#drew x reader

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → Drew Starkey x reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → Drew takes you to the 2026 FIFA World Cup quarterfinal between England and Norway but maybe it wasn't a good idea

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ → none

ᴀ/ɴ→ It’s 7 a.m. here; I watched the England vs. Norway match, as well as the Argentina vs. Switzerland game, which aired here at 3 a.m. I’m currently sitting here with a toothache and can’t sleep, so I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what do you think.

Edit; With every work I write, I try out a new writing style—one that will finally suit me. When will that day come?

Feel free to disregard if this is not a fic you envision yourself writing BTW!! Love all your works regardless

somewhere between here and there

friends to lovers!drew starkey x reader

content warnings: slow burn, you're an accountant :)

w/c: 4.6K

a/n: this might feel self indulgent bc i work in accounting BUT this was lovely to receive bc it reminded me of my series "the morning after cafe", anywho i truly hope you like it, nonnie! and that officially wraps up my one-year celebration! :D

in part of my one year celebration!

The music at the party was loud enough to vibrate through the soles of your shoes, a steady, thumping bass that felt more like a physical force that vibrated deep in your chest. The air in the apartment, crowded by almost anyone and everyone your socialite of a friend knew, was thick with the competing scents of cheap cologne, spilled beer, and the inevitable humidity of too many bodies packed into one place, masking everyone’s underlying dread that they could only live now before they got back to their routines that were more depressing than not.

It was the exact type of environment that usually would have had you checking your watch and calculating how early you could pull your signature Irish goodbye without being rude or offending your friend, Lana, who was hosting the party. But then, you bumped into him by the kitchen island, sticky with spilled mixed drinks and illuminated by the harsh glow of an overhead fluorescent bulb.

“Oh, sorry!" A soft-spoken, slightly raspy voice murmured. You turned around to find yourself facing a guy with a slightly crooked baseball cap and a warm, immediate grin, glancing down at the red cup in his hand. "Was tryin' really hard not to spill whatever this is."

You looked at the murky liquid. “Yeah, I can’t blame you. It looks radioactive.” 

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. "Yeah, I wasn't gonna say it, but... I don't think anyone knows what's actually in here."

Warnings: fluff, angst and a little trauma

masterlist

You were in the bathroom stall of the main campus hall, hands slightly trembling as they hovered over your little makeup pouch. The soft hum of fluorescent lights above barely drowned out the flutter of nerves in your chest.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Pink gloss, light blush, mascara curled just right... But you were so nervous because it's your first ever panel.

Your outfit was carefully chosen: your version of “serious academic” but still cute, still you. A flowy white blouse with little bows on the sleeves, high-waisted soft pink trousers, and your favorite sparkly heels that clicked gently as you walked.

A name tag clung to your chest with Y/n printed in serif font. Underneath it: “Guest Speaker: Feminine Aesthetics in Academia.”

You let out a long breath, adjusting your bow-shaped earrings, giving yourself a tiny pep talk. “You’ve got this... You’re soft, not small. You’re pink, not weak. You’ve got this, baby.” you whispered softly.

You texted Drew earlier in the day to tell him not to stress about the panel, that you’d be fine, that you knew he had filming. You even added:

You:

“Imagine me up there waving my glitter wand of knowledge 💅✨”

“Okay maybe not a wand. Just nerves.”

Drew💙:

“You’re gonna slay baby. I wanna see that room STUNNED. I’m proud of you, always 💗.”

***

The panel room was bigger than you thought... Rows of students and faculty filled the seats, buzzing with chatter. You stood at backstage, watching other panelists chat amongst themselves: two PhD candidates and a visiting author.

Your heart thudded... Why were your hands cold?

You peeked through the curtain again and that’s when you noticed it.

The last row, off to the side...

A black hoodie, familiar posture, long legs stretched and arms crossed.

“There's no way it's Drew” you said to yourself, but you blinked again to check if you were imagining things... But no, it was really Drew.

He was sitting low in the seat, hoodie over his head like he was trying to be subtle, which didn’t help that much, because some students were already whispering about “that guy from OBX in the back???”

His eyes, somehow, met yours and they shined.

Not just like "oh she’s my girl" shiny. No, they gleamed with a kind of fierce, awestruck pride. Like he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to know you, like you were about to change the world and he had a front-row pass to witness it.

