OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE!! đ I love a chance meeting AU. So sweet. Drake never stood a chance.
oh florist au for drake and louisa would be so cute if possible!
Hi, Nonny! I randomly got inspired to write this little scene today. I hope you like it!Â
âMaxwell! Where the hell are you? I am definitely not the one who is supposed to be handling thisâŠstuff,â Drake hisses into his phone as he paces through the Greenwich Ballroom in the Four Seasons New York.Â
First it was the caterer asking about the desserts table, then the tablescapist (which sure as hell sounds like a made-up âjobâ to Drake) wondering if theyâd decided for sure on the cream colored napkins instead of the white napkins, and now the band questioning what time theyâre supposed to start. It seems like was every vendor involved with this shindig, a New York wedding reception for Liam and Bea, has arrived at once and they all have questions for Drake who had the misfortune to arrive first. The ballroom is a scene of chaos as itâs prepared for the party and Maxwell, the self-appointed party planner, is MIA. Liam and Bea are spending the day with her family and wonât arrive for another couple hours and Drake doesnât want to bother them with these stupid details.Â
âGet your ass over here, Maxwell, or Iâm just going to let these people do whatever the hell they want,â he growls in frustration as he hangs up on and immediately starts dialing Hana. She at least would have half a clue what to do with all this. Her line rings and Drake rakes a hand through his dark hair before tugging at the tight collar of his dress shirt.Â
âCome on, Hana. Answer the phone. Answer the damn phone,â he mutters as the phone keeps ringing. He dodges a cater waiter who rushes past with a tray laden with glasses.Â
âExcuse me! Where do you want these?â a womanâs bright, almost melodic voice comes from somewhere behind Drake.
âJust a sec,â he tosses the words over his shoulder. When Hana chirps a greeting, Drake breathes a sigh of relief, but it turns into a groan when he realizes itâs just her voicemail.Â
âYeah, if I wait âjust a sec,â youâre going to have a real mess on your hands, so if you could at least point me in the right directionâŠâ
Drake turns on his heel, frustration and annoyance rolling off of him. His eyes widen when heâs met with an impressively large array of white roses and other fragrant blooms. From somewhere behind the foliage, the voice calls out to him again.
âSeriously, these are getting heavy and Iâm not sure how much longer I canâŠ.oh, damn!â the woman lets out a yelp as the flowers in her arms sway precariously.Â
Drake quickly pockets his phone and takes one of the massive arrangements from her. He hefts it to one side and frowns. Heâs intent on giving this person a piece of his mind, but instead his mouth falls open when the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen.Â
âThanks!â
âIâŠuhâŠyeah,â Drake stutters. Heâs staring at her and he realizes itâs getting embarrassing, but he canât seem to tear his eyes away from her. Waves of dark hair cascade down her shoulders and frame a heart-shaped face. Her brown eyes sparkle brightly and her full lips, a perfectâs cupid bow, are curled into a wide smile. Sheâs dressed in a light cream-colored sweater and dark jeans, but the casual look doesnât detract a bit from her curvy frame or the immediate physical attraction he feels to her.Â
âSo, where are we going with these?â
âWith what?âÂ
âThe ridiculously over-the-top floral arrangements weâre currently holding?â she tilts her head to one side, considering him with an amused look on her face. âI was told youâre the one in charge of this operation.â
âI definitely am not. Do I look like a party planner to you?â
âHonestly, you like a guy who could use a drink,â she laughs and Drake feels some of the tension heâs felt since arriving at this swanky place dissipate. He smiles back at her and nods.Â
âYouâve got that right, but unfortunately the bar isnât open just yet.âÂ
She just looks at him for a long beat and Drake shifts a little under her scrutinizing gaze. Heâs not sure what sheâs looking for, but when a dull blush warms his face, she bites her lip and then grins at him.Â
âWhat time is the party?â she asks, striding away from him with her flowers and toward the one of the tables. Drake follows and sets his vase down next to hers.Â
âUh, itâs in a couple hours. Why?âÂ
âBecause, believe it or not, thereâs more than one bar in New York and you really look like you could use that drink. Whiskey man, right?âÂ
âYeah. How did you know?â he asks. Drakeâs head spins, trying to keep up with this woman. Sheâs already heading toward the door, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow.Â
âYouâve got whiskey written all over you, even in that monkey suit that your probably hate. It looks good on you though.âÂ
âI donât even know you,â he says even as he starts following her, weaving past people and tables. âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âIâm Louisa and youâre cute when youâre all flustered. Is that a good enough reason?â she laughs when he blushes again. She pauses and turns back to him, a sudden serious look on her face. âListen, Iâve been through some stuff. I made some promises to myself to take chances, to leap without looking at least once in a while. I was just helping out a friend with the flowers on my day off and sheâs got it from here. You have a couple hours before your big fancy soiree and Iâm offering to buy you a drink. Now, are you coming or not?âÂ
