#ralph timewasters x f!reader

[glassbxttless]

Garden Life

ralph (timewasters) x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k+

summary: A garden party you don’t want to attend suddenly becomes a lot more bearable when a pair of pretty brown eyes sets his sights on you.

warnings: None, really. It’s just a lil meet cute? Some things may not be accurate. I tried my best with google lmao

notes: I have watched way too many London dialect videos and read way too many 1920’s UK speech articles for this. Hope it reflects well 😂 this video really helped (along with some other references but yall can find those on your own lmao). Big thanks to @prettycalla for reading this over. And as always, the biggest thanks to my love, @peachyproserpina for editing!

You’re not even sure how you were even invited.

Something about a friend of a friend, or a distant aunt who once tutored the niece of an earl— one of those vague connections that seem to pop up when you’re least in the mood for small talk and tiny sandwiches. Being dragged along to listen to London’s most uptight mothers hope their daughters will find their next beau’s at these affairs.

The giggles hidden behind hands and sheltered by disapproving looks from those mothers, was enough to send even the bravest of Britain’s soldiers running. And yet here you are— weathering the storm through it all— clinging to the edges of the party like their ire won't reach you there. You’ve squeezed into a borrowed dress and hat. You’re nursing a small glass of lemonade, desperately trying not to look as out of place as you feel. The garden party is in full swing with lace-draped tables, string quartet playing, women fluttering like butterflies beneath parasols, and men laughing way too loudly over cigars and brandy. You wander the edges of it all. An outsider in a sea of people who’ve never had to count their own change.

You duck behind one of the large hedges for a moment of peace. Pretending to admire the roses when your head snaps in the direction of a large crash. One of the tables having been knocked into, teacups clattering into the grass and cracking. There’s some hushed whispers of annoyance and then a voice startles you from your reprieve.

 “Oh— oh! I’m sorry… I’m terribly sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your… your rose business.”

You turn your attention fully and find him there. Tall and gangly in a charming way, coupled by the fact that he’s dressed far too formally for someone who had just tripped over himself five seconds ago. His hair is neatly parted and slicked back into classic waves, but looks like it fights him for dominance on most days, and he’s holding a tiny half-eaten cucumber sandwich like he’s forgotten what it’s for.

He blinks at you with big brown eyes, taking in the sight in front of him, “You’re not… are you a ghost?”

You laugh, startled by the question, but not in the least bit offended. You take him in. He’s dressed in a white collared shirt, that hadn’t been buttoned all the way. His tie had long been discarded and hung untied around his neck. By the looks of him, you weren’t sure if he had a threatening bone in his body. “I beg your pardon?”

“No, I mean— I just…” He sighs and then gestures vaguely to your hat, your dress, your face, all with the same level of reverence as if you were a painting come to life. “You’re very… radiant. You look like someone who belongs in a museum… In the nice way, I mean, not the dusty way.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at the very odd compliment. 

“And you look like someone who’s had a little too much sun.”

He immediately blushes from his chest to the tips of his ears, red creeping up his neck and mixing with his sun burned skin. “Have I? That would certainly explain the prickly feeling. Or is that nerves? No— it’s sunburn. Probably. Or nerves and sunburn.”

 You’re laughing before you can truly stop yourself. He looks at you, delighted by the sound. It might genuinely be one of the best sounds he’s heard in his life. And he feels so lucky to have heard it, like he’s just won a prize he didn’t know he entered. “I’m Ralph… uh, Penbury. Ralph Penbury,” he says quickly, as if remembering to finally introduce himself. “My sister, over there, is Victoria. We’re twins, non-identical.” There’s a smile on his face as he speaks, still taken by the sound of your laugh.

You begin to introduce yourself, but he cuts in before you’re even able to mutter the first syllable, “No, don’t tell me! Let me guess. It must be something elegant, yes? You look like an Eleanor, or maybe a Vivien, or… Mildred?”

You wrinkle your nose and laugh softly. “Mildred?”

He winces at the guess that is undeniably wrong. “Alright. You don’t look like a Mildred. You look like… I’m not sure… the kind of person who reads poetry in the bath.”

“Do you often guess strangers’ bath habits?” You raise your eyebrows as you smooth out the skirt of your dress. 

