#oh yeah starkey died

[starcloud-nova]

im reading undivided. are you fucking kidding me. what is going on.

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison and Ringo Starr working on “Octopus’s Garden” in the studio, January 1969. Photo by Mal Evans or Tony Bramwell, for The Beatles Book monthly.

A look at some Harrison-Starkey musical collaborations.

“This next song is called ‘It Don’t Come Easy.’ I wrote this song with the one and only George Harrison.” - Ringo Starr, VH1 Storytellers (1998)

“So George taught me C, which was so damn hard. That’s how [‘Photograph’] started. I love the sentiment of ‘Photograph.’ When we did The Concert For George, I told the audience that ‘Photograph’ now has a different meaning just because of the fact that George has left.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007)

"George wrote that one. I was watching a lot of TV then [1981], as he writes in one of the lyrics in the song. Also I was probably going insane too. George thought this song would be good for me. It’s a song I knew he’d never do. So it gave George some freedom and it was a bit looser than something that he would do for himself." - ibid

“When Ringo asked [George]… to compose guitar music for a new song, ‘King of Broken Hearts,’ George put his own heart into it. One reviewer would later describe his beautiful slide-guitar work as ‘sharing a little of his soul… [a] moving musical statement [that] spoke of the musician’s inner peace.’ George sent the tape off by mail. Ringo took the package to his recording studio and sat with his hands behind his head, listening to an unexpected poetry of notes. 'You’re killing me, George,' he mumbled. 'You’ve got me crying, you bugger.’” - Here Comes The Sun: The Spiritual and Musical Journey of George Harrison (2006)

Ringo Starr: "'Never Without You,' the tribute track to George - or the love track. I don't really like the tribute - you know, the word 'tribute.' It's just to let George know we loved him." [...] Q: "You mentioned 'Never Without You.' That's the next song we're going to hear from Ringo Rama. You said, not a tribute. What did you say?" RS: "It's just with love." Q: "With love for George." RS: "Yeah. [...] [The 2002 Concert for George] helped with the closure, I felt, that we all sort of... we had this focus of the show, but we could hang out with each other and, you know, deal with the loss of George, who, you know, I still miss." Q" "The song 'Never Without You' didn't really start out purely about George, did it?" RS: "Well, it started out just as a band. And then I thought, wow, this would be great, after the first verse, that we were brothers through it all. It just became natural that it was about the Beatles, in a way. And, of course, George had just left us then. It was like four months after he died. And so then I thought, oh, that would be great. I can say this about George. Then, oh, well, I can say this about John. Oh, and I can say this about Harry Nilsson. And so it just got too cluttered and too crazy. So I had to stop everything and say, 'Now, where are we going? Okay. This is just for George. And that way, I - you know, I could use some of his lines in the song itself, never - you know, 'within you, without you' is his line. Sometimes you just go mad and you've got to stop and look at what you do and then you do it right. And I think the song says everything that I ever want to say." Q: "Why was it so easy for you to write with George on classics like 'It Don't Come Easy' and 'Photograph' so soon after the Beatles split?" RS: "Well, you know, George was my good friend. And I was very good at two verses and a chorus. And then I would take it over to George's and he'd finish 'Photograph.' And he finished 'It Don't Come Easy.' And also, you know, I'm not the best guitarist in the world. I have to admit that. I might be a great drummer, but I'm not the best guitarist. And so he would put in all these chords that made me sound like a genius and tie the song up. [...] So George was always great. We always had a lot of fun in the studio, you know." - Ringo Rama Radio Hour, 25 March 2003

“['Never Without You’] is all about George. The song is still very poignant for me, and I tried not to do it on the last tour, but I had to do it because it’s a beautiful song and expresses what I felt for the man. […] He had just gone and I wanted to express my love for him.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007) (x)

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[milo-manheim-luver]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

hahah thank you for tagging me @slut4drudy and @runningfrom2am glad to know ppl actually want to know more about me. 🤭

1. Are you named after anyone?: yeah, my middle name is my moms middle name and my grandmas and my great grandmas and i think one of my aunts… 😒 (i hate it because it’s basic 😭)

2. When was the last time you cried?: last week…. i hit a fucking coyote on the highway and started crying. i’m horrible i know ✋🏻 no need to tell me. i even tried to dodge it and was tbh probs close to hitting the car in the lane next to mine. i’ve just come to the conclusion i suck at driving.

3. Do you have kids?: no 😭 but i better have some. and it better be with a hot, tall man who can actually tan because i don’t want my children being cursed with my poor genetics of being short and pale as a ghost to where the sun literally reflects off my skin 😭 it’s horrible. i hate it. it’s unfair. and before anyone says “use tanning lotion” babe it doesn’t fucking work on me. i got those strong scottish/celtic genes.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: idk probably just a little bit?? note: i’m going through this reading my answers and have realized i am quite sarcastic. my apologies luvies.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?: played basketball in the third grade but never again because kids in my tiny town are stupid geezers who make fun of you if you’re not perfect even though they sucked too. i mainly stuck with marching band like a good, innocent girl that i am🤭

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?: their vibe? and maybe their style? idek

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: HAPPY ENDINGS. i cant take scary movies. i get too scared 😂 i just hide my face the WHOLE time.

8. Any special talents?: i know how to play the flute if that counts. and a tad bit of piccolo. i played the flute for 7 years in school. i don’t play it much now but i still know how to play OH and read music for the most part. i’m so cool.

9. Where were you born?: missouri of all places 💀 i hate it here. get me out. it’s misery not missouri. the amount of morons in this state baffles me every day. legit. like people here are so absurd it hurts my brain.

10. What are your hobbies?: i like traveling. i have only traveled on my own. i’ve never taken a trip with someone where flying is involved. so i save my money and blow it all on a trip like once a year…. i’m terrible with money. next stop is nyc 🥳 maybe i’ll fun in to brooke starkey and say she’s a queen and fashion icon (i’ll pretend i don’t know her. just be like omg i love that outfit!)

11. Do you have any pets?: like personally mine? i used to… but then she got mauled to death by my sister’s dog 4 years ago💀 (i have to joke about it or i’ll be depressed for the next year again) (after she died my ass didn’t give a shit about myself and was lowkey reckless while driving and didn’t eat and hardly showered) nah but my family has 4 springers who are crackheads.

12. How tall are you?: 5’4 1/2 but i leave off the half. i’m the shortest in my family and get teased by it all the time 😌 that’s okay though. i need a tall man to reach the higher shelves anyways.

13. Fave subject in school?: math because i was in advanced math in high school and never tried but was getting C’s and some B’s. i think it just came naturally to me.

14. Dream job?: zoologist or marine biologist. that’s what i planned on doing until i dropped out of community college and then decided to go back but then dropped out again 💀 i cant make this shit up bro. all in under 2 1/2 years #slay

15. Eye color?: i get to flex on this one to all my drew/rafe girlies… i have like light blue eyes which pairs well with my egg white skin tone. ✌🏻 hahahaha. they get even more blue when i cry. so often.

[drewsbuzzcut]

baseball babe

baseball player!drew starkey x f!reader

warnings: cuss words, jealousy, some angst, mention of alcohol, semi-fight, fluff and comfort

the big win against drew’s baseball team rivalry led to the big party you are at right now. as soon as you and drew arrived, he was being whisked away by his teammates to do shots. you won’t even bother to try to get him back at your side because you know they’ll just steal him away again.

-

a couple hours later and you’ve found yourself in the company of a few freshman girls that you’ve tutored earlier in the year. “how have your classes been? i hope what i showed you helped,” you say. “no, yeah! i’m doing great, thanks so much,” the girl, laina, responds. “yeah, you’re great at tutoring. my grades haven’t slipped since,” brooke added. “that’s good. i’m happy that all of your grades are good,” your sentence slowly dies on your lips as drew appears next to you. he slyly squeezes your hip to let you know he’s the one in your presence. “hello ladies,” drew greets. you smile up at him, meeting his eyes and he sends you a quick wink. “hi, drew,” all two girls say in unison, looking like they have stars in their eyes. “drew, you played so well today,” said brooke. “yeah, you looked so hot out on the field. all sweaty and just extra sexy,” said laina. your eyes widen at what you just heard, and you feel drew place his hand on the small of your back in comfort. “uhhh… thanks,” drew replied dryly. “how do you look so good when you’re playing?” “don’t know. i’m just playing the game,” drew says. he can feel how tense your body is, and he can practically feel the heat from how angry you’re getting. “oh, brooke, you know dylan, right? well he’s on the team with drew. he’s very cute, single, and is a freshman like you,” you finally break your silence. “ew. no thank you. i like older men,” brooke responds before sending a wink to drew. “yeah, and drew is an older, hotter man,” you hear laina say. before you can lose your shit, drew slides his hand around your hip and drags it up until he’s holding your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. it’s a deep, passionate kiss. one that puts your jealousy at ease because you know drew is telling you that he’s yours and only yours. brooke and laina look at the both of you with disgust and their jaws on the floor. drew is first to pull back but before he can completely move away, you draw him into another kiss just for good measure. “drew, we didn’t know you were dating the school’s nerd.” “yeah, why have her when you can have one of us?” after hearing that, you’re completely seeing red. your skin his hot, and your breathing is getting heavier. drew is trying to calm you down by slowly rubbing your back but it’s no use. “you know what, i didn’t tutor you bitches for you to insult me in front of my face,” you snap. “oh no… like we care.”

“fuck you.”

“classy.”

“oh because you’re the classy one?”

“you’re a boring bitch who’s going to get dumped because a girl like you will never be good enough for a MAN like him.”

that one stung bad. your eyes get glossy but you didn’t dare let any tears out. you quickly pull off your earrings and start to charge at the two girls. drew quickly pulls you back before you can lay a hand on them. “drew, let me goooooo.” “not yet.” drew loosens his hold just a bit. “and don’t you ever talk shit to my girlfriend because when you mess with her, you mess with me,” drew tells brooke and laina.

drew pulls you into an empty room, so he can try to calm you down. “pretty girl, you need to calm down. steady your breathing with mine.” he’s massaging your scalp gently. you keep shaking your heading, trying to stop the thoughts from running all over. “are you ok?” you finally look up at him, shaking your head while your tears finally spill. “don’t cry. please, don’t cry,” drew whispers as the pads of his thumbs wipe them away. “i hate that they made me feel this way, so, so insecure. i hate it,” you sob out. “i love you, darling, there’s no need to ever feel insecure with me or with anyone. you’re perfect,” drew tells you without a single hint of doubt in his voice. “how about we get out of here?” drew asks. “no, this is a celebration for you and the team. you don’t need to leave, but maybe i should.” “no, if you leave, i leave.” “where are we going to go?” you ask. “somewhere special,” drew grins.

during the drive, the silence puts you in a peaceful state of mind but you can’t help but think of their words. “she called me a ‘boring bitch’ like… what,” you mutter. “she’s wrong, so wrong.” “where are we going, babe?” “batting cages,” he says, quickly flashing you a smile. “our first date?” “our first date.” you smile as you remember the first date you had with drew during your freshman year of college. he took you to the batting cages because you had made fun of baseball when you both first met. it will always be the best date you’ve ever had.

“BAM!!! HOMERUN FOR OUR NUMBER ONE MAN! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD AHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH!” you scream into the air as drew rounds the bases. he picks you up and spins you around in celebration. “drewwww… put me down,” you say through laughs. “drew starkey, you’ve just won the biggest game of your life, what are you gonna do now?” you impersonate a commentator. “i think i’m going to take my girlfriend home and show her how much i fucking love her,” drew whispers in your ear, making you blush. you lean up and kiss him with everything you’ve got. you bite his bottom lip as you pull away, pulling a small moan from the back of drew’s throat. “c’mon baseball babe, let’s go home.” “baseball babe?” “yes my baseball babe, the love of my life,” drew stated. you see nothing but love in his eyes. you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with every positive emotion known. “take me home, and show me how much you love me,” you say with a kiss before quickly running to his truck, ready for his sweet loving.

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[gimmiepizzaaaa]

real world | d.s.                            [ 1 ]

hey besties! simpin’ over a certain someone for a while now, so here we go. also im not into the y/n thing so your pov’s name will be syd or short for sydney. you’ll be an architect working in a huge firm at a high position, and no specific face claim. also i like adding some real life scenes as well. here we go!!

