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Drabble: Sweet Delights (Colin & Penelope AU)

Hello! I have no idea how many people are going to see this. So if you've followed me for awhile, hi, I'm back. Sort of! And if you're new, hi!

It's been 8 months since I've written and posted anything due to too much stress and writers block. But yesterday I saw that @the-slumberparty was hosting a summer event and I looked at the prompts and it just seemed like fun.

I chose Cookie Dough (bakery AU) with Cherries (meet cute) and paired it with a modern day AU Bridgerton.

Title: Sweet Delights

Fandom: Bridgerton AU & Modern

Pairing: AU Colin Bridgerton x AU Penelope Featherington

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Author's Note: The characters are the following ages, Colin - 33, Daphne - 32, Penelope - 28, Felicity - 21 (she's the youngest Featherington sister in the books)

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"The things I do for you," Colin Bridgerton mumbled as he walked down the street with his sister Daphne.

She shot him a peevish look before replying, "And who else was I supposed to ask to go with me to sample cake for mum's party?"

Colin considered that for a second before sighing. She was right, damnit. Of all eight Bridgerton siblings, his palette was the most like their mothers. Not to mention the fact that he was always hungry.

"Here we are," Daphne said, gesturing to a sign that read 'Sweet Delights'.

Ever the gentleman, Colin opened the door for his sister and let her enter before he followed.

A tall, skinny redhead was behind the counter and Colin opted to stand to the side, letting his sister introduce herself. He let his eyes wander around the shop, taking in the mix of modern and antique decor.

Spotting a frame with several news clippings, he wandered over to look at it. Learning that the shop had been in this building since just after World War II and the original owner, Penelope Thomas, had recently retired and sold the business to her granddaughter, Penelope Featherington. Both women were pictured side by side and Colin felt drawn to the younger one despite knowing he'd never met her before.

"Colin," he heard his sister call.

Colin turned and collided with someone.

There was a shriek and then cakes went flying.

Acting on pure instinct, Colin grabbed the woman, trying to steady them both, but then his foot slipped on frosting and he felt himself falling, the woman with him.

They landed with a crash, the woman landing on top of him as cake splatted to the ground around them.

"Oh my god," the woman said once everything was silent. "Oh my god. I am so -"

Colin opened his eyes and found the woman, Penelope, from the clippings, laying on top of him.

"Are you alright?" Daphne's worried voice reached Colin's ears.

"I'm fine," Colin assured her. "Are you ok?" His eyes met Penelope's and felt his heart skip a beat.

"Y- yes," she replied. Her eyes remained locked with his for a second before she shook her head, as if finally remembering that she was on top of him in the middle of the floor. "Oh my god."

"Careful!" the other redhead exclaimed. "There's cake and frosting everywhere."

Then she and Daphne were there and helped Penelope untangle herself without making things worse.

Finally, Colin sat up and rubbed the back of his head, only to pull his hand away and find red.

He tilted his head and studied the substance that clearly wasn't blood. Bringing his hand to his face, he sniffed it.

"Colin?" his sister asked, concerned.

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

Most of the time, Penelope Featherington felt like she was the owner of a bake shop. But there were sometimes when she felt anything but.

Today was one of those days. It felt like nothing had gone right all day.

Then, to top it all off, her younger sister, Felicity, had forgotten to tell her that she'd scheduled a last minute cake tasting for a new customer named Daphne Basset.

Penelope had had exactly twenty minutes before the appointment to scramble everything together, thankful that most of their flavor combinations were featured in their cupcakes, before the appointment.

She heard the bell on the door jingle as she put the last cupcake on the tray and breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a minute to clean herself up and then left the kitchen with the tray of samples.

Everything was fine for the first five and a half steps. She saw the woman talking to Felicity and then saw the man looking at the news clippings. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and had gorgeous chestnut hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through.

"Colin?" The voice came out of nowhere and he turned unexpectedly.

She tried to avoid the collision, but it likely made the situation worse. Her overcorrection had left her unbalanced and he'd tried to save her, but it had led to them both ending up on the floor.

She'd landed on top of him, all her wobbly bits pressed against his solid body. His strong arms wrapped around her, still holding her close.

"Oh my god," she said, once the room had fallen silent. "Oh my god." She felt his hands drop from around her. "I am so -"

"Are you alright?" the woman's worried voice asked, interrupting her. Penelope assumed she had to be Daphne Basset.

"I'm fine." She could feel the vibration of his words as he assured his companion before he asked her, "Are you ok?"

Their eyes met and the anger that Penelope had suspected to see wasn't there. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing but kindness and a hit of surprise. There was something else in his look, but Penelope wasn't sure how to interpret it.

"Y- yes," she stammered, unable to pull her eyes from his. There was something about him that seemed so familiar and yet different all at the same time. Then she remembered where she was. On top of him in the middle of her bakery. "Oh my god."

She started to push herself off him, but stopped when she heard Felicity call out, "Careful!"

Between Felicity and Daphne, they helped Penelope get up without causing more damage to herself, Colin or the bake shop.

Once she was on her feet, Penelope surveyed the damage. All of the cupcakes had been ruined and they'd managed to smash a few under them when they fell.

"Colin?"

Hearing the concern in Daphne's voice, Penelope shifted her gaze to Colin who was studying something red in his hand.

