#DREW STARKEY NOSE IS EVERYTHING

[nemesyaaa]

DOJA CAT I REALLY KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.

[chleem]

After the first date

One shot: singledad!drew starkey x younger!reader

Summary: after the first date with this 'perfect' guy, you head to his place for some mind-blowing sex. until...

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, making out, talk of kinks, implied age gap (read at own caution

⋆.˚ don't copy or translate my work pls

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You couldn’t help yourself. 

The car ride over to his place was filled with sexual tension, that you and Drew knew couldn’t be ignored. 

Once the elevator door closes, you throw yourself onto Drew, lips locking in with his, in urgency. 

Drew, the blind date that your friend set you up with. 

You expected it to be some loser, because she always fails at finding the right guy for you. But to your surprise, Drew turned out to be incredibly charming. Yes, he was a bit older. But…he certainly didn’t look his age. 

The whole night, from the restaurant food, to the conversation topics, everything flowed perfectly. He was not only listening, but paying attention, and he had this kind of humor that fitted perfectly with yours. 

Perfectly. Is there a word more perfect than perfect? Because that’s how the date went. 

The date was perfect, which, was weird. 

There must be a catch to a perfect first date, right? But so far, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  

His back hits the wall with a thud, your arms wrapping around his neck to press yourself closer to him. 

You wanted him, and you showed him just that. 

He gasps into your mouth, surprised, and it takes a few seconds for him to relax under your touch. 

He kisses back, tender and slow compared to your desperate, passionate energy.

His lips are soft, but there's a certain intensity in how he deepens the kiss, allowing the moment to stretch, as if savoring each second. 

His hands roam around your back, feeling the material of your dress, as his breath mingles with yours. You do the same, hands running through his hair, then the back of his neck, then massaging gently on his shoulders. 

You can feel his heartbeat, steady and calm, as though he's slowly pulling you into his rhythm, balancing out the storm inside you with his quiet strength.

The elevator shakes quietly with each passing floor, and you could feel the hunger inside of you growing. 

It’s frantic, untidy, with no real rhythm—but it's genuine, filled with an undeniable sense of longing.

Too into it, it takes a few seconds for you to reopen your eyes after Drew pulls away, his mesmerizing blue eyes staring down at you.  

Still in each other’s arms, you mirror his expression, one of flushed cheeks, parted lips, and breathlessness. 

Ding. 

The elevator door opens, neither of you seems in a hurry to move, caught in the electricity of the connection you’ve just shared.

Ding.

Drew’s gaze never wavers from yours, and with a steady hand, he reaches out to stop the door from closing. 

Your eyes flicker to his lips, and you close your eyes, ready to welcome the softness of his lips again. 

Until, you hear a soft laugh escaping the air. 

You peek, and see Drew’s smile, soft yet playful. 

He leans in close to you, his nose ghostly brushing against yours.

“I don’t sleep- I don’t sleep on the first date.”

Ding.

You blink, the sudden shift in his tone pulling you back to reality. 

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything feels like it just...paused. You try to mask the disappointment that settles in, but it’s clear on the frown that’s creeping up your face.

Then…why did he bring you back to his place? 

Drew reaches for the button to keep the door from closing, his hand hovering just a bit longer than needed. 

“But-“ his hand comes up, brushing the hair away from your neck, “I’ll do it- I’ll break the fucking- fucking rule.”

A giggle escapes you when he finishes his sentence, your shoulders relaxing as his lips graze the skin there. 

It’s ticklish as he gently nibbles, lips traveling lower, lower, lower, ghosting over your cleavage. 

You let out a soft moan, hands tugging on his tie to take it off. 

...But it does the opposite. 

As your fingers tug, the tie tightens around his neck, pulling him just out of the rhythm you two had been in. 

Drew gasps, the sound surprising both of you, and he pulls away sharply, eyes wide for a moment as he catches his breath. 

You’re pushed away, panic coursing through your veins, as you realized you’ve probably just frightened him and ruined the chances of getting laid. 

“Shit- shit, I’m so sorry, shit-“

Ding.

Another reminder to get out the elevator. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hopeless as you watch his hand instinctively go to his neck, loosening the fabric with a quick movement. 

His eyes meet yours, and you prepare yourself for a deep scolding of some kind. 

Then, the corner of his lips curl up, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing, “kinks on the first date?”

You freeze for just a second, processing his words, then, laughter bubbles up between you two. You can’t help but chuckle—though it’s more shy than confident, a bit of heat creeping into your cheeks.

Drew’s arm comes up to the elevator door, his body leaning against it as an indication for you to step out. 

“I don’t know-“ you start, stepping out, feeling his presence behind you. 

The door shuts with a soft ding, and his footsteps match the click of your heels as you walk down the hall. “-I don’t mind choking. You?”

You take a quick look around—okay, okay, his apartment’s not that bad. The place looks sleek, modern, and way nicer than you expected.

Great. The perfect date, the perfect guy, perfect apartment, what could go wrong with this? 

You glance to your side, and a rush of butterflies hits you all at once—Drew’s already staring down at you. 

You don’t know if it’s the look itself or the blueness of his eyes, but it’s definitely something. 

You’re suddenly so aware of the words that just left your mouth; you’re playing a dangerous game right now. 

He licks his lips, and you feel the brief touch of his hand on your lower back, “spitting."

Nasty. Yet, you’re down for it. Down for this perfect man right here. 

You break eye contact, looking ahead of you as the two of you walked down the hall. And you don’t know why, but you’re intrigued to continue this conversation, “spanking.”

“Spanking? Receiving or…”

“Receiving,” you whisper, and then, he stops you at door 1104. 

You lean against the wall, watching the way he reaches into his pocket. You bite your lip, excited and anxious about his next words. 

Drew looks at you with that same smirk, a look that sends a wave of heat through you.

His eyes are unreadable for a moment, and then, he leans in. 

Your breath hitches as he towers over you, caging you close to the wall. 

Instinctively, you raise a hand, fingertips touching his loosened tie, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

His lips are dangerously close to yours, and you relax your eyes, ready for a much needed, heated kiss, something more passionate that the one in the elevator. 

“Once I open the door…”

You hum, listening intently to Drew’s next words, voice now dropped to a low whisper. 

“We’re doing it- doing it on the counter…”

One of his hands slip underneath your dress, gripping the flesh of your thigh. 

A sharp breath escapes you, your back arching into him. 

“Gonna rip this dress off of you,”

His words come to an abrupt stop as lips come crashing into yours, eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait another second. 

You kiss him back immediately, your tongues mixing together once again. 

The sound of the door unlocking cuts through the air, and before you can even process it, you're swept off your feet. His arms wrap around you with effortless strength, lifting you off the ground, your body pressed against his.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you don’t dare to move away from his lips, too lost in the softness and wetness of them. 

You’ve never found yourself to enjoy kissing that much, yet, making out with Drew was electrifying, both of you fighting for control. 

The back of your thighs hit the cold kitchen counter, Drew’s hand forcing your legs apart. 

He stands between them, multitasking himself as his lips trail down your neck, a hand massaging your tits, the other snaking it’s way to your panties. 

You let out a soft groan as he bites down on your collarbone, your hands busy with his belt. 

But just as his hand cups your pussy over your panties, his belt falling to the floor with a hard thud,

A high-pitched scream echoes through the space. 

Both you and Drew’s movements come to a halt, and in a flash, he’s pushed himself away, and no man has ever got off of you any faster. 

“Shit-“

Drew rubs his face, fixing his shirt quickly, his eyes darting to what’s behind you, panic written all over his face. 

You’re still breathless, your mind hazy from your own horniness, but quickly the concern begins to creep in. 

What the hell was that scream? 

You push yourself off the counter, adjusting your dress, ready to ask him what’s going on, when-

“Ew, Dad! You bought a girl home?”

You turn your head sharply toward the source, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes lock onto the young girl standing in the doorway of one of the rooms. 

She…she looks a bit like Drew-

Wait- 

Dad???

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks as your eyes widen at her words. Drew is her dad? He’s a daddy? He- he has a daughter??

The room suddenly feels a lot smaller, and your stomach flips with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. 

The ‘perfect’ guy has a daughter. Your perfect date,…is a dad.

And as if it wasn’t enough, a young boy walks out from another room. 

You freeze, your heart pounding as he steps into view. Oh my god. 

He looks just like Drew, but a younger, chubbier version. 

"Why we screaming?” He asks, those familiar, piercing blue eyes glancing around, “Dad?”

The boy’s words hang in the air like a shot to your chest. 

Should you leave? Leave, leave, leave! Your brain shouts at you. 

“What- what are you doing here?” Drew finally speaks up, his voice having an edge of panic to it. He takes a step forward, and to your surprise, he steps in front of you, almost as if he’s shielding you from his kids.

Your heels allow you to peek over his shoulders, and you quietly stand behind him, unsure why you’re not bolting out the door. 

"Mom dropped us off," the young girl says casually. 

Mom???

Is he married? No way- 

You glance down at his left hand; no ring. Yeah, you remembered there was no ring on his finger. Plus, he didn’t mention anything about a partner…or kids. So…is he divorced? Split up? What- what’s going on? 

You could feel your brain frying as it scrambles to piece together the scene in front of you. 

"Mom dropped you off?" Drew asks, his voice tight with confusion and frustration. 

He steps out of the kitchen, moving in front of his daughter and son, his posture rigid, his eyes searching them both for some kind of explanation.

You’re left speechless, frozen in place, your mind still whirling with questions. You feel dizzy, almost disconnected from the scene unfolding before you.

What happened to…ripping your dress off?

What happened to…doing it on the counter? 

“Yeah- a few minutes ago,” his son answers. 

You watch Drew, your breath catching for a moment. 

He pokes his tongue against his cheek, a small, subtle movement, his eyes sharpening as he looks down at his kids. “Alright- um-“ Drew runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. His voice stutters out, “Give me a minute, okay?”

His kids exchange skeptical looks, then their eyes shift to you standing awkwardly in the kitchen. 

His daughter, with a knowing look, crosses her arms and says, “just not on the counter, please.”

Flush creeps on your cheeks, and you wished there was a hole to dig yourself into. 

A low chuckle escapes Drew, one that tells you he’s not surprised by his daughter’s attitude. The sound is almost amused, but there’s a hint of exhaustion in it, too.

"Get out of here, jeez,” he mutters, shaking his head as he waves them off, clearly over the whole thing.

His daughter rolls her eyes dramatically, but without saying another word, she turns, her brother trailing behind her, still casting curious glances your way.

As they disappear into their own bedrooms, the tension is slightly lifted, but only, replaced with awkward silence. 

The huge elephant sits in the room; what now? 

You both stand there, unsure of how to break the stillness. 

Drew rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit, his eyes darting from the floor to you.

You, who hasn’t moved in that short five minutes, fidget with your hands. 

"Look, I—“

"Hey, so I’m just—“

You both speak at the same time, your voices tripping over one another. 

Awkward chuckles stubbles out of you, and you place a hand over your mouth, signaling for him to start. 

“I- uh, wasn’t suppose to have them till tomorrow.”

You bite down on your lip, pushing your panicked thoughts aside to listen. 

Drew walks over, and stands on the other side of the kitchen counter. His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that you can’t quite put your finger on.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out at first. His jaw clenches, his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what to say.

“…but uh, yeah, that was, my kids,” his voice is barely above a whisper now. 

You look away from him, your gaze dropping to your hands, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. “They’re lovely,” you say, trying to lighten the awkwardness of the moment, though your mind is swirling with questions. 

Why didn’t he mention this? At any point tonight? Why didn’t your friend—who set up this date—say anything about him having kids?

Your smile falters just a little, as the questions gnaw at you. 

And he seems to read your mind- or, your body language. 

“I should’ve told you, earlier in the night.”

You raise your eyebrows in a 'yeah, you should’ve' way, your shoulders slouching slightly as you exhale, “not even after I told you I liked kids?” you mention, recalling that part during dinner.

He chuckles, the sound low and warm, a soft vibration that catches you off guard, pulling your attention back to him.

“Did you like those brats, then?” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. You can’t help but notice the way he looks at you—half-serious, half-amused—like he’s testing how you’ll respond.

“Clearly got it from their daddy,” you joke, laughing softly afterward.

Drew raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, clearly pleased by your retort. “Oh? Daddy kink?”

“Oh- god no,” you immediately say, and that earns a laugh from Drew. 

As you watch his smile, listening to the sound of his laugh, you can’t help but wonder, what’s it like going out with someone’s daddy?

A…really hot one. 

Aw, fuck, that’s weird. 

Well… the fact that you’re still standing here and not sprinting off, says a lot. 

Before you can add anything more, Drew checks his watch, his expression shifting slightly. His eyes meet yours, and there’s a touch of apology in them.

“Y’know, if the kids weren’t here…”

He walks around the counter, stepping beside you, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “you’d definitely be screaming into my pillows right now."

You immediately feel your face heat up, biting your lip to hold back the sudden rush of nervousness. Gosh, he’s good….probably why he has two kids. 

You shake your head lightly, almost as if to shake those thoughts off, and then you manage to say, “Your original plan, right?”

Drew’s lips twitch into a half-smile, his eyes still locked on you, but there’s something deeper behind them now. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low, the implication clear, “the original plan.”

The words hang in the air, but then you quickly break eye contact, your voice a little shaky as you respond.

"But uh— I should get going.”

He steps forward, a sudden urgency in his voice as he says, “Wait, lemme drive you—”

“No, I got it,” you interrupt, voice steady. 

He’s a bit taken back by it, but he nods slowly, "Okay... okay, well, at least let me walk you downstairs.”

You shake your head quickly, “no- no.”

“C’mon, please, y/n.”

It’s the way he says your name—gentle, coaxing—that makes your heart race again, and you couldn’t help it, “fine.”

His blue eyes light up instantly, that spark of relief and something else flickering across his face.

Drew steps aside, opening the door for you, leaning against it.

You could feel him staring down at you when you passed by him. 

And as you walk down the hallway with him, you find yourself lost for words. 

You’re still fixated on the fact that your perfect date is a dad. 

With two kids. 

Fuck. 

Did that make him even more perfect? Or the opposite?

You…you really don’t know. 

“You, you okay?” Drew asks, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

He presses the button once you reach the elevator door, and you can’t help but feel self-conscious as the two of you wait for it to arrive.

You keep your eyes focused on the top screen, watching the floor the elevator is currently on. 

Then, you feel a heavy fabric drape onto your shoulders, and when you turn toward Drew, your hands brushing against the cloth, you realize he's given you his suit jacket.

“Oh—thanks,” you say, surprised. You can’t quite tell if it’s the warmth of the jacket or the gesture itself that’s making your heart race again.

Drew smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing again. 

Ding. 

You step in the elevator with Drew. 

Ding.

He presses the button for the first floor, his shoulder brushing against yours as you stand close to him.

You can’t help but glance at him, at the side of his face, your mind flooding with the memories of a few minutes ago, of making out in this exact elevator. 

But with the way he keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes staring ahead, that controlled stillness about him, you realize he's not going to make a move.

He’s not gonna initiate another kiss in the elevator. 

A kiss that might escalate to a full blown make-out session. 

A make-out session that might be better than the last one you shared-

“Mph!”

Drew suddenly turns around, hands cupping your face as his lips crash into yours. 

You stumble slightly, the jacket falling off your shoulders as you melt into him, letting instincts take over. 

He kisses you, as if your lips are what keeps him alive. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling against him as you savor the way his lips taste. Sweet, soft, and intoxicating, things you wouldn’t expect a first date to taste like. 

Let alone, a dad. 

Your tongue sloppily thrusts into his, while you find his growing rougher by the second. 

Shit, he’s a good kisser. 

Ding.

The elevator door opens, and a soft gasp is heard. 

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling away from Drew. 

Behind him, you see an elderly woman, her hands gripping a bag of groceries, her eyes wide in surprise.

Great. The second- third person to catch you making out with Drew. 

He follows your gaze, turning his head. His shoulders drop when he sees the elderly woman, and you quickly pull his hands off your face. 

