#kittenmusicals fanfics

[angstymarshmallow]

Fanfiction Masterlist!

“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” - Benjamin Franklin

A list of fics with the click of a button. If anyone’s ever interested or ever bored - this is my sort of contribution to the fandom with sporadic updates and ideas. Thanks for taking a look and more importantly - thanks for reading!

Writing Tips?  Bloodbound 

Adrian Raines x MC

Less Netflix Next Time (NSFW)

Jax Matsuo x MC

A Moment’s Rest Wilted and Burdened  (Fic Request) Fed (NSFW)

Kamilah Sayeed x MC

Happy Birthday

Crossovers

Saving Thanksgiving Part 1

General

Follow Me (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 19) I’ll Sink. I’ll Drown. Where we Are  (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 14)

Hero

Eva x MC

You’re Different (Fic Request)

Kenji Katsaros x MC

Game Over (Fic Request) Partner (Fic Request) (Drabble)

It Lives Beneath

Tomoichi Sato x MC

Maybe Someday

It Lives in The Woods

MC’s Private Thoughts

Survive 

Connor  Green x MC

Nightmares

Endless Summer

Jake McKenzie x MC

Falling Maybe Goodbyes Are Always Hard [Tagged Game] You Jump, I Jump (Fic Request)

Most Wanted

General

A Son’s Burden (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 9)  Covert Action Covert Action Part 2 (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 27) Cover Action Part 3 

Nightbound

Cal x MC

The Wolf’s Heart Series: part 1 (nsfw), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 (nsfw), part 9

A World Away 

Sealed With A Kiss

Open Heart

Bryce Lahela x MC 

Game Night - Part 1 Sick Day Unattached Strings

Perfect Match

Damien Nazario x MC 

A Not Date A Piece of You Fumes of Her (NSFW) (Fic Request)

Hayden x MC

In Her Eyes

Red Carpet Diaries

Matt x MC

Same World

Seth x MC

Coded Warmth Confide and Comfort Hearts on Sleeves Maximum Comfort Unboxing Downpour of Doubt

Thomas Hunt x MC

A Family Affair Clarity (NSFW) Fresh Start Hollywood’s Loss Muse Lots of Firsts Opia Perhaps You Should Stay Simply Between Us Series: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (NSFW) The Same Direction

Rules of Engagement

Blake Yasuda x Party Twin

Worth The Risk

The Bartender/Dean  x MC

 Another Man

The Crown and the Flame

Kenna Rys x Dominic Hunter

Race You (Submission for @ChoicesCreates Round 17)

Kenna Rys x Annelyse Adair

OTP Asks

The Elementalists

Beckett Harrington x MC

Contrast Glimpse

Griffin Langley x MC

Pillow Talk Practice Runs Take a Break

The Freshman/The Sophomore/The Junior/The Senior

MC’s Most Private Thoughts

Dear Mom Dear Mom ii. Dear Mom iii Dear Mom iv Pieces (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 5) Our Rooftop. (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 8)

Final Project Passion Led Us - Tyler  (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 6)

Christopher Powell x MC

A Summer of Powell [ 0.1, Caught in the Moment (NSFW) (Fic Request)] A Surprise Visit (Fic Request) Atonic Impact (Fic Request) Break Between Sessions (NSFW) Ceasefire (Fic Request) Deftly Intertwined (NSFW) Fell in Your Opinion Good Luck Charm (NSFW)(Fic Request) Hey, You (AJ’s Perspective) I’ve Got You OTP Asks Pull (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 10) Pillow Talk (NSFW) Save Me (NSFW) (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 4) Through Everything When Everything is Still

James Ashton x MC

Coming Home Could We Survive This? Our Last Goodbye In Circles OTP Asks

Zigmund Ortega x MC

All in (NSFW) (Fic Request) A Midnight Calling (Halloween AU) A New Years Countdown (Fic Request) A Plus for Effort (Drabble Request) Autumn Leaves (Fic Request) Being Together is Enough Part 1 Being Together is Enough Part 2 (NSFW) Being Together is Enough Part 3 Can’t Let Go (Fic Request) Coming To Terms Date Night (Fic Request) (NSFW) Demons Early Thoughts of You Etched in Skin Fair Game Fifty-fifty Fissure (NSFW) Goodies Here [Part 1, Thanksgiving Fic], Abysmal [Part 2, Thanksgiving Fic] Her Voice His Voice If She’s Anything Like You Just Five More Minutes Like Magic Loving You Hurts (Fic Request) Of Kisses and Lessons OTP Asks part 1 OTP Asks part 2 Retrouvailles [Part 1 (NSFW) (Fic Request), Part 2, Part 3] Valentine’s Day Collab Special When You Became Mine Part 1. With @choicesmyway for part 2  and @hollyashton for part 3. Second Time’s a Charm (Drabble Request) Serendipity: Part 1 Six am (Fic Request)  Smooth as Silk (NSFW) Sniffles and Breakfast in Bed (Drabble Request) Stay With Me (Drabble Request) Sunshine Mixed With Hurricane (NSFW)  Text Dump Post 1.0 The Letters You’ll Never See The Open Road (NSFW) The Only Love That Counted Three Days for Us (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 21)  We Meet

Kaitlyn Liao x MC

Cookie Cutter (Fic Request) Kindled Flame My Little Trailblazer (Part 2 of Kindled Flame) Movie Night (Fic Request) OTP Asks Sparks  You’re Lucky I Love You (Drabble Request) 600 Miles Until You’re Mine (Drabble Request)

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir Masterlist

Veil of Secrets

Grant Emerson x MC

Mystery Worth Solving

#LoveHacks

General

We’re All Different (Submission for#ChoicesCreates Round 3)

Mark Collins x MC

Patterns (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 1) Serendipity OTP Asks OTP Asks part 2

Disclaimer: These are all works of fan fiction with the use of characters from the choices universe; owned by Pixelberry. I do not own nor claim any ownership of the characters above. These are stories just for fun, with no real purpose other than story-telling from a purely subjective standpoint and do not reflect choices own timeline. No copyright infringement is intended. 

[storiesbehindyoureyes]

We fight together

This is a Drake x MC fanfic, that is definitely not SFW. It’s set at the end of the second chapter of book 2. It just broke my heart how Drake thinks that he doesn’t deserve a shot at true love and I had to fix it. So here you go. Also, the ending is kinda lame, but it’s 4 am, I’m at work and I wanted to post it for all of us who are thirsty for Drake.

I’m just gonna go ahead and tag everyone that helped me to survive the night shift 2 days ago and the rest of you who are as hopelesly in love with Drake as I am. You're the best and I love you all. 😙@ladyashtonofcordonia, @kamybelen-blog, @jonna811, @holly-park, @violetflipflops, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @skymagick17, @justhedeepsea, @mrswalkerwrites, @mrwalkerchoices, @appleblossomqueen

Special shoutout to @kittenmusicals. I hope you feel better sis, in the meantime, enjoy some Drake. I’m working on the other fic I promised! Love you. 💕 

Also, my MC’s name is Freya Beauchamp, because I’m hopelessly obsessed with Witches of East end and I’m still bitter there are only 2 seasons. 

Pairing: Drake x MC (obviously)

Rating: children please look away. NSFW under cut

Word count: 1990+ oops

Freya hasn’t been able to sleep ever since the Coronation ball and tonight wasn’t an exception. A glance at her phone revealed that it was already way past midnight, and judging by the darkness enveloping Madeleine’s estate, she was the only one still wrapped in the events that happened thorough the day. Running a hand trough through her hair, she finally gave up on pacing and sat on the edge of her bed. Her thoughts drifted on their own, from one event to another, from faces to faces and between little bits of conversations. She didn’t make an effort to organize them and suddenly, she felt the wave of exhaustion wash over her. She didn’t fight it. Closing her eyes, she drifted into an uneasy sleep, haunted by the strangest dreams, involving nameless faces and uneasy feelings, that eventually yanked her right back into consciousness.

Freya cursed under her breath and grabbed the leather jacket from the sofa. A walk might do her good. Back home, whenever she couldn’t sleep, she used to go running. But here, she wasn’t sure if the nobles would approve of her running around the perfectly maintained walkways, so a walk would have to do.

Careful not to be too loud, she closed the door behind her and strolled towards the gardens. The night was calm and warm, the sky clear. The stars reminded her of the night she spent with Drake on Olivia’s estate – “Oof.” She left out her breath as she run into someone. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking …“ she started but her voice trailed off when she realized who stood in front of her.

