#costars au

[dayas]

I love your writing so much. The way you just tap into the inherent malewife and girlboss energy of Fiyero and Elphaba is chefs kiss.

For the prompt I was thinking either 34 or 20 you decide I’ll love it anyway 

Oh my goodness! This is so kind of you to say, thank you so much 🥺💗 I hope this is okay!

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Some more Costars AU because this came to me in a ✨prophetic vision✨

It’s not graphic but they make out a bit so be aware 🫶🏽

(un)official part one

Drabble Prompts

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True to his word, Fiyero had come to know Elphaba better. He knew how she liked her coffee, and how she liked her tea. He knew that even though she pretended to be exasperated when Galinda tried new makeup on her or transformed an outfit, she actually enjoyed the experience. He knew she loved her sister more than she let on, and that she found Boq fairly amusing.

He also knew that she had grown fonder towards him more recently. What he did not know, however, was that Elphaba Thropp’s fondness was accompanied by a few things.

The laughter, for one. A delicious sound, one he wanted to bottle and down until he was delirious from it. She laughed easier around him now, chuckling at his jokes. If he was lucky and he surprised her, he was gifted with a snort.

Another was the touching. She touched him all the time now, a hand on his arm, fingers brushing his hair back when it fell into his face, her palm against his back as she moved by to alert him of her presence. She’d pulled him into a hug once out of pure happiness, thrilled with a scene they’d nailed. He’d gotten too excited, laughing and picking her up, spinning them both around in a circle. He’d put her down afterwards, mumbling an apology through his ever so charming grin. Fortunately, she accepted it, even if she hadn’t embraced him again if it wasn’t written into the script.

Maybe it was her newfound comfortability with him that emboldened him enough to ask her if she wanted to rehearse at his apartment. Once again, he was shocked when she agreed.

Fiyero was grateful he cleaned the previous night. He held the door open for her when they arrived, grinning softly at the brief, playful roll of her eyes.

“You and your gentleman act,” she teased.

“It’s not an act, love,” Fiyero returned, “I am a gentleman.”

“The tabloids say otherwise.”

“Since when have you cared about the tabloids?”

Elphaba shrugged.

“Fair point.”

His eyes shone with a triumphant light. They traveled to his living room soon, moving his coffee table and rearranging his furniture to free the space up for them to travel. After reviewing their scripts and Director Morrible’s notes, they began.

Fortunately for them, the scene wasn’t very difficult; it was the lead up to what would require an intimacy coordinator. He wondered if Elphaba was daunted by the prospect of portraying such a personal matter onscreen, though he had yet to ask her, as he didn’t want to make it seem as though he was doubting her professionalism. He promised himself he would tomorrow — they had a few days to prepare, but he wanted to make sure she was fully comfortable and assist her if she wanted an idea of what to expect.

Fiyero said his lines as he would in front of the camera, a perfect delivery. Elphaba, of course, did the same, and they ended up nose to nose, her body arching into his slightly while his hands held onto her hips.

“Should we…” Fiyero murmured, “I mean, do you want to…”

“Kiss?” Elphaba hummed back quietly, “I mean… it’s in the script. And we’re only rehearsing.”

“Only rehearsing. Right.”

“Right.”

He leaned his head down, allowing her ample time to back out. She tilted her head up and pressed their lips together instead. He forced himself to be brief, pulling away from her after a few seconds.

“The rest is, uh…” Fiyero could only think to shrug as he released her and stepped back.

“We’ll worry about the rest later.”

Elphaba turned from him, walking back over to where her script lay, presumably to examine it. Out of the corner of his eye, Fiyero saw her touch her lips.

They practiced again, each time with the kiss, though Fiyero noticed the look in Elphaba’s eyes seemed to shift each time. Her irises darkened, their beautiful green turning a shade that likened itself to a forest rather than the brilliant emerald they normally were.

They came together again, but this time, she didn’t touch him. They’d played with their positioning each time they ran the scene, testing out different options, trying to see what worked best for their characters.

She stood close, spoke softly, but her eyes never left him, still dark. There was something there, something familiar. Fiyero knew it well, a hunger that could turn ravenous if allowed. He’d seen it plenty of times before, though never on her. Fiyero was struck by the sudden urge to kiss her again, to pull her into him and devour her. He wanted to see what her eyes looked like when her lips were swollen and she was out of breath.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

Shock bloomed in Elphaba’s irises.

“Fiyero, that’s not the line,” she whispered, though her fingers twitched at her sides. He heard her breath catch when he moved her braids back carefully, lowering his head to her neck and murmuring, “I know that’s not the line, Elphaba.”

He didn’t care, either.

He paused before his lips could meet her skin, his breath hovering in the centimeter of air between them.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He would, even if he was certain it would be as painful as removing his brain from his skull. Elphaba’s head shook back and forth once.

“No.”

He kissed her neck softly, hiding his grin against her skin when he felt her melt into him. She pulled his head up, her fingers slipping into his hair as she kissed him. He bit down on her bottom lip gently, quite satisfied with the scandalous noise it drew from her.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he mumbled in between kisses, “we won’t make it.” Somehow, they collapsed onto the couch together, Elphaba landing on top of Fiyero’s lap.

“Prove it,” she told him, her mouth hot against his neck. He pulled her back, his fingers tangled in her braids, their heavy breaths mixing together.

“I’m happy to.”

[starsofaquaria]

commissioned this absolutely beautiful piece from @thensfwfanboy (on twt!!) and everyone needs to see it!!

It's a scene from my obikin actors au where world-famous actor obi-wan and newbie anakin do this steamy magazine photoshoot together to promote their upcoming movie and the photoshoot (this beautiful artpiece) goes viral!

[skyeward-otp]

New fic for the CoStars AU is now up! Just something sweet and fluffy.

Enjoy!

[leather-n-velvet]

High & Low: The Masterlist

A Drew Starkey x singer/actress!OC SMAU

Summary: While on hiatus from touring and wanting to branch out with her career, Ivy Blake auditions for OBX, immediately hitting it off with none other than Drew Starkey during their chemistry read. As tension and drama brew between the two, can they get through the highs and lows that come with fame and relationships together?

Series note/warning: This series starts during the filming of Season 2 of OBX. No actual smut, just a few suggestive moments (may change in the future). Minors DNI! cursing.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Ivy Blake: singer/songwriter, actress. 25. originally from Tennessee. one dog: a Siberian husky named Sienna. ambivert.

