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axwalker · 4 years ago

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Jealousy--One Shot

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2. Engagement Tour.

Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC)

WORDS: I’m using my WD golden ticket so 3,000 words.

POV: Dual

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT!! 🍋🍋🍋 A very frustrating Drake and Alexis.

ALL MY FICS ARE +18 !!!!

I’m participating in the @wackydrabbles prompts. This week’s prompt is “I can’t do this anymore.”

I apologize for any grammatical errors.

Tags in the comments ;)

DRAKE

Standing next to my window, I admire the Roman ruins of the Palatine hills as the royal train rolls into Rome. I’ve always loved Italy, but something about this trip is getting to me. It might be the woman occupying the cabin next to mine. It might be the fact that my best friend is almost as crazy about her as I am. Almost. He can’t possibly care for her the way I do. I down the rest of my glass and pick up a simple shirt and a pair of pants for tonight’s banquet. Fuck the black tie.

Since O’Brien came back to court, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. As a result, I’d cut off a leg tonight just to lay eyes on her again. I crave her like a drug. I spent the last few days debating with myself, and each day I grow a little more desperate, my arguments growing wilder and less probable by the minute. “Maybe” is how every single thought began, each one borne of desperation. Maybe I can make Liam understand that I’m crazy about the woman he loves. Maybe he’ll understand that I’ve been lying for months. Maybe Alexis will realize that she wants a quiet life with me. It’s a weakness on my part; I just need to get through this banquet without giving into it.

Thank God there’s a bar. I’m going to need something to make this experience tolerable. I grab a whiskey and drink half of it before I even head to my table. I’m halfway there when my eyes meet Kiara’s. She’s been leaving me flirty messages since we built the barn to celebrate Liam’s engagement. She’s a beautiful and smart woman but I couldn’t be less interested.

“Come with me,” she says, pulling at my elbow. “I saved you a seat.”

At that very moment, Lexie walks in. She’s wearing a red silk dress that matches her lips, pours over her curves, and reveals only a hint of cleavage while allowing you to imagine what you can’t see too fucking easily. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, highlighting her long neck and her gorgeous face. As always, I seem to settle on her mouth. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her wear red lipstick before, and, for some reason, this opens an entire box of fantasies. I want to see it soiled. To kiss her so hard that neither of us can breathe. To pull back and find that mouth ajar, panting, the lipstick a red blur around the edges., I want it so badly I’m not sure how I’ll get through the goddamn night without having it. My hands sliding that silk dress over her head, learning every inch of her the way I’ve dreamed about for months. Except right now, Lexie’s eyes are fixed on the point where Kiara’s arm is linked with mine, and her expression—sad and wounded—is like a knife to my chest. I step away from Kiara, grabbing my drink and draining it. “I’m sitting with Maxwell and Olivia,” I tell her firmly.

“Doesn’t Lexie look gorgeous?” Max asks. My eyes move across the room again. Her red dress shimmers, sticks on her curves. `

“She looks like she needs more clothes,” I complain.

“Olivia helped her choose that dress,” Max says with a brow arched. “It fits her like a glove.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “That’s sort of the problem.”

My gaze is still on her, though. Moving up from her hips to her waist to her breasts, back up to that mouth of hers. I picture it again; the lipstick smeared, her breathless under me. And then a single hand cups her hip bone, visible through the thin silk, and I’m ejected from my fantasy at high speed. My lust transforms into rage in a single breath. Fucking Signore Francesco Lombardi. When everyone finally takes their seats, I discover that she and Francesco are at the table on the other side of mine, giving me a painfully direct view of the two of them. Whenever she stands, his eyes are on her, devouring her. He paws at her when she returns, jumping to pull out her chair but managing to get his fucking hands over approximately sixty percent of her body when he does it. And if he tries to look down her dress one more time, I’m definitely taking him out. I don’t give a fuck about our diplomatic relationships with Italy. I go to the bar again and ask for another glass of Macallan. Tonight it’s either get drunk or completely lose my shit in front of hundreds of witnesses. Pretentious food and great speeches are given out that I don’t notice. She is more real to me than anything in this room or out of it, the only thing I can see. No one knows her fears like I do. No one knows how fragile she really is, how deeply sweet. How funny and smart and kind. But I know. And for all the fighting we’ve done, there aren’t two people in this room as made for each other as the two of us. My world is constructed entirely of rules about what I owe Liam –my education, my career, and so many other things. But somehow, it excludes the only thing that matters to me. Her. If it weren’t for how Liam feels about her, she’d be here with me tonight. I watch her say something to Liam, and he nods, his eyes telling her how he feels. Jealousy runs through my veins.

“Enough,” I say quietly as I stand. I don’t know what possesses me to follow her. I know, with every bone in my body, that I have no claim on her. But I saw that look in Liam’s eyes, the one that says he’ll do anything for her, and I found myself on my feet. She’s halfway down the hall by the time I reach her. She looks over her shoulder warily when she hears me, but she is too late. I’m already there. I grab her elbow before she has time to react and pull her into an empty office. She stiffens and pulls back, ready as always to fight. Eyes flashing and hands on her hips. Seething before I’ve even said a word. “You have no right to—” That’s when I cup her jaw and capture that mouth I’ve longed for the whole goddamn night.

ALEXIS

His mouth comes down on mine, demolishing my pathetic attempt to object. He seizes it thoroughly, with such certainty, as if he’s spent his entire life practicing for this precise moment. His hands raking back through my hair, his tongue finding mine as he presses against me. His mouth moves over my neck, and he groans, a noise of both despair and satisfaction.

“You didn’t want me a week ago, but now you do?” I start to push back, but he holds me tight against him.

“I just don’t want you stuck in a shitty ranch with a poor veterinarian when it all ends. It was never about not wanting you.” I know there are other reasons why I’m supposed to object, but they escape me. I’ve wanted this too long, his hands on my body, my skin pressed against his, and his mouth creating a trail of kisses down my neck. It’s right. I’ve known nothing in my life with such certainty as the fact that nothing in the world matters more to me. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, and then he pulls one strap of my dress down, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder and collarbone, almost reverently. Nipping with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. He pulls the dress down to my waist, unclasps my bra with a single hand. He cups my breasts, bringing his mouth to them in the same way, sharp and sweet at once and creating a need in me so intense that it borders on pain. I gasp and arch toward him, submitting entirely as my head falls backward against the wall. He pulls back just enough to see my face. His chocolate eyes are dark now as he searches mine, looking there for something he desperately needs. Permission. He wants permission. As if I’d ever tell him no.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“You’re sure?” His voice is gruff with desire. And when I nod, he pushes the dress over my hips and allows it to slide to the floor. His hands follow, skating over my hips, down my thighs, and I stand before him now in nothing but panties and heels. “That fucking dress nearly killed me,” he says, smoothing my skin as he kisses me again. He pushes against me, his shirt against my bare skin, his erection pressed hard to my stomach, a quick pulse there as if he is desperate for friction. He slides his index finger under the elastic of my panties. The moment he touches me, my whole body jolts.

“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “You’re already soaked.” His finger slips back and forth, lightly, in torturous circles before it pushes inside me.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my body bowing toward him. He adds a second finger, and this time his groan is louder than mine.

“Jesus, Lex,” he growls. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

I unclasp his belt and unzip his pants reaching down to pull him from the confines of his boxers. He is thick and heavy in my hands, hissing as my fingers wrap around him, tugging gently.

“Stop,” he exhales after a minute. “I’m not gonna last if you do that, and there are so many things I want to do to you first.”

He pushes my panties down and lifts me up almost simultaneously, turning to deposit me on the table behind us. He kisses me once, hard. “Lie back,” he commands. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs so I’m displayed before him. Suddenly, his fingers are joined by quick swipes of his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Drake … just—”

His mouth and tongue lick and brush and pull, creating flames that begin there and spread all the way to my toes. I try to move, but his free hand clamps down on my thigh, holding me in place.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this every goddamn night for months, Alexis. So let me.”

I can’t even nod in agreement because suddenly, everything inside me is building so quickly that I can’t tell where I am or where I’m going.

“Oh,” I gasp. And then his fingers push inside me and I explode with a cry of ecstasy and surprise, arching against his mouth. He doesn’t pull back, but instead slides his hands beneath my legs and tugs me closer, buries his face to create wave after wave of something I never thought would happen in the first place.

“Holy shit,” I breathe. He leans over to kiss me and when he does, I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him against me so suddenly that he gasps in my mouth.

“Lexie,” he groans.

“Please,” I whisper. It seems impossible for anyone to be more satisfied than I am now, yet I still need the very thing Drake wants most, the thing he is so sure he shouldn’t give. He looks tortured and pulls back, but I tighten around him, pressing him against me. “Don’t even think about stopping right now.” He shifts his hips just enough that he is pressing right there, not inside me but mere seconds away from it. In a single pulse, he could be buried deep inside me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice tight. “Do we need …”

“No,” I beg. “Just do it. I’m on the pill.”

He pushes in, barely. He’s so thick that already I’m stretched to the point of pain.

“Oh fuck, Lexie,” he whispers. “God, that’s so good. Just give me a minute, or this is going to be over before it starts.”

Finally, he moves once more, going slowly, a low noise deep in his chest as he finally shoves all the way in.

“Are you okay?” he asks between clenched teeth. I nod as I adjust to the size of him, pain still outweighing the pleasure. It’s when he starts to withdraw that the pain recedes as a burst of pleasure sucks the air from my lungs. It feels too good, something so vast and all-consuming it can’t possibly end well. I never finish this way but oh my God… If it were ever going to happen, it would be now. His next thrust is faster, more certain, but he stops entirely at my sharp inhale. “Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks.

“No.” He didn’t hurt me. He stunned me. His strokes come slow and rhythmic then, as he leans over, finding my mouth with the table bracing his weight, his arms taut. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he says, holding still inside me.

“Keep going,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“Patience,” he grins. “You have no idea how hard it is not to come right now.”

I grab his ass and push upward, ignoring his warning, thrilling at the low grunt he makes. “Alexis,” he growls, “goddammit.”

His hips jerk back and then forward, almost involuntarily. It’s all I need. I cry out as it happens again, everything inside me bursting. He thrusts quick and hard, desperate now, and then stiffens with a single guttural noise as he pushes in one final time. He falls against me, his mouth against my neck, his breath warm on my skin. It’s closer than I’ve ever been to another person, and I would like to stay here, just like this, forever. But after a moment, I open my eyes when I realize what we’ve done.