“Drake? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping like the rest of the people?” He merely lifted an eyebrow and left his gaze travel over here, as if to remind her that he wasn’t the only one out of bed. She smiled faintly. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk,” she explained, tugging at the loose thread on her jacket. “That makes the two of us, then,” he retorted and then smirked. “But I have another thing accompanying me.” He offered her a flask and she took it without hesitation, taking a sip. The familiar burn of the whiskey running down her throat felt strangely comforting. Another gulp of the drink and she could feel the warmth pooling in her stomach, relaxing her limbs. “Maybe I should’ve come straight to your room for the cure.” As soon as the word left her mouth she glanced at Drake, whose shoulders became suddenly stiff and expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, he finally looked her in the eyes and she noticed the conflict in his eyes, the tension in his whole body and she wanted nothing more than to hug him and have him tell her that everything is going to be okay and that she’ll wake up from this nightmare soon enough. “I don’t think that would be really wise, Beauchamp. Even just now we’re risking a lot, even if we’re only out here as friends.”

She didn’t argue. Instead she fell into step with him, as they slowly made their way around the estate. They didn’t pay much attention to where they were going and soon they found their way deep into the maze, illuminated only by the moonlight and the shimmering stars. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? You don’t ever see that many stars in the city.” Freya gazed wistfully over the night sky and subconsciously grabbed Drake by the hand, leaning into him. She loved New York, but one thing she missed back home was exactly this – millions of stars, gazing down at her. They stood completely still for what seemed like eternity, before Drake turned slightly towards her and cupped her face with his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Freya felt her heart flutter and she slipped her arm around his waist, the other hand still entwined with his. “Beauchamp …“ Drake’s voice carried a heaviness that she grew used to, but tonight it stirred her own emotions and she could feel her eyes well with tears.

“Don’t cry. Please. Not over me.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks and then suddenly frowned. “What am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. Not with you. Not while we’re still in this mess.” He stepped away from her, but Freya grabbed his wrists. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you let your guard down, if only for tonight? Drake, you can’t put everyone else before you for your whole life. Sometimes you must choose your own happiness over someone else.” Tears were glistening in her eyes and her grip hasn’t faltered. She wanted to shake him, scream at him, yell some sense into him. Her nails dug into his wrists and he winced from the pain. “Oh … I’m sorry.” She let him go.

“I told you, Beauchamp. I won’t make you decide until this whole mess is over. Liam is madly in love with you and I can’t do this to him. You should be with him. He can you give everything that you deserve, whereas I … I don’t have anything to offer and you deserve the entire world. When all this is over I won’t be here anymore and you both can have your fairytale ending, after all.” Her eyes grew wide.

“What do you mean, you won’t be here anymore? Drake, what are you talking about? Where are you going?” Drake bit his lip and turned away from her. His heavy sigh was followed by silence. She waited for the explanation, frozen in place. “I’m going to find Savannah. I wanted to tell you, just … not like this. When all of this is over and Liam is free to choose you … Well, let’s just say that it’s best for all of us if I stay away for a while.”

A sudden burst of hysterical laughter from Freya made him finally turn around. “What’s so funny?”

Tears were now streaming down her face and her laughter turned to sobs as she lunged onto him, her fist wrinkling the lapels of his jacket. “Why can’t you- why won’t see how much you mean to me? I keep telling you, over and over again, how much I care about you and you just keep pushing me away! You’re always so guarded and then you go and kiss me and the next day you act as if nothing happened! You toast marshmallows with me, you kiss me again, and then you again act as if it meant nothing, all the talk of how much I mean to you, all the moments in between … And then again you try to push me away. If I could force myself to love Liam instead of you I would, but neither of us gets to choose –“

She stopped herself when her words finally caught up with her brain. Panic started rising in her chest and she froze, unable to tear her gaze away from his. The moment stretched between them, time seemed to stay still and all Freya could hear was her own heartbeat, pumping loudly in her ears.

And then she felt his arm around her waist, the other arm tangled in her hair, pulling her close to him. His lips came crushing onto hers, not bothering to be gentle and she retaliated with her own hunger and desperate desire for him, pouring all her frustrations into the kiss. “Drake,” she finally muttered in between kisses, “I have to know how you feel. Please. Show me what you feel for me.”

He groaned and pulled her even closer until there was no space between them, answering her pleas with scorching kisses, his hands roaming all over her, tangling in her hair, caressing her curves and trying to get rid of her leather jacket, all at the same time. Heat started pooling in the pit of her stomach as Drake pulled her with him, till his knees found the nearby bench. He sat down, allowing her to straddle him, while never breaking contact with her lips. His hands found the buttons of her jeans on their own and as he started opening them she finally discarded the jacket that now lay on the floor. None of them bothered to pick it up.

With her jeans now undone, she rubbed against his bulge and he sneaked a hand in her panties. She moaned as he inserted a finger into her and then another, slowly teasing her, rubbing her core. Tension started rising deep in her and her rugged breathing became even more elaborate. “Drake, I …” He drowned the rest of her words in another searing kiss and then brought his lips towards her ear. “Come for me, Freya.” He felt her hips involuntarily buckle on his lap.

“Tell me. Drake, please tell me how you feel.”

Bringing his lips to her ear once more he nibbled at her earlobe for a while before retorting. “I love you Freya.” And his hoarse whisper was enough to send her over the edge. She bit his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming out loud when she came undone all over his palm. He allowed her to ride out her orgasm before gently pushing her from his lap. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, Freya. You had me the first time I laid eyes on you.”

She stood up to fully remove her jeans, but his hands were already on her hips, tugging at her underwear, his mouth lingering just above her core. He kissed her silken skin just under her belly button and then lower, lower, until he made a path to her quivering wetness. It was now Freya’s turn to tangle her hands into her hair as he lapped at her, tasting her and, god damn did she taste good.

“Drake …” His name escaped her lips as a plea and he pulled her back into his lap. She unbuckled his belt while rocking her hips in anticipation and when she finally freed him, she rubbed herself along his length, now her turn to tease him. “Please …” His silent word sent her almost in a delirious nirvana and she finally lowered herself onto him, agonizingly slow and then started rocking her hips, using his shoulders as an anchor to steady herself. She planted kisses all over his chest, up his neck and along his jaw. She kept a steady rhythm and felt herself edging closer again.

Drake bit his lip to silence the guttural moan threatening to escape his lips and felt Freya tightening around him. “Come for me, baby,” he muttered and admired her curves when she threw her head back in ecstasy. He used his free hand to bring her back to his lips, the other landed on her clit and all her nerve endings felt is they were on fire. He tasted of her and whiskey and desire and she couldn’t get enough of it. “I’m not going to last any longer,” he warned her and she dug her nails into his biceps, arching her back, now riding him faster.

She felt him twitch inside her and her whole world exploded into darkness when she flew over the edge again, coming all over him, her juices mixing with his.

Drake might have died and gone to heaven. “Are you real? Are you still here?” he murmured, despite her weight still pressing on him and her lips on his. “Drake.” His eyes flew open.

“We can make this work. I know we can. Fuck what the rest of the world throws towards us. As long as we fight together.” He smiled. Suddenly everything was even more complicated than before but somehow, he finally felt as if they could brave the storm that was coming. Hope, he realized. He dared to hope. “I love you, Freya.”

[allaboutkaitlynliao-blog]

Kaitlyn Liao Fan Fiction Master List

I will sort this by Author’s Name. Work in Progress. 

@2indecisive4this:  Poison Ivy Request 1 (CYOA between Becca and Kaitlyn at the bottom) Request 1 Kaitlyn x MC (Ella) Request 62 Kaitlyn x MC

@angie73183: Choices Fanfic: Face Your Fears (Kaitlyn x MC

@beccas-bangs: Brave (Kaitlyn x MC)

@breezeemetoo: Comfort in Your Arms Distractions The Mirror Does Not Lie Nothing Happened Shooting Star @diamondchoice: Game Day Gym AU Jealousy Natasha Fic Protection Soulmate AU Valentine’s Day @erza-liao: Memories Passion to Love You Three Years    @fairy-hollow: Confessions of Love @freshman-imagine-that: You Just Couldn’t Wait Could You? @gplaychoices: Summer - Part 1 Wedding Day

@hollyashton : Back to the Start Candy Apple Red   Candy Apple Red Part 2 NSFW Touch and Go Wake up where you are

@kaitloyalist: Looking into our Future

@kaitlynsmoshpit A Lover’s Getaway (Kaitlyn/MC)

@kittenmusicals: Kindled Flame My Little Trailblazer  Sparks

@lacksubstance-productions:  Baby You’re No Good NFSW The Calm Before the Freakout Drabble: MC x Kaitlyn with kids of their own sometime in the future It Doesn’t Matter Who I Sing To  Kaitlyn X MC crime Masquerade Take Your Frustrations Out on Me NFSW Wicked Games NFSW

@lauraotaku2234: Kaitlyn x MC (NSFW) Kaitlyn x MC (NSFW) My Fault Revelation. Kaitlyn Fanfic . Wedding Day… Imperfection?