“Only when those strangers make me hopelessly enamoured.”

There’s a silence after that— it’s not awkward, not really— but it’s thick with something lovely and unknown. Something you were not expecting to come from a party like this. Every time your eyes flick to him, your heartbeat quickens in the way it does during a favorite song. He’s still holding that tiny little sandwich. And neither of you are noticing the other guests anymore.

 “Well then, Ralph,” you say softly, taking a step closer to him, “what do you do when you’re not wandering about talking to women near rose bushes?”

“Oh, nothing terribly important,” he says with a shrug, waving the hand holding the sandwich dismissively. “I go to parties such as this that I don’t particularly enjoy, eat things I don’t understand, and make a great many mistakes that my sister corrects for me.”

You grin, tilting your head a bit, which makes his cheeks even rosier. “Sounds exhausting.”

“It is. Was. Until just now, it was a bit dreadful, really. But now— well, I’m having rather a marvellous time.” There’s a smile that graces his features. A curl making its way out of the slicked back waves. He offers you the rest of the cucumber sandwich in his grasp. You decline, politely. But you do end up walking together through the rose gardens, the scent of florals wafting through the air. Ralph may have even snagged a rose from a bush, holding it out to you. Your fingers brush and he smiles before continuing on. You pass the fountains, letting yourself get lost in the sound of the water falling just as you had gotten lost in Ralph’s voice. You walk past the hedgerows, longing for the next time you’ll be able to do this with him. The afternoon sun slides slowly down the sky. He talks far too much when he’s nervous, uses his hands to enunciate. You don’t mind in the slightest, not when he’s smiling that large and asking you question after question, like he’s never met anyone quite like you. You ask if he’s always this forward, and now that the sun has set you can see the way his blush darkens the apples of his cheeks at the question. The color so reminiscent of the rose he had plucked for you earlier, it very well may be the highlight of your year.

 At some point, he looks down at his shoes, clasping his hands together behind his back, and says, very quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever fancied anyone this fast. Is that mad?” You aren’t sure if you believe it, but the very words feel as if they wrap around your spine tenderly and then squeeze so tightly as they settle in your bones, you can feel them jolt down to your toes. It may be one of the best things you’ve felt in a very long time. 

“Yes,” you say softly, your fingers brushing against his sleeve. You can’t meet his eyes, opting to keep your line of sight on the path at your feet, “but I think I’m mad too.” And just like that, the party around you fades to just background noise. The clinking glasses, the string quartet, the drifting smell of freshly cut grass— all of it vanishes beneath the soft weight of this ridiculous, lightning bolt feeling blooming between you and creeping down each of your spines until it can settle deep in your bones. You don’t even realize the party’s moved indoors until Ralph glances at the sky and mutters, 

“Well, that’s terribly inconsiderate of the sun,” as if it’s wronged him by setting just as it does every evening.

The house itself is grand, in fact you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen something so passionately decorated— nor have you seen a chandelier in the foyer. Each of the floors polished so bright you can see your reflection. Each of the rooms are filled to the brim with echoing laughter. The drawing room had been cleared to make space for dancing, and couples twirl like clockwork toys to the tune of that string quartet now tucked into the corner. You brush a rose petal from your skirt and Ralph suddenly straightens beside you. “Oh,” he says softly, barely over a whisper as he watches a couple twirling in favor of the tune. “Would you— do you dance?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’ve been known to.”

“Brilliant. Marvellous. That’s… good. Because I, well, I don’t. Not really. But I’d like to. I mean, I’d like to dance with you, not just in general. I don’t want to go around dancing with everyone. Unless I’m meant to. Is that the rule? Are you— oh God, are you meant to dance with everyone at these things?”

You place your hand on his arm before he spirals any further. “I think just me will do.”

