honeydewdrew

[honeydewdrew]

quick brainstorm i’ve been holding in my head for the past few days:

imagine a taylor swift music vid for fearless (taylor’s version perhaps?) and it starts out with you and like two of your friends/roommates getting ready for your respective dates and the music vid follows each of your dates.

OF COURSE drew starkey would be cast as your date, duhdoy.. drew’s character would be this guy (could be a friend, could be an enemy? sorry I just love the enemies to lovers trope) you lost a bet to and you pick him up for the date. It starts out awkward but you make some pit stops through the busy town and warm up to each other and obviously do some taylor swift karaoke lol

your date would end up at this beautiful lookout point of the whole city (like all the cheesy movies do) where the two of you are enjoying the view, leaning on the hood of your car and fooling around

And once the bridge of the song hits, there’s that movie moment when you’re staring into each other’s eyes for a pause and then you go for the kiss and after a few seconds you pull back like ‘oh no sorry dude’ but he pulls you back in and it’s all laughs and fun and love

The rest of the song would just be more montages of the date LOL

And of course throughout the video, we’d have intercuts of the friend’s dates as well like one of your friends at a western themed bar with her girlfriend and the other friend at a paintball tournament with their partner or something LMAO

I’m so sorry for this I really just needed to get it out of my system haha

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NSFW A-Z HEADCANON, rafe cameron

a/n: for fanon rafe but that eye roll tho. wrote this a while back & i know it’s been done before but here’s mine lol

warnings: 18+ minors dni, all smutty smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’d be worn out going several rounds with you and he’d hold you close afterwards, giving you kisses and helping you clean up all the cum he covered you in.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

some say rafe is an ass man, some say rafe is a titty man, and the truth is he’s both. he loves grabbing your ass when your make outs start getting heated, but when your breasts fly free, he’s all over them, teeth tugging at your nipples. doesn’t matter if you’ve got big boobs or small ones, big booty or pancake booty— if you’re naked in front of him, he’s wants all of you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

rafe loves seeing you covered in his cum. of course cumming in any of your holes is amazing and all but there’s something about seeing your face and breasts and pussy smeared with his cum turns him on so much and makes his orgasms that much stronger.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

rafe secretly loves to be degraded and praised in bed. you didn’t expect this as he always seems to like to be dominant and rough with you when it comes to sex. but he simply just melts whenever you’re sitting on his dick, riding him slow, and caressing his cheek saying, “that’s a good boy, you feel so good. you like it when i use you as my dumb little fucktoy, huh?”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

rafe cameron has been getting pussy since high school when he was in his early fuckboy career so he knows what he’s doing. and looorrdd, you can attest— every pussy is different but he finds your clit and works it so easily from your first time PLUS your g spot, making you squirt all over his hand. you were shocked, not knowing you were capable, but rafe just dragged you by the legs closer to him and pushed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggyyyy. there’s something about doggy style that rafe loves: seeing your back arch, seeing your ass ripple every time his hips snapped against you, brushing a finger against the rim of your tight asshole and feeling you tense up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

rafe would be fairly serious only because you love acting bratty. a lot of the time, you’ll tease him, sometimes grabbing his crotch under the table while at dinner with his family or walking past him wearing only his shirt. he makes it a lesson, teasing back at your clit, edging you for hours before he allows you to cum... if you’re lucky enough.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed enough but them balls still be a little hairy lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

everyone’s gotta know rafe cameron likes it quick and rough, but when he’s really feeling in love with you, he’ll take his time to draw out your orgasm, fucking you through it while whispering dirty sweet nothings in your ear as fucks you to kingdom come.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

neither of you mind when the other spends some time going solo. in fact, when you asked if he wanted to watch you fuck your self with your vibrator from across the room, he pulled out his cock and fucked himself into his hand as he watched you. before you could climax, he grabbed you and threw you into the bed. solo is fun, but with you it’s a lot more preferred. pussy beats hand, he’d say.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mans loves getting his hair pulled. when he’s hunched over, fucking you and you grab a handful of his locks, tugging it, his eyes roll back. it seems almost involuntary as he lets out a low moan every time you do it. and don’t get me started on the way he feels when the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

is anywhere and everywhere an answer? if you’re looking good (which is always) and he’s a little horny (which is always) and there’s a way to make you snap without it being blatantly obvious, he’ll take you in the dressing room, under the table, or while you’re on an important zoom call.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

rafe is a white boy who gets hard at anything you do. you could literally be

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

you’d both be extremely communicative and have a safe word. rafe is the type to try anything once as long as it doesn’t hurt you. and if he’s dump enough for you, maybe he’ll give pegging a try too...

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

rafe loves it when you suck on his dick. there’s just something about seeing your lips wrap around his cock at the end of a long day and just sucking on it as if his cum was the only thing that could quench your thirst... but the way he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth though, like he sucking the pussy juice out of you lol.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as aforementioned, mans loves it fast and roughhhh, but when he’s in a really lovey mood, he’ll take his time to torture you and make you cum more times back to back than you could ever expect.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

rafe is a horny man and doesn’t mind quickies. you’ll be at the club grinding up on the people around you, taunting him, and he’ll grab you by the arm dragging you into the nearest private space (literally could just be a dark corner). he’d grope you in all the right places and fuck you hard and quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if you tease rafe by grabbing his dick under the table, he’ll push your panties aside and shove two fingers into you. this man will pull you aside and fuck you anywhere and pretty much anytime. if he could, he’d probably bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone... except he wouldn’t be able to stand anyone else’s eyes on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

rafe is fit as fuck and can last at least a few rounds. when he’s quick and rough, he’ll tap out sooner, but when he decides to pace himself, he could go all night if he wanted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

rafe has always had an interest in using toys to masturbate but it wasn’t until you introduced toys into sex, and boy, he had no regrets agreeing to it. when you wanted to be a little dominant, he’d let you use a cock ring and edge him. when he wanted to be dominant, he’d play with you using a dildo. and when you both felt a little playful, he’d control your vibrating panties when you two went out shopping.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he might be the one to start teasing you for a bit, but after a point, he won’t be able to take it and just take you right there as soon as he can. impatient, impatient...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

rafe will grunt and purr into your ear when he’s buried his head in the crook of your neck while his dick is buried in your cunt. there will be a lot of “fuck,”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s a verse/switch. he’s predominantly dominant in bed because he likes to control what he can but when he feels safe enough with you, he’s willing to let you take the reigns. not that he’s complaining about seeing bounce on his cock or anything...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fit, babes. we know this for a fact, but that dick? he’s average and circumcised, but he’s surprisingly more girthy than one would expect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

mans wants to fuck almost 24/7. only the handful of times when his dad is on his ass about something or there’s family troubles is when he’s not really in the mood. otherwise, how could he resist you and your damn cute charm?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can stay awake for a little, only to make sure you’re alright and cleaned up, otherwise, he’s out like a light, cuddled right up next to you, comfortable & safe.

