#need drew starkey baby

[cainache]

how does one recover from something like this… 🙂‍↕️

[starkeyisthelastname]

can you imagine this man being your baby daddy? 😩🥵

[rafesbbyy]

Thinking about the fact that in s1ep6 when Barry burns Rafe's arm, poor baby probably had to bandage himself up all by himself. It just makes me so sad for no reason because Rafe's always alone and he literally has zero support system. And, his hands were shaking when he attempted to steal from his dad's office and when Ward catches him, he doesn't even look concerned or notice the burnt arm of his son??? Something about that just makes me so mad and sad like wtf. Rafe needs a big hug, man. I soo wanna be his stress reliever, his balm that calms him and more. I am literally not normal about this man. Like imagine someone burning ur arm on a fucking motorbike and having no one to turn to but yourself :(

[devonaoki]

how i be seeing rafe even though hes a psycho killer with major daddy issues who also tried to drown his sister and wants to kill all of her friends as well <3

[rafeysbby]

i just rewatched that one clip of rafe snorting a line up close and OH MY GOD PLS DADDY SNORT A LINE UP MY INNER THIGHS AND PRESS UR FACE IN MY PUSSY I BEG OF U

[cameronsprincess]

one of my friends is in Charleston rn and i deadass texted him and said “if you see drew starkey tell him i wanna fuck” and i bet you his ass would do it too bc he gives no fucks. so let’s all pray that drew starkey at least sees a picture of me ((:

[myylivinglegend]

let’s scrap ruth’s or whatever her names character and give sofia more screen time

please and thanks 😊

[decladam]

a HUSBAND !

[starkeyisthelastname]

the dream i had about drew 😭 omg.. it was like a group meet and greet and at a restaurant and luckily i got there early enough to sit right next to him. he was so goofy, but just gorgeous to listen to and look at. each of us got to spend a little time with him and he asked me if i wanna to dance. why it was the song forever by chris brown, idk. 😅 we took pictures and he just kept saying looking at me, even when our little time together was up. i was the last one to leave and, he literally watched me the entire time i was walking to the car that had come to pick me up, giving me cute waves every time i turned around. it was when i was about to get into the car that the someone that worked the event was talking to someone else, saying that. “drew really really like the last girl leaving, he said he wanted her to stay, but he didn’t know how to tell her.” 😩😩😩

[beautifuldisaster88]

A quick lil edit of Drew Starkey that I made. Since it has come to my attention that someone is going around stealing people's original work, and claiming it as their own, I did put a watermark all over one of them, just as a bit of proof that this is MY edit, just in case it gets stolen. This might not be one of my edits that I spent hours and hours on, but I still had to take time to make it.

There's a reason that Tumblr has reblogs, and if someone likes another person's original work, then reblog it, but for the love of everything, DO NOT STEAL OTHER'S ORIGINAL WORK AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

Those of us who write or make edits, we put our all into our work and most of the time we spend hours upon hours, even sometimes days to weeks working on our original work, and when it gets stolen it's like a massive slap in the face. All that time and effort, just for someone else to take credit for OUR work.

So please, before you think about stealing another person's original work, think about all the time and effort they put into it. We should all be supportive of one another, not taking credit for something that someone else made.

I just had to get this little rant off of my chest. I've been wanting to go back to editing, but seeing all the posts about people's work being stolen, makes me hesitant. Like I said, this was a quick edit, but a lot of my edits I spend a lot of time on and work hard on them. Same goes for my writing. I don't want to put all my time and effort into something, just for someone else to steal it and claim it as their own. Hell, if you asked I'd more than likely give you permission to use my work, and all I'd ask in return is that you credit me.

[rafesthroatbaby]

facts !!! every day for the rest of my life 👅

having a threesome isnt going to solve any of their problems but they should do it anyway

[littlelamy]

fittings; drew starkey x victoria’ssecret!model!reader; mdni

the atmosphere in the fitting room was electric. a mix of bustling excitement and high stakes surrounded you as you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the intricate details of the lingerie you were trying on. it was one of the final fittings for the victoria’s secret fashion show, and you were set to take the stage in a few days. the excitement was palpable, but your thoughts were elsewhere today.

today, drew was here.

the reflection in the mirror showcased your figure, adorned in lace and delicate silks that clung perfectly to your body. the soft lighting accentuated every curve, and the sight alone made you feel powerful and confident. you adjusted the straps of the bra, feeling the softness of the fabric against your skin as you glanced toward the door.

drew stood leaning against the doorframe, his gaze locked on you with a mixture of admiration and something darker, more intense. his eyes roamed over your body, lingering on every exposed inch of skin as you shifted under his gaze. you had invited him to this fitting for a reason—his presence made you feel something extra, something exciting, and today felt like the perfect day to indulge in that energy.