He blinks at you. Then beams when he feels your hand settling down against him. He leads you onto the makeshift dance floor with all the confidence of a man about to walk off a cliff. His hand is warm in yours, a little clammy, and he holds you as if you might vanish into smoke if he gets it wrong. He pulls you close, one hand delicately placed against your back. You’re so close now, close enough to see the spattering of freckles dusted across his sunburnt cheeks and nose. Your chin tilts up just slightly, nose brushing the skin of his jaw. He’s still warm from the sun, and he smells vaguely of the roses you’d spent so much time with this evening, mixed with something uniquely Ralph. His steps are a touch out of rhythm, but none of it matters. Not really. Not when you’re this close and enjoying each moment you spend together. You’re laughing, it’s possibly the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. And he’s staring at you like the strings are playing just for the two of you. The world feels like it slows down in a way it never does for you. Your fingers settle at his shoulder. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth and back again. There’s a flush on his cheeks that deepens every time you lean in. 

“I’m having a terrible time,” he finally speaks up and it catches you off guard.

Your heart clenches in your chest. “What?”

“A terrible time. I’m going to have to go home and lie down in a dark room and think about everything I said to you tonight. For weeks. Possibly years.”

You grin, the feeling of quiet adoration growing deep in your belly before you brush your fingers across his shoulder, fixing his collar flat gently. “Then you’d better say something worth remembering, Ralph Penbury.”

He looks down at you, his smile was replaced with something just a bit more serious now. His eyes are shining like glass in candlelight. You’ve never found it easier to get lost in someone’s eyes, than you have found getting lost in Ralph’s. They’re the deepest brown you may have ever seen, hints of gold if you were really looking. With each look, you find it harder and harder to remember your own name. 

 “You just might be the most lovely thing that’s ever happened to me… And I’ve been to Paris. Twice.” He says softly, the hand at your back gently nudging you closer to him, but not close enough to cause scandal. 

Your breath catches as he says the words, like they’re the most causal things to pass his lips. But the music keeps playing and you keep dancing, close enough to feel each other’s breaths. When the song ends, he doesn’t let go of your hand right away nor does his hand leave your back. Instead, he clears his throat awkwardly and smiles, “Would it be… unspeakably forward to ask if you’d accompany me on a walk tomorrow?”

“A walk?” you echo, dipping your chin to look up at him through your lashes, hiding a giddy smile.

“In the park. With ducks. And, uhm… ice cream, if that’s not too scandalous.”

You nod, unable to help the warmth blooming behind your ribs. “It sounds wildly improper, Ralph.”

“Wonderful,” he says. “You can pretend not to know me when I say something embarrassing.”

“Just like today?” You tease gently, although there’s no bite behind it. No real intention. 

He grins back at you, shaking his head just slightly. Those slick waves unmoved. “Exactly. Just like today.” 

He walks you to your carriage, still holding onto your hand. He’s talking about nothing and everything at the same time, like he’s never been able to talk so freely. And you’re listening to every word. Hanging off of them like those words hold the key to your happiness. The sky is a dark indigo now, and the stars have come out peppering the sky overhead like they’re watching you and Ralph too. Before you leave, he hesitates— then quickly pulls a small notebook from his coat pocket and scribbles something down. “Here,” his voice is more of a whisper than anything, and he tears off the page. “Instructions for tomorrow. Meeting point. Precise time. Also a list of duck names in case we see any worth adopting.”

You take it with a laugh. “You’re very thorough, Mr. Penbury.”

“It’s just Ralph.” He grins although his cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson. He tugs at the cuff of his coat. “I’ve never had anything I wanted to get right this badly.” Your hand is still pressed warmly against his palm as you move towards the carriage, you gather your dress as he helps you step up to settle into your seat. He gives you a smile, his hand lingering atop yours for one more moment, before he’s taking a step back, raising his own in a slight wave goodnight. 

You don’t stop smiling the entire ride home. You’re sure your cheeks will be hurting when you crawl into bed. 

And the next afternoon, at precisely two o’clock, you find Ralph sitting on a bench in Hyde Park, a paper bag of bread crumbs sitting beside him, and that ridiculous grin you were really beginning to love blooming on his face the second he sees you.

