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❝good for me❞

in which they’ve each found their cure

pairing: oscar piastri x oc!callista fc: isabelle mathers & pinterest warnings: poorly translated french

(a/n: hey~ hello~ i might be back? lol this one was fun to write actually! so i hope it’s fun for you all as well! as always, happy reading!💝)

forevergoldenskies

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 — OP81

oscar piastri x hijabi!fem reader

summary: fans are quick to notice an f1 driver follows and interacts with a random bunny pet account. only thing is it’s not random, it’s yours, and secretly his too

social media

( warnings: none really just some fluff! again i try to be as inclusive as possible but let me know if anything is inaccurate or offensive. i love all of you so much and literally am so grateful for everyone! )

collapselist

so hungry, i could eat … | oscar piastri

summary: one little conversation between Nicole Piastri and the McLaren social media admin brings you back into Oscar's life

fc: gala nikolic

warning: I am aware of all the spelling errors, but to change them I’d have to rewrite, screenshot and insert the slides all over again and I’m just too lazy to do that, so you’ll just have to life with it

a/n: I love them you guys!!! I’m totally open to writing a part two if you’re interested, but I also might just do it anyway. I hope you enjoy🍀

oscatpiastri

kinzis-writing

Sneaking Around | B. Maxwell

There was no logical explanation as to why she wanted to hide her relationship from her roommates… except for the fact that she was afraid they wouldn’t understand why she fell for him. Beau didn’t mind sneaking around though, as long as he got to be with her.

Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Fem! Reader (established relationship)

Warning(s): a few cuss words, maybe illusions to sex, mentions of sex (no smut), coloring date (some may be offended or disgusted? Idk why but..), mentions of future, sneaking around, soft! Beau, best friend! Dean.

Word Count: 3.8k

Request: Yes | No

Note: so I’m tired of all the ☠️ memes and talk. So here’s a cutesy little fluffy post. I love Beau and he’s my favorite. Also my TikTok is flooded with off campus right now and how did I never notice Beau handing Tucker a coconut during the drunk Shakespeare? 😂 This is my first off campus fic so… I guess I’m officially writing for it now. 🤪 (I also read the books like in 2016 or 2017 but I’m re-reading them now so if anything is ever a bit different from the show that might be why)

*Not Edited!* (are we surprised? 🥲)

You didn’t mean to keep your relationship a secret for as long as you had. You meant to tell Allie and Hannah within a few weeks or months after you started seeing Briar U’s quarterback, but then things kept popping up. Allie and Sean kept splitting and Hannah kept her focus on her jobs and scholarship to-do’s. You understood that they had their own issues to worry about and it never seemed like a good time. You didn’t want to seem inconsiderate by flaunting your happiness in front of them.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ house law.

pairing – garrett graham x reader summary – dean’s ex was meant to be off-limits. garrett has several problems with that. warnings – suggestive content, heated kissing, sexual references, situationship tension, arguing, strong language, dean being possessive-ish, party/alcohol setting notes from me – loosely based on this ask!! thank u for sending it through babe! xx word count – 8.9k

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The first time she realises Garrett Graham might actually be a problem, he’s sitting on the players’ bench after practice with damp curls, flushed cheeks, and a towel slung around the back of his neck, talking about leadership like he hasn’t spent the last forty minutes making half the men on the ice look mildly unemployable.

The rink has that post-practice emptiness to it now, all scraped-up ice and cold metal and fluorescent light, the air still carrying the sharp wet smell of snow, rubber, and boy sweat no amount of ventilation has ever fully defeated.

The rest of the team has already filtered out in waves of noise, sticks clattering, showers starting somewhere down the hall, somebody yelling something obscene about Logan’s tape job from the locker room. Garrett had stayed behind because she’d asked for a few more minutes, and because being captain also meant being professionally accommodating to journalism majors with deadlines and a possibly self-destructive interest in his forearms.

