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katedrakeohd · 5 years ago

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Drake Walker and (MC Kate Darling )

Fluffy Alphabet

This is my 300 follower celebration of love and gratitude. 😍😊❤ You all are amazing.

If you follow me but aren't familiar with the adventures of Drake and Kate you can find my TRR Fanfiction here.

Thanks Les for the Fluffy Alphabet tag, this uses @pixelburied 's template.

A - Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

Kate confronted Drake regarding how many past lovers he's had and he was reluctant to tell. And when he admitted to sleeping with Olivia, Kate flipped out. But they made up afterward, so it all worked out in the end.

B - Best (What would they say is the other's best trait?)

Drake would say Kate's kindness and patience, she's super nice.

Kate would say Drake's bravery and loyalty.

C - Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Drake isn't much for taking pictures, except for moments that mean the most to him. His most cherished photos of he and Kate are from at the lake during their camping trip. Although he will sneak candid pictures of Kate from time to time for his own personal use.

Kate loves taking pictures and her phone is full of folders documenting all of the in between moments, wanting to make the most of each memory. Her favorite pictures are when she can capture Drake smiling for no apparent reason.

D - Dates (What are their dates like?)

In the beginning Drake was all about grand gestures, fancy restaurants, and tickets to sporting events trying to make a good impression. But Kate was always happiest when they would just do simple things like go to the movies, to a bar or just order pizza. She'll never forget Karaoke night in New York though, and Drake getting up to sing!

E - Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Passionate and crazy. They couldn't get enough of eachother sexually.

F - Friends ( How is their relationship with each other's friends?)

Kate introduced Drake to her friends in New York and for the most part everyone got along fine. Drake's circle of friends is small, but Kate was happily accepted and has become like family.

G - Gifts (Do they exchange gifts? what kind?)

Honestly the greatest gift either received was their loving relationship. Kate cherishes her engagement ring as it's a Walker family heirloom. Drake just sees Kate as the gift that keeps on giving.

H - Hugs ( All things hugs)

To Drake there is no better feeling (at least with his clothes on) to be wrapped in a Kate hug, or vice versa. He swears they were meant to be together because of how well her body moulds to his. To Kate being wrapped in Drake's arms and snuggled into his chest is the best place in the world. They can't stand together without touching or holding the other in some way. Contact is everything.

I - Inside Jokes ( Do they have any?)

Kate likes to tease Drake about the fact that his name is also the term for a male duck and call him Ducky at inappropriate times. He counters by regressing to calling her by her last name like when they first met.

J -Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier?)

Kate knows that Drake had a reputation for entertaining the female staff at the Royal Palace before they met. Whenever an attractive maid or kitchen helper acts all flirty with Drake, she gets all defensive and suspicious. Drake only has eyes for Kate though.

K - Kiss (How do they kiss?)

Silly question. As much as possible of course. In public Drake likes to give Kate little kisses on the forehead or cheek. Where Kate is shorter of course, she usually gives Drake little pecks on the cheek, or the lips instead if his cheek is too bristled. In private however their kisses go everywhere..😏 As a side note Drake always makes sure to kiss Kate good morning and goodnight. And if he's going somewhere without her he always kisses her before he leaves.

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Ok since the alphabet has so many letters and I tend to get wordy in my descriptions, I am splitting this post into two parts.

_L to Z continues here

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Tagging these wonderful people:

@kate-mckenzie @ladyangel70 @cora-nova @innerpostmentality @mrswalkers-blog @drakesfiance @drakewalkerisreal @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @drakesensworld @texaskitten30 @sirbeepsalot @ccolz88-blog @galaxy-of-rosess @gardeningourmet @griselda1121 @pedudley @perriewinklenerdie @aworldoffandoms

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Sorry they cut me off at 50 tags... 😩

#long post #fluffy alphabet

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choicesarehard · 6 years ago

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Riley’s Bra: Drabble Request

Authors Note:

I can’t stop laughing at this request, @goirishsunshine. Send me an outfit from Choices and I’ll try to explain why on earth the character would wear it.

Book: The Royal Romance

“It’s perfect,” Hana murmured, watching her friend hold the delicate lace dress against her body as she turned in front of the mirror.

“I’m more nervous about what Liam thinks of what’s underneath it,” Riley admitted, biting her lip. She swept her hair on top of her head, wondering for the hundredth time if she should have worn it up.

Hana shook her head in disbelief. “Riley,” she let her eyes sweep over the flushed skin of her friend’s exposed neck and across her delicate shoulders. “You’ll take his breath away.”

A jolt of blue caught Hana’s eye, and the corners of her mouth tugged down. Riley was wearing her usual bra, an over-padded eyesore made of cheap sateen. “Have you picked out your lingerie for tonight?” she asked pointedly.

Riley looked confused. “I was planning to wear this?”