@mayasbananapuddin: Are We There Yet?

@mcnamedstephanie: The Aurora Music Festival: Kaitlyn’s Perspective Breakfast in Bed (MCxKaitlyn) Her Muse (KaitlynxMC) Roomates mrs-reyes:  Love and Care: The Freshman

@niasusanto :  Hello Again Part 1 Hello Again Part 2 Date Night Date Night part 2 Date night part 3 Date Night part 4 When all the drama all settled, I imagine a sweet scene with my dearest Kaitlyn @perpetualchoices: Back to Normal P1 Back to Normal P2 Back to Normal P3 Back to Normal P4 Happy Anniversary The Game

@sidneyrockbell Kaitlyn’s Couples Therapy Session with/for Sidney You were right

@texanhusker: Altar Black Cat - Kaitlyn x MC Blame Campfire Choices Clarity Confrontation Cruising Dance floor First Contact - AU First Day Going Clubbing Good Directions Happier Her Room Holding on to Something Hot in Here Hot in Here Part 2 Jealous - Kaitlyn x MC (NSFW) Kaitlyn’s Girl Markings Math Class - Kaitlyn x MC MC meeting Kaitlyn’s parents a second time Movie Night The One Ride of Life The Roof Slip and Slide - Kaitlyn x MC Solving My Problem Summertime Loving Wanted Wickoff You belong with me

@zakurohatsune  Te odio porque no puedo odiarte (In Spanish)  What I did 

[diamondsaregold]

‘Where the Water is Still’ - A Drake x MC Fanfic

#ChoicesCreates Round 15 

Prompt: “That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!” 

Rating: T

Summary: In which our MC in The Royal Romance is more timid than bold. Meeting the brash commoner forces her to confront her own stagnancy and her desires, along with the past that’s led her to him. Part flashback, part real-time romance, all introspective.

Author’s Note: The fic is divided into 6 parts, with an image preceding each section. Steamy-ish Drake x MC action goes down in Part 5.

I wrote this for anyone who has ever felt that their identity has been swallowed whole by anxiety; that they paled in comparison to the hero or MC of a story. I hope you enjoy reading.

(Shoutout to @kittenmusicals for teaching me how to add this newfangled “Keep reading” feature. Bless your soul.)

- one -

She traces her fingers over the tangle of routes again. Tries to make sense of the color-coding and minuscule text that’s making her mind spin, and remember all the directions that her roommate gave her.

Well, sort of. “You’ll find your way, don’t worry!” he hollered, before waving and running out the door for what probably was his fifth audition that week.

Except after standing in front of this subway map for the 10 minutes, she is no closer to finding her destination than she was before. The lady staring dumbly at her phone and sitting at the help desk is starting to give her weird looks, and the business people who know exactly where they’re going jostle her as they breeze past in slacks and polished shoes. One almost knocks her over, and she stumbles to regain her balance.

Exhaling, she kneads the back of her cramping neck. She pulls out her phone and looks over the text that her brother sent her, the only line of text on the white screen. Mom’s worse than usual. You haven’t called, have you?

She gave up on being the perfect daughter two weeks ago, when she boarded a plane that took her 3000 miles away. But it’s the unbearable bitterness she imagines on her mother’s face that prevents her from calling home. Still, she is not strong enough to face anything head on.

And so she stalls and stands in the center of a blur of people who have places to go, while trying to convince herself that she does, too.

When she eventually finds the correct path and train, she hears the conductor announce its departure. The doors slam close as she bursts in, out of breath.

The compartment is crowded, and she’s forced to stand in the center, between the two exit doors. Carefully, so as to avoid eye contact, she scans over the various passengers packed into the space. All wear the same dreary expression, as if the subway is taking them all somewhere grim and they’ve been resigned to their fate. They remind her of the people from her own town.

She clenches the metal pole tighter. She won’t end up like that. She’s going to a great school, she knows what she wants to become, and she has the heart to make something of herself in this new city. Her dreams will keep her invigorated.

All she needs to do is make sure that she keeps moving forward.

- two -

It’s the night of the Cordonian ball, and she’s standing in the corner. Again.

Ideally, she would be hovering by the dinner table, waiting for the various noble people to invite her into frilly conversations about politics and government. Better yet, she’d glow in the center of the ballroom, swaying to the music and waltzing with the well-dressed men who smile pleasantly at her.

But tonight, her feet feels like lead. The glare of diamond-encrusted spotlights, the frantic gaze of bow-tie clad servers, the high-pitched trills of ladies’ laughter, all make her shrink. The ballroom is too bright, too loud, and it stretches miles into the distance.

So she stays back, busying herself with a half-finished flute of champagne and sneaking glances at the man in the denim shirt across the room.

She focuses on the lines of his back. Broad. Tight. A little tense. Her gaze slips down, down the curve of his bicep, along the wrinkle of his jean shirt that exposes his forearms, to his strong hands rubbing slowly against each other.

Pink blots her cheeks, and she swallows. How many hours a day does she spend with her eyes fixed on him? Over the past few weeks, she’s become attuned to his presence, pulled to him as he walks into any room with his sturdy gait and watchful eyes.

For all his aversion to the royal life, Drake is firmly rooted in Cordonia. He is devoted to protecting the prince, and despite his constant warnings of traitors and ingenuine nobles, he has no shortage of friends. The group of guys he’s standing with on the other side of the room is a testament to that.

More than anything, she envies the ease with which he can slip into a trained scowl and stare even the most uptight nobles down until they skitter away. He knows exactly what he wants to do, and who he is. So long as he has himself and a bottle of cheap whiskey, he can make a home out of anywhere.

Maybe that’s why she likes him so much: he is everything she wishes she could be. Truth is, she’s never been brave from birth. No, she molded her body into hard edges of courage and gusto, after years of shaking behind closed walls. This assurance is still foreign to her.

She can hear him laughing from across the room, and she cranes her neck ever so slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse and send her heart into dangerous overdrive again. But he’s hidden behind the mass of chuckling people. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he punches a neighbor playfully in the shoulder, before bursting out into laugher with the group again.

Who’s making him laugh? Most certainly, she could walk over and casually slide into their conversation. She’d revel in his chocolate gaze, one that she’s recently noticed tends to linger on her lips for a split second too long, and that lopsided smirk she swears he reserves just for her. Maybe he’ll brush his hand against hers, burn patterns into her wrist, when he thinks no one is looking.

But the strands of hair from her braided bun (that took Hana hours to complete) are slipping down into her face, and the lace dress that Maxwell reassured her she looked marvelous in feels far too heavy. The room grows brighter, louder, and she feels her head spinning.

Tonight, wishful thinking isn’t enough to pull her out of the deep end. In a room filled with perfect women and reeking of deceit, she is wilting. Here, she’s never been more acutely aware of the moments she’s wasted.

The one she’s wasting now.

Downing her glass of champagne (she cringes at the bitter aftertaste), she heads for the doors.

She can already see Bertrand throwing up his hands and scolding her for not “mingling,” making a good impression on the nobility at the party. But it’s the thought of Maxwell—shaking his head, with just that small glimmer of disappointment in his face, before forcing an encouraging smile—that spurs her guilt. Always, it is her promise to him that propels her back into the world of false smiles and pleasantries. For a moment, she can almost pretend that she belongs here.

Not tonight. Amid the ripple of laughter and dancing in the ballroom, and the strange ache in her chest that’s been unraveling since she first stepped off the plane, she slips out the door and into the frosty air of the night.

Exhaling, she rakes her fingers through the bun (she silently apologizes to Hana) and lets the cold breeze stream through. She leans against the railing of the balcony and finally, finally closes her eyes.

You can breathe now. You can breathe now. You can breathe now.