It’s a little like waking from a dream. What the fuck have I done? The best sex I’ve ever had and the biggest mistake I’ve ever made just occurred simultaneously. The guilt and astonishment collide with each other. It was wrong. No matter what other considerations there are, I just slept with Liam’s best friend.

I know I don’t owe Liam anything. I came to Cordonia to see if there was something between us beyond that kiss in New York, and there wasn’t. He’s engaged to Madeleine and I’m hopelessly in love with his best friend. Bu this isn’t about me. This is about Drake.

I just became that woman. The kind of woman that would stand between two brothers. The type of woman capable of breaking a lifelong friendship in a moment of lust.

I know that sooner or later, Drake will resent me, us, if he loses Liam. Somewhere inside, I knew that, but because I wanted him and was jealous of Kiara, I chose to ignore it. He looks up at me, and his smile fades.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. There’s dread in his voice. His jaw hardens. “You regret it.”

“Drake,” I sigh, nestling in his chest. “It’s not that. It was…amazing. I just need to figure this out.”

“Figure what out?”

I bury my face in his neck. I don’t want to be having this conversation with him. I wish there was a way he could just hold me and take me to his cabin and work this all out on my own later. But there’s not. “What happens next. I mean, it shouldn’t have happened. We both know that. Liam… “

“No,” he snaps, pulling away. “Do not bring him up. Are you really going to let the way it might look to everyone outside this room dictate whether or not it’s okay? This is about us, Lexie. No one else.”

Except it’s not everyone outside this room. It’s him. Until a week ago, Drake was determined to push me away. He didn’t want to betray his best friend. He told me over and over again that he wasn’t that kind of man. That he would never forgive himself.

I let my need obliterate every reasonable thought, as usual. And in doing so, I’ve let myself down and—far worse—I may have put Drake’s friendship with Liam at risk. I pull away and grab my dress and bra off the floor.

“We have to get back out there before someone notices we’re gone.”

He buttons his shirt. “So you want to go back and continue flirting with Liam like this didn’t just happen?” he asks.

It’s right then, at that precise moment, that I realize that no matter what happens, Drake and I will never be together. Liam will always be there, between us. Right now, in our post-orgasmic bliss, Drake is not thinking straight, but I know what he will be telling me tomorrow morning. Or at least how he will be feeling. Guilty.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. “So what matters most is that we both get through the banquet like nothing happened.”

“And then what?” He growls.

His anger doesn’t scare me. “Can we please just get through the next hour?” I ask. “Liam is out there. Olivia, Max, Kiara are out there. The most important thing either of us can do right now is to act like nothing’s wrong.”

He fastens his belt and moves to the door, his jaw rigid. He’s doing what I asked, but I hate that he’s leaving mad. I’m doing this for him. I don’t want him to lose the only relationship in his life that matters to him. “Drake, wait—”

“For what?” he demands. “I just fucked you on a table, and now you’re sending me on my way. What more could you possibly need to add to that?” With those parting words, he crosses the door and walks out, leaving me heartbroken.

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annabellewynter · 2 years ago

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Hello Again!

Hi everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to say hello. I have been back on the platform for a week or two with a new handle @annabellewynter, however, I was on Tumblr and part of the Choices community for many years as speedyoperarascalparty. I decided a few years ago to leave Tumblr for personal reasons and recently I took a long hiatus from writing at all.

I’ve learned several things in my time away, and I think I’ve done a little growing up too. I thought I might share a few of the lessons I had to learn the hard way, in case it helps any people here that are struggling with whether to step away, deactivate, etc.

I do not recall how many followers I had when I left Tumblr. Although it may have felt like it mattered at the time, it truly does not, so please try not to let that be a focus for you.

I can not remember how many comments any one of my stories received, how many likes, reblogs, etc. But at the time, it seemed to be the ONLY measure of success I cared about

I do remember the moments when writing felt great. The times that a storyline clicked, I got that feeling in my stomach of euphoria. That’s what writing should feel like and it’s the reason I came back.

I also remember feeling emotionally taxed, judged, and pressured to make others happy and to compare myself to others who are more popular/well-read, or successful than myself. This came from my insecurities and no one else.

So this time around, I have rejoined the platform for me. I am writing my own stories, with my original characters. Some of the stories will be former TRR ones that I started and never finished. Some will look similar in parts and very different in others. But, I am writing for me this time, on my timeline and content I truly enjoy. If you feel like reading, you are welcome to. If it's not your cup of tea, no hard feelings in any way. Do what is right for you.

I am not really reading choices fanfiction at this point but will certainly check out a story here and there, particularly if you need a little support or encouragement, so feel free to tag me.

I am also here for anyone who might currently be feeling the way I was and would like to chat. I will not judge you, I will not talk negatively behind anyone’s back or hold any grudges. My purpose in posting this is to share my journey in the event it helps you on your own.

I wish you all the best!

Formerly,

Pamela Walker, speedyoperarascalparty,

Currently,

Annabelle Wynter

I have no idea who is even on this platform anymore, so just tagging a few of my former mutuals.

@leelee10898 @kingliam2019 @gnatbrain @jovialyouthmusic @riseandshinelittleblossom @twinkleallnight @nestledonthaveone @sweetest-marbear @bascmve01 @kimmiedoo5 @sirbeepsalot @axwalker @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @tinkie1973 @bebepac

#choices #choices fandom #choices fic writers creations #trr fanfic #trr

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moodmusicmonday · 3 years ago

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Happy Halloween from MMM!

Who wants to have a little fun today? How about an impromptu trivia game in honor of the spooky season and MMM?

Here's how it works:

- Starting at 1 PM CST, we will post 1 trivia question each hour related to a spooky-ish song or musician. We will do this until 9 PM CST.

- What do you do? Comment the answer on the post with the question ASAP! The first person to comment the correct answer gets 3 points; the second person to comment the correct answer will get 2 points. Everyone else who comments the correct answer gets 1 point.

- Whoever earns the most points by the end of the night will win an Amazon Gift Card!

So, c'mon! Let's do the Mash-- Mood Music Monday's Monster Mash, that is!

Final Thoughts...

- This game is for EVERYONE, whether you read, write or paint! Buuuuuut there is one stipulation... In order to win, you must be a follower of @moodmusicmonday .

- You can comment at ANY time; you're guaranteed at least one point if you comment correctly, so don't give up just because others have answered before you.

- We will stop accepting comments at midnight CST. I will post in the morning about our WINNER.

- Want more ways to earn points? Like and reblog each question! You'll get a point for each like and reblog.

- We will return to our normal schedule NEXT Monday, so get those songs ready!

Have fun!

Tags:

@21-wishes @alj4890 @ao719 @aussiegurl1234 @axwalker @bebepac @burnsoslow @charlotteg234 @chemist-ana @choicesmonthlychallenge @foreverethereal123 @issabees @jerzwriter @karahalloway @kat-tia801 @lovingchoices14 @marshmallowsandfire @neotericthemis @nestledonthaveone @peonierose @phoenixrising308 @queenrileyrose @quixoticdreamerr @sfb123 @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @txemrn @walkerdrakewalker @zaffrenotes

#mood music monday #moodmusicmonday #monster mash #mood music monday monster mash #music trivia

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angelasscribbles · 3 years ago

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WIP line drop and Tag

Thanks for the tag @harleybeaumont @nestledonthaveone and @karahalloway

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

Mine is from a completely unplanned Bad Romance one-shot that just popped into my head tonight for no apparent reason:

“I swear, Riley, she came up and started talking to me!”

Tagging @bebepac @dcbbw @queenrileyrose @burnsoslow @marshmallowsandfire @the-soot-sprite @argylemnwrites @axwalker @alj4890 @kat-tia801

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bebepac · 4 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday 8.08.21

Original Post: 08/08/21 at 12:30PM EST

Happy Sunday Funday Fandom. I hope that you are enjoying your weekend. I have hit my new binge fest on Netflix, which probably I would have hit my goal of finishing 3 chapters this week, however I only made it through two as I was binge watching The Flash. I apparently missed both season 6 and 7, when I was watching season 6, I thought it was season 7 but i was wrong. So I still have the majority of season 7 to catch up on now. I Love Barry and Iris!!!

I guess we can’t complain two out of three ain’t bad yo. So that’s going to continue, since it looks like the outside is getting unsafe again. Our cases in my area are way up again, and I did take the vaccine, at my job we are back to weekly testing again due to the Delta Variant. Masks aren’t mandatory yet but I think I’m going to start wearing mine again just to be safe.

Here’s what you have missed, of the series that I posted this week, in case life or Tumblr tags not cooperating got in the way:

The Life of Riley Book Two: The Home of the Ice Princess

Mia’s 🌎 World: Car Shopping🍋🍋🍋

Thanks for the six sentence tag @khoicesbyk

What are some of my other fellow writers up to? @burnsoslow @dcbbw @speedyoperarascalparty @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @ao719 @phoenixrising308 @sfb123

Going Away Bash: Beaumont Style

The Book: Beyond TRH

University Student Ellie: Chapter 3

The Pairings: Liam x Riley / Ellie x Nic (Ellie x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process: This Week’s Wacky Drabble

As the night progressed, the music slowed, and things naturally became more relaxed. Nic walked over to Ellie with a smile.

“May I have this dance?”

Ellie nodded, taking Nic’s hand.

Her brothers and her sister all knew how close Nic and Ellie were. They always seemed to know that they were more than just friends, and her going away to school could potentially change that. Ellie saying goodbye, was going to be incredibly difficult for them, and for the relationship that they currently had.

“Ellie I know why you have to go, but honestly I wish you didn’t. But I really do get it. This has been your life.” Nic’s voice was somber as he spoke.

He waved his hand around the large ballroom in a dramatic fashion. The opulent gowns, the balls, Ellie was wearing the crown jewels worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on her person, but not her tiara. She took him by his hand and led him out to the balcony.

“I know you understand me Nic. Next to my Father, you’re probably second, in who truly understands my heart. I’m sorry this hurts you that I have to leave like this, but I have to.”

“I know....you need this.”

Ellie nodded. “I do. It’s so hard being crown princess sometimes.”

“I can see that. There’s a lot of pressure on you.”