“you look incredible,” drew murmured, his voice low and husky. he moved toward you, his hands sliding up your sides before resting on your hips, fingers grazing the edge of the sheer panties you wore. his touch was light, teasing, but it sent shivers down your spine. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

a playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re going to have to behave yourself,” you teased, your voice soft but carrying a hint of mischief. “i’ve still got to practice walking the stage after this.”

drew’s grin widened as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “i don’t think i’m capable of behaving right now,” he whispered, the heat in his voice unmistakable.

your breath hitched as he kissed the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing his lips down your collarbone, each kiss slow and deliberate. you knew you should stop him, tell him to wait until after the fitting, but the way his hands explored your body, skimming the curves of your waist, made it impossible to focus on anything else. his touch was intoxicating, and every nerve in your body was alive, sensitive to his every move.

drew’s hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose more of you. his fingers brushed against your core, teasing you with feather-light strokes that made your legs weak. you closed your eyes, biting your lip as a soft moan escaped you. he knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you melt under his touch.

“you’re so perfect,” drew breathed, his voice filled with awe as he kneeled in front of you. his eyes never left yours as he slowly dragged your panties down, leaving you completely exposed before him. “so beautiful.”

you gasped as his lips pressed against your inner thigh, slowly kissing his way up. each touch sent waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling with anticipation. drew’s hands held your hips firmly, his mouth inching closer to where you needed him most. he paused, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making you squirm in his grasp.

“you taste even better than you look,” drew murmured before finally diving in. his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. you gasped, your hands gripping the edge of the fitting room table for support as he devoured you, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that had you seeing stars.

he didn’t rush. drew took his time, savoring every second, his mouth moving expertly as he licked and sucked, his praises spilling from his lips between each movement.

“you’re so sweet, baby. god, i could do this all day,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your core as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. his tongue circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

your breathing became ragged, every moan and whimper spilling from your lips growing louder. it was hard to stay quiet, especially when he was this good, but you had to remind yourself that the walls were thin and anyone could be passing by outside the fitting room. still, that sense of urgency only made the moment more thrilling, more forbidden.

you couldn’t hold back anymore as drew intensified his efforts, his tongue moving in rapid circles while his fingers slipped inside you, curling and hitting that perfect spot. the combination was enough to send you over the edge, your body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you.

you cried out his name, your grip on the table tightening as your legs trembled, barely able to support your weight. drew didn’t stop until you were completely spent, drawing every last bit of pleasure from your body before finally pulling back.

he looked up at you, his lips glistening with evidence of what he had just done, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you taste so good, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before standing up, pulling you into his arms.

your head was spinning, your body still humming from the intensity of it all. you leaned into drew, your breathing uneven as you tried to regain your composure.

“fuck, drew,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “i’m supposed to be practicing right now.”

he chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as he kissed you, his lips still tasting like you. “you can practice in a bit,” he murmured against your lips. “i just wanted a taste before you had to leave.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away slightly as you stepped back to adjust the lingerie. the lace was still perfectly intact, though your legs felt a bit like jelly after what he had just done to you.

you caught your reflection in the mirror again and smoothed the fabric, still feeling drew’s eyes on you, hungry and full of desire. but you had work to do, even if you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin.

“i need to go,” you said, giving him one last playful glance as you turned toward the door. but the way he looked at you, all hungry and satisfied, told you this wouldn’t be the last of his "distractions" before the show. and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[spideyhexx]

oct. 2nd - bro code

Brother'sBestFriend!Rafe Cameron x Reader

mdni! wc; 1.2k cw; thighfucking, cnc ish

kinktober2024 masterlist

a/n; a last minute change to kinktober because drew starkey™️

“Babydoll, I’m not even putin’ it in, it’s not a big deal,” Rafe murmurs to your ear, his lips ghosting the shell of it as his arm wraps tighter to your waist, your hips pressing into the hard counter of the outside bar. 

“He won’t find out?”

Rafe scoffs a little, his arm tightening on you. “No, no, no, no, he won’t. Cause you won’t tell him, huh?”

You shake your head no and his hand juts up to your chin, turning your head back to him, “C’mon, words, baby, I told you I need words to keep going.” His words, however, hold no meaning. He gives the cockiest little smirk when he says it. 

It’s hard to get them out when his warm hand is holding you, and his erection presses firmly to your backside, begging for something more. Rafe was your older brother’s best friend and it would have taken a literal miracle for you not to develop a crush on him. 

