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ash5monster01 · 4 months

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Can I get Drew Starkey with prompt 2.??

First Love

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Drew Starkey x FemReader

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, fluff, established relationship

2. You find an old love letter from your high school sweetheart, do you reach out?

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Valentine’s Day always brought up old memories. Thoughts to a time that didn’t even feel like you had lived it anymore. So much had changed, things you never really expected too. It’s weird that it feels so much heavier this year. Maybe since it had been ten years. A decade later and your life was not what you had wanted or expected it to be. Which explains why you pull the box stuffed away in your closet out. A layer of dust covering the top and you slowly blow it away as you pull the lid open to memories you hadn’t revisited in a very long time.

It’s the big things you notice first. The pair of roller skates you seemed to live in sophomore year of high school. A stack of year books with worn covers and faded signatures on the inside. A hoodie, one from him that overtime just became yours. Then it was the pictures. So many pictures it made you realize just how much of your life had been intertwined with his. It may have been ten years since but it was still ten years together before. Trying your best to avoid your young smiling face you find a stack of letters, rubber banded together with handwriting that is all too familiar. You knew it maybe wasn’t the best idea to read one, open old wounds, and yet you can’t stop yourself from freeing one of the envelopes.

Hello my love,

Did I happen to mention just how beautiful you looked today. I didn’t hear a single thing in Calc class because you kept brushing that perfect hair out of your face and across those shoulders. All I could think about was the smell of your perfume and wishing my head was buried in your neck. If I fail it’ll be all your fault but I wouldn’t really mind. It’d be worth it if it meant I got to keep looking at you. Just a degreeless loser with the most perfect wife. That’s right, I said wife, because I’m going to marry the hell out of you. It’s my only dream, out of all my successes in life you will always be my best one. Remember that.

Love Drew

The tears that spring to your eyes are not intentional. It was just that you had almost forgotten just how much he loved you. It was still your biggest regret that you never got to tell him just how much you loved him too. Maybe he had a girlfriend or even a different wife now but that still never stopped you from checking his Instagram and watching all of his latest movies. Which is why you’re so quick to pull up his account and scroll through the posts. He had grown up so much. He wasn’t that young 19 year old boy you used to know. He was a man now, a man you had let go of in order to not hold him back.

It’s when you accidentally double tap the screen and the heart appears do you feel your stomach drop. In instant panic you realize you’ve just become one of those crazy exes who still looks at their old boyfriend’s profile. Yet you shouldn’t feel this way. Drew was always your closest friend after all. So in order to make yourself look less crazy or possibly even more crazy, you hit the message button on the top.

Hey, was just reminiscing. So proud of all the things you have done. Hope all is well.

The internal cringe is enough for you to throw your phone across the room and pray that his famed status will keep him from ever seeing any notifications from you. Yet that isn’t proven true when your phone dings with a text from an unknown number on the other side of the room. Nervously picking it up, you prepare for whatever the text may hold.

Hey, it’s Drew. I’m really hoping this is still your number 😅

I got your DM but it feels weird messaging you of all people over Instagram

The second text comes through as you’re finished reading the first one, nerves tingling through your entire body. You hadn’t expected a DM back, let alone a text. Yet here you both were and now you had to face the consequences of your actions. You were the one who reached out first after all.

It’s still me! I would have texted but obviously your number did change

You know how awkward it seems. Texting him professionally as if he isn’t the only person in the world you are most comfortable with. You don’t have time to dwell considering another text comes through.

Yeah, I actually had to ditch it after a crazy fan incident. I would have given you my new one but honestly I figured you didn’t want it.

Of course I’d want it, no matter what you’ll be important to me

You don’t want to come off as flirty but it was true. Even if your relationship had been ten years ago. Drew held your heart and gave you every first experience of love in your life. That never goes away, he would carry those firsts around with him forever.

You home? I’m in town and I’d love to meet up

It’s not the text you expect to come after the one you just sent. Knowing Drew was so close now made you even more nervous. It had been so long. Were you really even ready for that kind of confrontation? Then again you didn’t want him to think you were still all torn up especially after you reached out to him. So you sucked it up and texted back.

Yeah! We could meet at our old place, 4 o’clock?

See you then

And just like that, you not only revisited your past memories, but were truly going to step in it. Ten years ago this was your normal routine and it was weird how getting ready for this still felt so natural after all this time. This time you put a bit more effort into your appearance. If you were going to see Drew for the first time after all these years, you had to look good.

So with your jacket wrapped tightly around you, you find yourself walking to the center of town. The bustle of familiar faces walking along the streets, colors of red and pink covering every storefront you can see. You register completely that you’re doing this on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of when you left him ten years ago. Right in front of the old diner stands Drew, bundled up and holding a single pink rose in his hand. He doesn’t see you approach right away which makes you smile just slightly.

“Hi” you hum out, all emotions leaving you but happiness. You never would’ve thought seeing him in person again would bring you this much peace. He jumps just lightly before his head swiftly turns to face you.

“Hi! There you are” he grins and you can’t help the small laugh that falls from your lips. Suddenly he’s holding the pink rose forward. “This is for you, since it’s Valentines after all”

“Are you asking me to be your Valentine?” you tease, fingers curling around the stem and lightly brushing his own. You can’t believe how long it’s been since you’ve felt his touch. Red covers the boys cheeks as you pull the flower close and take in its scent.

“No, well if you want. Yes, maybe. I don’t know anymore honestly” he flusters out and all you can do is giggle as you take a step closer to him.

“I’ll be your Valentine, considering I have been many times before” you tell him with a smile and he sighs in relief, comforted just as much by you, as you are of him.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t want you to freeze” he says, hand falling on your back and guiding you towards the door. You obey, heading straight for your old designated booth. Drew watches as you slide carefully into your side before he sits down himself.

“Look at you movie star” you grin at him after a moment, taking in his grown and handsome appearance. A fresh blush covers his cheeks as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m no movie star, not quite yet” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, Drew I see your face everywhere I go. Edits of you pop up on my tik tok now. Who would’ve thought my high school sweetheart would be everyone’s celebrity crush by now” you say, knocking your foot with his and he laughs lightly.

“To be honest it shocks me. At the end of the day I still am the bad guy on my claim to fame show” he says and you just smile, taking all of him in.

“That buzzed hair, been so long since I’ve seen you with shaggy hair. It’s weird how different you look and yet you’re still completely the same” you don’t mean to be sappy but sitting here of all places with him will make you like that.

“Yeah, I kinda wanted to grow it out but with filming schedules I’ve had to keep it shaved down. Maybe after though” he says running a hand over his head and you just grin.

“I can’t wait” and the sentence isn’t meant to imply you’ll be spending time together in the future, yet Drew can’t help but think of that.

“Why’d you reach out today?” he cuts to the chase and the smile quickly falls from your lips. “And don’t give me some classic bullshit response. I want the truth”

And you consider your options before finally choosing to speak.

“Every Valentine’s day I go through our box of things. Mementos of our time together, because if I’m being honest, I’m not really over it. I know I left you but it wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore. It’s because I didn’t want to hold you back” you saw no point in lying, he deserved the truth. Even after all these years.

“You never ever held me back” he says after he lets your words sink in and you sigh, hands coming up to tug at your hair.

“It doesn’t matter Drew. I know you, you would’ve chosen me over going to LA. Chasing your dream, becoming a superstar, I wasn’t apart of that” you tell him and Drew sighs, taking a moment to think of his next words.

“You were apart of that. You always were, because none of that mattered compared to you. You were always my greatest accomplishment” and the words from that letter ring through your mind.

“Do you still love me?” you finally ask, needing to know exactly what was going through his mind.

“I never stopped” he says and finally a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips.

“Do you think I could be apart of it now? So I stop accidentally liking your instagram posts?” you ask and a belly laugh falls from the boys lips across from you.

“If you’ll have me” he says, hands reaching across and cupping yours into his own.

“Always” you tell him with a grin and just like when you two were 16 and first started to come here, he lifts off his seat and leans across the table to meet you. Searching his eyes you meet him halfway and slowly press your lips against his own. Kissing him like this again for the first time in ten years feels like a fever dream but it was perfect. He was perfect and still tasted faintly of cherries and coffee. He was the only thing you ever truly wanted.

And you got him back.

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willowpains · 1 year

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pairing: drew starkey x fem. reader!

summary: cast member reader and drew take on poguelandia

warnings: none

disclaimer: english is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes<3

the release of season 3 was just around the corner, and as a way to interact with the fans and give the new season some promotion, the obx team had decided to launch an event where fans would be able to live a pogue experience with the cast, which created a lot of anticipation in the fan community and had everyone in the world wishing they could attend, cause everyone was gonna be there to have a good time.

y/n was a little nervous, this event was a big deal, and as she arrived at the place in the back of the van with madelyn, her palms started sweating and her heart started racing. she had just joined the obx cast last season, along with carlacia, and this was going to be one of the first big interactions she was gonna have with the cast out in public as well as with the fans. she knew fans liked her character and cheered on her as an actress, but what if that was not the case when they saw her in real life? her impostor syndrome truly winning that day.

“everything ok y/n?” Madelyn asked noticing how the girl kept looking out the window as she played with her hands, a way to cope with her anxiety.

“i’m just feeling a bit nervous, that’s all. nothing to worry about” she answered seeing how the van came to a stop in a secluded area of the event.

her friend understood, to this day, she still got nervous at events, she believed it was impossible to get used to living this life and getting that much attention.

“just breathe, we’ll all be together and you’ll have a great time, trust me” Madelyn told the girl while she gave her a comforting smile. Both girls had instantly clicked since y/n joined the series, and had been glued to each other since then, they found a best friend in each other, and their love and care could be seen in and off screen.

“is drew already here?” y/n asked getting off the van and walking to where some of the crew were giving details on what they needed everyone to be doing.

just as she finished her question the tall man appeared around the corner making her smile, he was with Austin while a couple of crew members surrounded them, looking like they had just come from looking around the event, probably interacting with some fans. As drew noticed the van, he quickly began walking towards them, locking eyes with the anxious girl who relaxed immediately after seeing him approach.

“there’s my girl” he said into smile as he closed the distance between them hugging y/n to his chest, feeling her relax under his touch. “what took you guys so long?”

drew and y/n had met while filming season two of the show, and they had immediately become really good friends, best friends someone could say. they spent a lot of time in each other’s trailers, and their chemistry and the way they looked at each other was something all their friends could notice, but for some reason, it was something that both of them didn’t seem to grasp until long after they met, cause it was just before beginning to film season 3, that they couldn’t keep denying their feelings to each other, finally deciding to be together.

the only thing is, they decided to keep it private. and it’s not that they weren’t sure they loved each other, but they were scared of the reaction of the fans, so to that day, they have been trying to keep it low key, and it’s not like much changed, I mean, ever since they met they have had this bond that had fans questioning if they were more than friends, so all they had to do was keep the pda to themselves, even though they kind of fail in the attempt.

“traffic was insane, but it definitely allowed us to make our grand entrance” said Madelyn while she looked around seeing how they were the last to arrive.

drew could feel y/n’s quick heartbeat in his chest, so looking down to her he asked “is everything ok love?” while putting her hair behind her ear in a loving way.

y/n nodded slowly looking into his eyes and giving him a small smile “just a little nervous, don’t know what to expect honestly” she admitted.

Drew held her face while giving her a small peck on the lips “it’s ok to be nervous, if I’m being honest with you, on the way here my hands were dripping sweat” he said while stroking her cheek “and I’ll be next to you for as long as you need me to”

Y/n inhaled a deep breath while nodding to her boyfriend, she knew he was being serious, after all, since they started being friends and now as a couple, all drew had ever done was made her feel comfortable and secure, always giving her words of encouragement and being there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to have a laugh with.

Drew took her hand in between his and started to walk towards where the rest of the cast was hanging out, as well as where some crew members were giving directions as to what kind of content they needed to film . “Let’s take on poguelandia” y/n said with a smile.

…

After a few hours filming some content for obx’s social media, and interacting with some fans, some of the guys, along with drew and y/n decided you wanted to tag along and enjoy the music.

after your nerves and anxious thoughts had washed away after and eventful day, you let yourself enjoy the event and have fun with your friends, so after you got your drinks and arrived on the platform with the rest of the cast, you decided you were gonna enjoy the rest of the day with the people that you loved.

“feeling better already huh?” drew whispered into your ear as he stood behind you with his arm around your shoulders while he held his drink in the other hand.

you nodded while you let yourself rest your head on his chest behind you.

you two weren’t nervous about being this touchy in public, you had always been that way, which was why you always had the fans wondering if you two were friends or more than that. you had always been very comfortable around each other, and being physical with each other had felt natural from the begging, so nothing had changed about that, all you had to be careful with was no kissing in public, which was definitely hard cause it was all you two wanted to do while being around each other in the warmth of the desert.

“being around you always makes me feel better” you told him while you left a quick kiss to his arm that was still around you keeping you close to him.

drew tried to hide giddy his smile while he sipped his drink “glad to know the effect is mutual love” he answered as he rested his chin on top of your head as you both swayed together to the beat of the music playing in front of you guys.

what had started as a nerve wracking experience for you had definitely turned into one of the best days with your friends and boyfriend.

…

TikTok

*a fan video captured the two of you swaying to the beat of khalid’s music and drew had his arm around you and you rested your head on his chest*

poguelife THEY ARE ADORABLE

sarahswife can they confirm their relationship already?

holybandana stop they’re definitely dating

drewmyman they’re not together guys, they’re just friends and that’s how they’ve always acted around each other

y/ncloset all this videos of them together at poguelandia are keeping me alive

obxcharleston people said they saw them kissing a couple of times

chase4life I’m scared I don’t want them to end up like chase and maddie

twinkielover could y’all leave them alone? if they are or aren’t together is none of our business, LET THEM BE

hourlyrafe MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

*so I had been wanting to write something for drew because he just lives in my mind rent free, first blurb I write in here so I’m not sure is any good, but I did enjoy writing a lot!