“Maybe your dad will let you come visit me in America. Or you can hitch a ride on the jet when I ask Mother and Father to let my brothers and sister come see me.”

“Ellie, you know my Dad. I barely got to your birthday ball without your father intervening. If he doesn’t let me come visit you, you know where I live.”

She slipped her arms around his neck. “Yes, I know where you live.” She laughed loudly.

“Don’t forget me okay?” Ellie’s voice was soft as she rested her head on his forehead.

“That would never be possible. I should be saying that to you.” Nic whispered.

End of Watch

Just The Way You Are: Chapter 16

The Book: TRR x Perfect Match

The Pairings: Riley x Liam / with past pairing of Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC) / Hayden!M x Kai!F

Status: Still in the writing process

Warning: Adult Content: TW Panic

*note: The majority of this chapter takes place in Riley’s past. There will be a lot of raw emotion in this chapter.

“I can’t lose Nic too. I need him.”

They needed each other. Maybe it was selfish of her, but Nicolai staying a part of her life after Nico died, had really helped her more than hurt. Even though the boy looked just like his father, and had his mannerisms; he was the only one that truly understood the pain she was feeling. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. His little heart had been broken in two after Nico's death, just like hers.

Now that Mama KH had let him start to stay with her, Riley had switched her schedule at work, so she could pick Nic up from school every day. She got a recipe book of crock pot meals so that she could have Nic a hearty dinner every night that they could eat together. Liam would come over for dinner most nights too. They had become their own little family.

“I won’t lose him too.” Riley said aloud in a shaky voice.

She regretted not taking Liam up on his offer to come along with her. He really had a way of putting her at ease, and she desperately needed that in that moment.

Riley held the sides of the sink as she took several breaths trying to calm herself. She was breathing heavily; it felt like sheer panic was gripping every part of her, her heart was thundering in her chest.

Panic was something she had dealt constantly with since Nico's passing. It had crept into her life and sat there like a low hanging dark cloud that loomed ominous over her life.

Riley grabbed her heart as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. Losing Nico was the single most hurtful thing that had ever happened in her life; it had completely annihilated her happy life as she knew it. She would never forget the day she had to say her final goodbye to him, and the tidal wave of pain that hit her life in the months that followed.

The Royal Heir

The Days the Earth Stood Still: Part 1B

The Book: TRR

The Pairings: Riley x Liam / Riley x Nico (TRR MC x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Note: Remember in this part of the flip Riley knows she’s pregnant going into Liam’s proposal.

*×*×*×*×* The Proposal *×*×*×*×*

He took Riley that evening to Prospect Park. That was where he felt like he came alive. He even had a small backpack like Riley's and it was filled with her survival gear stuff. Riley sipped on the apple juice, smiling at him.

"I know you can't get in the swing in that dress, but Riley but you look amazing in it."

"Oh this old thing?" She said smiling.

“You always look beautiful to me in everything you wear. Even that little eight dollar dress.

Liam jumped in the swing. She smiled as he screamed as he sailed over the pond.

"That almost gave me the courage to do what I came here to do."

"Liam…."

"Riley, since we ran into each other that night I knew in my heart that was where I was meant to be. That my whole entire life was leading me to you. You are like the North Star the way you have guided me into uncharted territory that I was unsure of. I want to pillage and plunder the seven seas with you by my side."

She smiled remembering all the pirate references she had made that first night.

"I knew Riley. I knew you were it for me. When you said yes to stay, I knew we would be here. This night. Together. In the city that I lost my heart, because I gave it to you. The first place I ever got my first taste of pure freedom."

"Liam there's something…"

"You changed my life for the better. I will be forever changed by your love Riley. With you free of the scandal and myself free of my farce of an engagement, I now have the opportunity to ask you the question that's been on my heart since the coronation ball."

"Liam…."

Liam fell to one knee before Riley.

"Riley Antonia Brooks, light of my life, and Queen of My Heart, will you marry me?"

Riley burst into tears before him.

He looked up at her, his sapphire blue eyes sparkled in the night.

Annnnnd it slipped. The equivalent of verbal diarrhea. Not exactly how she wanted to say those words to the King of Cordonia. But then again, how eloquent can one say those words? The way she did it was the equivalent of ripping the bandaid off. Short, sweet, and to the point.

"I'm pregnant."

Liam was completely frozen as he was kneeling before her, the shock registered in his eyes. Not only that, Liam looked confused for a second, his eyes rapidly blinking.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?"

Liam rose to his feet staring at her, his eyes resting on her form. Riley slowly nodded.

"A baby?" He whispered softly. His fingers gently ghosted the stomach of her dress.

"Riley, are you serious?"

She held out the ultrasound picture for him to take, and Liam stared down at picture, his emotions were unreadable.

"We're having a baby? You and me?"

Riley nodded. Riley couldn’t tell how he was taking the news, until he pulled her close to him.

“Riley Brooks you have given me everything I ever wanted in my life.”

Liam burst into tears hugging her.

Still working on: Everything else:

#bebepac writes #six sentence sunday #cfwc sunday six #always more than six #just the way you are #the days the earth stood still #university student ellie #trh fanfic #trh fandom #trr fanfic #trr fandom #crossovers

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argylemnwrites · 6 months ago

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WIP Abandoned No More Tag List Clean Up

Alright, thought I'd be back posting in November, but election results in my country left me not wanting to write about anything political or related to reproductive choices/family planning. But, now that the sting has faded to a dull ache of inevitability, I figure I might as well dive back in.

Given that it has been years since I posted, I figure a tag list clean up is warranted. Apologies, this seems like my most recent list, but I could be very mistaken. As usual, this will be opt in. If I don't hear from you by December 3rd, I will take you off my tag list(s). A like means "leave me where I am."

All Choices: @forallthatitsworth @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

TRR/TRH: @motorcitymademadame @iplaydrake @princessleac1 @twinkleallnight @marshmallowsandfire

@axwalker @sirbeepsalot @iaminlovewithtrr @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @hedgehogs-dilemmas

Drake x MC: @rubiwalker @walkerdrakewalker @petiteboheme @mskaneko

ICWAM: @sunnyxdazed

FoF: @burnsoslow @monstercyclops

OH: @mskaneko

Bryce x MC: empty

ROD: @burnsoslow @mskaneko @brightpinkpeppercorn

Logan x MC: @iplaydrake

Colt x MC: empty

RCD: empty

Seth x MC: empty

MOTY: empty

Levi x MC: empty

Blades: @marshmallowsandfire

Mal x MC: @brightpinkpeppercorn

TF series: empty

James x MC: empty

TWC: @burnsoslow @agentnatesewell

Nate x f!detective: empty

Mind Blind: @burnsoslow

Grayson x f!button: empty

#choices fanfiction #guess whos back #trr fanfic #drake walker x mc #open heart fanfiction #bryce lahela x mc #other assorted pairings #not adding any more specific tags because I don't have anything else remotely in progress for them at this time #never say never #but lets take this one step at a time #grrm-ing my fic #tag list clean up

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axwalker · 4 years ago

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CREEP 4: I wish I was special

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

In this chapter: Lexie and Drake spend a lot of time together. I’ve have to be honest this is a filler chapter with a bit a lot of smut 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/N: Drake’s and Lexie’s POV.

Words: 4,470

WARNINGS: SMUT! Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

TAGS ON THE COMMENTS –As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapters. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic; please do not hesitate to ask!!

Drake

I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I’m holding Lexie in my arms, and this is happening.

Damn. She tastes even better than I imagined. Soft lips, the flavor of cherries and mint and something singularly Lexie. So, fucking sweet. Her innocent tongue is hesitant at first to play with mine, making her surrender even more satisfying. She’s been the center of my world for years. She’s everything I crave, and I didn’t know how to handle the rejection of the only person who matters to me. I know that’s not an excuse; I know that I don’t fucking deserve her. Hell, if I were a better man, a man that wasn’t starving for her, I’d live her alone.

She makes me stumble into the bed- when her thighs tighten around me, and she allows me inside her perfect little mouth with hot strokes of my tongue, my hands aching over the softness of her hair, her cheeks, absorbing her unique textures with my palms.

Get yourself out of my system. My heart has just awakened again, and it breaks painfully; when I think about her words, I make a pitiful sound into the kiss. Ah God. The best night of my life could be the night Lexie cuts me off for good, and I don’t know how to stop it from happening. She’s attracted to me, but I’ve hurt her too badly to contemplate a future. A man with more self-control, maybe an older one, might stop this now. Demand to talk, to explain to her I’ve loved her for so long and so fucking deep that I can’t see straight. That I let my insecurity act on my name. But right now, I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone. I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, trying to memorize exactly how she smells, how she tastes in every single part of her. How she sounds when she moans brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again.

“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Drake.”

I want to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m… I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience. I’m not as practiced at sex as she thinks. Only one girl before I met her. After seeing those deep brown eyes, no one else would do it for me. But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl. So when she rubs against my cock and whispers, “feels good,” I almost come against in my jeans.

I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish. Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Lexie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me.

A thunder rumbles in the sky outside as she makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers grabbing my T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms slowly brushing the shape of my chest up to my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat burns me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my body—and no, no, no, I can never live without her. I’ll fade and die without her touch. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t take me out. As deep as she is inside me. I know she’ll never love me as I do her, but I need her anyway. With those directions clear and loud in the back of my head, I move toward the bed and drop down to my knees, gently laying Lexie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Lexie’s pussy through denim, and again, I want her so fucking badly, I’m worried I’m going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to slide the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, soft flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up and shut my eyes closed. God, oh God.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants. “You’re so beautiful; I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I groan, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Lexie in panties. No amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her left knee, the light blue panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to how wet she is. The slit of her sex. My senses are overloaded, my breathing uneven.

Then she blushes and bites her lip, and I understand that she’s as nervous as I am. Probably more. Fuck, this is not about me. This is about the beautiful, sweet girl underneath me. I take a moment to look at her face; her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who –for three years, has only climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and come all over the goddess in front of me. I’ll come so hard. All over her. But this is more than sex. I’m being allowed sex with the girl of my dreams. My dick is in disbelief, painfully hard and dripping with pre-come in my boxers, begging to come inside of her, instead of out. And Lexie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last?

“Lexie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny she makes me. She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans.

“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?”