Rafe’s been eyeing you lately though. Longer glances when you strip off your towel, showing off your new swimsuit. Lingering touches when he hugs you in greetings, slipping a hand to the top of your ass. Enough for you to notice, but no one else. 

A few of your friends already warned you that Rafe gave off certain vibes, which you steer clear of immediately when attributed to a guy, but he was a magnet. And he’s holding you so tightly. 

Your front is against the bar counter on your patio, his body pressed up behind you so close, you feel all of him, every inch of him. 

“Rafe maybe we shouldn’t like-”

“Shhhh,” he interrupts, leaning back to watch the curve of your ass as he rubs his hardened dick against you. All that covers you is a thin pair of blue swimsuit bottoms, his swimming trunks do nothing to contain how aroused he is. 

“Here, how ‘bout this,” he mumbles, tugging the trunks down enough to let his cock spring free, and the quick glimpse you get of it makes you gasp. 

Rafe relishes in that. But his hand finds your jaw again, “I won’t even put it in, ‘kay? Won’t even do it, babydoll, it won’t slip it in. It’s just a little help and it means nothing cause it’s not in.”

You want to tell him his words don’t make sense, but you feel his free hand nudge your legs apart and oblige, holding one hand on the counter, your other hand on his wrist. 

“He could come home,” you whisper, not meaning to be that quiet, but Rafe’s fingers tighten on your jaw. 

“Don’t fucking say that, we got time.” Rafe holds to his cock, smearing the beads of pre-cum dripping from him on your inner thigh. It coaxes another gasp out of you and he chuckles. 

“Yeah, see? I told you, it’s nice, yeah. But it’s nothing, doll. Nothing. I’m not doing anything crazy and your brother won’t know, ‘kay?”

Rafe waits for you to nod. Your hesitation causes him to press tighter to you, the counter’s edge digging into your skin enough to be uncomfortable, enough to probably leave a mark. You nod. 

His hot breath at your ear and neck and feeling how hard he is makes your head spin and the area between your legs alight. This is wrong, you know it’s bad on multiple levels. You shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t let him do this, but you can’t find it in yourself to push him away. Instead, you slip your bottoms to the side and Rafe mutters out a, “fuck yes,” that makes more heat spark within you. 

Rafe slides his cock between your thighs, resting right under your heat. You swallow hard, gripping the counter. He nudges your legs to his heart’s content, getting them in the right position so there’s enough pressure against him, and then he grabs your hips tight. You move your jaw, stretching it out after his hard grip, reaching a hand behind you so you can hold onto some part of him. 

But as your fingertips grace his wrist, he swats your hand away, “Just look forward, doll, I got it.”

You can’t respond, because Rafe immediately starts to thrust himself between your thighs, not bothering to go slow. 

He groans and lets out a dark laugh against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your skin. “Think about this every time you walk around in one of these,” he mutters, rocking his hips, the steady rhythmic thrusts teasing you whenever his tip rubs against your cunt. “Every time you walk around in general.”

You wonder if he wants you to ask him to put it in. To push his cock into you and fuck you right here near the pool, but even if he wants you to do that, he doesn’t mention it. So you don’t either. 

The slow torture of his cock rubbing between your thighs, using them for his pleasure, has your breath heavy and your knees shaky. 

Rafe grunts, gripping your waist so hard it rivals the push of the counter against you. “This is normal yeah?” His voice comes out breathy, near wavering. 

“What?” You ask, confused by the questioning. 

“This is normal. Tell me doll, please,” Rafe almost whines at you. It has your brow knitting and your head turning to see him but he shakes his head vehemently, removing a hand from your hip to force your head forward. 

“Doll, c’mon, this is normal, yeah? Just…just feeling good with you, that’s all. Doesn’t…doesn’t fucking matter,” he gets out through pants and broken-up breaths. “I’m not even…my dick isn’t even…”

“Uh…,” you trail off. Unsure. 

“Doll,” he says, a sharp edge to his tone, like he might break if you don’t answer him. 

You rush your words out, “Yeah, yeah, it’s normal.” 

Rafe lets out a breath you could only classify as a relief. He thrusts his hips a little faster, the squeeze of your thighs warm and soft against him, the perfect amount to stimulate him. You’re sure he can feel how wet you are, the quick drag of his cock right under your cunt has you wanting to reach down and rub at your clit to give you some sort of satisfaction. But you can’t bring yourself to, your mind too focused on his sounds, on his movements. On his insistence that this is normal. He thrusts over and over until he muffles a groan against your shoulder, spilling himself on your thighs, on your cunt, on the counter in front of you. 

It’s a lot. A big mess that you don’t know what to do with. Your breath feels shakier than it was just a few seconds ago. Rafe steps back, tugging his trunks up. He reaches over for your beach towel that is laid on the lounge chair and chucks it over at you. 