“Hi,” you whisper to her, before rushing past her, mostly due to embarrassment. 

“Hi, uh, hey, Ms Jones,” you hear Drew call out, his voice slightly hushed. 

Upon hearing footsteps following behind you, you slow down, trying to steady your breath.

“That was Ms Jones,” Drew whispers to you, and then, you feel the same fabric drape over your shoulders again. He steps a little closer, his voice low, “yeah- sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“That- uh, that,” his eyes flicker to your lips again. 

“That kiss?” 

The building’s front door opens by itself, and you step out, pulling out your phone to call an Uber. 

 “No- the interruptions.”

Interruptions. Plural. 

A smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone, fingers coming to a halt. 

“I told you, my original plan.”

An Uber coming your way, just around the corner. 

You look up, meeting his blue eyes that seem to reflect every thought he has, raw and unguarded.

“I know,” you tell him, before adding, “besides, you’ve got my number.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I- I do.”

“So do the plan next time.”

“I know- I’ll definitely…definitely do you next time.”

You look away, a bit shy under the intensity of his eyes and words. 

“So call me,” you say, looking ahead, and you hear a chuckle from him. 

“I will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. Will…will you answer?”

“Depends. Will you be alone?”

“Of course,” he says, his voice a little quieter now. 

Then, the headlights of a car approach, and you start to shrug off his jacket, but he stops you.

“Keep it,” he says, his voice soft but insistent. “Gives me a reason to see you again.”

“You need a reason to see me?” you ask, teasingly with your eyebrows raised.

“...No,” he chuckles, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, but you keep the jacket on. 

“Call me,” you whisper again, as he opens the car door.

His hand hovers over the top of the car as you settle in, and he leans down, his face inches from yours.

“I don’t know… isn’t there a rule to wait three days?”

You roll your eyes, your own lips betraying you as you smile, reaching to close the door. 

But then, he catches your hand, holding it for a second before saying, “it’s a promise.”

He lets go and closes the car door, stepping back. But he doesn’t break eye contact, holding it through the window.

You wave goodbye, and so does he, his smile lingering just a little longer.

The car starts to drive off, and even as it gets further away, you keep looking back, seeing Drew standing there, watching you go.

And when he gradually fades into the distance, you sit back, your hands coming up to touch your lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This could either go perfectly right, or leave you a crumbling mess. 

Well, you might have to decide about that on the second date.

… Or when he calls.

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࣪𖤐 a/n: hello??? i actually got very shy writing this, dad!drew is my fav T_ T

plus, this brown suit lives in my mind rent free

and yes, this piece might be a bit cringe but i like it, sue me

elevator | other

[whorelaud]

reader crying to drew about tiktok getting banned, and him comforting her about it  warnings fluff!!! hurt/comfort (?), cringe, reader being dramatic & drew being chronically offline

Drew wasn't typically a social media person. Sure, he posts from time to time, but that's only to promote stuff when it's required, or sometimes when he wants to show you off. Other than that, the boy chose to live by the book, letting his manager take care of the business, and keep his fans updated only from time to time. 

Therefore, when he was suddenly startled out of his slumber to your muffled cries, of course he was confused, swiftly blinking the sleep out of his eyes, as he rubbed comforting circles to your back. 

"What's wrong, baby?" He muttered through a yawn, squinting one of his eyes closed. "Did sometbing happen, why are you crying?" 

"What do I do?" You cried out loud, attention fixing on your tear soaked phone. "It's actually gone." 

"What's gone?" He asked, gaze following yours. "Tell me what's going on, you're scaring me." 

"Tiktok's banned," you sniffled, gesturing towards the screen, where it loaded the information regarding the ban. "What do I do with myself now? I hate instagram, it's scary!" 

"Tiktok's banned?" Drew asked, grabbing the phone from your side. He eyed it with puzzlement, reading over the statement displayed on your device. "Since when?" 

"You clueless old man," you muttered under your breath, snatching the phone from his hold. His eyes trailed back to you with confusion, pupils glistening with innocence that had your heart skipping a beat. "They've been talking about it for a whole two weeks now! I thought it would be like all the other times, but they actually did it, and now it's gone!" 

"Okay, it's alright, baby." He reassured, cupping your face in between his fingers. "It's not worth all those tears, yeah? Don't want my precious girlfriend crying over a dumb app." 

"Shut up," you shyly shoved the touch away, merely for him to dodge the gesture, stilling his hands around your cheeks. His thumb rubbed soothing motions to the curve of your jaw, lips breaking into a sheepish grin, one that had you smiling like a fool. "I'm actually sad, what about my Drew Starkey edits collection?" 

"What do you need the edits for?" He chuckled, pecking your nose, then the corner of your mouth, trailing light, open-mouthed kisses all over your face, till he eventually plants a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm right here, you can look at me all day." 

"Still..." you trailed off, voice barely above a whisper. "They were good edits." 

"Yeah?" The corner of his lips tugged into a teasing smirk, tone filled with amusement. "Want me to recreate them?" 

"No, yeah, I'm no longer sad." You joked, playfully rolling your eyes. Your lips pursed into a thin line, merely to supress the smile forming around your lips. 

"See, you're smiling!" Drew giggled, pulling you into a hug, as you practically melted in his embrace. "Let's jus' sleep, I'm sure they'll have things figured out soon." 

You nodded in silence, burying your face in the crook of his neck, instantly intoxicated by his scent as it filled your nostrils. 

Although it was an idiotic thing to cry over, Drew didn't shame you for it, choosing to comfort you instead, no matter how stupid it truly was. 

And that alone was enough reasons to take your last breath with him. You couldn't ask for a better, chronically offline, partner. 

–

My love ❤️: yo nvm everything is good tt is back up 😇

Drew: 🫤

a/n i live for silly and cringe content idc :'c

[lazysoulwriter]

out of focus - drew starkey.

The glow of the TV flickered softly across the living room, casting warm light over the blanket-draped couch where you and Drew were tangled together. The opening credits of Little Miss Sunshine rolled, but his attention wasn’t really on the screen.

It wasn’t your first time watching this movie together. You’d made him watch it months ago, and now it had somehow become your thing—late-night movie marathons, curled up in his arms, laughing at the same parts, crying at the same scenes. But tonight, something was different.

Your head rested against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat a calming rhythm against your ear. His arm was draped lazily around your waist, fingers tracing soft, absentminded circles over the fabric of your oversized sleep shirt. He hadn’t said much in the past few minutes, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Why are you staring?” you mumbled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The corner of his lips curled into a lazy smile, his fingers grazing lower, teasing against the bare skin of your thigh where the hem of your shirt had ridden up.

“Can’t help it,” he murmured. “You do this thing when you watch movies—you get so focused, like you’re living inside the screen.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s a great movie. You should be paying attention.”

“Oh, I am,” he said, but the way his fingers pressed just a little deeper into your skin told you he wasn’t talking about the film.

Your cheeks warmed, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your body melt further into him, shifting just enough that your legs draped over his lap. He hummed at the movement, his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking over your skin with the kind of touch that sent a slow shiver down your spine.

On the screen, Olive was mid-pageant routine, the awkward, chaotic energy filling the room. Normally, you’d be cracking up, but right now, the way Drew was looking at you—half amusement, half something deeper—was all-consuming.

“You know,” he mused, voice low and deliberate, “I think I like this movie a lot more now.”

“Because it’s good,” you teased, biting back a grin.

He shook his head, leaning in until his nose brushed against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Because of you.”

Your heart skipped at the weight of those words, at the way his touch felt heavier now, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, teasing at the bare skin just beneath. You let out a soft breath, your fingers gripping his hoodie as his lips ghosted over yours—close enough to make your pulse race, but not quite enough to close the distance.

“You’re distracting me,” you whispered, your voice betraying the fact that you didn’t really mind.

“Yeah?” His fingers traced higher, skimming over your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “Maybe that’s the point.”

The movie played on, but in that moment, it was nothing more than background noise. Drew’s lips brushed against yours, slow and teasing, before he finally gave in and kissed you properly—soft, lingering, filled with everything he hadn’t said yet. His fingers tightened at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, tasting, savoring. His lips moved over yours like he had all the time in the world, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him.

His hand slid up, fingertips grazing your jaw before angling your face just right, letting him kiss you even deeper. A slow sigh escaped your lips, and he swallowed it with another kiss, this one rougher, more insistent. His tongue brushed against yours, coaxing a soft whimper that made him smirk against your mouth. He was taking his time, drawing it out, making sure you felt every ounce of what he wasn’t saying out loud.

When he finally pulled back, barely an inch away, his breath was just as unsteady as yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip, eyes locked on yours, dark and knowing.

Your mouth felt warm, slick with shared breath, and when you shifted against him, you could feel that he was just as affected as you were. You licked your lips instinctively, catching the remnants of him, and the way his gaze darkened made your stomach twist deliciously.

“God,” he muttered, voice husky, his forehead dropping against yours. “I love you.”

The words slipped out so easily, so naturally, that your breath caught. You barely had time to process before he was kissing you again, deeper, hungrier, like he needed you to feel it just as much as he meant it. When he pulled back this time, his lips were swollen, his breath uneven.

“And you’re so fucking hot,” he added, grinning as he dragged his thumb across your wet bottom lip. “Like, ridiculously hot.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest, and he kissed you again, catching the sound before it could escape. You were both a little breathless, a little dazed, and when you finally settled back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you tighter, like he had no intention of letting you go.

Yeah. Little Miss Sunshine definitely had a new favorite scene.

[willowpains]

Latina actress!reader doing the “I can’t pay the mortgage this month” prank on Drew !!

can’t pay the rent

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

You walk into the kitchen of your apartment with Drew, as he stands there with his back to you, as he finishes doing dishes in the sink.

Without making any noise, you place your phone that’s recording next to the microwave, kinda hidden so your boyfriend wouldn’t notice it.

You were about to prank him with a trend going online, where girls told their boyfriends how they couldn’t pay their apartment rent that month, even though they never did just to get their reactions.

Curiosity got the best of you, because you were about to prank Drew to see how he would react.

You never paid your apartment rent, he was the one who insisted on doing it, ever since you both had decided to move in together, he refused to let you pay rent or any bills in general.

He was a pretty big gentleman and liked to cover all those payments for the both of you, even though you always tried to fight him off in trying to pay something.

You walked closer to him, leaning on the kitchen countertop, facing him, as he was lost in his activity.

“Amor, I need to tell you something” you said with a serious face, immediately clocking into character.

Drew turned to look at you attentively.

“Everything ok doll?” he asked, a bit worried at your demeanor.

You sighed, looking at the floor for a moment, trying to be dramatic, before meeting his eyes again.

“I’m so sorry I…” you pause, holding the bridge of your nose, stressed. “I can’t pay their rent this month”.

Drew’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.

He was not understanding what you were saying.

“What?” he asked, wondering if he might’ve heard wrong.

You covered your face between your hands before speaking again.

“I can’t pay the rent this month” you say, meeting his still confused eyes. “I lent Lacie some money and I’m not gonna be able to afford it” you finish, your stressed look not wavering.

Your boyfriend had a feeling this was all a joke.

He knew you didn’t pay the rent, he did.

But he also knew you were stubborn, and you were looking seriously stressed.

He was confused, had you found a way to pay for rent without him knowing?

“Baby you don’t pay the rent, I do” he said, his brows still furrowed, as he turned to face you completely.

You shaked your head at him.

“I’m sorry I can’t pay it this month” you let out, trying your hardest not to break at seeing him truly baffled.

Drew opened his mouth to speak before closing it, not even knowing what to say.

“Love, I pay our landlord directly each month, what do you mean?” he asks, crossing his arms in front of him, full dad mode.

A groan escapes your lips as you take a step closer to him, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“I can’t pay it this month I’m so sorry” you say before resting your head in his chest, in a defeated way.

He stands there for a second without moving, perplexed at what was happening in front of him.

“Are you pranking me?” he suddenly asks, looking around the kitchen, as if trying to find the hidden camera.

You move back, scoffing, acting offended.

And in that moment, Drew notices your phone filming.

“I knew it” he says, pointing to your phone, as he looks at you accusingly. “It made no sense!”

You start laughing as you crouch down, holding your stomach letting out everything you were holding back.

“You looked so confused mi amor” you say, standing back up, as you look at him with tears in your eyes from laughter.

He shakes his head at you.

“I was starting to believe it, I was wondering if you had found a way to pay instead of me, but I was like, where’s the money I’ve been paying this dude for a year?” he says, watching you continue to laugh at him.

You walk to him as you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him.

“I’m sorryyyyy” you let out, pouting at him. “I just couldn’t resist”.

Drew lets out a chuckle at your way of apologizing, as he moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re evil” he says, looking down at you.

You lean to peck his chest, as you look up at him through your lashes.

“You love me though” you say, smiling softly at him.

He suddenly pulls away, before picking you up between his arms, making you scream and wrap your legs around him.

“You’re gonna pay for this” he says, walking out of the kitchen with you, towards the bedroom.

You let out a squeal in surprise, your hands on his shoulders for support.

“Drew my phone is still recording!” you say, looking back at the kitchen knowing your phone was still filming and needed to pause the video.

He snickers at your words.

“I guess it’s gonna keep filming for a while then doll” he says as he throws you on the bed, smirking down at you.

You giggle at his words.

You loved pranking him.

And you knew he loved it too.

*

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I hope you like it though<3

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[rafedarling]

𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: atter giving birth to lola, you begin feeling insecure about your stretch marks and body changes. you start locking the bathroom door and avoiding intimacy. drew doesn’t notice at first but when he does, his reaction is far from what you feared.

warning(s): english is not my native language. postpartum body image insecurities, mentions of stretch marks, soft emotional comfort, lots of gentle love, drew being the sweetest partner ever.

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It started small.

The click of the bathroom door locking behind you.

The oversized shirt you insisted on keeping on even when it was just the two of you.

The dimmed lights before bed, even on warmer nights when the baby monitor glowed softly by the nightstand.

Drew didn’t notice it at first.

There was Lola to take care of, Rustyn to chase after, bottles to warm, lullabies to sing. The nights blurred into days and back again, and amidst the warm chaos of new life, your quiet hesitations faded into the background.

Until they didn’t.

It was the fourth evening in a row where he reached for the bathroom door to tell you dinner was ready only to hear the soft click of the lock before his hand touched the knob.

He didn’t say anything at the time. Just paused, hand hovering, and slowly stepped away.

But he noticed.

He noticed the way you kept the towel wrapped tightly around your body until you were safely tucked into pajamas.

He noticed you flinch slightly when his fingers grazed your waist without warning.

And he especially noticed the way you avoided his eyes when he asked if everything was okay.

That night, after both kids were finally down and the house fell into a rare silence, you crawled into bed beside him, quiet, tucked in a soft cotton tee, your back turned to him the way it had been more nights than not.

Drew slid closer anyway.

Wordlessly, he wrapped one arm around your waist, his nose tucking into the space where your shoulder met your neck, the tip of it brushing the baby hairs near your ear.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured.

You hummed, eyes focused on the shadows dancing across the ceiling.

“Just tired.”

He didn’t press. Just held you tighter.

But then,soft, slow, and safe he asked,

“Is it because of me?”

You blinked.

“Because I noticed…”

He added gently, his thumb brushing over the hem of your shirt.

“You’ve been locking the door. Not letting me see you.”

You swallowed.

For a moment, you thought of deflecting again. Maybe even blaming hormones, or sleep, or some other distant excuse that didn’t carry the weight in your chest.

But Drew’s voice was so quiet.

So careful.

And his arms around you didn’t budge. They only held you steadier.

You turned your face slightly toward him, just enough for your voice to find its way back.

“It’s not because of you.”

He kissed the back of your head once, then rested his forehead there.

“Then talk to me, baby.”

You exhaled shakily.

“After I gave birth to Lola, my belly never went back. The stretch marks… they’re everywhere. They’re deep. And red. And I know they’ll fade, but Drew, I don’t look the same. I don’t feel the same.”

He said nothing, but his hand shifted, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, palm flat against your soft tummy.

You tensed.

“I used to be confident,” you added, your voice cracking.