Drew Starkey: 28

Intro

2021

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X (coming soon)

Extras:

Playlist (coming soon)

[spideysquake]

death of a bachelorette

⋆˙⟡ series masterlist ⟡˙⋆

drew starkey x costar!reader

summary: two of the hottest stars in the industry get cast in one of the most highly anticipated films of the year. as the movie films and the press tour goes on, the public falls in love with the two actors' chemistry. but they may not be the only ones falling in love...

death of a bachelorette synopsis: a half slasher, half romantic comedy about persephone (percy) moore and elliott (eli) lewis, who meet at a wedding and hit it off, only to find themselves running for their lives from a vicious serial killer.

⋆˙⟡ moodboards⟡˙⋆

⋆˙⟡ table of contents ⟡˙⋆

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inspired by: @sworeidnevercompromise's pillow talk series

© this blog belongs to spideysquake

[msmk11]

Rumor Has It

James Potter x fem!reader (costar au)

WC: 551

CW: Fluff; allusions to sex

Summary: Rumors have been spreading that you and your costar James Potter are dating.

Day 24 of mk’s mad dash

“So you guys had really great chemistry on screen. Did it come to you two naturally, or did you have to put in some time to get to know each other better?”

The blonde journalist across from you waited expectantly, pen at the ready in her hand. This was only about the billionth time you two had been asked this question, and you tried desperately not to roll your eyes. It wasn’t entirely the interviewers fault- you were doing press for a rom com- you just wished you could be asked more about your acting and work, not the romance.

“I guess a little bit of both,” James answered calmly.

And thank god for it.

“I certainly felt an initial chemistry with her when I auditioned, and it seemed like the directors felt it too. But of course, getting to know each other outside of filming was critical to establishing what you all ended up seeing.”

“If I can ask, what sort of stuff did you two do to bond?”

You jumped in on this question so you didn’t appear apathetic, “lots of stuff, really. We did a lot of fun activities like mini golf or going for coffee to connect. But we also really got to know one another. I think trust is so foundational for a role like this, and I think James and I really built that. We’ve met each other’s families and friends, been to each other’s hometowns, etc.”

“Sort of felt like we were really dating,” your costar joked, “though without all the benefits.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes, playfully swatting him in front of the camera.

The blonde interviewer giggled (maybe a little too hard for your liking.)

“You know, it’s funny you say that, because rumor has it, you two are dating.”

You and James looked at each other in fake surprise even though you’d both heard the rumors countless times. The goofy look on his face- his mouth wide open and hazel eyes glimmering with mirth- almost made you crack. But you were an actor, so you stayed strong.

“I fear that’s the rom-com curse,” you sighed.

“Or just a nod to your phenomenal acting,” your costar suggested, sending you a wink.

You could already imagine the countless edits that fans would make of this single moment- it playing over and over for everyone to analyze- backed by romantic music and heavy colorful filters.

You supposed.

It wasn’t like you’d watched edits of you two (or James) before.

“So it’s just a rumor then?” the interviewer clarified.

A series of images flashed across your mind.

You two’s chemistry read.

The first scene you guys ever filmed together.

Intimate late night shoots.

James’ hot hands on your skin for the first time.

Quickies in your respective trailers.

Your first date at his place where he cooked you dinner.

Your fourth date, where you asked him to be your boyfriend in the corner of a book shop.

The first sleepover.

Meeting his parents.

Him meeting yours.

Giving each other a spare key.

One hour ago in the dressing rooms.

You made sure to subtly shift your collar to hide the fairly large hickey James had left on your collarbone only about an hour ago.

“Yes,” you and James agreed simultaneously.

“It’s just a rumor.”

[crushpunky]

costar!reader instagram

masterlist

drew starkey x costar!reader - costar!reader instagram

[jensensbunny]

— COSTAR .ᐟJENSEN ACKLES⭒

STARRING . . . the forbidden fruit that flaunts herself proudly in front of the very man who shouldn't desire her.

❝ we're strictly professional. ❞

❝ sure. whatever helps you sleep at night. ❞

IN WHICH . . . you are costars with jensen ackles, and temptation is your favorite game to play. especially on set in front of the crew's eyes—where jensen has to resist the daily urge to derail the entire production and turn it into a porno.

❝ you're gonna ruin my costume. ❞

❝ it'll bring the value up higher. ❞

RATED-R . . . this story contains SEXUAL THEMES, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, 20YR AGE GAP, TIMESKIPS, PR STUNTS, and is entirely NOT SUTIABLE FOR MINORS.

❝ i know you dream about me every night. ❞

❝ you're gonna be the death of me. ❞

WANDER THE SET .ᐟ

coming soon . . .

⭒comment 🎬 to be added to the taglist .ᐟ⭒

layout inspo from @daylighted + inspo from her and @figthoughts for their dadsbsf! and bsfsdad! jensens!!

also special tag to @starzify bc i love cassie so much <33.

© 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘.⭒

[familiarscars]

fear of missing out. | drew starkey

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Drew Starkey X female!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. forbidden, distressing, hidden desire, a secret that is only yours, no one outside the four walls of your house knows what happens between you and your best friend's boyfriend..

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). prohibited bid, obscenity, explicit sex, mention of eating disorder, toxic friendship.

After the introduction to the ceremony, the judge was preparing for the opening speech, dividing her attention between the bride and him, who was one of the groomsmen. His nervousness was visible; he smiled at the bride every five seconds, but his eyes remained low and sad. Every time their gazes crossed, he would pull away from the woman's voice at the altar, remembering what he had heard earlier: the sound of her voice, the desperation in her words, the last sensation he could feel, him.

Next to him, there she was. Her chest slightly puffed, her hair impeccably styled to the side in an elegant updo, tiny sparkles on her skin from the makeup. The smile lit up her face every time she looked at the bride. She radiated happiness for Nic. And you did too.

Of course you did.

"Sometimes, we get the impression that everything in our life must be done immediately; the rush of daily life limits us and controls the actions of destiny," — she caught your attention back to her words, but Drew and you continued to watch each other. "We are constantly disturbed by thoughts like: what if... what if we had spared the other from our presence, what if we hadn’t insisted on our story, what if the past wasn’t an obstacle to trust, what if my prayers for the other to find someone better and forget this madness of insisting on something broken had been answered, what if there were no 'us,' what if there were no 'you.'"

You touched below your eyes and looked at your moist index finger right after, both of you emotional as if that speech had been made for the two of you.

"These questions would never be answered because, regardless of how many 'what ifs' we add to our paths, destiny will continue to lead tomorrow in its own way. Our hearts don’t stop beating after being cracked, just like in the philosophy of kintsugi," she recited with a sweet and patient tone, as if cradling everyone in her arms. "We are not disposable when hurt; it is necessary to allow oneself to break, for that is how the light enters, through the cracks."

