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MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Supermodel!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 8.7k
Aliyah's Notes: another long chapter!!!! had a bit of an issue with this chapter. didn't know where to go, and how to finish it but i'm pretty satisfied with the ending... hope y'all will feel that way too #scared
You were going to throw up.
It was 6 in the morning, and your apartment was filled with a pre-party energyâAisha fluttering around checking final details, making sure everything was perfect for you. But for you, the weight of the day felt unbearable. The engagement party was only a few hours away, and you were supposed to feel excited, but instead, all you could feel was anxiety.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at your reflection as the fabric of your saree clung to your skin. It was a beautiful oneâpale yellow with blue hues, simple, elegant. But as you looked at yourself, all you saw were flaws. Your stomach, the slight curve of your hips, your arms felt weird. Every inch of you felt exposed, like you were wearing your insecurities on display for the world to see. The saree that was supposed to make you feel confident now felt like a prison, the tightness around your chest suffocating you.
You tugged at the fabric, your fingers trembling as your heart raced in your chest. âI donât know, Aish,â you said, your voice faltering. âI just⊠I donât think I can do this.â
Aisha, who had been running around your place, stopped and turned to you with a frown, concern written all over her face. âY/N, you look perfect. Rafe is going to love it, I swear. You look incredible, seriously.â
But her words didnât reach you. They never did. They didnât fix the sinking feeling in your stomach, the pit that had been growing since you woke up. You didnât feel incredible. You felt like a mess. Like a lie. You felt like you didnât belong in this world of glitz and glamour, not when the weight of your own past was pressing down on you.
You turned back to the mirror, avoiding her gaze, and exhaled shakily. âItâs not about Rafe,â you said, barely above a whisper, as if the words were too heavy to say aloud. âItâs⊠itâs everything. Everyone.â
She didnât speak at first, but you could hear her footsteps approach slowly, her presence gentle and calm as she stood beside you. âWhat do you mean?â
âTheyâre not here,â you murmured, swallowing back the lump in your throat. âMy familyâthey havenât been here. They donât care.â
The words slipped out before you could stop them, and so did the tears running down your face. You quickly wiped them away, trying to maintain some sort of control, but it was useless. The reality of it all hit you like a tidal wave.
Aisahâs expression softened, and she placed a hand on your shoulder. âLook, I know itâs tough, but you left for a reason. They treated you like an animalâyou were nothing to them and look at you now. You have everything you want, youâre surrounded by people who love you, and youâre engaged to an amazing guy.â
âBut you donât get it,â your voice broke. âI havenât spoken to them in years, Aisha. I havenât heard from them since⊠you know⊠My Amma and Appa⊠theyâve never cared to fix what happened. And now theyâre not here for this huge moment. Theyâre not here for me. And I just feel⊠I feel like none of this matters without them.â
You could feel the tightness in your chest grow, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest. Every time you thought about themâyour parents, your siblingsâit felt like the world was falling apart again. All the years of silence, the anger, the bitterness, the feeling of being abandoned⊠it was all still there, festering under the surface. You couldnât help but wonder if you were always going to feel like the outsider, the one who wasnât good enough for their love.
Aisha watched you quietly for a moment before speaking again, her voice softer. âY/N, I know this isnât easy. But this isnât about your family. This is about you and the life youâre building. Youâre so much more than your past, and tonight you get to shine. Youâre not doing this for them. Youâre doing it for you.â
You closed your eyes, letting her words sink in. You still feel the weight of it all, but as Aisha gave you one last reassuring look, you felt a small spark of resolve. Maybe you didnât feel perfect. Maybe you never would. But tonight, you would step into this new chapter of your life, for you, and not for anyone else.
âYouâre right,â you whispered, putting on a fake-ish smile. âLet me get over this. Thereâs too much to do today.â
The hours before the engagement party moved in a blur of preparations, but the nerves clung to you like an unwelcome guest. After Aisha helped you steady yourself, you dove into the checklist for the day, hoping to lose your anxieties in the bustle. Your hairdresser and makeup artist arrived promptly, transforming your apartment into a whirlwind of brushes, palettes, and fabric draping.
Despite the chaos, you couldnât help but glance at your phone every few minutes, the screen lighting up teasingly with messages from Rafe. Heâd been training all morning, but somehow still found the time to send you a steady stream of texts.
Rafe: Do you think this party will have snacks? Asking for a hungry basketball player.
You: Thereâs a buffet, Rafe. Youâll survive.
Rafe: Buffet doesnât count. I want something good, like that thing you brought over the other day.
You: If youâre fishing for more biryani, the answer is no.
Rafe: Wow, first you take my penthouse, now you refuse me food? This marriage is starting off rocky.
You: This marriage hasnât even started yet.
The exchange brought a smile to your lips despite yourself. He had this way of teasing that felt like a lifeline at the moment.
âAre you blushing?â Aisha teased from where she was meticulously laying out your jewelry.
âWhat? No,â you said, far too quickly. âWhy would I even be blushing? Youâre nuts⊠absolutely⊠absolutely nutsâŠâ
âOh my fucking God! You are!â she said with a grin, leaning in to glance at your phone. You pulled it away before she could peek at the screen, but the damage was done. âGod, itâs so cute how he makes you smile like that.â
âYouâre actually insane,â you mumbled, heat creeping up your neck.
She only laughed, clearly enjoying herself. âDenial is a river in Egypt, babe.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât stop your lips from twitching into a small grin. Rafe sent another message.
Rafe: So, what are you wearing?
You hesitated for a moment before replying.
You: Why? Thinking of copying my outfit?
Rafe: Maybe. But only if itâs good.
You: Itâs a saree. Pale yellow with blue embroidery.
Rafe: Does it have one of those drapey things?
You: Yes, Cameron. Thatâs literally what makes it a saree!!!
Rafe: Got it. Drapey thing = saree. Send me a picture.
You didnât respond, setting your phone down and pretending to focus on your makeup.
âYour husband?â Aisha asked, noticing your sudden quiet.
