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[theycallmebecca]

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.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

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]

Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 30

Hello my friends, I hope you are all doing well. Or as well as can be expected. My heart is hurting this week.. between what happened in Texas as well as the death of two elderly family members during the last 48 hours. Neither death came as a shock, but to come back to back like that was a shock to the sense.

Thank you as always for being patient with me when it comes to updating this story. It’s actually been almost 6 years to the day that I started writing this series. And if I can get my writing mojo back on track for these two, I’m hoping to finish it in the next year. 🤞

xoxo Becca xoxo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: Chris and Ellie go on their first date

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

This episode can also be read on AO3.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 29

Episode 30: The First Date

January 8, 2015

"Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" Ellie asked as Chris navigated LA traffic.

"If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise," he replied, tossing her a coy grin.

"Fine, but remember what goes around comes around," Ellie replied, playfully crossing her arms with a huff. "And I will figure this out."

"You're welcome to try," Chris teased.

Ellie spent the next thirty minutes or so trying to guess their destination, using highway signs as clues, with little success. It wasn't until she started seeing the signs for the Griffith Observatory that she figured it out.

Wanting to test her theory, she made what she hoped came out as an offhand comment. "You know, I've never been to the observatory. I hear it's a great place."

Chris didn't reply, but she caught the small smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

She smiled smugly to herself.

Sunset was only thirty minutes away when Chris took the exit for the observatory and park. The road was long and all uphill, offering a gorgeous view of the city below.

It was all amazing until Ellie saw a sign at the entrance to the parking lot saying that the observatory was “Closed for a Private Event”.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be up here?" she asked, calling Chris's attention to the sign.

"We're exactly where we're supposed to be," he assured her.

"But the -" she started and then it dawned on her. Their date was "the private event" on the sign. "How?"

"It might not seem like it, but I'm kind of famous," Chris said as he parked the car. After he turned the car off, he looked at her and gave an awkward "what can you do" shrug.

"Only kind of famous?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I called someone who called someone," Chris explained as he reached for her hand. "You've given me a second chance and I want to do this right. I don't use my fame for my own benefit very often, but this is one of my favorite places in LA and I wanted to bring you here. This is our first date and I wanted it to be amazing. That wouldn't be possible if we were constantly interrupted by people wanting to take a picture with me or get an autograph."

"I hadn't even thought of that," Ellie admitted. "I guess that's something I need to start taking into consideration."

"It's a fact of my life," he said with a small shrug. "And it will affect everyday life, especially here in LA."

Chris didn't say it, but they both knew that it would be something she'd have to get use to. Or decide if it was something she could get use to.

"It's not something we have to worry about tonight," she reminded him. "We'll figure it out as we have to. But right now, I want to know what you have planned for us."

"All in good time," Chris said with a grin. "Starting with sunset."

Getting out of the car, he led her onto the main patio of the observatory where they could watch the sunset over Los Angeles.

As they waited for the sun to set, they talked about how warm the day had been, especially when compared to the weather back in Oregon and Massachusetts, but their conversation faded away as the sky started to change colors.

"This might be the best view in LA," Ellie whispered.

"Uh huh," Chris agreed, though his eyes weren't on the sky, but on Ellie's face. The best view in the world, he thought.

As the last of the sun's orange red tones faded into the darkening blue of night, the lights of the city took precedence, creating their own sense of awe.

"If this is what LA looks like, I can only imagine what New York City or even Boston looks like," Ellie said.

"Those are breathtaking, too," Chris told her. "I'll add it to the list of date ideas I have."

"You have a list of dates?" Ellie asked, turning to look at him. "Can I see it?"

"Well, it's a mental list right now," Chris explained with a sheepish grin. "But maybe I'll write it down for you."

"I hope going to another Red Sox game is on that list," Ellie said.

"The very top," Chris assured her as he held out his hand. "Are you ready to go inside?"

Ellie nodded her head and took his hand, letting him lead the way.

Once inside, they were greeted by an employee who Chris had arranged to give them a private tour of the facility. In reality, he probably could have led the tour himself, but he had wanted Ellie to have the best experience he could give her.

The tour took them roughly an hour and came to an end in the Gunther Depths of Space exhibit. Below the large planets hanging from the ceiling was a table for two that had been set up with a catering staff waiting to serve them dinner.