But the disdain of a neighboring attendee’s snort at your fumbled greeting and the radiant, incomparable beauty of the foreign ladies who flock to the prince are embroidered into her drooping, secondhand dress and burn red with shame. The noise does not die down.

(As well as the hope. She hates herself for hoping that somehow—despite how unsteady she feels—he is moments away from sauntering up and whispering a hello to her ear.)

Slipping down, she presses her forehead to the icy surface of the railing. These days, the uproar has reached a fever pitch. Sometimes, she swears that there are waves crashing inside, beating against the walls. Begging for release.

The storm will quiet eventually. Even as she’s heaving with body hunched over, shivering in the cold, she knows that it’s yet another moment that will pass.

But for now, it rages on. And so she turns to what she is best at. She stays still. Breathes. Tries to move as little as possible, save for the steady pulse of a slowing heartbeat and jagged inhale and exhale. Hold onto the stagnancy. Movement is everywhere—in the ballroom, in her brain, in his eyes (soft one moment, hardened the next), in the shifting gazes that scorn her everywhere she turns. For once, she wants it all to be motionless.

Stay still enough, and you can stop everything from disintegrating. This she knows is true.

- three -

“Why don’t you stay?”

Bitter words fly out off of her mother’s tongue as she scurries around the room, tossing clothes into her already bulging suitcase. She can feel a prickle of annoyance (as she always does when she and her mother clash) but it’s quickly forgotten when she remembers the promise of a new life.

Still, as she pulls out of her driveway, she sees her in the kitchen window. Her mother’s figure is dark, barely illuminated by the tiny lamp they keep in the corner, but she sees all weathered skin and sacrifices and worry.

She is stubborn. If she leaves, she cannot return. Even if it means that her mother’s only child ran away without looking back.

As she’s driving by yellowing fields, barbed fences, the neighbors she grew up with, walking down the street with exhaustion written all over their faces, she’s struck by the harrowing decay that fills the air here. A place where dreams turn to dust, and courage to complacency. For too long, she’s wanted so desperately to escape falling into their same fate.

So where is the euphoria? The freedom?

She steps on the gas pedal, and whizzes past it all. Don’t think about the dead ends they all warned her of, her mother’s unanswered texts to her older brother. Think of herself.

Leap off the cliff and set everything into motion. Risk ruining the illusion of safety and facing irreparable heartbreak, yes. But better a life spent in passion, rather than slow decay.

The more she says this to herself, the more likely she’ll believe it.

After she parks at the airport, she pulls out a pristine sheet of paper, creased only once down the center. Her gaze darts across the page, drinking in the words as if it’s the first time she’s seeing it again. Slowly, her eyes sparkle, then a grin filled with hope.

The light in her face sets everything aglow. Street musicians, twinkling billboards, and towering skyscrapers: she can envision it all already. Her own story. All she needs is to take that dive.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to our 4-year study program, here in New York City…

- four -

The light suddenly goes out, and she looks up to see him in front of her. “The sun is driving me crazy.”

“Sun safety is no joke.” The dry retort is out her mouth before she can even register it. Drake raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Maxwell and Hana tossing a volleyball back and forth, and farther along the beach, the prince, staring into the aquamarine waters. But right now, her focus is on the man in front of her. The one that is shirtless and dripping with water, and whose dark brown gaze trained on her makes her skin feel like its on fire.

“You’re something else, aren’t you?” he muses aloud, and she forces her gaze up, away from his chiseled stomach. Oops. She sputters, and he laughs, plopping next to her with a heavy sigh and a poorly disguised smirk.

As if he thinks she didn’t catch him ogling her when they were in the water earlier. She scowls, and he laughs again, before pulling on his white T-shirt (She pretends the rush she feels is relief, not disappointment.)

They fall into a silence, though she can’t tell whether it’s comfortable or not—honestly, she can never tell with Drake. For now, his deep gaze is steady on the horizon, expression calm but unreadable. Maybe that’s why she feels so warm.

Or maybe it’s her own rapidly beating heart, the small thrill in her stomach when he scoots an inch closer to her. She can’t read him, but she does know she doesn’t want this moment to end

Her knee is close to her, so close that she can feel his heat. She bites her lip. Should she?…She almost smacks herself in the head. What is she, a bumbling schoolgirl with an unreciprocated crush?

Definitely not unreciprocated. He’s clearly attracted to her, if his cocky grin when he caught her admiring him is any indication.

Drake always comes to her first. He challenges her to skiing competitions, invites her for late night drinks, walks up to her lonely bench on the beach (while shirtless and wet, too). She knows that he doesn’t deal out attention freely, and that there’s something that draws him inexplicably to her, the same way she can’t pull her gaze from him.

In this light, she notices how defined his jaw is—rough, dark with stubble and sand–and balls up her fists, hoping to dissolve her prickling desire to reach out and brush it off for him.

No. She unclenches her fists. Remember, she wants to make that first move.

And this where she seems to be having the problem. Under the blistering rays of the sunlight, she’s trapped. It’s as if she’s suspended in this moment of indecision, lost in the space between his body and hers.

Nearby, Maxwell and Hana dart into the washer, shrieking with laughter and splashing each other. How easy would it be for her to excuse herself and join the two, escape this unbearable, smoldering tension?

But she’s not that girl anymore. And just as she can’t stay in one place, she can’t keep running away either. Steeling herself, she slowly inches to the right…

“Come on. What do you say we have some real fun in the water now?” He jumps to his feet, holds a hand out to her, and her momentum leaves with a whoosh.

“Oh!” He stares down at her with an enticing grin, and she can see the sunlight swimming in his dark brown eyes. She was just about to finally… “Um.”

When she hesitates for too long and disappointment rises to his face, something inside her like frustration, annoyance, exhaustion surges to the surface and boils over.

What is she doing? For once, she wants to be the one to initiate something, uninterrupted. Moments like these are far too fleeting, and her courage is a ticking timer. She doesn’t want Drake to save her; she wants to break free on her own.

Before she can talk herself out of it again, her hands fist in his shirt and haul him far, far left.

They stumble together into the small beach restroom. It’s cramped and dark, but she can make out how wide his eyes are with surprise. He’s probably just as shocked as she feels right now.

But his gaze darts down to her mouth—she knows, because his breath hitches and mingles with hers, and he moves a hair closer. And it’s enough to propel her forward and into him.

His lips are softer than she expected; she thought they’d be rough, like the hardness that she associates with his demeanor and appearance. Right now, they’re frozen with surprise; she’s betting that he didn’t expect this boldness from her, and she glows with pride.

But as quickly as they left, the doubts resurface. Did she go too far? What if…he doesn’t truly feel the same?

She’s submerged in ice water, she’s 18 again, and it’s too much. Pulling back, she starts babbling, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

Then he slams his mouth into hers, and all she can think is Oh.

His hands clasp her hips and he swivels them around, so that her back is flush against the door. She can him fumble with the lock and then a click. With a sharp inhale, he presses himself back into her.

Kissing Drake is something else. His hands mold themselves to her frame, and he tugs her tighter to him with every passing second, to the point where she’s not sure where his body ends and hers begins. He kisses her harder, harder, with almost stinging pressure.

He tastes like whiskey. Dragging a hand across his back and reveling in its tautness, she whimpers. When she runs her hands through his damp hair (notes how it’s soft, too), his grip around her tightens. She feels his low groan from the back of her throat all the way down to her tingling toes.

Finally, she pulls away and and they both gasp for air. All she can hear is the sound of their chests heaving in unison.

Drake doesn’t remove his hands from her hips. Carefully, she reaches a hand up and brushes his mussed locks out of his face. He presses his forehead against her palm, sighing into her touch. Through the cracks light through the wooden door, she can make out the mix of desire and doubt in his eyes.

She needs him to know that she’s not fragile, that yes, she doesn’t want their first to be their last. So she kisses him again, gently. “I wanted this.” He nods, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her arms slip around him.

They hold each other like that until he weaves her fingers into his and leads them back into the light. “Come on, I have something to show you,” he murmurs.

- five -

It’s 2 AM. Laying in bed, she tastes nothing but bitterness.

Being a waitress was supposed to be a temporary job. “It’s just for the moment,” she reassured her mother over the phone. “Something to help me pay the bills.” She wanted to help, but it was refused. This was the whole point of her moving out–to depend on herself alone and find her own way. Besides, hadn’t she caused enough damage for her poor mother already?

Moments unfolded into weeks, which turned to months. The agents never called back, and the sporadic acting stints ended as soon as they began. Over time, she stopped trying, stopped making excuses.