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poge-life · 1 year

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Puppy Interview~ Drew Starkey

Summary: Literally one of the best interview ways to ever be created

This had to be the best day of your life. You were a huge fan of the Buzzfeed Puppy Interviews so of course you were on board when they mentioned you guys doing it. You guys were doing it in groups; you, Drew, Maddy, and Austin in one and then Madison, Cleo, JD, and Chase in the other.

“I’m Y/N”

“I’m Drew Starkey.”

“I’m Madelyn Cline.”

“And I’m Austin North.”

“And we’re the cast of Outer Banks-” You started but Madelyn cut you off, too excited to hold it in, “And this is the best day of my life.”

Everyone let out a laugh at the blonde but you were all as equally excited but you guys were all better at hiding it.

“Spoiler alert, if you haven’t watched the season, go do that and then come back!” Austin warned and you all agreed.

The season had only been out for a few days and you knew not everyone would have had a chance to either watch it or finish it and you knew the questions would be about this season and didn’t want to have it spoiled for anyone.

“Bring in the puppies!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands in excitement. You all sat anxiously, waiting for them to bring in the puppies. You let out a gasp as a little tan husky made its way over to you, “Hi, baby!”

You held out your hand for it so smell and laughed when it started nibbling on your fingers, “Oh, I’m not doing anything for this interview.”

Drew had immediately been swarmed when he laid down as the puppies all decided to attack him. You held the little puppy against your chest as you used your hand to wave his paw at Drew, “Who knew it only took 5 puppies to take down a 6’0 man?”

The group let out a laugh before the first question was pulled up.

‘What was it like filming on location for all of the ‘Poguelandia’ scenes in season 3?’

“I barely have an attention span so this is going to be impossible,” you started, “I will say, it was surreal to be able to go to Barbados. If you had told me even when the show started that we would be traveling to the beautiful Barbados, I probably would have laughed.”

Drew could tell your attention was slipping away from the question and answered, “We got to film in Barbados- the beautiful country of Barbados, the people there are so welcoming and it’s-gorgeous, ohhh.” His attention immediately disappeared as a black Labrador hopped in his lap. He could make fun of you all he wanted but he easily got just as distracted as you by puppies.

“I will say, I’m upset that my time in Barbados on-set was spent inside of a house rather than being outside like the Pogues.”

‘What was your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming season 3 of Outer Banks?’

“It felt like we show two seasons, the one they shot in Barbados and the one we all shot in Charleston and they’re all just gonna merge into one.” Austin explained, playing with a husky.

Whoever decided they were all mature enough to do this interview, clearly underestimated them. This was going to take forever to get through.

“I liked the fact that we kept the ‘where’s y/n’ group chat going.” Maddy laughed as they all agreed. You held the puppy up in front of you as you talked to it in a baby voice, “They’re so mean, aren’t they?”

‘What has been your favorite plot twist on Outer Banks so far? *Spoiler Alert!*

“My father faking his suicide.” Madelyn answered

“It was pretty gnarly…Rafe’s haircut.” Austin said as Drew agreed, “It’s pretty bug.”

“Uh…the fact that Big John was actually alive still completely blew my mind.” You answered, leaning back as they puppy walked across your chest. Drew leaned over and pulled down your skirt, to make sure nothing was showing. You sent him a grateful smile but quickly pouted when the husky walked over to him.

‘What’s a role people would be surprised to find out you auditioned for, but didn’t get?’

“I auditioned for John b, unsurprisingly did not get it.” Drew answered, while petting the husky that was beginning to fall asleep in his lap. Another puppy had taken it upon himself to come over and plop down in your lap while playing with a toy as you answered, “I actually got a roll in ‘After We Collided’ but turned it down after I booked Outer Banks.”

“Wait, you turned it down?” Maddy asked, leaning forward to look at you, “Why? That would have been amazing?”

You shrugged, turning your attention to the puppy, “I had to figure out which one I would have enjoyed doing more and I made the right choice.”

‘Who’s the most famous person who has DM’d you?’

You all let out a laugh before the awkward silence happened. None of you wanted to answer this question. Not wanting to betray anyone’s trust.

“Amanda Seyfried messaged me,” Madelyn laughed, “I was actually pretty excited about that.”

“Uh…Selena Gomez messaged me to tell me how much of a fan of the show she was and I almost peed myself from how starstruck I was.” You answered, “but that’s all I’m saying.”

“Um…Y/N L/N DM’d me once,” Drew grinned, looking over at you, trying not to move as much because the husky was sleeping on his legs, “changed my life.”

‘If you could have any other actor make a cameo on Outer Banks, who would it be?’

“Danny Devito.” Madelyn picked

“The Rock.”

“Elizabeth Olsen or Sophie Turner.” You gushed and everyone let out a laugh, “I love both of them with my whole heart.”

Drew patted your knee with a laugh, “We know, baby. We know.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed his hand off of your leg, “Says the one in love with Pedro Pascal.”

‘If you could play any other Outer Banks character besides your own, who would you wanted to play?’

“I’d play Shoupe.” Maddy answered with no hesitation as you snapped your fingers at her, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have a mustache. But, I think I’d like to be either John B or Rose.”

“Those are two very different characters.” Austin pointed out with a laugh as Drew and Maddy agreed, “John B always has something going on and I just wanna be apart of that thought process, ya know? And Rose? She just sits at home and drinks all day. The epitome of a housewife.”

‘Have your real-life friendships influenced the characters at all, especially now after three seasons together?’

“I think it’s obvious that Drew, Austin, and I are very different from our characters,” You started, “but I think after working together for three years, we’ve all kind of found a way to bring our characters to a bond because clearly, our characters would do anything for each other and I think all of us would do anything for each other, even robbing a train if it came down to it.”

“As JJ said, ‘Like they’re going to think a guy wearing flip flops is involved in a robbery’” Austin spoke causing you all to laugh. The puppy nipped at your fingers, drawing your attention down to it. You pouted your lip out at the puppy before turning to look at Drew, who was focused on the still sleeping husky in his lap, “Can’t we just take him home?”

Drew shook his head at you as you held the dog out to him, speaking for the dog, “Please, take me home. I’m potty trained and everything.” You popped your head out from behind the puppy as Austin and Maddy laughed at the two of you. You had been trying to convince Drew for over a year to get another dog but he wasn’t budging, “We already have a dog, buddy.”

“Party pooper.” You mumbled, placing the dog back in your lap

‘Y/N, what was like for Y/C/N to finally realize Rafe was as bad as everyone said he was?’

“Uh, first off, rude.” Drew held up one of his fingers before looking over at you, “And two, how you answer this, depends on if we get another dog.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you spoke up, “It was a little hard at first. Y/C/N was very oblivious to what Rafe was doing at the start but I think this season, she finally came to realize that he stopped caring about their relationship a long time ago. You can definitely tell she struggled a lot with trying to figure out if she should just stay on the sidelines like she always did or if she should break up with him.”

“I was more surprised with the writers having Y/C/N turn on Rafe,” Maddy added, “I think that was also one of the biggest plot twists none of us saw coming.”

‘What’s the last show you binge watched?’

“Game of thrones.” Maddy quietly spoke, playing with the dog laying in front of her

“Love Island. Madison and I started watching it together,” you started but Drew cut you off quietly, “I haven’t seen it yet.”

You looked at him in confusion, “When-you’re never at our apartment when Madison and I watch it.”

“Becauuse I don’t want to impose on girls night.” He told you, causing you to giggle, “and yet you always somehow do, don’t you?”

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princesachicana · 1 year

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𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 (drew starkey x reader)

description: you and drew with newborn babies.

“Aren’t they soo cute” You gushed snuggling further into Drew’s arms. He held the baby monitor in one hand,as his other lightly massaged your back. Your twins Eli and Eliana were born just 3 weeks ago. Although it was very hectic at first dealing with two needy newborn babies, you both got the hang of it pretty quickly.

The dirty diapers, feedings, crying was a new normal for the both of you. Seeing each other step into their respective parent roles warmed your hearts. This is what you both have wanted for so long. The domestic bliss that consumed the house was perfect. "Just like their mama." Drew peppered kisses onto your cheek. "And their daddy!" you teased back with a smile. The love you felt everyday made you feel whole, Drew worshiped everything about you. His love for you only grew now that you were the mother of his children.

"Did you get a chance to respond to that email?" you questioned your fiancé as he placed the baby monitor back onto its charger. Early this morning as you were pumping and Drew was putting the twins back into their cribs he received a email from his management. They wanted to know when he planned on going back to work. You knew that the last thing Drew was worried about was working. He'd been telling everyone on his team he’d get back to it soon. “Yeah, want me to read this script.”

You felt your muscles tense at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to go back to work. You were terrified of being alone again. You knew that it was a low possibility that whatever role he’d take next would allow him to stay home. All the best job offer’s required him to travel sometimes across the country. And with you being a new mom to a set of twins only made you more anxious. You needed him here. But you didn’t want to be the one holding him back from any opportunities.

“Did you read it?” You questioned fiddling with the strings on his sweats. “Didn’t want to” His response came immediately as if he wanted to be done with this conversation. Drew had only read the character description before he was interrupted by the screams of Eli and Eliana. And without second thought he went and comforted his little family. “It’s when the babies were going crazy, they both wanted your boobs.” Drew cracked a smile when you grimaced. Not even three hours ago it was as if your newborn babies were having a screaming match. Alls they wanted was to be fed and both wanted to be the first at it. “Don’t remind me i felt like a horrible mom choosing between them.”

Drew shook his head “Don’t ever say that.” Hooking a finger under your chin he looked into your eyes. “They got the best mom ever you hear me?” He leaned in pressing a long kiss against your lips. You smiled against his lips. “It was Eli’s turn to breast feed! but Eliana hates bottle feeding she won’t eat and it’s the same milk!” You laughed at your very picky baby. “And even though Eli doesn’t mind bottle feedings, the doctor said it’s important for him to get that one on one time with me too you know?”

Drew pulled you closer draping your legs over his lap. “Didn’t she suggest the bottle nipples that are similar to these.” Drew smirked as he slyly grabbed onto one of your breasts. It wasn’t a secret your postpartum body turned him on to no end. “Yea, she did. They should be delivered in like two days.” You pulled his hand away. You couldn’t afford being aroused after the doctors strict rules of “no sex for six weeks.” Drew threw his head back with a groan.

“Baby now i can’t even cop a feel?” Your laugh only made him whimper. “No! because I’d get turned on and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about that!” You defended. “Only three more weeks we got this!” Drew made prayer hands with his eyes closed. Your favorite thing was to tease your man so when you started leaving kisses down his neck he actually groaned. “You’re fucking evil.” Drew’s hands gripped your hips before dragging them down onto your ass. The action only made it worse for him as you moved over his lap. “I think feel something hard, left something in your pocket hmm?” You joked when he hissed. “I can’t help it my fiancé is sexy.” Drew pulled you back in for a kiss.

Crackling from the baby monitor halted your movements. A cry was heard, making you move off Drew quickly . You grabbed the monitor immediately drew looking at it over your shoulder at the same speed. “It’s Eliana she’s awake.” You blew out a breath, she was fine. “I’ll grab her so she doesn’t wake up Eli.” You nodded as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead leaving the room.

“She’s wide awake.” Drew smiled as he held baby Eliana to his chest, her eyes searching all around the room. You walked up to them with a fond smile. “She’s such a night owl.” You brought your finger to Eliana’s little fist, heart warming when she wrapped a tiny hand around it. “Then we got our boy over there who could sleep through a hurricane.” Drew adjusted her on his chest.

You laughed at that, where eliana stayed up all night and always fought nap time. Eli was the first to wake up and take the longest naps. “Our next one gonna be another girl mark my words!” Drew stated matter of factly.

“Already thinking of having another one?” You gasped. “What can i say I like seeing you pregnant knowing it’s my baby I put in there.” He smirked.

