#꒰ ⌗ trailerpark!mom!reader ♡ ꒱

[nativegirltapes]

trailerpark!mom!reader was just trying to go out to her favorite local bar when she met drew ........

warnings: i don’t think obx is actually filmed in outer banks but for this fic yes it is. this is basically just lots of dialogue but i’m just trying to fill in tp!mom!reader and drew’s lore. drew being tipsy + corniness & cliches

"we are getting fucked up tonight." your bestfriend shouted. it was thursday, which meant it was 'going out' night. your baby was safe with your sister, and you were in the passenger seat of your bestfriend's 2009 honda civic adjusting final touches to your makeup in the vanity mirror. "i fucking hope so. jason has been blowing up my phone all week, threatening to come steal baby." you applied another layer of lipgloss.

"are you fucking serious?" aubrey questioned, looking at you with loving eyes. even though you brought the topic up so casually, she knew it hurt you. "i love you." she branched her arms out over the car console, you accepted her embrace. "now let's get fucked up!" she gave you a kiss on your head. no one had ever made you feel as loved as she did.

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"sorry ladies," your usual bouncer stopped you and aubrey, "bars closed tonight. some cast rented it out."

"what?" you realized he wasn't joking. "what cast?" you furrowed your brows, wondering who the fuck would rent out a bar in the middle of nowhere, north carolina. "don't know, some show that's filmed here though."

"you can't just let us in?" you bestfriend proposed. "we know we're you're favorite. cmonnnn." the bouncer giggled, you guys definitely were his favorite, but unfortunately he wouldn't budge. "i wish there was something i could do. sorry girls."

"it's okay." you sighed, grabbing aubrey by her arm and dragging her to the side. she was one to cause a scene and you weren't in the mood to deal with that right now. "this is bullshit." she groaned. "i bet they're rich. rich people always ruining some shit for normal people like us." she circled around you. "can't even enjoy our thursday night anymore."

"it's okay, we can go somewhere else."

"you wanna get in?" an unfamiliar voice interrupted, before you could yank aubrey back to the car. both of you jolting your heads towards the voice. it was a tall pale man, a lit cigarette hung from his lips.

"yeah, can you get us in?" aubrey took no time taking up the offer, interrupting the prolonged eye contact you were sharing with this guy; he was cute and that was hard to find around here. "this way." he tossed his unfinished cigarette in the floor and stomped on it.

"thank you." you said as he held the door for you. as soon as you entered the bar you realized that maybe you really didn't belong there. thursday's usually had a solid crowd, and a familiar one at that. but there wasn't one familiar face aside from yours or your bestfriend's. "shit." you mumbled under your breath, the guy who let you in now long gone, entertaining a group of who you assumed were his friends.

finding a seat at the bar with aubrey, you asked the bartender what the deal was, "so, what's going on?" he poured you your usual. "some netflix cast rented out the bar for the night. outer banks or something?"

“oh, i’ve heard that show.” you replied, trying your best to discreetly look around, seeing if you seen any famous faces from tv, although you didn’t watch much tv. “i didn’t think they actually filmed that here?”

“me neither,” the bartender agreed, before leaving you and aubrey to tend to another person.

you watched as people danced, they all seemed well bonded, almost like family. you giggled at them, hoping one day you’d find a bond like that. you spotted the guy who had let you in, he danced pretty okay for a white guy. “should we dance?” you turned back to aubrey, practically shouting over the loud music.

“why are you even asking?” aubrey laughed, you knew her better than to ask if she wanted to dance, she was always down to dance.

you both danced together as ‘yeah!’ by usher played over the speakers, before you both had roaming hands all over you. you felt big hands wrap around lower stomach, “was hoping i’d come across you again.” a somewhat familiar voice whispered in your ear. you kept your back and ass to him, but turned your head to see his face, selfishly hoping it was the man who’d let you in, relief washed over you when you realized it was. “i was thinking the same thing.” you flirted.