I shudder so hard, my jaw almost breaks. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.” I’m a beast right now, ripping down my zipper and shoving my hand inside, beating off the raw length of my dick, my eyes traveling from her face, to her tits, to her pussy. Then circling back and starting at the beginning, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. A fucking goddess. And Lexie seems to sense my desperation and overcome her shyness because she takes down her panties and kicks them away, baring herself to me. Ironically, when I should ultimately explode because the vision she creates is such perfection, I’m determined with purpose instead. With responsibility. As soon as her pussy is out, all I can think about is tasting it, giving her an orgasm and my own sexual pain takes an immediate back seat, my jerking hand slowing in the lap of my jeans. The sight of Lexie’s body hypnotizes me.

“Can I touch you?” She nods shyly but eagerly, holding her breath. I hold mine, too, my palms gently grazing up her inner thighs and pushing them apart, spreading the pink slit between her legs, revealing the secrets I need to learn or I’ll die unsatisfied. “Tell me when I do something that feels good.”

Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the mattress, fingers digging into the blanket.

“Yes.”

Fuck. I get to give her head. I’m down on my stomach in a heartbeat, rubbing my nose through her slick folds, inhaling Lexie, something peachy, gently dragging my tongue side to side over that little button. The sight of it makes my cock pound, my tongue licking toward it automatically, on reflex…and Lexie loses her fucking mind. A sexy sound fills my ears, her fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. It’s like winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Knowing I found the exact spot that could get that reaction out of my girl has almost made me come right then. My tongue is worshipping her until I’m devouring her, doubting between French kissing her wet little pussy and teasing that perfect spot, her cries making the sweetest music in my ears.

“Drake. Drake. Don’t stop. Don’t. Please, please, please.”

When she comes, I swear to God, the taste of her is so sweet, so incredible, I go a little insane.

“I-I’m ready, Drake. Please.”

Despite how fucking bad I want her, I must make sure she wants this. I take a deep breath to calm my fucking dick, then I bend down to kiss her cute little nose and ask her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nods “Yes. God, yes.”

“I don’t have a condom. I don’t—”

“I’m on the pill. I went to the doctor myself to regulate my periods. Are you --uhm clean?”

I’ve only been with one girl three years ago, and we were safe. “I am.”

“Then I’m sure, Drake. Please, I want you so badly.”

With a choked sound, I take hold of my cock and press it to her center, my life flashing in front of my eyes when I slide in a single inch and her wet pussy clenches around me like a fist. “Oh. Fuck.” I drop my face into her neck, raking my teeth against it, my hips burning with the need to thrust. Claim. Pound her into the ground.

“Are you okay, baby?” Fuck, her eyes are shut, a painful expression in her innocent face.

“I just need a moment, Drake.”

“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” I don’t need to think about anything to distract myself. The mere fact of knowing she’s hurting is more than enough to sober me up. I cage her head in my arms and kiss her softly. I look her in the eyes, and there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. Trust.

“I lied to you, Lexie. I’ve only been with one person like this. But that was before you. Since then, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I feel her adjusting to me, so I force in another inch. It feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. “This sweet little pussy.” I search Lexie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise.

“You…waited for me.” she whispers.

My nod is jerky, teeth clenched. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal just to have you look at me?” Her breath comes in tight pants, brown eyes glazed.

“I need more. You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.”

“Soon. Soon. Just let me get myself under control.”

“Please, Drake.” Her expression is enthralled, imploring. “Fall apart.”

I “Lexie, please. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want to make it perfect for you.”

She gives me one of those smiles I craved so much, and catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock. Fuck, I want to be gentle with her, I need to but damn if she’s not making it difficult. I bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps

“Hurts,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too big.”

“What?” I struggle for awareness, my eyes unfocused as I search her face.

“Too big…” “It hurts.” Horror hits me. I’m hurting Lexie. My Lexie. Fuck no. “No, I’ll stop.”

“No.” She tightens her legs around my hips. “Just go slow.”

I kiss her front. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” My eyes focus on her pretty face. She’s so perfectly delicate. “You’re sure, baby?”

“Yes.” She kisses my mouth to reassure me, and I groan, melting at her touch, gently rolling in and out of her. It’s a painful effort to keep the slow pace, but I want her to enjoy this. I stop for a few seconds, and I search her face. If she’s still in pain, I’ll pull out of her no matter what she says. But her lips are parted, and she seems to be getting there with me, so I continue to thrust, rhythmic and measured, our eyes hot on one another. Her tight little pussy is making me insane.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, kissing her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and that perfect hair moving in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I move a little faster and she cries of pleasure. “Be mine, Lexie.”

I put my hand between us and touched her at the same spot I did when I kissed her sex. Her reaction is immediate.

“Oh god, Drake. Just there. This is—God.”

She cries one last time, and I can feel her pleasure squeezing my cock as she comes.

An invisible string is cut when I’m finally down the other side of my peak, my heaving body collapsing on top of Lexie’s. “Lexie?” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. “I’m… God. Are you okay?”

Her nod gets my blood running again.

“It finally happened,” I say, almost hoping she didn’t hear me.

“What did?”

“My fantasy came true.”

The smile she gives me is almost shy. And somehow, that’s the best part of our perfect night.

Lexie

Over the years, my mother’s voice has started to fade from my head, but I can remember her saying, “Santo Dios,” when something interested her. Or made her sit up and take notice. And watching the muscles of Drake’s back move in the darkness, I mouth those words to myself. Santo Dios. After we… After what happened … I don’t know what to call what we did. I’m scared to call it “making love.” “Sex” sounds too shallow for something so intense. “Fucking” sounds too crude, too impersonal, when what passed between us couldn’t have been more personal.

All this time, I pictured Drake meeting girls on the weekends, forgetting all about me in a quest for momentary bliss. But that wasn’t the case at all. He’s been…he waited. He waited for me. When making that confession, the raw honesty in his eyes left absolutely no doubt that he…feels something for me. Quite a lot, if I can believe what a man says in the heat of the moment. None of what Drake said felt like bullshit, though. Or a man telling a woman what she wants to hear. It was as if he’d been holding it in and pleasure broke the dam of secrets, making his walls collapsed all around me. Leaving me with the ruins of all this new knowledge.

I sit on the back porch of the cabin, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Drake connect the generator so we can have light. Thanks to the storm, the electricity isn’t working. Now, shirtless, he works on his knees in front of the machine, a frown of focus between his dark brows. Every minute or so, he stops working to glance over at me, his throat bobbing, his eyes watchful and hungry, the outline of his erection back to pressing against the front of his jeans. My newfound feminine vibrates, demands attention. I was too tired to put my pants back on, so I’m dressed in panties and a T-shirt. My lack of clothing feels forbidden, as does being alone at a cabin with a boy. For the whole night. And I don’t know what to do about the desire he’s fueled inside of me. I don’t know what to do with the excitement of knowing we’re both new –or almost, at exploring the bodies of the opposite sex…and all the ways we could do it now. Inside the cabin. Alone. No one to hear us, judge us, see us. No getting in trouble. Nothing holding us back. Except for what he did to me for two bitterly long years. Except for the fact that I need to get far away from here, from my father, and it won’t do me any good to get attached to this magnetic boy.

There can only be one night. I need to make a fresh start. I need to cut myself clean off from everything that has made me feel sad and broken in the past—and whether my heart likes it or not, Drake Walker is one of those things.

He’s looking at me right now like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And it’s that kind of intuition he seems to have about me that is going to get me into trouble. Going to make me second-guess my determination to leave him here along with everyone and everything else I’ve grown up with.

Drake sets down the tool in his hand and flips a switch, lighting up the porch. “Looks like it’s working.”

“Yeah.”

He sends me a tight smile. “They don’t call me a handyman for nothing.” It occurs to me in that moment that I don’t know a lot about Drake’s private life. I know he lives in a trailer on the other side of town. And the horrible story he told me about his family, but not much more.

I want to escape this place. Does he? “Are you…planning on hanging around Portavira after graduation?”

His movements pause ever so slightly, but I catch it. “Hadn’t thought too much about it.”

“Really?”

“No,” he sighs. “That’s a lie.” Kneeling in front of the toolbox, his jaw tightens, his gaze eventually making its way back to me. “And I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Lexie.”

“Then don’t,” I say quickly, holding my breath.

“I know you want to go to college and make something of yourself, but that -that’s not an option for me. I’m just going to stay here trying to fix this old house and honor my dad’s memory.”

He evades my gaze, and the reason why is painfully obvious. “You have nothing, nothing to be ashamed about, Drake. What you’re doing with this cabin is amazing; if this is what you want to do, you should”.

Even in the muted moonlight, I can see the reddening of his cheekbones. “Believe me, for the rest of my life, I’m going to hate myself for how I treated you. I thought…”

“What?”

He shakes his head, but answers anyway. “That night at your house, I thought when you found out I what I did for a living, that I was there to repair your roof…you remembered I wasn’t good enough for you. That you looked down on me. I thought you were ignoring me all this time because you regretted everything that happened, everything you said. You had a momentary lapse of judgement and went back onto your pedestal, out of reach of my filthy hands. It hurt to think I disgusted you. It hurt and I took it out on you.” At the end of his explanation, my mouth is hanging open. No wonder he was so mad, lashing out all the time. He thought I was ignoring him because I thought myself better. Above him. For a prideful person like Drake, being ignored because of his status would have stung worse than anything else.

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

“Because it sounds like an excuse—and I’m not making one. Ever.”

“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.”

“No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby. I’ve never stopped wanting—fuck-craving you like a madman. It just killed me to see how you were so gentle and kind to everyone but me. Even before I started -bullying you.”

Nerve tingle everywhere on my body, the need to touch and be touched by Drake increasing the temperature of my skin rapidly, making my breasts feel full, my legs weak. I’ve never tried drugs, but I understand now what addiction must be like. Fighting a pull, battling a self-destructive urge, promises an incredible high before the inevitable downward spiral. If I give him the slightest encouragement, he’s going to bring me inside and…be with me again.

Is that what I want? Yes.

Will giving in to my physical urges make it much harder when I have to leave town for good? Yes. Yes.

There isn’t anything casual about Drake and me. And how can I begin to rebuild my pride, my life, if my first act of independence is giving my body to the person who made me cry so many times since sophomore year, I’ve lost count? I search for a way to change the subject. To take the focus off the connection dragging us back together.