Sports journalism was, allegedly, her actual academic focus. This was supposed to be clean. Useful. A feature piece on Briar hockey culture through the lens of the captain everyone on campus already had some opinion about.

sogoodtoheritsvicious

call it what you want

summary: the public tries to make sense of the relationship you and max share with oscar. some say you’re cheating on max with oscar, others say max is the one cheating with him. you say let the world keep guessing. the only people who deserve to know the truth about the special relationship you three have with each other are those closest to you.

pairing: max verstappen x reader x oscar piastri

fc: madelyn cline

request: Can I order a byob (established relationship) and a host special with Maxcar + reader poly?? Maybe with guilty as sin playing in the background 👀 - @prozacandprosecco

warnings: cheating allegations • misunderstandings • fluff • attempts at humor • likely a mistake or two • time skips • bending the f1 schedule to my will for shits & giggles

vicious speaks: how do i join someone else’s relationship? on a more serious note, i completely fell in love with this couple and it is going to be so hard letting them go 🥲 who knows, maybe i’ll come back to them again in the future, expand on The Great War™️ if anyone wants that 👀

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yn you do not wanna know what i had to promise in order to get these two out of their team kits and into normal clothes 🥲

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darling-flora

angel on the walls of versailles

oscar piastri x yn!singer | request — here | masterlist |

"One night I was bored in bed, And stalked you on the internet" in which a popstar's crush on a f1 driver turns into a front page story...

note — (all manips made by me!!) i love this fic soooooo much, like it's very dear me.... hope you all enjoy it (not proofread ignore any mistakes) <3 !! likes, reblog's and comments are really appreciated ❤

burgundysnow

hey i saw you were taking requests for off campus! i fear i need more john logan on this app, maybe something like garrett’s sister!reader

but whatever you write is amazing

Tried to keep with like the sibling trope. Hot take but I actually like Jules. Word count: 0.6k

“How the hell am I supposed to even post anything from tonight? You’re playing is shit.”

“It wasn’t just my playing okay. Everyone was off.”

“Embarrassed to say I’m even related to you.”

“If we weren’t in public I’d beat the shit outta you.”

“I’d like to see you try, loser.”

harrysfolklore

chef - cl16

summary: mclaren hires a new chef and a certain ferrari driver can't seem to stay away from their garage now

folkie radio: HI GUYS IM BACK !! life is finally giving me a break and i can finally get back on track with writing !! this is short but a way for me to get the creative juices flowing again. remember that my requests are open. hope you like this ! MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Finally can share the news! Your girl is officially feeding the fastest team on the grid 🧡 Started my journey as @mclaren’s new team chef and still can't believe I'm cooking for these legends. From 4AM breakfast preps to late night recovery meals - every bite fuels these incredible humans.

Special thanks to @lando and @oscarpiastri for trusting my experimental papaya-inspired dishes 😂 (Yes, that orange smoothie bowl was a bit too much, sorry boys!)

Still getting used to cooking in different countries every other week, but loving every second of it!

sunnydilaurentis

caught on thanksgiving | dean di laurentis ✶

summary: in which beau walks in on his younger sister tangled up in dean’s lap moments before thanksgiving dinner, forcing the entire hockey house to endure one painfully awkward meal filled with knowing looks, relentless chirping, and dean very seriously considering transferring schools.

pairing: dean di laurentis x maxwell!reader

note: hello! i hope you're all well. i've got a few exciting things planned so make sure you stay tuned! i hope you enjoy!! <3

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the late afternoon sunlight filters softly through the thin blinds of dean's bedroom, casting warm golden stripes across it.

dean appreciated the moments he spent over thanksgiving with his friends more than anything. there were times however, when all he wanted was to spend time alone, in the presence of just you.

now, was one of those times.

dean's hand slides slowly along your waist as he shifts closer toward you on the bed, guiding you naturally into his lap without breaking the kiss.

you swiftly reposition yourself so that you're straddling him, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his hands remain on either sides of your waist, keeping you steady.

“dean,” you laugh quietly against his mouth.

“hm?”

“everyone’s downstairs.”

“guess we'll just have to be quiet then.”

you pull back slightly, your cheeks turning a crimson red from his words.

“tucker will literally come looking for us.”

dean's lips find your collarbone, lingering at a spot he had learned was your weakness, smiling faintly to himself when he feels you react beneath him.

“tucker’s got bigger priorities right now, most of them involving food.”

you laugh softly again before his face moves closer towards yours, closing the very minimal distance that had been separating the two of you. he cups your cheek before planting a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

his lips were warm and soft, familiar in a way that made your chest loosen instantly. your lips parted slightly as you smiled into the kiss, and he took the opening to deepen it for a brief moment before gently pulling back. his hand stayed cradling your cheek, thumb lingering there as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

"still think it's an issue that everyone's home?" he questions teasingly, watching as you shake your head in response.

the room feels warmer now.

smaller somehow.

your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck and dean lets out the softest exhale against your lips, the sound nearly making your brain stop functioning entirely.