Blurb : you and drew have been dating for about four years now in secret, not even his cast members knew of it, you finally start to give out signs on social media.

part two

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drewstarkey don’t trust mads with a gun

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madelyncline i am a harmless puppy shut up

>hichasestokes so it wasn’t you who tried to choke me by my bandana?

>madelyncline shhhh you’re on my team

>rudeth well i’m not! YOU SHOT ME TWICE WOMAN

>madisonbaileybabe go you! @madelyncline 

>madelyncline i love you forever 😚 @madisonbaileybabe

>hichasestokes is this cheating? i feel like this is cheating

>drewstarkey behold the ultimate third wheel @ hichasestokes

>hichasestokes no stopppp!! you ....me .... @madisonbaileybabe bring it

>drewstarkey she’ll kill you in your sleep

jonathandavisofficial am i seriously the only one who noticed?

>madelyncline wTF wait i saw it too!!!!!!!! @ drewstarkey group chat... NOW!!

user1 holy fucking shit what!!!!!

user2 BACK TF UP!!PIC 5!!!!

user3 im not okay-

user4 who dis bitch

>user3 there’s no tag... smh...

user5 hear that? that’s the cracking of my heart

user6 won’t even last, just another slut

                                 « drew and sydney’s chat »

bub🤍

in a table read call you soon, something imp??

syd✨

oh, i just wanted to ask why you posted that 

bub🤍

posted what....

syd✨

don’t act dumb starkey, you know what

bub🤍

jesus syd, it’s okay, unless you didn’t want me too??..

syd✨

 no dumbass ofcrs i dont mind, but still, i mean its                                                   gonna be a whole thing if your fans find out

bub🤍

i wanted to, besides no one knows its you...

syd✨

cool, dinner tonight??

bub🤍

sure, after the interrogation session with the cast, ofcrs

syd✨

you’re never gonna escape this😂 good luck

bub🤍

yOUR’RE ON MY TEAM STOP THEM, also i’ll pick you up, when do you get off work today?

syd✨

sure i am, also i get off around 6:30, 

bub🤍

your words hurt me luv, and yeah, i’ll be there, i have no shoots after 6 today

syd✨

okayy, gtg byeeee

bub🤍

wait!

syd✨

what?

bub🤍

i love you

syd✨

awww bub, love you too <3 i’ll see you tonight

bub🤍

byeeee

how do we like it? should i make a series? cuz there’s not much happening here...

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Birthday Surprises (d.s.)

Summary: you have the best birthday present for Drew.

It was perfect that Drew’s birthday fell on a month where you and all your friends were in the same place. With the pandemic and a possibility of Outer Banks not being picked up for a season 2, Drew was worried his birthday would be ruined.

But you and your mutual castmates had a plan in mind. It’s not everyday a person turns 27 so you all had a day full of surprises planned out. And you had the best one.

You and Drew had been dating for over a year now, since Outer Banks started filming in 2019. Of course you talked about getting married and starting a family but you never thought it would happen so quick. You were about a month pregnant and you hadn’t told Drew yet. You yourself had only known for about a week. It was a good thing you weren’t a big drinker anyways, so everything seemed normal with the baby.

The only people who knew were Madison and Madelyn. You hadn’t told any of the boys in fear of them telling Drew accidentally. You obviously told your boss and the crew so you wouldn’t have to do any crazy stunts. And the show would be wrapped by the time you far along enough to notice.

The day of celebration started with JD and Chase decorating Drew’s trailer. Something they made sure to document on social media. Madison and Madelyn got him a giant cake with sparkler candles and the whole cast and crew sang him happy birthday before filming.

The one thing that stumped him was why he hadn’t heard anything from you. You told him happy birthday and told him you loved him but there was no gift. You were big on gift giving, it was your love language and yet he hadn’t received one from you.

All day he wondered what he had done to make you upset. Or if you had something planned, what was it and why was it such a big secret?

You and the girls had a plan that during the party, you’d give Drew his present in front of everyone. Not only were you telling your boyfriend but your friends as well.

“He thinks I’m mad at him. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this surprise.” You complained to Madelyn as you sat on your couch before everyone else got there. “Who cares if he thinks that? He’ll change his mind when you tell him you’re gonna have his baby.” She laughed.

“I guess you’re right.” You muttered. “What are you giving him? How are you doing it?” She asked. “It’s a surprise.” You joked. “Even for me? One of the only people who actually knows?” Madelyn questioned. “Yes, even for you.” You replied as the door opened.

The boys and Madison walked through the door, chatting and continuing the big birthday celebration. Drew sat down next to you, grabbing your legs to rest them on his lap. He grabbed you the drink that Rudy handed him and offered it to you.

“Uh no, thanks babe. I’m good.” You said. “Come on, Y/N. It’s my birthday, please.” He pouted. “Maybe later.” You promised, sending him a wink. “Okay! We have presents so I suggest we do that.” Rudy announced. “You guys didn’t have to get me anything.” Drew protested.

“Don’t be ungrateful. Just say thank you.” Austin teased. One by one, each friend handed him a small gift. And he was okay with small gifts because he had everything he wanted and he didn’t need anything else.

Why would he when he had a great job, great friends and a great girlfriend?

All the gift giving seemed to have stopped and all eyes landed on you. “Oh! It’s my turn!” You said, getting up from the couch and retrieving your gift. If Drew was being honest, when he saw the card and small present in your hand, he was a bit disappointed. You loved gift giving so much and all you got him was a card?

He took it nonetheless and opened the gift first, ripping off the blue paper. “A book of dad jokes. I love it.” He lied. He didn’t love it but he pretended he did for your sake. Drew opened the card next, eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw what was on the front. “Uh, babe I think you grabbed the wrong card.” Drew said.

Rudy looked over his shoulder and read the words on the front. ‘Happy Birthday, daddy!’ It said in a large font. “Open it.” You said. Drew opened the card and sonogram pictures fell out onto his lap.

He seemed to be the only person to not get it until he read your writing on the inside. “What better present than giving you baby Starkey?” It said.

Drew’s eyes widened as he turned to look up at you. “Wait, are you serious?” He asked. You nodded your head with a goofy smile on your face. “You’re pregnant?” Drew questioned. “Yes, I’m pregnant.” You answered.

You were a bit nervous for how he was going to react after the news but when he stood up and nearly fell over Rudy and wrapped his arms around you, your nerves subsided.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” He whispered in your ear. You could hear the emotion in his voice, both happiness and nervousness. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re gonna have a baby.” You whispered back. 

Once the party had died down and everyone had gone home, you were laying with Drew in bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. 

You felt Drew slide down so he was leveled with your stomach. “Hi, baby. I know you’re not big enough to hear me or know who I am but I’m your dad. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you. We’re gonna be the best parents and give you the best life.” He spoke to your barely there bump. 

You smiled down at him as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m going to take you to football games and baseball games. I’ll bring you on set.” He continued. “What if it’s a girl?” You asked him. “Then she’ll be the biggest football and baseball fan.” Drew answered. 

The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, Drew quietly speaking to your stomach. You were drifting in and out of sleep when you felt Drew pull you into him. 

He kissed the top of your head lightly, finally abel to process the fact that he was going to have a family of his own. And he couldn’t be happier.

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Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

            Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it. 

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and  try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.” 

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

[jjmaybud]

sunrise | drew starkey

summary: you get a job writing for outer banks and get close to the cast, one more than the others.

pairing(s): drew starkey x fem!reader, fem!reader x platonic!outer banks cast, fem!reader x little!brother

word count: 3.36k

warning(s): fluff, swearing, alcohol use.

author’s note: I had the cutest idea when I was taking a power nap. this is my first time writing an imagine as well as my first time posting something like it on tumblr. I hope you like it. (Y/B/N=your brother’s name.)

It was your first day on the set of Outer Banks. You had already got through the hard part of working with the original writers on the script for the new season. You were quite young compared to the other writers, being in your early to mid-twenties, and the only woman. You were pretty stunned that you had gotten a call about their wanting your creative insights.

You had already met the cast and loved every single one of them. Since you were now a writer, you were present during their script reading and offered help when it was needed. Each member treated you with love and respect, and you loved that you were able to fit right in. Madison Bailey made sure to come up to congratulate you on landing the job because “we needed a female perspective too, fuck the patriarchy.” The both of you high fived because, hell yeah, girl power.

You intently watched as each actor read through their script. The chemistry between each of them was magical, and you couldn’t believe you were able to witness it first hand. As your eyes scanned the room, you’d make the occasional eye contact with Drew Starkey, the actor who played Rafe Cameron. A shared, polite smile came from the both of you each time you noticed your eyes locked.

Drew proved easily that he was nothing like his character, not that you thought he was, by coming up to you directly after the reading was over to introduce himself.

He held out his hand and stated his name. You took his hand in yours, giving him a firm handshake and noticing how warm his hand was without the sweat or claminess.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself in turn, even though he already knew who you were from the beginning of the meeting when they introduced you. “I’ve seen a few of your other works, too. I think you are a perfect cast for Rafe.”

A modest blush appeared on his cheeks as he grinned. The conversation went on a few more moments, but there were a couple other cast members who wanted to get a few words in with you.

Now, you were standing on set, watching Rudy and Madison shoot a particularly serious scene that you had a good hand in writing. Rudy’s character, JJ, was talking about the reality of being a Pogue. That you were born poor and eventually died poor. That the gold was his chance to not die living the same life he’s always had. The sun was setting, and it would add to the dramatic effect of his words cinematically. JJ’s monologue hit close to home, as it did when you wrote it, and you had to walk away to have a moment.

Drew’s scene had just wrapped, and he was done for the day. He found you walking past where the scene had taken place and watched you step up on a sandbank to get on higher ground, making sure you weren’t in anyone’s way. As the day’s final rays of sunshine slowly disappeared, he saw your left hand in the air to hold onto it for as long as you could before it was gone and it was left lighting up the rest of the sky in an orange hue. Your hand fell and both of them placed themselves on your jean cladded hip. He didn’t know how you were handling the heat in jeans even though they had large rips in the front. The peach colored tank top was the only thing that made sense. Your head fell back with your eyes closed, and he could hear the sigh from where he was standing.

It dawned on him that he was staring at you.

To make it less awkward, he made his way up the sandbank to stand next to you. He noticed the sweat and realized you actually weren’t handling the heat as well as he thought. When he noticed the tear in the corner of your eye, he looked out towards the horizon respectfully. He watched as boats were sailing back to shore from their day’s worth of fun in the ocean and as lights flickered on along the boardwalks.

You knew someone was standing beside you as you had your moment. Their arm brushed your elbow in the humid air when they first came up to you. You could smell their cologne and deduced that it was Drew. Somehow, from the first time you had met, you stored the way he smelt in the back of your mind. It was quiet as a small breeze picked up, blowing the hairs that had escaped from your ponytail and the sand stuck to your exposed legs. It did little to cool the two of you down.

You knew he was waiting for you to speak, not wanting to intrude on your moment of solitude.

“I grew up poor in a small, middle-class town in the middle of corn fields,” you began, not opening your eyes or lifting your head. You could feel Drew’s eyes on the side of your face as you confessed your change of mood. You were ecstatic to be where you were, working alongside great writers, directors, and actors, and had the same energy all throughout the day. No matter what was thrown at you—a scene didn’t work the way you thought, a scene needed to be added to smooth out some awkward cuts between other scenes, an actor needed help getting to the frame of mind the scene needed—you took it in strides and was up for the challenge. “Dreaming is the only way to get out of there. And I did. I dreamed of all the ways I could get out of that stupid town. Picked something I was good at. Stuck with it. Stayed angry until I made it. And today—”

You opened your eyes and turned to look into Drew’s. You managed to keep eye contact for a few moments before you got too shy and turned to look at the cast and crew milling about.

“Watching Rudy do his scene made me realize—”

“You made it,” Drew interrupted, making you turn back to him. Tears gathered in your eyes, and his facial expressions softened.

You nod, “And I don’t have to be angry anymore.”

You started to laugh and wiped the tears away as best as you could, but the gates had opened. Drew aw’d and pulled you into his chest while wrapping his arms around your shoulders despite the heat.

“Group hug?” You heard Rudy yell. The sound of his feet scraping against pavement before silence as he trudged up the sandbank and wrapped his arms around you and Drew. “Group hug, everybody!”