You just smiled and your hands weren’t cold anymore.

Your name was introduced through the auditorium speakers and there were a round of applause.

You walked up with a polite smile, sat down with the other speakers, and tried to breathe as the moderator asked the first question: “What inspired you to write about feminine aesthetics and academic legitimacy?”

You had a microphone in hand, your voice trembled, but you spoke. "I think… when you're a girl who loves soft things like the color pink, glitter, bows, romance and that stuff, you get used to being underestimated, you learn to shrink yourself so you're taken seriously. But I wanted to write something that didn’t shrink... That was loud in its softness.”

You made a little pause and continued. “I wanted to say: there is room for intelligence and sparkle, room for vulnerability and power. For me, it wasn't about rebellion, it was about recognition. Of myself, of people like me."

The room was still for a second, some students were already pulling out their phones to tweet quotes.

You couldn’t stop smiling, you snuck a glance to the back row and Drew’s elbow was propped up on the armrest, fingers grazing his lips, eyes never leaving you. He mouthed: “That’s my girl.” you just blushed.

***

After the applause. After the handshakes and polite congratulations. You made your way through a sea of “you were amazing” and “I’ve never thought about academia like that.” in the lobby.

And then he was there, his back leaned casually against the hallway wall, hoodie off now, just in a soft charcoal tee and jeans. Understated, but those eyes were anything but subtle.

You ran to him without even thinking and he caught you, arms wrapping tight around your waist as you buried your face in his chest.

“You came.” you spoke muffled against him.

He chuckled softly. “Of course I came, honey. Are you kidding? I got chills when you said “intelligence and sparkle.”

You giggled, pulling back to look at him.

“You know you made, like, half the room fall in love with you up there, right?” he said teasing you playfully.

You smiled shyly. “Only need one pair of eyes, remember?”

He bent down, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then right on your nose.

“You’re brilliant and brave. You lit that room up, baby.” he murmured softly.

You held his hands, swaying with him slightly in the emptying hallway, students and professors still chatting in the background.

“I was scared. But then I saw you.” you said quietly.

He cupped you jaw gently. “And now they all saw you too, just like I do.”

***

Back home, you're wrapped in a blanket on the couch, Drew sat behind you, your back pressed to his chest, his arms snug around you while you scrolled through Tweets and DMs together.

You read one aloud. “‘I’ve never felt represented until I heard her speak. Gonna wear bows to my next seminar in her honor.’” you gasped. “STOP! That’s so cute.”

He kissed your shoulder. “You’re starting a bow revolution.”

“And you’re my emotional support himbo.”

“Gladly.” he laughs while he tightened his arms around you. “Next time you talk, I’m bringing a sign. “That’s my baby.” In those big sparkly letters, you can’t stop me.”

You laughed so hard you snorted. “Please don’t. Actually wait... glitter letters?”

“Only the finest.” he said with a mock serious face.

He was brushing his fingers through your hair slowly, lazily. Like he never wanted this moment to end.

A soft acoustic playlist hummed in the background, but it was mostly the silence between you that felt loud in the best way. Peaceful, heavy with meaning.

You let out a soft sigh. “You went too quiet... What are you thinking?”

Drew didn’t speak for a second and then he shifted. With a shy little smirk, he reached toward the coffee table and pulled out a small, beat-up notepad. One of those pocket-sized things he always kept in his jacket or the glove box of the car. He tapped it against his palm.

“I… kinda wrote a bunch of stuff down while you were speaking today.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, really?”

He chuckled sheepishly, flipping through the pages.

“I was gonna wait to show you, but… you looked so proud and happy. And I was just... sitting there, heart completely wrecked and I needed to write it all somewhere.”

You blinked fast, heart thudding a little. “Read them to me? Please?” you asked softly.

Drew looked at you, searching your face as if to make sure. When you gave a tiny nod, he exhaled, opened the notebook, and began reading.

"She walked onto that stage like the room was made for her, but I know she still thinks she has to earn it. She doesn’t, she is the room."

You blinked hard, lips parted.

He flipped the page, fingers trembling just a bit.

"She speaks in paragraphs wrapped in pink silk. Every word is soft, but sharp, like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. God, I love her."

