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# DREW STARKEY — ACTORS ON ACTORS !

MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ drew and you participate in variety’s “actors on actors” series.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ cursing, talking about nude scenes, probably inaccurate acting experiences.

003. NOTE !

✯ sorry to all the actors i stole roles from😭 also zendaya is used as a face claim for the social media but the writing is inclusive and has no descriptors of physical appearance… or at least i hope so.

word count : 5,4k (chat i got carried away)

The cozy studio was bathed in warm light, designed almost as if to feel like a welcoming living room. Two plush chairs faced each other, separated by a low coffee table adorned with a few carefully placed books and a small vase of fresh flowers. Everything about the space was crafted to exude intimacy and warmth, inviting open conversation.

Drew Starkey entered the room first, his usual calm confidence mingled with a tinge of nervous energy. He smoothed his shirt absentmindedly and scanned the setup, trying to ground himself in the moment. He was used to being in front of cameras, but this felt different. This wasn’t just about promoting a project or answering rapid-fire questions on a press junket. This was you.

“Hello,” Drew started, a smile gracing his features as he took in the fact that he was sitting right in front of his number one celebrity crush. His hand hovered awkwardly in a small wave, as if he couldn’t believe this was real.

“Hi,” you said back, a giggle falling past your lips when you noticed his sheepish look. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he said, his voice just a little higher than usual. Drew cleared his throat, laughing at himself, which made you laugh too. “Sorry, I’m… a little nervous.”

“Oh, don’t be,” you reassured him with a warm smile. “I promise, I don’t bite.”

“Good to know.” He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “How are you doing?”

“I’m great, thank you. What about you?”

“Pretty good, can’t complain.” A laugh bubbled out of him, and subsequently, you. The way he rubbed the back of his neck made you think he was still pinching himself that this was happening.

The cameras rolled, capturing the easy charm and immediate chemistry between the two of you.

Drew’s grin widened as he began. “First of all, let me just say—I’m completely starstruck right now. I mean, the way you completely own every role you take on... it’s incredible.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, a bashful laugh escaping as you waved off the compliment. “Oh, stop it. You’re making me blush!”

“I’m serious,” he pressed, leaning forward slightly. “You’re like… the blueprint. If I ever get even halfway to where you are, I’ll consider myself lucky.”

“Well, now you’re just flattering me,” you said, your voice teasing but your cheeks undeniably warm. “But thank you, that’s so sweet. And honestly, you’re being way too hard on yourself. You’re incredible in Queer. You’ve got this natural charm that just lights up the screen.”

“Natural charm, huh?” He smirked, pretending to preen, which made you laugh again. “I’ll take that.”

“Good,” you replied, smiling. “You should, because it’s true.”

Drew’s gaze softened, the teasing giving way to something more earnest. “That means a lot, really. Especially coming from you. You’re like… Hollywood royalty to many.”

You tilted your head, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “To many, huh? And are you part of this many?”

Drew’s eyes widened, and he laughed, a little caught off guard. “Oh, absolutely. I’ve got a lifetime membership to the fan club.”

“Good to know,” you teased, crossing your legs and leaning back in your chair with an air of mock superiority. “I’ll have to start charging you membership fees.”

“Totally worth it,” he shot back, his grin widening.

“Well, thank you,” you said with a soft laugh, “So, we’ve both got some things in common, which I think is pretty cool.”

“Like working with Daniel Craig?” he asked.

“Yes! Honestly, I still reminisce about our time on set… he’s genuinely incredible, isn’t he?”

“He is, yeah. I found myself just admiring him and sort of forgetting I had to act too. He’s just… he’s on another level, for sure.”

“Daniel’s a master of his craft… Most of my scenes as Paloma in No Time To Die were with him, and at first I was so nervous because, like, what if I messed up in front of the Daniel Craig?” Drew let out a laugh at your words, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. “But when he noticed I was nervous he reassured me that it was all good. He’s just the best.”

“You’ve worked with so many high-profile actors.” You nod slightly at his words, as if it were the most common thing in the world. “Are you always nervous when meeting them, or was it just a Daniel thing?”

“It wasn’t just Daniel, no, but I think it depends. For example, when I did Oppenheimer with Cillian Murphy, for some reason I felt more relaxed… even though I had some nude scenes with him.”

“Nude scenes just make you connect, don’t they?” he joked, leaning back with a sly grin.

“They do, actually,” you replied, leaning into the banter. “You’d think they’d be worse, but honestly, with the amount of seriousness and concentration they take, it’s like you don’t have time to be nervous.”

“You clearly pulled it off flawlessly,” Drew said with mock solemnity.

“You did too in Queer.” You compliment him, “I watched it a few days ago, and the chemistry you had with Daniel was just off the charts.”

Drew’s face lit up, a mix of pride and bashfulness crossing his features. “Daniel’s an amazing scene partner. He really made it easy for me to tap into everything.”

“Well, it shows,” you said. “It was such a raw and beautiful performance. I might’ve shed a tear or two.”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to make me blush,” Drew teased, pointing at you with a playful squint. “But seriously, that means a lot coming from you.”

“Hey, give credit where it’s due,” you shot back with a grin. “You’ve got this way of making everything feel so real. Like when you’re in pain, we’re in pain. When you’re in love, we’re falling right alongside you.”

“Wow,” he said, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I don’t know what to do with all these compliments. This is the best therapy session I’ve ever had.”

You laughed, crossing your legs and leaning forward slightly. “Well, I’m glad I could help. But now I’m curious—how did you prepare for a role like that? I mean, it’s so emotionally intense, no?.”

“It was a lot of journaling, a lot of talking with Luca about backstory and motivations,” Drew explained, his tone more thoughtful. “And honestly, I kind of drew from real-life experiences. Not the exact ones, obviously, but just feelings of vulnerability and… wanting to be understood.”

“That’s beautiful,” you said softly, your smile turning tender. “It’s amazing how much of ourselves we pour into these characters.”

“Exactly,” Drew agreed. “And sometimes it’s terrifying, but when it resonates with people, it feels worth it.”

“It definitely resonated with me,” you assured him. “And I’m sure with countless others too.”

“That’s really nice to hear,” he said with a soft smile.

“How was it for you to work with Luca? Because I remember it being one of the highlights of my career.”

Drew’s eyes lit up at the mention of Luca Guadagnino, and he leaned forward slightly, as if the memory itself was a magnet pulling him closer. “Oh, working with Luca was… incredible,” he said, his voice laced with awe. “He’s got this way of creating such a safe, open space on set. It’s almost like he’s not just directing—he’s inviting you into this world he’s building in his head.”

