we all kmow drew loves to read and staying in, let’s make Dad!Drew staying in for the weekend and read to his 2 yo daughter and everything (hanging out, taking cute pics, doing her hair, play house) while reader going out with her friends and she felt a little guilty but he assured her that he loves spending time with their baby, so she should stop worrying.
Me And My Lady
Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader
Warnings: Suggestion of Sex At The End
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.7K
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“You be Ken, Daddy, and I be Chelsea,” Elizabeth orders, handing her father the doll. Most kids are obsessed with the titular character of Barbibe; however, Drew’s daughter loves her Chelsea doll with a passion. He takes it without hesitation, “'Cause I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten. Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?” The singing goes over his daughter’s head and she begins the dialogue of the game. He isn’t too sure what exactly is going on; only catching every other word. He does hear cheating and divorce though, so he makes a mental note to ask Y/N if she has been watching Real Housewives with their daughter again.
Around half an hour later, the young girl complains about being hungry, so the two of them get to cook dinner. He watches as the small hand grips the spatula and waves it back and forward, spreading tomato sauce over the lasagna slices. She accidentally yanks the utensil upward, which causes a splash of red to land on her nose. Drew laughs and Elizabeth goes crossed eyes to try to see what he is laughing at. This makes him laugh even harder and she joins in on the cheery mood. He takes the phone out, letting her put some sauce on his nose and angling the camera at both of them. They make a funny face and he takes multiple pictures. After their small photo shoot, the two of them finish making the lasagna and eat up their reward for their effort. He checks the time to see that it is the little one’s bedtime soon. “It’s bath time,” he announces. Excitement crosses her face because she loves being in the water. He helps her out of the chair and chuckles when she rushes to the bathroom. “Come on, Daddy,” she beckons from the other room. He jogs after her to find her sorting through her toys already, trying to figure out which one she wants to play with. The one thing she hates about bathtime is the three toys limit.
He steps over the toys and plugs the drain so the tub will fill when he turns the tap on. As the water begins to occupy the hollow porcelain, Drew turns to his daughter and opens the cabinet beside the bath. “Do you want bubbles and what bath bomb do you want?” he questions. She looks up from her toys and examines the choices, “Can I use one of Mommy’s?” The cabinet is filled with bubbles for both Y/N and Elizabeth, but the bath bombs are divided between the two of them. Elizabeth’s are colourful and shaped in different forms, such as cats, unicorns, or dogs, while Y/N’s are more focused on the scents so they are less colourful and just round. Knowing his wife wouldn’t mind sharing, he nods. “Bubbles, please, and that one,” she answers, pointing to the light pink bath bomb that smells of roses. Drew grabs both of the chosen items, “Those are fine choices, My Lady.” Elizabeth giggles at the funny accent he uses and accepts the round object he hands her, dropping it into the tub when he instructs her to.
Once the bubbles are in and the water is at an appropriate height, he helps her undress and sets her into the tub. He hands her the duck, the mermaid, and the boat she chose to play with, accepting the mermaid she gave him. “And we can swim all night together,” she recounts. The duck slaps against the water under the grip of the daughter. The force produces a large splash that hits her father in the face. His face scrunches as the water makes contact and drips to his neck. “Hahaha,” she yells. Drew fakes an angry look, “Grrr. You think that’s funny, Little Lady?” He dips his hand in the water and flicks some at his daughter. Her giggles intensify and she tries to get away from the attack. The warmth soon leaves her, creating a shiver in her. Upon seeing this, the father grabs the ducky hood towel from the hook and takes her out of the tub. He wraps it around her and runs his hands up and down her arms to create some heat. The floor is soaked because of their playing, so he takes a second to dry it with the floor towel.
With the floor clean, he carries her to her room and they get her changed into her pyjamas. He runs the towel over her hair to get out as much moisture as he can. He takes the brush she hands him and runs it through her hair to get rid of the knots created in the bath. “Do we want one braid or two?” he confirms. She hmms for a little, “Two Fwench braids, please.” He divides her hair into two and then separates one of the sections into three. He begins weaving the strands together like his wife taught him and sings with his daughter whilst she waits for him to finish.
