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FALSE GOD, a beau maxwell story (wp)

beau maxwell x fem oc

SUMMARY — At Briar University, everything runs on tradition, reputation, and the people willing to carry both. Beau Maxwell has spent years becoming the person everyone expects him to be. Elana Reyes has spent her time questioning the stories people choose to believe.

When their worlds unexpectedly collide, they discover that the truth is rarely as simple as it seems—and that some legacies are held toegther by more than pride alone. In a campus built on ambition, loyalty, and appearances, the line between symbol and person begins to blue, forcing them to decide what they're willing to protect when everything starts to fall apart. TAGS — opposites attract, push-and-pull romance, enemies (kind of) turned friends to lovers, golden boy!beau, fratboy!beau, lots of banter (and it's just beau flirting with oc if you squint)

WARNINGS — mdni 18+, lots of smut, alcohol consumption, sexual themes (to be specified before each scene), explicit content, frat culture, college parties, smoking, hazing themes (beau's not the one doing it ofc), overlapping timelines with canon events.

WORD COUNT — TBD.

CHAPTERS all chapters will be uploaded in wattpad (for now).

FOREWORD — 6.27.26

AESTHETHICS — 6.27.26

PROLOGUE (1,410) — 6.27.26

CHAPTER O1 (4,993) — 7.03.26

CHAPTER 02 (4,155) — 7.08.26

CHAPTER 03 (2,554) — 7.14.26

CHAPTER 04 (TBD) — wip

minors, please do not interact with this blog or any other 18+ content. lastly, do not copy, repost, translate or publish my work anywhere.

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lunsilun

hello!! i saw u were taking requests for beau and thought of this :)

could you do a beau maxwell x reader where reader is friends with allie and hannah. she’s a bit more shy than both of them and doesn’t like to drink a whole lot or really go to parties so she kinda just chills at home most of the time. allie finally convinces her to go out with them and her and beau gut it off but reader thinks he just likes her as a friend but he’s actually so down bad and it lowkey turns into pining/yearning from beau. (reader likes him just assumed he didn’t like her like that)

thanks <3

Beau Maxwell x Fem!Reader

❗️: No warnings besides kissing..

🖌️: hope you guys like this.

book-lish

Had to write some baby daddy Beau…

You sat on the couch, sprawled out, trying to rest. Of course your eyes seemed to be totally fixed on Beau. Beau and your two week old daughter. You smile, watching him sway gently with your daughter tucked against his chest.

“College Beau was hot,” you admit. “Boyfriend Beau was even better.” You say thinking fondly on your dating days as you get off the couch, crossing over to him.

He arches a brow. “And husband Beau?” You step closer, sliding your hands over his waist carefully not to disturb your sleeping baby.

“Pretty great.” You grin.

“Pretty great?” he repeats, offended. You grin up at him before glancing at the baby.

“But Daddy Beau?” You bite your lip, letting your eyes drag slowly over him. “Daddy Beau is definitely my favorite.”

His mouth curves into a smug smile and he laughs a little.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “It’s honestly a little rude how sexy you look holding our baby.”

Beau glances down at your daughter, then back at you.

“You hear that, Bug? Mommy thinks Daddy’s hot.” He whispers.

“She does not need to hear that.” You tease.

“She deserves to know her dad’s still got it. Besides it’s kinda how she got here.” He says winking at you.

“You’re unbearable.” You laugh.

“And still you married me,” he reminds you, stealing a proper kiss. You grin at him.

“Of course, I had to make sure my babies came out cute.” You tease. Beau laughs.

“I knew you just married me for my good looks and athletic genes.” He retorts. You giggle.

“Oh shut it.” You say, kissing his lips softly. He smiles against your lips, his hair messy, eyes sleepy. Yet he’s never looked more handsome to you.

junezsq

rules

beau maxwell x fem!puckbunny!reader

summary: known among the hockey team for never giving anyone a third chance, you unexpectedly find yourself drawn to the football player

strangers to lovers

warnings: alchohol consumption, mentions of casual hookups, and banter!!!!!

word count: 5.2k

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it :) i decided to make the ‘jealous’ player none of the main guys since i feel like they’d mostly be supportive of them! carter’s a completely made up character lmfao

beau maxwell masterlist off campus masterlist

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the music playing throughout the house wasn’t particularly good, but it was loud. every other house on the street seemed relatively calm, but hawks house glowed beneath the porch lights, people spilling out onto the lawn with red solo cups in hand while someone attempted to shotgun a beer to the sound of cheering.

you parked a few houses down and climbed out of your car, smoothing the wrinkles from your jeans out of habit. it was late enough that the october air carried a bite, and you immediately wished you’d brought a jacket.

you shoved your phone into your back pocket and made your way up the crowded sidewalk. someone held the front door open for you before disappearing inside.

the second you stepped inside, conversations continued around you like nothing had changed.

you weren’t the kind of girl people stopped to stare at; they’d gotten used to seeing you around. you floated through enough parties, enough bars, enough campus events that your face had become familiar, even if most people couldn’t tell you what you studied or where you lived.

they just… knew you. especially the hockey team. that tended to happen when you’d slept with a handful of them over the years.

not many, just enough, and never enough to cause drama. you’d learned it your freshman year after a guy had mistaken one good night together for the beginning of a relationship.

since then, you’d lived by one incredibly simple rule.

never sleep with the same guy more than twice. once could be a mistake. twice meant you knew what you were getting. three times opened doors you had absolutely no interest in walking through.

your rule kept everything uncomplicated because everyone knew where they stood. most of the hockey guys had tried arguing with it at least once, but none of them had ever won.

“well, look who decided to show.” the familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. you turned just in time to see one of the hockey guys leaning against the wall beside the staircase, a half-empty beer dangling lazily from his fingers. he grinned the second your eyes met, “there she is.”

you couldn’t help smiling back, “hi, carter.”

he pushed himself away from the wall, weaving through the crowd until he stopped in front of you, “thought maybe you’d abandoned us.”

“abandoned hockey parties?” you scoffed, “what would i do on a friday night instead?”

he laughed and without thinking, he leaned in for a quick hug. there wasn’t a trace of awkwardness between the two of you, despite the fact that you’d spent exactly two nights tangled up in his sheets last semester.

that was another benefit of your rule. nobody got weird afterward, no lingering tension, and no drunken texts at two in the morning asking what you were doing. he pulled away, still smiling, “you look good.”

“thank you.”

the smile was still playing on his lips. god, he was charming. not charming enough to tempt you into breaking your own rule, but charming nonetheless.

he took a sip of his beer before looking at you again, “so…”

you recognized that tone immediately causing your eyes to narrow, “don’t.”

“don’t what?” he blinked innocently.

“whatever sentence you’re about to finish.”

his grin widened, “i was just gonna ask—”

“carter.”

“—if maybe enough time has passed.”

you sighed dramatically, “seriously?”

“you didn’t even let me finish.”

“because i know exactly what you’re asking and the answer’s still no.”

he clutched a hand dramatically over his heart, “you wound me.”

you laughed, shaking your head, “you knew the rules.”

he stared at you for a second before letting out a defeated sigh, “worth a shot.”his expression softened into something more genuine, “still good to see you.”

“you too,” and you meant it. that’s what people never understood. just because you didn’t sleep with someone again didn’t mean you disliked them. if anything, you liked most of them quite a bit. they just weren’t your boyfriends. and if everyone understood that from the beginning, nobody got hurt.

“carter!” someone across the living room waved him over. he glanced toward the voice before looking back at you, “duty calls, you sticking around?”

