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[boninhau2]

He’s glowing, and you can feel it. 🎥 Bono: Stories Of Surrender - Cannes Film Festival, France, 2025.

[peakyblindersxx]

Hello love. Can I request a Michael Grey headcannon where he’s smitten with the reader. Ty!

adore you - michael gray x reader

gif by @michaelgreys (this definitely inspired this fic, so ty!!! you’re amazing)

a/n: ok sooo this kinda got out of hand. but i’m not mad about it? there is absolutely no plot thank u very much but i hope you enjoy it as much as i did :) i’m working on p5 to whiskey business as well as some other requests after this! 

love, abi xxx

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warnings: nsfw!! smut, fluff, slight power play, mentions of spanking, cocky!michael being hot af

You’d lost track of time, the shadows waxing and waning through the curtains of Michael’s spacious townhouse. When you’d first met him, you’d known he was different, leaning against a wall in the back of the Garrison, sending a smirk your way, cigarette smoke wafting from his lips  as your best mate chattered on with Isaiah, discussing which club was the best to attend on weekends. You weren’t paying much attention to the conversation, eyes fixed on the glaringly attractive man standing silently at the edges of your vision. Michael stepped closer to you, noticing the way your mouth curled at the edges when his gaze met yours. He had asked you out the same night, after more than a few whiskeys, of course. You accepted the invitation, his quiet intelligence peaking your curiosity. He was blunt, witty, and charming beyond belief, let alone more handsome than anyone your age. You could feel yourself falling for him fast, but was it so wrong? He cared, and made sure you knew it. Never mind the family name, and all the drama that came with it. Michael was yours, and you were his.

Currently, he was making sure this would be something you wouldn’t forget, tongue lapping at your cunt as his nose nudged at your clit, using his hands as leverage to keep your hips at bay. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Michael,” you swore, legs quivering as he continued his assault on your core, letting up only to poke his tongue out between his perfectly pink lips, swirling it across your clit, making you cry out and grip his hair, runing the way he’d combed it this morning. He didn’t care, groaning into your core at the sight of you writhing in pleasure on the bed, the sheets soft beneath your skin. God, you looked so fucking irresistable all riled up just for him, he thought to himself.

“Not God, just Michael.” He tore his mouth from you for a second, breathing heavily as he grinned cheekily up at you, lips glistening with your juices. You rolled your eyes, smiling, as he resumed his position, your eyelids squeezing shut with pleasure. 

“Fuck, m’gonna-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, hips bucking wildly at the feeling of his tongue fucking in and out of you while his thumb pressed light circles into your clit. Your moans echoed off the walls, causing him to let out a groan into your pussy.

“C’mon love, wanna see you come on my face. Taste so fuckin’ sweet for me, y’know that?” Michael practically growled, before resuming his ministrations, obscene noises echoing off the bedroom walls as you twisted and turned under him, legs squeezing his head as you reached your orgasm, wracking your body with pleasure. He was already hard; the sight and taste of you on his tongue was causing his cock to stand at attention, and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. You were a fucking vision spread out on his bed, cheeks rosy and eyes dilated from the pleasure he was giving you. You gasped for air, chest heaving as your vision came back to you, focused on the cocky grin the man currently settled in between your thighs wore. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Michael said smugly, though the adoration in his voice was clear. God, he was going to be the death of you.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you breathed, cheeks even hotter, as he grinned, pressing his body against yours, his still-clothed cock pressed against your messy core. “Why the fuck do you still have pants on?”

“Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” Michael teased, blue eyes locked with yours. “Remembering last night?”

Visions of you over his lap flashed through your head, the soft skin of your behind flushed red as his hand came in contact with it, the way your cunt was practically drooling when he was done, the way he’d made you cum on his cock at least six times before the day was over. The way you felt around him was something primal, something that seemed it could only be sated by the filthiest of actions. You’d never felt this way before, never had someone take their time with you like this. He adored you, he’d said. He adored you.

You couldn’t help but let a small moan slip just at the thought, fueling Michael’s lust for you. You were by far the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and that was before he’d seen you naked. The fact that you were here, with him, was something he’d never understand. Yet, he wasn’t complaining. He’d pay everything he’d made to see you like this, wanting for him and only him. He complied, quickly undressing until his body was against yours again, your hands gripping at his hair as you kissed him, soft and slow. Your head spun in circles as his tongue lapped at yours, feeling dizzy just at the feeling of his skin on yours. 

“Michael,” you whimpered, as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, mouth hot against the goosebumps prickling on your skin.

“Don’t worry, love, m’gonna take care of you,” He crooned, sticky-sweet as he lined himself up with you, sinking inside of you slowly to give you time to adjust. You let your eyes flutter shut at the familiar feeling of him filling you up, the head of his cock bumping up against your g-spot, causing you to let out a whine. Michael groaned at the feeling of your wet heat around him, almost sucking him inside of you. The sounds you were making were so obscene, he could have cum right there and then. Still, he held on, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure as he fucked himself in and out of you. Tears pricked at your eyes from overstimulation; yet still, you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him. A vision in his scarred and worn palms; hands that had killed men. Yet, here you were, the most precious thing he’d ever set eyes on, coming to life in those same hands. 

“Please,” you cried, nails scratching at his back as your eyelids fluttered in pleasure, opening slightly so that your eyes could meet his once more, dilated from lust. “Feel so good inside me..” You trailed off, unable to speak as Michael thrust into you at an agonizing pace, sending your eyes rolling back into your head once more. He was practically insatiable, and you loved every second of it, savoring the way he could throw the thoughts right out of your head with just a slight twist of his hips. 

“Want you to come all over my cock, sweetheart,” he encouraged, angelic tone a contrast to the filthy words he was speaking. “Make a mess for me, eh?” You couldn’t help but comply, legs shaking as you reached your fourth orgasm on the night, crying out in pleasure as Michael fucked you through it, his lips pressing kisses to your shoulder, teeth grazing over the soft skin. The way you moaned his name was too much for him, sending him over the edge as he came in you, hot and sticky between your legs. He slumped next to you, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he gazed at you, attempting to catch your breath.  

“Not bad, eh?” He smirked, yet you could see the gentleness behind it.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’d give it a solid eight.”

“Eight?! Looks like we’ve got to go again, then.”

[smolbeandrabbles]

My Last Name - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

@wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​

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Author’s Note: I was supposed to get this off the ground before the Holiday period so I could write my winter wedding fic and like... completely forgot about it until it was a little too late.  So while you won’t get the Wedding this year, though I’m not promising inspiration won’t strike late, or... y’know if there’s demand, I thought I would still give you the proposal. Special shout out to a very good friend who keeps giving me SO much Ralph Anderson inspiration. I needed it and didn’t even know. Keep doing what you’re doing!  💕

We stan the pure form of ‘Daddy’ on this blog. 

My Last Name - Dierks Bentley 

Disclaimer: The Outsider (Book/HBO) Nothing to do with me / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / I’ve had this in my head so long and I’m not really sure this is the pay off but... here we are!

Premise: Ralph Anderson has a lot on his mind and that list is only going to get bigger. He’s not one for believing in confluence - it’s up to Yune to remind him sometimes things do just work out...  

Words: 4517

Warnings: ....Insulin warning? For a buncha reasons. I mean I know you guys know what’s coming but reader doesn’t! / Swearing

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I learned how to write it When I first started school Some bully didn't like it, He said it didn't sound too cool So I had to hit him And all I said when the blood came It's my last name Daddy always told me far back as I recall Son, you're part of somethin', You represent us all So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came It's my last name Passed down from generations Too far back to trace I can see all my relations When I look into my face May never make it famous But I'll never bring it shame It's my last name So darlin' if you're wonderin' Why I've got you here tonight I want to be your husband, I want you to be my wife I ain't got much to give you But what I've got means everything It's my last name Oh, it's my last name