“I used to love when you looked at me. Now I just… I can’t stand the idea of you seeing me like this. Of seeing what’s left.”

The silence was heavy but not cold.

He was thinking.

You were about to speak again maybe take it back and when his hand gently turned you over to face him.

Drew’s eyes met yours, soft and sea-glass blue even in the dark.

“You think I’d stop wanting you because your body did something incredible?”

You opened your mouth, but he kept going, his words steady, raw, and real.

“Do you know how many nights I stayed up just watching you sleep with one hand on your belly, feeling her kick? Do you know how much I loved your body then? How I love it now?”

His hand rested over your ribs.

“You made our baby. You made two of them. Your body changed because it had to because it grew love inside of it.”

You looked away, embarrassed by the tears slipping down your cheeks.

But Drew gently brought your face back to him, kissing your temple.

“I miss seeing you,” he whispered.

“Not because you look different but because I want you to know that nothing’s changed for me. Not one damn thing.”

You closed your eyes, letting the truth in.

He continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I married you knowing every version of you will evolve. That’s the promise, right? I don’t just love the you from our wedding, or the you carrying Lola. I love the woman you are now, a strong, tired, stretched thin but still here, still beautiful, still mine.”

Your lips trembled.

“You think I see stretch marks?” he asked.

“No. They’re like… superhero battle scars. You literally built humans, babe.”

You let out a shaky laugh, burying your face in his chest.

“That was so corny.”

“It was true, though,” he teased, smiling softly against your hair.

You stayed like that for a long time, breathing him in, letting his warmth push out every last lingering shadow.

Eventually, your hand found his.

You pulled it under your shirt again, guiding it to your belly.

“They’re really red right now.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“And I still think you’re the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You snorted. “You’re impossible.”

He tilted your chin to kiss you slow.

“Nope. I just madly in love with my wife. Even the parts she’s still learning to love herself.”

[crushpunky]

actress!reader, drew, and break up rumors

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

based on this ask. also used a fake username for drews insta because i dont want impersonate/fake a real person lol warning: period pains and some mental health struggles

The last week had been hard for y/n. Her bones felt entirely seeped in fatigue and tiredness, the sharp cramps brought about her period not helping. Despite the fact all she wanted to do was curl up in bed all day with a heating pad, she had meetings and commitments that forced her up and out the door each day.

She’d just gotten back from a lunch meeting with discussions about a potential audition and was already drained. Y/n shucked her shoes off before flopping down onto the couch with a sigh. She wished Drew was here. All she wanted needed right now was to snuggle up on the couch with him and watch some cheesy old movie.  He had decided to run to his mom’s to help her clean out the basement, insisting he had to help to ensure she didn’t throw away any of the “gold” they would inevitably find buried under boxes of photos and old basketball trophies. He had also taken Charleston with him, the dog always happy at an opportunity to run around in a backyard bigger than their own, meaning y/n was left entirely alone in her and Drew’s house.

A sudden cramp knocked the wind out of her lungs, her hand shooting out to grip onto the couch. With a groan, she rose up to her feet before slinking into the bathroom. After digging through the cabinets she found some pain medication, swallowing the pills dry as she braced herself against the countertop. Y/n attempted to steady her breathing, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to push down the anxious thoughts of auditions and schedules and appointments.

Suddenly, however, she was pulled out of her ruminations by the sound of a car door closing. Y/n moved out of the bathroom, rushing down the hallway until she finally made it to the front door. She flung the door open, greeted by Drew, his arms full with boxes as Charleston scurried through the door.

“Hey—” Drew said, but was cut off as y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a crushing hug. He shifted the box in his arms, allowing one of his hands to wrap around y/n’s torso to smooth along the small of her back.

“What’s going on?” Drew said, pulling slightly out of the hug to get a good look at y/n’s exhausted and teary face. She shook her head, resting her cheek on Drew’s cheek with a sigh.

“Just tired,” y/n murmured against the fabric of Drew’s t-shirt. “Missed you.”

“Once I get these boxes in, I’m all yours, a’ight?” Drew said, pressing a kiss to the top of y/n’s head. Y/n looked up at Drew with a small grin, Drew pressing another kiss to her nose before entering the house to put the box in. 

“I’ll help.” Y/n said, his hand still resting along the small of her back as they made their way out to Drew’s truck. The bed was filled with various boxes, all filled with everything from scrapbooks and picture frames to flower vases and a lamp.

“I look like I’m moving in.” Drew chuckled as he picked up another box.

“Or moving out. I’m tired of your snoring, Starkey, you’re out.” Y/n teased, her under eyes still a bit puffy despite the smile now adorning her lips.

“You’re kicking me out?” Drew groaned, tossing his head back in faux dramatism. Y/n giggled, taking a box from the truck before bumping her hip against Drew.

“I’d never kick you out, who would I have to annoy all day?” Y/n said, looking up at Drew as he grinned back at her.

Luckily y/n didn’t have anything planned for the morning, her and Drew staying up late (or late for them, considering they both were usually in bed by 10) eating popcorn, drinking wine, and watching shitty movies. However, her morning of sleeping in was interrupted when her and Drew’s phones began blowing up with concerned texts from friends, family members, and managers.

“What is going on?” Drew said with a groan, lifting his face from the pillow. Y/n blinked, adjusting to the bright sunlight as she turned over in bed. Drew’s arm was flung across her stomach, his fingers brushing against her ribs as she reached for her phone.

baby im so sorry, im here if you need to talk :( did you and drew break up ?!?!??!??! what did he do? ill beat his ass. what is going on rn ? I thought you and drew were good ?!

“I… I’m confused.” Y/n shook her head, trying to understand the text messages before she switched over to Instagram. Immediately, she was greeted with the post that answered her questions:

Y/n groaned, running a hand through her bed head before she turned her phone around for Drew to see. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he leaned in, letting out a small chuckle as he looked at the picture.

“I mean… it doesn’t look good.” Drew grumbled, flipping over to his back before scooting up to sit against the headboard. He rolled his shoulders out, his toned and tanned arms stretching out before coming to rest around y/n.

“This is the last thing I wanted to deal with right now.” Y/n sighed, flopping over to rest her face against the skin of Drew’s stomach.

“Well, it could be a lot worse.” Drew said, resting a hand in y/n’s hair. He played with pieces of it, his fingers combing through the strands.

“How so? Everyone thinks you're single now.” Y/n said, peering up at Drew. “Do you know how many people I will have to fight off now?”

Drew chuckled, patting his hand against y/n’s cheek as he let out a pitiful “awww” at the pout in y/n’s cheek. Y/n rolled her eyes dramatically before falling back into Drew’s lap.

“Don’t you worry.” Drew said, reaching over to the nightstand with a groan. He grabbed his phone, quickly swiping past the bombardment of notifications to go to Instagram. With a smirk on his face, Drew snapped a picture of y/n. After typing out a snarky caption, he pressed “post”.

Y/n’s phone dinged once more, her lifting her head to see the notification on her screen.

drewseph has tagged you in a story

“What did you do?” Y/n said, narrowing her eyes at Drew, who shrugged innocently.

“Nothing.” Drew said simply. “Just solved our problem.”

[grapejuicebrat]

just friends - d.s.

warnings: none just disgustingly cute imagine😛

my masterlist

———

You had always been close with Madelyn. Ever since you met on set of one of her projects, the two of you clicked instantly. Movie nights, spontaneous road trips, and long FaceTime calls became routine. Naturally, through her, you met Drew Starkey.

At first, he was just Madelyn’s friend. Then, he was your friend, too.

And maybe—just maybe—you wished he was something more.

It wasn’t your fault he made it so hard not to fall for him.

Like right now.

“Okay, I’m calling it,” Drew announced, dramatically throwing down his controller. “I can’t beat you at this game. It’s physically impossible.”

You grinned, biting your lip to hide your victory laugh. “You say that every time, and yet you still challenge me.”

Drew groaned, flopping backward onto the couch beside you, one arm draped lazily across his face. “Because I have hope. Hope that one day, I’ll witness a miracle and actually win.”

Madelyn, sitting across the room, snorted. “I’ve been trying to tell you, Drew. She’s undefeated.”

He peeked at you from beneath his arm, his blue eyes playful. “How does it feel being this good at everything?”

You shrugged, nudging his leg with your sock-clad foot. “It’s a burden, honestly.”

Drew laughed, the warm, boyish sound making your heart do a stupid little flip.

Madelyn, ever the observer, smirked knowingly but said nothing.

It wasn’t weird that Drew always ended up sitting next to you, right? That his arm would somehow end up draped across the couch behind you, or that his fingers absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your hoodie? Totally normal friend behavior.

Right?

“Okay, I want ice cream,” Madelyn declared, standing up and stretching. “You guys coming?”

Drew barely reacted. Instead, he turned his head to look at you, eyebrows raised in silent question.

You exhaled dramatically. “Fine, but only if I get to pick the music in the car.”

Drew grinned. “Deal.”

———

The three of you ended up at your favorite little ice cream shop, the kind with fairy lights hanging outside and an old-school jukebox playing soft tunes in the corner.

As you stood in line, Drew nudged your shoulder with his. “What are you getting?”

You pursed your lips. “Undecided. Might need to try a few flavors first.”

Drew rolled his eyes with a smile. “Of course you do.”

When it was finally your turn, you asked for a sample of at least three flavors before deciding. Drew just stood there, watching with amusement, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.

“C’mon, just get cookies and cream,” he teased.

You scrunched your nose. “That’s your favorite.”

He grinned. “Exactly. Because it’s the best.”

You ended up going with a different flavor just to spite him. When you sat down at a small outdoor table, Drew immediately leaned over and stole a spoonful from your cup.

You gasped. “Drew!”

He just smirked. “What? You stole mine first.”

Madelyn, sitting across from you, wiggled her eyebrows. “You guys are cute.”

You nearly choked. “We’re—”

“Not dating,” Drew finished smoothly, though something unreadable flickered in his expression.

Madelyn just hummed, clearly unconvinced.

———

As the night went on, the three of you sat outside, talking and laughing under the glow of string lights. Drew’s knee bumped against yours more than once, but he didn’t move it away. When you shivered slightly from the night breeze, he wordlessly pulled off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders, his fingertips grazing your collarbone for just a second too long.

Your stomach fluttered.

“Thanks,” you murmured, tugging it closer.

Drew just smiled, soft and warm. “Anytime.”

Madelyn, sipping her milkshake, smirked behind her straw. “You two are so oblivious.”

You turned to glare at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She just shrugged. “Nothing. Just… funny how you steal each other’s food, sit way too close, share clothes…”

Drew chuckled. “We’re friends, Maddie.”

Madelyn hummed again like she knew something you didn’t. “Sure. Friends.”

———

Later, when Drew drove you home, the car was quiet except for the soft hum of the playlist you picked.

He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “You know, Mads isn’t wrong.”

You looked at him, startled. “About what?”

Drew glanced at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “About us.”

Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?”

Drew exhaled, shaking his head with a small smile. “I don’t know. It’s just… I like being around you. Always have.”

Something warm settled in your chest. “I like being around you too.”

He turned to you again at a red light, something unreadable in his blue eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded, barely breathing. “Yeah.”

Drew’s lips twitched like he wanted to say more, but the light turned green, and he faced forward again.

But the air between you felt different now.

Maybe you and Drew were just friends.

But the way he looked at you tonight?

Maybe you weren’t just anything.

[psformybss]

Paws and Promises

series masterlist

pairing: drew starkey x secret fiancee!reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, soft domestic vibes, excessive cuteness

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The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of their Charleston kitchen, warm and golden, just like everything had felt since the move. It was quiet except for the soft hum of the coffee machine and the occasional creak of the wooden floor beneath Drew’s bare feet.

He handed Y/N her favorite mug, filled almost to the brim, just the way she liked it.

“Okay,” he said, voice still low and scratchy from sleep. “So… we officially own this house.”

Y/N turned from where she was scribbling in her planner at the kitchen island, her lips curling into a smile. “You make it sound like we just picked up groceries.”

“I mean, we did sign a mountain of papers and give away our souls, but yeah,” he said, sliding into the stool next to hers. “No big deal.”

She laughed, nudging his knee with hers under the counter. “I’m just excited we don’t have to sign anything else. It’s ours. For real.”

Drew smiled at her, soft and slow. “It already felt like home with you in it.”

She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Cheesy.”

“True,” he countered.

They sat in the quiet for a moment, sipping coffee and watching the soft light spill across their new countertops. Their moving boxes were half-unpacked in the next room, and the faint scent of fresh paint still lingered from the weekend project Drew had insisted on finishing before he had to be back on set.

Y/N glanced at him over the rim of her mug. “So, I was thinking…”

Drew raised an eyebrow. “That’s usually dangerous.”

“Rude.” She tried to hide her smile, failing miserably. “You remember what you promised me?”

His expression shifted into something teasing. “If this is about the backyard hammock, I said eventually—”

She groaned and stood and slid into his lap. “No, smartass. I’m talking about this promise.” She pulled out her phone and tapped to show him a screenshot. It was a golden retriever puppy from the shelter’s Instagram page, floppy ears and big brown eyes melting into the camera.

Drew tilted his head. “You bookmarked it?”

“I’ve had a folder of dogs for the last year, don’t act surprised.”

He stared at the photo, then looked up at her. “You wanna go today?”

Y/N blinked. “Wait… really?”

Drew smiled at how her entire face lit up. “We’ve got the house. I’ve got the day off. Let’s go meet him.”

The drive to the shelter was a mix of excited chatter and soft music playing through the speakers. Y/N read the details from the puppy’s post—male, golden retriever, about nine weeks old, and sweet as can be.

“He’s got a little heart-shaped patch on his nose,” she added, showing Drew the zoomed-in photo again.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, shaking his head—but he was smiling the whole time.

When they arrived, the woman at the front desk greeted them with a warm smile. “You’re here about the golden retriever, right?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded eagerly. “We just bought a house and… well, it felt like time.”

The woman smiled knowingly. “He’s been a favorite around here. Come on—he’s in the back.”

The second they stepped into the room, Drew heard it: the tiny thump-thump of paws against the tile and a soft yip. The puppy was already at the edge of the enclosure, tail wagging like crazy, as if he knew.

“Oh my God,” Y/N whispered, clutching Drew’s arm. “He’s so much cuter in person.”

Drew crouched beside the gate and opened it slowly. The puppy made a beeline for him, stumbling over his own feet before crashing into Drew’s lap with an excited squeak.

“He picked you,” Y/N said softly, dropping down next to them.

The puppy licked Drew’s chin before collapsing dramatically onto his back, inviting belly rubs. Drew laughed, rubbing the soft golden fluff. “I think we’re done looking.”

“Alright,” the shelter employee said with a warm smile, setting the final adoption form on the desk. “Sign right there, and Teddy is officially yours.”

Y/N squeezed Drew’s hand under the table, her grin wide and glowing as she picked up the pen.

“We’re doing it,” she whispered, practically bouncing in her seat.

Drew smiled down at her, watching as she signed her name with a little heart at the end. He leaned in as she passed the pen to him.

“Should I draw a paw print instead of my signature?” he joked.

“Please don’t get us flagged by the shelter,” she laughed.

He signed quickly, and when the employee clapped her hands together and slid them a folder of Teddy’s vet records, Y/N let out a quiet gasp of joy.

“Congratulations!” the woman said. “Teddy’s all yours. We’ll grab his blanket and favorite toy for you.”

Teddy was currently passed out in Drew’s lap, paws twitching like he was already dreaming. Drew looked down at him, gently smoothing a hand over the soft golden fur. “You’re coming home, little dude.”

Y/N was already mentally organizing the next part of the plan. “Okay, we need food, a bed, a crate, toys—oh my god, so many toys—a collar, leash, bowls—”

“Should we just bring the whole shelter with us?” Drew asked dryly.

She shot him a look. “You promised me a dog. That promise included spoiling him.”

The pet store was a sensory overload—colorful squeaky toys, endless aisles of food, and several other people with their own dogs in tow. Y/N was a woman on a mission, pushing the cart like she was on Supermarket Sweep.