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NSFW A-Z HEADCANON, rafe cameron

a/n: for fanon rafe but that eye roll tho. wrote this a while back & i know it’s been done before but here’s mine lol

warnings: 18+ minors dni, all smutty smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’d be worn out going several rounds with you and he’d hold you close afterwards, giving you kisses and helping you clean up all the cum he covered you in.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

some say rafe is an ass man, some say rafe is a titty man, and the truth is he’s both. he loves grabbing your ass when your make outs start getting heated, but when your breasts fly free, he’s all over them, teeth tugging at your nipples. doesn’t matter if you’ve got big boobs or small ones, big booty or pancake booty— if you’re naked in front of him, he’s wants all of you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

rafe loves seeing you covered in his cum. of course cumming in any of your holes is amazing and all but there’s something about seeing your face and breasts and pussy smeared with his cum turns him on so much and makes his orgasms that much stronger.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

rafe secretly loves to be degraded and praised in bed. you didn’t expect this as he always seems to like to be dominant and rough with you when it comes to sex. but he simply just melts whenever you’re sitting on his dick, riding him slow, and caressing his cheek saying, “that’s a good boy, you feel so good. you like it when i use you as my dumb little fucktoy, huh?”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

rafe cameron has been getting pussy since high school when he was in his early fuckboy career so he knows what he’s doing. and looorrdd, you can attest— every pussy is different but he finds your clit and works it so easily from your first time PLUS your g spot, making you squirt all over his hand. you were shocked, not knowing you were capable, but rafe just dragged you by the legs closer to him and pushed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggyyyy. there’s something about doggy style that rafe loves: seeing your back arch, seeing your ass ripple every time his hips snapped against you, brushing a finger against the rim of your tight asshole and feeling you tense up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

rafe would be fairly serious only because you love acting bratty. a lot of the time, you’ll tease him, sometimes grabbing his crotch under the table while at dinner with his family or walking past him wearing only his shirt. he makes it a lesson, teasing back at your clit, edging you for hours before he allows you to cum... if you’re lucky enough.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed enough but them balls still be a little hairy lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

everyone’s gotta know rafe cameron likes it quick and rough, but when he’s really feeling in love with you, he’ll take his time to draw out your orgasm, fucking you through it while whispering dirty sweet nothings in your ear as fucks you to kingdom come.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

neither of you mind when the other spends some time going solo. in fact, when you asked if he wanted to watch you fuck your self with your vibrator from across the room, he pulled out his cock and fucked himself into his hand as he watched you. before you could climax, he grabbed you and threw you into the bed. solo is fun, but with you it’s a lot more preferred. pussy beats hand, he’d say.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mans loves getting his hair pulled. when he’s hunched over, fucking you and you grab a handful of his locks, tugging it, his eyes roll back. it seems almost involuntary as he lets out a low moan every time you do it. and don’t get me started on the way he feels when the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

is anywhere and everywhere an answer? if you’re looking good (which is always) and he’s a little horny (which is always) and there’s a way to make you snap without it being blatantly obvious, he’ll take you in the dressing room, under the table, or while you’re on an important zoom call.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

rafe is a white boy who gets hard at anything you do. you could literally be

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

you’d both be extremely communicative and have a safe word. rafe is the type to try anything once as long as it doesn’t hurt you. and if he’s dump enough for you, maybe he’ll give pegging a try too...

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

rafe loves it when you suck on his dick. there’s just something about seeing your lips wrap around his cock at the end of a long day and just sucking on it as if his cum was the only thing that could quench your thirst... but the way he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth though, like he sucking the pussy juice out of you lol.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as aforementioned, mans loves it fast and roughhhh, but when he’s in a really lovey mood, he’ll take his time to torture you and make you cum more times back to back than you could ever expect.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

rafe is a horny man and doesn’t mind quickies. you’ll be at the club grinding up on the people around you, taunting him, and he’ll grab you by the arm dragging you into the nearest private space (literally could just be a dark corner). he’d grope you in all the right places and fuck you hard and quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if you tease rafe by grabbing his dick under the table, he’ll push your panties aside and shove two fingers into you. this man will pull you aside and fuck you anywhere and pretty much anytime. if he could, he’d probably bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone... except he wouldn’t be able to stand anyone else’s eyes on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

rafe is fit as fuck and can last at least a few rounds. when he’s quick and rough, he’ll tap out sooner, but when he decides to pace himself, he could go all night if he wanted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

rafe has always had an interest in using toys to masturbate but it wasn’t until you introduced toys into sex, and boy, he had no regrets agreeing to it. when you wanted to be a little dominant, he’d let you use a cock ring and edge him. when he wanted to be dominant, he’d play with you using a dildo. and when you both felt a little playful, he’d control your vibrating panties when you two went out shopping.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he might be the one to start teasing you for a bit, but after a point, he won’t be able to take it and just take you right there as soon as he can. impatient, impatient...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

rafe will grunt and purr into your ear when he’s buried his head in the crook of your neck while his dick is buried in your cunt. there will be a lot of “fuck,”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s a verse/switch. he’s predominantly dominant in bed because he likes to control what he can but when he feels safe enough with you, he’s willing to let you take the reigns. not that he’s complaining about seeing bounce on his cock or anything...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fit, babes. we know this for a fact, but that dick? he’s average and circumcised, but he’s surprisingly more girthy than one would expect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

mans wants to fuck almost 24/7. only the handful of times when his dad is on his ass about something or there’s family troubles is when he’s not really in the mood. otherwise, how could he resist you and your damn cute charm?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can stay awake for a little, only to make sure you’re alright and cleaned up, otherwise, he’s out like a light, cuddled right up next to you, comfortable & safe.

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RAFE CAMERON + people around him realizing “oh, so he’s crazy crazy”

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 Rafe + being absolutely batshit crazy.

or “ Drew Starkey deserving an emmy”

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i miss u so much

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such a brat: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"What about pink?"

"Salmon, baby, and no," Rafe groans.

He has decided that allowing you to come shopping with him has been a grave mistake. Although he had promised that you could pick out some shirts for him, since he so kindly ruined the white one you love so much, he's starting to get frustrated.

"Fine," you grumble, running your hands over the different options. Rafe's too busy holding onto the five others you've decided on for him to pay any more mind to what you're looking at.

"Look at this one!" you hold up a pastel purple, "Oh, Rafe, this would look so good on you."

"I think we have enough here," he holds up the stack in his hand as proof.

"With the amount of golf you play, you can never have enough," you tell him.

He groans and steps over to you, observing the color. He actually likes it, but he's afraid to tell you because he knows you'll get extremely overexcited and then make him buy four of them.

"Do they have my size?" he asks, trying not to sound too invested.

"Right here," you hold it up.

"Fine, add it to the stack," he rolls his eyes.

"Can you not act like this is extremely painful for you? I know you like what I've picked out, otherwise you'd never hold onto them."

Rafe laughs at the way you can see straight through him, then wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you to him. Laying a quick kiss on your temple, you melt and smile.

"You're right, I'm sorry. These are going to be my favorite ones to wear because you picked them out for me," he whispers against your skin.