âFuture husband,â you corrected with a finger up. âAnd obviously.â
âWhatâd he say?â
âHe wants a picture.â
âSend him one. Heâll probably lose his mind. And letâs be realâyou could use the ego boost.â
You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. Aisha wasnât wrong. The way Rafe looked at you sometimesâor even texted youâhad a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the room.Â
The hairdresser finished with your slicked half-up half-down hairstyle. Aisha brought over the jewelry: delicate gold bangles, matching earrings, and a necklace that felt heavy against your collarbones.
âPerfect,â Aisha said, stepping back to admire the finished look.
You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The saree hugged you gracefully, the embroidery catching the light with every movement. The makeup brought a glow to your skin, and the hair framed your face perfectly. For the first time all day, you felt... good.Â
Before you could overthink it, you picked up your phone and snapped a quick selfieâjust enough to show the saree and the soft smile playing on your lips.
You: Fine. Here.
The reply came almost instantly.
Rafe: ...Youâre killing me here.
Your heart skipped a beat at the simplicity of the words.
Rafe: Thank you brown people for existing, and making you.
Rafe: Truly humanity owes them.
Rafe: Forget the engagement party. Letâs just elope.
You laughed out loud, shaking your head.
You: Not happening. See you tonight.
His response made your stomach flutter in the strangest way.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the venue, its soft hum fading into the gentle buzz of the world outside. Through the tinted windows, you could see flashes of lightâcamera shutters capturing every moment like hunters seeking prey. The glow spilling from the venue, golden and inviting, felt overwhelming, almost oppressive. It danced off the grand arches of the villa, the soft flicker of string lights crisscrossing the courtyard casting a magical glow on the scene.
For a moment, you sat frozen, your fingers clutching the delicate fabric of your saree. It was meant to represent happiness, a tie to your heritage that should have brought you pride. But tonight, it felt more like a shackle, reminding you of the pieces of yourself youâd lost along the way.
âYou okay?â Aishaâs voice came softly from beside you, laced with the familiar tone of concern that only she could carry so effortlessly. She looked radiant in her pale pink dress.
âYeah⊠I⊠Iâm fine,â you replied, the lie clumsy on your tongue.
Aisha raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but deciding to let it slide. The car door opened, and she stepped out first, her head held high as though she didnât care about anythingâand knowing Aisha, she probably really didnât care. When she turned to offer you her hand, her expression softenedâa silent gesture of reassurance. You took it hesitantly, forcing your legs to carry you out of the car.
The cool evening air brushed against your skin, but it wasnât enough to soothe the heat in your chest. Cameras clicked relentlessly, their flashes a blinding assault as the whispers began to ripple through the crowd.
âSheâs a bit late.â
âShe looks beautiful.â
âWhy didnât Rafe escort her out?â
âWhat is she wearing?â
Each word clawed at you, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed image you wore like an armor. You kept your head down, focusing on the rhythmic click of your heels against the gravel path as you made your way toward the villaâs entrance. The towering structure loomed over you, its ivy-draped walls and ornate carvings reminiscent of a bygone era. The cascading floral arrangements, all in deep crimson and soft pink hues.
Everything added to the suffocating pressure weighing on your chest.
Inside, the air buzzed with laughter and conversation as guests began to fill the sprawling garden. Long tables stretched across the courtyard, their surfaces glimmering with candles and vases bursting with fresh blooms. Everything was picturesque, perfect. Yet, all you could feel was a rising sense of dread.
âI need a minute,â you whispered to Aisha, not waiting for her reply before walking rapidly inside the villa.
You navigated the winding hallways with purpose, your steps quick but unsteady. You needed to escapeâto find a quiet corner where the worldâs eyes couldnât follow, where you could let the overwhelming storm inside you settle, even just for a moment. The getting-ready roomâit was the perfect refuge, a place to breathe and gather yourself before you faced the crowd again.
But as you rounded the corner, your steps faltered.
Rafe was there.
He leaned against the doorframe with an ease that felt infuriatingly effortless, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored white suit. The soft lighting played tricks with the lines of his face, his tousled hair looking as if it had been styled by the wind itself. The open collar of his shirt gave him an air of nonchalance that made him seem untouchableâexcept for the flicker of something warm in his eyes as he met your gaze.
âYou planning to bolt already?â he teased, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His voice, low and smooth, carried the same blend of humor and arrogance that had always annoyed you.
You stopped, caught off guard. âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
Rafe pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step toward you. âWaiting for you,â he said, his gaze dragging deliberately over your saree. His smile deepened as his eyes met yours again. âYou look beauââ
âRafe, I canât do this,â you blurted, your voice trembling as the words spilled out before you could stop them.
The smile faded from his face, replaced by an expression of concern. âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â
âEverything,â you said, your voice breaking. âThe people, the cameras, the partyâitâs all too much.â
Rafeâs brow furrowed as he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. âYouâve done this a hundred times before,â he said softly. âWhatâs different now?â
You hesitated. âItâs not important,â you muttered, hoping heâd let it go.Â
But Rafe wasnât one to back down easily.
âY/N,â he said softly, his voice steady but insistent. âTalk to me.â
You sighed, the lump in your throat growing heavier. âItâs stupid, okay? Iâm just⊠Iâm not used to this.â
âThatâs not true.â
Your jaw tightened, and you looked away, your voice dropping to a whisper. âTheyâre not here.â
âWho?â
The question made you flinch, but you kept your response measured, your tone distant. âNo one. It doesnât matter.â
Rafe stepped closer, his presence grounding but not invasive. âIt matters if itâs upsetting you.â
âItâs just⊠my family. Weâre not close anymore, okay? And moments like this just remind me of that. But itâs fine. Whatever.â
His eyes softened, but you couldnât bring yourself to say more. The details of your fractured relationship with your parents, the abuse, the years of silenceâit wasnât something you wanted to unpack here, not with him. You hated being this exposed, hated feeling so small under the weight of it all.
