I Need More Drew Fanfiction Please Send Me Something To Read!! I Literally Read All Of The Top Post In

i need more drew fanfiction please send me something to read!! i literally read all of the top post in the explore, now i need more ㅠㅠ

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairing: major!drew starkey x nurse!reader

summary: it’s 1944, and the world is engulfed in the turmoil of wwii. on a remote air force base, major drew starkey prepares for a perilous mission, while you, a shy and introverted young nurse, watches from afar, your heart caught between admiration and fear. you has never been one to express your feelings openly, but as drew faces an uncertain future in the skies, you gathers the courage to write your first letter to a man—a heartfelt confession of love. before he departs, you quietly hands him the letter, never knowing how it will change you both.

warning(s): english is not my native language. contains emotional themes set during ww2, themes of war and separation, mild language and teasing from fellow soldiers.

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part ii - part iii - …

You, as a nurse stationed at the airbase, you were accustomed to keeping your head down, doing your work with precision and care, never drawing attention to yourself. You’d been stationed here for months, yet it still felt like you didn’t belong in the whirl of action around you.

But there was one person whose presence never failed to draw your gaze, no matter how much you tried to remain invisible.

Major Drew Starkey.

To everyone else, he was a leader—a seasoned officer whose calm authority and unwavering composure made him stand out among the others. He was the kind of man who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet always found a way to offer a smile to those who needed it. His tall frame, sharp features, and focused blue eyes made him a figure of admiration and respect, and you were no exception.

But to you, he was more than just a Major in the Air Force.

He was Major Drew—the man whose voice sent a flutter through your chest whenever he spoke, even if it was just to ask about a patient’s condition. The man whose steady hands and quiet courage filled you with a sense of safety in a world torn apart by war. For months, you had admired him from a distance, your heart skipping a beat every time he passed by. You would catch glimpses of him during routine check-ups or briefings, his brow furrowed in concentration, his posture always strong and sure. You never allowed yourself to imagine more than a fleeting glance or polite exchange; he was an officer, after all, and you were just a nurse.

But as time went by, as each mission became more perilous and the losses more profound, something began to shift within you. The thought of him flying off into the unknown without knowing how much he meant to you gnawed at your heart. Every time he left on a mission, the knot in your stomach tightened, fearing he might not return.

And then, one evening, as the sun dipped low the base was sinking in soft amber light, you made a decision. It was impulsive and terrifying, but the fear of regret outweighed your shyness. You had to let him know, even if only once, even if he never read the words.

You decided to write him a letter.

Sitting in your small quarters, surrounded by the muffled sounds of soldiers laughing and planes preparing for takeoff, you hesitated, the pen hovering over the paper. How do you write to a man like Major Drew? What words could possibly capture the depth of what you felt, the quiet admiration that had grown into something so much more?

But you had to try. You had to be brave, even if just for one fleeting moment.

Dear Major Drew Starkey, I do not know where to begin, nor how to put into words what my heart has long wanted to say. Perhaps it is foolish of me to write to you like this, but the uncertainty of tomorrow compels me to be braver than I’ve ever been before. I know you are a man of duty, a man of courage, and that your mind is always focused on the task at hand. But I wonder if, in the quiet hours when you are alone, your thoughts drift as mine do—to those you hold dear, to the things that make this war worth fighting. I think of you often, more than I should. More than I’ve ever thought of anyone. It’s strange to admit it, even to myself, but in the stillness of the night, when the world around us is consumed by chaos, it is your face I see. Your voice I hear. It is your strength that makes me feel safe, even when everything else is falling apart. I have never written a letter like this before, and I confess I am terrified of how you will receive it. But I cannot go another day without letting you know how deeply I care for you, how much I admire the man you are—not just the officer, but the man who carries so much on his shoulders without complaint. I will not ask anything of you. I do not expect you to respond. All I ask is that you take these words with you, wherever you go, and know that someone here thinks of you every day. That someone prays for your safe return, not because it is your duty to return, but because you are cared for—because I care for you. If fate allows, I hope that one day we may speak of these things in person. But until then, please know that my thoughts are with you always. Yours, in heart and in hope, Y/N”

You read and reread the letter until the words blurred before your eyes, but the feeling behind them remained steady. With trembling hands, you folded the letter neatly and slipped it into a plain envelope. You stared at it for what felt like hours, your heart pounding in your chest as if it might burst. Could you really give this to him? What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he laughed at you, or worse—what if he never even opened it?

But there was no turning back now. You had written the letter, and you had to deliver it.