“probably.”

he pointed at you, “i’ll try again later.”

you laughed, “you’ll fail again later.”

he barked out another laugh before raising his cup in a mock salute, “see you around.” you watched him disappear into the crowd before continuing deeper into the house.

the music grew louder with every step. someone nearly backed into you while dancing in the middle of the hallway and another guy sprinted past carrying three pizza boxes balanced precariously in his arms.

the living room was packed shoulder to shoulder, beer pong occupying one corner while dean dilaurentis stood on the coffee table shouting commentary that nobody had asked for but everyone seemed to enjoy anyway.

the kitchen was calling your name. preferably with something colder than the lukewarm beer currently sloshing around in nearly every cup you’d seen.

you slipped through the doorway, grateful to find it marginally quieter than the rest of the house. people crowded around the kitchen island, laughing over a card game, while someone argued passionately that pineapple belonged on pizza.

you ignored them as you opened the refrigerator, scanning the shelves until your eyes landed on a can of coke tucked behind a carton of orange juice.

perfect.

you quickly grabbed it, opening it with a single hand as you closed the door with the other, and just as you turned around someone rounded the corner a little too quickly.

they collided gently with your shoulder. the can tilted in your hand and cold soda splashed over your fingers.

“oh, shit.” the voice was warm; immediately apologetic, “i’m so sorry.”

you looked up and met a pair of brown eyes. for a second, neither of you moved. the soda fizzed quietly as another drop slid over your knuckles and onto the kitchen floor.

“i’m sorry,” he repeated, his brows pulling together as his eyes darted from your hand to the can, then back to your face. “i wasn’t looking where i was going.”he sounded genuinely guilty.

before you could even respond, he’d already reached behind him, grabbed a roll of paper towels from beside the sink, and torn off several sheets, “here.”

you accepted them with a small laugh, “thank you.”

he rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, “i owe you another drink.”

you looked down at the can still in your hand, “it’s mostly still full.”

“yeah, but—”

“i promise,” you held it up with a grin, “i’ll survive.” for the first time since you’d looked up, you actually took him in.

he was tall and broad enough to fill most of the doorway he’d come barreling through, though there wasn’t anything intimidating about him.

his brown hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his fingers through it all evening. there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows that hadn’t disappeared since he’d apologized. his eyes were the kind that smiled before the rest of his face did, “i’m beau,” he said after a beat.

you smiled, “i know, i’ve seen you around.”

which wasn’t exactly a lie, you’d seen him plenty of times: at football games, hockey games, around campus, and at parties like this one.

“i know who you are, too,” he admitted.

“you do?” you tilted your head, “should i be worried?”

his laugh escaped before he could stop it, “no.” he smiled sheepishly, “i’ve just seen you around as well.”

“that’s all?”

“mostly.”

you folded one of the paper towels, drying the last bit of soda from your hand, “mostly?”

his ears actually turned a little pink, “you’re kind of hard to miss.”

that wasn’t the answer you’d expected. most guys would’ve said you were hot, or gorgeous, or something equally rehearsed. hard to miss somehow felt more honest, “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

“it was meant as one,” there wasn’t a trace of arrogance in his voice.

you leaned back against the counter, “so, what was so important that you almost tackled me over a can of coke?”

he glanced toward the hallway he’d come from before looking back at you, “pizza.”

“pizza?”

“they wanted three boxes.”

a small smirk grew on your lips, “that’s serious business.”

for a moment, the conversation settled into something comfortable. around you, people continued moving through the kitchen. someone laughed loud enough to make everyone nearby glance over. a cabinet slammed. music drifted faintly through the hallway, but somehow standing there talking to beau felt oddly separate from the rest of the party.

he rested one hand on the counter beside him, “what’s your major?”

you blinked, “that’s your question?”

“yeah.”

“not ‘what are you drinking?’”

he glanced at the can, “coke, i can see that one.”

you bit back a smile, “or ‘having fun?’”

he shrugged, “i figured if you weren’t, you’d probably leave, plus i actually wanted to know.”

you found your smile growing before you realized it.

most conversations at parties never made it past names. sometimes majors, if someone was feeling particularly ambitious. but, the way he asked made it feel like he genuinely cared about the answer.

so you told him and he listened; actually listened.

when you mentioned a professor you hated, he laughed because he’d taken the same class.

when he talked about one of his friends accidentally setting off the fire alarm in his frat house freshman year, you laughed so hard you nearly spilled your drink again.

“beau!” a voice called from somewhere behind him.

he glanced toward the hallway, but ignored the voice as he looked back at you, “anyway.”

you laughed, “you’re just ignoring them?”

he shrugged lightly just as another voice called out for him. louder this time, “maxwell!”

he closed his eyes briefly, but didn’t move. instead, he asked another question. where you grew up. what music you listened to. whether you actually enjoyed parties or just tolerated them.

it felt surprisingly easy. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d stood in a kitchen talking to someone for nearly fifteen minutes without either of you checking your phone or looking around for someone more interesting.

“beau!” this time whoever was calling sounded significantly less patient.

“okay,” you laughed as he still had his gaze focused on you, “go, they’re going to come drag you out of the kitchen if you don’t.”

he considered that, “yeah, they probably will.”

“so, go.”

he hesitated. just enough that you noticed before pushing himself away from the counter, “alright.” he took two backwards steps toward the doorway before stopping. there was the tiniest pause, almost like he was debating whether to ask, “hey?”

“yeah?”

his smile returned. it was smaller this time, looking a little uncertain, “see you later?”

you couldn’t help but smile, “yeah.”

his answering grin came easily, “cool.”

then he disappeared into the hallway, finally answering whoever had been calling his name for the last five minutes. you watched him go for a second longer than necessary, not entirely sure why that conversation had felt so different.

maybe because he’d never once looked you up and down. never once let his eyes linger anywhere they shouldn’t. never tried to touch your arm. never slipped in a cheesy pickup line. he’d just talked to you.

you looked down at the can still in your hand which was nearly empty now. shaking your head with a quiet laugh, you tossed the empty can into the recycling bin.

for the next hour, you hardly saw him. not because you were looking. you absolutely weren’t. except… you kind of were.

it wasn’t intentional. every now and then your eyes wandered across the living room while someone was telling you a story, and somehow they always seemed to land on him.

once, he was laughing at something dean dilaurentis had said, his head tipped back just enough for that crooked smile to appear.

another time, he was balancing three pizza boxes against his hip while one of the freshmen tried to explain why ordering anchovies had been “a strategic decision.”

later, you caught him helping someone gather up a tower of empty cups that had toppled off the coffee table.

none of it was particularly remarkable. if anything, it was remarkably ordinary. he wasn’t the loudest guy in the room, didn’t command attention without trying, and didn’t seem interested in becoming the center of it.

he simply floated through the party, talking to whoever happened to be nearby, smiling more than he spoke.

there was something oddly refreshing about that; hockey players usually occupied a room like they owned it.

“you listening?”

you blinked, “huh?”

your friend laughed, “i asked if you wanted another drink.”

“oh.”you looked down at your empty cup, “sure.”

“you looked lost.”

“it’s nothing, i’m just tired.”

she rolled her eyes before disappearing toward the kitchen. you stayed where you were, leaning against the wall near the dining room.

you slipped your phone from your pocket. 10:17. early enough that leaving would be considered rude, but late enough that nobody would notice if you disappeared for ten minutes.

fresh air suddenly sounded perfect, so, you quietly made your way toward the back door.

the cool night air wrapped around you the second you stepped onto the deck. you let out a slow breath and immediately felt better.

the music became muffled behind the closed door, replaced by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional burst of laughter drifting through an open upstairs window.

the backyard sat mostly empty. a few people lingered near the fire pit and a couple occupied the hammock strung between two trees.

you rested your elbows against the wooden railing, closed your eyes, and breathed.

“escaping?”

your eyes opened to find beau standing a few feet away near the porch steps, one shoulder resting against the railing. he held a half-finished joint between two fingers, the ember glowed softly in the darkness before fading again. you smiled softly, “something like that.”

he lifted the joint slightly, “sorry.”

“for what?”