"Another perk of being slightly famous?" Ellie teased when she spotted the table.

"I wanted this date to be out of this world," Chris said with a shrug.

Ellie snickered at his pun and sat down after he'd pulled her chair out for her.

"So what do you think?" Chris asked, once they had been left alone to enjoy their meal.

"It's amazing," Ellie replied before listing her favorite things.

"Wow," Chris said once she took a breath. "And to think, we haven't even seen the best part yet."

"There's more?" Ellie gaped at him.

Chris just grinned and took another bite of his dinner. He successfully evaded Ellie's attempts to get him to tell her what was next on their itinerary as they made small talk in between bites.

When they finished eating, their tour guide returned and led them up to the planetarium.

"Oh my god," Ellie gasped and grabbed Chris's arm as she took in the domed screen.

"Just wait," he said as he led her to their seats. "It's amazing."

What followed was a journey through time and space with live storytelling that left Ellie in awe. 

Her reaction made Chris add coming back to the observatory to his mental list of date ideas. After all, there were more shows to see and more to experience during the day.

After the show, they thanked the staff and left the observatory. They spent a few more minutes looking at the lights of Los Angeles before they got back into the car.

Conversation flowed easily between them as Chris drove, most of it about the show they'd just seen.

It wasn't until Chris took the exit for her part of town that Ellie realized where they were.

The night had been perfect, and she wasn't ready for it to end.

"Fancy a milkshake?" she asked, hoping he'd say yes.

Chris nodded his head. He hadn't been ready to call it a night either. "A milkshake sounds perfect."

Episode 31

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[nowandajenn]

do u remember a chris evans series where reader has been in love with him for a long time and he broke up with his gf I think and he got a vasectomy and reader moved away and he got a reversal and they ended up together and had kids at the end?

The story you’re looking for is called ‘Perfectly Imperfect’ by @theycallmebeccawrites !!

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Welcome to the Marvel Fandom Masterlist of Masterlists! Part 2/4

To give back to our fandom, I decided to compile a list of as many amazing Marvel writers as I could. The idea originally comes from the Hiddleston Masterlist I made in 2020, but this time, I want to make it bigger, better and more inclusive.

Before proceeding, know that this list comprises of writer of all kinds which includes: smut, fluff, angst, dark, non-con, dub-con, RPF, OC, etc. Please read the author’s warnings, tags and respect their boundaries. Minors, do not interact. Most of the writers on this list post works suitable for readers aged 18+.

To my writers who find themselves on this extensive list, know that your work is appreciated. If you have an AO3 or Masterlist and it wasn’t linked, I apologise. It was hard to gather all of this information on my own; please reblog and share your socials!

To my writers who have stumbled across this and aren’t on this list, reblog and add yourself! You deserve that recognition too! I’m only human therefore it’s impossible to include everyone.

Now, below the cut, please enjoy the fruits of my labour!

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@river-soul - Masterlist - (N/A) AO3

@threeminutesoflife - Masterlist - (N/A) AO3

@oneoftheprettynerds - Masterlist - (N/A) AO3

@agentofbarnes - Masterlist - (N/A) AO3

@boxofbonesfic - Masterlist - (N/A) AO3

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[chrrycolouredfunk]

(November-December)

Last one for 2021! Happy New Year!

Here are the fics I read & liked from last month until now. I will keep updating this list till the end of this month.

WARNING: 18+ ONLY, if you interact with this post and you are below 18 or your age isn’t in your bio, you will be blocked. Also most of these are smut sooo make sure you read the warnings.

Please let me know if a link is broken, I haven’t tagged the correct author or you’d like something removed. Thank you!

Also as a reader please reblog the respective fics you like from this masterlist! It would help the writers !