“you have no idea what you do to me, y/n” he murmurs quietly.

your cheeks flush instantly.

“dean.”

“what?” he asks innocently, though the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth ruins the act completely.

you shake your head, trying to hide your smile while he watches you with obvious amusement.

god, he loved flustering you.

his hands pause briefly at the hem of your top, his gaze flicking up toward yours.

“is this okay?”

there’s something almost unfair about how gentle he sounds when he says it. you nod immediately, fingers curling lightly into the front of his sweater.

“yeah.”

his expression softens slightly at your answer before he slowly lifts your top upwards, careful not to rush you.

the cool air hits your skin instantly once the fabric disappears over your head, leaving you suddenly far more aware of the way dean is looking at you now.

like you’ve completely stolen every coherent thought from his brain.

his eyes drift slowly over you before he exhales quietly through his nose, almost like he forgot how to breathe properly for a second.

“you're beautiful, baby” he murmurs softly.

your cheeks warm immediately.

“stop it,” you laugh quietly, suddenly embarrassed beneath the intensity of his attention.

“what?” he asks innocently, though the awe in his voice is impossible to miss.

“just appreciating my girlfriend.”

his hands settle carefully against your waist again, thumbs brushing lightly against your skin while he leans forward to kiss you once more.

the kiss turns deeper almost instantly.

slower.

warmer.

dean’s fingers slide gently along your back before stopping against the clasp of your bra.

you feel him hesitate slightly.

not nervous exactly.

just careful.

like he always was with you.

“this still okay?” he asks quietly against your lips.

you nod softly, your forehead resting briefly against his.

“yes.”

his lips curve upwards faintly before he presses another soft kiss against your mouth, one hand still resting securely at your waist while the other awkwardly attempts to undo the clasp behind your back.

you feel his fingers fumble slightly before he exhales dramatically.

“who invented these things?” he mutters under his breath.

you laugh softly against his lips.

“struggling there?”

“i’m being set up for failure.”

his fingers brush clumsily against your skin again before he narrows his eyes in concentration.

“seriously,” he mumbles.

"i spend six days a week throwing around hundreds of pounds in the gym, and a tiny clasp is what humbles me."

you grin, shifting slightly to help him.

“maybe because you’re rushing.”

his cheeks flush immediately while a crooked smile appears across his face.

“can you blame me?”

your stomach flips embarrassingly fast at the tone in his voice.

a second later there’s finally a soft click as dean succeeds.

“holy shit,” he breathes quietly, sounding genuinely relieved.

you laugh harder this time as he shakes his head once in disbelief at himself.

“don’t laugh at me,” he says, though he’s smiling too.

his hands slide carefully along your sides afterwards, touch soft and warm as he presses a trail of kisses beneath your jaw again.

“i love you,” he murmurs quietly against your skin.

your heart melts instantly. dean was always like this with you, sweet and gentle in all the ways that mattered most. beneath the confidence, the teasing grin, and the easy charm he showed everyone else, there was this softer side reserved just for you.

your fingers drift beneath the hem of his sweater, tracing lightly along the defined muscles of his stomach and dean exhales quietly at the feeling.

his forehead rests briefly against yours afterwards, cheeks flushed, hair messy beneath your hands. he was completely gone for you.

“you’re staring again,” you whisper teasingly.

“can you blame me?”

his words linger between you before he leans in again, pressing another kiss just beneath your jaw. you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself sink into the warmth of it, quietly savouring the feeling.

“you’re trouble, di laurentis.”

“yeah", he responds easily, lips brushing your skin again, “but you love me for it.”

before you can respond, the bedroom door suddenly swings open and everything freezes instantly.

“yo tucker said-”

beau stops mid sentence, his jaw falling agape.

silence.

absolute silence.

your eyes widen immediately as you turn toward the doorway while dean goes completely still beneath you. beau stands there holding his phone in one hand, his expression blank with horror.

pure horror.

his eyes flick between you sitting in dean’s lap, dean’s hands still very obviously around your waist, and the fact that neither of you had moved fast enough to make the situation look any better.

your discarded top is somewhere on the other side of the room, leaving you painfully aware that you're still only wearing your bra.

before you can even think of what to say, dean's arm tightens around you, pulling you closer against his chest. one hand slides up between your shoulder blades as he angles his body in front of yours, shielding you from beau's line of sight.

the movement is instinctive.