“i wasn’t trying to interrupt,” he studied you for a second. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you gave him a small nod in confirmation, “just needed some air.”

his mouth curved into a smile. he pushed himself off the railing and gestured with the joint, “want some?”

you hesitated for about half a second, “sure.”

he stepped closer. it wasn’t too close; just enough to hand it over. your fingers brushed his for the briefest moment. they were bigger than you’d expected. you took a slow drag before passing it back, “thanks.”

“anytime.”

the porch swing sat empty a few feet away. he nodded toward it, “wanna sit down for a second?”

you glanced at the swing for a moment before looking back at him, giving him a small smile as you shrugged, “lead the way.”

the chains creaked softly beneath your combined weight and for a while, neither of you spoke. you simply watched people wander across the backyard beneath strings of warm lights, the gentle sway of the swing making the evening feel strangely calm compared to the chaos inside.

“…so,” beau said eventually, “i’ve been wondering something.”

you looked over, but didn’t say anything. you just quietly raised your brows while waiting for him to continue.

“in the kitchen, when you said you knew who i was.”

“yeah?”

“how?”

you laughed softly, “is that really what’s been bothering you?”

“a little,” he smiled as he slowly brought the joint back to his lips.

“i’ve seen you at games.”

he looked surprised, “you’ve been to games?”

“a few.”

“i didn’t know that.”

you shrugged, “i guess you’re just not paying enough attention.” at the surprised look on his face you nudged his shoulder lightly, “don’t worry.”

“i’m making up for it now,” he smiled.

your heart did something unexpectedly annoying. he hadn’t flirted once. not really. everything he said came across so naturally that you couldn’t tell whether he was intentionally charming or if it was just part of his personality. you decided it was probably the second one.

“can i ask you something?” he said quietly.

“go ahead.”

“is it true?”

you raised an eyebrow, “is what true?”

he scratched the back of his neck as he laughed softly at himself, “this feels ridiculous.”

“spill it, now i’m curious.”

“that you never hook up with the same guy more than twice.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s what people are saying?”

“it’s become kind of legendary.”

“legendary?” your brows raised at the word.

“among hockey players,” he shrugged, “dean told me”

you buried your face in one hand, “oh my god.”

he laughed, “sorry.”

“no, that’s…” you shook your head, “that’s honestly kind of funny.”

“why do you do it?” he asked. there wasn’t any judgment in his voice, just curiosity: he offered you the joint again. you took it at as you leaned back against the swing, “because it’s simple.”

“simple?”

“nobody gets confused, nobody expects more, nobody ends up wondering why i stopped texting.”

he nodded thoughtfully, “that makes sense.”

“most people argue with it,” you spoke after slowly blowing out a small cloud of smoke.

he took back the joint you held out for him, “seems like a waste of time, it’s your rule.”

you blinked, “huh.”

“what?”

“that’s probably the first time anyone’s said that.”

“really?”

you nodded with a small smile playing on your lips, “usually i get some speech about how they’ll be the exception.”

his smile turned amused, “does it ever work?”

“no.”

“then they’re waisting their time.”

you laughed once more. god. he was so easy to talk to. dangerously easy. the comfortable silence returned as you watched him take another slow drag before exhaling toward the night sky.

eventually he looked over at you, holding your gaze for a beat longer than before. you found yourself unable to look away. there wasn’t anything intense about it. he wasn’t staring or trying to intimidate you.

he simply looked. like he was taking you in, or memorizing something. the corner of his mouth lifted, and a small smile formed, “come upstairs?”

the question hung gently between you.

your eyes searched his face. he looked almost nervous now that he’d actually asked, which surprised you more than anything. you smiled, “okay.”

for the first time all night, his grin spread fully across his face, “okay.”

he stood, offering you a hand without thinking. you looked at it, then back at him, “such a gentleman.”

his smirk was evident as he spoke, “my mom raised me that way.”

“guess i should thank her someday,” looked up at him as you slipped your hand into his. he laughed quietly while helping you to your feet.

the moment beau slid the patio door open, the noise crashed into you.

outside, everything had felt slower. the music had still been there, but softened by the walls of the house. laughter had drifted through the cool night air instead of bouncing around your head. conversations had stayed where they belonged instead of competing with ten others happening at the exact same time.

inside it was chaos again. a burst of laughter erupted somewhere near the kitchen, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of something shattering, “that sounded expensive,” you muttered.

beau looked over his shoulder, “probably a plate.”

he held the sliding door open until you stepped through, letting the door slide shut behind him before falling into step beside you.

the hallway bottlenecked almost immediately. a group of freshmen had decided now was the perfect time to argue over whether tequila or vodka was objectively worse, occupying nearly the entire space.

beau slowed automatically, “after you.”

you slipped through the crowd first and glanced behind you once you’d made it through. he was quickly following you after apologizing to someone he’d bumped into. once you made it to the living room, it somehow looked even more crowded than it had twenty minutes earlier.

someone had moved the beer pong table, but badly. half the room now had to awkwardly shuffle around it.

a sophomore stumbled backward carrying an alarming number of beers. beau reached out instinctively, steadying one of the cups before it tipped, “got it.”

“thanks, man.”

“no problem,” he placed a quick clap on the guy‘s shoulder before he disappeared into the crowd.

you looked at beau, “do you just help everyone?”

he blinked, “what?”

“you keep catching things, holding doors, apologizing, making sure people don’t spill drinks,” you kept your eyes on him, “you don’t even realize you do it, do you?.”

he looked genuinely thoughtful, “i guess not.”

your smile lingered longer than you meant it to. you’d spent enough time around hockey players to know confidence usually came attached to a healthy dose of ego. beau somehow had one without the other.

he knew who he was, he just didn’t seem interested in proving it to anyone.

someone shouted from across the room, “maxwell!”

beau instinctively turned his head. one of his teammates stood near the couch holding up an empty case of beer, “you know where the extras are?”

“garage!”

“thanks!”

beau waved once before looking back at you, seeing you looking back at him with a smile, “you’re unbelievable.”

he laughed again and you caught yourself simply watching him. it wasn’t loud. it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made everyone nearby look over. it stayed mostly to himself. head dipping slightly, shoulders shaking once, and eyes crinkling at the corners.

cute.

the word slipped into your mind so naturally that it caught you off guard. cute? when had you started thinking beau maxwell was cute?

you’d met him… what? an hour ago? less? you shouldn’t be noticing things like the way his smile reached his eyes. or the tiny dimple that appeared in one cheek when he laughed hard enough. or how every conversation somehow felt like the two of you were the only people in the room, despite the fact that over a hundred people were packed into the house.

“ready?” he asked. you blinked, and he nodded toward the staircase, “unless you’ve changed your mind.”

there it was again. no assumption, and no expectation. he’d left the decision entirely with you. if you wanted to say no he’d accept it.

it made you want to say yes even more. so, you smiled, “yeah.”

he returned the smile, then turned toward the staircase. neither of you noticed that, from the couch across the room, six pairs of hockey-player eyes had just landed on the two of you at exactly the same moment

carter only looked up because someone threw a beer at his head. he caught it without thinking. years of hockey had turned reflexes like that into muscle memory long before he’d ever stepped onto briar’s campus. the cold aluminum smacked neatly into his palm, foam fizzing from beneath the tab and dampening his fingers.

“nice catch,” tucker called from somewhere behind him.

carter barely heard him. he’d already taken a sip when something across the room caught the corner of his eye, “…no.” the word slipped out quietly; more to himself than anyone else.

logan, slouched beside him on the couch with one foot resting on the coffee table, looked up from the hockey highlights he’d been half-watching on someone’s phone, “what?”

carter didn’t answer. he couldn’t because he was still staring. for a second, he honestly wondered if he’d imagined it. because there was absolutely no way.

“carter?”

he lifted his chin toward the staircase, “look.”

logan followed his gaze. at first, all he saw was the usual chaos. someone was trying to carry four pizzas through the living room. two freshmen were arguing over beer pong rules like the outcome determined world peace. dean stood in the middle of the room wearing— “is that a cowboy hat?”

carter blinked, “not dean.”

