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She did what?- Drew Starkey part 2

˚⋆ ୧ ‎ ࣪ Warnings Cheating , Odessa , swearing

Summary Hollywood is so overrated, but when Larissa finds out what our beloved Drew is up to, shit hits the fan 💋

"I miss you how you made me feel last night"

"When can you leave her house already, I need you"

You're Gut feeling all your friends talked about having when they have gotten cheated on. You said to yourself you would never feel that. Drew was good to you, no signs, no evidence. Until now, you can't breathe. heartbroken is the feeling you felt.

It's been an hour, and he still sleeping.

I looked through all of the messages. He has been gone for two months, which means for those two months. He has been lying and cheating with her. The girl you hate, you knew she always talked shit to her friends when you would be with Drew at a bar. You brushed it off because you never wanted to ruin the moment.

"What are you doing on my phone," Drew says, staring at me. He is caught, and he knows it. He has been awake for the past 5 minutes.

Disbelief is all you feel, the man you loved for 2 years who you thought couldn't hurt you in a way that all your friends told you or the internet. Deeply in love with this man. The hurt you felt, and he was about to hear it.

"Are you kidding me, the shit I found on your fucking phone, you cheated on me with this bitch, be so for real right now Drew". You say

He looks like he has seen a ghost, a ghost that is about to get put through the ringer. "I don't know what to say... I'm sorry baby". He says

"Dont call me that, we done Drew, Done. I have nothing to say to you". you express

"I am gonna leave save us both the trouble". Drew says

I take his phone and throw it against the wall. It shatters. Thank God fuck that hoe. Crash out is all you think but let this motherfucker think you're calm and collected.

A few days later

Brian, your best friend, always was in a show with Odessa. You needed a friend that made you feel at home. Both you and Brian made it up together. You met him at an award ceremony and knew he would be family. He was there with you for everything: first Big Movie, First Vogue Magazine Cover, Victoria's Secret shot, and plenty of other amazing accomplishments. He gets you and always supports you through everything. A big brother that you always wanted.

"I really can't believe him, two months away from you, and you would think he was thinking of you, but no, just thinking with his Dick," Brian says, he takes a sip of his wine.

You roll your eyes. "I wanna kill her and him. Everything I gave to that man and sacrificed for him, cheating, was never on my radar for him. Especially with her, like dude, the bitch is all over him 24/7 you would think, hello, he has a girlfriend maybe I should back away and stop trying to fuck him anymore, but no, my boyfriends fucking her in Italy for two months, while his girlfriend is home waiting for him and missing him." you express in disbelief

"If I could take anything back, it would be that boundaries are a major thing, that first night I met her, I should have known that she wanted him all over him and how she would brush me away every time I would speak."

Sitting on the floor with Brian as the TV in the background was just for noise for your ears. Chineses was just ordered, and Brian brought you your favorite red wine and yap session.

"You're perfect, beautiful as people would say," Brian says jokey. He nudges your shoulder, teasing you. "Don't let this silly man drive you crazy you have major things coming for you, accomplished many, and our the people's princess if you have any takeaways with this shit, it would be he lost the baddest bitch he will ever meet. You should be proud of yourself but do not, and I mean I do not let this shit get you off your tracks, major things are happening in your life. Oscar red carpet for Anora, Fenty shoot, and Vanity Fair shoot with Lily-Rose Depp. Life has shit planned for you." He says while hugging you and reassuring you of your worries. "I love you hoe". He nudges you again.

You roll your eyes. "Love you more boo". You hug him

She did what?- Drew Starkey

˚⋆ ୧ ‎ ࣪ Warnings Cheating , Odessa , swearing Summary Hollywood is so overrated, but when Larissa finds out what our beloved Drew is up to, shit hits the fan 💋

The windows are open and the breeze couldn't feel any better.

The past few months have felt way too long. Drew is away filming Queer, and interviews for my new movie Anora have kept us away from each other. Every day felt like agony. I miss my boyfriend.

Calls were answered, Facetimed was longly awaited, and text messages were delivered for hours. You needed date nights in the apartment you bought with wine and your hand and pizza you bought from down the street from both you and Drew's favorite spot.

Your head snaps away from the thought when your phone starts ringing.

"hello," you say, The familiar voice echos in your apartment.

The voice you miss, and want all over you.

"Hi, beautiful," Drew responds, his sweet voice blessing the lonely voice in your apartment. Giggles are filled in the background of the hotel he is staying at, but you ignore it and continue your talking.

"I miss you so much; it hurts," I say while twisting my hair and looking out the window of my apartment. "who are you with," you say nervously.

"No one, it's the TV you hear, I miss you more, baby," He says. He lying; she is in his room, and he staring at her. " I fly back tomorrow night, I can't wait to see you, pretty girl." He says.

You get up and go to the mirror in your room. "I am so excited to see your face and kiss you again, I hate being far away from you". you say. Throwing your hair in a bun and going back to your bed. You feel something going on with him but do not want to ruin the moment you miss his voice.

The girl in his room he knew forever, and rumors always went around with them, Odessa. She was always with Drew. Pogulandia was with him, Paris for Loewe, Disney for her birthday, and New York. And now she is in his bed in Rome. You hated her but how could you express that to Drew when he and her were best friends before you had a relationship with him.

You had your doubts, but you're a people pleaser, you never wanted to upset anyone. You trusted Drew and thought of him highly. Plus, when did he have time for cheating when he was so busy filming.

After 20 minutes, you and Drew ended the call with exchanges with "I love you."

Drew ended the call, " Finally done with her yet, her voice is exhausting," Odessa said. "Stop," Drew expresses. She climbs on him and kisses him. "make me feel good," she says.

9:32 in the morning, Drew woke up and packed for his flight. Odessa left an hour ago to go back to her house. He did feel shame, but in his stupid boy head, he needed familiarity. He had always had a thing with her in secret.

In LA, it's 12:32, 13 more hours to go, and you get to see the love of your life. I missed waking up to him with his bed head and the smell that filled the room, and I missed him in general. 2 months away from him was the longest time they had been separated. 2 months he wasted with her. his free time would be with her.

13 hours later 1:32 pm

At the airport, waiting, counting down the minutes. "He told me 1:30," you whispered to yourself. You see him, and he sees you. you get out of your car and run to him.

"I missed you so much, baby," you say while hugging him. Felt like the world was so silent, and it was only him and you that existed.

He kissed me and whispered in my ear "Miss you more pretty girl" he says. It feels like you are you again, him being with you and you cannot wait to get him home.

The drive home felt like an eternity; it didn't feel real that he was with you. He has been away so long that you could only feel him so far away. He landed his hand on your thigh, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

After he settled in, it's been a couple hours. He was lying down in bed, saying he was jet-lagged.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

His phone was on the nightstand next to you. Do or do not look at his phone. You never look through a boy's phone before. Yes, you trusted Drew, but you have your doubts. What could you possibly find, little did you know...

The contact said Odessa, This fucking bitch. You looked over at Drew. Sleeping Tight, you knew you had time to look at what she said. The Devil is telling me to do it.

"I miss you how you made me feel last night"

"When can you leave her house already, I need you"

You're Gut feeling all your friends talked about having when they have gotten cheated on. You said to yourself you would never feel that. Drew was good to you, no signs, no evidence. Until now, you can't breathe. heartbroken is the feeling you felt.

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⤍ Series ⤌ She did what? 💋 Drew Starkey Part 1 Part 2

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Part one, two, and three → Reader finds out what our beloved Drew has been keeping from her *This series contains smut*

professor's wife - rafe cameron

warnings: hinted smut, cursing

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

"hey, get in line!" a firm hand touched your shoulder, making you halt. you turned your head and it was only at that moment that you saw a long line of queue waiting in front of the office.

"oh no, you might have misunderstood. i'm not a student, i just need to-" you started to explain to the girl in the nicest way possible but she was quick to interrupt you, chewing and popping her chewing gum as she gave you a once-over.

"stop acting dumb." she spat out "if you want to see professor cameron, that's the end of the line." she pointed at the end of the corridor and gave you a light shove to tell you to not waste her time.

you stared astonished at her rude behavior but you didn't want to make a scene in front of all these college students. so you slowly retreated.

"do you think he's married?" the blonde's friend's question caught your attention and you pretended to look through your purse to get to know more.

"who cares. i can have him if i want." she laughed in a high pitched voice as she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt, leaving little to the imagination.

you couldn't believe your ears. but to your surprise, her friends seemed used to her blunt flirting.

suddenly, the door of the office opened, making you jump. all the chatting stopped as their professor walked out of the room.

"professor, i really really need your help." the girl from before almost threw herself on rafe, giving him sweet eyes and making you fume.

he didn't seem to notice her as his eyes immediately landed on your figure, not expecting to see you there.

"honey." he approached you in long fast steps, a smile adorning his face. "what are you doing here? i thought you were taking the boys to school." he lowered his figure to reach your height and pecked your lips.

"well, someone was in a rush this morning and forgot his lunch." you said in embarrassment, your cheeks heating up. there were so many people watching you, which made you fidgety.

the girl's face turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost but she couldn't detach her eyes from you.

"c'mon, let's get inside." he pulled you into his office and dismissed his students with a wave of his hand.

it wasn't your first time at the college where he taught but you've never been to his office.

"im sorry sweetheart, i had no idea you were waiting outside." he mumbled against your lips, only pulling away when he noticed you were out of breath.

you attempted to reply but rafe's lips on your neck and the feeling of his hands all over your body only made you whine.

"rafe, stop." you giggled as he positioned your smaller body on his lap.

"i cant get enough of you, pretty girl." he caressed your cheek, causing you to hide your face in his chest. after all these years together and married, you were still so shy, blushing every time your husband touched you.

you raised your head to steal a curious glance at him and began leaving shy little marks on his neck, feeling him stiff beneath you.