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blondbrat · 5 months

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★ — SLUT !! drew starkey x actress reader

summary - your dating the man of your dreams, drew starkey, your fellow cast member and boyfriend.. but like always, people have to hate on you — the only comment people ever for female celebs existing happily in their relationships ‘she’s honestly just a slut’

warnings - use of y/n, slut shaming, overall shitty comments, stressed!reader

a/n - part of a drew starkey!au I wanna start. inspired by taylor swifts song ‘slut !!’ honestly in love with drew I can’t he’s so perfect :) as someone who’s been slut shamed, I definitely wanted to empathize how hard it is, especially as a woman, just simply living your life and getting hate for it x

If they call me a slut you smiled sweetly to yourself. posting the picture with a click of ur finger, a cute outfit for a fun night ! work had been going on long lately — not that you didn’t love every second of it. it was just tiring, and you were glad u could finally take a breath. just a chill night with your cast members and drew.. god, your smile turned into a cheeky grin as a knock sounded on the door.

you sighed softly, letting the weeks weight finally fall of your shoulders as you clicked off your phone — muting your notifications was an unconscious habit of yours

—instagram / 8:34 pm saturday

y/nprimrose : basketball game group date! their really trying to bet on who’s b-ball team will win, as if it won’t be mine! in all respect, it will be 💞 @*drewstarkey @*rudypankow @*madylncline

drewstarkey baby, my love, sweetheart, we both know what team will win, mine ❤️

↳ obxhasmyheart STOP this kind of relationship >>>

↳ user1 the way he uses the nicknames for y/n 🥺

primrosefanpage how does she always have the cutest outfits?? I LOVE HER

↳ drewsactualgf1 cute, the fuck? I guess if she works as a stripper…

user2 does she always have to have her tits out tho? just like her character wow

↳ drewsactualgf1 slut on screen, slut off screen. a slut in general 🥱

↳ user3 the only reason she was able to pull drew!! like cmon over here mr.starkey, I have tits AND a personality

user5 fucking put on some clothes. drew. deserves. better!!

user4 the fucks wrong with this comment section…

you didn’t glance at your phone once — drew peaking in with his usual grin. god, he was handsome as always. before you knew he pulled you into a cuddly embrace “hi baby, saw your post, you really think your teams gonna win huh’?” you beamed ! wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a soft peck — that shut him up quickly ! the night was perfect — everyone riding together as you all laugh and talk, simpering even more hysterically and playfully as the ride went on.

you found urself finally about to just relax. hand in drews as you all walked into the packed basketball building. crowed and buzzing with excitement. grinning sweetly at the array of papperazzi that greeted you, you all were used to it by now ! even posing in some as u four found ur seats, taking a few pictures with fans that seemed to be frozen in shock as u all waited for the game to begin.. you loved interacting with your fans, exactly why you requested normal seats — you loved being able to get to know them, helping them calm down once the realization hits in. it was as much as an experience for you as it was for them

“you look beautiful” drew leaned over and whispered in your ear, chuckling at the bloom of blush that crept over your cheeks. he couldn’t help himself, you did!

before you knew it, the game was starting — the turnover resulting in your team making the first basket ! you and rudy cheered, pocking drew in the side laughing as he rolled his eyes playfully. once more baskets were made and sarcastic laughs extanged, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder — leaning his head against yours as he kissed you on the forehead gently. both your friends too busy joking around to notice the sweet scene.. but it made it all the more perfect. this is what u both needed, just a night to be together ♡

drews arm still around you, you chatted with madayln — both agreeing work has been a lot lately while keeping your gazes on the game. your team was winning ! and you simpered, scrunching your face in mocking triumph as u glanced down at your phone — trying to slyly see if their was only a little amount of time in the game left, which would guarantee your favorite teams win ! but your recent notifications caught your attention instead.. and all you could see were specific words instantly ‘slut’ ‘stripper’ ‘a pair of tits and that’s it’ what the hell?? your face immediately fell, and you clicked on the notifications frantically.. expecting to find a porn scene or something with a woman who looked somewhat like you (which had happened before) not your joking post from earlier.. the picture wasn’t even the main reason you posted it. and let alone.. to get all this hate. for wearing a fucking shirt??

your feed was bombarded with hate after hate. slut, slut, slut and so much worse.. your gut twisted, a strange feeling of guilt and embarrassment fogging your head !! your anxiety spiking !! drew and all your friends were destined to see the post soon enough?? drew commented on it, just before all the comments were posted.. it was humiliating. and u couldn’t help but doubt urself —would everyone agree with the comments? did everyone think of u like that, just a pair of tits?? maybe it was a bit revealing? you’d struggled with these kinds of comments before u got famous.. and after the stress of non stop filming, the one day u finally let urself breath — this fucking happened :(( it was just all too much

your head was spinning — you convinced urself you were overreacting, this happened to all female celebrities atleast once.. but fuck, you never realized how humiliating it was !! until then.. u tried to breathe, and Drew noticed ur tenseness immediately, ur pretty eyes seeming to fall in.. shame?

you shook his hand from ur shoulder, standing up instantly “g-gotta go to the bathroom” you murmured — before drew could even grab your hand you paced away, dodging cameras and people as you slammed the door into the single stall bathroom. you just needed to process.. and hiding with the hopes drew hadn’t yet seen the comments. slut. slut. slut.. for wearing a pretty shirt?

tears began to well up in your eyes, satly droplets — and you wish they didn’t !! just like everything else that seemed to be happening, you had no control over it. your breathing was hitched, fast and panicked as u paced around the bathroom. reading every hate comment like you’d atleast find one that said it was a joke.. it wasn’t.

u were staring at yourself in the golden brimmed mirror — clumpy mascara running down ur face, leaving black stains in their fall. slut. slut. slutyou had just recently came to fame.. ‘slut’ met drew, the man of your dreams ‘slut’ and still, these small (not) things effected u— isn’t it fucked up? how its drilled into woman’s brains that it’s their fault.. for simply loving their bodies and being happy?

your thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door.. it had been there the whole time “baby! y/n open up! let me in will ya? please baby I’m worried!” your heart melted at his concerned voice, eyes softening as you tried to wipe away ur foggy tears — meeting his eyes as u opened the door. ur best friend, and love of your life instantly swooning u in his arms.

“hey, hey baby look at me ok” he whispered softly, cradling u like he never wanted to let go.. he didn’t. “you scared me sweetheart, running out of there like that.. talk to me” his body was so warm, so hard, so perfect.. your home. and before you knew it you were letting urself breath. meeting his sapphire eyes. “drew.. do you ever-ever fuck do you ever look and me and frown because I look like a… s-slut” you stumbled whispering, adverting your eyes from his. “y/n w-what?!” he squeezed you in his arms even tighter, tilting ur head up to his so gently it felt like a butterfly’s touch. “Did someone say that to you?! someone here?!” he glanced around protectively, his face furrowing intimidatly before softening when he again found yours

“n-no.. just something I posted on insta—“

he didn’t let you finish your sentence — his heart breaking at the crack in your voice.

it wasn’t long before you were leaning agaisnt the sink, still snuggly in his arms as you cried in his shoulder. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you let it all out — the stressful week, the exhaustion.. and then finally, the post.. the comments

you knew you would never forget the moment drew cupped your face with his hands, kissing the bridge of your nose — the touch so gentle it was like a butterfly. you could see the anger in his eyes, not at your of course, never at you. the fact anyone had the nerve to say such things about his girl, but more than anything, he needed to make sure you understood they were utter lies, being spurred in jealous envy “y/n please look at me babe, they are lies.. you are a beautiful, kind, and fucking incredibly talented actress and singer” you giggled at his empasis, tears no longer streaming down your face as u finally found his eyes “and fuck, the love of my life.. I’m drunk in love with you Primrose, and if some out of millions of people can’t handle that.. do what you do best-“ the words were like soft silk against your skin — drew, smiling softly, leaned down as gave you a soft kiss. “give them the bird, baby” he whispered against your lips, his breath fanning your teary face — eliciting a rapsy laugh from your pretty lungs.. god, he truly was your home

You know it might be worth it for once

—instagram / 12:00 pm Thursday

y/nprimrose : NEW SONG OUT NOW : SLUT !! ps. call me one, it’s worth it ❤️

drewstarkey your such a masterpiece baby, so drunk in love with you primrose ❤️ always doing what you do best ;)

you didn’t bother reading the rest of the comments, to occupied with drews kissing to even care (the song becomes a HIT)

Might as well be drunk in love xoxo

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milo-manheim-luver · 1 year

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Girls Weekend- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

summary: in which reader has her high school best friends come and visit her new place in Charleston and they finally find about about her secret lover.

warnings: angst? lots of fluff, and a bit of implied sexual content/comments. ENJOY! 😽

A/N: i’m def basing the two besties off of my besties hehehe 🤭 also, i suck at writing so please be nice 😭 ps this is my first drew starkey fic so feedback is defs welcomed 🫶🏻

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it was a late tuesday night in the beach town of charleston, south carolina when Y/N phone had started to buzz lightly. she was curled up on the couch, lamp on, reading one of her boyfriends many books he had acquired throughout the years. she found a stopping point in her (drew’s) book and placed the marker in it, before picking her phone up. she had a few texts from the ‘hometown girlies’ groupchat, immediately smiling, at the thought of her lifelong best friends.

ophelia: hey luvs, so martha and i were thinking maybe we could fly out to see you and your new place sometime soon?

ophelia: like maybe make it a girls weekend?!

martha: we miss you so much! we haven’t seen you in almost a year!

martha: just let us know when would work best for you! <3 xoxo

Y/N: omg! hi my babes!

Y/N: miss you girlies so fucking much it hurts 😢

Y/N: let me look at my schedule real quick! i’ll get back to you in about 20!

“hey, babe, my girlfriends from back home wanna come out and visit sometime soon, like have a girls weekend. are you still going to your mom’s the first week of may?” Y/N asked her boyfriend, drew, who sat close beside her, book in one hand, and his other gently rubbing his thumb across her shin, as she had her legs laying across his lap.

“uh, i believe so, unless someone cancels. why? am i not allowed to be there for girls weekend? oh wait! is this like where girls spill their darkest secrets?” drew rambled on as he looked up from his book, now intrigued by Y/N question.

“well, it’s not that i don’t want you here. it’s just they don’t know about us and i wanted to keep it that way. only the cast knows, and not even all of them know” Y/N let a sigh escape her plump lips. she wanted her best friends to know, yes, but at the same time she really liked the secrecy. not even her family knew about her and drew and that’s how she wanted to keep it, at least for now that is.

“i know i know. i will let you know if it gets canceled. but seriously what do girls do and talk about during a girls weekend?” drew asked with a confused expression plastered onto his face.

“that’s for us girls to know and you men to never find out. also thank you for always being so understanding and caring like all the time. i love you hunny” she cooed to her boyfriend who sat close to her on their shared couch.

“i love you too, angel” the tall, muscular man spoke as he leant over and planted a soft and gentle kiss to his girlfriend’s plump lips.

it had been three long weeks, of pure excitement and no patience. Y/N had just picked her two high school best friends, ophelia and martha, up from the airport and was headed back to her and her lovers’ place.

“i can’t believe you live in south carolina. like don’t you miss good old nebraska?” martha asked her best friend she hadn’t seen in almost a year.

“uh no, not really. i feel like i’m thriving here. i have a good job, a nice place, some friends. but don’t worry they won’t replace you two babes” Y/N giggled as she smiled.

“i mean, yeah you’re totally thriving here. wait! did you ever learn how to surf like you’ve always wanted to? or golf?” ophelia, who had been sitting in the passenger seat the whole ride back, spoke with pure curiosity.

“uh, yeah? kinda. one of my friends, chase, actually taught me how to surf. the guy knows how to do pretty much anything. i mean he grew up along the coast so he’s been doing it for awhile now. and as for golf, i definitely have had some lessons by another friend but he’s not the best teacher out there. like he ge-“ Y/N was cut off by her phone buzzing, notifying her that she had received a text.

without even thinking twice she then asked “hey ophelia, can you tell me who just texted me? i don’t wanna look while i’m driving because this traffic is horrible” she softly spoke.

“yeah, well it only has the name, woah who’s ‘joseph WITH A SWOONING EMOJI?!”

“DID YOU GET A LOVER FINALLY?!” martha screamed from the back seat of Y/N car.

“okay, for starters chill out. like bring down the volume i’m trying to drive here. and also, no that’s just my friend who i work with. the emoji is an inside joke. he’s actually the one who’s been trying to teach me how to golf. like i said he sucks at teaching” Y/N spat out about her secret lover.

“wait what do you do again? how do i not remember this?” martha asked, embarrassed she couldn’t remember what her best friend did for a living.

“dude she’s a makeup artist for some netflix show, right?” ophelia asked Y/N for confirmation, who hummed in response.

the three girls had just pulled into Y/N and drew’s apartment complex, which was near the beach per Y/N request as she had always loved the beach and longed to live near one at some point in her life. she just got lucky to, living with her soulmate near the beach. it’s everything she could’ve asked for and more.

ophelia and martha grabbed their carryons as Y/N tried to help the two women she’d called her best friends for over five years with their luggage. but her best friends of course declined the offer for help. once ophelia and martha gathered their luggage Y/N locked her car, and lead the way up the stairs to her and her lovers’ humble abode.

“the apartment is on the third floor, so my apologies for how tired you two will be when we finally make it to my floor. but hey, at least the view is great!” Y/N exclaimed, beaming with pure joy at the thought of spending the weekend with two women she’d been friends with the longest.

“are we almost there yet” martha huffed out as she trudged her way up the last set of staircases. she was tired already and just wanted to take a seat in a chair or on a couch. it didn’t matter which one at this point.

“yes, marti, it’s right here” the young makeup artist beamed as she unlocked the apartment door, pushing the door open, letting her friends go in first. they made a bit of noise, rolling their luggage on the wood floor as they entered the place, notifying a certain someone, that his lover was finally home.

“babe, you’re back! i tried texting you, anyways i’m about to head out to go shoot some hoops with J.D. an- uh hi?” drew spoke from your guys’ bedroom, as he entered the living room and kitchen area, only to met with three sets of eyes instead of one. as soon as he entered he finished pulling his shirt on, a light blush filling his cheeks as he had not expected to see two extra pair of eyes on him.

“joseph andrew! what the hell are you still doing here? i thought you were visiting your mom this weekend?” Y/N huffed out shakily, not really prepared to be interrogated by her two hometown girlfriends. she looked down at her feet as she felt her lovers’ and best friends’ eyes on her, wanting answers.

“first off, not a ‘hello, my love’ and yeah i texted you, told you my mom had to cancel because she had to work. something about wrapping up for the school year. i’m not really sure. plus, she wanted you to come as well” drew smirked as he walked past his girls’ best friends, lifting her chin up to look into his bright blue eyes. he could tell she was nervous. “why are you so nervous?” he spoke softly, as her friends looked at her.

“um… what’s going on here? WAIT! is THIS the guy who texted you earlier?” martha exclaimed in excitement.

“OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE GUY WHO TRIED TEACHING YOU HOW TO PLAY GOLF!” ophelia belted out with the realization who the guy had texted Y/N earlier was.

