off-campus fanfiction beau maxwell x oc [may 2026 - tbd]

devika khatri is tasked to do the impossible: have sex before her 21st birthday. her best friend is determined to make sure it happens, but how? when she sees how the guys interact with devika at work, she gets a wicked idea OR when four of briar's best get involved with their physical therapist, unknowingly checking off items on her sex bucket list fem!oc x garrett graham x dean di laurentis x john logan x john tucker (poly!) off campus: season 1

MISS YOUNG An Off Campus × Crazy Rich Asians Watching Story Garrett Graham thought she wanted the perks. Dean Di Laurentis thought she wanted his future. Neither of them realised they were accusing the wrong girl. Vivienne had spent years building a life where she could simply be Viv-a college student at Briar University, Hannah Wells and Allie Hayes' best friend, and a girl who wanted to be loved for who she was, not what she had. Then two of the only men she'd ever loved shattered her heart with the very accusation she'd spent her entire life trying to outrun. Just days after her latest heartbreak, one unexpected phone call changes everything. "Come home, Vivienne." Escorted from campus by suited bodyguards and driven away in a waiting luxury convoy, Vivienne leaves behind the life she'd carefully built in America and returns to Singapore-where she is no longer just Viv. She is Miss Young. As the Briar gang watches Crazy Rich Asians, every scene uncovers another piece of the life Vivienne kept hidden... and Garrett and Dean are forced to confront one devastating truth: They fell in love with Viv. They broke the heart of Miss Young. ⸻ "Sometimes the greatest privilege isn't being born rich. It's being loved before anyone knows your name."

Juliette Sinclair has spent years balancing on thin ice-on the rink, around her friends, and especially around Garrett Graham. Their relationship has always been the same: sharp words, lingering looks, and a rivalry neither of them takes too seriously. Until suddenly, they do. Now, somewhere between late-night practices, crowded apartments, and stolen moments neither of them meant to want, the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. And Garrett Graham is realizing too late that falling for Juliette Sinclair might be the hardest hit he's ever taken.

Sloan DiLaurentis didn't mean to find a home in Briar's hockey house. But somewhere between the midnight kitchen conversations, shared hoodies, and Beau Maxwell showing up at her door every night asking to cuddle, the house-and the people inside it-started feeling like hers. Beau was never supposed to be more than harmless flirting. Except now he knows her coffee order, sleeps better beside her, and looks at her like she's his favorite thing in the world. And Sloan's starting to realize she might feel the same way. Too bad keeping secrets in a house full of hockey players is almost impossible. Especially when everyone already knows they're in love. Everyone except Dean.

Dean blinked, not quite understanding. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart beating irregularly in her chest. UNDER EDITING! Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter

It's not my arms that will fail me But this world takes more strength than it gave me

Maren Madden's first interaction with Oscar Piastri could've been defined as attempted murder. A sturdy door to the nose, so forceful he had to check none of his teeth fell out. Their second interaction, her shirt was essentially see-through, it wasn't even six AM, and she wanted him to share the five kilos of grapes she accidentally bought. And their third interaction, stuck in a broken elevator, was when - if he hadn't done so already - he fell in love with Maren Madden as she fought with the elevator operator, in Arabic.

Vivian Sorrengail was forged for war, sharpened by cruelty, tempered in blood. Her destiny was written in the clash of swords and the blood that stains her hands, a legacy of obedience wrapped in violence. But prophecy doesn't bow to kings, and fate doesn't care for loyalty. When ancient powers stir and enemies bleed from the shadows, Vivian will have to decide what kind of monster they turned her into - and whether she'll burn their kingdom down before it can bury her first. ⸻ "You are a weapon, a servant of Navarre." "I am whoever I choose to be. A monster or savior. A damn reckoning. You're going to regret ever crossing me."