i already introduced Pandora in my fic as a Lestrange but now i thought it through and i want to change her an Ollivander but idk how to do itđđđ
i already introduced Pandora in my fic as a Lestrange but now i thought it through and i want to change her an Ollivander but idk how to do itđđđ
drew starkey x reader, before fame, she fell first, unrequited, he has a girlfriend
srry for any spelling mistake, this is unedited and english is not my native language, anyway i was bored and listening to what was that by lorde in repeat and this came out of it bye...
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She grew up looking at people. She was attentive, people always received all her attention. She was never at the center of it. Not even at drama club, she was never given the main character. She considered herself smart, but never the top of the class. She wasnât that pretty either, wouldn't stand out in a crowd, nor in her friend group.Â
She was okay with that. It never bothered her, not really.
But she grew up looking at him. They werenât friends, not really. They were classmates. But he seemed to always involuntarily orbit her life. She remembers him in elementary school, when he swallowed a tooth while he ate a sandwich. He had many friends, even back then, he always found a way of bringing people in. She remembers middle school too, when someone found out she liked him and went around telling everyone, people mocked her, looked down at her, cause why would he ever like her back? She was absolutely delusional. He was gorgeous, every girl liked him; he was popular, more than sheâll ever be.
During high school their social circles melted together, I guess thatâs what happens when you like similar things as you grow up in the same school. The Drama club was the best place on earth according to her, and that group of people became one of the reasons she looked forward to living every day. It made her feel like she belonged, even if she wasn't the main one, she was okay with that.
Drew, instead, even at the plays, was always the main one. He was talented, really talented. He didnât want to become an actor, he always said, he just enjoyed it.
Every dialogue their characters shared in any of their plays repeated in her hair for hours to end. She memorized the way he pronounced the words, the way his eyes softened.Â
She liked him as long as she could remember. She used to say he was her first love, now she wouldnât call it love, you canât love someone that has never even looked at you that way. But she liked him, still, god she liked him so much, she had always found herself drawn to him.
She lifted her head on the hallways when she noticed him around, her headphones blasting Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. He always acknowledged her, in some way or another, his eyes met hers and he waved, or nodded. Unless his girlfriend was around.
Juliette. She was cute, really, a year younger than them and a gaze that irradiated sweetness. He had declared to her a few months into their senior year, with a poem he made the drama club friends listen to make sure it wasn't too cheesy. It was a dream, actually, something she imagined herself being the protagonist of.
Drew always found a way to bring up her girlfriend. They could have been talking about Disney films and he would mention that her girlfriend also liked the same character as her. She hated it, but just smiled and nodded.
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She found ways to get annoyed at him. It was easier. She hated his snobbish poetry and the way he refused to practice their scenes until it was too late. She hated the way he looked at her, and that she couldnât look away until he did.Â
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She was outside on the balcony, the blue light from inside the house contrasted against the light of the North Carolina stars. Some friends had organized a farewell party for the seniors. She went out to take a break from the drink table, having had more than a few. She lit up a cigarette, the last one, the lucky one, the one you turn around once you open a package and save it last to ask for a wish.Â
âThat is so bad for you,â he chuckled, leaning his back against the railing, next to her.
She turned slightly, noticing the way the blue leds reflected on his white t-shirt, she smiled softly and let out a puff of smoke. âNot really, if I only smoke at parties.â
Drew leaned just slightly, he always did that, leaning a little closer when it was just the two of them. âShare?âÂ
She frowned, but extended her hand, anyway. âThought you didnât smoke.â
He reached for the cigarette, his fingers brushing hers unconsciously, and she breathed out again. âI donât.â
He then pressed the cigarette against the railing, spending it, then threw it out the balcony. She might have killed him, or kissed if she were brave enough and the girlfriend factor wasn't there.
âHey!âÂ
He just shrugged, snickering softly as he watched the cig fall, then turned back to her with a smirk.
She scoffed in resignation, but her eyes met his almost automatically. âI must let you know that you killed the best cigarette I've ever had.â
âAt least you'll live.â
Her frown deepened, but also her smile. He didnât care if she lived or died. âAs if youâd miss me.â
âHey, of course I'll miss you.â
âThat's bullshit.â She shook her head, trying, for a second, to pry her eyes away from the smirk on his lips.
He looked away too, the same moment she did. He stared out the balcony at the nightsky, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head. âSo⌠NYU? that 's far.â
âThat's the point.â She smiled, looking down at her nails. Then she inevitably looked back at him again. âDonât know, stay here. Probably go into engineering. I can't leave, Julieâs here.â
âRight.â She paused for a second, then continued. âYouâre lucky you got someone.â
He shrugged, grinning to himself. She couldnât help but wonder what would feel like being the cause of a smile like that.Â
She bit the inside of her cheek. âDid you have a drink yet?â
âHmh,â he nodded. âI'm fine for the night.â
âOf course, well I do want another, so if youâll excuse me,â she smiled. âDonât stop being nice,â
âSure, keep calling me nice.â As she turned around his hand brushed her arm, impossible to know at this moment of the night if it was real or just her imagination.Â
That night she dreamed of that encounter, the alcohol dizzying her even more into a fantasy in which he grabbed her hand and kissed her goodbye.
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She saw him just one more time before leaving for New York.
She had come to realize they werenât really friends during this get together with the drama club, suddenly pairs had formed, everyone in the circle deep in conversation with the person beside them.Â
She found herself sitting in a two body couch next to Drew, hyper aware of his presence. No alcohol involved this time she looked around awkwardly. The courage to converse wasnât there like in the night of the party weeks ago. She realized they didnât really have anything to talk about, they just shared glances a few times and waited for the other to spark into conversation. Yeah, they werenât even friends honestly.
At that moment she also realized she couldnât really like him. It was probably the mental image she had idealized of him. They werenât even close enough to have a sober conversation, why did she think she was drawn to him?
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A girl never gets over her first love, but he wasnât her first lover. He was the first boy she saw, the first one she was interested in. Her first crush, who she wrote a love letter once and his best friend found out and told everyone, Drew never once mentioned it to her.
This wasnât a love story, she couldnât write a love letter and drop it on his locker mysteriously. She wouldnât be the eternal secret admirer.Â
âI just decided I had to get over it,â she told her friend once. âItâs just weird cause iâve liked many people but somehow my mind always comes back to him.â
She watched too many movies when she was younger, too many tales about princesses finding their prince.
He was never her first love, or maybe he was; it didnât matter anymore because she was never his. He never liked her back, he had never never looked at her the way she looked at him.
Still, each time she remembers him, she feels again like that girl in 5th grade who couldnât stop looking at him, wondering what he was thinking.
let me be very honest i'm not getting through everyone but i will try my very hardest to at least do the characters that I have a good amount of headcanons about :)
also although i have included my ocs in this post. i will not be making a separate post for them like the other characters
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