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psformybss · 12 days ago

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could we get some angst with secret fiance?

Rumors Like Smoke

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warnings: angst, established relationship, long distance struggles, social media rumors, emotional vulnerability, hurt/comfort

an: this isn’t as angsty as it could have been but i feel like it still has a good amount of angst.

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The rumors started as whispers.

Nothing more than a tagged post.

A fan video of Drew and Odessa walking out of a narrow alley in Belgrade, laughing over something he said.

Someone zoomed in on their hands—not touching, but close enough.

Then came the Reddit threads.

The Twitter sleuths.

The articles with photoshopped thumbnails and question-mark headlines.

“Are Drew Starkey and Odessa A’zion more than costars?”

She hated that it got to her.

Because she knew better.

Drew was an actor. Odessa was his scene partner. This was no different than how he was with Maddie or Madison or any woman he’d worked closely with.

She wasn’t jealous.

Not really.

Not until the silence started to stretch too wide.

She woke up on the couch in Charleston to the buzz of her phone at 2:17 AM.

The sound startled Teddy first. He lifted his head from her lap with a soft huff, looking toward the phone like he expected Drew to walk through the door. But it was just the screen, glowing with his name.

Drew (Serbia)

She answered on the third ring. Her voice was sleepy but strained. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby,” he said, breathless like he’d been rushing to find quiet. “Sorry. I know it’s late over there.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I just… missed you. Needed to hear your voice.”

Her heart cracked a little at that. It always did. But this time, something stayed sharp at the edges.

“Where are you?”

“Outside the hotel. We just wrapped. Odessa and I had pickups. It ran long.”

Of course it was Odessa.

The name hung there like cigarette smoke, curling around things it had no business touching.

She didn’t answer right away. Just sat up straighter, brushing sleep from her eyes while Teddy pressed closer to her thigh.

Drew picked up on the silence. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said, her tone too clipped to mean it. “Just tired.”

He sighed. “Talk to me.”

“I haven’t heard from you in three days.”

“I know. It’s been crazy—”

“Yeah. Busy, right?” she cut in. “You’ve been spotted all over Belgrade with your busy.”

There was a pause on his end. A sharp inhale.

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m not accusing you,” she snapped. “I’m not one of those people online, Drew. I’m your wife.”

Her voice cracked at the end, and she hated it.

“I know you are,” he said softly.

“Then why does it feel like you forgot?”

Teddy’s tail flicked once, sensing her voice tightening.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Drew said, more firm now. “I think about you every second I’m not on set. I’m just… worn out. Trying to finish this job strong.”

“I’ve defended you to strangers,” she whispered. “I ignore the tags, the DMs, the fan theories about you and her. I tell myself I know you better than anyone. But the longer you stay away, the more those voices start to sound like mine.”

That shut him up.

“I’m not mad that you’re working,” she went on. “I’m mad that you let the internet keep me company more than you do.”

Drew exhaled a curse. “That’s not fair.”

“No? You think Teddy doesn’t notice when your side of the bed’s cold every night? You think I don’t check your location just to feel close to you for five seconds before I remember it hasn’t updated in days?”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like this,” he said, voice low.

“But you did.”

Silence.

Teddy pressed his head into her chest, grounding her. She curled her hand into his fur.

“I used to feel like I had all of you,” she whispered. “Now I feel like I have your ghost.”

Drew was quiet for a long time. “I didn’t want to call like this. Not when we’re both tired.”

“Then why did you call?”

“Because I miss you,” he said. “And I don’t know how to fix this from halfway across the world.”

She blinked away the sting in her eyes. “I don’t want a fix. I want you.”

“You have me.”

“Not when I have to fight the internet every day just to believe that.”

His voice broke slightly. “You think I’m cheating?”

“No,” she said instantly. “I think you’re disappearing.”

That was worse somehow.

“You barely call anymore. You’re out with her every other day. And I keep telling myself it’s the same as any other project, but this one feels different. You feel different.”