"sweetheart, im not saying that i dont like it but what's gotten you so needy?" he laughed, throwing his head back. you were acting unusual.

in your many years of relationship, rafe was the touchier one. sucking and biting every part of your body.

you felt silly now. and without looking him in the eyes you confessed the scene that unfolded in front of his office just a few minutes earlier.

you expected rafe to laugh in your face but all he did was to grab your face, pulling you in another wet, long kiss.

"fuck, you're so damn cute. my girl is jealous?" he said between kisses. "the only girl i've ever wanted to bend over my desk is and will only be you."

you left the room disheveled, your hair and lipstick messy, with rafe trailing behind you with a proud smile, and everyone could tell what happened, looking away in embarrassment.

it was only when you got home that you realized that you forgot to give your husband his lunch box.

you received a text from rafe "thank you honey, lunch was delicious."

he was so cruel.

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what do you mean i wasn't supposed to start writing right after i watched the mv? too late anyway

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DREW MY LOVE 😍

73 Questions with Vogue || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: just you participating in 73 Questions with Vogue and it goes viral!!!

Warnings: fluff!!!

Word count: 1,935

A/n: It's been so long since I've written a Drew fic!!!!!!! Also I got inspired by my previous acc's fic so if it seems familiar to some of you who followed me from there, don't come at me, I loved the idea too much lol. CAN SOMEONE PLS SEND ME REQUESTS FOR DREW FICS???

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"Hello!" You greet the interviewer with a bright smile, swinging open the door to reveal him and his camera. "Hi, Y/n! Mind if we come in and ask you 73 questions?" he asks, his tone friendly and warm. "Yeah, of course! Come on in," you say, stepping aside and holding the door wide open, gesturing for them to enter as the camera pans through the foyer of your house. The space is beautifully designed, with soft lighting that gives it a cozy, inviting atmosphere.

"Wow, what a gorgeous house you have," the interviewer remarks, his voice filled with genuine awe as his eyes take in the sophisticated yet comfortable décor. "Thank you!" you respond, the compliment warming you as you flash a radiant smile. "Is this your favourite house?" The interviewer asks, already settling into the rhythm of the questions as you lead them down the hallway and into the open-plan living area.

"Yes, it definitely is. It's in my home city, and Charleston means so much to me, just like this house does," you say, your eyes lighting up as you gesture around. The view of the beach through the large windows makes the space feel even more special. "I love the view," the interviewer comments, looking out at the sunset that bathes the room in warm golden light. "The sunset looks amazing from here."

"It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?" you say with a soft chuckle. "I love spending time in this room specifically. It feels like a little sanctuary." You both share a laugh, enjoying the peaceful moment. "What's your morning routine like?" The interviewer asks as the camera follows you through the coastal-themed living room toward the kitchen. You pause for a moment, thinking about your answer.

"I haven't had much of a routine the past few months because of work, but currently, I wake up to a strong cup of coffee and a walk through downtown," you share with a soft smile. "It’s become a little ritual to clear my mind before everything gets too busy." As you stroll through the warm, inviting spaces of your home, the camera captures the personal touches that reflect your personality—a mix of elegance and laid-back comfort.

A question about your career comes next, and you happily share some behind-the-scenes anecdotes from your latest film. "This," you begin, the affection in your tone unmistakable, "is a magnet Sydney gave me when we wrapped filming Immaculate earlier this year." You glance at the picture, a grin spreading across your face. "It’s a photo of the two of us in our nun costumes... let’s just say, not doing very nun-like things." You laugh, the absurdity of the memory still fresh, and hold the magnet up for the camera to focus.

The image shows the two of you mid-laughter, each holding a cigarette with exaggerated defiance, your habits slightly askew, as though caught mid-rebellion. "What's the best compliment you've received?" the interviewer asks, a hint of curiosity in their voice. You pause, your expression thoughtful. "Oh, that's a tough one," you say, your lips curling into a playful smile.

"I think the best compliment I’ve ever gotten was when someone said, 'You're like Meryl Streep… but, you know, with fewer Oscars.’" You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. "It was the kind of backhanded compliment that made me laugh for days." The interviewer laughs along with you. "That’s a good one," he says, clearly entertained. As you make your way towards the outside deck, the interviewer continues with another question. "Texting, calling, or FaceTiming?"

You grin as you lean casually against the railing, looking out at the beach below. "Oh, definitely FaceTiming," you say with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I’m terrible at replying to text messages. I’d much rather see people's live reactions, y’know?" A more personal question comes next, and you smile thoughtfully as the interviewer asks, “How do you handle the pressures of fame?”

You nod, taking a moment before responding. "I lean on my family and friends—they keep me grounded. And I remind myself that pressure is a privilege. It means people care about what I do, and that means a lot." Your voice softens as you speak, the sincerity of your words clear as you step into your home office, showcasing the awards and accolades lining the shelves. The conversation turns to your personal life, and a warm, affectionate smile spreads across your face.

"Congratulations on reaching your two-year anniversary with Drew!" The interviewer says with a grin, and you beam in response. "Thank you!" you reply, your eyes sparkling as you think of him. "Drew is incredible. He’s my biggest supporter, my partner in everything, and honestly, just my favourite person. It’s been such a special journey since starting my career, and I’m so grateful to have him by my side."

"What's the key to a successful relationship?" He asks. You pause as you walk through the hallway, your gaze softening as you think. "I think it’s communication and a lot of patience. No relationship is perfect, but being able to talk things through and genuinely listen to each other makes all the difference." You smile, adding, "Oh, and laughter—if you can laugh together, you can get through just about anything."

The sound of the front door creaking open interrupts the moment, and a familiar voice rings out, instantly making your face light up. "Oh, there’s Drew right now!" you say, smiling brightly as you move toward the foyer. The camera follows you, capturing the scene as Drew enters, with Nellie, your cocker spaniel, bounding beside him. "Hey, baby," He greets you as he slips off his sunglasses, pulling you close for a tender kiss

When he pulls back, his eyes widen slightly as he spots the camera. "Oh, 73 Questions with Vogue?" he asks, a playful grin tugging at his lips. You giggle, nodding your head. "I forgot you were doing that today," he chuckles. “Go ahead, continue your interview," he adds with a fond look before walking off with Nellie. As the camera returns to you, you make your way toward the stairs, glancing over your shoulder to find Drew already on the floor, happily playing with Nellie.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, captured by the camera momentarily fixated on the fleeting connection. "What's something people don’t know about you?" the interviewer asks, pulling you back into the conversation. You pause, thinking for a second. "I’m actually allergic to most flowers," you reveal with a sheepish laugh. "Really? I wouldn’t have known," the interviewer responds, clearly surprised. "Oh, absolutely! When we film Outer Banks, they have to shoot around the flowers, or I'd be a sneezing mess," you confess, casually walking backward while maintaining a steady gaze with the camera.

The tour continues through luxurious walk-in closet, filled with designer attire. “What’s your pet peeve?” You laugh, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Oh, definitely when people chew loudly. It’s like nails on a chalkboard for me. Chase is notorious for doing it on purpose, so I avoid him during my lunch breaks," you add, giggling at the memory. "Where was the best vacation you’ve been taken to?" the interviewer inquires as you step into your shared bedroom with Drew, the ocean stretching out just outside the windows.

"I think I’d have to say Vienna with Drew for my birthday," you say, smiling over your shoulder as you look out at the view. “A song you replay often?” "Hm, I think Charlie, Last Name Wilson," you say with a grin, rifling through the records. "It never gets old, and it’s super catchy." You smile as you pick it out. "Most of you guys would know that this song is also Drew and Austin’s favourite, so we always play it on set," you chuckle. "Does the rest of the Outer Banks cast like it too?" the interviewer asks, laughing along. "They don’t have much choice," you joke with a grin.

"Is there anything from any set that you've taken home with you?" The interviewer asks eagerly. “Oh, I love this question!" you exclaim, opening a drawer to reveal a variety of souvenirs. "This is the bag my character 'Whiskey' from Glass Onion owned," you say, showing off the brown frill bag. "And here’s a pack of Italian cigarettes from Immaculate, they’re just props, by the way," you add with a wink.

You pull out a cowboy hat. "This one’s from Tom on the set of Billy the Kid," you explain. "And this," you say with a smile, holding up a ring on a necklace. "This is Rafe's ring, the one he gave my character." "What a beautiful photo of the two of you," the interviewer notes, pointing to the large black-and-white photo of you and Drew at a Vogue photoshoot above your bed.

"It is! That day was actually so special for us. We both got the call saying we’d been cast in our respective roles that we’d been auditioning for," you explain, your face lighting up with nostalgia. The interviewer then asks about Drew’s upcoming movie. "Speaking of which, Drew’s film Queer is coming out very soon. Are you excited to watch it on the big screen?" "Yes, of course!" you say, your voice full of pride.

"I was so incredibly proud of him when he got the role. He was definitely excited too, especially since it’s, you know, the Luca Guadagnino." You chuckle. "I got the privilege to actually be on set for a bit, and it was amazing. Plus, I got to catch up with Daniel," you mention. "It was really nice to see him again." You smile, the pride evident in your expression as you talk about Drew's accomplishments.

The conversation is interrupted by a gentle knock at the door, and both you and the interviewer turn your attention toward it. Drew’s head peeks around the corner, his grin lighting up the frame as the camera zooms in on him. "I made some iced teas—yours is half and half," he says casually, stepping into the room with a tray holding two glasses. You can’t help but beam as he hands you your drink. "Aww, thanks, babe," you say gratefully, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment as you take the glass.