That’s how the light enters.

That phrase reverberated in your mind, and for a moment, you felt lucid enough to understand it. Bringing the tips of your fingers to your chest, you murmured the phrase to yourself, imagining the light he brought to your life pouring out through the cracks of your heart, like the sun that penetrates the gaps of a window, lighting up, even if for a few hours, a cold, damp, and dark house.

That’s how the light enters.

It sounded beautiful when spoken by a justice of the peace at a wedding where the couple truly belonged to each other. A truly happy couple, destined to be together, without needing to rush anything or hurt anyone along the way.

Nic and Vince had never been forbidden from each other. They fit perfectly, and everyone around them celebrated the genuine happiness reflected on their faces.

They never had to suppress feelings out of shame or renunciation. They never had to pretend.

They were free.

When you turned your attention forward again, the couple exchanged rings and made their final vows, sealing the pact with a kiss and a round of applause from everyone present. You and Drew synchronized your clapping, and the exchange of glances lasted exactly two seconds before Ariana took his attention, moved.

With soft jazz playing, the party continued, everyone engaged and talking joyfully with glasses of champagne, tasting exotic sweets typical of Vince’s hometown, Janina, in Greece. Each with a more peculiar name than the other. What drew the most attention was the aroma of spices and nuts coming from the couple’s short three-tier cake, wrapped in white fondant and some sort of mesh, with a few pearls.

You slid your fingers along the edge of the table covered with a hand-embroidered white lace tablecloth. You stopped in front of a delicately decorated sweet with an almond on top, tilted your head, and observed it for a few seconds. You inhaled lightly, mentally calculating the calories, but in the end, shook your head, closed your eyes, and put it all in your mouth.

"Where have you been all this time? I haven’t had the chance to greet you!" Ariana’s shout almost made you choke. Turning toward her, you laughed, holding back the discomfort. "I waited for you until noon. I thought we made it clear what time you were supposed to be at my house!"

"Can you speak a little quieter?" you asked, trying to stay calm. Ariana blinked a few times, loosening her attacking stance.

You loved her. She was your best friend. Maybe that was why you tolerated her... complicated personality, to say the least.

"You don’t have to be rude."

"I wasn’t rude." You took a deep breath, watching her change the subject. "I sent a message saying I’d be late. I had a problem with my dress."

Ariana looked you up and down with that superior look, narrowing her eyes. When she decided to make you her target, nothing seemed to convince her, not even the truth.

"You took so long, and you still chose the worst dress." The acidity in her voice was almost exaggerated. "I think a neckline like that is unnecessary for a respectable ceremony like this."

You clenched your teeth.

"It’s Nic’s wedding, you know how important this is to me!"

"Yes, I know."

She scanned your body with her clear eyes, searching for any flaw. Her fingers tightened around her shiny purse. She was uncomfortable, but her brutal honesty always seemed justified by the intimacy you two had shared for years.

Ariana loved you.

Or, at least, that’s what you believed.

"Is it just me, or were you eating a sweet?"

"Yeah... I was." You gave a sheepish smile, averting your gaze to the guests. In the middle of the dance floor, Drew was without a tie, his shirt open, a bottle of champagne in his hand while dancing with Nic. He seemed happy for her.

"If happiness makes you hungry, maybe you should try being sad more often." Ariana smiled and kissed your cheek before walking away.

As soon as she turned her back, you let out the breath you had been holding and rolled your eyes, watching her cross the lawn while shouting:

"DREW! CAN'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOU?"

"Bitch." You muttered, turning your back.

Furious, you grabbed a tray of almond sweets and walked to the back of the garden. There, a series of large rocks divided the space, separating it from a small forest with pine trees casting shadows over them. The cold was more intense on this side, as the movement of the plants indicated.

The lined-up stones on the ground served as seats, and you sat, placing the tray in your lap. Without tasting anything, you began shoving one sweet after another into your mouth, pushing them down your throat until it felt slightly sore. Food hadn’t had a taste for you in a while, so it didn’t really matter to you not knowing what it felt like to taste a sweet like that, just like normal people do.

"Would the lady refuse a dance?" The hoarse voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you lift your head. He was slightly leaning in, with an exaggeratedly polite gesture, and you frowned.

"Refuse? I don’t think that’s quite how you say it..."

"Well, to tell the truth, I’d prefer it if you said no. I’m exhausted."

A crooked smile appeared on your lips, and he lit up.

"I see. So, the party is over for you."

"I think so." His response came without much enthusiasm.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He suggested, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing around. Everyone was distracted with dancing and jokes, and Ariana was out of your line of sight.

Drew, however, was there, in front of you, his hand extended in a silent invitation.

Of course, you accepted.

Running through the forest, holding up the skirt of your dress, you felt your heart race in time with your fast steps. The wind cut through your hair, and Drew’s carefree laughter echoed, following you like a shadow. It was impossible not to be caught up in that lightness, impossible not to forget, even if just for a moment, the weight of the day.

As you left the stone trail behind, the beach appeared before you. At the top of the rock, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sea breeze fill your lungs. The salty smell mixed with the air, and the last rays of the sun tinted the sand with golden hues.

Your daydream was suddenly interrupted when Drew lifted you by your legs and sped down the slope, pulling a surprised scream from you. You clung to his shoulders, the laughter and panic blending in your chest as you felt the world spin.

When he finally set you down, the playful moment turned into a war. Cold water splashed back and forth, laughter mingled with shivers, and eyes squinted amidst the splashes. Drew grinned before attacking again, always determined to pull any trace of sadness from you.

As always, he was there, trying to save a piece of your life with a single moment.

A brief distraction was enough for him to knock you down into the shallow part of the sea, and your body fell next to his. Your gazes locked, so close now that you could see the tiny grains of sand stuck in his eyelashes. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and labored, mingling with yours in the dense air between you two.

"We can’t..." you whispered.

"We can never," he corrected, his voice rough. "But it’s what we want."

"At some point, what we want won’t matter anymore…"

"Exactly." He placed your hand against his lips and pressed a kiss there, almost reverently. "But that won’t stop mattering until I finally get what I want... and I want you. If not the right way, then the wrong way. Forbidden. But I won’t let you go."

The words came with a weight that made your stomach churn, and as he spoke, his lips traced a dangerous path across your skin. First along your fingers, then the palm of your hand, slowly climbing up your arm until they reached your neck. His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer with no gentleness, eliminating any space between you. Not even the wind dared to pass through.

"Stop running from me," he murmured against your skin. "Don’t leave me any longer in this prison with Ari... this isn’t fair."

"I can’t," you denied, the tip of your nose brushing against his. "This is wrong. Dirty. She’s my best friend. She..."