You turn just in time to catch it, but you stay still, holding it and looking at him. He’s out of breath, flushed in the face, his eyes wild. 

“What? Clean the fuck up,” he mutters, gesturing with his hand and adjusting his trunks as he walks past you towards the screen door. 

With a swallow, you wipe your thighs clean, the heat in your stomach still lingering. 

“He won’t find out,” Rafe’s voice rings out, and you look up at him, only to nod, looking to where his cum hit the counter. You wipe it clean, then catch his eye again. 

Rafe stares for a few seconds, and you watch his frenzied expression dip into neutral territory, then the turns on his heel into your house.

[robins-scoop]

You hate me

“Our guardian angel”

drew starkey x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

a lovely anonymous requested; Drew x older Pankow!sister They’re pregnant and she dies while labor

MASTERLIST

Drew opened his eyes at the sound of a baby crying. He sighed and then tried his best to get out of bed. His body was tired and he could feel a slight pain in his chest. It was normal for him by now, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still hard.

He walked out of the room and because it was dark, he bumped into the door and a memory flashed back into his mind.

“I’m so sorry!” You said when you bumped into a body on your brother’s birthday party.

Drew turned around and then locked eyes with you. You had a little smile on your face and he couldn’t help himself but think that you were extremely beautiful.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry.” He said still trying to get a look on your face and try to remember where he had seen you since you looked familiar.

“Oh, you’re the guy who fights with my brother multiple times!” You pointed at him and then Drew was confused until you talked again. “I’m Y/n, Rudy’s big sister.”

He let out a little laugh once he understood. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I loved your work on the show!” you said with a big smile.

Drew couldn’t keep his eyes from you. He loved the way you moved your hands when you talked, the way you played fight with Rudy, how you hugged him and how you made everyone around you feel happy.

“It’s ok, baby. Come here.” Drew picked up little Rose and then carried her to the living room, and then sat down on the couch. The baby slowly started to calm down and he felt his body relax on the couch, going back to sleep with another memory on his head.

“I don’t understand anything about basketball, to be honest.” You said once you two sat down at the stands on the basketball course.

Once Drew found out a famous team was going to play in his town he immediately got tickets and then asked you if you wanted to go with him, you said yes because you loved hanging out with him even though you didn’t know anything about the sport.

Drew loved to have you next to him, the idea of having you there with him while he enjoyed something made his insides go wild. He didn’t like to accept it yet, but there was something there.

And he didn’t know, that that night, every feeling was going to be out just because of a kiss cam.

You were looking at the screen at some couple make out when the famous kiss cam pointed at them. You let out a little laugh and then Drew looked at you. He loved the sound of your laugh and the way your eyes would go smaller when you smiled. The way thar big shirt would make you even smaller and make you look cute, he loved that. He was getting lost in you when you widen out your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You said softly and then Drew turned to where you were looking. The kiss cam was now pointing at you two and he could feel his heart beat faster.

You gently shook your head and then Drew let out a little laugh. The people started to cheer up and the was no other choice, since the camera wasn’t moving.

You two locked eyes with each other and then Drew without hesitation, grabbed your cheek and united his lips with yours.

“Hey daddy” Rose said next to Drew. “When is uncle Rudy coming?”

Drew let out a little smile and then kneeled down to be on the same level as Rose. “This afternoon, baby.”

Rose moved with excitement and Drew let out a little laugh while going back to making lunch for him and Rose. When he looked up to get the salt, the picture of you, him, and Rudy made him get lost in a memory.

Rudy couldn’t take his eyes away from Drew, the words ‘we’re dating!’ that came out of your mouth we’re still going around his mind.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this.” Rudy said crossing his arms around his chest.

“Believe me, neither did we.” You said and Drew gave you a little smile.

“Alright. I’m happy for you two, but Drew, my man, if you ever hurt her. I’ll kill you.” He said serious but you couldn’t help and let out a laugh.

“Sure, Rudy.” You said letting your arm go around Drew’s waist, who was looking down at Rudy and he nodded.

“Or I’ll hire someone, because you’re too tall for me.”

“Daddy!” Rose said when Drew came into the apartment. He had been working all day and was tired, but the feeling of having his little girl around his arms made everything bad go away in seconds. “Look what I found!” Rose handed him a picture of a baby ultrasound. It was black and white and Rose was inside of your stomach. “What’s that?”

“That’s you, inside of mom’s stomach.”

“Did mom ate me?” Rose said with disgust and Drew let out a little laugh.

“Hey” you said once you entered Drew’s apartment. You seemed sad and nervous and Drew noticed that.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned. “You seemed pretty nervous on the phone.