Drew hands the other glass to the interviewer, who looks pleasantly surprised. "Wow, thank you, Drew!" he says with a wide smile. "Of course," Drew replies warmly before glancing at you. "Let me know if you need anything else," he says, shooting you a quick wink before stepping out of the room. The camera lingers on him for a beat as he walks away, capturing his effortless charm.

You take a sip of the iced tea, the cool, refreshing taste spreading through you as you let out a content sigh. "Is this something you drink often?" the interviewer asks, clearly curious. You nod enthusiastically. "Oh, absolutely. I like mine half and half, and I drink it like 24/7," you say with a chuckle, the glass still in your hand. The interviewer grins before asking a more personal question. "I can tell Drew is very thoughtful. What’s your favourite trait of his?"

You laugh softly, caught off guard by the difficult question. "You can’t make me choose—I love everything about him!" you say with a playful grin, your tone light but sincere. The interviewer chuckles along with you, clearly charmed by your response. "Okay, okay, fair enough. But if you had to pick just one thing that comes to mind?"

You pause for a moment, your expression softening as you think. "Hmmm," you hum, swirling your iced tea absentmindedly. "I love the little things he does," you begin, your voice warm with affection. "Like how he always remembers my coffee order or when he leaves me little notes when I’m on set. It’s those small, thoughtful moments that really mean the most to me."

The camera captures your tender smile, and the interviewer smiles himself, visibly touched by your response. "That’s so sweet," he says, his tone genuine. "It really is," you smile, a soft, almost bashful grin spreading across your face. "He’s the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for," you say, your tone filled with warmth and sincerity.

The interviewer watches you with an amused smile, clearly endeared by the dreamy, almost schoolgirl-like look on your face as you think about Drew.

~

The Vogue 73 Questions interview quickly becomes an internet sensation, captivating fans. It was everywhere. Clips of your candid answers and sweet, unscripted moments—especially the one where Drew casually walked in with iced tea—became the ultimate proof of why you were Hollywood’s darling. Within hours of its release, the hashtag #73QuestionsWithY/n trends worldwide.

The comments section was flooded with fans losing their minds over the glimpse into your life. "Can we talk about how Drew KNOWS her iced tea order by heart? If this isn’t relationship goals, I don’t know what is." "Y/n casually being gorgeous, funny, and real in her Charleston dream home? I’m in love." "The way Drew looked at her when he walked in… I CAN’T. He’s so whipped, and I’m here for it."

Memes circulate, celebrating your witty remarks and playful demeanor, while your thoughtful insights and open vulnerability spark heartfelt discussions. The part where Drew sneaks into the interview with iced tea becomes a fan-favourite, with many dubbing it "the cutest boyfriend moment of the year."

“I love how real she is,” one fan tweeted, accompanied by screenshots of your answer about Drew’s little notes and coffee orders. Another post with a screenshot of you laughing at Drew’s confused “Oh, Vogue’s here” reaction read, “You can just tell they’re best friends. I want a love like this.”

The media couldn’t get enough, either. Everyone from gossip sites to prestigious magazines weighed in on how you’d managed to blend the glamour of your career with the warmth of your personality. The buzz reignites interest in your past projects and elevates anticipation for your upcoming ones. Your social media following soars as fans, old and new, praise your ability to remain grounded despite your success.

Meanwhile, Drew’s small but sweet cameo sparks renewed admiration for your relationship, with countless threads and videos dedicated to celebrating your bond. “Y/n and Drew are proof that true love exists,” one viral tweet declares, garnering thousands of likes and retweets. Another fan edits together a montage of your cutest moments from the interview, set to a romantic song, which quickly racks up millions of views.

Drew couldn’t stop teasing you about how viral the iced tea moment had become. “You’re lucky I didn’t walk in shirtless,” he joked one night as you scrolled through TikTok, finding yet another edit of you two. “Please,” you said, giggling, your hand affectionately stroking Nellie, “half the internet would’ve fainted.” “Half?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I think you’re underestimating me, babe.”

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Waves of Love

Drew Starkey x younger!gf!reader

hi guys this was in my drafts for a long time because i wanted it to be perfect, it’s really important topic!! important to me because i volunteer in many many things, like helping the animals and children and many more things. I do this for a long time, i started when i was 11 and please volunteer help other people or animals!!! it doesn’t cost anything.

word count: 2k? i think

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It was a crisp autumn morning, and the sun was slowly creeping over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Drew sat in the quiet of his trailer, preparing for another long day of shooting for Outer Banks. Though the set was buzzing with the usual pre-production energy, Drew found himself lost in thoughts of his girlfriend, y/n. They had been dating for just over a year, and every day with her felt like a new adventure.

Y/N had always been passionate about animal conservation, especially marine life. She had grown up near the coast, where the ocean was both a playground and a sanctuary. As long as Drew had known her, she had always been at the forefront of causes that advocated for the protection of aquatic animals, often volunteering her time to help with rescue efforts, rehabilitation, and beach clean-ups. Drew admired her dedication and often found himself in awe of how much she cared about making the world a better place, even if it was in small ways that often went unnoticed by the public.

Her latest endeavor was the launch of a foundation that focused on protecting ocean ecosystems and the creatures that lived within them. It had been a long time coming, and she had finally taken the plunge, officially starting her charity. She had a big heart and had poured her soul into the work, determined to make a difference.

Drew was incredibly supportive of her passion, and he knew that, as her boyfriend, his role was not only to be her biggest fan but also to use his platform to bring awareness to her cause.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

Later that day, Drew was on set with his Outer Banks co-stars, Madelyn Cline, Rudy Pankow, and Jonathan Daviss. They were in the middle of filming a scene, but there was a break in between shots, and the cast members gathered in the green room to relax.

As usual, Drew’s phone buzzed with messages from Y/N. He smiled as he read the text she had sent him earlier in the morning:

“Hey babe! Just wanted to let you know the ocean rescue team is getting a big donation today! Feels like a win! Can’t wait to see you later! xx”

Drew felt a swell of pride for her. It wasn’t always easy for people to understand the work she did, but Drew had always been an advocate for her cause, both publicly and privately. He loved watching her shine in ways that were truly meaningful.

Suddenly, a voice broke him from his reverie. It was Madelyn, always the curious one, her eyes lighting up as she spoke.

“Drew, we heard you’ve been pretty vocal about Y/N and her animal rescue foundation lately. What’s that all about? Are you her PR guy now?”

Drew laughed, not at all surprised by the teasing. “No, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud of her,” he said, his voice soft but sincere. “She’s doing something important, something that matters. I’ll always support her.”

Rudy leaned in, ever the supportive friend. “Yeah, dude, we’ve all seen the posts. You’ve been going all out, spreading the word about her foundation. It’s pretty awesome.”

Drew smiled, a mixture of pride and humility showing on his face. “It’s easy when the person you’re supporting is someone like Y/N. She’s amazing. She’s working hard to help the ocean, the creatures, and the people who care about it.”

Madelyn, always curious, grinned. “So, what’s the big push? How can we help?”

Drew looked at his co-stars, then pulled out his phone. “Actually, Y/N sent me this link earlier today,” he said, showing them the website for her foundation, Waves of Hope.

“Here,” he said, scrolling through the site. “There’s a donation link, but she’s also looking for volunteers who can help with rescues and educational programs.”

Jonathan, who had been listening intently, smiled. “I’m down. I mean, I love the ocean, and if we can help, why not?”

Drew’s eyes softened as he gazed at his friends. “Exactly. She’s all about getting as many people involved as possible. Every little bit counts.”

“Hell yeah!” Rudy added. “If there’s one thing I’m passionate about besides acting, it’s the environment. Let’s do it.”

Madelyn was nodding enthusiastically. “I’ll definitely sign up. I mean, how often do we get to help out with something so meaningful?”

The conversation turned to ways they could support the cause, and Drew knew that by having his co-stars on board, it would make a significant difference. The exposure was exactly what Waves of Hope needed, and it would show[Y/N how much Drew’s support meant.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

As the day wore on, Drew kept an eye on social media. He was used to the whirlwind of comments, posts, and questions from fans, but today was different. A post from him had garnered more attention than usual. It was a photo of him and Y/N taken at the beach, a candid shot that captured the joy they shared in each other’s presence.

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drewstarkey : So proud of my girl for all the work she’s doing with Waves of Hope. If you’re looking to make a difference, check out her foundation and find out how you can get involved. The ocean and all its creatures need us now more than ever.

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madelyncline✔︎: Incredible work, Y/N! So proud of you and everything you’re doing for our oceans.

fan88: This is the kind of love and support we all need. So proud of both of you for spreading awareness about this vital cause! 🙌 #OceanConservation

Jonathandaviss✔︎: Keep shining, Y/N, you’re making such a big difference. 💪 #WavesOfHope

fan33: Such a great cause! I just donated and signed up to volunteer! Let’s make a change! 🌱🐬 #WavesOfHope

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The comments were flooding in with fans expressing their support. But what Drew didn’t expect was the media attention that followed. Outlets began to cover his endorsement of Y/N’s cause, with headlines that ranged from the heartwarming to the investigative:

“Drew Starkey Supports Girlfriend’s Ocean Conservation Foundation”

“Outer Banks’ Drew Starkey Shows Off His ‘Real’ Side with Emotional Support for Girlfriend’s Charity”

“Drew Starkey: From On-Screen Hero to Real-Life Advocate for Marine Life”

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

As expected, the next day, Drew found himself in front of a reporter for an interview that was mostly focused on his latest projects and the upcoming season of Outer Banks. But, of course, the subject of his relationship with Y/N and her work came up as well.

“So, Drew,” the interviewer began, “there’s been a lot of buzz about your relationship with Y/N, and we’ve noticed that you’ve been using your platform to promote her foundation, Waves of Hope. What made you decide to get so involved in supporting her cause?”