My Fic Rec Masterlists 2021

CHRIS EVANS

Coitus Interruptus by @rogersevans

Birthday Head by @vannybarber

ANDY BARBER

You were my Helen (Series) by @wildestdreamsblog

Rendezvous by @sebsbrokentoe

The Bar AU(Series) by @ramp-it-up

Cruel by @onsunnyside

A Little Longer by @agirlcandream84

One Shot: Christmas Getaway by @theycallmebeccawrites

Apple Pies & Open Thighs by @anotherwritersblog

HARRY STYLES

I Will Then by @fool-for-harry

STEVE ROGERS

What a World (series masterlist) (Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader) by @onsunnyside

ARI LEVINSON

The Mourning After by @specialk-18

the warmth of you. by @inklore

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[31miw-inkpsycho]

Just thought I’d message you because Tumblr can be a bitch sometimes with replies. I saw your note about being added to a forever list, I don’t normally tag the stuff I write on this blog. But I do tag people on the stuff I post to theycallmebeccawrites if you’re interested.

Awesome, that works.Thanks

[thewannabewriter]

Tag Game

Tag game

Rules of the Game: Answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagged by: @nomadicpixel

Nickname(s): Mini

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5'2

Time: 17:59

Favorite band/artist: Little Mix

Song stuck in my head: Black Magic

Last movie I saw: Endgame

Last thing I googled: One Chicago 2019 start date.

Other blogs: Probably, but they’re long forgotten somewhere

Do I get asks?: No.  But I’d answer any if they came my way.

Why this username?: Writing is something that I’ve always enjoyed and something that I strive to do at least once a week. It also serves as a reminder haha.

Following: 106 blogs

Average amount of sleep: 6 hours. 7 on a weekend I’ d hope.

Lucky number: 72

What am i wearing: green sweat pants and a grey ‘Nap Queen’ t-shirt.

Dream job: Writing full time and being paid for it or research. History nerd. I just want to be surrounded by books. Either my own or historical.

Dream trip: Hawaii

Favorite food: Spaghetti Bolognese

Instruments I play: Keyboard

Eye color: Hazel

Hair color: Brown (currently with red highlights)

Aesthetic: ocean/sun set

Languages: English (I wish I knew more but none of my schooling stuck, even with beginning at age 7)

Most iconic song: Reach by S Club 7

Random fact: I have to pretend to by my friends girlfriend so that she can avoid clingy guys every time we go out for drinks.

Tagging: @somegirlnamedcourtney, @starcrossed-comets, @thelookingglassalice, @thestarfishdancer, @heather-lynn, @theycallmebeccawrites, @team-chris-evans, @brettoniotrashcentral, @souhila-carpe-diem, @whostheblondegirl 

#tag thing

[theycallmebecca]

Can I request either Ari or Chris jealousy prompt “do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because - y’know what, never mind”

Hey nonny! Thanks for this fantastic prompt! I wrote most of this the other day and I had another ending in mind.. but it just wasn't working with me... but oh well.

This Memorial Day weekend, I’m accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Secrets of the Heart

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

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

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

Women love Ari.

Ari loves women.

You love Ari.

Ari loves you like a best friend.

You sigh into your drink as another woman stops Ari on his way back to your table. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the same routine they all do when they see him in a bar.

She’ll touch his arm.

He’ll flex his biceps.

She’ll giggle and coo over his “big strong muscles”.

He’ll give her a panty melting smile.

She’ll give him her number.

He’ll pocket the number and promise to call her.

She’ll go back to her friends, who will all giggle and steal glances at him.

He’ll come back to your table and drop into his seat like nothing has happened.

“What’s that face about?” he asks, picking up his beer and taking a swig of it.

“Just thinking,” you lie as you adjust your expression. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him and it’s better that way. Afterall, you are the opposite of his type, judging by the women he’s gone out with.

“Sounds serious,” he says, leaning forward. Then, because he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, adds, “Tell Ari what’s troubling you.”

“I’m on my period and I have cramps,” you say, knowing that will make him uncomfortable. “So I’ve decided to go home.”

He cringes at the womanly stuff, but his expression turns to a frown when you say you’re leaving. “You haven’t finished your beer,” he says.

“I don’t need the calories,” you state as you stand up. “I ordered an Uber so you can stay and -” You motion in the general direction of the woman he was flirting with. “- do whatever.”

You don’t wait for him to respond as you cross the bar as quickly as you can. You have no intention on going straight home, instead, you plan to walk the two blocks to the ice cream parlor where you’ll get your favorite ice cream and eat it while you wait for the Uber to pick you up.