"You're banned from talking about Ari for the next few hours…"

With each word that escaped his lips, he traced a new path with his own across your neck, pulling out sighs from you that seemed to pull you away from reality. Your judgment fragmented, shattered by the heat building within you. Your consciousness screamed, but your body responded differently—the damp warmth between your legs made your thighs press together, a silent confession of the desire consuming you.

Your hands trembled, torn between the urge to push him away and the unbearable desire to pull him even closer. The air around you felt heavy, charged with something dense, electric, like a storm about to burst. The brush of his breath against your skin made your spine involuntarily arch, your body acting on instinct before your mind could process it.

His lips slid from your neck to the curve of your shoulder, his teeth lightly scratching your warm skin. A violent shiver ran through your body, and you felt your chest rise and fall erratically. He noticed—of course, he noticed. A crooked smile formed against your skin before he pressed his lips there again, sucking, marking, as if he wanted to imprint his presence on every inch of you.

You gasped, your fingers finding the fabric of his shirt and clinging to it as if it were the only anchor preventing you from completely losing yourself. But he didn’t want to hold you—he wanted to drag you with him.

"I should stop, shouldn’t I?" His voice came low, loaded with irony and something darker, more dangerous. "But you don’t want me to stop."

He slid his fingers over your hip, slow, lazy, the hot tip tracing a winding path against the thin fabric that covered your skin.

The silence shattered like broken glass when he moved forward, his fingers sinking into your waist with calculated force. You barely had time to react before his lips claimed yours, hungry, fierce, as though he’d been waiting for this moment for far too long.

The shock coursed through your body like lightning, burning every nerve as your mouth molded to his in an embrace that was both violent and inevitable. His taste invaded your senses, warm, intoxicating, and you moaned against his lips, feeling the impact of surrender crash against your chest like a wave too powerful to resist.

He wasn’t in a hurry, but he wasn’t patient either. He kissed as if he were claiming, as though he were embedding a truth in you that even your attempts at denial couldn’t erase. His fingers moved to your face, holding it firmly, forcing you to surrender, to get lost in the erratic rhythm of tongues and teeth and gasps.

The world around you dissolved. There was no Ariana. No past, no future. Just the present, just the suffocating heat between you two, just the muffled sound of breaths mixing together.

You felt your back hit the cold bathroom wall, a stark contrast to the fire spreading through your skin during the winding path you took to your house just minutes before. You were in a rush, urgency pressing on you both, and even so close, you couldn’t pull apart along the way.

Desire won.

He pressed his body against yours, every muscle rigid, every line of his body marked by his presence. The hardness of his touch, the way he moved against you, made a low moan escape your lips, and that seemed to break any last resistance he might have had.

His hands descended, dragging across your skin like liquid fire, as if he wanted to decorate it with his very touch. He let out a rough grunt, a nearly primal sound that made your stomach drop, and when his mouth pulled away from yours for a moment, his eyes found yours, wild, charged with something you couldn’t name, but that you felt pulse inside you just the same.

"This..." He murmured, his thumb tracing your jawline before squeezing it, keeping your gaze locked with his. "Tell me you don’t want this."

But you didn’t say anything.

Because it would be a lie.

He didn’t wait for words. He didn’t need to. The answer was in the way your body yielded to his, in the way your hands gripped him as if you feared he might evaporate into the air.

The kiss began again with even more urgency. He devoured you as though he were on the verge of madness, as if tasting your mouth was the only thing that could calm him. His fingers climbed your arms, sliding down to your shoulders before intertwining in his hair, pulling, provoking a low growl against your lips.

He turned you, guiding your steps blindly until your back met the cold sink, the shock, the shiver, and a crooked smile appeared on his lips before diving again into your neck, exploring with kisses and bites that made your breath hitch.

The heat was unbearable, a complete contrast to the chill of the bathroom. You felt the urgency in the way his hands gripped your waist, as if he wanted to carve every curve of you into his palms. He lifted you effortlessly, making you sit on the edge of the sink, and the new angle made a sigh escape your lips.

His eyes were dark, wild. A muscle pulsed in his jaw as he stared at you, his breath heavy and erratic.

"You’re a problem," he murmured, his voice rough, as he dragged his lips down your jawline, heading toward your collarbone, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

You could barely respond. Desire pulsed inside you like an uncontrolled fire, and your hands slid over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the heated, taut skin.

The distant sound of water echoed before you realized he had turned on the shower. The steam began to fill the space, bringing with it a new layer of suffocating intimacy.

He pulled back slightly, only to grab your hand, guiding you with him into the shower.

The hot water hit your skin like a shock, blending with the heat of his body when he pulled you closer again. Clothes began to stick, becoming a useless weight between the two of you.

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes taking in every detail of your face before his fingers slid down the hem of your shirt.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

The question came in a deep whisper, almost a lament.

But you didn’t answer.

Instead, you raised your arms and let him remove the last barrier between you.

The hot water fell over you both like a muffled curtain, creating a barrier that made the world outside disappear. He seemed even more relentless now, his eyes fixed on yours as if searching for some sign of hesitation. But there was no hesitation. No words were needed. The actions spoke louder, and the heat of his body against yours was all you could feel.

He pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against his with such intensity that it felt as if nothing else mattered. Each movement of his seemed to lead to an internal explosion, as though he were dissolving any trace of resistance inside you. His hands moved forcefully to your waist, squeezing, dragging his fingers over your bare skin, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. He moved even closer, making the physical contact between you almost unbearable.

"Don't try to run," he whispered, his voice rough and deep, almost like a threat his body was already carrying out. The tension between you both grew, and the heat spreading over your skin seemed to amplify the feeling that there was no control over anything anymore. Time had stopped, frozen in that moment, and all that existed was the touch, the heat, the electricity crackling between your bodies, binding you in ways you could barely understand.

His fingers traced down once more, finding the line of your skin, touching, exploring with a precision that made your body arch, desperate for more. The sensation was overwhelming. Every touch, every press made the world around you fade away even further. There was nothing left but him, but the need to be closer, to be consumed. And yet, he challenged you with his gaze. Every movement, every gesture, seemed to say, "Don't stop," as if testing just how far you would go.

The sound of water hitting the shower walls was drowned out by your own soft moans and ragged breaths. Your bodies moved in a silent choreography, a dance that was as much about surrender as it was about control. When you touched him, your hands slid up to the curve of his neck, and then he kissed you again—deep, demanding, as if he couldn't wait another second.

Thought had long left you. You answered with the same intensity. Words no longer mattered. Only the touches, the gasps, the bodies tangled together in the heat of the moment.