Her eyes dropped back to the floor where they'd been just moments before and saw the chocolate cupcake with the chocolate mousse cupcake where his head had been. It was smashed and its filling had oozed out.

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, concern still laced in her voice.

"I'm fine, Daph," he sighed. Then, turning to the other women, said, "Sisters, am I right?"

"Older or younger?" the one that wasn't Penelope asked.

"Younger," Colin and Daphne echoed.

"Definitely a you problem then," the young woman said with a smirk. "Us younger sisters never do anything wrong, isn't that right, Penelope?"

Colin smiled when he saw Penelope roll her eyes at her younger sister. He chose to ignore what that might mean.

With his eyes on Penelope, he saw her straighten her shoulders and turn to Daphne. "I am so sorry about this," she apologized and gestured to the mess around them. "If you choose us to make the cake for your party, it will be on the house."

"That is very kind of you, but we insist on paying," Daphne told her.

"They're Eloise's siblings," her younger sister explained. "Bridgerton."

The unease in Penelope's stance all but vanished. "You're Eloise's siblings?" she repeated.

Colin felt her eyes on him as she studied him and then Daphne. Then she nodded and said, "Yes. I see the resemblance now."

"You know Eloise?" he asked. He hadn't known that, but evidently Daphne had.

"She and her sisters went to the school as we did," Daphne told him. "Eloise and Penelope were in the same year and were roommates at one point."

"Our last year," Penelope supplied. "We've lost touch in the years since, I'm afraid."

Her sister cleared her throat, forcing all the attention to her. "It's just that, if Mr. Bridgerton has coulis in his hair, he'll likely want to wash it out as soon as possible. It is quite sticky."

"She's right," Daphne said with a sigh. "And we drove together, too. I guess we'll have to reschedule."

"Actually, Penelope's apartment is just up the stairs," the younger sister said. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if Mr. Bridgerton wanted to rinse off. Especially not since she, herself, needs to go upstairs and change."

—

If looks could kill, Felicity would be dead from the glare that Penelope shot her sister.

"Oh, that would be splendid!" Daphne exclaimed. "And while they do that, I can help you clean, Felicity."

Penelope blinked and shook her head confused. This was her bake shop, since when did her sister call the shots?

"Just go, Pen," Felicity said, waving her towards the kitchen and the stairs beyond it. "By the time you two come back down, this place will be clean and we can start over."

Penelope sighed and turned to Colin. "Come with me, I guess," she said.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can call for a taxi," he told her once they were alone in the kitchen. "It's no trouble." Then he tossed her a smirk and said, "After all, I have four younger sisters. I know how managing they can be."

Penelope studied him for a moment, giving herself time to decide. She knew two of his sisters, Eloise and Francesca, quite well and given everything that had transpired in the last fifteen minutes, she still felt comfortable in his presence.

"Come along," she said. "I think I still have some stuff my ex left here that you can wear." She paused and asked, "Assuming you don't have anything against wearing vegan, cruelty free clothing."

Colin paused and tilted his head, giving her a confused look. "Is there really such a thing?" he asked.

"According to my ex there is," she replied and then cringed. She and Alfred, never Alfie, Debling had been broken up for six months and here she was talking about him like a love sick fool. She stopped suddenly on the stairs and turned to face Colin, who was two steps behind her, but they were nearly face to face because of the difference. "I'm not hung up on my ex. I just like facts and facts are easy."

Colin tilted his head again and she wasn't sure if she found it adorable or annoying. "I like facts, too," he finally said.

Penelope took a breath, nodded her head and then continued up the stairs. She unlocked her apartment door and then stepped aside to let him in.

"The bathroom is right there," she pointed to one of the few doors in the apartment. "I'm afraid all of my stuff is rather girly," she apologized. "But you're welcome to use any of it."

"It's better than strawberry coulis, I'm sure," Colin said. "The clothes?"

"Oh right," she said and then, because it was established they both liked facts, added, "I know I said they were my ex's, but I bought them on sale and then we broke up, so they were never actually his. It was just too late to return them."

—

Colin tried not to look, but he found it impossible not to as Penelope got down on her hands and knees to pull a box out from under her bed.

She had a nice ass.

He'd noticed it on the stairs and had been caught completely off guard when she'd spun around suddenly. If she'd caught him staring, she hadn't said anything.

"I know they're here somewhere," she said, her ass in the air as she searched.

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but wasn't sure what one was supposed to say in such a situation.

'Take your time' seemed indecent, especially since his eyes kept going to her butt.

'I'm in no rush' was a lie, he could feel the stickiness on the back of his neck.

"Ah ha!" she exclaimed. "Found them!"

Colin watched as she shoved the box back under her bed. Then he quickly averted his gaze as she stood up and made her way to him.

"Here you go," she said, holding them out. "And you can just keep them. I don't have any use for them."

"Thank you," he replied. Then gestured to the bathroom. "I'll just…"

"Oh yes, of course," she said. "And I'll change, too. But over there." She pointed to an old-fashioned privacy screen. "Uh, enjoy your shower." Then she cringed.

"Thanks," he said before giving her what he hoped was a friendly smile.

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

He gotten as far as removing his shirt when there was a knock.

"I, uh, have a bag for your clothes," she said from the other side.

Colin glanced at himself in the mirror and then decided 'why the hell not' and opened the door.