It’s still early in the evening, so you aren’t alone on the street as you walk to your next destination lost in thought. You know breaking ties with Ari would make your life a little easier, but the thought of not having him in your life is more heartbreaking than watching him flirt with nameless women in front of you.

You’re waiting for the light to change around the corner from the ice cream shop when an all to familiar voice says, “I thought you said you ordered an Uber.”

Spinning around, you stare at Ari in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” he counters, pulling you out of the way as another group of people walk past.

One of the women in the group stops and looks at his hand on your arm before looking at you. “Are you ok?” she asks.

Ari smartly let’s go and takes a step back, but you nod and assure the woman that you’re fine.

She glares at him and then takes his picture of the two of you with her phone. “Just in case,” she says then she walks away.

Ari curses under his breath before turning to you. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone calmer, likely to avoid anyone else stopping.

“Why are you following me?” you counter. “I told you I was leaving so you could go home with that wannabe model.”

Ari lets out a satisfied noise. “And there it is,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “The real reason you left the bar.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.

“You always do this,” he says, throwing his hands up. “It’s Thursday, our night. Yeah, I flirted with her, but I wasn���t going to ditch you for her. I don’t even know her.”

You roll your eyes. Not knowing a woman has never stopped him from taking her home.

“You know what, fine,” Ari says. “Leave. Go home. I’ll see you later.”

“Do you ever ask why I get this way?” you call after his retreating back, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them. 

He pauses and turns to look at you, his face unreadable.

“Maybe it’s because -” His eyes roll, obviously expecting another dumb excuse and you get control of your tongue. “- y’know what, never mind, fuck you, Ari Levinson.”

Taking advantage of the green light, you race across the street, embarrassed that you almost spilled your secret to that asshole.

A series of honks makes you turn and you see Ari running across the street, traffic lights be damned.

“Because why, damn it?” he demands once he reaches you. “I fucking need to know.”

“Ari, please, don’t,” you beg softly. “I -”

“Because I can tell you why I go home with those wannabe models,” he says. “Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He tilts your chin so he can look you in the eye. “You.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him. “What?” Your brain is too stunned to say anything more.

“It’s always been you,” he says. “Just you. Perfect you.”

“But I’m not your type,” you state.

“You are my type,” he argues. “I only date the wannabes because they don’t look like you, don’t act like you… because they aren’t you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want a substitute. For the longest time, I’ve just been your best friend and I accepted that fact. But I want more, I need more. I want you, all of you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he whispers. “But the question now is, do you?”

“Yes,” you say, on the verge of tears. “Ari, yes, always.”

“Thank fuck,” he says before he pushes you up against the brick wall of the closest building and kisses you, ignoring the cat calls and the ‘get a room’ comments from people passing you on the street.

That first kiss is better than you ever imagined it would be. The second kiss is even better than the first.

Pulling away, Ari rests his forehead against yours and says, “How about we get some ice cream then go back to your place. I think the rest of this conversation would be better in private.”

"Yes," you reply, looking down at your hand that clasped in his. "Ari."

His eyes meet yours in question.

"I love you," you say, needing him to know the full extent of your feelings for him.

"I love you, too," he replies.

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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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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

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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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18+ Drabble: Nighttime Play

I can always tell when I've been reading something smexy... because well it gets my muse riled up haha. So here is a little drabble for y'all using a prompt from @the-slumberparty for their May event.

Title: Nighttime Play

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: voyeurism, semi-graphic sex

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It was still dark outside when Ari found himself roused from his sleep.

He fought against whatever had woken him, refusing to give in, but something wasn’t right.

Forcing his eyes open, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table and mentally groaned when he saw it was just after two in the morning.

Not wanting to wake you by getting out of bed, he focused his attention on the world around him, trying to figure out what had pulled him from his own slumber.

Then he heard it.

Not the deep, even breathing that he was used to coming from your side of the bed, but a stuttered, shallow breathing that reminded him of other activities that took place in your bed.

Glancing at your side of the bed, he made out the pile of blankets that you had clearly pushed away from you. Annoyingly, it had created a small wall between himself and you, specifically what you were doing to yourself.

Very aware that you could sometimes lose yourself in your desire, Ari pretended to shift in his sleep to see if you were aware of him or not. When you didn’t react, he knew you were gone.