“I’m not different,” he said. “I’m tired. I’m stretched thin. But I love you just as much as the day I left Charleston.”

“Then show me, Drew,” she whispered. “Because I can’t keep loving a version of you that only exists in old photos and saved voicemails.”

Another silence. Longer this time.

Then, in a whisper: “Don’t give up on me.”

“I’m not,” she said. “But I’m running out of ways to hold on.”

Something moved behind his voice. A shake. A crack. And then—click.

Call ended.

She stared at the screen.

Heart thudding. Hands shaking.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell who ended it. Then she realized—

He hung up.

He didn’t know he’d hung up.

Not until he stared at the screen, still pressed to his ear, and realized the silence wasn’t hers anymore—it was his.

Call ended.

Three seconds passed. Then five. Then the weight of it hit him all at once like a punch straight to the chest.

“Shit,” he muttered, breath catching, his heart galloping too fast. “Shit, shit, shit.”

His hands shook as he fumbled with the phone, heart thundering while he stared at the screen, willing it to light up again. Willing her to call him back. But it stayed dark.

No call. No text. Nothing.

He didn’t even remember pressing the damn button. He’d been too caught in the sound of her voice—cracking, raw, real—too caught in the feeling that he was losing her in slow motion.

Now he was afraid she might already be gone.

He sat there in the hotel room, the echo of her final words thick in the air like smoke that wouldn’t clear.

His throat closed. He looked around the room and hated everything about it—how sterile it felt, how quiet. How far. The bed was cold, still made, untouched from the night before. His hoodie still smelled like the set. His bag was half-zipped, clothes spilling out. And all he could think was: What the fuck am I doing here?

Not just Belgrade.

Here.

In this space between good intentions and terrible execution. Between promises made and promises missed.

He opened his phone and didn’t hesitate this time—he dialed the director.

“Starkey?”

“I need two days,” Drew said, voice gruff. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

There was silence on the other end.

“Something happen?”

“I hung up on my wife by accident. After telling her I loved her and then making her feel like I didn’t. So yeah—something happened.”

Another pause. Then a sigh. “Alright. Two days. Don’t make me regret it.”

“You won’t.”

The airport was buzzing, loud and impersonal, but Drew moved through it on autopilot, booking the soonest flight out like a man possessed.

There was a kiosk just past security that sold flowers—cheap airport bouquets, all wrapped in crinkly cellophane—but he stopped anyway.

He stood there longer than he should’ve, staring at them like they could somehow fix the last three months. The last three days.

“Need help?” the cashier asked.

Drew nodded once, eyes landing on a bouquet of white tulips and blush peonies, her favorite.

“I’ll take those.”

The woman wrapped them slowly, chatting about nothing, and he kept nodding even though he wasn’t listening. His pulse didn’t slow until he was seated on the plane, flowers in his lap, staring out the window and counting the minutes until he could make it right.

Charleston felt warmer the moment he stepped out of the airport.

It always did.

He kept the window down in the taxi, let the breeze wash over him as they drove through streets he knew like the back of his hand.

The office was a brick building tucked between a yoga studio and a secondhand bookstore. Ivy crawled up the side like it had been trying to get inside for years.

He hesitated at the entrance.

The flowers were still in his hand, the stems damp from the melting airport ice pack. He wiped them quickly on his jeans, tried to shake the nerves out of his fingers.

He saw her car parked out front and almost turned around. Almost.

Instead, he stepped inside.

The receptionist—Sienna—looked up from her desk, startled. Her eyes went wide.

“Drew?”

“Hey,” he said, offering a small, sheepish smile. “She in?”

Sienna nodded slowly. “Yeah, she’s here. Her door’s closed but—”

“I’ll knock,” he said.

She opened the door after two knocks, and the look on her face nearly undid him.

