#bc if so let me lay this to rest: i just took offence at someone taking one look at my blog and thinking i didn't rate charles

[valyrfia]

girl you got called out once and the rpf left your soul fast asf

is this a compliment? an insult? a congratulation? a warning?

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART THIRTEEN

A/N: Please read the warnings! Characters belong to Pixelberry (except for my OCs)

Rating: M (bc of the warnings)

WARNINGS: drug abuse, drugging people, taking advantage of drugged people, please dont read the ending if you’re triggered by these things, there’s nothing descriptive or explicit but just in case.

Word count: 2159

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Dani yawned as she opened her eyes and waited for her vision to focus. It took her a moment to register she wasn’t in her hotel room.

“Shoes,” she muttered as she tried to find her phone and check the time.

“Morning,” she heard a voice from behind and turned to see Liam smiling at her.

“Morning. Why did you let me fall asleep? My parents will kill me!”

“I can always put them in jail,” he chuckled as she frantically looked through her purse.

“You don’t know them. They are nice people only if things go according to their plan. I already lost ‘good daughther’ points for being away the whole day,” she tried to get up but quickly sat back down and covered herself as she realized she was in fact completely naked.

Huh, so that wasn’t a dream.

“Would you mind?” she asked motioning to her body but Liam only grinned.

“I don’t, in fact.”

“Come on, I need to put on clothes,” she pleaded.

“Do you really need to go?” he asked as he turned away so she could get dressed. She glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t looking and only then got up and ran to the chair to take her dress.

“I am. Our crazy day turned into night but it’s time to get back to being a proper daughter,” she explained and could see him nodding his head. Her phone was lying next to the dress and she quickly checked the time. It was six thirty, good.

“If they only could see what their proper daughter did yesterday,” Liam joked and Dani threw a pillow at him. “Hey!”

“Thank you, you know, for the day and... night,” she blushed. “I had a great time and I really appreciate it.”

“I’ll ask one of our drivers to drive you back,” he offered, noticing she was putting on shoes.

“No, I’m good, I’ll run.”

“Run?” he raised an eyebrow, “In heeled sandals and a dress?”

“I’m a woman of many talents,” she chuckled. She turned to him to say goodbye and her face fell a little. Why didn’t she notice before how good he looked shirtless? And then it hit her.

I slept with a fricken’ King!

“Well, ahem, I... I gotta go, so bye and thank you... for the dog... and the rest,” she waved awkwardly and ran to open the door but instead of the door, she ran straight into the wall.

“Danielle!” Liam stood up and she tried to ignore the view.

“Shoes! Okay, now I’m going!”

When she left, Liam lay in the bed, both regret and happiness washing over him. They definitely crossed the line but for some reason none of them could help it. And it seemed like nothing changed in their friendship, which was both good and frustrating for him. He closed his eyes, suppressing tears.

Why do you show me what love feels like if I can’t have it?

~~~~

Completely out of breath, Dani arrived in her hotel room. It was right next to her parents’ room and she could hear they were still asleep. She quickly changed to her pajamas and just when she was about to climb into bed, she heard a knock on the door. Before she even walked up to open it, her parents already came in.

“Where were you yesterday?”

“I was... sightseeing. Learning more about the culture and Cordonians. It took me more time than I thought but I feel more educated now,” she answered, hoping it’d satisfy her father.

“Hmm. Well then. But next time you need to tell me exactly where you’re going.”

“Of course, Daddy,” she nodded.

“I wanted to talk to you about something exciting and important yesterday but you weren’t answering your phone,” he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. What was it?”

“Remember when you ruined your chance and didn’t apply for law school, which almost killed me?” He asked and Dani’s face fell.

“Yes...”

“Well, luckily, I forgave you but the pain you caused me is still with me. The good news is, after months of negotiating, I got you an interview! You’ll finally go to law school and if you’re lucky, find a good and rich husband.”

“Law...school? But... I’m almost twenty-seven, I thought... I--” she struggled to find words. How could she tell her father she wanted to start a family already?

“Danielle Eleanor Brooks, you already ruined one chance, do not ruin this one,” her father raised his voice slightly.

“Of course I won’t. I’m very thankful for what you’ve done for me,” she smiled as she tried not to cry.

“Good. I brought you a some brochures so you can look through them. All your documents are submitted already so you won’t miss the deadline. Just prepare yourself for the interview, that’s the least you can do,” he explained and she nodded absent-mindedly.

“Your mom and I are going out for breakfast, use that time productively to look up information about the program,” he said and left the room.

Dani let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Law school.

She went back to her bed and buried her face in the pillow, letting her tears roll freely. She felt ungrateful even thinking about it but the truth was, she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go to law school, she didn’t want to marry any rich lawyer.

She thought back to the previous day, how free she finally felt. She wished she could feel that way every day.

She wished she could be with Liam every day.

She sat down, her eyes widened as that thought struck her.

Oh no.

She couldn’t be falling for Liam. He’s a King. And Kings need... Queens. Not someone like her.

But for the first time in her life, she felt like she knew what she wanted. Someone like Liam. Living in a place like Cordonia, far from her parents but close to her sister.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

Oh, please, please, please. Let something happen so I don’t have to go to law school. Let something happen so I can reclaim my life.