You turned your head in time to see Chase, Madelyn, Madison, and JD racing towards the three of you—the other cast members were either already in their trailers or gone for the day. You felt Rudy lay his head between the top of yours and Drew’s chest, humming in satisfaction. Madelyn beat the other three, and she found the perfect spot on your other side, laying her head on Drew’s arm and looking down at you with a smile. You smiled back at her but was blocked from seeing where everyone else had ended up.

After enough seconds passed where you were sweating worse than before, JD asked from behind you, “Why are we group hugging?”

“I have no idea. I saw Drew and Y/N start it,” Rudy answered.

You catch Madelyn wiggling her eyebrows causing you to laugh.

Drew cleared up the confusion and said, “She had the moment.”

A chorus of “ah’s” erupted through the group, and you sunk deeper into Drew’s chest. Heat swam from your neck up into your cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the weather.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said from somewhere behind Rudy. “We all had that moment at some point.”

A few more seconds passed of you being sandwiched between everyone’s sweaty bodies before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, alright. I can’t do it. I’m going to sweat my skin off if we keep touching each other,” you announced. Everyone was thankful for your outburst as they quickly pulled away and tried to air themselves out. Your hands went to your chest as you tried to wipe away the excess sweat build up. You saw Drew tugging his shirt open and close to air out his chest, and that’s when you noticed the cleavage shaped sweat spot on his shirt. “Oh, shit. You don’t have any more scenes today, do you?”

You started to quietly laugh as you grabbed his shirt to inspect the mark you made. Your eyes turned up to look him in the face and found a smile on his face as he looked down on you. You felt your cheeks heat up once again.

“Nope, you got lucky. You would’ve had to explain to wardrobe why I had to change my shirt.”

You tried to shove him away, but he only budged a little and that was just because of the unstable sand beneath the two of you.

∴∵∴∵∴∵∴

“Okay, what are the rules?” You asked your little brother as you prepared to host the cast at your apartment. It was one of the few weekends where the cast and the crew had a few days off to recuperate. Your teenage brother had been begging to come down to meet the cast and see how his favorite show was being made since he found out you would not only be writing for the new season but on set of filming.

“Don’t be weird, and don’t hit on the girls.”

“Good.” You grabbed an oven mitt and reached into the oven to pull out the pig-in-a-blanket you’d made for the get together. As you were doing this, there was a knock on the door. “Y/B/N, could you get that?”

You put the pan on the stove as your brother opened the door. You heard your friends before you saw them. Cheers erupted from them as they saw your brother and a mixture of handshaking and hugging went around as they shuffled in.

Drew was one of the first inside your apartment. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans in the cool, air conditioned apartment complex. In his hand was a six pack of beer, and he looked around for the kitchen before laying his eyes on you. A smile broke out on both of your faces as your eyes met.

Over the month of shooting, the two of you had been getting closer. You had exchanged numbers with most of the cast, but he was the only one you had been texting every day. Most of it was what you considered harmless flirting as you sent cheesy pickup lines, memes, and song suggestions, but you didn’t really know where your relationship with him was heading. You wanted to keep it professional, but you couldn’t deny what your heart was telling you.

The both of you stepped towards each other.

“Hey, Y/N. Thought you said your little brother was coming to town?” Drew teased, pointing out the fact that your little brother was, in fact, closer to Drew’s size than your own.

You stood up straighter and stood on the tips of your toes as you flexed your exposed arms to seem bigger.

“What do you mean? Can’t you tell I’m bigger?” You kept this up until you were able to chest bump him. It hurt you more than it did him. The sound of your laughs rumbled through each other’s chest as you hugged. It didn’t slip your mind how much closer your lips were when you stood on your tiptoes.

The night went on, more drinks went around, games were played—including a game of monopoly split up so it was girls vs pogues vs kooks where they were trying to see who was actually better at handling money. The girls won. You sat near Drew, and there were enough “accidental” touches that your little brother, who was sitting diagonal from you by Deion and Madelyn, was picking up on the vibe that he had not been aware of beforehand.

It was going on four in the morning before you noticed that your little brother was slumped into the chair he was sitting on, his head bobbed with sleep. The group lost Deion, Austin, and Madison, but everyone else was still going pretty hard. Drew’s participation in the group’s discussion got quieter, but you could tell it was because his eyes were getting heavier as he sunk further into the couch. You finished the rest of your beer before standing up to convince your brother to move to your bedroom. It wouldn’t hurt for you to sleep on the couch or the floor.

When you came back, the energy of the group died down as they realized just how tired they were as well.

“Damn, four in the morning. You know how to throw a party, Y/L/N,” Chase said as he pulled Madelyn up off the floor. JD was at the door trying to pull on his shoes while standing up but kept losing his balance. Eventually, he just gave up. Rudy was passed out in between the couch and the coffee table with half of his body under the table. Drew’s eyes were closed, his hands clasped on his stomach, and his feet planted on the floor with Rudy’s legs under him.

“And we didn’t even have to leave the building,” you laughed. You hugged the three friends as they were the only ones prepared to leave—with the exception of JD who decided to just carry his shoes. Once they left your apartment, you stumbled in your slightly intoxicated state to the coffee table and picked up all the empty beer bottles. As quietly as you could, you dumped the trash in the garbage can before getting into the fridge to grab yourself another beer.

You walked over to the door leading to your balcony. The beer in your hand almost slipped out of your grip when you heard Drew’s voice from behind you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft but still too loud in the quiet room.

“I’m gonna drink one more out on the balcony. Wanna come?”

It took him a second, but he eventually nodded his head and prepared to lift himself without waking Rudy. When he was finally on his feet, he stumbled slightly making you laugh quietly. A tired smile played on his lips at the sound. You held the door open for him before sitting down on the bench pressed against the window on your small balcony. Drew sat down next to you and allowed you to rest your legs over his lap. His hands found your bare calves, and he rubbed his thumbs on the exposed skin. You opened your beer and sipped it as you stared out to the dark sky. It was a comfortable silence until Drew noticed the little chill tremors shooting through your body.

“Cold?” You nodded which prompted him to pull off his grey sweatshirt to give to you.

“You don’t—” Your words stop in your throat as he holds the sweatshirt out to you. You sit up and hand him your beer to hold as you pull the sweatshirt over your head. It was a great deal larger than you, and your hands swam in the sleeves, but you loved the way his cologne engulfed you.

After you were situated back with your drink, Drew said, “Your brother’s cool.”

You smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded. “I told him not to be weird. He’s a big fan of the show.”

Drew smiled a dopey smile and teased, “Turns out he ain’t the only one.” Your brows furrowed in confusion which only made him smile bigger. “You were quoting Outer Banks the entire night.”

Your eyes widened, “I didn’t!”

He laughed out loud and nodded his head, “You did. No one really noticed because we do it too sometimes.”

There’s a pause before you deadpan, “I must’ve been under duress.”

He threw his head back this time as he laughed and you giggled watching him. The banter went back and forth effortlessly as time went on, and Drew’s hand had made its way up to your knee. You noticed the sky was lighting up from the pitch black it had been.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual sunrise,” you admitted, taking the last sip of your bottle and placed it on the ground.

“How is that?”

You shrugged, “I mean technically I’ve never seen it rise from the horizon. I always had too many trees in the way.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you watched the sky become brighter and brighter. You really wouldn’t be able to see the sunrise from here either. Your apartment faced the wrong way.

“The beach is just down the street,” Drew pointed out. “We could get there before sunrise.”

“Really?” Drew nodded.

The next thing you knew, the two of you were racing down the street in order to beat the sun. The two of you giggling as you more so than Drew stumbled down the street. Laughs filled the air as you launched yourself over a bench to land on the sandy beach. The sky was much brighter, and there was only a few minutes left before the sun would be peeking over the Atlantic Ocean. The breeze was cooler in the morning, and you turned into Drew’s side to keep yourself warm, holding his arm close to your body.

The first rays of sun poked through and all thoughts of your warmth washed away from your mind. Stepping closer to the rolling waves, you raised your left hand to the sky. Similar to what you’d done the first day on set during sunset. Drew had asked you why you did it, and you told him it was because you wanted to be the last one to say goodbye before it came back tomorrow.

Unbeknownst to you, Drew held his hand up to the sky with you. He wanted to know why it was important to you. What went through you that made this simple gesture needed? The sun finally peaked up from behind the horizon. You looked up to see the sun caressing your hand as if to say good morning to you. Your eyes fell back to the sunrise as a smile spread across you lips.

You felt someone’s fingers intertwined with yours, and you turned to see Drew with his hand held up to hold yours. You glanced at your hands as the sun danced down your arms and enveloped his face in its rays. Your breath hitched in your throat as you brought your hands down next to you. The two of you turned your bodies so they were facing each other and watched the sun lighten up your features.

His blue eyes were soft in the sunlight, and his lips looked softer. His clear skin radiated as the sun flickered over it. The breeze blew his ungelled hair in slow tugs, and you couldn’t fight the feeling spreading through your chest as the sunrise warmed it.

“I think I like the sunrise on your face better,” you whispered.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours placed itself on the side of your neck. Drew’s eyes glanced at your lips before they closed and his lips were on yours instead. The kiss was slow and affectionate. The warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the warmth that erupted from his touch. You wanted to bask in him for as long as you could and even then, you wanted to face the night with him.

After a long moment, you regrettably pulled away and met his forehead with yours. His eyes were still closed and a content smile replaced your lips. Your face mirrors his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

There in the quiet, with the threat of a hangover in your future, you and Drew stood in the sunrise.

[baby-bearie]

the waves don’t move here

(NOT MY GIF)

jj maybank x reader

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a/n: i know y’all don’t like the magical stuff as much, but i kind of liked this idea so this one’s for me :)

The sky is a weird shade of blue. 

That’s all you can think about. The sky is a brighter shade of blue than it normally is. Everything looks brighter. 

The trees are overly green, the road is nearly blinding you with how much the asphalt is reflecting the sun, and you realize you have no clue where you are. 

Or how you got there. 

You’re standing in the middle of the street. There is absolutely nobody around. It’s eerily silent. 

Not even a bird chirps. 

You search your brain to try and figure out how you wound up here. The street around you looks vaguely familiar. The look of the houses, the sound of waves crashing nearby tell you you’re still home. 

But you know every single inch of your island, and you’ve never been on this street before. 

Your legs carry you down the street without you even realizing, and you’re suddenly facing the ocean. The dock you stand on is just as unfamiliar as the street was. It looks somewhat like home, but deep down you know it’s not. This is not home. 

It doesn’t take you long to realize this is a dream. In what world would the Outer Banks ever be this quiet?

Once you realize, you settle yourself on the end of the dock, dipping your legs into the water. There are no ships in sight. The ocean is open, endless. The water doesn’t move. 

You’ve always wondered what it would be like to lucid dream. You’re pretty sure the very first step is to realize you’re dreaming. 

Check. You pinch your arm to see if you can wake yourself up and nothing happens. 

Maybe you can control the dream. Maybe you can manifest a tiger. 

You close your eyes and scrunch them up tightly. 

How do you create a tiger? You try and picture one in your mind. 

You peek one eye open. No tiger. 

Okay, maybe you need to say it out loud. “A tiger.” 

You point to the dock, still closing your eyes. 

“Roar?” 

The sound of a voice, a human voice, makes you open your eyes and turn sharply. 

It’s a boy. About your age, too. He seats himself next to you. 

Apparently, your subconscious definitely knows how to make your perfect guy. He’s not a tiger, but he’s a hell of a lot better. 

You’re not waking up anytime soon. You might as well play along. 

“Hi,” you deadpan. 

“Hi,” his voice is filled with confusion. “I’m JJ.” 

Your subconscious knows what you like really well if it’s making a voice like that. 

“I’m Y/n. But, you know. You probably know that.” You laugh. This is so weird. You’re introducing you to yourself. 

“Why would I know that?” JJ questions, sounding more confused than before. 

“Because, you know,” You nod at JJ, assuming this manifestation of yourself understands. He just shrugs. 

“So, like, who are you? Like, what are you doing here?” You prod.

“Shouldn’t I ask you that?” He shoots back. Now it’s your turn to be confused. 

“No?” 

You don’t remember how long you talked to JJ that night. You remember telling him how you can’t stand the texture of mushy apples, though. You remember him telling you the craziest things about a treasure hunt. 

God, you really did have an overactive imagination.

When you wake up the next morning, the only thing you can recall other than JJ is the way the waves didn’t move. 

You spend the day at work, bussing tables at the Wreck. It’s a good distraction from your running mind. 