Rafeâs expression shifted, the concern in his eyes deepening. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm. âHey,â he said softly, his voice steady but kind. âLook at me.â
âI canât,â you shook your head, refusing. âYou wonât understand.â
âThen help me,â he urged, his hand still resting lightly on your arm. âTalk to me.â
The lump in your throat grew, the words threatening to choke you. âI left them,â you started. âBut I had a reason. I couldnât continue living there. We were poor, so poor, Rafe. Some days we were barely fed and barely had a roof over our heads,â your voice trembled, and you forced yourself to not close your eyes to not relieve that part of your life. âThey forced me to seââ but you stopped yourself. Not ready to admit it to Rafe. ââwhatever. I just donât feel like I belong anywhere.â
His jaw tightened, his grip on your arm firming slightly. For a moment, he said nothing, his blue eyes scanning your face as if trying to piece together the fractures youâd worked so hard to hide. Then, quietly, he spoke.
âYou belong here,â he said firmly, his voice steady. âWith me. Tonight, this party, all of itâitâs for us. And I donât care whoâs not here, because Iâm here, okay? You worked hard to get where you are, and you canât let your past, or anyone, ruin it for you.â
His words hit you like a tidal wave, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the fog of your doubt. Slowly, he reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with a warmth that steadied you.
You walked back toward the door, Rafeâs hand lightly resting against your back, guiding you through the villa. As you stepped into the bustling courtyard, the noise of the party hit you againâthe sound of laughter, the clinking of glasses, the faint hum of music. It was impossible to escape the energy, the pressure of eyes watching.
You took a deep breath, trying to center yourself. Tonight wasnât going to be easy, but youâd already survived the worst of it. With Rafe by your side, you could handle whatever came next.
The first person you spotted was Nina, her smile bright and easy as she chatted with a few guests by the drink station. She caught sight of you and waved, excusing herself from the conversation. Her dressâan elegant gold oneâflattered her frame as she approached.
âYou two disappeared for a while,â Nina said with a teasing glint in her eyes, though there was a hint of concern there, too. âEverything okay?â
âUh, yeah, donât worry. Everythingâs perfect,â you waved your hands to not worry her. âBy the way, Rafe, this is Nina Ramosâmy agent and my second mother.â
He extended his hand with a charming grin. âNice to meet you,â he said smoothly. âYNâs been telling me a lot about you.â
Liar.
Nina took his hand, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of you. âHas she now? All good I hope,â and you nodded instantly. âWell, this party is important and beautiful. Maybe all your overthinking served you wellâyou look absolutely perfect, honey. You too, Rafe.â
âThanks,â you blushed at her compliment.
Rafe smirked. âShe does look perfect, doesnât she?â
You gave him a playful look, your lips curling into a reluctant smile at his compliment.Â
âIâll leave you two to it,â she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. âBut it was great meeting you, Rafe Cameron.â
âLikewise,â he replied, and with one last smile, Nina disappeared back into the crowd.
As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Rafe with a small smile. âSheâs a good friend of mine,â you said softly. âYouâll like her.â
Rafe gave you a raised eyebrow. âShe seems cool. I can see why youâre friends.â
Before you could respond, the sound of laughter caught your attention, and you spotted Aisha, her arm linked with a tall, broad-shouldered man. Her husband, Ishanâsomeone you hadnât seen in a while. You had to blink to fully register the change in him, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable.Â
Without thinking, you broke into a smile and made your way toward them, Rafe following behind.
As soon as Aisha spotted you, her face lit up with recognition. âLook who decided to surprise you,â she smiled, her voice higher because of how excited she was.
You immediately wrapped your arms around her husband, stepping into a hug. He chuckled, holding you tightly as he returned the embrace. âIâve missed you,â you said, squeezing him as he laughed.
Ishan was like an older brother to you. Heâd been there through some of the toughest times in your life, and his easy going nature always managed to bring you a sense of peace. His deep laugh and the familiarity of his embrace were exactly what you needed.
âIâve missed you too, behen,â he said. âI come back to New York and Iâm being told youâre getting married to Rafe Cameron. Imagine my surprise when Aisha told me.â
You pulled back from the embrace and laughed awkwardly. âAh, yes, Rafe⊠Surprise, surprise, right?âÂ
Ishan furrowed his brows but you moved your hands. âI canât really believe it⊠Itâs really happeningâŠâ
âNo, no! Itâs not likeâuh, well, okay, it is, but itâs likeâŠâ you turned your head to find Rafe behind Aisha making a cross with his hands. âI love it. Heâs so, so, so funny and charmingâand very committed, you knowâŠâ
âUh huh, I see,â Ishan nodded and laughed at how weird you were being. âCanât believe heâs gonna marry a loser like yââ
âSo, youâre actually here. Itâs been too longâhowâs Switzerland?â you interrupted, and he sent you a look because he hated when you did that. âSorry⊠but how is it? Did you climb every mountain and, like, yodel on top of a glacier?â
He chuckled a little and shook his head. âNo, no yodelling, but I did eat tons of chocolate. I bought some for you too.â You did not even have time to reply to him that he extended a hand toward Rafe, his tone both warm and challenging. âSo, youâre the infamous Rafe Cameron. My wife gave me a run-down on you. Some good things⊠and some questionable ones.â
"Your wife? Wait, whoâs your wife?" Rafe asked, his confusion evident.
Oh, crap. You totally forgot to explain the whole family tree situation. Rookie mistake.
Aisha sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she raised her hand. "Iâm the wife, genius. Seriously, YNâdid you not tell him?"
"Iâm sorry!" You blurted, cringing. "It completely slipped my mind. Itâs just so normal to me that I didnât even think toâ"
Rafe interrupted you, and took Ishanâs hand in his. His smirk disarming but his handshake firm. âWell, I hope the good outweighed the questionable.â
âDebatable,â Ishan replied with a shrug. âBut Iâll give you the benefit of the doubt⊠at least until you give me a reason not to.â
You felt a knot in your stomach as you glanced between the two. Ishan wasnât being hostile, but his protectiveness had always been intense, like that of an older brother who wasnât afraid to test the waters.