“There you go, My Lady. Why don’t you go choose a bedtime story?” he encourages, watching her run to her bookcase. She spends about a minute looking at her options before choosing a book he knows she is going to pick because it has been her choice for a few nights now. She patters back to him and he helps her onto her big girl bed. Her head rests against his shoulder. He pretends he doesn’t see her thumb in her mouth even though Y/N would kill him for not stopping it. He thumbs through the book to find where they stopped last night and clears his throat to start reading. “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” The English major side of him loves that his daughter likes to read Shakespeare. He is sure she doesn’t understand anything he reads, yet he knows she enjoys it because she is always so attentive and she’ll ask what certain words will mean. Drew looks past the inappropriate subject matter of Hamlet for the two-year-old because it feels like a bonding experience for him. It is one of the reasons why he isn’t angry at Y/N for watching Real Housewives with Elizabeth.
Ten minutes later, he fills her head relax as it digs into his muscles. He closes the book and kisses her forehead. His hand raises the blanket to her chin, turning on the night light. “I love you, My Lady,” he whispers.
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Drew is reading through Othello because he thinks it is what he and Elizabeth should read after Hamlet. She’ll like the witches’ scene. He hears the front door open and close. He shuts the book, placing it on the side table as his wife walks through the bedroom door. “Hey, did she go down to sleep okay?” she mumbles. Her back is facing him whilst she takes off her jewellery and places them on her vanity. His head bobs and he gets behind her. He hands her a makeup wipe, resting his chin on her shoulder. He observes her nighttime routine through the mirror. His lips press against her skin, “Yep, everything went by smoothly. We are almost done with Act Three for Hamlet. I’m thinking about reading Othello with her next. How was the club?” She hesitates about answering. Y/N honestly had an amazing time tonight. It felt so great not having to worry about another human being for an evening. She loves Elizabeth, except being a mom can create a lot of pressure. Even though the night was a success, guilt overcomes her when she meets her husband’s eyes in the mirror. Drew hasn’t gone out at night with friends since he got back from work and she has been out three times. “It was fine,” she plays off, wiping her makeup off with the wipes he provided for her.
His brow arches at her tone, “Really, only fine? I saw Layton’s story. You looked like you were having a blast.” Her eyes fall to the vanity. “It must have been a trick of the light,” she shrugs. She goes for another wipe, except veiny hands stop her. He takes her hand in his and spins her so they face each other. Warm hands cup her cheek. “What’s wrong, My Queen? Why so glum?” he worries, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.
Her breath tickles his skin as she exhales, “Do you hate that I make you stay at home with Elizabeth when I go out?” His head shakes like an earthquake and he brings her in for a hug. He can feel the guilt oozing out of her. “No, of course not. I love Elizabeth. Why would I hate it?”
“I’m not saying that you hate her. I just wonder if you resent me for going out with the girls, which means you have sole parent duties for a night. You haven’t had a night out since she was born. I mean you go out, but never by yourself so that I have sole parent duties.”
“You have sole duties when I work.”
“That’s different though. Just because you love your job doesn’t mean it is a personal outing for pleasure.”
“True.”
She looks back at him with a pout, his last words intensifying her emotions. “Please don’t feel bad about this. I may not go out anymore, but I never used to go out that much before anyways, right?” he reminds her. She thinks about it, realizing that it is true. Whenever he went out, it was always with her by his side. She meets his gaze, “You are saying that to make me feel better.” His head moves from side to side. “No. I love having nights with me and My Lady. I mean they are perfect when it is me, My Lady, and My Queen, but if I can give you a much-needed break, then I am more than happy to help you with that. If anything, Elizabeth is my excuse to stay in.” A grin starts to grow on his face when he sees the tips of her lips flip upwards. “Well, I’m glad I made you the perfect excuse,” she jokes. His laugh joins her lightened mood, “You made me the best excuse. Maybe we should start working on another one. You know, to solidify our excuse.” His eyebrows waggle and she pulls him into a kiss with a smirk. Their giggles mix in the air as he locks their bedroom door and she flops onto their bed.
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Honestly, Danny doesn't know how he gets into these situations. It's probably the fault of a deity or an Ancient or someone. It's most definitely Clockwork's fault.
Going on that mission with Constantine sounded like a good idea at the time, and Raven was going to be there! She's the best impulse control on the team. He realizes he should've clarified why Raven was going with them. Evidently, it was not to help or be impulse control for the Ghost King and the Alcoholic Soul Whore. (Don't tell Constantine that's his nickname) Raven was going along because she had business at Titan Tower. It should've been obvious, but Danny is not the most observant.