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Whenever Ralph used to be woken up in the middle of the night it was usually a call. The kind where he would groan and for all of 10 seconds - whilst glancing bleary-eyed at the clock flashing some ungodly hour of the morning - wish that he wasn’t a man of the law. It still happened occasionally these days, but a little less and less; people seemed more respectful of his situation now and wouldn’t call him unless absolutely necessary. Or unless the scene really needed both of you on it, and right away. Instead Ralph was woken by the tugging of sheets. You were still fast asleep, and he wasn’t surprised; the case you’d been working on meant putting in the late hours. He was at least glad you’d hauled Yune onto it with you, even though as your partner (in every capacity) Ralph felt a little guilty about it. You kept telling him not to be silly, he had bigger things to focus on right now. But he couldn’t help it, and he always thought ‘bigger than this case, though?’ As he sat up to figure out what was going on, Ralph came face to face with your adopted daughter Renée. “Oh, oh, Renée, sweetheart, what’s wrong are you okay? Honey?” Although also half asleep she was currently crying and whimpering and Ralph was immediately alert and concerned, “Oh, honey… honey it’s okay… what happened?” He wound his arms around her and hoisted her up into bed, and she kept crying, burying her face in his soft sleep shirt, “Daddy… don’t let the monsters get me, daddy…” “Shhh… Shhh… It’s okay, sweetheart it was a bad dream… I promise it’s just a dream.” It better have been, because if anything like that shapeshifter ever came for the people he loved again Ralph Anderson would give it more than just hell. But Ralph couldn’t help but be a little flustered. She had never, not in all the time you’d been together, nor in the joint decision for him to move into your house, called him ‘daddy’ before. Not even on accident. ‘Ralphie’ was as close as he got to a cute nickname - although he despised it from anyone that wasn’t her. He couldn’t help but be overcome with joy as he wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back, nor that it spilled to his heart, now beating faster. Ralph had wanted to hear it from Renée for a long time, he certainly wouldn’t deny that. But he wouldn’t force it out of her until she was ready - he was just a little concerned that it had come to her after bad dreams… Ralph’s eyes flicked to you, luckily still fast asleep, he didn’t want to worry you with this if he didn’t have to. Kissing her forehead gently he was glad to see that she wasn’t crying anymore, but she was still holding him so tight and whimpering every so often. “It’s okay, Renée… they won’t get you I promise. I’m here…” That only caused her to hold him tighter, mumbling into his shirt, “Can I stay with you and mommy?” Ralph chuckled gently, another spike to his heartrate that he knew was ending with a stupid grin, he wiped it off to be appropriately concerned, “Of course you can… C’mere, we’ll protect you…” She snuggled in the sheets between you, and Ralph put his arm around both of you, feeling your body move under his touch and your subconscious hum of content. “Goodnight Renée…” He mumbled, hoping he’d be able to settle back to sleep easily. “Goodnight, Daddy…” She already sounded like she was drifting. Ralph smiled again before kicking himself. Don’t get ahead of yourself… she’ll forget by tomorrow morning...

***

He was standing in the kitchen with his what felt like his fourth cup of coffee when you returned from dropping her at school. “You best be careful with those today… what with your Captain’s interview!” You chided, pouring what was left into a cup of your own, before kissing his cheek. Ralph’s smile came off as more of a grimace, “I’ll need all the help I can get.” You shook your head at him, leaning against the counter, “Come on. Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll ace it.” He shook his head, “No.” You sighed, taking his hand and tugging him to you, forcing his eyes to look at yours, “Ralph Anderson, I’ll tell you good luck if that’s what you really want, but you don’t need it.” He laced his fingers with yours, “It’s only contention, Y/N. It’s not a dead cert.” You raised an eyebrow, kissing his knuckles, “Nope. You’ll get it.” Ralph’s eyes flicked back to the garden and he chewed the inside of his lip frowning, you tried searching his face for any clue as to what was on his mind besides the interview. But this detective had you stumped. “What’s wrong?” “Renée called me daddy last night.” You froze, and not only because that was so out of the blue, you knew what that meant to him. How many times you’d teased him about the moment it would finally happen. Now she’d done it, but it wasn’t the FIRST thing he’d said this morning?! “And you weren’t gonna tell me-!?! Ralph, that’s-! That’s so good!” Ralph squinted at nothing in particular, “Look, she… she was half asleep. I don’t think she’s gonna remember it.” “Does that matter? You do.” You pushed yourself up on your toes to turn his face back to yours and you smiled, “Babe… tell me how you felt. Right now, tell me how you felt.” “Like when you first told me you loved me.” You scoffed, but Ralph continued, “My heart kinda… went on overdrive. I know I was grinning like an idiot. Just… overjoyed. I guess, but Y/N she won-” You pulled him to your lips to stop him from getting negative, “Channel it. That feeling and that positivity. Into your interview.” “Y-Yeah okay.” Ralph sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get away with it, and then couldn’t help but smile, “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you. But it was bad dreams, I didn’t wanna worry you.” “Ah, I did wonder why she woke up in our bed.” You kissed him again, “I gotta go, daddy, but I’ll see you after your interview.” Ralph hesitated in your arms at your repeated phrase; “...I’ll need 20 drinks at this rate.” You laughed, but the fact that he was now blushing didn’t escape your notice, “Me too!” “How’s it all going-?” “Oh no.” You shook your head, “Interview first, case later. I got some more interviewing of my own to do!” You turned to him at the door with a smile, and blew him a kiss, “Later, Mr. Anderson.”  

***  

Flint City PD needed a new Captain. This rumour of retirement had been circulating a while with absolutely no weight to it. But earlier this month the Captain had announced that this time, those rumours were true and he would be retiring in a few months’ time - interviews starting imminently. Ralph hadn’t needed any encouragement to sign up, he knew he was getting to the age where he ought to be thinking of desk work as the main part of his job. Also, how often did the opportunity come up? You’d had one simple chat with him about it, that one where he tried to convince himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t apply, and you told him to shut up and go for it. So Ralph had, and his interview was today. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the precinct to apply for it, and he knew that there were applications coming in from outside Flint City - heck he’d seen a bunch of ‘em walk in to be interviewed. (Always with you and Yune looking at them and throwing comments around that Ralph thought were supposed to help encourage him, but wasn’t always entirely sure) But from what he’d gathered, most of the FCPD wanted it to be him that got the position. Ralph was - obviously - humbled, but he wasn’t one for counting his chickens.

As his interview approached, he’d broached the conversation more seriously with you. Right now you were his detective partner. There wasn’t a lot of conflict of interest there, because you always worked cases together.   But if he was the Captain, and you were a detective under him, he could see why that would cause an issue. You’d moved to Flint City PD to further your own career, and Ralph didn’t want to put a halt on that just because he was the Captain of the department. And Ralph liked working cases with you - aside from you actually being his girlfriend - so there was that element that might disappear too. And he wasn’t sure he wanted that: “So, if I do get it - theoretically - I’ll have to promote you into a senior role. Otherwise you’re a ‘junior’ detective working cases that someone of my current role should be doing. Or I can just put you in my role… But then, do I pull someone else in? Y/N, I want to partner with you still. Would that be okay?” You raised your eyebrow and played into his ‘theoretical’ world: “You’re the Captain.” “Yeah, but conflict of interest.” You frowned, considering it, “Well, no-one has exactly said anything before now. But I see when you’d be in a position of authority over me why it’d cause trouble.” You shrugged, “See what the general consensus is; at work, with the people of Flint City. The DA’s office.” The legal side was very important. You couldn’t risk cases getting thrown out. “I don’t give a damn if the DA’s office cares-!” With that jokey tone - and the inference of your friendship with Samuels behind it - Ralph leant across and kissed you, “Good idea, Ms. S.S. Andersson.” You smiled, but shook your head at his nickname, he was always after that double-S. “I do have them, occasionally!”  

**  

Ralph knew that he wouldn’t get the peace and quiet he really required to prepare, when he rolled into the parking lot and Yune was standing outside the precinct doors, arms folded. ‘Just perfect.’ He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair - really Ralph wasn’t sure why he was panicking so much about the interview; he knew enough that was fairly certain. Maybe he wanted it too much… maybe - with the consequences of your relationship - he didn’t want it enough. He chewed on his lip, sitting in silence for a minute. You were likely right about him being a dead cert, but Ralph was not about to bet on it until that paper arrived on his desk officially.