—

Penelope had expected him to just open the door enough to accept the bag, but when he opened it fully and revealed his chests, she visibly swallowed.

Her eyes traveled up from his trim waist, up to his toned pecs and, finally, up to his face. Where she saw a heated look staring back at her.

"Here's the bag," she said quickly and then hurried away from the door, wishing like hell that she didn't live in a studio apartment.

A second later, the bathroom door closed and she waited until she heard the water turn on before she made her way to the antique privacy screen.

There was a wicked part of her brain that told her to just barge into the bathroom and kiss Colin Bridgerton and give into the desire that was evidently building between them. But the cautious side of her brain, the part that had been ever present and nagged while she was dating Alfred, told her to proceed with caution.

There was no unease, she realized as she changed clothes. When she'd dated Alfie, as Felicity loved to call him these days, there had been a sense of unease at every turn.

They'd only dated for less than a year, but he'd constantly been asking her to change herself and her world while expecting her to accept him exactly as he was. The turning point had come when he'd all but demanded she abandon her grandmother's tried and true recipes and convert the bakery to an exclusively vegan and gluten free one.

That's when she had realized that she would never be good enough for him. There would always be parts of her life that he'd expect her to change to please him. That she wasn't good enough just being herself.

Stepping out behind the privacy screen, Penelope studied the bathroom door. While she'd only just met Colin, she knew about him and his family. While Eloise hadn't spoken a lot about her family, per say, they'd been classmates from the ages of 11 to 18 and she could recall a story or two about the Bridgerton older brothers.

—

Strawberry coulie free, Colin stepped out of the bathroom wearing the gifted joggers and hoodie. They were a little loose on him, but otherwise were comfortable.

Feeling eyes on him, he looked up and caught Penelope looking at him. When her cheeks started to redden, he tilted his head and studied her.

"Why do you do that?" she asked him. "Tilt your head when you look at me?"

"I dunno," he said. "I didn't even realize I was doing it. I guess, I just find you intriguing."

"Is that a good thing?" she asked him. She hadn't moved from her position about ten feet away from him.

"Yes."

They stood silently for a moment before she gestured to the stairs. "I suppose we should go help our sisters."

They made their way back down the stairs, but instead of finding their sisters, they found a note on the workbench.

Penelope read it and then handed it to him.

Pen,

Daphne forgot she had dinner plans with her husband tonight and I have a date. You and Colin will need to finalize the flavors tonight. The party is next week.

Felicity

"This has Daphne written all over it," Colin accused. "I'm sorry about this. My sister is happily married and thinks everyone else should be too."

"Don't blame your sister entirely," Penelope said, shaking her head. "Felicity isn't innocent in this."

"Younger sisters, am I right?" Colin echoed his sentiment from earlier, which had the desired effect, making Penelope smile. "Tell me how I can help."

—

"Tell me how I can help," Colin's voice reverberated in her mind.

Alfie had never offered to help. Not even when the shop was in a rush and he was waiting for her to close for the day. He'd just sit at the table in the corner and read.

Propelled by some source within her, Penelope closed the difference, wrapped her arm around Colin's neck and pulled his face towards hers and kissed him. It took a second, but soon his arms were around her and he was kissing her back.

It was the first kiss she had always dreamed of and more.

She saw fireworks.

She felt sparks.

But more than anything, she felt wanted.

When they finally broke apart, Colin rested his forehead against hers and they stared at each other while they caught their breath.

—

One Year Later

"Colin!" Penelope shrieked as he dipped his finger into the strawberry coulis. "That's for your mum's cake!"

"She'll never know," he replied before he licked finger clean.

He knew that Penelope knew that he knew she was watching his tongue closely as he cleaned his finger.

"Colin," she said in a faux warning tone.

"Penelope," he replied in a mocking tone.

Then he grinned and dipped his finger again, this time he held it out to her.

Her eyes met his and he tilted his head, daring her to join his game.

His mother's party was until tomorrow evening, which meant he could help Penelope decorate the cake, and make more coulis, in the morning.

"Penelope," he said in a seductive tone.

"Colin," she replied in the same tone. Then she took his hand and licked the strawberry coulis off his finger, swirling her tongue in the devastating manner that she knew would completely undo him.

"You have five minutes to clean up," he told her once she released his finger. "And then I'm either taking you on the workbench or carrying you upstairs."

She only needed four and they left a trail of clothing going up the stairs.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 1 year ago

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Any chance you're working on new CE RPF stuff? Miss reading your work!

To be honest, I'm not working on much of anything.

I went through 6 really insane months at work and I'm still trying to recover from the burnout...

I still plan on finishing my Chris and Ellie series, but even that is on the back burner while I give my mind and body time to recover.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 1 year ago

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theycallmebeccawrites · 1 year ago

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theycallmebeccawrites · 1 year ago

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I will need to update links, but my AO3 has been renamed from “beccaheartschrisevans” to “theycallmebeccawrites”.

All of my story links should still work though since my username isn’t usually included in that link.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 1 year ago

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So… it’s been awhile, but I haven’t forgotten about this blog or my writing, I promise.

My busiest time of work is during the fall to late spring and this year…

…which has put what little muse I had left on the back burner as I tried to take care of myself amongst the chaos.

But I’m back… maybe? Sort of?