“u-uh y-yeah. guys this is m-my boyfriend? drew i’d like you to meet my best friends from back home, ophelia and martha. martha, ophelia, meet my lover, drew” Y/N stuttered out, feeling drew squeeze her hand, in a comforting way to let her know it’d be okay. he knew she didn’t want to tell them yet, but here she was, spilling her biggest secret to her girls. “and yeah, this is the guy who can’t teach me golf to save his life” she chuckled out lightheartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

“it’s not my fault you wear a short skirt every single time” drew mumbled out louder than he’d thought, as Y/N swatted his chest and her two friend chuckled lightly.

“whatever you say. now go play basketball with J.D. because i don’t wanna be blamed for you being late. i’ll never hear the end of it on set” Y/N smiled sweetly up at her lover, who’d bent down and pecked her lips softly, briskly walking out the door. “love you!” drew shouted from behind her” “love you too dumbass!” Y/N hollered back. and with that, drew was gone for the next few hours, leaving Y/N with ophelia and martha.

“i’m utterly speechless!” ophelia exclaimed loudly, not being able to control herself anymore. she’s waited for the day her best friend would find her significant other. and in all honesty, she was worried she never would. mainly because Y/N had a hard time opening up to men and trusting them with everything.

“you know we’re gonna get the dirt about everything out of you later tonight, right?” martha quizzed Y/N as she just giggled in return shaking her head in disbelief.

as the three girls got done eating and slightly catching up with each others lives, the front door opened, revealing none other than a shirtless, sweaty drew. the door opening had brought all three women’s attention to who had just entered. “drew, put a shirt on, better yet go take a shower. you smell. i can smell you from here babe. ew. what did you and J.D. do, run suicides?” Y/N scrunched her nose up as her boyfriend came closer to her, wafting his sweaty-smelling self to her.

“actually we didn’t do that. we just played a one-on-one game of basketball. and J.D. was losing per usual and came up with the dumbest rules that aren’t even real! i mean come on, i would know if those rules were real or not. mans a sore loser for sure” drew rambled on, ignoring his girlfriend’s statement to put a shirt on or take a shower request.

“okay, drew, so do you like know every sport or?” martha questioned her best friends boyfriend, eyebrows crunching up with the questioning look she’d given him.

“well, martha, if you’d like to know. i don’t know every sport. i try to act like i do but i typically just stick to mainly basketball and golf because that’s what i’m familiar with. however, i do think i’m a basketball pro” drew grinned cockily, as he rested his hands on Y/N shoulders from behind as he’d been standing behind her dining room chair.

“don’t even” she sighed, letting a giggle escape her mouth, as she spoke to her two friends. it was more of a warning to them, as drew could go on for hours about basketball and all the rules. “babe, go shower please. you smell like a sweaty pig” Y/N bellowed out again to her boyfriend once more.

“fine” drew puffed out, kissing her cheek and walking into their shared bedroom, shutting the door.

“okay i think we need to play for the girls card game and hope we get all the dirt out of you about mr dreamy and you!” ophelia let out, walking to her suitcase and digging the card game out.

“i can make the cocktails while you set up, if you don’t mind showing me where everything is!” martha told Y/N sweetly with a big smile that happened to be very contagious.

“okay fine, the alcohol is in the top right cabinet as well as the glasses. let me clean up the table and we can get started i guess” Y/N smiled nervously as she knew they wouldn’t stop until they knew each detail.

as soon as the three girls sat at the table, the game began. of course Y/N got picked first, picking up the card which was a truth.

“have you ever sexted someone? if so, who?” Y/N read out before continuing “what’s considered sexting?” she blushed lightly as her two best friend started to lightly freak out.

“really? if you have to ask then you totally have. actually it’s you we’re talking about you’ve never talked about doing sexual things through text” ophelia giggled as martha nodded her head in agreement.

“so NOT true. the answer is yes, and as for who, that smelly man is taking a shower. now it’s your turn ms ophelia” Y/N stated matter of factly, leaving her two friends with gaping mouths.

“shut up! no way! wait real quick how old is he again?” martha asked bewildered.

“well i’m 22 and he’s 7 years older than me so that makes him 29” Y/N stated in a smartass tone, sassily.

“WAIT! he’s almost THIRTY?! the guy doesn’t look a day over 24!” ophelia spat out to her girlfriend.

“tell me about it. i thought he was in his mid twenties and was flabbergasted when i found out hes almost thirty” Y/N chuckled out as she ushered ophelia to draw a card.

“give this card to the most likely to have had the most hookups. whelp, looks like i’m keeping this card. i’ll admit it!” ophelia sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. next it was martha’s turn, who had picked up a dare.

“dare. text your partner and tell them you’re pregnant. oh fuck. chad is not gonna like this. hell i don’t even like this” martha huffed out as she texted her boyfriend back home that she was pregnant. now it was a waiting game. “okay your turn ms innocent” martha gestured to Y/N who sat next to her.

“i’m telling you right now, if i get another stupid fucking truth i’m gonna lose it” Y/N grumbled as drew opened their bedroom door, walking out, freshly cleaned and with a fresh set of clothes. he had on his coors lite tshirt that hugged his biceps just right and a pair of blue jeans. it’s almost like the guy couldn’t go anywhere without a pair on. even if he was just chillin in the comfort of his own home.

“language m’lady!” he chirped to Y/N as she got done complaining about what kind of card she’d pick up next. “did you save me any of your homemade cooking?” drew asked her sweetly as he came up from behind Y/N chair again, softly massaging her shoulders, her leaning her head on his right arm in return.

“mmm of course i did my love. it’s in the microwave. hey before you go will you make me another cocktail? maybe a hurricane?” Y/N tilted her head back to look up at her extremely tall boyfriend, with a buzz cut still on show. she really did like that buzzcut and she hated to admit it, but it did things to her. she gently put her left hand on his right which was still sat on her shoulder, running her fingers across the cold metal that adorned them. “hey, you put your rings back on” she mumbled to herself as she played with them some more, waiting for an answer from drew about her cocktail.

“of course i’ll make you a hurricane. anything for you, quite literally” he smirked, bending down and planting a chaste kiss to her jaw, picking up her empty glass.

“Y/N girl pick up the card already” ophelia urged Y/N to pick up the next card. Y/N was praying it wouldn’t be another stupid truth, but of course the gods didn’t listen to her pleads.

“ugh! you’ve got to be kidding me! another truth. oh god. didn’t want to give this out” she huffed and puffed as she kept rereading her card. drew on the other hand wasn’t listening, minding his own business. he’d opened himself a beer, and began making Y/N her cocktail.

“read it!” martha started chanting to her now south carolina native best friend.

“are you a virgin? if not tell about your first time” Y/N mumbled out, getting drew’s attention, as he spat his beer out of his mouth all over the counter. he started to cough in the process, suppressing a laugh. he knew the whole story because he was the one who took it from her. and boy what a story that was.

“you gonna answer it? actually we both know the answer already” ophelia giggled because Y/N had always said she wouldn’t give it up til marriage.

“not true, also drew babe you good?” Y/N blurted out before she could even process her own words, leaving her two best friends utterly shocked.

“i’m peachy. just choked on my beer because i was definitely not expecting this to be that kind of game you girls play on a girls night weekend whatever it is. but yeah, not true” drew winked to his girlfriend’s two best friends.

“spill. answer the card. do it. right now” martha pressured Y/N to spill the details.

“ugh! okay fine. no i’m not a virgin anymore okay?” she blushed profusely, as drew walked over to the table with her freshly made cocktail in hand. he gently sat it down in front of her, going back to grab his dinner from the microwave as it went off.

“okay and? you gotta answer all the questions babes!” ophelia squealed out, taking a sip from her mimosa.

“like was it everything you dreamed of and more?” martha questioned seriously.

“ahh, don’t you even think about it!” drew warned his girlfriend from telling the somewhat embarrassing story of their first time as he sat down at the island near the table.

“hey mr party pooper it’s the rules of the game!” martha blurted out to drew from across the way. drew just laughed lightly, knowing she was right.

“this is awkward. i don’t like that drew’s staring at me! babe stop looking at me with those stupid fucking ocean blue eyes of yours!” Y/N screeched as she giggled, feeling tipsy already.

“babe, i’m just waiting for you to answer the question. that’s all” he chuckled with a smirk plastered on his face as he continued to eat his dinner.

“ugh so it was probably i don’t know 7 months ago. we had just wrapped up filming and we’re all partying. i kinda got a bit tipsy but don’t worry drew was too so don’t go hounding him on this. anyways we went back to his place he’d been sharing with austin, another costar and long story short we thought we were alone but turns out austin had come back early from partying and was actually trying to sleep in the next room over. also don’t worry drew kept asking me if i was sure and blah blah blah. very annoying by the way because i said i was sure and you kept on asking!” Y/N spoke out with hardly any breath left over, glancing at drew who cringed at the thought of his roommate hearing the both of them making love to one another.

“hey now, sorry for trying to make sure you wanted to” drew jokes back to Y/N who just smiled sweetly at him from across the way. “also, all i’m saying is if you weren’t so vocal he wouldn’t have known” drew smirked cockily at you, standing up, carrying his dirty dish to the sink.

“JOSEPH ANDREW STARKEY SHUT UP!” Y/N yelled playfully at him as she walked over to him, smacking his chest, making him let out the biggest laugh of the night.

“drew come draw one card!” martha urged her best friends boyfriend to play one round of their game.

“ugh, fine” he chuckled as he picked up a card, laughing when he read it in his head, before he began to read it out loud. “never have i ever had sex in public…”

“so? have you?” ophelia started to grill not only drew but her best friend, Y/N as well.

“i mean yeah? is that weird? have you guys not?” drew laughed nonchalantly, face plastered with a cocky smile, as if his answer wasn’t a big deal. martha and ophelia sat there, with their mouths wide open in shock.

“stop, wait really?! wait where?!” ophelia, the nosier friend of the two pried.

“the beach at like dusk and also at dawn oh and the communal bathrooms at the tennis court” drew blurted out, causing his girlfriend to scoff at him spilling the details. this just caused her two best friends to giggle.

“so, this, this is the guy that cracked the Y/F/N Y/L/N? some tall guy, who’s super cocky, and who’s by the way WAYYYY better looking than any other guy we went to school with?” ophelia spoke loudly, in shock that her best friend who had said for all these years she’d wait until marriage, cracked.

“yes, what can i say, he’s the sweetest, goofiest and between us three the nerdiest guy i think i’ve ever met in my life” Y/N chuckled happily as drew had his chest pressed against her back, thick arm wrapped around her body as he gazed down at his girl lovingly.

“hey, i’m not that nerdy!” drew attempted to defend himself but failed majorly. “babe you double majored and read very old books in your free time. you’re very nerdy” Y/N smiled up at him, gently scratching his scruff covered jaw.

“wait hold up hold up! he DOUBLE MAJORED?! i couldn’t even succeed with that and you know me. i’m like pretty smart. i’m intrigued. like i was not expecting this at all” martha spoke still flabbergasted by the whole situation.

“uh yeah i did double major. not that big of a deal. also hey babe before i go read my new book, tell me, did you ever finish east of eden?” drew looked down at Y/N quizzically.

“almost. i have like three chapters left. once i finish i promise i’ll talk to you about my thoughts on the book” Y/N smiled sweetly, pulling him down so she could give him a passionate kiss. “love you” Y/N mumbled against drew’s lips, as his hands cupped her waist, as she stood on her tippy toes. “i love you too. don’t stay up for too long. i need your cuddles to sleep” drew smiled shyly down to his girl, before he strolled his way to their bedroom.

“so tell me, was he big?” ophelia raised her eyebrows wanting to know all the deets on her besties new man.

“don’t you even fucking dare answer that baby” drew yelled, turning his head back, smirking, as he approached the bedroom door, opening it and entering. just in time for Y/N to whisper out a response.

“have you not seen how tall and muscular he is? hes a big boy, you do the math. hes definitely not small” Y/N winked at her two best friends who started to squeal out. drew, who had just sat down on the bed, back against the wall, just smirked to himself, shaking his head as he heard his girl gossip about him, not having a care in the world that she just spilled some personal information. he really enjoyed hearing her gossip and flaunt about him. he always had. and always will.

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 18)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: Christmas Morning

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

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PART SEVENTEEN

Drew didn’t want to let go of Isobel, and he meant that in so many ways. When he was fourteen he laid eyes on her for the first time, and hadn’t expected to like her as much as he did—his entire family liked her. She was so shy with them all in the beginning, but he still managed to be enamored by the fraction of her she presented to his family within those first few weeks of them meeting. He knew she was special and it was easy for him to want to treat her as such because in his head doing that meant she would stick around, it meant she would open up around them.

When college came around they ended up at the same university, so he never had to consider parting ways with her in that regard, it was when she began dating Grayson that he experienced what it felt like for her to be slipping away from him. He didn’t register the feelings as jealousy, no it was more like a discomfort he felt about her being in a relationship. A discomfort that he chalked up as him being protective because that is what made sense to him at the time. He couldn’t stop her from dating, so he learned to live with it—learned how to share Isobel with another man who didn’t deserve her—until they broke up three years into their relationship. And though she returned to him heartbroken and not quite the same happy girl she was before he’ll always remember the relief he felt.

The last two years of college he spent probably annoying Isobel beyond lengths but that’s how he got his fix. He enjoyed walking her to class when he could, no matter how brief, it was always enough for him to see her face and hear her sweet voice. When weekends came he invited her to his parties because it was an excuse to have her around without having to worry about her wellbeing somewhere else. And at those parties he couldn’t help but give most if not all of his attention to her when he wasn’t entertaining some random girl. How could he not when she was in the same room as him, it was close to impossible for him to ignore Isobel’s presence.