Yune came strolling over the second Ralph opened his car door; “How you feelin’?” “Honestly, pretty terrible. I’ve had more cups of coffee this morning than I can count. I haven’t had a real interview in years. I don’t even know what I’m expecting in there. Usually I’m the one asking questions.” “Well don’t act like a suspect and you’ll be fine!” Yune chuckled, but the quirk of Ralph’s eyebrow told him that wasn’t helpful, so Yune jogged his arm instead as they walked towards the precinct, “Man you got this in the bag!” “Look, can I just have the interview first-? Speaking of, I thought you were helping Y/N today?!” Yune shrugged, “I offered to get everyone coffee.” “So you could stand outside and wait for me?” Ralph pushed open the door, turning to his friend, “A little. But while she’s in there I can talk to you!” Ralph’s smile was a little crooked as he opened your office door, “About what?” Although he knew full well where this conversation was going. “C’mon man! About what!”  Ralph threw his jacket over the back of his chair and booted up his computer. His interview notes were still on top of his desk where he’d left them yesterday; you had little cue cards you’d been asking him questions from and he’d been able to answer with a confident smile on the drive home. Maybe he just had to pretend the Captain was you - Ralph had second thoughts on that helping. “Can I just get through today before you get onto me about any of that.” “Geez, what are you so worried about today for?!” Ralph bit his lips together and again blurted it, “Renée called me daddy last night and I- I just… I dunno what I do with that.” Yune’s eyes immediately widened, “Holy shit-” “Don’t get ahead of yourself. It was after a bad dream, she wasn’t properly awake-” Ralph waved his hands towards the floor to calm Yune down, but it didn’t work. “-This is all falling into place! Especially when you’re thinking of…!” Yune’s face lit up, “HA!” Ralph shook his head, “Geez, but it’s all a little too convenient right? Like it’s all just happening a little too… at the same time.” Yune let out a frustrated sigh, making sure the door behind him was closed, “For fuck sake Ralph, just propose to the girl already, you’re killing me here-!!” Ralph looked panicked for a second as he waved his hands once more and pressed his finger to his lips to shut Yune up, looking pretty stern, “Shush!” “She loves you, her kid loves you, you’re gonna get this Captain’s job. It’s all gonna work out. Sometimes things just work Ralph. I know you’re not a big believer… even when you know there’s other forces at work out there.” “...Things don’t just work… there’s gotta be reasons!” “Yeah, I just gave you three, they aren’t connected, they’re just happening at the same time. Stop looking for trouble where there isn’t any.” Yune crossed the room and shook his friend’s shoulders, “Cheer up! Ace this interview!” Then he chuckled, “Now I’m gonna go get coffee before Y/N kills me.” Ralph couldn’t help but chuckle back, “Yeah. I would, and I won’t be stopping her!” “Aw,” Yune feigned hurt as he walked back through the door, “now that’s unfair-! After all my support!?”

Ralph sat back at his desk, finding himself needing to take an even bigger deep breath and wishing Yune hadn’t brought up the proposal. It had been a tentative idea thrown out there the last time the two of them had after work drinks, and Yune had immediately leapt on it. He liked asking if Ralph had thought about what he was going to say, and where, and how, and if he’d got a ring yet. And although Ralph was serious, and he knew in the back of his head such a proposal was imminent, he didn’t know anything beyond the fact he was going to do it. He placed a hand to his forehead and groaned, turning back to his notes - this was priority one, everyone was right. Once Ralph knew what his future was going to hold, he could start thinking about what his future with you would look like - and exactly how he’d change that last name of yours.  

***  

Anderson and Andersson had been a running joke between nearly the whole damn city since you’d arrived here. Yune had refused to tell Ralph your name until the Captain had introduced you. And you’d had to on the spot explain to a surprised looking Ralph that ‘mine is spelt with a double-S’ - hence his sometime-nickname for you. With Yune standing by trying his very best to hold in his laughter with a poker face. How you had to introduce yourselves as “Detective Anderson & Andersson” and everyone got that look on their face. And how you started adding the quip of “Yes, we’re partners.” when you’d started dating. But people started to think that you were already married - and then began the process of explaining the spelling, to every person in Flint City who gave the same little amused smile.

When Ralph had started to joke with you about the possibility of getting married, he’d always said something along the lines of; ‘We need to get rid of that extra S - shouldn’t be too hard!’ You’d never really known - or particularly cared - if he was serious or not. You never seemed to be fishing for marriage, the only time you’d brought it up semi-seriously was when you’d had a tentative conversation of having kids of yours own, your comment being ‘At least change my last name first-!’ Your main concern really was his influence on Renée’s life - and you didn’t need to be married for that to continue the way it was going. She didn’t need to refer to Ralph as her father, but he was certainly a father figure for her. Although ever since that night he’d wanted her to say it again, accidentally, or maybe again in a half-asleep state; it hadn’t happened. And you’d watched Ralph try not to look disappointed, or try not to look like he was wishing for it so hard… You both knew it would take her time, but it looked like it was killing him.

He got the Captaincy easily enough, it was barely even an interview; basic competency questions before what felt much more like a chat. Although Ralph was very cautious of slip ups even then. Of course the Frankie Peterson case was brought up, and all Ralph really had to say was that lessons were learned, no-one was perfect, Terry was done right by in the end. We got the guy - though for obvious reasons he didn’t add that. Ralph was fully prepared to admit to mistakes, but thought the rest of his career would speak for itself. And it clearly did. Basically the whole precinct had been called together when it was announced and had a party for him. (Your little family and his closest friends had a more relaxed and intimate dinner together afterwards, where Ralph let himself go a little bit). Ralph was very humble about accepting it, and careful about his transition period. Especially when it came to you, everyone seemed alright with things as they stood - they had watched you both for several years as partners and how the relationship had played out there. It was all very ‘let’s see how it goes’ - and Ralph would take any complaints or comments about professionalism, favouritism or conflicts of interest very seriously. He had sent a general enquiry to the head of county police, but hadn’t heard anything back yet. Ralph just didn’t want to have to move you somewhere when you were so settled. You joked about going to the DA’s office, but that didn’t go down well - for obvious Bill Samuels related reasons, but also because Ralph thought that might make things even worse. You only ever rolled your eyes at him, “For the millionth time I’m not gonna run off with the guy-! He’s a very good friend.” “I thought he was your best friend.” “Ralph Anderson.” You smiled gently, brushing your lips to his, as if he didn’t know. “You have gotta be out of your mind.” Of course, once the position was in hand, there was barely a day that went by that Yune didn’t give him a look of significance. Ralph quite often had to kick him under the desk or strategically hit him with a folder. ‘Now isn’t the right time.’ ‘No, now is perfect! Don’t tell me you’re scared!?’ ‘I’m not scared-!’ ‘Good, cuz you faced off against a shapeshifting thing in a Texas cave, you can propose to your partner.’ Ralph’s laugh was choked, ‘How is this less scary than that-!?’

Ralph was a little scared of getting down on one knee. He had no plan. No game play. Heck he didn’t even think he knew your ring size - some detective he was! - and Ralph didn’t think he had the skill to enquire nonchalantly, or steal one from your jewellery box to get measured somewhere without you noticing.  And he wanted it to be a surprise for you - another reason why Ralph wanted Yune to keep his damn mouth shut. Either you were bound to overhear, or gossip would get it back to you. But it was his last name. Would you want to change yours? It might have been one letter, sure but… you’d still be taking his name. You’d often said of his last name that it was ‘lazy’ when he told you yours was spelled wrong: ‘Somewhere along the line someone got lazy and decided they couldn’t be doing with that second S.’ ‘Why can’t yours be spelled wrong!?’ ‘Most popular surname in Sweden, definitely not spelt wrong.’ Then you’d look up at him; ‘Or you’re Scottish. Anders-son. Son of Anders. Vs… I think yours is Andrew. With that missing S.’ He’d quirked his eyebrow ‘Something wrong with that-!?’ ‘No.’ Though you gave him a teasing little smirk as you’d mused on it for a minute, ‘I’m still going for that lazy angle!’ Not that Ralph thought that would factor any into your decision to marry him, but it was a conversation that kept flooding his brain as he got more and more anxious about asking you. 

Then, suddenly, the perfect idea came to him…

***  

You’d had another day visiting smaller ‘crime scenes’ and filing legal paperwork. Overjoyed when Bill kept congratulating you on being the only one who actually did half this stuff yourself. “One of a kind, Y/N, I tell ya!” “Anything for my favourite DA, of course.” “Which is why we gotta work against those idiots in the PD, right?” “Team work!” You grinned, “Although one is about to be the permanent Captain.” “Ah yeah, well, I’m still the DA. So, if he gives you trouble-!” Although Bill’s smile was warm - Ralph and he had their differences in the work place, but would certainly consider each other friends out of it. You laughed, “Oh, I’ll be right over!” Now you were back at the precinct and pretty buzzy with good energy. All your work was done for the day, and there was nothing too strenuous to pick up from the crimes either.