“Uh... Drew.” Tears were coming down your cheeks and he immediately hold you into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You let your face rest in his chest while his arms where around your body. You were finding the courage to say what you wanted to say.

“I’m pregnant.” You said almost in a whisper and Drew just stood there. Your heart started to beat faster and your tears started to come down your cheeks once again.

“You’re pregnant?” Drew asked you once he locked eyes with you. You nodded and a giant smile appeared on Drew’s face. “Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!” He hugged you and you were shook at his response.

Drew couldn’t be more happier. He always saw himself as a dad, one day. And he couldn’t believe it was you the one who he was going to form a family with.

“Look Dad! A rose, like me!” She pointed at the flower on the park.

Drew let out a little smile and then felt the tears wanting to come out his eyes.

“No, Drew. We’re not going to call the baby “proof that I had sex with Y/n Y/l/n.” You said while you were walking around the city.

“But can you imagine the faces of the people?” Drew said and let out a little laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m going to have to take care of two babies.” You said jokingly and gave Drew a kiss on the cheek once he opened his mouth being offended.

“Oh, look at that Rose!” You said once you walked passed a flower shop. “It’s beautiful. Roses are my favorite, to be honest. They are so unique.” You gently touched the Rose and felt how soft it was.

“How about, if it’s a girl... Rose?” Drew said and you locked eyes with him.

“Rose. I like that.”

“Daddy, my stomach hurts.” Rose said while getting on the couch where Drew was reading a book.

“Really? Come here.” Rose let his head rest in Drew’s lap and he was gently touching her hair. He felt her body relax on top of him and her breathing was getting calmer.

“I think I haven’t moved this much in years.” You said sitting down on the couch after moving your stuff to Drew’s apartment. “This is the exercise of the week!”

Drew let out a little laugh and sat down next to you. You layed down and let your head rest on his lap. You closed your eyes and felt his hand on your waist.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said almost in a whisper and you let out a little smile. “I can’t wait to be on this couch a couple of years from now and watch our little girl grow up.”

Sometimes, nights were the worst. He couldn’t close his eyes, because of the memory of your face crying would come up. Silence was his worst enemy, because he could hear your screams. The memory was too painful to remember, but sometimes, he couldn’t control himself at night. And it would came back as a nightmare.

“C’mon, push push!” The doctor was screaming.

“She’s loosing a lot of blood!” The nurse said and Drew just stood there, watching himself grab your hand. A headache appeared on his head and he wanted to leave, but he wasn’t waking up.

“It’s ok! Push push! A little bit more!” The doctor yelled again and Drew couldn’t hear his voice on the memory.

He felt his heart beat faster and then the memory became silent and blurry. He saw the doctor grabbed the baby and then the nurse took it away. Drew was not letting your hand go but then the doctor said something, that made Drew get out of the room.

“Drew!”

He opened his eyes and sat down on the bed. His body was covered in sweat and his breath was heavy. A headache appeared again and he took a sip of the water he had on his night stand.

He walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. He let his head fall behind and he covered it with his hand. His breathing was back to normal but not his heart, who was still going fast.

“Daddy?” Rose asked and he opened his eyes immediately.

“What are you doing up?” Rose walked up to him and then sat down next to him.

“You woke me up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He gently started to touch her hair and she rested her head on his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” She asked playing with her hands.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about your mom.” He said and his voice cracked when the memory came back.

“Oh... I think about her all the time.” She said and Drew looked down at her.

“You do?” She nodded and then walked away from the living room. Drew heard her go into her room and then came back with a photo on her hands.

“I see this picture all the time. And I think, what’s she like... what kind of ice cream would she like, if she would’ve liked to play with me, or do my hair.”

Drew looked at the picture and it was you with a big smile on your face. It was the day you two met. Rudy took it because you had a fun hat on and you two thought it was hilarious.

“She would have loved to play with you. And her favorite flavour was strawberry.” Drew said putting the picture down and locking eyes with Rose.

“That’s good! I like that one too!” She said with a big smile. She went back to Drew’s side and then let her head rest on his arm.

“She would have loved you very much.” Drew said and he felt tears going down his cheeks. “She loved you since when you were in her stomach.” His voice cracked and that made Rose look up at him.

She stood up and now her face was on the same level as his. She took her hands and grabbed Drew’s lips, making them into a smile.

“Don’t worry, daddy. You always tell me that she’s taking care of us. Up there.” She pointed at the sky. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Drew nodded and let out a little smile. “Yeah, I’m sure she is. She’s our guardian angel.”