Drew had been with so many women in his life, and never once had he felt that pull he did with Isobel after simply realizing he could be attracted to her. After years of knowing each other he’d kissed her once and had been overcome with the need to have her to all to himself. He’d always felt this way but having her in such an intimate way made it so much clearer. Being with Isobel created a fear within Drew because although he felt for her in the capacity that he did, it didn’t mean she felt the same way for him.

And just because Drew had fallen in love with Isobel didn’t mean she would ever fall in love with him.

Isobel let him hold her in his arms after he told her he loved her, she rolled over and hid her face in his chest instead of running away from his confession. He felt whole with her in his embrace, the way she relaxed with him made him feel like she would never leave him, so it scared him when he had to slip away to the bathroom to clean up and discard the condom. The mere thought of the bed being empty when he returned making him linger in the bathroom a little longer just to brace himself.

He eventually couldn’t help but go back to her, holding his breath as he approached his bed, and when he saw her body still resting there on his side of it, he exhaled.

“You took my spot, Izzy Bear.” Drew stated with a smile as he slipped himself under her body, and he melted when her soft hand ran up his stomach so she could wrap an arm around his torso.

She looked so adorable under him, her long hair framing her face, her soft skin bare, and her brown eyes warm with unspoken emotion that made his grip on her hip tighten, “Your spot was warmer than mine.”

He could only smile in response as their eyes remained locked, it felt completely different than before and they both knew it was because what had just transpired between them. Isobel hadn’t expected having sex with Drew to leave her feeling so needy. She hadn’t thought about what it would be like after, and now she was feeling so many confusing emotions all at once. She felt scared of his feelings—of her own—but she didn’t want to leave him. Isobel had already done that, and it only hurt them both. So she clung to him and silently thought of everything that had happened tonight. The unnecessary fighting followed by intense sex followed by his confession.

“You love me?” Isobel whispered with her lips moving against the arm her cheek was lying on, and she couldn’t ignore the twinge of hopefulness that was buried deep in her tone. Only someone who desperately wanted to hear the emotion could distinguish it beyond all of her layers she put forth, but she had a feeling her body knew Drew was exactly that—desperate for a part of her no matter how minuscule. She wanted to look away before he answered her, not in fear of him not saying yes, but the fear of simply looking him in the eyes as he answered her.

“Yes.”

Her face immediately heated at the short response that despite its conciseness had her heart pounding inside her chest, and despite her internal transgressions her eyes couldn’t help but find his blue ones. It was unbelievable how one or three words could mean so much—could make her feel so much. She’d once felt this way before with someone else, she’d also ran away from this feeling, but it still managed to find her and still knocked the breath out of her. She knew her cheeks were red when he swept his thumb across the warm skin of her face, “When did you realize it?”

It was like Isobel was in front of a mesmerizing flame she shouldn’t touch, but couldn’t help but stick her fingers through. Although, the closer she got to him, to the heat, the fire wasn’t so scary anymore—like it wasn’t even really a fire to begin with.

“Isobel, I think I have always loved you.” Drew settled on an answer after thinking it over. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, but it also felt impossible for him to keep what he was thinking to himself. It was like when she gave herself to him he couldn’t hold in his feelings for her any longer.

And If he was being honest he couldn’t remember not loving Isobel. The time from when they were only family friends to when they hooked up for the first time felt like one convoluted memory of Drew falling for her without knowing it.

Isobel had no idea what to think, someone had fallen in love with her and he’d done it so easily—so effortlessly. And it melted all of her resolve considering the fact that he’d told her on a holiday she held so close to her heart. She was going to remember his devotion to her every Christmas thereafter.

“I don’t what to say, Drew.” She shyly admitted, now looking away from his gaze. He just sounded so sure from the first ‘I love you’ as he dropped down on the mattress beside her when he rolled off of her, and it was his certitude along with his admission that stole the air from her chest.

She didn’t want to hurt him because of her own reservations, but she also hadn’t come to terms with her own feelings for Drew like he had for her. The last thing she wanted to do was compare what she had with him to her past relationship but her trauma made it hard to distinguish the two. Though, Isobel knew better because the way Drew made her feel wasn’t comparable to the man she had before. Even the way he told her he loved her was different, there was no flood of expectancy—he just wanted her to know but still she couldn’t help but wonder if her silence was disappointing him.

Because despite all of her fears, something that remained consistent for Isobel was that she believed his word.

“I don’t need you to know what to say, Isobel, I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.” Drew swallowed, wanting to do everything he could not to scare her anymore than he already had.

Isobel’s heart melted at his words, he was being so vulnerable and honest and it only made her want to tuck herself further into his arms, “You don’t have to apologize, Bear.”

He looked so handsome staring down at her with that same glimmer she always saw in his blue eyes, but now she knew exactly what he was feeling behind them. She couldn’t help herself as she leaned up to press their lips together in a gentle kiss, hoping it conveyed everything she couldn’t say because though she couldn’t articulate her feelings for Drew, it didn’t mean she didn’t feel anything at all.  They kissed slowly like time was infinite for them, reveling in the feeling of their lips against each other, and each slow peck eased her nerves. She felt how intentional he was with his kisses like her mouth was made for his own, like he’d found something he’d been always looking for, while Isobel just tightly held on.

Never did she think she’d be in Drew’s bed as he sensually kissed her lips after telling her he loved her on the early hours of Christmas morning. It was unimaginable at one point, but in the moment it made perfect sense. The feeling of his wet lips, the warmth from his body against her own, and the idea of Drew falling in love with her—for the most part.

Isobel suddenly pulled away and looked into his eyes, looking for the answers to the questions she was afraid to ask, the questions she thought may make her look weak in his head. She hated letting her insecurities show, but they would only continue to haunt her if she kept letting them choke her until she was rendered silent. It was easy for Isobel not to be a burden to her friends and family, but what she hadn’t realized was just how silent it made her that she became sort of nonexistent.

And for once she didn’t want to feel that way with Drew.

“You won’t get tired of me?” She quietly asked, forcing herself to keep their eyes connected as she waited for him to speak. Isobel could confidently say that was one of her biggest fears, someone getting tired of you loving them because she’d experienced it first hand. And though it came out like a question, it was more of a plea.

Drew’s eyebrows creased at her question. Not only because the possibility could cross her mind, but at how raw and vulnerable her voice sounded as he listened to her. It was crazy how you could spend an abundance of time with someone and not know how bruised they are, then they let you in and you don’t understand how you couldn’t have seen it all before.

“I could never get tired of you” he stated with emphasis like the thought was rudimentary, he said it with a gentle force like it was truly impossible, and he promised it to her with sincerity because he could never reach that point. He wanted from the depths of his being for her to understand that she had nothing to fear because Drew tiring of Isobel simply could not be.

Drew never thought he could ever be frustrated with Isobel until he fell in love with her. He was frustrated with her for things she couldn’t help, frustrated at things that happened to her, and frustrated that he he’d taken so agonizingly long to realize just how important she was to him that she’d found love in someone else and been burned because of it.

“You promise?” She gave him a gentle smile, but he saw right through it and he knew just how important it was to give her what she needed.

Reassurance.

God, he just wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her entire body until she understood him and all the doubt in her mind was no more when she looked at him, touched him, and simply thought of him. But this was Isobel and while he did want so badly for her to trust what they had, there was also a part of him that wanted to see her slowly heal no matter how long it took because he was coming to find out, to truly know Isobel was to love her for the sides of her she allowed people to see while also loving the hidden parts of her that weren’t invisible—they were just barely on the surface.

“I promise, Izzy Bear.” He whispered and when she smiled, a real smile with her teeth on display just for him to see, the frustration he’d just been feeling felt so insignificant to the warmth currently inhabiting in his chest, “Give me a kiss.”

“I don’t think I heard you, Bear, can you say it a little firmer?” Isobel smirked.

She leaned her body on his chest and brought their mouths so close their lips brushed, barely keeping a slither of space between them. Her smirk grew into a full grin when she felt his arm wrap around her lower back and squeeze her upper thigh in his hand.

“I said give me a kiss, Isobel.” Drew looked unamused as he stared into her eyes while his hand wandered upward to rest on her ass.

Isobel didn’t listen as he repeated himself just as she asked, instead she moved her lips to his neck, running her mouth across the contours of it, his skin salty on her tongue. She couldn’t tell if the increase in his breathing was because her defiance was pissing him or turning him on, but she didn’t mind either, “Hmmm I don’t think I feel like kissing you right now.”

“You always feel like kissing me.” He gritted through clenched teeth as she laid a full kiss on the center of his throat making her giggle. Isobel knew he was referring to just how pathetic her attempt was to keep things platonic between them for the holidays. How she’d cracked within days, no within minutes and hadn’t been able to keep her mouth off of him since. God, did she love having her lips on Drew.

Isobel chose not to respond as she continued to plant kisses down his neck and chest, every peck deliberate in her wake as she made her descent. She wanted to show Drew that she felt for him just as intensely as he did for her even if she couldn’t put it into words. This was the only way she thought to herself, atleast that’s how it worked for her in the past. Then Drew’s hand found her cheek and she froze before he pulled her back up his body so she was back where she began—chest to chest, nose to nose, and just slightly brushing his lips with her own.

“You don’t have to do that, Baby.” He mumbled as he pressed their foreheads together, staring into her brown eyes as if he was really trying to make sure she understood him, to remind her that he knew her.

Isobel’s eyes widened as she stared back in a sort of disorienting realization at the sincerity in his eyes and how she’d thought she’d loved before when really that hadn’t been what it was at all because what she was seeing in front of her in this moment was incomparable to anything she’d witnessed before.

“I want to kiss you.” She voiced her thoughts, it came out naturally like Drew was meant to know everything she was thinking.

“Then kiss me.” He barely finished before her lips were covering his in a gentle kiss.

One of his hands immediately found her jaw, squeezing her face as he pulled her further against his mouth. He could feel her as she immersed herself in the feeling of them being connected like she was wordlessly giving him another piece of herself that only he could interpret. Drew couldn’t help but release a deep groan at the intensity of it all, at how packed full of emotion this all was. His hands slipped down her jaw onto her throat before sliding to the back of her neck so he could bring her closer, desperate for all she was willing to give to him.

They kissed until they were out of breath, until Isobel was panting for him and desperate for his touch. His tongue massaged carefully into hers as he took his time tasting her. Her lips were starting to feel swollen and bruised but every time he released the pressure on her neck she kissed him deeper so his grip would return. She whined against his mouth when he disconnected their lips and looked up at the ceiling obviously drowning from his own arousal. She didn’t know where to go from here as she stared down at him, his eyes tightly shut and trying to control his breathing. Here she was in bed with a man who didn’t need her to prove herself to him, and she was completely and utterly lost in it all, “You’re making me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.” Isobel whispered as low as she could and rested her chin on the warm skin of his chest .

His eyes remained closed, but when she felt the rumble of a groan travel up his throat she knew he’d heard her and she smiled.

Isobel then couldn’t help but wonder if he’d let her tell him she loved him with his eyes closed, but she knew that’s not how she would want it, she couldn’t imagine it that way. In her head, when she let herself hope, she would say it when she wasn’t afraid to look him in eyes as she gave him her heart.

But for now she’d whisper it in riddles with his waiting stare hidden behind his resting eyelids.

She fell asleep comfortably in his arms and woke up to Drew staring down at her that Christmas morning. They’d obviously switched positions during the night as she was now tucked into his warm body as his back shielded her body and he leaned on his side, putting all his weight on his right arm, “You always wake up at this exact time on Christmas Day.”

Isobel didn’t have to look at the time on her phone to know it was seven in the morning. Her parents were most likely awake and lounging around in the den downstairs while she was cuddled up with Drew in his bedroom instead of waking up in her own. In just thirty minutes they would be listening for her descent down the stairs because that’s how it went every year they spent Christmas together, but things were changing to her dismay.

“How do you know? You usually don’t wake up until breakfast is ready.” She poked his side and giggled when he jumped at the feeling.

Drew couldn’t help but smile at the years of memories from all their holidays spent together, “For some reason I always wake up the moment you walk past my door to the stairs.”

If she already wasn’t a puddle from how sweet he was to her last night, she would’ve melted further into the mattress.

“You sure you weren’t feeling me two years ago, Bear?” Isobel joked though they’d been spending holidays together in this cabin for far longer than two years. Meaning he’d been feeling for her for so much longer.

He wrapped both of his arms around her body so he could pull her into him, he was getting used to his days starting with Isobel’s, especially on one of her most cherished.

“What did I say to you last night, Is?” He breathed and brushed her bare hips with his hand.

‘Isobel, I think I have always loved you.’

The more she heard him say it the more she wanted to hear it, like a song you didn’t quite understand the first listen but as you absorb the melodies, the words, and meaning you can’t help but want to hear it on repeat.

When Drew saw Isobel bite her bottom lip as her dark eyes glazed over in thought he swore he felt his heart rate drop before it began pounding in his chest. He loved this about her, how her body betrayed her and revealed exactly what she was feeling. Drew just loved when her guard was down with him. His grip tightened on her hips as if it would slow down the thumping in his veins.

“I have to get dressed.” Isobel released her lip and pouted knowing her mom would come check on her if she didn’t come downstairs soon, especially since she played sick yesterday to avoid the man she was under at this very moment.

“Okay.” Drew could only watch in a trance as she slipped from under him. He was mesmerized watching her leave the bed and stand before him with nothing covering her body. His tongue swiftly poked out to wet his lips when she swiped her pajamas off the floor and began to slowly get dressed—knowing his greedy eyes were watching, “Come here Isobel.”

She was working on the first button of her top when he interrupted and she wasted no time before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed so she was facing him. When his big hands took over what she’d been doing, she let him as he buttoned up the silk pajama top just as slowly as she’d planned on doing. Although, with his fingers grazing and nudging the curve of her breasts as he made his way up to the last button it had a very different outcome.