Drew followed behind her, holding Teddy (who had been carried in like royalty), one brow arched as he watched her toss item after item into the cart.

“Babe,” he said, lifting a rope toy with a giant giraffe head attached to it, “does he need a jungle-themed tug-of-war set?”

“Yes,” she said without missing a beat. “That’s the cutest one.”

Drew looked into the cart. “He’s got five toys already.”

“He’s a baby, Drew. He’s going to get bored.”

“Baby, you got him the plush lobster, the squeaky donut, a set of tennis balls, and a talking monkey.”

“He likes options!”

Drew tried to keep a straight face but failed. She was too cute when she got like this—eyebrows raised, lips pursed in determination, completely serious about spoiling their new puppy like he was royalty.

She turned to him with a bright pink food bowl that said “Goodest Boy” in glittery letters.

He blinked. “You’re not serious.”

“It matches his vibe.”

“His vibe?”

She held it up next to Teddy’s face. “Tell me he doesn’t look like a goodest boy.”

Teddy yawned in Drew’s arms and let his tongue flop out.

“…Damn it,” Drew muttered. “He kinda does.”

By the time they got to the checkout line, the cart was full. Not just full—overflowing. Y/N had added a fluffy dog bed, two kinds of treats (“He needs to sample!”), grooming supplies, puppy training pads, and a little raincoat that had paw prints on the hood.

“I blacked out a little,” she admitted, biting her lip as she glanced at the total on the screen.

Drew laughed, handing over his card. “It’s fine. We’ll just cancel Netflix and live off peanut butter for a while.”

“I bought peanut butter for Teddy, too,” she added innocently.

He gave her a long look, then glanced down at the puppy curled up in his arms.

Teddy sneezed softly and blinked up at him with those big brown eyes.

“…Okay. He’s worth it.”

“Told you!”

By the time they pulled back into the driveway, the sun was dipping low behind the trees, casting long shadows over the porch. Teddy nestled in the back seat, yawning every few seconds.

Y/N carried him inside, whispering softly as she showed him around. “This is your new home, Teddy. Living room’s over there, kitchen’s full of treats, and that blanket? Yeah, it’s yours now.”

Drew stood by the door, watching them. The sight of Y/N holding the tiny dog, beaming with a mix of wonder and contentment, tugged at something deep in his chest.

“I think you love him more than you love me,” he teased.

She looked up. “It’s a close call.”

Teddy made a soft snuffling sound, curling up on the blanket they laid out for him. Y/N dropped onto the floor beside him, tucking her legs under herself as Drew sat behind her and pulled her into his lap.

“You’re really happy,” he said quietly.

“I really am,” she replied. “This house. This little family. It’s everything I didn’t even know I wanted.”

Drew pressed a kiss to her temple. “Same here.”

They sat there for a while—no cameras, no scripts, no set calls. Just them. Just home.

And Teddy, their golden boy, snoring softly beside them.

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an:

i love them so much 🥲

also i have one draft left and im lowkey out of ideas so if anyone has any plssss send in a request.

[fictionalmenxyn]

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Pairing: Drew x singer/actress!reader

(The parts that are Itallic are what you would see in the video rather than in person)

Warnings: language, slightly emotional reader (for good reason)

Face claim: Billie Eilish (what a cutie 😊)

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Once again, your time has come. Your yearly interview.

This time, Drew was sat behind the camera. You sat in the directors chair. You smiled at the camera and spoke “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n.. it’s currently October eighteenth, twenty-twenty-four” you smile.

Other versions of you repeat those words, only difference is the year… oh! And also your appearance, obviously.

Drew was sat on a chair opposite you and behind the camera. A big smile on his face. He loved these interviews of you.

First question ‘biggest thing that happened in your career?’ You smiled and scrunched your nose. You then lean forward in your chair and whispered the camera “I got two oscars.” You balled your fists in excitement and scrunched your face. “Two! Not one, but two… still feels like a dream”

You watch your year-younger self, “I got six Grammys! Ah!” You chuckle at your past self. You looked to the camera “two oscars and six Grammys… damn..” you and Drew laugh.

‘What’s the most important things to you right now?’ You smiled at the question. You tilt your head to look around the camera and to Drew. You answered “my love, my everything… Drew mother fucking Starkey…” he chuckled. You wave him over “c’mere, babe…” he got the green light from the director and walked over to you.

You opened your arms, he leaned down and hugged you as you sat in the chair. As he pulls away slightly, he kissed your forehead. You smiled “this is whats important to me… my Drew…” you both knew the fans were gonna make edits and comments about this. You were honestly excited to see the edits. You loved how cute your fans were when it came to you and Drew.

You and Drew watched your younger self “uh probably my boyfriend… he’s the best-” younger you looked to the camera “I love ya, Drew!” You both laughed.

Drew kissed your forehead once more, then went back behind the camera; sitting in his chair once again.

‘Craziest fan moment?’ You answered “it was at New York, my latest tour. I noticed a girl in the crowd. She looked like she had something in her hand. So when we did our usual ten minute break. I walked over to her, cause she didn’t leave her spot. She held a box, saying it was a gift for me and she couldn’t get vip tickets to meet backstage. So I opened it, and i literally broke down crying, happy tears of course. What was in the box, was a handmade painting of Drew and I. In a frame, it was our photo I said was my favourite of us. On the set of outer banks, still dressed in our characters clothes. On our characters dirt bikes, our heads against each others. She said it took her eighteen hours. It’s not a crazy moment, but definitely sentimental…”

You watched younger you, ‘dude, everyone kept throwing T-shirts with Drew’s face on stage!” You laughed. Still having them shirts. You never got rid of them. Never crossed you mind to get rid of them.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ You smiled and shook your head “no I don’t…” your grin grew bigger as you lifted your left hand up “I got a fiancé!!” Drew’s smile only grew bigger. God you were so cute in his mind. Always have, always will.

You look at last year’s clip “yes I do, Drew, my childhood bestie, and lover, love his soul… miss my baby, haven’t saw him in a few hours… gonna see him later though excited.” You laughed at your younger you.

‘Describe your style in three words’ you smiled and tilted your head “open to opportunity.”

Your 2023 self said “live laugh Drew” you bursted out laughing and replied “I said that?!” You laughed.

‘Favourite movie?’ You smiled “ooo probably Beetlejuice… the original, although the new one is really good.. you know I love a good Tim Burton movie…”

You answered “Batman The Dark Knight, Cillian and Heath are soooo good in that movie, so was Christian Bale… but Cillian and Heath…” you playfully roll your eyes at younger you. You remarked “god I was practically drooling over that movie” you laugh.

‘What are you working on currently?’ You smiled “well, as you recently found out, I’m working on an album… which is half done… and I’m starring in the newest Outer Banks season, once again…”

2023 you spoke “a movie and Outer Banks… oh! And a single…”

‘One thing you’d like to do with your career this year?’ You smiled “as usual, to star in a Tim Burton movie…” you wink at the camera.

Younger you answered “obviously star in a Tim Burton movie, pretty sure I said that since like the third year, right??” You chuckle.

You look to the camera, “thanks for checking in on me, Vanity Fair… once again a great yearly catch up! I love you guys!” You waved Drew to come back over. Which he did. He leaned down to get into frame. You both smile, you spoke “we love you all! See you soon!”

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[ilyrafe]

𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✧ 𝒅. 𝒔.

pairing: drew starkey x f!reader

warnings: the smallest bit of angst, i promise!

word count: 0.8k (she smol!)

“no!”

drew gets startled by your scream and the loud thud of something breaking on the floor.

“babe?” he calls out for you, as he runs around, looking for you.

he finds you in the living room, on your knees, picking up the remains of the mugs you made. the blood on the floor alarms him instantly.

“ugh, i’m such an idiot!” you whine, on the verge of tears.

“baby, wait! let me help you.”

carefully, drew picks you up and takes you to the washroom, where he carefully cleans your injured hand.

“i broke the mugs!” you cry. “i spent an entire week making them and i broke them! and now i don’t know what to get your mom!”

“it’s okay, it was an accident, gravity just did its job.” he says, trying to lighten the mood.

“drew, i can’t show up at your mom’s house empty handed.”

it’s endearing how much you care. instead of buying something, you decided to make jodi a gift. drew once said his mom is obsessed with mugs and you wanted to give her something she would like. you were so excited and happy with your work, but now everything is ruined and your hand is injured.

he opens the cabinets looking for the first aid kit and he quickly patches you up.

“okay, all done!”

he places a soft kiss over the band-aid and then kisses your lips.

“what am i gonna do now? i don’t have the time to make another mug!”

“she’ll understand, i promise. don’t stress over this, okay?”

you sigh, defeated. you want to make a great first impression on his family, and showing up at their house without a gift is unacceptable.

“oh! you did say she liked candles, right?! i know just the place to get her the best candles! and i can even ask them to put her name on it!”

the way your face lights up when the idea crosses your mind is beyond adorable. he doesn’t like when you spend money on him or his family, but you can’t help it — you love giving gifts to people, and you do put so much thought into them.

you get out of the washroom nearly running, and drew just laughs at your antics. there’s nothing he can do to make you stop wanting to please others, really.

he hears your quick steps running around the apartment, getting your things before you leave to go to the said store.

“i’ll be back in an hour!” you announce, almost out the door.

“wait!” drew calls after you, grabbing his keys from the counter. “i’m coming with you.”

you pause, one hand on the doorknob, giving him a confused look.

“you don’t have to.”

“i know, but i want to. besides,” he smirks, stepping closer, “you might need someone to help carry the bags when you inevitably buy more than just a candle.”

you roll your eyes, but can’t help the small laugh that escapes.

“fine, but we’re sticking to the plan: just the candle.”

“sure, babe. whatever you say.”

the two of you head out together, walking down the city streets as the sun dips low in the sky. drew can’t stop sneaking glances at you, your determination to fix the situation despite your earlier frustration has him smiling to himself.

when you arrive at the candle shop, it’s like you’ve stepped into a cozy wonderland. the shelves line the walls, filled with beautifully crafted candles in every scent imaginable.

“okay, let’s find something perfect for your mom,” you say, diving into the task with laser focus.

drew follows close behind, occasionally picking up random candles to sniff, only to scrunch his nose at the overly floral or overly sweet ones.

eventually, you find it: a beautiful, hand-poured soy candle with a woodsy scent that reminds you of drew’s stories about his mom’s love for nature. better yet, the store offers custom engraving!

you request jodi’s name along with a little heart etched onto the glass jar, and the store clerk promises to have it ready in twenty minutes.

as you wait, drew pulls you aside and wraps an arm around your waist.

“see? no need to worry about it, problem solved. mom will love you, with or without a mug.”

“i still feel bad about breaking them,” you admit, leaning against him.

“accidents happen,” he reassures you, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your hip. “you care so much, and that’s what matters.”

you look up at him, your heart swelling at his words.

“you think so? i really hope she does.”

“i know so.”

why do you need people’s approval that bad, you don’t know, but you do.

by the time the candle is ready, you’re feeling much more confident. you thank the clerk profusely, admiring the elegant engraving before slipping the candle into a gift bag.

as the two of you leave the store, drew laces his fingers with yours.

“since we’re out, can i treat you to dinner?”

“i should be the one treating you to dinner.” you remark.

“as if i’m gonna let you pay for anything.” he scoffs as he grabs your hand, leading you to a nice little italian restaurant nearby.

just like that, the evening turns into an unexpected but perfect little date, reminding you why drew is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

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the one | drew starkey

pairing: drew x married!reader

summary: drew had a thing for you for as long as he could remember. coming back home, he faces a sad and scary truth

warnings: abuse (emotional, physical),swearing, I guess emotional “cheating”?

wc: 3k

a/n: thank you to the anon that sent this in!! it’s my first drew imagine so i hope yall like it!! i had a lot of fun writing it

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You stood around a table with your friends, your husband beside you with his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. You laughed as your friend recounted a story from your childhood. It had everyone with their heads thrown back, drinks threatening to tip out of their glasses in hand.

“Y/n, you and Drew were the absolute funniest,” she gasped through her cackles.

You signed in content, fondly thinking back to your friend. You had lost contact with Drew since he was casted in Outer Banks. He hadn’t seemed to really keep up with anyone from his hometown. You weren’t even sure if he knew you were married to Derek, one of his best friends. Or you suppose, old best friends.

Shortly after Drew left, you and Derek became close. Bonding over missing Drew’s presence, the two of you started hanging out with each other. He was everything you hoped. Handsome, charming, showering you with compliments or gifts. He proposed to you, and it wasn’t long before the two of you said I do.

As your husband’s grip tightened around your waist, you couldn’t stop thinking about Drew. You always thought of him as your first real love, even though nothing happened between you. You would always have a soft spot for him, even if it wasn’t reciprocated. You always assumed you’d end up with him, and had spent countless days daydreaming of marrying him. He made his stance clear when he left. At first, he would text you and update you, but that faded. You were lucky if he even saw an instagram story you posted. He had moved on, so you did too.

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Drew stepped into the local cafe, his suitcase dragging behind him. He couldn’t come home without his first stop being to acquire his favorite coffee. He began walking up to the counter before something caught his eye. You were sitting in the corner booth, as always, iced latte in front of you and your nose in a book. Drew couldn’t help but grin, acknowledging the way your brows slightly furrowed. He knew you were at a good part of the book.

His mind took him back to countless days spent hunched over that very same table. Crunching for exams with notes spread all over the table. You used to always slam your hand down, telling him to focus. You never knew he wasn’t focusing because he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“Y/n?” he called gently as he approached your table.

You looked up, pulled out of your imaginary world and gasped. You almost screamed at the sight of your old friend in front of you. You stood up immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You breathed in his familiar scent, fuelling you with nostalgia.

“Drew,” you breathed, staring into his blue eyes with your hands on his arms. “You’re home.”

“Yeah, I had some time off,” he explained. “I’m happy to see you.”

You invited him to sit, placing you bookmark and closing your book. He had your full attention. He felt breathless seeing you in person again. You looked different, yet the same. He noticed something glint on the table and lowered his gaze. He saw the ring on your finger.

“You got married?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “To Derek, actually.”

Drew felt his heart sink. Derek was his best friend. Their whole life Derek knew the feelings Drew had for you. Derek was constantly telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, you liked someone else, he heard someone say you were seeing someone. Was it all a lie? Did he like you all along?

“I wasn’t invited?” Drew asked playfully, but was actually serious.

“We didn’t do a ceremony,” you explained. “He wanted to just elope, skip the other extravagance.”

He could hear the slight lilt in your voice as you said that. Drew knew for a fact you had been dreaming about your wedding day since you were little. You eloped? With no one to see? He just couldn’t picture it. With Derek of all people?

“You’d be in the loop if you came around more,” you muttered. “Or called every now and then.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Drew sighed, filled with guilt. His best friend got married and he had no idea. “I think I just got so caught up in everything. It all moves so fast it’s hard to keep up. I’ve been thinking a lot about you, about home.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “That was mean of me, you don’t need to explain.”

Drew went to keep apologizing, but another familiar face burst through the door. Derek strode over to your table, suit jacket perfectly ironed.

“Drew, babe, hey,” he said through a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Drew stood up and gave Derek a hug. Derek’s eyes stayed on you, darkening slightly. He was being nice to Drew, but you knew something was wrong.

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me you were hanging out with him,” Derek mentioned pleasantly.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting him,” you laughed. “He walked in and we just started chatting.”

“Well, we have to get home,” he said sharply. “Peter and his wife are coming for dinner, remember?”

“Of course I remember,” you laughed. “Drew, do you want to join us tonight?”

“I’d love to,” he smiled.

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The door slammed behind you as you walked in the front door of your house. You jumped slightly, turning to meet Derek’s eyes.

“Why are you sneaking around with him?” he sneered.

“He, is our friend. Your best friend, remember? I’m sick of you always accusing me of things,” you shot back.

“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t act like a slut all the time.”

You froze. The words sunk into your skin. Worked through your veins. Slut. Derek had been on edge lately. Easier to set off. You noticed him snapping at you more often. Calling you names, telling you what to do. He was just stressed. That had to be all it was, right?