Hana nearly choked on her tea. “Riley, you’ll look beautiful in anything, but that dress is such…such delicate workmanship. And…that bra...it doesn’t…quite match...does it?” she managed.

“Oh!” Riley laughed suddenly. “Not this exact bra.” Relief washed over Hana as Riley hurried over to her suitcase and fumbled around. Finally, Riley turned, holding something towards her.

It was the exact same bra. In a different color.

“Do…do you have any other options,” Hana asked weakly.

“Of course, silly,” she giggled.

Hana watched in mounting horror as bra after bra came out of Riley’s luggage. Beige, teal, magenta, goldenrod, lavender. All with the same hideous faux-macramé design.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Riley turned, suddenly serious. “It was indulgent to get it in so many colors.” Hana could only blink at her. “But Hana,” she murmured rapturously, “they were on clearance!”

Hana’s eyes flicked to the filigree clock on the mantel. They were expected downstairs in ten minutes. Her stomach twisted and she was aware of a distant buzzing sound in her ears.

Her friend was about to seduce the Crown Prince of Cordonia in a $7.95 push up bra from Walmart.

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#why would she own two of them #the royal romance #trr fic #liam rys #liam fic #fic #my writing #outfit drabbles

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krishu213 · 6 years ago

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One of the best thing about nightbound is that it is breaking stereotypes....

For sure cal is breaking all the stereotypes of werewolf's ...waiting to see what other stereotypes are being broken by cal in future chapters.....

@kamybelen-blog @lizeboredom @lilyofchoices @straightouttacordonia @drakewalkerwhipped @walkerismychoice @choicesschmoices @choicesarehard @princehamidswife @galaxy-of-rosess @sibella-plays-choices @drsiennatrinh @endlessflame @choicesfactor @syphaxs @queenarsinoeoffennbirn @griselda1121 @hiddenembers07 @blackcoffeeand-cats @kinda-iconic @goirishsunshine @heloisamirande @brightpinkpeppercorn @connorshero @chocolate-addict @oops-metoo

#choices nb #cal lowell #choices nightbound #choices stories you play #nightbound #nightbound choices #cal x mc #pixelberry

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notoriouscs · 5 years ago

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Back on Tumblr after about 2 weeks of checking in for 5 min at a time. I have soooo much awesome stuff to catch up on. I’m excited, but also feel badly for not flailing over anything for ages. I promise I’m coming, @pug-bitch @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @speedyoperarascalparty @blackwidow2721 @burnsoslow @katedrakeohd @emceesynonymroll @goirishsunshine and any one else with fic I can’t wait to read!

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skywaklers · 7 years ago

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@goirishsunshine: You should write it!

i would love to, but writing is just not my thing haha. also actually having to pick my fave li is too hard for me 😅

#replies #goirishsunshine

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choiceswreckedme · 6 years ago

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Epithymia - Chapter 15

Warning: This story contains graphic sexual situations and coarse language,and is not meant for readers under 18. By continuing, you confirm that you are over 18 and read at your own discretion.

Cordonia and its citizens aren’t mine, I just like to fantasize about them.

Tagging: @goirishsunshine @monosodiumglutamateme @debramcg1106 @imafictosexual @josieschoices @boneandfur @hamulau @pbchoicesobsessed @eileendannie @indiacater @umccall71 @confessionsofabrokegirl @butindeed @bobasheebaby @enmchoices @hopefulmoonobject @ritachacha @mrsnazario1223 @theroyalweisme @crookedslimecreatorpasta @kawairinrin @drakelover78 @drakewalkerwhipped @trr-fangirl @ladynonsense @viktoriapetit @darley1101 @mfackenthal @choosingmylife @liamxsworld @alwaysthebestchoice @jared2612 @mrsdrakewalkerblog @missevabean

I sat next to Drake on the plane, nervously chewing my fingernails. We were heading back to Cordonia and I would soon see Liam for the first time since I’d learned of his infidelity. Despite the fact that my entire world had changed only four days ago, I felt two decades older. Anxiety was etched on my face, dark circles under my eyes stood out like two slashes against my fair skin. I was fucking exhausted, and the closer we got to Cordonia, the more turmoil I felt raging inside me.

“You okay, Charlie?” Drake murmured in my ear, gently taking my hand in his. I watched blankly as his fingers twined with mine, appreciating the warmth that emanated from his large palm. Even though my world had tilted off its axis and spun into chaos, I still knew I loved Drake. He had been the one constant in my life since I arrived all those years ago as a naive, romantic New Yorker. Sighing heavily, I raised my eyes to his.

“No, not really. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I see him.”

Concern flashed in Drake’s eyes, a crease forming between his brows. “I know what you mean. This is the longest I’ve gone without talking to him since I left Cordonia . . . before . . .” Drake fell silent and simply squeezed my hand, turning toward the open plane window, both of us lost in thoughts of how to reconcile the man we loved with the man who broke our hearts.