Your new Captain was standing outside, hands on his hips and smile on his face. You stopped in the grass and tilted your head at him. Ralph looked so happy, but also a little shy about it. You wondered what was up. But couldn’t help but think how lovely it was to see him looking like this. “Captain.” You grinned as he crossed to you, “You need me for something?” “Well I have been waiting for you.” “Oh, not long I hope?” “Well, I mean, I guess I’ve been waiting a while but… better now than never.” “What is?” Ralph reached into his jacket pocket and held out a little booklet for you. It looked like a detective badge, although you wore your own on your belt you always liked the ID booklet ones. Maybe you’d start using one more if this was a new one. You knew that your own promotion was imminent, in line with his own. “It’s about time you started spelling your last name right.” That smile on his face was gorgeous, and yet altogether quite indescribable and you couldn’t help but smile back.

A little confused at first, you took it from him delicately, opening it up. At first you noticed the title at the top. Quite correct: you’d been bumped up a rank; that didn’t surprise you, Ralph already had discussed with you that was something he would do if he got the Captain’s position. Then you scanned the rest of the document and paused. 

‘Y/N Anderson’. You stared at the name for a good few seconds, even though you knew exactly what this was. Your small smile ended up stretching across your cheeks and you could feel your blush rise as you looked back up at him again slowly. Ralph looked like he was trying to fight a smile until he had the answer, although how he could think he’d even need one was really beyond you. “Yes.” “Yes?” Somehow he looked surprised, even at the confidence in your voice. “YES!” You threw your arms around him, perfectly aware that you’d just shrieked it and you were about to start crying. “God, I love you SO much Ralph Anderson!” Ralph held you close with a laugh, “I mean I don’t have a ring; we’ll have to go shopping. but I-” “Are you kidding!?” You pulled back for a second looking back at your new badge, that wasn’t something you cared about right now, “What were you going for, most original proposal ever!?” “I mean I can get down on one knee and actually ask the question, if you want me to. Heck maybe I should I just--” You shook your head and wiped your eyes, “Just ask me. If you want to ask, you don’t need to. This is… perfect.” Ralph chuckled again, and took a deep breath, “Y/N, will you please let me take that damn ‘S’ out of your last name?” You couldn’t help but cackle, thinking that he might just ask you straight, “You may!” “So you’ll marry me?” He grinned, and instead of answering you pulled him into a kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck as Ralph pulled your body closer to his. He would change her name too, that significance was not lost on you. If he was your husband, he would be Renée’s step-dad… and maybe he’d get called it regularly. Time would surely tell if Ralph Anderson would get his unspoken wish.

Your making-out in the parking lot had not gone unnoticed by Ralph’s best friend, and Yune’s whistle broke you apart. “Hey! Captain! Did she say yes!?” You both looked to each other and then to him. You were still holding that little booklet in your hand and you looked from Ralph to Yune and back. Ralph’s eyes remained on his friend, grinning although he didn’t answer, arms still around you. Of course Yune knew about this, of course he was in on it. You left your very-new fiancé and sprinted across the parking lot to hug the police lieutenant, very nearly screaming: “WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!”

Ralph shook his head watching you almost drag Yune to the ground with your hug, but laughed. Oh, he knew what he was getting himself into alright. He crossed the parking lot to help his friend before he got too smothered. Day 1 of the rest of his life, and that proposal hadn’t been so bad. You had just specifically agreed to take his last name, and Ralph’s heart swelled. If he was a crier, he’d let the happy tears he could feel prickling at his eyes fall.   He guessed the jokes would have to change now… Still, he’d trade those jokes for this.

Detective Anderson & Anderson didn’t sound so bad to him, after all.

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Quarantine cookies - Timothée Chalamet

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

timothée chalamet x oc

summary: during quarantine, oc is bored and tim comes up with a way to pass the time

warnings: might take you back to those quarantine boredom moments, swearing, a suggestion of sex (for like a second, but maybe it needs a warning, idk)

a/n: i wrote this during quarantine, i was reading some tim imagines and i was like, why not? also there’s a joke about edward cullen not being pretty and i just wanna say that it’s a joke, just in case someone hates me for it

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The United States of America have been in quarantine for five days and I’m already bored out of my mind.

I’ve done it all! I’ve made puzzles, I’ve binge watched the whole child section and family sections on Netflix, I’ve had a Harry Potter marathon, I’ve re-read like ten books… I can’t find anything else that I want to do in this apartment.

[...]

“Ugh!” I sigh dragging the word as I flop on the sofa “This is so boring!” once again, I drag the last word, just to make sure whoever can hear me feels my agony.

And I know for a fact that someone can hear me, because they live with me and have no option but to bear with me and my cranky self for as long as this social isolation lasts.

I hear his laugh and seconds later I see his figure get out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Are you bored?” Timothée mocks, looking at me from his spot in the side of the couch.

I glare at the sight of his smirk. Unfortunately, him being upside down doesn’t hide it, and it can be so annoying when I’m not in the mood and he’s just making fun of me. When my glare just makes his smirk bigger I change my expression into a pout.

“Yes” I sigh, bring my arms up and letting them fall for emphasis “There’s nothing else to do in here!”

Timothée lifts my head up and sits down, placing it on his lap. He still has that stupid smirk on.

“Poor, poor Iris. What ever will she do?” he asks dramatically. A mischievous grin replaces his smirk and he looks down at me again “You could always do me” he winks.

I look at him with an unamused expression.

“You’re not funny Chalamet. There’s gotta be something for us to do! We’re only five days into this imprisoning, I can’t possibly have run out of things to do”

“You could always keep watching TV, there’s something new every hour” he suggests “Or you could find some tutorial in YouTube and try to do your make-up, you like that”

I think about it, furrowing my brows as if it were a very important decision. My boyfriend’s fingers found their way to my hair, and started playing with it, making my body relax almost instantly.

“I’m not in the mood for that, maybe tomorrow” I close my eyes, humming as I smile in delight. Damn, this massage feels amazing.

I feel Tim chuckle lightly at my actions, his chest vibrating beside me, making my smile grow bigger.

“Well, we have all the time in the world, so-” I bolt up, scaring him.

“Spy Kids: All the Time in the World! I’m adding that to the list of movies to watch. Good call, babe” I pat his arm as a reward. He just looks at me dumfounded and blinks “Sorry, I interrupted you. What were you saying?” I lay back down and put his hand back on my head. It takes him a second, but he shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a smile.

“How about… we cook something? Oooh, we can bake cookies!”

“Yeah, we can do that… But first let’s stay like this for a bit, mkay?” I sigh in content again, turning on my side so I can wrap my arms around his torso and hide my face in his belly.

Instead of letting me stay like that, he picks me up, ignoring my protests. And just when I think he’s going to make me bake cookies with him, he walks to our bedroom and lays us both on the bed. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, then he moves his other hand to my head and goes back to playing with my hair. I nuzzle my head on his chest and close my eyes, letting myself drift off.

[...]

When I wake up, it’s been three hours since Timothée carried me to bed. I smile softly, still holding onto him, and look up to see his face. His eyes are closed, but I know he’s awake. His career is acting, and yet he has never been able to fool me into thinking he’s sleeping. He says it’s because it’s me. Whenever he tries to make it seem like he’s doing it, a smile slowly creeps to his face and he always ends up laughing.

Like right now, his nostrils are getting bigger, the corners of his lips are twitching upwards and I can already tell that in five seconds he’s gonna burst out a breathy laugh.

“C’mon Tim, just laugh already” and he does. And his laugh makes me smile and join in.

“I don’t know why, I just laugh. It’s your fault, y’know?” he said when he calmed down. I let out another laugh and shake my head at him, leaning in to kiss his lips “Can we make cookies now?” his excitement is similar to a child’s.

“Have you slept at all? Or you’ve been too occupied thinking about the cookies?”

“For your information,” he says in a matter of fact tone “I have slept. I woke up fifteen minutes ago”

“And you’ve been watching me sleep?”

“Pretty much”

“What a creep. Are you trying to out win Edward Cullen or something? I mean, you’re pale baby, but not that pale” Tim rolls his eyes at my stupidity.

“I am more handsome that that bloodsucker”

“A lot of people are. Don’t think you’re special, honey” I pat his cheek and he pouts.

He pecks my lips and gets up, taking all my warmth with him. I sigh before following him. He’s taken out apron that his mother gave us and he’s put it on. The apron is bright pink and say “Kiss the Chef” on it in white. He looks at me and puckers his lips.

“Kiss the Chef!” he exclaims, and I laugh walking over to do so.