Drew took a moment before answering. He wasn’t one to shy away from talking about the people he cared about, especially Y/N. “Y/N has a passion for the ocean and marine life that I’ve never seen before. She’s out there working tirelessly to make a real difference. It’s an honor to support her in any way I can.”

He smiled, his pride for her evident. “We all need to do our part to protect the planet, especially the oceans. They’re so important, not just for the creatures that live there, but for the health of our entire world. I’m just happy to be a small part of what she’s doing.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly impressed with Drew’s words. “That’s incredible. It seems like you’re encouraging others to get involved too. Is that something you’re passionate about?”

“I believe in using your platform for good,” Drew said, looking directly at the camera. “If I can help raise awareness and encourage others to take action, even in small ways, then I think it’s worth it.”

The interviewer nodded. “We love seeing you so supportive of Y/N. You’ve been pretty vocal on social media about her foundation as well.”

Drew chuckled. “What can I say? I’m proud of her. And I know she’s doing something important, so it’s easy to get behind.”

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

As the weeks went by, Drew continued to show his support for Y/N and her foundation. The media attention eventually simmered down, but the momentum for Waves of Hope had only grown. Fans who had never considered supporting environmental causes were now signing up to volunteer, donating, and spreading the word about the importance of ocean conservation.

For Y/N, the success of her foundation was a dream come true, but it wasn’t without its challenges. Running a charity was no easy feat, and there were times when she felt overwhelmed by the demands of it all. That’s when Drew stepped in, offering a steady hand and a listening ear. He was always there when she needed him, whether it was for a quiet evening at home to recharge or a public appearance to help raise funds.

One evening, after a particularly successful fundraiser, Drew and Y/N were sitting on the beach, watching the waves crash against the shore. It was their favorite spot to unwind, and as the night sky enveloped them in its peaceful embrace, Drew turned to her.

“You did it, babe,” he said softly. “You’ve really made an impact.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve always had my back.”

Drew leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. “Always.”

As they sat together in the calm of the night, the ocean whispering around them, Drew realized just how much he had fallen for Y/N. Her passion, her drive, and her unwavering commitment to making the world a better place were just some of the things that made her the woman he loved.

love y’all!!!!💗

I read this atleast once a week

public eye (drew starkey x fem!reader)

pairing: drew starkey x reader

warnings: none, all cute shiz and some sexy moments. ;) shotgunning smoke, make out.

summary: all the times the public thought the two of you were dating, and the one time they knew.

a/n: sorry I've been on such a long break, life got a bit busy recently but i'm hoping to get back into writing - especially for drew! also sorry if the use of arse scares anyone - im british x

requests open!

word count: 1.8k

You and Drew has always been close. The cast were aware, the fans were aware. Ever since season one of Outer Banks came out, and both of your statuses grew, people began to dig. Your relationship friendship dated all the way back to your teenage years, doing multiple high school theatre shows together, and going on to attend the same University.

This also meant that there were a lot of photos and videos of the two of you being stupid kids, and while you had never explicitly said you were dating, even denying it to this day, there were early on suspicions.

A main one being the hundreds of photos together at family events, arms wrapped around each other, in some his jacket thrown over your shoulders as weddings went on into the night.

Though, the more incriminating stuff came much more recently, as now people knew who you were and so what was and wasn't posted was no longer in your control.

→ Sleeping Angels

The first video to cause rumours was posted onto Chase's story. It was short, only fifteen seconds or so, meaning no one was really concerned about what it might cause.

It was clearly from the set of OBX as the trailer surrounding you was littered with both cast and crew members, all shuffling around while you and drew were the complete contrast.

The pair of you were lying (quite comfortably) on a leather l-shaped sofa in the corner of the room. You could hear what you assumed to be Chase and Rudy giggling as they approached, laughing at how tightly Drew held you to him.

You were wrapped closely into his chest, arms lying softly on his wait while on of his held the back of your head, the other tucked under your t-shirt (which was actually your characters wardrobe and not your own) sitting on your back.

They couldn't see your face, but judging by Drew's closed eyes they could assume you were asleep.

Ever so gently the boys began to take gummy worms from their pockets. Each placing one in both of Drew's ears, and finally one was wedged into his mouth which woke him up.

At first, he was confused, looking down at you but upon seeing you still asleep his eyes looked up, squinting to avoid the lights. Unable to hide their humour at the situation anymore Chase and Rudy burst into laughter, Drew joining but much quieter due to his sleepy state as he threw the gummy worms back at the pair.

The removal of his hand on your back is what brought you back to the non-sleeping world. Hearing a mumbled 'fuck off' from Drew as he smiled at the two boys.

"What's happening?" You mumbled, utterly confused, hair sticking up in every direction and Drew quickly attempted to smooth it down maintaining your dignity as you were filmed.

"Nothing. Ignore these idiots ba-." The camera quickly shut off, leaving the viewers intrigued. What had Drew been about to say? Was it an accident? It was all unclear.

Of course with obsessed fans it didn't take long for rumours to fly, the main one being that the words coming out of his mouth were to be 'baby'. They were right. Thought you wouldn't tell them that, not yet at least.

→ Poguelandia

The next clip to blow up and cause hysteria was the two of you at the Outer Banks season three event 'Poguelandia'. You had arrived together and explored together, alongside Austin, your arm linked through the two boys'.

You talked to fans, played minigames and drank. Drank a lot. Which you blamed for your obliviousness when acting a bit too close to Drew for someone who wasn't dating him. To be fair, he also could've avoided it and yet neither of you did.

It happened as the cast and close friends stood atop the exclusive stage, all singing and dancing together as bands played - especially when 'Left hand free' came on.

You mostly behaved for the first twenty minutes, dancing with Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia but soon you wanted to spend some time with Drew, tending to get clingy when tipsy.

You began your walk over as the video begun, Madelyn attempting to grab your arm but it was a futile attempt as now, with him in your sights, you were determined.

The girls looked concerned before Austin- who was stood with Drew- leaned over and whispered something to them all, waving off their concern as they continued to dance and the camera now panned to you and the much taller boy.

You were talking, pressed against the edge of the silver fence which kept you from falling as the crowd kept growing around you.

As you got bumped by an unknown person Drew wrapped his arm around your waist, offering you a sip of his drink which you gladly took but soon regretted as you realised it was beer.

He chuckled with a smirk already knowing you didn't like it. Then he said something, but as the camera was miles away the viewers began to assume, and being reasonable, it did look awfully similar to 'sorry, sweetheart' before you received a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Soon after you joking turned away in annoyance, facing the stage and beginning to sway, your front pressed against the fence, back against Drew's stomach. He wrapped his hand around your waist, beginning to sway with you and you could tell the Filmer subtly freaked out as the camera jolted for a few seconds before it zoomed in further.

It showed Austin wide eyed as he searched the crowd for anyone watching. Not seeing anyone he shrugged taking a sip from his plastic cup before once again dancing with a smile.

Unfortunately, he had been wrong and once again your and Drew's relationship was being speculated.

→ Italy

The final clip of you and Drew which went viral without real confirmation of anything more than a close friendship was while he was filming in Italy.

After being spotted out and about alone for months, suddenly you appeared by his side wearing a pretty sundress, once again arm linked through his.

He wore a cap and you both wear sunglasses, looking like typical celebrities avoiding being spotted, though now it was known he had been here for months it was near impossible.

You were stood calmly in a corner attempting to navigate the way to a restaurant you were going to try when a small group of girls approached you both.

They explained they were big fans of Outer Banks and both of your characters in said show, asking very politely for a photograph in their adorable Italian accents.

They began screen recording in order to be able to capture the whole interaction, as fans often did and it was decided you would take the photo as you were in the middle, the girls on one side, drew on the other.

The viewers watched as you took the phone, hand briefly passing the camera showing a thick silver band ring, in it was a delicately carved cursive 'D'.

As soon as the girls watched the video back and saw it they posted the video to Tik Tok, it garnering as much attention as you imagined it would when showing something so potentially interesting.

What they didn't expect, however, was the further observations. The most major being the necklace that had been in almost every photo of Drews for the past few years, the charm which hung from the end now looked weirdly similar to your necklace, and the viewers couldn't help but wonder if it was a matching one of his own, with your initial carved instead of his.

It was.

→ The Conformation.

The final and real proof to all the fans who suspected you and Drew may be together was a video of the two of you at a cast night out in South Carolina at a club.

The two of you were stood outside of said club, clearly trying to cool down as both of you faces were red, Drew's shirt unbuttoned at the top, his chest rosy must like his cheeks.

He was leant against the wall of the club, legs wide as you stood between them, hands placed on his hips ever so slightly holding his shirt between your fingers.

Your dress which was black and almost fully covered in diamonds shimmered under the moonlight and you could see mouth something along the lines of 'you look beautiful' followed by you leaning forward, burying your smiling face into his neck.

His hand, which wasn't holding a lit cigarette came up to hold the back of your head, throwing his own back against the bricks in a laugh, clearly finding your bashfulness cute.

Soon enough the conversation turned from casual to flirty, body language changing in a way so blatant, you could tell from the other side of the screen.

Your hands moved from his waist to around his neck, hands linked behind his head as his spare hand held your waist, thumb soothing over the fabric covered skin every once in a while.

Realising his cigarette had been left unattended for a while, Drew brought it up to his lips, inhaling deeply. A wordless conversation ensued between the two of you as he brought you closer, mouths inches from each other as he exhaled into your mouth.

The smirk was evident on his lips as you blew the smoke from yours in turn, quickly pulling you in once again - this time your mouths connecting in a speedy rhythm.