Drake looks around at all the work left to be done and hesitates. God, he wants to ditch this place and follow this woman, Louisa, wherever she wants him to go. Something about her sparked something in him and he wants to find out what it is, what it could be. ButâŠ
âIâd love to. I really, really would,â he tells her regretfully, âbut my friends are counting on me andâŠâ
âIâm here! Iâm here! Iâm here!â Maxwell suddenly runs into the room shouting. He does a little spin and skids to stop next to Drake. âThere was a dog parade in the park, Drake! A. DOG. PARADE. Little corgis just like Earl Grey and big dogs and this one that looked like a mop! It was amazing! But Iâm here now, so letâs get to work!âÂ
âYou get to work,â Drake claps Maxwell on the shoulder before starting after Louisa who offers him another brilliant smile that he meets with one of his own, âIâm going to get a drink.â Â
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Yes.
Whoever writes for Damien should just be hired for all the â30 diamondâ scenes
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This was one of the first posts I ever made for this ridiculous site and even though it is truly so dumb, I still love it đ
IF YOU CHOOSE LIAM YOU GET TO ENJOY A HOT TUB AND A STEAMY MASSAGE AND NECK KISSES.
IF YOU CHOOSE DRAKE YOU GET TO PLUNGE INTO ARCTIC WATERS AND STEAL A BRIEF KISS WHILE YOU FREEZE YOUR TITS OFF.
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This is a triumph.
Damn, Daniel! (NSFW Alphabet)
Like I said before, shittiest bar⊠but the best service. Howâd that wine treat you? We have some fine scotch, imported from only the rarest of countries that youâve never heard of. Oh, I do hope youâre settled in for the evening. The main courseâs just beginning, and my dears, itâll leave you begging for more, until the very last bite. The nightâs just begun⊠and yes, of course, whiskey, coming up. I promise you that youâll leave tonight⊠simply satisfied.
Note: A NSFW Alphabet brought to you on this Thirsty Thursday by @boneandfur and myself. A huge shoutout to her letting me hop on this crack ship train. Please enjoy!
Pairing: Daniel The Waiter x TRR MC, Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 9,474â get some wine, block some shit on moblie, and sit back.Â
Warnings: Language, NSFWâ and a very LONG FIC. Please block long post, nsfw, Choices Thirsty Thursday, Damn Daniel if you do not want to scroll on mobile. A Read More is attached after the picture, but Tumblr is shit.
Summary: While Daniel remains MIA, we explore through saucy, funny, and angsty drabbles that there was always a little more to Riley and Danielâs friendshipâŠ.
Permatags: @youwontlikewherewewillgo, @mfackenthal, @jadedpixiescribbles, @ashtonmore, @pbchoicesobsessed, @hhiggs
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Obsessed with these two. So much fun. Thank you for this!
Names - Damien x MC
Book: Perfect Match
Pairing: Damien Nazario x MC (Gabi Park)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1320
Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff
Summary: The morning after getting Winona Johnson on their side and while everyone else is out to brunch, Damien and Gabi spend a lazy morning together.Â
Based on the prompts: Pet Names, Cozy Night Morning In
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âDamien, wakey-wakeyâŠâ
The only response to Gabiâs sing-song calling is a muffled semblance of go away from the Damien-shaped lump on the bed. Heâd passed out after their very enjoyable second round this morning. Gabi grins at his prone form, taking more than a little pride in the fact that she basically sexed him into exhaustion. Heâs splayed across their bed in Steve and Nadiaâs guest room, blanket slung low on his hips. Gabi bites her lower lip looking down at the smooth expanse of his muscled back and the curve of his buttocks that disappears under the rumpled sheets.Â
âDamienâŠif you donât wake up, Iâm going to eat all of the breakfast that I poured my heart and soul into making for you,â Gabi warns him. She nudges him until he shifts over just enough for her to settle on the edge of the bed.Â
âIf you made it, itâs probably in my best interest not to eat it anyway,â Damien grumbles as he rolls over onto his back. Â
âOi!â
Damien just laughs when she kicks him for his comment. The sound is deep and husky this morning and it makes a coil of heat spiral through Gabi. She sets mugs of coffee and a plate of toast with jam (heâs not entirely wrong about the extent of her cooking abilities) on the bedside table and then turns back to Damien.Â
Her heart melts a little seeing that heâs closed his eyes again and is dozing softly. His brown hair is mussed across his pillow and the stubble on his cheek is dark against his skin and sharp lines of his jaw. His mouth, fallen open as he snores softly, look too inviting to resist and Gabi cups his cheek to runs a her thumb along his lower lip. His eyes flutter open and Damien smiles sleepily at her before kissing her thumb. He looks so sexy and so adorable. And heâs mine, Gabi thinks to herself with a happy little sigh.