“oh,” logan looked again. then he saw you with beau. the two of you were standing near the bottom of the staircase, close enough that neither of you seemed particularly interested in whatever was happening around you.

beau said something. logan couldn’t hear it over the music, but whatever it was made you smile. you bumped his shoulder lightly with yours as your smile turned into a laugh.

“holy shit.”

carter finally nodded, “right?”

logan stared another few seconds, “are they flirting?”

“looks like it,” carter let out a slow breath.

another teammate noticed both of them staring, “what?”

“look,” logan pointed toward the stairs.

the defenseman followed his finger, “wait.” another guy leaned over the back of the couch, “what’re we looking at?”

“maxwell.”

“who’s he with?” someone answered with your name before anyone else had a chance. the freshman sitting on the armrest frowned, “who?”

every upperclassman turned to look at him, “you’re kidding.”

the freshman blinked, “what?”

tucker laughed as he shook his head, “he’s serious.”

“am i missing something?” the kid looked between all of them.

“a little,” carter took another sip of his beer before answering and looked back toward the staircase, “see the girl? she’s been around the hockey crowd for a couple years … everybody knows her.”

“…why?”

carter thought about it. how did you explain someone like you? you weren’t loud, you didn’t chase attention, half the time you slipped into parties without anyone noticing, you talked to everybody, and you somehow made everyone feel like they were part of the conversation. then at the end of the night you went home alone, or with someone.

but regardless of what happened, there was never drama, never tears, never someone waking up the next morning convinced you’d led them on. people liked you. even the guys you’d turned down afterward still smiled when they saw you at parties. hell, carter was one of them.

“she’s…” he started before stopping, “easy.”

logan looked at him with raised brows, “easy?”

“not like that, asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “easy to be around. she doesn’t make things weird.”

tucker nodded, “she hooked up with garrett sophomore year … twice.”

“then?”

“she was the one who told him there wouldn’t be a third, and he took it fine.” tucker spoke, and even after having told the story countless of times, he still sounded amazed, “because she wasn’t mean about it.”

another player laughed, “same thing happened with carter.”

“i’m right here,” carter raised his beer.

logan smirked, “didn’t stop it from happening.”

“…why wouldn’t she go back?”

carter shrugged, “she’s got a rule.”

“what rule?”

logan answered this time, “never the same guy more than twice.”

“seriously?”

“dead serious,” he took a sip of his beer.

tucker snorted, “there are dudes who’ve spent months trying to convince her they’re the exception.”

“did it work?”

everybody laughed and multiple people shook their heads amongst a chorus of no’s

carter took another drink before looking back toward the staircase, “which is why i don’t understand this.”

everyone’s eyes followed his. you and beau hadn’t moved much; you weren’t kissing, nor were you hanging all over each other.

there was still a comfortable amount of space between you. beau wasn’t touching your waist. wasn’t trying to impress you by throwing an arm over your shoulders. he simply stood there talking and listening. then smiling every time you smiled.

“look at him,” tucker said quietly.

“that’s…” logan searched for the word, “kind of adorable.”

“don’t say adorable,” carter groaned.

nobody noticed dean at first. which, considering he had somehow acquired a cowboy hat and a bag of barbecue chips in the last twenty minutes, was almost impressive. “dude,” he pointed a chip at one of the freshmen, “you still owe me five bucks.”

the freshman looked utterly bewildered. dean grinned, popped the chip into his mouth, and kept walking.

halfway across the room, he frowned; the couch was suspiciously quiet. six hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder, all staring in exactly the same direction. nobody was talking, nobody was chirping each other, tucker wasn’t making terrible jokes, carter wasn’t flirting with the brunette sitting across the room, and even logan looked invested in whatever had everyone’s attention.

dean slowed to a stop behind the couch, “why do you all look like someone just cancelled christmas?”

no answer. logan lifted one finger without taking his eyes off the staircase, “look.”

dean sighed dramatically, “if this is another spider, i swear to—”

dean turned and at first he only saw beau near the staircase, then he saw who was standing beside him.

he watched beau duck his head with that familiar, slightly smile he’d had since freshman year whenever someone laughed at one of his jokes. beau gestured toward the stairs and you nodded.

he stepped aside, letting you go first. his hand rested lightly on the banister while you walked past him, like he was more concerned about making sure you had room than getting upstairs himself.

neither of you seemed remotely aware that half the hockey team had stopped watching beer pong to watch you instead.

dean stared for another second, the corner of his mouth twitching, “son of a bitch.” everyone looked at him as the grin spread slowly across his face, “he actually did it.”

carter frowned, “you knew?”

“knew?” dean barked out a laugh. he looked back toward the staircase just in time to watch the two of you disappear onto the second floor, “i’ve been waiting for this to happen for months.”

the room went completely silent and dean looked around at the group, genuinely surprised, “none of you noticed?”

six blank faces stared back at him causing him to laugh, “you idiots, beau has had the biggest crush on her since, like…” he paused, thinking, “last spring? maybe even before that.”

carter stared at him, “you’re kidding.”

“i wish,” dean dropped into the empty armchair beside the couch, tossing the bag of chips onto his lap, “every party beau suddenly becomes really interested in who’s here.”

“‘hey, dean…’” the blonde lowered his voice into an almost perfect impression. “‘is she coming tonight?’ ‘have you talked to her before?’ ‘what’s she studying again?’ ‘does she always park across the street?’”

carter actually laughed out loud, “he asked you all that?”

“about a hundred times” dean shook his head fondly, “i honestly figured they’d both graduate before he worked up the nerve.”

carter looked back toward the staircase, “so, tonight was the first time they actually talked? why?”

dean looked genuinely confused by the question, “because she’s…” he gestured vaguely toward the second floor, “her.”

everyone knew what he meant. you were beautiful, confident, easy to talk to, and the kind of person who could walk into a room full of strangers and somehow leave with everyone smiling. you’d become almost legendary among athletes.

carter let out a low whistle, “well,” he looked toward the staircase one last time, “he did it.”

dean’s grin softened, “yeah,” he reached into the bag for another handful of chips, “about damn time.”

tucker nudged him with his foot, “that’s it?”

“what?”

“you’re not worried?”

dean frowned, “about what?”

“about her.”

he looked around the room as though the answer should’ve been obvious, “she’s cool.” then he nodded toward the second floor, “and beau’s one of the best guys i know.”

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chillinini

would u write smth with flirty banter with beau please! maybe something abt his contact name just being beau no petnames no emojis or something compared to the girls and its cute fluff love u!

stud - beau maxwell x reader

authors note: okay so!! this is a little (🤏🏻) baby. but i LOVE this little baby. this is my baby. let’s all love baby!!!! thank you anon for this request, i love you🩷 (oh and i just had to write a little suggestive scene hehehehe my bad)

“What is that?”

“Your name?”

“But why is it so dry?”

“Sweetie, nothing is dry about you.”

shouldigetthewingleader

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis X Reader

Synopsis: At your first wedding anniversary with Dean, you gift him a piece of something he had but thought he'd never get again. AKA, the missing best man speech he never got.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Word count: 3k words

Content: SPOILERSS! Grief, mentions of death, hurt and maybe comfort if you squint? Light swearing.