When your head hits the pillow that night, you keep him in your mind. You can’t manifest a tiger, but hopefully you can manifest a boy. 

You open your eyes and you’re on the street again. This time, you know exactly where you are. You sprint down the street, not stopping until the small houses have turned into the familiar dock. You run towards the ocean. 

He’s already there when you get there. He’s sitting in the same spot, and turns to look at you as your bare feet thud on the ground. 

“You came,” JJ smiles. 

“I think I would have found you even if I didn’t try.” “We don’t really get much choice, do we.” 

You take your place next to him.

“So, you wanna tell me more about this treasure hunt of yours?” 

You know when you wake up, you won’t remember this. You tell him how you cry when you watch those puppy commercials. He tells you how he loves the feeling of the sun on his back after he’s been surfing.

You tell him how your sister died when you were little. He tells you about his fear of his dad.

You’re both silent for a moment. Everything is silent. The waves don’t crash. The waves don’t move. 

When you wake up, you stare up at the ceiling for a moment. He should’ve been real. You’ve never been able to connect with anyone like you’ve connected with the boy in your dreams.

But it’s just you. Just your brain coping with itself by creating a version of you to connect with. 

You haven’t talked with anybody like that in a long time.

Nights after nights pass, and you continue to meet JJ in your dreams. You know you’re not really talking to someone, but it feels good to get it all of your chest. To just keep talking and know someone can listen. You tell him things you’re not even sure you really knew about yourself. 

Many of those nights, JJ talks to you. He tells you his dad hits him. You’re not sure what to say. 

He tells you some crazy things. You listen, and marvel at the way your brain has crafted this boy. This perfect boy. 

Over these nights, things change. It’s in the way he places his hand on yours when he sits next to you. It’s in the way he looks at you when he listens to you talk. It’s in the way you realize JJ isn’t just a piece of your imagination. 

The last time you meet JJ at the dock, you tell him you haven’t figured out how to surf, but you’re trying to learn. That makes him smile. 

“I love surfing! I wish I could teach you.” 

“Of course you do.” “What does that mean?” JJ frowns. 

“Of course you love surfing. You’re just the perfect embodiment of who I’ve been looking for, so of course you know how to surf. You know how to surf because I want to surf.”

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” “Yeah, yeah, you’ll- sorry, I’ll never admit it. You’re not real.”

“No, you’re not real.” 

You turned your head so fast that if this was real, you would’ve had whiplash.

“What?” “I know you’re not real, man. My brain just gave me someone to talk to because I couldn’t take being alone anymore.” JJ sighs. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re real, aren’t you?” You whisper. 

There’s no way this can be true. You couldn’t have spent the past months calling yourself crazy for being in love with a boy in your dreams just to find out that he was real. 

“Yeah? I wish you were.” “JJ, I am.” “Quit it. There’s no one like you in my world. I would’ve found you by now.” “I’m not kidding, this whole time I thought you were just my imagination, but,” you take a breath in, “but you’re real. Aren’t you?” 

“So, so what? We’re both just dreaming the same dreams?” “I don’t know. I guess?” “Nah, this doesn’t make sense. What if we’re sleepwalking? Maybe we just sleepwalk to the same spot.” “JJ, that makes less sense.” “It makes just as much sense as us sharing dreams!” “The waves don’t move here, JJ.” You waved a hand towards the still water. 

JJ left first that night. When you woke up, you tried to remember everything he had said to you. With each passing minute, more and more slipped away from you. 

What did he tell you? Something about surfing?

All you could remember was the feeling. You remembered the overwhelming feeling of relief. As if a thousand pounds had been lifted off your shoulders. As if you could breathe again. 

You couldn’t focus at work. You nearly dropped an entire plate of sandwiches and soup on a poor group of teenagers. 

When you took your break, you retreated outside for a breather. You sighed and leaned your head back against the building. 

“You’re so weird, Pope.” “I’m just saying!” The voices of teenage boys rung out in the air, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned and rushed back into the restaurant, aggressively re-tying the apron around your waist and tugging your hair back into a rubber band. 

The door blew open as you turned to clear dishes off of a nearby table. You didn’t check to see as they seated themselves at a table in your section. They must’ve been the people from outside. Setting down your tray, you hustled over to the new table, fumbling to get your pad out. 

“Hi, welcome to the Wreck, do you need a second or can I get you started with,” The rest of your sentence failed to slip out. You had just managed to get the pen out of your pocket when you looked at the table and the words died in your mouth. There were 3 boys. 2 of them you didn’t recognize. 

One you definitely did. 

JJ’s lips parted and his eyes grew wide. Your pen clattered to the floor, long forgotten. Neither of you could find it in you to say anything. 

The other two boys seemed more confused, calling their friend’s name. 

“Is this,” JJ got out, his finger mindlessly twirling around his head, “am I dreaming again?”

You tore your eyes away from JJ to look out the window, out towards the water. 

The waves were crashing, pulled by the ebb and flow of the water. 

You shook your head. 

“I’m, uh. I’m JJ.” His voice was unsteady, just as unsure as you were that this could be real. 

“I’m Y/n. But you probably know that.” 

[mayraki]

“Our guardian angel”

drew starkey x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

a lovely anonymous requested; Drew x older Pankow!sister They’re pregnant and she dies while labor

MASTERLIST

Drew opened his eyes at the sound of a baby crying. He sighed and then tried his best to get out of bed. His body was tired and he could feel a slight pain in his chest. It was normal for him by now, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still hard.

He walked out of the room and because it was dark, he bumped into the door and a memory flashed back into his mind.

“I’m so sorry!” You said when you bumped into a body on your brother’s birthday party.

Drew turned around and then locked eyes with you. You had a little smile on your face and he couldn’t help himself but think that you were extremely beautiful.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry.” He said still trying to get a look on your face and try to remember where he had seen you since you looked familiar.

“Oh, you’re the guy who fights with my brother multiple times!” You pointed at him and then Drew was confused until you talked again. “I’m Y/n, Rudy’s big sister.”

He let out a little laugh once he understood. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I loved your work on the show!” you said with a big smile.

Drew couldn’t keep his eyes from you. He loved the way you moved your hands when you talked, the way you played fight with Rudy, how you hugged him and how you made everyone around you feel happy.

“It’s ok, baby. Come here.” Drew picked up little Rose and then carried her to the living room, and then sat down on the couch. The baby slowly started to calm down and he felt his body relax on the couch, going back to sleep with another memory on his head.

“I don’t understand anything about basketball, to be honest.” You said once you two sat down at the stands on the basketball course.

Once Drew found out a famous team was going to play in his town he immediately got tickets and then asked you if you wanted to go with him, you said yes because you loved hanging out with him even though you didn’t know anything about the sport.

Drew loved to have you next to him, the idea of having you there with him while he enjoyed something made his insides go wild. He didn’t like to accept it yet, but there was something there.

And he didn’t know, that that night, every feeling was going to be out just because of a kiss cam.

You were looking at the screen at some couple make out when the famous kiss cam pointed at them. You let out a little laugh and then Drew looked at you. He loved the sound of your laugh and the way your eyes would go smaller when you smiled. The way thar big shirt would make you even smaller and make you look cute, he loved that. He was getting lost in you when you widen out your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You said softly and then Drew turned to where you were looking. The kiss cam was now pointing at you two and he could feel his heart beat faster.

You gently shook your head and then Drew let out a little laugh. The people started to cheer up and the was no other choice, since the camera wasn’t moving.

You two locked eyes with each other and then Drew without hesitation, grabbed your cheek and united his lips with yours.

“Hey daddy” Rose said next to Drew. “When is uncle Rudy coming?”

Drew let out a little smile and then kneeled down to be on the same level as Rose. “This afternoon, baby.”

Rose moved with excitement and Drew let out a little laugh while going back to making lunch for him and Rose. When he looked up to get the salt, the picture of you, him, and Rudy made him get lost in a memory.

Rudy couldn’t take his eyes away from Drew, the words ‘we’re dating!’ that came out of your mouth we’re still going around his mind.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this.” Rudy said crossing his arms around his chest.

“Believe me, neither did we.” You said and Drew gave you a little smile.

“Alright. I’m happy for you two, but Drew, my man, if you ever hurt her. I’ll kill you.” He said serious but you couldn’t help and let out a laugh.

“Sure, Rudy.” You said letting your arm go around Drew’s waist, who was looking down at Rudy and he nodded.

“Or I’ll hire someone, because you’re too tall for me.”

“Daddy!” Rose said when Drew came into the apartment. He had been working all day and was tired, but the feeling of having his little girl around his arms made everything bad go away in seconds. “Look what I found!” Rose handed him a picture of a baby ultrasound. It was black and white and Rose was inside of your stomach. “What’s that?”

“That’s you, inside of mom’s stomach.”

“Did mom ate me?” Rose said with disgust and Drew let out a little laugh.

“Hey” you said once you entered Drew’s apartment. You seemed sad and nervous and Drew noticed that.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned. “You seemed pretty nervous on the phone.

“Uh... Drew.” Tears were coming down your cheeks and he immediately hold you into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You let your face rest in his chest while his arms where around your body. You were finding the courage to say what you wanted to say.

“I’m pregnant.” You said almost in a whisper and Drew just stood there. Your heart started to beat faster and your tears started to come down your cheeks once again.

“You’re pregnant?” Drew asked you once he locked eyes with you. You nodded and a giant smile appeared on Drew’s face. “Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!” He hugged you and you were shook at his response.

Drew couldn’t be more happier. He always saw himself as a dad, one day. And he couldn’t believe it was you the one who he was going to form a family with.

“Look Dad! A rose, like me!” She pointed at the flower on the park.

Drew let out a little smile and then felt the tears wanting to come out his eyes.

“No, Drew. We’re not going to call the baby “proof that I had sex with Y/n Y/l/n.” You said while you were walking around the city.

“But can you imagine the faces of the people?” Drew said and let out a little laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m going to have to take care of two babies.” You said jokingly and gave Drew a kiss on the cheek once he opened his mouth being offended.

“Oh, look at that Rose!” You said once you walked passed a flower shop. “It’s beautiful. Roses are my favorite, to be honest. They are so unique.” You gently touched the Rose and felt how soft it was.

“How about, if it’s a girl... Rose?” Drew said and you locked eyes with him.

“Rose. I like that.”

“Daddy, my stomach hurts.” Rose said while getting on the couch where Drew was reading a book.

“Really? Come here.” Rose let his head rest in Drew’s lap and he was gently touching her hair. He felt her body relax on top of him and her breathing was getting calmer.

“I think I haven’t moved this much in years.” You said sitting down on the couch after moving your stuff to Drew’s apartment. “This is the exercise of the week!”

Drew let out a little laugh and sat down next to you. You layed down and let your head rest on his lap. You closed your eyes and felt his hand on your waist.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said almost in a whisper and you let out a little smile. “I can’t wait to be on this couch a couple of years from now and watch our little girl grow up.”

Sometimes, nights were the worst. He couldn’t close his eyes, because of the memory of your face crying would come up. Silence was his worst enemy, because he could hear your screams. The memory was too painful to remember, but sometimes, he couldn’t control himself at night. And it would came back as a nightmare.

“C’mon, push push!” The doctor was screaming.

“She’s loosing a lot of blood!” The nurse said and Drew just stood there, watching himself grab your hand. A headache appeared on his head and he wanted to leave, but he wasn’t waking up.

“It’s ok! Push push! A little bit more!” The doctor yelled again and Drew couldn’t hear his voice on the memory.

He felt his heart beat faster and then the memory became silent and blurry. He saw the doctor grabbed the baby and then the nurse took it away. Drew was not letting your hand go but then the doctor said something, that made Drew get out of the room.

“Drew!”

He opened his eyes and sat down on the bed. His body was covered in sweat and his breath was heavy. A headache appeared again and he took a sip of the water he had on his night stand.

He walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. He let his head fall behind and he covered it with his hand. His breathing was back to normal but not his heart, who was still going fast.

“Daddy?” Rose asked and he opened his eyes immediately.

“What are you doing up?” Rose walked up to him and then sat down next to him.

“You woke me up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He gently started to touch her hair and she rested her head on his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” She asked playing with her hands.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about your mom.” He said and his voice cracked when the memory came back.

“Oh... I think about her all the time.” She said and Drew looked down at her.