This had been her pattern for the past two years: crawling out of bed at 8 am, catering to rowdy drinkers at the bar, and then dragging herself home at night. It was still barely enough to afford her tiny apartment and take care of herself.

Next door, the neighbors start rapping on the wall again, yelling about whatever it was they hated about each other for the week. She can barely hear them above the ringing in her ears, and the invisible weight pressing down into her lungs and pinning her to the mattress.

At work, she stayed positive, joking with Daniel during their breaks how she was set for Broadway next year. Behind closed walls, she’d stagger and remember leaps of faith.Wondered why her heart was still palpitating, even though she’d stayed in one place for the past two years. Why it felt like she was still in the middle of falling.

She knows now that all this time, she has been clinging to the edge of a cliff. That as safe and same as her life feels now, she is withering away. It isn’t a matter of if, but of when. How much longer can she bear to stay?

When a group of guys visit the bar the following night and she meets a prince of some sorts (Although, she must admit she’s never been one for fairy tales. Between their bits of conversation, she finds her gaze slipping over to the stocky brunette man with a denim shirt and a brooding stare), she shakes it off as another strange night, nothing more than an amusing anecdote to recount in the future.

Until the next morning, when Maxwell hands her a plane ticket with a cheeky grin, and she realizes that it’s the opportunity to start over again.

She takes it. Sends a quick text to her mom and brother, grabs her suitcase, and starts for the familiar unknown.

Maybe she’s doing the same thing she’s always done, running away from a past that’s dried up and towards another that is enticing but all too similar. But wherever this new road takes her, whether astray or to decay, she knows that it’s time for her to go.

Whatever horizon lies beyond this choice, she wills herself to move forward.

- six -

They hold hands during the entire trek to whatever destination Drake has in mind. Even when she slips in the hot sand, her hand tightly clasped in his large one keeps her upright. It reminds her of their late night rendezvous, gazing up at a starlit night sky or shifting closer to each other in a dimly lit wine cellar. That same fluttering, thrilling feeling of wonder, and of being held.

“Well, here we are.” They’ve stopped in front of the entrance to a cave, carved into the side of a rocky beachside cliff.

As they step in, the air grows cold. It’s damp and dark, save for a few spots of light, and she squints to maneuver the grooves of the terrain below.

The wind whistles through her hair. She can hear the waves outside, the sounds of their crashing reverberating off of the small walls. The white noise is so loud that she can’t even comprehend Drake’s words, until she sees him gesture at her to come over.

“Look, there.” He points to a crack in the wall, and it’s as if they’re suspended again. She expects wave pools with soft rippling water, tranquil and majestic.

What she finds is chaos. Below, the ocean tide rears up against a strip of rocky wall. Water sloshes about the rocks, froth teeming around the sand. Waves slam into each other, in a deafening roar that increases in pitch before everything falls silent, for just an instant, before the rhythm starts up again.

She wants to imprint this sliver of sea, one picture of waves crashing mercilessly into a rock wall head first, permanently into her mind.

Whatever Drake sees in her face makes him break out in a huge grin, utterly unlike his usual retrained, knowing smirks. It’s filled with unbridled joy, and it makes her heart skip a beat. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

She sees the breeze whipping through his dark hair, the sunlight in his eyes. His gaze is soft, even softer than before. “Yes.”

Something giddy bubbles to the surface, something free, and she slips into his embrace. His arms wrap around her. Standing with her back to his chest and his chin resting on top of her head, they gaze down together.

Again and again, the ocean swells and crashes. Deep down, she knows that this moment is not enough. That her tomorrow holds no promise of clear skies and blissful touches.

Still, she breathes him in and shuts her eyes. Remembers what it feels like to be in Drake’s arms, to be home.

It is enough for now.

Final Note: All pictures are not mine, with the exception of the last one. I took that photo during a recent trip to the beach, where I visited this beautiful, secluded cave. All you could hear inside was the sound of waves crashing. 

Hope you all have a lovely weekend of relaxation, Choices, and self-care. 💕 

[endless-vall]

Their future - Kenna/Raydan fanfic

Summery: After defeating the iron empire, and restoring peace, Kenna can finally think of her future as queen of Stormholt. But, with her mother and all of her mentors gone, it turns out to be a difficult thought. At the unusual sight of her being unsure and upset, Raydan offers himself for comfort, and Kenna gets a reminder of all of her accomplishments, as well as a reassurance about her future. Author's note: This is my entry for this week's choices creates prompt "We are made of all those who have built and broken us". When reading this prompt, I immediately thought about Kenna (and Raydan) 😊😊 I also remember liking a post about Kenna planting apple trees and starting the Cordonian culture, so there's slight mentions of that (or rather, hinting) ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this! 😊 Tagging the lovely hosts @kittenmusicals and @hollyashton

“Is there anything bothering you, my queen?” Raydan’s voice rang in her ears. “Hmm?” Kenna looked up from the window she was staring down at, only to meet Raydan’s concerned expression. He stood there, examining her, still awaiting an answer.  “Oh, no, of course not.” she said, mostly out of instinct. He knew better than to believe that half-lie. It was one of those rare moment when Kenna has let her guard down, when the look in her eyes didn't seem so purposeful and sure of herself, and Raydan couldn't help but feel he had to to make that unsure, upset look wear off of her face. He didn’t want to pry further, knowing she’ll tell him on her own terms. Instead, he offered her his hand.

She took his hand in hers, even though she didn’t quite understand what he intended to do with it. As soon as she did, Raydan yanked her up, and started pulling her somewhere. “What-Where are we going?” she asked, caught completely off-guard. But, that wasn’t a bad thing. Soon, she found herself running around the castle with Raydan, hand by hand, sneaking away with him. He was a master of spies, after all - so it was no surprise to her that he successfully avoided anyone’s eyes catching them. Not that she would mind - her relationship with Raydan was no secret, but that brought back memories of her past. She remembered running around the same corridors with Dom, playing and evading Gabriel. that was such a good memory, and defiantly a remainder she needed right now. At last, they stopped, in the garden of the palace. Raydan brought them towards an apple tree, and he sat, leaning against the tree trunk. She sat next to him, not waiting for an invitation, and he wrapped an arm around her. “Thank you, Raydan. i needed this.” She admitted. “Needed to run? I, for one, thought we ran around in this war enough for a lifetime. I’d like to be able to sit down, finally.” He told her, having a double meaning to his words, and not knowing how his words brought back all those worries she’s just forgotten.  She wanted to explain, but stopped herself. Raydan probably noticed the change in her, and talked again, now in a serious tone. “Kenna, if you need someone to talk to, i offer myself not only as a man who knows a secret’s worth, but also as a man...” he stopped before saying those words. “who’s in love with you.” he completed his sentence. He didn’t know where were they standing right now. Sure, They were in a relationship, but those words, however true and meaningful they were, have yet to be exchanged by them. And besides, they never truly discussed what kind of relationship were they getting themselves into. Kenna giggles to herself, leaving Raydan stunned. From all of the possible reactions he has considered, this wasn’t even close to being one of them. “Oh! i mean. Sorry. I just remembered i told Aurynn we’re in love, and only now i figured, we never said it out loud. not to each other - at least.” Kenna explained, calming his doubt. He was surprised at first, what did Aurynn had to with that? But then he brushed that off and chuckled too, pulling Kenna closer, feeling unexpected warmness and happiness filling him, at the thought that Kenna loved him, too. Kenna shifted from his grasp, now facing him. “I...” she bited her lip. “I know I’ve accomplished many things in the past few years. But I’ve lost many, too. My mother, Gabriel, Leon, and many soldiers who chose to follow me. And now look at me, Having Luther Nevrakis as an ally. Sure, he surprisingly haven’t betrayed me, and honestly, at some point I stopped believing that he would, and I’m even grateful for having Helena, Diavolos and even Zenobia at my side, but… well, I’m just trying to say, this isn’t the way I thought I’ll become queen. Or, rather, this isn’t exactly how I thought the last three years would play out.” Kenna admitted, feeling the weight being lifted from her shoulders.  “I guess I miss the way things used to be, even though I didn’t appreciate them back then.” Kenna added. “Kenna, we are made of all those who have built and broken us.” Raydan always had known which words to choose to comfort her. His statement hit her, like a ship hitting an iceberg. As Kenna thought about it, she realized he was right. Both the positive and negative events she went through had an influence on her and helped shape the person she has become. Everything she thought she knew back then crumbled down before her eyes, and she had re-learned the true meaning of certain words. War, peace, loyalty, love, patience, duty… those were only a few examples that floated to her mind. Instead of letting her loss get the best of her, she used it as firewood for her burning will to never give up.  She certainly wasn't saying the bad things had to happen to her for her to come that far, but there was no denying they had a strong effect on the kind of queen she was today. “Kenna, you’ve reclaimed your throne as the rightful queen of stormholt, you’ve gathered a powerful alliance who would follow you to the end of the world, you’ve ended the long-standing war. You’ve brought peace, not only between the five kingdoms but with Ducitora as well, you've made your mother's dream a reality and I have no doubt, that deep down, you know what your next step should be.” Raydan reminded her. Kenna got to make some difficult choices these past few years, but looking back, she has made the right ones. Calculating pros and cons but also knowing when to follow her heart. At the end of the day, she was now going to be making those decisions for her entire kingdom, but after Raydan’s reassurance, she trusted herself to make the right choices. There were still many things she had yet to learn, but she was willing to give it her best. “Where do we start?” Kenna asked him, now back in her usual, decisive tone. "Wherever you want, my queen." Raydan wore his most sincere smile, the one reaching his eyes. "For too long I have lived in the present, planning ahead just as far as I could throw. I think it is time I start thinking about the future." The wounded were tend to, celebrated as war heroes, the damage caused by the on-going war was started to be repaired and rebuild, Diavolos was appointed king and ruler of Abanthus, the five kingdoms were closer than ever. Kenna turned out to be an outstanding queen, not just when she was a "warrior queen". Kenna and Raydan found themselves visiting that same tree whenever they sought comfort and always found it in each other. A year later, under the same apple tree, Kenna proposed. And Raydan, of course, accepted.