Notes: BEAU MAXWELL IS MY SHAYLA AND THIS IS THE ONLY TIME IM GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HE'S DEAD😭. Writing this has been a challenge for me, but it's also been cathartic. Some of this came from imagination, and some of it came from my own experience. Thank you for reading. All constructive criticism is appreciated, encouraged, and thank you everyone for the engagement!! It means so much <3

itsreallydamngiving

♯┆hinting to you

beau maxwell x femreader, friends to lovers, idiots in love core, reader is lowkey nonchalant asf for half of it, very much chill

─ · ·✦•๑࿔༻𖤓༺࿔๑•✦· · ─ (a/n: i actually loved writing this. it was lovely, hopefully y'all enjoy.)

wc: 4.1k

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Beau Maxwell the definition of a good person. He is sweet, kind, funny, strong minded, loveable, and loving. Beau came from an amazing family with an even better sister, building him into the wonderful person you called your best friend since your freshman year of high school. The eventful day is seared into your minds, both of you lost in the halls attempting to find the very same class on the first day of high school with not a clue in the world where the damned geometry class was located. The tall lanky boy ran into you completely oblivious and frustrated as well as dropping you onto the floor in his rush.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He spit out quickly as he scrambled to help you off the floor.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You replied with a small laugh at his immediate apology and accepting his help. "You should get into football with that tackle." You said making light of the moment and dusting yourself off.

He smiled and grabbed your book bag off the floor as he looked you over to make sure you were okay once more.

"What's with the rush anyways?" You asked out of simple curiosity as you reached for you bag back from him which he cautiously returned.

"I'm lost." He admitted pulling out a slightly crumpled half sheet of paper, his schedule. "I have no clue were classroom H205 is. I found H204, 203, and 206, but not 205."

You looked at him in amusement because of his expressed frustration. "Well lucky for you, I am also lost." You said pulling out your neatly folded schedule and handing it to him. "Want to scavenge for this likely hellish class together?"

"Y-yeah, that sounds good." He said with a charming smile looking over your nearly identical schedule before handing it back.

That charming smile still remains but on a taller and built man. Beau grew into his looks and into himself by the time the two of you entered Briar U. So had you, sprouting a bit taller and much more confident than that 15 year old girl lost in the halls. Something that hadn't changed one bit was your friendship. No matter how long your lectures left you studying and no matter how long football practice ran, both of you made the effort to see each other. Beau brought coffee for the shared late night study sessions were you studied together in silence with your opposing class assignments and you always sat in the same spot of the stands for each and every one of his games.

This particular night you were in his apartment, working on some tedious class assignment in preparation for your midterms at his dining table while Beau was showering. You had a key to his apartment and were there before he got back from practice to welcome him from his brutal practice which in his words was more like conditioning and hazing. So there you sat typing away with your headphones full blast as you tried to get rid of this to-do list item as soon as possible. Nights like these had become much more usual as semesters had passed. Now in your junior year this was in occurrence at least three nights a week, either in his apartment or yours.

Beau walked out of the shower feeling far more refreshed but still exhausted. He was in his lounge sweats and slides as he toweled his hair damp and walked out to see you exactly where he had left you before getting in the shower. Hair up, in sweats, and a hoodie completely focusing at the dining table with a reusable water bottle beside your laptop on the table along with a notebook and pen. An imagine that relaxed his mind far more than he wanted to look into.

"Hey," He called out although it did nothing. He smiled as your lack of reaction due to your focus and he walked up behind you carefully nudging your shoulder to get your attention. "You almost done?" He asked as you pulled off your headphones and looked over at him.

"Nearly. I just need Allie to text me back so I can finalize. I think she is out because she hasn't answered and I texted her almost an hour ago."

"Probably with Dean." Beau said as he sat down in the free chair beside you.

"Are they still feigning a casual relationship?" You asked before taking a sip of your water bottle.

"Yup. Still completely casual, apparently."

"That's hilarious." You noted as you put the bottle back in its spot. You and Beau had driven up with Dean and Allie to New York for Thanksgiving and after the four hour car ride the only thing you two had assured was a debrief until two in the morning about whatever Dean and Allie had going on.

Beau nodded and then asked, "You staying the night?"

"Probably, why?"

"Just asking."

"Did you have something planned?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Okay." Beau started, "Well, I will admit Karina wanted to come over at some point this week."

"Oh." You said with a little nod in understanding. "That's my cue to leave then." shutting your laptop stacking it up with your notebook.

"She could come over tomorrow." Beau added in worry that you would feel like he was throwing you out, which you did in fact feel exactly like that.

"It's okay, Beau. You have fun." You said simply keeping yourself composed, trying not to reveal an inch of the hurt you were feeling, and packed your things. "Text her, she'll probably be ecstatic." you added trying very hard not to sound sarcastic but failing miserably, which Beau caught onto immediately.

"Wait, no, come on. You can stay, I'm not kicking you out." He scrambled as he saw you stand up.

"I know but uh… I should probably still go." You simply replied slinging your bag onto your shoulder and grabbing your water bottle to head out.

"Let me take you to your place then." He said reaching for his hoodie draped on his couch.

"I drove here." You told him shutting down his idea knowing fully well that if he drove you home he would stay the night.

"Oh. Okay." Beau dropped his hoodie back onto the couch.

"Good night, also text her." You said as you walked over to the door of his apartment.

"Yeah, I will. But just text me when you get home."

You unlocked the door and head out after nodding in agreement.

"Good night." Beau murmured as you headed out and he shut the door behind you.

He never sent Karina that text. Instead, he sat on his couch playing a musical in the background as his mind was occupied waiting for your text letting him know you were home safe.

After ten minutes a notification rang through his screen.

'i'm home safe’

'Good' 'Sleep well' Beau sent out mere seconds after receiving your message.

You liked the message and then got ready for bed, it was only nine but you might as well. Sleep was better than over thinking the entirety of your friendship or whatever the hell it was with Beau.

That was the first time where your friendship felt slightly unstable. It wasn't completely crumbling but it felt like it needed an inspection but of course both of you decided to avoid it.

The next time was a week later after your grueling 6pm midterm which was in fact not true to whatever the syllabus had stated. You walked out needing only to relax so you naturally pulled out your phone and clicked on Beau's silly contact picture.

'calling quarterback'

Your phone rang a couple times and then it got sent to voicemail. Weird, he didn't have class or practice today. Whatever, you were far to tired to deal with finding Beau Maxwell on a random Thursday.

Then all of a sudden after you slipped your phone into your pocket and put your earbud in you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to end up face to face with a guy from your class.

Hunter Davenport.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi."

"How was that for you?" He asked about the midterm.

"I don't even want to talk about it."

"Right. That professor needs a warning label."

"I agree." You replied with a small tired smile as you looked up at Hunter.

"I was planning on doing something to chill out after that. Want to join me?"

You replayed the robotic voicemail directions in your head before asking, "What did you have in mind?"

"How about food and then we can figure it out from there?" He suggested and you nodded. You knew him a bit hearing a couple people talk here and there but he was great in class and had been your project for the first research project of the semester so what could be the worst thing that could happen.

You now know exactly what the worst that could happen.

Although, you couldn't say it was horrible. Especially not as you slipped on one of your oversized t-shirts after getting out of the shower. Yes, you two had gone for a bite. Yes, you two had a good laugh. Yes, it ended up with him in your apartment, and yes, eventually your bed. No, you didn't regret it. Hunter was hot, and sweet, also the food was absolutely wonderful.

Hunter was currently in your shower as you turned on the kettle. You had not even reached for your phone since you stepped into your apartment, more like you were too busy to do so.

"Oh fuck." You muttered after picking up your phone to around five missed calls, and ten new messages from Beau. Also one from Allie, courtesy of Beau worrying about you to Dean and Allie. A sudden knock at your door pulled you from looking over the text.

You went to open it with your phone in hand and there stood Beau.

"Oh hey, I was just textin-" You started.

"Why didn't you answer? You always answer." He exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

"I was busy, Beau. I had called you and you didn't answer either."

"Well I was busy too."

"Okay?"

"What does that mean?" Beau asked and before you could answer he walked into your living room as normal only to be greeted by an oblivious Hunter walking out of your bathroom only wearing a towel, hanging low on his waist which he currently was adjusting.

"Hey, pretty! Do you have any clothes that could possibly fit me-" Hunter called out before looking up and stopping in his tracks as he saw Beau.

"What the actual fuck?" Beau asked, his temper boiling as he looked over at you with confusion.