“I’ll see you down there, baby.” Drew wiped his mouth with his thumb as he darkly glanced at her breasts through the red satin then back up to her pretty eyes. For some reason Isobel couldn’t help but grin in amusement at how boyish he was being, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was always that way in the morning.

“Maybe you should come downstairs a little earlier than usual?” She suggested and cursed to herself for not wearing any slippers when she decided to come here last night. When she got to the door she turned and gave him a soft look before having to go back to reality, a reality she wasn’t sure she wanted to maintain anymore.

“I’ll be right behind you, Isobel.”

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go on without me - #28 w/ drew 💐

thank you for such a sweet req anna! 🫶🏼 and thank you to my 🦚 anon who's request I combined w this one! I hope you like this <3

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PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you surprise drew with a daisy bouquet.

WARNINGS: fluff!

EDITH SPEAKS: I'm writing for drew after so long omg, I need this man I can't even put into words UGHHHH he's so cute 🫶🏼🥹 please comment and reblog!! 💐

PROMPT REQUESTED: “I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

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It’s a nice beautiful spring afternoon, the sun quite bright and warm as its hazy rays fall down on you. You continue to walk with a certain prep in your step, and a huge daisy bouquet in your hand.

You’re on your way to your boyfriend’s apartment, deciding to take a walk instead of your car because of the warming weather and the soft chirping of the birds surrounding you. It’s just about the most perfect weather you can have; not too hot or too cold, the breeze whipping past you is fresh and sweet, accompanied with the warm aroma of the breads being baked at the bakeries you pass by, and little butterflies flying all around you.

It’s been around two weeks since you last saw him because he got busy with some movie shootings locally. If he was at home, he was either home extremely late at night or extremely early in the morning, and that time too was also spent in sleeping or practicing his scripts over and over again, which led to a lack of time being spent between the two of you.

However, he finally gets the time to call you up and tell you that he has a free day, and he doesn’t wish to spend it with anyone except you. You were beyond ecstatic to receive the phone call, practically already out the door before you can even hang up.

You reach his apartment and just as you ring the bell, the door is opened as if he was waiting at the door for you, and you are quickly engulfed in the most warm hug you’ve ever known. You sigh against his shoulder, closing your eyes as your arms wrap around his torso firmly, letting out a sigh as you let his scent encase you completely.

“Hi baby,” you mumble against his shoulder, the bouquet you’re holding in your hands behind his back.

“Hi bubs,” he mutters as he presses a kiss to your forehead, before gently cradling your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Your grip only tightens around his torso as you gladly oblige to the kiss, exhaling deeply when he parts from you. A small smile rests on your face as you unwrap your arms from around his torso and show him the bouquet.

“I got you a little something,” you grin, showing him the fresh bouquet of daisies. He softly gasps at the sight and takes the bouquet from you.

“You got me flowers?” He asks, his eyes wide and a certain glint in them as he looks from you to the flowers.

“Yeah,” you smile, “do you like them?”

“I love them,” he whispers, moving the bouquet closer to him as he takes a sniff, the fresh herbal and grassy aroma of them filling up his nose. “But you didn’t have to, you know?” He says, smiling softly as he steps aside from the open door to make space for you to enter inside, following you.

“Why not?” You ask as you watch him walk to the kitchen as he gets a glass vase and starts to fill it with some water. “I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

He looks up from the daisies with a smile on his face, one which is genuine, one which is laced with happiness, one which is reserved only to show you how much he adores you.

“You’re the cutest you know that?” He says softly as he puts the flowers in the vase and makes his way to you, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. “Thank you, they are absolutely wonderful,”

You smile at him and press a soft kiss on his lips. “You are welcome baby,”

It’s safe to say that you surprised him with flowers a lot more often than just this one time, a different kind of flower each time, and his apartment always lights up with the clean aroma of flowers all the time, wafting around with the sweet memories of you.

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: With Drew's birthday on the horizon, Drew's daughter and wife wanted to do something special for him.

A/N: Happy Birthday to someone who absolutely makes butterflies in my stomach! Hope this day is amazing!

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November 4th. The day Josepth Andrew Starkey entered the world thirty years ago. Drew doesn’t like to do anything big for his birthdays. He prefers to spend the day with his family rather than partying in a crowded club with annoying drunks, but for this milestone birthday, his family had other ideas. His daughter wants to make a big deal out of her father’s birthday and has helped her pregnant mother plan a surprise party for him. This has been kept from the man up until the morning of his birthday. Y/N is up earlier than expected because of the tiny kicks the human growing in her uterus is giving her. Her rolling back into bed in a struggle pulls Drew from his dreams of his wife and daughter. “Is mini-me giving you a hard time again?” he whispers, bringing her back into his hold. She nods against his chest, “Yes, the little bugger seems to think my bladder is a kickstand.” Drew gives a small chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her stomach. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. You only have three more months,” he reassures, rubbing her belly to help soothe her. Her hand finds his, “It’s okay. It will all be worth it in the end. Happy Birthday, my love.”

She leans over her stomach and kisses him on the lips. He smiles in the kiss, “Thank you. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m thirty. I’m so old.” “No, you aren’t! You are young at heart, love. Just yesterday you were eating an Uncrustable and colouring in a book,” she giggles. The image of yesterday comes to his mind, “I was only doing that because Millie wanted me to do those things with her. Speaking of Millie, what time did you guys go to bed? I swear I felt like I heard you guys up pretty late last night.” In her tiredness and pregnancy fog, Y/N lets the secret slip out of her mouth. “She went to bed at twelve and I was in bed by four I think. I was going over everything for your surprise party so it took me some time because I kept getting hungry and needing to pee.” Her eyes rival the size of the moon when she realizes what she has done, her hand finding way over her mouth.

Drew chuckles as he processes the words and tries to end her endless apologies, “It’s okay, Sweetheart. You didn’t mean to. You were up late and have a lot on your mind.” “Right. Well, you have to act surprised at the party. Millie is so excited to surprise you; it would crush her if she knew I spoiled it,” Y/N warns, looking him directly in the eye to make sure her point is getting across. Drew gives her a nod, “Got it. I’ll be so surprised that it’s almost like I act for a living.” Y/N giggles at his joke and her smile grows at the pitter-patter of their three-year-old’s footsteps.

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Millie shooed her father out of the house right after lunch, sending him with a laundry list of things he needed to do before he got home. As he drove around doing the chores, his heart would warm every time he looked at the non-sensical scribbles that were his daughter's “writing”, which had a translation written by Y/N beside each scribble. Even if he didn’t know about the party, he knew he would gladly do these errands for his girls on his birthday because all he could ever want was to take care of them.

His hand meets his front door and he takes a second to get into character, almost like he is on set. The handle is pushed down to reveal a dark room, which is suddenly set alight with the screams of ‘surprise’ by his family and friends. He lets his shock show on his face, both hands covering the o-shape of his mouth. “Wow, this is amazing. Thank you guys so much,” he thanks the crowd, looking around for his girls. It isn’t long before Millie is running into her father’s arms. “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” she greets him, letting herself be picked up into the air by the older man. He gives her a massive grin, assaulting her cheek with multiple kisses and thanks. “Daddy, your moustache is tickling me,” she complains with joy in her voice. He pulls away, letting the hand not holding up his daughter adjust the dad hat on his head, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe Daddy should get rid of his moustache.”

“No! Mommy likes it. But Daddy… Were you surprised by my party?”

“Yes, I was, Baby. I was so surprised. I love it so much.”

She looks at him in disbelief, “You are lying! You weren’t surprised.” Drew doesn’t know how his acting doesn’t seem to fool his daughter. “No, I’m not. Daddy really was surprised by the party,” he promises, starting to bounce the girl, who is about to cry. “Okay, maybe Mommy accidentally told Daddy, but it’s okay. Daddy still doesn’t know what you have planned for me.” This causes the girl to pause her cries, “Can we have cake now? I want you to see the cake.” Wanting her smile to return to her face, he nods his head, booming to his party guest that it is time for cake. Nobody objects that the cake is being served before dinner or other party activities. Instead, they all gather around the kitchen table and begin to sing the famous song. “Happy Birthday dear Daddy! Happy Birthday to you.” Millie’s loud singing is the one mainly invading his senses. Maybe because of her proximity to him with her being on his lap or maybe because his focus is mainly on her. “Make a wish, Daddy,” she orders. He obeys, blowing on the candles in the form of a thirty.

“What did you wish for?” she questions. Her eyes bore into his with curiosity. He is about to tell her when Y/N speaks up, “If Daddy tells you, Millie, it won’t come true.” Drew shakes his head, smiling down at his daughter. “It’s okay, my wish is already coming true so it can’t hurt to tell. I wished for more happy days with you and Mommy and everyone else that I love.” The crowd awes at how adorable his words are. “And the baby?” Millie clarifies with concern that her father forgot her baby brother or sister. He nods, “And you baby sibling.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead, allowing her to help him with cutting the cake.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Room 206

TW: Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: He was the absolute LAST person you ever wanted to be alone with. And now you had to share a hotel room with him…

WORD COUNT: 2500

*Requested*

Room 206

You had been looking forward to this trip for months, ever since Madelyn invited you as her plus one. Having spent way too much on a swimsuit that covered way too little, you had packed it along with enough clothes to cover you well beyond the time in which you would be staying there. There was absolutely nothing that could ruin it. Not even if every day were filled with storms so cataclysmic that they kept you confined within your hotel room. Not a bad hangover, as you knew it would come to pass. Not even food poisoning or any other unforeseen ailment. At least, this had been your outlook until you saw him…

Drew Starkey.

To say he was the bane of your existence was not only an understatement but an insult to all other ‘banes’. And the reasons you felt this way were the same for him on a lengthy list of similar annoyances of such contradicting reasonsings. For example, you found him to be too intense and he found you to be too laid back and in the situations this would reverse, you would roll your eyes and he would scoff in vice versa. It made for awkward gatherings with your mutual friends that eventually learned it was better just to keep you two apart.

But even their damndest attempts would be in vain as you were forced to share a room due to a conflict having been overlooked through the producers.

“I’ll sleep on the roof even…” Drew spoke to the host behind the hotel desk.

“I”m sorry, Mister Starkey…there is nothing we can do-All the other rooms have been booked last minute…”

“I’ll pay double.” His eyes shot over to you, “Triple.” You scowled at his insult.

“Maybe we could get a cot?”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have any…But you are more than welcome to-” Before the man could offer an absolution, Drew stormed off with annoyance, taking his hotel key as you were left to apologize. To be honest, it was rare that Drew acted this way against anyone. At least anyone who wasn’t you. But that was just HOW much you got under his skin. You were able to alter his happy-go-lucky persona and kindness just by your presence-just by the thought of your presence, with the only relief coming in your absence. And now you were forced to spend an entire night together…

“You DO realize it isn’t their fault, right? You can stop being an ass for like-” The bathroom door slammed closed as you were left in isolation, peaceful but lonely, isolation.

You had waited over an hour before sorting through your suitcase for a change of clothes for the night as you wanted to get rest before the reshoots early that next morning. But you didn’t want that door to open at your back to allow him the sight of your naked body. So you waited. And waited. Until eventually the clothes began to almost burn with how desperate you were to get out of them. So you moved quickly, laying out your clothes before groaning when realizing you had nothing that covered what you needed it to as you were expecting your own room, your own balcony, and not HIS eyes following you.

But without a choice and knowing he would be due out of that bathroom at any given time, you chose to make quick work of it and throw yourself beneath the covers. But just before you were able to cover your body, that door opened to reveal him to you. Quickly, you turned to face him, the look of shock across his expression would be charming if not for the persona beneath it.

“Turn around!”

“Don’t flatter yourself, not like there’s anything to see.” You glared, your hands balling into fists as he caught the drop of your eyes to his own bare persona, the time spent in the bathroom having apparently consisted of a shower at some point as he now wore only a towel and the beads of water left behind as evidence.

“Control yourself, you wouldn’t even know what to do with me…But you might want to clean that up…” He said while motioning to the side of his mouth to imitate as if you were drooling as you turned with a glare.

“Not that I owe you a rebuttal, but just so you know, I have had no complaints-” He scoffed, folding his arms and flexing his muscles before offering a series of nods as he took a step further.

“Probably cause you never let ‘em talk…or maybe because they just lie to be done with it.”

“God, you are such an ass!”

“Just because you want to see mine, doesn’t mean-” You threw your shirt at him out of pure frustration before realizing you were now left almost entirely bare before him. With only panties around your hips and your arms covering your chest, his eyes were gluttonous.

He would adore you for a moment as you covered your breasts the best you could with one arm and held out the other as you signaled for the return of the fabric now at his feet. He would bend slowly, taking his time in tormenting you, before rising in allowing his eyes to move leisurely up your body, finding your glare to meet him.

“You done?”

He shrugged as you leaned forward, reaching for your shirt as he only pulled it tighter, forcing you to be thrust against him.

“You know what you need?”

“If you say you, I WILL throw up. Might make you more tolerable though-” He clenched his jaw for only a moment before looking down to you for a moment, fixating on your lips, before focusing back to your eyes.

“You need…” He began to walk you towards the bed, his strength incomparable as you looked in any direction but him before feeling your legs hit the comforter at your calves.

“To sleep…Definitely need your beauty sleep…but I don’t think there’s enough hours in-” You pushed him off of you, finally collecting your shirt, and covering yourself, before beneath the covers and drowning him out with your phone.

But every attempt made to forget he was present was useless as he went out of his way to annoy you. Even if the blankets and sheets were much larger than the entire length of the bed, he would pull more on his side, just to make you pull them back, the most annoyed of grunts making him smirk. Along with this, he would keep the lights of the room on, and with each attempt you made to make it dark, he would get right back up and keep them on. Eventually, you just set your headphones in your ears, put a pillow over your head, and tried to sleep while listening to your music.