She was tired. Still beautiful, still herself, but visibly tired in a way that made his gut twist. Like she hadn’t slept in days. Like his silence had carved something hollow in her that she didn’t know how to fill.

She blinked. “You’re here.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft. “I’m here.”

He held out the flowers, suddenly feeling like they weren’t nearly enough. “I know it’s stupid. And they’re from the airport. But…”

She reached out, took them from him without a word.

For a moment, they just stood there, neither one sure what to say.

The ride home was quiet, but not cold. She drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting just inches from where his sat on the center console. He didn’t reach for her. Not yet.

When they got inside, Teddy was the first to break the tension, leaping onto Drew’s legs like no time had passed.

Drew laughed, crouching down to hug him. “Hey, buddy.”

She walked past him into the living room, setting the flowers in a vase like her hands needed something to do.

“Why’d you come back?” she asked finally.

He stood there for a long beat. “Because you were right.”

She turned to face him. “About what?”

“About everything.” He stepped closer. “I let the noise drown out the only voice I should’ve been listening to. I let you feel alone in something we were supposed to be in together.”

He sat down on the edge of the couch. “I kept telling myself the distance was temporary. That you understood. That love was enough. But I stopped showing it. And that’s on me.”

She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “I didn’t want to doubt you, Drew.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t want to feel like I was losing you.”

“You’re not,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I swear. I’m still yours. I just forgot how to say it in a way you could hear.”

She didn’t speak for a while. Then: “You didn’t even tell me you were coming.”

“I wanted to show up before I talked myself out of it.” He looked up at her. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”

“I always want to see you,” she whispered.

He stood, closing the distance. Slowly. Carefully.

“I miss us,” he said. “The stupid jokes. Your half-finished coffees. Fighting over blankets and waking up to your hair in my face. I miss hearing about your day instead of reading between your posts.”

She looked at him for a long time, eyes glimmering. Then: “I miss us too.”

He reached for her hand, and this time, she let him.

“I’ll post photos of me kissing your forehead every damn day. I’ll FaceTime you from set, from the makeup chair, from the bathroom if that’s the only private place I can find. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel like you’re not competing with a spotlight I never even wanted” he murmured.

“You don’t have to do all that,” she said, though her voice cracked. “Just… don’t disappear on me again.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I couldn’t. You’re the only thing that keeps me grounded.”

She stepped into him then—just barely—and he wrapped his arms around her like something sacred.

Teddy circled them twice before settling by their feet, tail thumping.

They stayed like that for a while.

And when she finally looked up at him, eyes softer now, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

This time, she believed him.

And this time, he meant it.

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leather-n-velvet · 4 months ago

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High & Low: Part I

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 in 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?

Part I

Author’s note: ok guys here’s the first part! I’m not completely happy with it but I wanted to set the stage a little bit. Enjoy!

Divider by: @cafekitsune ⭐️🌙

Next Part // Masterlist

ivyblake

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ivyblake life in the obx 🌴

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madelyncline marry me

ivyblake signed. sealed. delivered. I’m urs bby.

User1 i am Maddie, Maddie is me

madisonbaileybabe 😍

drewstarkey 😌

User2 DREW WRYD HERE

TheIvyLeague MOTHER LIVING HER BEST MERMAID LIFE

ivyupdates

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ivyupdates Drew via Ivy’s Instagram story

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raila4life CUTIE

User1 Y U SO SAD DREW UR LOTERALLY IN THE PRESENCE OF A QUEEN

TheIvyLeague hmmmm 🧐

User3 ugh I hope this doesn’t mean something

User4 and if it does? he seems really nice and they’re probably just friends. Ivy said in an interview recently that she’s not looking for anything rn

User3 he’s been up that one actress’ ass from Grand Army, Ivy doesn’t need to get tangled up in that mess

ivyblake

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ivyblake name a more iconic duo…. I’ll wait 😌

#Raila #gettinkookywithit

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madelyncline the Kook prince and Pogue princess

drewstarkey period.