~~~~

“Mhm,” Riley moaned as Drake was peppering her face with kisses.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured into her ear and she shivered.

“Morning,” she smiled at him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world being woken up by that man. She lifted her head slightly and kissed him. Drake kissed her back and he rolled on top of her and moved his lips to her neck.

“Drake,” she whispered, “I need to be in the restaurant in like an hour.”

“You are the boss, you can be late,” he answered not stopping what he was doing even for a moment.

She closed her eyes and decided that Drake was right. Some things were just more important and at that moment, the restaurant was not important at all.

~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Drake and Riley finally went to the kitchen to get breakfast. They ate their toasts in complete silence, not being able to stop smiling. Riley never thought she could be that happy. She was in love with Drake Walker and she couldn’t wait to tell him. Especially that from the way he looked at her she knew he felt the same.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked when they finished and Riley was washing the dishes.

“Yes, I’ll walk. It’s not that far away and the day is beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be waiting then. Don’t be too long though, I have plans for us.”

“Oh? What kind of plans?”

“Secret plans,” he smiled at her knowingly. She didn’t want to show him what she was doing with the restaurant, claiming it would be a surprise and he wanted to surprise her with something too.

Since their relationship got so much better, Drake regretted their rocky start and wished he was nicer to her since she was doing him a favor. And even though he still hadn’t said the l-word, he was planning to. Along with a proper proposal, since she never got any. His grandma’s ring was hidden safely in his drawer, waiting for the evening. He smiled softly at the thought of him asking Riley to be his wife, for real this time.

“You can always clean up the house in the meantime,” she grinned, “since Bartie is coming tomorrow.”

“I’ll find something to do, don’t worry.”

Riley just shook her head but Drake caught a glimpse of her smile. She put on shoes and took the keys.

“It’ll probably take me about two hours, maybe more. Plenty of time to clean,” she teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” he kissed her, “come home soon, ‘kay?”

“As soon as I can,” she kissed him back.

~~~~

It was only thirty mintes after Riley left, when Drake heard a knock on the door. Groaning, he got up from the couch where he was napping. His face fell slightly when he saw who was behind the door.

“Hey, Drake,” Kiara started. “May I come in?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he admitted.

“Please... it’s important. I went to see Madeleine and... something about Savannah and Bertand.”

Drake’s eyes widened and he moved slightly, “Come in.”

“Merci. I brought your favorite whiskey so the news is more... bearable.”

She came in and looked around. “Where do you keep glasses?”

“Kiara, no offence, but I’d rather just listen to what you found out so you can leave.”

“I’m trying to be nice, Drake,” Kiara sighed. “The information I obtained... I don’t know if I can trust you with it, especially that Madeleine doesn’t know I’m here. I heard it while she was talking to her private investigator.”

“She’s my sister, of course you can tell me!”

“See, this is why I’m afraid to tell you anything. You get so... aggressive. Just sit on the couch, I’ll pour us some whiskey.”

When Drake went to the living room, she noticed his phone on the counter.

Perfect, she thought to herself as she picked it up. She quickly typed a message and sent it to Riley.

“Bonjour, me cherie, Riley’s out so come here because I can’t get you out of my mind”

If everything went according to plan, Riley would think he sent it to her accidentally. She smiled to herself and deleted the message from Drake’s phone. Then she took two glasses and poured whiskey to both of them. She looked over her shoulder but Drake was sitting on the couch in the living room and could only see her back. With shaking hands, she added something to Drake’s glass and took the glasses to the living room.

“There you go,” she handed a glass to Drake and sat in front of him.

“So what’s the news,” he took a sip and she smiled.

“The investigator said that apparently they had an argument before they went missing...” she started, noticing how quickly the whiskey was disappearing from Drake’s glass. “And it could’ve been an accident that they both just fell off the bridge.”

“Bridge?” Drake asked, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. He hadn’t had whiskey in like four days, maybe that was why.

“Bridge. Big, grey bridge.”

“Bridge,” he repeated but words suddenly stopped making sense.

“You look tired, cherie, would you like to go to the bedroom and take a nap?”

“Na-aap?” he asked, his vision going blurry. He looked at his whiskey and then at Kiara.

“Wha--aat is happening?”

“Nothing, my dear. I’m saving you from Riley. Shhhh, everything is going to be okay. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