You stood frozen as you felt like shit hit fan at an alarming rate. "Okay um, so basically. Actually… wait." You rambled before walking up to Hunter and pulling him into your room and telling him where he could find some sort of clothes and then walking back out to a ticking Beau.

"I told you I was busy." You weakly started with.

"Oh I can tell. Busy with Hunter Davenport. Fucking Hunter Davenport, unbelievable, quite literally at that." Beau stated obviously far more affected by this than either of your expected.

"Wait, why is that an issue?" You asked completely confused.

"Because well… whatever I don't fucking know!" Beau said sounding like a mess. Then because Hunter had wonderful timing he walked out of your room in just sweatpants that of course had to be Beau's old sweatpants he had left behind some random night.

"Don't tell me you have a boyfriend?" Hunter asked still shirtless and combing a hand through his hair.

"No." Both Beau and you said at the same time.

"Okay cool, then what's going on?" Hunter asked now confused.

"Good question. Beau?" You pressed as you turned to look away from Hunter to look at Beau.

"She didn't answer her phone!" Beau argued weakly. "And keep in mind she always answers her phone."

Hunter scoffed which did not help with Beau's ever growing dislike towards the guy.

"Beau, I'm completely fine besides you were busy earlier and I respected that so respect this for me." You told him as you attempted to cope him out of his obviously intense feelings because Hunter was still in your apartment and you really didn't want to scare him off, especially not on the first night.

"Fine. Whatever. Have fucking fun, but you don't get to act out when I don't answer either." Beau said shooting a glare at Hunter and then heading towards the door.

"What are you talking about!" You exclaimed more confused than even because Beau was just spilling out words without regard to the situation.

"Just don't text me." He said before shutting the door behind him. Leaving you stood there perplexed and Hunter just sat on your witnessing the drama clip right in front of him.

"What was his issue?" Hunter asked being incredibly nosey.

"I would love to know." You muttered before locking the door and letting out a sigh as you headed back to the kettle which was definitely boiling now. "Do you want coffee or tea?" you asked to avoid talking about the said issue.

"Coffee." Hunter said easily as he stood up and walked over to help prepare his coffee while you grabbed a tea bag.

That night ended easy. Hunter didn't ask for much, he was more just happy to be there.

The next morning he left before breakfast but still said goodbye with his charming smile. Although, that smile only reminded you of another charming smile. One that was yours and had been for years. The one that came from the same mouth that told you not to text him last night.

After you made yourself a decent breakfast your phone vibrated on the dining table.

It was Allie, on facetime. You groaned slightly at the thought of her chewing your head off for last night, not because of Hunter, no, because Beau surely complained to Dean about last night and Allie definitely heard it. Yet, you still answered the call.

"Good morning." You tested.

"Not a good morning. Beau would not stop calling Dean last night. What happened?"

"He stormed into my apartment and I had a guy over."

"HELLO? WHO?" Allie asked suddenly staring at the camera intensely.

"Hunter Davenport, from class."

"You're joking." Dean muttered from his spot beside Allie.

"Hello, Dean. And no, not joking." You replied as you watched the no label couple on your screen.

"Wait, what's wrong with Hunter?" Allie asked confused and I shrugged just as clueless as her.

"He's a jerk." Dean muttered still asleep even though it was nearly 11 am.

"Wasn't a jerk to me." You said casually, Allie giggled and then got serious again giving you the sign to tell your side of the story, which you did. Allie and Dean debated, Dean on my side surprisingly and Allie having follow up questions for Beau, who was god knows where. Eventually, Dean invited you over to the hockey house for dinner because Tucker was testing new recipes and you agreed because free food and delicious food at that, and finally, you hung up.

Until it was time for the dinner you occupied your mind by cleaning your entire apartment and blasting music. You then got ready in something cute but comfortable to eat in aka sweats and tank with a zip up hoodie over it.

You walked over to the hockey house instead of driving. You felt like a walk was needed after last night. Once you got to the hockey house you considered knocking but then simply decided to enter instead, it was far more customary at that place to simply walk in. Allie and Hannah caught you first and Hannah immediately walked over to greet you like the absolute sweet heart she was.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!" Hannah said pulling you into a hug which you reciprocated instantly with a smile.

"Well, midterms nearly killed me so that would check out." You replied jokingly and Hannah laughed letting go of you as Allie approached.

"Didn't feel like bringing your fling to dinner?" Allie teased and Hannah jumped at the statement.

"Excuse me? WHO?" Hannah asked and I laughed at the excitement.

"I will explain later. Is the food ready?" You asked walking further in the home to find Tucker completely immersed on plating the food while Logan sat on the stool at the kitchen island casually sipping on a beer. "It smells heavenly, Tuck."

"Oh hey, you made it, also thank you." Tucker replied with a little bow and pan in hand.

"Not fearing of Big Scary Beau." Logan teased.

"Oh okay, so everyone knows." You muttered as you sat down in a stool beside him.

"You upset a teddy bear, and his best friend lives here of course we all know." Logan said with a laugh.

"Okay so can any of you explain why on earth he is so upset." You asked, the irritation from last night prickling into your head again.

"No clue, sweetheart. In my opinion, you did nothing wrong." Tucker obliviously said placing the tray of left over roasted veggies in front of you and you gladly accepted picking one up.

"Thank you, Tucker. This is why you are my favorite."

"Hey! You haven't even heard what I have to say." Logan said, Hannah and Allie snickered at his comment as the approached the kitchen, joining the conversation. You simply looked at him so he could continue. "Fine, okay I think he is upset because he was caught off guard. And seeing Hunter in your space was probably very unusual and uncomfortable for him."

"It's the first time he has been in that position." Hannah added as reached for a carrot from the tray.

"First time for me too. I had never in my life been caught in a situation like that. And I had never seen Beau like that either. I mean seven years of friendship and never has he reacted like that." You said to your audience of friends who were far too invested.

"I think you should just talk to him. See what is bothering him if something still is." Allie suggested quite maturely.

Logan nodded in agreement and then added slyly, "You definitely have a lot to talk about."

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked giving him a halfway joking glare. That question was never answered because Dean, Garrett, and Beau walked in that very moment carrying drinks. Your eyes immediately caught onto Beau whose smile was wiped clean when he saw you sat in the kitchen completely comfortable and seeming like yesterday had done absolutely nothing to, even though the exact opposite was the truth.

"Drinks in the fridge please and thank, hustle." Tucker called out with a clap and that got the three moving into the kitchen with a playful salute from Dean as they moved to organize the drinks into the fridge.

You didn't want to ruin Tucker's dinner but you also had no clue how to approach this situation with bringing even more attention to the issue. So you naturally did what you did best, very boldly got of the stool walked over to Beau, tapped him shoulder, and very bluntly but kindly asked, "Can we talk?"

Beau turned around looking down at you and luckily his eyes weren't as cold as last night, "Yeah, let's talk." He responded quietly before grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards the door. "We will be back, start eating!" Beau called out as he nearly dragged you outside but you were more than willingly being dragged.

"Start eating, hilarious." Allie muttered as she got up to peak out the front window to try and catch a look as what was happening outside the warm house. Dean quickly joined her.

"Nosey much?" Logan asked as even he leaned back on his stool to try and catch a glance.

"Shush. Ughh, he is taking her to his car." Allie complained as she slumped down on the couch. "I can't what is going on from here." Dean just laughed softly at her antics.

Meanwhile, you got into the passenger easily. Your passenger seat, is a more accurate description. You had a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment along with a pack of gum and your long lost bangles that you took off and placed there after a long night at the bar. Beau got into the drivers seat and shut the door holding the wheel for a second as to ground himself.

You adjusted yourself to look at him properly waiting to say something once he was able to look you in the eye.

"Did… did he stay the night?" Beau asked, catching you off guard and still not looking at you.

