little story about rafe and jack’s no-so-one-sided beef <3
Rafe laid on his stomach, sprawled out on y/n’s bed, with his arm reached out to wrap onto y/n’s torso. Y/n wore an old t-shirt, Rafe’s hand finding its way to the skin of her lower back sometime during the night, an unintentional search for the comfort of her warmth even in his sleep. Ever since they could remember they’d slept at each other's houses, sharing a bed and staying up chatting until they could barely keep their eyes open. They both enjoyed the peaceful comfort of sleeping in each other's presence.
However, there was someone who did not enjoy the two of them sleeping peacefully in bed: y/n’s dog, Jack. The golden retriever eyed Rafe from his spot curled up on y/n’s daybed, annoyed that the boy had taken his spot on y/n’s bed. Y/n had tried to convince Rafe to let Jack lay on the bed, insisting the dog would simply curl up at their feet and not cause any problems, but Rafe emphatically said no. So, the dog was banished to the plush, pillow covered daybed.
Jack got up from the daybed, stretching out his limbs as he padded over to the side of the bed where he usually laid, and where Rafe lay now. Jack pushed his nose against Rafe’s side, huffing as Rafe continued to sleep peacefully. He continued pushing his nose into Rafe’s side, burrowing further into his ribs, but still Rafe remained asleep.
Jack padded down towards his feet, jumping onto the bed. At the feeling of movement, Rafe instinctually curled his arm around y/n and shifted slightly. Jack panted, walking carefully on the sliver of bed between y/n and Rafe until his snout butt against Rafe’s head.
“What the…” Rafe groaned, picking his head up to be greeted with Jack’s wide eyes and lolling tongue. Jack delivered a quick lick to Rafe’s cheek before plopping down, his fluffy butt landing atop Rafe’s back as the dog made himself comfortable.
“Get off.” Rafe sighed, wiping the bit of slobber from his face before shoving lightly at the dog. Jack refused, moving to rest his head atop y/n’s side.
“Dog— Jack— get the fuck off.” Rafe said, shooing the unbothered dog away. With another groan, Rafe tried his best to flip onto his back without allowing the dog to push him off the bed. Feeling Rafe beginning to stir, y/n began to blink blearily. As she lifted her head, and noticed Jack’s head perched atop her side, y/n smiled.
“Good morning, sweet boy.” Y/n said sweetly, moving to pat the dog on the head before turning to look over at Rafe who was pouting like a child as he glared at the dog.
“I told him to get off and he didn’t listen.” Rafe said, moving to sit against the headboard before crossing his arms against his chest. Jack continued to stare happily at y/n, his tail wagging as y/n peppered kisses to his face.
“He just missed me, isn’t that right? You just wanted to say hi.” Y/n cooed, petting Jack’s head. Rafe rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he continued to watch y/n baby her dog.
“I think the asshole just wanted to sleep on the bed.” Rafe said, to which y/n scowled at him.
“Well you did take his spot.” Y/n shrugged, scratching Jack’s head as the dog turned to look at Rafe.
“His spot?!” Rafe scoffed. “I was here way before him. Way before you even got his ass.”
“Shhhh,” y/n said as she bit back a smile, “there’s no need to fight, right Jack? You guys can share.”
“I’m not sharing the bed with a fuckin’ dog.” Rafe said. “He’s got like… fleas and shit.”
“He does not!” Y/n said, her mouth falling agape. “Jack is a perfectly good young man and you guys are going to have to figure out these sleeping arrangements or you’re both sleeping on the couch.”
“So what, you want me to talk to the fucking dog? Ask him for his opinion?” Rafe scoffed as y/n climbed out of the bed, Jack quickly moving to take her spot as she stood.
“Figure it out.” Y/n shrugged, pressing one last kiss to Jack’s head before departing into the bathroom. As the door to the bathroom closed, Rafe looked over at Jack, who stared back at him. Rafe swore he could see the dog roll his eyes.
based on this ask. warning for some sexual references :)
The four of them were lounging around the campfire, the boys drinking the shitty beers Topper brought and y/n drinking the slightly less shitty cocktail Rafe had made for her. After a day out on the water, they had opted to continue their chatting into the late hours of the night. Topper and Kelce sat next to each other, slunk back in their individual camp chairs, as Rafe and y/n sat opposite them on the outdoor loveseat. Rafe propped his feet up on the edge of the firepit, his toes resting dangerously close to the flames, while y/n curled up under a blanket.
“Oh, I just remembered this shit Ruthie told me.” Topper sat up in his camp chair, leaning forward as he began gesturing wildly with his beer.
“This oughta be good.” Rafe muttered, sighing as he stretched his arms out before resting one along the back of the loveseat. Y/n let out a small chuckle as she prepared for whatever crazy thing Topper was about to talk about.
“Ok, so, y’know how JJ and Kie are like together now?” Topper said, the rest of them nodding. “So apparently, before they got together, Kie and Pope, like, hooked up.”
“What?!” Kelce scoffed, to which Topper simply nodded. Y/n’s eyes widened, darting over to look at Rafe as he gnawed on his bottom lip
“And— and— she and John B had a thing going on for a while.” Topper said. Rafe let out a low sigh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair.
“And they’re still all friends?” Kelce asked.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ crazy I know.” Topper shrugged, shaking his head. Y/n adjusted in her seat, letting her legs out from under her. Her feet brushed against Rafe’s legs, to which he grabbed her ankle and pulled them across his lap, allowing her to stretch her legs out further.
“I mean, it’s not that crazy… they all had crushes on her growing up.” Y/n said, to which the boys all erupted into surprised shouts and hollers, even Rafe letting out a low whistle.
“So they all had crushes on the same girl and didn’t kill each other?” Kelce scoffed, taking a sip of beer. Topper let out a chuckle, nodding along.
“I mean they are friends,” y/n shrugged. “You guys have never had crushes on the same girl?”
“Yeah but like…” Topper’s eyes flickered over to Rafe before looking over at Kelce. “Not serious crushes.”
“But you’ve hooked up with the same girls?” Y/n quirked a brow, the boys nodding. “So how is that any different?”
“It is very different.” Kelce scoffed.
“You’ve hooked up with the same girls and had crushes on the same girls, it doesn’t sound very different.” Y/n said as she sat up. Topper and Kelce groaned, running hands down their faces. Against her feet, she could feel Rafe begin to stir before he began to fidget with the hem of her sweatpants, his fingers brushing against the skin of her ankle.
“Y’know what,” Kelce said, finishing off his beer before tossing the can to the side, “it would be like if all three of us had a crush on you. You don’t think that’s weird at all?”
Y/n suddenly felt Rafe’s fidgeting stop, his fingers pausing against her skin.
“I don’t know,” y/n shrugged, glancing over at Rafe as he clenched his jaw slightly.
“So it’s like all three of us have a crush on you,” Topper began. “Which, ew, no offense.”
“Wow, none taken.” Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. Next to her, Rafe shot daggers at Topper and Kelce from across the fire.
“And then you kiss Kelce,” Topper continues, gesturing with his beer.
“A’ight we get it.” Rafe said.
“And then hook up with Top—” Kelce continues.
“Cut it out.” Rafe snapped. “Don’t joke about that shit or I’ll beat your ass.”
“Dude, chill,” Topper said. “We’d never try anything with her, you know that. Like, never.”
“Yeah you fuckin’ won’t.” Rafe muttered, grasping firmly onto y/n’s ankle. Y/n looked over at him, her brows furrowed, before looking over at Kelce and Topper who were glancing between each other.
“Wow,” Y/n sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. “Didn’t realize the thought of ‘trying something’ with me was that disgusting to you.”
“That’s– that’s not what we meant, it’s just…” Kelce sighed, rubbing a hand along his jaw as he tried to avoid Rafe’s harsh— no, dangerous— gaze.
“Just what? Oh, ‘I’m like a sister’ to you or some shit?” Y/n teased, Topper and Kelce shifting in their seats uncomfortably.
“I mean seriously, you’ve never even thought about it? I’m offended.” Y/n pried, the alcohol in her cup making her feel a bit more bold than usual as she tried to pull a dramatic reaction from the boys.
“Like he’d ever even let us.” Topper muttered under his breath before slinking back into his seat. Kelce chuckled lowly before sinking into his own chair.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n asked with a quirk of her brow.
“Nothing,” Kelce sighed. “Nothing.”
“I hate when you guys fuckin do this.” Y/n snapped, tearing her feet from Rafe’s lap as she stood abruptly. “You act like I’m part of your guys’ group— y’know ‘one of the guys’— one second and then the next you exclude me from your boys shit.”
“That’s not what it is.” Rafe said, looking up at her.