Rafe, to his credit, didnât back down. His smirk deepened slightly, and he shrugged with an air of playful confidence. âFair enough. Iâll do my best not to disappoint.â
âIâd hope so,â Ishan said lightly, though the undertone was clear. His gaze softened as it flicked toward you, his voice gentler now. âYouâve got a good one here. Donât mess it up.â
âTrust me, I know how lucky I am,â Rafe replied, glancing at you with an expression so sincere it caught you off guard.
The words made your chest tighten in a way you werenât prepared for, a warmth spreading through you despite the nervous energy still bubbling beneath the surface.
Aisha rolled her eyes, slapping her husbandâs chest. âAlright, alright, thatâs enough intimidation for one night. Letâs get some drinks, baby.â
Ishan laughed, ruffling Aishaâs hair affectionately before turning to you. âIf he gives you any trouble, you know where to find me, behen.â
You grinned at the familiar term of endearment, feeling a wave of gratitude for his presence. âYup!â
With a wink, they both disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Rafe standing together.
The second they were out of earshot, Rafe let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. âSo, is everyone in your life this protective, or is it just me getting the special treatment?â
You smirked, crossing your arms. âWhat can I say? People care about me. Better get used to it.â
âNoted,â Rafe said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. âIâll add it to the ever-growing list of things to keep in mind when dealing with your very... passionate circle of people.â
An awkward silence stretched between us as you scanned the guests arriving. You recognized a fewâAishaâs mom, aunts, and cousins, mingling with Ninaâs friends and siblings. You couldn't help but wonder if your wedding would be filled with people who didnât really know you either.
Rafe stepped closer, standing next to you, and flashed a playful grin. "So, Ishan⊠heâs your⊠older brother, right?" He asked, clearly trying to figure out the family dynamic.
You turned to him with a soft laugh, shaking my head. "No, not my brother," you said, before pausing for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Okay, let me explain." You drew in a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "Ishanâs more like the brother I never hadâwell, I do have brothers, but when I left home, I hadnât really connected with them. But then I came to the U.S. and met Aisha, and Ishan just sort of stepped into that role. Weâve been through everything togetherâgood, bad, you name it. Heâs always had my back. No blood relation, but he might as well be."
Rafeâs expression softened as he absorbed that, nodding. âSounds like heâs a pretty solid guy.â
âHe really is,â you smiled, warmth creeping into your voice. âHe and Aisha have always had my back, and theyâve been together for years now. They make a great team.â
âYeah, I can tell,â he said, grinning. âHeâs got that same intimidating vibe as she does. You can practically feel it.â
You laughed, nodding in agreement. âExactly! Aisha and I used to joke about it. She always said, if I needed someone to scare off a date, Iâd just call Ishan. Aishaâs got that sharp edge, and Ishan? Heâs got the muscles.â
âI can definitely see thatâŠâ he said with a thoughtful nod before asking, âSo, what kind of dynamic do you think we have?â
You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze for a moment as the question hung in the air. âUh, wellâŠâ You cleared your throat. âI mean, weâre⊠weâre like, uh, a work in progress? Yeah, that sounds right. Like one of those âunder constructionâ signs, you know? A little chaoticâŠ?â You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âChaotic? Really? Youâre gonna call us chaotic?â
âYeah, well, have you met you?â You shot back, crossing your arms. âYouâre like a walking disaster zone.â
He laughed, leaning back. âOh, Iâm a disaster? Youâre the one who keeps on throwing shade. For no reason at all.â
âThatâs because you donât know how to mind your own business,â you snapped, the words biting as you shrugged nonchalantly. âYouâre the one getting all up in my space with your weird questions.â
âIâm not asking weird questions,â he shot back, his voice rising to match the sharpness of yours. âAnd do you seriously think weâre chaotic?â
You gave him a side-eye, arms crossed tightly over your chest. âChaotic is an understatement, Cameron. Weâre a disasterâwith a capital D.â
He laughed, the sound low and amused, as though he didnât take you seriously. âOh really? Youâre one to talk. You practically live for the drama.â
âMe? I live for drama?â You scoffed, pivoting fully to face him now, hands planted firmly on your hips as you let your eyes travel up and down him in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. âYouâre the definition of drama. You canât even breathe without making everything about you.â
His lips curled into a grin, the kind that made your stomach twist in a way you refused to acknowledge. âYouâre so easy to rile up.â
âYouâre a jackass,â you muttered, shaking your head, every fiber of your being wanting to push him awayâbut not sure if you meant physically or emotionally.
He leaned in slightly, as if to throw another jibe your way, but instead, his eyes gleamed with mischief. âI think youâre just mad because Iâm better at this than you.â
Your eyes narrowed, and you closed the distance between you, but the move was more impulsive than you intended. You instantly regretted it, realizing just how close you were to him now, the heat from his body practically radiating against yours. You swallowed, trying to mask the effect it had on you. âBetter at what? Being a complete asshole?â Your voice wavered with a sharpness that betrayed how much it bothered you. âYeah, Rafe, youâre a pro at that.â
He leaned in even closer, and this time, his grin wasnât just playfulâit was dangerous. âYou love it,â he murmured, voice dropping an octave, making your heart skip a beat.
You didnât flinch. Instead, you rolled your eyes, trying to keep control of the situation. âOh, fuck off. The only thing I like is when you finally shut up.â You crossed your arms tighter, trying to distance yourself emotionally, but it was hard to ignore the proximity between you two, the tension hanging thick in the air.
He was close now, too close, and it was suffocating in the most unsettling way. His breath was warm against your skin, the space between you closing so much that you could almost taste the words on his lips before they even came.Â
âIs that so?â His voice was low, teasing, his grin widening as his gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there just long enough to make you feel it.
