small, genuine curve of his lips—but it felt like the world shifted. Without thinking, she smiled back.

“Who’s the cute boy in the white jacket?” Alexia whispered to Madison, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Madison turned to look, then practically shrieked. “That’s Gavi!”

“Gavi?” Alexia repeated, tasting the name like it was foreign but intriguing.

“Yeah, Pablo Gavi. He’s one of Barça’s best players right now. You literally just made eye contact with the future of football!”

Alexia blinked, still processing the moment. Gavi turned back toward the tunnel, but not before casting one last glance in her direction.

That night, back in her room, Alexia couldn’t shake the image of Gavi’s smile—or the way her heart had fluttered like it had a mind of its own.

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Meanwhile, across the city, Gavi sat quietly in the back of the team bus, headphones around his neck but no music playing. His teammates chatted and laughed around him, but he wasn’t listening. Instead, his thoughts were consumed by the brunette haired girl in the crowd—the one with the shy smile and green eyes who had caught him off guard.

He leaned his head against the window, the city lights blurring as the bus sped through the streets. For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, she lingered in his mind.

Who was she? he wondered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

The image of her smiling back at him felt like a spark—brief but impossible to ignore.

. 　⁺ 　 . ⁺ 　 . 　⁺ 　 . ⁺ 　 . 　⁺ 　 . ⁺ 　 . . 　⁺ 　 .

Should I write a part 2?

Inspired by:

Read part two here

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𝗌𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖯𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖼 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂 ࿔*:･ﾟ

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𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⋆˙⟡

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖫𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖱𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗅 ₊˚ෆ

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 ����𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 ་༘࿐

𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖯𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⋆˙⟡

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𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝗄𝗄𝗂’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⋆˚࿔

𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 ｡𖦹°‧

𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⋆˙⟡

𝗌𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✧₊⁺

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𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 masterlist ｡𖦹°‧

𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 ⋆⑅˚₊

𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 ๋࣭ ⭑

𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖾 𐙚⋆°.

𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 ⋆˙⟡♡

𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾 ₊˚⊹ᰔ

𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆

𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗋 ༊·˚

𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 ⋆˚✿˖°

𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗓𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌 ⋆☀︎.

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nhl boys if you texted them, “would love me if I was a worm” texts ( CC22 - JD9 - JH86 - MR73 - MM16 - QH43 - NH13 - LH43 - TZ11 )

Cole Caufield:

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I’ll Be There (Luke Hughes x Reader)

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The city was colder than usual, the kind that gnawed at your skin and made your bones ache. Luke Hughes had just stepped off the ice, his hair damp from sweat, the weight of yet another loss pressing heavily on his shoulders. He hated nights like these—the ones where the rink felt too big, too bright, and too loud. He hated the way the world seemed to shrink as soon as the game was over, leaving only his thoughts to echo in the silence.

You noticed the slump in his posture before he even walked through the door. Luke had always worn his emotions plainly, his shoulders stooped and his head low when things weren’t going his way. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it wasn’t his fault, that hockey was a team sport—Luke always carried the blame like it was his cross to bear.

“Hey,” you said softly, the single word enough to make him pause in the doorway.

His gaze lifted to meet yours, his eyes clouded with frustration and doubt. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, frozen, as if he was debating whether to let you in or keep you out.

You stepped closer, closing the space between you with quiet determination. “Rough night?”

Luke let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You could say that.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Not really.”

You nodded, understanding. Luke had never been one to pour his heart out, especially when he was upset. He preferred to sit with his feelings, to let them stew until they either consumed him or burned out on their own. But you weren’t about to let that happen—not tonight.

“Come here,” you said, your voice soft but firm.

He didn’t argue, didn’t resist when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close. His body was tense at first, rigid with unspent anger and frustration. But as you held him, as you whispered reassurances against his shoulder, you felt him begin to relax.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Luke let out a shaky breath, his arms tightening around you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I just… I feel like I’m letting everyone down,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not,” you said firmly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You’re human, Luke. You’re allowed to have bad days, to make mistakes. That doesn’t make you any less amazing.”

He gave you a weak smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was still better than nothing. “Thanks.”

“Always,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Luke’s expression softened, the storm in his eyes giving way to something warmer, something lighter. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Someone has to be,” you teased, earning a quiet laugh from him.

As the night stretched on, the two of you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading into insignificance.

And in that moment, with your heartbeat steady against his, Luke realized that no matter how many times life knocked him down, you would always be there to pick him back up.