You nodded eagerly, your own memories of working with Luca bringing a nostalgic smile to your face. “I know exactly what you mean. He makes it feel like you’re collaborating on this deeply personal piece of art, rather than just executing someone else’s vision.”

“Exactly!” Drew said, gesturing animatedly. “And he has this way of pulling things out of you that you didn’t even know you had. Like, he’ll ask you one simple question, and suddenly you’re diving into this emotional rabbit hole.”

You laughed, tilting your head in agreement. “He asked me once, ‘What would this character, Maren in my case, dream about?’ and it completely changed how I approached the next scene.”

Drew’s mouth dropped open in mock surprise. “He asked me the exact same question!”

“No way!” you exclaimed, your laughter spilling out in disbelief. “I love that! It’s honestly such a deceptively simple question, but it opens up so many layers.”

“It really does,” Drew said, chuckling. “And then you’re sitting there like, ‘Okay, now I have to rethink everything I thought I knew about this character.’”

“It’s kind of genius, though,” you added. “He makes you work harder, but not in a way that feels forced. It’s like… he trusts you to figure it out, but he gives you these breadcrumbs to follow.”

“Exactly,” Drew said again, his tone growing softer. “I think that’s why his films feel so intimate, he gets the human part so right.”

You smiled, letting his words settle in the air for a moment. “I think that’s what makes working with him feel like such a privilege. It’s not just about telling a story—it’s about feeling it.”

Drew nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “And those are the moments that stick with you, you know? The ones where you felt something real, even if it was just for a moment.”

“Completely,” you agreed, your voice soft with sincerity. “Those moments are why we do this.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the weight of the conversation settling in the cozy studio. Then, Drew broke the quiet with a grin. “Okay, but did Luca make you do those impromptu rehearsals at, like, the crack of dawn?”

“Oh my God, yes!” you burst out, your eyes widening. “I’d just roll out of bed with zero coffee and somehow be expected to pour my soul into a scene.”

Drew laughed, his face lighting up. “Right? It’s like, ‘Good morning, here’s your emotional breakdown for the day.’”

You laughed along with him, the shared experience adding another thread to the easy camaraderie forming between you. “But honestly, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“Same,” Drew said, his expression softening again. “For Luca? Anytime.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, your eyes locking with his for a moment before the warmth of the studio light reminded you both that the cameras were still rolling.

Drew shifted in his seat slightly, his expression thoughtful. “You know, it’s kind of wild—hearing you talk about all these incredible experiences. You’ve been doing this for so long, and yet it’s like you’re just getting started.”

You tilted your head with a small smile. “That’s sweet of you to say. But yeah, I guess I have been in this industry for most of my life. It’s all I’ve ever really known.”

Drew’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s crazy to think about. I didn’t even consider acting until after college. You must’ve been, what, ten? Eleven?”

“Eight, actually,” you corrected with a chuckle. “My first role was in this little indie film. I was basically just the kid who ran around in the background eating ice cream, but I thought it was the coolest thing ever.”

He laughed, clearly amused. “That’s adorable. And now you’re the Hollywood It Girl. No big deal.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, your laughter light. “Oh, stop it. But yeah, it’s been a journey. Growing up on sets definitely shaped me, for better or worse. Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like to have a more ‘normal’ childhood.”

Drew’s smile softened. “That must’ve been such a whirlwind. I can’t even imagine starting that young. I didn’t even think about acting seriously until high school.”

“Oh, I’ve read about that!” You said, your voice lighting up. “You were all about sports growing up, right?”

“Yeah,” Drew admitted with a chuckle. “I was your typical small-town kid—baseball, basketball, you name it. I was convinced I was going to go pro in something, but clearly, that didn’t pan out.”

“Well, I think acting suits you pretty well.”

“Thank you,” he says with a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “But yeah, the real shift happened in high school when I joined a drama class. It was all Samuel Beckett and absurdist plays, which at the time I thought was the coolest thing ever.”

You leaned forward, intrigued. “So that’s what pulled you in? Drama class?”

“Pretty much,” he said with a nod. “And then I went to Western Carolina for college. I double-majored in English and theater, thinking, ‘If this acting thing doesn’t work out, I’ll at least have a backup plan.’”

“That’s so realistic of you,” you said with a laugh. “Meanwhile, I was ten, telling anyone who’d listen that I was going to win an Oscar one day.”

“And look at you now,” Drew said, gesturing to you with an almost reverent smile. “You made it happen.”

You chuckled, a bit flustered by his admiration. “Well, not quite, just an Oscar nominee for now. But thank you. You know, I think your journey’s pretty incredible too. A double major? That’s no joke. And starting later in the game like you did… it must have felt like a slow burn, but it’s clearly paid off.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Drew said thoughtfully. “It was definitely a slower burn for me. I didn’t land my first real gig until I’d been auditioning for what felt like forever.”

“I think that makes your journey even more special,” you said, your tone sincere. “You came into it with all this life experience and maturity. It shows in your work, you know? There’s this depth to your performances that’s just… rare.”

Drew’s ears turned a little pink, and he laughed softly, glancing down at his hands. “Wow, you’re gonna make me blush over here.”

“Good,” you said with a teasing smile. “It’s only fair after all the compliments you’ve been throwing my way.”

He looked up, his grin sheepish but warm. “Touché. But seriously, hearing that from someone like you—someone who’s been at this for so long and is so insanely talented—it means a lot.”

“Well,” you replied with a playful tilt of your head, “I think it’s safe to say we’re officially mutual fans.”

Drew laughed at that, the sound easy and genuine. “I can live with that.”

The conversation shifted into more comfortable territory as the two of you shared experiences, trading stories about acting and the film industry. Drew, now feeling at ease, leaned forward with renewed interest.

“You know,” he began, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, “I've been thinking about how different TV shows and movies are, especially when it comes to the pacing and character development. Like, in a show, we have to maintain this ongoing energy for the characters over multiple seasons. But with movies, it’s a totally different vibe, right?”

You nodded, understanding immediately where he was going. “It’s definitely a huge shift. With TV, you’re given time to build on a character slowly. Every episode is another chapter, so you can explore new facets of them and keep the audience hooked for longer periods of time. But movies, they’re this intense sprint. You have to get everything across in just two hours or so, but in a way that feels just as layered and satisfying.”

Drew's eyes lit up with excitement, clearly passionate about the topic. "Exactly! You have to balance the action and suspense while still giving the characters these moments of vulnerability. Over multiple seasons, you can really let them grow and change. It's like a slow burn. But when you're doing a movie, you don’t have the luxury of that buildup. It has to be this concentrated emotional punch right from the start.”

“That’s one of the biggest challenges of film, for sure," you agreed. "In a film, every second counts. You can’t afford to waste a moment. But I think what’s also interesting is how both mediums can explore a character’s journey from different angles. TV shows can dive into their backstory in more detail, but movies... they really need to hit those emotional beats and leave an impact without dragging it out."