I had my first inkling of an idea the other day and it’s been MONTHS since that happened. The thing is… it’s for nothing I’ve ever written before, so nothing related to Chris or one of his characters.

This blog started out that way and it will continue to he’s that content (still trying to finish Chris and Ellie’s series it’s soooo close), but this blog is going to evolve. It’s going to be the home to all my non-drabble writing. The “drabbles” (in quotes because I do know they aren’t true drabbles but I don’t care) will continue to be on my main blog.

So what is this new idea you ask? A modern day Bridgerton Colin and Penelope story. I’ve been rereading the series this past week in anticipation for Season 3 later this spring and the idea came to me. I tried to ignore it, but as I’m sure my fellow writers know, when you get an idea and it continues to evolve as you ignore it… it kind of wears you down. 🤣

It’s what happened with my story Perfectly Imperfect. I ignored that idea for months, just letting it marinade and then, when I actually decided to write it, I had all but one chapter written in a matter of days.

All of this to say that this blog with be moving into its V2 form, maybe this weekend and maybe later (we’ll see how the ADHD kicks in 🤣)

Thank you to all who have stuck with me during this whole season of no updates. I understand if you decide to unfollow with the changes coming. And I suppose I should welcome anyone new who decides to follow because of said changes.

Regardless, please know that I appreciate any and all of my followers.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡

If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...

Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.

Title: New Traditions

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.

“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”

You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.

Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.

“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”

“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”

“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”

Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.

“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,” you promised.

With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.

By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.

You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.

When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.

Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.

By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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Chris or steve rogers talk to their future baby’s future while his preg wife, reader was tucked to sleep

Since the prompts were meant to be fluffy fall/halloween prompts, I had to spin this a little to make it work, but I hope you like it nonny.

Title: Late Night Convos

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: pregnancy

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The bedroom was dark when Steve came in and quietly got ready for bed.

You'd gone to bed hours ago and were seemingly sound asleep or as soundly as you could be at 7 months pregnant.

Climbing into bed, Steve laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling, still not tired enough to sleep.

Reaching over, he placed his hand on your swollen stomach and smiled when the baby kicked at his hand. He or she was clearly awake for a conversation.

"Steve," you mumbled in your sleep.

"Sorry," he said, guilty.

"S'ok," you replied, moving your hand so it was on top of his. "You can talk to the baby."

"I'll be quiet," he promised. Then he pushed the blankets aside and repositioned himself so his head was by your belly.

He spoke so softly and so closely to your belly that while you couldn't hear what he was saying, you could feel the vibrations on your skin.

You strained you ears to make out the conversation but only heard the word 'pumpkin'.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"We're discussing future Halloween costumes," Steve replied. "I promised to not let you dress our baby up like a pumpkin."

"What? Why?"

"Why were we discussing Halloween costumes or why not a pumpkin?" Steve asked. He kissed your belly and then returned to the top of the bed.

"Both?" you asked, tired and confused.

"Because your belly reminded me of a pumpkin and everyone dresses their babies as pumpkins," Steve replied with a shrug.

You blinked at him, unsure how to even respond to that.

"Go back to sleep," Steve said with a smile. "And if you really want to dress the baby as a pumpkin, I won't stop you."

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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For the Halloween request: Frank or Andy taking their young son trick or treating and their son gets scared and runs to them for comfort

Hey Nonny! Thanks for this prompt. Is this prompt based on that viral video going around of the adorable dinosaur who gets scared trick or treating? I hope so because it's adorable!

In case you missed it, I made a post yesterday asking people to send me fluffy, sweet halloween/autumn prompts.

Title: Cowardly Lion

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Wizard of Oz was the theme you'd chosen for yourself, Andy, your two kids and the family dog.

You were dressed as Dorthy, Andy was the Scarecrow, your five-year-old daughter was Toto, your two-year-old son was the Cowardly Lion, and the family dog was the Tinman.

The five of you were met with adorable 'awws' and 'how adorable' comments as you tricked or treated around your neighborhood.

"Why can't we go by ourselves?" your daughter asked, after a few houses. "All the big kids are."

"We can wait here if you'd like," you said to her. "Take your brother with you."

"Come on, bubba," your daughter said, taking her brother's hand.

They were only halfway to the front door, when one of the yard decorations howled and both kids started. Your daughter blinked at it, but your son pulled his hand out of hers and ran back crying.

Andy handed you the dog's leash and hurried to the little boy, scooping him up and cuddling him to his chest. "It's ok," he assured the little boy.

"Is he ok?" the homeowner called in concern.

Looking over, you saw that your daughter had made it to the front door to get candy.

"Just got spooked," you called back. "He'll be ok."

Your daughter skipped back to where you were waiting with a couple pieces of candy in her hand. "The lady this is for bubba," she reported.

Andy squatted down so your daughter could give her brother his candy.

After that house, however, your son refused to go to the door of any houses that had decorations in the yard, not even Andy offering to carry him past them could convince them that it was safe.

"Bad, scary monsters," the little boy said, shaking his head.

"Guess we chose the right costume for him," you said to Andy, making him chuckle.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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Anyone wanna send me some fluffy, Halloween/autumn prompts?

I’ll write for:

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Cole Turner (can also be for my hockey!Cole)

Ari Levinson (can also be for my cowboy!Ari)

Ransom Drysdale (au only)

Colin Shea

If you want something for Chris or one of his other characters, I’ll consider it.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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In case anyone was curious.

