#Drew starkey x y/n

[rafecameronssl4t]

In-flight Attraction || Drew Starkey x flight attendant!reader

Summary: Drew being drawn to you at the airport and turns out your on his flight.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,584

A/n: this might be a niche pairing but my older sister officially became an Emirates flight attendant yesterday and I’m so incredibly proud of her 🥹🥹

MASTERLIST

The fluorescent lights of the bustling airport reflected off the polished tiles as Drew made his way through the terminal. He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, trying to blend in with the crowd. Despite his efforts to go unnoticed, a few passersby glanced at him, some lingering in recognition. Drew offered a polite nod to anyone who made eye contact but otherwise kept his head down.

It was early, and he wasn’t particularly in the mood for small talk. As he neared his gate, a group of flight attendants walked by in perfect unison, and their presence commanding attention. Crisp uniforms in shades of navy and white, polished shoes clicking against the floor, and perfectly styled hair—it was a sight that made people pause.

Among them, one person stood out. You. Drew’s attention locked on you almost immediately. There was something about the way you carried yourself—effortless confidence mixed with a warm, approachable energy. Your uniform fit perfectly, the tailored blazer accentuating your figure, and your hair was neatly styled, though a few soft strands framed your face, adding a touch of natural beauty to your polished appearance. You weren’t trying to stand out, yet you did.

The group walked in a tight formation, your fellow attendants chatting quietly among themselves, but you weren’t entirely focused on the conversation. Your eyes scanned the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, they met Drew’s. His breath hitched. You smiled. Not one of those polite, practiced smiles flight attendants often give passengers, but a real one—gentle and genuine, as if you’d caught the faintest glimpse of something amusing or intriguing about him.

It was brief, but it lingered in Drew’s mind like the faint melody of a song he couldn’t place. He managed a small smile in return, but you were already looking away, continuing your stride. Drew stood rooted for a moment, watching as you disappeared down the terminal, your ponytail swaying with every step. He didn’t understand why he felt so drawn to you, but there was no denying it. Shaking his head, he made his way to the boarding area.

~

The cabin hummed with activity as passengers settled into their seats. Drew glanced at his boarding pass—seat 6A, first class. He slid into the spacious window seat, grateful for the extra room and privacy. After securing his bag in the overhead compartment, he sat back and adjusted his baseball cap, hoping to catch a quick nap once they were airborne. He didn’t expect to see you again so soon.

As the flight attendants prepared for takeoff, you emerged from the galley. Drew’s heart skipped when he saw you again, your composure and grace even more striking up close. The uniform suited you perfectly, but it wasn’t just about how you looked—it was the way you moved, the way you smiled as you interacted with passengers. And then your eyes met his.

The same warmth from earlier flickered in your gaze, but this time it was paired with a faint look of recognition. You didn’t falter, maintaining your professional demeanour as you offered him a small nod, but Drew could swear there was a hint of amusement in your expression. “Good morning, Mr Starkey,” you greeted softly, your voice carrying just the right amount of charm without being overbearing.

He blinked, caught off guard by the fact that you’d recognised him. “Morning,” he replied, his voice raspier than intended. You didn’t linger, moving on to greet the other passengers with the same professionalism. Drew watched as you moved through the cabin, making sure everyone was settled. Soon, you returned to the front of the cabin, standing perfectly poised as you began the safety demonstration.

Drew knew he should be paying attention to the instructions—he always did—but this time, he couldn’t focus on anything but you. The way you moved your hands to point out the exits, and the faint smile you wore throughout the demonstration—it all captivated him. His gaze never wavered, even as you demonstrated how to secure the oxygen mask and fasten the seatbelt.

For a brief moment, your eyes flicked in his direction, as if you could feel the weight of his stare, and your lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile. By the time you finished and stepped aside, Drew realised his pulse had quickened. You returned to your spot near the galley, and for a second, your eyes met again. It was fleeting, but the subtle connection lingered in the air, leaving Drew both intrigued and impatient for the hours ahead.

~

Midway through the flight, Drew couldn’t help but steal glances at you. Whether you were assisting a passenger or gliding down the aisle with a tray of drinks, you had a way of making everything look effortless. When you approached his row to offer refreshments, he felt his pulse quicken. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked, your tone light but polished. “Just water, please,” he replied, trying not to stare too long. You handed him a glass, your fingers brushing his briefly, and Drew swore he felt an electric jolt.

He caught the faintest scent of your perfume—subtle but intoxicating.“Thank you,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrum of his heartbeat. You smiled again, this time with a touch of curiosity, as if you could sense his intrigue but chose not to acknowledge it outright. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Drew watched as you walked away, his thoughts a tangle of admiration and curiosity. He had met countless people in his line of work, yet something about you was undeniably different.

~

Drew adjusted the strap of his backpack as he stepped out of the cab in front of his hotel in New York. The afternoon sun reflected off the sleek glass exterior of the towering building, its grandeur a sharp contrast to the quiet airport he’d left behind just hours earlier. The flight had been smooth, but Drew’s thoughts had been anything but.

You occupied his mind from the moment he’d seen you walking through the terminal. It was unusual for someone to leave such an impression on him after such a brief interaction, but there was something about you—your presence, your kindness, your smile—that had lingered And now, as he handed his bag off to the valet and walked through the lobby doors, a pang of disappointment settled in his chest.

The odds of seeing you again were slim to none. You were a flight attendant, constantly traveling, and he was heading into a whirlwind of work commitments. The moment was over, and he would have to accept it for what it was: fleeting but memorable. He checked in at the front desk, trying to shake off the feeling. After receiving his room key, he stepped back outside for a moment, drawn by the crisp winter air.

He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and glanced down the busy street, watching the steady rhythm of life in the city. A bus pulled up in front of the hotel, its brakes hissing as it came to a stop. Drew’s gaze drifted toward it absentmindedly, but what he saw next made his heart skip. It was you. You stepped off the bus, your suitcase rolling behind you as the other flight attendants followed close behind.

The navy-blue uniform he had spent the last few hours admiring looked just as immaculate, but now the late afternoon sunlight caught your hair, making it gleam. Drew froze, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. You looked up as you stepped onto the sidewalk, your eyes scanning the hotel entrance—and then they landed on him. Your steps faltered for just a moment before a smile spread across your face, one that mirrored the same warmth from earlier but carried a hint of surprise.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Drew felt his pulse quicken, a mixture of disbelief and excitement coursing through him. He watched as you exchanged a few words with one of your colleagues before turning fully toward him, your curiosity evident in the way your eyes lingered on his. “You again,” you said teasingly as you approached, your suitcase gliding effortlessly behind you. He laughed, shaking his head in amazement. “Yeah, I guess fate has a sense of humour.”

You tilted your head slightly, your smile softening. “Staying here, too?” “Looks like it,” Drew said, his voice a touch lower, unable to hide his grin. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again.” “Neither was I,” you admitted, glancing at the hotel before looking back at him. “Small world.” The noise of the city buzzed around you both, but in that moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded.

Drew cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound casual. “Well, I hope they’ve got good coffee inside. I could use some after that flight.” You chuckled. “If they don’t, I might know a place nearby.” For the first time that day, Drew felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this wasn’t the end of the story after all.

[nativegirltapes]

reader def turning off her location when she's mad at basketballplayer!drew 😋😋

OH YES .... it's one of her favorite things to do actually ........ she's so messy with it too because sometimes she does it at the most random times just to mess with drew.

drew hadn't texted you all day long but he posted a selfie of him with his teammates out at dinner, so of course the natural response was to turn off your location and give him a taste of his own medicine. it was funny because he couldn't take 30 seconds out of his day to send you a message, but the minute you turned off your location he was blowing up your phone with calls.

"where are you? what are you doing?" drew questions you without giving you anytime to answer the first question. "painting my toe nails. why?" you say all nonchalantly as you hold your phone between your shoulder and face and paint your toenails a pretty shade of pink. "yeah, i don't believe it. facetime me." drew switches the call from audio to facetime.

he sees you in fact painting your toenails, "you're fuckin lucky." he watches you through the camera, he'd never tell you this but he loves watching you do your little girly tasks, you always look so beautiful and feminine. "okay well, bye." you give him a little smile, happy that you got your little ounce of attention from him for the night. "turn off your location again and see what happens."

you giggle, "yeah, whatever."