His fingers traced over your shoulder, slipping the strap of your heavy dress down. Drew exhaled sharply the moment he realized there was nothing underneath. His gaze darkened as he took in your body, his hand sliding along your side as if marking you, his eyes burning with something primal, as though you were the last thing he ever wanted to taste.

A sudden urgency pulled your bodies together under the cascading water. Drew’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he claimed your lips, tongues tangling in a rhythmless duel. A long, trembling breath escaped between kisses as your hands slid down his chest, one traveling up to the nape of his neck while the other found its way to his cock, stroking in a slow, teasing motion.

Your movements paused for just a second as Drew pressed you against the cold porcelain wall, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist. That was all the invitation he needed. He thrust into you in one deep, unrelenting motion, swallowing your sharp moan with his lips.

No hesitation. No pretense. And he never once let go of your mouth.

"If this shit is ending sooner or later, then I want to be sure I fucked you like never before the last time I had the chance," he growled against your lips.

The hot water only fueled the intensity with which he buried himself inside you, your walls tightening around him as he thrust deeper. Drew poured every ounce of tension into the way his hands roamed—gripping your thighs, your ass—leaving no part of you untouched, unclaimed.

Your eyes met briefly between parted lips, and in the flickering candlelight of the bathroom, his irises gleamed, sharp with hunger, with pleasure barely held back. His breath hitched, a strangled moan escaping him as your back dragged against the slick wall from the force of his movements.

His hand traveled down the center of your stomach, slow, deliberate, until his fingers wrapped around your throat, guided by the bruises he had left the night before.

You held onto his stormy blue eyes, watching them darken with something wicked, something that devoured you from the inside out. Each thrust left him gasping, both of your bodies stealing the heat from the water, feeding off the fire between you instead.

"Drew..." you whimpered between shuddering breaths, your arms tightening around his waist.

With a sudden shift, he flipped you around, pressing your front against the fogged-up glass of the shower. One of your hands braced against the surface while the other dug into his grip as he pulled you back onto him, filling you once more.

He used the tension in your legs to keep you close, grinding deeper, harder, until the rhythm became something primal, something desperate.

His hand moved in sync with the water, sliding up your stomach before closing around your throat again.

His lips brushed against the damp strands of your hair, and a low, guttural groan vibrated against your skin as your walls clenched around him, making his thrusts falter. Not satisfied, you rolled your hips against him, and whatever control he had left snapped.

With a bruising grip, he slammed into you again, your breath hitching as your vision blurred. His wild, feverish gaze met yours in the reflection, pupils blown wide, body taut with restraint unraveling at the seams.

Your broken moans only spurred him on.

Neither of you gave a damn about what would happen next.

But right here, right now—Drew Starkey was yours.

And nothing could change that.

[radaverse]

Something about Mai and Roni is that they're not fully good/bad unlike Jack and Aku.

Aku is pure evil but Roni is just evil because that's what he was taught to be. (Muran as well)

And Mai is good because of the same reason. She has a kinda distorted sense of morality and only got guidance from Jack so yeah

What if she did

She'd be an even more fucked up creature 😭

Mai hating humans would make sense because the ppl that were cruel to her also included humans. (She probably also hated humans for a while in pom canon)

Evil baby

Roni by @tireddovahkiin, Costar and Muran by @darknoverse

[prongsiess]

dumping the brainrot here so it can stop infecting my every thought: i literally cannot get Challengers costars!Barty&Evan&Dorcas out of my mind.

so, the story goes as follows: Barty is cast as Patrick, Evan as Art, and Dorcas as Tashi. they could’ve all known each other before the film, but i feels its more impactful if Barty and Evan have never met, even though they run in similar crowds. So Cas knows them both, maybe she’s worked with them both separately before, or wtv.

the premise of the fic centers around filming the movie and how, as filming progresses, the line between Art&Pat and Evan&Barty blurs and the boys are now in this homoerotic on and off screen friendship. Cas catches on pretty quickly, but lets it play out, because why the fuck not, she’s a lesbian with a hot rock star girlfriend and thinks her costars’ situationship is entertaining, its a win win all around for her.

i haven’t thought of the plot too much, but you know that behind the scene of the boys practicing for the jump-hug in the tennis match at their doubles match in 2006? the one where they’re just jumping into each other arms and falling? and this is rehearsal so its insinuated that this happened *multiple* times in order for them to get it right/do it safely/in an aesthetic manner? yeah, take that bts, make Barty, sitting on Evan, kissing his face, have a moment of "wow, i could do this all day" and then "FUCK i think im falling for my costar".

if anyone wants to explore this further or make a fic out of it, please please PLEASE tag me because im desperate to read this but will not be writing it myself, and so therefore i would love and cherish you forever for making my dreams come true, thank you 💋

[dayas]

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + fiyeraba

Drabble Prompts

YESSSSS

Costars AU 🤩 solely cause I can 😁

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Fiyero Tigelaar didn’t know what he did wrong. He couldn’t remember making any terrible missteps or disappearing into a perilous pitfall during any conversation he’d had with his costar since being cast as the male lead in the biggest romantic movie of the year. But he knew he must’ve done something to irk or anger Elphaba Thropp, because the moment they finished rehearsing a scene, she flat out refused to speak another word to him. Fiyero was a bit surprised by Director Morrible’s casting choice, considering he was one of the biggest stars in the world and she was completely unknown, discovered in some small town. But when he’d seen her act for the first time, watched as she transformed before his very eyes into a completely different person, he understood her reasoning perfectly. She was incredible, and he’d somehow bungled his chances of getting to know her in any capacity that wasn’t strictly professional. And he had tried, approaching her after they’d met for the first time at their chemistry read to congratulate her. Albeit he’d been flirting with some of the other girls who were auditioning mere moments before, but he considered that a completely irrelevant detail. He’d attempted to catch her after their initial table reading too, only to be courteously brushed off before she left. Fiyero didn’t understand it. He had never been brushed aside before. She had to be the only person on Earth who either didn’t know who he was, or didn’t care.

Strangely enough, it felt… refreshing.

He started backing away after that, giving her more space, even if he couldn’t resist a flirtatious quip or two once their scenes concluded. He had no idea whether she’d noticed or not, seeing as she barely spoke two words to him when she didn’t have to (if she even stuck around that long).

After a particularly strenuous rehearsal, Fiyero decided to give his attempts at beginning a genuine friendship with Elphaba one last try.

“Would you like some tea?”

To his complete and utter surprise, she softly said, “Yes.”

His eyes lit up, though he kept his smile small and his nod cordial.

“Come on, then.”