Slowly, he edged the blankets out of the way until he could see your side of the bed. Your head was tipped back over your pillow, and you had one hand in your panties while the other caressed one of your breasts with your nightshirt tucked under your chin.

He grew hard as he watched you touch yourself, but he waited.

When he’d gone to sleep around eleven, you had been reading a book on your phone. A spicy one, you’d told him, when he’d asked about it.

From the glow on the clock on your side of the bed, he saw that your phone wasn’t on the charger, which likely meant that this had all started from whatever had been in that spicy book of yours.

As he waited, his hand drifted under the blankets and he touched himself, noticing almost immediately how the blankets moved with him. Was that why you had pushed the blankets back? To not disturb him?

Then he saw your hand leave your breast and he watched you pull your shirt to your mouth then bite down on it as your body shook as you came, your cries muffled by the fabric.

“We both know you can be louder than that,” he said into the dark.

Your body stiffened, but you didn’t say anything as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

While you came down, he pushed the blankets out of the way and scooted over to your side of the bed. Then he pulled the shirt from your mouth, letting it fall back onto your chest.

“Ari,” you whispered, your voice husky from your activities.

“Babe,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I- uh,” you stammered, gesturing to the general location of your phone. “Reading.”

Ari snickered then leaned down to kiss you. “You could have woken me up, you know,” he said as he placed a large hand on your torso. “I could have lent a helping hand or two.”

“You were sleeping so soundly,” you replied. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I’m not asleep anymore…”

Reaching up, you pulled his face back towards yours and kissed him.

You didn’t often feel the need to get yourself off after you finished a book, but the one tonight had been jammed packed with hot, titillating sex scenes that had left you desperate for release before you could even consider falling asleep.

Your solo play had contained the fire, but now Ari was fanning the flames again.

“On your back,” you ordered, pushing against his chest. “I want to ride you.”

He complied and rolled onto his back, his dick standing tall and proud.

“Just how long were you watching?” You asked, arching a brow at him. You knew he was always game for just about anything and quick to respond to your touch, but he’d never been that hard just from a few kisses.

“A while,” he admitted as he casually tucked one hand behind his head. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Neither could I,” you replied as you positioned yourself over him. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his member and lowered yourself down onto him.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his well-defined abdomen, you rocked yourself against him, adding a side to side motion every now and then to really drive him wild.

He let you pretend you were in control but you could tell his patience was wearing thin, you could see it in the tension in his arm tucked behind his head. He was biding his time, but he’d soon take control back, just like you wanted him to.

He lasted another thirty seconds before he snapped as he sat up abruptly.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered. “Now.”

Thrilled, you scrambled off of him and onto your knees, bracing yourself with what was coming next.

He didn’t give you any warning before he plowed into you from behind. You lurched forward, but then his hands found your hips and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there as he pulled back then slammed back in.

You cried out his name and curse words as he fucked you and soon it was all over. He slammed into you and you felt him jerk behind you as he came deep within you.

His release triggered yours and you shook as you came, your arms collapsing from exhaustion.

He stayed in you for a little longer before he pulled out and let your lower body fall to the bed before he collapsed next to you in the wadded up blankets.

The two of you laid there for several minutes, recovering, before he nudged you. “Time to clean up and pee,” he said.

You groaned, despite knowing you needed to.

“If I could pee for you, I would,” he said. “But I can’t.”

You forced yourself up and followed him to the bathroom. You did your business while he cleaned himself up. Then the two of you got back in bed and he curled himself around you.

“Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you, too,” he replied.

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Drabble: What Women Want

It's week one over at @the-slumberparty and this is my submission for the "I Spy Challenge". I went back and forth between writing this for Ari Levinson or Andy Barber and I decided at the last minute to make it for Andy... mostly because I've already written something for Ari for the sleepover.

Title: What Women Want

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

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It's a Tuesday night, which means you and your best friend, Andy, are hanging out in your apartment watching hockey.

With the game in an intermission, you are looking at your phone while Andy listens to the intermission report.

"What do women even want for Valentine's Day?" he asks.

Confused, you look up at him, but then you hear the end of the jewelry commercial that you assume prompted his question.

"Are you looking to buy a woman a gift?" you ask, hesitantly. You don't think he's seeing someone, but you suppose it's possible. You learned early in your friendship with Andy that he was a one-and-done with sexual partners and it was easier to not even ask about it.

