A/N: This is a triple update!

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The warm glow of the Charleston sunset filtered through the sheer curtains in my hotel room. The city hummed quietly outside, but my focus was entirely on the suit hanging on the closet door.

It had been tailored perfectly—every seam, every angle accentuating the best parts of me. The subtle shimmer of the fabric in the golden light made it clear: tonight, I had to look the part.

I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, my fingers fumbling slightly. Nerves? No. Excitement? Absolutely. This was Madelyn's night, but a small, selfish part of me wanted to make an impression—not just on her, but on everyone.

I wanted to stand beside her, look the part, and maybe, just maybe, give her one more reason to smile tonight.

Grabbing my phone from the dresser, I opened FaceTime and hit Dylan's name. It rang twice before his grinning face filled the screen. Anna's head popped into the frame a second later, her eyes widening dramatically.

"Who the hell is this?" Anna practically shouted, her hands framing her face like she'd seen a ghost.

"Where's the hoodie and basketball shorts Y/n? Who are you, and what have you done with our disaster friend?"

Dylan leaned back, giving me an exaggerated once-over. "Wow. You look... sharp. Dapper. Suave. This isn't just a suit—it's a moment."

"Alright, calm down," I said, smirking. "It's just a premiere, not a presidential inauguration."

"Oh, honey," Anna interjected, her tone dripping with sass. "This isn't just about the premiere, and you know it. You're dressing to impress her."

"Madelyn's going to lose her damn mind," Dylan added, leaning closer to the camera. "Seriously, Y/n. You're about to ruin every man's chance in the room."

Rolling my eyes, I adjusted my collar in the mirror. "You two are ridiculous."

"Ridiculous and correct," Anna said, grinning. "But seriously, how are you feeling? Nervous?"

"A little," I admitted, my fingers grazing the lapel of my jacket. "But it's a good nervous. I just... I want her to feel special tonight."

Dylan softened, his playful grin turning sincere. "She will. Trust me. You've got this."

"Yeah," Anna added, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "She's lucky to have you there tonight. Now go knock 'em dead, lover girl."

I ended the call with a mix of nerves and excitement buzzing in my chest. Tonight was going to be unforgettable—I just had to make sure I didn't trip over my own feet.

.  .  .

The hallway leading to Madelyn's dressing room was chaotic but alive with a buzz of excitement. Stylists bustled past with garment bags, assistants carried trays of coffee, and the hum of pre-event jitters filled the air.

I stopped outside her door, taking a steadying breath before knocking twice. In my hand, I held a bouquet of white roses and lilies—simple, elegant, and, I hoped, a small gesture that would make her smile.

"Come in!" her voice called, light and cheerful.

I stepped inside and froze. Madelyn stood in the center of the room, her cream gown catching the light in a way that made her seem ethereal.

The intricate beadwork sparkled with every slight movement. She turned toward me, her eyes lighting up as she took me in.

"Y/n," she breathed, her smile widening. Her gaze dropped to the flowers in my hand. "Are those for me?"

"Of course," I said, stepping forward. "For the most stunning woman here tonight."

She flushed, taking the bouquet from my hands. "They're beautiful. Thank you." She sniffed the blooms before glancing over at Madison, Mariah, and Carlacia, who were lounging on the couch with knowing grins.

"Okay, everyone out," Madelyn said, her voice firm but amused.

Madison raised an eyebrow. "Oh, we're getting kicked out now?"

Mariah nudged her girlfriend with her elbow. "Give them a moment."

Carlacia smirked, standing and stretching dramatically. "Fine, but don't mess up her hair, Y/n. I'll be mad if we have to redo it."

Madelyn rolled her eyes, laughing softly as the three of them shuffled out, closing the door behind them.

She turned back to me, her smile softer now. "You didn't have to do this, you know."

"I wanted to," I said, stepping closer. "You deserve it."

Her gaze flicked to mine, something unspoken passing between us. She set the bouquet down on the vanity, her fingers brushing mine as she turned back. "You look incredible, by the way."

I chuckled. "Not half as incredible as you."

She laughed softly, the sound warming the room. "Flatterer."

I reached out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Just honest."