Drew smiled, clearly engaged in the discussion. “In TV shows you need that perfect balance of suspense, character development, and personal growth. And then, at the end of the season, you drop a huge bombshell that leaves people wanting more.”

You laughed, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Sounds like you’ve been doing some serious thinking about it. What’s the secret to keeping the audience hooked without losing the depth of your character?”

He leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “Well, I think it’s about letting the characters evolve with the story. You need to make sure the audience sees the human side of your character, even when they're in these crazy situations. It’s what keeps people invested in the long run.”

“You’ve really got the process figured out,” you said with a smile. “But you’re right—it’s a different rhythm for TV. With a movie, you get to go deep quickly, but with a show, you have to keep it dynamic and varied. And let’s not forget, you need that cliffhanger at the end to make people binge-watch the next season.”

Drew’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re giving away all the secrets! Next thing you know, people will be expecting a cliffhanger every time they watch a movie."

“Well, movies and TV are both art, but they demand different approaches,” you said, “and you’re doing an amazing job balancing both. I’m honestly so excited to see where your career goes next. Both worlds are lucky to have you.”

He chuckled softly, clearly humbled. “Thanks. I think I’m just lucky to be a part of both. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be in a show that gets people talking for days?”

“Right? You’ve got Outer Banks, which has such a dedicated fanbase, and then movies like Queer that touch people in such a different way. It’s amazing to watch your versatility.”

He leaned in slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m just trying to keep up with you. Honestly, your transition from action to more emotional roles is inspiring. I hope I can pull off something even close to what you’ve done with your career.”

Your smile softened, your voice sincere. “Well, you’re already doing it, Drew. You’re already there. It’s not just about the roles—it’s about the heart you put into them. And you’ve definitely got that.”

Drew’s smile faltered for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. His gaze softened, as if he were truly reflecting on what you’d said. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms but keeping his eyes on you, his expression thoughtful.

“It's crazy, isn't it?” He began, his voice a little quieter now, “The idea of giving so much of yourself to something that feels so... intimate. But when it works, when the audience feels it too, there's nothing like it.”

“Exactly,” you agreed, your voice a little quieter now. “That's the real magic, when the audience feels like they know the characters, like they're right there with them. It’s not about the plot twists or the fancy sets—it’s about the emotions that we build and share with them.”

Drew nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting away for a moment before returning to you. “Speaking of emotions, I just saw your new movie, We Live In Time,” he said, his voice taking on a softer tone. “It’s one of those films that stays with you, you know? It’s raw in a way that makes you uncomfortable, but it’s also beautiful. How did you tap into that for Almut?”

Your expression softened as you thought back on the experience. We Live In Time had been a journey—a raw, almost therapeutic one. “It was an emotional rollercoaster, honestly,” you said, leaning back slightly, letting the memory settle in. “I think the hardest part was showing that moment where her whole world shifts. It was such a raw, profound type of emotion I had to channel in order to do justice to the character and her experiences.”

Drew sat back, letting the weight of the conversation settle. “I think that's what makes your career so incredible. You never just play a character. You become them. And you take us with you. Every heartbreak, every triumph, every moment of doubt... we feel it all with you. That's what makes your work so powerful.”

You met his gaze, feeling the depth of the conversation linger between you both. “It’s all about connection, right? Connecting with the character, with the audience, and with the emotions that we all share as humans. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just trying to make sense of time, love, and the moments we get.”

Drew smiled, his expression genuine and soft. “Well, you’ve definitely made sense of it for me. We Live In Time—it’s not just a movie. It’s a reminder to cherish what we have. And that, in itself, is something special.”

You smiled back, your heart full as you let the words sink in. “Thank you, Drew. That’s really sweet of you.”

You both shared a comfortable silence for a moment, before Drew broke it with a playful grin. “You know, it’s clear you’ve mastered the art of vulnerability on screen, but I can’t help but wonder—did you ever have moments on set where it was just... impossible to take things seriously?”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Oh, absolutely. In fact, as a kid, it was all impossible to be serious,” you admitted, shaking your head at the memory. “I remember this one time during a scene on set when I was probably around 9 or 10. We were supposed to be doing this emotional scene, and I had to cry on cue. But instead of crying, I couldn’t stop giggling. It was a dramatic moment, and my co-star was all serious and trying to get through the scene, but I just... lost it.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Giggling during a dramatic scene? What happened?”

“Well, my director, bless her heart, kept trying to give me these 'serious actor' looks. She was this no-nonsense kind of woman, and she had this way of narrowing her eyes when things weren’t going well. I tried my best to hold it together, but then my co-star—who was way too good at being serious—looked at me and just gave this super intense stare, and that was it. I burst out laughing right in the middle of the take.”

Drew chuckled, shaking his head. “I can just picture that. You were probably trying to hold it together, but it must have been so hard with all that tension in the air.”

“I swear, the more I tried not to laugh, the harder it became,” you continued, grinning at the memory. “It was one of those moments where you’re like, 'Why am I even here? I can’t do this.' But somehow, I got through it. The director had to take a deep breath, and we did a few more takes. Eventually, we got it done, but I think we all were on the verge of cracking up the whole time.”

Drew let out a laugh, clearly imagining the scene. “I can’t blame you. I feel like as a kid, you have no filter. Everything feels like a joke, and it’s so hard to be serious when everyone else is trying so hard.”

“You have no idea,” you said, your voice still light. “There were so many times I’d be doing a serious scene, and I’d start thinking about something random, like a certain meme or a funny sound someone made on set—and then, bam, it was game over. I’d be holding in a laugh like my life depended on it.”

Drew smirked, leaning in a little. “I totally feel that. I mean, as an adult, I still have moments where I struggle to keep a straight face. I once had a scene where I was supposed to be super intense, but the prop guy was standing just out of frame, and he made this ridiculous face at me—completely threw me off. I couldn’t stop laughing, and it ended up taking hours to finish the scene because we kept cracking up. Honestly, I think the crew started to get annoyed with us after a while.”

“See?” you said with a grin. “It never really changes. Truthfully, the older you get, the harder it becomes to hold it in. But then you look at the footage and realize how much fun you actually had, and that makes it all worth it.”

Drew nodded thoughtfully, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Yeah, that’s the thing. Sometimes it’s the moments you didn’t plan for that end up being the most memorable. Like when you have a laugh on set, and suddenly you feel closer to everyone, even though you’re supposed to be in character.”