He gives an 'are you serious' look.

"You're the one who asked a loaded question," you reply, defensively. You refuse to admit, even to yourself, that you had been worried by the idea that he might be seeing someone. You're just best friends. It's all you'll ever be.

The game comes back from intermission, temporarily distracting you both from the conversation, much to your relief.

Andy is an amazing best friend. He is caring and he is the best gift giver, in your opinion. You've never gotten a bad gift from him. Whether it's Christmas or your birthday, the gifts he's given you have always felt personal and well thought out. There have even been times he's given you a gift that you didn't know you needed or wanted.

As the game goes to commercial, you say, "Women want to feel appreciated and loved."

Andy turns his face towards you, giving you his full attention.

"Flowers, chocolates and whatever are nice," you say. "But it's the thought behind them. Was the bouquet just a random one from the store or are they her favorite flowers? Is the chocolate just the cheapest one or her favorites?"

He rubs his chin as he considers your answer and then nods his head. "Makes sense," he says.

The game comes back and the conversation is dropped.

You think nothing of it until you get home from work on Valentine's Day and find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bar of your favorite expensive chocolate sitting on your coffee table. You know it doesn't mean anything behind a friendly gesture because it's Andy, but as you smell the flowers, you let yourself dream, for a nanosecond, that it does mean more.

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Drabble: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Here's a fun, silly little drabble for the July event at @the-slumberparty. The prompts I used in a round about way are cabin getaway, sitting by the fireplace and cuddling for warmth.

Title: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

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You let out a breath as you watched the sun come up from behind the mountains across the lake from where you and your boyfriend, Ari, stood.

He'd convinced you to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise, promising to make you breakfast afterwards.

"It's beautiful," you said in awe.

"Told you it was worth it," he teased. "Time to undress."

"What do you mean, undress?" you asked in shock. Turning, you found him sitting on a large rock, pulling off his boots. "Ari, what are you doing?"

"Undressing," he stated as he shoved his socks into his shoes. "We're going for a swim."

"No we are not," you retorted. "The water is fucking freezing in the afternoon! I am not going in there now!"

"It's better than coffee," he said as he stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. "It's invigorating."

"It's insane," you countered as he continued to strip his clothes off.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased as he dropped his shirt on top of the rock.

"Back home in bed," you said, stubbornly.

"If you come with me now, I won't make you go fishing with me later," he said, standing in front of you in just his jeans. "You can stay inside where it's cool or hang out in the hammock all afternoon. I'll fish by myself, clean it and cook it. You won't have to lift a finger until dinner time."

"And if I don't swim with you?" you asked, afraid of the answer.

"You'll learn how to bait your own hook, take the fish off, clean it and gut it," he replied with a sly grin.

You shuddered at just the thought of the worms and glared at him. "Fine, I'll swim with you, but you're making me breakfast in bed tomorrow with fresh orange juice," you told him.

Ari held out his hand and you shook it.

"Time to get naked!" he declared as he undid his jeans with a flourish.

"Shh!" you hissed, looking around.

"No one else is out here," he stated before he dropped his jeans and boxers and threw them onto the rock.

You sucked in a breath as you let your eyes linger over his chiseled body. He wasn't quite Greek God status, but it was close.

"Need some help over there?" he teased as he pulled his shoulder length hair up into a bun.

"I've got it," you assured him.

Stepping over to his rock, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you took off your clothes and set them next to his.

"Let's get this over with," you said, your teeth chattering.

He held out his hand and you grabbed it, cuddling against his arm for warmth.

"It's not that cold," he teased. "The water will be much worse."

"That's not reassuring!" you exclaimed.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he said with a grin. "Can you walk in or do I need to carry you?"

"I don't trust you not to throw me in," you stated.

"It's the fastest way to get used to it," he pointed out. "But fine, we'll walk in together, ok?"

"Ok," you muttered.

He let out an excited 'yip' and then all but pulled you into the cold water as he ran.

The cold water was a shock to your senses as you found yourself first running into it and then diving under as it hit your thighs.

"HOLY FUCK!" you shouted after you came up for air a second later.

Ari came up a second later, looking shocked. "I didn't think it would be this fucking cold!"