You buried your face into a throw pillow, groaning bashfully. “Dreeeew! That’s so sweet I could melt, stopppp.” you said.

He grinned. “I’m not done.”

He flipped another page and read slowly this time. "There are girls who dream out loud and girls who shrink into the corners of rooms wanting to be invisible. She used to be the second one, I think. Now she builds the room. With pink walls, velvet courage, and glitter in her eyes."

You looked up at him, eyes suddenly glassy. “I love you.” you whispered softly.

He met your gaze, steady, deep and worshipful. “I love you more.”

He flipped to the last page, hesitating just for a second.

He read gently. "One day someone’s gonna study the way she made intelligence look like a fairytale. And maybe they’ll understand that softness was her superpower all along."

You were silent, just breathing. One hand covering your heart.

Then you leaned into him, crawling into his lap fully, straddling him slowly as your arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped the notebook immediately and caught you like he always did, like you were weightless and safe and entirely his.

You spoke with a thick voice, a little tearfully. “How do you always know the exact words?”

He whispered against your hair. “Because you live in my head, you never leave. You're every word I wanna write, every poem I don't say out loud.”

He kissed your cheek, then the tip of your nose, then, gently, your lips.

You melted into it, it was the kind of kiss that said thank you, the kind that said I see you. The kind that carried an entire standing ovation from one man’s heart into one girl’s soul.

Later that night the lights were dim, just the glow of a salt lamp and the soft flicker of fairy lights on your pink corner.

Drew was lying back now, one hand behind his head, the other running circles on your lower back. You were draped over him like a sleepy kitten, eyes half-closed, lips still pink from kisses.

“What if I’m not always brave like today?” you murmured sleepily.

He looked down at you, lifting your chin gently. “Then I’ll hold the brave for both of us that day, you don’t always have to glow, baby.”

***

The sun had dipped behind the city skyline, casting soft lavender shadows into the apartment. The warm glow of string lights along the curtain rods gave the room a dreamy, candle-lit feeling. You had your laptop open on your pink corner desk, a fresh Word document blinking at you, the title still unfinished.

You sat crisscross in your sparkly socks, wearing a cropped baby tee and your soft pajama shorts, typing and deleting the same sentence over and over again.

“Ugh, I don’t know where to start! I’m supposed to make it feel personal but professional. Why is writing so hard?” you said groaning and flopping back dramatically.

From the couch, you heard Drew’s amused voice drift in. “Is that my soft girl having a genius meltdown?”

You giggled behind your hand, cheeks warm.

“Don’t come over here! It’s messy and embarrassing.”

“Too late.”

You heard him cross the room and then felt the shift in the air as he leaned against the wall near the pink corner. He was wearing gray sweats and his hair was still slightly damp from his shower, curling at the edges. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he surveyed your little writing space, a mix of pastel chaos and creative brilliance.

He nodded at the laptop. “So, what are we working on tonight, Miss Pulitzer?”

You rolled your eyes and closed the screen slightly. “It’s just a new article draft for the university website... sort of a reflection piece. I have ideas but no words.”

“Great. You talk, I type.” he grinned.

You groaned dramatically. “Noooo, you’ll mess it up! You’ll write something ridiculous like “Once upon a time, a sparkly genius fell from the sky and saved all of academia.”

He walked over and gently tugged your wheely chair away from the desk, spinning it to face him. Then he knelt in front of you and rested his hands on your knees.

“That would be an accurate opening, actually.” he said sweetly serious.

You tried not to melt, but your heart felt like glitter in a blender. “You’re so annoying when you say stuff like that.”

“Annoyingly correct.”

You finally laughed, nudging him with your foot. He stood up, grabbed a blanket from the couch, and came back, draping it over both of you before sitting on the floor at your feet, laptop now resting on his lap.

He spoke again, softly. “Okay. Dictate... What’s the angle of the piece?”

You hesitated, your cheeks are pink. “It’s about finding confidence as someone who doesn’t always fit the typical mold. Like... I’m smart and driven, but I’m soft too. I like pink, glitter and being gentle. And I wanna write about how you don’t have to be aggressive to be taken seriously.”

Drew blinked at you slowly, like he was looking at art in a museum. Then he typed while reading aloud:

"She wore bubblegum lip gloss and knew way more than most men in the room. And maybe the softness they mistook for weakness was the exact reason she got things done with heart and humanity."