Rose nodded and layed down, with her head on Drew’s lap. He grabbed the picture and then felt the tears go down faster on his cheeks. He left it on the side table and then looked back at Rose, who was falling asleep. He remembered the day you moved into his apartment. He was in that exact position, but this time, you weren’t on his side.

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader read thirst tweets

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

warning: a little bit thirsty, as expected <3

The cast settled into their seats as the crew finished setting up the cameras and lighting.

“Why am I more nervous for this than any of the other interviews?” Madelyn laughed, straightening up her dress. The cast had already done a handful of different interviews for the third season of Outer Banks, the famous (or infamous) “Thirst Tweets” the last on the docket.

“No I am too, babes.” Y/n said, shaking Madelyn’s leg playfully. The three girls, Madelyn, Madison, and y/n, sat in front chatting while the boys, JD and Drew, were getting their hair “refreshed” before they began shooting.

“Alright, so here are your tweets,” one of the crew members said, handing each of them a phone preloaded with tweets of varying degrees of horniness.

“Oh my—” JD started to shout, but was cut off when Madison elbowed him.

“Don’t start yet!” Madison giggled, resting her phone in her lap, a blush already rising in her cheeks.

“Ok, you guys good?” The cameraman asked, shooting the cast a thumbs up.

“Yes!” The five of them shouted in unison as the camera began to roll.

“Alrighty, take it away… Madelyn.” The secondary camera operator focused on Madelyn, who looked down at her phone.

“Ok, this one is pretty straightforward: ‘Madelyn Cline is a mother’.” Madelyn giggled.

“Not just ‘a mother’, ‘mother’.” Madison corrected, causing Madelyn to shake her head bashfully.

“Ok, ok, Mads you go.” Y/n said, elbowing Madison lightly.

“‘Madison Bailey please kiss me’...” Madison looked into the camera, a cheeky grin on her face. “Ha, ha… no.”

The cast laughed before returning to their phones, looking through their tweets.

“‘Jonathan Davis I am free tomorrow at 5 pm if you want to go on a date and hold hands! And… redacted, redacted, redacted’.” Jonathan read.

“Sounds… fun?” Y/n commented, glancing back at JD, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, ‘it’s true. Drew Starkey makes me go feral’.” Drew read sheepishly, his cheeks flushing. JD started to make some sort of animal noise, Drew joining in, the two of them playfully going “feral” behind the girls.

“Y/n, does Drew Starkey make you go feral?” Madelyn asked teasingly.

“Not in whatever way they were doing.” Y/n stifled a laugh, turning back to Drew, who shook his head with a grin.

“Ok, sure. You go, baby.” Drew said, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Alright…” Y/n scrolled, looking for a good tweet before continuing, “‘y/n is so fine, like please ruin my life I beg of you’. Wow, thanks I guess? For letting me ruin your life?”

The cast laughed before continuing back to their tweets, each of them feeling flushed and flattered by the very kind tweets.

“‘Before I watched Outer Banks I always classified the rich as annoying and vowed I’d never simp over one…’” Drew read, “‘until I met Rafe Cameron and flew up his ass like a bat’?”

“‘Flew up his ass like a bat’?” Y/n asked incredulously, her mouth agape.

“If somebody walked up to you on the street and said that to you…?” Madelyn asked Drew.

“Marry me.” Drew said nonchalantly.

“Drew, I need to ask you a question—” Y/n began, but collapsed into a fit of laughter before she could get the words out.

“Can I ‘fly up your ass like a bat’?” JD finished, making eye contact with Drew before the two of them moved in for a dramatic kiss, falling away just before their lips would’ve met. The girls let out surprised screams, grabbing onto each other before laughing.

“‘I love my boyfriend with all my heart, I truly do, but Madelyn Cline can sit on my face she’s so beautiful’.” Madelyn read, a small smirk on her face.

“Wow, that’s a lot… real.” Y/n said. Drew’s head whipped up, a look of confusion on his face.

“Is there something you need to tell us?” JD quipped, causing y/n to realize exactly what she said.

“No, no, no,” Y/n chuckled. “Madelyn Cline is very beautiful, but I am still very much feral for Drew Starkey.”

“You’ve got a thing for Camerons?” Madison asked, Madelyn and Drew leaning in with mischievous smiles on their faces.

“Yep, yep, that’s it.” Y/n laughed, nodding into the camera.

“‘Y/n is so beautiful, Drew Starkey can you fight?’” Y/n read with a chuckle, turning to look at Drew.

“Yes, yes I can.” Drew said into the camera, his face completely serious.

“Drew wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Madelyn clarified.

“Oh no, no, I will. Trust.” Drew raised his eyebrows, wrapping an arm around y/n’s shoulders before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The cast let out a collective “awww”, y/n giggling bashfully.