You couldnât help itâyou gulped, the way he was looking at you making your pulse race, something deep inside you stirring against the cold front you were trying so hard to put up. âYeah, that so,â you managed, but your voice had a tremor to it now, and you hated yourself for it.
He smiled, the kind of smile that could make you want to punch him and kiss him all at once. âWell, in that case,â he said, the words dragging as he leaned even closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, âIâm just gonna keep talking.â His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.
You couldnât tell if you wanted to scream at him or kiss him.
You could feel his presence pressing in on you, the heat between you two almost unbearable, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. The world outside of him seemed to vanish, the hum of the city, the weight of your thoughts, everything melting away until there was only the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You knew you should pull away, should say something, anything, to break this tension, but the words wouldnât come.
He watched you closely, his eyes locked onto yours, a hint of something unreadable flickering thereâsomething playful, something dangerous, maybe both.
âYou look like youâre about to say something,â he said, his voice thick with amusement.
You opened your mouth, trying to push past the lump in your throat, but it felt like the words were stuck. Instead, you just looked at himâreally looked at him for the first time in what felt like forever. He was close, too close, but in that moment, it felt impossible to back away. He made you feel things you didnât want to feel, things that you didnât understand.
âI donât wanna say anything,â you muttered, the words slipping out as a mix of frustration and something you refused to acknowledge.
âYeah?â He raised an eyebrow, that devilish smirk curling on his lips.
You forced yourself to meet his gaze, but you didnât say a word. You simply nodded, lips pressed together in a thin line, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.
He closed the gap between you, leaning in with deliberate slowness. You could feel the heat of his body inching closer, the soft scent of his cologne filling your senses, until his lips barely brushed against your cheek. The kiss was featherlight, teasingâinfuriatingly so. It was enough to make your stomach twist with desire, but you refused to let it show. You wanted to press your thighs together, to feel that familiar ache between your legs, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.
âWell, I have something to say,â his voice was low, rich with satisfaction as he lingered just inches from your skin. âI think⊠Youâre not as immune to me as you like to pretend.â
The words sent a jolt through your chest, but you shook your head, pulling your hands up to his chest, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, then gliding slowly to his neck, tracing the line of his jaw before resting at the back of it. You felt his pulse under your fingertips, and your breath hitched.
âI donât⊠I donât pretend,â you said, your voice quieter, but the frustration bubbling underneath was unmistakable. âYouâre just an idiot,â you continued, pressing your palms harder into his skin. âAnd so fucking frustrating.â
He let out a dark chuckle, the sound dripping with arrogance. âLook at you.â His hand reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. âYouâre getting all worked up. You want this, donât you? I can see it. Youâre practically begging me to fuck you right now with those eyes. Is that what you want, baby?â
Every nerve in your body screamed yes. You could feel your pulse racing, your skin burning as his words settled deep inside you. The ache between your legs was undeniable now, but your mind fought back. Your heart was pounding in your ears, screaming no. You couldn't let yourself fall for this again. You remembered the last timeâthe cold distance after everything had gotten too real, the way heâd pulled away, leaving you shattered. You couldnât be left like that again.Â
But then, the look on his faceâthose sharp eyes, glimmering with something dangerous. He looked so good, so fucking good, in that white suit that fit him like a second skin. The way it molded to his chest, the tightness around his biceps, made your breath catch in your throat. You couldnât help it. You wanted to touch him, feel the strength of his muscles under your fingers, wanted to bite at his neck, press your lips to the smooth skin there and feel him shudder beneath you.
God, it was maddening. You hated how he made you feel so out of control, how every inch of him seemed to draw you in. Your body was betraying you, and you hated it.
But what about him? Did he feel the same pull? Did he burn for you the way you did for him, or was this just another game for him to play, another conquest to add to his long list? The uncertainty gnawed at you.
Rafeâs eyes never left you as you fought to suppress the desire stirring within you. But he knew it. He could see it in the way your breath hitched, in the way you couldnât stop your hands from brushing against him, testing the limits, even as you pretended to resist.Â
But something shifted in him. He straightened, his posture changing, the smug grin slipping ever so slightly as his gaze flickered to the entrance of the party.
It wasnât just any glanceâit was sharp, instinctive. Heâd caught sight of someone familiar, someone whose presence immediately shifted the air in the room.
You followed his line of sight, your chest tightening as you noticed who it was: The Cameron family. Sarah, Wheezie, Rose, and Ward. Their arrival had a different weight, one that Rafe clearly felt deep in his bones. You saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened for just a moment, before he quickly masked it with a flash of that signature cocky smile.
Ward, tall and imposing in his crisp suit, moved with the sort of authority that always seemed to follow him. Rose, on his arm, was more subdued but equally elegant, her gaze sharp as she surveyed the crowd, clearly scanning for something or someone. Their eyes met Rafeâs across the room, and the tension in his body was palpable.
His hand, which had been resting lightly at your waist, now tightened, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress in a way that made you wonder if he even noticed. But you noticed him. You noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way he suddenly seemed aware of every movement, every gesture, every word spoken around him.
He cleared his throat, stepping back slightly from you, though his body remained rigid, still keeping you close. âI think my parents just walked in,â he said quietly, as though speaking more to himself than to you, but the edge in his voice was unmistakable.
You looked at him, the reality of the situation settling in. His familyâhis father, especiallyâwas here, and suddenly everything felt different. The air seemed heavier. The playful banter between you both had shifted into something more guarded, more calculated.
âYeah, I noticed,â you whispered.
Rafe took a slow breath, his eyes never leaving his parents as they moved further into the room, exchanging greetings with guests. He didnât speak immediately, as if preparing himself for whatever role he was about to play in front of them. His jaw clenched again, but he quickly forced a smile back onto his face, turning to you.
âLetâs go say hello, yeah?â His voice was smoother now, though you could still sense the unease beneath the surface. It was almost like he was pulling back, retreating into the version of himself he showed themâcontrolled, perfect, everything his father demanded of him. âIs that okay with you?â
No.