“Your Majesty, Drake,” Bastien called to us as we slowly walked toward the royal apartments, like lambs to the slaughter. His face, usually so stoic, lit with surprise when he spotted us. Stationed right beside our door, it was clear Liam was inside.

“Hi Bas,” Drake spoke for both of us, for which I was grateful. I didn’t have it in me to act like a queen, or even a commoner, for that matter. I was exhausted and heartbroken, and I needed to figure out what I wanted. The time spent in Sardinia had been like a dream, like I was living another woman’s life. Wrapped in Drake’s arms, I’d been sure that I wanted to leave Liam. Now, facing our reunion, I couldn’t ignore that, while our idyllic romance was tainted forever, I still felt something for the man who had stolen my love years before.

Standing before the door, I reached my hand to the knob, hesitating slightly. “Your Majesty, the King has requested not to be interrupted,” Bastien said lowly, giving me pause as I looked to him questioningly. His gray eyes, filled with emotion I rarely saw, stared me down.

“Bas,” Drake cautioned. The older man kept his eyes on me, saying nothing. As much as I wanted to back away and hide from whatever I would find behind these heavy, closed doors, I stood my ground, drawing my strength from Drake beside me and the position I still held. Did Liam have the nerve to have another woman in there? In my suite? In our home? Rage bubbled up inside of me.

“I am your Queen, Bastien,” I said coldly, “you would do well to remember that the King is not the only one you serve.”

I brushed past him, opening the door and stepping inside the darkened suite, leaving Drake and Bastien to stare after me. I pushed the centuries-old, oaken door closed and faced the place that had once been one of the only safe spaces I knew. The room felt cold, devoid of humanity, of love, and a shaky breath filled my lungs, tears glossing my eyes. Only a week before, these rooms were full of laughter and desire, friendship and devotion; only a week before, Drake and Liam were wrapped around me and we were making love, my heart and body finally feeling complete.

I left the lights off, this apartment as familiar as the back of my hand, and listened to the sounds of the space, expecting to hear proof of my suspicions and dreading who I'd find wrapped in my husband's arms. Met with silence, I began to move down the hallway toward the guest rooms, knowing there was no way I could face the royal suite; the memories of Liam and I together, in love and loving each other, was too much to bear.

As I passed the open door of Liam’s study, I heard the faint tinkling of glass, followed by a muffled curse. Peeking through the doorway, I saw Liam kneeling on the floor, picking up the remains of what was once a whiskey glass. Before I could turn and retreat, he rose and faced where I stood. His eyes flashed with emotion, first showing me the love I'd grown accustomed to seeing in his gaze, followed by an incomprehensible sadness. My heart shattered all over again, seeing him so broken, even if his actions had been the catalyst,

“Charlotte?” he whispered, taking a tentative step in my direction before faltering. My eyes drank in the sight of him, despite the vise that wrapped around my heart. He looked beautiful, to me at least, but broken. Dark circles underscored his beautiful blue eyes, which were lined with red. Days' worth of stubble spread dotted his face. His hair, normally gelled to perfection, was messy and unkempt, as though he couldn't stop running his hands through the strands.

“Hello, Liam.”

I stayed rooted to the spot, Liam only a handful of feet away, but he may as well have been on the moon. We felt miles apart, like strangers.

“Charlotte, how . . . where . . .” His voice cracked and he swallowed thickly, tears filling his eyes. I longed to reach out and hold him, and I reflexively stepped closer, wanting to be near him.

“I was with Olivia...and Leo,” I explained in a whisper “I couldn’t . . . I needed . . .” Letting my arms fall to my sides, I shrugged helplessly.

"I couldn’t be here, Liam.”

He nodded sadly and turned away from me, crossing back to the leather chair and sitting heavily. He lifted the bottle of expensive whiskey to his lips, taking a huge pull of the burning liquid.

“No glass,” he muttered offhandedly, gesturing with the neck of the bottle to the pieces of broken glass still at his feet. He raised his eyes to me, pain written across his features.

"I am so unbelievably sorry, Charlotte,” Liam rasped, his voice thick with emotion “I have never regretted anything like I regret hurting you, and I will never forgive myself for destroying the only good thing in my life.”

He stood and slowly crossed to me, tears leaking from his blue eyes. Frozen to the spot, my own eyes spilled over, a sob wracking my body.

"Why, Liam? Why wasn’t I enough for you? Why couldn’t I make you happy?” I covered my face as I cried, huge, keening, wails erupting from my chest. Liam’s face crumbled as he stood before me and he sunk to his knees, clutching my hips in his hands.

“You are everything, Charlotte, you are my entire world, and I’m so, so sorry,” he buried his face against my stomach and wept, his shoulders shaking. My own tears dripped from my face and onto the soft blond mess of his hair. I tentatively brought my fingers up to gently rake through the strands, a gesture so familiar and yet so painful.

“Charlie, are you-“ Drake called from the hallway, halting when he stepped into the room and found us clutching each other. His dark eyes met mine, his gaze not accusatory, only filled with sadness as he watched us.