“oh my god,” beau says flatly.

dean immediately drops his forehead against your shoulder, keeping you tucked against him.

“please leave," dean murmurs, his voice coming out slightly muffled.

"i just watched my best friend practically inhale my sister."

you let out a horrified noise while dean groans louder, his grip on your waist tightening

"beau-" dean says into your shoulder, sounding like he's reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment.

“jesus christ, no-”

beau cuts him off instantly, physically pointing at both of you now.

“absolutely not. don’t talk to me right now.”

you feel your face burning with embarrassment while beau physically turns his head toward the hallway ceiling like he’s asking god for strength.

“i’m actually sick. this is why i don't come over here often” he mutters, more to himself and under his breath than to the both of you.

“you knocked for half a second!” dean argues weakly.

beau looks offended. “because i didn't expect to walk into this!"

"that sounds like a personal mistake" dean taunts.

you bury your face in your hands immediately, unable to face your brother who is still stood in the doorway of your boyfriends room.

dean leans back against the bedhead, dragging a hand down his face dramatically.

“i’m transferring schools.”

“good,” beau replies immediately. “do that.”

despite the awkwardness of the situation, a laugh slips out.

beau looks personally betrayed.

“y/n.”

“i’m sorry!”

“no you’re not.”

beau shakes his head once before backing toward the hallway again.

“dinner’s ready in ten,” he says flatly. “and if either of you make this weird downstairs, i’m telling tucker exactly what i walked in on.”

dean’s eyes widen slightly.

“you wouldn’t.”

beau stares at him.

“watch me.”

then he disappears back into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him. silence settles over the room again and dean drops his head back against the wall with a groan.

“we’re never recovering from that.”

you burst into laughter immediately, the awkwardness and humour of the situation finally setting in.

dean points at you accusingly. “this isn’t funny.”

“him saying you inhaled me absolutely was.”

he narrows his eyes before suddenly pulling you closer towards him. you laugh softly as his hands settle back against your waist, familiar and warm.

“still worth it,” he murmurs quietly.

your heart melts embarrassingly fast.

“you’re ridiculous.”

a giddy grin slowly spreads across dean’s face before he shakes his head once.

“your brother is a goddamn cockblock.”

you gasp softly in mock offence before playfully slapping his chest, causing a quiet laugh to fall from his lips.

“dean!”

“what?” he grins. “am i wrong?”

you attempt to slide off his lap again, already knowing if you stayed there any longer you’d never actually make it downstairs, but dean’s hands tighten immediately around your hips, keeping you firmly where you are.

your eyebrows raise slightly at him in confusion before you suddenly feel him shift beneath you.

your breath catches instantly.

dean’s cheeks flush almost immediately as your mouth falls open slightly in realisation.

“dean heyward-di laurentis,” you whisper, horrified and amused all at once. his eyes squeeze shut briefly as he lets out another groan.

“don’t say my full name like that,” he mutters miserably.

“makes me sound guilty.”

“you are guilty.”

“yeah,” he sighs dramatically, glancing up at you again.

“but in my defence, look at you.”

your face warms instantly at the sincerity hidden beneath his teasing tone but before you can respond, a loud voice echoes up from downstairs.

“if you idiots don't get down here right now i'm starting dinner without you.”

tucker.

immediately, your eyes widen.

“shit.”

dean drops his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. “ignore him.”

“dean.”

“five more minutes.”

“absolutely not.”

he sends you the most painfully pleading look imaginable, his hands still secure against your waist like he thinks physically holding onto you will somehow convince you to stay.

when it very unfortunately almost works, dean notices instantly. his lips twitch upwards slightly, excitement taking over his features.

“baby,” he says softly, voice lower now, “c’mon.”

you narrow your eyes at him immediately. “don’t baby me right now.”

“that sounded way meaner than i think you intended.”

you laugh quietly and dean realises immediately that you aren’t giving in. he places both hands over his face before tilting his head back against his bed dramatically, letting out the most exaggerated groan imaginable.

you laugh harder at the sight in front of you.

“i’m glad one of us finds this funny,” he mutters, though there’s obvious amusement hidden beneath his embarrassment. he stands up slowly, still holding onto your waist as he pulls you up with him.

your hands naturally slide around the back of his neck while dean rests his forehead lightly against yours.