Her breath hitched slightly, and before either of us could overthink it, I leaned in. Our lips met in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a moment stolen from the chaos of the evening.

Her hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened. It was soft yet charged, like every unspoken feeling poured into that single moment.

When we finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against mine, her eyes closed. "I've been wanting to do that all day."

"Me too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

The door opened abruptly, Madison's voice cutting through the moment. "Alright, lovebirds, time's up."

Madelyn groaned, stepping back but not before giving me a playful smile. "Duty calls."

.  .  .

𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The buzz at the premiere was electric. Flashing cameras, fans screaming in excitement, and a sea of dazzling outfits created a whirlwind of energy.

The cast of Outer Banks had begun to arrive, each star greeted by an eruption of cheers from the crowd.

Madelyn stepped onto the carpet, her dress shimmering under the bright lights. She was stunning, exuding confidence as she posed for the cameras, but her eyes kept flicking to the edge of the carpet where Y/n stood, looking sharp in her tailored suit.

Y/n had opted for a classic look with a modern twist—a sleek black blazer paired with a black shirt, left slightly unbuttoned.

As Madelyn moved closer to the interview section, her hand brushed Y/n's arm. It was subtle but deliberate, and Y/n glanced down at her with a small smile.

Madelyn quickly turned her attention back to the cameras, her cheeks dusted with pink.

"Madelyn!" a reporter called, catching her attention. "Can we grab a quick word with you?"

Madelyn nodded and stepped toward the microphone. Madison and Carlacia flanked her, their matching grins lighting up the space.

"You ladies look incredible tonight," the interviewer began. "The new season of Outer Banks has everyone buzzing. How does it feel to be back for the premiere?"

Madelyn answered smoothly, her voice warm and confident, but as the questions shifted, the interviewer couldn't resist diving into the rumors swirling around her personal life.

"So, Madelyn, there's been a lot of talk online about your relationship status. Fans have noticed some... interesting interactions between you and a certain Y/n Evans. Care to comment?"

Madelyn's composure faltered just slightly—a quick blink, a tiny laugh—but she recovered, her eyes darting to Y/n in the distance.

"I mean, Y/n's an amazing person," she said, her voice steady but her cheeks flushing. "But you know how fans are. They love to connect dots that might not even be there."

"Interesting!" the interviewer said, clearly not satisfied. "So you're saying there's nothing going on?"

Madison cut in, grinning. "Why don't we let Madelyn keep a little mystery, huh?"

Carlacia chimed in, laughing. "Yeah, we don't spill all the tea at once."

The interviewer pivoted, smiling knowingly. "Well, Madison, you brought your girlfriend tonight. Is it safe to say Madelyn also has someone special here with her?"

Madelyn bit her lip, her gaze flickering briefly to Y/n again. "I invited Y/n tonight," she admitted, her voice soft but clear. "It felt right to have her here."

The crowd around them buzzed with whispers, and Madelyn's face turned a deeper shade of pink. Madison nudged her playfully, and the interviewer quickly wrapped up, sensing Madelyn's growing discomfort.

As the cast regrouped for photos, Y/n caught Madelyn's eye and gave her a reassuring smile. Madelyn exhaled, her nerves settling slightly as she turned her focus back to the flashing cameras.

.  .  .

The afterparty was in full swing by the time Y/n and Madelyn arrived, the energy of the premiere carrying over into the dimly lit venue.

Music thumped through the speakers, and the cast and their friends mingled, drinks in hand and laughter echoing through the space.

Madelyn stayed close to Y/n, her hand brushing against Y/n's arm every so often as if to remind herself she wasn't dreaming.

Often times, interlocking their pinkies. "So," she teased, leaning closer, "how does it feel to be my date tonight?"

Y/n smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "Honestly? Pretty damn good."

"You clean up well," Madelyn said, her eyes scanning Y/n appreciatively.

"You're not so bad yourself," Y/n shot back, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver down Madelyn's spine.

They were soon pulled into a lively group conversation with Madison, Carlacia, and their partners. Madison's girlfriend, Mariah, raised her glass in a toast. "To Season Four and the best cast on TV!"