“Then what is it?” Y/n huffed. “Because you’re acting like you’re keeping something from me?”
“We’re not!” Kelce said with a nervous laugh.
“You are.” Y/n scowled.
“Ok, ok! Fucking fine.” Topper threw his hands up in surrender. “What do you want to know?”
“What?” Y/n said, furrowing her brows.
“Ask us a question since you wanna know so fuckin bad.” Topper said.
“Ok, fine.” Y/n took a step forward, moving to stand in front of Topper and Kelce. “Have you ever— at any point— had a crush on me?”
Kelce and Topper glanced nervously between each other. Unbeknownst to y/n, behind her, Rafe was staring harshly at the two of them, his hands balled up into fists.
“N– no.” Kelce stammered, blinking up at y/n, as Topper shook his head.
“Well, there you go.” Rafe said, standing up from the couch with a groan. “You’ve got your answer, let’s head inside—”
“Have you ever thought I looked hot? Like, ‘damn she looks good today’?” Y/n asked, raising her eyebrows. Looking down at Topper and Kelce, she swore she could see them sweating, as if they were trying to hide something.
“No.” Topper said, his eyes darting over to Rafe as he moved to stand next to y/n.
“Hey, y/n, why don’t we head in to—” Rafe said, resting a hand on y/n’s shoulder lightly, to which she shrugged it off.
“What about when you jerked off?” Y/n said, to which Topper and Kelce’s eyes flew wide open, the two of them immediately stammering wildly.
“No, no.” Rafe said sternly, stepping between y/n and the boys. “Answer that fucking question and I’ll kill you both I swear to god.”
“Why not? Don’t I deserve to know?” Y/n said, turning to Rafe, who stared down at her as he chewed on his lip.
“We’re not having this conversation.” Rafe said shortly with a slight chuckle.
“Why not, hmm?” Y/n took a step forward, standing nearly “chest to chest” with Rafe despite being a full head shorter than him. Topper and Kelce sat eerily quiet, quickly drinking fresh beers as they watched in horror as y/n and Rafe stared sternly at each other.
“Because.” Rafe said, swallowing harshly as y/n narrowed her eyes at him.
“Because why?” Y/n pushed.
“Because I fuckin’ said so, a’ight?” Rafe snapped.
“Why are you acting so fucking defensive, Rafe?” Y/n prodded, raising a brow as she noticed a slight flush in Rafe’s cheeks.
“I’m not being defensive—” Rafe scoffed.
“You’ve thought about it, then, haven’t you?” Y/n said, sucking the oxygen out of the air. Topper choked on his beer, Kelce spitting his out onto the concrete with a cough.
“I’m not having this fucking conversation.” Rafe said, his voice dangerously low. Y/n swore she could see Rafe’s jaw tick, a sliver of something unrecognizable glinting in his eye even under the dark night. With a final sigh, y/n stepped back, turning her back to the boys as she went into the house with a huff. As soon as the door closed behind her, Rafe let out an exhale, running a hand through his hair before turning to Topper and Kelce.
“Fuck you guys.” Rafe said before following y/n inside.
summary: when your son punches a bully at preschool, you’re ready to scold him. rafe? he’s trying (and failing) not to be too proud.
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it started with a phone call from your little boy’s preschool.
at first, you thought it was just another routine message from the school—maybe a reminder about an upcoming event. but the second you heard the tone in the teacher’s voice, your stomach dropped.
“there’s been an incident with your son.”
not exactly the words any parent wants to hear, right? so that’s how you and rafe ended up here, squeezed into tiny plastic chairs in the preschool office, waiting for your four-year-old to be brought in.
rafe was calm about the whole thing. way too calm. at that point you didn’t know if it was a façade or if he was hoping for the best and trying not to panic, since it’s barely your son’s second month at preschool. meanwhile, you were still trying to wrap your head around what, exactly, your child could have possibly done that required you two to be called in.
“so… your son got into a little altercation today,” the teacher finally said, her voice carefully measured.
your brows pinched together in confusion. “altercation? what happened?”
“he punched another student,” she clarified.
you looked at rafe, eyes wide in surprise. in all honesty, you were shocked to hear that your four year old son had it in him to throw a punch. sure, he throws tantrums every now and then, but throwing punches? it seemed crazy, to you.
but your lovely husband? he just sat there, lips twitching like he was holding back a smirk.
“alright,” rafe said, nodding slowly, hands folded over his knee. “so, what’d the other kid do?”
the teacher blinked, caught off guard. “mr. cameron, we—”
“not saying it was right, of course,” rafe added quickly, shooting you a glance, like he definitely saw the way you were staring daggers into his skull and is trying to make sure you know he’s not encouraging it. “just wanna understand the situation.”
the teacher hesitated before sighing. she had expected something like this to happen—it was only right to explain the full situation, even if she wasn’t exactly eager to. usually, in cases like these, parents reacted with embarrassment or concern over their child’s behavior. but rafe? he didn’t seem the least bit ashamed.
“your son and a few of his classmates were playing during free time when the other child approached them. from what we gathered, this boy started taking their toys without asking, telling them they were ‘his now’ and calling them names when they protested.”
oh, it was one of those types of situations.
“your son didn’t pay him much attention at first. but when the boy snatched a toy from your son’s friend and made her cry, that’s when your son stepped in. he told the boy to stop—but when the kid pushed him and went for his toy, too…”
she gave you both a pointed look. “that’s when your son decided to handle it… physically.”
you sucked in a breath. rafe, on the other hand, exhaled through his nose, nodding like that made sense and fully approved the logic behind it.
the teacher continued, “our staff intervened immediately, and no one was seriously hurt. but as you can imagine, we want to make sure that all our students understand that hitting is not the right way to solve problems.”
you felt rafe shift beside you, his knee bumping against yours, and without even looking, you just knew he was holding back a smirk. the air around him practically buzzed with poorly concealed amusement, his fingers drumming idly against his thigh like he was fighting the urge to justify your son right then and there.
before you could say anything, the door creaked open, and in walked your son. your tiny, messy-haired, miniature version of rafe. his little lip was jutted out in a pout, brows furrowed just like his father’s when he was irritated. his hands were stuffed in the pockets of his too-big hoodie, shoulders stiff like he was expecting a full-blown lecture.
“well, i think we’ve covered everything,” the teacher said gently. “i’ll leave you all to talk. just make sure to discuss the situation at home and let us know if there’s anything we can do to help.” she gave a brief nod before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind her.
now, it was just the three of you.
your son walked up, his little feet dragging as he plopped down onto the chair beside you, his feet barely brushing the floor. you could see his little brow furrowed, his pout deepening, and his shoulders sagging in frustration.
“baby,” you sighed, turning toward him gently. “what happened?”
his frown only deepened as he kicked his little feet back and forth, clearly still upset. he looked like he was struggling to put his words together, but you could tell from his sad little expression that whatever had happened really bothered him.
“hey, it’s okay,” you reassured him softly, reaching over to ruffle his messy blonde hair. “you can tell us.”
“we’re not mad, buddy. just tell us what happened.” rafe gave him a soft nod of encouragement too, his voice quiet but warm.
“he was bein’ mean,” he muttered, his voice small. he sniffled and looked down at his lap for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet yours, his lower lip trembling slightly. “he took mary’s truck… and made her cry. he was bad, mama.”
your heart broke a little hearing that. your son had been trying to do things right, even at his little age, when emotions can clearly feel so overwhelming. you squeezed his little hand tenderly, trying to give him the reassurance he needed.
“he took my plane too,” he continued, his tiny hand gripping yours. “i told him it was mine, i said you and daddy gave it to me f’my birday’, but he didn’t listen, mama…” His lip quivered slightly as he finished. “i told him to stop but he wouldn’t.”
rafe’s hand instinctively rubbed his back, the proud look on his face barely hidden, but he said nothing. he was waiting for you to handle this.
“so you hit him?” you pressed gently, your voice soft but firm.
your son hesitated, his little lip jutting out even further as he looked down at his hands. then, he nodded slowly, the smallest, most reluctant nod you had ever seen. at least, he didn’t seem to be entirely proud of what he did, which is good, but he also didn’t seem too sorry about it, which is why it’s important to talk with him about it.
you sighed, taking a few seconds to formulate your thoughts correctly, you didn’t want to be too harsh, but you also didn't want him to think it was okay to do such things, even if the other kid’s behavior was wrong.
“sweetheart, you can’t just go around punching people.”
he looked up at you with those big blue eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “but daddy does! to the mean bad guys!”
oh. oh no.
your eyes slowly slid over to rafe, who was sitting there way too smug for a man who knew he was in trouble. his lips twitched, and his posture stiffened, but he still looked oddly proud.
the moment your eyes locked with his, his face went stiff. you could practically see his throat bobbing as he swallowed, trying (and failing) to maintain his innocence.
you didn’t even have to say a word. just the look alone was enough to make him break eye contact. he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearing his throat.