—Title: ‘Soft Power’

You gasped. “Wait, that’s... that’s actually really good??”

He looked up at you with mock insult. “Ma’am, I read scripts for a living. You think I can’t deliver a thesis with spice?” he placed a hand on his heart.

You burst out laughing, nearly tipping the chair backward. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously supportive.” he kisses you. “Keep going, what’s next?”

So you talked.

You curled one leg up and rambled about how it felt to walk into rooms full of serious faces while your earrings sparkled and your notebook had Hello Kitty stickers on it. And how people sometimes made assumptions about your intelligence because you smiled a lot or spoke gently.

Drew typed everything like it was scripture, adding little editor notes like:

> (insert hot girl anecdote here)

> (use the “you can be soft and sharp” line, it's very slay)

> (make them cry and rethink everything by paragraph four)

Every time he read a new sentence back to you, it somehow sounded more powerful. You felt braver hearing your words in his voice, like they were already real and already worthy.

Eventually, the laptop slid off to the side and you both sat there, wrapped up in the blanket, sharing a box of strawberry Pocky and sipping cold tea.

Drew spoke again, quietly. “I hope you know... you’ve changed how I see everything.”

“What do you mean?” you asked him softly.

He reached up and gently brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You made me want to be more gentle, more honest with myself. I used to think that strength was all... silence and stoic stuff. But you, with your fuzzy socks and glitter pens? You’re stronger than I’ve ever been. And you never needed to get loud to be heard.”

You looked at him like your heart might float out of your chest.

“Why do you always say the perfect thing when I’m wearing my silliest pajamas?”

He giggled. “Because you’re perfect when you’re not even trying.”

You kissed him softly, a lingering, slow thing and then leaned your forehead against his.

You whispered. “Thank you for helping me write... Even if you type like a chaotic gay intern.” you laughed softly.

He looked at you deadpan. “You’re welcome. Expect my invoice in glitter.” you laughed together.

***

The bass was low and sultry, reverberating through the ground of the hillside house, colored lights flickered across the pool water like candy sprinkles, music poured from massive speakers, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional pop of a champagne bottle echoed around the mansion.

You were at Drew’s side the entire night, clinging to his arm like a little koala, resting your head against his shoulder when you weren’t dancing. You looked ethereal, a glowy, tiny thing in a sparkly blush dress, skin soft and kissed with shimmer, your cheeks pink from champagne and happiness.

Your low heels clicked on the patio tiles as you bounced between kissing him, giggling in his ear, and dragging him by the hand to go dance again. Every time he tried to take a sip of his drink, you tugged him somewhere new.

“You’re not allowed to leave my sight tonight, okay?” you spoke a little tipsy but playful.

He laughed softly. “Baby, I couldn’t if I tried. You’ve literally wrapped yourself around me like a vine.”

“You love it.”

“You're right... I really, really do.” he said with sparkly eyes.

He kissed you sweet and slow, cupping your cheek and you smiled against his lips, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, your fingers playing with the little hair at the nape of his neck. People walked by, some glanced, some smiled, others whispered, but Drew didn’t care about that.

He kissed you like no one else existed.

You both stumbled inside to cool off from dancing. The living room was dim, lit only by ambient light and the glow of the city out the window. People were draped over couches, sipping cocktails, vibing. You nestled under Drew’s arm, curling into his side on one of the sofas.

He looked down at you, eyes soft with adoration, brushing a stray sparkle from your shoulder. “You always smell like strawberry candy. It’s dangerous.” he whispered gently.

You hid your face in his shirt, laughing, pressing little kisses along his chest. He held you tighter, his thumb stroking your arm absentmindedly.

You didn’t notice her at first, but Drew did.

She walked into the room with two guys and another girl, glass of wine in her hand, makeup flawless, outfit minimal. It was the girl from the last party. The one who tried to offer you something you didn’t want. The one who had a smug, snake-like smile... Harper.

She spotted you two immediately.

You didn’t even look her way, you were too busy stealing one of Drew’s fries from the bowl in his lap and feeding it to him like a brat.

“Say "ahhh." Okay.” you said with a baby voice.

He bites the fry from your fingers, grinning.

“Mhm, you’re lucky you’re cute honey.”