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I MISS DRAKE WALKER!! Ok now that Iâve gotten that out of the way, thank you for writing this beautiful fic! Loved it and smiled like crazy throughout the entire thing!
The Real Surprise (Drake x MC)
Pairing: Drake X Jaela
Word Count:Â 3,815
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language, Pure Fluff
Description: Drake has a surprise for Jaela, but itâs too bad she ruined it after a late night walk around the duchy⊠or did she?
Author Note: Happy Drake and Jaela! Fluff! Who am I? Well, I donât know. But please enjoy this pure as all heck fluffy piece with Drake and Jaela. MASTERLIST
When Drake first proclaimed that heâd build the crib for their first child, Jaela was sure he was just pulling her leg, making this declaration while he rubbed her back as she threw up from the morning sickness in the tenth week of pregnancy.Â
âMakeâ youâre going to make the crib? Safety regulations andâ shitââÂ
And sheâs back to puking, Drake holding back her hair and making circles with his hand between her shoulder blades, talking, not acknowledging his puking wife (purely because itâs been the norm over the past week), arms wrapped around her porcelain savior. âIt shouldnât be too hard to follow the regulations. Besides, wouldnât be it so great if they can pass it down to their child andâŠâ
âYouâre thinking of grandchildren already?!â Jaela whips around, wiping her mouth, eyes wide. Drake flushes, brushing hair out of her face. âThis baby isnât even big as my hand and youâre ready for grandkids?!â
âJust getting ahead of myself, Abdi,â Drake says and Jaela softens when he touches her stomach, just a tiny, invisible to all but them (and Maxwell, since he called it before Jaela even knew) bump there. âBut think about it⊠theyâll have their own special crib that no other kid has. And weâll justâŠâ He kisses her forehead. âI just want to make something special for them. Weâve waited so long. Itâll be perfect, I swear. Just let me build this for them. If you donât like it, or donât think itâs safe⊠then weâll buy one. But⊠I want to try.â
Jaela nods and smiles, even if sheâs bent over the toilet, throwing up once more at three pm on a Thursday after she ran out of a meeting on tax reform, because she canât wait to see what heâll do.Â
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@ PB: Thank you, next
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Sent by @li11i
âAs a âdiamond choicesâ player I was baffled at Americaâs Most Eligibleâs last ditch attempt to have the MC win if you did not gain any allies. Even as someone who tried to befriend everyone I only got 3 allies (The LIs) on my own. Youâre pretty much FORCED to pay diamonds to win. Itâs ridiculous. I hope Pixelberry learns from this mistake or stops the whole ârelationship pointsâ entirely. They obviously donât know how to use it properly and fairly for all their players.â
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MODâS PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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Love this story so much! And itâs making me think Iâm overdue for a Lovehacks replay... đ
Keep Quiet - Mark x MC (NSFW)
After last weekâs chapter, Iâve been obsessed with Markâs saying âI wouldnât be able to resist making you scream.â This fic is the result.Â
Definitely NSFW below the cut.Â
âZoeyâŠ.that bed is really tempting right now.â
âOh I know,â Zoey murmurs, eyeing Markâs lips, trying to resist the temptation to kiss him again, âbut all of our friends are right on the other side of that doorâŠâ
âWe could be really quiet?â Mark says hopefully as he gives her his best puppy dog eyes.
Zoey chuckles and playfully pushes at Markâs shoulder.