You struggled to keep up due to his height, stretching onto your tip toes even in the platform boots you had put on for this very reason. He realised this, laughing, eyes still closed and lips still next to yours as he decided to lean down further to meet you instead.

As the kiss grew more intense, tongues now making appearance and putting on a show for the whole street, his hands reached down (having long since threw the cigarette to the ground) holding your arse between his palms.

Sadly, your moment was put to an end as a relieved looking JD ran out of the clubs door, seeing the two of you.

He patted you on the back, a blush covering his cheeks - from the heat or the intrusion it was unclear - and said something to the two of you before leaving and giving you a moment to gather yourselves.

You both stood up fixing your postures and straightening each others clothes before you shared one final peck, soon after heading inside, hands entangled.

Soon after, the video was posted onto every single social media platform with the caption, Y/N L/N AND DREW STARKEY MAKE IT OFFICAL DURING STEAMY KISS OUTSIDE SOUTH CAROLINA CLUB.

If only they knew you had been dating for years and this was most definitely not the first 'steamy kiss' the two of you had shared.

SO CUTE

actress!reader visits drew on the obx set

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Y/n gripped onto the golf cart as they pulled onto the property they were shooting on that day: a beach filled with kooks and pogues, all lounging about on the sand and floating on their surfboards in the soft lull of the ocean. They came to a halt, a short while back from where the cameras and crew sat, before continuing on foot.

“Y/n!” Madelyn whispered loudly, waving at y/n excitedly as they approached the set. Y/n smiled, waving back at her before settling underneath one of the umbrellas situated in the sand.

“Alright, Rafe and Sofia, action!” One of the directors shouted. Y/n’s eyes finally locked on who she had been thinking about the entire ride to the beach; there, with a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose, sat Drew. The sun glistened off of his skin and fresh buzz cut in a way that made y/n’s cheeks flush in the hot, Carolina sun.

“You should talk to her, Rafe.” Fiona, or rather Sofia, said, squinting to look up towards Drew. Drew ran a hand over his buzzed hair, a gruff-Rafe Cameron expression on his face.

“If she talks to me.” Drew said gruffly, slinging an arm around Fiona’s shoulders. She sunk into his side, resting her cheek on Drew’s broad chest. The two of them looked over past the camera where the Twinkie sat for a moment before turning to walk back towards the Jeep parked behind them. As they walked together through the sand, they talked to each other quietly, Fiona laughing as Drew pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Drew was an actor, and a professional one at that, but something about seeing him be with someone else like that made all rational thinking leave y/n’s mind. She trusted him, of course, and she trusted Fiona… so why was she feeling so weird?

“Cut! That’s… good! We’re good! Thanks everyone.” The director shouted, the slew of extras letting out a holler. Drew removed his arm from Fiona’s shoulders, the two of them taking a measured step away from each other before turning back towards the camera. Once Drew’s eyes locked with her own, a huge grin broke out on his face. Nearly stumbling in the sand, Drew took off at a sprint straight towards y/n. Once he met her, he caught her in a hug, lifting her off her feet as he kissed her slowly.

Chase let out a holler, finally breaking the moment between the two of them as Drew sat y/n back onto the ground. He looked down at her, sliding his sunglasses on top of his head to look at her more clearly. The sun was reflecting beautifully off her skin, making her almost glisten in the salty air.

“Jesus I missed you so fucking much.” Drew groaned, pressing yet another kiss to y/n’s lips, causing her to grin.

“I haven’t seen him smile that much all week.” JD commented, causing Drew to roll his eyes as his cheeks turned a light pink.

“Sorry that I love my girlfriend.” Drew said with a cheeky grin, pulling y/n into his side. Y/n giggled, her arm snaking around Drew’s midsection comfortably.

“He’s not allowed to have any fun without me. None of you are.” Y/n teased, pointing between the cast playfully.

“You must be y/n?” A voice said from behind y/n and Drew, the two of them turning to see Fiona. Her hair was blowing softly in the wind, framing her tanned skin and perfect, glittering smile.

“Uh, yeah.” Y/n swallowed, her eyes stuck on the positively radiant girl in front of her. It’s not like she was “sizing her up” or anything, of course she knew she wasn’t competition, but something about her made her head spin. Could she even blame Drew if he liked this girl? I mean she was beautiful, talented, and had such a glowing presence to her…

“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” Fiona grinned, glancing between y/n and Drew as she spoke. Drew nodded as y/n subconsciously pulled him closer to her.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” y/n said. “It’s a shame we didn’t cross paths when I was still hanging around this set.”

“Oh, you miss filming with these dumbasses?” Drew nudged y/n playfully, gesturing towards Chase and Rudy as they chased JD with a clump of some sort of sea moss.

“Maybe a little bit,” y/n looked up at Drew. “I definitely miss filming with you.”

“Well, Drew is a great friend and I’m so happy I got to meet the woman he talks about all the time.” Fiona said with one last smile and wave before heading off the beach. Y/n watched as she walked, stopping to any of the crew members or extras that looked her way, greeting each of them with the same bright smile and lively attitude.

“Hello?” Drew said, finally pulling y/n out of her own racing thoughts. She looked back towards him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hmm?” She hummed, causing a smirk to dance across Drew’s lips.

“Ahh, I see what it is.” Drew nodded to himself as the two of them walked towards the water.

“What?” Y/n asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Drew shrugged, looking out at the waves as he lowered his sunglasses back down.

“What?” Y/n asked again, hitting Drew lightly with her hip. Drew dramatically stumbled to the side with a faux gasp before straightening himself back with a wide smile.

“Somebody is jealous.” Drew said with a small raise of his eyebrows.

“What?!” Y/n nearly shouted. “I am not—”

“Hey, it’s fine. I get it, it’s not… easy to see.” Drew looked down at her.

“I…” Y/n’s response fell as she tilted her head back with a groan of realization. Shit. Maybe he was right, maybe she was jealous. Yes, every rational part of her brain told her it was fine, it was just his job (hell, she had to do it too), but still that little part ate away at her…

“Hey, look at me,” Drew said, his hand slipping off y/n’s shoulder to grab one of her hands. She looked at him, a feeling of embarrassment washing over her at the thoughts she had allowed to get to her.

“I promise you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about,” Drew said, pressing a kiss to y/n’s temple. “Fiona is great, but she’s no you, a’ight? Nobody ever could be. Nobody.”

A smile crept onto y/n’s cheeks before Drew pulled her into an intoxicating hug. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the familiar shape of his body and inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“I love you…” Drew said as the two of them finally pulled away, his arms still holding her against his chest. Y/n grinned at him before moving to rest her cheek against his chest, the sound of his heart beating steadily in her ear reminding her of what was true. What was real: all the memories and happiness she shared with the man right in front of her. The man who she was hopelessly, head over heels in love with… just like he was with her.

“... even when you get jealous.” Drew added, pinching y/n’s side playfully, causing her to giggle.

“I love you.” Y/n said, the two of them taking in the soft lull of the ocean in eachothers arms, any thoughts of jealousy or anyone else long gone.

Luv of how intentionally petty Rage seems

Never say never || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: thank u for the request I love it!! @ghostlythinggoingaround

Warnings: swearing, sofia is insecure abt herself. other than that, nothing really

Word count: 1,317

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

"Who are you looking at?" JJ asked, his curiosity piqued as he followed Sofia's intense gaze across the room. His eyes landed on Rafe, who stood by the pool table, exuding his usual air of arrogance. JJ let out a loud sigh and turned back to Sofia, concern etched on his face.

"Sof, you gotta stop," he said, frowning deeply. Sofia looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her hands mechanically wiping the glasses clean behind the bar. "Stop with what?" she asked, her voice tinged with feigned ignorance.

"Thinking you have a chance with Rafe," JJ replied bluntly. Sofia's hands paused for a brief moment before she resumed her task, her shoulders tensing. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that—well, I did, but—" JJ stammered, his voice trailing off as he noticed the sadness clouding her eyes.

He sighed heavily, "Rafe doesn't do relationships, you know that, right? He'll string you along and then break your heart. Besides, he's a jackass." JJ scoffed, his eyes flicking back to Rafe, who was now laughing loudly with a group of friends.

"Who's a jackass?" a familiar voice chimed in from behind them. JJ and Sofia turned to find Sarah, John B, and Pope approaching the bar. Sarah settled into a bar stool beside JJ, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Your brother," JJ stated, his tone flat. Sarah snorted, rolling her eyes dramatically. "He's worse, trust me," she said, her eyes shifting to Sofia with a knowing look. "Don't tell me you still like Rafe?" Sarah raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with incredulity.

Sofia swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sof—" Sarah began, but Sofia cut her off. "Don't. JJ's already said enough," she sighed, placing the last glass back on the rack before leaning against the counter, her posture defeated. "I just don't understand why he doesn't do relationships."

"Commitment issues, probably," Pope suggested, his eyes following the group's collective gaze towards Rafe, who was in conversation with Topper. "He's got way more issues—" John B started, but Sofia shushed him urgently.

"Stop, he's coming this way!" she whisper-yelled, quickly pretending to be busy as Rafe sauntered over. Rafe walked past them all without a second glance, his attention solely focused on the bartender at the far end of the counter. Sofia took a deep breath, mustering her courage as she approached him, ready to offer her service.

But just as she reached him, Rafe glanced her way, his expression indifferent, and turned to the other bartender to place his order. Sofia's heart sank, and she turned back to her friends, who were watching her with sympathetic eyes.

"See? He's an asshole, Sof. Don't waste your time on him," Sarah advised, her voice softening as she watched Sofia's sullen expression. "I guess," Sofia murmured, her gaze lingering on Rafe for a moment longer.

