Drew Starkey Imagines

Forever Begins In Black And White

The morning light filtered in gently through the gauzy white curtains, painting golden streaks across the suite where you stood with your mom and your four bridesmaids. The day had arrived — the day you'd take Drew Starkey's hand and promise him forever. The air was thick with the soft scent of blush pink roses and white peonies, the latter making up the entire bouquet you would carry down the aisle — a symbol of your love: soft, full, and timeless.

Your dress hung from the carved wooden door, basked in morning sunlight like it had been waiting for this moment its whole life. Sleek satin pooled gently at the hem, and the softly draped neckline framed the bodice with effortless grace. It wasn't flashy or excessive. It was the embodiment of simplicity and elegance, just like you wanted. When you touched the fabric, it felt like holding moonlight.

Your mom's hands trembled slightly as she zipped you into it, eyes shimmering with held-back tears. She kissed your shoulder before stepping back. "You look like a dream," she whispered.

You turned to see your bridesmaids — Mackayla and Brooke, Drew's sisters, who had become like your own; Madelyn Cline, your unexpected soul sister; and your childhood best friend, the one who knew every page of your story and was now your maid of honor. They gasped when you turned to face them in full — hair in bouncy beautiful blowout curls, veil falling behind you like a whisper, the mesh catching the light.

"Okay, stop. You're making me cry and we haven't even started," Madelyn said, fanning her face.

You laughed, eyes already stinging, and then it was time for your first look... with your dad.

He knocked once before entering. When his eyes landed on you, his whole body stilled. His lips trembled and he opened his arms wide, silent but overflowing with emotion. You ran into them like you had a thousand times before — but this hug, this one, was heavier. It was goodbye and hello. It was a father letting go and holding on, all at once.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered into your hair. "And I love him. You picked right."

—

Outside, the ceremony space was bathed in soft afternoon light. The air was clear, warm but not hot, and the breeze danced through the sheer white drapery that fluttered at the altar. A black-and-white theme defined the design: classic, elegant, deeply romantic. Tall arrangements of white roses and peonies lined the aisle. Everything was refined, intentional, and glowing in faith and beauty.

Drew stood at the front in his black suit, white shirt, and slim black tie. His brother Logan stood beside him as best man, flanked by his three closest friends — Chase Stokes, Rudy Pankow, and Jonathan Daviss — all mirroring Drew's classic attire.

He was trying not to fidget. He ran a hand over his gold wedding band — not on his finger just yet, but where it will be on very soon. The soft strains of the instrumental version of "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey began to play, and every person in that room stand and turned to watch you step into the light.

Your father's arm steadied you as you stepped into the aisle. Every head turned. Every breath caught.

But Drew...

Drew's knees nearly gave.

He had promised himself he wouldn't cry, but the second his eyes locked with yours, he knew he'd failed. His jaw clenched as emotion washed over him. You weren't just beautiful — you were ethereal, celestial, completely unreal. But you were real. And you were walking toward him.

You. Were. His.

—

When your hand reached his, everything else melted away.