âDo you know me at all?â she teases. Mark grins at that and a half a second later heâs ducking his head and giving her another toe-curling kiss as he walks her back toward the bed.
Zoey laments, not for the first time, how much time they wasted. She really wouldnât change anything about their story, but when he kisses her like this she wishes, if only for a moment, that theyâd gotten together all those years ago in college. Â
The back of her knees meet the edge of her mattress and she falls backwards, sitting on the bed. Mark leans down, hands braced either side of her, and stares down at her. Zoey feels heat pool low in her belly at the way he looks at her - intent and serious.
âYouâre right. We really shouldnât do thisâ Mark says in a husky voice, âbecause I wouldnât be able to resist making you scream.â
His voice drops to a low whisper breathing hotly in her ear on the last word and Zoeyâs gasps, âMark!â
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IN TWO YEARS PB GOES FROM MOSTLY FEMALE MCâS, UNBALANCED LIâS TO SUIT A STRAIGHT FEMALE PLAYER DEMOGRAPHIC, TO NOW HAVING THE PAST FOUR RECENT BOOKS WITH M/F MCâS, SLIGHTLY MORE BALANCE LIâS, MORE DIVERSITY, LIâS YOU CAN CUSTOMIZE, A POSITIVE POLY RELATIONSHIP, TO HAVING A BOOK WHERE YOU CAN CHOOSE WHO WILL BE INTERESTED IN YOU/OR TO BE ARO AND HAVING A CHARACTER SAY THEY ARE ARO-ACE. YOUR VOICE IS BEING HEARD AND REPRESENTATION MATTERS.
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pining is 100000% the most important aspect of pre-relationship fic for me. good-natured whole-hearted pining filled with lovelorn gazing and chest aching and fluttering touches, thatâs my top priority. i was put on this earth to watch characters suffer over the profundity of their love for another person. unrequited love is why god made me. characters finding out that their feelings are reciprocated after long months/years of suffering is why the universe was assembled from nothingness. amen.
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Choices stories as b99 gifs
the freshman
most wanted
rules of engagement
the royal romance
the crown and the flame
endless summer
lovehacks
the haunting of braidwood manor
hero
high school story
it lives
red carpet diaries
home for the holidays
perfect match
bloodbound
veil of secrets
americas most eligible
desire & decorum
across the void
big sky country
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itâs been 10 years since 3oh!3 said âtell ur boyfriend if he says he has beef that im a vegetarian and i ainât fuckin scared of himâ and itâs still the hardest lyric of all time
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Omg a JVN gif!! Happy days đđ Thanks for the reblog @ooo-barff-ooo!
Wake Up Call- Drake x MC
I was inspired to write this after todayâs chapter- Drake and MC finally got to spend an entire night together!?! So great!
But I couldnât help thinking- what could have happened in the morning? Did anyone see her leaving his tent? This kind of just flowed from that thought. Itâs a bit rushed and rough but I wanted to get it out straight away. I hope you enjoy!
Rating- PG. Very mild. Some innuendo. Plus a shirtless Drake. đ
Riley woke when the first rays of light hit the tent, silently grumbling at natureâs early wake up call. She started to roll over but froze when she remembered where she was.
This was Drakeâs tent. A thrill ran through her at the thought. She had spent an entire night in Drakeâs arms for the first time. The first of many, she thought to herself with a smile. She hadnât slept so soundly in months- enveloped in the warmth of his body and comforted by his mere presence. She could feel him still sleeping behind her and decided to risk turning to face him. His arm was slung loosely over her hip and she tried to twist herself around as slowly and quietly as she could without disturbing him, before settling into place and sucking in a breath at the sight of him.
He looked so at peace in the cool morning light, and younger somehow. She watched his bare chest as it rose and fell in a slow, comforting rhythm. In their current cramped quarters, his solid build dominated the space, leaving her feeling safer than she had in weeks. He had joked the night before about being the protector of the group, but Riley knew it was true- especially when it came to her.
She noticed his hair falling across his face and forced herself to resist brushing it back. She didnât want to wake him. Not yet. She gazed at his relaxed face and knew she didnât want to do anything to break the spell of this brief, perfect moment.
âI can feel you staring at me, Johnson.â
Drakeâs eyes were still closed but a small smile played on his lips. Riley stifled a laugh and swatted at his chest.