Either way, he was wrong. He thought going on this mission with John - there was a demon running around an apartment building and people were, apparently, quite upset about that - would deter the Justice League from hounding him like roaches. He was right about that, but also very wrong because the proteges took the opportunity to sniff him out like the bloodhounds they are. Unsurprisingly, Red Robin was at the head of the charge.
Raven, the traitor, sat back and laughed at him. She wasn't laughing, but it was obvious that she found his misery amusing.
Anyway, this lead to a citywide hunt for Danny. Anytime he spotted even a hint of any of the Titans chasing him, he was gone. He couldn't stray too far from Constantine, though, and Beast Boy had a nose like a damn elephant.
The chase lasted a solid three hours before he had to let them catch him, if only so that he could tell them to leave him alone because he's there on official JLD business. Not like that would actually work, but he had hope. Unfortunately, he forgot that Red Robin is Bat Trained.
Danny took a second for himself before the Titans caught up with him. Was this really better than Deadman harassing him about his first time in Gotham? No, it wasn't. It wasn't any worse, either, and he didn't know how to feel about that.
"Are you finally done running?" Red Robin asked, landing in a crouch in front of him.
Danny folded his legs to sit criss-cross in the air as the rest of the kids that had been chasing him joined RR. "You make it sound like I'm a criminal."
"You ran like one," Beast Boy pointed out. Fair, but rude. "And, dude, I don't know if you know this, but you smell horrible."
Danny placed a hand on his chest with a dramatic gasp. "How dare you! I took a shower just last week!"
Raven was now unamused.
Superboy gagged a bit. "He's right," A small shudder. "I couldn't smell it before, but I can now that you're so close to me."
He sighed with equal dramatics as his gasp. "I guess I can never get rid of the smell, even after all this time."
Wonder Girl tilted her head to the side slightly. "Oh? And what smell would that be?"
"The smell of death," John Constantine, ever a man of impeccable timing, turned onto the side street to join them. He largely ignored the kids in favor of the ghost child who isn't actually a child but no one listens to him when he explains that so he's probably going to stop trying. "It lingers. C'mon, kid, we've got a demon to exorcise."
Danny huffed like a petulant child, "Still not a kid!"
Constantine continued walking away. "Still don't care."
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Who's the nosiest of the Shepherd captains/higherups? Talking to our nosy recruits is so funny lol it made me wonder if the superiors are any better!
Ooh, great question! Let me think...
Nosy -> Least nosy
Chase: absolutely no secrets or sense of boundaries when it comes to silly stuff. He is perfectly comfortable letting himself into your room and perusing your bookshelf for secrets/porn before letting himself out again. If he senses that you are hiding some juicy sliver of gossip from him (of the "I went on a date but I don't want anyone to know" or "I got drunk and made out with someone at the party" variety) he will hound you RELENTLESSLY and will drive you absolutely crazy because he won't let it go. He does, however, not apply his nosiness to matters that he senses are actually important or very personal, like if you don't want to talk about your past or something like that!
Briony: extremely nosy and meddling, but tries not to be really obvious about it. She knows everything about everybody (partially because people either tell her things or talk about things around her), and everybody's life is of great concern to her! She wants everyone to be happy and well taken care of, so when she hears people exchanging little bits of gossip, her ears perk up and she'll be like intently listening to make sure all is well! It's not like a "I take pleasure in other people's drama" thing, it's like monitoring everyone's social situation and noticing so-and-so looks a little down and wondering why... but she is totally the type to secretly trail someone on a date just to make sure it's going well, so yeah, extremely nosy 😅
Lavinet: extremely nosy, and hers is often a "I take pleasure in other people's drama" thing. Part and parcel of being a noble! However, she's quite subtle in her nosiness and very sly and discreet about obtaining information, and she often doesn't act on it, unlike Briony, so she doesn't seem that nosy on the surface because she often doesn't give an outward reaction when she hears something juicy! She also usually doesn't spread stuff around unless it's for a purpose, or she's having a girl's chat with someone like Briony or Clara!
