one order of french fries

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(a/n: he's so cute)

JOEY POUCH 💞
let me know when ur going to bed

THESAURUS ♥️ LIKED THIS MESSAGE at 8:17pm

Tonight 10:32 pm

drew
i miss u
when are you coming back
i'm hungry
i want french fries
can you get me some fries

ik elle
i miss u too
this dinner has gone
longer than expected
but i think everyone is tired now
especially maddie and her wine

are you okay?
did you get bored and drink the hotel champagne

lol no

LOL NO?!
ELLE
BABE WHATS WEONF
WRONG

no i didn't drink the hotel champagne
that shits expensive

AND IM FINE
KINDA

MY PERIOD CAME
AND MY CRAMPS FUCKING SUCK
SO GET ME FRENCH FRIES

OKAY OKAY
ILL GET U SOME
mcdonald's? burger king?
chick-fil-a? wendy's?

IN N OUT MAN

JOEY POUCH 💞 LIKED THIS MESSAGE.

i haven't had them in so long
bc it's only a cali thing

pls
ive been in ur room all day
i got shit done ofc
and i can't get it delivered bc
I DONT THINK ILL BE ABLE
TO WALK TO THE DOOR
THATS HOW BAD IT IS

i don't want this to sound like
i'm mansplaining how to treat
your own bodily functions but

THESAURUS ♥️ LOVED THIS MESSAGE.

have you taken medication?
asked for a heat pack from room service?
put it on my card.

🥺🥰🥺😫😭
god i don't deserve u
you're so cute

JOEY POUCH 💞LOVED THIS MESSAGE.

yes i have. i brought my own stuff
bc i knew this was going to
happen sometime this week.

it's just i DID NOT expect
these cramps to kill me.

god sometimes i hate being a woman.

derry i'm getting u fries
just take a hot shower
watch some bailey sarian
and i'll be right there

OMGG REALLY
HOLY FUCK YES
😫😫😫

MY LORD AND SAVIOR 🙏🏻

darlin how much is it
lemme venmo u

nope
on the house

👀 sugar daddy drew??

JOEY POUCH 💞 LAUGHED AT THIS MESSAGE.

BET
omw

see ya soon :))

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"darling? i'm home," drew says quietly as he enters his hotel room, clutching his key card and a bag of in 'n' out in his hand. "i gotcha those fries you were askin' for."

no reply. just a dim light up ahead where the bed is.

"derrielle?" he asks, sliding off his shoes near the door, and walks down the short hall into the clearing. the actor notices elle's laptop opened on the bed, playing a low youtube audio that he's sure he's heard before; he also notices his girlfriend sleeping soundly under the warm covers.

quietly chuckling to himself, he plops the bag of fast food, the hotel room key card, and his keys down on the nearby desk adjacent to the wall. sliding out his phone, he turns on the morning alarm and then, also, places it on the table.

once he does that, drew tiptoes his way over to his duffle travel bag, pulling out a t-shirt from his home back in north carolina. sliding off his drink-spilled-on dress pants— madison accidentally spilled some of her martini on drew when someone bumped into her— and his dinner dress shirt, he hastily pulls on his light blue tee.

slowly leaning down, he quietly pauses the video and carefully closes the laptop shut before sliding it off the bed and onto the carpeted floor.

but he's not that successful.

because just as he lifts up the edge of the comforter and blanket and begins to slide underneath, the loud crinkling of old springs in the mattress wakes up the sleeping beauty.

"oh," her head turns to see her boyfriend above her, sighing through her nose as she pushes back some of her bed-head hair from her eyes. "hi, baby, when did you get back?"

"shit, i'm sorry elle," drew smiles at her, instantly reaching out and putting back some hair, that she missed, behind her ear.

his body completely under the covers now as he wraps his left arm around her torso, pulling her to be flushed against him. "i didn't mean to wake you," drew apologizes, his head dipping into the nape of elle's neck, his lips kissing some old love bites.

"no, no, it's okay," elle says, shifting her body so that he is laying on top. her hands wrapping around and soothing his back; her fingers playing and twirling the soft brunet cowlicks at the base of the nape.

drew sighs, finally relaxing in derrielle's arms.

"oh baby, have you had a long day?" she coos, feeling his heartbeat pound in his chest. "what time is it?"

"too long without you, derry," he mumbles, his grip tightening around her hips, cuddling more. "uh, around midnight. traffic was terrible."

"shit, i made you go get fries," elle says, bringing her hands up to his neck and chin, lifting up his face so that they're locking eyes. "you would've been home earlier if it wasn't for me."

"no, ma chérie, it was my decision," his lips turning upward into a cheeky smirk as his french vernacular slips out. (also, he's smiling because he still cannot believe derrielle is his girlfriend.) "besides, the restaurant was too fancy for my taste, i needed some fast food." (translation: my darling)

"did you just speak french?" elle narrows her eyes at him, smirking back in astonishment, her fingernails tracing the light freckles on his face.

"oui, ma jolie fille," drew nods, laughing under his breath.
(translation: yes, my pretty girl)

"i'm going to assume you complimented me," she whispers, leaning up and off her pillow to place a chaste kiss in thanks, before pulling away with a smile on her face. "i just asked for some fries and now you're a french man."

"i know some french, rielle," the apples of his cheeks glowing bright red as he returns a heartfelt smile. "pourquoi? tu n'aimes pas quand je le parle?" (translation: why? do you not like that i speak it?)

"no," she shakes her head, leaning it back down on the pillow. his hands slipping under her shirt so that his callous palms are indulging in her smooth back and cheeky side-boob.

"i like it," she grimaces, the feeling of a sharp knife stabbing her abdomen becoming overwhelming. "v-very much," a whimper slips from her cherry-red lips, her hands making their way back to his nape and upper back— pulling him down so that he's squished on top of her. "fucking hell, they hurt so bad."

"i- uh, i got the fries," drew lifts his chin, worried blue eyes searching her tired ones, not really wanting to get up but he will just for her. he would do anything for her. "you want 'em now?"

"no," she mumbles, "i want you. sleep. now," exhaustion finally creeping up on her once again. "you're like my personal heating pad, so warm and nice."

"okay, i'm sure you'll feel better in the morning," he mumbles, quickly reaching out and turning off the lamp on the bedside table, before returning to underneath her shirt and to the warmth under the protection of the blankets. "i'll make us breakfast."

"hmm, that sounds good," elle replies, her voice dropping to a low and almost inaudible whisper.

his head dips into the nape of her neck, his eyelids heavy as the couple is swarmed by darkness. "well, sweet dreams and bonne nuit ma chèrie."(translation: good night my darling)

"buenas noches, baby."
(translation: good night)

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fez speaking!!

this one is so cute. 1360+ words.
i love fluff. so. fucking. much.

sugar daddy drew?? 👀
lol jk....
or am i??

THANK YOU FOR MAKING
THIS #1 IN OUTERBANKS
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

AND THANK YOU FOR 32K READS
THATS LITERALLY INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE
lol. i'm funny. you can laugh.

I LOVE AND APPRECIATE
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU <3
TY FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME

i posted ANOTHER rafe book btw.
ik. weird. but i'm really excited for it.
**side note, it's an AU.**

it's called BLANK SPACE. and yes,
rafe cameron is a proud swiftie.
please go check it out <333

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