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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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Meet Allison Trouba— Captain’s Sister (SMAU)

― ˚˖ 𓍢ִ໋ : Allison Grace Trouba 🍰💕

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The Basics 🍰

Name Allison Grace Trouba

Age 21

Birthday April 18, 2003

Birth Place New York, New York

Face Claim Loren Gray

Love Interest Matt Rempe

Family Krista & John (Parents) Chris & Jacob (Brothers) Kelly (Sister In Law) Axel (Nephew) Salem (Black Cat)

Pronouns/Gender She/Her - Female

Occupation Photographer

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ Fun Facts

Used to Firgure Skate & Cheerleader

Speaks English, Spanish, Italian and French

Graduated from NYU

Allison is a huge sports girly.

Supporter of: New York Rangers, New York Giants, New York Yankees, Brooklyn Nets, NASCAR, and New York City FC

Close with Luna Hughes, James Sands, Alex Rando, Birk Risa, Maximo Carrizo, Drew Baiera, Hannes Wolf, Lucky Blue Smith, Nara Smith, Jace Norman, and Lorenzo Zurzolo

Does photography on the side

Is the godmother to Axel (her nephew)

Got Salem, her black cat, after graduating from NYU

Currently has her own apartment in New York and also shares one with Matt

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Captain’s Sister (SMAU)

Allison Grace Trouba x Matt Rempe

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Meet Allison Trouba - Former Figure Skater / Photographer

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Starting in January of 2025

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ִֶָ࿐ Instagram posts

🍰

🧸

⋆˙⟡ Asks

.𖥔 ݁ Pinterest boards

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Extras

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Takes place in the same universe as Luna Hughes

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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.

[dearstvckyx]

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.

[dearstvckyx]

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.

[dearstvckyx]

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.