Do you still plan to keep working on Chris and Ellie series or other rpf now that he’s married?

Yes. It’s exactly what it was before he was married…fiction.

Nevermind the fact that while my RPF stories use his name and likeness… they are my characterizations of him. They always have been. I’m not trying to tell his story. I’m telling my stories with him as the “lead actor”.

I know there will be people that don’t think it’s appropriate and won’t want to read/write RPF stories and that’s ok. Their opinion on it is just as valid as mine is.

I’m a fandom auntie… I’ve been through all of this before. 🤷‍♀️ This is nothing ground breaking. I was 14/15 when Taylor Hanson got married… it’s a topic for another post but if you were part of the fandom at that time… it was a rollercoaster of a time. Some people left and some stayed. It happens all the time.

My advice to everyone is to learn how to separate the celebrity from fanfic. Treat fanfic like a movie/tv show that the celebrity is part of rather than viewing it as their real life. Because it’s all fiction and nothing more.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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Drabble: Much Ado About Nothing

BINGO! BINGO! I've got a bingo! 🤣 With this little drabble I have officially gotten a bingo on my @the-slumberparty bingo card!

Using the handy-dandy flippity randomizer tool that @nomadicpixel told me about, I came up with my prompt for "Theatre" and then I got this silly idea because why not.

Preface this to say that Much Ado About Nothing is my favorite play by Shakespeare and one of my favorite performances of it (well the only one I've seen live to this point) was in high school and it was really good.

As for the title... it really sums up this story...

Title: Much Ado About Nothing

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

"You want to do what?" Andy asked, eyebrows raised.

You rolled your eyes, but repeated yourself. "I want to go to the local high school's performance of Much Ado About Nothing."

"But why?" he asked while trying to mask the disgruntled look on his face.

"Because it's my favorite Shakespeare play?" you responded. "Nevermind the fact that we're going to have kids someday and, unless you plan on moving, they'll likely go to that high school, which means we need to support the arts now so they don't cut them out of the budget."

Andy's expression remained unchanged.

"Oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun!" you said, enthusiastically. "We did Much Ado About Nothing when I was in high school and it was the biggest hit!"

"That was like twenty years ago," he said, unable to hold back the dig at how long you'd been out of school.

"Rude," you responded, showing him your middle finger.

"Can't we just watch the movie or something?" he asked. "Put on our PJs, pop some popcorn and snuggle on the couch?"

"You don't wear pajamas and you only cuddle me for five minutes before you claim I'm roasting you alive with my body heat," you counter.

"You really want to do this?" he sighed.

"Yes, Andy, I really want to do this," you replied, smiling at him. "I promise, next Friday night, we'll do whatever you want."

Andy's eyebrows rose higher and a wicked grin spread quickly across his face.

"Within reason!" you exclaimed. "Whatever you want within reason."

"Nope, you said whatever I want and I'm holding you to that," he stated. "Now grab your coat and let's go watch high schoolers butcher ole Billy Shakespeare."

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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18+ Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star

Here it is! The result of the poll that ended last night, where you lovely people chose for Ari Levinson to be a rock star. I thought I knew what was going to happen in this drabble... and then it just took off on its own... for nearly 3,400 words.

This drabble is for my @the-slumberparty bingo card squares Rock Star AU and Airplane Sex. 😏

Title: Ari Levinson, Rock Star

Pairing: rock star!Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

"So this is how the other half travels," you say as you follow Ari Levinson up the stairs to the private plane.

"Maybe," Ari says with a laugh. "But I only travel this way when I have a wedding to attend in Boston a mere 36 hours or so before I'm supposed to headline a show in LA."

"You're a really good friend," you tell him as you look around the small, but elegant plane. There's a long bench of white leather seats as well as four rows of traditional seats. "Where should I sit?"

"Wherever you'd like," Ari replies. "It'll just be the two of us."

You set your purse down and then turn to look at him. "Wait, what? Where's the rest of your band? Don't you have a full entourage?"

Ari chuckles before saying, "They're already in LA. I can travel by myself, I do so quite often. Just because I'm a rock star doesn't mean I'm a complete idiot."

"Mr. Levinson, we are preparing for takeoff," the lone flight attendant says. "Do you or your guest need anything?"

"No, we're good, but thank you," he responds.

"Very good, we'll close the door and proceed then," the flight attendant tells him. "Ring if you need anything."

Instead of sitting down next to Ari for the cross country flight, you take a seat in the row across from the seat he has chosen.

"You really don't travel like this every concert?" you ask him.

"Definitely not," he says with a laugh. "I'm subjected to a smelly tour bus with the rest of the band and crew."

While his voice is dripping with sarcasm, you can see the glint in his eyes as he speaks. The tour bus might be smelly and full, but you can tell he still loves it.

Until last night, you hadn't seen Ari since the summer before you graduated college when he and his band had played a concert at your university. You had gone and hadn't planned to say anything to Ari, until your roommate had found out that you knew him. She'd convinced you to try and get backstage to say hello, and, you know, for her mingle with the band.

You'd convinced the security guard that you were a friend of Ari's from high school, which almost failed until the band's drummer happened to walk past. You'd called his name, recognizing him from school, and the rest had been history.