âYouâre supposed to be asleep, Mr. Walker.â
âSo are you.â
He opened one eye and smiled before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. She nestled into him as she had done the night before, quietly breathing in his scent and trying to memorise it. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat match the pace of her own. It was so rare for them to find privacy of any kind. To have had eight or nine uninterrupted hours with him was a true treat.
âIâm glad youâre here, Johnson.â
His quiet words interrupted her thoughts. She lifted her head to look at him, marvelling at the soft expression on his face. He was so often guarded and on edge, but with every passing week she could feel him open up to her more and more. It was intoxicating.
She smiled widely and manoeuvred herself closer to him, bringing her hands to his chest and resting her chin on them.
âIâm glad youâre glad. Coz even if you wanted to, you canât get rid of me now.â
He laughed softly and shook his head. âNo chance of that.â
Her heart warmed at his words and she settled down against him again.
They remained that way for what felt like a fleeting moment before Drake picked up his watch and groaned.
âItâs already 7am, Johnson. You had better get back to your tent before anyone else wakes up.â
Riley held him tighter. âIâm not leaving. I live here now. Besides, youâre so warm. Iâll freeze out there.â
âMaybe Iâll have to warm you up later.â
âDrake!â She sat up in surprise as he laughed. She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. âDonât say things like that if you arenât going to follow though.â
He sat up too and looked her square in the eyes. âI mean it.â He pulled her into a long, deep kiss and she couldnât stop herself from moaning into his mouth. She was so completely gone for this man, in a way she had never been before. The only thing that gave her any relief was the fact that he was just as hooked on her.
Riley reluctantly untangled herself from Drake and stood up. She unzipped the tent and stepped outside, allowing herself one final grin over her shoulder to Drake. She turned away from the tent and let out a yelp at the sight in front of her, stopping dead in her tracks. Drake scrambled up to the door of the tent and poked his head out, alarmed by her cry.
âRiley, what is it?!â He only used her first name when he was truly worried about her, and somewhere in the back of her mind she noted his sweet concern. But they had more pressing issues at hand. She moved aside so he could witness what she was seeing.
Maxwell.
Sitting at the campfire, and staring straight at them.
âGood morning, lovebirds.â
He was as chipper as ever, but there was a slight edge to his voice that Riley hadnât heard before- Anger? Anxiety? She couldnât be sure.
Drake spoke first. âLook, Maxwell-â
Maxwell cut him off with a wave of his hand. âDrake, Iâm not going to tell anyone. Actually, Iâm just surprised itâs taken this long for you to get caught. And in the tent right next to mine? Scandalous! I have to say, Riley, Iâm shocked I didnât hear anything last night. I thought youâd be more⊠vocal.â
Drake stepped out of the tent in a rage. âDonât talk to her like that.â His voice was low and seething, and Riley put a hand on him arm to stop him from moving towards Maxwell.
She knew she had to say something to diffuse the situation, and quickly.
âMaxwell, Iâm sorry you had to find out like this. But Iâve been trying to tell you how I felt about Drake for weeks! Every time I did, you would cut me off and virtually dance around the room with your hands over your ears.â
Maxwell sheepishly looked at the ground, avoiding meeting her eye. âI know, Riley. And I am happy for you guys. Iâm just worried about what all this will mean for House BeaumontâŠâ He trailed off and looked up at Drake. âAnd Savannah.â
Drake took a deep breath. âSavannah is my responsibility, Maxwell. Iâll always take care of her- now I know where she is.â
He glowered at Maxwell, whose guilt was written plainly across his face before he spoke again.
âOk look, um, we can talk about this later. Thereâs something else you guys should know.â
Drake and Riley looked at each other in alarm before turning back to Maxwell.
âItâs about Liam.â
Rileyâs eyes flitted to Liamâs tent in a panic as her mind raced with thoughts of what Maxwell may say next.
âDonât worry, heâs not here. He left about an hour ago, said he had a breakfast meeting back on the train.â
She exhaled, relieved she wouldnât have to walk on eggshells for the next few hours she intended to spend with Drake.
Maxwell was tense as he continued. âBut Riley? Liam poked his head into your tent to say goodbye. He knows you didnât sleep there.â
Her stomach dropped instantly. Their night of camping and innocent fun had turned into more drama than she could ever have anticipated. But it was a wake up call they all needed. Everything had to come out eventually.
It was time.
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