~

"What time do you get off? I was thinking we could have a fire tonight and have drinks at the chateau," John B suggested, leaning casually against the bar. "I'll be off at seven, and that sounds great," Sofia replied with a bright smile. The others chimed in with their agreement, the excitement of the plan evident in their voices.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sofia noticed you standing by the counter, catching her attention. "I'll be back," she said to her friends, making her way over to you with a welcoming smile. "Hey, can I get you something?" Sofia asked, her eyes meeting yours as you lifted your gaze from your phone, a friendly smile on your lips.

"Hi! Can I just get a Long Island Iced Tea, please?" you replied. "Sure, coming right up," she said, her smile widening as she turned to prepare the drink. As she mixed the ingredients, Sofia couldn't help but steal glances at you. Your natural beauty seemed effortless, and she felt a pang of envy. Your perfectly styled hair, flawless skin, and confident demeanor made her acutely aware of her own insecurities.

"That's a gorgeous necklace you got there," Sofia remarked, her eyes lingering on the shimmering pendant that caught the light with every movement. You smiled warmly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to toy with the delicate chain. Sofia's gaze remained fixed, silently estimating its worth and admiring its intricate design.

"Thanks, my boyfriend gave it to me for my birthday," you chuckled, a note of fondness in your voice. Sofia nodded with a smile, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of envy. She turned back to prepare your drink, but you called out, "Babe, did you want anything?"

Sofia's eyes widened in surprise as she turned and saw Rafe standing beside you, his arm protectively draped over your shoulder. "Whatever you're getting," he replied smoothly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You smiled at Sofia, who struggled to mask her shock and disbelief.

"Can I get another one, please?" you asked, your tone polite and cheerful. Sofia's eyes darted between you and Rafe, her heart sinking as she realized the truth: your boyfriend was Rafe, the guy who supposedly never did relationships. The realization hit her hard, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Rafe noticed the awkward silence and turned his attention to Sofia, who still held your drink. "Are you just gonna stand there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of impatience.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. "Don't be rude," you whispered to him, trying to diffuse the tension. Snapping out of her daze, Sofia mumbled, "Sorry," and placed your drink on the counter with a clatter, spilling some of its contents in her haste.

As she prepared the next drink, Sofia couldn't help but eavesdrop on your conversation with Rafe. "Do you wanna do anything this afternoon?" Rafe asked, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. "Got any ideas?" you chuckled, resting your hands on his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"Could take the boat out and have dinner?" he suggested, causing your smile to widen with excitement. "That sounds great—" you began, but were interrupted by a loud thud. "There's your drink," Sofia said, pushing the glass toward you with a bit more force than intended. You thanked her and reached for your card, but Rafe quickly swatted your hand away.

"Don't even," Rafe said playfully, making you sigh jokingly. "Rafe—" you started, but he cut you off, chuckling. "You know to just put it on my tab." Sofia's annoyance bubbled over, her fingers tapping rapidly on the counter in frustration. "Just put it on my tab, Cameron," Rafe repeated, not even glancing at her as he took both drinks.

“Thanks again,” you said with a polite smile to Sofia before walking off with Rafe. From behind the bar, Sofia watched with a mix of emotions as you settled onto Rafe’s lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. Laughter bubbled up between you, triggered by something one of your friends said, a scene that ignited jealousy and heartache in Sofia.

She exhaled shakily before returning to her friends, attempting to distract herself from the sight. Unbeknownst to Sofia, her friends had witnessed the entire scene. “Did you not know?” Sofia asked Sarah, wiping down the bar in an effort to focus her thoughts. Sarah hesitated before responding, her expression conflicted. “I did…” she trailed off.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sofia’s voice quivered with confusion and hurt, her brows furrowing. “I didn’t know they were together!” Sarah’s voice was defensive yet apologetic. “I thought they were just hooking up, but I guess not…” She shrugged, a look of regret crossing her face.

“How long?” Sofia finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. Sarah hesitated, meeting Sofia’s gaze for a fleeting moment before answering, “About a month, now?” Sofia fell silent, her lips pressed tightly together as she struggled to maintain her composure. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them spill over.

“Shit. They’re even matching clothes and everything,” Pope muttered under his breath, the disbelief evident in his voice. His words were abruptly silenced by a firm slap from John B on his chest.

“Sofia…” JJ began, his tone soft and filled with concern. But Sofia, determined not to let her emotions show, dismissed him with a wave of her hand. A solitary tear had slipped down her cheek, betraying her true feelings, which she quickly wiped away.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “They look good together anyway,” she added, casting a fleeting glance at you and Rafe. The sight of you both seemed to sting, but she tried to mask it.

Clearing her throat, Sofia straightened up, striving to maintain her composure. “I’m just gonna go back to work,” she said, her voice steadying as she turned away. With a final, determined breath, she walked off, leaving her friends behind, trying to hold herself together.

IN MY HEAD

PT 2

rafe cameron x kookfem!blackreader

Warnings: Angst

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you didn't expect to see him so soon, not after what he did.His hands in his pockets and a nervous look on his face. As he approached, where you were, you could see popes reaction to him. His cool demeanour changed to uneasy, uncertainty painted on his face.

" You have a lot of nerve showing up here, rafe," your tone cold and harsh

" Listen, I need to talk to you please y/n," he said guilt laced in his tone.

" No rafe, you made your choice ." you say standing up.

"Listen y/n I- I never wanted you to find out this way. it all happened so fast. She was there when I needed someone," he said, stepping closer to you.

"And I wasn't?i was the one you came to when you and ward would go at it, i was the one taking care of you when you where coked out of your fucking mind ,I was there when he died i held you in my arms, me!" you say tears streaming down your face.

"But u went behind my back and slept with my best friend. How shallow can you go" shaking your head

" I- I know ok, I just needed a fresh start, someone who wouldn't remind me of my past, ok," he said, running his hands through his hair.

"A fresh start rafe really wow. I was so stupid to believe you changed," you say, shaking your head and laughing sarcastically.

"y/n, please, I know I made a mistake of doing that to you, but my feelings for her are real ok she makes me happy," he says, looking at you.

"And i didn't rafe hm? how about you go to hell and take sofia with you," you say walking away from him "sorry u had to see all of that," u say, looking at pope then rafe as you walk away.

leaving both of them watching you walk away. " fuck I have to get my stuff from rafes house," you say groaning " fuck my life," you thought, as you walked aimlessly around the beach.

IN MY HEAD

rafe cameron x kookfem!black reader

warnings: angst,cheating

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The beach was quiet today apart from the sound of the waves, it was peaceful far from what you came from , you loved him u did you've been with him since his coke days , his constant lashing out , his father , all of it u were there.

what you couldn't seem to understand is why, why he would give up on you so easily. Why would he do this.

you two were perfect, right? he changed for the better for you, or that was a version you created in your head that you tried to but couldn't fix.

Earlier that day

"Rafe , I'm home i-," You say opening the door

you're suddenly interrupted by soft laughter. listening where the sound is from, you approached the room , opening the door.

shock written all over your face , a mixture of confusion , sadness, and anger welling up inside you the scene in front of you, unforgettable.

Your boyfriend and close friend , sofia in each others embrace kissing and teasing each other both bright smiles on their faces. 'He's never look at me like that,' u thought.

" Rafe , sofia," You croak out , tears welling in your eyes

" y/n,I-," sofia says, a look of pure horror on her face.

" y/n wait, listen -" rafe calls, but before you can hear what he said, you ran out of the house, drowning him out with your own thoughts.

present

That's how you found yourself here , head in your hands, questioning your worth whether you're good enough or not, but all your thoughts are interrupted by a cough.

you look up only to find none other than pope Heyward looking down at you, with an akward smile.

" Hey uh, are you ok ?" he asks you, rubbing the back of his head.

"No, I'm not. Can't you see that? My mascara is running, and I'm at the beach by myself, crying," you say agitated

he lifts his arms with an apologetic look on his face

"I'm sorry I- I'm going through something right now, and I'm just mad at myself for not seeing right through it ," you say with a hoarse voice from crying. Flash backs of lingering looks and not so friendly touches from rafe and sofia crossed ur mind amplifying the hurt you felt

" I get it," he says, looking towards the ocean.

just then, the grumbling of an engine interrupts the quiet moment, with a familiar face in the vehicle.

Cart girl || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: you meet Rafe during one of your shifts as a beverage cart girl.

Warnings: swearing idk what else

Word count: 797

A/n: beverage cart girls kept popping up on my fyp and I thought I might aswell 😂

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

“She new?” Rafe cocks his head towards your direction before swinging his club. Kelce and Topper both look to where Rafe was referring to, spotting you surrounded by a few other golfers.

“The beverage cart girl?” Topper questions as Rafe hums. “Can’t say I’ve seen her around before,” Topper says as the three boys watch you from afar. “Shit, she’s coming our way,” Kelce comments turning around to hide the fact the fact that he was watching as Topper looks away briefly.

“Hey, you guys want anything to drink or snack on?” you ask with a bright smile, lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the glaring afternoon sun. The three boys look up from their conversation, momentarily taken aback by your friendly demeanor.

“Yeah—uh, you guys want anything?” Rafe repeats the question to Kelce and Topper, who both nod enthusiastically. “Three Westbrooks, thanks,” Rafe says, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity as his eyes linger on you.

“Sure,” you reply, stepping out of your cart. Rafe’s gaze follows your movements intently, his eyes raking over you in a way that doesn’t go unnoticed. He exchanges a smirk with Kelce and Topper, who try to conceal their grins, clearly amused by Rafe’s reaction.