After your playlist had reached its end, you turned in annoyance, but found him looking at photos of you, ones taken on the beach when you’d arrived with nothing more than a bikini and an overly large crochet covering. Once he noticed you were awake, he scoffed and threw the phone at his side as you glared at him.

“Are you perving on me?”

“I was looking at the background…There was this…weird…thing…Which says something if it can distract from you…” You glared before reaching for his phone for validation. But upon doing so, he would react faster, managing to pin you beneath him.

The second your eyes met, his knee present between your legs, and your breathing erratic by the sudden ambush, everything shifted. Every ounce of tension behind your mutual hatred was revealed to one another as you both reached for the other until your lips came into that collision. Bodies intertwined and fingers desperate in clutches against each other’s skin.

His fingers climbed to the back of your neck and the other beyond your waist and to the line of your silk shorts as he didn’t waste time in teasing.

“You hate me? Then why are you so fucking wet, huh?” To this, your hand moved to his cock, at attention beneath his boxers that he’d changed into once you tried to sleep.

“What about YOU?”

“I don’t need to like you to fuck you…” Your eyes narrowed as you fought from beneath him, hands pressed hard to his chest as he only straddled you and pinned your hands once again. Your eyes came into a roll as you couldn’t fight against him, no matter how hard you tried, and he basked in knowing this.

“But lucky for you…I don’t hate you…It’s what's so goddamn irritating.” Your eyes sharpened that much further. “What did I ever do to you?” You clenched your jaw and looked ot the side, trying to break free.

“Tell me…”

“What about YOU, huh?”

“You started this shit. I tried to be nice and-”

“And hit on every girl in front of me! I actually liked you to begin with, Drew! And you just flirted with absolutely everyone and brought girls to set all the time and it was so irritating because I-’ He silenced you with another kiss. This time, one that was softer, the kind you weren’t aware he was capable of, but always secretly wanted.

“I always thought JD was into you…the way you two were always close on and off set…And you have this way of being so entitled all the time…and so…So sexy and it-” You would now initiate this next kiss, fingers threading through his hair before you would be pulled higher and his straddle would alternate to a new intertwine of your legs.

“As annoying as it is, it’s always been you, Drew…” He smirked at this. “And believe me-I hate it…”

“But you don’t hate me?” He teased, drawing lines on your thigh before you shook your head following a moment’s hesitance.

“I want to.”

He licked his lips before kissing your chest, offering teasing kisses, before lowering still.

“Then let me give you a reason not to…” You were removed of your shorts and panties, with your own assistance, before he set your legs over his shoulders.

“I always knew this is what you needed…” Your fingers ran through his hair as he set a teasing kiss to your clit.

“And I’m expecting you to let me know that I’m doing a good job-” His brow cocked as he savored you completely, now allowing a single drop of you to be given to the sheets beneath until his fingers would join in the circuit. Figure eights with his tongue, he would pull you to your edge, your body in tremors as his hand reached to your breast, softly kneading your nipples into twists and turns as you writhed beneath him.

“Come for me…I want you to give me all that tension, baby…” You curved beneath him as his forearm kept you flat, a battle for this dominance lost as your body fell into itself in tremors of that orgasm he pulled so perfectly from your body.

“Drew…” You breathed his name with a timbre of disbelief.

“Told you, you couldn’t handle it.” To this, you were motivated, forcing him onto his back as you prepared yourself over his cock, stroking him once before taking him into your mouth.

“Oh shit! Oh yeah!” He belted in approval, his hand wrapping in your hair.

“God dammit! Slow down, I don’t wanna come-” You withdrew for a moment, just to meet his gaze.

“Can’t handle it?” He scoffed, tearing you upwards and over his lap before sinking you down onto him.

“DREW!”

“We’ll see who can’t take it…Let’s see how you take this!” He thrusted into you, fingers wrapped within your hair for dominance but at your hip for stability before you became lost beneath him. Your hatred, that tension, even the question of what would come next didn’t matter. The only thing you focused on were his thrusts and his fingers as they made their way to your clit.

“Like that, yeah?”

“Please don’t stop! Please!” You whimpered as he set you onto your back, pulling your legs to your chest before deciding this wasn’t enough. Offering only a few powerful thrusts, he now set you on all fours before pulling your hips to level with his own.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long!” He groaned as you nodded. “I want you in every goddamn position-” You nodded, “You feel so good-Shit!”

“Drew-I’m…”

“Gonna come again?” Your nails wrapped behind you and into his bare thigh.

“Come with me! Please!”

“Keep begging-God, I love hearing it!”

“Please Drew! Please! I’m so close!”

“Fuck.” He bit playfully into your shoulder before projecting himself unapologetically between your trembling thighs before collecting you up by your hair as your back was flush with him.

“You still hate me?”

“What happens if I say yes?” You teased as he pulled his fingers between your lips.

“Mmm…Looks like we’re gonna be late for reshoots then until I make sure I have all…” He began to move inside of you again, fighting his own overstimulation to prove his point, ‘of that tension…worked out…no matter how long it takes…”

“Then yes.” He bent you back forward, bringing you both to yet another orgasm before finally being spent at your side, his body relaxed and removed of all tension, similar to yours, before you would fall asleep with the best night’s rest you’d ever gotten.

The rest of the trip would be spent entertaining these flirtations and spending the nights learning each other’s kinks and desires, conversations of learning one another once these tension did find relinquishment.

“I think they got it wrong…” You spoke as you pulled the itemized bill to the room to view once moving to the direction of the prearranged car to take you to the airport.

“What do you mean? We did ask for a lot of extra whipped cream last night.” He teased as you blushed before shaking him off.

“No…they charged you for like…six rooms-” He cocked his jaw before stealing the paper. “That’s over a grand, Drew!”

“I’ll call them when we get back stateside-”

“We’re still here, we can just-” But he caught your arm and pulled you back to face him.

“I….may have booked the rest of the ehotel to make sure you didn’t have a room…And convinced everyone to not let you room with them…”

“So you planned this?”

“Well I didn’t know ALL of that was gonna happen, but I hoped…” You glared, trying to find a reason to be mad at him, but for the last two weeks of pure bliss, all you could do was feel touched.

“Hmm…Guess you don’t hate me then…”

“Not even a little bit…” He kissed your lips softly as you made your way out of Barbados, and with it, the conception of your relationship that would continue as you returned to the states, all behind room 206…

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Idyllic

18+ Minors DNI

Summary:

Warnings: Smut, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, cursing

Author’s Note:

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You were sure this was the beginning, middle and end of paradise. The sort of image you’d picture as a child when you thought of heaven on earth. Tumbling white sands, waves lapping gently at the edges of the bay, pristine blue skies and sun beating down to spill shadows over from the palm trees lining the path. There was nobody else here, too, in the little bay Drew had been told about from the people working at the little restaurant you’d been to the night before. It was quaint and silent and perfect. And even better now that you could say you were here with your husband. Husband.

The man in question is currently swimming back to you from where he’d been out in the sea, and you caught yourself peering over the top pages of your book as he gets to the shallower sea and starts to walk out of the water. The droplets were still clinging to his skin, curling around the growing tan and all of the spots where his freckles were now getting more prominent.

“Are you staring at me Mrs Starkey?” He narrows his eyes at you, dragging a hand over the buzzcut hair on his head.

You giggle lightly and look back down at your book, “I’m allowed to do that now, it’s my right as your wife.”

He looks at you for a moment as if he’s pondering your proposal before he says, “Yeah okay, I’ll take that.”

You push a dogear into the top corner of your page and set the book down on the table between the two sunloungers. They were the only two on the whole bay, sheltered from the sun by the cover of a large parasol between them. Drew picks up his towel from his lounger and runs it over his torso, shaking it through his hair.

“The water is gorgeous,” He comments, “You should come in.”

“I will do,” You nod, running your hands down the side of the lounger as you stretch out, “But it’s just so comfy here.”

He hums in response and you can practically see the cogs turning in his brain as he leans over you, one of his knees nudging it’s way onto your seat until he can push you inch by inch to the side of the seat. In the second that there is enough room, Drew drops himself down onto the lounger beside you, your bodies squeezing to fit next to each other properly in the space.

“Drew!” You squeal, “Get on your own one!”

You hit at his chest jokingly and he traps your hand there with his own, over the beat of his heart. He uses that hand to pull you close to him until one of your legs eventually turns you to rest between both of his and your head rests on his chest taking the place of where your hand has been, one that now wraps up towards his hair where you play with the short strands.

Drew closes his eyes and hums as if this is the most content he’s ever been, and you’re sure that it is. There was not an ounce of stress, nor worry, in him. He was on his honeymoon, with his wife, in paradise.

“Can we just stay here forever?” You mumble against him, the damp skin of his chest cooling against your head.

Drew chuckles and it rumbles in his chest against you, “You’re stupid if you think we’re ever leaving.”

You smile and press a kiss to his skin, snuggling yourself impossibly closer to him.

It had felt like the rest of the world ceased to exist when the two of you landed here, forgetting reality for the two weeks that your holiday would last. It had just been perfect. The wedding feeling like a fever dream that you were only just realising was reality every time you looked down at the ring on your finger. In your position, you move your left hand down until it connects with Drew’s and you lace your fingers with his, watching the way the hints of sun catch on the gold hand wrapped around his finger. He squeezes your hand back, once, twice, three times, the same way he had when you’d stood beside him at the altar.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” He says lazily, the words still forcing your heart to somersault in your chest as if the feeling would never be real, “My wife.”

You smile and feel the heat growing in your cheeks, “I know, we’re married, I’m a Starkey! That definitely doesn’t feel real.”

He laughs again and drags his other hand over the skin of your back, swirling in the patterns that would spill goosebumps over your skin in their absence. His hand dips low to the waistband of your bikini bottoms before rising high to where your top tied in a lazy knot at the back of your neck.

“You know we have to go back to the real world so soon,” You comment, hating to admit that moments like this would ever have to end.

“I know,” Drew says so simply, “Which means we’re one step closer to our forever home, with dogs, and a garden with a pool, and a porch where you can read and write, and a big kitchen where we can fail at cooking recipes I find online, and big rooms that we can decorate into nurseries.”

“Nurseries?” You repeat, failing at hiding the smile in your voice.

“Obviously,” Drew grins, “You think I’m marrying the love of my life and not wanting to be the father of her kids?”

You push yourself up onto your elbow so that you can look at him, one hand still resting on his chest softly swirling circles over the skin, “Have you thought about how many?”

He narrows his eyes like he’s thinking about it, “I’ve always thought I’d have a daughter first, and I know we’ve always agreed on a big family, but as long as they’re happy and healthy they can be anything, because they’ll be ours.”

You see it in that moment. Everything your younger self had ever wished for. The perfect love. And it’s caught in this exact second, in the way his hands hold you in place like they’re meant to be there, in the way his eyes are lost in yours like you’re the closest thing he’s seen to an angel on Earth. The way he’s yours.

“And we’d have to teach them how to swim, how to ride a bike, how to read,” You continue the plot, “We could pick out all of their little outfits, and we could bring them to set with you.”

He laughs, “Oh god everyone would love that, they wouldn’t let you leave.”

You laugh too, resting your chin high on his chest so that you can still look directly into those eyes, “Our own little family.”

Drew grins, the kind of grin that makes his eyes brighter and injects the dimples onto either side of his lips, “Ours.”

He lifts his head enough so that he can draw your face in to connect his lips with yours, soft with just enough tension for you feel him.