“Exactly,” you said, your smile widening. “There’s something so beautiful about those unscripted moments. It reminds you that acting is, at its core, about connecting—whether that’s through laughter or the heavy stuff. And even though I had my fair share of giggling fits as a kid, I think those moments taught me just as much as the serious ones. Maybe more.”

Drew leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “It's funny how those little moments—like a laugh in the middle of a serious scene—can end up being the ones you remember the most. I think those are the ones that make the work feel real, you know?”

You smiled, your gaze distant as you reflected on the years of working on sets. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“Yeah, like those unscripted moments,” Drew added, his voice quieter now, as if the weight of the sentiment lingered in the air. “They give the performance an authenticity that you can’t get from just following the script to a tee.”

You nodded, the words hanging between you like a shared understanding. “Exactly. And as a kid, I was so focused on getting it ‘right’—on being perfect—that I missed the beauty of just being in the moment. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized how important it is to let go of the idea of perfection. It's in those mistakes, the wrong takes, the bloopers—that's where you find the truth.”

Drew's expression softened, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. “I think it’s key not to be afraid to show the mess, the imperfect parts of a character, because that’s what makes them human.”

A small chuckle escaped you, the warmth of the moment filling the studio. “Right? We’re all just a little bit of a mess, trying to figure it out, but that’s what makes the journey worth it. We’re constantly learning, constantly evolving, and we bring that to our work. The growth, the mistakes—it all shapes us.”

Drew nodded, his gaze shifting as if reflecting on those same ideas. “Yeah, and the growth never stops, does it? Just when you think you’ve figured it out, something new happens, and it challenges you again.”

“That's the beauty of it,” you said, your voice quieter now, the bond between you both deepening. “The challenge is what keeps it exciting, keeps you moving forward.”

Drew grinned, a playful spark lighting his eyes once more. “Well, I guess we’re both lifelong students of this thing called acting, huh?”

“Absolutely,” you said with a laugh, the lightness returning. “And just like any good student, we’ll always be learning. Who knows, maybe we'll even get better at not laughing in the middle of dramatic scenes.”

Drew let out a hearty laugh, nodding enthusiastically. “I think that’s going to take years of practice, honestly.”

You both shared a moment of genuine laughter, the warmth of your conversation filling the space around you. You leaned back into the chairs, the laughter still lingering in the air, a sense of camaraderie that made the space between you feel comfortable and open. You continued sharing stories, moving seamlessly from one experience to the next.

The conversation began to slow, the easy flow of stories fading into a comfortable silence, as you both shared an unspoken understanding. The light laughter that had filled the room now felt like a warm, lingering hum between you.

Drew shifted slightly in his chair, his gaze turning toward you with a subtle, thoughtful expression. “You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I really hope we get to work together sometime. I think it’d be incredible. It’s the kind of thing where I can already imagine what it’d be like. Just... easy, real. Like this.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you kept your composure, offering a smile that spoke volumes. “I’d love that. If you receive a call from your manager these days… maybe I had something to do with it, so be prepared.”

The air between you both was charged, the quiet intensity of the moment not lost on either of you. There was something unspoken, something deeper that neither of you addressed outright but that seemed to hang there all the same. The connection was undeniable, yet it lingered in the silence, unspoken, but clear.

Drew finally broke the spell with a playful grin, his eyes flicking back to yours. “Oh, I’ll be ready. Can’t wait to see what magic we create together.”

You returned his smile, your heart racing ever so slightly, though you kept it hidden behind the ease of your words. “I’m sure it’ll be something incredible.”

As the interview wrapped up, there was a lingering sense of something unspoken between you both, an attraction that neither of you had to mention but was so clearly felt. The kind of connection that could only be hinted at, but would never truly fade. It was the kind of moment that would stay with both of you long after the cameras stopped rolling.

“Thank you,” you said softly as the final moments of the interview started to loom, your voice carrying a depth that reflected everything unsaid between you. “This has been amazing. Honestly, it feels like we’ve been talking for hours, and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough.”

He nodded, his expression soft but genuine. “I feel the same way. This has been one of the most honest and open conversations I’ve had in a long time.”

The crew began to pack up, signaling that the interview was at its end, but neither of you seemed in any hurry to break the moment. The usual chatter and movement around you felt distant, as if the two of you were in your own world for just a little longer.

“You know,” Drew said, his voice quieter now, a hint of sincerity threading through, “I think we make a pretty good team even just sitting here talking. Imagine what we could do with a whole script.”

Your smile softened, and you nodded, the words feeling right, but the undertone of something more—something unsaid—hung in the air. “Yeah, I think we’d be unstoppable.”

The moment stretched between you both, filled with the kind of comfortable tension that comes when you realize you’ve shared something real. Something that felt like it could turn into something more.

You both stood up, a final, lingering moment before the usual goodbye. Drew extended a hand, his gaze holding yours a beat longer than necessary.

“Take care, okay?” he said, his voice warm, like the words carried more than just a polite farewell.

You shook his hand, the warmth of his touch lingering just a moment longer than expected. “You too, Drew,” you replied, your voice soft yet carrying an undercurrent of meaning that mirrored his own.

As you turned to gather your things, you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder. He was still standing there, watching you with that same thoughtful expression, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The faintest smile curved his lips, as if he were replaying the conversation in his mind.

“See you around,” he called out, the words simple but loaded with promise.

“Yeah,” you said, meeting his gaze one last time. “See you around.”

Walking away, you felt a peculiar lightness, as though something intangible had shifted, leaving you both exhilarated and curious. It wasn’t every day you met someone who made you feel seen in such a profound way, and as you left the studio, you found yourself smiling, a quiet hope blooming in your chest.

And for a fleeting second, you allowed yourself to wonder what could come next.

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#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙱𝙾𝚃. :͓̽ ooc.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙼. :͓̽ self promotion.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷. :͓̽ promotion.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙽'𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻. :͓̽ edit.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴. :͓̽ dash games.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷. :͓̽ saved.#⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙻𝙴. :͓̽ wishlist.#⁽ 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃. :͓̽ 001.#⁽ 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽. :͓̽ 002.#⁽ 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂. :͓̽ 003.

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tomahachi12 · 6 months ago

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What's the story behind your drone-sona? Since she has the Cabin Fever tag, I was curious what's the story behind her.

BUCKLE UP, IT'S A LONG ONE (some of this is headcanon crap, so not all info would be show accurate)

Toma (012) was a just regular worker drone working within the offices of the JCJenson Mining Facility.

The area of the offices she worked in had drones split into small groups to complete larger projects. She was part of the group which included Nori (002), Yeva (048) and Alice (017) (I LOVE THEM LEAVE ME ALONE).

She was usually tasked with taking paperwork back and forth between her group to turn in or for them to work on, something she was.. pretty bad at.

Because of Nori's shenanigans, their group often got in trouble with the humans.