User1 sassy Drew is everything

user2 MARRY ME DREW

ivyblake 💁‍♀️

rudeth hall & oats

ivyblake ur fired

User3 HAND PLACEMENT

user4 HIS HANDS IN GENERAL

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey Railaaaaaa.

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ivyblake yummy

user5 UMMMM???

user1 IVY BETH BLAKE

ivyblake @/user1 not my government name 🫣

madelyncline 🤭😏

User2 me thinks maddie ships 👀

obx when two worlds collide #Raila

user2 that’s quite a grip y’all have on each other 👀

Ivy’s Phone:

Madelyn Cline replied to your story: 👀🤭

Carlacia Grant replied to your story: hmmmmm 🧐

Odessa A’Zion replied to your story: cute dog

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A/N: aaaaand here’s a little bit of intro to Drew and Ivy’s relationship. What do yall think about this format? I went back and forth between this kind and making the actual Instagram posts. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged in future parts!

#drew starkey #drew starkey angst #Drew Starkey SMAU #drew starkey social media au #drew starkey x oc #drew Starkey x singer!oc #Drew Starkey x actress!oc #High and Low LNV #leather-n-velvet #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey fanfic #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey imagines #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey scenario #drew Starkey blurbs

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tillysslife · 2 months ago

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・❥・ALL TO YOU࿐

in which ... angelica reyes and drew starkey's love story is anything but ordinary. angelica, a non-commital type wants nothing more than to run away from drew's intense gaze and way of seeing straight through her. drew is infatuated with her but when ghosting and fake boyfriends get in the way it's hard to keep fighting.

will angelica slip through his fingers again or will drew fight for their love?

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pairings: drew starkey x singer!fem!oc

content: fluff, angst overload, perhaps smut?? dk yet

warnings: age gap, childhood abuse, drug/alcohol use, mentions of SA, sexual content and profanity.

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. MAIN—CHARACTERS ⭑.ᐟ

sabrina carpenter as angelica reyes

drew starkey as drew starkey

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. SUPPORTING—CHARACTERS ⭑.ᐟ

sydney sweeney as sydney sweeney

shay rudolph as avyina reyes

jacob elordi as jacob elordi

gracie abrams as gracie abrams

madelyn cline as madelyn cline

olivia rodrigo as olivia rodrigo

gracie abrams as gracie abrams

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. SIDE—CHARACTERS ⭑.ᐟ

obx cast as themselves

alexa demie as alexa demie

odessa a’zion as odessa a’zion

ryan reynolds as peter reyes

blake lively as genevieve reyes

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chapters

・❥・ALL TO YOU master list

introduction to angelica reyes

chapter one

chapter two

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A/N: i’ve posted this on my wattpad if you would like to check it out. i’m so excited to get writing seriously.

A/N: tumblr is actually such a cute little website and i'm lowkey liking it better

#drew starkey fic #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘'𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smau #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #drew starkey smut #drew starkey fluff #・❥・ALL TO YOU࿐#Spotify

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theoraekenslover · 11 months ago

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I just found out that Drew Starkey is in a relationship with Odessa A’zion, and I’m crying. I love her but I’m so jealous and I don’t know why I’m crying 😭😭😭😭😭😭 💔💔

#drew starkey #odessa a'zion #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #sadgirl

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wisteria-tarot · 4 months ago

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Can you do a reading on the actor Drew Starkey and his relationship with actress Odessa A’zion?

Disclaimer: This reading is only for entertainment. Take it with a grain of salt. These are my personal interpretations of the cards with a sprinkle of intuition. Tarot is not set in stone it is not the end all be all of someones life.

What is the nature of their relationship?

4 of pentacles, 4 of swords (rx), strength, knight of cups:

The relationship seems to be a mix of emotional depth and emotional challenges. There's a strong desire for connection and emotional fulfillment, with both individuals possibly holding onto the relationship out of fear or a need for security. However, there are unresolved issues, possibly a lack of rest or emotional healing, and one or both people are working on emotional resilience and patience.