“How’s your guys’ day been?” you ask sweetly, your voice filled with genuine interest as you reach for the three cans of Westbrook. “Yeah, yeah, good,” Rafe responds quickly, almost too quickly. “You new around here?” he adds, scratching the back of his neck, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Uh, not really. I usually do morning shifts, but I’ve switched to afternoons,” you explain, handing them each a can, your fingers brushing Rafe’s briefly. “Cool,” Rafe nods, his eyes never leaving yours, the smirk still playing on his lips.

“Cash or card?” you ask, holding a small notepad ready to jot down their payment details. “Just put it on my tab. It’s Cameron,” Rafe replies confidently, his smirk widening as he notices the moment of recognition in your eyes. “Cameron?” you repeat, locking eyes with him, the name ringing a bell.

Your eyes rake over his features, taking in his confident smirk and the way he holds himself. Tilting your head the tiniest bit, you say, “Well, have a good rest of your day, guys.” You offer a warm smile before turning around and climbing back into your cart.

As you start the engine and drive away, you hear Kelce exclaim, “Fuck, she’s hot, dude,” while slapping Rafe’s chest. Rafe chuckles, his eyes fixed on your cart as it disappears into the distance.

“Yeah, she definitely is,” Rafe murmurs, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watches you leave. Topper shakes his head, laughing softly, trying to hide his amusement. “Think she’ll be around for the afternoon shifts more often?” Topper asks, glancing at Rafe. “Hope so,” Rafe replies, eyes still lingering on you.

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“Y’know, the craziest thing happened to me yesterday afternoon,” you say absentmindedly, sipping on your fruity drink as you watch him line up his shot. His focus on the golf ball is intense, but he pauses for a moment, intrigued by your comment.

“Hmm? What happened, baby?” he replies, turning to make his way towards you. He presses a quick kiss on your lips before reaching over you to grab another club from the bag.

“I met your son,” you say, swirling the straw in your drink with your finger. Ward looks at you, his expression curious. “You saw Rafe?” he repeats, his tone carrying a mix of surprise and interest. “Yeah,” you hum in confirmation. “He’s quite good-looking, takes after his father,” you add with a smirk, watching as Ward chuckles and throws his head back in laughter.

“He’s a coke addict, baby. Best you don’t involve yourself with him, he’s trouble,” Ward warns, his thumb rubbing gently against your bottom lip. His touch is tender, but his words are firm. You stare up at him, undeterred. “He was nice to me,” you shrug, recalling the encounter.

“That’s because you’re a good-looking girl,” Ward says, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and admiration “You think so?” you ask, your smirk growing. Ward chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. “I know so.”

As Ward returns to his game, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Rafe. There was something about him that intrigued you and you couldn’t help but purposely run into him around the course.

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✦ ALL I SEE IS RED LIGHTS / ALL I SEE IS DARKNESS { sequel. / II }

✦ PAWN { one shot }

✦ RIBBONS { one shot }

✦ COTTON CANDY POSITIONS { headcanon }

✦ THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

       ꒰ series ꒱

෴ THE APPENDAGE { MARVEL & OUTER BANKS crossover }

Hello, I just recently discovered your blog and oh my! Your works are so amazing! I think you are a fantastic writer,keep it up!

I was thinking maybe you could write a Rafe C. fic based on the prompt number 1.(Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.) i think that prompt has strong Rafe vibes. Maybe he hurt reader so bad and she's trying not to anger him even more so she cleans the mess or maybe he made her clean it(threatened he will hurt her even more)

It is completely okay if you can't or won't write it please do not feel pressured

‧𓍢ִ໋ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒

girlfriend.ᐟreader && dark.ᐟrafe cameron

CONTENT WARNING(S)

You widen your eyes at the crimson droplets that stain the cold, golden veined marble. The polished surface mirrors your tearful eyes and, right under the right one, a deep cut is adorning your cheekbone.

You haven't even realized you were bleeding, the flesh of your face feels numb.

"Shit!", Rafe yells, and the awfully loud sound makes your whole body jump. He shakes his hand in pain, knuckles visibly reddened, and his rings are slightly pink from the blood of your wound.

Mindlessly, you try to crawl further from Rafe, which is now cursing out loud at you. "Why do you always make me be like this? You're supposed to shut the fuck up and be by my side!", he growls, lip twitching in disgust as he looks down at you. "But no, you had to play the good samaritan."

He is angry at you that you were on Sarah's side. Your heart broke when you heard Rafe, your boyfriend, tried to literally drown her, so, of course you had to say something to him, you had to confront him. And, of course, that would get you all bloodied and bruised.

"God...", Rafe grunts, wiping at his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Great, now I look like i'm the bad fuckin' guy again, huh?".

You flinch at his words, a stray tear running down on your throbbing cheek again.

His eyes shoot up at you, his wild gaze now stern and fixed on your shaky being. His gaze freezes the blood in your veins. Rafe was always unpredictable and that makes his disorders of behavior even worse and more terrifying.

Your whole body tenses, not knowing what to expect next. But instead of approaching you, Rafe's eyes dart towards the floor and you can see his brows furrowing. Pit settles in your stomach as you realize his eyes have fallen on the blood. Your blood.

"C'mhere...", he commands and you whimper, shaking your head. "Come. Here.", Rafe repeats and you slowly crawl towards his feet.

Your eyes raise and catch your boyfriend flaring his nostrils. His hand fists in your and you cry out. "That’s your fault.", he growls, nodding his head towads the stain of crimson liquid. "So, if I step in fuckin' blood, I'll make sure there's more of it pretty fast.", he finishes, releasing your hair with a disgusted push.

"Clean that shit up.", Rafe finishes, walking outside. You wipe the blood away with your sleeve, watching the color spread on the soft, clean fabric.

MY NOTES: thank you for the encouragement, you genuinely do not know how much your words mean to me, nonnie. I love you sm! Hope you enjoy this and thank u for requesting

OKAY SO when the last on ended it could pick up from there and he ties her up in a room. Then they get to where their going to and she tries to get away from him but he finds her. Then brings her back to the house and torture her ( idk if u write for that ) or he just ties her up in the basement and just leaves her there for a while idk <3

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๛༊ 𝒲ARNINGS: This work contains dark themes such as dv + mentions of; NONCON (rape); heavy violence (on reader and others); mentions of murder; abusive relationship; and possibly more. MNDI, 18+ ; IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MY CONTENT, DO NOT INTERACT.

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๛༊ CATEGORY: A RAFE CAMERON DRABBLE | RAFE'S 𝓜ASTERLIST |

๛༊ MY NOTES: this is the sequel of '𝒜ll ℐ see is ℛed ℒights'. thank you all for reading and giving me so much love, I feel blessed! 🥹 hope you all enjoy this part as well. always, to my sister @highonmarvel , maybe you'd like this as a late night read. Love you forever and always, thank you for inspiring me so much! A lil something for @stargirllanaa, ofc if you wanna read. @ghostbusters6 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING. It did not turn our as violent as I would've wanted---more poetic tbh--- but you can request more and i'll write torture as well. ily and hope you enjoy this.

You barely stood awake the rest of the journey. You were lying limp on a thick blanket in a corner, and you only remembered glimpses of Rafe checking up on you, muffled voices and the never ending sound of the waves crashing on the sides of the ship. 

The sleep soothed your pain, numbing your senses, so you welcomed it thankfully. You did not want to see or talk to anyone—that person being your boyfriend that beat your brother to death—, you didn’t want to believe you’re alive, going to a future you didn’t want to have. It wasn’t up to you though, apparently Rafe was making the choices and you just had to ask how high when he told you to jump.

 The thought of finding a sharp piece of glass and using it to finish off the suffering had crossed your mind, but your body was way too weak to comply with your brain’s commands. 

Your lashes batted as you tried to open your eyes. You placed your trembling hands into the mattress and managed to sit on your bottom, letting your back fall on the wall.

 Finally, you felt a little strength running through your bones and muscles and your foggy state of mind cleared a bit and, after the days that had passed, you were able to fully open your eyes. 

The view was the same: an iron wall, a few carton boxes and the blanket around your body. 

But wait—the ship was not moving anymore. 

The door creaked open and your puffy eyes fell on your boyfriend’s emotionless ones. 

You immediately got up, bringing your knees to your chest and planting your palms into the mattress firmer as Rafe was coming closer.

His dark tee shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, bicep muscles flexing under the material as he brought his hand up to wipe at his nose with his fingers – the obnoxious habit that warned you about the stormy emotions running through his head. Fear ran through your veins as you saw in your mind, again, your brother’s blood staining Rafe’s hand

“C’mon, baby…” he spoke, now as he had fully reached your bed. 

Your feet tangled in the sheets as you moved further from him, a whine bubbling up in your throat. The pet name felt foreign and bitter. 

Rafe’s brows furrowed, and he spoke your name, it sounded as both a warning and a threat, but it also was the chant of a lost little boy begging you to just…comply with his demands. But did it terrify you to your core. 

When you still hadn’t complied, Rafe nodded to himself — another habit he owned —  and his hand extended, willing to grip your wrists. 

You whimpered as his iron, long fingers wrapped on your skin, coldness running up your spine. He managed to get you on your feet and you yelped when he smashed your back across his chest. Hard. At first, you were grateful for the sustain offered by his body because your legs felt disattached from your hips, considering the stagnation of the blood flow and muscles in your thighs, calves and ankles, but when his hardness poked your lower back, nausea filled you again.

A part of you tried to excuse him, it was telling you he ‘cannot help it’, that he is a man, and men have certain needs at any moment –you inherited this because of his constant manipulation, the contrast and bipolarity of his actions, of vulnerability and power. But having him get aroused from the way your pained whimpers sounded was cruel nevertheless. 

The following events went rapidly, and once you were off the massive ship, your numb form was secured into a backseat of a jeep.