At least for your roommate and the drummer. You'd introduced the two of them and they'd been inseparable ever since. Even after he decided to leave Ari's band to take over his dad's business.

It had been their wedding, last night, where you and Ari had reconnected.

The two of you had been catching up when you'd gotten a notification to your phone that your commercial flight to Los Angeles had been canceled. Upon learning that, he'd immediately offered to join him on his private flight and hadn't given you a second to protest before he'd sent a message to his manager that he would have an additional passenger on his flight.

"Thanks again," you say to him, once the plane is in the air. "You really saved me. I would have missed at least the first day of my conference."

"What kind of conference? Is it for work?" he asks, running his hands through his perfect, rock star length hair.

"Yes, for work," you reply, ignoring the first part of his question. It's not that you are embarrassed by your work, because you aren't, but not everyone understands.

"This plane has wifi," he says with a grin. "Don't make me google you."

Even though you know he won't find anything, you give in, because if there is anyone who would discover the truth it would be Ari. Even in school, he'd had the annoying habit of being able to find out things that people didn't want others to know.

"I'm a romance author," you confess. "I'm not speaking at the conference, or anything, but some of my friends are, so I wanted to support them and attend some of the panels."

"You must write under a pen name," Ari says, looking up from his phone. "What is it?"

"Ari, it's romance, I write romance," you state, feeling your face heat up. "You don't need to read it."

"I thought we already discussed the fact that I spend a lot of time on a tour bus. I have a lot of time on my hands and don't tell the guys, but after a while, even video games get boring."

You cave and tell him your pen name. Afterall, it wouldn't take much work for him to get the name from your former roommate anyway.

Ari lets out a whistle as he obviously looks at your bookography.

"My publisher insists that half naked men on the cover sell better than those without," you say defensively.

"They must know my publicist," Ari jokes. "Why else do you think I, a musician, ended up on the front cover of a workout magazine with my shirt off?"

"Do you ever wish you could just do the music thing without the fame part?" you ask, wanting the attention off of you and your books.

"Definitely, but I've been a starving musician and it's a rough life," he replies, putting his phone down. He gestures to the plane. "This is what people picture, but really, it's hours on the bus, often where you fall asleep in one state and wake up in a completely different one. Sometimes, in a completely different time zone. It's far from being the glamorous life of the rich and famous, for sure."

"Do you date?" you ask, impulsively. Then shake your head before adding, "Please don't answer that."

"I don't mind, not with you," he says. "After all, who better to tell than the neighbor who spied on me growing up."

"I did not spy on you!" you exclaim, wishing you had something to throw at him. "You were the one who went skinny dipping in your backyard in the middle of the night and forgot about the security lights. It woke me up and I thought someone was trying to break in. I didn't expect to see you and your -" you gesture to his nether regions.

"My dick?" he offers with a grin. "Based on the covers of your books and one of the reviews I saw, I'm willing to bet you have a lot of terms for it."

"Ari," you say warningly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says. "I couldn't resist, but I'll lay off for now. But if you ever decide to write a book about a hot rock star, I'm happy to lend a hand."

You clear your throat, slightly embarrassed.

"You've already written one," Ari says, sitting up straight. He grabs his phone and in pure know-it-all-Ari-fashion, it takes him less than a minute to find the book and read the synopsis.

"Alex Lewis is a famous country music star who is taking over the world and breaking hearts everywhere he goes. Until he returns to the small town he grew up to attend his grandma's funeral. There he is just Alex Lewis, the country boy, who left behind his high school sweetheart, Rachel Andrews, to pursue his dreams."

Ari stops reading and you can feel his eyes on you. The two of you were never actual high school sweethearts or anything close to it, but you had been close growing up with only six feet between your bedroom windows.

"I didn't have a plane this fancy in it," you say, trying to sound casual. "All my research led to what you already confirmed, that it's mostly tour buses and such."

Ari says your name, but you ignore him and continue, "Honestly, it would be a sure fire way to impress someone, though." You choose not to mention the other idea that being on a private plane brings to your mind, but you tuck it away for another day. Afterall, you're still working in the same universe that Alex and Rachel live in and you could write a novella for them.

"Is it?" Ari asks.

His voice is closer than it was and you look up to see him standing in the aisle.

He picks up your purse and sets it on the seat he vacated before he sits down next to you.

"Real talk," he says. "When we went to that party in 9th grade at Bobby's? I wanted nothing more than to kiss you when we were all playing spin the bottle."

You remembered that night. Bobby's parents had gone out and he'd invited a dozen or so people over for a party. The bottle had been spun maybe four times before his parents had shown up unannounced and put an end to the party. Your mom had picked you and Ari up and had lectured you both about peer pressure.

"I wanted to kiss you that night, too," you confess.

"I wrote my first song ever about you. It was a horrible song, but I had to write it. Had to express everything I was too afraid to say to you."

You study Ari's face. He has matured over the years, obviously, but you can still see a hint of the kid you'd grown up with.

"I feel like I'm a character in one of my own books," you whisper to him. "Childhood friends who secretly liked each other and couldn't admit it until years later when they are suddenly thrown together."

"Characters that weren't ready for each other when they were younger," Ari continues, making it obvious that he is familiar with romance novels. "They needed time to figure out who they were without each other so that when the time was right, they knew they'd live happily ever after together."