“You do?” She nodded and then walked away from the living room. Drew heard her go into her room and then came back with a photo on her hands.

“I see this picture all the time. And I think, what’s she like... what kind of ice cream would she like, if she would’ve liked to play with me, or do my hair.”

Drew looked at the picture and it was you with a big smile on your face. It was the day you two met. Rudy took it because you had a fun hat on and you two thought it was hilarious.

“She would have loved to play with you. And her favorite flavour was strawberry.” Drew said putting the picture down and locking eyes with Rose.

“That’s good! I like that one too!” She said with a big smile. She went back to Drew’s side and then let her head rest on his arm.

“She would have loved you very much.” Drew said and he felt tears going down his cheeks. “She loved you since when you were in her stomach.” His voice cracked and that made Rose look up at him.

She stood up and now her face was on the same level as his. She took her hands and grabbed Drew’s lips, making them into a smile.

“Don’t worry, daddy. You always tell me that she’s taking care of us. Up there.” She pointed at the sky. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Drew nodded and let out a little smile. “Yeah, I’m sure she is. She’s our guardian angel.”

Rose nodded and layed down, with her head on Drew’s lap. He grabbed the picture and then felt the tears go down faster on his cheeks. He left it on the side table and then looked back at Rose, who was falling asleep. He remembered the day you moved into his apartment. He was in that exact position, but this time, you weren’t on his side.

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[angellissy]

bets & brothers

Based on this request:  maybe some cute fluffy between siblings with rafe? like her boyfriend broke up with her and he comforts the reader?:)

A/N: Important disclaimer!! This is not murderer and psycho Rafe! We don’t like him lol. I am however starting to fall in love with Drew Starkey, so I don’t mind writing Rafe. I hope you guys enjoy this one! I am actually pretty proud of it, I think it turned out cute and fluffy. Feel free to request, either from this list or just share any ideas that you might have! <3 love you all to the moon and back. 

Rafe Cameron x Sister!Reader, also a bit of the pogues x reader and sarah x reader

Salty tears were streaming down your rosy cheeks, it didn’t matter how many times you tried to wipe them away. Your breath was uneven, both from the way you had sprinted over half the town but also from the aching pain in your body. Your hands were on your thighs, giving yourself a small break. It wasn’t like he was chasing you, he had been clear on that front.

“Listen I know it might sound mean or whatever, but I don’t really like you anymore.” Your lips fell apart at his words, the shock rippling through your body caused you to wrap your hands around your phone so hard it ached.

“But you told me yesterday that you had never felt like this before.” You sounded pathetic, if your parents would have heard you now, they would have been most disappointed.

“Look, this is a little embarissing.-” The boy in front of you stopped for a couple of seconds, pulling his hand through his dark brown hair as a light chuckle escaped his lips. “Well, I better just say it right?” You looked at him through furrowed eyebrows and then violently waved your hand for him to continue. 

“My friends and I made a bet, we wanted to see if I could actually get the y/n Cameron, and I actually did.” You blinked several times, testing to see if this was some stupid dream. But the boy you had fallen in love with during these past months was still standing in front of you.

“How.-” You paused, unsure of what to say. It was obvious that all of this had been fake, and surely there was nothing you could say that would change that. “You’re a piece of shit Bobby.” That, you could say. You tried to stop shaking enough so that you could flip him off without giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt you.

The second you disappeared from his view, that’s when the tears started to run down your face. In sheer desperation you had started to run home, hoping it would make the pain go away faster, it didn’t.

A sigh escaped your chapped lips as you took in the sight that was on full display just a couple of yards away. Your backyard was packed with people, drunk and high people at that. Your parents were in the Bahamas and had taken your little sister with them, therefore it was not that surprising that your older brother had decided to throw a party. Lately, it seemed like all he was doing was either partying or annoying you and your sisters.

“Well, this is gonna be easy.” You muttered to yourself, wiping the remnants of tears off your face as you eyed the house. Trying to find a way in without alerting your siblings that you were home. The last thing you had told them was “I’m probably gonna sleep at Bobby’s, bye I love you.” and then you had sprinted before your older siblings even had the chance to stop you. Neither had liked your now ex-boyfriend, although you had thought of them as silly and overbearing, you wished you had listened to them. Tears were threatening to spill over once again, so you started to make your way towards the house, careful to avoid anyone you recognized as a friend of your siblings. 

You almost made it, you were so very close to getting in unnoticed. However, that changed when your sister’s boyfriend yelled your name from where he was standing, forcing you too turn around and look at him. You thought to give him a small smile and awkward hand wave would be enough, apparently, it wasn’t. John B dramatically waved his hands, indicating for you to come to him and his friends. You glanced around you, searching for a way out of talking to him. There was none, so with heavy steps, you walked over to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like John B, it was just that right now you would rather lie in your bed and cry over the shattered pieces of your heart.

“y/n, I didn’t know that you were home tonight.” Before you could say hi to the rest of the crew, he pulled you into a warm hug and you swallowed hard, trying not to cry.

“I wasn’t supposed to, change of plans I guess.” He grinned widely at you when he let go, nodding his head at your words. “Hi Kie, Pope and JJ, didn’t think you guys liked hanging out here.” Kie gave you a big smile, but it faltered a bit when she looked at you as if she could sense that something was wrong.

“Normally we don’t, but John B really wanted to give Sarah that John D so we.-” The blonde surfer boy was quickly interrupted by Kie “JJ shut up, she is fifteen.-” JJ interrupted her before she could scold him any more “Yeah and? that’s like two years younger than us.”You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips at their banter, but it died down when you remembered all of the previous events.

“Hey, you okay?” Pope asked when he noticed your glossy eyes, always the observant one. You bit your lip and shook your head, quickly turning around and sprinting into the house. No longer caring if your siblings became aware of your arrival, you only wanted your bed and that bag of candy your parents had given you before they left.

A couple of minutes later you were all curled up under your blankets, holding a teddy bear close to your chest as you silently cried. A small whimper left your lips as you remembered how satisfied he had looked when he told you it was all a bet, like breaking your heart was something he took pride in. You didn’t hear the door to your room open, so when your sister touched your shoulder you let out a loud scream.

“Oh my god Sarah, you can’t just creep up like that.” Your sister smiled a little at your words, but her expression soon turned into a serious on as she noticed the stains of tears on your cheeks.

“What happened?” She threw herself down on the bed next to you, wrapping your arms around your trembling body. You were just about to tell her when the door swung open once again, revealing your brother.

“Why the fuck did I hear screaming? And what the fuck are you doing home?” He wore an expression of confusion on his face, clueless to all that was happening. “Rafe for once in your life, shut up.” Your sister exclaimed, leaving him even more confused.

“Did something happen?” He asked, sitting down at the end of the bed. “What do you think,  you idiot?” Your sister muttered from beside you, making him throw his hands up in exasperation. “How the fuck am I supposed to know Sarah? Please do tell me.”

“It was all a bet.” You said before the two of them continued their bickering. Rafe crawled up on the bed so that he was lying on the other side of you. “What did you say?” Sarah inquired, not entirely sure to what you were referring to.

“Bobby, he said that he and his friends.-” You swallowed hard, trying to make the lump in your throat disappear. “They had made a bet that he couldn’t get the y/n Cameron to fall in love with him, but he was obviously wrong.” Your siblings stayed quiet for a little while, the only thing that could be heard was your sobs.

Rafe threw himself off the bed and started making way to the door. “Where do you think you are going?” Sarah asked, propping herself up on her elbows while she gave him a stern look.

“I’m going to find that piece of shit and kill him.” Your sisters rolled her eyes at his words, mumbling something about him being a drama queen. “So what Sarah, you’re just gonna sit back and relax while boys go around breaking our little sister’s heart?” Rafe exclaimed.

“Of course not, we’ll deal with him later. But right now our little sister needs us.” She said, nodding to your trembling body. Rafe let out a small sigh and laid down next to you again, pulling you into his chest. You buried your face in his chest, ignoring the smell of alcohol and weed. Sarah hugged you from behind, gently stroking your hair.

“We can stay here and watch a movie if you want?” She said after a couple of minutes. “But what about the party and John B?” You whispered, making your brother let out a small huff. “Fuck the party and definitely fuck John B.” He muttered, causing you to let out a small giggle while Sarah just sighed at him.

“I’ll go down and send everyone home, John B was actually the one that told me that I needed to find you.” You smiled a little at that, making a mental note to thank him when you saw him next time.

You could hear Sarah yelling at everybody to go home, she wasn’t very subtle. Your eyes moved up to look at Rafe’s face, he was looking down at you, a concerned expression clouded his features.

“You know I love you right? Even if you are annoying as fuck. I would hunt Bobby down if you asked me.” He said, and you didn’t doubt him for a second. “I love you too, I’ve missed hanging out with you. All you ever do is party now.” You mumbled into his chest.

“I know and I’m sorry, things are just complicated. But I promise we will hang out more, you are my little sister after all.” You nodded at him, a feeling of happiness spread through you at his words.

You were his little sister after all, and Rafe Cameron would do anything for the people he loved.

[ckyunmoon]

Just Friends II / Drew Starkey

not my picture, credits to owner!

A/N: Here’s part two, I had the idea for this part as I was writing the first one so I didn’t wanna wait too long in case I forgot all the ideas I had because I’m a mess. If you have not read part one you can do it here. I hope you like it!

Summary: You and Drew have been friends forever, and when you start to acknowledge your feelings for him, he is casted on Netflix’s show ‘Outer Banks’.

Pairing: Drew Starkey x reader.

Warnings: My writing and me trying to write some angst and failing.

Word count: 1,146

As the days passed by you started to notice how Madelyn began to drop comments towards you and Drew, things like ‘have you ever made out?’ or ‘so are you guys seeing someone at the moment?’, and each time Madelyn would have died if looks could kill. And each time you were even more sure that your feelings were not reciprocated and that Drew was growing apart from you.

‘Hey, wanna join me at the pool? I’m going with Rudy and Austin, you can come if you want to, the others may come later too.’ You peeked your head through the door to look at Drew, who was sitting on the couch looking at his phone. When he raised his head and looked at you straight in the eyes you were sure you could faint.

‘Um… No, I can’t, I have plans, maybe some other time?’ He said, looking like it was physically hurting him to say those words.

‘Oh.. Where are you going? Do you need me to go with you? I can go to the pool later.’ You offered, smiling a bit.

‘Uh.. No, I- I’m meeting with someone.’ He said, afraid of how you would take that. 

‘Oh..? Oh, okay, don’t worry… We c- we can meet later I guess? If you’re free?’ 

‘Yeah… Totally, I’ll text you when I’m free, yeah. Okay…’ 

You left through the apartment door, without saying another word, leaving your towel behind without even noticing. You went directly to the pool, where Rudy and Austin were playing with a ball.

‘Oooh look who decided to show up!’ Rudy said as you sat on one of the beach loungers closer to where they were playing a second ago. ‘Yep, here I am, I’m all yours for the whole afternoon, I guess’, you said in a sad tone. 

‘Hey, you okay?’ Austin asked, worried about how different your attitude was from what they were used to. ‘Wha- Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, yeah, is there any room in that pool for me?’ You said, trying to sound more cheerful. ‘Come here idiot, this pool is bigger than my goofiness, what do you think?’ Rudy said happily, offering you his hand to help you get into the pool.

You joined them and a couple of minutes later the Maddies joined you, and Madelyn came directly towards you, ‘Hey girl, how are you? Where’s Drew?’ She said, hugging you.

‘He’s… I don’t know, he said he was meeting someone.’ Madelyn looked at you, surprised.

‘Someone who?’ You smiled.

‘I don’t know, someone, he just said that.’ Madelyn looked like she had just received the most unnerving news of her life. ‘Hey, it’s okay, I told you how things were, I knew this would happen eventually, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.’ You tried to sound convincing, not knowing if you had been successful. You got out of the pool and suddenly remembered you had forgotten your towel in the apartment after basically storming out of there. ‘Shit.’ You saw Rudy leaving his towel on a chair, done using it. ‘Hey Rudy, do you mind if I use your towel? I forgot mine upstairs.’

‘What would you do without me, woman?’ He said, covering your shoulders with the towel and wrapping it around you, giving you a hug on the process. 

‘Thank you so much, man, I don’t know what I would do without you, actually.’ You said smiling and he laughed. 

After spending the afternoon playing cards and getting to know the others a bit better you went back to the apartment. You found Drew in the kitchen, washing his hands.