Liam quickly pulled away from me and rose, turning away to surreptitiously wipe his eyes.

“Drake, I-" he began, his voice cracking once again and betraying his emotions.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Charlotte,” Drake countered, his eyes never leaving Liam’s form. “Are you?”

I shook my head, looking between them, the loves of my life, the source of all my heartbreak and confusion.

"No," I managed to choke out before I turned and ran from the room, tears blurring my vision. I reached one of the guest suites and flew inside, slamming the door shut. Falling onto the bed, I let the sobs tear through my body. How could Liam have broken me so completely? And how could I still need him, like the air I needed to breathe?

Curling into myself, I let the tears fall, not bothering to be quiet. What felt like hours passed before I heard footsteps outside the door, the soft freak of the hinges as it opened.

“I can’t do this right now, Liam,” I whimpered, facing away from the door. Even though I knew we needed to rationally discuss our situation, there was no way I could have that conversation when everything felt so raw.

The mattress sunk beside me as he sat on the bed, a hand coming up to gently rake the hair away from my hot cheeks.

"It’s me, Charlie. Talk to me, baby.”

Drake’s soft voice soothed my aching heart. I turned to face him, my face a mess, mottled and wet with tears. I reached out for his hand and he obliged, twining our fingers together and helping to ground me.

"Drake, I . . . this . . . I don’t . . .” I shook my head, unable to find the words I needed. I loved Drake, I needed him in my life, yet . . .

"I know, sweetie,” Drake murmured, stretching out next to me and bundling me in his arms. I felt his chest expand with a deep sigh, and he pulled me closer. Tears choked me for what felt like the thousandth time today, and I gripped the back of Drake’s shirt, pressing myself as close to him as possible.

"Drake, I can’t . . ." I hiccuped against his chest, trying to force the words from my throat. "I . . . I still love him.”

His hands caressed my back, tender touches that gave away Drake’s softness, a side that he only let me see. He gently gripped my chin in his hands and tilted my face up to his, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.

“I know, Charlie.” He broke away and again pulled me close. His voice cracked as he continued.

“I still love him, too.”

#the royal romance #choices trr #trr fanfic #choiceswreckedme fics #epithymia #drake x mc #liam x mc #drake x liam #drake walker #liam rys #n*fw #long post #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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walkerismychoice · 6 years ago

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Okay, Ive know for awhile now that the app has to be unfollowing people randomly because I know I've followed someone or I really thought I did and then it shows up that I'm not following. Today i found out with certainty that it happened because I somehow wasn't following @debramcg1106 anymore and I would never unfollow her.

Long story short, if I unfollowed you but you have no reason to think I would have, let me know. I very rarely unfollow people. Also remember follows come from @goirishsunshine since this is a sideblog

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years ago

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Prequel to Two’s Company

As many others recently, I’ve had a hard time writing, and TRR just isn’t doing it for me right now. However, before I posted anything on Tumblr, I wrote my angle on the first book, introducing Lucy Valois of Two’s Company and I have a few chapters in hand. I thought as a project to fill in while waiting for inspiration elsewhere I would post them, and try to continue the series as a prequel to Two’s Company.

So here’s the question - should I keep my original name for the Prince (Brad) or should I go for using the original name of Liam? TBH I’m so bored I’d be happy to change his name back to Liam through the whole of Two’s Company...

Any thoughts? Presuming you remember me, that is 😂

PS I’ve tagged folk from the list of the last chapter of Two’s Company, but if you don’t want to be tagged when I post the prequel, let me know.

@drakewalkerrosenberg @debramcg1106 @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @goirishsunshine @gardeningourmet @livingthroughchoices @mrs-nazario @mind-reader1 @ooo-barff-ooo @silviasutton1989 @missevabean @mrsdrakewalkerblog @cora-nova @missameliep @tanelle83 @endlessly-searching-for-you @jlouise88 @drakenazario @tabithacarlisle @furiousherringoperatortoad @notoriouscs @classylady1234 @wickedgypsymoon @carabeth @choices-fangirl @indiana-jr @indiacater @noey718-blog @katedrakeohd @annekebbphotography @kennaxval @sirbeepsalot @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @aworldoffandoms @iplaydrake @drakesensworld @drakewalkerisreal @samcpossum @melodyofgraves @khakie4 @museofbooks @be-still-my-aching-heart @hopefulmoonobject @emceesynonymroll @dcbbw @cgd03 @simsvetements @mrsdrakewalkerblog @ladyangel70 @crookedslimecreatorpasta @cora-nova @akrenich @stopforamoment @burnsoslow @pedudley @fluffyfirewhiskey

#Two's Company #lucy and brad #brad x lucy #liam x lucy #drake x lucy #drake x lucy x brad

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julia-highstorms · 6 years ago

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Help new URL - “poll”

So... when I started this blog around 10 months ago, my original URL was /makenoahali, but after it was pretty clear that Noah would never be an LI, I changed it to /beanieboynoah (I know I’ll always be beanieboynoah to some of you and tbh me too! lol). But then ILITW ended and the new backstabber of my life showed up, Alana Kusuma ♥️ But now that Alana had left us again 😭 (though I’m pretty sure she’ll be back to save our asses once more!!!)... I’m thinking about changing my URL too.