~~~~

Riley was running back home, furious. Whoever Drake sent that message to was probably already in the house. And she wanted to tell him she loved him! How stupid she was!

And even though she still felt angry, she also hoped it was an accident.

Well, I’m just about to find out, she thought to herself as she unlocked the door.

“Drake?” she called out. She heard weird noises from the living room and her heart started beating fast.

Please no, please no, please--

She entred the living room and gasped as she took in what was happening. Drake was lying on the couch, shirtless and on top of him...

Kiara.

The woman was also shirtless, wearing a bra but the worst part was...

She was kissing Drake. And he was kissing her back.

[evans-heaven]

First Blush~s.m.

(not my gif)

Short and unedited oops.

Some more fluff (bc my angst sucks balls) for my lovelies, hope y’all enjoy :)

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She was fast asleep. Buried under the fleece blanket I had gotten for her from my trip to Moscow, wearing only one of my button ups and her panties. Her hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head, a few unruly strands spreading across her face and over the pillow. Her mouth was slightly agape, pink, plush lips parted to let shallow, soft breaths escape. Occasionally, she would close it, contort her lips a bit, then open it again. Or maybe she would shift her head, either higher or lower on the pillow. Or she would twitch her eyebrow slightly- almost unnoticeable. But she never turned her face away from me, almost as though she knew I was watching her slumber. Like she didn’t want to deprive me of the beauty her face delivered to me.

Sure, I could bask in her glory all day, she was mine. But there was a certain wonder to it when she slept, whether it was a little catnap in nothing but our underwear with her head nestled in my lap on the couch, or in the wee hours of the morning (like this very moment) when I was up and she wasn’t. Her rested features somehow managed to be emphasized when she slept. It was like she radiated even more while dormant.

I had been watching her for a decent 10 minutes. Once or twice, my phone would attract my attention, either Andrew texting me a reminder of my upcoming appearances and performances, or someone posting on Instagram.

I reviewed Andrew’s messages and sighed deeply. Over the course of the following two months I had about 7 events in all. I had only been home from an 8 month tour for about 4 days, yet still, work crept upon me and snatched any opportunity of relaxation I was being given.

 Y/N and hadn’t had nearly enough time to catch up. Work had her tied down. She was a senior editor and a workaholic at that. Her job, according to her, could never be done. Or at least done in a way she was satisfied. Those who called me a tortured soul (other than myself) had never encountered Y/N when she went full ‘work bitch mode’. Her words, though. Not mine. I would just define her ethic as passionate and no nonsense. Maybe a bit too much at times. 

But, I couldn’t reprimand her or I’d be a hypocrite, because I myself had a tendency to go off the edge when I got to deep into my line of work.

I simply replied to Andrew with a quick ‘Okay’. Then, my eyes went back to Y/N, who remained still, aside from chest movements and nose flares- usually a sign she was close to waking up.

Her head bobbed back a forth a bit, though the movement was barely there. She brought a small hand up and gripped the edge of the blanket that didn’t cover her body and pulled it up a bit more, then stayed there. She normally did this. She would move around some, like she was contemplating whether or not to get up, and then remain still. Either she would have fallen back asleep or was just in thought, gathering herself, wondering silently what her day held and what she had to get done and who she would have to deal with. Though, she had a day off. The only person she would have to deal with was me. But of course, she wasn’t conscience enough to realize that.