You beamed, climbing into his lap fully, your arms around his neck now, your thighs settled over his. He kissed your cheek, then your nose and your temple.

And then, the moment cracked. “Aww, that’s precious! Y’know, I always wondered what a glitter-covered daddy complex looked like in real life.” Harper said with a loud and sarcastic voice.

The whole room went quiet for a beat, like someone dropped glass in a restaurant.

You froze, eyes wide, head still resting on Drew’s shoulder. You felt the heat in your cheeks turn sharp and cold, your stomach dropped.

Harper laughed a little, pretending it was a joke, swirling her wine. “I mean, no shade. But some girls grow up and heal. Others just find a hot older guy to cling to.” she didn’t even look at you, she looked at Drew. “Careful, Starkey. You're gonna drown in sugar.”

Before you could even react, Drew gently but firmly shifted you off his lap. Not harshly, he touched your hip with care, like he wanted you to know this wasn’t about you being in the way. It was about him making something very, very clear.

He stood up slowly, shoulders broad, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. “You got five seconds to walk out of this room before I make the rest of the night real awkward for you.” he spoke low and calm.

Harper blinked, caught off guard. “Whoa. What, can’t take a joke?”

“That wasn’t a joke, that was you being bitter and bored... Again.”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, his face softened for just a second when his eyes met yours, silently checking: you okay, baby? You nodded slightly, still stunned.

Then he turned back to her. “You don’t know a damn thing about her. And even if you did, you’d never deserve to say her name, much less drag her character.”

He said it so low that the room went still. You could hear the hum of the speakers and a girl whispering "oh my god" across the room.

“She's not “clingy.” She's affectionate, she’s warm, she’s got more heart in her baby pinky than you’ve shown in your whole career.

And yeah, she’s younger than me. So what? She's smarter than half the people here, and she’s not afraid to love out loud. That doesn’t make her weak, that makes her real.

So if that makes you uncomfortable, maybe look at what you're lacking.”

Harper just scoffed and walked out, muttering something under her breath, but the tension lingered, heavy and electric.

Drew sat back down next to you, one hand still tight, flexing. His breath was a little shaky.

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his quietly. “You didn’t have to do that...” you spoke soft and vulnerable to him.

“Yes, I did.” he said immediately.

He turned to face you fully, one hand on your knee, the other still holding yours.

He speaks gently. “Nobody talks about you like that, okay? Nobody. Especially not when all you’ve ever been is good to me, you hear me?”

You nodded, lip trembling just a little. You hated confrontation, but the way he stood up for you made you feel so safe, so seen.

You speak again, your voice is barely a whisper. “People always say I’m “too much.” Too pink, too emotional, too soft...”

“They say that because they’ve never been loved like you love. And that scares the hell out of them.” he said pulling you close and cradled your face in his hands. “You can be as clingy as you want, I want you glued to my side forever.”

You let out a watery laugh, blinking back emotion. Then you kissed him, right there in front of everyone. Deep, slow and sure. And when you pulled back, his forehead was resting on yours.

“Okay... but just so you know… if I am clingy, it’s your fault.” you spoke playfully.

“Good, I hope you never let go.” he smiled softly.

Back at your shared apartment, Drew helped you out of your dress like always, gentle, wordless, reverent. He handed you your oversized tee and helped untie your hair ribbon, placing it on the nightstand like it was made of porcelain. You curled up in bed while he washed off the glitter from his face.

He came back out in sweats and climbed in next to you, letting out a little groan as he sank into the pillows.

“God, we’re not twenty-one anymore.” he murmured and you giggled, but it was quiet, tired and he looked at you. “What’s goin’ on in that head?” he spoke softly.

You hesitated, then shrugged a little, facing the window instead of him.

“I don’t know. I'm just tired, I guess...”

But you weren’t just tired and he knew that.

A minute passed, then two. You felt his hand slide under the covers, gently seeking yours. You let him intertwine your fingers, even though your own felt weak, trembly.

“Baby…” he whispered.

You turned your face into the pillow, he heard your breath hitch.

“She just said it so easily. Like I’m some... thing, a label, a joke.” your voice is muffled against the pillow. He shifted closer, letting you talk. “And the thing is… I know it wasn’t just about tonight. People say things like that because they see something in me... Something they think is weak, needy, broken.”