[edwardslvrr]

PACKING IT UP ⌗ rafe cameron part 16

౨ৎ hockeyplayer!rafecameron x sportsjournalism!reader

the one where rafe cameron is the captain of the hockey team at university and where reader is a sports journalism student and needs to follow the hockey team around for the season and has the captain wrapped around her finger in no time

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[amxritt]

Stay

Rafe Cameron x f!reader

Summary: inspired by Stay by Gracie Abrams

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: angst (lots of it), brief mentions of addiction, uhh more probably idk

“You told me something when I left but I don’t remember. Maybe ‘cause all I could do then was stare at the floor”

The fight had been brewing for weeks. Rafe had been spiraling—late nights, glazed eyes, erratic moods. Y/n felt the weight of it all pressing down on her. She had known something was wrong, had seen the signs, but she had hoped he’d stop before things got this bad.

Now, they stood in his bedroom, the air thick with tension. Rafe paced back and forth like a caged animal, his voice rising with frustration. He shouted about how she didn’t understand, how this wasn’t her problem to fix. Y/n flinched at the sharpness in his tone, staying rooted to the edge of his bed, her gaze fixed firmly on the carpet beneath her feet.

She hated when he yelled. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tried to shield herself from the storm brewing inside him.

“You don’t get it, Y/n,” Rafe spat, his voice breaking. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. This is my life.”

“And I care about it!” she shot back, finally looking up. Her voice wavered, but her resolve didn’t. “I care about you, Rafe. But I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself.”

He froze mid-step, his back to her. For a moment, she thought he might actually listen. But then he shook his head, muttering something under his breath she couldn’t quite catch.

Y/n exhaled shakily, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream at him, shake him until he understood how much this was breaking her. But all she could do was sit there, staring at the floor as the words she wanted to say died in her throat.

“I held myself ‘cause you wouldn’t, all wrapped in my sweatshirt Wonder if you even noticed that that one was yours”

The room was chilly despite the summer heat outside. The Camerons always kept the AC cranked up, and the breeze from the window only made it worse. Y/n pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them. She was wearing a hoodie—one of Rafe’s, though she doubted he’d noticed.

He had given it to her back when they were sophomores, one night after a bonfire when she’d forgotten to bring a jacket. She’d meant to return it, but somehow it had become hers. Rafe never seemed to mind; he used to say it looked better on her anyway.

Now, as she sat there clutching the fabric like a lifeline, she wondered if he even remembered that it was his. Probably not. Not with how high he was right now. His eyes were glassy, his movements erratic. He didn’t seem to notice much of anything anymore.

“And maybe I should’ve, but I never told you, ‘I’m sorry.’ Know that I tried, but my words always got in the way.”

That night was the breaking point. Y/n had stood in his doorway, tears streaming down her face as she told him she couldn’t do this anymore.

“I can’t watch you hurt yourself, Rafe,” she had said, her voice cracking. “I love you too much to stand by and do nothing. But I can’t save you. You have to want to save yourself.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists at his sides. She waited for him to stop her, to say something—anything—that would make her stay. But he didn’t.

As she turned to leave, he muttered something under his breath. She couldn’t hear it over the pounding in her ears.

Now, months later, she replayed that night over and over in her head. She wished she had stayed longer, had said something different. She wished she had told him she was sorry—for leaving, for not being enough to make him stop. But the words never came out right, no matter how many times she rehearsed them in her head.

“Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started ”

Y/n’s day had been hell. Her parents had been on her case all morning, snapping at her for things that weren’t even her fault. By the time they told her to “go stay at a friend’s house” for the night, she felt like she was about to break.

Typically, when stuff like this happened, she just went to Rafe’s, but she hadn’t talked to him since that night a few months ago.

She ended up at the beach—their beach. It was a quiet, secluded spot they had discovered years ago. It had always been their escape, their sanctuary. Now it was just another place that reminded her of him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she pulled out her phone and stared at his name in her contacts. She shouldn’t call him. She knew that. But the weight of the day was too much to carry alone.

She had called him a few times since that night, and each time he picked up right away and stayed on the line, even though she would never actually talk to him. She just needed to hear his breathing. She needed to know he hadn’t overdosed, that he was okay.

Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she pressed call.

He picked up on the first ring.

“Y/n?” His voice was rough, but there was a softness to it that made her chest ache.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, struggling to find the words. Finally, she whispered, “Can I come over?”

“I don’t even have to stay”

Rafe didn’t say anything when she showed up at his door, just stepped aside to let her in.

They didn’t talk as she changed into one of his t-shirts and climbed into bed beside him. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over hers, before she turned to him and whispered, “Can you just hold me?”

He nodded, pulling her close. She felt the tension in his body slowly melt away as they lay there in the dark, their breathing syncing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay,” Y/n whispered, breaking the silence.

“It’s okay if you do,” Rafe whispered, but Y/n cut him off, “I won’t.”

For a little while, it felt like nothing had changed. Like they were still the kids who spent their summers on the beach, dreaming about a future that didn’t seem so far away.

But morning always came too soon.

When Rafe woke up, she was gone. Her side of the bed was cold, her clothes neatly folded at the foot of his bed.

“I don’t remember the last time I heard from your sister, Didn’t expect to, but I sorta thought that I would.”

Y/n had always been close to Wheezie, even when she and Rafe were arguing. They spent countless days together shopping, watching movies, having spa nights, and talking about everything and nothing. She was like the little sister Y/n always wanted.

Rafe would sometimes barge in, rolling his eyes at whatever ridiculous movie they were watching, but Y/n would catch the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Those nights felt safe. Whole.

After Y/n left, she half-expected Wheezie to text her, to ask if she was okay or if they could still hang out like they used to. But weeks turned into months, and the silence stretched out between them.

Y/n thought about reaching out herself, but every time she opened her phone, the weight of what had happened with Rafe stopped her. What would she even say? That she missed her? That she wasn’t sure if she could face Rafe’s family without falling apart?

Sometimes, she’d scroll through old photos of them together, her heart aching for the easy sister-like bond they had. Wheezie’s smile stared back at her from the screen—bright, carefree, and untouched by the storm that had torn everything apart.

“Wish I could tell you by now that i felt more indifferent”

Y/n sat with her knees to her chest on the beach, their beach—the one where they had spent countless evenings watching the sun melt into the ocean. The waves stretched out before her, their rhythmic crash and retreat, a cruel reminder of the ebb and flow of her relationship with Rafe.

She always knew walking away would be hard, but she thought she’d feel more indifferent by now, that the ache in her chest would dull over time. Instead, every day felt like a battle against memories that refused to stay buried.

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, trying to ground herself. But the moment she did, images of Rafe flooded her mind: his lopsided grin when he teased her, the way his hand lingered on hers, the quiet moments when his walls came down, and he let her see the man he could be.

“Why can’t I let you go?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The wind carried her words out to the sea, where they dissolved like everything else she’d tried to hold onto.

A seagull called overhead, snapping her back to the present. She ran her fingers through the sand, letting the grains slip through them. She wanted to feel indifferent. She needed to feel indifferent. But how do you stop caring about someone who was your whole world? She would give anything to have him back, but not until he quit the drugs.

“Catch myself thinking about you more than I should”

Y/n stood in line at the coffee shop, waiting for her order, when a man with Rafe’s build walked through the door. Her breath caught, her heart skipping a beat before logic kicked in. It wasn’t him.

But for those few seconds, her mind betrayed her, painting a picture of what it would be like if it were him. Would he smile at her? Would his eyes light up the way they used to when they saw her? Or would he look past her, as if the memories they shared were as distant to him as they were vivid to her?

Even in moments like this, she caught herself thinking about him. She wondered what he was doing now, if he was happy, if he ever thought about her too. It had been months since they’d spoken, and yet he was still there, lingering in the corners of her mind.

“And maybe I should’ve but I never told you I miss you I almost said it but don’t know if you feel the same.”

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed as Y/n walked down the produce aisle, her list in hand. She was focused on selecting the ripest lemons, reaching on her tiptoes to get them off the top shelf, when a familiar hand reached past hers and plucked one off the shelf.

She looked up, and her heart stopped. It was Rafe.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. His presence was like a punch to the gut—familiar and painful all at once. He looked healthier, steadier, but his eyes still held that same quiet sadness she knew too well.

“Hey,” he said softly.

Y/n swallowed hard, her mind racing. She wanted to say something, to bridge the gap between them. I miss you, she thought. The words sat on the tip of her tongue, heavy and unspoken.