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[fujiihime]

Joseph Quinn's Other Characters Fics (Series/One-Shots) - I

I made a list of currently reading and recommended fics for Joseph Quinn's other characters here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

Pick Your Poison | 2 | 3 by @punk-in-docs

Keep Watch Over The Door Of My Lips 

And The Stars Sighed In Unison

Lay No Claim | 2 by @the-suburban-blues

It Has Always Been You by @dingusfreakhxrrington

With Me Now by @the-suburban-blues

Our Duty & Birth Of 1st Child by @emmywrites-blog

Deserve Love Series | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @boohoo-clo

Thank You by @m7nson

Out Of The Dark by @creme-bruhlee

My Darling by @helpwhatsthis

Childish by @badmirvcle​ 

Eye for An Eye by @rocknrollbabe14​

Ralph (TimeWasters)

At Last | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @luv4fandoms

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Please & Darling by @no-mercy-bby

Wizard by @creme-bruhlee

To Be Loved by @stevies-corner

A Special Present For A Special Boy by @littlelioncub43

Who's A Good Boy? | 2 @mypoisonedvine​

Baby Boy by @historygeekfics

Show Me

Untitled by @thefreak-thebanished

A Life Well Loved by @eddiemunsonthebanished 

Words Of Advice | 2 by @ladyfogg

My Sweet Boy by @forays-into-fiction​ 

A Rivalry For The Ages by @ladybug0095​ 

The Dance by @stinkysam​ 

Tell the World by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x​

Busy Streets And Busy Lives @thefreak-thebanished​

Kinktober: Day13 - Face Sitting by @xcatnapsx​

My Way Of Life by @ @sadboyeddie​

Tom Grant (Make Up)

You Got Me by @mypoisonedvine

WindSwept by @ladyfogg

Lemons Lollipops and Salt | 2(WIP) by @cherrielip

Adore You by @inklore

5 Minutes In Heaven

A Couple Hours by @luvsouya

Little Thief by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Thunder by @loves0phelia

Maybe It's A Good Thing? | 2 by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Prompts | 2 | 3 by @ladylannisterxo

Welcome Home by @mypoisonedvine

Untitled by @ginger-mews

New Girl | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @xcatnapsx

I'm Home by @bluesfortheredj

Cheer Up by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Untitled | Prompt by @joemazzmatazz

I'm Not Her by @munsonxmayhem

Smashed by @joekeeryswife​ 

Rebound | 2 | 3 by @munsonxmayhem​ 

Another Sad Love Song by @rocknrollbabe14​  

Kisses from Cupid by @hawkinsbanishedhero​

His Past And His Future by @munsonxmayhem​ 

New Angel by @fxckadoodledoomunson​ 

Mr. And Mrs. Grant by @munsonxmayhem​

Tom Grant Series by @wheels-of-despair​ ​

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

A Friend Of A Friend by @the-suburban-blues

All I'd Ever Need @the-suburban-blues

As Stubborn As A Mule by @writing-fanics

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Arrangement | 2 | 3 (x M!Reader) by @ladyfogg

One Of Those Nights (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Untitled (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Letters (x M!Reader) by @axailslink

Million Dollar Man (x F!Reader) by @lvlycheri

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (x M!Reader) by @lvlycheri

It's Okay (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Please Don't Go (x M!Reader)

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood​ 

Maybe Someday (x M!Reader) by @casettewrecked​ 

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @razzledazzlestuff​ 

Can The Past Save The Future (x M!Reader) by @stardancerluv​

Koner (Game of Thrones)

Only You | 2 | 3 by @creme-bruhlee

Night Watch by @historygeekfics

A Not-So-Knight and His Spellcaster | 2(WIP) by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Winter Nights | 2 by @ercklln

A Winter's Tale by @lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer 

Dark Koner (Untitled) by @mypoisonedvine​

Note: I hope a lot more writers will write stories for these characters and I'm sure we're all excited to read more stories about it.

[busyralph]

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, established relationship, 18+ (MINORS DNI), protected sex (p in v), fingering (f receiving)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: When we last left the Busy Streets and Busy Lives universe, you’d been considering getting a new job now that you’ve moved into Ralph’s house with him. But part of starting a new job means having to make a good impression, letting your work speak for you. And in prioritising that, you’ve been a little neglectful of your own desires, as well as somebody else’s…

A/N: God, I missed writing these idiots. Just a quick, smutty lil thing because I didn't know how to jump back in lmao. Not all epilogues will be smutty, but a bitch has needs too, y'know.