 There was only an inch of distance between us. That was all I would give her if she wanted to move about. When he lay together, I wanted our bodies to be as close as possible. We spooned last night, much like any other, and when I woke up, I let her go, but let my arm lay above her head. My palm was pressed against the side of my head as hers lay opposite my chest.

I brought my free hand up and lightly brushed the strands of hair out her face, letting my fingers graze over her jaw and cheekbones. Her silky skin soothed the callous pad of my thumb as it traveled to her lips, pulling the bottom one down ever so slightly, not enough to cause discomfort- I didn’t want that. I touched her top lip, pressing into it softly before swiping across it and then pulling the finger away all together.

I brought my face down to hers and touched my lips to her forehead, for a few seconds. One, two, three, four....

My lips moved to her temple, then to the apple of her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. I pulled back as her eyes sprouted open.

I chuckled deeply, a low thrum escaping my chest as she smiled lazily. 

“Good morning, darling,” I muttered, kissing her ear lightly, grazing the outer shell with my teeth before biting her ear lobe softly. My hand snaked under the blanket and gripped her waist. The shirt had ridden up while she slept. My fingers came in contact with her warm skin, sliding slowly down the curve of her hips, feeling the lacy terrain of her underwear against my palm until the tips of my fingers could dig into the globe of her bum. She let out a small giggle and I removed my hand, holding her chin and pecking her slightly. She pouted, but we had the whole day to ourselves, there was so much more where that came from.

“Morning,” she purred. She bent her arm and put her hand below her head as she looked into my eyes. She was still tired- it was obvious, or maybe she hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“How did you sleep?” I asked as she skimmed her fingernails over my chest, passing over the scarce curly strands that sprouted from the skin. She loved them.

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess,” she sighed. She was never one to speak much in the morning. Her answers or general statements were always sparse.

“You guess?” I raised my brows.

“Well....yeah,” she said simply. “It wasn’t much different from any other night you’ve been home. Its just....,” Pause.

I waited for her to continue but she didn’t. She looked away from me, biting her lip.

“What? What’s wrong, darling?” I pushed.

“Why’d you let me go?” she asked, and thrust her lower lip out, pouting for the second time this morning.

I furrowed my brow. “Huh?” as far as I was concerned my arms never left her once that morning, even if it was the tiniest of touches.

“You had your arms around me,” she explained. “And you let go. Why?”

I blinked before I realized what she was talking about. And when I did, I felt my lips tug into a smirk, which made her roll her eyes. “Ohhh,” I nodded. She was so needy in the morning. I was never allowed to not touch her as we lay in bed. During the day she liked her space sometimes, but in the bedroom, if my hands ever left her for even a second, that was a serious offence.

Without warning, I rolled on top of her, hovering a bit as though not to crush her. My hands took her wrists and pulled them from underneath the blanket, pinning them to the sides of her head. “Okay?” I asked, my lips attaching to her neck as I peppered feverish kisses across the surface, moving rapidly.

She sucked in a harsh breath before speaking. “I...I was hoping we could sp-spoon, but this works too,” she said shakily, curling her hands into tiny fist as my lips moved up her jaw.

“Mmm,” I hummed, masking her tiny moan as my teeth nipped at her lips teasingly before I attacked them fully. 

My his tongue delved its way into her mouth, parting her lips gently. She giggled a bit as I poked my tongue with hers, before tangling them into each other. I removed my mouth from hers, and put her bottom lip in between my teeth, pulling on it gently. She exhaled deeply. She loved it when I did this.

I let her wrists go and immediately her hands were shoved into my messy bed hair, scissoring through the loose curls. My hands slipped under the shirt she wore, as I ran my warm fingers up and down her sides, tracing shapes and pinching teasingly. I took her bare, sinful legs and wrapped them around my waist, as I threw my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She moaned against my mouth. I leaned back a little, caressing her thighs.The blanket had been tossed to the floor in a heap at that point, forgotten in the midst of our make out session.

A few beautifully heated minutes later, I pulled away breathlessly. I panted into her face and she inhaled what I exhaled, staring at me through hooded, sparkling eyes. A line of light adorned her forehead from the bit of sunlight that bled through the blinds above our bed. The room was dim and all I could see was her. That, however, was totally okay with me.

“So,” I began. She perked up, awaiting what I had to say next.

“How should we spend your day off, darling?”

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Hope y’all enjoyed :)