'Hey, what are you doing?' You said, clearly in a better mood than when you left.

'Hi. Chicken casserole.' He said in the most calmed yet annoyed tone you had ever heard coming from him.

'Hey, are you alright?'

'Yes, why wouldn't I be?' You flinched at how passive aggressive he was acting, something must be wrong, you thought, he has never done this before unless he was mad at you.

'Hey, come on, talk to me. What's up?' You moved behind him, grabbing his arms to make him look at you. You raised your head to look at him in the eyes, smiling softly.

'I um… I… It didn't really go very well, the thing I had.’ He said, almost whispering.

'Your date? Why?' You said, wrapping your arms around his waist to give him a soft hug.

'It was not… It was not a date, we were just meeting for a coffee, nothing serious, but I- my mind was somewhere else so I wasn't really focused on her or the conversation and she kinda got mad at me.’ You looked at him both surprised and worried.

'What did she say? What were you thinking about that had you so worried?' He moved back, getting away from you and focusing on his casserole again. 'It was nothing. Want some?' He said pointing at the food he was making.

'Not really, we had some snacks so I'm not really hungry, but thank you.’ You said smiling. 'Wanna watch a movie later?'

He shook his head 'No, I'm tired so I'll go to bed when I'm done with this.'

'Oh... okay, good night then.’ You left towards the bathroom to take a shower and then went to bed.

When you woke up the next morning you suddenly remembered how Drew was acting last night, maybe he’s feeling a bit better today, you hoped. When you entered the room he was sitting by the table eating a bowl of cereal, looking at the TV like Adventure Time was the most interesting cartoons he had watched in his entire life, with his messy hair almost falling into his eyes.

‘Morning, Drewie.’ You said cheerfully, using the nickname you gave him when you were kids and trying to figure out how he was doing.

‘Morning.’ He said, not looking away from the TV. You sighed and moved next to him, taking a seat and staring at him. ‘Stop staring.’ He said, not moving his gaze from the TV screen.

‘I’ll stop when you talk to me.’

‘I am.’

‘Come on, you know what I mean.’ You said, pouting. 

‘It’s nothing, I- I’m just too pissed about probably missing the chance to meet someone cool only because I was thinking of something else.’ He said, finally looking at you.

‘Excuse you, I think I’m pretty cool.’ You said laughing, and he smiled softly. How could he not? You had the prettiest smile he had ever seen, he thought. ‘Besides, if you call her and explain it, she will probably understand and agree to meet again.’ You said, each word hurting you more than the one before. 

‘Yeah, you’re right, I guess I’ll do that, thanks y/n.’ But what you didn’t know is that those words had hurted him too.

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[kalypsichor]

embraceable you [ringo starr x reader]

summary: Ringo kisses you, soft and sweet, taking his time exploring your mouth. Your hand comes up to rake through his fluffy hair and it’s innocent, really, until you drag your nails slightly over the nape of his neck and he shudders—and before you can react, Ringo’s got you underneath him.

prompt: Hi! Can I request a ringo smut where reader and ringo are at Ringo’s childhood home visiting his family and they sleep in Ringo’s old room and they share his tiny bed lol and he’s all like “it’s crazy to have the girl I’ve always dreamed of as a boy in my childhood room, in my bed” lol and they try to keep it quiet as they have slow passionate sex 💕💕💕😭 warnings: 2.5k words of sweet, sweet love makin’, so much foreplay, S E X, ringo being hung af (don’t lie you know it’s true)

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so... this got out of hand. dear anon, your request made me feel things. to my lovely beta @spaceyantique , thanks for helping with the birds and the bees.  here’s this fic’s song inspo (Embraceable You). Ringo’s stepdad was the one to introduce him to Vaughan’s music and a few decades later, she would cover the Beatles’ songs! ugggh that’s just too cute

Ringo’s room is a bit like him. Small, unassuming, and filled with the distinctive warmth of loving and being loved. Grammar and maths books line the bookshelves, remnants of his years of home tutoring. On the lowest shelf, some biscuit tins and sticks—you smile to yourself at these, which Ringo had told you were his very first drums.

It’s cozy. It must have been, you muse, since he spent so much of his childhood ill and at home. You feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of Ringo at seven years old, sitting in his room while all the other boys went to school and played about in the streets.

Tucked into the corner is an old turntable atop a shelf stuffed full of vinyls; your fingertips trail across them and choose one at random. Sarah Vaughan’s sweet murmur fills the room and you close your eyes, letting the music fill your chest. It gently pulls at you—well, who are you to refuse?—and soon you find yourself swaying to the tempo.

There’s a large area that’s been cleared in front of the turntable, no doubt for when Ringo’s mum, Elsie, passed onto him a love of dance. For a brief moment, it’s your space and you lose yourself to the crooning melodies. When you open your eyes again, Ringo is leaned against the doorframe, toothbrush in hand forgotten and something funny twinkling in his gaze. He doesn’t speak, just stands there, watching you.

“What?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing.” Then, after a pause, “You look like you belong here.”

You suddenly, desperately want to kiss him. But he’s sure to be minty, so you cross the room instead and, leaning in, wipe away the bit of toothpaste making its way down the corner of his mouth.

“Go finish brushing,” you say, and he turns with a smile and trots off to the bathroom.

You’re still examining his vinyls when Ringo returns and flicks off the light. He’s changed into a pair of flannel bottoms with nothing on top. Before you can admire his shirtlessness, though, he flops onto the bed, wiggles, and is completely still.

Smirking, you kneel beside Ringo’s prone form, propping your elbows on the edge of the mattress.

“Ringo...”

No reply.

“Ringooooo?”

An exaggerated snore. He buries his face even deeper into the pillow.

You sigh loudly, then move to get up. “I suppose I’ll put my shirt back on then...”

Ringo’s eyes shoot open and dart to your very much clothed chest. Quick as a whip, he grabs you by the wrists and pulls you onto the bed.  

“False advertisement!” he yells over your shrieks of laughter. For a moment, it’s elbows and feet and muffled curses before suddenly—WHUMP! Ringo’s rolled right off the edge of the very small bed with you in tow. When you land smack onto him, he makes a half-strangled noise.

“Jesus, my dick—”

Naturally, that’s when Elsie opens the door.

“Everything alright in here?”

You freeze. Ringo freezes. You realize two things at once: one, that Ringo is still very shirtless, and two, that you’re straddling him on the ground.

Oh, and a third thing—

“It’s not what it looks like,” you and Ringo blurt out.

Elsie purses her lips, holding in what looks like a giggle. “You’ll be needing a bigger bed, is what it looks like.” Then, ignoring the mortified look on your face, “Goodnight!”

She leaves. You collapse onto Ringo and thump your forehead against his chest (which is very firm, but now is not the time).

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” (These are each accentuated with an additional head thump against said firm chest.)

“Well, don’t take it out on me.”

“Of all the things for your mum to walk in on!”

“She’s seen worse—”

“Do you hear yourself, Ritchie?” You groan and slump forward, pressed completely to Ringo’s front. “The minute she has to think of worse things... then it’s all over!”

Ringo clears his throat underneath you.

“... is this a bad time to tell you I’m getting kind of turned on?”

This makes you sit back up in a flash. He does look a little flushed and he’s got some of that messy sex hair already.

“Huh. Thought that was a drumstick digging into my leg.”

The beginnings of a retort (probably that was funny the first time) don’t make it past Ringo’s lips because you take that exact moment to lean back on your heels—and right onto his hard-on.

Ringo’s hands fly to your waist with a whispered “fuck.”

“Not on your floor, I won’t.” You wriggle out of his grasp and back onto the bed, and before you can even say come hither Ringo’s scrambled on after you. The bed is narrow and his bounce almost sends you off the other edge again. Ringo grabs you just in time. After a moment, you two burst into giggles, facing each other on your sides and holding on for dear life.

“Fun sleepover,” you whisper when the laughing dies down. There’s still a grin on your face.

“Dunno what kind of sleepovers you were having as a kid,” he replies, moving in to capture your mouth with his, “but mine were never like this.”

Ringo kisses you, soft and sweet, taking his time exploring your mouth. Your hand comes up to rake through his fluffy hair and it’s innocent, really, until you drag your nails slightly over the nape of his neck and he shudders—and before you can react, Ringo’s got you underneath him.

“I see how it is,” he mutters, and when Ringo kisses you this time it’s with a fervent heat. Gasping, you arch into the hand that’s slipped under your shirt.

“Normally I’d love the pretty sounds you make-” he nips at your collarbone and draws another one from your lips—“but you’re gonna have to keep quiet this time. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, I- oh- I don’t want Elsie barging in again.”

Ringo draws away for a moment, frowning. “Can you not mention my mum when we’re having sex?”

You giggle and pull him back to your lips. “Let’s get to the sex bit first, then.”

A calloused hand trails down your chest, rings nipping shivers of chill across your skin that are quickly soothed by gentle fingers. By the time Ringo reaches your underwear, you’re already slick with arousal. He finds the damp spot and runs his middle finger over it, feather-light. The friction of the fabric against your folds toes the lines between too rough and not enough and, really, he’s just being

“-such a tease,” you gasp, squirming under his touch.

He huffs and the action tickles your ear. “How am I supposed to give you what you want if you don’t tell me, baby?”

“Ritchie...” you whine. God, how he loves the way his name sounds from your lips. It’s enough to bring Ringo to his knees—but for now, he acquiesces to your plea and slips two thick fingers into your cunt.

On their own, your hips raise to meet his thrust and the angle sinks his digits in just a little deeper, setting alight a dull buzz in your core. Then he curls them upwards and finds the familiar sweet spot and the buzz becomes arcs of electricity that pulse slow, steady waves of heat through your body. The feeling laps from your navel to your fingers, hardening your nipples to peaks before retreating to your core and then sweeping through again with each thrust.

“You ready, love?”

Nodding, you reach down and stroke the hard length that’s been jutting against your thigh. Ringo groans into your shoulder, hips jerking forward in your grip.

“Are you?” you tease.

“Didn’t know this was a competition.”

“It’s not.” You thumb over his tip and he hisses. “But whoever finishes first loses!”

“Very funny,” he deadpans and leans in to kiss you again, biting down gently on your lower lip. That shuts you up. Without pulling away, Ringo manages to shuck his trousers off—which is pretty impressive considering that he’s still knuckle-deep in your cunt with the other hand. He helps you wriggle out of your panties and you whine as he pulls out to do so. Finally, the two of you are naked. A year ago, you would have blushed at how Ringo gazes at your form under his. By now, you’re both as comfortable with each other like this as you’d be fully clothed and fighting over what to see at the movies. The thought makes you smile—and then groan, thumping your head against the pillow.

“Ugh, god damn it!”

Ringo furrows his eyebrows, concerned. “What- what? Did you come already?”

“No, you idiot.” You let go of his dick, much to his chagrin, and drag your hand down your face exasperatedly. “We forgot to bring condoms!”

Ringo looks at you for a moment and then turns, almost falling off the bed again as he reaches for something. There’s the sound of a zipper, some fumbling, and when Ringo scrambles back between your legs he’s triumphantly brandishing a familiar square of foil.

Despite the steady ache of arousal between your legs, you let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“... did you think you were gonna get laid at your parents' house?”

“Is that not what’s about to happen?”

You roll your eyes and snatch it from his fingers. “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Starkey.”

“Jesus, don’t call me that.” His breath catches for a moment as you roll the condom onto his cock and then continues, “That’s my dad. You gonna bring my whole family into this?”

“And the father, the son, and the holy spirit, amen.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbles, but a sappy grin makes its way onto Ringo’s face nonetheless. Giggling, you wrap your fingers around his length and guide it forward. Just the feeling of his blunt tip pressing against your entrance is enough to make your walls clench in anticipation.

He’s about to enter you when he just… stops. Looks at you. Swoops in, unexpectedly, and this kiss is nothing more than a brush of the lips, a lingering touch, but when he pulls away you’re unspeakably dizzy.

“What… what was that for?”

“I just can’t believe you’re my girl. In my bed. I never thought I’d see it.”

“Oh, Ritchie—”

His name trails off into a gasp as he sinks into you, stretching you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. There’s no other way to describe it except that you feel full. The two of you stay like that for a while, just soaking in the closeness. Ringo brings a hand to your cheek and smooths away some flyaway hair.