“oh yeah?” he whispered in your ear again. the way he had lean down to reach your ear had your stomach doing flips. “why’s that?” you noticed his breath smelled of liquor and mint.

“i wanted to thank you again.” you answered, pushing your ass even closer to his crotch. flirting with men at the bar definitely was not foreign to you. “you don’t have to thank me. anyone would have let a pretty girl like you in.” he spun you around so you were facing him. “there’s that face.” he smiled, his bloodshot and droopy eyes staring down at you like you were the only girl to ever exist. this felt too intimate for your liking.

“so, why’re you here?” you grabbed his hands from your waist, just holding them with your own, you both still feeling the rhythm of the music playing. “you’re famous or something?”

“something like that i guess.” he shrugged, like he didn’t really want to talk about it. “why are you here?”

“i live here.” you said confused, wondering if he has expected a different answer. “i don’t want to sound like a creep, but you’re like, insanely beautiful.” his lips grazed your ear as he whispered to you. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if he actually meant it, but nonetheless you were flattered. a sexy— famous guy saying you were insanely beautiful?

“thank you.” you blushed, pulling your jean skirt down. usually you were good at playing a man’s game but this time felt different. this time felt like something could actually come from this and you hated it.

after some more ramble jamble on the dance floor, the mysterious man asked if you wanted to go outside. “wanna step outside for a minute with me?” he extended his hand, you accepted.

you watched as he lit a cigarette. it seemed like every ounce of outgoingness left your body, you loved talking to and entertaining men, but he just made you flat out nervous. “so you’re from around here?” he offered you a swig of his cig, you declined.

“yeah, just down the street. me and my bestfriend come here every thursday.” you watched his lips as he took a swig, the way his eyebrows furrowed from the smoke was hot. you hated people who smoked but there you were getting turned on over it.

“sorry about that again. i seen the whole fiasco with the bouncer.” he looked down at you. “i mean it’s not your fault.” you reassured him.

“sorry i never asked. what’s your name?” his voice seemed so much deeper and clear now that you two were outside, almost like he was fully sober. it made you question how drunk he actually was, and how much of what you told you he actually meant. “y/n!”

“i’m drew.” he held his hand out, you shook it. his hands was so much bigger than yours. matter of fact, everything about him was so much bigger than you.

before you could question drew and his ‘famousness’ any further you heard his group yelling his name. they were all getting into a limo. how famous were these people? they needed a limo? but you couldn’t recognize literally any of their faces? “i guess that’s me.” drew again, flicked his unfinished cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. “what’s your number y/n?” he pulled out his phone and pulled up the keypad.

you swiftly put in your number and called yourself. you never gave your phone number away to the men you entertained, it was your own personal rule you set for yourself. but something about this one was different and you just couldn’t say no. “i’ll see you around y/n.”

[nativegirltapes]

trailerpark!mom!reader 🥾🧺🛒 ╱ drew’s sweetheart !

tp!mom!reader who’s struggling to make ends meet but she never lets her daughter go without anything she wants or needs. she’d do literally anything if it was in the best interest of her daughter. spoiling her baby always comes first.

tp!mom!reader who loves going out to clubs and manipulating older men into buying her drinks when she’s got one of her homegirls babysitting for the night. having a kid hasn’t let her lose her spunk!

independent queen. accepting help or pity is the last thing tp!mom!reader would ever do. it’s a blessing and a curse, she can be kind of stubborn sometimes when all people want to do is help her. she hates feeling like people are treating her less than just because she has less. & definitely hates getting offered help just because she’s struggling.

hopeless romantic. she hopes that her match will come along, but has lost hope due to her terrible past with men. she fantasizes about a man coming into her life and treating her and her daughter like princesses, but has pushed that fantasy to the side to focus on her babygirl.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ trailerpark!mom!reader and drew wanting to make things work despite their major lifestyle differences

dinners with drew became a regular occurrence, every time he was in town for filming he made it his personal mission to take you out at least one night of the week. you argued with him every single time, saying you “didn’t need his money or free meals.” to which he always responded. “it’s not about that. i just want to spend time with you”. and even on weeks where he wasn’t in town filming, he still flew out. all for you, and all for your baby.

you’d gotten really comfortable with him, possibly even a little too much for your own liking, but you physically couldn’t help it. you’d never felt so loved and wanted in your life, and you felt that maybe just this once you deserved to actually feel it. he made you feel like you deserved it.

drew had done more than prove himself; he helped you out with home duties, he made time for you, he always stuck to his word, and he loved your baby like it was his own.