You sat up slowly, crossing your legs in front of you, arms wrapped around your own torso like a shield.

You sighed. “I used to hear it all the time. At home, stuff like: “Stop crying so much.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

“You’re too sensitive.”

“You’re too clingy.”

“Why do you need so much attention?”

Your voice cracked, you blinked fast, but the tears welled anyway.

“I thought... that if I grew up and left, it would stop hurting. But sometimes it feels like I’m still trying to prove to the world I’m not... some broken little girl begging to be loved.”

Drew didn’t speak, he just reached out and tugged you softly toward him.

You crawled into his lap without thinking, and he wrapped his arms around you like the safest home you’d ever known. His hand cradled the back of your head, the other rubbed up and down your spine.

“Sometimes I still feel like I’m too much. And not enough at the same time.” your voice is barely audible.

He kissed the side of your head. “You’re not too much, you’re just... full. Full of feeling, full of love.

And you’re more than enough, you’re exactly what you were meant to be.”

You buried your face into his chest as the tears spilled quietly.

He didn’t hush you, he didn’t try to fix it. He just held you while you cried, slow and quiet. Rocking a little, letting you fall apart without shame.

His voice came again, low and steady, like the ocean. “Your softness isn’t a flaw. It’s the part of you that makes people feel safe. It's why I can breathe when I’m near you.

You think you’re clingy? I hope you never stop being that way, I want you to need me... Because I need you too.”

You let out a broken little sound, gripping his shirt. “You swear?”

He kissed your forehead. “I swear.” he sighed. “Baby... if people ever made you feel like being loved made you a burden they were never loving you right in the first place.”

He rocked you for a while, then helped you lie back down. He curled his body around yours under the comforter, tucking you into him like you were something fragile and rare. His hand rested over your heart.

“Let me carry this with you, okay? You’re not alone in it anymore.”

BANNED ✨

(Baby-daddy!Drew x Wife!reader)

Drew and you were in bed watching some netflix documentary. It was a Saturday morning, you guys didn't have any plans so decided on staying in bed for an extra hour. Enzo was in his room playing with his football, but as time went on, he walked into his parent's room, still in his pajamas, and told them he had gotten bored of his football .

"Daddy, can I play a game on your phone?" Enzo asked, climbing onto the bed and laying ontop of Drew.

"What happened to your iPad?" Drew questioned.

"It’s with grandma I forgot it." Enzo frowned.

"Okay, but not for too long." Drew sighed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "If someone calls, bring it to me, okay?"

Enzo nodded and climbed off. His little feet took him to the living room. He sat on the couch and tried to find the game Drew had installed for him to play. Instead of clicking on the game, a certain colorful app caught his eye. He clicked on the Instagram app and the first thing he saw on Drew's feed was a picture of you that you had posted recently. His chubby fingers clicked on the heart then clicked on the comments.

He knew how to spell since you and Drew were teaching him so he slowly typed out a comment;

Drewstarkey  MOMMY

seconds later, hundreds of notifications came flooding in.

flucyyy DREW WHAT

gasly1Opierre he's so real for that

Back in your guy’s bedroom, Drew was too focused on giving his wife her morning kisses. They had completely forgotten about the documentary that was playing on the tv. You were also too busy to even notice the notifications going off from your phone.

Enzo  was having too much fun with his dad's phone.

He kept liking photos and even took some up close photos of his face with funny filters. That's when he saw the ‘LIVE’ option. Enzo, being the curious boy he is, clicked on ‘LIVE’ and wondered what it was doing.

Drewstarkey started a live video

The screen showed his face, but nothing was happening. He was extremely confused. Then the comments started popping up.

schumalegacy BABY DREW

vettel.jpg BABY DREW WHATS YOUR DAD'S CREDIT CARD NUMBER

Ceeweekly yooo house tour

fipaddockgirlies OMG someone screen record this iconic moment

"What's a credit card?" Enzo asked as if someone was going to tell him. He thought it was recording so an idea popped up in his head. He raced to his room with Drew's phone in hand and grabbed his favorite Toy Story toys. As he ran back, Drew called his name, unaware that his phone was capturing everything.