Silence falls between the two of you as you process everything that's been said during the last few minutes.

Ari's confessions were everything you'd dreamed of as a teenager, but now you and Ari are grown adults who don't know much about each other and he is at the beginning of what is slated to be a two and a half year long world tour.

"I can work from anywhere," you blurt out.

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, but seems to figure it out quickly enough. "Like in the back of a smelly tour bus? Or backstage at a concert venue?"

You nod your head. You know it's too fast for that, but the fact of the matter is that you can write anywhere.

"Good to know," Ari says. He sets his hand on the armrest between you, palm up, and you put your hand on top of his.

—---------

One Year Later

"I can't believe you got us the same plane," you say to Ari as you sit down.

"I wouldn't be the perfect husband for a romance author if I didn't," Ari states as he takes the seat next to you.

"Husband," you repeat with a silly grin on your face.

"Wife," he replies with a grin of his own.

After dating long distance for a few months, you sublet your apartment and went on tour with him full time. Then, after an awards show in Vegas, the two of you had eloped with just his band members in attendance.

Now, after stopping at home to renew your vows in front of family and friends, you and Ari are heading overseas for the European leg of his tour. The rest of the band and crew are already there, intentionally, and the two of you are, once again, flying privately just the two of you.

"We could have flown with everyone else," you say to him as the plane reaches altitude.

"We could have," he agreed. "But there's something we couldn't do with them on the plane."

You arch your brow but have to wait for him to explain when the door opens and the same flight attendant from the last flight comes in carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Thank you," Ari says as she sets them down in a place obviously designed for them to remain secure.

"Ring if you need anything else," the flight attendant says.

"Would you like some champagne?" Ari asks, standing up to pour some.

"Yes, but first tell me what you were going to say," you insist.

"Alex and Rachel's love scene in that Valentine's Day book," he says with a twinkle in his eye, speaking of the book you'd released a few months into your relationship. "I want to recreate it."

"Now? Here?" You gesture to the plane.

"Yes," he says, handing you a champagne flute.

You narrow your eyes and ask, "Ari, is this why you insisted that we have our own, private flight to Paris?"

"Well this and getting to spend an extra night in our own bed," he answers. "I've only slept in that bed maybe 10 times since we got it."

Despite your insistence that you could work from anywhere, Ari had decided he wanted to live near where you guys had grown up. You'd given up your apartment and the two of you had moved into a modest house in a gated community that offered some semblance of security for a rock star and his romance writing wife.

"Alex was more seductive in his approach," you point out. "He at least had the decency to flash his abs to Rachel before he suggested they do it on the plane."

"Alex has nothing on me," Ari scoffs. He hands you his champagne flute and pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it across the aisle.

He reaches for the button on his jeans and you stop him, knowing full well he is commando under them.

"Slow down, turbo," you tease. "We have plenty of time."

"You compared me to a fictional character," he mutters as he sits down.

"A fictional character that I based off of you," you remind him as you study him. "A character that, honestly, fails to live up to the original." Leaning over, you kiss his shoulder. "Let's finish our drinks and then I'll show you why I wore a dress."

Ari pauses with his glass halfway to his lips and then his eyes drop to the skirt of your dress. "I know what your characters usually have under their dresses when you specifically mention them in the lead up to a sex scene," he says and then adjusts the front of his pants.

You smirk into your champagne flute.

A year ago, you weren't sure how Ari would react to the sex scenes in your books, not to mention the way your mind often worked through sex scenes as you were writing them. But he'd quickly become an asset when it came to writing them, especially when it came to trying certain positions to see if they were possible.

Champagne finished, and the glasses safely returned to a special holder, you lift the arm rest between the seats and pull Ari's hand over to your lap, encouraging him to discover what you both already knew: you'd slipped your panties off before the flight had taxied to the runway.

"Fuck," he groans as his fingers find the heated, bare flesh of your womanhood.

He makes to get down between the seats to see you and taste you there, but there isn't enough space between the seats.

"Fuck this," he says before picking you up and carrying you the short distance to the bench.

Your laughter fades away as he hikes the skirt of your dress up and begins to play. He teases the soft skin of your inner thigh and has you squirming and begging for his touch in no time.

"Please, Ari, please," you beg him as his fingers brush your sensitive numb again, sending shocks of desire through your body.

"I love it when you say my name all breathy like that." He smirks and then wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you forward so you're practically on the edge of the bench.

You moan as his fingers finally touch you there and your hips rock forward of their own accord. Years of playing guitar have left the skin of his fingers rough, but also amazingly strong from tip to base.

When you think you're about to come, he slithers a tongue through your slickness and takes you all the way to your breaking point. He softens his touch as you ride through your climax, but he doesn't let go of you completely.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," you mutter as you stare down at him. "Make love to me?"

"Forever," he responds. Standing up, he toes off his shoes and then drops his jeans to the ground. Then he looks at you and smiles when he finds your dress gone. "Couldn't wait?"

"For this?" you ask, reaching your hand out to caress his dick. "Never." The object in question seemingly grows harder in your hand.

"He's excited," Ari says with a shrug. "Can't say I blame him." He lets his eyes linger over your naked body. "I'm excited, too."

Letting go of him, you keep your eyes locked with his as you turn and lay down on the bench. He follows, positioning himself at your opening.