Everyone cheered, clinking glasses before the group dissolved into smaller clusters. Y/n found herself dancing with Madelyn, their movements fluid and easy as they laughed and spun around. At one point, Madelyn tripped slightly, falling into Y/n's chest.

"Careful," Y/n teased, steadying her.

Madelyn looked up at her, breathless and smiling. "Good thing I have you to catch me."

The night wore on, filled with more dancing, playful banter, and quiet moments stolen between the two.

Y/n snapped candid photos of Madelyn laughing with her co-stars, capturing her in the golden glow of the party lights.

Toward the end of the night, Madelyn tugged Y/n toward a quieter corner of the room. "Thank you for being here tonight," she said, her voice soft.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," Y/n replied, brushing a strand of hair from Madelyn's face.

They stood close, the noise of the party fading into the background. Y/n leaned in, their foreheads touching briefly before Madelyn tilted her head up, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n's lips.

.  .  .

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The door clicked shut behind us as we entered Madelyn's suite. The quiet hum of the room was a stark contrast to the chaos of the afterparty.

Madelyn let out a dramatic sigh, kicking off her heels and collapsing onto the couch like she had just run a marathon.

"Oh my god," she groaned, wiggling her toes and flopping her arms over the cushions. "I love parties, but my feet hate me."

I chuckled, setting my jacket on the back of a chair and loosening my cuffs. "You make it look effortless. No one would guess you were suffering."

She shot me a tired smile. "That's the magic of acting."

I sank into the couch beside her, propping my arm along the backrest. "Tonight was amazing, though. You killed it out there."

Madelyn tilted her head toward me, her eyes softening. "You think so?"

I gave her a look, one brow raised. "You know so. Don't fish for compliments, Cline—it's unbecoming."

She laughed, swatting my arm lightly. "I'm not fishing. I'm just making sure my date had a good time."

I felt my cheeks warm at the word "date," even though we'd spent most of the evening pretending we weren't glued to each other's side. "Best premiere I've ever been to," I admitted. "Although I'm biased."

Her smile widened, and she tucked her legs underneath her as she leaned toward me. "Well, I couldn't have done it without you."

"Come on," I said, shaking my head. "You didn't need me there. You're a natural."

Madelyn's fingers toyed with the edge of her dress as she looked down, her voice softening. "Having you there... it just made everything feel less overwhelming. Like I wasn't doing it alone."

Her vulnerability caught me off guard in the best way. I reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll never have to do it alone, Madelyn. Not if I can help it."

Her eyes flickered to mine, and for a moment, the air between us felt heavier, charged with something unspoken. Then her lips quirked into a playful smirk, and the tension eased.

"You're such a sap," she teased, nudging me with her shoulder.

"Shut up," I said, grinning as I draped an arm around her shoulders.

Madelyn relaxed into my side, resting her head against my chest. Her fingers traced absentminded circles on my knee, a simple gesture that sent my heart into overdrive.

"Stay with me tonight?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I tilted my head, pretending to think about it. "Hmm, I don't know. What's in it for me?"

She sat up abruptly, her expression mock-offended. "Excuse me? Do you know how many people would kill to have me ask them to stay the night?"

I laughed, catching her around the waist before she could pull away completely. "Okay, okay, no need to get your ego involved."

Madelyn pouted dramatically, crossing her arms. "I'm serious. I'll beg if I have to."

I grinned, leaning in until our noses nearly touched. "Oh, I definitely want to see you beg."

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. Instead, she slid her arms around my neck, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Please, Y/n. Stay with me."

A shiver ran down my spine, and I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Alright, alright. I'll stay. But only because you asked so nicely."

"Good," she said, her voice smug as she settled back against me. "Because I wasn't going to let you leave anyway."

I laughed, shaking my head as I tightened my arm around her. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"Good trouble," she countered, tilting her head to look up at me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "The best kind."

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It started slow, exploratory, but quickly deepened as her fingers tangled in my hair. I pulled her closer, my hand slipping to her waist as I leaned her back against the cushions.

Madelyn giggled between kisses, her hands sliding down to my shoulders. "You're going to ruin my dress," she teased.

"I'll buy you a new one," I murmured, nipping playfully at her bottom lip.