Instead, she managed a weak smile. “Hey.”

They stood there, awkward and unsure. She wanted to ask how he’d been, if he was happy, if he ever thought about her. But the fear of what his answers might be kept her silent.

As he walked away, her heart ached with all the things she wished she had said. He was respecting the boundaries she had set, and she was grateful for that, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she could’ve said. Maybe I should’ve told him. Maybe it would’ve changed something. Or maybe it wouldn’t have mattered at all.

“Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started I don't even have to stay”

Y/n sat cross-legged on her bed, absently scrolling through her phone when it buzzed. Rafe’s name lit up the screen.

She wasn’t expecting it, but her thumb hovered for only a moment before she answered. “Rafe?” she said softly.

The line was silent except for the sound of his uneven breathing. Her heart sank. “Rafe, are you okay?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

Finally, he spoke, his voice strained and shaky. “I…I need your help.”

Y/n sat up straight, her pulse quickening. “Where are you?”

A pause followed before he replied, “I’m at Topper’s.” His words were slurred, and she could tell he’d been drinking. “Listen, Y/n/n, you… you don’t have to do this.”

“Rafe, it’s fine. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She didn’t hesitate. Throwing on her shoes and grabbing her keys, she was out the door.

When she arrived, Rafe sat slouched on the front porch, his head in his hands. As she pulled up, he stood slowly and made his way to the car. Sliding into the passenger seat, he looked at her with tired, bloodshot eyes.

“Thank you… for coming,” he muttered.

“Of course,” Y/n said softly. “You called.”

Her voice was calm, steady—exactly what he needed. Rafe didn’t respond, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile.

The drive back to Tannyhill was silent. When they arrived, Rafe hesitated before opening the car door.

“Can you… come in?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I can.”

Inside, as he opened his bedroom door, she noticed his hands—bruised, scratched, and swollen knuckles.

“Rafe!” she gasped, reaching for his hand. Her heart raced as they touched. She hadn’t felt his touch in so long. “What happened?”

He pulled his hand back, avoiding her gaze. “It’s nothing. Just… got into a little disagreement,” he mumbled, dropping his keys on the dresser.

“Rafe��” she began, her tone firm, but she stopped when she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. “Here, let me clean it up.”

In the bathroom, she sat him down on the closed toilet seat and retrieved the first aid kit. Quietly, she began tending to his cuts.

He didn’t flinch when she dabbed rubbing alcohol on the wounds, but she noticed the way his jaw tightened. Neither of them spoke as she worked, her touch gentle and precise.

When she finished, she stood and said, “Go get in bed. I’ll clean this up and be right there.”

By the time she returned to his room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slouched. He glanced at her as she walked in, shifting to make space for her beside him.

Y/n slid into bed, and they lay there in the dark, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound. Rafe wrapped his arms around her, holding her like she was his anchor to the world. She held him just as tightly, resting her head against his chest.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

“If I woke up with you in the morning I’d forget all the ways that we’re broken I don’t care if you’ve changed, I don’t even have to stay”

Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting golden streaks across the room. Y/n woke slowly, her senses adjusting to the warmth of Rafe’s arms wrapped around her. For a moment, she forgot the heartbreak, the arguments, and the nights spent crying herself to sleep.

She stayed still, savoring the rare peace. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling against her back. It felt like old times, like they were still those carefree kids.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She brewed coffee, cooked eggs, and relished the grounding normalcy of it all.

When she returned with a tray of food and Advil, Rafe was awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

She set the tray down and sat beside him. “I just wanted to make sure you had food and Advil,” she said softly.

“Thank you.” He reached out and took her hand, his touch hesitant. “Look, Y/n, I-I know you said you wouldn’t…” His voice faltered, as if the words were too heavy. “Until I… Until I stopped. But do you ever think we could—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off gently, her voice steady. It hurt to see him like this, a shadow of the confident man she remembered. “Rafe… I meant what I said. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be here for you. Even if you haven’t gotten better yet… I’ll still be here when you need me.”

Her voice trailed off, and he nodded, understanding despite the hurt. For now, they had this moment—fleeting, imperfect, but theirs.

She didn’t stay much longer, not wanting to overstep. As she walked to the door, Rafe stopped her. “Will you ever stop leaving?”

Turning to face him, she gave a sad, genuine smile. “I’ll stop leaving when you get better, Rafe. I promise.”

With that, she walked out of the Cameron house. Leaving him was never easy, but she knew it was the only way for him to heal.

Authors note: Long story for my first post, I hope you like it! I take requests but I'm not sure how to set that up yet so messages, comments, or whatever works if you want to send one in. I am tempted to make a part 2 to this, so if anyone is interested lmk!

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

NOT YOUR BRO

drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: y/n decides to use some ‘unusual’ nicknames for her boyfriend, drew, except it drives him insane.

based on this ask !! you come up with the CUTEST requests @xoxosblogsblog so thank you for this :) i hope it’s what you wanted, i tried to make it more of a one-shot than a drabble so i hope it’s okay <3

WARNINGS: just some fluffy goodness, one f bomb, and i believe that’s it !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

THIRD PERSON +

The boutique smelled faintly of lavender and citrus, its soft jazz playlist creating a relaxed atmosphere as Y/N and the girls browsed racks of clothes. They had spent the morning shopping, arms now laden with glossy bags from Charleston's trendiest stores. Their conversation had drifted from outfit critiques to relationships as they admired a collection of flowy dresses near the dressing rooms.

"I don't know, it's just hard finding someone who actually gets me," Madelyn said with a shrug, running her fingers over the fabric. "You know, someone who doesn't freak out about my schedule."

"You'll find your person," Carlacia assured her. "Trust me, the right guy won't care how busy you are—he'll hype you up for it."

"True," Y/N chimed in. "Drew's my biggest cheerleader. Sometimes it's annoying how supportive he is."

The group laughed, and Madelyn smiled wistfully. "What do you even call Drew? Do you guys do the whole nickname thing?"

"Oh, for sure," Y/N replied, chuckling. "It's usually just 'babe,' but sometimes I call him 'Drewseph' when I'm feeling extra ridiculous."

"Drewseph?" Carlacia snorted, nearly doubling over. "That's incredible."

"I know, right?" Y/N grinned. "But seriously, I think he'd have a heart attack if I called him anything else. He's so used to those two."

Madelyn raised an eyebrow. "Like what? What would actually make him freak out?"

"I don't know..." Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably something like 'dude' or 'bro.' He'd be so confused."

"Oh my God, you have to try it!" Carlacia said, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

"What?" Y/N laughed, glancing between her friends.

"You should totally call him 'buddy,' 'pal,' or 'dude' tonight—just to see what he does," Carlacia suggested, practically bouncing on her heels.

"I don't know..." Y/N hesitated, though her grin betrayed her intrigue.

Madelyn joined in, nudging Y/N with her elbow. "Come on, it'd be hilarious. You know he'd lose his mind in the funniest way."

"I feel like he'd just be super offended," Y/N admitted, laughing.

"Exactly!" Carlacia said. "That's the point! He'll be all pouty and confused, and we'll all die laughing."

"Okay, but you guys better back me up if he gets mad," Y/N warned, smirking.

"Oh, we will," Madelyn promised, crossing her heart.

"Fine, I'll do it," Y/N said, shaking her head with a grin. "But you owe me if this backfires."

"Deal," Carlacia said, holding out her pinky for Y/N to shake.

As the group headed to the checkout counter, their laughter echoed through the boutique. Y/N could already picture Drew's reaction, and she had to admit—it was going to be fun.

—

The warm glow of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Drew and Y/N's spacious Charleston apartment. It was the perfect evening to host the Outer Banks cast for dinner and a game night.

The girls entered the apartment, greeted by the savory aroma of roasted chicken, mac and cheese, and freshly baked rolls. Drew met Y/N at the door, leaning down to kiss her. "How was your day, babe?" he asked, his voice soft and warm.

"Perfect," Y/N replied, grinning. "How about you? Are you a certified chef now?"

"Close," he teased, sliding an arm around her waist. "Go wash up; dinner's almost ready."

The girls exchanged knowing glances behind Drew's back, suppressing their giggles. Carlacia nudged Y/N with a wink. "You better deliver tonight," she whispered.

"Oh, I will," Y/N murmured, smirking.