So, I have two URLs that I really like and I want to know your opinion, my friends, which I should pick! 😜

/suckmedryjaxmatsuo - what can I say?? I love and miss and crave for one (1) vampire lol and as @kadencantarella said, a ‘pun that’s not a pun but sort of’. Not to be too dramatic, but I miss him every day of my life and I‘m 98% sure that he’s the closest to be my ‘ideal LI’.

/littlefiercenadiapark - If you haven’t noticed yet, Nadia is one of my favorite characters ever lol and I vowed to protect her forever. I love the PM characters a lot, but little fierce Nadia has my heart. I would give all of them to Eros if this meant she would be safe. Yep, even Alana (sorry. But I know she would be just fine). She’s my baby. I’ll fight anyone for her.

Tagging all the kind souls that replied to my previous post about it @lcnelywclf @thatoclady @christopher-powell @purple-whispers @writtenbycandy @goirishsunshine @never-ending-choices

#shut up julia #choices fandom #help me #new url

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katedrakeohd · 5 years ago

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My One Handsome Devil Drake and Kate

Fluffy Alphabet A - K here.

FLUFFY ALPHABET

continued L to Z

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L - Love (How did they first say those three words)

The day after they finally consummated their new relationship in New York, Drake couldn't help himself and had to tell Kate he loved her. And of course for Kate the feeling was mutual. ❤

M - Movies ( What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Kate loves movie dates with Drake. They usually go see action movies because he is such a Marvel fan. Kate doesn't mind because for every action movie they see on a date she chooses a romantic comedy or dramatic thriller for them to watch at home together in private on Netflix.

N - Nicknames (Things they call eachother)

Kate likes to call Drake her Ducky or HoneyDuck, or Lovey, Sweetie or Honey.

Drake still calls Kate by her last name from time to time to tease her, but otherwise he saves the nicknames for their private moments. He likes to call her Lovey, Beautiful, Honey and when he's had too much to drink he'll sometimes call her KatieBear.

O - One (tell us about the moment they realized they were the one)

For Kate the enigmatic and snarky Drake Walker was a thorn in her side and the apple of her eye from the moment he came to her rescue on derby day. She knew then that despite his gruff nature he was really a nice guy underneath it all.

Drake tried to hide his feelings for Kate during the social season, but everytime she'd smile at him he felt warm all over. When they kissed the night of the Coronation and the thought of her choosing to be with King Nicholas crossed his mind, he knew it would break his heart.

P – Pizza (What is their favourite food to eat together?)

Breakfast, because it means they're still in bed naked and have ordered it to share in their room. If they have to make an appearance at a group breakfast at the Palace they're usually late.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

Not a chance. They've been through too much together to give up now.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Drake has been known to drown his sorrows and anger in a bottle of whiskey, usually regretting it the next day. Since he and Kate have gotten together though she has encouraged him to talk to her instead of seeking out the numbing effects of alcohol. Kate has made him promise that if he is going to drink when he's emotional that he doesn't do it alone.

Drake helps Kate get over her fear of thunderstorms by distracting her with love and affection, encouraging her to lean on him when she feels scared.

S - Soft (something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

Kate loves running her fingers through Drake's thick dark hair, and Drake really loves it when she does it too. To him it's totally hypnotizing and relaxing, while Kate enjoys how his hair feels as it runs through her fingers.

Kate becomes total putty in Drake's hands when he whispers in her ear and asks her what she wants from him.

T - Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they talk about?)

When Kate was sent back to New York following the Coronation she immediately missed all of her Cordonian friends. When she reached out in a message, Drake was the first one to respond. While they were separated they flirted back and forth through messages, exchanging photos. Kate missed Drake so much but his messages helped her feel better. She didn't know he was secretly traveling to New York to be with her. ❤

U - Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprise the other.)

Kate was pleasantly surprised that Drake always sleeps naked, not that she minds.

V - Vanity (Something they're proud of in themselves and their partner)

Drake was an athlete in school and works hard to maintain his muscled physique and keep his skills sharp.

Kate admires his dedication and totally appreciates that he likes to take care of himself. Kate isn't nearly as vain in looking after her appearance, but Drake is fine with that and thinks she's beautiful as she is.

W - Wedding (Tell us about their wedding, if they've gotten that far.)

Kate and Drake are engaged to be married but haven't really talked about what kind of ceremony they want to have yet.

X - eX that out (Something they hate about the other)

Kate hates that Drake can be impulsive and do things without thinking, not realizing how it affects other people. His anger issues feed off of this impulsive behavior too.