"I fucking hate you," you told him as the two of you made your way to shore.

"That makes two of us," he replied, his teeth chattering.

The two of you dressed as quickly as possible and all but ran back to the cabin you were staying in for the week.

"I'll start a fire," Ari said, gesturing to the fireplace. "You get out of those wet clothes. We need to warm up a bit before we take showers."

Ten minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch under a heavy blanket.

"Well that was fun," Ari said and you rolled your eyes.

"You have a sick sense of fun," you told him.

"But that's why you love me," he replied with a grin.

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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner

Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!

Title: Smooth Hips Turner

Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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"Is that who I think it is?"

You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.

Cole Turner.

You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.

Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.

"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.

As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.

The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.

"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."

"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.

It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.

"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.

She just blinked at him.

"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"

Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."

"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."

"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."

"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"

Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.

Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.

"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"

"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."

After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.

"You're welcome," your friend said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."

You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.

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Drabble: The Luckiest Little Boy

Last week I did a poll for who should star in Father's Day story idea I had and Chris won. So here is the story I wrote for it. I hope y'all enjoy.

In this story Chris is a dad, but also a stepdad. While I am not a child of divorce, my cousin is. He is who is his because he had an amazing step dad who made up for my uncle being a crappy dad. My cousin has since become a devoted stepdad himself and he loves his kids like they are his own.

Title: The Luckiest Little Boy

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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

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"There's someone here to see you," you said to Chris as you came into the nursery where he was putting your two month old down for a nap.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"I'll take over here," you said, purposely ignoring his question. It was Father's Day and you didn't want to ruin the surprise waiting for him.

"Thanks," Chris said, giving you a quick kiss before he left the room.

Curious as to who was waiting for him, he made his way down the stairs and froze as he turned into the living room.

"Papa!" your 8 year old son shouted and ran over to him. 

Chris raised his arms up just in time to catch the boy and gave him a hug.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes going to the couch where your ex and his husband sat.

"It's Father's Day," the little boy stated after Chris set him back down.

"It is," Chris agreed, still confused. "You said dad and papi were taking you fishing today."

"It's Father's Day," the little boy repeated.

Chris glanced at his co-parents for help.

His step-son sighed and then explained, "Papi is married to daddy, so he's my dad, too. You're married to mommy, which makes you my dad, too."

"He didn't want you to be left out today," your ex added.

"You're supposed to spend Father's Day with your dad," the little boy stated then he puffed out his chest. "I'm lucky because I have three dads."

Chris felt tears stinging the corner of his eyes and he pulled the boy in for a hug. 

"I got all your fishing stuff out of the garage," you said from behind him.

"You knew?" Chris asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"They called about an hour ago," you said with a shrug. "But buddy wanted it to be a surprise."

"Can the baby come with us?" your son asked. "She should spend time with papa today, too."

"She's a little young for fishing this year," you said. "But how about when she gets up from her nap, she and I go get everything we need for a barbecue and when you guys get back from fishing we can all have dinner together."

Your son considered your idea for a moment and then nodded his head. "Ok, but we'll need a cake, too," he stated.

"I'll get the perfect cake," you promised.

——

Later that evening, while your son was playing a video game with his step dads, your ex helped you clean up dinner.

“Thanks for today,” you said to him. “I know it meant a lot to Chris.”

“We’re raising a good kid,” your ex shrugged. “When we were eating breakfast this morning, he asked if we were picking up Chris or if he was meeting us at the lake."

"You didn't have to agree to it, though," you said. "It's your weekend…"

"Chris is a good guy," your ex replied. "He loves our son and I know our son loves him. And when the kid said he wanted to spend the day with all three of his dads, how could I tell him no?"

"You're the best," you told him. "Why don't you go play with them. I'll finish up in here."

You watched him leave the kitchen and smiled. Seven-years-ago, you'd become a single mom after splitting with your ex. Then he had gotten married to his husband and the three of you had become co-parents. Then, two years ago, you'd met Chris and had fallen in love.

Initially, you'd worried about how your son would respond to having another man in his life, but it had all worked out better than you could have imagined. Within a month of you and Chris marrying, your son had started calling Chris "papa" and he now had three devoted dads who each brought something different to the table, giving him the best support a kid could need.

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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

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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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