The opportunity came sooner than you expected. The next morning, just before dawn, the base was a flurry of activity. Major Drew was preparing for another mission—this one longer and more dangerous than the others. The soldiers were gearing up, checking their equipment, and sharing quiet conversations before the inevitable parting. You watched from the infirmary window, your heart heavy with the weight of the letter tucked inside your apron pocket.

You took a deep breath and forced your feet to move. As you made your way toward the runway, the early morning light casting long shadows over the ground, you spotted him. He stood by his plane, speaking to a group of officers, his back to you.

You almost turned around.

But then, as if sensing your presence, Major Drew glanced over his shoulder and saw you. His expression softened, his blue eyes locking onto yours in a way that made your heart stutter. Without thinking, you hurried toward him, clutching the letter so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“Major Starkey,” you called out, your voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. His gaze shifted to you fully, and he stepped away from the group, his tall figure moving toward you with a calm, confident stride.

“Y/N,” he greeted, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “What brings you out here? Everything alright?”

You nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you fumbled for the words. “I—I just wanted to give you this,” you stammered, thrusting the envelope toward him before you could lose your nerve.

He glanced down at the envelope, then back at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What’s this?” he asked softly, though there was no pressure in his voice, no demand—only a gentle interest.

“It’s just…” Your voice faltered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “It’s something I wanted you to have before you leave.”

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze around you. The sounds of the base faded, the distant voices of soldiers and the rumble of engines becoming nothing more than background noise. It was just the two of you, standing there in the early morning light, the air thick with unspoken words.

Major Drew took the envelope from your trembling hands, his fingers brushing yours in a way that sent a jolt of warmth through your body. He held your gaze for a long moment, as if trying to read the meaning behind your sudden act of courage.

“I’ll read it when I get back,” he promised, his voice low and steady, filled with an understanding that made your heart ache. He smiled at you, that rare, gentle smile that always made the world feel just a little bit brighter. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. And then, before you could embarrass yourself further, you turned and hurried away, your heart pounding in your chest as the weight of what you had just done settled over you.

Hours later, the base had fallen into an uneasy quiet. The planes were gone, the soldiers off on their mission, and you were left in the stillness of the infirmary, going through the motions of your duties while your mind raced with a thousand thoughts.

Would he read the letter? Would he think you were foolish for writing it? Would he even come back?

Night fell, and with it came the familiar sounds of planes returning to base. You didn’t rush to the runway this time, too afraid of what you might or might not see. Instead, you stayed in the infirmary, tending to your work, your heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, in the soldiers’ quarters, Major Drew sat among his fellow officers, exhausted but relieved to have returned safely. The men around him joked and teased, trying to shake off the tension of the mission with laughter and camaraderie. But Drew’s mind wasn’t with them.

He reached into his jacket pocket, feeling the soft edges of the envelope you had given him. His comrades noticed the movement and, ever the opportunists, one of them nudged him with a sly grin.

“Hey, Starkey,” one of the soldiers teased. “What’s that you’ve got there? A love letter from a secret admirer?”

The others joined in, their voices filled with playful banter.

“Don’t keep it to yourself, Major! Let’s hear what your girl’s got to say!”

Drew rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not for you lot,” he muttered, standing up and stepping away from the group. He could still hear their laughter behind him, but it was distant now, fading into the background as he found a quiet corner and opened the letter.

As he unfolded the paper, the world seemed to slow, your delicate handwriting coming into view. He read your words carefully, the weight of your confession settling over him like a warm blanket. The teasing from his comrades faded into nothing, replaced by the quiet vulnerability of your letter.

For a long moment, he simply sat there, the letter clutched in his hands, a strange mix of emotions washing over him. He hadn’t expected this—not from you, not from someone so quiet and reserved. But as he read and reread your words, something stirred in him, something deep and unspoken that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

When he finally folded the letter and tucked it safely back into his jacket, his heart felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had lifted just slightly. The war still raged on, the uncertainty of tomorrow still loomed, but in that moment, your words gave him something he hadn’t realized he needed.

Hope.

He smiled to himself, standing up and returning to his comrades, their teasing starting up again the moment he rejoined them. “So, Starkey,” one of them called out, grinning from ear to ear. “Your mystery girl leave you love-struck?”

Drew chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Something like that,” he replied, his voice low, as if sharing a secret only he knew. Because that’s what it was—your letter was a secret, a treasure he would carry with him wherever the war took him next.

No matter what Drew knew one thing for certain: he would come back.

For you.