You silently walked towards the kitchen, being jolted back when his hand tightly grabbed your wrist, him telling you to look at him when he speaks. He yanked you back, slamming you into the wall behind you. You winced, pain shooting through your head.

“Y/n,” he whispered. “I-I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again I-I don’t know what happened.”

You felt the tears stinging the back of your eyes. The back of your throat burning. The back of your head throbbing.

“I’m gonna go start dinner,” you mumbled, and this time, he let go of you.

“I’ll go grab the wine,” he said, leaving the house with a quiet shut of the door.

You stood silently in your newly renovated kitchen. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but never did. You didn’t know how to react. Derek had been so perfect. You stood wondering what happened. How you got here. It was just a mistake, right? It had to be.

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You put on a brave face as you set the table. The flowers Derek brought home for you set in the centre, with the expensive bottles of wine on either side. He apologized profusely, and you decided to let it go. You wanted to have a good night. You couldn’t let one spat ruin your night, or your marriage, could you?

Derek had never liked you hanging out with other guys. Honestly, he usually didn’t like you hanging out with other people in general. He always told you that he was the only one who would ever truly be there for you. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should have thought of him more. He always said you were too selfish, and maybe it was true.

Your friends slowly arrived, Drew following shortly after your other friends. He reached in for a hug, and you felt Derek’s eyes burning a hole in your back. You settled for a side hug, not wanting to be rude. You were a wife now, you had to behave like one.

Drew sat down next to you, and as you poured a glass of wine and took your first sip, you felt yourself unwinding a little. The conversation flowed easily, Derek’s hand never leaving your body. Whether it was your thigh, hand, arm, he was always touching you. You noticed when you talked to Drew, his grip got a bit tighter. Each time, you took a big gulp of your wine, trying to forget the events of the day.

Drew noticed as you flinched slightly, Derek’s hand on your arm. He whispered in your ear as you both stood up to leave the room, politely excusing yourselves. He stayed silent, knowing it wasn’t his business. You weren’t his, you never would be now.

Drew fell into conversation with the other couple, not knowing that in the next room you were being called a drunk by your husband, and told you were embarrassing.

“I’m worried about her.” He heard your friend, Belle, mumble into her husbands ear.

“About y/n?” he spoke up. He didn’t want to interrupt their conversation, but he had been gone for so long. He didn’t know anything that was happening in your life.

Belle nodded, looking over her shoulder to make sure everyone else was out of earshot.

“She’s just so different since marrying him,” she whispered. “She’s gotten so…small almost. Making herself small. She seems almost scared to set him off. She never hangs out anymore without him because he won’t let her. I don’t want to accuse him of anything, but I’m worried she’s being ab-”

She was cut off by you and Derek entering the room and taking your seats again. Abused? Was she about to say abused? No way. That couldn’t be. He knew Derek, didn’t he? If you were being hurt, he’d know, wouldn’t he?

The rest of the night Drew’s eyes stayed on you. He noticed small things, like how you nodded obediently to Derek. How Derek made sly remarks about your dress, or a mistake with the cooking. Could what Belle was saying be true?

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You shut the door softly behind your last guest. Derek was on you immediately.

“You’re an embarrassment,” he scoffed. “Basically throwing yourself at him in front of me. You look like a drunk, and a mess.”

“Leave me alone, Derek,” you sighed. “I can’t do this anymore tonight.”

Before you could register what happened, a sharp pain hit your cheek, a loud crash around you. You clutched your face, the smell of red wine filling your nostrils. He threw the bottle at you. You felt something sharp in your face, pulling out the shard of glass lodged in there.

“Don’t talk back to me,” he screamed, making you jump back.

“I’m gonna get some air,” you whispered as you stepped out the front door. He needed a second to calm down, and you needed a second to process.

After a few deep breaths, you placed your hand back on the door handle, only to find it locked. He locked you out. You banged on the door, screaming his name and telling him to open the door.

“You can sleep on the street for all I care,” he yelled through the door. “I can’t look at your whore face anymore.”

You continued to bang on the door, tears streaming down your face for the first time since everything happened. You saw his shadow retreat, all the lights shut off. You were left alone in the dark. No phone, no keys, no shoes. He couldn’t leave you out here all night, could he?

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Drew felt his pockets for his phone, to no prevail. He must have forgotten it at your place. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Belle said. Was she actually about to say abuse?

He shook it off briefly as he climbed back into the rental car, making his way back to your house. He hoped you would still answer the door. As he turned onto your street, he saw a girl walking. More like limping. She had no shoes on. He slowed down slightly, slamming the brakes as soon as his headlights revealed who it was.

“Y/n!” he panicked as he jumped out of the car, running up to you. “Are you okay? What happened? You’re bleeding.”

It felt like he was talking a mile a minute, unable to slow down.

“C-can I stay with you tonight?” you stuttered between sobs.

“Of course you can,” Drew whispered as his thumb swiped a stray tear away. “Come, get in the car.”

He opened the door for you and helped you in, rushing back to the drivers side. He didn’t care about his phone anymore. The only thing that mattered was you.

You say in silence as he drove, pulling into the driveway soon after. He helped you out of the car and into the house. He walked you to the bathroom, turning the light on to examine the cut on your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“You’re hurt,” Drew said, tears prickling his eyes. He cleaned the wound gently, his warm hands treating you so tenderly.

“He…” you breathed. “He threw a bottle at me, then locked me outside.”

Drew’s jaw clenched as he tried to stay calm. It wouldn’t help if he got angry or freaked out. He wanted you to feel comfortable, despite all the thoughts and emotions running through him.

You didn’t say anything else for a while. Drew gave you a t shirt and sweatpants to change into.

“You can have the bed,” he said as he lifted the covers, urging you to climb under. “I’ll go on the couch. If you want to talk I’m here, okay?”

He turned to leave the room, but you stopped him.

“Drew?” you called, your voice barely audible. “Can you lie with me for a bit?”

He felt his heart jump as he walked to the bed, sitting on the edge for a minute before lying back beside you. He stayed on top of the covers, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. His mind spun with guilt. He never should have left you, or fallen out of touch. If he had been here to see the signs, he could have helped you. He could have stopped it. He couldn’t fathom his, now former, best friend hurting the girl he loved.

You lay there silently until you broke. Violent sobs shook your body. You felt Drew’s arms pull you close as you cried. He rubbed your back, assuring you that you were safe. He had you. When the tears finally somewhat relented, you spoke.

“He hurt me earlier today too,” you said. “After the cafe. He called me a slut and slammed me against the wall.”

Drew’s breath hitched in his throat. He couldn’t bear to hear that this happened to you. He couldn’t even speak.

“How did I get here? I thought I was better than this. That I’d never put up with this,” you ranted. “I should have seen the signs, should have done something sooner. I just wanted someone to love me.”

“That’s not love, y/n,” Drew told you.

“I know,” you sighed. “I shouldn’t have married him. He made all these promises. When you left he…he told me you didn’t care. That he was the only one who would ever be there for me. I stupidly believed him. Who else would marry me?”

“Of course I care,” Drew choked, tears burning his eyes. “It hurt too much for me to be close to you. It was selfish and stupid, but I couldn’t bear it knowing you didn’t…love me back.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” he quickly interjected. “I shouldn’t be talking about myself. I should have been here for you. I should have helped you.”

You knew you were technically married, but you hung on Drew’s words. Love him back? He loved you? That’s all you ever wanted to hear.

“What do you mean…didn’t love you back?” you asked.

“Derek…” he paused after his name, like it burned leaving his lips. “Told me you never saw me that way. That he was better for you and you wanted him. It hurt me too much.”

“Drew..” you breathed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he reassured you.

“Drew,” you repeated. “I’ve been in love with you since what feels like the moment I saw you. You were the one I always thought I would be with. When he told me you didn’t see me that way, I just wanted someone to care.”

Your words left Drew speechless. This whole time, Derek was playing both sides. The whole time, you could have been with him instead. You were manipulated and hurt, and it was his fault. He was a coward.

“Why are you crying?” you asked, cupping his cheek with your palm.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I’m sorry I left you.”

“I can’t stay in that marriage Drew,” you sighed. “Especially not now. I shouldn’t have done it when my heart belonged to someone else.”

“Are you saying…”

“I love you,” you whispered. You head lay on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat speed up.

“I love you,” he replied. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

After sitting in silence for a while, you let out a yawn. He wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not with you so vulnerable. It wouldn’t feel right.

“Get some sleep, angel,” he said, kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll be here in the morning to figure out the rest.”

You had no idea what to do, or where to go from here. Your mind was reeling, but now you were crashing from all the stress on your body. Whatever tomorrow brought, you would be okay. When you woke up, Drew would still be here. As long as he was here, it would be okay. It had to.

[chleem]

Not a big deal pt3

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament. 

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy or translate my work

♡⸝⸝ bit long but enjoy! | p2 | index | p4

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4 years later

“Drew, Drew Starkey.”

The waiter checks his name off the list, and gestures inside, “follow me then, Mr Starkey.”

Drew follows the waiter in, looking around the place. Hawks rented the entire restaurant for the night, just like every year, to celebrate the new season. It's his third season with Hawks, so he knew the procedures well enough now. 

Tonight will just be free food, bonding with teammates, etc. Could you say he was looking forward to it? No. He would much rather stay home, especially this year. 

Why especially this year? Because of his new teammate, Luke. 

It wasn’t hatred or anything; in fact, they had amazing chemistry on the court. Communicating through nods or glances, as if they’ve known each other for forever. Really, the coach was shocked at how good they did during preseason; he’s now convinced there’s a chance of winning. 

Luke seems to have matured, anger issues not the same as before and actually willing to listen to advice. He was friendly towards Drew, and overall, did not look so bothered about losing the championship during college anymore. 

It was Drew who felt uncomfortable around him. Why? Well, he fucked his virgin sister, who was 18 at the time. Worse, whenever Drew stares at Luke for too long, he sees your face. Your eyes, nose, lips, everything. 

“Nice suit, man,” one of Drew’s teammates and best friend, Jay, compliments him, as the two approach each other first. Every year it was required to wear formal for this occasion, since high executives would be here to celebrate too. Drew, has worn the same black suit for the third time now. 

“Yeah, same with you,” Drew smiles, the two of them engaging in a small hug. “Um, are we seated together?”

“Yeah, over there,” Jay points over to a table near the window. Each table had a maximum of six people, and already two of their teammates were there. “Man, we should some drinks first.”

“No need to remind me,” Drew replies, as the two of them head to the bar area. The goal is to get drunk enough so that the executive's’ speeches would sound interesting, but sober enough to make basic human interactions.

“So, you came alone this year too?” Jay asks, ordering a whiskey, which Drew also signals for. 

Drew smiles sourly, his friend reminding him about his single status again. Plenty of hookups throughout the years, but never a proper girlfriend due to his busy schedule. “Y’know me. Too busy for that shit.”

Jay nods, as the whiskeys are presented in front of them. Drew immediately downs his, while Jay just takes a small sip. “Well, I’m seeing someone, if you’re wondering.”

“No shit,” Drew laughs, thinking his friend is kidding. Jay smiles down at his drink, probably thinking about the girl. Oh. He really is seeing someone. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Her name’s Phoebe.”

“…and?”

“Yeah. That’s all I’m telling you.”

Drew shakes his head, ordering another whiskey. So much for being friends. “She has a sister, by the way,” Jay speaks up. Oh. Drew knew where this was going. “She might be the perfect one for you.”

Jay’s setting him up. Again. His friend has failed every single time, and it seems like he wasn’t gonna give up. “Hey man,” Drew pats Jay’s shoulder, pursing his lips. “Just quit, okay? I don’t date. Y’know that.”

“When’s the last time you’ve dated then? Have you ever even had a girlfriend?”

Drew frowns, taking his hand off his friend. “Just, no. Please.”

Drew hears a sigh from beside him, and when his second whiskey arrives, he sips on it slowly. “Fine. I just think, that you would be very happy in a relationship.”

Drew smiles against his cup, finding that statement ridiculous. Society was weird, thinking that if one stays single for too long, it meant that they were…depressed in some way. It was tiring. 

“Hey, Luke’s here,” Jay suddenly comments. Drew turns around, scanning the place for Luke. 

Sure enough, there he was. 

And fucking hell.  

His eyes land on you, standing beside Luke. 

Was it even you? He wasn’t so sure. From far away, it did look like you. 

“We should go greet him,” Jay elbows Drew. 

Drew did not want to greet him. He is very comfortable here, right next to the bar. 

But Jay urges him, leaving him no choice but to walk over. And until Drew was standing directly in front of Luke, was he sure that it was you. 

Fuck. 

Four years later, and Drew’s body still has reaction towards seeing you. It brings him back to the first night he laid eyes on you, thinking how innocent & pretty you looked in a crowd of drunk and chaotic college students. 

You look…amazing. Drew was pretty sure his eyes were widened to the maximum point right now, his brain trying to process the sight of you. Especially, the red dress you were wearing, that's making his imaginations run wild. 

No. He must be dreaming right now. After four years, he sees you again? No, this shit only happens in movies, red-string type shit. Was he getting drunk already?

“Um, Drew, you okay?”

Drew quickly averts his gaze back to Luke, his grip on his glass cup tightening. “Yeah, yeah, um, who’s this?” Does he sound cool right now? Because he wasn’t so sure if he was playing his usual chill self. 

Luke wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Meet my sister. Y/n. Y/n, this is Drew and Jay. My teammates.”

Shit. So it is you. The girl that Drew can’t seem to forget, the girl that haunts his wildest fantasies for four years now. 

When Drew makes eye contact with you, he expects you to have some sort of reaction. But you don’t. In fact, you just quickly glanced at him, a polite smile on your lips. Do you even remember him? “Nice to meet you,” your voice causes Drew to freeze yet again, his mind going back to that night. Your moans, your laugh, your-

“Dude,” Jay elbows Drew yet again. “Aren’t you going to shake her hand?”

It seems like you already shook Jay’s hand, and it's Drew’s turn now. 

He licks his lips embarrassingly, and he shakes your hand. Yep. No doubt it was you. He remembers clearly about the way you scratched his back that night, the tug of your hands in his hair, and your fingertips on his abs-

“Um, kind of need my hand back,” your voice cuts him out of his thoughts. 

Oh. He was still holding your hand. He retreats it reluctantly, feeling his ears heat up. Gosh, why is he so flustered right now? He feels the stares of Luke, or more, like glares. “So…where are we seated?” Luke asks. 

“Near the window.”

“Great. Um, we’re not late, are we?”

“No one really cares.”

Luke and Jay continue to engage in small talk, whereas Drew just gives up on listening. Not just give up, he literally was unable to engage in anything right now. It feels like he's in a dream.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you, absolutely captivated by you. By this matured, attractive presence you gave off. You were just standing there, trying to appear interested in this small talk. 

And a question he kept repeating in his head was: do you remember him, like how he remembers you? Do you still think about him from time to time, like he does about you?

You definitely can feel Drew’s stare, his stare making you feel as if you were under a microscope right now. You turn and meet his eyes, and he panics, yet again. 

Your eyes tell nothing, of whether or not you remember him. And the small smile you give him confirms it; you forgot about who he was. Fuck. Now Drew felt like the biggest fool to exist. 

“If everyone could get back to their seats! The food will arrive shortly,” the host announces through a loud microphone. 

“Let’s go then, I’m starving,” Luke squeezes your shoulders, to get you moving. 

“Same,” you look away from Drew, and let Luke guide you over to your table. 

Drew immediately gulps the rest of his whiskey down, loosening up his tie. Fuck. This was going to be a long night. 

——

Drew wasn’t one to eavesdrop. In fact, he hated eavesdroppers. Why are you listening on someone else’s private conversation?

Well, Drew hates himself very much right now. 

You sat near the window, at the very end of the table. Across from you was Drew’s other teammate, Kirk. He sat next to Kirk, and across from Luke. The whole night, it was very obvious that Kirk had a thing for you, asking you questions about your life, hobbies, etc.