You nodded, feeling the weight of his tension on your shoulders, but you followed him. The closer you got to his family, the more you could feel the pressure build. Rafe's movements were more deliberate now, like he was preparing to play his part in the family drama. You couldnât help but notice how differently he held himself around themâlike a man who knew he would never measure up, no matter how much he tried.
Rafe paused just before reaching them, throwing you a look that was both apologetic and protective. It was as if, for just a moment, he needed you to understand how much this moment mattered. But you werenât sure if it was about impressing them or surviving the encounter with his familyâs expectations. Whatever it was, you could feel it thick in the air, something unspoken but undeniable.
Rafeâs steps slowed as you reached his father, Ward. He was a towering figure, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his presence seemingly taking over the entire space. Rose, his stepmother, stood slightly behind him, elegant and poised, her eyes a sharp contrast to Wardâs cool and calculating demeanor.
Rafe stopped just short of them, his hand still on your waist, but his stance had subtly shiftedâhe was guarded, unsure, like he was ready to retreat if the need arose.
âDad,â Rafe greeted, his voice smooth but lacking its usual confidence. His posture was just a little too stiff, as if waiting for the inevitable judgment that would come with every interaction.
Ward's gaze lingered on Rafe for a beat longer than normal before he acknowledged him, his tone clipped. âRafe,â he said, the smile on his face barely noticeable, more a polite curve of the lips than anything genuine. âYouâre looking well.â
The words hung in the air, but they didnât carry any warmth. It was a statement of fact rather than praise, and it made your skin prickle. You could feel Rafe tense beside you, his fingers tightening just a little, but he didnât let it show. Instead, he gave a small, practiced smile and nodded. âThanks, Dad.â
You remained silent for a moment, unsure of where to fit in, but Sarah, ever the warm presence, was the first to step forward. She flashed you a grin, her eyes already lighting up with recognition. âHey, YN!â she said enthusiastically, her voice a welcome contrast to the tension in the air. "So good to see you again!"
"Hi, Sarah," you responded, your smile easing a little, feeling comforted by her energy. "Itâs good to see you too."
She pulled you into a friendly hug, and you found yourself relaxing into it. Sarah had this easygoing charm about her, a lightness that made you forget the weight of the room for a moment. She was everything Rafe wasnâtâeffortlessly kind, bubbly, and generous with her affection.
âWheezie and I were just talking about you,â Sarah added, and you turned to find a petite, younger girl standing a few feet away.
Wheezieâs face lit up when she caught your gaze. âHi. Iâm Wheezie. Itâs cool to meet you.â
You smiled at her. âHi, Wheezie. Iâm Y/N. Itâs nice to meet you too.â
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly nervous. âYouâre a model, right? Thatâs so cool. Iâve seen your pictures in Vogue!â
You blinked in surprise, warmth spreading in your chest. âYou have?â
âYeah!â Wheezie nodded enthusiastically. âYouâre so pretty, and your outfits are amazing. How did you even start doing that?â
Her genuine curiosity was disarming, and for a moment, you forgot the tension hanging in the air. You leaned slightly closer, your smile becoming more natural. âItâs a long story, but Iâll tell you sometime if you want.â
Wheezieâs face lit up. âReally? Thatâd be awesome.â
Rafe, who had been watching the interaction silently, finally spoke up, his voice tinged with amusement. âWheezie, youâre gonna scare her off.â
Wheezie flushed, but she grinned up at her brother. âIâm just being friendly.â
âSheâs fine,â you said quickly, shooting Wheezie a reassuring smile. âItâs nice to meet someone whoâs actually interested in what I do.â
Rose cleared her throat, interrupting the light moment. âOh, weâre interested in you, dear,â she said, her tone honeyed but with an edge of condescension. âRafeâs been so secretive about you, itâs about time we got to know you better.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you apologized with a polite smile. âIâm here now, though.â
âYes, you are,â Ward interjected, his gaze narrowing slightly. âRafe mentioned your career. It must be⊠demanding.â
You nodded carefully. âIt can be, but I enjoy it. Iâve worked hard to get where I am.â
Ward tilted his head, his expression unreadable. âAnd maintaining that image must be just as hard. I imagine you have to watch every calorie to stay in shape for your work. Must be exhausting.â
The words hit you like a sharp slap, your chest tightening as old insecurities clawed their way to the surface. You forced a neutral smile, but your nails dug into the palm of your hand to keep steady. âItâs part of the job,â you replied carefully, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.
Rose waved a dismissive hand, her eyes flitting over you in a way that felt equally invasive. âDonât listen to him, honey. You look perfectly healthy to me. Honestly, Iâd kill to have your body.â
Her words were meant as a compliment, but they were worse than his. âThank you,â you murmured, your voice quieter now.
Rafe stiffened beside you, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. âAlright, thatâs enough,â he said, his tone firm, a warning laced beneath the words.
But Ward ignored him, his attention still on you. âWeâre not saying anything wrong. She does look healthy⊠in a sickly way.â His smile was thin, and though the words were spoken lightly, there was an edge to them.
You forced another smile, but your composure was slipping. The weight of their attention, the veiled comments, the subtle dissection of your bodyâit was too much.
âIâm sorry,â you said abruptly, stepping back slightly. âExcuse me for a moment.â
The moment you stepped into the bathroom, the world outside seemed to dissolve. The faint hum of voices from the gathering became muffled as you locked the door and leaned against it, your chest heaving. You clutched your stomach, the ache inside more emotional than physical, as Wardâs and Roseâs comments echoed in your mind.
Your reflection in the mirror stared back, unkind and unforgiving. You pressed your trembling hands against the sink, breathing shallowly as the familiar sensation of panic crept up your throat.
No matter how far you thought youâd come, it was always there â lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment of vulnerability. Your stomach churned violently, the pressure too much. You barely made it to the toilet before the wave overtook you.
Kneeling on the cold tile, you hated yourself for this relapse. Your body trembled as tears stung your eyes, the shame wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. You knew better. Yet here you were, undone by a handful of careless words.