Drake can't bring himself to hate anything about Kate, because he knows she's helping him be a better person.

Y- YouTube (What are they like online?)

Drake doesn't have a very large online footprint. He only uses Facebook for the Messenger, and uses Twitter to keep up with his favorite sports teams and celebrities. He's not much of a photo taker and doesn't feel the need to share his personal stuff on Instagram. He's not a selfie kind of guy and though he has Snapchat he uses it sparingly.

Kate is all over social media, especially since the Tariq scandal broke. She's worried that her relationship with Drake is going to be affected and they'll lose any kind of privacy. Being recognized and having fans also means there are people who resent her celebrity status and hate on her for some reason.

Z - Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

Drake grew up in the Palace and didn't really have house pets. He worked in the stables and has his own horse that was born from breeding stock from his family's ranch in Texas. Kate had a dog when she was a small child but it ran away and hasn't had a small pet since. She loves animals though and has a horse of her own in the royal stables that was gifted to her by King Nicholas.

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mysteli · 6 years ago

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Ferrari (Jake X MC)

A/N: Hey! Here’s another Jake and Logan fanfic. They’re my fave to write about and they always will be. This was requested by my friend, Elena and she requested the prompts ‘Are you drunk?’ and ‘Car sex seems so much more easier in the movies’. I had a really fun time making this fic and it’s fun and playful.

Warning: T (a little NSFW)

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Masterlist

At last, Jake slams the break and the vehicle comes to a harsh halt, as he successfully parks outside Michelle’s house. Logan informed her husband that she was going to a girl’s gathering thing but the main intention was to help Michelle set up her room as she prepares to move in with Sean. Of course, Logan, being the fucking angel she is, offered to help and before Jake knows it, he’s his wife’s scheduled Uber for the night. The getaway driver or whatever.

He isn’t too fazed by the idea of picking up his wife but he’s completely aware that she’s gonna be so damn exhausted that she won’t even be able to function and she might just complain the entire drive home. Hell, Jake can’t really complain since he married the goddamn woman.

It’s actually kind of a relief since he just spent the entire night alone watching the crappiest movie he’s probably ever watched in his wife. Now here he is, after a never ending drive, finally ready to escort his loving wife home.

Hope she isn’t feeling too stroppy.

As Jake awaits for the front door to open, he shoots a quick text to Logan, letting her know he’s arrived and is ready to pick her up. A few seconds after he sends the message, the front door swings open and two women appear to Jake’s sight. One of them definitely being his stunning wife. Logan quickly says her goodbyes to Michelle, leaving things with a hug, and swerves around, a huge smile reaching her features when she spots her husband in the car parked outside the house.

Jake shoots her a smirk but it falters a little when he notices how unevenly balanced Logan’s way of walking appears as she starts towards the car where Jake waits. He can’t help furrow her brows at the pleasured exhaustion, if that’s even possible, hinted in Logan’s eyes.

He knows that expression all too well.

Finally, a lot slower than usual, Logan reaches the car and she immediately tugs at the door handle but it won’t open for her. Maybe it’s because of how weakly she’s pulling on it. Only then does Jake notice how tousled her platinum hair is and he’s certain she straightened it perfectly before she left. Her gloss is smudged around her mouth and her eyes are sparkling with water.

Geez... what happened?

Jake eyes his wife skeptically as she struggles to open the door to the car. He slides down the window and narrows his cerulean eyes at her, slightly suspicious.

Logan glances up and her features light up when she has a clear view of his face. “Oh! Hey.... babe. I missed your pretty face.”

Jake is taken aback by how strained and forced her tone is. Horrible signs. “Uh.... Princess, you okay? Do you need help with that?” He questions, gesturing to her loose grip on the handle to the door of the car.

Logan attempts to laugh but instead it escapes as a pitchy pant. “What? No... I got it.” She assures, tugging extremely hard on the handle so she’s not even pulling it down just using all of her might with a goal to tear it off. At one point, Logan tugs too hard and her grasp on the handle weakens and she staggers back, falling onto the floor.

At first, Jake is unbelievably concerned but a voice in his mind just tells him to laugh it off and help her up. Jake suddenly has a breakthrough, realising what’s going on. He rolls his eyes and slowly steps out of the car, circling it until he finds his wife, seated on the ground and looking up at him like a lost child. There’s a curious look in her ocean eyes and Jake can only assume that her state of mind is like that of a five year old right now.

Jake offers to help her up, shooting her a smirk. “Are you drunk, darlin?”

Logan scoffs, almost unsure as to why she’s so astonished. “No... I’m just... lightly buzzed.” She corrects, taking Jake’s hand and attempting to help herself up.

Jake chuckles at that, helping his wife to her feet but the strength of the action causes her to stumble once more and Jake barely manages to catch her, only proving his point and confirming his assumption.