"Enzo! Slow down, I don't want you to fall." Drew called out.

alOnz04 OMG HIS NAME IS ENZO

norriswad ENZO OMG WE FINALLY KNOW HIM

Caesarxl/n I feel like i shouldn't be watching this. He probably doesn't even know what's going on

y/nscloset Guys don't screen record!! He's a child, we shouldn't be spreading information about him without y/n or Drew knowing

"Sorry, daddy." Enzo apologized.

"Its okay, baby. Are you hungry?" You asked your son.

"No," Enzo  quickly said and ran back to the living room.

"Enzo Joseph Starkey!"

Drewgossip OMG they named him Joseph!

wagstyle Ok Drew come get ur child before he leaks your address!!

Enzo positioned the phone against his mom's favorite candle and showed the camera buzz light gear that his uncle Logan had gotten him.

"I like this one. My uncle Logan got it for me." He brought  the toy extremely close to the camera.

Starkeyfamily He's in his vlog era

Enzo then set the toy down and grabbed his favorite cowboy toy that Drew got for him.

"Daddy got me this one. He has blond hair and has a hat, see?" Enzo showed the camera yet again.

"I have more. And I have things for his hair." This time he ran to his playroom where most of his toys were located. Instead of taking the phone with him, he left it propped up against the candle.

This game the users a clear view of the Starkey family home, well some of it.

maxsupermax They really have a giant ass piano in their living room.

buttonlevi IS THAT AN AWARD JUST SITTING BY THE DOOR

Enzo came back with all his cowboy accessories. They were in the classic red bag, but Enzo decided to dump it all on the floor.

"Enzo! What are you doing?" You called out as Drew  kissed her neck.

"Playing." Enzo  said casually.

"Babe, get up. This boy might be writing on the walls." You said, but Drew wouldn't get off of her.

"He's playing on my phone, he's okay."

"Still, let me get up. My amazon package gets delivered today. Get up, Andrew !" You pinched his side, causing him to groan in pain and finally get off his wife.

Drew dramatically rolled onto his side. "It hurts. It hurts more when you don't have a shirt on."

"You're alive, dear husband." You rolled your eyes and got up from the bed. You put on you slippers, not bothering to put on a proper shirt so you walked to the front door in her matching black silk shorts and lace top. Failing to notice your son on Instagram live.

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Drewfan does he even know how to read?

"I know how to read." Enzo said to the camera.

Once you opened the door, you heard your son say something. "What did you say, baby?" You asked, still not looking in Enzo's direction as you retrieved your package from the front door.

"I said i know how to read." Enzo replied.

"Yeah, you do. You're a smart boy." You nodded and went to your office that was right next to Enzo's playroom.

Enzo continued showing the camera his toys.

Centralhoe STOP THIS IS GOING ON FOR TOO LONG

Rafebitches Enzo is MY world champion

Then Drew finally came into the frame. He was shirtless so all the comments went by too fast for Enzo to read. Like You, he didn't notice Enzo trying to read comments on the phone.

As Drew was about to ask Enzo what he wanted for breakfast, Your phone started to ring. Drew quickly made his way back to the shared bedroom. He looked at the phone screen and saw that his brother Logan was the one calling. He answered the call.

"Hey, what’s -"

"Get your phone! Enzo is on Instagram live!" Logan said.

"What?"

"He's live, DREW!"

Drew quickly ran to the living room to find Enzo showing the camera a framed photo of Yours and Drew’s wedding. "Enzo, give me the phone!" Drew raised his voice, making you come out of your office wondering what was going on.

"I was showing the pretty picture!"

You ran to Enzo and saw that he was showing the viewers your wedding picture. "Buba, give daddy his phone back."

"Okay. The game was boring." Enzo handed Drew his phone back and went to his playroom.

Drew quickly ended the live and put his phone on the coffee table. "He's never playing on my phone ever again."

"Who told you he was on Instagram?" You asked.

"Lo. He called you, I answered. He probably got a notification that Enzo went live." Drew sighed. "Well, I think everyone knows his name by now."

"Oh my god, wait give me my phone. I have your post notifications on." You gasped.

Drew handed you your phone. He watched as you scrolled through all the Instagram notifications. You then held the phone out for him to see. "He used your account to comment on my picture. Look what he said."

Drew laughed at the comment. "Well he's not wrong. The fans did call you a milf."