“Can I trust you?” Rafe asked, raising his brows, and the threat behind it pinched at your brain. You knew what he meant. ‘Don’t fuckin’ run away.’ But as soon as your boyfriend left, his words were long forgotten. Fight or flight conquered all your senses and you opened the door and sprinted through the bushes adorning the dusty roads.

You knew nothing about the zone, but you would have rather stayed with a crotal than the man that murdered your brother with cold blood. 

Your heart started beating faster—if that was even possible—when you heard Rafe’s panicked and terribly angered voice behind you. 

“Hey..HEY!” he shouted behind your head and his bicep curled around your chest, stopping you from your sprint. 

You screamed, the hoarse and frightened noise filling the emptiness of the dunes. 

Rafe’s lips impacted your ear and his hand came to grip your face. The silence was not necessary—nobody cared for your cries, but Rafe needed your silence. It was his everyday bread, he was healing himself by painting your life in ashy shades of black and blue.

The new mansion was not more infant nor healing. The wealth had left its mark all over. Wealth terrified you. In your heart and soul, wealth was a synonym of dore and dreadfulness. Wealth meant the lack of freedom for others. Maybe you were globally right or maybe you were just the unfortunate stupid little girl. 

Rafe’s eyes, painted by sorrow and madness, looked at the ghostly scene he created with his own bare hands. He had never seen you this terrified and beaten before, and, as much as he desired to feel a certain fulfillment—the one he had always felt before—he did not. Actually, your tears have turned into tears for him. He felt pathetic. 

But that patheticism disappeared as soon as you jumped away from his touch. The voices were chanting in his head ‘disobedience; disobedience’ and then ‘abandonment’. Everybody, absolutely everybody in his life had given up on him at some point and then, he was powerless. But with you it was different. He had the strength to hold you back, even if that meant that you would tear your limbs off trying to uncuff yourself from his claustrophobic, torturous grip. You were the only star in his sky and he was draining all the light from every cell of your body. He knew that someday you will fade away. But until then, he had to bathe in your light as much as it was possible. 

"I need you, and you-you don't seem to understand that--" Rafe shouted in the second part, shoving his index and middle fingers in his temples, trying to show you that it's not hard to get this into your head.

However, your black and blue body, splayed across the expensively polished floor was sending a totally different visual message. Wracked sobs and whimpers were met by the back of your palm, puffy eyes staring up at the man you couldn't recognize.

Rafe screwed his eyes shut as he was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. "T-take me home, please--" you suddenly whined, and Rafe was immediately crouched next to your body. “Even if you could kill me and then throw my corpse away in a fuckin’ swamp, I will not live without you. If I’m on fuckin’ fire…", he stopped but you didn't need him to continue. "Do you understand that?”. His yell made your throat constrict and you nodded, forcing more pain into the bruises of coagulated blood on the flesh and muscles of your neck. 

In two months, he would put a priceless diamond necklace over them—if you would be lucky enough to be unchained from his dorm—, and you would be expected to place a soft kiss on the lips that brutally murdered your true self, and drink from the poison of his being. 

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✦ ALL I SEE IS RED LIGHTS / ALL I SEE IS DARKNESS { sequel. / II }

✦ PAWN { one shot }

✦ RIBBONS { one shot }

✦ COTTON CANDY POSITIONS { headcanon }

✦ THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

       ꒰ series ꒱

෴ THE APPENDAGE { MARVEL & OUTER BANKS crossover }

...more to come.

that feeling when you make a joke and everyone laughs hard at it

ꨄ︎ pillow talk: a drew starkey smau series masterlist

summary: Y/N Y/L/N & drew starkey are starring in a remake of the 1959 film "pillow talk." are they just romantic leads, or are they something else?

pillow talk (1959) synopsis: "...tells the story of Jan Morrow, an interior decorator, and Brad Allen, a womanizing composer and bachelor, who share a telephone party line. when she unsuccessfully files a complaint on him for constantly using the line to woo his conquests, Brad finds out she is rather pretty and decides to trick her by masquerading as a Texas rancher." (via)

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it's what goes on when the lights go off! - pillow talk, 1959

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ SERIES IS CURRENTLY: COMING SOON

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job interview td kinda nervous

UPDATE:

I GOT IT BITCHESSS

I LUV IT I LOVE IT I LOVE ITTT

seeing too many people hate on it as if he isn't a fucking 30 years old and its also for his next role so be calm

he looks good

I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THESE

they all look good

ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL | d.starkey

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU drew starkey x fem!hamilton!sister (fc: doechii) odessa a'zion x fem!hamilton!sister (formerly)

notes: i've been so obsessed with doechii so badly lately (i mean look at her and her performances), she's awakened something within me and i fear the same has to be said about drew starkey i meeeaaaaannnnn notes pt2: disclaimer: this doesn't has a lot to do with formula one i'm sorry (but also not, this is my page i can do whatever i want)

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celebs_news Rapper Y/N Hamilton and actress Odessa A'Zion have reportedly called it quits after two years of dating. The couple broke it off officially this week after photos of Odessa with actor Drew Starkey roamed around twitter about a month ago. If she actually cheated on Y/N is unclear, the definite reasoning behind their break up remains unknown as well.

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user1 oohh odessa fumbled the bag badly

user2 easy solution: they should just become a throuple

user3 an angel just lost its wings

user4 my absolute power couple broke up i can't is love even real?

user5 it's 7 in the morning, i'm on my way to work, my day is absolutely ruined

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y/nhamilton "ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL" out now on all platforms!

spent a lot of blood, sweat and tears on this album. it's been such a personal journey the past few years and i'm happy to present what feels like my diary to you! wrote some songs a long time ago, some i added literal hours before the release since i've been through some stuff the past few weeks. it's messy, it's emotional but most of all, this album is all ME

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user6 hang this album up in the louvre, it's a literal masterpiece

user7 can't believe i live in the same timeline as y/n hamilton

lewishamilton i'm so incredibly proud of you! the artistry you bring to the music scene is out of this world, i love you sis ⤷ y/nhamilton ily bro, wanna hit up the studio together soon?

user8 i don't think my ears have been this blessed in such a long time

user9 y/n carrying the rap industry on her back as always

sza the creativity, the realness, this is a MASTERPIECE ⤷ y/nhamilton stahp ily babes

user10 get this woman her grammy NOW

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y/nhamilton what happenes in vegas stays in vegas or something along those lines

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user11 MISS Y/N WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON

user12 you can't just drop this on us

user13 y/n getting with the guy her ex girlfriend cheated on is so iconic yet questionable

user14 nobody is talking about the face cards they're both serving hello??!!

user15 dating rumours aside; nobody does fashion the way the hamilton siblings do

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y/nhamilton My body do things for you that I've never seen her do I open my spleen for you And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe I'ma surrender my body to please you

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TAYLOR RUSSELL AS THE FC?!?! RIGHT RIGHT

# DREW STARKEY — THAT HOLLYWOOD TYPE OF LOVE !

MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ who would believe a fashion show would be the place to spark a romance?

002. NOTE !

✯ first drew fic so please leave some feedback😁 also i love taylor so much like you guys don’t even understand. this also ended up longer than expected so excuse me and my inability to know when to end fics💔

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yourusername fashion icon, yay or nay?

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ynfan1 MOTHERRRR

drewfan1 drew liking….. we see you king

carlaciagrant Oh. My. God.

⤷ yourusername i love you so much

⤷ drewfan2 HELLO?????

ynfan2 how does she always look so good

ynfan3 serving face like it’s her duty

drewfan3 drew liked… laci liked… thinking thoughts

⤷ ynfan4 never thought i’d get a yn and obx crossover

ynfan5 FASHION ICON YAY YAY YAY

francofan1 franco get out of here LMAO

drewfan4 need to know what drew is doing here

ynfan6 why are yall talking about a man under my queen’s post

⤷ ynfan7 no fr i’m so annoyed rn

drewstarkey and yourusername updated their instagram stories!

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yndrewupdates drew and yn arriving together at a restaurant in paris!

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yndrewupdates MADELYN LIKED WTFFF

⤷ drewfan22 girl how are you alive

⤷ yndrewupdates I DON’T KNOW I’M STILL SCREAMING

ynfan21 wait are they matching that’s so cute

drewfan23 as a drew and harry fan i am conflicted

⤷ drewfan24 bruh… enjoy this and shut up

ynfan22 oh she’s taking it

drewfan25 when i’m in a power couple competition and they show up

⤷ ynfan23 LMAOOO i fear they’d win by a mile

ynfan24 shh guys we gotta keep quiet

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ynupdates YN at the ‘Queer’ premiere in Los Angeles (November 13, 2024)

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ynfan32 OMGGGG

drewfan32 wait is she matching drew or am i tweaking

⤷ drewfan33 she is!!!!

⤷ drewfan32 talk about maximising a joint slay

ynfan33 oh so it’s OFFICAL official

ynfan34 never not serving

ynfan35 THAT DRESS HAS ME DEADDD😩

drewfan34 don’t know if i wanna be him or her

ynfan36 i’m going insane

⤷ ynfan37 so so real

drewfan35 remember when it was just a crossover at a loewe show… what a time

yourusername and drewstarkey updated their instagram stories!

FOREVER GONNA TELL MY KIDS THAT THIS THEY DADDY!! WE JUST BROKE UP BECAUSE OF LONG DISTANCE

AND WE KEEP GETTING FED AHHHHHHH

WHO ALLOWED THEM TO LOOK SO GOOD!?!??

me rn:

I fear we don't talk about this look often

pics so blurry ahhhh

THE HAIR

THE WET SHIRT

HIMMM

drew getting casted in a A24 production…

I USE TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

DREW STARKEY LOOKALIKE CONTEST IN MY BEDROOM

EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MANNNNN