“i would give it all up for you. for baby.” drew confessed, you both lied on the ground of the grassy hill you found while wondering the downtown of the city, staring into the starry sky.

“what do you mean?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the dark sky in front of you, hoping he didn’t mean what you thought.

“i mean i’d give up everything for you. i’d give up all this hollywood bullshit to be with you.” drew sat up, he wanted you to take him seriously. he meant every word he was saying.

“cmon,” you giggled, also sitting up. “don’t say that.” you toyed with grass strands next to you, desperate for any sort of release for the nerves you were feeling.

“i’m going to say it because i mean it.” drew assured you. “i’m serious.”

“well that’s not necessary.” you laughed, you weren’t sure how to respond. it was nice to hear that drew was on the same page as you; wanting to take things serious, but on the other hand; were you really ready for something this serious? “you can still do your thing, and be here for me and baby. if that’s what you want to do.”

“i know but like,” drew hesitated, he wasn’t sure if it was his place to say what he felt, or if he should say it at all. “i want to be around for baby.”

“what?” you froze, dropping the miscellaneous strands off grass from your clammy hands. “around?”

“i love her.” drew confessed. “i love you.” he took your hands in his own. “i love you.” he repeated himself. “i want this to work.” you both fiddled with each other’s fingers. “okay.” you sighed. “we’ll make it work.”

[nativegirltapes]

literally just trailerpark!mom!reader and drew being cute and corny because drew is so in love with her ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

baby danced on the freshly vacuumed living room floor, the floor drew had vacuumed for you because he told you he "really wanted to help out more." you watched as her little feet moved too fast for her little body to keep up, she giggled to herself. you don't remember what it felt like to be that small and not care about anything, those years were too far gone. "it's alright." drew whispered, wrapping his muscular arms around you, the arms you'd gotten used to coming home to. "i told you she'd be in great hands." he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

drew had been spending more and more time at your house with baby, as much time as his filming schedule would allow him at least. and today was the first day you let him stay alone with baby for the whole day, it wasn't that you didn't trust him to watch her, you just weren't sure how she'd react to someone new. but she seemed more than happy.

"you're playing beyonce for her? really?" you teased, giving drew a peck on the lips. you unpacked your lunch from work, drew's eyes and body language followed you around the kitchen as you moved back and forth from the fridge to the counter. "teaching her young to be an independent woman.” drew tugged at your arm, he just wanted your full attention. “just like her perfect mommy.”

you giggled. “oh stop it.” you playfully pushed him away. “if anything, you’re the one taking away her mommy’s independence.” you teased drew, although it was partially true. ever since drew has been around he didn’t let you do anything alone as long as he was there; he cleaned for you, cooked for you, sent you money for ‘groceries’, he did it all. no one had ever taken such good care of you before, you didn’t know how to accept it and fully immerse yourself in this new love.

“how much longer until she notices i’m here do you think?” you looked over the counter at baby, making an attempt to change the topic. “don’t know, but let me enjoy the time i’ve got you to myself.” drew tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “you are so cliche.” you smiled, your pretty eyes staring up at him. “i know you love it.”

[nativegirltapes]

thinking real hard about this diva rn

oh!!! we know this diva and we loooove this diva !!!!!!

[nativegirltapes]

We miss tp reader 🩵🪽

this is literally so cute ohmygosh …. also that last pic of drew …. need him so bad …..

i miss her too … i have a few works for her in the drafts rn! i need to hurry up and finish one 🤒