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* Based off Ariana Grandes, Get Well Soon

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All F1 drivers

• When The Lights Fade (Leclerc!Sister)

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Riley Leclerc x TwinBrother!Charles Leclerc / YoungerBrother!Arthur Leclerc / F1 Drivers (angst/fluff ending)

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“We Got This”

The Las Vegas Grand Prix was supposed to be another race to chalk up experience, another step forward for Riley Leclerc in her Williams car (standing in for Alex Albon). But under the flashing lights of the Strip, chaos erupted in a split second.

Esteban Ocon had mistimed a move into Turn 3, clipping Riley’s rear wheel. The impact sent her spinning, helplessly colliding with Lando Norris, whose car smashed into hers like a missile. The radio went silent. Riley’s car was a crumpled mess in the middle of the track.

“Riley, are you okay? Riley, can you hear me?” her race engineer’s voice cracked through the radio. No response.

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When the helicopter lifted off, carrying Riley to the University Medical Center in Vegas, Arthur Leclerc sat on the tarmac, knees drawn to his chest, hands trembling. His older sister was somewhere up there, fighting, and he couldn’t do anything to help. His heart ached with an unrelenting weight.

“Come on, Ri,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “You’re stronger than this. We got this, okay? Breathe. Just breathe.” He stared at the sky, as if his words could reach her through sheer force of will.

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The paddock had erupted into chaos. Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Logan Sargeant, and Lewis Hamilton stormed into the Alpine garage where Esteban sat, guilt etched across his face.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Charles roared, shoving past George to get face-to-face with Esteban. “You could’ve killed her!”

“Charles,” Lewis placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down, though his own eyes burned with anger. “This isn’t how we handle it.”

“No, he needs to hear this!” Charles snapped, voice trembling. “That’s my sister out there! My twin!”

Logan’s voice cut through the shouting. “And Lando’s hurt too! You made a reckless move that put two people in the hospital!”

Esteban sat silently, shame consuming him, as Max shook his head and muttered, “Unbelievable.”

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At the hospital, Lando sat in a wheelchair, his arm in a sling, his leg wrapped in a brace. Despite his injuries, his focus was entirely on Riley.

“She’s going to be okay,” Lando said, more to himself than anyone else. “She has to be.”

Arthur paced the waiting room, muttering under his breath. “You’re not allowed to leave me, Ri. You hear me? You don’t get to do this.” He pressed his hands against his forehead, as if he could push away the fear clawing at his chest.

The entire F1 grid had gathered, their camaraderie evident even in the face of tragedy. Max leaned against a wall, arms crossed, his face filled with worry as he grew up with Riley and Charles, while Checo placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Charles sat with Alexandra, her hand gripping his as tightly as she could and trying not to cry for her “sister”. George and Lewis were deep in conversation with the doctors, while Logan and Alex Albon passed water bottles around. Even Fernando Alonso, usually distant, looked visibly shaken.

When the doctor finally emerged, the room fell silent. Everyone standing.

“She’s stable,” the doctor announced. “The surgery went well. She’ll be okay, but it’ll be a long recovery.”

The collective sigh of relief was palpable.

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When Riley finally opened her eyes, the harsh white light of the hospital room stung, but the sight of Arthur sitting beside her made her heart ache in a different way. His head was resting on the edge of her bed, his hand gripping hers tightly.

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” Riley croaked, her voice weak but teasing.

Arthur’s head shot up, his red-rimmed eyes widening. “You’re awake.”

“No kidding.”

Tears spilled over as Arthur let out a shaky laugh. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try petit frère,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

As the rest of the drivers filtered in, the room became a patchwork of laughter and relief. Lando, hobbling in with the help of Oscar, grinned through his pain. “Next time, Riley, maybe let me know before you try to kill me on track.”

Riley chuckled weakly. “Noted.”

Lewis leaned over, brushing her hair away from her face. “You gave us all a heart attack, kid.”

“Just keeping things interesting,” she replied, earning a collective groan from the room.

Charles sat on her other side, his hand never leaving hers. “You’re never driving again,” he muttered, though his voice was thick with emotion.

“Not happening,” she retorted.

Arthur laughed. “She’s back.”

And in that moment, surrounded by her twin, her team, and the entire F1 family, Riley felt the weight of their love. It didn’t matter how broken she was; together, they would piece her back together again.

Translate : petit frère - little brother

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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…