"Aw, look at you, Tin Man. You do have a heart in there!" you tease, poking at his chest just to get under his skin.

"All right, we're done," he grabs ahold of your hand, dragging you toward the front of the store to check out.

"I'm just teasing," you grumble, feeling like a little kid the way he's pulling you.

"We need to get out of here before you max out my black card," he mutters.

"Oh, black card. Excuse me, Kook Prince," you laugh incredulously.

He spins around suddenly, causing you to walk into his chest. His grip tightens around your hand as he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, like he's daring you to continue.

"I'm not sure where this little attitude of yours came from, but I have to tell you, baby, I'm not a huge fan," he breathes.

Judging by the way he's looking at you, you certainly think the opposite. You're getting him worked up, you can tell. You just smirk, wanting to see how far you can take this.

"Jeez, I'm so sorry, handsome. Is there anything I can do-" you stand on your tip-toes and hold your lips about one inch from his, "-to make it up to you?"

"Fuck," he backs away from you, shaking his head, "You really always have to play. We're in public."

You smile triumphantly as he starts toward the front again, practically throwing the shirts at the cashier. He starts asking Rafe questions, if he found everything okay, to which Rafe just mumbles out a halfhearted 'yes'.

You, however, are really ready to mess with him. Pulling your hand from his grip, you start trailing your pointer finger up and down the side of his torso. When you reach his belt loop, you tuck your finger in it and pull lightly.

"Stop," Rafe grunts at you, not bothering to look over.

You frown, then look over to the cashier, who is refolding the pastel purple shirt to bag it up.

"Don't you think that will look great on him?" you ask the cashier, "He has these gorgeous blue eyes-"

"Don't talk to him," Rafe swats your hand off the counter, "Sorry. She's in a mood today."

"They're all good selections, Mr. Cameron," the cashier says politely.

"Thank you!" you say, throwing your hands up at Rafe as if to say you told him so. Rafe just shakes his head, swearing under his breath.

"You're all set. Have a great day, Mr. Cameron."

Rafe nods his head, tucking his wallet back in his pants and then taking the bag from him. You smile and wave to the cashier as Rafe takes ahold of you again, tugging you toward the exit.

"Baby," he groans the second you two walk back out into the North Carolina humidity, "You cannot try to get me all riled up like that when we're in public. You know it doesn't take much from you to get me...you know."

You giggle, looking up and seeing his pink cheeks.

"Sorry, Mr. Cameron," you grin. He just shakes his head at you once again, muttering under his breath about how you're 'such a brat'.

He loosens his grip on your hand but doesn't let go, not until he puts you into the truck. He climbs into the driver's side and then opens up the bag, inspecting his purchases more closely.

"You really like them?" you ask him.

He looks from the shirts up to you, leaning over and wrapping his large hand around your throat to pull you close to him. He lays a couple quick kisses on your lips, then smiles.

"I love them," he gushes, "I'll be sure to tell the boys at the course that my girlfriend picked them out for me."

You laugh loudly, "You're not really going to tell them that."

It's a statement, only because you know him so well. He chuckles, shoving the shirts back into the bag.

"Probably not," he agrees, "I'd get my ass kicked before we even step out onto the course."

You laugh, leaning over to kiss him one more time. Normally, he'd just give you your kisses and then let you sit back, but he's frustrated with all the teasing you did in the shop. He deepens your kiss and lets his hands roam your body the best he can in your current position, trying his best to get you turned on with the options he has.

"Are we about to have sex in your truck for the third time this week?" you snicker against his lips as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jeans.

"Hmm," he hums, sliding his fingers into your jeans and underwear.

He grazes your core with his fingers, waiting for his perfect moment. You moan against his lips, trying to move around so he'll take your hint. When he doesn't, you speak.

"Please," you whimper.

He wants to give in, he really does, just based on that one word alone. But, he knows he has to be stronger than that. He kisses you one more time, then extracts himself completely from your body and starts the truck up.

"Rafe," you speak, looking at him as if to ask 'what the fuck?'.

"Buckle up, baby, I don't want you getting hurt," he smirks.

"Are you serious?" you grumble, throwing your head back against the seat.

You huff and puff as you button your jeans up again, Rafe making it clear he had just been teasing you. You cross your arms over your chest like a teenager mad at her parent and huff once more.

"Come on," Rafe laughs, reaching over to uncross your arms.

"That was mean," you pout.

"I'll make it up to you at the house," he promises, setting his hand on your thigh like he always does.

"So..." you trail off, watching the dirty smirk appear on his face.

"Yes," he nods.

"A fashion show modeling your new shirts?" you gasp.

"Hell no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please, handsome."

"Baby."

"Please?"

"Fine."

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rafe being insecure about the reading loving him, soft smut ensues and reader reassures him :,)

Hi, lovely! This is so sweet. Thank you so much. I hope you love this xoxo

Author's Notes: Rafe feels insecure because he feels like his woman is perfection, and he is unworthy of her love. I hope you all love this - please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Slight angst, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut* (unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! )

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Rafe felt like he was spiraling. He was in his head as he watched his girl busy herself get ready for a party they were supposed to be going to. He fiddled with the band of his watch as he kept his eyes on his shoes, his heart sinking to the tips of his toes.

"Ready to go, handsome?" She questioned as she held her weight on the door frame of the bathroom that connected to their bedroom, and fixed the strap of her heel.

"Yeah." Rafe breathed out as he looked up at his woman in that rich, red dress he loved that was tight to her body.

"Are you alright?" She smiled as she took the few steps over to him, a little unsteady in her heels on the carpeted floors. She reached her hands out, placing them on his broad shoulders and stood between his legs.

"M'good. I'm just in my head right now." Rafe muttered as he kept his eyes on her chest while his hands rested on her hips, his fingertips running over the soft material of her dress.

"What's on your mind?" She asked as she reached her left hand up to push his out of his eyes. She ran her fingertips over his jawline and watched as he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.

"Why do you love me?" Rafe muttered as he pressed his palms flat on the small of her back and pulled her close against him as he finally opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"That's a tall order, Rafe. There are lots of reasons why. I think you're the most wonderful man in the world." She replied softly as the tip of her index finger traced over his furrowed brows.

"You can't possibly believe that." Rafe scoffed with a shake of his head as he pulled a hand off of her to pull her hand off of his face, taking hold of her wrist.

"Of course, I do. Rafe, I couldn't be with you if I didn't believe you had some redeemable qualities. Baby, you're a good man. And you're good to me." She stated firmly as she battled against his strength to take hold of his jawline again, making him look her in the eyes.

Rafe pursed his lips as he nodded slowly. He heard her words, but they didn't sink in. He didn't believe her. He placed his hands on the tops of his own thighs as he made the move to stand up straight, ready to leave.

"No. Sit down. We aren't going anywhere just yet, Cameron." She replied as she pressed her hands to his chest and pushed him back down to sit on the bed. She crawled onto his lap to straddle his thighs, her arms over his shoulders.

"We have to go." Rafe whispered while his hands rested on her thighs, his thumbs brushing over the hem of her dress.