“okay, uh—technically? he’s not wrong—”
“rafe.”
he immediately straightened up. “—but! that doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do.”
your son just stared at him, unconvinced. rafe sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees to meet his son’s eyes.
“listen, buddy,” he started, his voice softer now. “i know you wanted to protect your friend, and i get it. i really do. it’s like when i wanna protect your mom and make sure no one makes her sad, you know?”
your son perked up slightly at that, his pout getting smaller.
“but the thing is, there are better ways to handle it,” rafe continued. “you gotta tell a teacher, okay? or talk to me and your mom about it. fighting should always be the last option. got it?”
your son’s little face scrunched up as he clearly thought it over, his tiny brow furrowing in deep concentration. after what felt like a small eternity, he nodded solemnly. “m’kay.”
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a wave of relief washing over you. he seemed to understand, at least a little bit. but then, of course, your son looked up at rafe, eyes wide and full of innocence. he whispered in his best serious voice.
“but if the kid is really really mean…”
rafe barely held back a grin, clearly trying to fight off his pride, his lips twitching as he met your gaze. you could already tell this was not going to end well. without thinking, you elbowed him lightly in the ribs, shooting him a warning glare.
“no fighting, baby, please.” you reinforced, giving your son a soft pointed look before shooting another glare at your so-called husband.
“yeah, yeah. no fighting.” rafe sighed dramatically, even if deep down, he was incredibly proud that your little man was standing up for himself.
“only if really necessary,” your son added, eyes wide with innocence.
rafe snorted and you swatted his arm, trying your ultimate best to keep a smile off your lips.
with that, you grabbed your son’s tiny hand, gently pulling him toward the door as rafe trailed beside you, way too pleased with how this whole thing went.
as soon as you were outside, you turned to your son. “okay, we’re going straight home, and we’re gonna talk about why hitting is bad.”
“and how to throw a better punch?” rafe teased.
“rafe!”
“okay, okay!” he laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. “i’m kidding, princess.”
your son giggled, already looking up to his dad like he was the coolest person on earth. you sighed. this was going to be a long couple of years.
but as you watched your son happily grab onto rafe’s hand as well as yours, looking up at him with those big, bright blue eyes, you couldn’t help but smile.
because, god help you, the two of them were exactly alike.
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Summary: You share a cute moment with Drew
“You say we’re just friends but I swear, when nobody’s around”
It was getting dark and Khalid was singing ‘Better’, the crowd was dancing and singing, all happy after the cast announced the fourth season. You had a drink in your hand and were absentmindedly dancing to the song and appreciating the sunset, suddenly you felt Drew’s hand on your lower back signaling you that he was there. Drew and yourself had been dating for a while but never confirmed it publicly or overly exposed your relationship. Your fans loved the both of you but you never knew what would happen if you announced it, being private made everything more intimate and you appreciated the moments you spent alone even more. Even now, surrounded by thousands of people, you felt like it was just the two of you in your own bubble. Drew leaned his head down to directly speak into your ear so only you could hear over the noise.
“You look beautiful like this. Enjoying yourself without a care in the world. With that smile that drives me crazy” you tried to hide your smile drinking from your cup, not even thinking about the amount of people who were surely filming the moment, the internet would explode later that night, rumors spreading into the next morning, but all that mattered to you was now. You turned around and tilted your head up so he knew to lower his, allowing you to speak into his ear.
“I think you’ve had a lot to drink today, you’re probably drunk” you joked, knowing that he was just being his usual loving self, a little bolder but it was all him. He shook his head laughing.
“You know i’m not”
“I guess i do”
He pulled back with a smile, admiring you as you sang the song and lightly swayed your body to the music, you looked so happy and beautiful in that lighting, carrying the brightest of smiles and plump cheeks probably aching from smiling so much, he could only think about how much he had missed you that day, the cast had been split into little groups to do activities around the place and while you spent the day with Madelyn, Drew spent his with Austin, only being able to see each other when your co-stars were there too which meant that it was quite chaotic. And now there you were, looking at him with so much love in your eyes. He lowered his head again, prompting you to stop dancing and get closer.
“I love you. Y/n I love you, so, so much and now looking at you, i feel like i don’t say it enough. I love you”
You chuckled and the vibration from your laugh traveled through his body louder than the music moving a whole crowd just below you did. “I love you too. And you do say it enough, I’m glad that we get to do this together for a few more years”
“No I definitely don't.” he argued “But i am glad that it was you in that audition waiting room. I’m proud of you”
“I’m proud of us” he pulled back again to try tattooing your features in his mind.
“God, i can’t-” he shook his head smiling
“What do you mean?” you laughed.
“I can’t act normal when you look at me like that. I really, really want to kiss you right now”
You laughed again, throwing your head back as your shoulders shook and so did you head in disbelief “I’ll tell you what-” he approached you, listening really close to that sweet voice of yours “-once this is all over, i’m all yours”
He nodded in agreement and excitement, smile and eyes shining brighter than the stage’s lights “It’s a date”
can you do a who's most likely to interview between drew and reader alone not being with the other where they are in a secret relationship but after the interview it’s so clear that’s they’re lover
I did change this a little bit to fit what I had in mind but I’m hoping this is what you had in mind!
Since Season 3 came out, you guys had been in back-to-back interviews. You will say, these ones had been a lot more interesting than the ones you guys had done before. You and Drew both had one today for Vanity Fair on ‘Who’s most likely’ and you would be doing them together. You two had decided to show up together, considering it would have been a waste of time driving separately when you were going to the same place.
You guys had been together for a while now and had done a pretty good job at hiding it. Obviously, your friends knew. There was no point in hiding it from the people you were with every day and they were your biggest supporters.
Giving Drew a peck on the lips, you both got out of the car and made your way into the building. After checking in, they showed you to where the interview would be. The setup was like usual; a couch in front of the table, with a both filled with, what you assumed where the questions.
The makeup team came by to do any touch ups you both would need before they started.
“I’m (y/n) (l/n)” You smiled at the camera once they signaled they started rolling and it took Drew a second to realize what was going on, as he was looking at you. You nudged his knee with yours and he seemed to realize what was going on, “And I’m Drew Starkey.”
“And we’re going to be doing ‘who’s most likely’ on the OBX cast with Vanity Fair.” You finished, reaching for the bowl. Pulling out the first question, you couldn’t help but laugh as your answer immediately popped into your head, “Who’s most likely to have their own reality show?”
“You know, I wanna see what Rudy does when we’re not together.” Drew answered, turning to look at you, “He’s just so laidback and care free about everything. And he’s from Alaska so I wanna see how he lives.”
You nodded in agreement before throwing the slip of paper onto the table, “I wanna see Maddy in a reality show. Not just about her. I wanna see her on Big Brother. I feel like she would be great on there.”
Drew snapped his fingers at you as a new thought popped into his head, “I wanna see you on Survivor. You have zero survival skills.”
You gave him an ‘are you serious’ look, “Do I need to bring up the camping trip we went on with Nick a couple years ago?”
Drew straightened up at the mention of the trip as he reached for a slip, turning to face the camera, “Moving on! Who is most likely to ditch their phone and go back to a flip phone?”
You brought your hand above the two of you and pointed down at Drew, “He barely knows where his phone is 90% of the time. Saves him a couple of bucks on a bill.”
Drew held no argument as he agreed with you, “I respond to messages in my head a lot and just kind of forget to actually reply. I’m more of a ‘in the moment’ kind of guy, so I don’t use my phone a lot.”
“Because you’re a grandpa and barely know how to use your phone.” You teased, patting his cheek. Drew rolled his eyes at you, bringing your hand down to his lap. Quickly remembering you were on camera, you brought your hand back to the bowl and pulled out the next slip, “who is most likely to get drunk at a bottomless mimosa brunch?”
You pointed to yourself as did Drew, causing you to crumple up the slip and throw it at him, “Not just me! Maddy too!”
Drew looked over at the camera with a grin on his face, “her and Maddy aren’t allowed to be alone whenever there’s a bar. Especially with any kind of wine.”
“Okay, mr ‘drunk of a glass of wine’” You teased, holding out to the bowl to him. Drew just mocked you as he read the next question, “Most likely to get married in Vegas?”
You both looked at each other in thought. Honestly, you could see any one of your friends doing this but you didn’t know just who to pick.
“This could go any way, really,” you said, tapping your chin, “we’re all impulsive but I don’t think we’re that impulsive.”