Then he pulls out so, so slowly you almost cry, the drag of his cock inside you setting fire to your nerves. That familiar ache starts building in your core. When he’s almost all the way out, he sinks back in again and sets an almost painfully slow pace.

The otherwise quiet room fills with your whimpers as Ringo fucks you into the bed. You have half a mind to comment on his rhythmic skills, something he’s rolled his eyes at a thousand times before—but then he wraps one of your legs around his waist and his next thrust hits you there and the only thing that spills from your lips is his name.

“Fuck,” Ringo groans through his teeth. Your cunt is so tight and warm around him. He can feel himself spiraling towards release, every breathy moan of yours edging him closer. “You’re so- so beautiful.”

And you are, with your hair wreathed around your face, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek, lips pink and parted around the pretty noises you’re making. You can’t help thinking the same thing. Even in the dim lighting of the bedroom, Ringo’s eyes are a liquid blue that send different kinds of shivers down your spine. The pressure below your stomach coils tighter and tighter with every thrust of his cock against your sensitive spot.

“Look who’s talking,” you gasp out. “Ritchie, ‘m close-”

Your breasts are bouncing from the force of him moving in and out of you. Ringo palms one, rolls your hardened peak between his fingers, and drags his hand down to your clit. Two rough fingers circle around the sensitive nub and he snaps his hips forward, cock burying deeper than before, and then you’re coming. It’s long and drawn out and you feel it move through your body in waves. Ringo follows you over the edge soon after, hips stuttering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

When Ringo pulls out you sigh at the empty feeling.

“You’re gonna have to carry me home tomorrow.”

“Think I can manage that.” Ringo smiles adoringly at you beneath him. He presses a kiss to your nose and swings his legs off the side of the bed. “Be back in a mo’,” he says, slipping off the condom. He stands and stretches and you let your eyes wander over his naked form. When you whistle appreciatively—the only thing small about this boy is his stature—Ringo winks at you before turning and trotting off to the bathroom.

You don’t even get the chance to half doze off when he runs back into the room, eyes wide and panicky as he shuts the door behind him.

“What the hell happened?” you ask as Ringo practically dives under the covers with you. He’s breathing hard and it takes him a second to respond.

“... Elsie was still up.” Before you know it you’re falling into a fit of giggles that shakes your entire body against his. Ringo looks at you, unimpressed. “‘S not funny, you know!”

“I’m s- I’m sorry, Ringo, really.” Your attempt at sobering up is ruined with a particularly hard snicker. “But I’m sure she’s seen worse.”

He snorts and wraps an arm around you, pulling you so that your head is nestled into the curve of his shoulder. You place a hand on his chest and, for a while, you just feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand. It’s not long before your breath matches Ringo’s, deep and slow. Your favorite rhythm. When he speaks, his voice is already mellowed with the onset of sleep, vowels slipping clumsily into slurred consonants, chest rumbling like a purring cat.

“’m glad you’re here.”

His heart beats under your hand. Ringo’s own little drum solo, you think with a smile. “Me too.”

“No, but like-” Ringo shifts on the pillow and you crane your neck to look at him. “I still can’t believe it. That you’re here with me. But at the same time, I don’t have to be here to feel at home when I’m with you. You’re… a different kind of home.”

Something inside you swells like a balloon and you feel as though you could float to the ceiling, maybe even out the window and up, up, up to the stars. You want to say so much—that’s cheesy, and you make me feel like flying, and I want to stay like this forever, can we just lay here until we die? But what comes out is

“I love you.”

And he knows exactly what you mean.

“Love you more,” he says. You’d argue about it, because I love you more, but you’re already floating, floating, floating into sleep in his embrace.

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Chapter Twenty-Three | Four Years Later

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants

Summary: Quinn Little, raised in Auradon by Little John, finds out that her heritage is not what she thought it was. When Little John tells her that her real father was a villain, she must go on a journey of self-discovery that will bring her to all the forbidden places in the United States of Auradon.

Pre-canon & canon compliant to the first Descendants film.

Word Count: 2.8k  |  23/23

The TV was on in the background as Quinn prepared lunch. It had been four years since the campaign had ended. Not much had changed. There had not even been an official statement from the king on the matter.

“Prince Ben made a ground-breaking announcement today,” Snow White said from the TV.

“Is he going to wear something other than blue and yellow for once in his life?” she muttered, digging through the fridge for the jam.

“I have decided that as my first decision,” The prince’s voice was a little nervous, but firm. “to allow four children from the Isle” Quinn’s head snapped up and she rushed to the couch. “to come to Auradon for a trial period.”

Quinn stared at the screen as reporters bombarded the young man with questions.

“Dad!” she called, eyes riveted to the screen. “You won’t believe this!”

Dad stepped inside as Prince Ben continued. “I have decided on four children who need our help the most: the children of Maleficent, the Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella de Vil.”

There were audible gasps for the reporters. Maleficent was widely considered the worst of all the villains.

“That kid has guts,” said Dad, sitting on the couch beside her.

“What does this mean for the other children of villains on the Isle?” one reporter asked.

“As I said, this is a trial period,” said Prince Ben. “But if it goes well, I am open to allowing more to come to Auradon. Not all at the same time, of course. I know that this is going to make things different around here, but I hope that we can all give these kids a second chance.” He bade the reporters a good day and the screen went back to Snow White, who looked a little paler than usual.

Dad and Quinn stared at each other, a hopeful smile spreading over Quinn’s face.

“This is unbelievable!” Quinn exclaimed. “Do you think the campaign had something to do with this?”

“Absolutely,” Dad said. “Where else would he have gotten the idea?”

Quinn looked back at the television, where they were now displaying the mug shots of the four villains whose children would soon be in Auradon.

“Let’s just hope those kids behave themselves,” she said.

•••

In the years since the fateful press conference and the fallout from it, Quinn had tried to retreat from the public eye. She spent nearly all of her time either in Sherwood or the Underground, passing through Auradon City with eyes on the cobbled streets, avoiding the gaze of anyone around her. People still recognized her, but fortunately mostly avoided her.

She had shut down all of her social media and lived reasonably contentedly with her old friends from Sherwood – many of whom had moved to the Underground – and new friends from the Underground. She helped Chloe run the shop and helped behind the scenes with Undergrounder campaigns, knowing that her association with any cause would harm it.

Occasionally she still watched the footage from the Isle, but less and less. It began to just make her sad, seeing them all living their lives in a harmful environment that she was unable to save them from.

•••

There had been quite a lot of drama at the coronation, but in the end, the VKs had behaved admirably, defeating Maleficent and saving everybody. While everyone had been frozen during the confrontation, the cameras kept rolling. Quinn watched it back many times and could help but tear up every time at their bravery. And, true to his word, the newly coronated King Ben had announced that he was working on a plan for the other children of the Isle. Quinn hoped he knew what he was doing and that his advisors would have their best interests at heart.

One afternoon, after she had closed the shop early, Quinn decided to request an audience with the king. She knew probably would not get to speak with him, but she had to try. She at least had more chance with him than she had with his father.

To her surprise, an hour later Quinn found herself standing at the door of a conference room in the palace. A guard opened the door and she stepped into the room.

King Ben and Mal, his girlfriend, stood at the far end of the room, speaking in low tones. They looked up when they head the door. Mal had grown up since Quinn last saw her, but she still had the look of a VK – on guard, vigilant.

King Ben strode over. “It is so good to meet you, Miss Little,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Thank you so much for hearing me, Your Majesty,” Quinn said, shaking his hand.

“Please call me Ben,” he said and then turned to the purple-haired teenage girl beside him. “And this is Mal.”

Quinn smiled. “Oh, yes, I’ve heard of you.” She shook Mal’s hand. “You are a brave young woman.”

“Thank you,” she said, looking at Quinn curiously.

They sat down and Mal said, “I’m sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”

Quinn froze for a moment but quickly recovered. “I headed up a campaign for villain kids a few years ago.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“It did not have the greatest reception.”

“I can imagine,” said Mal.

“And I apologize for my parents’ lack of response to your campaign,” King Ben said quickly. “While I respect them, they are old-fashioned.”

“Thank you,” Quinn said. “That means a lot.”

“So, what did you want to discuss with me?” he asked.

Taking a breath, Quinn went over the points in her head. “So, I realize that you are focusing on the younger children of villains, which I understand. They are in the most need of help. However, I would like to suggest a program for the adult children of villains, like me.”

Mal’s eyes widened. “You’re a VK?”

Quinn nodded. “My biological father was Captain Hook’s first mate, Mr. Starkey, but I was raised here in Auradon.”

“A lot of the news coverage of you and your campaign was blocked on the Isle,” Ben added as an explanation.

“Anyway,” Quinn said, getting back to her main point. “I realize that the program will look very different, but I am happy to offer any assistance. I still have some resources and outlets and people who supported my cause.”

Ben nodded and turned to Mal. They exchanged a few micro-expressions and the turned back to Quinn.

“I’ll have to discuss it with my council,” he said. “But I think you can start reaching out to contacts and supporters now. I want you to be one of the people heading up the committee.”

•••

With the support of the crown, starting up the campaign was easier. Since the four VKs’ defeat of Maleficent and subsequent saving of Ben had been less than six months ago, the public was much more amicable to the idea of letting VKs come to Auradon.

Quinn worked in the background for the first while, agreeing that Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos should be the faces of the revitalized organization. So, she worked logistics, drafting plans on how they would actually get the kids to Auradon – how they could sign up, how they could prevent their parents’ interference, etc. All of the original members of Think of the Children showed up to help, plus so many more. They also drafted proposals to be sent to government ministries – especially the Ministry of Education – so that more of Auradon could change as well.

The first day she worked closely with the four VKs, Carlos pulled her aside. “Thank you for helping me and Jay that one time,” he said earnestly. He had grown up from that little blond kid she had met on the Isle – for one he was taller than her – but he had kept his sweet earnestness.

Quinn smiled. “I think you more than paid me back for that.”

“So this is why you came back?” he asked, gesturing around at the room full of people working hard. “To get all of us to Auradon.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He smiled. “Thanks.

 Mal had also spoken to her briefly, after realizing who she was. “The Crew really changed after the whooping cough died down – after you left, I guess. They still had to fight, obviously, but they opened their doors to any kid who didn’t want to stay at home. They helped with schoolwork and taught first aid and everything.”

Quinn smiled. “I know that’s what Jax wanted the Crew to be. I’m glad he could make it happen.” She had wanted to ask about him, about all of them. How they were doing, what they were like. She wanted to hear everything about Jukes, how tall Jade was now, how Hugo was doing, what Blake was like. She had not quite realized how much she had missed everybody until she spoke with VKs who had known them. Instead, she said, “I’m sorry for trying to kidnap you.”

She shrugged. “We all did what we had to do over there. Don’t worry about it.” Mal was about to turn away but then looked back. “People still wonder what happened to you. A lot of people think you died and that’s why Jax changed the Crew.” She looked at her curiously. “You two were a fling, weren’t you?”

And Quinn had to stop herself from asking if he was seeing anyone. “Yeah.”

 With every day that crept closer to a final draft of a plan, Quinn imagined seeing everyone again. She hoped they would all sign up, and not just the Crew; every VK needed a safe place, from the stifled kids from the Innocents and the Socialites to the girls from the Queens, angry at their bigoted parents and taking it out on the world, to every other kid who just needed to be away from the destructive presence of their parents.

•••

Finally, a plan was approved and the four VKs were dispatched to the Isle to spread the word. Quinn had wanted desperately to join them, but no one was supposed to know she had gone to the Isle, so she stayed behind.

And soon it was the night before the ship carrying all the VKs from the first wave of signups to Auradon would arrive, and Mark had invited her over to his apartment since she would not be getting any sleep anyway. They made tea and sat on the balcony overlooking the street.

“How likely do you think it is that Jax and I will still, you know, click?” Quinn asked finally, voicing the question that had been plaguing her. She was not worried about seeing Jukes or Nia or Nabil or Hugo or Sheela or any of the others.

“You guys went through a lot together,” Mark said. “There’ll probably still be some kind of affinity there, whether or not you pick up where you left off.” He looked over at her. “Is that all you’re worried about?”

“I know it’s super cheesy or whatever,” Quinn said. “But everything else has been handled and discussed. There wasn’t exactly a ‘Jax and Quinn’s relationship’ subcategory in the official plan.” She leaned back on the couch. “It’s been five years since we last saw each other. I was eighteen; we were kids.” When she looked over at him, she saw he was smiling. “What?”