"Well, we can be fashionably late to the party. I think there's something more important that we have to deal with here before we go." She replied as her fingers twirled the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Honey, I'm just being stupid. It's fine." Rafe sighed as he pulled his hands off of her then placed them behind him on the mattress, leaning back on them.

"You're not being stupid, Rafe! It's how you feel. And I want you to know that I love you for a million reasons. I love you because you make me laugh, you keep me safe, you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I think you're so smart, and handsome. You're the most business savvy man I've ever met. And most of all? You love me with your whole heart. And that makes you perfect." She smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair over and over again, watching as his eyes closed to slowly accept her affection.

"I'm not perfect." Rafe muttered. His eyes were still closed but he reached out to put his hands back on her, fingertips pulling across the satin material of her dress.

"You're perfect for me." She whispered as she leaned down to press kiss after kiss along his sharp jawline.

Rafe did not reply, but instead wrapped his arms around her body tightly to keep her as close to him as he could. He accepted her affection, her hands in his hair, her lips on his face and her hips rocking on top of him. It all felt so good, it made his heart race and his breath catch in his throat.

She took him by surprise and knocked them over, sending him to his back on the bed. Rafe let out a soft grunt as she dropped on top of him, her fingers quick to undo his button up shirt. She gently pulled her nails over his abs, down towards the buckle of his belt and Rafe's breathing got heavier with each of her movements.

"Honey.." Rafe trailed off, his own fingers in her hair as she pulled at the prongs of his belt then reached for the zipper of his pants. His free hand reached for her dress at the small of her back and gripped it in his fist as she palmed him over his briefs.

"You don't like it?" His woman breathed in his ear as she tugged at the waistband of his briefs before she reached inside of them to take hold of his manhood, hot and hard in her hand.

"O'course, I do. I just...kinda took me by surprise." Rafe panted as he placed both hands on the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. He groaned and rolled his head back as she sucked on the sweet spot beneath his ear as she stroked his manhood exactly the way he liked.

"Where are your panties?" Rafe growled as his eyes zeroed in on his girlfriend bare beneath her dress as she dragged her wet core along his thigh.

"Still in the dresser drawer. I made an executive decision." She smirked against his neck as she ran her thumb over his tip.

Rafe huffed as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back then positioned himself between her legs, his tip pressed to her entrance. His neck tingled from her affection, no doubt a hickey or two already forming on his skin. He pushed some hair back from her face to look into her eyes to watch her as he slipped inside of her.

"Baby!" She gasped, her nails into his back underneath his shirt as she pressed her thighs to his hips, her back arching off the mattress as he filled her out.

"You're so good me, honey. I love you so much." Rafe breathed as he pulled his hips back then pushed them back as gently as he could, despite how his body was pulsing for her. All he wanted was to put her knees to her chest and set a rabid pace, pound into her and make her scream for him. But she had been so sweet to him and he would love her the way she deserved, the way she had always loved him.

"I - I love you, too." She stuttered as she pulled her nails down his back as he gave her slow, firm thrusts while he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm sorry, honey. You feel so good. I'm gonna - " Rafe grunted as he reached down between them to thumb at her clit to hopefully bring her with him while he teetered on the edge.

"Go ahead, baby. I want you to. Cum inside of me." She shivered as she scratched his back, her eyes rolling back as she came around him.

Rafe inhaled sharply, a moan stuck in his throat as his love's innermost muscles quivered around him. His head dropped down to her shoulder as he rode out their orgasms, his hands keeping a bruising grip on her thighs. His hips dropped down to hers and he felt her arms wrap around his neck, her lips pressed to his temple.

"You're too good to me, honey." Rafe breathed out as he lifted his head up from her shoulder to look down into her eyes, still a little hazy.

"No. I just love you. You're wonderful."

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[honeydewdrew]

ghoulin’ around

a buzzfeed unsolved au, d.s headcanon

a/n: he’s back, baby. & he’s here to stay. live, laugh, love bfu!drew starkey au!

disclaimer: loosely based on episodes of buzzfeed unsolved :P

summary: castle in the mountains but you don’t even get there OR your car breaks down & there’s only one bed at the lodge

pairing: buzzfeed unsolved ghoul hunter!drew starkey x f!reader

warnings: swearing, nipples, a car breaking down, mad fluff

feedback and comments are super appreciated!!

for this week’s episode, you and drew (& the crew) hit the road for a drive up to the mountains to investigate an old castle, supposedly haunted by their former residents

it’s fall and as you and drew trail the cars in front of you carrying the crew and equipment, the autumn foliage lined the seemingly endless road

intercut here a montage of you and drew doing your very own karaoke, cutting between vibing to Khruangbin, to belting Ariana Grande, to trying to catch every Baby Keem lyric (we’re gonna pretend copyright isn’t an issue LOL), & even some Hamilton

“what is that?” you ask, when you see smoke coming out from the hood of the car

drew frowns in concern, “shit.”

after shooting the crew a quick text, everyone pulls over to the side of the road, just when the car starts surrounding itself with smoke

“looks like there’s a bit of a delay in our ghost adventure tonight,” you make a face into the go pro camera you took out

drew shows up behind you and says “you think it’s an omen? like the ghosties are mad and they wanna kill us before we even get there?”

you roll your eyes

with almost an hour left to the destination, you all decided it was too much to wait for the car to get fixed and try to make it there for the night, so the decision was made to check into the nearest lodge to spend the night

the little lodge 20 mins away was quaint and newly built, just a year old. everything was fresh and new and modern and not a creepy old place off the highway, which put you at ease. it wasn’t a spacious hotel, though, so after the crew booked their rooms, there was only one room available left

“so we’re sharing a room, i guess,” you tell drew, holding up the key. “one bed.”

he scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. “i can take the floor. if you can spare a pillow.”

“i know this place looks clean, but trust me, hotels are breeding grounds for germs. especially the grimy floors.”

“it’s okay, i don’t mind.”

“you’re nasty, drew. it’s fine, we can share it, i insist.”

night falls and everyone is settling in. you’ve showered and brushed your teeth and gotten changed and are now tucked under the sheets, scrolling through instagram, replying to a meme your group chat was discussing.

you don’t even notice drew is shirtless until he pulls back the covers and slips under the covers on his respective side of the bed.

you glance over then turn your head towards your phone to hide your face and try to ignore the heat in your cheeks

“your nipples are out,” you mutter.

“free the nipple, y/n. don’t bully my nips.”

you snort in response as he unplugs his phone from the charging cable. “should we post some behind the scenes for the unsolved account?”

still trying to ignore the warmth of his body so close to you, you give him a ‘mmhmm’ and he begins to film an insta story

“pit stop in this week’s production, we’ll be back at it in the morning! y/n, you have anything to say?” he turns the camera to you.

“oh shit,” you say, “hi guys! bit of a predicament today, but nothing the ghoul kids can’t handle. love you guys!” you give a big cheesy grin, waving to the camera

he turns the camera back to him, making a funny face before ending the recording

after a while of stiffness, you decide to turn in for bed and drew does the same. the two of you lie in the dark in silence for a while before you hear, “are you still awake?”