"Ari," you whine as he teases you by sliding in a little then pulling out.

"Babe," he mimics before he leans down and kisses you.

You gasp against his mouth as he finally slides all the way into you.

"They can't hear us," he whispers. "Be as loud as you want."

With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the moment as his body rocks against your own. You wrap your leg that isn't pinned to the side of the bench around his waist, groaning against his lips as you take him deeper.

It isn't until later, after you've both come and you're curled up in a blanket on the floor, that you find out just how much you lost yourself when you see the nail marks in Ari's skin.

"I'm so sorry," you say with a laugh.

"Guess it's a good thing I always wear a t-shirt on stage," he replies, leaning down to kiss you. "Besides, it's not like it's a secret or anything. I'm a married man." He holds up his left hand. "I wear this all the time, including on stage."

Grabbing his hand, you bring it to your lips and kiss his ring finger. You place his hand on your breast and close your eyes to rest.

"As happy as I am right now, I gotta admit, I wish you'd have realized how good I looked naked when we were 18," he says.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rest forgotten, you raise yourself onto an elbow and study him.

"I did it on purpose," he states. "I could have turned the security lights off, but I didn't. I wanted you to see me."

"Ari!" you exclaim, playfully swatting at his chest.

"I was desperate and maybe a little drunk," he admits. "But I guess it all worked out in the end."

"After you told all your friends that I spied on you from my bedroom window," you mutter.

"Ok, that was one of my weaker moments," he says with a laugh. "But I really thought you'd see me naked and want to be with me."

"How drunk were you?" you ask, cautiously.

"Drunk enough that I was going to declare my love for you that night until you stuck your head out your window and told me to put some clothes on and go to bed because some people had to work in the morning," he replies, perfectly mimicking your voice.

"Oh Ari," you sigh though it quickly dissolves into a giggle. "Leave the romance writing to me."

"You are not allowed to use that in a book," he says quickly and firmly.

"I'm sure I can convince you," you say, letting your hand glide down his torso under the blanket. "One way, or another."

By the time the plane touches down in Paris, France, you've convinced him multiple times over.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 2 years ago

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Ok I have fun with these polls because they help inspire me. So let’s do another one!

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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Here is the promised follow up to my drabble Smooth Hips Turner. I did a poll a couple weeks ago to determine what the plot should be and almost half of the votes were for her brother to find out about them dating.

I'm not a drama writer... I'm a romantic comedy writer... so I had some fun.

I'm also checking off a couple squares on my @the-slumberparty bingo card: Sports AU and Night Club.

Title: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Pairing: hockey player!Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

IS SMOOTH HIPS TURNER IS OFF THE MARKET?? The superstar goalie was seen canoodling at a local club with an unknown female while out with friends over the weekend. Our body language expert looked at the photos and said the relationship looks serious and predicts that there will be wedding bells in the off season for the pro.

"Fuck," Cole cursed as he looked at the social media post.

"All my social media accounts were already private," you reminded him. "And I changed all my profile pictures to the beach as soon as I saw that post."

"Someone will recognize you though and sell your name and any dirt they have on you to the tabloids," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother."

"Excuse me?" you asked with a laugh.

"Not literally fuck your brother," Cole replied with a grin. "But fuck, I wanted to tell your brother myself. But if he sees those photos, he's going to know."

Before you could respond, Cole's phone dinged and he glanced down at it, his eyes going wide as he looked at the message. Swallowing, he turned it towards you so you could see the message that had come in from your brother.

YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER????

CALL ME THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!

"I'll call him," you offered. "And I'll tell him to mind his own fucking business."

"No," Cole said, shaking his head. "I have to do this. I should have done it before now."

"You aren't having this conversation without me," you told him. "I get that he is your best friend, but he's my brother. And I get that he's my brother, but you're my boyfriend. You are not excluding me from this!"

"Alright, alright," Cole said, holding up his hands. "I'll call him now."

He sat down next to you on the couch and chose to video call your brother.

You weren't sure what to expect when your brother answered, but based on his text to Cole you weren't expecting the shit eating grin you got.

"Turner. Sis." He greeted you both. Then, to Cole, said, "So you finally grew a pair and asked her out, huh?"

It took a second for you and Cole to figure out what he meant by that but you started laughing while Cole just stared back at him in shock.

"Oh don't pretend to be shocked I knew," your brother told him. "You were fucking obvious, man. It was a relief when she went away to school because you weren't distracted all the time if she was home."

"You knew the whole time?" Cole asked, dumbfounded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Uh, because it was my sister," your brother replied. "I wasn't going to encourage that when you didn't stand a chance with her. And after, well you lived in two different places and lived very different lives."

"So you aren't mad?" you asked him.

"That you guys are dating? Absolutely not," he replied. "I am annoyed that I found out from the fucking internet though!"

"It's not how we wanted you to find out," Cole said. "I was going to talk to you next week when my team was in town."

"You were?" you said, looking at Cole.

"I was," he replied, looking back at you.

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him.

"OH YUCK! GROSS!" your brother complained. "Just because I'm ok with it doesn't mean I want to see it!"

"Say bye to your brother," Cole told you, pulling his lips away from yours.

"Bye, butt head," you called.

Your brother was still protesting when Cole ended the call and dropped the phone onto the floor.

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