You turn your head back to the side and rest on his chest once again, as Drew brings his hand up from your back and into your hair, massaging your scalp slowly as you feel yourself start to drift to sleep under his hold. The rhythm of his chest rising and falling until it matches the beat of your heart.

~~~

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you wake up, to the feeling of Drew gently shaking your arm.

“I thought you’d want to watch the sunset,” He comments quietly, angling his head to look down at you as you start to blink your eyes open.

You look over at the sea, where the view of the sun dipping below the horizon was flooding the sky with an orangey hue that reflected against the water.

“It’s beautiful,” You mumble sleepily, snuggling into him and realising that there was now a blanket over the two of you, brushing against your shoulders.

“I thought you might get cold as the sun was going,” He explains, “And I didn’t want you to wake up cold.”

You smile at his gesture and lean up to press a kiss to his jaw.

“I don’t think this could be more perfect,” Drew says, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly like he wants to breathe in the moment.

You look up at him and push yourself up onto your elbow so that you can catch his lips. It is soft and gentle at first, but Drew brings up a hand to your jaw and holds you close to him, deepening the kiss. Your lips seem to move in rhythm with each other, his tongue pushing past yours as your noses bump. You grip onto his shoulder and the muscles flex under your hold as he pulls himself up to be undeniably closer to you.

As if it’s the easiest move ever, Drew places a hand on your back so that he can shift himself over you, one of his elbows holding his weight just next to your chest as he hovers above you, pulling away for only a second.

“Are there people around?” You say quietly, no more than a whisper as your eyes flick between both of his.

Drew looks over his shoulder and checks either side of the beach before turning his head back to you, “No, it’s just been us all day.”

You lean up just enough to reach a hand behind your neck, not once breaking eye contact with him as he watches you undo the knot behind your head, your bikini top falling down over your chest.

Drew watches you, practically mesmerised, “Are you sure?”

You nod and he wastes no time in untying the knot around your back and letting the top fall to the sand just beside your lounger. His other hand moves down to find the corner of the blanket, pulling it high over the two of you to wrap you in your own little bubble.

He wastes no time in moving down to your lips once again, kissing you with a newfound hunger beyond the delicate. His hand moves up to cup your breast, finger and thumb toying with the bud of your nipple. You moan against his lips and feel the way he smirks, still so proud of the effect he managed to have on you.

Drew drives his hips down into you, making you aware of the growing member pushing at the material of his swim shorts. You whimper at the contact and grip his shoulder tightly, your fingers digging just a little into the skin.

He moves a hand down your body and dips his fingers below the waistline of your bikini bottoms, stretching the elastic around his hand. His finger dip to your folds, already slick in your arousal, as he drags his digits along the length of your pussy. You feel the smirk of his lips, still proud of himself for the arousal he can bring you so quickly. Slowly, like desperate torture, his middle finger pushes through your folds and curls into the perfect angle, managing to reach what your own fingers never could. When he pulls it back out, he accompanies it with his ring finger too, his thumb dragging up to run circles around your clit.

“Drew, please,” You whimper, gripping onto him tighter as you arch your back up from the lounger, desperate to increase the contact between you, “I need you.”

“I don’t-“ He clears his throat, like he needs to snap back to reality in the moment, “I don’t have a condom.”

Drew whispers even when it is certain that only you can hear him.

You look at him and cup one hand around his jaw, “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” Drew frowns a little but he can’t help the way his lips curl up into a smile.

“Of course.”

He dips his head down to kiss you with the same passion he had reminded you of every day since the two of you had been together, a passion he had solidified when he kissed you at the altar.

His fingers work their way back inside of you smoothly and he picks up his rhythm to match the way your breaths seem to quicken underneath him. You move your hands down from his arms and work to push down the material of his swim shorts, tugging them as far down his thighs as you can reach. He laughs a little and moves back to hold his weight on his legs so that he can pull his shorts down the rest of the way, reaching out his hands to tug down the thin material of your own bottoms. The blanket falls over either side of his shoulders, dropping either side of you like a tent. Drew can see you now. The way your body curves and dips, how your hair spills down either side of your head down to the curves of your breasts.

“God you’re perfect,” He says it like it’s the most simple thing for him to confirm.

“Shut up and kiss me,” You return, grabbing his arm to pull him back down to you.

Drew laughs and drops himself back down, kissing you quickly and deeply and perfectly and like it’s the only thing he is sure he knows how to do. One hand is in your hair and the other one holds his weight at the side of your body, his hips driving into you as his dick pushes against your slit.

He feels the way you whimper at the contact and moves his hand down to his member to line it up against you. As he does, he presses his forehead to yours, his eyes boring down onto you like he has to make certain he can focus on you. Drew pushes into you slowly, inch by inch as your walls stretch to fit him, in the way they so perfectly did.

You wince and grip onto him tighter, your other hand twisting into the material of the blanket around the two of you.

“Good?” He whispers, his forehead pushing into yours with more pressure as he bottoms out against your hips.

“God yes,” You hiss, “Please.”

He steadies himself on his arms either side of you and pulls out of you desperately slowly, driving himself back in at the same agonising pace. His pattern never seems to falter away from exactly what you needed - desperate and rapid when both of you were burning with hunger, and yet slow and romantic when both of you wanted to savour every single second. Today was time for the latter.

Drew pushes himself in and out, slowly like he is drawing more and more of the arousal from you in every move he makes. You arch your back further into him and let the moans and whimpers tumble from your lips like a symphony for his ears only. He pockets every single one of them, igniting more and more of the desperation he felt to remember exactly how you felt around him in this moment.

There is only so long he can go before giving into both of your desires, driving into you faster with more certainty in his movements, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing under the blanket. Drew groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, like you were pulling him impossibly closer.

“Drew I’m-“

“Me too baby,” He nods, pressing his forehead against yours once again.

He draws one hand up and interlaces his fingers with yours, holding your locked hands high up over your head on the back of the lounger. In this angle, with your fingers folded over his knuckles, he catches sight of the glimmer of your wedding ring, the way the light disperses over the diamond. He’s sure he’s never seen a better sight, and he feels it in the way his dick twitches between your walls.

You moan and draw your back further up from the lounger, as your chest is flush against his. He grips your hand tighter as your high washes over you, your head pressing back into the seat as your eyes roll back, your legs trembling underneath him. He is quick to follow behind you, pressing fully into your walls as he releases with a groan, his forehead still against yours as his breaths fall out of rhythm.

He pulls in and out of you, once, twice, three times to carry you through your high before dropping his head against your shoulder.

You giggle and run your hand over the short hairs of his head, “We almost missed the sunset.”

Drew looks up at you and pokes one eye open, glancing over his shoulder as the sun is just about to drop fully below the horizon, “The end is always the best bit anyway.”

You smile and shuffle to the side on the lounger so that he can lay beside you, as Drew wriggles a hand beneath your back to wrap his arms around you. You rest your head on his chest, as his breaths slow down to their normal pace, his heart still slowing to a rest. The sky is almost fully dark now, and the stars will be visible in no time. Drew pulls the blanket high up over both of you and makes sure you’re covered, running a hand over your hair to smooth down the locks.

“I’m so happy you’re mine, Mrs Starkey.”

~~~

How long does it have to be before you start getting concerned? Like, really. How many days? Or is it weeks?

But you were never late. Like, never even more than a day late. And it had been six days since you had thought you were due.

Maybe it was silly to buy a test in the first place. You might not even be able to tell yet. How early could you tell with these things?

But it had been two weeks since your honeymoon, and you couldn’t explain why, but you’d had felt different. Good different? Maybe. But certainly different.

And so, here you found yourself, sat on the floor of the bathroom in the apartment you and Drew shared. A test lay waiting on the closed lid of the toilet seat and you had been staring at it for god knows how long, waiting for the timer on your phone to ring in and tell you to pick it up and look for a result. You’d splurged and bought one of the fancy ones because those were always more accurate, right?

Oh god. Your phone alarm had just rang, a sound that sent a chill down your spine.

And then it’s there, in the slight tremble of your hands is the stick, the word pregnant written over the tiny digital screen with the words 1-2 weeks underneath.

You’re sure in that moment your heart does a somersault, and you like to think that the little being inside of you does one too.

Drew comes home from work an hour later, and you’re stood at the door as soon as you hear his key in the lock.

“Jeez you scared the crap out of-“

“Look.”

You have the test gripped tightly in your hand and you stretch it out to him instantly, adamant that you couldn’t wait another second.

He drops his jacket to the floor, holding it in two hands that are now being overcome by the shaking of his body, “Are you-“

“I took two,” You say, “And then I went to the shop and bought four more, and they all say the same.”

“Pregnant.”

He looks up at you then, his eyes flooding with tears.

“We’re pregnant.”

The words ignite him instantly, and he closes the space between you and engulfs you in his arms, picking you up and spinning you around like he is sure nothing can be better than this exact moment. You feel it as his few tears spill onto your shoulder and he buries his head into your neck, breathing in the scent of you and letting it calm any sense of nerves he’d have ever had about becoming a father. He’d do it any day if he got to be a parent with you.

~~~

It’s a couple of weeks later when you’ve flown over to visit at Drew’s Mom’s house, the first time you’ve seen his family since getting back from your honeymoon. She’s made you enough food to feed you all twice, and you’re now all slumped across the couches nearing food comas. Drew comes over to where you’re sat at the side of one of the couches, and he sits himself down on the arm of the couch, letting you lean your head into him.

“Hey Mom,” He begins, taking your hand and squeezing it, “We brought you something back from our honeymoon.”

“Ooh you didn’t have to get me anything,” She grins, taking the small yellow bag from him.

Drew’s brother looks up from the couch and narrows his eyes, “You didn’t get me anything.”

Drew throws a pillow in his direction and he is quiet instantly.

Their Mom pulls the tissue paper from the top of the bag and freezes instantly, her hands already trembling as she pulls out the tiny baby vest you’d bought - with the words Nana’s Favorite scrawled along the wrong in grey lettering.

She looks up at you with the same tears in her eyes that her son had when you told him.

“This is-“ She begins but loses the words almost instantly.

“What do you say Mom? Ready to be a Grandma?”

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Back On Set

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Just a cute little short blurb of Love in Secret Y/N back on set the following year now Drew’s her boyfriend, and they can finally be public together.

A/N: I wrote this as a little surprise for @starkeyobx for her birthday today!! If you haven’t read Love in Secret yet, you can catch up here - but this is just cute Drew fluff so you can read as a standalone too 😊

Warnings: None, just cuteness. Hints at sex.

You and Drew had been dating for over a year now, things better than ever and you were so glad to finally be back with him in Charleston - and on the set where you fell in love. You had managed to bag yourself a job again, and with your experience from last year, you made it up to a senior level runner.

You insisted on no special treatment just because you were Drew’s girlfriend. The others respected that, but there was a slight jealousy from some of the newer girls who didn’t quite know how anyone - let alone you - could have bagged such a beautiful man. You felt the same sometimes too, still no idea why he chose you. But you were grateful every day that he had done.

It was the same for him. He had no idea why you wanted to be with him. And it was something he told you every day, showering you with love and affection and promising you he'd always be there for you. There was the long distance (he’d not long got back from a three month shoot in Europe where you’d only seen him twice for a handful of days at a time) and all this speculation surrounding your relationship, some of it not nice either. But you would do and give anything to be by his side.

On set, you were working as Chase’s assistant today. You had made it very clear you didn’t have to be Drew’s runner (as much as he wanted it) - and would happily take on any job you were given. Chase had become one of your best friends and you and Drew would regularly FaceTime him when you were both back in LA and Chase was half way across the country. Chase even came to visit you and keep you company whilst Drew was in Europe. You were grateful to have made such a good friend in Chase too. You felt so lucky to have such wonderful people around you.

It almost felt a little weird being so open on set - having kept your relationship such a secret before. So when Drew came behind you and wrapped his arms around you, you paused for a moment before spinning around to lean in for a kiss. Last year, you would have died for this feeling, now you got it almost every day. What a change and turnaround life had been since you went public.

Drew was on set today; some dramatic fight scene between John B and Rafe. You had only seen Drew play Rafe in a handful of scenes last year and you really loved seeing how he transformed from his sweet kind self to well, Rafe Cameron. You couldn’t believe how different they were, even now. It was just homage to how good an actor he was. And he was incredible.

“Hey beautiful, how’s your day going?” Drew asked, his hands placed on your waist as he pulled you in for another gentle kiss. He pressed his lips on your head, smiling into your hair as he peppered kisses all over your head, you batting him away laughing as he did.

"Enough, enough, I don't want to be that couple," you joked back, as he continued to pepper kisses over your head again, making you laugh. "Anyway, I'm good thank you, how are you?"

“It's tough today,” he mumbled. He had been dreading today. There were so many stunts to do - and Drew wanted to do them all, except for the one where he pushes John B over, so the stunt doubles would swap in for that one. “Jonas says you can come watch me for a bit though,” he said, as you began to protest, insisting on no special treatment, “Pleaseeee.”

“You’re so whiny,” you teased, “but yes c’mon, let’s see what you’ve got.” You walked ahead of him, pulling him behind you, your hands still connected. He tapped your bum as you walked, making you turn your head to look back at him and jokingly scold him.

Now on the main set, Drew brought you over near the cameras so you weren’t in shot and moved his chair for you to sit in - his, of course, read ‘Starkey’.

“Your surname soon,” he teased, taking his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of you sat on his chair from behind. You had looked over your shoulder right at the right moment, him capturing the perfect candid moment. He loved the photo so much, it was instantly uploaded to his Instagram account. “My girl @yourusername,” he captioned it alongside a heart eye emoji.

When the notification popped up on your phone, you found yourself smiling widely. Even after all this time - you were a regular staple on his Instagram now - you still blushed when he showed you off to the world.

“Drew let’s go please,” Jonas said, patting him on the back. He nodded, handing you his phone for safekeeping and giving you one more kiss before he headed onto the set nearby. He was stopped by your arm as you held onto him, pulling him down for one last kiss.

��Ok sorry I’m done now,” you said, pushing him lightly towards set, a smile on your face as you let him go to have his make up fixed before he stepped in front of the camera.

“Let’s block it first please,” you heard one of the crew say, Drew and Chase both grabbing their scripts for prompting if they needed. You watched in excitement, so pleased to see him doing what he loved. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched him transform from the man you knew - and loved - to a completely different person.

“Look who we’ve got here,” he said as Rafe, an angry look on his face as he sneered at his on-screen rival, “You think a dirty Pogue like you can steal the gold from right under our noses? I don't know why my sister would be interested in someone like you."

Chase - as John B - scowled at Drew, his anger boiling over too as he launched in to punch him and start off the fight scene - and you were so taken by your boyfriend as you watched and waited for Rafe to land his punch.

It was the way his mannerisms changed, even the way he held his hands was different; there was almost a stiffness in his body when he was Rafe but as soon as they called for a pause, his shoulders dropped and his body relaxed and he became Drew again.

“Give us two minutes please guys, camera’s playing up,” one of the lead crew said, the two of them nodding as they headed back off set. Drew made his way straight to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You two,” Chase said, laughing as he went to chat to one of the other people on set. You just looked at Drew and blushed, smiling at him as he leant in for a kiss. Another one. If you were watching, you would have probably found it super annoying - but hey, you were happy and in love and you wanted to show it off.

“Can I confess something to you?” a blush forming on your cheeks as Drew leant in to you, “But come closer, only for you to hear.” You leant in so you could whisper in his ear, your lips brushing him there for a brief moment.

“I think you look really sexy as Rafe.” He pulled back from you, raising his eyebrows at you as a smile formed on his lips at your comment.

“Oh really? Maybe I can take this outfit home then,” he said, pulling on the white shirt he was wearing and making you smile even wider, a glint in your eye.

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