Boq’s home, at which the main cast was currently gathered, was small. Neither he nor Elphaba had offered their current apartments up for post rehearsal hangouts. To him, she seemed impersonal, which explained her reluctance to engage with the rest of them. He preferred his own space to remain his own. It was the only place he could exist solely as himself, not as the larger than life figure he was expected to be.

They walked into the kitchen together as the chattering of the rest of their cast mates faded away. Fiyero set about preparing the kettle, heating the stove and placing the kettle down.

“I normally drink coffee this late at night.”

Elphaba offered him her words casually. Fiyero, still in slight disbelief that she was actually talking to him voluntarily, of her own free will, managed to retain enough brain power to ask, “Why’s that?”

“I used to stay up so late learning lines and practicing for auditions. It’s just habit now, I guess.”

She seemed conflicted, something flickering in her eyes, an internal battle he was only catching flashes of. Still, she asked him, “Have you always preferred tea?”

“Always,” Fiyero confirmed with a nod. “My mum made the best cups, though. It never comes out quite as right when I do it.”

“My mom made the best cups of coffee, too.”

He was surprised by the gentle smile that touching the edges of his lips. He’d gathered the tea pot, tea leaves and the infuser, and he set about readying them for the boiling water. Fiyero knew he probably should have simply enjoyed the moment and kept any further questions to himself.

He was never very good at doing that.

“If I may ask, what changed?”

Elphaba chewed on her lower lip for a moment, staring at him. Whatever she saw in his eyes must have been convincing enough, because she answered, “I saw you today. With that little girl.”

Fiyero froze. Boq’s family had stopped by briefly earlier for a visit, his young niece included. Fiyero figured no one caught the moment he assisted her, but apparently, Elphaba had. Fiyero covered his momentary stillness as best he could, moving to pour the tea into the pot. He offered her a cup once it was steeped, a minute or so later.

“She was crying,” Elphaba said after she’d taken her first sip, “but everyone else was so caught up in their own world. You, though… you leaned down and asked her what was wrong. You talked to her like she was a person, you didn’t infantilize her. You picked her up when she held her arms out and you made her laugh. And you let her go once it was over, like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just see her.”

Fiyero said nothing, sipping from his tea. Elphaba took a step forward, towards him.

“No one noticed. Well, no one but me. You didn’t do what you did for the cameras, or your fans, or even for Boq. You did it because it was the right thing to do.”

She took another step and he almost warned her to stop, because he wasn’t quite sure what he would do if she continued.

“No matter how shallow and self absorbed you pretend to be, it’s all pretense.”

Elphaba’s murmur was meant only for his ears. Part of him wanted to crawl beneath the table they stood next to and forget everything she just said. The louder, bolder part of him pushed him forwards, his chest a single inch away from hers. He looked down, carefully brushing one of the small braids that had fallen forward during their conversation away from her face. He had to take back some power, after all, and he knew his effect on people very well. He bit back the self satisfied smirk that threatened to rise at the quiet breath she sucked in. No matter what she said, she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be.

“There is no pretense here,” Fiyero whispered, more for himself than for her. He needed the reminder more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t think so,” Elphaba whispered back, her gaze steady upon him.

“Elphaba! Fiyero! You guys have got to see this!”

NessaRose’s voice shattered whatever it was the two of them had found themselves entangled in.

“After you.”

Fiyero stepped aside, allowing Elphaba to set her cup down and walk past him. She paused at the kitchen’s edge, turned back to him and said, “Thanks for the tea.”

Incredibly, a small smile lit up her face. She looked pretty when she smiled, Fiyero thought. He would have to see it again sometime. But not currently — he had a reputation to uphold, regardless of whether or not she’d seen right through it.

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Pushing is what I do best, love.”

“Elphaba!” NessaRose called again.

“Coming!” Elphaba yelled back. To Fiyero, once more, she offered those same two words.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stayed behind to clean up the kitchen before waltzing back into the living room, performance ready. But he noticed Elphaba let him sit closer to her than she usually would, that she began to ask for his opinion if he didn’t already provide it, and allowed herself to laugh at his jokes.

He wasn’t sure what it was that made him want more.

All Fiyero knew was one way or another, he was going to know her.

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena. A movie premiere with Gil. Very intrusive Paparazzis. For the actor au 👀

It was a barrage of flashes as soon as they were out of the car. Of course they couldn't expect otherwise. The movie was a huge hit, and with them playing leads in a studio hit again, they were bound to have press at their heels.

But this was insane. Gil wasn't sure if he'd ever been swarmed by fans and paparazzi alike in such a way. There were cameras everywhere, people holding out things for signing, screams on all sides.

Gil reached back before Thena put her feet to the red carpet. His hand closed around hers. "Don't let go."

Thena had done some modelling work over the summer, and with a few other projects she'd done coming out, she was the hottest commodity of the year. She had always been a star, but it really seemed like she couldn't take a step outside without being photographed.

And that wasn't good. It meant he had a harder time seeing her outside of work.

Gil held his hand out. Security was already on either side of them, flanking their exit and direct route into the building for the screening. He kept Thena's hand in his, tight but not enough to hurt her.

"Thena! Thena, can you sign this? Thena, we love you!"

All the voices blended together into one monstrous hivemind. Thena did her best to sign a few things. She couldn't see from all the flashes in her face, and he could tell she couldn't.

Fighting through as best he could, he eventually made it to the doorway. He looked around. A few of his security guys were with him, but Thena's weren't. And Thena wasn't either.

"What the hell?" he glared at them.

They looked affronted. They were hired for his security, after all.

But Gil growled at them, "you just left her there?!"

They had no response. Gil pushed back into the crowd, which was a hellish mass of undulating bodies at this point. Thena was surrounded on all sides. He could barely see the top of her blonde head amidst the chaos.

"Please, back up, just-" Thena was trying to reason with them, but they were pushing and shoving and deafeningly loud. There were placards and books and magazines being shoved at her from all angles. "Back up!"

Gil shoved a few people out of his way. This was beyond out of control. "She said back up!"

"Hey!" the guy most in her personal space protested to being pushed. He had some big photo of her printed on a canvas, shoving it at her for it to be signed. "What's the-"

Gil tossed the thing aside, grasping the jackass by the front of his shirt. "You don't fucking crowd her like that."

The dirt bag was easy to toss, like the trash he was. The security guys around her were trying to keep people at bay, although he didn't know how hard they were trying, since they certainly weren't fucking succeeding at anything.

He took Thena's hand in both of his, refusing to let it slip away from again. He pulled her with him, closer, keeping people away by any means necessary, if it meant kneeing, elbowing, shoulder checking.