“Yeah... you’re drunk.”

“Okay... Michelle may have opened up a bottle of wine since we finished early... and I may have had a glass... or five.”

Jake laughs mockingly once more, leading Logan into the passenger seat and she smiles thankfully, grateful for his guidance. Or that’s just her reassuringly tipsy smile.

“Okay... in the car carefully now, Princess.”

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman.”

Jake winks flirtatiously. “I try.”

As soon as Logan is successfully seated in the car, despite how much she struggles and wobbles, Jake scans her dazed demeanour for a moment, their faces inches apart and he can’t help but admire how stunning she looks, even in a drunken state. Her lips part slightly, as if she’s expecting a kiss and Jake’s sky blue eyes slowly drift down her body and back up, pausing where her plump lips rest.

Jake knows he shouldn’t get too touchy with her tonight, especially not when she’s as drunk as she is. Who knew Michelle would allow his wife to drink as much wine as she did? It’s too late to dwell on it now. All he can do is take Logan home and hope she decides to rest instead of tempting Jake - because it doesn’t take too long for him to break when it comes to her.

Logan bites down on her lower lip in a such sexy manor that it forces Jake to look away and summon all of his strength so he doesn’t take her right there. That would definitely be a bad idea. Remaining unfazed, Jake tears away from his wife and shuts the car door and he can hear Logan’s frustrated groan as he makes his way to the driver’s seat, a blank expression on his face.

Once he’s seated in the car, Jake doesn’t dare take a single glance at his annoyed wife but he can sense the death glare he’s receiving and it burns into his skull. Logan can get very feisty, especially when she’s drunk - which happens a lot more than it should. Jake always tries his best to be a gentleman and put Logan to her as quickly as possible because she’s like a whole other person when she’s wasted. It’s understandable since she’s still young and she’s lucky to be married to someone who knows how to control a situation like this, otherwise she’d be screwed.

Jake lets his head sink into the material of the seat, trying so hard to ignore the constant groans that Logan continuously lets out. It’s almost a turn on. A very bad turn on. One that shouldn’t affect Jake the way it is right now.

“You’re so mean... I’m gonna call the President and tell him how mean you are.” Logan complains, pouting playfully and Jake tries so hard to suppress a reaction to that strange comment.

He just rolls his eyes, trying to focus on starting the engine of the car. Maybe if he’s silent and if he ignores her, she’ll get bored and stop trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get Elsa to freeze you for being mean. Or I’ll get Medusa to turn you into stone.” Logan adds, her features lighting up with amusement after every unusual comment she makes. “Ooh! Or I’ll get Vaaryn to step on you. He’s pretty huge!”

Jake covers his ears at the deafening volume of Logan’s voice, as she rants about ways to ‘tell him off’ or whatever the fuck she’s talking about. It ain’t too clear.

“Princess... you’re yelling.”

That causes Logan to smirk and she leans over to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder, her hot breath looming over his ear and that causes him to stiffen slightly at the movement of her breathing.

“Good.” Logan whispers, her pale hand roaming up Jake’s chest until she’s stroking the side of his neck, the sensation shooting up and down his body. Anticipation starts to build and Jake finds it harder and harder to resist her as each dreaded second passes them by.

“Darlin’... stop that.” Jake tries to ease her away but he’s immediately silenced when Logan attaches her lips to his earlobe, her tongue leaving a trail around the edges. It shouldn’t affect Jake so much but it does because he can only remember that it’s her doing it. His wife.

It’s like torture the way Logan teases Jake so often. He can never find the will to protest to stop it because he loves it so damn much. It’s too bad that she’s drunk or Jake would be a whole lot more insistent. Trust that. Right now, Logan is in control and Jake is just her weak prey. He knows he has to stop this and drive home before someone sees them but he just can’t summon the strength to end it so soon.

After what seems like forever, Logan disconnects her lips from his ear and starts to make her way across his jaw, the goal probably being his lips. Featherlight kisses are left behind as she finally completes the journey to his lips and she instantly crushes their lips together.

A voice of common sense enters Jake’s mind and he finally retains control of his conscience. With that, he only lets the kiss remain brief and he pulls away, easing Logan off his grasp - only now realising that she’s climbed into his lap.

Damn... he was that zoned out.

Logan arches her eyebrows at him, pouting playfully. “I should tell Santa Claus to give you a lump of coal for Christmas. You’ve been naughty.” In that moment, Jake couldn’t tell if that comment was kinky or genuinely mocking. Everything is so unclear when she’s drunk.

She pokes Jake’s nose and frowns, causing him to tense up a little - slightly startled. “Okay... don’t do that ever again.” He states bluntly and Logan just rolls her sapphire eyes.

“You’re no fun. We’ve never done it in a car before.” Logan whispers in a husky tone, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of Jake’s shirt. He hisses at that relevation - a moment of weakness overtaking him.