"Yeah, he did but he left early and didn't stay for breakfast." You replied honestly, looking down at your fidgeting hands on the center console. Beau finally looked over at you finally and you looked right back up to catch his glance.

"I'm sorry for acting out yesterday, it was uncalled for. I probably looked crazy. I just… I couldn't bear to see him there. It wasn't even because it was him, it could have been Jonathan Groff for all I care. It was because he was in my spot." Beau spoke and you listened, you listened well.

Now you were processing. "Your spot?" You repeated with curiosity.

"Yes, my spot. He was quite literally in my sweatpants at some point." Beau reminded you and you cringed remembering that little piece of information. "Listen, I freaked out yesterday because I was jealous. Genuinely. I mean he was in your bathroom, in your home, somewhere very little people step into. I was surprised you let him." explaining and trying to get a point across

"You let people into your apartment all the time, that's basically why we don't live together." You said blankly clueless, and avoiding the jealous.

"I cannot remember the last time I let someone other than friends and you into my space."

"What about Karina?" You asked and Beau fell silent, looking away for a second. "Beau?"

"I didn't text Karina." He admitted, hoping you would realize.

Your head cocked to the side as you stared at him with even more confusion now. "What? Why? I thought she was going to come over this week?"

Beau stared at you, needing you to take the hint, far to fearful to admit the truth himself. He was looking at you now like he was trying to telepathically communicate some government secret with you. "Take the hint, baby, please." He murmured, basically begging.

"Beau, what are you on about?" You asked genuinely completely scrambled as you looked at him all confused.

"You are so incredibly dense right now, but I love you so much regardless." He admitting quickly spitting it out before reaching over and gently cupping your cheek pulling your lips to his. You initially froze at the sudden touch still stuck on the L word he had spat out seconds prior, which scared him shitless, but before he could pull away you deepened the contact and kissed him moving your hand up around the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer, suddenly wish you were in the backseat instead.

"I love you too, Beau." You muttered slightly breathless as you pulled away from the kiss and looked at him, pupils blown out matching his.

"Okay good, or else this would have been really awkward." He joked gently as he looked at you like you had hung the moon.

You let out a small laugh, "I feel stupid and very much dense." You told him in amusement.

"Don't worry, so was I. Up until last night, then I just got really jealous." He admitted with a wide smile, your charming smile.

"So… what does this mean?" You asked knowing damn well but needing reassurance.

"Well, I would like to be the only romantic relationship in your life, I know that much now."

"I'd like that."

"Good."

"Boyfriend Beau. Sounds nice." You said looking up at him with a smile and your eyes flickering only once back down at his lips but Beau noticed.

"Sounds really nice coming from you." He said softly as he leaned in to capture your lips once again, in a much more careful and sealing kiss.

Safe to say, dinner was cold once you two got back inside but thanks to Tucker it was still delicious.

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(more notes: i am taking requests y'all. and i do love me some angst. also im posting this at like 11:59pm exactly, giving me flashbacks to the last minute essays i would submit last semester.)

raspberriesnwine

lemon meringue [garrett graham]

garrett doesn't want to be possessive. really, he doesn't. your soft edges bring out the worst in him.

tw: dumbification, dirty talk, fingering, oral, bondage, daddy kink, probably not a very healthy relationship, toxic!garrett....

wc: 733

an: mdni pls!!! unedited and posting from drafts!! really like this concept. lmk if you guys are into it and i will explore it more! tysm to everyone who has sent in requests. so grateful and excited to work on them. i will do my best to do your marvelous ideas justice! pinky promise. — berry

garrettgrahamswhore

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL [5]

Paring — Dean Di Laurentis x fem!reader

Summary — After overhearing the seven words that shattered everything, you’ve spent a week avoiding Dean. But one hockey game, one injury, and one conversation neither of you can avoid might finally reveal the part of the story you never stayed long enough to hear.

Warnings — minor injury, miscommunication, but a happy ending overall.

Word count — 9,951.

author note — and that’s the end of Boyfriend Material. 🤍 thank you to everyone who came along for this journey. whether you read quietly or supported this series in any way, I appreciate you more than I can say. writing this story—and this version of Dean—has been such a joy, and I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. thank you for reading, and until the next one. ♡

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ruin the friendship

call out my name 18+

girls need love 18+

jealous type 18+

guilty pleasure (ft. dean di laurentis) 18+

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— last updated : 07/17/26

✎ Allie Hayes

i’m so obsessed with your ex — s

No, you’re not obsessed with Allie Hayes—and you’re definitely not feeling inferior. It’s just… you can’t help but compare yourself to her, especially because Dean was so enamored with her. Who wouldn’t, really? | 1.09k words

nobody but us, bodies together — 18+

“Rough practice?” You ask, reaching out to Dean as he practically slams the bedroom door open, slamming it back closed behind him. You reach a hand out, tugging the hem of his shirt slightly to let him fall onto the bed between you and Allie. “You wouldn’t want to know,” he growls, his eyes darkening with that familiar fiery gaze. | 1.7k words

‘cause when the stars align, you might bring the beast out — 18+

Dean’s eyes finally drift over to you, and he smirks. That wordless expression conveys all he wants you to hear—that could have been you on his lap if only you weren’t such a brat, pissing him off, stressing Allie out. | 1.3k words

✎ Dean di Laurentis

it’s time to lose your mind and let the crazy out — s

It’s one thing to rile you up—after all, you get riled up rather easily—but to piss Dean off is another. Dean—your voice of reason with the patience of a saint when it comes to you—is different when he is triggered, especially when it involves you. | 1.4k words

tell me where you’re hiding your voodoo doll ‘cause i can’t control myself — f, cr

He barely knows you, so why does he feel so strongly for you? It’s not love (yet), but maybe it’s something dangerously close—no, he barely knows you. It should not be possible to like you like that. | 3k words

nobody but us, bodies together — 18+

‘cause when the stars align, you might bring the beast out — 18+

you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out — 18+ (to be uploaded)

“Relax,” he hums, stroking your skin gently. “Such a gorgeous girl—even more beautiful tonight. It’s a shame you had to be a bad girl, hm?” He wonders out loud. “Did you think you could get away with flirting with the waiter right in front of me? Think you can pull that stunt and end the night unscathed? Think you can be a brat and I will let you sleep it off?” | 1.05k

✎ Garrett Graham

suddenly i see — f, cr, slight hc

“I don’t think you do, baby.” He crawls closer, holding your face delicately in his large hands. “I’m not trying to humiliate you by revisiting your most embarrassing moments. I want you to understand where I’m coming from and why I say that you need to wear your glasses. Every time you tell me you’re fine, you end up squinting, rubbing your eyes, missing details unless you are standing close. I don’t want you to keep hurting when there’s something that can help.” | 2.6k words

know wherever you will be, so too shall i be — f, hc

Home really is where the heart is, he realizes as he finally looks at you—not from the tiny screen on his phone, not from the photos you send him throughout the days, not from the video calls you sneak in during your free time—as you stand right in front of him. | 4.3k words

spent a lifetime looking for somebody to give me love like you — f, hc (to be uploaded)

A lot of people know Garrett Graham as the burly, relentless captain of Briar U’s hockey team. They see the drive and the passion to chase after the puck, the goals he scores, the games he wins. But very few people know the man who softly, lovingly, patiently wakes at the ass crack of dawn to run you a bath, quietly change the sheets while humming his favorite song, and wash your clothes by hand for you without so much as a complaint. You think you’re by far the luckiest woman in the world to know this version of Garrett. | 1.1k words

like a fantasy in front of me, i know that something special’s going down — 18+ (to be uploaded)

“May I?” He asks quietly, his voice deep and rough from lust, and you nod wordlessly. He groans into your mouth as his lips finally meet yours, his hands wandering around your skin over the fabric of your dress. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in this damn dress—been wanting to kiss you senseless, to fuck you in this very dress until your mind goes blank. That what you want, baby? To be fucked stupid?” | 2.2k words

✎ Hannah Wells

to be written — requests are closed!