“I never thought I’d see you, Quinn Little, who rolled her eyes and pretended to gag at me during the romantic parts of school plays, moping on the couch, wondering if a boy likes her.”

Quinn groaned and hit him with a pillow. “I am not moping. I just… I’ve missed him and…”

His smile widened. “You’ve missed him,” he said in an exaggerated tone. “Your high school sweetheart, your first time, your soul–”

“You’re not being very helpful or supportive.”

“Okay, sorry, sorry,” he said holding up his hands and trying to stifle his smile. “I think you should try to stop thinking about it since that won’t make a difference either way. I’m sure when you see him tomorrow, you’ll just... know, you know?”

•••

The day finally came. They had decided to do it in the summer, right after school let out, so the dorms at Auradon Prep would be empty. After a month or so of medical checkups and some much-needed counselling, the underage VKs would be sent to host families. A lot of VKs would be going to Sherwood and the Underground, the latter of which had nearly entirely opened up with the new high approval of the Think of the Children organization.

An empty apartment complex in the Underground had been put forward – by a unanimous vote of the Underground Council – to house the adult VKs. Quinn already knew Jax’s future address: apartment 5D.

 Everything was ready. Quinn donned her old leather jacket and took a breath in the front of the mirror. She did not feel quite as giddy as she had expected, but that owed mostly to her not being able to entirely believe this was happening.

Chloe drove her, Mark, and a few others down to the shipyard. As they pulled up, Quinn saw that a crowd had gathered and for a moment her heart sank. But then she saw the ‘Welcome Home’ signs and realized that maybe things had really begun to change for the better in Auradon.

She had avoided crowds since restarted the campaign and although she knew their approval rating, numbers did not quite do what seeing the crowd of happy, welcoming Auradonians did to her.

 Kids began to pour off the ship, chattering excitedly. Quinn searched the faces, recognizing some, but hardly any of the younger ones, reminding her once again of how long it had been.

In the back of her mind, she knew it would look odd to greet anyone with familiarity, but when Sheela came out of nowhere for a hug, she could hardly refuse her. Most of the Crew came through together and Quinn greeted them all, promising to catch up after they had settled in.

Jukes grinned at her after they had hugged. “Gotta say, I was doubtful, but you pulled it off.” They were nearly pulled along by the crowd. “Let’s get a drink later, and you can tell me all about it.”

Jade came by, taller than Quinn now, and grasped her hand tightly. “Thank you,” she said earnestly.

And there he was: confident swagger, red leather jacket, and all. Jade followed her gaze and grinned. “He was uncharacteristically quiet on the way. I think he was nervous.”

Jax looked at Quinn, eyes filled with so much happiness and love and pride, she thought that if she kicked the bucket right now, she would die a happy woman.

“I wasn’t nervous,” he said, with exaggerated cockiness. “I was rehearsing a very long, very romantic speech.”

Quinn smiled and rushed at him, jumping into a hug that nearly knocked him over. Jax held her tight as Quinn inhaled deeply, smiling as Jax did the same, and they relaxed into each other’s arms. He smelled like leather, sea spray, and him, like before.

“You did it,” he whispered into her hair, with a tone that said he never doubted her for a second.

“I missed you,” Quinn breathed.

He pulled back, looking in her eyes like they were the most important things in the world. “Of course, you did, who wouldn’t?”

Quinn laughed, eyes filling a little with happy tears. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“I hope I did change a bit,” he said earnestly. “We tried to do etiquette and politeness lessons to prepare.” He grinned. “I missed you too.”

And Quinn did not think about whether anyone could see them, or what they would think, she just leaned in and kissed him. Jax pulled her close and Quinn looped her arms around his neck. Quinn kissed him with all the love she realized she had for him after leaving, and all the love that had flooded in when she saw his face again. Jax held her like he never wanted to let go, and Quinn loved him all the more for it.

For a moment, time stood still, a snapshot that Quinn wanted to remember. Kissing like the end of a movie in a crowd of friends and acquaintances who now had a shot at a better life. After years of hard work and disappointments, here they were, together again.

Perhaps that was the one thing fairytales got right, Quinn mused absently; if you work hard enough for the right thing, you will eventually succeed.

• • • • •

A/N 🤩🤩🤩 I'm so happy that I finally finished this fic! I've been working on it on and off for the last 4-ish years and it's the longest story I've ever written.

Thanks for reading, & I'll see you around! 💜

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The Stand 1. The Plague (1994)[15-16.6.2020]

Gen. Starkey: Look at that. It killed ‘em in a hurry down there. Telemetry reports suggest that even the ones that managed to get their respirators on died within 12 minutes after exposure. The rest were gone in less than five. Do you believe that?

Maj. Jalbert: Do I have a choice?

Gen. Starkey: No. Apparently none of us do. This 'Project Blue’, it’s nothing but a souped up version of the flu. Herbert Denninger of the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, the Pentagon’s bright boy of the week, says that once we find Campion, we’ll only know if it’s going to jump to the outside. He says the virus will probably mutate as it passes from person to person, but that’s not gonna help the people who catch it.

Maj. Jalbert: Sir, I have information that…

Gen. Starkey: [interrupting] It’ll just take 'em longer to die, that’s all. Most people that get infected with this thing are gonna think they have the plain old non-lethal flu… right up to the very end, and that’s the biggest break we’ve had so far. Now it’s loose out there all because a gate malfunctioned and some idiot, glorified TV repairman grabbed his family and ran for the hills. What I’d like to do more than anything else is get that coward and…

Maj. Jalbert: Sir, we found him. We located Campion. He crash-landed late last night at a gas station on the outskirts of a one-stoplight town in east Texas.

Gen. Starkey: He made it halfway across the country in only 12 hours? How the hell did he do that?

Maj. Jalbert: I don’t know. But right now, we have a shot at containing this.

Gen. Starkey: Is he alive or dead?

Maj. Jalbert: He’s dead.

Gen. Starkey: Oh my God. Denninger says that this stuff has a communicability level of 99.4%! You know what that means? Any chance we had at containing by the book went out the window when Campion stopped to buy gas or his first take-out hamburger!

Maj. Jalbert: We can’t think that way, General.

Gen. Starkey: Well… you’re right, I guess not. What about the rest of his family? His wife and baby daughter?

Maj. Jalbert: They’re dead, sir. Contact with townspeople was minimal.

Gen. Starkey: That doesn’t matter. We’ve got to shut that town down, lock it up, dig a moat around it.

Maj. Jalbert: That operation is already on the launching pad, sir.

Gen. Starkey: Good. What kind of cover did you come up with?

Maj. Jalbert: Anthrax. A new strain.

Gen. Starkey: [laughs] Yeah, it’s very new! It’s real good at its job.

Maj. Jalbert: It’s bad General, but it could be worse.

Gen. Starkey: [scoffs] Yeah? How so?

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 5x09: “The Real Ghostbusters”

The Pineview Hotel.

Sam and Dean racing like hell to get there.

The multiple Impalas.

Chuckster! 

Oh damn it, I have to deal with Becky.

Goddamn it, I’m really trying to keep my patience with Becky.

AGAIN, the publisher probably would’ve kept them out of this...then a bunch of people would’ve died, so I guess it’s actually worth having Becky around.

I haven’t been to a Supernatural Convention yet (god willing I can go to one when I plan to) but I kinda hope it’s like this.

“The Homoerotic Subtext of Supernatural” lmaoo. We should be having panels like this tho.

There’s so many men in the audience.

lmaooo Chuck.

Y’know, the bungee cord idea is kinda good, but it’d probably backfire in some way.

“Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse.”

But I totally agree with him on the Ruby thing. Well, Dean knew she was evil.

Becky being the defensive Sam!girl she is. Admittedly, that’s very reminiscent of me/other fans.

Oh, what joy! That’s usually our reaction to Supernatural getting another season.

Poor Chuck. He’s mad cute.

“Why are you publishing more books, Chuck?”

“Umm...for food and shelter?”

lmaoo.

“I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, ok?” Oh, but you a r e. At least, you can be.

Ok, but a murder mystery at a Supernatural Convention sounds like fun.

“Well yes, Agents Lennon and McCartney--” The ONLY time I’ll ever hear Beatles aliases. (Unless they sneak in a “Harrison/Starkey” alias sometime...)

It’ll only get weirder boys.

Where was this Sam’s Dean?

Oh dear.

“This is part of the game right?” NO it’s not dude, you should run!!

Oh thank god, I thought he was gonna die.

Oh, but you’re talking to the real deal, lady.

Oh, there’s his Dean.

“Agents Jagger and Richards.”

It’s a shame they didn’t just...go outside and grab their laptop to research this while they still had the chance to leave.

Demain and Barnes had the smarts eavesdrop tho.

“We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it.”

“No way this ends well.”

“Yeah, well, serves them right.”

Dean pls, people could die.

I love this “Sam” (aka Barnes). What a sweetheart.

Gotta admire their commitment to the gruff voices.

OOHHHH NO, THE SCALPED KID.

Eugh god, you couldn’t just blow him a kiss, could you???

Were they the only ones to call the coroners?

“Where’d you get that.”

“It’s called a game pal. It ain’t called charity.”

“Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles.”

“Yeah well, you’re the Chuckles...Chuckles.”

Demain really nails being Dean. 

Their first time being referred to as “Bobby and Rufus”.

Demain and Barnes even have the exact lines memorized.

Dean, pls.

I’m almost embarrassed on behalf of Dean. Like, I know he’s got a right to be upset about people trivializing his life and traumas, but I also know how this outburst looks like to the other guys. 

Did they really think bones are just...lying around?

0 to 100, real quick for those two.

Poor guys, omg.

Well, at least Sam and Dean bought them drinks.

15 minutes left in the episode and the case is “solved”....

“Hey, Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books and screw you very much.” lmao.

And now they can’t leave.

“Why did you send my mommy away?”

“Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks.”

lmaoo, Dean don’t be mean to the kid.

Welp, they got it wrong.

“Gott im Himmel!” (Translation: “God in Heaven!”) Fritz’s last words.

RIP Fritz. Killed by the ghost children.

Chuck pls, keep it under control.

Chuck’s gotta talk out of his ass now.

“Just give her the puppy dog thing, ok?” lmao, even Dean knows about it and its effects.

“If all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something.”

“Why?”

“Because...that’s what Sam and Dean would do.”

Barnes and Demain are the best.

(Would’ve like to hear Sam’s conversation with the actress tho.)

WHO would ask about their STD at a convention for a book series??

THe Leticia Gore actress could be a bit more convincing...

Barnes got through...

NOT THE CELLPHONE. This is why I put my phone on vibrate.

At least Demian got through.

Get in there, Dean!

lmaaoo, come on, Barnes. 

“Oh my god. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It’s not though. I’m gonna throw up.”

“No, you’re not.”

Supportive boyfriend Demain tho!

Time to fight off ghost children until they manage to burn the bones.

“Let's see, what else? I fell in love for the first time at 16. Lost my virginity, actually. But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count.” LMAO. 

Take control Chuck!

Holy shit, that kid would’ve murdered the whole room of people if Chuck hadn’t interfered.

Becky’s right tho, that was hot.

“How come DEAN can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?” If it makes you feel better, he really can’t.

They did it!

Even Sam’s considering the bungee idea, lol. 

The official introduction of Barnes and Demain.

Dean p l s. I always feel second hand embarrassment when Dean (and Sam) finally feel comfortable with telling fans that it’s really them, and it backfires on them. 

(But, you think Demain and Barnes this discuss that night a lot? And one night, they think...”maybe that was Sam and Dean.”)

“In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. Our lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you. Well, who wouldn't want that?”

:’)

“friends”  Suuurrreee.

AAYYY BOYFRIENDS!! They’re so cute together. I hope they stayed together.

“Howdy partners.”

“Howdy.”

“Like a monkey on the sun, it was too hot to live.” lmaoo. I gotta start saying that.

Sam’s a champion for playing along.

“Oh hey, Chuck? If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that’s ok with us.”

“Wow. Really?”

“No, not really. We have guns and we will find you.”

LMAO.

Becky revealing the truth about the Colt’s location.

Our first mention of Crowley. ‘)

Aayy, ride off into the sunset boys. 

The improv bit at the very end is comedy gold.

“The way I look at it, it's really not jumping the shark if you never come back down, ya know?”