#tarot readings #celeb tarot readings #drew starkey #odessa

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folklorefy · 10 hours ago

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drew starkey and odessa a’zion at HAIM’s show!

#drew starkey #odessa a'zion

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hlfmoonshine · 3 months ago

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current active muse list: (temp)

aberdeen carano … librarian (victoria pedretti) vampire she/her bisexual ϵ angelina george … musician (sabrina carpenter) she/her bisexual anya vincent … composer/songwriter (daisy edgar jones) she/her bisexual ash dayna … sales clerk (emma d’arcy) they/them bisexual ϒ beth trent … novelist (natalie dormer) she/her bisexual ϑ boone leigh … drug dealer (drew starkey) he/him homosexual clementine molina … journalist (jeanie mason) she/her bisexual coen eden … illegal fighter (jack o’connell) he/him pansexual dante fox … horror novelist (andrew garfield) he/him bisexual darius landon … owner of the good company (charlie hunnam) he/him bisexual dayton eden … service technician (tom glynn-carney) he/him pansexual dima federov … bodyguard (jai courtney) he/him bisexual elena toro … teaching aid (camila mendes) she/her bisexual erik landon … mechanic/criminal (jake weary) he/him bisexual fleetwood gagnon … musician (paul mescal) he/him pansexual gillian owens … bartender (riley keough) witch she/her bisexual ϵ grey fairfax … novelist (dylan arnold) he/him pansexual ϑ haddie lake … waitress (madelyn cline) she/her bisexual icarus conford … nepo baby (barry keoghan) nephilim he/him pansexual ϵ josie eden … online assistant (willa fitzgerald) she/her bisexual ϒ jordan alexander … video game writer (emma d’arcy) they/them pansexual keyla davis … preschool teacher (fka twigs) she/her bisexual kitsilano riley … owner of the bright eye (elliot page) he/him bixsexual lila barton … clerk (emma mackey) witch she/her bisexual ϵ louis o’brien … financial manager (matthew macfadyen) he/him bisexual ϑ lucien o’malley … history professor/expriest (andrew scott) he/him homosexual ϑ lydia reid … cashier (odessa a’zion) she/her bisexual maric garrison … actor (kit harrington) he/him homosexual magdalena hancock … wrangler (luca hollestelle) she/her homosexual ϒ mickey talbot … owner of cactus jack’s (luke kirby) he/him bisexual morgan forbes … receptionist (natalia dyer) she/her bisexual nevis clarke … fashion designer (kirby howell baptiste) she/her bisexual patrick visser … woodcarver (michiel huisman) werewolf he/him bisexual ϵ perry hart … the art we are owner/artist (rachel mcadams) she/her bisexual rory eden … paralegal (brianne howey) she/her bisexual ϒ rosemary clement … curator (samantha logan) she/her bisexual ruby gilbert … sculpture artist (elizabeth lail) she/her bisexual sanam togan … florist (cemre baysel) she/her bisexual sara woods … insurance specialist (grace van patten) she/her bisexual susanna king hancock … unemployed (madelaine petsch) she/her pansexual tate o’brien … second grade teacher (elizabeth lail) she/her bisexual thaddeus james … millionaire (richard armitage) he/him homosexual ϑ tomas brightman … professor (hamish linklater) he/him bisexual ϑ tyler hancock … golden ranch owner (charlie rowe/ian bohen) he/him bisexual ϑ winnie barton … bartender/hunter (sophie thatcher) witch she/her homosexual ϒϵ wolf weiss … assassin (zach gilford) he/him pansexual ϑ yasha clement … unemployed (sydney sweeney) she/her bisexual

ϑ - exclusive/conditional ϒ - underused ϵ - supernatural alt

#pinned post #updated 01/22/25

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