“Well.” I dampen my lips. “I don’t think I’ll go to college anymore. My father hid all my acceptance letters. He was never really going to let me go.” I intertwine my fingers together and tighten them until they leach of color. “Tonight, was the first time I ever spoke back to him. I was just so angry.” Several beats pass.

“Of course, you were.” He drops down onto the back porch, a couple of feet to my right, staring out into the trees. “Hell, Lexie. I’m sorry he did that.”

I nod. “I did a lot of thinking on the back of your bike. It’s good for that. Thinking. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah. When you don’t want to think… it’s good for that, too.”

“Hmm.”

He looks over at me; hands clasped loosely between his bent knees. “What did you think about?”

“College. How to salvage the original plan.” I feel kind of jumpy, sharing my ideas with Drake, with anyone, I’ve kept things to myself for so long, not confiding in my classmates, not getting close to others, lest my father find a way to blacken the connection. To make people sorry for interacting with me. “I was thinking…maybe I could go and see the school guidance counselor. I need all my transcripts to apply to college here in Cordonia. Once I do that, things might get easier. There has to be a way to make it work. Even if it is a little late to apply.”

Drake nods, frowning like he’s giving my plan some serious thought. “It’s not safe for you to go back to the school, Lexie. I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you need. Pick up your transcripts or anything else. We can find a library around here to fill out the applications online…” My heart thumps heavily. All that time spent with him, getting deeper and deeper. It wouldn’t be wise. “You don’t have to do all of that.”

“I want to.”

His eyes are hopeful. I shouldn’t allow that hope. Nor should I rely on him for things I need to do myself. Things that will be required to take control of my life. “It’s not safe for you at the school, either. What if my father presses assault charges?” As soon as I ask the question, I shake my head. “Never mind. He’d never do that. People would know you bested him. They’d know what he did to me, too—and he’d never, never allow that. There’s nothing more important to him than his reputation.”

“So I’ll go to the school for you?” he asks, quietly, almost too casually, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. It’s not a simple question. If I say yes to this favor, it means our…relationship will extend beyond one night. To include tomorrow—Sunday—plus Monday morning, before the school opens. It adds time to the us I know he still wants. Do I have a choice, though? My father could be there waiting for me, and that terrifies me more than my feelings for Drake do. What he’s willing to do could help me tremendously. Could start me on the path to a new beginning. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll go.”

Drake swallows loudly, his eyelids closing. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze traces my bare thighs hungrily. We have until Monday now. What are we going to do with all that time? That question hangs in the air, unspoken, but louder than a shout. I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I need him too, even if it’s for a few days. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Drake is by far the most beautiful of all.

“Lexie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “I want to taste you again?” Heat envelops me, invades me. I’ve always worried I need to touch myself too often. That I have a more pronounced sexual appetite than I’m supposed to have at my age. But as Drake kneels on the lower stair in front of me and separates my thighs, kissing a path toward my apex, I know he’s the reason. Drake is the reason I’ve been riding the heel of my hand, crying frustration into my pillow, night after night after night. He’s the one that inspires the excruciating arousal—and I don’t have a shot in hell of saying no to him. Not when it comes to being physical. I just have to remember to say no to anything more. Anything beyond this. “Yes…” I lean back on my elbows. “Do it.”

He does, and we spend the next hours lost on each other.

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moodmusicmonday · 3 years ago

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twinkle-320 · 4 years ago

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Choices Fandom Shout Out Day

2 years ago when my TRR obsession began I first stumbled on AO3 and in my continued search for more content, I found Tumblr. I KNOW, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am going to miss someone, my brain rarely functions at full capacity so it’s inevitable. Please, please forgive me.

I got my start reading the stories of writers like @burnsoslow @camillemontespan and @drakewalkerwhipped. The longer I stuck around, the more I found to love from writers like @ao719, @axwalker, @argylemnwrites, @kaitycole, @queenrileyrose, @kat-tia801, @karahalloway, @muireannkfanfic, @angelasscribbles, @petiteboheme and SO many others, I swear, this list is not all inclusive because there are so many amazing creators here!

When I got up the nerve to start writing and sharing, first on AO3 and then here, I found so much support. @exbex was one of my first commenters on AO3…that first comment, and every comment since has always made my day! @petiteboheme leaves epic comments that I look forward to every time I post! @gkittylove99 @lovingchoices14 @ladyangel70 @kingliam2019 have always been so supportive by commenting and/or reblogging to share my work with others and it means so much to me ❤️

Please know that if I follow you, I love and appreciate you and the work that you write or share for all of us readers. If you follow me, here or on AO3, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to read my stories and all the support through likes, comments, and reblogs!

#trr #choices fandom shoutouts #choices fanfic #choices #I know I forgot people #please don’t hate me if I didn’t tag you #I love this entire fandom #truly #thank you

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angelasscribbles · 3 years ago

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Now I'm curious!

1, 8, 9, 15, 16 from the OTP asks for Drake x Mc please!! 💕

Thanks @axwalker for the asks!

Riley and Drake:

If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it? It might be fun to have them meet without Liam in the equation. Then maybe I could stop writing every story with a love triangle and/or polygamous ending. Though I doubt it. Well, in Savage Love they do meet without her knowing Liam (that she realizes anyway). She’s an undercover agent assigned to investigate the Via Imperi at Leo’s request and Drake is a captain in the Cordonian Royal Guard that shows up to pick her up. They hit it off right away and continue with steamy hookups. Then eventually she comes face to face with Liam and realizes he was the scorching one-night stand from months prior (they never exchanged info, not even real names for obvious reasons) and that Liam had been trying to find her ever since. Actually, he had Drake looking for her. Oh, the irony. (and cue love triangle).

Least favorite head canon trope/idea? I was definitely not a fan of the rudeness at the beginning of book one. I know it’s the whole grumpy on the outside, gooey center marshmallow thing, but in the beginning, he just came across as kind of a dick and that’s why I didn’t even consider romancing him on my first play through of book one.

Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? First of all, the heat and playfulness. Although Drake’s protectiveness is pretty hot. Both Tariq and Neville found out the hard way in Complicated not to put hands on Riley.

Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?) So this is so hard. While no version of Riley I write is wholly me, there are pieces of me in every version of her. But if Drake were real, I would definitely be in love with him. I’m gonna go with Drake and yes.

Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why? Well I can’t imagine that ever happening unless Drake got it in his head that it was for her own good, then he’d do it out of his sense of nobility and protectiveness.

#character asks #angelasscribbles #drake walker #trr

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jamespotterthefirst · 5 years ago

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Corazon (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.2K Premise: When Ethan meets her mother and sister for the first time, they accidentally embarrass her by remembering the crush she used to have on him.

A/N: Happy birthday @aestheticartsx!

A/N 2: Spanish translations provided :)

Lilac tried her best to remain professional as she spoke to Marlene at the nurse's station. That was a nearly impossible feat, it turned out, when she felt the intensity of blue eyes admiring her from afar. As Marlene hurried off, Lilac's eyes met Ethan's, a fierce, hot blush raging on her cheeks.

As if that roguish half smile, reserved only for her, wasn't enough, those lush lips she longed to kiss mouthed something. The words could have easily been I love you or I want you. Either way, her balance was compromised and her heart skipped a beat.

If they were trying to keep their relationship quiet, they were doing an awful job. Lilac was certain anyone walking by could plainly see the desperate longing pulsing between them.

“Doctora?”

The words startled her from her thoughts. Lilac turned, expecting to see a patient who needed care in her native language, but instead, she was surprised to see the beautiful, smiling face of her mother.

“Mom?”

Lilac had no time to process anything else because she found herself in a tight embrace, her mother's perfume hitting her with a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

“Long time no see, Doc,” another voice said when they broke apart.

Her eldest sister, Laurel, stood a few paces behind her mother, grinning broadly at her. Lilac almost shrieked with delight before hugging her sister too.

“What are you two doing here? Why didn't you tell me you arrived in Boston?”

“We moved our trip up so we could surprise you. How have you been, corazón?”

“I've been great,” she responded, her cheeks stinging from smiling so broadly. “Where's Dad?”

“He's arriving with your brother in a few days as planned.” Her mother eyed her shrewdly with those eyes Lilac had inherited. The only difference was the lines decorating her mother's and the spectacles she wore. “You look tired, mi vida. Are you getting enough sleep?”

Lilac waved her hand dismissively. “The usual.”

Her mother and sister exchanged an uneasy, panicked look. Laurel had the good sense to mask it mere seconds later, no doubt for Lilac's sake, but it was far from successful. Neither her mother nor her sister had forgotten the attack and how close Lilac had been to death, even if it had been six months ago. The way their faces drained of color was evidence enough. Even more proof was the mere fact that they had put their lives on pause to fly across the country to see her, as though hearing on the phone that she was fine over and over again was not enough.

Lilac suppressed a sigh, her chest feeling heavy with guilt. She imagined the same worried exchange would happen between her dad and her brother when they did arrive.

“So none?” her sister quipped, an obvious attempt to dispel the thick veil of tension between the three.

It worked. Both Allende sisters laughed, which earned them a disapproving look from their mother. Before Lilac could get the usual lecture about getting more rest, Laurel interjected. “We're here to take you to lunch. Can you get away?”

“Sure, let me just tell my boss I am stepping out.”

Lilac turned to where Ethan still stood, well within earshot. At first glance it appeared he wasn't listening, his attention on the chart in his hand, but Lilac knew better. Something in the way his eyes flickered away from the paper every so often and the way he tilted his body told her he was listening to them. After all, she had learned observation from the best.

“That's your boss?” Laurel asked, following Lilac's line of sight and gaping. “Holy shit.”

The last time they were at Edenbrook they had been too worried about Lilac's wellbeing that no introductions were made.

“Shut up,” Lilac muttered between gritted teeth. From where she stood, he could see the slight quirk of his lips.

“Esta guapísimo, hija,” her mother added, also openly stating. He's so handsome, daughter.

“Mom.”

Mrs. Allende seemed to piece something together because she let out a small gasp. “He's the same one you've talked so much about, isn't he?”

Laurel all but cackled as she realized the truth of her mother's statement. “The same one you had your little crush on when you started here?”

“I didn't—”

“Ah, yes. The grumpy, handsome one you spent hours talking to me about on the phone.”

They held the entirety of this conversation in Spanish, perhaps assuming the subject of their remarks would not understand even if he heard.