At some point, Drones began to be selected from a lottery pool to be transferred to the lower levels of the facility. At first, the Humans would play this off as a "promotion" of sorts in order to keep the drones from becoming suspicious of their intentions and keep their minds at ease.

As time went on, the humans dropped the façade and the drones began to fear these selections, given that the chosen drones were never seen or heard from again after being selected.

Eventually, Toma's ID was drawn as the next to go. (she was chosen first out of their group, next was Alice, then Yeva and Nori was the last)

Toma was taken down the Cabin Fever Labs to be used in the "Solver" experiments.

When she was infected with the Solver Program, it took her over instantly. She was quickly given an early version of the patch (1.5.8) before causing too much damage.

The effect of the Solver's code on her body left her lethargic and forgetful. Since she was patched early, she cannot use the solver, but still suffers from it's effects; occasional possession, the need to consume oil, ect..

Not being able to provide much information for their research, the humans mostly kept her bound in her locker. Sometimes they even forgot she was in there.

Before the core collapse, she was able to escape her chains and wondered around the mines for a minute before the eventual implosion.

She was blown out the facility and somehow managed to survive, not only the blast, but even the crash back down to the planet. Though it knocked her offline for a time, causing anyone that found her to think she was dead.

RIP Toma lol

After she eventually woke up, she stayed put for a few months, hiding out in the outer buildings of the facility until she was found by another worker drone.

This drone invited Toma to join his colony, Outpost 9. She agreed and followed him to the base (wow Toma, ever heard of stranger danger gdamn..)

Toma was welcomed in this colony and she lived there for several years, learning how to live a life free from human-control. She was even able to pick up an old hobby she was never allowed to do back at the offices, drawing.

The nightmares gave her plenty to draw anyway.

Eventually, it all went to shit when the Murder Drones showed up, popped that base open like a soda can, and killed everyone inside.

Toma's solver kept her hidden long enough her to escape unnoticed. She needed somewhere to go and began to make her way toward the city she saw in the distance.

( oh hi, Y )

It took a while but she made it to the City only to find, you guessed it, more Murder Drones. She somehow managed to dodge them as well and found her way to some very large doors that resembled the ones back at her old colony. She frantically banged on the doors, shouting for help as she Murder Drones closed in on her.

The doors suddenly cracked open and a hand reached out, grabbing hold of Toma's coat and pulled her inside before slamming shut again.

She was met by a group of drones all sitting around a table, seemingly playing cards. The drone that pulled her in helped her up to her feet. After checking if she was alright, he introduced himself as "Khan" the apparent leader of this colony. Outpost 3.

She was welcomed in` just as warmly as she was in her last colony, and settled in easily, but soon found this colony was quite.. different from her old one. There were.. "kids" running around, and "babies" and... "teenagers".. Some drones were even married.

She also found out that every adult drones had to contribute to their society as well, unless they were raising children. Everyone had a job, and Toma was expected to have one as well.

She decided to join the Worker Defense Force, mostly as "watchman". She was tasked with doing patrols around the colony, looking out for any potential problems or weak points that could cause a breach.

She was pretty bad at it since she kept falling asleep while on patrol or forgetting where she was suppose to be.

The others were very forgiving toward her, though, but they figured she needed a different job.

After taking note of her interest in art, she was given the job as the new Art Teacher for the school.

Now if only she could stop falling asleep in class..

TL;DR/I only looked at the pretty pictures:

Toma was part of the Solver Experiments and now lives at Outpost 3 as the resident dumbass Art Teacher.

#fjskdlafjsd #I forgot this was in my drafts #lol #murder drones #murder drones oc #murder drones oc toma #murder drones uzi #murder drones khan #murder drones nori #murder drones yeva #murder drones alice #murder drones sarah #murder drones oc y #toma art #long post

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heyarei · 1 year ago

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MAGNETIC - park wonbin

SYNOPSIS 𓂃 ࣪˖ it’s not easy having a crush on the most popular guy in school. For starters, almost everyone had a crush on wonbin and you’ve already established the fact that you'll never get a chance with him, as you were no special from the others in your school... or at least that’s what you believed

PAIRING 𓂃 ࣪˖ popular!wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE 𓂃 ࣪˖ social media au + school au, reader is delusional, wonbin is in denial (in the beginning) she fell first, he fell harder(?), crack

CAST 𓂃 ࣪˖ winter of aespa as y/n, gaeul of ive, haewon of nmixx, eunseok + seunghan of riize, beomgyu of txt, gyuvin of zb1, etc

WARNING(s) 𓂃 ࣪˖ profanities and some insensitive (ex. kys/kms) jokes

STATUS 𓂃 ࣪˖ ongoing

START: 3/31/2024 ➜ END: ________

PROFILES ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 LEMONHEADS・BORN TO BE LOSERS

001・OMG.. WHO IS SHE?

002・I GUESS IM STUCK FOREVER BY THE GLUE

003・YOU'VE BEEN PROMOTED!

004・HE LOOKS SO CUTE WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER

005・BUT I DON'T WANNA WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE

006・LOVE IS A WASTE OF TIME

007・YOU'LL GET OVER IT

008・I COULD BE A BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM

009・TIRAMISU CAKE TIRAMISU CAKE

010・SHE 10/10 LOOK GOOD FROM FRONT AND BACK

MORE TO COME !!!

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<CLOSED, SORRY :( >

#riize smau #riize social media au #riize #riize imagines #park wonbin #wonbin #wonbin imagines #riize x reader #wonbin x reader #kpop smau #socmed au

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healcrs · 7 days ago

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𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦, 𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗥 & 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗥. 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗚𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘.

❛❛ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳��. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. ❜❜

𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗧: @inbeautifulruins 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗧: @healcrs

#002. | 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☤ promotions #chicago med rp #one chicago rp

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digi-lov · 2 months ago

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DemiVeemon BT20-001 and Bebydomon BT20-002 by Iori Sunakura, Bibimon BT20-003 and Pinamon BT20-004 by yuuki., Kapurimon BT20-005 by koki, and DemiMeramon BT20-006 by Takeuchi Moto Full Art Box Topper from the Box Promotion: Special Booster Ver.2.5

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modanisgf · 1 year ago

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LIKE , HANNI PHAM

✎ SUMMARY — in which hanni makes an album about her crush, choosing to never release it for obvious reasons. but what happens when her friend accidentally leaks the album, her crush even promoting it?

✎ PAIRING(S) — musician!hanni x actor!reader

✎ GENRE — fluff, angst, wlw, mutual pining, hanni as beabadoobee (music), reader is implied to be like marsai martin, fake dating, lots of drama (sorry..)

✎ WARNING(S) — kys jokes, profanity, hanni and yn have some insane fans…, updates may be slow, nothing is real!