At the long dining table, everyone was buzzing with conversation as Austin laid down the last plate. Drew, seated next to Y/N, had one arm draped casually across the back of her chair. She eyed the mac and cheese near him and decided it was time to set the plan in motion.

"Hey, can you pass the mac and cheese, please, buddy?" Y/N asked, her voice casual.

Drew froze mid-conversation, his head snapping toward her. His brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the plate, then back at her. "Uh, sure... babe," he said, emphasizing the word as he slid the dish toward her.

"Thanks, dude," Y/N replied nonchalantly, biting back a grin.

Across the table, Carlacia snorted into her drink, and Madelyn covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Drew's jaw dropped slightly as he turned to her again, a mixture of offense and bewilderment crossing his face.

"Dude?" he repeated under his breath, as if the word left a bad taste.

"Hmm?" Y/N feigned innocence, loading her plate with mac and cheese.

Shaking his head, Drew tried to let it go, but the girls' muffled laughter didn't escape him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he didn't press further—yet.

The dinner continued with more subtle jabs from Y/N. "Hey, pal, can you pass the salt?" she asked later, earning another baffled look from Drew. When he handed it to her, she responded with a cheerful "Thanks, champ!"

By the time they cleared the table and set up for games, Drew was visibly on edge, his lips pursed as he watched Y/N interact with the group.

They were midway through a heated round of charades when Y/N delivered the final blow. "Your turn, bro!" she called to Drew, grinning widely.

That did it. Drew stopped in his tracks, tossing the game card onto the coffee table. "It's babe! Not 'dude,' not 'buddy,' and CERTAINLY not bro!" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave in exasperation. His hands flew up in frustration, and he turned to Y/N with wide eyes. "What did I do? Are you mad at me? Why are you calling me that?"

Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, doubling over as tears welled in her eyes. Carlacia and Madelyn followed suit, collapsing against each other in hysterics.

Drew's jaw dropped further. "This—this was a joke?" he asked, his voice wavering between relief and indignation.

Y/N wiped her eyes, reaching for him. "Yes, babe, it was a joke. The girls dared me to do it to see how you'd react."

Drew folded his arms, pouting dramatically. "That's mean. You nearly gave me a heart attack," he muttered.

"Aww, come on," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheek. "You know I love you, babe."

Drew let out a dramatic sigh but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto his face. "You're lucky I'm obsessed with you."

"Lucky?" Y/N teased, kissing him again. "You're the lucky one, Drewseph."

The guys, still confused about what had just transpired, looked at each other. "Are we supposed to get it?" Austin whispered to Chase.

"No clue," Chase replied, shaking his head.

The girls' laughter echoed through the apartment as Drew finally cracked, pulling Y/N closer and resting his forehead against hers. "You owe me," he murmured.

"Anything you want, babe," Y/N whispered back, her grin mischievous. "But admit it—you love me even when I call you dude."

Drew groaned, shaking his head. "Don't push it."

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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this was so sweet and silly !! going to get through to some angst requests soon, i feel like i’ve been drowning you all in fluff which is CRAZY because i’m an angst girly at heart🫣 i have enjoyed writing happy drew & rafe so i can’t complain !!

pls send some angst requests pls !! mainly w/ a happy ending :)

[rafesbows]

rafe knew exactly what he was doing when he turned the music up to max volume. it wasn’t even good music, just some loud, bass-heavy mix he found on a random playlist. but he knew it’d get under your skin. he always found excuses to mess with you, it was his favorite way of getting your attention.

you, on the other hand, were sitting in your room trying to study, jaw clenched as the bass thumped through the thin dorm walls. it wasn’t the first time rafe had pulled this stunt, and you were convinced he had some kind of radar for when you actually needed peace and quiet.

finally, you’d had enough. slamming your notebook shut, you stomped down the hall and pounded on his door.

“rafe!” you shouted over the music. no answer. your jaw clenched as you knocked harder, yelling again, “turn that shit down! some of us have actual work to do!”

the door swung open, and there he stood, leaning lazily against the doorframe with a cocky smirk plastered across his face. his blond hair was slightly messy, and the faint smell of alcohol clung to him, though he wasn’t drunk enough to lose that infuriating smugness.

“what’s up, princess?” he drawled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the frame. “finally decided to come hang out with me?”

“don’t ‘princess’ me,” you snapped, glaring up at him. “turn the music down, rafe. i have a test tomorrow.”

his smirk widened as he tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “hmm... nah. i’m kinda enjoying it.”

you groaned, pushing past him into his room and heading straight for the speaker. “if you won’t do it, i will—”

before you could reach it, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around. “oh, come on,” he teased, his voice low and taunting. “don’t be such a buzzkill. you look so cute when you’re mad.”

you scowled, yanking your wrist from his grip, but the proximity between you had shifted. his smirk faltered slightly as his eyes flicked to your lips, and suddenly the air felt thicker.

“rafe,” you warned, though your voice had lost some of its bite.

“what?” he murmured, his voice softer now, his free hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “you came all this way just to see me. i think you like the attention.”

“you’re insufferable,” you muttered, but the words were half-hearted, especially when his hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer.

“yeah?” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “then why haven’t you walked out that door?”

you opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours. it was heated and messy, all the tension that had been building between you finally snapping.

your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as he backed you up against the door, his music still thumping in the background. his hands roamed your body, fingers digging into your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his hips.

“so fuckin’ stubborn,” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck. “always giving me shit, but look at you now.”

you couldn’t even respond, too caught up in the way his mouth felt on your skin, the way his hands gripped you like he couldn’t get enough. any thoughts of your test, or anything else for that matter, were long gone.

[amb3r-saurus]

hii,Can you make a one shot of bf!rafe x reader where she is very good friends with sarah and tells her that she is her favorite Cameron and rafe gets jealousplease,and thank you! ୨♡୧

FAVORITE CAMERON

pairing; rafe x gf!reader, sarah x bsf!reader

warnings: none

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 : I’m so sorry for the late upload 😭. Currently going through hell week at school and I’m on the brink of death. Anw I hope you enjoy this!!!

You were sitting on the deck at Tannyhill, the golden glow of the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the well-kept garden. Sarah had convinced you to come over for an impromptu catch-up, and the two of you were sipping iced tea while chatting about everything and nothing at once.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know how you put up with Rafe sometimes,” Sarah said, playfully rolling her eyes. You laughed, swishing your straw around your glass. “He has his moments,” you teased, the corner of your lips curling.

The backdoor swung open with a creak, and speak of the devil: Rafe Cameron strolled out, hands in the pockets of his shorts, clearly fresh from whatever he’d been doing. His sharp blue eyes landed on you instantly, a small grin appearing at the sight.

“There you are,” he said, voice dripping with lazy amusement. “I wondered why it was so quiet inside.” Sarah groaned. “We were having a girls’ moment, Rafe. Take a hint!”

Ignoring her, Rafe crossed over to where you were sitting. He placed both hands on the back of your chair, leaning in closer than he needed to. His cologne mixed with the salty sea breeze made your head spin.

“What are you two talking about?” Rafe asked, his lips grazing your ear just enough to send goosebumps down your arms. “Nothing involving you, Cameron,” Sarah quipped, flicking her brother a disapproving look.

“Relax,” you joked, glancing at Sarah before looking back at Rafe. “She’s still my favorite Cameron.”

Your words hung in the air for a split second before Sarah laughed, making a dramatic fist pump. “Finally, some recognition!”

But Rafe? His reaction was priceless. His jaw visibly tensed, his brows furrowing slightly as he stepped around the chair to plop down beside you. “Excuse me?” he demanded, though there was a playful edge to his tone.

“Oh, don’t be so offended,” you teased, taking a sip from your drink, deliberately keeping your eyes forward. “Sarah is amazing.”

“And I’m not?” Rafe leaned closer, his nose nearly brushing yours. “You have your moments,” you admitted with a sly grin.

“Moments?” His voice was low and faux-wounded, though his smirk was starting to break through. “Okay, fine,” you relented, finally meeting his gaze. “You’re… second best.”

“Second best,” he repeated flatly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, feigning deep betrayal. “Aw, poor baby,” you cooed, reaching over to lightly pinch his cheek. “You’ll live.”

Sarah cackled, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to see her brother knocked down a peg. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Rafe. Just admit it.” Rafe shot his sister a glare but quickly turned his attention back to you. He leaned in, his hand resting lightly on your thigh, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

“You know I’m your favorite,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence that had your heart skipping.

Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer. “We’ll see,” you replied airily, taking another sip of your drink while trying to hide your flustered expression. But judging by Rafe’s satisfied grin, he already knew the truth.

[luvleyshif4]

A LITTLE KISS WONT RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP RIGHT?

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summery~ I think this reel sums up the whole thing

Content~ friend group including Kelce and Topper, reader and Rafe (yikes) livestreaming on YouTube, Reader is allegedly a known influencer, eating, semi SMAU, kissing, neck grabbing, shy Rafe, flustered reader, yelling (in a good way) Topper and Kelce being chaotic

Author’s Note~ Okay, so I KNOW I SAID I was like definitely gonna go MIA, I literally just said that two days ago, but I couldn’t help myself😝😝. I came across this reel, and it was SO insane, like you guys NEED to see the video, it made me act up 🤯. I had to write this drabble, like I couldn’t just let it slide. But fr I’m going MIA after this, I swear, like I’m promising myself that 🙃. PLS LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON HOW I WROTE IT!!!

The familiar glow of your phone’s screen illuminated the car as you set it up on the dashboard, adjusting it just enough so that everyone could be seen. The chat on your livestream was already blowing up, the comments flooding in as they always did when you went live with your friends.

The four of you were in your usual spots: you in the passenger seat, Rafe in the driver’s seat, and Topper and Kelce lounging in the back. It was late, but that only added to the chaotic energy that always fueled these live sessions.

“Alright, we’re live,” you said, glancing at the screen. “What’s up, guys! Welcome back to another livestream. You already know the drill—Kelce..” you say turning the camera to him.

“Hi, internet,” Kelce said through a mouthful of fries, holding the carton up like it was a trophy.

“Kelce, at least try to look alive, man.” Topper teased, nudging him with his elbow.

“Don’t make me expose you, bro,” Kelce shot back, earning a laugh from all of you.

You turned the camera toward Rafe, who was leaning back in his seat, one hand casually draped over the steering wheel. He gave a small wave, his smirk still in place.

“And here we have Rafe, who, as usual, looks like he doesn’t want to be here,” you teased.

“Maybe I don’t,” he shot back, but the sparkle in his blue eyes said otherwise.

You chuckle as you look towards Kelce and topper. “Kelce,” you groaned, pretending to grab the fries from him. “Do you have to eat on live every time?”

“It’s my brand,” he retorted, leaning back smugly.

“What are we even doing tonight?” you asked.

You looked around the car for suggestions, your brows raised expectantly. “Anyone?”

Kelce suddenly perked up and slapped Topper’s arm. “We should do ASMR. I mean, we’re already eating, right?”

The chat immediately erupted with laughing emojis, and you read out a few: “ASMR? Oh my god, someone said ‘Kelce, the ASMR king.’”

Rafe groaned, leaning back in his seat. “Oh my god, no. Please, no.”

The comments exploded with laughter, hearts, and emojis, and you couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Why not, Rafe? You’ve got the perfect ASMR voice,” you teased.

Rafe gave you a side-eye, lips twitching into a smirk. “I’d rather eat glass.”

“HEY that’s very ASMR-friendly,” you shot back, earning laughs from Kelce and Topper.

Kelce dramatically leaned into the camera, chewing obnoxiously. “Fine, I’ll carry the ASMR segment. You’re welcome, internet.”

“See? This is quality content. I’m practically carrying this livestream.” He said basically invading everyone’s personal space.

“Carrying it straight to cringe-ville,” Topper retorted, shaking his head and trying to push Kelce back.

You reached forward and muted Kelce with an exaggerated press of your hand in the air. “Alright, ASMR is off the table. Moving on. What else do we have?”

“Drama,” someone commented, and you read it aloud, laughing. “Drama? Oh, don’t worry. There’s always drama in this car.”

Rafe glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, and it’s usually your fault.”

Your jaw dropped as the chat flooded with laughing emojis. “Me? You’re the most dramatic one here, Rafe!”

“Debatable,” Kelce chimed in, leaning back smugly.

The stream went on as usual—chaotic, hilarious, and full of playful banter. But tonight, something felt different. Your focus kept drifting to Rafe, the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel or how his gaze would flick to you whenever you said something. You couldn’t deny the tension that had been building between you two lately, but you weren’t sure if it was all in your head.

The chat, of course, was relentless.

“Rafe looks at her like she hung the moon.”

“The tension is INSANE.”

“Just kiss already!”

You shook your head, laughing nervously.

“Hey, Rafe,” you said, a sly smile creeping onto your lips. “Do you remember this?”

Before he could answer, you reached for his right hand, guiding it to your neck. His brows furrowed in confusion, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his hand settle there, his thumb brushing your skin lightly.

Topper and Kelce immediately exploded in the backseat.

“OH MY GOD, THEY’RE DOING IT AGAIN!” Kelce shouted, shaking Topper’s shoulder dramatically.

“They’re gonna fake us out, aren’t they?” Topper groaned, though he was grinning ear to ear.

The chat was a flurry of all caps, hearts, and exclamation points. Everyone was expecting another playful tease.

The chat was going insane, hearts and all-caps messages flooding the screen.

But this time, it wasn’t a tease.

Rafe didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hitching audibly just before his lips met yours. It was soft, tentative at first, but as you responded, his grip on your neck tightened slightly, pulling you closer.

The world seemed to blur, the only thing grounding you being the feel of his lips on yours and the warmth of his hand against your skin.

“NO WAY,” Kelce screamed from the backseat.

“They ACTUALLY DID IT!” Topper yelled, slapping Kelce repeatedly in disbelief.

The chat exploded.

“I TOLD YOU!!!”

“THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”

“THE SOUND HE MADE BEFORE THE KISS IM DYING—”

When you and Rafe finally pulled apart, the reality of what just happened hit you like a wave. Your face burned as you buried it in your arm, letting out a loud, dramatic yell.

Rafe’s face wasn’t much better. His cheeks were flushed, and he turned to look out the window, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. He stayed quiet, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other remained on the back of your neck.

Kelce and Topper, meanwhile, were absolutely losing it in the backseat.

“THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE,” Topper declared, throwing his hands up.

“PEAK CONTENT. PEAK CONTENT!” Kelce yelled, leaning forward to practically scream at the camera.

Topper nodded furiously. “The shippers are gonna lose their minds. This is legendary.”

The chat was moving too fast to read, but you could still catch glimpses of comments like “HIS FACE AFTER THE KISS AHHH” and “I KNEW IT! THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!”

You peeked out from behind your arm, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. “Okay, um, I think we’re done here.”

“DONE?” Kelce shouted. “YOU CAN’T JUST END THE STREAM AFTER THAT!”

“Yeah, we need a recap, a breakdown, an—” Topper started, but you reached forward and hit the end stream button before he could finish.

As soon as the screen went dark, the car was filled with silence. Well, except for the sound of Kelce and Topper losing their minds.

You stayed where you were, your hand still on Rafe’s arm, your head spinning. His thumb grazed your skin one last time before he let go, settling his hand back on the wheel.

“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low, his gaze still out the window. “I remember that.”

And that was it. No teasing, Just a quiet confirmation that left your heart racing all over again.

[iiluvtaylorrussell]

𝒟𝓇ℯ𝓌 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓀ℯ𝓎 𝓍 𝓂ℴ𝒹ℯ𝓁 ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

Getting ready for a show was always filled with chaos . Assistants bustled around you, pinning, tugging, and adjusting every inch of fabric to ensure it was perfection. The heavy smell of hairspray in air as makeup artists dabbed your face with blush and blended foundation and concealer until your face was flawless. You sat under the bright vanity lights in your black silk robe, layers of gold necklaces glinting against your collarbone. Despite the noise and the rush, chaos you felt calm . This was your world the late nights, the demanding schedule, the constant pressure to look and be perfect at all times. You loved it all.

But even on nights like this, when your career shined brightest, there was always a tiny ache at the back of your mind. A longing for the person most important Drew.

It wasn’t easy, juggling high-profile careers. You were the face on billboards and magazine covers, and he was the talented actor who couldn’t go anywhere without being mobbed. You both worked insane hours, often in different cites or countries. Yet somehow, Drew never let the distance affect your relationship. He showed up for you, always and you did the same for him.

“Drew just texted,” your manager said over the noise and activity. “He’s here. Wants to know where to leave the flowers.”