"Imagine the ones that missed Enzo's live, they're going to see this comment and think that you have some weird kink. Good luck explaining that, Andrew."

You kissed Drew's cheek and went to Enzo's playroom.

"From now on, Enzo is on a phone ban!" Drew called out as you walked out.

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feral. it was so so so feral. think of like 5+ years of romantic and sexual tension that has never really had a way to be expressed other than on screen, where other people are directing them. telling them what to do and what to say. it was the first time they each had the freedom to do and act however they wanted.

drew wanted to make her feel so good, so the foreplay was pretty lengthy. he spent a lot of time making sure she was ready and by the time he was done eating her out, she was practically floating on cloud 9. by the time they were connected, her hands were grabbing everywhere, clinging to his back and scraping nails down bare flesh. actress reader would give anything to have the moment last forever. drew wasn't much better, his head tucked into the crease of her neck as he stuttered and groaned with each thrust of his hips. his biceps would be holding him up as his broad shoulders rippled with energy, actress reader taking the opportunity to bite into the muscles to muffle her moans. also so much hand holding. holding hands when they kiss, cum, etc.

i think a lot of 'i love yous' were exchanged, but quietly. reverently. over and over again. emotions were so high and filters were gone, so all they could do was express everything they had been keeping inside. drew definitely said things along the lines of 'you're so gorgeous baby' and 'my pretty girl'.

hello anon! sorry for such a late response but i love this ask. i think that they would get engaged after ~3 years, and then they're suddenly married a few months after that? i think once they get engaged drew and actress reader would realise that they actually don't want a big ceremony and just decide to get married with their close family and friends on a beach somewhere. lowkey think like 'oh! a joint engagement post on insta! wait, why is the next post their wedding???'

drew starkey x reader

a/n: a lil blurb in honour of drew's birthday today hehe

Though he might’ve been deep in his slumber, Drew could smell the faint aroma of sugar and burning candle wick in his sleep. His senses stirred, pull him from the haze of sleep into the gentle light of morning.. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself greeted by the sight of you, slowly tiptoeing into the bedroom. The soft glow of the rising sun filtered through the curtains, while your face was lit up by the delicate flame of the candle on a single, beautifully decorated candle. The bed dipped as you sat at the edge of his side of the bed. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” you whispered, your voice filled with warmth and affection. The flame on the wick might’ve made the space warm, but seeing you made Drew feel warm all around, the smile on your face making it feel like home. As cheesy as it was, the ease he felt with you was as effortless as breathing.  “I brought you a little something to start your special day.”

Drew propped himself up on one elbow, a sleepy grin spreading across his face. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured before blowing out the candle, wishing that his birthday could be like this every year, just you and him in the comfort of these four walls in your bedroom. He took a bite and let out a groan, you’d even gone as far as to make his favourite cake flavour. Wrapping one hand at the nape of your neck, he pulled you in, allowing you to taste the hint of vanilla frosting on his lips as your mouths met. 

Your lips parted with a soft laugh against his, the sweetness of frosting giving way to something even sweeter — the sound of his quiet happiness. He leaned back just enough to study your face, thumb brushing your cheek before his eyes caught the corner of a box tucked behind you.

“What’s that?” he asked, the grin returning as he reached for it, his touch still lazy and tender.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation and curiosity as you placed the cupcake on the nightstand and carefully handed Drew his gift, your heart fluttering with excitement. 

“A present? Baby, the gift you gave me last night was more than enough,” he smirked, reminding you both of what transpired last night when you came in dressed as Lola Bunny. You playfully gave him a swat on his bicep, 

“Oh hush, let me spoil you for once.” 

As he pulled at the ribbon, you watched his expression, savouring every moment. It was a photo album of all the time you’d spent together, from the first time you met to your most recent trip to Montana, every picture captioned with a reason why you loved him. Drew’s eyes widened with joy and pulled you close to hug you again, in disbelief that someone would go this far for him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “You always know how to make me feel special.” 

You beamed at him, your heart just as full as his. “Jus’ wanted to make your birthday as special as you are to me,” you replied, leaning in for another soft kiss. 

Drew smiled against your lips, his hand finding yours between the sheets. “You always do,” he whispered. The candle’s smoke curled lazily upward, the room settling into a warmth that felt like forever.