He didn't pause at the doorway, either. Only once they were inside and the door was closed did he lean away from her at all. He glared at her security, who were shaking out their jackets. "What the fuck were you doing out there?! Because it certainly wasn't your jobs!"

"Gil," Thena put her hand on his chest.

"How the hell did anyone get that close to her?!" he bellowed at them. Although, by the second time Thena called to him his eyes were on her. He smoothed down the odd hair of hers that had gotten tousled in it all. He tilted his head. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you? Did anyone put their hands on you?"

His hands would be laid on anyone who did, was his point. But Thena shook her head, straightening herself out after the anarchy. He could see on her pale skin where people had pushed and shoved and grabbed.

Thena looked up at him as he slipped the fallen strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. Finally, she managed a small smile for him. "Thanks for the save."

He was happy to save her. But he had never considered it saving her before because there hadn't been any peril quite like that. He looked at the security again. "I'm serious, how was anyone able to just come up and get that close to her? Isn't your job to keep people away from her?"

"Look, it's crazy out there," one made a pitiful attempt at defending their poor performance. "We did what we could."

"Really?" Gil's face darkened. He put his hands on Thena's arms. He could feel her shaking. "Because I seemed to do a lot better than you guys at keeping those animals off of her, so tell me right now why I shouldn't ask each and every one of you to be replaced?"

No one had an answer to that.

He could try to beat it into their skulls how useless they were all night. But he had more important priorities. He pulled his jacket off, leaving himself in the mockneck sweater he had worn underneath. Once it was on Thena's shoulders - completely dwarfing her tiny frame - he put his hand at the small of her back.

"You'll get a reputation," she said, either chiding him or amused by him. "Acting like a beast while you're ushering me away from people."

"I think 'people' is being kind of generous in this situation," he scoffed, letting his disgust ring out loud and clear. "That's no way to behave."

Thena sighed. "It is the craziest I've seen it in some time. I may have to stop signings again, just until people can calm down. Unless the studio can arrange barricaded carpets."

They were going to work out something, Gil was certain of it. Because he wasn't going to watch Thena's bodily safety come into question like it just did. He leaned closer. "Are you sure you're okay? It was pretty scary in there."

She smiled, and he could tell she was trying to put on a brave front. But he knew he had felt her trembling when he'd touched her arm. "I admit, when they came over me like a tidal wave I didn't quite know what to do with myself. The others were there with me, but in one instant--I don't know, I lost sight of everyone."

How it was possible for her security to allow her to lose sight of them, he didn't know. But Gil swallowed that feeling. It wasn't constructive and it wasn't what Thena needed now.

"So, when I say thanks for saving me," she continued, putting her hand on his arm as they started climbing the stairs. "I mean it, now more than ever."

He put his hand over hers, letting her hold onto his arm properly while her other hand pulled her dress just enough to allow her to walk up each step. "I'll always be here to save you, Thena."

She let out a fluttery kind of laugh, although he couldn't see when she was looking away from him. "Don't say things like that."

"It's true," he protested. He could feel some of the tension leave her the further away from the screaming they got. "Those security guards may not be worth shit but I'd like to see anyone try what they tried tonight if they know I'm there."

He thought he was making her laugh; putting on a front, flexing for her like some dumb, macho tough guy. But she eyed his bicep in the half sleeve of the sweater, then looked up at him. And then she was blushing, out of nowhere.

He cleared his throat, finding himself flustered as well. Once at the top of the stairs, Thena didn't really need to hold onto him anymore. He paused, letting them catch their breath. "Are you ready?--to go in there, I mean."

She sighed, smaller than the last one, though. She nodded, her expression solidifying into more of the fearless Thena he had come to know. She looked at his jacket swaying around her like a cloak. "Won't you need this back? I'm sure your stylist will have something to say about me stealing it."

He kept imagining that creep's hands, how they had come so close to grasping her pristine ivory skin. He shook his head, helping her fan her hair out. "The oversized blazer look is a thing, and everything looks good on you."

Gil blushed again; he really had to stop saying these things to his very trusted and respected colleague.

Thena gave him a more sheepish smile as she adjusted her hold on his arm. "It's my armour, to protect me from the wilderness outside."

[eggbagelz]

actor au gale dreams of things he doesn't yet know that he wants

[leather-n-velvet]

High & Low: Part V

A Drew Starkey x singer/actress!OC SMAU

Summary: While on hiatus from touring and wanting to branch out with her career, Ivy Blake auditions for OBX, immediately hitting it off with none other than Drew Starkey during their chemistry read. As tension and drama brew between the two, can they get through the highs and lows that come with fame and relationships together?

A/N: I just want to preface this chapter- this is FICTION. This is an alternate universe and in no way reflects the actual people. I have just used them as a device of convenience due to picture availability. Please do not send anyone any hate.

Also, there are two more little blurbs in this one. I'm still getting back into the swing of writing, so I'm very sorry if it's horrible 😬

Chapter warnings: allusions to sex (no actual smut, but MDNI), cursing, O mentions (sorry).

Dividers by: @cafekitsune ⭐️🌙

Previous Part // Masterlist

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ivyblake IB x Naked Cashmere

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haley_james BEAUTIFUL. AMAZING. STUNNING. SHOW STOPPER.

drewstarkey wow. fuck me.

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drewstarkey wow

madelyncline WIFE

user5 BODYODYODYODY

user7 perfection

hater1 why is she always half naked

haley_james because she can. hope this helps. 😊

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NakedCashmere We are so excited to have @/ivyblake as our newest brand ambassador. Catch the live stream of Sunday's show on our website!

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user4 can she be any more perfect?

user8 MOTHER

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TheIvyLeague ready to try to get my hands on this collection

Ivy’s phone:

Finstas

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madrecliner AKDNFJSKAB

rude_boy bout damn time

djdavisssss ^^^^ RT

lacigurl MY BABIES

highwaytohale CUTIES

starboyd my girl 🩵

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lacigurl YES I TOLD UR ASS

madrecliner my work here is done 😌

sonotivyleague 🩵🩵🩵🩵

O's phone:

Drew’s phone:

Drew was… for lack of a better word, fucked. At least, he thought he would be once he told Ivy the situation. Of course, Ivy was a very understanding person but this was a big deal to her. But how could he go back on his word to O*dessa and A*aron? The guilt was already building, knowing he’d have to disappoint one person he cared about.

“Baby?” He called, walking to the doorway of Ivy’s home studio. It was her sanctuary, truly. All the plants, the warm colors, the mismatched rugs, the couches from her favorite antique stores, she could truly let her creativity flow in a place like this. 