Your lips curved into a smile . Of course, he’d brought flowers. He always did. Drew had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, even when you both barely had time to breathe.

When you finally made it backstage you looked out the curtain. There he was, sitting front row. In the sea of designers and other celebrities , Drew stood out in his brown leather jacket and phone in hand, recording like the devoted boyfriend he was. It was absurd, really he had access to all the fashion week highlights, yet he insisted on wanting to film every one of your shows for himself.

The announcer called your name, and you stepped onto the runway walking down in a short leopard-print satin dress with delicate straps, with gold jewelry resting on her neck sparkling earrings, stacked bracelets, sparkling in the light .The blinding lights the click of cameras it could’ve been overwhelming, but Drew’s gaze kept you steady. He didn’t just watch he was invested in every step like you were the only one in the room analyzing every curve and detail of your outfit carefully.

After the show, you found Drew waiting in the lounge, a bouquet of white roses on the table beside him. He was scrolling through the clips he’d taken, smirking at something on his screen.

“Do I want to know what you’re up to?” you asked, slipping into his lap .

He tilted the phone toward you, showing you a video of your walk. “Just admiring my pretty taltented girl . You didn’t walk out there you floated. I don’t think anyone could breathe watching you looked so beautiful baby”.

You rolled your eyes, plucking a rose from the bouquet and twirling it between your fingers. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe “ he said, his blue eyes locking on yours. “But that dress? The way it clung to your curves the way your skin shined. You have no idea how hard it was to sit out there and act normal.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you shook your head. “You’re laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?”

“ I’m not,” he replied, his tone dropping lower, rougher. He leaned in, his fingers brushing a curl away from your face. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit there, watch you from across the room, and not be able to touch you? To not pull you backstage and make sure you know exactly how insane you make me.”

Your breath caught, and Drew grinned tracing circles on the soft skin of your thighs. He leaned back slightly, giving you space but letting his words linger in the air.

“You’re obsessed ,” you muttered, shaking your head even as your lips twitched into a smile.

“And you love it.”

Back at the hotel, the chaos of the evening melted away. Drew assisted you taking off your heels and you threw your fur coat onto the bed, your black lace slip dress glittering in the low light.

You really looked so beautiful tonight ,” he said, setting the flowers on the coffee table before kneeling in front of you. His hands were already reaching for your feet, gently easing the soreness from the high heels you’d worn down the runway.

A soft laugh escaped you as he began massaging your sore feet, his touch warm and soothing. “You always say that,” you teased, leaning back into the bed.

“Because it’s always true,” he said. his voice quieter now, filled with a softness that warmed your heart..“I don’t care how busy I get, I’ll always be there for you. You deserve that. Okay ?”

You reached down to brush your fingers against his face . “I don’t know how you do it, Drew. Flying out here in the middle of your own chaos just to be here.It means so much to me.”

He paused his movements, his hands cradling your foot as he looked up at you.“It’s not hard I do it because I love you,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I see how hard you work and how much this job demands from you. I’m just here to remind you that you’re not doing it alone.

A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you leaned forward to cup his face in your hands. “I don’t say it enough, but I love you too. More than you know.

Drew’s smile widened, as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle, sending warmth coursing through you. “Always,” he repeated softly, .

[outerhills]

introducing vixen!actress!reader (or vixen!reader)

vixen is a black girl, an actress, with an irresistible, sexy persona. she's this golden skinned beauty that was made for being on camera, and is known for her flawlessness (which lead to her being very, very, very cocky).

typically, she likes leopard print, low rise jeans, cropped tops, sweatpants and hoodies for when she wants to be simple, and she loves wearing bathing suit tops as normal tops because in her mind, thats what bad bitches do.

as kim kardashian would say, "why would i put a bumper sticker on a bentley?" (her personal favorite quote). no tattoos anywhere, only a single nose piercing and a natural vanilla scent to die for.

she's been on every magazine cover, takes the lead in any movie she stars in, and draws attention in any space she enters.

canonically, vixen joins the set of outer banks as a new love interest for rafe named "angel". eventually, as her and drew starkey work together more and more, their relationship builds gradually, til they can no longer deny that they like each other--and it doesn't help that even their fans ship them.

two words: power couple.

SIDENOTE: some fics or other posts will just be "vixen!reader" (which is the same concept except...its more her in outer banks rather than her being an actress)

[donttxtathebeach]

Y/N Nolan on New Movie Anora & Auditioning for Quentin Tarantino | Jimmy Kimmel Live!

Word count: 1k

Warning: none

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My favorite part is coming soon!!

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“Y/n, it’s so wonderful to have you back on the show. First Maxxxine, and now Anora—what a year you’ve had!” Jimmy says with a warm smile.

Y/n laughs, a little surprised at the whirlwind. “I know! It’s been quite the year, for sure. I’m still kind of catching my breath, but in the best way.”

Jimmy grins. “And now, after playing Maxine, you’re stepping into Anora. How does it feel to take a bit of a break from your horror roles and dive into something new?”

Y/n shakes her head. “Well, funny enough, it wasn’t really a break at all. I was actually going back and forth between the sets of Maxxxine and Anora during the entire production of both movies. So, it was a lot of running between sets and trying to switch gears as much as possible! It was intense, but I loved every second of it.” "I mean, when Maxxxine was ending, we were starting to shoot for Anora, so I was trying to finish Maxxxine strong while also trying to get to know Anora on a deeper level, and juggling two completely different characters is not easy, but I enjoyed it!"

Jimmy raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “You were juggling two films at the same time? That’s impressive! So, with Anora, you’re filming in Brooklyn. How was that experience?”

“It was incredible," Y/N says, her eyes lighting up. “Brooklyn has this raw energy, and it really set the tone for the film. We filmed a lot in the streets, which gave it this gritty, authentic vibe. The city became a character in itself, really.”

Jimmy nods, intrigued. “And with Anora, you’re speaking Russian. That’s a big shift from your usual roles. How did you prepare for that?”

Y/n chuckles. “Oh, it was a challenge, for sure, especially with the accent that I got from being around my dad's British side of the family. I had a coach for months, and she was trying to help me hide the little bit of British in me while also layering the Russian, and at first, I kept thinking I wasn’t getting it right. I’d listen to my lines and go, ‘Wait, is that even Russian?’ But I pushed through, and I really tried to connect with the character beyond just the language. It was important to me to get the essence of her, not just speak the words.” "Sean was also glad that my Brooklyn accent was very authentic, and I was like, Thank God, because it was so fun to do. Now when I talk to people, they're like, Wait, youre not actually from Brooklyn; everyone thinks I'm British because of the way I pronounce some of my words, but I'm from Nantucket; I grew up around people from there, so I acclimated to the accent and the way they pronounce things, but now that I'm older, I think I'm sort of losing it."

Jimmy laughs along with her. “I think you nailed it. Now, speaking of your family, your dad is a director. What was his reaction when he heard you were taking on such a big role, especially since you have been doing horror films for most of your adult career?”

Y/n grins. “He was incredibly proud, as always. He’s been in the business for years, so he totally understands the work that goes into something like that. But he never really said anything about the switch in genres. Honestly, he’s been so supportive, as always so to him; it was just something else that made him elated to talk about.”

Jimmy leans forward. “And you not only acted in Maxxxine, but you also wrote and produced it. You’ve been playing Maxxxine—also known as Pearl—throughout the entire trilogy starting from X. That’s got to be a special connection to that character, right?”

y/n nods thoughtfully. “It’s so personal to me. I’ve been with Maxxxine—Pearl, really—since the very beginning. Being a writer and producer on Maxxxine really allowed me to get even deeper into her psyche. It was such an honor to contribute to her story in that way, especially after living with her for so long. I can truly understand why my dad loves his job so much. Taking a step back and seeing her from a different point of view made me truly appreciate all directors and production put into the director's art. It felt like a really full circle moment.”

Jimmy smiles, clearly impressed. “That’s amazing. And with all of these accomplishments under your belt—five Oscars, nine Emmys, and now up for a Golden Globe—you’ve already achieved so much at just 25. How do you keep everything grounded?”

Y/n looks a little sheepish, but grateful. “Honestly, it’s a little overwhelming at times. But I’ve always said that it’s not about the awards for me—it’s about the work, the characters, and the stories. I’ve been acting since I was five, and my dad always taught me that the craft is what matters. So, while I’m incredibly grateful for the recognition, it’s the work that keeps me grounded.”