“If I had to pick any of them, I would say Chase,” Drew answered, “he definitely does a lot of spur of the moment decisions and I feel like if he was really up for it, he’d go get married in Vegas.”
You had a small smile on your face as you watched Drew run his hand through his hair. At this point, you didn’t care if anyone found out about you guys. You loved Drew and hated that you both had to hide it. You saw how the fans tore into Rudy and Elaine and how much shit Maddy and Chase got when they were together. You also saw what happened when the rumors about him and Odessa started. They just tore her to pieces.
You both were content with just your family and friends knowing about you two. But, sometimes, you just wanted to show him off for everyone to see how much you cared about him and how good he was to you. Drew noticed you weren’t paying attention and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb just under the hem of your skirt, “You okay?”
You just nodded your head, giving him a smile as you reached for a new question.
Yeah, you were great.
OBXFAN20: Okay, no one can tell me they’re not dating after watching the vanity fair interview
Fan90: Did you see how he grabbed her thigh? I would have died 😭
(Y/c/n)lover: The way she just sat and smiled at him has me 100% convinced her and Drew are dating
Summary: Literally one of the best interview ways to ever be created
This had to be the best day of your life. You were a huge fan of the Buzzfeed Puppy Interviews so of course you were on board when they mentioned you guys doing it. You guys were doing it in groups; you, Drew, Maddy, and Austin in one and then Madison, Cleo, JD, and Chase in the other.
“I’m Y/N”
“I’m Drew Starkey.”
“I’m Madelyn Cline.”
“And I’m Austin North.”
“And we’re the cast of Outer Banks-” You started but Madelyn cut you off, too excited to hold it in, “And this is the best day of my life.”
Everyone let out a laugh at the blonde but you were all as equally excited but you guys were all better at hiding it.
“Spoiler alert, if you haven’t watched the season, go do that and then come back!” Austin warned and you all agreed.
The season had only been out for a few days and you knew not everyone would have had a chance to either watch it or finish it and you knew the questions would be about this season and didn’t want to have it spoiled for anyone.
“Bring in the puppies!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands in excitement. You all sat anxiously, waiting for them to bring in the puppies. You let out a gasp as a little tan husky made its way over to you, “Hi, baby!”
You held out your hand for it so smell and laughed when it started nibbling on your fingers, “Oh, I’m not doing anything for this interview.”
Drew had immediately been swarmed when he laid down as the puppies all decided to attack him. You held the little puppy against your chest as you used your hand to wave his paw at Drew, “Who knew it only took 5 puppies to take down a 6’0 man?”
The group let out a laugh before the first question was pulled up.
‘What was it like filming on location for all of the ‘Poguelandia’ scenes in season 3?’
“I barely have an attention span so this is going to be impossible,” you started, “I will say, it was surreal to be able to go to Barbados. If you had told me even when the show started that we would be traveling to the beautiful Barbados, I probably would have laughed.”
Drew could tell your attention was slipping away from the question and answered, “We got to film in Barbados- the beautiful country of Barbados, the people there are so welcoming and it’s-gorgeous, ohhh.” His attention immediately disappeared as a black Labrador hopped in his lap. He could make fun of you all he wanted but he easily got just as distracted as you by puppies.
“I will say, I’m upset that my time in Barbados on-set was spent inside of a house rather than being outside like the Pogues.”
‘What was your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming season 3 of Outer Banks?’
“It felt like we show two seasons, the one they shot in Barbados and the one we all shot in Charleston and they’re all just gonna merge into one.” Austin explained, playing with a husky.
Whoever decided they were all mature enough to do this interview, clearly underestimated them. This was going to take forever to get through.
“I liked the fact that we kept the ‘where’s y/n’ group chat going.” Maddy laughed as they all agreed. You held the puppy up in front of you as you talked to it in a baby voice, “They’re so mean, aren’t they?”
‘What has been your favorite plot twist on Outer Banks so far? *Spoiler Alert!*
“My father faking his suicide.” Madelyn answered
“It was pretty gnarly…Rafe’s haircut.” Austin said as Drew agreed, “It’s pretty bug.”
“Uh…the fact that Big John was actually alive still completely blew my mind.” You answered, leaning back as they puppy walked across your chest. Drew leaned over and pulled down your skirt, to make sure nothing was showing. You sent him a grateful smile but quickly pouted when the husky walked over to him.
‘What’s a role people would be surprised to find out you auditioned for, but didn’t get?’
“I auditioned for John b, unsurprisingly did not get it.” Drew answered, while petting the husky that was beginning to fall asleep in his lap. Another puppy had taken it upon himself to come over and plop down in your lap while playing with a toy as you answered, “I actually got a roll in ‘After We Collided’ but turned it down after I booked Outer Banks.”
“Wait, you turned it down?” Maddy asked, leaning forward to look at you, “Why? That would have been amazing?”
You shrugged, turning your attention to the puppy, “I had to figure out which one I would have enjoyed doing more and I made the right choice.”
‘Who’s the most famous person who has DM’d you?’
You all let out a laugh before the awkward silence happened. None of you wanted to answer this question. Not wanting to betray anyone’s trust.
“Amanda Seyfried messaged me,” Madelyn laughed, “I was actually pretty excited about that.”
“Uh…Selena Gomez messaged me to tell me how much of a fan of the show she was and I almost peed myself from how starstruck I was.” You answered, “but that’s all I’m saying.”
“Um…Y/N L/N DM’d me once,” Drew grinned, looking over at you, trying not to move as much because the husky was sleeping on his legs, “changed my life.”
‘If you could have any other actor make a cameo on Outer Banks, who would it be?’
“Danny Devito.” Madelyn picked
“The Rock.”
“Elizabeth Olsen or Sophie Turner.” You gushed and everyone let out a laugh, “I love both of them with my whole heart.”
Drew patted your knee with a laugh, “We know, baby. We know.”
You rolled your eyes as you pushed his hand off of your leg, “Says the one in love with Pedro Pascal.”
‘If you could play any other Outer Banks character besides your own, who would you wanted to play?’
“I’d play Shoupe.” Maddy answered with no hesitation as you snapped your fingers at her, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have a mustache. But, I think I’d like to be either John B or Rose.”
“Those are two very different characters.” Austin pointed out with a laugh as Drew and Maddy agreed, “John B always has something going on and I just wanna be apart of that thought process, ya know? And Rose? She just sits at home and drinks all day. The epitome of a housewife.”
‘Have your real-life friendships influenced the characters at all, especially now after three seasons together?’
“I think it’s obvious that Drew, Austin, and I are very different from our characters,” You started, “but I think after working together for three years, we’ve all kind of found a way to bring our characters to a bond because clearly, our characters would do anything for each other and I think all of us would do anything for each other, even robbing a train if it came down to it.”
“As JJ said, ‘Like they’re going to think a guy wearing flip flops is involved in a robbery’” Austin spoke causing you all to laugh. The puppy nipped at your fingers, drawing your attention down to it. You pouted your lip out at the puppy before turning to look at Drew, who was focused on the still sleeping husky in his lap, “Can’t we just take him home?”
Drew shook his head at you as you held the dog out to him, speaking for the dog, “Please, take me home. I’m potty trained and everything.” You popped your head out from behind the puppy as Austin and Maddy laughed at the two of you. You had been trying to convince Drew for over a year to get another dog but he wasn’t budging, “We already have a dog, buddy.”
“Party pooper.” You mumbled, placing the dog back in your lap
‘Y/N, what was like for Y/C/N to finally realize Rafe was as bad as everyone said he was?’
“Uh, first off, rude.” Drew held up one of his fingers before looking over at you, “And two, how you answer this, depends on if we get another dog.”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you spoke up, “It was a little hard at first. Y/C/N was very oblivious to what Rafe was doing at the start but I think this season, she finally came to realize that he stopped caring about their relationship a long time ago. You can definitely tell she struggled a lot with trying to figure out if she should just stay on the sidelines like she always did or if she should break up with him.”
“I was more surprised with the writers having Y/C/N turn on Rafe,” Maddy added, “I think that was also one of the biggest plot twists none of us saw coming.”
‘What’s the last show you binge watched?’
“Game of thrones.” Maddy quietly spoke, playing with the dog laying in front of her
“Love Island. Madison and I started watching it together,” you started but Drew cut you off quietly, “I haven’t seen it yet.”
You looked at him in confusion, “When-you’re never at our apartment when Madison and I watch it.”
“Becauuse I don’t want to impose on girls night.” He told you, causing you to giggle, “and yet you always somehow do, don’t you?”
“Outer Banks” Cast tests how well they know each other
Drew starkey x f!reader
Masterlist
A/N: (Y/m/n = your mom’s name) Next Drew Starkey post the day after tomorrow, I’m thinking a smut before I start posting your requests?