“yuh.”

“i’m bored.”

“what do you want to talk about?”

“i don’t know. are you cold?”

you flip over to face him. his hair is a mess and his eyes are tired. cutest thing you’ve seen all day.

“a little bit,” you respond. “i hate hotel bed sheets.”

“should we like... huddle closer?” he asks

you squint in the dark, trying to make out what his expression is. “like cuddling?”

he exhales, “yeah. i guess. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything...”

“oh please it’s fine,” you scoot closer, your head almost tucked under his chin. “i’ve seen your bare butt. i can’t believe you did that by the way. they’re never letting us back there.”

“i’m telling you, the ghosts at that house won’t dare scare us if we do come back. my literal naked ass streaking through their halls should’ve spooked them enough.”

you both laugh and you melt into the soft rumble of his chest. “yeah. just keep your nipples away from me.”

“what is your problem with nipples?”

the two of you chat all night until your voices slur from sleepiness, and you’re lulled to sleep to the sound of drew talking about beavers

you wake the next morning incredibly warm. you clutch the pillow you were wrapped around closer, nuzzling into it when you realize it’s softly moving.

peeking your eyes open, you find your arms and legs around drew. as his big spoon. your face is pressed against his back and arm around his waist

you giggle a bit at the absurdity, trying to untangle yourself from him when he begins to shift and turn over, nearly crushing you.

you slip out just in time and his eyes open. “hi, sweets,” he says with a sleepy smile.

you bite back a sigh and feel heat in your cheeks again. hitting him with a pillow, you say, “rise and shine sleeping beauty! the day awaits!”

you’re the last ones to come down to the lobby and maddy, one of the producers, shoots you a look. you shoot a look back, one that suggested ‘i don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.”

the notification sounds from drew’s phone caught your attention. “what’s up with your phone?” you watch him scroll on his phone. “your phone’s been blowing up all morning? is it from all your side chicks?” you tease.

“yeah, becky and some others,” he smirks at you. “no it’s instagram. people are freaking out over the story i posted last night.”

you open your phone to a million notifications as well. if the do not disturb setting didn’t exist, there was no way you would’ve gotten any sleep.

oh my god they’re sleeping in the same bed !!!!!

does this confirm they’re dating??!

omg mom & dad 😍😍

mommy? sorry daddy? sorry mommy? sorry daddy?

he looks so good,,

“oh my god, they’re shipping us,” you say.

drew shrugs, “i mean they have been,” he looks over at you. “are you okay?”

“it’s fine,” you shut off your phone. “it’s just some comments. we’re professionals and this just feeds the fans. right?” part of you is scared. you felt like there were feelings being developed and the spotlight on the relationship between the two of you made you feel exposed.

“as professional as ghost hunters get,” drew says, forcing a chuckle, “but hey, let’s get this show on the road.”

[honeydewdrew]

Hey my sweet NC girl! Since you allowed me to keep requesting stuff I'll, sure as hell, take you up on that offer right now. Mind you— you don't have to write it if you don't want to, yeah? Okay, so I've been rewatching Love, Rosie last night, bawled my eyes you, jada jada. This just screams for a perfect hometown Drew and Y/N story? Like, them being in love with eachother since they could think, them having moments. Maybe even having that drunk kiss, obviously Y/N not getting pregnant by some random guy but definitely Drew leaving NC to fulfill his dream of being an actor in Hollywood. Y/N staying back because she never thought of herself as someone who could fit in in the Los Angeles lifestyle,— hoping Drew wouldn't find a girl there but the inevitable obviously happened. Y/N tries to distract herself with some guy they both went to college with— you know what I'm getting at, right? No matter how many times Drew finds himself being with a girl that's not her he's always going back to her, in a way. They always find their way back to eachother wether it be a family get together (his and her family are super close because they've been attached at the hip since they were like 3) or some hometown thing, maybe you could incoperate Brooke's graduation or Mack's wedding??? Omg that would be so romantic 🥺 And maybe they actually have their happy ending at the wedding? I hope you even know the movie, otherwise this isn't making much sense. I just know you can do this so well, describe live in NC to a t. Mean Something 10 was amazing, by the way!!! So excited what happens next, love you 💓

okay so you sent me this so naturally i went and watched the movie and can i say I CRIED LIKE A BABY? IT WAS SO GOOD SO THANK YOU FOR THIS REC!!!! also p sure this is one of the longest things i’ve written;-)

Kiss Me

pairing; drew x reader

warnings: language, alcohol, bffs to lovers scenario

seven

The boy next door.

The one who had became so quickly your best friend after your moms bonded over the flowers your mom planted at the mailbox.

Then, the two of you were attached at the hip, lying side by side while doodling, listening to music, running all over the backyard with your hair matted to your foreheads from sweat.

Your parents watched as the two of you climbed trees, fought dragons, and giggled way too hard at the fact one of you was hiccuping to the point you’d puke.

twelve

Middle school was terrifying, and there was nothing more terrifying than middle school boys.

Drew would ask you why you’d hang out with him if all of the other boys were so gross. “Because you’re not like them.” You’d blatantly reply.

The reality was that you were really learning about your emotions, your feelings, all of the things that a pre-teen girl was going through. And with a choppy haircut and all of the scary changes that both of your bodies were going through, you started to like each other… “like-like” you’d write in your diary.

sixteen

Drew pulled up to your house in a beat-up Honda, a squeal eliciting your lips as you trampled down the stairs. “I can’t believe it! You’re driving, by yourself!”

Drew stands tall inside the driver side door, grinning as he taps the top of the faded red roof. “Isn’t she a beaut?” You agree, patting the hood as you slide in the passenger seat. “You’re my first passenger, hold on.”

The two of you had a short lived adventure, leading the two of you to Cook-out and the local Wal-Mart where the two of you shared a tray of food and people watched.

Drew looked over at you as you attempted to suck the milkshake through the straw, complaining about how they were just too thick. He grinned, watching you as you struggled to take the lid off of the cup.

After minutes of struggling, you set down your cup and turn your body to face him. You have a smile on your face. “Okay, I have to tell you.” “Go on.” Drew turns his body towards you. “Grayson… asked me on a date! He invited me to the movies.” You squeal.

Drew feels his heart twist in pain, but quickly puts on a smile. “The-the senior?” “Yeah!” “Don’t you think he’s a little too old? I mean, we are freshmen.” Drew offers. “Oh, don’t get your tighty whiteys in a wad. He’s barely 18!” “And you’re only 15!” “I’m almost 16!”

sixteenth birthday party

Your hair was curled, dress on with heels to make you taller, make up to make you look older. You had every intention - to impress Grayson.

Every thought left your mind when Drew was the first to arrive, present in hand and a smile adorning his face. “Happy birthday, y/n/n! Now you can drive me around.” He wraps you in a hug, and you don’t miss the way the hug lasts a little longer than usual.