Jimmy laughs in disbelief. “Five Oscars, nine Emmys, and a Golden Globe nomination? You make it sound like it’s no big deal! But I have to ask—how did you land the role in Anora? Did you audition?”

Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “Actually, I didn’t audition for Anora. Quentin Tarantino came to the premiere of Pearl before we even started shooting Maxxxine. He came up to me afterward and said, ‘I need you to be my Anora. This isn’t an A24 film, but I need you to play her.’ It was so unexpected, but Quentin’s one of those directors you just want to work with, you know? So, I said, ‘Okay, sure, but I’ll be bouncing between sets.’ And he was completely fine with it. He really wanted me to play her.”

Jimmy looks amazed. “So Quentin Tarantino just walked up to you and said, ‘You’re Anora’? That’s incredible! How did you feel about that?”

Y/n grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It was surreal! I’ve always admired him as a filmmaker, so to have him offer me that role was just a dream come true. And I think the fact that I’d be juggling two sets at once didn’t even phase him. He just wanted me to be a part of it, and I was all in.”

Jimmy nods appreciatively. “That’s the dream, right? You don’t even need to audition when you’ve already got someone like Quentin Tarantino wanting you in their film. Now, I’ve heard you’ve been called the ‘Queen of Horror’—how does that title sit with you?”

Y/n laughs a little bashfully. “It’s such an honor! Horror has been such an important part of my career, and honestly, I actually do not particularly love horror films, but I love the rush. It’s exciting to be a part of it, and if people want to call me the ‘Queen of Horror’, I’ll accept it. But I also want to branch out and do other things too. There’s so much more I want to explore.”

Jimmy smiles warmly. “You’re doing amazing things already. And I know there’s much more to come. Y/n, it’s always such a pleasure to have you here. You’re one of the most exciting young talents in Hollywood right now.”

Y/n smiles gratefully. “Thank you, Jimmy. That means so much to me.”

Jimmy grins back. "Y/n Nolan, everybody! Be sure to check out Anora and Maxxxine, now in theaters!”

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[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!

[nativegirltapes]

https://www.tumblr.com/nativegirltapes/773164996285939712/this-is-bballplayerdrew-who-is-constantly-flying

mhmm loveee….so what’s the list of rules??!

. . . list of ‘rules’ basketballplayer!drew has for you when you finally start dating ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

warnings/notes: drew borderline controlling reader, but she’s got her mischievous ways around it lol so it’s not in a weird daddy i own you kind of way, but more a nate jacobs kind of way if u will …..

always facetime him before you go out. he’s so possessive sometimes so he wants to see exactly what you’re wearing, even underneath your clothes. depending on how long it’s been since he seen you’ll last, he’ll get all perverted and horny during the call; him telling you to “do a lil spin” suddenly turns into you both touching yourself on the phone.

always wear his jersey to his game. this one seems pretty obvious but people don’t realize how insane drew can get about it. he wants everyone to know that you are his and you’re off playing grounds. he needs everyone to know exactly why you’re there (him).

keep yourself modestly dressed when showing up to events for him. this one causes the most issues between you and drew, simply because it’s your most favorite thing in the world to prance around in the sluttiest outfits >.< you’re pouting to drew about how you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that, and it’s literally just a long sleeve white shirt.

if he asks what you’re doing, always send a picture. this is another one of your least favorites because sometimes you’re doing something you know you shouldn’t be doing (hanging out with his homeboys .. oops) so you already have a load of selfies of you and your girls to send whenever you need to lie; “hanging out with the girls, miss you ♡”.

always wear what he buys you. whether it’s a t-shirt, new cardigan, or even a new lingerie set, he wants you to wear it and he wants to see it! you’ll even do a little show for him, where he compliments every little thing about you because he swears there’s no one as perfect as you (there’s not, and you know it).

no getting with anyone else when you’re on a break. this one seems pretty standard but you never follow it. the minute drew starts playing games and you both decide to call it off for a few weeks, you’re already calling up your ex and telling him you’re just ‘sooo stressed’ and it would be nice if he came over (you’re asking for dick).

[edwardslvrr]

PACKING IT UP ⌗ rafe cameron part 15

౨ৎ hockeyplayer!rafecameron x sportsjournalism!reader

the one where rafe cameron is the captain of the hockey team at university and where reader is a sports journalism student and needs to follow the hockey team around for the season and has the captain wrapped around her finger in no time

taglist if you'd like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

main masterlist ౨ৎ rafe masterlist

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 ౨ৎ 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

🏒 ﹒☆﹒ new twitter post

💌 ﹒☆﹒ your phone

new message notification from ‘sarahhh <3’

💌 ﹒☆﹒ your phone

new message to ‘rafe ☺️’

🏒 ﹒☆﹒ rafe’s phone

new missed calls from ‘yn 🙃’

🏒 ﹒☆﹒ new twitter post

🏒 ﹒☆﹒ rafe’s phone

new message notification from ‘dad’

🏒 ﹒☆﹒ new twitter post

edwardslvrr talks - this idea has been in my head for soooo long omg, but yay drama has entered. I also got a jj fic out (with all my other fics found on my masterlist!!) && also sorry TREVOR ZEGRAS IS FINALLY BACK FROM INJURYYY PLS HELP THE DUCKS WIN IM GOING THROUGH IT

taglist - @mbella607 @urbrunettebombshell @leather-n-velvet @judesgfirl @4vanaa @lilithblackkk @kulekehe @akobx @barnesboo1967 @charli123456789 @fruitcakerafe @malibuhearts @heartsforrafecam @mrsdrewstarkeyy @f4irywor1d @flirtism @marleymarleymarleymarley @acidfeens @daysis-stuff @auroramadelyn @pogueprincesa @dreamybabbyy @inthelibrarybtw @rafesdrew @laniirackssss @my-name-is-baby @justdamnpeachy @starsmoonn @hypnotizedstarkey @davinashifts333 @goldenfinchs-blog @drewrry @d3ad-ins1de @jjmaybankmylovee @bradshawed @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @eddxemxnson @snowtargaryen @littlefreak-liz

[moonlightrafe]

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“Who is this gorgeous blonde in the front here?” Sabrina asks as the camera pans directly to Drew, showing him on the big screen on the stage. To no surprise, the crowd erupts into screams— no doubt the loudest screams heard all night.

“Ohhh,” Sabrina drawls seductively, “hey!”

You watch intently as Drew waves at her and you can’t help but blush watching her twirl the pink, fuzzy handcuffs around her delicate finger. The group of girls seated by you two are squealing and giggling loudly. You’re buzzing with excitement and you’re not sure who you’re more jealous of: your boyfriend or Sabrina.

“Well, this is kind of awkward,” she continues, “I’m not really into kooks…”

You didn’t know it was possible, but the sea of screaming girls gets even louder.

“If only there was a beautiful girl from the cut here,” she jokes with a pout, leaving you in awe; you weren’t even aware she watched the show, let alone knew the lingo. That’s when the camera instantly pans to you and Drew takes a step back, pointing at you enthusiastically.

“No way,” Sabrina begins, “there is!”

“What’s your name?” she asks you.

“Me?” You question, feigning innocence, “y/n!”

“Oh my God, my clothes just fell off, y/n! I was thinking about us,” she giggles into the mic while the intro to “Juno” begins to play.

“Will you be my Juno girl, y/n?” she asks as she passes the handcuffs to be given toyou.

You nod your head with enthusiasm as the crowd cheers and the lights begin to dim. Drew is back behind you again, his full weight pressed against you and his breath hot on your skin.

“Whatever position she chooses at the end, we’re doing it.”

You didn’t even know he knew about that. Tonight was full of surprises.

“Drew—” you giggle as he playfully grabs at your waist.

“I’m serious,” he says as his hand moves down to smack and squeeze the swell of you ass.

Best night ever.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

WAITING AIN’T EASY

drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after 6 gruelling months of long distance with drew, y/n decides to surprise him on set. listen to ‘waiting ain’t easy’ — Evan Honer!!

based on this ask !! i really hope you enjoy my lovely :) amazing ask as always !! i made a little twist on it though, and added some angsty goodness to make it more emotional <3

WARNINGS: angst to fluff, fighting, crying, mentions of breaking up, long distance relationship, like one (?) curse word, brief mention of cheating rumours (made by the media) and i think that’s it? (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

THIRD PERSON +

Y/N stared out at the crashing waves outside her beachfront rental in Australia, the sun dipping low in a painted sky of reds and golds. Normally, she would've snapped a picture to send Drew, knowing how much he loved sunsets. But tonight, her phone sat abandoned on the kitchen counter, vibrating occasionally with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check.