(Also, in case you haven't seen yet, don't worry, this is @quinnkeerys themself lol, I just made this blog to keep bsbl alive :))

Ralph knocks tentatively on the door to the room that you’ve converted into your new office as you rest your temples on the heels of your hands and growl in frustration at your laptop. You look over your shoulder and your face softens into a smile. “God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you smile wearily as he approaches you.

“How goes your latest project, my love?” He asks, draping his arms over you and peppering kisses along your cheek.

“Take a wild guess,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I get that I left the shop because I wanted a challenge, but my god, at what cost?”

“A job far more stimulating than the same old, same old? One that’s closer to where we live now?” Ralph suggests, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing deeply. “You’ve been at your desk an awful long time, darling. Perhaps you could take a break?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “Can’t. Gotta stay on task.”

Ralph frowns. “Something ails you. Something other than the job at hand.” His thumbs start to rub circles into your back, his fingers working your shoulders. “You’re stressing yourself out far too much, dearest. You’ll make yourself ill, and you’ll be far worse off for it.”

You allow yourself a fraction of a second to lean into his touch before bringing yourself back to reality. “Look, I just - I made a good first impression and I really need to keep it up.”

“Your work will suffer from your stress, too,” Ralph points out. “And I miss you terribly.”

“Ralph…” you coo, moving a hand up to ghost over one of his as he continues massaging your shoulders. "Miss you, too."

"Take a break," Ralph repeats, a little more deliberation in his tone, swivelling you around in your chair. "Come with me." You take the hand he extends to you and stand to let him guide you to the bedroom. You give him a look, one that's about to tease him for having one thing on the brain, but instead he ignores it to ask you, "Would you lay down on your stomach?" as he presents the bed to you.

"What are you trying to do to me, Penbury?" You ask slyly as you clamber onto the bed, burying half your face into the pillows.

"Just trying to look after you, my treasure," he simpers, kneeling beside you to resume massaging your shoulders. "Help you… Slow things down, for a night."

You lift your head. "A whole night? Ralph, I -" He gently shushes you back into silence, working your shoulders and neck until you melt back into the plush of your bed. "Mmm, this is a dangerous skill you've got," you smile defeatedly. "How long have you been hiding this?"

"I must admit, I am aware of its… Effect," you can hear the proud little smile in Ralph's voice. "Which is why I only wanted to share it with you when necessary, and not a moment sooner. Just relax, darling," he purrs as he moves his hands to instead slide beneath your shirt, working the supple flesh of your back.

"God, Ralph, that feels so good," you drawl, completely becoming one with the mattress.

"I bet it does, my love," that same tone that tells you he's smiling proudly returns. "Just feel my fingers pressing into you, pushing all of that horrible tension away. For tonight, at least, it shall no longer consume you, my beloved."

His hands move lower and lower, until they're pressing just where the curve of your ass begins. Your hips wiggle involuntarily at the thought of Ralph caressing your ass, and you can't catch the automatic whimper that leaves your throat when his hands slide back up again. "Ralph…" you moan softly.

"Yes, love? Would you like me to…?" He doesn't say it, but his hands make their way down your bare back and then over your clothed cheeks. He slides his palms over your curves and only grips once he's at your thighs. "Is this where you need me?"

"I don't think the clothes are helping," you smirk, and he takes heed, tapping on your hips to silently ask you to lift them as he slowly undresses your lower half. Once your legs are completely bare, he gets to work again, massaging your feet, your ankles, up your legs to your thighs. Not saying a word, but humming in the most delectable way the whole time. 

As he caresses your ass, pressing and squeezing and grabbing in ways that have you chirping and squealing in excitement, Ralph coos, "There's part of you that I've yet to touch, darling." He moves one hand to grip the very topmost part of your inner thigh, ghosting his thumb up across your folds. "Would you l-"

"Yes," you interject hastily. "God, yes, Ralph, please touch me there," you whine, and his face lifts into a soft, warm smile.

"As you wish, my love. Though it would probably be more fruitful for you to lay on your back for that."

It feels like a chore, bringing yourself out of such a relaxed stupor just to flip yourself over, but you undress your top half in the process, too. Once you're comfortable again, and Ralph starts to get back into position, you stop him. "I think you need your shirt off, too, Ralphie."