“Ok, Chef Chalamet, how do we make these cookies?”

“First, we take out the ingredients” he claps his hands, giggling in excitement “You take out the butter, eggs and flour, I’ll get the rest” I turn around to get to the fridge and get the eggs and butter out, then to the cupboards.

When I turn around, Tim has his back to me and seems to be occupied doing something. I silently walk over to him and stand on my tip toes to see what he’s hiding.

“Are those chocolate chips?!” I exclaim, so loudly that he jumps around. He has chocolate on the corner of his lips “And you’re eating them without me?!” I point at him accusingly.

He shakes his head, looking like a kid that was just caught with chocolate all over his mouth. When he realizes how stupid he looks, he swallows whatever is left in his mouth.

“Uh… no?”

“Good try. Gimme that” I snatch them from him. I take a fistful and throw it in my mouth “Now, don’t take anymore. We need them” I manage to say while munching.

“Right” he narrows his eyes “Okay, let’s start. We’ve been saying that for five minutes and we still haven’t done anything”

I leave the stance to go find my phone. If we’re doing this we need music, and I’ve been wanting to listen to soundtracks. I get my phone from the coffee table in the living room and turn on the Bluetooth to connect it to the speaker. She’s So Gone from the old Disney Channel movie, Lemonade Mouth comes on, and I smile.

“Now we can start” I say, looking over at my boyfriend, that just chuckles and shakes his head, curls bouncing around. We both know I’ll spend more time singing and dancing than helping with the cooking thing.

I can’t sing, my voice is not pretty, and my dancing isn’t the best either, but hey, at least I have fun. I mix the ingredients in the bowl jumping slightly on my feet, singing to the lyrics. When the chorus comes around, I take the whisk and use it as a microphone, making a whole scene right then and there.

“She’s so goooooneee awaaaaay” I sing to Timothée “Liiiike hiiiistooryyyyy… Sing with me Timmy!”

But he doesn’t, he just bobs his head to the rhythm, tapping his foot. He laughs at my dance moves, like he always does, but I don’t care. Music puts me in a good mood, and this is probably the first time in five days I’m moving more than to go from the couch to bed or vice versa.

The song ends, and The Other Side comes in. I go back to mixing, bumping my hip with Tim’s and smiling brightly at him. He’s mixing his own bowl and at this rate he’ll end up mixing mine too. I’m a disaster with staying concentrated as it is, but if you play music for me… let’s just say I had this phase at high school where I was failing almost everything and later we found out it was because I kept listening to music while studying.

And just like I predicted, the boy beside me takes everything from my hands and starts doing it himself.

“Go dance in the living room” he orders “You have more space” I smirk and elbow him.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you can see me from here. It’s okay Timmy, you can say that, don’t feel embarrassed. I mean, you admitted you watch me sleep earlier” I wink at him, and he rolls his eyes “It can’t really get any creepier can it?”

“Just go!” he laughs “You’re not helping here anyways”

“Hey! I can do this and not dance!”

“Oh really?” he challenges.

“Yes, really. I’ll show you”

But just as I say that, Dancing Queen comes up, and I know I’m screwed. I’ve never been able to resist this song and luckily for me, neither has Timmy. He looks at me with his lips pursed.

“After this song” he states, before taking my hand and twirling me around singing “Having the time of your life…”

[...]

“These are amazing babe” I tell him while biting my third cookie “You really are a chef. God” I moan as I go for the fourth.

Next to me, Timothée chuckles and holds me tighter, kissing my head.

“Took a lot to make them too, you were quite distracting”

“But you had fun, and I had fun. So mission Avoid Boredom During the Day was a success! And as a plus, now we have food to last us a day or two if you stop me now”

“I am gonna stop you know, otherwise you’ll get sick and I don’t want to take care of you to avoid getting bored tomorrow”

“Gee, thanks hun”

“Anytime chérie” he winked.

[lesbian-deadpool]

We Were On A Break!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,218

Warnings: Angst, swearing, lies. I think that p much it, yeah.

Request: For my 3,333 Followers Celebration.

Summary: Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

A/N: 67 and 49 with Natasha Romanoff x female reader please :) x + (Also for the 67 and 49 Natasha prompt can it be angsty please?) thank you!

Congrats on the followers babe!!! Could you do 16 and 67 for Nat x reader with angst but a happy/happyish ending?

I decided to write these two requests together bc they were v similar. Hope you don’t mind! :)

So, this is my first time actually writing (mostly) angst, so idk how good it is.

(Not my GIF)

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“Y’know, sometimes I think you don’t even want to be with me.”

“Sometimes I don’t want to be with you,” Natasha spat, “Has that ever crossed your mind?”

“All the fucking time,” you utter.

Natasha scoffs at your words, shaking her head in disdain.

“Do you love me? Huh, do you even fucking love me anymore?! Have you ever?!” You can’t remember the last time you were this angry. Pacing up and down the length of the couch. Your knuckles white from how hard you clenched them by your sides, eyebrows furrowed, and a sneer upon your lip.

“Of course I did,” Natasha said offhandedly.

You stopped abruptly in your pacing. Turning your head to Natasha, unable to move your body right now. Out of shock? Anger? You didn’t know.

“’Did’?” you bit, finally turning your body around to face her, “You don’t love me anymore?”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Natasha pointed at you.

“Oh, no. I really think ya did!”

“Y/N, will you stop being so- So-”

“So what?”

“So, fucking, stupid! Of course I love you! If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be with you,” Natasha spat.

“Really?”

“Yes?” Natasha said, confused at what you were getting at.

“Yeah? Then why don’t you fucking act like it?!”

“Oh, not this, again!”

“Yes, this again!” you raged, stalking up to Natasha until you were only a few inches from her, “You’re never here! And when you are, you don’t act like it! Always on your phone, talking to anyone but me! And then when you actually give me the time of day, all we do is fight-”

“And whose fault is that?!” Natasha screamed at you, trying to place the blame on you.

“Yours, because you start them!”

Natasha hotly blew air from her mouth at this, shaking her head, not once looking you in the eyes.

“See, you’re not even looking at me. That’s how I fucking know I’m right.”

“Oh my, God!” Natasha roared, her hands locking into claws in front of her, out of pure frustration.

“What? Natasha, what?” you asked, watching her back, as she stepped away from you, “Will you just talk to me?”

“And say what, Y/N?!”

“How you’re feeling! What you want from me! Anything, except being this closed book, all the God damn time!”

“You wanna know what I want from you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“No, no, no. I’ll tell you what I need from you-”

“Yes, please! Tell me what we can do to make this-” You gestured between the two of you. “-Work.”

“I need a break.”

Okay, yeah. Ouch. Ouch, that hurt.

Your face dropped at her words, along with your heart, and shoulders.

“Natasha...”

“No, Y/N. I just. I just. I can’t deal with it anymore?”

“What? With me?” you choked out.

“No, with the fighting, and with work, and with everything else!” Natasha stressed out. Her hand raised up to her hair. “I’m just so tired, Y/N. And I need a break. And I think you do, too. We need to find ourselves again-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Natasha. I don’t need to find myself, I already know who I am. And you know who you are. So, how about you drop all these bullshit excuses, and tell me the real reason.”

“That is the real re-”

“And don’t you dare try and lie to me,” you cut her off again, “I know you, Natasha. You can’t lie to me, I’ll know. Just like I did with the ‘we need to find ourselves again’ shit! So, tell me the truth.”

Natasha shook her head, looking away from you with tears welling up in her eyes. Which you spotted right away. Your mind automatically thinking the worse.

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What?!” Natasha snapped to you, face shocked, “Y/N, why would you think that?”

“Well, what else am I supposed to think?!”

“That I wouldn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“Then tell me the truth!” Grabbing Natasha by her shoulders, you begged, “Please, just tell me.”

“I have a mission,” she whispered.

“And?”

“That’s why I’ve been acting like this for the past few weeks.”

“Why? What’s so bad about you having a mission, that you would do this Natasha-! Saying that you need a break!”

You were away from her again. A different type of betrail flowing through your veins, as you eyed the red-head down.

“Because,” Natasha paused, unable to finish, as she was close to tears.

“Because?” you pressed.

“Because it’s no contact and I don’t know when it will end.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Natasha whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks now. The thought of leaving you, like having the worst taste in the back of her mouth. Or maybe that was just her tears, making her throat bob up and down. Because leaving you will be the worst thing she will ever have to do in her life.