Word count: 1.3K
“Hi i’m Y/n Y/l/n and we are the cast of Outer Banks and we’re here to test how well we know each other”
“Before we start, i just wanna say that Drew should not be able to play this turn” announced Chase, putting his arms up in surrender. Every other cast member agreed while you and Drew were looking at each other with widened eyes, clearly insulted by this.
“Why?” you asked.
“And Y/n should not play when it’s Drew’s turn” added Austin.
“Cause y’all are practically married at this point, it’s not fair” explained Rudy.
“Yes it is”
Finally they all accepted the fact that you should all play regardless of your personal relationships.
“Okay first question ‘What is the first thing I do in the morning?’ ”
“Wait, is this like when you’re at home or working?” asked Madelyn.
“Good question, can we do both?” you asked, looking at the producers off camera, they all nodded.
“Check your phone!”
“Go to the bathroom!”
“Brush your teeth?”
“Kick me and then go back to sleep!” answered Drew.
“That is- okay pause. I don’t kick you on purpose”
“Hello, doll face. Care for a drink?” A cute blonde offers a red solo cup to you as you pass the kegs and you grimace, not hiding your distaste.
“Um, no.” You say, trying to move past him but he doesn’t let you, fixing you very a flirty grin. You’d heard about this blonde. He was cute as hell and obviously very charming but also a dirty Pogue and beneath you. Your friends always talked about how hot he was and rumors said he was an excellent lay but you weren’t interested.
“My boyfriend is standing right over there. If he sees you talking to me for more than 30 seconds, he’s liable to kick your ass.” You retort, brushing your hair from your face.
“My boyfriend is standing right over there. If he sees you talking to me for more than 30 seconds, he’s liable to kick your ass.” You retort, brushing your hair from your face.
“He sounds insecure. You’re not allowed to talk to other guys?” He raises a brow at you.
“Not one’s that flirt with me.” You scoff.
“What makes you think I’m flirting with you? Maybe this is just my charm. I’d never flirt with a Kook.” His gaze rakes over you with matching distaste. You kind of liked that he wasn’t afraid to push you. Most people feared you but he didn’t. He challenged you.
“And I’d never flirt with you.” You counter, crossing your arms and making your tits stick out more. His eyes harden but he doesn’t look down. It was an easy trick but he didn’t take the bait. He didn’t like to lose.
“Good. I’m sure you’re a terrible fuck. I don’t do boring chicks.” He shrugs, taking a long drink of his beer.
“I’m not boring!” You retort without thinking. You feel your body heat under his gaze and you suddenly wanted to know what those lips felt like on yours. It’d been a long time since anyone had made your heart race the way it was in your chest.
“I don’t know. You kinda seem like a pillow princess.” He taunts, turning away from you like he’s dismissing you and filling up his cup again.
“So? If a guy can’t give proper foreplay, why should I try?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them and he bites back a smirk before looking back at you.
“Trust me, if he’s not giving you proper foreplay then he’s a bitch. Girls should be teased and tongue fucked until they’re begging you to stop.” His words are low so no one overhears but it’s enough for your heart to skip a beat. You wanted that. Your boyfriend didn’t give head so you didn’t either. Yet, here a Pogue was getting you hot and bothered over just words and painting a picture in your head.
“By the look on your face, I can tell that’s not the case for you. That’s a shame. I would happily drown in your pussy.” His eyes shine with intent and you have to remind yourself to breathe. He licks his lips and you suddenly want that tongue between your thighs or in your mouth. You don’t think before snatching the drink from his hand and downing it, trying to put out the fire in your blood. He smiles at you, finally letting his eyes rest on your prominent cleavage. Had it really been so long since you’d had a decent fuck that you were ten seconds away from begging this Pogue to fuck you?
“Yo. You hitting on my girl?” You blink, stepping back as your boyfriend pushes between you and the blonde.
“Nah man, just a friendly chat.” The Pogue says, not a hint of remorse on his face.
“Well, don’t. She’s spoken for.” Your boyfriend snaps, shoving the blonde in the chest. His expression turns murderous and your thighs clench. His anger was even hotter than his wit.
“I heard. I also heard you’re a bitch that can’t fuck his girl right.” Your jaw drops and all hell breaks lose.
Everyone scattered after the fight but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Not yet anyway. You make your way over to a secluded part of the beach that’s littered with fallen trees and see the blonde getting his face examined by a curly haired girl. She’s scolding him. You can tell by the angry expression on her face. Which is quickly directed at you when she sees you approach.
“Haven’t you done enough?” She snaps but his smile catches your attention.
“Kie, it’s fine. I’ll meet you back at the Chateau.”
“You can’t be serious. She’s the reason you got your ass beat.” She shouts, looking between the two of you. You hardly see her. You just wanted to be near the one person who made you question everything. That made your heart skip in your chest.
“Go.” He says sternly. Kie grabs her stuff before shouldering past you and disappearing up the path back to where everyone is parked.
You don’t move for a moment, just taking him in. His shirt had been ripped off in the scuffle and he had a few scrapes and bruises along his face and hands but other than that, he looked okay. You hadn’t even checked on your boyfriend yet.
Your eyes linger on the shark tooth necklace around his neck and down to his washboard abs. He was.. dirty and sexy. And wrong. The enemy.
“Did you think about what I said?” His voice meets your ears and you finally look at his face.
“Which part?” You don’t recognize your own voice, the energy shifting between you two. He gets up and closes the distance between you. Your breath catches when he brushes your hair from your face, his breath hitting your forehead.
“About letting me drown in your pussy.” You gasp at his filthy words, trying hard to swallow the lump in your throat.
“I don’t even know your name.” You whisper as he tips your chin up and leans in, his nose grazing yours.
“Do you want to?” His voice is lower, his lips tempting and so inviting right in front of yours.
“Not really.” You admit, your lips drifting over his. You could almost taste the beer on his tongue.
“Listen, I’m not interested in being your rebel phase.” He licks his lips and his tongue swipes over yours, making you suck in a shaky breath.
“That’s too bad because that’s all I have to offer.” You admit, leaning in to close the space between you but he pulls back just enough that you miss.
“I’m not your dirty secret either. I won’t be left staring at you from across some party while you hang on his arm.” He nudges your nose with his own, his jaw clenched tight.
“Then walk away.” You whisper, your restraint slipping through your fingers. His hand suddenly finds its way in your hair and he’s tilting your chin up.
“I can’t.” Then his mouth is on yours and you forget how to breathe. Your arms wrap around his waist and your nails scrape his back as you cling to him. Your tongues collide and your head spins, knowing you’d never been kissed like this before. Nothing would ever compare to this and you didn’t even know his name. Blondie would have to do.
He suddenly picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he sits down on a fallen tree, never breaking your kiss. You wind your arms around his neck as you start to grind your body against his, in search of friction as his hands find your ass under your sundress. He squeezes and kneads the flesh, groaning against your lips.
“We should stop.” He whispers, stroking you through your panties. You were embarrassingly wet and wanting.
“Then stop.” You rasped, finding the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head. He curses before he tears his mouth from yours and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You should be worried about being caught out in the open with a Pogue but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you grind harder on him.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Blondie growls, smashing your lips back to his.
“You’re actually going to get me killed.” He groans, lifting you up enough so he can undo his shorts. His heavy length slaps against your thigh and you moan, desperate to have that inside you. You can’t stop kissing as you feel him roll on a condom then he’s sheathing himself inside you.
“Fuck.” You both curse, burying your faces against each other. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place as he fucks up into you.
“Oh my fucking god, you feel so good. You’re gonna make me cum too fucking fast.” He buries his face in your breasts, biting the flesh as he fucks you.
“I’m close.” You cry as he hits that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars. “Oh god.”
“Come on, let me have it.” Your body seizes up, your pussy clenching painfully around his length as you cum. He groans, fingers digging into your back as he finds his own release. You keep rocking your hips back and forth until you’re both sated, milking his cock dry.
“Holy shit.” Blondie groans, holding you tight as you both fight to catch your breath. Your body was buzzing even though you’d just had the best orgasm of your life. You didn’t want to detach yourself but you knew you had to. There was no other option.
You slowly got to your feet, wincing from the loss and the ache of him as you tugged your dress back on. You didn’t see what he’d done with the condom but his shorts were zipped back up as you faced one another. You didn’t want some awkward goodbye but you didn’t want to be his friend either.
“This can’t happen again.” He says, startling you by taking the burden on himself.
“Why not?” You ask, wondering if his reasoning is the same as yours.