“i’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom and coming down in a few minutes,” you hum softly before leaning up to place a quick kiss against his cheek.

dean exhales quietly at the feeling before narrowing his eyes slightly.

“you’re so gonna pay for this one day, y/n.”

you smirk immediately. “is that a threat?”

“a promise.”

you laugh softly before turning toward the bedroom door. you barely make it two steps before dean’s hand lands sharply against your ass.

you gasp audibly, spinning around immediately.

“di laurentis!”

he shrugs innocently despite the smirk painted all over his face.

“sorry. couldn’t help myself.”

you roll your eyes, trying and failing not to smile.

“don’t be too long or tucker will rip into you,” you warn teasingly before slipping out into the hallway.

the noise downstairs grows louder the second you descend the staircase. thanksgiving at the hockey house was always chaos in the best possible way.

the kitchen smells overwhelmingly like garlic, rosemary and whatever tucker accidentally burned earlier, despite promising he was following his mother's recipe book, step by step. music plays faintly somewhere near the living room while everyone talks over each other.

logan notices you first, which is unfortunate.

he’s leaning back in one of the dining chairs beside grace when his eyes flick toward you coming down the stairs. immediately, his eyebrows lift knowingly.

oh no.

you suddenly become very aware of the fact that you hadn’t checked yourself in the mirror before leaving dean’s room. you feel your cheeks warm instantly as you quickly move toward the table, silently praying dean hadn’t left any visible marks on your neck.

logan watches you the entire way down, very amused.

you slide into your seat beside hannah while trying your hardest to look normal. logan leans back slightly in his chair across from you, arms folded casually.

“where’s dean?” he asks, feigning innocence.

your eyes narrow immediately.

he knows something...or at least suspects something.

“bathroom,” you answer casually, reaching for your water glass. “he’ll be down in a minute.”

“hm,” logan hums thoughtfully, clearly entertained. beside him, garrett glances between the two of you with immediate suspicion.

“why are you both acting weird?”

“we’re not,” you answer far too quickly.

logan snorts. grace lowers her drink slowly, eyes widening slightly as realisation dawns across her face.

“oh my god.”

your heart drops.

“what?” hannah asks immediately, now invested in the conversation before her.

logan grins lazily. “nothing.”

“logan,” grace says, already laughing slightly, “you totally know something.”

before he can answer, beau walks back into the kitchen holding a drink. the second his eyes land on you sitting at the table, he physically pauses before narrowing his eyes.

oh, absolutely not.

logan catches it instantly.

“why do you look traumatised?” he asks him.

beau grabs a roll off the table aggressively.

“don’t worry about it.”

his response of course only makes everyone more interested.

tucker emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray dramatically. “why does it feel like i missed gossip?”

“you did,” beau mutters darkly.

your face burns immediately.

logan’s grin grows wider.

“oh my god,” hannah says slowly, eyes flicking toward you. “did something happen?”

“nothing happened,” you say quickly.

you hear a laugh from across the table, and garrett points directly at you, “that sounded guilty.”

beau lets out a humourless laugh from across the table. “you have no idea.” before anyone can interrogate him further, dean finally appears at the top of the stairs.

slightly flushed.

sweater sleeves pushed up messily.

hair completely ruined.

logan notices instantly and nearly chokes on his drink.

“holy shit,” he laughs.

dean stops halfway down the stairs. “what?”

“you look insane.”

dean flips him off automatically continuing downstairs. the second he reaches the table, beau looks at him in complete disbelief.

“you came down looking like that voluntarily?”

dean freezes briefly, too briefly.

everyone notices.

tucker’s eyes widen dramatically. “wait.”

“don’t,” dean warns immediately.

“wait,” tucker repeats louder, pointing between the both of you now.

“oh my god.”

“tucker,” you say quickly, your cheeks beginning to flush a deep shade of crimson red.

“no wonder you two disappeared.”

dean drags a hand down his face while logan loses his mind laughing beside grace.

“i hate this house,” dean mutters

“you should,” beau replies immediately. “after what i witnessed.”

silence

then-

hannah gasps loudly and garrett chokes on his drink.

grace physically grabs allie’s arm and tucker slams both hands dramatically against the table.