“It could be three weeks. Ten months. Or five years. That’s why I tried to push you away. Breaking up with you would have been too hard, so I asked for a break, hoping you would just break up with me instead. But, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I knew you were here waiting for me. Not knowing when- Or if, I was coming home,” she explained sadly.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, slowly walking towards her.

“And a coward.”

“I don’t think you’re a coward.” You tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Letting your hands trail back to the top of her arms, rubbing smooth circles into them with your thumbs. “Just an idiot.”

Natasha chuckled wetly at you, with her head bowed to the floor.

“Hey, look at me.”

She did with the gentle help of your thumb and finger.

“I’m not going anywhere-”

“Y/N, you can’t-”

“Natasha when are you gonna get it through your head? You’re it for me. Even if you’re gone for five, ten, fucking fifteen years! I will wait for you because you’re it for me. You’re the love of my life.”

Before she could speak, -Probably to try and convince you that you should break up and that she didn’t deserve you waiting for her, or her secret fear that you would grow to despise her for making you wait so long- you pressed your lips together. Finally making her realise that you weren't going anywhere, and there was nothing she could do to stop you. Not that she wanted too, anymore.

Natasha left two weeks later.

And you waited.

No contact with Natasha was hard. But you trusted her, you knew she was doing everything in her power to make this mission go as fast as possible.

The first year was slow. Luckily not as slow as the first few months.

The second-year was slightly faster.

By the time the fourth-year had rolled around, it seemed as if time was going fast again. Just like it would when she was her.

The only things that never changed were, the way you felt for the read-head, missing her every second of the day and the hope that you would see her again soon.

One day, you thought.

One day you would hold her in your arms again.

But until then. You would dream of her.

[sporkst]

Something more

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count : 3.3k

Warnings : Fluff

Summary : You and Peter planned to go to the craft store to get supplies but you didn’t plan to leave with a tense feeling between you two.

(GIF not mine, credits to owner for their work)

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“See, that is why we should go to my classic lakehouse. Everyone here would clearly enjo-”

“How many times do I have to tell you Steven. We are going to my beach house.”

Everyone in the room just froze still as their eyes flickered back and forward between Tony and Steve in their “heated” argument about where the team should go for their first out of three summer vacations. They also had the same thought in their heads “Who cares?”

In the midst of their quarreling, Peter raised his hand with caution, as if he would be targeted next.

“So what if you have fish in your lake? The ocean has plenty of fish… Yes, Peter?” “Uhm, when is this happening?”

The two men in front of everyone had just come to a realization : they just spent the last twenty minutes arguing only in regards to the venue. Nothing else. “Oh. We should focus on that since that seems like something we could actually make progress with.” “Agreed.” The two said.

“Well, I guess next week Wednesday should be good.” Peter was about to raise his hand again when you patted him on his shoulder to call his attention. He lowered his hand and also lowered his ear to you. “It’s okay, we can just go to the mall ahead of time to buy our stuff.” Peter looked at you before nodding in response. You and Peter had planned that day to get materials for your good friend, Ned’s ,birthday gift. Seeing as their vacation was a mild threat to your plans, you two decided to just work with it rather than starting from square one.

With that said, more people started to talk and give their inputs about the event, some laughs and stares occasionally going around. At last, the meeting has concluded. Everyone had a firm  grasp of what was happening, except for the venue. Tony and Steve were still going to debate about that through rough sex or something.

You and Peter walked out together with his hands in his pockets and your hands on your phone. “So, the mall opens earlier than usual next Wednesday due to its fourth year anniversary.” You said while scrolling through Google. “Why do malls celebrate anniversaries?” “No idea, but with that said, it opens at 8am and the craft store opens at 9. Therefore we shall wake up around 7:30 to get ready before heading off.”

“Sounds like a plan.” By the time you finished talking, you had arrived at the kitchen. You put your phone in your pocket as you opened the freezer to look for a popsicle. Except when you opened the door, Peter shoved his way in between you and the icy goodness and took the last (your favorite popsicle flavor) flavored one. You just stood there, obviously offended by his lack of decency and the fact he just stole your favorite flavor, in shock before slamming the door closed and running after your partner-in-crime. Him, not wanting to die, ran away as quickly as he can. Dodging you using the furniture spreaded around the floor.

Clint and Nat, witnessing the entire scenario unfold while leaning against the counter, chuckled furiously. “Man, they are so cute together.” “They’re dating right?” “No, actually.” Nat said with evident disappointment. “How?” “None of my business. Yet.”

***

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., what time is it?”

“It is currently twenty-three minutes past 7 in the morning, Miss Y/N.”

“Alright, thanks.” You thank the AI before squirming some more in your bed and getting up. You fall back onto your bed but you catch yourself with your elbows and launch yourself back up. After a short trip around your bed, you bend over to your nightstand so you could unplug your phone from your charger and call Peter.

“Mmph. Whad’ya want?” sleepy Peter greeted.

“Get up dum dum. We have to go to the mall.”

“But I wanna sleep.”

“Now.” you said demandingly. He finally gave in and ended the call before getting into the shower. You did the same and quickly got ready. Deciding today is not a day to necessarily dress up, you just threw on a pair of light jeans, matching socks, and a sweater you “stole” from Peter. He really didn’t mind you wearing his clothes, and you didn’t mind it either. You just found them really comfy. They also smelled good, as in really good. Plus, they looked nice on you so win, win?

You went to your phone to check the time : 8:02. You chuckled at yourself for getting ready faster than normal. You wrapped up your routine and headed to Peter’s room to check on him. Eventually, you’re at his room. Knock knock. No response. Knock knock knock. Still no response. “Peter? I’m coming in.” With that said, you opened the door to his room. Thank God he gave you access to his room in case you ever wanted to pop by. Looking at the room, it seems like he had just gotten up and is still in the shower.

With the free time you had, you walked around his room, admiring the little quirks of him that he displayed through his things. That’s when you arrived at his nightstand. His phone, wallet, and earphones there with the lamp. You bend over to open his phone when you hear a door open and a voice ring out to you.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” Peter said, baffled on why on Earth would you be doing there yet at the same time, trying to seem dominant. You, clearly startled, spinned around to see your best friend shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaning against his bathroom door. To say he wasn’t even remotely attractive would be a lie, especially when he’s shirtless. You would never deny that but then, you wouldn’t even try to start a relationship with him even if he was this handsome as you were scared that all the effort you two had spent to become best friends might go down the drain because he wouldn't feel the same way. “W-what are you still doing here?” You blurted out. “I’m still getting ready because it’s really early and we don’t leave until around 8:45.” He had a point. “Alright alright, whatever.” “You still didn’t answer my question Y/N.” “Well, am I not allowed to check up on you?” “Y-you could’ve called me.” “Do you not like my company Parker?” At this point, you’re lying down on his bed, questioning him with the energy he tried to press onto you.

You chuckled when he is left speechless, trying to make up a response but to no avail. “Haha. Alright. I’ll go ahead and make us breakfast.” You said before standing and walking to his door. Before fully disappearing, you look back through his doorway to see him still in the same position. You gave him a quick smile, to which he returned before you closed the door. You kept smiling when you walk to the kitchen thinking about what a friendship you have with Peter and how it’d be a shame and a burden to you if you messed it up.

“Y’know, I still wanted to go the your lakehouse. I’m not big fan of sand.”

“Well, I guess I just gave in and let him take this month’s trip.” “I still don’t get it. If you two were so furious fighting over the destination before, why did you just—? Woah, Y/N. Looks like someone’s having a good morning.”

You walk in the kitchen, still smiling at your encounter, to see Nat and Steve talking. They see you smiling so they obviously question you about it. “What do you mean? What’s out of the ordinary?” “We can see you smiling like a preschooler. Tell us, what happened this morning.” Steve presses the topic onto you whilst adjusting his posture against the counter. “Fine. I guess I have time to talk with my uncle and aunt.” You gave in, whilst you plopped bread into the toaster. “Don’t call us that, sweetie.” “Right, sorry.”

You started to explain what happened a few minutes back at Peter’s room whilst you prepare scrambled eggs for you and Peter. “And, he wasn’t answering so I just entered his room and snooped around a bit when he just came out of the shower. And not to say he isn’t attractive when he really is would be a lie.” You pretty much laid down your thoughts as Steve helped you to beat the eggs whilst Nat just watched you explain. “Sounds like you’re pretty into him, Y/N.” Steve blatantly said. “I mean, I am but I don’t want to ruin whatever we already have right now when I admit my feelings for him and get rejected or when our relationship doesn’t work out.”