✎ FEATURING — newjeans, gunwook and matthew of zb1, sunoo and riki of enhypen

✎ CREDS — dividers from @/cafekitsune!

✎ STARTED 4/30/24

✎ ENDED 6/20/24

masterlist

profiles— frank ocean enjoyers, worlds best actors

001 — wdym hanni pham new album..

002 — HYEIN????

003 — its over for hanni

004 — i think we got the wrong traction..!

005 — hybe is NOT happy 🥰

006 — boyfriend

007 — oh they’re onto us..

008 — love scenario

009 — fuck overwatch

010 — the boy is mine

011 — take a bite

012 — chicago

013 — 4me 4me

014 — mariah’s so real

015 — let me love you

bonus — happy birthday matthew!

016 — maniac

017 — sunsetz

018 — my kind of woman

019 — set (hanni) me free

020 — hanni’s back?

# ACT TWO — LUNCH.

021 — dating era

022 — the fair

023 — birds of a feather

024 — don’t wanna break up again

025 — dimple

026 — just a little bit

027 — cry

028 — a pearl

029 — right side of my neck

030 — bags

031 — ivy

032 — i wish i hated you

033 — die for you

034 — supernatural

035 — forever & always

036 — one more last time

037 — bambi

038 — still monster

039 — crash my car

040 — like

TAGS 🏷️ (CLOSED): @jayjj7 @haerinsloverr @aribunnu @masuowo @multiliker @winieter @sewiouslyz @edenzeepy @popasi @home2venus @ghstvr @technicallyimportantsweets @he------len @yukianism @yeetaberry127 @haechansbbg @linnnsworld @sixflame438 @emotionallyrin @gtfoiydlyj @inosfavgf @rvoulte @hotluvlet @sserajeans @saysirhc

#k-labels #newjeans #newjeans hanni #newjeans smau #newjeans x reader #kpop x reader #kpop smau #newjeans fanfic #kpop fanfic #hanni pham x reader #hanni x reader #hanni pham #Spotify

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eroticismzz · 2 months ago

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PROJECT — academic!onyankopon

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, degredation, petnames, blowjob, cursing, penetration, slight overstim, hate sex, enemies with benefits, modern!au

002. w/c: 2.3k

God forbid if you were given a break, it was your second semester of your third year in your class as you’d been promoted to group work for the final in your economics class. It’d never been an issue to you– until you’d been grouped up with him. You swore he existed just to piss you off, the one and only Onyankopon.

Every chance he got he’d try to one-up you. Whether it be a class discussion or a simple statement towards the professor, he knew it pissed you off too. He’d look at you with that dumb little smirk just to deepen the wound. But you had to push it aside for a grade.

“Hey, add my number. I’ll text you the details on when to meet at my dorm.” Is all you said, holding a hand out expectantly for him to offer his phone.

He stared at you with a dumb expression, his brows furrowed. “What?”

“I’m trying to get this out the way so WE don’t ever have to interact again. Give me your phone?” You snapped back towards him, a reluctant move to open his phone and pass you it.

Eugh, even his phone case was ugly you thought. Beaten up to hell and the screen protector was far worse. A rough graze of your fingertips against it to add your number. You provided no word after handing it back, a pivot and waltz off. Leaving Ony to stare with a raised brow.

—

The day felt like a blur after he’d text you, responding with a short and straight to the point sentence simply 'stating 9pm sharp, room 313.' Is all you stated, him providing a thumbs up reaction to the message. You sighed, setting up your laptop to the proposal you’d created as you sat at your desk. Waiting for a knock at your door with an unenthusiastic attitude.

Knock knock.

A jolt upwards as you quickly scrambled to your door, opening it. Ony loomed over you through your doorframe. Dressed in a casual set of a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, laptop in hand. Your eyes lingering at the tattoos splayed against the smooth skin of his arms.

Both exchanging a deathly glare at one another, he’d been the one to break the silence.

“Are you gonna keep starin’ at me or let me in?” He seemed less excited for this than you, a raise of your brow yet you left no words. Walking back to seat yourself at the desk as you pointed at a beanbag to the corner of your dorm. A small thud of the door behind you in exchange.

You could feel him looking at your dorm, judging it. You kept to it well however it was the equivalent of walking into a Victoria's Secret store with its design, Pink seemed to be about most of your room excluding the desk and walls. “You can stop being curious and sit down now.” A sense of harshness seeped into your tone unknowingly. “Your room’s fuckin’ ugly yo. Pink is not that good of a color.” He moved to sit on the provided beanbag, causing you to roll your eyes and snap your head towards him. However, he was already staring at you, as if he was undressing you with his eyes. You’d only been wearing a crop top and some pajama pants you left on your mattress yet you felt more self conscious at the stare, sinking back into your chair after shying away from the sass you intended to strike him with. “Whatever- let’s just get this done so I don’t have to look at you. You’re already annoying as is.”

“Somethin’ we both agree on then.” A scoff from him which struck a nerve through your body.

“Hey, you’re the one who always wants to disagree with me in class fuck-tard.” Your brows furrowed. “Because your point’s are one-sided.” He’d argue. “Nigga you argue with me for half the class time and for what? On my dick for no reason.” Sucking your teeth as you turned your back towards him.

“Never that.” His tone became harsher, “Y’know? Just shut up.” Frantically typing away on the document even with the feeling of his eyes grilling the back of your head. “I never knew you could be such a bitch on the regular.”

You’d still, a slow twist in your seat at his words. “Nigga come say that to my face.” Holding back the urges to kick him out of your room for the sake of your grade. It wasn’t till you saw him put his laptop aside and walk towards you. Towering above your seated figure to repeat himself. “I said, I never knew you could be such a bitch on the regular.”

There was a long pause, the two of you staring at one another. You wanted to hold your ground but you finally got a better look at him from this angle, an unwelcome heat forming at the pit of your stomach– and Ony could tell. You knew he could tell, you got stuck on your words and he provided that irritating chuckle from his lips. “What? You having a fit at me for what? Cause you suddenly don’t wanna talk rii?”. Keeping your gaze on him, a sudden move of you tugging at his shirt to shut him up. Kissing the man you despised.

The kiss felt similar to sparks on your lips– yet he didn’t pull back, he deepened it. A rough hand gripping your nape as your hands found comfort around his neck. It made your body ache for more, fighting his tongue for dominance between kisses yet he didn’t let you, pulling back. “Damn.. you desperate little bitch, yeah?” And that stupid smirk was back on his face as he looked down at your expression, clouded eyes from a mere kiss. “Shut.. shut the fuck up.” You announced before pulling him back– him allowing this to happen as his hand moved from your nape to hold a firm grip on your throat. It made you moan into his mouth, a lingering hand moving to reach under his shirt, really get a feel of his skin.