Her laughter faded into a soft hum as I kissed a trail down her neck. We reconnected our lips, my hands roaming her body before I picked her up and placed her on the bed.

I hovered over her as we continued to make out, Madelyn's hand went to the hem of my shirt pulling it off as she threw it on the floor. "Woah" she whispered quietly.

I smirked as she checked me out before unbuckling my belt and taking my pants off. I helped Madelyn out of her dress before we reattached our lips.

I grinded against her, making sure she felt my bulge as her hips bucked and a moan escaped her lips.

I kissed on her body, making sure to caress every inch of her before she took her bra off. I bent down, kissing up her legs before looking up at her as I reached her panties. 

I began to slide them off, asking if she was okay as she gave me a soft smile before whispering a yes. I was eager and I could tell she was too.

I went down on her heated core, going in slow, using my tongue, licking between her folds, sucking on her clit as her moans filled the room. "Mmmm" she let out, her moans were music to my ears.

I continued to eat her out, her eyes closed as I pleasured her, her hand tangled in my hair.

Before I knew it, she came in my mouth, her moans sounding like whimpers as she let loose. Her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself before she got up. I stepped out of my briefs as my dick slapped against my stomach.

Her eyes darkened with lust as I laid on the bed. Madelyn came over on her knees before looking at me, making me more turned on as she took my hard on in hand before slowly sticking the tip in her warm mouth. "Fuck." I said as I let out a low groan.

Her head bobbed up and down as she took me in her mouth further and further, inch by inch. "Damn, baby." I moaned as she continued sucking me off.

Madelyn took me in her mouth as far as she could as my toes curled before she slowly pulled up. As I was getting up, she pushed me back down.

"I want to ride you, babe." she directed and I wasn't going to object. I got up, quickly grabbing a condom from my bag before getting back on the bed.

I readjusted before she got on top, aligning our centers before lowering herself down on my shaft. She bit her lip as she began to slowly bounce on my dick. I slowly matched her thrusting in, sending myself deep into her heated core.

She rode me before we switched positions and I began to thrust into her. Our bodies slapping against one another as I moved my hand to squeeze her boob.

She moved my hand up to her throat, "Fuck me, daddy." she said and it unlocked a different side of me as our fucking became a bit rougher which she seemed to be very into.

Madelyn's moans, my groans, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall, my hand slapping her ass, all the sounds loud in the room as we ended up having sex all over the place.

"I'm gonna cu-" I said as I picked up my speed, letting loose in the condom as I thrusted in her again.

I pulled the condom off after pulling out of Madelyn and to my surprise, she smirked, taking me into her mouth, sucking me off again, my body felt like it was floating as I came again in her mouth as she swallowed my cum.

"Holy- fuck, oh my gosh." I huffed out as Madelyn and I laid back in bed. She cuddled into my side, our legs tangled together as she nuzzled her face into my neck.

I kissed the top of her forehead as we tired to calm our breathing.

As we lay intertwined, her head resting against my chest and my arms wrapped securely around her, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer rightness of it all.

"This feels... perfect," she said quietly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

I tightened my hold on her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That's because it is."

We stayed like that for hours, talking and laughing, our voices weaving together in the quiet of the night. Every touch, every glance, every word felt like a promise—one that neither of us was ready to break.

But as much as I tried to stay present, a flicker of doubt crept in, uninvited. Scarlett's face flashed in my mind—the way she'd kissed me before I left, the quiet desperation in her touch.

It was always the same with her: push, pull, and then silence. I had hoped for clarity before leaving, some kind of answer, but all I'd gotten was more questions.

I closed my eyes, inhaling Madelyn's familiar scent, something undeniably hers. This was different—she was different.

Where Scarlett was hesitant and guarded, Madelyn was open, her affection spilling out in ways that left no room for doubt.

And yet, the part of me still tangled up in Scarlett couldn't help but wonder: Was I being unfair to Madelyn? To myself?

I tightened my hold on Madelyn, her soft murmur against my chest pulling me back to the present. Scarlett's ghost lingered at the edges of my mind, but I pushed it aside.

Tonight wasn't about Scarlett; it was