“Because I’m having difficulty letting you go now. If I fuck you again, I won’t.” His expression is hard but his blue eyes are soft, making you believe every word. Your breath catches and you fight back tears.
“Just treat me like all the other girls in your bed.” You laugh half heartedly, swiping your hair off your neck and over your shoulder. You couldn’t look at him.
“Trust me, you’re not other girls. You pretend to be, but you’re not.”
“You don’t even know me.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm, hauling you back against him and kissing you hard. He only pulls away after you’ve gone limp in his arms and can’t hold yourself up anymore.
“I do know you. Just like you knew my name this entire time.” He pants, kissing you again.
“How did you know?”
“Because you moaned it as you came and I’ll never be able to get the sound of it out of my fucking head.”
you and your ex boyfriend, rafe, said at the same time. you stood on the stairs, a tight red dress on your body with gold heels to match.
“what are you doing here- what is she doing here?” rafe’s eyes went from yours to mr. signh’s.
“come, ms. l/n.”
you suspiciously followed the man into the living room, shoulder brushing rafe’s. his hair was buzzed and he was wearing a navy blue suit.
“sit, don’t be shy.”
the couch was plush as you sat down, bouncing your leg in anticipation. rafe sat next to you, his eyes drifting to your exposed thigh and the way it jiggled with your movement.
he always loved your thighs, as well as every part of you. he’s known you since middle school, when your family moved to figure 8.
you and sarah became friends, despite your few year age difference. but then you met kiara, jj, pope, and john b. you and rafe began dating when you graduated high school.
but his drug problem became too much, then the spiral of having to please his dad. you broke things off with him after a year and a half.
he was your first love, and you were his.
and things didn't necessarily break off smoothly.
"i believe you are knowledgeable about the whereabouts of something i want, ms. l/n."
you stared up at the man, unsure of what to do. “you’re going to need to be more specific.”
“the diary, ms. l/n. where is the diary?”
you kept a pokerface as all eyes were on you. you bit your lip, trying to decide what was the best thing for you to say. out of the corner of your eye you could see rafe fidgeting with his rings.
“i don’t know.”
mr. singh laughed at you.
“think carefully and wisely, miss l/n.”
“i told you, i don’t know.”
“you have 24 hours to tell me where the diary is, or i cannot guarantee your or your ex’s safety.”
you felt rafe look at you pleadingly.
you got up, feeling signh’s eyes on you as you walked up the stairs. when you were out of sight, you released a breath.
“y/n-“ you felt rafe’s hand grab your wrist.
“don’t touch.” you pulled away, opening the door to your little suite.
you heard the guard lock the door as rafe entered behind you.
“you have to work with me on this, y/n. be truthful, do you know where the diary is?”
"why would i tell you anything after everything you've put me and my friends through?"
your tone was harsh, and if your eyes could shoot daggers they would have killed rafe by now. he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he did so.
"i get it, okay."
"no, i don't think you do, rafe."
"why trust me? because i'm the only thing you got right now."
"wow, lucky me." you rolled your eyes, staring out the window to the many armed guards around the property.
"talk to me, y/n. you know me."
"i thought i did," you turned to look at him. his face was soft and he looked genuine for once.
"i thought i was dating a good man who had a lot of anger issues, but i can subside that. i thought you cared about me, even letting you do cocaine off my fucking tits!"
your anger was getting the better of you, but rafe didn't interrupt.
"but then, your gentle touch grew aggressive, and... and you changed, rafe. you were high or drunk every second of every day and you were putting your dad before me. you didn't see me as your girlfriend anymore. i was just in the way of you getting that fucking cross that doesn't even belong to you or your family."
"i was doing it for us, y/n! for our future and-"
"that's complete bullshit! the drugs were for our future? how you almost killed my friends?"
rafe went to step forward but you stepped back. you didn't realize how close you were to the wall when your back hit it. the tall man slowly approached you, an unknown look in his eyes.
his large hand went up to cup your jaw, making you look directly at him. his touch electrified you, being so touch starved.
"i never stopped caring about you, y/n."
"don't."
your voice was barely above a whisper, lip quivering. you knew this was a bad idea, a horrible one, even.
"i still love you."
"you're trying to manipulate me."
"god damn it, y/n! why can't you just trust me for once? what do i have to do to get you to believe me?" his hand banged against the wall as you flinch, putting your head down at the sound.
"i'm sorry," rafe ran his hand down his face.
"i'm sorry, i just-"
rafe went to sit down on the edge of the bed. his hands were rubbing his eyes.
you didn't know what to say. what could you say?
"rafe-"
"we should get ready for bed. i'll sleep on the floor."
with that, you dismissed yourself into the bathroom.
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you came back about thirty minutes later, hair washed, dressed in satin pajamas. rafe had made himself a little bed on the floor, yet he sat on the king bed.
"still take long showers." he tried to joke, but you kept a straight face.
you've never been so quiet before, and rafe didn't know what to do.
"you can sleep on the bed, rafe. we've had sex before, we're well past sharing a bed."
rafe stared at you, letting his eyes drift down your frame.
you went around the side as rafe picked up a pillow. you got yourself in for bed, staring up at the ceiling.
you hadn't noticed rafe had taken off his shirt or pants, leaving himself in silk pajama pants.
he laid next to you, trying to find something to say.
"tomorrow, one of us, or both of us can end up dead. i need you to tell me where the diary is, y/n."
"i don't know where the original one is."
"is there copies?"
"one."
rafe instinctively rubbed your cheek, noticing the way your eyes fluttered shut from the feel.
"atta girl."
maybe it was the way his touch felt, or the praise, but you couldn't quite explain why your clit began to ache.
"rafe-"
you just now realized how close he was to you.
his eyes were memorizing every trace of you in the dim light, scared that he may lose you tomorrow.
he moved to sit up on his elbow, pondering of what to do. what move to make. fuck he missed you so much.
"you went from having so much game to none," you joked, unsure of where this was coming from.
moments ago, you were shying away from him, telling him about everything he fucked up with.
"who said i lost it?" he smirked, peering down at you.
now, you were nervous. and horny.
"kiss me." you were so quiet, he almost didn't catch what you said.
rafe wasted no time in capturing your lips in his. your hands gripped his broad shoulders as you forced him closer, bucking your hips on his thigh.
"my needy girl, huh?"
you whined at his words, desperate for friction.
his hand snuck its way down into your pants, his fingers collecting your juices.
"imma need you to shut the fuck up for me, okay?" he said, his eyes capturing your face as he began to circle your clit.
you nodded, biting your lip, his touch felt delicious on your throbbing clit, desperate for him to make you cum.
"i missed you."
rafe was quiet he stood on his knees on the bed, flipping you over.
"please, rafe."
you gently swayed your ass up at him, hearing him mewl as he pulled your lavender silk pjs off.
"so fucking desperate for me, y/n. some things never change."
he was mostly mumbling to himself as he ran his leaking cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.
you laid on your stomach, urging your hips up to try to get more of him inside of you.
"it's been too fucking long, rafe. fuck me or i swear-"
he smacked your ass, shoving his way into you. you accidentally screamed out, causing him to cover your mouth with his big hand.
"what do you not understand about shutting the fuck up?" he leaned himself over, scolding you in your ear.
meanwhile, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as his cock drove directly into your g spot.
being quiet was near impossible as the bed was creaking, but at some point rafe stopped caring about that.
"missed this fucking cunt. taking me so good."
you moaned against his hand, his fingers shoving itself into your mouth.
you sucked on them as he fucked you, his hips hitting your ass. his breaths were quick as he watched where your cunt swallowed his cock.
"dirty fucking girl."
you tilted your head back as he gripped your hair, taking his fingers out of your mouth.
"it turns you on knowing we can get walked in on at any minute, huh?" his lips were next to your ear. you couldn't form a proper sentence, too focused on the way his cock felt.
"all these armed men would see how much of a slut you are for me."
"i'm your fucking slut, rafe, fuck. please," you squeezed your cunt around him.
he released your hair, using his big arms to grab your stomach and force your hips up. he held you tightly against him as he fucked you, sucking hickies into your neck. you could feel him panting against you.
the erotic-ness of it all made your cunt wetter.
all you could think about was cumming on his dick. your tits bounced as he fucked you, keeping one hand on your stomach to hold you still and the other groping your tit.
"you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"
you whined out, nodding against him. you brought your hand down to your clit, the other keeping your mouth shut.
"let me feel you cum on that cock, baby."
your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes once more as your stomach tightened, your pussy clenching around his dick as you came.
you hadn't had a proper orgasm in forever, no one ever seeming to satisfy you as much as rafe had.
"i bet you're fucking ruined. no one else pleases you, baby. is that right?"