“Fuck..” He’d huff between kisses before pulling away and looking at you, still with a desperate expression on your face. “Yeah you wanna feel me?” A smirk on his swollen lips. “Get on your knees, you can feel me slut.” The previous sass left your body, his words only adding to the slick growing between your legs. You obliged, dropping off your seat to your knees as he watched you. He watched you rub on his print as he bit his lips, he watched your glossed over eyes linger on his face longer than usual. “Take it out if you want it so bad, I'm not helping you.”

You didn’t need to hear further command, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down for his cock to slap against his stomach. Precum leaked off the tip and you couldn’t help but hold an expression of awe, he had an equal amount of girth to length– and it was more than anticipated. But that didn’t stop you, a hand moving to wrap around his size as he let out a sigh, watching you stroke him off and spread his precum down to his balls.

“Yeah, suck it.” Another order yet you followed with how eager you felt. Only sucked in a breath as he felt your mouth close on his dick, bobbing your head experimentally yet your gaze stayed set to his expression, to see how good you did. After you got used to the amount you could hold in your mouth without gagging you added your hand to hold what couldn’t fit, finding a pace that he seemed content with. “Yeah, this what you needed ma? Keep goin’ for me.” It was like a switch went through the two of you, you’d never heard him speak like this yet you liked it.

You’d keep sucking, spit dripping down your chin to the point it was embarrassing, making you slow your pace momentarily. Ony wasn’t happy about this, a firm hand gripping your hair before he’d thrust in your mouth– earning a gag from you yet he persisted. “Mhm, jus’ like that– y-yeah.” He was getting close, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he threw his head back, holding your head right to where you were damn near kissing his balls. He gave no prior warning before he came into your mouth. A groan escaping his lips while you had to take it, attempting to swallow every drop he gave you.

Once he came down from his high, he’d give you a look of pity. A mixture of cum and spit dripping from your chin with a fucked out expression, “Didn’t even fuck you and you already look like that?” A huff, nodding your head vigorously to his words. “Lay on the desk, a slut like you shouldn’t be fucked on a bed, rii?” Another nod as you did what he said, sweeping your books towards the floor and moving your laptop. You eagerly stripped yourself of your pajamas to be left in only your panties. Splaying yourself on the desk in front of him.

“Didn’t wear a bra? Like you were expecting a good fuck.” He’d move to position between your legs, looking at the slick welcome him from the damp spot left on your panties. “You just wanted to be used to shut the fuck up, hm?” His voice lowered as he spoke to you, pulling them aside to take a good look at your swollen pussy. “Yeah, she’s ready for me?” You whined as a response, earning a smack right on your clit that made you jolt. “Answer me or I won’t fuck you.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped, earning a smirk on the man's lips. “Wasn’t talking like that earlier to me, what happened ma? Tell me.” Another whine from you before responding, “Wan’ it please-”, “Want what? Speak up.” Another smack to your clit as you moaned this time, earning his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. It clouded your brain as you struggled to respond, “Fuck.. want your dick– please Ony!” A grip on his arm as he kept working circles on your clit. “Good job..” His tone was laced with sarcasm, using his freehand to slap his tip against your entrance. “Gonna stop acting like a bitch? Yeah?” He awaited your words, “Yes! Please fuck me–”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before he’s pushing his length inside, the both of exchanging a long groan as he kept adding more of him inside your aching pussy. “So– fuckin’ tight ma..” He was at a loss for words as he paused inside of you. You wanted him to move so bad, attempting to wriggle your hips yet he moved his hands to firmly hold you in place. He took a deep breath. “Ony can you– fucking mov–” You got cut off as he reeled back, slamming his hips back into yours to earn an almost pornographic moan from your lips. “Shh shh, gotta stay quiet right? Be a good bitch and shut up for me– y-yeah?” Ony spoke between thrusts, a bite on your lips to try and stifle your moans so he could continue.

The way he pounded into you showed how desperate he was himself, a hitch of his breath once he found your g-spot, a clench down on his dick. “F-fuck! Right there!” You whined, causing him to stick his fingers in your mouth as he kept stroking the spot, a warning between breaths. “Shut the fuck up– fuck.. let me enjoy this.” He’d grit, quickening his pace to the point you could feel his balls slapping against your ass each stroke.

“Rub your clit, get close fa’ me ma.” And you had no hesitation, using your fingers to rub at your clit almost greedily as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter. You had no need for a warning as he could feel you getting close, a weak chuckle escaping him. “Just a sloppy little slut, y-yeah? You needed dick so bad rii ma?” Nodding rapidly as you kept sucking his fingers, moaning onto his digits. Eager for release you started to buck your hips to match his thrusts, an awarding moan leaving his lips as he felt himself growing closer. “F-fuck I’m close.”

“Cum first, be a good bitch fa’ me–” He huffed, his words bringing you to the edge as you felt yourself on your high– creaming on his cock as he continued his pace. It didn’t take long for you to get over your high, becoming overstimulated by his thrusts as you whined on his fingers. “Shut up, I– haven’t cummed yet.” A hard snap to your hips from your whines, quickening his thrusts in your sloppy pussy. You could feel another orgasm forming in your chest, it was too overwhelming. Tapping his arm as a warning yet he didn’t care.

“Cum for me and I'll cum.” His thrusts were growing sloppy, as if he’d been waiting for your call. Fucking into you mercilessly as you felt your other orgasm crash down on you, your eyes rolling back as your back beautifully arched off your desk. Your clit was aching as you squirted on him for your second high, a smirk on Ony’s lips as he gave a final thrust– a warm load filling your hole in a welcoming manner.

The two of you exchanged heavy lingering breaths as he took the moment to pull himself out, cum dripping from your pussy to the cold floor below. He provided no aftercare, moving your panties back on as if his cum was a keepsake and fixing himself.

“Get up, we have a project to do.” He coldly spoke. “I’ll call you if I need a quick fuck again, got a good pussy for how annoying you are.”

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A request for Zayne with the prompt, "a note on public health" 🙏🫶☺️

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

32. a note on public health

zayne; 1,519 words; fluff, teeth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", zayne!branded humor, vague innuendos, established relationship

summary: a couple of public service announcements.

a/n: zayne cares much about your health ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

001. sleep

For optimal health, one should get eight to ten hours of sleep per night.

You try to stifle a yawn as Zayne glances over the day’s news, projected onto the smooth white tabletop. He looks up, eyes narrowing as you freeze halfway through, attempting to mask the motion with a soft cough.