He pulls back, taking in your appearance. “You look… wow!” You grin at his reaction. “Do you think Grayson will like it?” You ask. Drew’s face falls. “Uh, yeah. He’d be crazy not to.”

The night passed on with dancing, singing, and more than enough sweets. But there was one thing missing… him.

While you tried to enjoy your night, his lack of his presence didn’t go unnoticed. You kept an eye on the door at all times, making Drew promise that he’d tell you if he slipped in. Drew continued to give a sympathetic smile when you’d make eye contact.

Drew made it his goal to make sure you had a good night by spinning you around in the middle of the living room while your friends danced around you. It seemed with every twirl, you were using it as an excuse to search around the room.

When the night came to an end without so much as a text or call, you finally let yourself cry.

It was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to be having the night of your life, and the one person you dressed up for didn’t even show up.

Drew walked in front the kitchen, after helping clean up the dirty plates and disposable cups, just to find you on the couch with your head buried in your hands.

“He didn’t come.” You struggle to get out. Drew rushes to your side, pulling you into him as you cry into his shoulder. “He’s not worth it, y/n. You deserve better.” He curses Grayson under his breath as he rubs your back. “You deserve so much better.”

prom

Drew watched Olivia from afar as the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in the library. When you looked up, eyes meeting where his followed, your stomach tied in knots.

Push it away, y/n.

“Dude.” You whisper, bumping his shoulder. “What?” He shakes his head, looking back to you. You force a grin on your face. “I’m sure she can feel a weirdo staring at her.” “Can you blame me?” He asks lowly with a laugh.

You shake your head, leaning over your paper to finish writing your notes. “Why don’t you just ask her to prom?” You say, not looking up. “Because we always said we’d go together.” He reasons.

You sigh. “Leo from English asked me, I turned him down for you, but I’m sure he’s still up for it. Go, don’t miss your chance.” You encourage. “Are you sure?” “Yes, now go.” You laugh as you shove him from the chair, earning a playful flick to your shoulder. “Fine.”

You had to remind Drew several times that he needed a new tie, considering it was going to match yours originally. When Leo picked you up, he hardly complimented you after a few forced pictures.

You gave your tickets to the chaperone running prom, as Leo led you in to all of his friends. Obnoxious and barely giving you the time of day, you stood around, watching others dancing and laughing, regretting your suggestion for Drew to take Olivia.

It hurt even worse when you caught sight of them, dancing like no one was watching closer to the front. You smile sadly, knowing it wasn’t fair for you to be upset, but you couldn’t help the feeling.

Leo grabs your hand, pulling you back into the group before attempting to dance with you. His body comes behind you, grinding behind you to his own beat - you weren’t even sure that the two of you were listening to the same song by how offbeat it was.

“Lookie what I have.” He pulls a flask out of his pocket, showing it off to his friends before passing it around. You take a swig yourself, in hopes that it’ll make the one night you should look forward to in your high school years go faster.

“I’m going to go get some punch.” You say over the music. Leo waves you off as you walk to the table lined with plastic table clothes and scoop some of the punch in the cup.

“Holy shit!” Drew comes towards you. “Look at you! Are you having fun? Where’s your date?” Drew is breathless as he scoops his own drink. You point over to the obnoxious group in the corner. “Where’s Olivia?” “She’s over there.” He points towards her, and it appears she gushing to her friends. You give a small smile. “Glad you’re having fun.”

You’re not sure how much alcohol Leo has consumed or where he’s found it, but you know he’s too far gone and anyone could see that. You roll your eyes at his slurred words.

Your arms are crossed and though you were only tolerating this and were prepared to call your parents for a ride home, the line crossed when his hand moved down to your butt and squeezed. You quickly slide out from his touch, which only results in him getting angrier and more handsy.

“Stop pushing me away.” He grunts, pulling you into him. “No, stop touching me like that.” You protest, attempting to pull him away. His group of friends seem to find entertainment at your struggle and suddenly you’re feeling defeated.

“I said stop!” You yell louder. This still doesn’t gather much attention, but enough for Drew to storm over and grab you from his grasp. “She said stop.” Drew argues, pulling you behind him. “Always coming to her rescue. You won’t be around forever for her, dude. She needs to get a grip.” With a shove to Leo, Drew is pulling you out to the sidewalk.

Olivia follows close behind, and wordlessly stands away from the two of you. “Are you okay?” You ask. “No. I’m just going to call mom to get me.” “No, shh, here.” He shimmies his jacket off, placing it around your shoulders. “I could take you home.” He offers. Guilt swirls in your body when you hear Olivia her throat.

“No, have fun with Olivia.” You assure. “I don’t mind.” He whispers. “I’m fine, Drew. I’ll get a ride home from Nat.” She says, annoyance laced in her voice. “Are you sure?” “Yep.” She walks off, the door to the gymnasium opening to reveal loud music and loud hollering. “Come on, I’m ruining your date.” You whine. “You ruin nothing for me.” Drew mutters, helping you up.

twenty-first

Blind-folded, you walked down what felt like a driveway, hands being held by Drew and your friend, Ana. “Almost there.” Ana says, a grin evident in her voice.

When you climb a few steps, you are ushered into the door and the three of you stop. You feel Drew’s fingers move to work on the tied bandana around your eyes before whipping it off, revealing your friends. Being home from college during your birthday paid off to see everyone you loved together - even your best friends that you’d made on campus.

The night scurried along while you bounced from person to person, thanking them for coming. No one hesitated to slip you another drink, and that’s to say your cup never went empty.

“Thank you for this.” You gushed to Drew who was leaned against the counter, placing more drinks on the counter. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He says with a grin.

You’d had one too many shots and you’d found yourself dragging Drew to the backyard where your friends were lamely dancing around with their alcohol filled systems. You were right there with them. You sang loudly to the music as you swirled around, holding onto Drew’s hand as he moved you back and forth.

You turned around, grinning as Drew pushed your hair from your face. “You’re the best.” With tequila coursing through your veins, you wrap your arm around Drew’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Drew eases into it, the long waited moment of his entirety is actually happening. You bust into a laugh, before grabbing his hand to refill your drinks. While his heart is racing, your mind is boggling the lights, music, and people.

The next morning, you wake with a groan, covering your eyes from the sun. “Shit.” You mutter. You slowly place your legs over your friends bed, who must’ve taken downstairs after the party with the rest of the stragglers.

With the sun blazing into your eyes, you almost stepped on Drew who was passed out with a tiny blanket barely covering his body. You grin as you topple down with him, causing him to quickly wake, eyes filled with sleep. “Y/n? You okay?”

“Barely.” You mutter. “Do you need ibuprofen? Water? I can go find some.” “Shhh, no. I just need to rest. I can’t remember a thing from last night.”

Drew’s heart turns in his chest. “Nothing?” He whispers. “Just getting severely fucked up. That’s it.”

moving away

You swallowed hard, attempting to hold back the tears that were welling up as Drew loaded his final bag into the car. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but you still had the drive to the airport and sending him off.

You walked away for a moment to gather yourself, being reminded that this would be the first time you’d been away from each other. Since you were young, the two of you had been inseparable, all the way into college years when you both got accepted into the same university.