Trouble: extremely nosy and meddling about certain things, but often not socially aware enough to know that there's something to be nosy about. It's like if Chase or Briony notice that someone's acting embarrassed or awkward about something (like 'hmm they changed the subject of their love life awfully fast... 👀'), Trouble won't typically notice, especially when it comes to people he doesn't know very well; but once he does figure out that something's going on (MC is acting suspicious and sneaking around, Shery was spotted looking depressed in the courtyard, etc.), he becomes very meddling and relentless because he cares and usually won't let it go until he can determine how he can help. (Romanced!Blade gets the brunt of this, because Trouble is extremely meddlesome and won't stfu about it once he figures out that Blade has a crush. Peak nosiness.) However, this only applies to his friends, and he could not give two shits about gossip involving strangers/acquaintances, even if someone is shaking him like "Don't you understand?? this means they're having a secret threesome!!" Trouble: "😑 good for them i guess?"
Shery: she is quite nosy in that she's definitely comfortable with lurking in the background eavesdropping on conversations like 👀, but she never does anything with this information other than silently absorb it! She never acts on it or spreads it around, she just likes to know stuff lol! She loves to lend an ear or a shoulder to people who want to vent or talk about their worries, but will never pry or push someone for information that they're not offering freely, and finds violations of privacy embarrassing and shocking, so she's not really "nosy" in so much as very interested in the things going on around her, especially in a social sense!
Ayla: she's a little bit nosy but tries reallllllly hard to pretend she isn't. It'll be like someone will be chatting her ear off about how so-and-so is moonlighting as an erotica writer and she'll be like "omg how do you even know that, you shouldn't believe everything you hear, those recruits spread the dumbest rumors 🙄" but then if you stop she'll be like "...well finish your story, what happened next??" She'll usually forget the entire conversation as soon as it's over, but while it's happening, she's a little bit nosy and definitely very engrossed 😆
Riel: he's not so much nosy as he is controlling, he'll never ask you about your personal life (in a gossip sense, things like love life or office drama) unless it's out of politeness or he senses that you want him to, but if he senses that you're hiding something or have run into some sort of worry, he'll spear you with a narrow look and kind of pry it out of you and will usually step in to meddle if he deems it worthy of his attention... So not really nosy, exactly, but a little bit meddlesome when he feels inclined to be!
Red: he's not nosy at all and in fact would prefer to be left out of people's drama/gossip (he's the one who sort of laughs nervously and goes "maybe we shouldn't be talking about this, I'm sure X wouldn't want their dirty laundry aired out like this" while everyone else is deeply engrossed in talking about how Recruit A is cheating on Recruit B with Recruit B's twin brother!! and then everyone tells him to shut up), but the problem is that drama always follows him. He has the sort of aura where people will invite him out to lunch and spill all of their problems/secrets out to him and come to him seeking his advice or his insight or just to have him listen sympathetically... he always accepts but secretly he's like nooo i just wanted to be left alone to work today 🥹 He's probably the most well-informed person out of the group because so many people just unload all of their own secrets and gossip onto him, but he's also the person who doesn't want to know any of that and didn't ask for any of it lol unless it's a genuine problem that a friend needs real advice for!
Blade: he's not nosy in the least and could be beyond disinterested in people's personal lives (again, stuff like their drama and dumb gossip stuff), but considers it his job to be well-informed, so he often knows about that stuff anyway even though he'd be the last person you'd ever think to report gossip to 😅 He just somehow knows a lot of stuff, some of it through personal observation and inference or through indirect hearsay! But he usually doesn't register or absorb any of it unless someone directly asks him, hey, do you think it's true that X is moonlighting as a Y? and then he can conjure up some data that he unconsciously filed away as potential evidence... but again, usually very disinterested in that sort of thing, even when it directly involves friends!
Tallys: she's the least nosy of the bunch, not least of which because the Elves traditionally consider it extremely rude to pry into people's lives, to the point where even direct questions are considered ill-mannered in certain contexts, because they're thought to demand answers from the other party. Things like "How are you?" are fine, but questions like "Where did you grow up?" are not okay (at least among Elven adults) because it doesn't leave room for the other party to decline to answer in a respectful way if they don't want to. So you will never catch her on the prowl for hot and juicy goss about other people, though she'll willingly listen and advise if you approach her and want to talk about it with her freely!
Halek: my guy's living in a Haagen Daze and barely knows the name of anybody outside of his direct social circle lol. He is unshockable, you could tell him you saw Riel's assistant Aerin dress up like a dog and get on all fours to bark at the ahfuri in the middle of the night and he'd be like, "...Who?" Gossip and drama just bounces off of his prefrontal cortex for some reason, you just can't get him to care about it unless it's disparaging one of his friends!
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