For the promise of something more.

i felt super happy whenever readers leave a comments, sent ask, idk just feel my days much more happier.

I really can't wrap my head around why the belief that commenting chapters or stories that have been posted some months of years ago might be a bother to the writers is so persistent in fandom.

I'm genuinely happy every time a reader takes a few minutes of their time to write a comment, even more so if they comment on a story that never got a lot of love to begin with.

And if it's an older story I'm happy to learn that it still brings its readers some joy.

Dear readers, please never think that we writers aren't interested in reading your comments no matter what. Every comment is valuable to us. Stories don't have an expiration date.

idk who it is but I know a fat girl out there needs to hear this: you do not have to overly hyperfeminine yourself to be beautiful. You don’t have to adopt a rockabilly or 1950s housewife style in order to be beautiful or sexy. You can wear whatever you want and you can not wear makeup and not keep your hair perfect all the time you are beautiful. Also if you want to do those things you can obviously but like you can be as feminine or not feminine as you want.

drew having a huuuuuggeeeee crush on actress!reader she’s super successful and has won many awards but the thing is they don’t know eachother personally so when they meet at a red carpet she comes up to him and tells him how good queer was and stuff like that and he’s so shy and stuttering — they end up talking the whole night and exchanging numbers!! you could maybe add (if u want) drew texting her and inviting her for lunch and they get spotted by paparazzi 😫

Whispers in the Spotlight || Drew Starkey

authors note: hi anon!! thank you for your request, i hope you don’t mind i changed the ending just a bit!! picture from @outerbankspov

warnings: none

word count: 1,611

The Academy Awards ceremony was in full swing, the event reflected in the chandeliers and floral displays, all of Hollywood’s elite were there, making their way across the red carpet like they owned the world, their designer gowns and sharp tuxedos shimmering under the constant flash of cameras.

Y/N made her entrance and turned heads immediately. She wore a sapphire-blue gown, the plunging neckline and beadwork catching the light with every step. The fabric hugged her frame in all the right places, flowing behind her like a wave of elegance. She was stunning—her hair effortlessly styled, framing her face just right, while her makeup enhanced her natural beauty in a way that felt both effortless and sophisticated. She exuded confidence but carried herself with grace, not the kind that demands attention but the kind that draws you in, quietly.

As the photographers called out her name, she smiled, warm but controlled, not seeking their attention but embracing it with ease. She seemed completely at home in the chaos, each step deliberate but unhurried, as if she was walking through a moment she’d already mastered.

Across the red carpet, Drew Starkey stood watching her, feeling a wave of nervous energy building in his chest. He wore a perfectly tailored black tux, but despite the confidence his appearance might suggest, he couldn’t hide the way his heart raced as he watched Y/N approach. He had followed her career for years, in awe of how she could transform into any character she played. She was captivating, and in person, even more magnetic.

Now, seeing her up close, the woman behind all those performances, Drew couldn’t look away. She was mesmerizing in a way that left him speechless. He felt his pulse quicken, and for the first time that night, he wasn’t thinking about his own role in the event, but about her—completely.

While being interviewed by a popular entertainment reporter, Drew’s thoughts kept drifting toward Y/N. His responses became shorter, less focused, as he struggled to keep his composure. From the corner of his eye, he saw her approaching the interview area, her gown shimmering in the evening light. As she neared, Drew stood up straighter, cleared his throat, and quickly adjusted his suit jacket, trying to compose himself. His breath hitched, and he glanced away, trying to pull himself together.

“Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!” Emma exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.

“Thank you, Emma,” Y/N responded, her tone warm as she embraced the reporter. Her movements were graceful, almost magnetic. As she stepped toward Drew, her eyes found him, and her smile softened. “Hi, Drew,” she said gently, her voice like a melody. She leaned in, her perfume— a mix of floral and vanilla—filling the space between them as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Drew’s pulse quickened. Her touch, though brief, sent a warmth radiating through him. "H-hey, Y/N," he stammered, his voice barely steady. Standing this close, he could see every delicate feature on her face—her skin, glowing under the lights, and those eyes, deep and expressive, holding his gaze longer than he expected. His heart raced, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

Emma jumped in asking her, “We’ve been talking about Drew’s performance in 'Queer'. Have you had a chance to see it?”

Her face lit up, “I have, actually! It was incredible. Luca’s work is always so emotional and so raw. And Drew,” she turned to look at him, her gaze intense and sincere, “you were phenomenal. You brought such a deep, haunting quality to your character. It was one of the best performances I’ve seen in a long time.”