You reach for your half-finished coffee but Zayne tugs it away with a soft sigh.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

You purse your lips, averting your eyes as you reach for a slice of toast, tugging off a corner and stuffing it in your mouth.

“Would’ve slept better if someone hadn’t kept me up past my bedtime.”

This time, it’s Zayne who looks away, coughing as he sips at his own coffee.

“I made sure we finished at a reasonable hour.”

You jerk upright, eyes wide, mouth dropping open, a hot flush working its way into your cheeks. You wonder how he can keep such a straight face, how he looks so fundamentally unbothered. But then, he lets out a light chuckle.

“But you’re right — they say it’s not good to have strenuous exercise right before bed. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Zayne!” you toss a crumpled bit of napkin at him, your heartbeat pounding at the back of your throat.

Zayne’s eyebrow flicks upward as he picks up the piece of tissue and gently lobs it into the trash can next to the kitchen counter before going back to this breakfast, the faintest hint of a smile shadowing his lips.

002. water

Adults over 19 should drink 1.5 to 2 liters of water a day for optimal health.

“Hello? What is it?”

“Hi! Uhm… where are you? I don’t — I don’t see you.”

“I’m… at home.”

“What? But… the app says you’ve arrived…”

Zayne sighs, “Did you dial the wrong number? This is Zayne.”

“…Oh! Oops.”

“Where are you? Have you been drinking?”

You hiccup, and he can almost see you shaking your head the way you do when you want to deny something you’d obviously been doing. He pushes up from the sofa, grabbing his coat.

“Not… not a lot — Tara just wanted to celebrate since —“ you hiccup again, “since it’s her first promotion, y’know?”

Zayne hums, “Mhm. Where are you?”

“No, no! It’s okay! I called a cab —“

“Cancel it. I’ll come get you.”

“But…”

“Cancel it. And send me your location.”

Thirteen minutes later, you’re climbing into the passenger seat of Zayne’s car with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. Here.”

You blink down at the bottle of water Zayne is pressing into your lap.

“Oh… thanks, but I had a lot of water at the bar!” You turn to flash him a bright, proud smile, “See? I do listen to you!”

Zayne laughs as he pulls into a stop light, glancing over at you, the bottle of water cradled between your hands.

“Yes, and I suppose you’re very proud of yourself this time?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice that lets you know he’s not mad. Still, you scowl.

“Shouldn’t you be proud that your patient is getting better at taking care of herself?”

Zayne sighs, reaching over the tug the bottle from your hands before unscrewing the cap and handing it back to you.

“Drink.”

You look like you’re about to argue for a split second before you catch the sharp look in his eye and bring the bottle up to your lips for a long drink. Zayne allows himself a satisfied smile as he reaches over to give your knee a quick squeeze.

“Good. Good girl.”

003. sun

To maintain healthy blood levels, aim to get 10 - 30 minutes of midday sun, several days a week.

“It’s been raining for forever…”

Zayne looks up from the patient chart propped up in his lap.

You’re sprawled across the sofa on the other side of the room, staring at the bleary, rain-streaked windows with a dull, world-weary expression. Zayne’s eyes flick toward the window for a second before sliding up to the large clock above his door.

It’s three minutes till the end of the day, and he’d agreed you could wait for him in his office while he finished up.

“It has.” He drops his eyes back down to the chart in his hands. The patient is doing well — all things considered. He should keep them for another night of study before signing off to let him go home. Zayne punches in the quick note in for his nurses before setting the chart down.

“Weather forecast says it’s gonna rain all through the weekend too.”

“Hm.” Zayne gets up, rolling his shoulders loose of the knots that had gathered there before rounding his desk, “Come on then.”

“Oh! Are you done? Are we… going to get dinner?” You jump up from the sofa, seemingly revived, a smile on your face. Zayne regards you for a moment before turning.

“Not yet.”

“Not… yet?” you trail after him as he shrugs on his coat and locks his office door.

He can feel your curiosity bubbling for the entire walk to his car through the vast parking garage. He allows himself a smile as you slide in and look at him expectantly. For a second, he toys with the idea of not telling you, of seeing just how long you can hold out before you start to pester him.

“You’ll see,” he says, just as you open your mouth to ask.

“So… it’s a surprise?” you ask.

He shrugs, pulling out of the parking space and cresting through the dimly lit parking structure till he turns onto the bustling city street.

“I suppose it will be.”

“Did you… plan this?” he can hear the hopefulness in your voice, the giddiness sparkling there like soda fizz.

“No, but did you say I should try to be more spontaneous sometimes?”

“Sure but…” he can hear you pouting, “well, fine, if you really don’t want to tell me.”

He keeps quiet just to savor in the silence, in the knowledge that you are here with him, and so, so eager to know what he has planned for you. He wonders if it’s cruel to enjoy this, to love the way you’re so reactive, to love… everything about you.

You blink as he pulls into a darkened road, wide as it is, to the clearly gated Botanical Gardens. Your confusion only grows as the night guard there gives him a cheery wave before punching a button and the giant gates hiss open to allow you both entry.

“Thanks,” Zayne says, lifting a hand as the night guard waves them through with a bright smile.

He casts you a single glance before chuckling, “His daughter was a patient of mine a while back — she had a genetic cardiac condition that — well,” Zayne breaks off as he parks the car in the first space and opens the door.

“Regardless, she needed surgery. It was risky but… we managed to save her.”

He leads you down the winding path to one of the smaller greenhouses, lit up so brightly from the inside that you have to squint your eyes as he punches in an access code and lets you both through the door.

The wall of heat that greets you both nearly knocks you off your feet but a moment later, you smile as the warmth seeps into your skin, and you turn your face up towards the high ceilings, speckled with what you’re certain are tiny little sunlamps, beaming down at the arid landscape below.

“Are these… cacti?” you wonder aloud, shuffling over to a large, bulbous plant with long thin spikes.

“Yes, these are the desert plants. They need prolonged exposure to sunlight to live.”

“Oh…” you bend down to read the short description of the cacti before moving onto the next one, and then the next one. Zayne trails behind you, watching with a soft smile and softer eyes as you point out the tiny little yellow flowers budding on one, and the strange shapes of another.

“Not that this isn’t fun and all but…” you turn to him as you finally return to the front of the greenhouse, having seen all the different varieties of desert plants in this particular area, “why’d you bring me here?”

Zayne holds open the door for you.

“You looked like you were missing the sun.”

Even beneath the barely there lighting of the parking lot, Zayne sees your blush darkening your cheeks.

“I — I guess I was,” you say as you slip once more into the passenger seat of his car, looking over at him, “but… weren’t you missing it too?”

Zayne’s grin skews as he tugs on his seatbelt, but he schools his expression back into its usual mask of stoicism as he answers, “No. I’ve already got you.”

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