“Yeah but we’ve done it in a lot of other places that shouldn’t leave us questioning how fun we are.” Jake counters, pulling at Logan’s lower lip as she attempts to tug it with her teeth. She rolls her eyes once more, one hand slowly drifting underneath Jake’s shirt - making him exhale rather sharply.

“Come on, Leto.” Logan jokes and Jake’s jaw drops at that nickname. She only ever uses that nickname with him when she’s annoyed with him or... when she’s wasted.

“I told you not to call me that. Ever.” Jake reminds and Logan leans in so her lips are barely hovering over his, a mischievous glint in her ocean eyes.

“Sorry... Leto.” She whispers in that sexy tone once more, tempting Jake even more and he can’t help but connect their lips for a brief moment.

“No, darlin’. You’re fucking wasted. Can’t you wait ‘til you’re sober.”

“How can I when I want you now?” Logan teases, her soft hands caressing Jake’s bare abdomen and causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the sensational impact on her touch.

“Ugh... I hate you.” Jake groans, invested in her movements as she attaches her lips to the base of his neck and begins to roll her hips teasingly.

“Come on, Jake... fucking take me in this car.” Logan requests, biting down on Jake’s lower lip and he tries to avoid her but she’s too swift.

Jake can’t help but hiss at her words, the needy tone sending a vibration within his veins and throwing all of his doubts away. He can’t fucking take it anymore.

“We can’t though, Princess. We’re outside Michelle and Sean’s house. Pretty sure they don’t want their street marked as a place where we fucked.”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t care. It isn’t about Rick and Morty.”

“Rick and Morty?” Jake questions mockingly, raising his eyebrows with confusion lurking in his amused gaze.

Logan rolls her eyes, wondering why she compared her intimate friends with Rick and Morty. “Will you lay off? I’m drunk.”

“That I can agree with. One reason why I don’t wanna do this right now. You’re drunk and you know I don’t like seeming like I’m taking advantage.” Jake points out, brushing a stray stand out of Logan’s beautiful face.

“Taking advantage? I’m your wife. How does that work?”

“It just does, okay? Now can you get off me so I can drive us home.”

Logan’s head snaps up and she strokes her chin with her fingers, like she’s pretending to consider his offer. “No. Ha.” She denies, knocking their foreheads together and smirking deviously.

“Darlin...”

Just then... all it takes is one moment of eye contact for Jake to lose his goddamn mind.

“Agh. Fuck it.”

With that, he crashes his lips against Logan’s, startling her slightly with the urgency of the action, even though that was basically her entire intention. It only takes half a second for her to kiss back, cupping Jake’s face with one hand while the other roams up and down his stomach. Their tongues seek immediate access to each other’s mouths, both just as quickly granted entry.

So much hunger. So much passion. So much desire. So much want. So much need. So much promise. And only one of them has alcohol in their system.

Logan tangles her fingers in Jake’s messy hair, tugging on a few of the strands and earning a pleasured groan from him and those are really rare to receive so early. Jake returns the favour with Logan, tugging at stray strands of her platinum hair and receiving quite a few pleasured moans which satisfy him enough.

Starting to feel the need, Logan hurries to remove Jake’s shirt, quickly pulling it over his head and that’s the only time their lips choose to part before latching back on straight away. Logan starts to stagger back into the window as Jake adds more urgency and heat to their constant kisses and his wife is launched into the window, the impact stifling a moan from her.

Jake quickly removes her shirt as well, tossing it over to the back seat where his was also forgotten, becoming nothing but a distant memory. Logan starts to guide Jake so he’s lying down but on the way, his head accidentally hits the lever that controls the car.

“Ow. Shit.” Jake hisses at the impact, clutching the back of his head and wincing while also trying to keep Logan steady as she hovers over him.

Concern washes over her and she cups his face comfortingly. “Oh no. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do th-“

Jake instantly silences her with a reassuring kiss, letting her know it’s all okay. “It’s alright, darlin’. Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

“Maybe that’s because they use the backseat.” Logan points out, glancing where the backseat rests and winking at Jake, who has recovered from the recent stumble.

“Ooh. I like the way you think.”

With that, they travel to the backseat and engage in one of the hungriest times they’re ever gonna experience and... maybe one of the loudest.

BONUS:

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Michelle.” Quinn thanks with a natural sweetness to her tone.

Michelle can’t help but smile at that amount of gratitude. “No problem. Have a safe drive home.”

Suddenly, something captures their attention. A strange and extremely loud series of sounds.

“Oh my god. Yes! Yes, Jake!”

“Damnit, darlin’.”

“Fucking faster!”

Both Quinn and Michelle’s eyes widen as they pretend they don’t see what’s really going on in that car. They couldn’t even explain why the hell it was still there.

Suddenly feeling awkward, Quinn starts down the porch, relieved at the sight of her own car. “Yeah well I’m just gonna go.”

“Definitely. And I’m just gonna go kill myself after hearing that.”

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