She turned, her beautiful smile lighting up the room as she rose from the piano. “Hey, I didn’t hear you get back. I was talking to Poppy about Sunday and since you and I don’t want to go fully public yet, she said you can hang out with her and Haley while I do my photo ops.”

Their lips met in a sweet but steamy kiss before he pulled back, hands resting on her hips. “About that, I have some bad news.”

Her eyebrows crinkled, wondering what in the world could have happened between when they'd woken up wrapped in each other this morning, her blissfully sore from their reunion the night before, and the hour he had been on his run. “What?”

“Um, I have a thing for a friend that I promised I’d go to. I’m so sorry, baby. Everything has just been insane lately and I completely forgot. I didn’t even remember until O*dessa reminded me.”

Ivy felt a slight dip in her stomach at the mention of the girl’s name. Drew hadn’t given her any reason to be jealous nor to worry, but O*dessa always just seemed to be there. Something in her gut told her not to trust her completely, but until Drew gave her a reason not to trust him, she wasn’t going to be the crazy girlfriend causing issues with his friends.

Drew watched as the disappointment settled on her face, making his heart ache. There weren’t many things in this life that he absolutely hated, but this was definitely the top of the list. Only a month together and he was already disappointing her. 

“Oh. Well, okay.” She muttered, pasting on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

She sighed, “I mean, I’m a little sad but you made a commitment. I can’t be mad at you for being a good friend and following through.” 

“I swear, I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart.” He pulled her closer, brushing his lips against her forehead. “I hate that I’m not going to be there. I know this is a big deal for you.”

She smiled softly at him, “It’s one event, honey. I’m a big girl.”

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JillianBlake so proud of you honey ❤️

madelyncline GODDESS

user1 utter perfection

user8 GLOWING

Ivy's phone:

After Drew had gotten back to her house twenty minutes after their last text, she had pretended to be asleep but her mind was racing with worry. He brushed a kiss to her head before settling in behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

Ivy couldn't shake it as she looked back at her dimmed phone. The pictures that O*dessa had posted made her blood boil. An event supposedly so important that Drew had to come to and they looked like they were playing dress up to pose for selfies. She didn't want to judge, O*dessa and A*aron were younger than she and Drew were, so maybe she was overthinking it and looking for issues but she couldn't help it.

Haley and Poppy were genuinely confused as to why Drew wasn't at the show after she had talked him up so much and was so excited that he was accompanying her. To tell them that he had to cancel last minute was borderline embarrassing.

Even through text, she could tell Drew was feeling guilty about the situation, so it was hard to be completely mad at him. There was just something that was telling her that the whole thing seemed fishy.

A/N: Aaaaaand we have drama. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like to be added to the taglist. I'm so grateful for all of the likes, reblogs, and feedback I've gotten! HUGE thank you to @starkeysbebe for all of her help in this fic!!!

Taglist: @davinashifts333, @rafegf-real

[spideysquake]

death of a bachelorette

drew starkey x costar!reader

masterlist | one | two

youruser

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youruser i have loved euphoria with every single piece of me. i love rue with all of my heart, and i love all of the people who have gone into making her a real person. i love the family that this show has given me, and the memories that i will be able to keep forever from working on this show.

and now it's on to the next one...

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hunterschafer my darling boob, you will always and forever be my favorite co-star

alexademie getting to watch you become the star that you are has been one of the best parts of this show

petracollins you have brought rue to life in a more meaningful and beautiful way than i could've ever imagined, and i'm just so damn proud of you

user3 i can't believe euphoria is actually over but good god they gave rue the most beautiful ending

⤷ ynfanaccount like the petra and y/n team up was so important for telling rue's story the way it needed to be told and i'm so proud of them, even if i'm going to miss the show

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popcrave Rumor has it that Y/N Y/L/N and Drew Starkey are being eyed to lead the new movie from Plan B director Natalie Morales, Death of a Bachelorette. It's being described as half slasher, half romantic comedy about a man and a woman who meet at a wedding and hit it off, only to find themselves running for their lives from a vicious serial killer.

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ynfanaccount oh i just know our girl is going to eat this up

user1 i barely know either of these people but just based off looks, this is going to be an incredible rom com

drewstarkeyfanpage drew has unlocked some of the most fun and interesting projects lately and i just know he's going to be incredible at this

user2 can't believe that slasher rom-com is a genre now but i'm so here for it

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youruser a bit of a break...

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huntershafer god that matcha latte was the shit

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rachelzegler i'm so glad i got you hooked on the trader joe's pear wine because it's just so yummy

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user3 soooo if she's the one taking the picture, who's pouring the wine???? we know she and timmy aren't dating bc they've said so a million times but that is absolutely a man's hand...

⤷ user4 maybe it's drew???? we know our girl loves to prep well for her characters, maybe they're hanging out to develop their chemistry

⤷ user3 i'm trying so hard not to ship them but it's so hard bc they're both so hot and she just has great chemistry with everyone

⤷ user4 no because i get you so bad and i just want drew starkey to have a great relationship that people don't get weird about

y/ny/l/nupdates

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y/ny/l/nupdates y/n seen on the streets of los angeles this weekend, it's rumored that death of a bachelorette is set to start shooting this month!! hopefully we get some sneak peaks of her outfits, because of course they're going to be iconic

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ynfanaccount god how does she make a casual tank and trousers look SO good

waitingfordeathofabachelorette i'm so so so so excited for this f'n movie it's so serious

user5 wait but if this is how good she looks in a casual streetwear type outfit, just imagine her in that bachelorette dress holy god

user6 why does she always walk around like she's the greatest thing ever???? she's barely a good actress and she's not even that cute

⤷ y/ny/l/nupdates you commented hate about y/n on a y/n stan account for why???? because you know we're all in a group chat talking shit about you now

⤷ ynfanaccount ooh get him again for me girl!!

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drewstarkeyfanpage drew spotted this past week at the airport and on location for filming in toronto!! and he looks goooooooooood

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waitingfordeathofabachelorette if anyone sees me stalking these update pages over the next six months... no you didn't

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y/ny/l/nfanpage babe we're really gonna have to team up to do press during this shoot bc i want CONTENT

⤷ drewstarkeyfanpage girl dm me! we're basically user twins already let's be mf besties

author's note: chapter one is here!! i'm so excited about this series and i hope you guys love it as much as i do!!

also in my perfect universe petra collins got to make the euphoria she was always dreaming of and she treats rue and all the other girlies with respect and this is my perfect universe so there <3

let me know if you would like a taglist, because if enough people are interested i'll make sure to make one

anywayssss, love you guys, i'll see you at the next chapter (or completely unrelate other thing i decide to make, if the inspiration strikes)

xx, daisy