Using the tips of your fingers to catch the tears before they started their travel down your face, you turned around at the words, “I’m ready.” You were, in fact, not ready though.

As you got in the car with Drew, his parents driving behind you, he took a moment before starting the car. “I told you, you could always come and we could get an apartment together or,” but that wouldn’t work. That wasn’t your life.

“Drew.” You say calmly. He gives a sad smile. “I know.” “It’s just not my life out there. This is your life. And I’m proud of you, so damn proud of you.” You give his hand a squeeze.

The airport was typically one of your favorite places. It built the excitement of preparing to travel, getting there early to binge on junk, read a book, and buy a coffee or two. But today, it was your least favorite place.

As you all walked into the sliding doors of the airport, you were greeted by the hustle and bustle of those trying to make it through TSA, get outside, or saying goodbye to their loved ones. That was the hardest part - saying goodbye.

You waited patiently as Drew triple checked his flight details and went down the line to say goodbye to his family. They branched away from the two of you as Drew stopped, dropping his bags to fulfill the hug he’d been dying for.

“Promise me you’ll visit?” He whispers, his lips right in your ear. “I promise.” “Just say the word and we can arrange something.” You grin through already free falling tears. “Okay, Starkey.” “I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you more.” His arms linger around you, his heart growing more and more sad.

“You gotta flight to catch, Carolina Boy. Go show LA what you’re made of.” You pat his back, but the several kisses he leaves on your temple doesn’t go unnoticed.

the first video call

“… and I’ve met so many amazing people. You would freaking love them.” Drew gushes over the pixelated screen. “I’m sure they’re great.” You grin, situating yourself on the bed to lay forward.

“I miss you, you know?” Drew says with a sigh. “I know, I know. I miss you too. But, it sounds like you’re making some great friends.” Drew attempts to perk up at your words, taking in your appearance through the screen. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“LA looks good on you.” You compliment his fresh tan, the way his hair has lightened slightly, and the way his blue eyes are complimented. “NC still looks good on you, but I think you should come give LA a shot.” “Never gonna happen.” Drew’s heart falls.

getting over her

Drew knew this was where he was supposed to be… right?

The lights flashed throughout the club, his friends teetering on tipsy to almost gone. Only having nursed two beers, he was content with the level of “let-loose” he was.

Ciara, a close colleague from a recent short film made her way into the seat next to him. “I’m thinking I need to get out of her.” She says, breathlessly. A grin adorns her face as she looks up at Drew.

Drew tries to look at his friend differently, tight ringlets, big brown eyes. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she wasn’t you. But - no matter what, it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t yet. So why would it now?

Drew takes his shot. “Yeah, me too. Let’s get out of here.”

meet Ciara

“I have someone I want you to meet.” Drew coos over the phone.

The last time you’d talk to him was over a week ago, not very like the two of you, but you both were busy.

“Okay.” You say, sitting up in your chair at your desk as you push strands of your hair back. “This is Ciara.” Drew looks nervous yet happy as he pans the camera to the woman next to him.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. She was gorgeous, beyond that. “Hi, y/n! Drew’s told me so much about you.” Maybe she’s just a friend. Hell, y/n, get yourself together. The two of you could never work. Let him be happy.

“She’s uh, my girlfriend.” Drew says to you, as Ciara cuddles into him. “That’s… awesome!” You push out. “I can’t wait to meet you. You are coming to visit soon, right?” Ciara gushes. “Uh, yeah! Not sure yet, but soon.” You nod.

getting over him

You sat across Ethan at the local Italian restaurant, hunched over plates in low light, sipping red wine. Legs are crossed and your laugh carries between the two of you as you reminisce on short-lived college days, and you’re wondering, why hadn’t we done this sooner?

Ethan is bold, reaching out to grab your hand as you talk. You smile down at your hands. “I’m glad we did this.” He breathes out, leaning back against the black leather, still holding onto your hand.

“Me too.”

visits

Visits between you and Drew became strained as the two of you became more busy. You were both in relationships, busy with careers, you with family affairs.

But then the holidays came faster than you’d anticipated and though your families always had a Christmas dinner together, you found yourself more nervous. This would be the first time the two of you met each other’s significant others, considering the times you’d visited him, Ciara would just so happen be out of town and mention of her was quickly dissipated between the two of you, and the weekends he’d fly to NC, Ethan would be working - though he know him from college.

Drew wasn’t necessarily fond of Ethan, knowing the reputation he’d had in college. Drew saw the way he was at parties, the way he carried himself, and the way he treated girls, and he could only hope that it would be different for you. You deserved it, even if it wasn’t him.

You straighten your red velvet dress, running down the stairs at the ring of the doorbell. Seeing Ethan only seemed to heighten your anxiety, the thought that Drew would be here in mere moments with the girl he’d happened to fall for.

“Hi Ethan.” Your mom says, smiling as he greets her with a hug. Ethan had become the true epitome of what your mom hoped you’d end up with - a man with career, dreams, a family man, all of the above. He checked everything off her list, but you were second guessing if he checked everything off you’re own.

The walk over to the neighbors seemed way too quick. Your parents knock on the door as Judi answers and ushers you in. She’s quick to grasp you in a hug, patting Ethan’s shoulder, as she lets you get in. “Gorgeous as always.” She grins.

Logan, Brooke and Mack greet you, always excited to see you at their door. Since their brother left, you had found yourself hanging out with them more to get coffee when Brooke or Logan was home and the most recent engagement party and excitement for Mackayla.

Last, but not least, Drew and Ciara appear from around the doorway, a grin hanging on Drew’s face. His arms circle around you in seconds, whispering an excited hello. “I missed you.” He whispers. As he pulls away, he holds his hand out to shake Ethan’s, a bored look on Ethan’s face as he grasps his hand. “Ethan.” “Drew.”

You watch as the night unfolds in awkward silences, looks between your parents, and the way Ciara has undoubtedly made it known that she doesn’t care what she says. “You would think Drew is in love with y/n with how much he talks about her.” She throws in as your parents attempt to reminisce on embarrassing stories about the two of you, that they thought would make them laugh.

Your parents share an awkward laugh as you push a smile and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

his heartbreak

The other end of the phone goes silent. “You okay?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling with your arm slung over your stomach. You hear Drew clear his throat. “Yeah, uh, she left.” “What do you mean?” “Decided we weren’t it for each other.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, I’m okay. So how are you?”

your heartbreak

“Sorry, babe. Gotta work late.” Ethan says on the other line. “I could swing by and drop dinner off.” “No, no. That’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” He says. “I can bring Chineeeese, your favorite.” You sing-song. “No, babe. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” “Okay, fine. I’m gonna jump off here and go find something to eat.” “Okay, talk to you later.” “I love you.” “You too.” You too.

You scroll through your phone, nothing looking very appealing. You decide to surprise Ethan, knowing how hard he seemed to be working late with all of his late nights. You order from the local Chinese restaurant, and go to pick it up to drop it off.