“Personally, I’m not very good at love but I think you should just go for it.” Nat said as she approached you and put her hands behind your neck, giving you reassurance. “Mmhm. Plus, you never know until you try.” With their advice you felt a bit confident about admitting your feelings for him soon. Soon. “Thanks you guys. Also, please don’t tell anyone else about this. I don’t want this being a huge thing.” “Oh, don’t worry. Our lips are sealed.” Nat said as she zipped her lips shut. “Alright, these eggs are beaten and seasoned. Come on, before Spider-boy comes around”

***

Walking inside the craft store was a fever dream, smelling the fake eucalyptus and fabric. “Alright we’re looking for a globe, some chalk paint, silver spray paint, and chalk. Everything else seems like things that’d be at a beach house.” “Y/N, are you sure we’ll be able to pull off this death star?” “I mean, if you don’t screw up anything then yes.” Peter grabs a basket for you two before following you as you grab the things you need off their shelves and place them into your basket.

Everything was smooth sailing until you had to get your globe. Apparently, they placed them on a shelf that’s a bit higher for you or Peter to reach. “Well, maybe we could get someone else to reach it for us?’ You suggest before Peter quickly replies with “Or I could just” before he hands you the basket and webs a random globe and pulls it into his hand. “Yeah, we could do that instead.” You turn to face him and he puts the globe into the basket. You stare up at him with eagerness to go checkout and drive to the beach house. “So, let’s go?” He looks down at you and stares you down as well. “Y-Yeah, let’s do it.” He smiles as he examines your face up close. He admired you a lot. He thought you were funny. He thought you were pretty and it’s these moments when you were so close to him that he could truly admire your features. You seem to do the same as well. You also smile with such naiveness in your face. After a couple of seconds, Peter feels his head slowly going down to yours more. Yours follow his movements and move up to meet his in a slow yet naive kiss. He puts one of his hands behind your back and you move the basket to the side as you two take your time as your lips move in sync to each other. Bzzz.. Bzzz.. Your phone rings in your pocket before you press your freehand against his chest and gently push him away.

Peter looks down at you with embarrassment and shock on his face before turning away and placing his hands in his pockets. “Yes, hello?” You answer, also looking away. “Hey, Y/N. I’m just calling since I forgot to return your charger from last night. Do you want me to bring it to you later?” “Mhm, yes please. Thanks for remembering” “No problem sweetie. Alright, you two have fun, I’ll go ahead. See you.” “See you soon, auntie.”

After receiving a groan from the other end, your call ends and you put your phone back into your pocket and walk over to Peter, who moved to the end of the aisle. “Let’s actually go now?” You cooed. He nodded and you two checked out, exchanging no words. Even in the car, as Peter focused on the road, you focused on your phone. Normally, you would talk about anything but thanks to your stunt awhile ago, that wasn’t happening. Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, Peter pulled up at the parking space of Mr. Stark’s beach house. It was stunning, you must admit but you couldn’t bear to really admire it while still thinking of your iffy.

Peter handed you your luggage and the things you bought before walking in, still without saying anything except for you who muttered a thanks when he handed you your things. What trip so far.

***

Dinner was overall fun, minus the tension between you and Peter that Nat didn’t let go unnoticed. After helping clean up, she approached you and draped her arms over your shoulders from behind. “Hey Nat. What do you want?” “What do you mean what do I want?” You two chatted while walking to the living room. “Well, you wouldn’t be bugging me like this without a reason.” “What reason?” You leaned your head to your side to look at her, with a smile on her face. “Fine, outside.” She remarks before letting you go and turning to walk to the outdoor area. You slowly follow behind. You enter the area and close the sliding doors behind you. “Alright, what is it?” You turn and say, knowing well that she’s going to ask about you and Peter. “What do you mean ‘what is it?’. I could tell that something’s off with you and your man candy awhile ago.” Yep. You sigh, leaning against the glass door. “Well, something happened. Between.” You state, creating gestures to try to make your explanation more valid. “Wouldn’t that be a good thing? Unless it was really awkward.” She mentioned which made you look down in contemplation. “And it was the latter?” She added, to which you nodded. Feeling bad, she walked to you and pulled you in for an hug. “Do you wanna talk about it?” “No..” You muttered. “Can I give you advice?” “Sure..”

“Go. Talk. To. Him. You two need to sort this out. You may be scared but you need to get it over with. Alright?” You nodded in response. “Okay. Let’s go back inside. I heard Tony will play movies later so let’s get ready for that.”

***

The next morning, you woke up pretty early. Early enough that you had a gut feeling that you were the first person up. Wrong or right, you got up from where you slept on the sofa after the team’s movie marathon and went to the kitchen to grab a snack. Speaking of snacks, Peter happened to be sitting on a barstool next to the island with his head down. Seems like he was eating a cookie. Something in you just sparked at that moment. You knew this could be the opportunity to sort things out. “Morning, Parker.” You greeted after talking to yourself on how you would confront him. He tilted his head up to look at you but returned back to his previous state. You walked to the fridge to grab a cereal bar and then approached Peter. You got up onto a stool next to him and looked down. With a sigh you broke the silence. “Hey Pete… Wanna. Go for a walk maybe?” He peeked once again. God, how much he loved your smile. Your voice. Your attitude. Everything. “When?” He finally spoke, this time his voice is more raspy than you’re used to hearing. Sure, you’ve heard it this way before but this was beyond what you’ve ever heard from him. “How about now? How does that sound?” You said in a friendly comforting manner. It was clear in your voice that you wanted to spend time with him. “But, we’re wearing pajamas.” “So? I don’t see anything wrong with that. Do you?” God, he hated how he could never say no to you. After not much internal conflict, he gave in and got off the stool. You smiled and got off too, bringing your bar with you. You handed him his cookie which he seemed to have forgot. He took it took a bite of it and continued to walk towards the shore.

In not much time, you two ended up walking on the shore in your pj’s. The morning breeze being cold but not too cold. The sun beautifully peeking over the horizon. Everything was beautiful. You had imagined you and Peter spending time together in this setting but right now, that was out of the picture. Occasionally, you would look to your side to see Peter still in the same state he has been. What could have he been thinking? Was he hoping you’d do something? Was he thinking of what to do? So many thoughts could’ve been in his mind and normally you’d know what he’d be thinking but now, you ended up empty handed.

In the midst of your silence, you knew that if you wouldn’t do something, you would’ve been better off preparing breakfast for the team than doing this. You had to do something. “Peter.. Uhm.” You tried to make words but it was a struggle. “We should talk about what happened.. You know. Yesterday.” You felt like you were choking while trying to make words but you managed. “Y-Yes. We should.” “So, how do you wanna start this? Do you wanna, I don’t know.” You tried to get the ball rolling but failed miserably. After a good couple of seconds, Peter inhaled and paused. You kept walking for a bit before noticing he has come to a stop. You slowly turn around and he speaks “Y/N, I really really like you. So much. I just don’t know how to express it because we’re best friends. I don’t want to lose my best friend because you’re amazing, you’re beautiful, and literally everything to me and if I lose you, I wouldn't know what I’d do—” You put your hands on his cheeks and caressed them. “Peter, me too. I really like you too. I feel the same way. One hundred percent.” He smiled a smile that only came through during special occasions. The joy pumping through both of your veins is just immeasurable. Soon, he pulled you into a hug. You nested your head beside his neck as he caressed the back of your head. In no time, you two started to kiss. It wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. It was full of passion and gratefulness. You were so glad you had him in your life and he was the same way. He pulled you closer from the waist while you kept your arms wrapped around his neck. You wished it would never end but you two were still human. You needed air. Eventually, you pulled back and both of you took deep breaths before hugging again. He planted a kiss on your temple. “Alright, let’s head back. They might wonder where we are and we might have some major explaining to do.” Peter spoke to you as he pulled you away and turned both of you around so that you’d be heading back to the beach house. He placed his arm behind your neck and pulled you close. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Peter.”

“See, it’d eventually be my business.” Nat said to Clint before pulling the binoculars off her eyes. “Whatever.”

*****

A/N : I’m planning to write smut soon so if you guys wanna see how Tony convinced Steve to let the team go to the beach house then please let me know! Hope you guys enjoyed whatever this was :))

[notnaturalanahi]

Put a spell on you

Pairing: Sam x Witch!reader

Wc: 791 long drabble

Warnings: Sort of crack,  mentions of past torture (barely), mentions of sex, girl on girl and  references of future bdsm. 