"i only love your cock." you moaned out, his hips still harsh on yours. he was chasing his own orgasm, desperate to cum inside of you and mark you as his once again.
"beg for my cum."
"please cum in me, rafe. please, i need it so bad."
the overstimulation of him on your g spot was driving you insane. then, he brought his hand down to your clit and your vision went blurry.
"good fucking slut."
his cum shot inside of you, painting your walls in a way only he could. you, on the other hand, were so overcome with pleasure, you didn't even notice you had began squirting.
"holy shit, baby."
rafe was panting, pulling his cock out of you as you fell on the bed. your juices were showered all over his stomach, cock, balls, and bed sheets.
his eyes were amazed as he gently flipped you onto your back, noticing your fucked-out self.
he let you recover for a few moments, watching his cum drip out of your cunt.
"rafe-"
you said softly, feeling his arms wrap around your thighs. you hadn't noticed he placed himself between your thighs, looking hungrily at your pussy.
"it could be our last night, baby. let's enjoy this, yeah?"
“I’m (y/n) (l/n) and this fine looking gentleman is my boyfriend, Joseph and today…we’re doing the BuzzFeed relationship quiz to see how well we know each other.”
Drew let out a groan at the use of his first name, looking over at you, “I don’t like when you call me that. You only call me that when you’re mad at me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before placing one on his shoulder and looking down at the laptop. The questions listed were more like a checklist rather than actual questions but there was a variety to choose from.
‘Their birthday’
“(Y/B/D) (Y/B/Y)” He answered, tapping his hands on the desk
“November 4, 1993.” You said, “I didn’t believe him when he told me he was 26 when we first met because he doesn’t look like he’s 30.”
Drew let out sigh, shaking his head, “I don’t like to talk about it.”
“You’re getting up there, grandpa.” You teased, letting out a laugh as he shrugged your head off of his shoulder.
‘Their Astrological Sign’
“Your astrological sign is (y/s/s). Most compatible with mine, by the way.” Drew said, looking over at you as you agreed, “Obviously. You are a scorpio. Totally makes sense.”
‘Their Phone Number’
“Okay, my number has been leaked so many times that I’m not even gonna let him say it,” You declared as Drew agreed, “I know you know mine because you use it at Dunkin’ all the time.”
You just smiled at the camera as he rolled his eyes at you.
‘Their Biggest celebrity crush’
“Nick Cirillo is his.” You answered, “Nick gets more attention than I do when we’re on set. Especially this season.”
“Nick is a beautiful man, what can I say?” Drew chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, “Yours is always changing. But, if it were to come down to it, I would have to say…(y/c/c). You talk about them a lot.”
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, turning to give him an ‘are you serious’ look. Drew winked at you before turning back to the computer.
‘What their nickname is’
“Drewsph is a big one between our friend group,” you said, “I call you ‘baby’ a lot. I’ve also called you Drafe before on set.”
“When have you ever called me that?” He asked, confusion on his face, “I’ve literally never heard that one.”
“I do it when we’re on set and you’re in costume but not acting,” you explained, “you’re not exactly Drew and you’re not exactly Rafe. So… you’re ‘drafe.’”
Drew just looked at you with a blank expression before looking back at the camera, “I call her ‘babe’, ‘hun’, ‘sweet girl’ has been in there a few times. Maddy calls you Pookie.”
You let out a groan , banging your head against the desk, “They didn’t need to know that.”
“You called me Joseph, it’s fair game, babe.” Drew leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head.
‘Their coffee order’
“Oh good lord. Yours is always changing,” Drew answered, looking over at you, “Your current one is (y/c/o). You also do that vanilla cold brew from Starbucks a lot.”
“Do you know exactly how I get it though?” You asked
“5 pumps of vanilla and an extra pump of sweet cream.”
“You always just either drink an iced coffee with a little bit of creamer and like a spoonful of sugar or you get an Iced Almondmilk flat white.” You answered, “because you’re weird and can’t have a normal fucking coffee order.”
Drew narrowed his eyes at you, pursing his lips in the process, “Says the one who just weeds out their coffee with creamer.”
“Because straight black coffee is disgusting.” You argued, “If I wasn’t supposed to drown out the taste of coffee with creamer, it shouldn’t have been created.”
“So dramatic.” Drew mumbled and you mocked him “ ‘so dramatic’ Yeah. Okay.”
‘Their favorite alcoholic drink’
“Yours is different every time we go out,” You looked over at Drew, who agreed, “You drink beer in the summer, corona or Coors. When we go out to dinner, you do either whiskey. On the rocks. Or some kind of cocktail.”
“Yours depends on who you’re with,” Drew said, “You and Maddy have wine parties and go crazy for Mimosas at breakfast. But when we go out, you have (y/d/c).”
You threw your head back with a laugh at how crazy you both sound, “we sound like we’re alcoholics.”
“You and Maddy are just about there.” Drew shrugged, ignoring the look you sent him.
‘Their favorite co-worker’
You rolled your eyes at your answer, “Once again, Nick. But you also spend a lot of time with Austin and JD. But out of those three, I’m going with JD. You two hang out a lot together and he’s always at our apartment.”
Drew seemed pleased enough with your answer, “I’d say…Maddy or Rudy. You and Maddy instantly clicked when you two met and hung out more than the rest of us. But with Rudy, you two always find ways to entertain yourselves when you’re left alone.”
You had a grin on your face as you looked at the camera, “It’s always a good time with Rudy. He is the definition of letting the impulsive thoughts win. There is never a dull moment with him.”
‘Their pet peeve.’
You had to think about this one. Drew was a pretty calm person when he was around everyone and didn’t let anything really bother him. You couldn’t remember if he mentioned anything that bothered him.
“People chewing with their mouths open is your top one,” Drew said, “when people don’t take their shoes off before they sit on the couch-“
You cut him off before he could continue, “First off, we have a white couch and two, is it so wrong I don’t want whatever is on their shoes to be on our furniture? That seems like a pretty reasonable one to me.”
“Okay. I’ll give you that one. You also hate it when people don’t stack their dishes whenever we leave a restaurant.”
“I was a server in high school and college and I can say, it always made my job easier when we were busy.” You argued
You looked at Drew with your head tilted in thought, struggling to think of anything, “It’s not a pet peeve but it’s something that bothers you. When people come up to you at parties and think you’re like Rafe and give zero shits about your feelings.”
Drew let out a groan as he looked at the camera, “Please don’t come up to me and ask if I wanna do coke. I don’t do coke.”
“It’s amazing how many people in LA can get their hands on it,” You added. “You hate when people go through your camera without asking. That’s a major one I can think of. You also hate when people come over-“
“I do hate it when people come over.” Drew nodded and you rolled your eyes at him. “As I was saying, mr homebody, when people come over and use the shower and don’t hang up the towels or put out new ones.”
Drew looked at you in bewilderment, “You say that you it’s not something that wouldn’t bother everyone else. I don’t want to walk into a bathroom and step on a wet towel or be showering and not have a towel in the bathroom?”
You didn’t say anything as you just stared at him. You shook your head as you turned back to the camera and Drew just mimicked you, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And there you have it! I think this proves that we know each other better than we thought we did.” You smiled, looking over at Drew, who agreed, “It’s not like we’ve been dating for three years or anything.”
“Anyways, season 3 is now streaming and if you wanna see more of us and our beautiful friends, go ahead and watch it! And we hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!”
A/N: I’ve always noticed a lack of Drew Starkey (not Rafe Cameron) fics and I’ve been in love with the man since 2020. It’s time I take manners into my own hands. I will make more bc the hyperfixation didn’t last 3 years for nothing. (I’ll create a separate masterlist)
Summary: Y/n and drew have been dating since the pandemic when they quarantined together along with some other cast mates but haven’t publicly confirmed it yet, this is a moment in an interview where their “secret” relationship solidified by accident.
“Hi guys I’m Madelyn Cline”
“Hi I’m Y/n”
“I’m Madison Bailey”
“I’m Carlacia Grant”
“Hey I’m Austin North”
“I’m Jonathan Daviss “
“And I’m Drew Starkey”
“And we are the cast of Outer Banks and these are our favorite snacks!”
Everyone talked about their favorite snacks including you and it was time for Drew’s.
“Everyone, your welcome” said Drew as he passed the snacks around.
“All right as Laci said, these are clutch o’clock” everybody laughed and he kept talking “these are- they are OG, I mean I love peanut butter and jelly so much but also nostalgic for me. Public school, the extras aisle-“
“Oh yeah”
“-pay like 50cents for an uncrustable. I would get these maybe once a week, but like when I could. It was incredible…and if you freeze these-“ he turned to Carlacia “You fucking freeze these, it’s like the perfect summer snack”
“Wait-“ you interrupted quietly.