“You were right, mi amor, he's extremely handsome and sexy.”

Lilac wanted to die on the spot. Even if they spoke in their native language, the word sexy was the same in both. Also, her boyfriend was fluid in many languages, Spanish included. Her only hope was that he hadn't heard.

She braved a glance in his direction, only to see him approaching. Face burning, she forced herself to maintain eye contact but she was mortified to find poorly veiled amusement there.

“Dr. Ramsey, I am stepping out for lunch,” she blurted before he could say anything.

The easy, charming smile he responded with was too taunting for her liking.

“Sounds good, Dr. Allende. Enjoy.” His eyes fell on her mother and sister, both gawking openly at him.

Yes, Lilac wished the linoleum floor would swallow her whole.

“Doctor, this is my mother, Margo Allende, and my sister, Laurel,” she murmured to Ethan. “Mom, Laurel, this is my attending, Dr. Ethan Ramsey.”

“Señora, es un placer,”* Ethan said with flawless intonation. He stepped forward to shake Mrs. Allende's hand.

Lilac's mother blinked, recovered, and shook his hand fervently, not without casting an impressed look at her daughter.

“El placer es mío, doctor,”** she returned.

Ethan, charming as ever, exchanged pleasantries with her family entirely in Spanish. By the time Lilac reminded them about lunch, they almost seemed disappointed to part ways.

They agreed to wait in the lobby while Lilac finished up in the office. When at last she was alone with Ethan, he laughed, no doubt at the violent flush of her cheeks.

“So,” he started casually.

“Don't.”

“You had a crush on me?”

Lilac rolled her eyes, aware of how unconvincing the small gesture must be. “You're dreaming.”

“You can tell me. We sleep together.” He whispered the last part against her ear, his chest now pressed against her back, arms encircling her.

“I knew you were eavesdropping.”

“You thought I was handsome and sexy,” he continued with a soft chuckle.

“I didn't—” she returned defensively. Her body burned, partly from blushing but also because of his strong hands on her hips. “Do I look like I use the word 'sexy'?”

“You used it the other morning to describe me bringing you breakfast in bed.”

“Well, I take it back.”

Ethan laughed and spun her around. He placed a loving kiss to her nose. “It's cute when you're flustered,” he informed her. “Have fun at lunch with them.”

Lilac paused, turning to face him. “You should join us.”

He responded by casting her an uncertain look.

“We can tell them. They already adore you.”

The adoring smile that broke across his face made her stomach flutter with butterflies. He kissed her forehead in his customary way.

“Just,” she started, scrunching her face. “No more embarrassing conversations about my early infatuation with you.”

“No promises, Rookie.”

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Translation

* ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

** “The pleasure is all mine, doctor.”

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A/N: Posting this for Preet’s birthday because it’s her favorite out of the pre-writes <3 Thank you for always putting up with me! You deserve the best day :)

Ethan speaks Spanish like that one hot af white guy on TikTok. Damn.

Also, I’m thinking of a part two? But we’ll see!

Thank you so much for reading!

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@lion-ess24 | @emotionalswift2 | @the-soot-sprite | @titaniaangel |

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #my writing #ethan ramsey fanfiction #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction

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argylemnwrites · 4 years ago

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Mini Hiatus

Haven’t been posting much recently, and for that I apologize. I am very grateful to everyone who has stuck through my bouts of highly erratic posting. Just wanted to give an update, since I hate the thought that my fics look abandoned.

I have my Boards certification examination this month, and so not only has more and more of my free time been devoted to studying, but I’ve also been hit by increasing levels of stress-induced writer’s block. I will only be able to produce a couple hundred of words during hours of writing, and reading them back, I don’t even like them that much.

Since I’m now in crunch time for my exam and because the words just aren’t really going to come until I am past my test, I am going on a semi-hiatus for the next two weeks, with an anticipated return on October 17th. Not only will I not be posting any new writing until then, but I won’t be on here very much either. It won’t be a complete hiatus, but it might take me a while to respond/reply or to see things I’m tagged in - just as a heads up.

Thanks so much for everyone who still cares about my fic! I hope that some day I will be able to stick with a posting schedule for more than a month or two in a row, but right before my Peds Boards... that’s just not gonna happen, hahaha!

Just tagging my lists for my two series, just in case anyone was wondering where I’ve been. If any of you have lost interest and would prefer not to be tagged going forward, I completely understand - just let me know, no hard feelings!

Perma: @mom2000aggie @octobereighth @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

TRR/TRH: @iplaydrake @princessleac1 @twinkleallnight @gkittylove99 @ladyangel70 @marshmallowsandfire @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @iaminlovewithtrr @forallthatitsworth @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @hedgehogs-dilemmas @masterofbluff

Drake x MC: @petiteboheme @mskaneko

ICWAM: @sunnyxdazed @thequeenofpixels

FoF: @burnsoslow

#fic update

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zaffrenotes · 4 years ago

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[TRR x ES] Sojourn:Holiday High-jinks, Part 1

Pairings: Liam x Katrina, Drake x OC (Alyssa S.) Rating/Warnings: 18+; language, references to recreational drug use, alcohol consumption, implied limes Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Alyssa Devereaux is graciously on loan from @burnsoslow (in an AU to any version of Alyssa’s life that Burnsy has crafted) * This is my submission for Day 12′s 12 Days of Fictmas: Chaos Edition, hosted by @leelee10898 and @emichelle * This story is something I intended to write way the hell back in early 2019 before it got sidelined by other stories 😅 This year’s Fictmas theme fit well with the chaos of Sojourn holidays, so here’s the appetizer portion of things – Fictmas writers/readers, if you’re not in my perma/sojourn taglist and you’d like to see where the rest of the story goes, please let me know and I’ll tag you for part 2! Also, I forgot how much of this story I’d outlined and once I started writing…well, you can see the word count right there, lol Word Count: +/- 4400 😬

12 Days of Fictmas Taglist: @alj4890 @annekebbphotography @ao719 @axwalker @bbrandy2002 @burnsoslow @camillemontespan @cocomaxley @cordoniansgonewild @cordoniantrash @darley1101 @debramcg1106 @desireepow-1986 @emichelle @god-save-the-keen @hopefulmoonobject @innerpostmentality @janezillow @katedrakeohd @kat-tia801 @leelee10898 @lucy-268 @mom2000aggie @msjr0119 @ofpixelsandscribbles @plumeriavibes @sfb123 @speedyoperarascalparty @texaskitten30 @the-soot-sprite @twinkleallnight

Perma/Liam/Sojourn Taglist: @ao719 @blackcatkita @debramcg1106 @everythingchoices @gibbles82 @hustacks @ofpixelsandscribbles @plumeriavibes @smalltalk88 // @aestheticartsx @aworldoffandoms @bbrandy2002 @burnsoslow @choiceskatie @darley1101 @dcbbw @gardeningourmet @hopefulmoonobject @iplaydrake @liamxs-world @rainbowsinthestorm @riseandshinelittleblossom @superharriet @texaskitten30 @theroyalheirshadowhunter @the-soot-sprite

FTC: to the Finer Things ladies, thank you for allowing me to use your fanfic alter egos in this bit of ridiculousness - @brightpinkpeppercorn @likethetailofacomet @ooo-barff-ooo

Katrina craned her neck, scanning the crowd for someone. Liam and Drake were busy hefting suitcases onto the scale as the woman behind the counter checked in each member of their group. Alyssa handed Drake another suitcase down the line, while Mar, Donna, and Tru pushed theirs forward. Katrina’s face lit up and she shot her hand in the air, waving frantically to catch someone’s attention. “Lyss! Lyss! Over here!”

“What’s up, T?” Alyssa adjusted her glasses, peering over at her friend. “I’m right here, you don’t need to shout.”

“Oh,” Katrina exclaimed, sheepishly covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh, this is gonna get confusing,” she added, laughing lightly.

“What’s going on?” Liam looked back over his shoulder, returning IDs to Mar and Tru.

“You know how I told you one of the other interns I work with wanted to take Maxwell’s spot for the trip?”

“Yes…” Liam replied, taking IDs from Donna and Tru to hand over to the attendant.

“Well, her name is—“

“I’m here! I made it! Ow! My floooop!” A young woman ran up to the group, lurching forward as she tripped or got caught by something on the floor, leaving a bright purple flip flop behind. She whipped around to cram her bare foot back into the flop before it touched the floor, but as she did so, she twirled too hard and quickly began to lose her balance.

“Holy sh—“ Drake lunged forward to catch the young woman before she hit the floor, still holding on to her suitcase and carry-on bag. “Are you okay??”

The blue-eyed woman giggled and flashed a nervous smile up at him, slipping her foot back into her questionable footwear as he brought her up to a standing position. “Thanks for the save,” she replied. “Only my dignity’s bruised. What a way to make an entrance, am I right?”

“Lyss!” Katrina smiled and walked over to the stranger with piercing eyes, wrapping her in a tight hug. She turned to face the rest of her friends, who all had curious expressions. “Guys,” she began, gesturing to the stranger, “this is Alyssa Devereaux, she’s my work wife at the law office. Lyssa, meet Liam, Tru, Donna, Mar, and Drake…” Alyssa smiled and waved as Katrina ran down the line. “…And Alyssa Stiles.”

“Oh! Another Lyssa!” Alyssa Devereaux exclaimed. “Tree mentioned you!”

“Tree?” Drake looked over at the small-statured young woman.

“Ka-tree-na?” Alyssa Devereaux stuck her neck out slightly and widened her eyes, looking over at Katrina. “Nickname was right there. First thing that popped into my head when she said she doesn’t go by Kat.”

Alyssa Stiles grinned at her name twin. “That’s not the worst argument for a nickname,” she chuckled. “But how are we going to make this less confusing for the trip?”

“I go by Lyssa, or Lyss, if either of those help,” Alyssa Devereaux offered.

Alyssa Stiles chuckled again. “So do I.”

“Crap. Call me Devereaux?”

“That’s so many syllables,” Drake muttered under his breath.

“Aren’t nicknames supposed to be shorter, like…the opposite of Leeloominaï Lekatariba Lamina-Tchaï Ekbat De Sebat?” Tru leaned to whisper to Donna.

“Okay, Corbin,” Donna chuckled.

“Lyssa S. and Lyssa D.?” Mar suggested.