[thedrakeside]

#FANFICFRIDAY  ⇶ 7 BRAND NEW Drake fics                                             (+ 5 new chapters) ⬱

Here’s the weekly updated list of Drake-fics, if you have written one not listed here please send a message to let me know. Enjoy your Drake-fest over the weekend 📚📖😍

1. Drake’s Stupid Heart - by: firefly-hwufanficwriter - Chapter 18, 19, 20, 21 2. A Moment Too Far - by: Heart-Drake - chapter 5 3. Bad Idea - by: joyfulchoices - read here 4. Lace - by: joyfulchoices - read here 5. The Rooftop - by: diamondlessoption - read here 6. Four Lessons Laced In Whiskey - by: kittenmusicals - read here  7. Memories - by: heart-drake - read here 8. Not Fine - by: joyfulchoices - read here 9. If Things Were Different - by: kittenmusicals - read here

 For previous chapters or older fanfics, check below the cut  ⬎

Drake fanfics A-Z

A Moment Too Far - (by: Heart-Drake) - Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

A Simple Touch - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here

All At Once - (by: Blazerina) - Read here

Burned- (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Come Away With Me - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Decisions - by joyfulchoices -  part 1, part 2, part 3, 

Drake’s Boring Ceiling - (by: firefly-hwufanficwriter) - Read here

Drake’s Stupid Heart - (by: firefly-hwufanficwriter) - Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 

Every Time She Smiles - (by: Hartfeld) - Read here

Falling Like Stars - by punexpectedly - read here 

Never His - Andromeda117 - read here 

Not A Fairytale - (by: Hartfeld) - Read here

Shine And Fade- KittenMusicals - read here 

Side Effects Of Being Human - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here

Something Else - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Something To Remember Me By - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here

Strangers In The Night - kennaofstormholt -  read here 

Where The Water Is Still - (by: MaggieGames) - Read here

Whiskey And A Woman - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Why Should I Stay - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

[tooobsessedfan]

Nothing left unsaid

This is my first fanfic so it might be crap but i wanted to do a cute Mark x Mc piece.

I was inspired by one of my favorite songs to write this one so if you want, give it a listen here!

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Cole asked from their livingroom

“Brooke texted me and said there was an emergency at their apartment” Mark shouted back as he was getting ready to leave.

“Emergency?” Cole shouted,

“She didn’t tell me what happened”.

“weird” Cole said with a sly smile, he knew exactly what was happening.

While on the way to Brookes and Mc’s apartment Mark’s thoughts was racing, What was happening? Why did Cole smile that way?

Three sharp knocks came from outside their door

“Have you been expecting company?” Mc yelled to brooke but with no answer.

“What’s the emergency?” Mark asked,

“Emergency?” Mc answered back

“Brooke texted me and said there was an emergency at your apartment”

“I’ll go ask her” Mc said with a sigh

“don’t you remember Mc?, your TV broke!”

“ooooh right” Mc answered

“Mc show him what’s wrong”

So i’ll get the lights and you lock the door.

As they walk in Mc locks the door quickly

“why’d you lock the door?” Mark asked with a worried look on his face

Let’s say all the thing’s that we couldn’t before.

“We need to talk” Mc said,she could see that Mark was getting worried.

“Is something wrong?”

“Mark..” she sighed as she sat down on her bed and tapped the space beside her to get mark to sit down.

 “I can’t dance around this anymore”

“around what?” Mark said, the worry evident in his voice

“around the fact that i like you more than friends”

She braced for the  impact of rejection

“Mc.....” his voice was low and sweet  “me too” he almost whispered

She threw her hand around him so fast that he almost fell off the bed

“You don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to say that” she said, her smile was bright and bigger than ever.

“lets start right now” he said cupping her face and pulling her in for a deep passionate kiss.

The say love is pain well darling let’s hurt tonight.

I just want to say thank you to @hollyashton , @kittenmusicals and @zigisbisexual for giving me inspiration to write this 💘

[pixelbatsy]

i got tagged by @jebsplayshss and @peace-coast-island thank u bbs!! 

Rules: Tag 15 people after you finish the challenge.

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

oil blotting sheets bc i wouldn’t be #me without them lol

wallet of course

some old football tickets that i should rly take out lmao

napkins bc what kind of asian would i be if i didnt have any

hand sanitizer bc germs are naSTy

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

macbook and gaming laptop sdjkswjsj

tv that i dont ever use yikes

bed, desk, school stuff etc,,,

shoe shelf bc i loev shoes......... so muUcH

my rly cute bulletin board that has pics of me n my friends and too many pics of henry cavill

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

fukin draw or write or something like make myself cry #goals

just get into college bc i hATE college applicationskjhgdsdjkf

give henry cavill a big hug and then we can get married

travel and take pics w my friends and just have an adventure bc texas is pretty and all but i want more!!!

get rich and live in a highrise penthouse with my rich husband preferably henry cavill and adopt a bunch of pets...... we’ll love each other too i swear

Five things that make me feel happy:

a really good fanfic that hits me in all my weak points ugh fade me!!!

ngl LIs in any of the choices books hdfkakj coughchrispowell

sweet creature by my other husband harry styles lmao

fun conversations with anyone that ends up w us in a screaming crying laughing MESS

powerful women COUGHDIANAPRINCEANDKENNARYS

Five things i’m currently into:

YOUNGJUSTICEYOUNGJUSTICEYOUNGJUSTICE

anything batman and the batboys lmao

buzzfeed unsolved ryan and shane are so cute i loev!!

high school musical soundtrack fuk that shit is gud

watching movies w my friends rly late at night over the computer with rabb.it its so useful i just really love talking to my friends with voices instead of just texting them it makes me rly happy idk

Five things on my to-do-list:

edit together more playchoices backgrounds im just a lil lazy rn

college essays and summer reading lol :)))))))

catch up on a bunch of shows that im too lazy to start up again

drink more water stay #hydrated!!

figure out what i want for my bday bc its coming up soon and ppl are going to bombard me with questions so might as well right lol

that was so long but it felt gud to think i havent done that in a while kdhjak juST kiDDiNg..... 15 ppl is a lot tho and idk who has done this already so im just gonna tag and if youve already done this carry on :)

@evisms @kittenmusicals @craighsiao @punexpectedly @kaitloyalist @princeleolicious @thechrispowell @protect-drake @pbophelia @qooniie @choicesvoices @inkarys @mermaidwarriorqueen @alwaysanotheroc @boyscoutmckenzie ♡

[shadeoftheraven]

Tagged

I’ve been tagged by @lookatmychoices. Thanks sweetie!