So now, Drew knew that you’re currently studying law in college, you hate tomatoes but love ketchup, you like museums, you have a horrible sleep schedule, you want to adopt a cat, you hate the cold-

“You’re single, right?”

That makes Drew choke on his food, causing the table to pause and stare at him. He coughs, feeling his whole face going red. “You okay, dude?” Kirk chuckles, patting Drew’s back, as if it’s any help. 

Drew nods, trying to suppress his coughs with the help of water. While drinking, he glances at you, who looks at him with worried eyes. He puts his cup back down, clearing his throat, “so, are you?” 

He ignores the skeptical stares from Luke, his eyes only focused on you. Please, please, say yes. 

You turn away from Drew, just as Luke suddenly speaks up, changing the topic, “can we get another round of this lobster? Its fucking delicious.”

What? Drew’s gaze stays on you, seeing how you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes glued to your plate. Was it, a violating question? Drew had no idea, but seeing how quickly your mood changes, it leaves a bad scar on him. 

——

Huh. you’re staying at the same hotel as him. Well, not just him. The entire team, actually. Luke must have arranged it for you. 

Drew stands behind you, hands in pockets, trying to look as if he wasn’t bursting with joy. While waiting for the elevator, you lean on Luke’s shoulder, your body ready to give up. 

The elevator opens, and the remaining people all squeeze towards it. 

You eventually get squeezed into the corner, with Drew close by. Super close by. With no space at all, Drew is forced to lean into you, his arm against the wall to support him.

This close proximity was driving him insane. 

He feels your breast press closely to his lower chest, your face planted really close to his neck. From this proximity, he certainly can smell your perfume, shampoo, everything. He looks down at you; and surprisingly, you were already staring up at him. You send him a lazy smile, your eyes squinted up at him. 

Cute. He sends you one too, although his smile might be bigger. 

The ding sound is heard, and most of the people inside rush out. Drew was disappointed; he wanted to stay like this for a bit longer. 

He gets himself off of you, now that there’s more space in the elevator, leaning against the wall. He wants to look at you (he already stared a lot during dinner though), memorize more of you before he goes to bed, but Luke turns around and faces you. Drew bites his lip, staring into the ceiling. “Told you tonight was fun, right?”

Okay, now Drew needed to eavesdrop. 

“The guy in front of me was asking too much.”

Yes. Fireworks went off in Drew’s head. “Yeah, Kirk’s a dick. Don’t, don’t date him,” Luke…jokes? Drew wasn’t sure. “Or, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” you chuckle, which makes Drew glance at you. He makes sure to get a quick look of your smile again; fast enough so Luke doesn’t notice. 

“Do you at least feel better now?”

“…yeah.”

“…I know you’re lying, y/n,” Luke disappointedly says.  

No reply heard from you; the ding of the elevator ending the conversation. Drew looks at the screen; the 18th floor. “Goodnight,” you say to Luke, pushing yourself off the wall. To Drew’s surprise, you wave at him. “Goodnight,” you repeat, the same lazy smile on your face. 

“Goodnight,” Drew replies, the smile appearing on its own.

The door closes after you leave, and Drew gets hit with a sad realization; he might never see you again. And he hates that thought. 

Four years. After four years, he gets another chance to see you. And he’s just gonna let you walk away? Just like he did the first time? 

He gets mad suddenly; remembering the lack of interactions the two of you had the entire night, all stolen by Kirk. Luke’s right, Kirk’s a dick. But also, a lucky bastard. He got to sit directly across from you, as well as talk to you. Lucky son of a bitch. 

“Are you… gonna get out?”

Drew snaps out of it, looking up at the elevator screen. 24th floor. Luke is holding the door open for him, wondering why he hasn’t stepped out. “Sorry,” Drew murmurs, walking out. Luke follows him, as the two of them had rooms right next to each other. 

“You okay, man?” Luke laughs, walking beside Drew.

“Yeah, just drank a bit much,” Drew shrugs, scratching the side of his face. 

Luke gets to his room first, “see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Drew takes his room card out, pressing it against the door. He gets in without another look at Luke, closing the door behind him. 

Huh. So this is how tonight was going to end? Him alone in his hotel room, consumed with the thought of you? (As if he hasn’t been thinking about you for the past four years already) Even Drew was disappointed in himself. 

“Fuck,” he curses, still standing in the entrance of his room, running his hands through his hair stressfully. “Fuck.”

—— 

After knocking on 17 doors, this one might be yours.

Drew stood at the entrance of his room contemplating for ten minutes, whether or not to go see you again. After long chains of thoughts and scenarios, he made up his mind: he’s going to see you.

Problem: he didn’t know your room number. So, he spent almost twenty minutes on the 18th floor, knocking on each door hoping it would be you. 

And now, on room 1818. He was mentally & physically tired, but he wasn’t going to give up.

He presses on the doorbell, twice. He waits for a few seconds that felt like minutes, tapping against the wall impatiently. Just as he gets ready to move onto the next room, the door opens. 

He looks up, and his eyes widen. 

You. You’re as shocked as he is, wondering why someone would knock on your door at such a late hour. 

He first notices your slightly wet hair; droplets dripping down your neck. Your makeup is off, and he just finds you even more beautiful than before. His eyes naturally wander down to your body; finding you in a white lingerie dress. 

Fuck. His brain is malfunctioning yet again.  

“Hello?” He hears you chuckle, which makes him bring his attention back to your face. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, um, Drew. I’m Drew, from earlier, the dinner?”

“…I know. Can I help you?” You ask him yet again, a polite smile on your lips. You quickly glance down at his body; he’s still wearing his suit from earlier. He must’ve not showered yet, despite it being almost two hours after. 

“Um,” he awkwardly licks his lips; All the lines he rehearsed back in his room are now gone. Drew realizes that he’s still standing in the hallway, and he didn’t want to talk to you while standing out here. “Can I, can I come in?”

You furrow your eyebrows, your face clearly showing discomfort. 

He mentally panics, and hurries to add, “I want to talk to you, and it’s rather private. And, important.”

You think about it for a few seconds, listing out the pros & cons of this man coming into your room. You look into his eyes, seeing a sense of urgency and yearning in them. Okay. Maybe he can come in for a while. 

You step out the doorway, opening the door wider. “Sit on the couch, I’ll prepare…tea? Wine?”

“Anything’s fine,” he says, walking in. You close the door behind him, and when he spots your shoes by the door, he takes his off too. 

As he makes himself comfortable on the small couch in front of the bed, you grab your cardigan that rests on one of the dining room chairs, putting it on.

You open the hotel fridge; finding red wine in there. Opening the cupboard, you reach for two glass bottles, and walk towards Drew. He’s taken his suit jacket off, his tie hanging loosely by his neck, his sleeves rolled up. And he’s manspreading, a  position you find to be very hot. 

You have to admit; Drew was attractive. Even more attractive than your ex. Actually, the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. And, he’s got a charming personality to match it. 

But he’s oddly familiar. During the dinner, your gaze can’t help but always drift over to him. Have you seen him from somewhere? Crazy, you can’t seem to remember where you’ve seen him before. An ad? Tv? Huh. 

“So?” You start, sitting beside him. You try opening the bottle, but the cork was screwed on too tight. 

Drew takes it from you; his hands brushing yours. You watch him effortlessly get the cork out, the pop heard in the room. He pours it into the two glasses, and sets it down. He sends you a small smile when he notices your stares. “Wine?”

“Well, you said anything’s fine,” your lips curl up on their own, as you reach for your wine glass. He offers to clink against yours; and you do, the two of you maintaining eye contact while sipping. After, you put your drink back down on the small coffee table. “Why a late night talk?”

Drew licks his lips, glancing down at his lap. He seems to have trouble forming words, fidgeting with his fingers. You lean back into the couch, curious as to what he’s thinking about. 

After seconds that felt like minutes, he said, “You study law?”

Due to the unexpectedness, you chuckle, “yeah. Why?”

He shrugs, “Suits you.”

What is he even saying? “What?” You giggle, at his response. 

You don’t miss the tip of his ears going red; even he thinks his response is funny. “I mean, law sounds fun, and you look like lawyer material.”

“Awesome,” you smile at him, trying to hold back your laughter. “And you look like basketball player material.”

His smile mimics yours; just more awkward. 

He seems to not know what to say, despite telling you that he had something to say to you. Weird. So, you help him, by asking, “are you nervous about the new season?”

His eyes light up, “My third season with Hawks now. But, still nervous.”

“Third season?” He nods, and you reach for your wine yet again. “Hawks fan?”

“Always been the dream,” he admits to you, “grew up watching them, and when they offered, I just had to say yes.”

“Or because no other team offered?”

Shit. That sounded wayyy too rude. But that was your humor, and also your way of talking. Does he find it offensive? Wait, anyone would find that offensive. You should apologize-

He laughs lightly, taking a huge gulp of his wine. “Come on. Give me more credit.”

So…he isn’t offended by your words? You shrug, “never seen you play.”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, leaning back on the couch. “You’re lying.”

“Didn’t even know you until tonight.”

“Liar,” his voice drops low, but a smirk is seen on his lips, as if he’s catching you in a lie right now. But you were being honest; you really didn’t know him until tonight. 

Unless…maybe there’s a reason why he looked so familiar to you? Ugh, why can’t you remember where you’ve seen him from?

“Really,” you say, looking into his blue eyes. 

His eyebrows furrow even deeper, trying to figure out if you were being honest or not. You were. Eventually, he leans forward and pours more wine into his glass. “I believe you,” he murmurs, before sipping on the wine. You watch as he gulps it down; his Adam’s apple moving. “But surely, you’re…a fan of Hawks?”

You shake your head, which makes Drew chuckle. “I…know nothing about basketball.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s my brother’s passion, not mine.”

“Okay,” he adjusts himself on the couch, his body now fully facing you. “Then tell me about law, or stuff like that.”

“‘Stuff like that’?”

“I might bore you if we keep talking about basketball. So, I’ll listen to you.”

“And law isn’t boring to you?”

“Not if you’re talking,” He sends you a warm smile. Woah. Butterflies that you haven’t felt in forever are now forming inside of you. Butterflies that feel different compared to the ones with Zack. “Come on. Tell me. Like, what’s…what new laws have been enforced?”

You laugh; his perception of law is cute. So, that’s exactly what you explain to him, just in simpler terms. His eyes, lips, body tells you that you’ve got his undivided attention; something that makes you smile while talking.

Huh. Weird how this stranger is willing to listen to you yap about laws & everything, as if what you’re saying was as simple was pie. Huh. 

——

“Yes! He said that to me!”

“The audacity,” Drew laughs, making you nod even more. 

You’re telling him the story of your classmate, who’s also your academic rival. Once he accused you of sleeping with the professor, that it’s the only reason why you’ve got such good grades. Thinking about it now, it just sounds funny. “It wasn’t true but he was so sure,” you laugh, recalling his red face while confronting you. 

“He’s a fucking loser,” Drew continues to add, reaching to pour more wine into your glass. The two of you realize that it’s now empty, and you just shrug at him; not really bothered by it. 

You take the chance to glance at the clock; it was two a.m already. The two of you have been talking for more than an hour. You suddenly remembered that Luke told you about an early schedule the team had tomorrow, yet Drew was still sitting here, getting tipsy with you. 

“It’s..getting late,” you bring up, pointing at the clock. 

Drew turns to it, and his eyes widen. But he turns back to you, shrugging. “I guess?”

Is he not getting what you’re hinting at? So, you just tell him, “Luke told me you guys are doing something early tomorrow.”

Drew stares into your eyes, in a way that gets you nervous. But then he looks away, and nods, biting down on his lip. “Um, yeah, totally forgot.”

You smile politely at him, even though deep down you didn’t want him to go. You liked his company, and although it was mostly you talking, he didn't make you feel bad for it. Drew’s…very comforting. 

He grabs his suit jacket, the both of you getting up. “Now I can confidently say, that I know y/n.”

“What?” You smile, wondering what he was saying. You watch as he walks to the doorway, putting his shoes on. 

When he’s done, he opens the door, turning back to you. “A very successful lawyer, that handles cases for the president or something.”

You laugh; that only happens in your dreams. You lean against the doorway, staring into his eyes. You really didn’t want him to go. 

He leans towards you; giving you a hug. His arms wrap around your shoulders, and you hug his waist. Your nose is now filled with the smell of Drew; just like in the elevator earlier, a mix of cologne & alcohol. 

Drew slightly pulls away, just so he could look at you. You do the same, staring up into his eyes, then his lips, then back to his eyes.

He also glances down at your lips, his eyes squinted. 

Then, he kisses your cheek. 

Then, you stand on your toes, planting a light kiss on his cheek too. 

Then, he kisses the corner of your lips. 

Then, you kiss his jawline. 

You look into his eyes, giving him a smitten smile. 

And just like that, Drew couldn’t hold back anymore; he kisses you. The kiss is hungry, passionate, intense, and…

And way too nostalgic for your liking. 

Wait. Wait. 

You pull away from him, feeling a bit overstimulated. Not just from the kiss itself, but…but because of what it reminds you of. 

No fucking way. 

It’s all coming back to you now; this was Drew. The Drew. 

The one you lost you virginity to, the one that didn’t want you.

Wait. Was this even the right Drew? He looks pretty similar to the one you remember, talks similarly, and strangely, also kisses the same. 

“Is something wrong?” His deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts. 

Fuck. No. No, it’s not the same Drew. Because, what are the chances of this being the same Drew that took your virginity? Awfully poetic, if this happens to be the same person. Maybe, Drew is somewhere in West Carolina, coaching for some basketball team. And this Drew, was just some doppelgänger. 

Okay. Yeah, this, this is just a coincidence. You’re just feeling weird because you broke up with Zack a few days ago. Not a big deal. Just, enjoy having this one-night stand with this attractive man. 

You smile, shaking your head. “Just kiss me already,” you murmur, leaning into him. You kiss him lustfully, and he returns it, his hands touching all over you. 

He backs you up into the room again, all while his lips are on you. You giggle at his urgency, the door slamming shut behind him. 

“Don’t you have to get up early?” You giggle, pulling away. 

“I think…it’s not that important,” he throws his suit jacket on the couch, kicks his shoes off, and kisses you again. He kisses you as though it might be the last time he does. 

You pull away, just to push him onto the bed. His head lands on the pillows, and he readjusts himself so his back’s against the headboard. He puts his arms behind his head; and suddenly, you’re hit with the same nostalgic feeling. 

But you ignore that feeling; it’s in the past now. 

He gives you a lazy smirk, as you hover over him, straddling his waist. You can feel his erected cock pressing against your folds. Fuck. 

You lean down and kiss him, a euphoric feeling that you might never get over. Your hands are busy; undoing all his buttons in a messy order. He helps you; slightly sitting up and throwing the shirt to the side. 

Wow. His body? Sculptured by god himself. “Damn,” you voice out, the words just slipping out. Maybe mostly because of how tipsy you were. 

He kisses your collarbone, murmuring, “damn?” There’s a slight chuckle and tease to that, which just makes you smile. Your hands go up to his face, cupping it and forcing him up to stare at you. His eyes…most mesmerizing shade of blue. 

Again, you ignore the nostalgic feeling, that similar look in his eyes that the Drew gave you, four years ago. The similarity is uncanny.

“Such pretty eyes…” he murmurs, sharing the same thoughts you have.

His hands slide your cardigan off, discarding it somewhere else. His eyes go down to your neck, leaning forward and sucking on it. 

Your head leans back in pleasure; his tongue was skilled, you had to admit. He sucks, bites, licks the area, his hands kneading your breasts through the thin material of the lingerie. His lips are warm and soft, compared to the necklace on you. You shamelessly moan out how good it felt; which just drives him crazier. 

Drew’s lips slip lower, sucking on your nipples through the fabric. 

“Shit, Drew…” you moan, your hands slipping down his shoulders, running through his abs, and then to the belt. Your hand brushes his boner; fuck. You want him now, the wetness in your underwear proving it. 

