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whereismyhat5678 · 11 months ago
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I DID IT I DID THE ONE TWITTER THING-
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Granted I did some tweaking, like adding Brick in the back with Gus cuz I thought it’d be cute 😅 and having a hard time choosing a third character but I chose Pizza Head! ✨💕
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littlelamy · 2 months ago
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drew and reader getting into a fight and reader decides to punish him by not letting him touch her and he goes absolutely crazy and keep apologizing and maybe even sheds a tear 🥲
a/n: thank you for sending a request! 🤭🐇 i hope you like it 💗
the tension thickened in the room while the weight of drew’s words hung heavy between you. the argument had escalated quickly—too quickly—and now, neither of you could seem to remember how it started.
"you're so damn stubborn!" drew snapped, pacing across the living room with frustrated energy. his hands dragged through his hair, those wild blue eyes of his flashing with pure annoyance.
"and you’re impossible," you fired back, arms crossed over your chest, which unintentionally pushed your boobs together making drew look down before looking back up at your eyes. your voice was raised, but it didn’t feel good. none of this did. the argument had spiraled out of control. and now, the silence that followed was louder than anything you could have said.
drew stopped pacing, standing on the other side of the room. his jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might say something to defuse the situation. but no, he just stood there, looking at you with that dangerous mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes.
your heart pounded, but you were not about to back down. not this time. he needed to know that you wouldn’t tolerate his attitude any longer.
"don’t even think about touching me tonight," you warned, voice low and steady. it was a punishment you knew would cut deep, because touch was his love language. you could see it in his eyes, the way he froze at your words.
his jaw tensed, “wait , what?”
“you heard me,” you replied, already backing away from him. “no touching.”
drew blinked, as if he couldn’t quite process it. “baby, c’mon. we don’t need to do this.”
but you stood your ground. this wasn’t about denying yourself or him pleasure—it was about sending a message. if he wanted to act like he could get away with anything, he needed to understand the consequences.
“you don’t get to brush off my feelings, drew,” you said softly, but firmly. “you don’t get to say whatever you want and expect me to just touch all over you like nothing happened.”
the sincerity in your voice seemed to hit him. drew’s posture changed, his shoulders dropping slightly, and the anger in his eyes dimmed. he looked away, swallowing hard as if searching for the right words to take back everything he’d said earlier. but there weren’t any.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping toward you hesitantly.
you raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move, “not good enough.”
drew’s frustration came again, not at you, but at himself. he ran his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath. “what do you want me to do? i can’t—” he stopped himself, exhaling deeply. “i’m so damn sorry, okay? i shouldn’t have said what I did. you mean too much to me for this to happen. please, baby, don’t do this,” he begs.
but you stood firm, “you can’t just apologize and think everything’s fine.”
drew’s face fell. desperation clawed at his expression, the realization that you were serious finally hitting him. “i messed up,” he admitted, his voice strained. he took another step closer, his hand twitching at his side like he wanted to reach out to you, but he didn’t dare. he was scared to be rejected by you.
your stubbornness wavered for a split second, seeing him like this—so vulnerable, so unlike the cocky, confident drew you knew. but you reminded yourself of the argument, of how he’d pushed you too far. you wouldn’t let this slide.
“why do you care so much, drew?” you asked, your tone challenging. “it’s just one night.”
his eyes snapped to yours, sharp and full of emotion. “it’s not just one night. you’re everything to me.” he practically moans in angst, catching you off guard. “i can’t stand the idea of you pulling away from me, mentally and physically.”
you saw the flicker of something deep in his gaze, fear, maybe. fear of losing you.
before you could respond, drew was right in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he didn’t touch you, he respected the boundary you’d set, but the need in his eyes was palpable.
“i can’t handle this,” he said, his voice almost breaking. “not being able to touch you, not being able to hold you.” his hand hovered near your waist, but he let it fall back to his side, clenching his fist. “please, i’m sorry, baby. i’ll do anything to make it right.”
the apology felt genuine this time, and your heart softened at his vulnerability. his usually cool demeanor had crumbled, leaving him exposed in a certain way you’d never seen before.
drew’s eyes shined with tears, and that’s what did it. you’d never seen him cry, not like this. it wasn’t for effect, wasn’t to manipulate you. he was at his breaking point.
you sighed, the anger that had fueled you before slipping away. “drew…baby”
his eyes met yours, wide and hopeful.
“you really hurt me,” you admitted softly, your voice catching in your throat.
“i know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with regret. “i swear, i’ll never let it happen again. just…just don’t pull away from me, please.”
for a moment, neither of you said anything. then, with a sigh, you reached out and took his hand into yours pulling him onto your body. his breath hitched as your fingers intertwined with his, relief flooding his face.
“i’m still mad at you,” you murmured, your voice softening despite yourself. "we still need to have a discussion about earlier.
“i know,” drew said, stepping closer until his chest was inches from yours. “but at least now I can hold you while you’re mad.”
you gave him a half-smile, shaking your head, “you’re impossible.”
“and you love me for it,” he teased, though his voice was still filled with emotion.
you rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding the truth. you did love him, stubbornness and all. as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warmth, the fight that had seemed so important just minutes ago started to fade into the background.
for now, at least, you would let him touch you, because even though he’d driven you crazy, you couldn’t deny how much you needed him, too.
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