“Y/n doesn’t like them, I don’t even know how we’re…friends”
All of your friends laughed.
“Don’t- be like that.” You laughed looking back at your boyfriend who was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his “Is that why I kept finding them in my freezer for like a month?”
Madelyn beside you chuckled “Oh yeah! oh my god you did tell me about that”
Drew was looking at you dumbfounded, trying to remember when that happened.
“You don’t remember?” He shook his head and you turned back to the camera “Okay quick story time. It was 2020, we were quarantined in my apartment, it was us” you motioned between your boyfriend and yourself “Maddie, Chase and Ausie and you were the last one to leave and after that I kept finding these things in my freezer and I remember asking Ausie about it because I’m like ‘that looks like something he’d do’ but it was you!”
“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I remember now, but I came back for ‘em”
“Yeah that you did”
“Maybe it’s time you went back to your apartment” said Ausie under his breath with a quiet chuckle.
“I think it’s a little late for that” whispered back J.D as he enjoyed his uncrustable.
“Like 3 years late” added Ausie laughing, both thinking the mic wouldn’t catch it.
“Well maybe I did it on purpose so you would like ‘em” he suggested with a lazy smirk that melted your heart.
“We both know that didn’t work.”
“Freezing them it’s the best. It’s sweet and cold” said Carlacia enthusiastically, also enjoying the snack.
“Damn this is not good” Madison opinionated with a disgusted face.
“Right? I would like them if I actually enjoyed peanut butter”
“Shut up!” Drew yelled, seemingly offended by the situation, obviously he wasn’t, not really that is.
You all laughed again and you looked back at him to see his extended hand so you could give yours to him like you always did.
“Y/n didn’t even try it” pointed out Madelyn.
“Didn’t even open it” added Laci.
“No im not gonna open one just to not finish it-”
“Here” said Drew handing you a piece from his uncrustable to try before going on a rant about how great Uncrustables are.
“Thanks”
“Just ‘cause I actually like you. But I’m still offended”
“I’ll make it up to you”
Carlacia proceeded with the outro “Thank you everybody for watching and enjoying our snacks and here’s a word from all of my friends”
And in unison everybody encouraged the show’s fans “Watch Outer Banks Season 3 on Netflix!”
A/N: I was gonna wait to post this but I’m nothing if not possessive and impatient. I also still haven’t created a masterlist for him so here’s the other thing I’ve posted thus far *I’ve spent the whole day writing stuff for him because I have no self control* for this beautiful man : You’re the PB to my J
I’m already back @willowpains
Summary: (Jules is your character’s name in the series, you’re Kiara’s cousin but a full pogue) Just Y/n and Drew being the internet’s favorite rumored couple and Y/n being an absolute icon ‘cause that’s what we do around here.
“Hi i’m Drew Starkey”
“I’m Y/n”
“I’m Madelyn Cline”
“I’m Austin North”
“And we are the cast of Outer Banks-” you started.
“And this is the best day of my life” Madelyn beside you claimed, everyone laughed.
“Spoiler alert, if you haven’t watched the season, go do that and then come back” alerted Austin.
“Bring in the puppies!” You and Drew said at the same time, equally bringing your arms high up in excitement, now this didn’t shock your co-stars but they still chuckled at the loving repetitive occurrence.
A black labrador halted just in front of you with big shiny eyes and you melted “Oh my god i’m gonna cry, come here baby” and he did. Not long after, more puppies came in and most swarmed Drew's face as he chose to lay down. “Somebody help!”
He sat up and you all played with the puppies waiting for the interviewers to start asking questions.
What was it like filming on location for all of the “Poguelandia” scenes in season 3?
“I can’t even concentrate on a daily basis without puppies and you want me to do it with them here? It’s impossible”
Drew took over to give you time to get your bearings together. “We got to film in Barbados- the beautiful country of Barbados, the people there are so welcoming and it’s- it’s gorgeous, ohhh” he then got distracted with another black labrador.
“Um it’s honestly the best, there’s clearly a difference and impact in our work, in terms of our acting and the visual part of it all when you are on-site and not in front of a green screen”
What was your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming Season 3 of Outer Banks?
“It feels like we shot two seasons, the one they shot in Barbados and the one we all shot in Charleston and they’re all just gonna merge into one” elaborated Austin while playing with a baby husky.
What has been your favorite plot twist on Outer Banks so far? *Spoiler alert!*
“My father faking his suicide” said Madelyn.
“It was pretty gnarly…Rafe’s haircut” chose Austin.
“It’s pretty big” smiled Drew beside you.
“By the way, I convinced him to cut it for season 3 so i’ll be expecting ‘thank you’ messages in my DM’s” your co-stars chuckled in agreement to your comment and Drew did too with the brightest of smiles “Yes she did”
What’s a role people would be surprised to find out you auditioned for, but didn’t get?
“I auditioned for John B, unsurprisingly did not get it” answered Drew while petting a sleepy husky.
“I auditioned for Mia from La La Land even though I can't sing or dance and I was far too young. So me being me, I knowingly set myself for failure. I got to meet Emma Stone though” you recalled proudly with a big smile.
Who’s the most famous person who has DM’ed you?
You all laughed shortly before awkward silence followed.
“Amanda Seyfried messaged me-” began Madelyn “-I was pretty excited about that”
“There’s a bunch actually, but um i’m gonna say, Miss Lana Del Rey not long ago and Florence Pugh the other day, she’s like the nicest person ever, she gave me her personal phone number and i was like ‘Uhh are you sure about this?’ and she shockingly was”
“Um Y/n Y/l/n DM’ed me once” Drew responded jokingly with a lazy smile, a husky sleeping soundly on his folded legs.
If you could have any actor make a cameo on Outer Banks, who would it be?
“Danny Devito” picked Madelyn.
“The Rock” chose Austin.
“He could be Sarah’s biological mom-” you joked and they all chuckled agreeing “-I mean they basically have the same hair”
If you could play any other Outer Banks character besides your own, who would you want to play?
“I’d play Shoupe” answered Madelyn quickly, clearly having thought about it before.
“I’d play Kiara or Jules, they both get the best of both worlds” explained Austin.
“I’d play Jules, just so i know what it’s like to be loved” decided Drew, you all laughed.
“Would you really like to be in several love triangles? I’d choose Rafe, Ward or Topper just so I can do horrible things and just be insane with no consequences whatsoever. Really soak in those he/him privileges”
They all laughed at your comment and Maddie applauded you “Finally! Someone had to say it”
Austin and Drew both high-fived you.
“You’re right, they don’t seem to know much about justice on that island”
“Especially when it comes to those kooks”
Have your real-life friendships influenced the characters at all, especially now after three seasons together?
“Well this season i got to film a lot with Drew and it was really weird to not be as close to him as we actually are”
“Yeah i mean we’ve practically spent the past 3 years constantly together off screen and on screen our characters hate eachother so much so it’s hard to not break out laughing while we’re filming ‘cause it just feels weird” he explained.
Y/n, what was it like exploring Jules and Rafe’s relationship this season with Drew Starkey?
The husky Drew was playing with began playing and gnawing your knee and you got distracted “Hi! Look at him! I’m gonna put you on my lap and hold you like a newborn baby ‘cause you’re cute and I like tiny things. You’re my friend now” you cleared your throat and shook your head trying to recall what you actually had to do “Well i’ll tell you what, ever since the show came out i’ve been seeing crazy theories about Jules and Rafe having a secret romantic relationship in the past and after what we filmed i’m sure these theories will spark like crazy again. It was very fun filming with him, i mean he’s a great actor and friend”
What is your wildest fan story or fan interaction?
“Y/n and I were just by chance working in Serbia at the same time and it was right after season two came out and we met up for dinner and didn’t realize how big the show was in the Balkan. A lot of love, it was pretty insane” he told, while petting the sleeping husky he held like a baby, a slightly modified version of the story knowing you found yourself in Serbia visiting him, your boyfriend, while he filmed a movie.
“Really crazy and overwhelming but it was very heartwarming”
“Shout out to Serbia”
You petted the dog he was holding “Can you get a dog?”
“Why me?”
“Well you always want me to come over more, that’ll do it for me” Drew locked eyes with you, knowing that what you were really asking was if you could both get a dog together, your expression brought a loving smile to his already beautiful face.
What’s the last show you binge watched?
“Game of thrones” whispered Madelyn.
“Love island, Brooke, Drew’s sister-” you added “-convinced me to watch it with her”
“I haven’t seen it yet” Drew said lowly seemingly looking into the nothingness, you chuckled.
“What do you- what do you mean, you watch Love Island. Always conveniently there when we watch it”