Rules: Tag 15 people after you finish the challenge.  (Not sure if I can... I don’t think I have 15 people to tag. Eep)

#Five things you’ll find in my bag:

1. An obscene number of pens (I’m a nurse and a writer, I need them) 2. Hard case with my sunglasses in them 3. Headphones 4. Hairbrush and elastics 5. Many, many lipsticks, stains, and various lip colors.  It is honestly an almost unhealthy obssession.

#Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

1. Books, usually fantasy. 2. Cast photos of the various plays I worked on in college. 3. Figurines from places I’ve traveled.  My current favorite is a model of Marie Antoinette’s dress the Pompadour from Sicily 4. Dishes and glasses.  I’m awful at cleaning up after myself 5. Way too many jewelry boxes.  It was like the IT thing to give me when I was younger.

#Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

1. Travel the world.  I’ve made it to some places.  My next stop is New Orleans 2. Horseback ride in the Scottish Highlands 3. Fall in love 4. See a Broadway play 5. Have something published

#Five things that make me feel happy:

1. Music  2. Books 3. Hiking 4. TED talks (I know, I’m weird) 5. Being at my family’s cottage

#Five things i’m currently into:

1. Assassin’s Creed Syndicate (Jacob Frye for the WIN!) 2. Hollywood U (I saw way too many people raving about it and had to check it out.  Oh. My. GOD!  Thomas Hunt is just... ugh!  *Swoon*) 3. Trying to finish the fanfics I start. 4. Choices 5. Hiking

#Five things on my to-do-list:

1. Talk to my landlords.  Now that I’m not moving next month, I want to see what I can do to my place. 2. Laundry, cooking, groceries... generally just being a boring adult 3. Finishing “Found You” Part 3.  Jake is driving me NUTS! 4. Make plans for my cousin’s wedding in November 5. Sleep.  I just got off graveyards, I need to get my sleep cycle back on track.

I tag: @thatcrimsonartist, @a-fangirl-at-heart, @pbophelia, @everythingchoices, @endlessraj, @karapowell, @sarcasticchoices, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @pb-boeboe, @hollyashton, @hartfeld, @kittenmusicals, @zigisbisexual, @storiesbehindyoureyes, @sunnyamongothers

Phew, just made it.

[angstymarshmallow]

#ChoicesCreates Round 18 Masterlist (July 11-July 16)

A big thank you to all the participants of Round 18 of #ChoicesCreates! 🙌🏻 And thanks to the lovely @hollyashton for letting me host this week, I had fun reading each and everyone one of your fanfics! They dazzled me, intrigued me and ultimately left a mark that hopefully other readers will feel once they’ve hand a chance to read. If I’ve missed anyone please let me know and I’ll immediately add to the list.

This week’s prompt was:

“We are made of all those who have built and broken us.” – Atticus

And without further ado here’s the list!

FANFICTION

Endless Summer

No Pairing Ask Me @choochoochoosy Who is Jake McKenzie @endlessflame

Zahra and Craig Made By Being Broken  @alwaysanotheroc

Sean x MC Family Ties @massivelysilentchaos Super  @hartfeld

Sean x Michelle Built as I am Broken @hollyashton

Jake x MC Those Who Have Built and Broken Us Part One @everythingchoices Those Who Have Built and Broken Us Part Two @everythingchoices

Rules of Engagement

No Pairing Family Ties That Bind You Tight @alwaysanotheroc

The Crown and the Flame

No Pairing Utopia @choicestrash

Raydan x Kenna

Their Future @endless-vall Who We Become @misha726author 

The Freshman

No Pairing For Once I See @choicesbyou Broken Pieces @catsrtheboss

Chris x MC Into the Night  @sydneybe83

James x MC/Zig x MC A Man She Deserves @keltic-moon Moving On @hhiggs

The Royal Romance

Drake x MC: Don’t Get Too Close, It’s Dark Inside @rnaxwellbeaumont Four Lessons Laced in Whiskey @kittenmusicals Memories @heart-drake Star-Crossed @punexpectedly The Rooftop  @diamondlessoption

The Prince x MC Just Let Go @carlotta-the-winters Ruins @ashtonlaurent  Shadowed Loyalty @indiacater

The Sophomore 

No Pairing Erlebnisse @peace-coast-island

FANART

Most Wanted

Sam Massey and Dave Reyes @lanapowellblog

[breezeemetoo]

Is there a fanfic where Kaitlyn x MC have a fight then work it out and watch a movie?

Hi! Thanks for the Ask. I've scoureed the fandom and I did not find any Kaitlyn fanfic with that prompt. If anyone has seen anything like this please let us know. Or even better one of our talented writers should try this one (nudge nudge @kittenmusicals, @lacksubstance-productions, @hollyashton, @gplaychoices, @texanhusker, or one of the other awesome writers the fandom has) 😁❤❤

[storiesbehindyoureyes]

Tag Game

Here’s the long overdue post, that I owe to @xo-endlessmayhem-xo​ and @kittenmusicals​. You’re the best. <3

Rules: Tag 15 people at the end of this challenge!

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

My notebook

The ‘Wreck this journal’ book

mini umbrella

to many pens I mean, who even needs 7 blue pens in their bag

First Aid kit

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

So many books

Glass colours

Chargers for my laptop and phone plugged into various outlets

A big ass wardrobe

King size bed

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

Learn to play an instrument (preferably a guitar)

See UK, Ireland and Scotland

Se my favourite singer live

Learn French

Go to a long lone ride to nowhere, just me, my car and music, preferably in autumn

Five things that make me feel happy:

Books

Music

Family and my animals

Warm tea and a blanket in the middle of a rainy autumn afternoon

Chatting with friends, even if they’re on the other side of the world

Five things i’m currently into:

Choices I’m not into them, I’m obssesed with them

Reading all the fanfics of Choices and Sons of Anarchy

Listening to the Sons of Anrachy soundtracks

The Arcana Game

Tarot cards and learing to read them

Five things on my to-do-list:

Go visit UK, Ireland and Scotland

Finally make that goddamn cheesecake that my mother gave me a receipt for

Write a Drake x MC fanfic

Write a Zig x MC fanfic

Graduate

I would tag you guys, but I delayed this for so long that everyone was already tagged. So please, by all means, if you read this - consider yourself tagged.

[diamondsaregold]

Maggie! who among the fandom do you think first when hearing these characters' names? zig, kaitlyn, chris, james, jake, sean, estela, quinn, brooke, cole, mark, ben, drake, maxwell, hana, liam, dave, sam, dom, kenna, raydan, val, party twin, nerdy twin, big bro! I love your blog ❤

Hi Anon! Aw thank you so much 💞😊

Zig: Dani! @zigbadboy and Hannah @zigisbisexualKaitlyn: @min-kahChris: the talented Lana! @lanapowellblogJames: @tkxo-ashtonJake: my sis Krysta! @krystasSean: Mercedes! yeet @zaddysloanEstela: oops idkQuinn: CJ! @quinnskellyBrooke: hmm idkCole: no one lmfaoMark: no one againBen: my faves, Holly and Pepita! @hollyashton and @peepeetahDrake: I’ve had so many discussions with Krysy and Celine about this guy 💕 @kittenmusicals @protect-drake + @joyfulchoices @punexpectedly and @ladyashtonofcordonia for their wonderful fanfic!Maxwell: everyone…in the fandom lmfaoHana: hmmm can I say @zigisbisexual again? Because Hanana 😂👏Liam: I don’t know lolDave: @mirasolsSam: hmmm maybe @ladyashtonofcordonia because of the sam profile picture? I don’t really know 😂Dom: @mermaidwarriorqueenKenna: everyone because we all worship this queen 🙏Raydan: @hartfeld Rebecca’s Raydan fics (well all of them let’s be real) are AMAZINGVal: @quinnskelly again! I love her tags (#sassy brawler gf?? heck yes)Party twin: ummm idk Nerdy twin: no one again lmfaoBig bro: of course @elenasanchez 💕

[firefly-hwufanficwriter-blog]

(Fanfic) Drake’s Stupid Heart 10

June 10, 2017, Saturday [#187]

My masterlists: [Fanfiction.] [Fan edits.]

Title: Drake’s Stupid Heart (Chapter 10) (MC/Drake)

Chapter Ten summary: Prince Liam of Cordonia is told something that he never, ever expected to hear.

Story summary: It wasn’t Drake’s fault that he fell in love with a foreigner who somehow got herself in the running to be the future queen of Cordonia. He had his stupid heart to blame for that.