He smirks against your skin, before pulling away. He glances down at your hands tugging his belt, “didn’t know you were the impatient kind.”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back down on his back. “Just shut up,” you groan, even though the smile was apparent on your lips. You back yourself off his waist, until you were on your knees between his legs. You undo his belt as if you’ve done it before, tugging his pants down. 

Holy fuck. You’re salivating at the sight of his dick, fully up and proud. 

You just want to wrap your lips around him, letting him use your mouth to satisfy himself. You palm his length through his boxers, leaning down and planting soft kisses along it. 

He knows you want to give him a blowjob. He can see the thirst in your eyes. He wants it too; but he stops you, his hand going to wrap around your wrist. “Fuck,” he groans, as you look up at him between his legs. In his perspective, it was a very hot sight to see. But it won’t be as hot as what he’s about to purpose to you. “You… I, I wanna taste you too.”

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “So you don’t want me to suck your-“

“Yes, I do but I wanna eat your pussy too-“

“What, what, are you saying-“

Oh. Oh. “69?” You gasp, a slight curl on the corner of your lips. 

His lustful and excited eyes confirm it, “you up for it?”

Your pussy is screaming ‘yes!’ But your brain is hesitant; you’ve never done the 69 before. With Zack, he’s tried missionary, doggy, cowgirl, spooning, etc, but never the 69. 

Hell, why not? Sounds interesting, and with Drew, it might feel heavenly. 

“Teach me,” you say, sitting up. 

His eyes widen; either from your approval or your unknowingness to this position. But seeing how intrigued you were to try this, he smirks, nodding. He adjusts himself on the pillows, “you’re in luck, I’m a great teacher.”

“Really?” You lift your dress over your head, now, only left with your underwear on. Drew licks his lips at the sight of your breasts, and when you glance down to his boxers; you see pre-cum already soaking it up. 

“M-hm,” he’s clearly lost in the sight of your nakedness. “Back yourself onto my face.”

The way he says it; just makes you even more horny. 

You do just as he says, not before sliding your underwear off. You keep looking over your shoulder; spreading your legs as you plant your pussy on his face. You make sure to not fully sit on him; afraid that your weight might suffocate him. 

You feel his hands on two sides of your thighs, gripping it tight and pulling you further down. “Relax, babe,” he coos. “Just, sit on me, I can take it.”

“You sure?”

“More than ever.”

And you sink your ass onto his face; until you can feel the tip of his nose poking your entrance, his hot breathe fanning it. Oh shit. “Look, you’re wet already,” he teases, licking the side of your thighs, very close to your pussy. 

You groan at the feeling, but Drew quickly reminds you to stay on task, “Lean forward.”

You do; leaning your upper body down till his dick was right in your face. You hoist your upper body up with your elbows, creating a bit of space for you to suck his dick comfortably. You pull his boxers down; and moan at the sight.

“Ready?” He murmurs against your pussy. 

You pull your hair to the side, “m-hm.”

You wrap your lips around his the tip of his dick, at the same time, he starts licking your folds. You moan around him, your mind consumed with the pleasure of him making out with your pussy.

You force yourself further down on his cock, the salty pre-cum taste on your tongue. His tip hits the back of your throat; gag reflexes triggering slightly. He was big, so it was a bit struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth. 

“Taking it like a good girl, huh?” He manages to groan out, his breath fanning our pussy. 

You just moan against his length; starting to bop your head up and down along it, occasionally sucking or biting. Your hand goes to massage his balls; which causes him to moan loudly. Shit. That motivates you to continue massaging his balls, knowing now that it’s what he likes. 

He moans against you, while his tongue keeps thrusting itself into your pussy. Fuck, this all felt…so surreal. Is one even able to feel so much pleasure at once, just through oral sex?

The room is now just the sounds of the two of you, moaning and grunting, the bed slightly shaking. 

You feel yourself coming close, as Drew continues to make out with your pussy. “Fuck…I’m close, Drew,” you breathe out, bopping your head slower now. 

“I’know,” he murmurs, his tongue going slower too. “Just, continue with that, ‘kay?”

A sudden slap to your ass causes you to moan out of surprise, but also a reminder for you to continue wrapping your lips around his dick. 

You do so; but only about half-way. With your orgasm coming close, your mouth was close to giving up. Eventually, you pull your mouth entirely away from Drew, wanting to focus on your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he groans, and just when you get ready to come over his mouth, his tongue stops, and you don’t feel his head nuzzled in your ass anymore. You glance back, curious as to what happened. His grip on your thighs loosens, but still resting there. “Lemme take over, yeah?”

You had no idea what that meant. But, you don’t object to it, nodding your head. 

In a second, he lifts you off of him, and gets off from his comfortable position on the bed. “You got a condom?” He asks, standing up. 

“In my purse,” you point over to the black bag on the small kitchen counter; the one you brought to dinner. 

He gives you a teasing smile, while he walks over to get it. “So you knew you were getting laid tonight.”

Well, you always needed to be prepared, right? You lay yourself on the same spot Drew was just in, warm and smelling just like Drew. You prop yourself up with your elbows; eyes looking at his back as he rummages through your bag. He has a nice ass, by the way. “Couldn’t hurt to have it,” you reply lazily. 

He turns around with a condom, ripping it open as he walks back to the bed. You watch as he positions himself between your legs, wrapping the condom around his dick. 

He leans forward and kisses you, a very sloppy kiss. 

You’re taken by surprise when his fingers enter you; causing you to moan into his mouth. “Fuck,” he curses against your lips, his fingers thrusting in. He adds a third digit, which is close to sending you over the edge. 

He stretches you out, while his lips now move to your breasts. You arch your back in pleasure, moans showing him how good it felt. 

His fingers pull out, and you watch as he aligns his dick with your entrance. Fuck, no matter how many times you see him, it’ll always shock you with how big he is. 

You make eye contact with him, which makes him send you a lazy smile. “You good?” Teasing but also caring is heard in his voice. 

“Will…I fit?” you ask unsurely. 

He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your jawline. “Don’t worry; you’ll fit. And it’ll feel good.”

You nod, trusting him. 

He enters you slowly, making sure you can adjust to his size. You moan when his dick is fully nested inside of you, your hands scratching his back. He leans his forehead gently against yours; the both of you catching your breaths. 

He feels you relax under him, and intertwines his fingers with yours. His head pulls away, and for a few seconds, it’s just him staring at your face. You watch as his eyes linger to every spot on your face. 

“Hey,” you softly say, which comes out more flirtatious. 

“Hey,” he returns the greeting to you, sounding breathless. “You’re pretty.”

That makes you smile, and you pull him back down to kiss him. He kisses back, while thrusting into your core. You moan, even though his thrusts were slow. 

“Faster,” you moan.

“Yes ma’am.”

Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. The way his deep voice adds to that line, gets your pussy closer to coming. And a man of his words, he picks up the pace, slamming into you. 

The bed shakes even harder now, the moans the two of you produce are shamelessly loud. He trails small kisses along your neck, sucking occasionally. 

And as crazy as this thought was; you knew Drew was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had. Might even be better than the night you lost your virginity. He knows all the ways to feel good, to make you feel good. 

With each thrust, you feel yourself coming close again. “Shit, Drew. I’m close,” you groan, tightening yourself around his dick. 

“I’know babe,” he kisses the corner of your eye. “Cum on my dick; I got you.”

He continues his fast pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, until you feel a knot in your stomach go undone. 

You cum all over his dick, your body giving up now. Drew helps himself, and you feel him twitch inside of you too. His pacing slows, and you feel warm cum entering his condom. 

“…You squirted,” you hear him chuckle, as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

Oh shit. How embarrassing. You didn't know you were even capable of squirting. Is Drew grossed out by that? Based on his tone, he might not be, but then again-

“That’s…really fucking hot.”

You feel your cheeks go red just because of his compliment, letting go of his hands. You cover your face out of shyness, “shut up.”

You hear him chuckle again, “really…you’re very hot. And beautiful.”

He holds down on your waist as he slowly pulls out of you. You hear him walking across the room; probably to discard his condom. The warmth of him is gone; but a dip on the side of you tells you that he’s laid down on the bed with you. 

This man was unbelievable. First, he shamelessly looks at you during dinner, not engaging in any way with you. Second, he comes into your room in the middle of the night, claiming he’s got ‘important’ stuff to tell you. Third, he listens to long, boring stories about your life. Fourth, he fucks you so good you squirt. 

Unbelievable. 

You pull your hands away from your face, and you turn to face him. He’s already staring at you, his arms resting behind his head. 

The two of you just lay in silence; your eyes dancing all over his facial features. He really does look like the guy you lost your virginity to. Same face, same eyes, nose, lips. The resemblance is…uncanny. 

“You…” you want to ask him if he’s Drew. The Drew from four years ago. 

But you don’t. For some reason, you just can’t. You can’t bring yourself to ask him.

It was a horrible memory; crying at home for days, just because he rejected you. Crying over a guy that you weren’t even together with. It was a stupid memory, that you kept deep in your heart. Eventually, that memory was pushed to the very back with Zack’s help.

“…we just did 69,” you say instead. 

That makes him laugh; sending butterflies to your stomach. “Yeah, we did.”

You’re feeling a bit sleepy now; the tiredness of the sex washing over you. Drew suddenly gets up, and for a moment you think that he’s leaving. 

But he wasn’t; simply grabbing some tissues on the coffee table. He spreads your legs, and starts wiping the cum off it. “What a gentleman,” you sarcastically comment, even though you were happy he’s cleaning up after; Zack never does.

“The bare minimum, y/n,” he tells you instead, before getting off the bed again, throwing it away. 

Huh. You didn’t know; you’ve ever only been with Zack. 

He lays down beside you again, but not before pulling the blanket over you. “Tired?”

“Very,” you murmur, your eyelids feeling heavy. You don’t know why you said it, but you just did, “you can stay here.”

“Wasn’t gonna leave anyways,” he replies back almost instantly.

Warmth spreads throughout you, the comfort of Drew just laying beside you was enough to make you fall asleep. 

And you do drift off to sleep, with the last thing on your mind being Drew. 

Soon enough, Drew falls asleep too, but not before hugging you closely to him. 

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word count: 6.8k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: damn they freaky (69 after four years...freaky bitches)

anyways, this is the longest chapter i've so far ...but i hope you enjoyed part three (there will be part 4!) ignore any mistakes...got real tired towards the end. i want to thank everyone who reads my work, u don't know but means a lot to me<3 also thanks to the person that also thought of the time skip idea...tysm! so...will y/n and drew open up about the past?

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[divinedelusional]

𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮

drew starkey x fem reader

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk? sorta. nicknames, lil degradation, reader is a switch, domme in this fic. 18+ mdni!!

a/n: this idea came to me some time ago and i thought it fit drew, hope you enjoy!

You've been dying to see Drew. You haven't seen him in almost a week. He was out of town first for golden globes party, then for some gala and now finally he was coming home to you. He wanted to take you with him, but you weren't comfortable with attending such events right now.

You knew he'd be tired and that's why you cleared your schedule for the next three days. You could also use a break and the idea of having Drew all to yourself for the upcoming days got you all excited. You were waiting for him patiently in your shared condo. You wondered if you should order some food, but Drew texted you that he grabbed a dinner with his agent, as he had to go to one last meeting with him before the weekend. You started to get bored and when Drew texted you that his stuck in traffic you decided to take your everything shower and wait up for him in bed while reading a book.

You were halfway through when you heard keys in the door and steps in the hallway. You saw your boyfriend stepping into your shared bedroom with a smile that lit up his tired face.

"Hi, baby" he said, feeling a pang of affection in his chest at a side of you bundled up in your bed, totally at peace.

"Hi, handsome" you said putting your book down "Gimme a kiss" you added when Drew approached you. He put a gentle peck onto your lips. "One more" you whispered against his mouth and he kissed you longer this time.

"Gonna shower real quick and I'll be right there with you, kay?"

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair.

"It really suits you" you said appreciating his hairstyle. Bleached blonde with his natural color already showing at roots.

"Mmm, thank you sweetie" he said nuzzling your nose with his. You let out a small giggle as he pulled back.

"5 minutes tops I swear"

"Put moisturizer on!"

"Yeah right" he called back but you knew most likely he'll forget about it.

It really didn't took Drew a lot of time to do his evening routine and get back to you in your warm bed. Your eyes were closed, but you weren't asleep yet. Drew laid down next to you, embracing you in his strong arms. He put his head on your chest and when you felt his eyelashes on your collarbone, you knew he wasn't sleeping either. You opened your eyes, remembering how horny you were this evening when you were waiting for him. And on top of that you suddenly remembered the dream you had last night. That moment you decided that you have to do something with the fact that you and you're boyfriend couldn't fall asleep.

"Drew?" your hand went into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, to which he hummed contently.

"What's up babydoll?" he asked, knowing that this nickname always made you weak.

"You know, I had interesting dream last night..." you spoke, while you started circling shapes on his pecs.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, propping his head on his hand.

"Yeah, in this dream we had this huge house, somewhere in Italy, I don't know, and I had this beautiful dress on..."

"Keep talking don't mind me" Drew said when his right hand started to caress your thigh.

"Yeah, so I was alone in this big house, I remember that I waited for you to come home, and god I was so bored, but also I was so, so fucking horny..."

Drew smirked, he was lying above you now, he caged your head between his biceps and he kissed you, his tounge dancing with yours, a slow dance.

"And then what happened?" he whispered.

"You finally came home and I couldn't wait so I laid us on a table, Drew I wanted you so bad, and then..."

"Then what princess?" Drew asked, already hard, because he was feeling what was coming next in your story. Little did he know about the thing that happened next.

"Then I take you to my mouth and Drew shit, I wanted that cock so badly..." Drew whined at that and next second his eyes went wide as cherry pies when you told "...and then all of my fuckin spit was gone, you get that? My mouth went fucking dry, I swear I wanted to cry..."

You and Drew stared at each other for a while and then you two bursted out laughing.

"Oh my god" Drew said through laugh, wiping a tear from his eye. "You really cried when you woke up?"

"Well almost! I swear I was like, why can't I do it for fucks sake, that was frustrating shit Drew"

"C'mere" he pinned you down to bed as he kissed you. "My preacious princess" he whispered next to your lips. You kissed his neck to distract him as you slid out of his arms, straddling his hips now. He smirked, always being turned on when you tried to take control. You began grinding your hips on his clothed bulge slowly.

"You know, since that dream, I wanted ah fuck, I couldn't wait to have a taste..." you said nibbling at Drew's neck, while your hands roamed his chest.

"Yeah? Then go on baby, fuck, do whatever you want" Drew groaned, painfully hard. He always found it incredibly hot, when you were eager to suck his cock and he loved the way you were going down on him, but when you said you wanted to cry when in your dream you couldn't suck him how you liked it, that fuckin did something for him.

He didn't even bat an eye when you slid his pants down his legs and freed his aching dick out of his calvin klein boxers.

"Can't wait till they invite you for a campaign, that would be so fucking hot" you said, wraping your hands around Drew's dick. He only chuckled, but inside was going crazy.

"Up, your head on the pillows" you instructed and Drew knew he was in a treat tonight. Most of the times you knelt on the floor just by the feet of the bed and worked really fast on him. But he knew your favorite way to get down on him was when you also lied on a bed. You could lay comfortable on your stomach and you took your sweet time with him. Your hands rested on his thighs and his dick was lined perfectly with your face, aching for your velvet and hot mouth.

"Please, pretty baby...yess" Drew sighed when you took just the tip in your mouth, the rest of his cock fisted in your hand. He loved how you treated the tip of his cock. You loved to play with it, just at the beginning, licking it, sucking with such intensity that he swore he always got even harder from it.

"Baby, baby" he was whining already and you wished you could tease him longer, but you yourself were so hungry for him, you decided to give in.

You took the tip out of your mouth and started giving the smallest kitten lips. You looked up waiting for Drew to make eye contact with you. He look down right away and you licks stopped. Your tounged barely touching his cock as you started in his eyes. He couldn't say anything, he just groaned, a plea on the tip of his tounge. Just when he was about to beg for you to do something, you still gazing at him, took him all the way into your mouth. Drew let out a loud moan as his head hit the pillows, and hands went into your hair. He wanted to move his hips or pull you by your hair to draw you even deeper, but when is attempted that, you slaped his palm and reached your right hand, putting it onto his hip bones, stopping him from moving. Right after that you started bobbing your head with such ferocity that you took his breath away.