Drew felt his cheeks flush under the weight of her words, heat creeping up his neck. “Thank you,” he mumbled, trying to suppress a smile. His voice, much deeper in person, drew her attention. She hadn’t realized how rich it was until now.

As the interview went on, Drew couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every smile she gave, every glance in his direction made his heart thud louder in his chest. She placed a hand on his arm mid-conversation—a small gesture, but the warmth of her touch lingered, sending a ripple of awareness through him.

As the event progressed, she navigated through more interviews, but Drew’s eyes followed her. He was captivated—each time their paths crossed, it felt like gravity was pulling them closer together. After the formalities were over, she made her way to the main hall, eventually finding her seat. She greeted other guests with ease, making small talk and posing for pictures. Yet, her mind wandered back to Drew—the way his deep voice made her heart skip, how his nervous stuttering was unexpectedly charming.

After a while, she excused herself to grab a drink. As she made her way back to her seat, she noticed Drew in conversation with a group nearby. His eyes found hers again, and their smiles met across the room. His gaze was steady, and there was something about it that made her feel seen—truly seen.

He excused himself from the group and walked over to her, his stride confident but relaxed. Up close, his presence felt even stronger. “Hey, you,” she greeted him, her voice playful. She leaned in for another hug, noticing how perfectly his tuxedo fit him, enhancing his shoulders and tall frame.

“How are you?” Drew asked, his eyes locking onto hers, his gaze intense but warm.

“Come sit with me, let’s talk,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling under the soft lights of the afterparty.

Drew didn’t hesitate, following her to the table where they sat facing each other. The atmosphere around them buzzed with chatter and laughter, but it all seemed to fade into the background once they settled in. Y/N crossed her legs gracefully, leaning in slightly, making it clear that she wanted to engage with him fully.

As they started talking, Drew felt his earlier tension slowly dissolve. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it casually over the back of his chair. Crossing his arms, he leaned back just a little, but his attention stayed locked on her. Every word she spoke seemed to pull him in, and he found himself focusing on every detail—her tone, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited.

Their conversation flowed naturally, back and forth, like a rhythm neither of them wanted to break. With each passing moment, Drew felt himself relax more, sinking into the ease of their connection. He watched her closely, captivated not only by her beauty but by the way she animated her stories, her hands moving as she spoke. He was enthralled by her presence, soaking in every moment they shared.

As the night at the afterparty continued, they found themselves gravitating toward one another. The crowd had begun to grow smaller, and the city lights outside cast a warm glow across the quiet street. Stepping outside for a breath of fresh air, Drew lit a cigarette, taking a slow hit as they stood together under the dim streetlights.

She laughed softly at something Drew said, her eyes catching the way the smoke curled through the air between them. She hadn’t expected to enjoy his company this much. He was so different from how she’d imagined—his voice was deeper, smoother in person, and he had this way of making her feel like the only person in the world when they spoke. Every word she said seemed to land with him, his intense eyes always locked on hers.

Drew flicked the cigarette into the trash, standing up straighter as he turned to face her fully. Without thinking, he reached for her waist, pulling her gently into him. The space between them vanished, and Y/N’s breath hitched. She could feel the warmth of his body through his suit jacket, his hands resting firmly on her hips, and the proximity sent a rush of heat through her.

They were standing so close now, his tall frame towering over her, and she could smell the faint lingering scent of smoke mixed with his cologne. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, feeling the electric tension building between them.

"Get lunch with me tomorrow," Drew murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper. His eyes held hers, filled with a mixture of hope and nerves. "Before I leave for Charleston?"

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, feeling the warmth of his hands still holding her in place. She was surprised by how much she wanted to say yes, how natural it felt standing there with him like this, their bodies practically pressed together.

"Okay," she whispered back, her voice soft. "I’d love that."

Celebrity Insider: “Are Y/N and Drew Starkey the New Hot Couple?”

Last night’s Academy Awards might have been about the glitz and glamour, but it was the unexpected pairing of actress Y/N and Drew Starkey that has everyone talking. The two stars were spotted together throughout the evening, and their chemistry was undeniable.

From their friendly chat on the red carpet to the intimate stroll outside the venue, it’s clear that there’s a spark between them. The pair were seen laughing and holding hands, sparking rumors of a possible romance. With Y/N complimenting Drew’s recent performance in Queer and Drew clearly smitten by Y/N’s presence, fans are eagerly speculating about the nature of their relationship.

Could this be the beginning of Hollywood’s newest couple? Only time will tell, but for now, it seems like Y/N and Drew might be writing their own love story.

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