Links to previous NINE (09) chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09]

Chapter Ten: An Unexpected Development

Thanking his bodyguard for all his hard work, Liam ended the phone call absentmindedly and placed his phone on the side table. Even after climbing into his luxurious bed, he couldn't relax at all – his mind was still trying to think of who had betrayed him at the bachelor party. As Bastien had just informed him, they had been able to buy the photos, which was a relief, of course – but there was still the matter of who had taken them in the first place.

Bastien had said that judging from the photos, only one of Liam's close friends could have been in the position to take them, and Liam didn't know what to think. He didn't want to consider the possibility that either Maxwell or Tariq could have betrayed him like that. In fact, he wanted to immediately dismiss the notion that one of those two could have done it, but as a prince, he had to look at the issue from all angles.

Sighing, he stared at the gilded ceiling of his room and started to go through that night's events in his mind one more time, to figure out if either Maxwell or Tariq had been acting suspiciously...

...when he heard a knock on the door. Happy about the interruption, Liam opened the door, and on the other side was Riley. She was still wearing her blue dress from the ball, looking beautiful as always – but for some reason, she looked a little... worried. Hoping he could make her feel better, Liam welcomed her in warmly and invited her outside for her to see his surprise.

But when she did see it, she had a peculiar reaction. The many candles that were flickering happily around the outdoor hot tub, not to mention the stunning view of the mountains – didn't make Riley smile at all. On the contrary, her eyes widened and she bit her lip.

“Oh... and you even went through all the effort to do this...”

She trailed off, sounding very troubled.

That really wasn't the reaction Liam had anticipated, and, worried that he had done something inappropriate – though truthfully, nothing about inviting one of his suitors to his abode like this was appropriate in the first place – he led her back inside, where they sat down on a small sofa.

But even after they had settled down, Liam didn't know what to do. Having gotten used to Riley's easygoing conversation, seeing her uncharacteristically pensive like this was something Liam wasn't sure how to handle. He didn't know what to say, or what question he should ask her to get to the root of what was bothering her – but she solved the dilemma for him. Looking at Liam straight in the eye, Riley spoke.

“I've come to ask for your permission.”

“My permission? For what?”

“Your permission to leave Cordonia. Prince Liam, I don't think I can marry you.”

(End of Chapter Ten.) (Word count: 499 words.)

Acknowledgements: Hello, everybody! 😀 😀 Since Chapter Ten is a pretty cool milestone, I would like to thank EVERYBODY who has “Liked” and reblogged Chapters One to Nine of “Drake’s Stupid Heart” 😊 Remember in the earlier The Royal Romance chapters, when barely anybody liked Drake? 😋 I had no idea if people would even read my MC/Drake fanfic... but YOU did! 😀 Your “Likes” and reblogs, and ESPECIALLY your feedback, have really inspired me to continue, so thank you so much!! 😊😀

So, without further ado, thank you to ( @1d4eva21, @1996babes, @a-fangirl-at-heart, @annyvil, @beserked2, @blue-sappir, @c-annelle2488, @captainsteverogerslover, @catsrtheboss, @chantelmarie4k, @choices-addict, @eye2morbid4u, @fpjonxs, @freshman-imagine-that, @greenarrowrebirth, @hernandofuentes, @hollyashton, @itsstydiaduh, @jakerogers128, @jakes-princess, @januzajzaj, @joyfulchoices, @joyfulnerd, @kayoimhey, @kittenmusicals, @liljamaicanchic, @lovelyzig, @mackbookbro, @maggiegames, @melswolf19, @morgannetheadventurer, @my-lips-are-moving, @myhopelessromantic, @ninjaribbon, @phanfiction, @pixelberrygirl, @readallaboutdream, @rydeltown, @samantha-massey, @smithsally889, @stuckinbetweenchoices, @superpug815, @superwholock-diaries, @tcntfsquad, and @wingedeaglepersona ). You’re all awesome! 😀

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 10/06/17.)

[choicesimaginesandmore]

#ChoicesCreates Carnival (Round 3)

Really quickly before the list, I’d just like to say a short thank you to @hollyashton for letting me host this and to everyone in the fandom for participating and welcoming me into this! This was an honor to help with and thank you all!

Without further ado, enjoy the carnival!

STORIES/WRITING

(TF) When Owls Turn to Larks by @stabsatthedark - https://stabsatthedark.tumblr.com/post/158897481385/when-owls-turn-into-larks

(TF) Love and Care by @queen-kenna-rys - https://queen-kenna-rys.tumblr.com/post/158899888079/love-and-carethe-freshman

(ES) Different Doesn’t Mean Bad by @endlesslahuerta - https://endlesslahuerta.tumblr.com/post/158908681463/different-doesnt-mean-bad

(TF) In Repair by @choicesmyway - https://choicesmyway.tumblr.com/post/158927300620/in-repair-zig-x-mc-fanfic

(ES) Different by @lauraotaku2234 - https://lauraotaku2234.tumblr.com/post/158937801451/different

(ES) Everybody Has A Role by @bubblegumbullshit - http://bubblegumbullshit.tumblr.com/post/158945908066/everybody-has-a-role

(ES) Everyone’s Got Their Thing by @choochoochoosy - http://choochoochoosy.tumblr.com/post/158963472254/everyones-got-their-thing-endless-summer

(ES) Blue Heart by @laurentthings - http://laurentthings.tumblr.com/post/158976803993/blue-heart

(TF) Something Different by @hollyashton - https://hollyashton.tumblr.com/post/159034539915/something-different

(ES) The Time Traveler (Chapter 1) by @firefly-hwufanficwriter - https://firefly-hwufanficwriter.tumblr.com/post/159079247484/chapter-one-is-up-the-time-traveled

(LH) We’re All Different by @kittenmusicals - http://kittenmusicals.tumblr.com/post/159100933969/were-all-different-lovehacks-fanfic

(ES) She Fights She Promises by @ladysansaa - http://ladysansaa.tumblr.com/post/159124618538/she-fights-she-promises-quinn-x-mc-ish

AESTHETICS/EDITS

(ES) Only Human by @lightwoodryder - http://lightwoodryder.tumblr.com/post/158931797158/only-human-all-of-them-were-different-they

(RoE) Definition Aesthetics by @graleister - https://graleister.tumblr.com/post/158986717231/audrey-derived-from-the-old-english-elements

(ES) Lost In Paradise by @punexpectedly - https://punexpectedly.tumblr.com/post/159047976044/lost-in-paradise-endless-summer-a-pilot-a

ART/DRAWINGS

(ES) Furball by @pb-boeboe - https://pb-boeboe.tumblr.com/post/158961789312/furball-i-just-love-this-little-blue-ice-fox

(ES) Polyamory by @molliartsie - http://molliartsie.tumblr.com/post/159051237554/for-choicescreates-different-doesnt-mean

(TCATF) Whitlock by @noelleabbeyarts - https://noelleabbeyarts.tumblr.com/post/159058970647/made-a-thing-for-this-round-of-choices

(TF) Zig by @lanapowellblog - https://lanapowellblog.tumblr.com/post/159122500120/its-finally-done-im-super-happy-with-the-final

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Disclaimer: These are works of fan fiction/art using characters from the Choices world, owned by Pixelberry. We do not claim ownership over them or the world of Choices. The stories we tell through our writing and art are our own interpretation and invention. They are not purported to be part of Choices’ story canon. These creative works are for entertainment only and not part of Choices’ official storylines. No copyright infringement is intended.

[thedrakeside]

#FANFICFRIDAY  ⇶ 7 new Drake fics ⬱

Here’s the weekly updated list of Drake-fics, if you have written one not listed here please send a message to let me know. Enjoy your Drake-fest over the weekend 📚📖😍

Drake fanfics A-Z

A Moment Too Far - (by: Heart-Drake) - Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 *NEW chapter*

A Simple Touch - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here

All At Once - (by: Blazerina) - Read here *NEW FIC*

Burned- (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Come Away With Me - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here *NEW FIC*

Drake’s Boring Ceiling - (by: firefly-hwufanficwriter) - Read here

Drake’s Stupid Heart - (by: firefly-hwufanficwriter) - Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Every Time She Smiles - (by: Hartfeld) - Read here

Not A Fairytale - (by: Hartfeld) - Read here *NEW FIC*

Side Effects Of Being Human - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here

Something Else - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Something To Remember Me By - (by: KittenMusicals) - Read here *NEW FIC*

Where The Water Is Still - (by: MaggieGames) - Read here *NEW FIC*

Whiskey And A Woman - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here

Why Should I Stay - (by: JoyfulChoices) - Read here *NEW FIC*