Their discussion was put on hold when the woman behind the counter asked for Alyssa Devereaux’s ID and they had to wheel her luggage to the counter. “Small Lyssa, let’s get you checked in,” Drake said, hoisting her suitcase onto the scale. “Holy crap, what did you pack in here?!”

“My stuff,” Alyssa Devereaux replied matter-of-factly. “And that’s what you can call me.”

“Huh?” Drake stuck his bottom lip forward and blew a puff of air at his forehead, moving some hair out of the way.

“You called me SmoLyssa. And she,” Alyssa Devereaux jutted her thumb at Alyssa Stiles, “can be ToLyssa, ‘cause she’s tall.”

Alyssa Stiles and Drake chuckled at the new names. “Works for me,” ToLyssa replied.

Drake pecked ToLyssa on the cheek as they stepped aside. “I’m just gonna keep calling you Méli,” he grinned.

SmoLyssa leaned towards Katrina and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Ohhh, they’re the other couple here, right?”

“Right, Drake and Alyssa are engaged,” Katrina replied. “I told you that, didn’t I? I swear I did.”

“You did, I just…forgot…until just now.”

—

Liam felt horrible for accidentally dosing everyone at the end of last year’s Christmas party, so in an effort to make up for his faux pas, he’d booked a penthouse suite at a tropical island for anyone that wanted to spend the end of the year on a beach. It was an offer only Rachael could refuse, because she’d bought tickets to see two of her favorite bands perform over the break. Maxwell had been all set to take Rachael’s spot and join Liam before he left for New York, but he stayed in Cordonia when Bertrand was on the verge of having a conniption to sort out Maxwell’s newest addition to the Beaumont investment portfolio.

The group was seated in first class on a flight to Miami to cover most of the journey. The first leg of the trip went off without a hitch, aside from SmoLyssa’s initial anxiety attack when she boarded the plane. Mar talked her through some deep breathing exercises and let SmoLyssa crumple her hand in a death grip during takeoff. Upon arrival in Miami, they’d have to take a small jet to reach their destination at a remote island in the Greater Antilles.

When they arrived in Miami, they hopped aboard a small shuttle with all of their things to head to a smaller runway, away from the main section of the airport. The shuttle driver stopped in front of what looked like an empty hangar, and everyone stepped out, looking rather perplexed. “Is it terrible that I wish you’d taken the royal jet?” Drake asked, casting a worried look over to Liam.

“Honestly, I’m thinking the same thing,” Liam replied, adjusting the strap of his bag over one shoulder. They ventured into the hangar to find a rather dilapidated looking Cessna. “Hello?” Liam called out, hoping for some sign of a pilot.

“Dude, is this thing even going to make it to the island? That looks like duct tape on the wing!” Drake peered up, scratching his head.

The door popped open and a sandy-haired man in jeans and a green military jacket descended the stairs, roughly running his hands through his nearly shoulder length locks. “Hey now, Glinda mighta seen better days, but she’ll get ya where you need to go.” He slapped the side of the jet affectionately, offering a lopsided grin to the group. “‘M Jake. I’ll be your pilot today.”

Mar grabbed hold of Donna’s shirt sleeve. “Help,” she whispered quietly. “I think I just fell in love.”

Donna stifled a laugh. “Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious!”

“Nice to meet you, Mr….” Liam prodded, extending his hand to Jake for a handshake.

“No need to be so formal,” Jake replied. “Just call me Jake.”

Undeterred, Liam withdrew his hand. “Ah, well, Jake…I’m Liam, this is my fiancée Trina, and our friends. Will your co-pilot be joining us soon?”

“No co-pilot, Mr. Manners,” he answered. Liam and Drake shared another concerned look between them. “The Gorilla tape on Glinda’s wing is just a temporary patch ’til I’m done shuttling folks over to the islands today. Busy, busy time of the year.” He eyed the pile of suitcases on the ground. “If y’all don’t mind gettin your hands dirty, it’s all hands on deck if you wanna leave anytime soon.”

Everyone set to work to load their luggage onto the plane. When they were nearly done, Jake noticed a pair of ladies hanging back; one of them clung to the other’s arm and whispered in her friend’s ear several times, sneaking glances at him. “You doin’ okay over there, Princess?”

Mar let go of Donna’s arm and patted at her dress. “Me? I’m fine!” She squeaked, offering Jake a bashful smile.

“It’s a short flight, but once we’re at cruising altitude, maybe you’d like to see the island from the best spot.”

“Where would that be?” Mar inquired.

“Next to me, in the cockpit,” Jake grinned. Mar laughed nervously at his invitation, but the way she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and briefly lowered her gaze was enough of a confirmation for Jake. He was about to ask for her name when he noticed one of the other passengers pacing back and forth, muttering to herself.

“Ohmygodohmygod, what was I thinking? This is NOT how to get over my fear of flying!” The smaller Alyssa talked to herself as she paced back and forth, pausing to look over at the frightfully small plane, before throwing her hands up in the air and pacing again. “I can just go home…oh god, but then I’d be flying alone! Maybe I’ll take a train, or a bus…”

Liam and Katrina walked over to Alyssa. “Lyss, you okay?” Trina placed her hand on SmoLyssa’s shoulder, breaking her out of her trance.

“Why did I think this would be a good idea?” Alyssa exclaimed. “I didn’t like flying even before my parents…y’know…” she gestured at the plane.

Liam looked to Katrina for an answer; Katrina mouthed “plane crash” to him and he nodded solemnly. “This private airline was highly recommended when I booked the trip,” Liam assured her, speaking softly. “Trina and I fly all the time, no worse for the wear.”

Alyssa exhaled and stared at the plane again. “Yeah, well the plane my dad rented was in perfect condition when my parents set out for their trip. Not a strip of Gorilla tape to be seen,” she quipped, shooting a look at the pilot.

Jake looked over his shoulder and strode over to the small group with the worried girl. “Missy, I’ve been flyin’ planes before you could drive. I’ve flown through sandstorms, across oceans, and worse. Glinda and I’ll get you to the island safe and sound. I’ve already made this trip twice today, third time’s a charm.”

“How old do you think I am?” Alyssa scoffed.

Jake shrugged. “Twenty? Twenty-one?”

Alyssa choked back a laugh, covering the wide smile on her face with her hand. “Oh my god, you’re sweet,” she giggled. Jake’s brows knit together in confusion. “I’m nearly twenty-eight.”

Jake grinned. “I’ll be. We’re about the same age then.” He sidestepped closer to her. “I promise to get you and all your friends to the island in one piece. I’ve got friends waiting for me there as well, so I don’t wanna end up in the water either. It’s a short flight, little under ninety minutes…it’ll go by like that,” he added, snapping his fingers for emphasis.

“You’ve got your noise-cancelling headphones, and your phone’s all charged up to blast your Chill Zone playlist?” Katrina asked.

“Yes and yes,” Alyssa answered.

“Hey! Farm Boy! Hands off the tape!” Jake hollered at Drake as he left Alyssa, Katrina, and Liam to wrap up their conversation. “Gotta schedule to keep folks, time to fly!” He walked brusquely past Drake, up the stairs and into the jet.

Drake looked at his fiancée, back to the stairs, and back to his bee charmer again. “Did he…just call me a farm boy??”

ToLyssa fought the amused grin that wanted to break out across her face. “I think it’s from your shirt, babe.” She motioned at the red flannel shirt he’d worn during the flight to stay warm.

“Great. Just great. He’s handing out nicknames like Tic Tacs and now I’m forever gonna be known as Farm Boy.”

“For all of an hour or two,” Alyssa giggled. “Let it go.”

The interior of the plane seemed to be in better condition than the outside; plush leather seats filled the width and length of the cabin. Everyone filtered in, claiming a seat for themselves, while Jake bustled about to prepare for takeoff. Two men the group hadn’t noticed before opened the hangar doors wide, and Mar and Tru ascended the stairs to board. “Ready for an adventure, Princess?” Jake winked at Mar as he pulled the door shut, and she grinned as he slipped back into the cockpit.

“Oh my word, he called me Princess again, Tru!” Mar beamed at her friend as they buckled into their seats. “Did you see him? He’s so gorgeous!”

“Looks like a good bit of trouble, if you ask me,” Tru smirked. “Best kind there is.”

—

After a shockingly smooth hour and a half in the air, Jake touched down on the tropical island of La Huerta. As promised, he’d invited Mar to join him in the cockpit to take in the view of the island on their approach. After he helped his passengers unload their things, he waved goodbye to Mar as the hotel golf carts shuttled them from the tarmac towards the hotel, at the main part of the island.

Liam checked in at the front desk, doling out room cards to everyone before they made their way to the penthouse suite. A round of wide-eyed oohs and ahhs made its way through the group when the double door entrance swung wide. The opposite wall was composed of floor to ceiling windows, offering a glorious view of the island. “Two king suites with one bed each to the left,” he called out. “And double beds in the suites to the right.”

“Who should I room with?” SmoLyssa asked, feeling slightly out of place.

“C’mon, we can be roomies,” Donna offered, taking hold of her hand. “Question…morning or night person?”

“Afternoon, if I’m being honest,” Alyssa laughed. “I need about two hours after I wake up before I can tolerate people.”

Donna smiled as they headed towards one of the suites. “We’re gonna get along just fine!”

—

The first three days on the island were idyllic, if not a little crowded by other guests who had the same idea to escape to a warmer climate for Christmas. Drake laughed at Alyssa Devereaux’s expense each time they ran into each other on the beach, because he discovered why her suitcase was so heavy. “SmoLyssa, they make these things called e-readers for folks like you,” he teased, lightly kicking sand at her feet as he walked past. He nodded to ToLyssa to walk ahead. “What is that, your fourth book now?”

“I like to read,” SmoLyssa shrugged, pushing the bridge of her sunglasses closer to her face.

“Why not read on a kindle? It’d be a lot lighter when you travel.”

“Books don’t require being charged to read them. If, heaven forbid, this book gets waterlogged, I could dry it out and still read it. Drop this baby on the ground and my bank account won’t cringe at having to replace it. Plus, the old books smell like a little piece of heaven.”

“That weird musty odor you love so much is from your beloved books falling apart and releasing chemicals.”

“Go away, Farm Boy,” she teased, grinning at Drake while avoiding eye contact.

Drake sighed, half-heartedly amused. “I swear to god, if I see that stupid pilot again, I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Fetch him a pail of water?”

