Drew Starkey Imagines

🫤fake dating🫤

summary: being in a contractual obligation to be Drew Starkey's girlfriend to the public eye seemed like it would be okay at first. until you realized that you found him insufferable— and he felt the exact same way about you.

Prologue:
The past year of your life had been an absolute whirlwind. You moved to LA, signed to one of the best modeling agencies very quickly, had your first runway debut at Paris Fashion Week walking for Versace, and lived in your dream house. Still no luck in the romance department though.

About a month ago, your manager had the "great" idea to have you and one of her other clients get into a contractual PR relationship. The plan was simple, the two of you would pretend to be a couple. Go to charity events, award shows and after parties together. Be seen on the street with strategically placed paparazzi snapping pictures, go out to dinners where— you guessed it, more paparazzi would be placed outside of the restaurant, and flaunt your "relationship" on social media. It would benefit both of you. Seeing as the other client was none other than Drew Starkey— the fastest rising new actor with a new movie coming out, you were excited.

The publicity would do so many good things for both of your careers. Of course, you agreed. For the first couple weeks, things were fine. Not really too much to complain about. But recently, every little thing he does has been pissing you off— and he felt the same about you. The two of you couldn't stand each other.

Present day:
"My god, it's about time you showed up. We're running late now— thanks to you." Drew rolls his eyes as you get out of your car and into the limo taking the pair of you to the People's Choice Awards.

"I'm literally one minute late. We're still on schedule to get to the venue early and do the red carpet walk, the interviews, you know, all the shit I hate doing with you."

The cocky grimace plastered across his face was more than enough to make you want to haul off and smack him. He loved getting under your skin and watching you get pissed off. It was just another thing to tack onto the list of reasons why you didn't like him. But for some reason, he looked unusually good tonight. And the woodsy scent of his Santal 33 tickled your nose in a way it never had before.

The ride to the venue was short and silent. You didn't wanna speak because you'd have to pretend to be head over heels for him for the rest of the night. It would certainly be a long one. As the driver pulls up to the venue, you remember the drill. Drew gets out first, opens the door for you— pretending the be the best boyfriend ever, when you know he'd actually make the worst, with his smug attitude and stupid cocky little smile.

The moment you step out of the limo, you're hit with the flashes of lights everywhere, the screams of hundreds of fans, and numerous reporters wanting you to approach them before all of the others.

You interlock your arm with Drew's as the two of you walk the red carpet, stopping every couple of feet to pose for the paparazzi. Your least favorite part about events like this was the fact that you couldn't escape the reporters and their post red carpet interview questions. The moment you step off the red carpet, a reporter comes over to the both of you.

"I would first just like to start off by saying you both look incredible tonight!" He says.

You both give a fake smile and say thank you as he continues with the questions.

"So y/n you just celebrated a birthday recently, correct? Last week? How did you two celebrate and did he get you anything special?"

You knew damn well the only reason you saw him for the few minutes that you did on your birthday was strictly for the purpose of the paparazzi to take pictures so people would think you actually spent the whole day together, so you know you'll have to come up with a lie. But he did get you something— so it'll only have to be a partial lie.

"Well we didn't really do too much, I just wanted to spend the day with him so we had a nice quiet dinner at my apartment with some wine and just had a great night. He got me the cutest little puppy. A French bulldog. We named her cookie. She's literally the best gift I've ever gotten." You flash another fake smile at the man as you rub Drew's arm with your thumb for the cameras.

Stepping into the venue and feeling the cold air of the air conditioned building hit your skin, you let an audible sigh of relief slip out of your mouth. Drew gives you a strange look, but doesn't say anything. A member of the building's security team leads you and Drew to your table for the night where you're seated with another famous couple— although their relationship is real and you can see throughout the night just how in love they are with each other.

One hour— and a whole bottle of wine later, it's time for Drew's category to be announced. Best New Actor. There was no doubt in your mind he would probably win. Despite the fact that you despised him, he was an extremely talented actor, you couldn't argue there. And the ladies love him, so since the vote was left to the people, you felt as though he had the win in the bag.

As the announcers are reading off the names of the other three men in the category, Drew's hand travels to yours and squeezes it— out of nervousness obviously, but he'd never done anything like that before. You take a small glance around the room, no cameras are near you, so he wasn't putting this on as a show. This was real.

The agreement was that if he won tonight, when his name was called, he would give you a kiss on the cheek before going to the stage to accept his award, so you were mentally preparing yourself for that.

"And the winner for best new actor is..." the suspense was torture "Drew Starkey" you cheer loudly, along with the rest of the room as you get yourself ready for the inevitable cheek kiss. But the look in Drew's eyes confuses you. Out of nowhere and with absolutely no warning, your lips are met with the soft touch of Drew's. He kissed you. Like went off script and actually kissed you.

Was this for show? Was this just so the viewers could have a cute moment to see on their tv's at home?

Your mind was racing with thoughts when Drew pulled you into a hug before going to the stage to accept his award and he whispers "god, I've been wanting to do that for so fucking long y/n."

Ahhh pls this one was so cutesyyyy! Not sure if anyone is or will ever read this, but I'm accepting requests!