The door suddenly creaked open. Panic seized you as you tried to compose yourself, but it was too late.
âYN?â Rafeâs voice was low and tentative, laced with worry. He mustâve picked the lock.
You froze, your back to him, trying to will him away. âGo away, Rafe.â
He didnât. Instead, he stepped inside, shutting the door softly behind him.
You heard the scuff of his shoes as he approached, but you couldnât bring yourself to turn around. âPlease,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âJust leave me alone.â
But then he was kneeling beside you, his presence warm and steady despite the storm raging inside you. His hand gently touched your back, and you flinched, but he didnât pull away.
âIâm here,â he said simply, his tone quiet but firm. He reached out, gathering your hair and pulling it away from your face with a tenderness that made your heart ache. âYou donât have to say anything. Just let me help.â
The knot in your throat tightened, and a sob escaped before you could stop it. You covered your face with your hands, shaking your head. âIâm so pathetic,â you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks. âI promised myself Iâd never do this again. Iâve tried so hard to move on, to be better. But itâs always there. Itâs always waiting for me to fail.â
He paused, his hand stilling for a moment before he spoke. âYouâre not failing,â he said, his voice softer now. âYouâre human. Youâve been through a lot, and youâre still standing. Thatâs not failing, YN. Thatâs surviving.â
His words hit you harder than you expected, and you finally turned to look at him. His blue eyes were fixed on you, full of a mix of anger and concernânot at you, but for you. He reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek with a gentleness that nearly broke you.
âDo you want to talk about it?â he asked carefully.
You hesitated, your walls instinctively rising. But something about the way he looked at youâwithout judgment, without pityâmade you feel safe enough to let them down.
âItâs⊠itâs complicated,â you began, your voice shaky. âIâve struggled with this for a long time. Since I was a teenager. Modeling didnât cause it, but it made it worse. Everyone always has something to say about my bodyâitâs too thin, itâs too big, itâs never enough.â you swallowed hard, your throat burning. âAnd tonight⊠your dad, Rose⊠they just hit a nerve.â
Rafeâs jaw tightened, and you could see the anger flickering in his eyes. But he didnât interrupt, letting you speak at your own pace.
âI thought I was past it,â you admitted, your voice breaking. âBut it never really goes away. It just⊠quiets down. Until something like this happens.â
Rafe nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. âI get it,â he said, surprising you. âNot in the same way, but I get it. The pressure, the expectations. Feeling like no matter what you do, itâs never enough.â
You stared at him, the rawness in his voice catching you off guard.
âIâm sorry for that,â you whispered, fresh tears spilling over. âAnd for what you saw.â
âDonât apologize,â Rafe said firmly, his hand finding yours and squeezing gently. âYou donât have to apologize. Not to me. Not to anyone.â
His words cracked something open inside you, and the sobs came harder now, wracking your body. Rafe didnât hesitate. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest.
âItâs okay,â he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. âIâve got you. I promise.â
After what felt like an eternity, your tears began to subside. You pulled back slightly, embarrassed by the mess youâd made of his shirt. âSorry,â you mumbled, wiping at your face.
Rafe chuckled softly, shaking his head. âDonât be. This shirt was ugly anyway.â
The small attempt at humor made you smile, even if it was faint. He stood, helping you to your feet, his hand steadying you as you wavered.
âYou okay?â he asked, his gaze searching for yours.
You nodded, though you werenât entirely sure. âI just⊠need a minute. Is that okay?â
Rafe hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave you alone. But after a moment, he nodded. âAlright⊠Take all the time you need. Iâll be right outside.â
As he stepped toward the door, you felt a pang of guilt. âRafe?â
He turned back, his expression softening.
âThank you,â you said quietly. âFor⊠this.â
His lips curved into a small smile. âDonât mention it.â
âAre you serious right now?â Rafeâs voice was sharp, cutting through the murmur of conversation like a knife. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
âRafeââ Ward started, but his son didnât let him finish.
âNo, you listen to me,â he snapped, his anger palpable. âIf you ever talk to her like that, weâre done. I mean it.â
Your heart stopped, and you moved closer, careful to stay out of sight.
âRafe, calm down,â Roseâs voice said, her tone exasperated.
âNo,â Rafe snapped. âIâm not calming down. Do you have any idea what you just did? What your comments did to her?â
There was a beat of silence before Ward spoke, his tone dismissive. âIt was just a harmless observation. Sheâs a grown woman. She can handle it.â
âHarmless?â Rafeâs voice rose, trembling with fury. âYou donât know the first thing about her, and you sure as hell donât get to say shit like that to her ever again.â
âRafeââ
âNo,â he cut Ward off, his voice firm and unyielding. âYou donât get to do this. Not to her. If you canât show her some respect for once in your life, then donât bother talking to her at all.â
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
Your chest tightened, a swell of emotions rising as you listened to him defend you with such ferocity. For all his cocky bravado and sarcastic quips, Rafe had just shown you a side of himself you hadnât expected.
A side that cared.
A side that would fight for you.
You stepped back, went back to the bathroom, giving him space to finish the conversation. But as you stood there, a small, genuine smile broke across your face.
When Rafe returned to the bathroom, his shoulders were tense, but his eyes softened when they landed on you. âHey,â he said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
âHey,â you echoed, your voice trembling slightly.
âIâm sorry if I took too long,â he said, sitting beside you on the floor. âI had to take care of someâ.â
âI heard you,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
âYou heard me?â his brows furrowed. âHeard what?â
âWhat you said. To them. Ward and Rose.â
âOhâŠâ his eyes widened. âIâm sorry if you think I stepped a line. It just really pissed me off what they said about you and thought that if you were going to see them again, they should know their liââ
âYou donât need to apologize, Cameron,â you interrupted, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips, the sound easing the tension in his shoulders. âThank you, thoughâŠâ
His gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside the room fell away. âOf course.â
He stood and extended a hand to you, palm open and steady. You hesitated for the briefest moment, not because you didnât want to take it but because the gesture felt like more than it was. When your hand slipped into his, his fingers closed around yours.