“‘Drew Starkey could rail me anyday. Respectfully’.” Drew chuckled nervously. Madelyn and Madison looked between each other, their jaws dropped.

“Once again, I’m flattered. But… that’s reserved for this one—” Drew grabbed y/n’s shoulder, shaking her playfully. Y/n immediately put her hands over her face, hoping to cover the flustered expression on her face.

“Oh my god.” Y/n mumbled into her hands, the other cast members bursting out into fits of laughter at Drew’s boldness.

“Alright, and cut!” The cameraman said, the cast letting out cheers as they got up from their seats. As they stood, y/n felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist before turning back to Drew.

“How you feeling, baby?” Drew hummed, grinning down at y/n cheekily.

“Flattered. Very.” Y/n giggled, pressing a kiss to Drew’s jaw.

“Well, a lot of those tweets certainly had some… good ideas.” Drew whispered.

“Starkey! You’re… too much.” Y/n felt her cheeks warm as Drew kissed her languidly.

“Am I wrong though, baby?” He teased.

“Let’s see when we get to the hotel.” Y/n said, stepping away from Drew and grabbing his hand as they made their way out of the studio… but she had a feeling they probably weren’t going to make it to the hotel.

[lovelookspretty]

lover of mine

drew starkey x actress!reader au

— in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friend’s wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.

warnings: sweet baby boy drew whos willing to help u, nothing else rly

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authors note: i wanted to give it a sort of “the proposal” / “anyone but you” type of feel !! this is obviously going to be a series so let me know if u want to be added to the tag list from now on so u dont miss an update ! <3

your body freezes in place when you’re asked about the wedding. crap, you forgot. but it isn’t like you received any invite.

“theo sent you an invite through the mail. you got it right?” your friend, leila, asks you. leila and her fiancé theo have been your friends for years now, ever since you met leila during a movie priemere and shared respect on each other's careers. she’s been your closest friend, so theo naturally had to come along too.

“what? yeah,” you lie right through your teeth, and guilt punches you in the face when you stare right into her bright eyes. you raise the cup of coffee. “was literally jumping for joy when i got it.”

leila sighs in relief. “thank god we got the right address,” she says and you question what she means by that before she continues, “we didn’t know whether to send it to your apartment or drew’s.”

your breath is caught and you pause before your drink reaches your lips.

“drew,” you repeat, and she nods.

“yeah, but we figured you’ll both see it either way so, sent it to his place ‘cause theo said it was closer,” leila says, and you raise your eyebrows in amusement. “but anyway! before the wedding, i wanted to stay with our inner circle so if it’s possible for a little two-week vacation? the venue is close to my mom and her boyfriend’s house so we’d just be staying there. i would’ve picked after the wedding if theo didn’t already have the honeymoon planned. he’s too excited.”

“wait, two weeks?” you inquire, “who’s coming?”

she shrugs, “you and drew, libby, gia . . .” she trails off as she thinks about it, and you swallow as you set your cup down. “i forgot who else. i know it’s one of theo’s coworkers but i forgot who. let me text him actually.”

your face lights up at the opportunity to get away, and you nod. “i need to call drew actually,” you say, and she smiles and nods as you stand from your seat and make your way to her living room. “need to remind him to take the . . . fish . . . out.”

“fish?”

“we’re having fish tonight, yeah.”

you turn away to scroll through your contacts until you find his, then click on it. you settle down on the couch as you wait anxiously for him to pick up, and just hope that he does.

just before the call goes to voicemail, the line clears. “yeah?”

“you are such a—!” you hiss quietly, careful not to let leila hear you. “why didn’t you tell me leila and theo sent you a wedding invite for us?”

“i literally just checked my mail, alright? i would’ve said something about it as soon as i saw it,” he tells you. “i just flew in two days ago, y/n. i’m at the . . . i’m not at my apartment right now but my mail’s all on my counter. i’ll look for it once i’m home and then send you pictures of it, okay?”

you know that your situation with drew is slightly complicated. you were together for five years before ending things just a year ago.

because of your careers, you aren’t surprised that people assume you’re still dating. even close friends like leila and theo. everything was kept private. a year into the relationship was when fans even found out about you two.

you both have been looking for a time to address the breakup, to friends first for sure, but with your conflicting schedules, the time’s just never come up, and sending a “by the way, we broke up” text to an imessage groupchat wasn’t totally ideal.

even with the wedding coming up, having to be around everyone while you celebrate your closest friends, how are you either of you supposed to bring it up now?

“okay,” you tell him. “just text me when you’re free. any time before 10, please.”