✎ John Logan

say my name and everything just stops — a, hc

“Okay, baby.” His eyes never stray from your face—he can deal with everything else later. “Where do you want me?” He asks, and you know that it is his way of asking whether you are okay with him sitting with you. | 2.2k words

‘cause it’s real once everyone knows — a, hc

It was weird—your heart was shattered into a million pieces, and you couldn’t even turn to anyone because nobody knew. A part of you thought that since nobody else knew, then that might have meant that whatever it was between you was not real. | 4.5k words

you know i’ll be there when you call me, whether you like it or not — f

You love John Logan—the man who goes out of his way to make sure you are comfortable and safe, who will drive through terrible weather to pick you up from a night out, who drops everything to come fix something as simple as your door hinges creaking when you open them. You love John Logan, and he loves you. You know that because he always goes the extra mile to make sure you do. | 0.9k words

in a swirling day, you’ve given me a piece of happiness — tw, a, hc (to be uploaded)

Before everything escalates, you quickly grab your things and go straight for the front door with a quiet, rushed, “I’ll see you later,” to no one in particular. You do not stay long enough to witness the inevitable—or what you think is the inevitable. The heat of Logan’s anger, the raised voices, the tense emotions of the rest of the guys, and the growing certainty that you’ve somehow ruined everything have become too much for you to comprehend. | 1.3k words

✎ John Tucker

i’m floating around in ecstasy, so don’t stop me now — f, cr

“Of course she’s alive, dingus.” Allie rolls her eyes from beside him, snatching the phone from his hand, eliciting an offended, ‘Hey!’ from Dean, which she effectively ignores. “She had a wisdom tooth extraction, not an open heart surgery.” | 1.09k words

without saying anything, you are the only one who knows me — f

“Here, why don’t you eat some breakfast, darling?” He presents you the plate of the sandwich Logan had tried so hard to fight for. “Here is a sandwich for you, milady, no pickles, no onions, no mayo, no mustard, the crusts are cut off, and most importantly, the egg yolk is perfectly cooked.” | 0.4k words

jiarkives

Hello. This is @sincerelygxbby / @fictionallygabby / @really-gabby / @gabininomenon / @tbrbyfgabby

I am writing this post to inform you that my account has been hacked (allegedly).

At 11:11 AM (GMT+8) today, a person reached out to me claiming that I had sent them a private message with a link attached. I was unable to screenshot the initial conversation with the blog that reached out to me, since I did not think it would be helpful, but here is the screenshot they sent me of their conversation with ‘me’.

They had filled out the form within the link, and their account had been compromised, so they sent a report ticket to Tumblr, and this was what Tumblr apparently replied.

Considering that I have 12 hours to appeal, I had not received anything from Tumblr 8 hours after this email was sent, but I did not mind. I said I would wait for Tumblr to reach out, so I can proceed with the verification/appeal process.

The original user had allegedly revoked the complaint, but insisted I reached out to the discord user, and so I did.

At first glance, it was sketchy for me already, but considering that I had been reported for fraudulent activities, I reached out to the contact, and they had also claimed that the complainant had revoked their report, but I needed to go through the validation process, or else the case will be a federal case.

I followed through the initial process, which involved changing my email, which was not the smartest choice on my end, but I had been under time pressure. I also sent screenshots of my most recent transactions on my online banking and e-wallets, but there had been nothing that show that I received a large sum of money from somewhere.

That is when the Discord user informed me that the complainant had lost a sum of $832.84, which had raised red flags in my head, because that amount of money amounts to ~₱10,000, and I had not received that amount of money ever.

To proceed with the validation process, the Discord user asked for a monetary deposit of $166.56. Below is the image they had sent me—saved directly from Discord.

I did not send the money, nor do I plan to until Tumblr Support reaches out to me themselves.

However, I have lost access to my original account, but it had not been suspended, so if ‘I’ reach out to you with links, asking for anything—literally anything—kindly ignore and/or block the account.

I am trying to regain access, but if I fail to do so, I will start my blog all over again.

Please do understand, and thank you for taking the time to read this lengthy post. Kindly reblog to spread. Thank you.

Tagging for awareness (moots + people I have recently interacted with):

@nicorosparagus @maverist @iceyngi @book-lish @rafesteddy @thebriarbunny @shortnspidey @folkloure @puckmegirl @solfics @blackgaladriel @kaiwithlove @hauntedsilences

gxbbywrites

nobody but us, bodies together | allie hayes + dean di laurentis

contents — 18+ content, smut, graphic descriptions of sex, porn without plot, profanities, established polyamorous relationship, slightly mean dom!dean, switch!allie, sub!reader, one (1) slap, teasing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight orgasm delay, finger sucking, untouched ejaculation, dean is an eater™️who eats for his pleasure, allie is a tits girl, mention of period, mention of blood, all acts are completely consensual! kindly let me know if i missed anything!

word count — 1.7k | title — pillowtalk by zayn

gabby says — this is a repost from my old blog, @fictionallygabby. i have decided to start my blog all over, so please feel free to read here for the explanation.

gxbbywrites

tell me where you’re hiding your voodoo doll ‘cause i can’t control myself | dean di laurentis

contents — told in dean’s pov, just dean being absolutely down bad | word count — 3k | title — voodoo doll by 5 seconds of summer

gabby says — this is a repost from my old blog, @fictionallygabby. i have decided to start my blog all over, so please feel free to read here for the explanation.

fezrus

Seven steps, one word

John Logan (Off Campus) x Reader

from an irritated "oh, fuck!" to a confident "fuck it", your entire relationship with John Logan can be mapped out in seven specific exclamations of his favorite four-letter word.

word count : 6.1k (sorry) — enemies to lovers, kind of — logan is moody — SMUT, minors DNI — Enjoy and please tell me what you think !

One — "Oh, fuck!"

The music wasn’t just loud; it was vibrating through the old floorboards and thumping directly against your ribs. You’d only been there for twenty minutes, entirely dragged along by Hannah, who was currently tucked under Garrett’s arm near the doorway. Watching them was sweet—almost nauseatingly so—but it left you feeling like a ghost drifting through a sea of oversized jerseys, loud hockey players, and the thick scent of cheap beer. For the most part, the rest of the boys were incredibly welcoming; even though you'd just met them tonight, they were already loud, inherently kind and easy to be around.

Except for John Logan.

book-lish

Cheater, Cheater

Dean Di Laurentis x Reader

AN: this is short because I’m not very good at writing angst lol! Keep the requests coming though, I also write smut it’s just been a minute. I used to write for Top Gun but I deleted my account a few years ago 🤣

Warnings: Cheating, Sex

You’d been dating Dean for a couple of months now and so far things were going great. That was up until recently.

The Hawks had an early morning practice today and you figured you’d surprise Dean with breakfast. Knowing that Tucker reserved Saturday mornings for protein smoothies and opted not to fix breakfast. You’d sent him a text asking if he was home but no reply.

rhi-blogging

never second best

pairing – john logan x hayes!reader

wc: 2.9k

synopsis – feeling like you’re stuck with the title of ‘Allie’s little sister’, there was no way John Logan would ever reciprocate feelings for you… right?

based on this request!

warnings – mutual pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, good mix of fluff and humor, language, a cheeky kiss, reader gets called ‘Lil Hayes’, Allie is cracked out in the best way, some moments are taken from the show but are out of order (just go along with it pls!!!)

note – this one was so fun to write, thanks for sending it in! if you want to request something, you can submit it by clicking the ‘♡’ button on my page or commenting under this post! enjoy ♡

masterlist

✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧

Ever since you started attending Briar, you and your older sister Allie have gotten closer than ever. She took you under her wing the second you arrived at Briar. You integrated into her friend group with ease, however, feelings of insecurity and intimidation couldn’t help but seep in when you found yourself comparing yourself to your sister all the time.

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