Drew was groaning and wriggling, he was fighting with himself. He wanted to last longer, he wanted to feel your mouth as long as possible, but you were treating him so good tonight, he knew he was gonna lose it. He saw that you were determined tonight and also that you're dominant sight showed off. Your arm was still pinning his hips down, you never did that before, but he found the small but effective grip of control very arousing. He decided to test you.

"You are so good f'me you know that? Fuck, always such a good girl, but who you really are is my fucking little cockslut"

Your eyes widened at that and you literally felt your clit twitched.

You pulled of his dick, your mouth replaced by your hand, which was now stroking your boyfriend up and down in rather slow pace.

You lifted yourself up, sitting on your heels, not letting his dick out of your grip. You stared into his wide eyes. He was looking at you shocked, not knowing what was coming next.

"Yeah? Well maybe I am, but I think there's another slut in the room with us tonight, Drew"

You let go of his cock, as he whined. He closed his eyes as he lied flat on his back. You lined your entrance with his dick and suck down but just barely, his cock was only halfway into your dripping cunt.

His eyes poped out, when he felt your pussy on him. He did not expect that at all. He wanted to sit up, touch you but it took one glance at him that stopped him.

"You lay here Drew, and don't you dare touch me until I get off" he started at you, surprised but noded.

"You wanted a cockslut? I am. Now I'm gonna behave like one. Using your fucking dick to please myself" you panted, moving on him, but still not taking him fully in. You leaned down, bringing your hand to his mouth.

"Lick"

Drew opened his mouth and swirled his tounge on your fingers. You took your hand away after a while and rubbed small circles on your aching clit.

"Yes, yes, fuck Drew, look at you, lying here, while I take what's mine, shit. I need, oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin oh goddd" with a cry you threw your head back, but hoped off your man's dick. You sat between his legs, back arched as you were coming down from your high. You looked at your boyfriend's face that was twisted in pleasure but also anticipation. You went back to your previous place on a bed, your mouth inches from his cock.

"Let go Drew, do what you want, I'm just gonna taste us, okay?" you said, allowing him to touch you.

Just when your mouth wrapped around his cock again, his hands went into your hair, but stayed there not pushing your face further. You went fast again, wanting to make him cum. You worked his mouth on him just the way he liked it best and you felt him twitching in your mouth.

"Oh fuck, shit shit, I'm so...don't stop princess, you're mine, you're so fucking mine, oh I'm gonna fuckin..."

And then with the guttural groan he came, with the most beautiful, fucked out expression on his face.

You climed up to lie next to him. He had his eyes closed, still panting. You admired him with a smile, proud of what you just did.

"Holy shit, princess" Drew finally spoke.

"I know, baby" you said, pressing a small kiss on his collarbone. "That's what happens to a girl when her boyfriend leaves her alone for couple days"

"I might just have to leave you alone more often, if what you just did is what's going to happen to me everyone I come back"

You chuckled and then a yawned, snuggling to your boyfriend.

"Yeah me too" Drew commented on your sleepy state. You went to pee real quick and came back quickly jumping to bed.

"Or maybe it was more because of your dream huh? Not me being away?" Drew asked.

You smiled, getting comfortable on your personal pillow, which was his chest.

"Hmm, maybe both" you mumbled. "But this dream definitely played a role"

Drew smiled, kissing your hair. You were almost asleep, warm and cozy around his arms when you heard him whisper:

"Then dream a little dream of me, sweetheart"

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[cameronspecial]

we all kmow drew loves to read and staying in, let’s make Dad!Drew staying in for the weekend and read to his 2 yo daughter and everything (hanging out, taking cute pics, doing her hair, play house) while reader going out with her friends and she felt a little guilty but he assured her that he loves spending time with their baby, so she should stop worrying.

Me And My Lady

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Suggestion of Sex At The End

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.7K

Masterlist

“You be Ken, Daddy, and I be Chelsea,” Elizabeth orders, handing her father the doll. Most kids are obsessed with the titular character of Barbibe; however, Drew’s daughter loves her Chelsea doll with a passion. He takes it without hesitation, “'Cause I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten. Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?” The singing goes over his daughter’s head and she begins the dialogue of the game. He isn’t too sure what exactly is going on; only catching every other word. He does hear cheating and divorce though, so he makes a mental note to ask Y/N if she has been watching Real Housewives with their daughter again. 

Around half an hour later, the young girl complains about being hungry, so the two of them get to cook dinner. He watches as the small hand grips the spatula and waves it back and forward, spreading tomato sauce over the lasagna slices. She accidentally yanks the utensil upward, which causes a splash of red to land on her nose. Drew laughs and Elizabeth goes crossed eyes to try to see what he is laughing at. This makes him laugh even harder and she joins in on the cheery mood. He takes the phone out, letting her put some sauce on his nose and angling the camera at both of them. They make a funny face and he takes multiple pictures. After their small photo shoot, the two of them finish making the lasagna and eat up their reward for their effort. He checks the time to see that it is the little one’s bedtime soon. “It’s bath time,” he announces. Excitement crosses her face because she loves being in the water. He helps her out of the chair and chuckles when she rushes to the bathroom. “Come on, Daddy,” she beckons from the other room. He jogs after her to find her sorting through her toys already, trying to figure out which one she wants to play with. The one thing she hates about bathtime is the three toys limit. 

He steps over the toys and plugs the drain so the tub will fill when he turns the tap on. As the water begins to occupy the hollow porcelain, Drew turns to his daughter and opens the cabinet beside the bath. “Do you want bubbles and what bath bomb do you want?” he questions. She looks up from her toys and examines the choices, “Can I use one of Mommy’s?” The cabinet is filled with bubbles for both Y/N and Elizabeth, but the bath bombs are divided between the two of them. Elizabeth’s are colourful and shaped in different forms, such as cats, unicorns, or dogs, while Y/N’s are more focused on the scents so they are less colourful and just round. Knowing his wife wouldn’t mind sharing, he nods. “Bubbles, please, and that one,” she answers, pointing to the light pink bath bomb that smells of roses. Drew grabs both of the chosen items, “Those are fine choices, My Lady.” Elizabeth giggles at the funny accent he uses and accepts the round object he hands her, dropping it into the tub when he instructs her to. 

Once the bubbles are in and the water is at an appropriate height, he helps her undress and sets her into the tub. He hands her the duck, the mermaid, and the boat she chose to play with, accepting the mermaid she gave him. “And we can swim all night together,” she recounts. The duck slaps against the water under the grip of the daughter. The force produces a large splash that hits her father in the face. His face scrunches as the water makes contact and drips to his neck. “Hahaha,” she yells. Drew fakes an angry look, “Grrr. You think that’s funny, Little Lady?” He dips his hand in the water and flicks some at his daughter. Her giggles intensify and she tries to get away from the attack. The warmth soon leaves her, creating a shiver in her. Upon seeing this, the father grabs the ducky hood towel from the hook and takes her out of the tub. He wraps it around her and runs his hands up and down her arms to create some heat. The floor is soaked because of their playing, so he takes a second to dry it with the floor towel. 

With the floor clean, he carries her to her room and they get her changed into her pyjamas. He runs the towel over her hair to get out as much moisture as he can. He takes the brush she hands him and runs it through her hair to get rid of the knots created in the bath. “Do we want one braid or two?” he confirms. She hmms for a little, “Two Fwench braids, please.” He divides her hair into two and then separates one of the sections into three. He begins weaving the strands together like his wife taught him and sings with his daughter whilst she waits for him to finish. 

“There you go, My Lady. Why don’t you go choose a bedtime story?” he encourages, watching her run to her bookcase. She spends about a minute looking at her options before choosing a book he knows she is going to pick because it has been her choice for a few nights now. She patters back to him and he helps her onto her big girl bed. Her head rests against his shoulder. He pretends he doesn’t see her thumb in her mouth even though Y/N would kill him for not stopping it. He thumbs through the book to find where they stopped last night and clears his throat to start reading. “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” The English major side of him loves that his daughter likes to read Shakespeare. He is sure she doesn’t understand anything he reads, yet he knows she enjoys it because she is always so attentive and she’ll ask what certain words will mean. Drew looks past the inappropriate subject matter of Hamlet for the two-year-old because it feels like a bonding experience for him. It is one of the reasons why he isn’t angry at Y/N for watching Real Housewives with Elizabeth. 

Ten minutes later, he fills her head relax as it digs into his muscles. He closes the book and kisses her forehead. His hand raises the blanket to her chin, turning on the night light. “I love you, My Lady,” he whispers. 

———

Drew is reading through Othello because he thinks it is what he and Elizabeth should read after Hamlet. She’ll like the witches’ scene. He hears the front door open and close. He shuts the book, placing it on the side table as his wife walks through the bedroom door. “Hey, did she go down to sleep okay?” she mumbles. Her back is facing him whilst she takes off her jewellery and places them on her vanity. His head bobs and he gets behind her. He hands her a makeup wipe, resting his chin on her shoulder. He observes her nighttime routine through the mirror. His lips press against her skin, “Yep, everything went by smoothly. We are almost done with Act Three for Hamlet. I’m thinking about reading Othello with her next. How was the club?” She hesitates about answering. Y/N honestly had an amazing time tonight. It felt so great not having to worry about another human being for an evening. She loves Elizabeth, except being a mom can create a lot of pressure. Even though the night was a success, guilt overcomes her when she meets her husband’s eyes in the mirror. Drew hasn’t gone out at night with friends since he got back from work and she has been out three times. “It was fine,” she plays off, wiping her makeup off with the wipes he provided for her.

His brow arches at her tone, “Really, only fine? I saw Layton’s story. You looked like you were having a blast.” Her eyes fall to the vanity. “It must have been a trick of the light,” she shrugs. She goes for another wipe, except veiny hands stop her. He takes her hand in his and spins her so they face each other. Warm hands cup her cheek. “What’s wrong, My Queen? Why so glum?” he worries, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. 

Her breath tickles his skin as she exhales, “Do you hate that I make you stay at home with Elizabeth when I go out?” His head shakes like an earthquake and he brings her in for a hug. He can feel the guilt oozing out of her. “No, of course not. I love Elizabeth. Why would I hate it?”

“I’m not saying that you hate her. I just wonder if you resent me for going out with the girls, which means you have sole parent duties for a night. You haven’t had a night out since she was born. I mean you go out, but never by yourself so that I have sole parent duties.” 

“You have sole duties when I work.”

“That’s different though. Just because you love your job doesn’t mean it is a personal outing for pleasure.”

“True.” 

She looks back at him with a pout, his last words intensifying her emotions. “Please don’t feel bad about this. I may not go out anymore, but I never used to go out that much before anyways, right?” he reminds her. She thinks about it, realizing that it is true. Whenever he went out, it was always with her by his side. She meets his gaze, “You are saying that to make me feel better.” His head moves from side to side. “No. I love having nights with me and My Lady. I mean they are perfect when it is me, My Lady, and My Queen, but if I can give you a much-needed break, then I am more than happy to help you with that. If anything, Elizabeth is my excuse to stay in.” A grin starts to grow on his face when he sees the tips of her lips flip upwards. “Well, I’m glad I made you the perfect excuse,” she jokes. His laugh joins her lightened mood, “You made me the best excuse. Maybe we should start working on another one. You know, to solidify our excuse.” His eyebrows waggle and she pulls him into a kiss with a smirk. Their giggles mix in the air as he locks their bedroom door and she flops onto their bed. 

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A TROPICAL MISADVENTURE-DREW STARKEY

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Drew and Y/N go on a tropical vacation, but nothing seems to go as planned.

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Drew Starkey and Y/N had been dreaming about this tropical vacation for months. Between Drew’s busy filming schedule and Y/N’s demanding job, they were long overdue for some sun, sand, and relaxation. They had booked an all-inclusive resort on a tiny island paradise, complete with crystal-clear waters, lush palm trees, and endless cocktails.

“This is going to be perfect,” Y/N had said while packing her suitcase. “Just the two of us, no work, no stress. What could go wrong?”

Drew had grinned, tossing sunscreen and a book into his bag. “Exactly. We deserve this.”

Little did they know, those words would soon be put to the test.

Their first hiccup came as soon as they landed. The island was everything the brochure promised, stunning turquoise waters and soft white sand but the moment they stepped off the plane, a wall of humid heat smacked them in the face.

“Is it supposed to feel like a sauna?” Drew asked, adjusting his baseball cap.

Y/N laughed, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Welcome to paradise, babe.”

Things only got more interesting when their luggage didn’t arrive.

“It’s probably on the next flight,” the airline employee assured them with a polite smile. “Maybe tomorrow?”

With nothing but their carry ons, Drew and Y/N made their way to the resort. Drew’s mood soured further when they discovered the cab ride was more of an off road adventure, with the car bouncing over potholes and Y/N clutching Drew’s arm every time they hit a bump.

The resort looked picture-perfect in the photos, but reality was...different. Their room had a stunning ocean view, but the air conditioner was on the fritz, and there was a persistent drip drip drip coming from the bathroom faucet.

“Romantic, isn’t it?” Drew said dryly, leaning against the wall as Y/N examined the bathroom.

She shot him a look, trying to keep her spirits up. “It’s not the end of the world. Let’s just go to the beach and relax.”

The beach was beautiful, but relaxing proved to be a challenge. Drew’s idea of paradise involved lounging under an umbrella with a book, but Y/N wanted to snorkel. Drew reluctantly agreed, only to discover that snorkeling was not his strong suit.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, laughing as Drew floundered in the water.

“Do I look okay?” he sputtered, yanking off his mask. “Saltwater just went up my nose!”

To make matters worse, a seagull swooped down and stole Y/N’s sandwich while they were drying off.

“I think this bird is out to get me,” Y/N grumbled, watching the seagull strut away with her lunch.

The next day, they decided to try paddleboarding. Drew, always up for a challenge, insisted it couldn’t be that hard. Five minutes in, he fell off the board, landing in the water with a dramatic splash.

“Stop laughing and help me!” he called to Y/N, who was doubled over on her board, tears streaming down her face.

After an exhausting morning, they booked a sunset catamaran cruise, hoping for a romantic evening. But as the boat set sail, dark clouds rolled in.

“Uh, is this normal?” Drew asked the captain, eyeing the choppy water.

“Just a little rain,” the captain said, grinning.

The “little rain” turned into a full blown tropical downpour, and they spent the ride huddled under a tarp with a group of equally drenched tourists.

“Most romantic trip ever,” Y/N quipped, shivering against Drew’s side.

By the third day, Drew and Y/N were sitting on the balcony of their room, sipping drinks and watching the rain fall. Their luggage had finally arrived, the air conditioning was fixed, and the dripping faucet had been silenced. But their plans of a perfect vacation had long since unraveled.

“This is not how I pictured this trip going,” Y/N admitted, curling up in her chair.

“Me neither,” Drew said, leaning back and stretching his legs. “But, you know, it’s kind of funny. I mean, we survived a bird attack, a rainstorm, and whatever that paddleboarding disaster was.”

Y/N laughed, her mood lifting. “It’s definitely memorable.”

“And hey,” Drew added, raising his glass, “we’ve still got each other. Even if paradise is a little...chaotic.”

They clinked glasses, smiling at each other.

On their last day, the rain cleared, and the sun returned in full force. Determined to make the most of their trip, Drew and Y/N decided to hike to a hidden waterfall they’d heard about from a local.

The hike was longer and steeper than they expected, and they got lost twice. But when they finally reached the waterfall, it was breathtaking.

Standing beneath the cascading water, Y/N turned to Drew, her face glowing with happiness. “This is it. This is the moment I’ll remember.”

Drew pulled her into a hug, his laughter echoing off the rocks. “Even better than the seagull incident?”

“Much better.”

As they stood there, drenched but exhilarated, they realized that the trip hadn’t gone as planned but maybe that was what made it so special.