“okay,” drew’s voice is soft and understanding. the line goes dead and you pull your phone away from your ear, seeing that he’s hung up.

your expected text comes around 8pm. drew’s sent you four different attachments. all are photos of the elaborate and detailed wedding invitation. the designs must’ve been leila’s idea.

you’re surprised to see an incoming call on your laptop right after. you hover over the accept button, then click on it.

his face fills a rectangle of your screen. he’s on his phone—“do you see it?”

“yeah wait,” you mumble, clicking out of the facetime to open your messages with him, then click the first photo. “leila and theo; rsvp by september twenty-seventh.”

“the letter’s addressed to my place but they put our names on the envelope,” drew tells you, and it looks like he’s ruffling through something before he flips his camera to display his counter. on it is the envelope in question, which is addressed to his apartment, but for y/n and drew, it says.

you hum. “are you going?” you ask him.

“of course i’m going. what do you mean?”

you shake your head, “nothing.”

drew only knows of leila or theo because of you, because leila works with you. maybe he’s made friends with theo but it’s not something you’ve personally seen, so you’re just assuming that maybe since you’ve broken up, there’s no reason for him to go? especially when he’s filming soon?

you stare down at your keyboard as you speak again, “leila wants us to come on a two-week pre-stay with her and theo. and others.”

there’s a brief pause from drew, like he doesn’t understand.

you sense it immediately and continue. “like, before the wedding, she told me today about how her mom has his house she wants us to stay in, just a few of us for two weeks, then they have her wedding— i don’t know, i need to ask her more about it. i think she just wants to fly everyone out and spend more time with us before she’s on honeymoon and living the wife life.”

“could be fun,” drew says. “i mean, i can’t even remember the last time i was out with theo or leila. it might be good for us.”

you furrow your eyebrows at him through the screen, and you try to read him to see if he’s joking. “there is no more ‘us’, remember? and by the way, neither leila or theo or anybody else knows that.”

drew hesitates as if he’s trying to justify your situation.

you rub your eye before resting the side of your head against your fist, “they addressed the invitation to both of us, drew. i feel like we should at least tell them the truth so that when we get there, they know.”

drew hesitates, his eyes moving around as if searching for the right words. “yeah, i know. it’s just . . . complicated.”

“complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” you say, feeling frustration build up. “it just feels dishonest. they think we’re still together, and if they find out at the wedding, it’ll look like we’re hiding things.”

“we are hiding things,” he reminds you. “we’ve been avoiding the topic. do you really want to drop this bomb on them right before their wedding?”

you go silent as you think about it, because if telling them isn’t a good option then . . .

“what if we just kept up the appearance that we’re still together?” drew suggests. it draws your attention as you look up at your laptop. “for the wedding and the pre.”

you blink, taken aback. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” drew continues, “what if we act like we’re still together while we’re there? it might make things easier for everyone. seeing us apart will just create tension. people will feel like they’ll need to walk on eggshells around us.”

you give him a skeptical look. “acting like a couple isn’t the same as actually being one. i’m not sure i can just pull it off without it feeling fake.”

“we’re not faking,” drew says gently. “we’re just playing a part for a bit. we’re professionals. it’s literally our job. we can do this for a few days.”

you pause, considering his words. “but what if it just makes things worse? what if pretending just complicates everything?”

drew’s expression softens, and he speaks more earnestly. “look, we’ve been in tough spots before. there’s been so many times on set with you and i before that we’ve had to navigate headfirst. this is no different. think of it as a role we have to play for a short time. it doesn’t change what’s real.”

you sit back, processing his suggestion. “so we fake it for now and deal with the truth later?”

he hums. “it’s not ideal, but it could save a lot of awkwardness and stress. we can be civil and supportive for their sake, and then handle everything after.”

you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. “it just feels like a lot of work to keep up a pretense. but i guess if we’re going to do this, we need to at least figure out how to make it believable.”

“we’ll figure it out,” drew says, his voice a little more hopeful. “it’s not about being perfect. it’s just about getting through the weeks without making things worse.”

you nod slowly, still feeling uneasy but recognizing the practicality of his idea. “okay. pretend for leila and theo, and then deal with the fallout afterwards.”

there’s a faint smile on his face as he nods at you. “just two weeks, remember? we can do that,” he says. “i’m gonna head to bed. i’ll talk to you tomorrow about it, alright?”

“okay,” you murmur, and drew hangs up on you.

the facetime window closes and displays your last app that’s been open, your messages. you’re face-to-face with the photos of the invitations once more, and a part of you is overwhelmed with emotions—fear, excitement, guilt.

two weeks. that’s all it is. just two weeks with your ex-boyfriend. you can survive that . . .

right?