You stood, brushing invisible creases from your saree and adjusting the edges with nervous precision. Rafeâs eyes lingered on you, watching the delicate way your fingers moved, the subtle rise and fall of your shoulders as you steadied yourself.
When you glanced up at him, offering a soft, grateful smile, something in his chest tightened, and he knew he was done for.
âOkay, letâs do this,â you said, your voice stronger now.
He nodded, but as you turned toward the door, he couldnât stop himself from saying it, even if you wouldnât hear it. âYouâre worth it,â he whispered, the words low and raw, like theyâd been pulled straight from his heart.
He stood there, hand still tingling from where yours had been, a storm of emotions churning inside him. His mind raced, his heart pounded, and every inch of him felt consumed by something he wasnât ready to name.
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a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanksđ€đ€đ€
if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...
note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :)
pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader
warning TOO MUCH FLUFF
ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.
he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like âyo who is she??? omg she's so beautifulâ
whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you
you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.
after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, âaccidentallyâ brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong
even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:
user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense??
ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT
but little do they know you both were already together IRL đ
okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say âyou are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of youâ LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising âyou did so great babyâ, âi admire u so muchâ
intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.
âeeeeewwwww oh my godâ a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like âtehe u can't catch meâ
after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you
man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it
âPLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THATâ
âyou were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?â
âi'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?â
whenever i hear this song, all i can think about is obx s1. like during pandemic... the feeling was so amazing, and the feeling is so nostalgic. now we're getting obx s4 and 2020 is almost 4 years ago? oh how time flies by so fast
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Hi hope your doing great today :) maybe a dave lizewski x reader period comfort fic? got mine this week and it sucks and i need one with my best nerd <33
omg so sorry i just saw this now anon, but yes of course!
cramps&cuddles â dave lizewski
pairing: boyfriend!dave lizewski x fem!reader
words: 0.6K (I wish I could make this longer, but I've run out of other ideasâŠ)
fluff, comfort :) not proofread
You and Dave decided to have a sleepover after school since your parents goes to a vacation for a day, but your period just had to start at the worst timing. When Dave arrives at your house and sees you what seems to be (physically dying) on your bed, he immediately knows something is wrong
During the past week heâs been too busy being âKickassâ, this has been one of the first time in a while since youâve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. âhey, hey, baby, are you okay?â Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. âughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think Iâm dying- oh goshâ you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. âohmygodohmygodohmygod donât worry Iâm here- what do you need? I- whatâs happening. Your forehead isnât so hot??? What could be the reaso-â while Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying âDave, donât stress out omg itâs just that time of the monthâ
Despite Dave being the huge nerd he isâ/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasnât researched about. His mom passed away while he was young, so with the amount of knowledge he knows about women⊠you can tell he was internally panicking. You turn to look away, then when you glance back- POOF, he magically disappears. Heâs SPEEDING to the nearest store while on his phone, waht do wpmen need for thst time odf monsht typed while bursting into the store. When safari finally loads, he buys the listed items:
Pads
Tampons
A compress
Your favorite snacks
âwait⊠pads with wings or without? you know what, Iâll just buy everythingâ is his mindset while also not thinking of his safety right now because how did bro almost get RAN OVER 4 times in a row. Despite his survival of multiple possible car crashes, he also goes to the nearest market to buy oranges because, according to a website, they help with cramps⊠or something? At this point, he doesnât know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but heâs just praying you arenât dead yet by the time he gets back to your house
Itâs been roughly about 5-6 minutes, and he SWINGS YOUR DOOR OPEN with an almost burnt meal he made inside your kitchen with any ingredients he could find, hot chocolate, and a bowl of already peeled oranges. (a/n: I know that food combination sounds disgusting, but Iâve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing so what can I say) âhere hun, I donât know if any of these helps but how are you feeling so far?â he gently places the set of food on your bedside table, while also settling the hot compress on top of your stomach. He goes to cuddle beside you, caressing your back while handing you paper bags full of all the snacks you love.
âI think Iâm feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for thisâ you say getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing around your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically âIâm so sorry I wasnât able to spend this past week with you, I promise to make it up to you.â nuzzling his face into your neck, which makes you feel, warm, like your cramps have suddenly disappeared. âIt's okay, please donât worry too much about it, okay? Plus youâve already made it up to me, thank you for being here, I mean it.â you both laughing at the sight of how any plastic bags he brought full of at least 15 different versions of pads and tampons. You both hold each other peacefully, while you both feel the breeze from your open window.Â
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You and Drew were decorating your shared apartment the day before New Year's Eve, since you and the cast of OBX planned to celebrate it in the apartment. Whilst you mingled with the cast, the party had an atmosphere with music and laughter, as well as a VERY AND CLINGY sleepy Drew. He practically begged you to have a cuddling session, he'd be whining saying âpleasssseeee baby just hug me for a few seconds, i want to spend my last 2023 moments with uâ as he fumbled with his words
âoh my god drew. it's not like your going to die!?!? plus we have guests, let me FREE DREW!!â
Despite your attempts of trying to escape from him, you give in, and thankfully he accidentally falls asleep. A few minutes before the countdown commenced, when he woke up, this man was about to bawl his eyes out after seeing you weren't beside him anymore. After going out of the room you both share, he literally shouts âBABYYY đđđđ WHERE ARE YOU đđđđâ
He IMMEDIATELY forgets your friends were over at your guys' place, but thankfully the fireworks are loud enough so they couldn't hear him. While your friends were at the balcony admiring the fireworks, man was not giving up until he found you. âbaby??â he looks under the table, and there you were, eating grapes. âhi bab-â you say, almost choking with your mouth full of grapes
Instead of watching the fireworks, you didn't expect to speed eat grapes with your boyfriend under the table before it turned 12:01 am. While your friends were still at the balcony celebrating 2024, rudy pankow realizes- âyo guys wait, where's y/n and drew??â