As you pull up to his work, you notice something. There’s not a soul there. And his car definitely isn’t there. Your heart begins to race as you find the gas and gun it to his house.

You see it. You see her. And her car.

You feel sick as you pull into the driveway, the crunch causing Ethan to turn his head. “Oh shit.” You see him mouth. He runs to your car. “It’s-it’s not what it looks like.” “No, we’re done.”

the right time

The string lights create the perfect ambiance through the venue, the way the night sky so perfectly lets the lights have their moment.

You cried as you watched Mackayla walk down the aisle, traces of white symbolizing the love between her and her now husband.

“I never had to question if you loved me.” Mack says. Your heart stops at those words, and you’re not sure if it’s the pregame shot she offered you earlier, the indulgence of love, or the fact you and Drew simultaneously made eye contact at those words.

The reception was quick to start with toasts and excitement. Drew finds a seat next to you, sidling close as he sets a drink in front of you. “I figured I’d grab you one.” “You figured right.” You say with a smile. “I can’t believe this day is finally here.” Drew looks around, watching the way everyone is so effortlessly joining their own conversations, showering the couple in love.

“Me neither. Time flew by.” You say. “It’s funny, I always thought it’d be me first.” “Really?” You look shocked, well aware of his lifestyle. “Well, I guess I just had these plans.” “With Ciara?” You whisper. Drew clears his throat. “No, actually.” You look puzzled as he keeps his gaze straight.

“My favorite people!” Mack says, wrapping her arms around the two of you. You’re sure Logan and Brooke have been coaching her to drink this evening. “You’re a wife!” You stand up the wrap her in a hug. “This could be you one day.” Mackayla says, drunkenly wiggling a finger in your face. “I need a man first.” You joke, catching glimpse of Drew’s eyes widening. “Come on, come dance. You promised you’d dance at my wedding, Drewseph.” “Yeah, yeah.” He says, hugging his sister as the three of you join the dance floor.

Mack holds both yours and Drew’s hands as the three of you turn to the music. Drew holds up his arms as both of you spin, laughter spewing from the three of you. Drew notices the way Mack’s hands drop from his as the next song comes on. “I’m going to go find my husband. Here you go.” She joins the two of you together before patting your hands and walking away. “May I have this dance?” Drew asks, a smile tugging his lips. “I suppose.” “Guess I’m getting that dance I never got at prom.” Drew remarks. Your mouth drops. “You’re the one that wanted to take Olivia!” You argue, a grin appearing.

“Just dance with me.” Drew says.

Well, life is ever changing but I

Can always find a constant and comfort in your love

With your heart my soul is bound

And as we dance I surely know that

Some kinda of heaven will be found

“Whatcha thinking about?” You look up to see Drew’s eyes fixated on you. “Just thinking about life. You know, I just wonder what it’d be like if you remembered your twenty-first birthday.” “Okay, that is the most random thing you’ve ever said.” You said, pulling back. “It doesn’t matter, it’s a secret I’ll never tell.” “You tell me all your secrets.” “Not that one.” “I’ll get it out of you.” You say, moving your hand to poke his chest.

“Do you ever feel like we’re looking for the right person in the wrong people?” “What do you mean?” “Like, you know exactly who you want but it seems so out of reach. But it’s not. At least you hope not.” Your heart flutters. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” You reply. “It may sound stupid, I don’t know.” “Not at all.” You say, rubbing his arm.

“We kissed.” “What?” “Your twenty-first birthday. We kissed. But you were so far gone and don’t remember it.” Drew whispers. “Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I thought you lied, because you didn’t want anything to change. Because you’re my best friend. My constant. I was terrified.”

Your mouth drops. “Drew Starkey. I have went years without knowing this.” “Well duh, why would I tell you?” “Because maybe it would’ve saved us from some heartache.” “What do you mean?” Drew asks, cheeks hurting. “Because it’s always been you. I always look for you in everyone I meet.” “And no one could ever be you. I, just, you’re you and, and…” “Kiss me.” “What?” “Kiss me. We deserve to have it.”

Drew’s heart is racing. His hands move from your waist, cupping both of your cheeks as he pours himself into this kiss. He’s slow, gentle, sets you on fire. Every year and moment poured into this kiss - a first real kiss between the two of you.

“I’ve waited too long for that.” Drew pulls back breathlessly. “You’re telling me.”

“Did I just see what I think I saw? Am I dreaming?” Brooke stands by with her mouth dropped. Drew grins before placing a hooked finger under your chin, pressing his lips to yours again. “I’d like to do this forever.” He whispers.

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[honeydewdrew]

quick brainstorm i’ve been holding in my head for the past few days:

imagine a taylor swift music vid for fearless (taylor’s version perhaps?) and it starts out with you and like two of your friends/roommates getting ready for your respective dates and the music vid follows each of your dates.

OF COURSE drew starkey would be cast as your date, duhdoy.. drew’s character would be this guy (could be a friend, could be an enemy? sorry I just love the enemies to lovers trope) you lost a bet to and you pick him up for the date. It starts out awkward but you make some pit stops through the busy town and warm up to each other and obviously do some taylor swift karaoke lol

your date would end up at this beautiful lookout point of the whole city (like all the cheesy movies do) where the two of you are enjoying the view, leaning on the hood of your car and fooling around

And once the bridge of the song hits, there’s that movie moment when you’re staring into each other’s eyes for a pause and then you go for the kiss and after a few seconds you pull back like ‘oh no sorry dude’ but he pulls you back in and it’s all laughs and fun and love

The rest of the song would just be more montages of the date LOL

And of course throughout the video, we’d have intercuts of the friend’s dates as well like one of your friends at a western themed bar with her girlfriend and the other friend at a paintball tournament with their partner or something LMAO

I’m so sorry for this I really just needed to get it out of my system haha

[honeydewdrew]

the bachelor franchise is so laughably terrible... but imagine a rafe! or drew!bacherlor au??

[honeydewdrew]

😳😳😳😳

by tanguy onakoy on IG

[honeydewdrew]

how do you think rafe would react if you kissed all over his face?

honestly he'd probably cry with how gentle and soft someone was finally treating him.

you'd straddle his waist, holding his face after a fight. his hands holding onto your hips, your thumbs rubbing over his jaw. you just looked at him, and he was ashamed to look at you. he promised no more fighting, but these kids were talking shit about him, you, his family, and he lost it.

you looked at him, leaning forward and kissing him softly. you pull away, kissing his nose, cheeks and forehead. you took your time, eyes closed as you kissed every inch of his skin.

you opened your eyes and pulled away, eyes widening as you saw him crying. "did i hurt you, rafe? i'm sorry"

rafe shook his head violently, looking at you. "no, baby. you did the opposite" he smiled, kissing you passionately. "i love you so much" he breathed, pressing his head against your chest as you two embraced each other for a while.

[honeydewdrew]

okay but once ghost files comes out and i get a feel of how the show works there, bfu!drew might just turn into ghost files!drew

so obx s3 AND ghost files announcement???

finals week party week

[honeydewdrew]

so obx s3 AND ghost files announcement???

finals week party week