- Witchsplaining: witch version of mansplaining

A/N: This is my entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache and @wi-deangirl77 Jess x 2 Halloween Challenge, my movie was Hocus Pocus, prompt bolded and gif under the cut.

I am no witch and have no knowledge of magic or its practice, this is crack.

I feel like this sucks major ass, It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and it’s been enven longer since the last time I wrote something that made me proud. So I won’t be tagging anyone

“Let’s brew another batch!”

“That’s absurd. Not practical at all!” you almost shout at the screen.

Sam pauses the movie for the fourth time in less than 10 minutes, dropping the remote between himself and you on the couch and stares at you, waiting for your ‘witchsplaining’, as Dean calls it.

“They’re gonna kill a child like every now and then just to be young. It’s like they’re wanting to get caught! There are other ways! And I assure you, none of them involve sucking a child’s life. Well… maybe two of them do.”

Sam gives you a weird look and you wave him off.

“To give you an example, look at Rowena.”

“What’s with Rowena.”

“The woman’s what, 500 years? And she looks ah-mazing. Smoking hot! I know you know that, because I saw you looking.”

No-I” Sam starts explaining himself.

“It’s fine, dude. She’s hot. Anyway, I bet you, she never even had to kill a kid… I mean, y’know, to keep her youth,” you smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” Sam’s forehead furrows as he think.

“Also.” You point at yourself and grin.

“You?”

“How old you think I really am?”

Sam thinks for a second, “I-You never really told me how old you are.”

“And I never will,” you smirk. “But honestly though…” With you hand you signal up and down your body.

“I don't know… Um, 26?”

“Almost.” You wink and take the remote and restart the movie. He stops staring at you after a moment, concentrating on the screen again. “Still, not a single kid on my record.”

You reach for the remote and press play.

“Whatever shall we do with him?” Winifred asks her sisters after Thackery calls her a hag.

“Let's barbecue and fillet him.” Mary proposes and you shake your head. “Hang him on a hook and let me play with him?” Sarah begs.

“That’s what I’ve woulda done,” you say, eyes still on the TV.

“What?” Sam asks incredulously.

“What? That was kinda like a thing back then. Like kinda my thing.” Biting your lower lip you think back, playing some good old memories in your head and you can almost hear, young Josiah Baker wails of pain.

“You really used to torture people?” Sam shifts positions to face you, a large hand lands on your knee. You look down and then up again to meet his eyes.

“Um, yeah! But not just anyone. Only those who deserved it, like criminals that used to get away with everything and I dunno, people who harmed us.”

“Us?”

“The coven.”

“Right.” He nods slowly.

“Including, a hunter here and there.”

“Hunters? Like me you mean?”

“Yes, but they were nothing like you, trust me! All we did, all I did, was to survive, you understand that? So we did what we had to. Don’t worry though, my days of torturing people are through.”

“Good to know,” Sam says gladly, nodding his head and focusing back on the movie.

“I used to know a girl who was a lot like Sarah,” you tell Sam as you remember young Annabeth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, she got the same fate, as Sarah.” You point at the screen just as Sarah Jessica Parker’s namesake character is shown with a noose around her neck.

“I’m sorry!” Sam slightly squeezes your knee.

“Yeah, me too.” She kinda had it coming though. I warned her, we all did. But once she was found elbow deep in one of the elder’s wife. And I mean sexually...”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

The movie continues and then Sam starts talking again. “Is the singing-”

“Yes!” you interrupt him. “I could enchant you with my voice if I wanted to.”

“But I’ve heard you sing a hundred times…”

“That’s because I never needed to… put a spell on  you or brother.” You bite your lips and grin. “Want me to call Dean and show you?” 

“Dean’s out for the night,” Sam answers. “And I don’t think he’d be up for it.”

“That’s the whole point. Besides he woudn’t even notice, It doesn’t need to be I Put A Spell On You, it can be Metallica,” you chuckle. Sam gives you a weird look. “Whatever.”

“Hey!” you speak again after a moment, when the scene transitions into Miss Ollin telling the story to her class. “Did you know I still have my hook collection?”

“What?”

“Wanna see it? Is in my room... Not all of them are destined for that kind of torture.”

Sam backs up from you a little in surprise, eyes going wide for a moment.

“I also have some rope and a few other items you might like. And if you promise to use it only for good, I can teach you how to sing.”

[amarellys]

Out Of Time

An Au about the reader (y/n) and Steve Roger’s both living in a different era. Y/n was born in the eighteenth century, she was to be queen when until she boarded a train that fell into the icy-cold water of the Atlantic Ocean during a vacation. Steve Roger’s on the other hand, was frozen after he crashed a plane to save millions of lives. Now years later, they’re both alive. But their family and close friends are all gone. Now they only have each other's comfort.

GIF CREDITS; @zimski-vojnik

Alone in a cornfield. 

I lay.

I stare up at the star filled sky above me.“Why am I alone?”.I said out loud. “You’re not alone y’know”. Startled I turned my head, only to see Steve. “You’re not the only person living in a different century”. Steve lays next to me. “But are you from the eighteenth century?”. I say sarcastically. Steve chuckles. “Well..no but i’m from the nineteenth century sooo I kind of have a feeling I know what you’re going through”. I laugh at his words. “Oh Stevey, nobody but else knows what it’s like. To just wake up and seem like you’re in another world”. Steve is quiet. “You’re right”. Steve says standing up, he puts his hand down at me. “What?”. “Come on, we’re going to miss Tony’s party”. Steve says. I let my hand glide onto his, his firm hand closed and was able to easily lift me up onto my feet.

Half and hour later we arrived at STARK Tower. It was pretty quiet to be exact. No signs of a party. Just pitch black. “Well this isn’t normal”. Steve says walking over to where the light switch is. 

CLICK. 

“SURPRISE!!”. 

All around us fellow hero’s of Steve’s jumped up blowing their party horns. Blue-White-Red confetti being dropped over us. 

“It’s your birthday?”. I turned to Steve who was smiling at everyone.

“AND HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!”. Tony yelled jogging over to Steve giving him one of those quick bro hugs. “Madam y/l/n”. Tony said bowing in front of me. “Oh stop it”. I said whacking Tony’s head with my clutch. “Ow! Geesh, remind me to never get on her bad side”. Tony said rubbing the back of his head walking off.

A couple hours into the party me and Steve had separated. He went off to his friends, I stayed talking to Nat, Vision, Bucky, and Wanda.

 “So I just gotta ask this but.. are you and my boy Steve a thing?”. Bucky asked finishing up his drink. “’thing’?”. I asked. “Yeah, are you guys romantic or?”. Nat said as my cheeks started to blush. Me and Steve considered ourselves something alright. But we hadn’t had The Talk since he’s always on missions.

“Umm I actually don’t have an answer for you darling”. I said as a hand touched my shoulder, I jumped a little at the cold touch. I turned around to see the blue eyes that belonged to Steve. “Hey”. “Hi”. I said still blushing. “Wanna go outside for a bit?”. Steve asked. “Sure”. I said waving goodbye to everyone before following Steve.

Once we separated ourselves from everyone I realized he was being eerily quiet. Which was not normal. Especially for Steve.

“What’s wrong?”. I said looking at him concerned.

Steve opened his mouth then closed it, a couple seconds later speaking, “I guess turning one hundred years old should be an accomplishment. But not when you were frozen more than half of those years”. Steve said facing the busy streets below us. “Oh Steve, come here”. I turned Steve around and hugged him hard.

“Listen, you are loved. You have a bunch of people here for you. You know that. I’m here. Tony’s here. The rest of your team and everyone inside is here just for you. Not because it’s your birthday. Well that too, but everyone loves and appreciates everything you have done for them”. I looked up at Steve who’s blue eyes were staring into my hazel-green eyes. “Thank you doll”. Steve said smiling. “No problem. Now let’s go back inside to Your party”. I said pulling Steve with me. But his grip tightened and he pulled me back toward him. Gasping I felt a strong-firm pair of lips on my own. My eyes widened then I realized what was happening and closing my eyes we soon became in sync.

Inside:

Everyone see’s the kiss. Nat turns to Bucky.

“I guess that answer’s your question”. Nat said smirking finishing her drink and walking away.

The End.

I have not been having a good week guys!! Like I have to speak in one of my classes tmw and i’m super anxious and i’m slowly dying. So pray for me. Also hoped you all enjoyed :))