It had been nearly six months since she'd left for Australia to film her new movie, a dream opportunity that she'd accepted with boundless enthusiasm. Drew had been so supportive at first, kissing her forehead and promising her they'd figure it out. "Eight months will fly by," he'd said. "We'll make it work." And for a while, they had.

The first few months had been manageable—late-night FaceTime calls, text messages scattered throughout the day, photos exchanged to make each other smile. But as the weeks turned into months, the strain started to show. The time difference, their conflicting schedules, and the exhaustion from their respective work had turned their once-effortless connection into something fragmented and brittle.

And then there were the rumors.

The first article had popped up about a month ago, with pictures of Y/N and her co-star, Paul Mescal, leaving a restaurant. They'd been with a group of castmates, but the tabloids didn't care about context. The angle made it look intimate, as if the two of them had been alone. Headlines screamed: "New Flame on Set?" and "Trouble in Paradise for Drew Starkey and Y/N?"

Drew hadn't believed the rumors—not really. He knew how tabloids worked. But the seed of doubt had been planted. Their conversations became laced with tension. "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" Drew had asked one night, his voice tight.

"I didn't think I had to give you a play-by-play of my day," she'd snapped, the exhaustion from a grueling shoot making her sharper than she intended.

"I'm not asking for a play-by-play, Y/N. I just want to know what's going on in your life. Is that too much to ask?"

The fight spiraled from there, unresolved, and left a bitter taste that lingered.

Tonight, their most recent argument had pushed them to a breaking point.

She answered the phone after his third call, her voice strained. "Hey."

"Hey," Drew replied, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the silence that followed.

"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier," she began, trying to preempt his frustration. "I got caught up on set, and—"

"Y/N, you always get caught up on set," Drew interrupted, his tone clipped. "I'm starting to feel like I'm not a priority anymore."

Her heart sank. "That's not fair."

"Isn't it? Because it feels like I'm the only one trying here."

"Trying?" she repeated, her voice rising. "Drew, do you know how hard this has been for me too? I miss you every single day, but I can't just drop everything to cater to your insecurities."

"Insecurities?" he echoed, incredulous. "You're calling me insecure because I want to spend more than five minutes talking to my girlfriend? Because I'm tired of feeling like I'm the last thing on your mind?"

"Don't do this," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't twist this into something it's not."

"Then tell me what it is, Y/N," he shot back. "Because right now, it feels like we're falling apart."

Her throat tightened. "Maybe we are," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Drew exhaled shakily on the other end of the line. "Do you really believe that?"

"I don't know what I believe anymore," she admitted, tears streaming down her face. "This... this isn't what I thought it would be. I didn't think it would hurt this much."

"You think I don't hurt too?" His voice cracked, raw with emotion. "You think I don't lie awake every night wishing you were here? That I don't feel like I'm losing my mind wondering if this is worth it anymore?"

Her chest tightened painfully, but she couldn't find the words to soothe him. To soothe herself. The weight of their love—their pain—pressed down on her like a crushing wave.

"I can't do this right now," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Drew said bitterly, "of course you can't."

And then the line went dead.

Y/N stared at the screen, her hand trembling as the call ended. She wanted to call him back, to take it all back, but the words hung in the air between them, too heavy to ignore.

Halfway across the world in Charleston, Drew sat in his apartment, his phone clutched in his hand. He stared at the empty screen, the echo of their fight replaying in his mind. The silence in the room was deafening, the loneliness suffocating.

They were both alone, yet they'd never felt further apart.

—

Drew sat on set, legs stretched out as he leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. The day had been slow, and while he loved working on Outer Banks, his mind wasn't fully there. It hadn't been for weeks. The weight of his argument with Y/N lingered, the harsh words and silence that followed gnawing at him.

He sighed, locking his phone and tossing it onto the nearby table. The OBX cast was scattered around the set, some chatting, others grabbing snacks. Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia were huddled together near the craft services table, giggling about something. Their sudden burst of laughter caught Drew's attention.

"What's so funny?" he called out, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing!" Madison replied quickly, a little too quickly. She nudged Carlacia, who bit her lip to stifle another laugh.

Suspicious, Drew tilted his head but didn't press further. He wasn't in the mood for their antics today. As much as he loved his friends, all he really wanted was Y/N. Six months apart felt like an eternity, and knowing they still had two more months to go made the ache in his chest worse.

What he didn't know was that Y/N was only minutes away.

Y/N stepped off the plane, her heart pounding as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. She had managed to keep the wrap of her film a secret from Drew, wanting to surprise him in the best way possible. It hadn't been easy; she'd had to bite her tongue during their rare phone calls and carefully avoid social media posts that might tip him off.

Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia had been the first people she told about her plan, and they had been more than happy to help. When she landed, they were waiting for her, practically vibrating with excitement.

"You ready to blow his mind?" Madelyn asked, grinning as she pulled Y/N into a hug.

"I've never been more ready," Y/N said, her nerves and excitement warring within her.

Carlacia held up her phone, ready to document everything. "Okay, we've got this all planned. He's sitting in the main lounge area. You just walk in, and we'll follow behind you."

Y/N nodded, exhaling shakily. "Let's do this."

Back on set, Drew was oblivious. The girls had disappeared somewhere, but he didn't think much of it. They were always running off to do their own thing. He leaned forward, rubbing his hands over his face as exhaustion crept in.

The sound of footsteps approaching barely registered until he heard a familiar voice, soft and hesitant.

"Hey, Starkey."

Drew's head whipped around so fast that his chair tipped backward, clattering to the floor. He stumbled to his feet, his heart racing as his eyes locked on her.

"Y/N?" His voice cracked, disbelief written all over his face.

Before she could say another word, Drew launched himself toward her, nearly tripping over his fallen chair in his haste. He reached her in seconds, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he lifted her off the ground.

"Y/N," he choked out, his voice breaking as he buried his face in her shoulder.

She clung to him just as tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Hi, baby," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Drew pulled back just enough to look at her, his face streaked with tears. "You're here? How are you here? I thought—"

"My shoot wrapped early," she interrupted, laughing through her tears. "I wanted to surprise you."

Drew didn't hesitate. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss so full of love and longing that it made Y/N's knees weak. Around them, the cast erupted in exaggerated groans and laughter.

"Get a room!" Rudy teased, shielding his eyes dramatically.

"Y'all are gonna make me cry," Carlacia joked, still filming the entire moment.

When Drew finally pulled away, his forehead rested against Y/N's, his tears falling freely now. "God, I missed you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I missed you so fucking much."

"I missed you too," Y/N said, her hands cupping his face as she brushed away his tears. "I'm so sorry, Drew. For everything. For the fight, for the silence. I hated it. I hated being apart from you."

"Me too," Drew admitted, his voice cracking again. "I was so scared, Y/N. Scared I was losing you."

"Never," she said firmly. "I was scared too, but I never stopped loving you. Not for a second."

Drew let out a shaky laugh, his arms tightening around her as if he were afraid she might disappear. "Waiting ain't easy," he said softly, his eyes searching hers, "but it's worth it for you. Always."

Y/N felt fresh tears well up as she kissed him again, pouring every ounce of love and reassurance she had into it. When they finally broke apart, the cast was clapping and cheering, much to Drew's embarrassment.

"Alright, alright, show's over," Drew said, his cheeks flushed as he waved them off. But he couldn't stop smiling, and his hand never left Y/N's.

Carlacia walked up, showing them the video she had taken. "You two are gonna want this later. It's a tearjerker."

Drew chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. "Thanks, Laci."

As the cast gave them some space, Drew turned to Y/N, his eyes still glistening. "You're really here," he said again, as if he couldn't quite believe it.

"I'm here," she confirmed, her smile soft. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Drew's expression softened, his love for her radiating in his gaze. "Good. Because I don't ever want to do this without you again."

They spent the rest of the day glued to each other, catching up, apologising, and soaking in every second of finally being together again.

For the first time in six months, everything felt right.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

this was such an adorable one to write :’) i love writing hurt/comfort, it’s just my absolute fave genre of ff !! i really hope you enjoy this @xoxosblogsblog <3