Drake shook his head, grinning against his own wishes not to, and offered a small wave to SmoLyssa as he started walking away. “As you wish,” he called out over his shoulder, before jogging over to his Alyssa.

A few minutes later, Katrina and Liam emerged from the ocean and joined Alyssa under her umbrella. “That better not be anything educational,” Katrina teased. She tilted her head to one side and squeezed the water from her hair, letting it drip into the sand.

“Purely self-indulgent,” Alyssa replied, holding up the book to show her friend the cover.

“Remember…Two Things?” Liam asked, squinting to read the text under the bright sunlight.

“Boy and Girl meet each other in college and fall in love, but he breaks her heart for reasons…and they reunite close to a decade later under some interesting circumstances.”

“How is it compared to the one you finished yesterday…Full Disclosure?”

“They’re both wonderful in their own ways! You’d like Full Disclosure, you should read it while we’re here…but Donna’s claimed it for the time being.”

“Leave it to your work wife to bring along her own reading library while on vacation,” Liam chuckled, settling down onto a towel.

“Reading is good for you, even if it’s fiction.” Alyssa picked up her book again, running a manicured finger over the page to pick up where she’d left off.

“I agree wholeheartedly,” Liam replied. “But you’re missing out on this beautiful view.”

“We’re here through New Year’s,” Alyssa answered coolly. “I’m pacing myself.”

Katrina settled down on a towel next to Liam, leaning back on her arms as she pointed her chin to the sky. “I’m just happy to have a break from pulling records and having my eyes dry out from scanning over reports.”

Without missing a beat, Alyssa raised one hand in the air towards Katrina, just as Katrina mirrored the same action. “Amen, Tree!”

Liam looked between them. “What was that?”

“Air five,” Katrina answered, leaning towards him to kiss his cheek.

—

Between the guests walking around, no one noticed the familiarly tall blonde as he made his way through the lobby and towards the outdoor dining restaurant. From a safe distance at one of the poolside bars, he watched a table of eight filled with familiar faces, save for a petite woman with striking blue eyes and dark hair.

He ducked back into the hotel, headed towards the kitchen, when he noticed a cheerful redhead at the dessert station. “Pardon me, are you Quinn Kelly?”

The redhead tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear, leaving a dusting of flour across her cheek. “I sure am! How can I help you?”

“My friends are celebrating with lunch today, and I wanted to surprise them with a treat. Only they need to be vegan, so I have this oil I wanted to use instead of butter. I thought I could make them myself.” He winked at Quinn.

Quinn’s face dropped at the suggestion. “Oh, well, normally I’d offer you an apron and let you back here, but…” she dropped her voice before continuing, “guests aren’t supposed to be back here in general, especially not to cook.”

“Not even just once?” He pleaded with her, offering his best attempt at making innocent eyes.

Quinn bit her lip in thought. “Tell you what, let me know what you wanted to make for your friend, I’ll bake it myself, and make sure it gets delivered to their table as a complimentary dessert!”

“A simple chocolate cake would be great, unless you had another idea.”

“How many servings?”

“Eight.” He didn’t necessarily want to include the small statured stranger, but it would be obvious if she was excluded.

“Aside from the vegan thing, anything specific to add or avoid?”

“Chocolate is a crowd pleaser, but I’m open to suggestions.”

Quinn thought for a moment, running various recipes through her head. She tapped her lips with a finger when an idea struck her. “Mint Chocolate soufflés? Decadent and light, and I’ve been dying to try out a vegan recipe I found!”

“That would be perfect!” He beamed. “Would it at least be alright if I stayed back here and watched? I won’t get in the way, and you won’t need the whole jar of oil for your recipe.”

Quinn looked at the rather nondescript glass jar in the man’s hand. It was the size of a small jelly jar, filled with what smelled faintly of coconut when she unscrewed the cap. “I guess that would be okay,” she surmised, ducking under the counter to pull mixing bowls and ramekins to her station. “Do you know which table your friends are seated at?”

“The eight top at table fifteen,” he replied.

“So,” Quinn began, looking up to her temporary baking audience. “What’s your name, stranger?” She began measuring sugar from one container.

“I’m Leo.”

—

Everyone had gathered at La Huerta’s outdoor restaurant for lunch, looking tanned and relaxed as they chatted over each other in multiple conversations. The wait staff had cleared their plates and offered complimentary mint chocolate soufflés for the dessert of the day; crumbs and dusting sugar on plates were the only evidence they’d been served anything at all, as everyone remarked on how flavorful the dessert tasted, heightened by the refreshing addition of mint.

As they sat back and relaxed, Liam stretched his arm over the back of Katrina’s chair. “I heard there’s a ski lodge near the northern part of the island, if you want a temporary change of pace from the heat.”

“Now why on earth would anyone want to head into snow, when you’re in a jungle paradise?”

The loud, booming, familiar voice made everyone but Alyssa Devereaux cringe.

“Hello to my favorite New York residents! And Liam,” Leo exclaimed, making his way to the table.

Liam’s brows jumped to his hairline as he stood up, and he fixed his expression from shock to mild surprise when he turned around to greet his brother with a hug. At the table, Drake mumbled something incoherent to ToLyssa, and the corners of Tru’s mouth curled up to a Grinch grin.

SmoLyssa leaned over in her seat, whispering to Mar. “Who’s that, and why does everyone look pissed?”

“Leo!” Liam exclaimed, clapping Leo’s shoulder with a little more force than usual. “What are you doing here? Is Katie with you?”

“I’m meant to meet her and her family in California for New Years,” Leo answered. “I was working over the holiday, but my team didn’t qualify for the time trials. I thought I’d drop in on all of you before I headed to the West Coast.” He smiled and hugged Katrina, along with smiling and waving to everyone else at the table. “And who are you?” He walked around the table to SmoLyssa’s side.

“Alyssa…” she replied, noting the surprise in his eyes. “Devereaux. I’m an intern with Tree.”

“Tree?” Leo’s eyebrows raised in question as he kissed the back of Alyssa’s hand.

“Katrina,” Alyssa explained.

“Well, welcome to the group, Lyssa Two,” Leo grinned again, pulling a seat from a nearby table to sit between Alyssa and Mar.

“Actually, it’s SmoLyssa and ToLyssa,” she corrected. “We went with short and tall.”

“Even better,” Leo replied.

“Pretty expensive detour just to say hello,” Drake grumbled. ToLyssa elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“What was that, Walker?”

“Don’t start, you two,” Katrina warned. “The island is big enough for you both.”

“Doubtful,” Drake grumbled again. He rose abruptly from his seat. “I need to use the restroom.”

A couple walked over to the table before Liam could go after Drake. The woman had an asymmetrical hairstyle, with one side of her hair buzzed short, and a number of piercings in her eyebrow and ears. The man with her wore a letterman jacket, even though it was a balmy 82 degrees in the shade. “Donna, you prepped for the bar crawl?”

“I’m full of carbs and I’ve packed my Pepcid,” Donna assured them. “Hopefully that’ll hold off the Glow long enough.” She folded up the napkin in her lap and set it on the cushion when she stood up. “Sorry, guys, this is Zahra and Craig, I met them yesterday in the game room. Z, Craig, these are my friends, Mar, Small Lyssa, Leo, Tru, Katrina, Liam, and Tall Lyssa. You just missed Drake.”

“You’re all welcome to join us, if you want,” Craig offered. “We’re wandering through the hotel and its various bars.”

“Because…?” Leo asked.

“Because it’s Tuesday and we’re on vacation?” Zahra replied.

Mar tucked her phone into her bag and stood up. “I actually have plans to meet up with someone in a few minutes.” Her cheeks began to flush a light shade of pink.

Craig nudged Zahra’s ribs, taking note of Mar’s appearance. “Z, psst Z, it’s her! That’s Jasmine!”

Mar blinked at Craig. “Who?”

“You’re off to see Jake, aren’t you?” Zahra grinned. “He slipped up and said something about Princess Jasmine the other day.”

The group grinned at Mar, whose cheeks turned three shades darker. “H-how do you know Jake? Y’know what, doesn’t matter.” She made her way through the chairs. “Text me for where to meet you for dinner!”

“So,” Zahra clapped her hands together, looking out at the group again. “Any other takers? Drink your cares away Tuesday?” Only Donna stood up as the rest of the group politely declined. “Your loss then, let’s get started!”

Donna waved to her friends as she followed after Craig and Zahra. “Text me for dinner plans too!”

“And then there were…” Leo paused to look around the table. “Six.”

“Seven,” ToLyssa corrected. “You forgot Drake.”

“Where is he? He’s been gone a while now,” SmoLyssa remarked.

“Butterfly!” Katrina leapt up from her seat when she noticed a small, blue butterfly fluttering near the bushes at the edge of the patio. “It looks like it’s glowing!”

“Trina, hold on!” Liam called out, grabbing her purse from Katrina’s empty seat. “Um, we may be back, I don’t know…group chat near dinnertime if anyone has ideas?” He ran off after Katrina, who was running towards the shore.

ToLyssa stood up from the table. “I should go look for Drake. You in, name twin?” She looked over to SmoLyssa.

“You good here, Tru?” SmoLyssa gathered up her things, casting a wary glance in Leo’s direction.

“I’ll be alright,” Tru answered. “You two should check on Drake.”

“Something you’re not telling us?” ToLyssa asked her friend.

“TBD,” Tru winked. “Details to follow.” Tru and Leo sat quietly at the table as the two Alyssas walked off, in search of Drake. “So, Tumult,” Tru grinned, “good to see you again.” Leo leaned forward and picked up a full glass of water, holding it up to Tru. “That was Mar’s, she didn’t drink it.”

Leo took several sips from the glass and set it down on the table. “Nice to see you too, Eris.” He waved lightly at her dyed hair. “What d’you call this color?”

“Iridescent oil slick. What’d you do this time?”

“Testing a theory,” Leo grinned. A waitress came by the table with the bill, looking surprised to see Tru and Leo as the only diners left. “I’ll take that, thank you,” he replied, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He glanced at the total, letting out a puff of air as he counted out some bills. “You can charge the meal to the room, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” the waitress answered.

“Great, please do that,” Leo replied, tucking in a generous tip. “Thanks for your service today.” He waited until the waitress walked away, leaving the unlikely pair at the table again. “Wanna see what I did?”

“Always,” Tru answered.

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