“YOU WALKED IN ON THEM?”

pucksandpower

yours, still

Dean Di Laurentis x childhood best friend!Reader

Summary: Dean has never held on to anything — not girls, not feelings, not the memory of a childhood best friend who disappeared across an ocean at fourteen. Then you walk back into his life on a brisk October morning, and every carefully constructed wall he never knew he had built comes down in an instant. You came to Briar to disappear. You didn’t count on being found

Warnings: 18+ content

The late October air sweeping across the Briar University quad is brisk enough to make a normal person shiver, but Dean runs hot. He always has.

Right now, he’s walking backward, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, completely ignoring the fact that he’s navigating a crowded campus blind. But then again, Dean rarely has to watch where he’s going. People naturally move out of his way.

“I’m just saying,” Dean says, raising his coffee cup to emphasize his point, his voice carrying that familiar, effortless charm that makes half the girls within a fifty-foot radius turn their heads. “It’s not about the quantity, gentlemen. It’s about the experience. The mutually beneficial exchange of joy.”

bambi-onice17

Hii I love and appreciate your work so much!! I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing an idea for Will or Macklin where he is a really physically affectionate person with reader, not like gross levels of PDA, but always wanting to be touching you in someway - a hand around your waist or shoulder, fingers interlocked, sitting close enough to be brushing shoulders and legs kind of thing. Just casual, but still intimate touches that show he’s unconsciously or consciously looking for you, wants you to be close. Gets picked on for it by the team and your guys’s family and friends, but it’s truly so wholesome. I’m picturing it as reader and whoever you pick to write about having been in a relationship for a while, but go wherever you want with it!

Thank you for this!! It’s so sweet 🥹 - 2.4k words Happy reading ☺️

The second you step through the front door of Tyler and Cat’s house, Will’s hand settles against your lower back. When he does it it’s never dramatic or possessive, it’s just something that he finds comfort in, and you’ve grown to find comfort in it too.

“Hey, guys!” Cat calls from the kitchen, wine glass in hand as she walks over to greet you both. You barely get out a hello before Will’s fingers slide from your back to your waist so he can pull you a little closer while you kick your shoes off by the door.

Tyler notices immediately. He looks down at Will’s hand, then up at him with a grin. “Y’know she’s not gonna run away, right?”

Will doesn’t even blink, “Debatable.”

You laugh quietly as Tyler groans, already turning toward the kitchen. “Unbelievable. He’s been like this all season. They’re attached at the hip”

prplelacdbra

if there’s one thing dean loves more than sex, it’s calling you his wife despite the fact you were clearly not even dating.

any chance he had, there was a high likelihood he was throwing on a "my wife!" at the end of every greeting or defense in your name.

it happened the first time at a party. he was clearly drunk, you were tipsy, the entire house had a buzz going through it that could only come from the hockey boys playing another fantastic game against their rivals. it was brutal, mean, and downright unfair playing. but none of them seemed to care because they won 4-2. that alone called for a celebration.

pucksandpower

guardian angel

Beau Maxwell x medical student!Reader

Summary (implied spoilers for The Score): you stop on a dark highway for a stranger you have never met. He wakes up days later not knowing your name. What follows is a love story that starts with blood-stained scrubs, a neck brace, and the single worst pickup line ever delivered in an ICU. Aka … the fix-it fic where Beau lives

Warnings: descriptions of a car accident and critical injuries

The night stretches cold and endless along Route 2, the kind of February darkness that settles into your bones. You’re driving on autopilot, your mind still churning through pharmacokinetics and drug interactions, when the world explodes into motion ahead of you.

Metal screeches. Glass shatters. A black SUV careens off the road, spinning once, twice, before slamming into a massive oak with a sound that punches through the quiet night.

Your foot hits the brake before your brain catches up. Your car fishtails slightly on the slick road before coming to a stop thirty feet from the wreckage. For exactly three seconds, you sit there, hands still gripping the steering wheel, heart hammering against your ribs.

Then you’re moving.

sogoodtoheritsvicious

couple of rings and two i dos

summary: you and max spontaneously get married in las vegas. the kicker? you guys aren’t even dating.

pairing: max verstappen x reader

fc: camila morrone

request: Hi id love to attend the tea party with max verstappen and have a pink lemonade with a marmalade sandwich and paper rings by Taylor swift playing - @amelia098765

warnings:

vicious speaks: surprise, the first fic for the tea party is here!! i had a blast working on this, and i really hope you enjoy it 💓 thank you so much for attending!! (PS the twitter thread got too long so i had to get a little creative with the format, hopefully it's easy to read!)

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