A small, playful smirk adorns his face. "Would that help you to relax?"

You nod earnestly. "Most definitely." Amused, Ralph slips out of the quarter-zip he'd been wearing, his smile even bigger as you silently encourage him to also take off the T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath.

Once it's off, before you can try and convince him of any more, he bends down to kiss you. His hand strokes at your jaw until it opens to allow your tongue to meet with his. This kiss is different though - it's not a wild and fiery tango within your mouths; it's a slow, deliberate, controlled waltz that Ralph is definitely leading. The hums you fill the kiss with turn into full-blown moans when he reaches his hands down to grope both of your breasts.

He continues to massage them while kissing you for some time, before moving down silently to start kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, until his lips latch around one of your nipples. Despite your head being clouded with arousal, you still can't fight off a smile as Ralph still finds a way to include his favourite form of affection.

You prop yourself up on your elbow to watch him, playing with the loose curls that fall against his forehead as you smirk, "You really like it there, huh, baby?" He chirps happily, letting one go with a satisfyingly wet pop before moving to suckle on the other. He looks up at you adoringly, humming delightfully as his mouth caresses your sensitive nub. "So good to me," you purr.

He kisses further down your body, smattering the expanse of your tummy with soft, sweet pecks. He crawls backwards as he keeps kissing lower and lower down your body, until he naturally falls into place between your legs. His mouth wraps around your clit as he effortlessly sinks two fingers inside of you. You keen against him, whining loudly. Ralph's cheeks dust your thighs as he smiles, "That's it, my darling. Empty yourself of all other thoughts. It's just you and me. And I live to satisfy you."

"Mmm, y'go… Above and beyond that, Ralphie," you drawl, your hips squirming against him. "Shit, baby, m'g'nna… Gonna cum…"

"Oh, please do," Ralph begs as he curls his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time in such a way that you’re climaxing over his hand in seconds; overwhelmingly so, you feel it shooting through your nervous system, followed by a weighted feeling of pure calm, relaxing every one of those nerves.

As you recover, you hear him noisily and delightfully sucking his fingers clean. With a soft smile, you tap his head and gesture for him to move up to be face level with you. He practically pounces back up and immediately kisses you, his dry hand splaying across your cheek. You chuckle against his lips, “How did you know that’s what I wanted from you?”

“I was simply acting upon my own impulse,” he grins back. “Any reciprocation is just a bonus.”

“Speaking of reciprocating…” You start, looking him in the eyes suggestively as your fingers trace routes between each of the freckles along his chest and shoulders, committed to muscle memory by this point. Ralph’s brow furrows, and you allow yourself a quiet, breathy laugh. “I know, I know, you wanted to relax me and not the other way around, but if you wanted to keep me distracted…”

“How do you want me, darling?” He asks, hurriedly shimmying out of the rest of his clothes before reaching for the nightstand. He scrambles to grab a condom and slides it on with ease, looking over at you in anticipation.

"I don’t care how,” you shake your head. “Only as long as you want it, too, not just for me," your eyebrows knit with concern, and he smiles warmly down at you.

"Darling, I assure you that the day I would not want for you, is the day I should be put down like an old dog."

"Ralph!" You giggle as he starts to kiss your neck. 

“Shhh, just relax,” he soothes, gently shushing between pecks. “Empty your mind again. Let me take care of you.” You nod, and he reaches down to line himself up with you.

You smirk up at him, reaching up to play with his hair, “My Ralphie already hard for me?”

He whines out an mm-hm. “Missed touching you like this… Being so close to you, again…”

“’M sorry, baby,” you pout. “I promise I’ll make more time for you.”

You feel his tip barely penetrating you and inhale deeply, basking in the anticipation of feeling Ralph inside of you again, but he stops to look up at you again. “Promise for you, also.” You look at him quizzically, and he elaborates. “Promise you’ll make time for you, as well.”

Your face melts into a warm smile. "Yes, Ralph. I promise I'll do better at looking after myself."

His whole expression lights up as he presses himself inside of you, and he revels in watching your entire self form a puddle beneath him. He anchors his fists into your sheets deeply as he feels your walls clench over his cock, and buries his face into your neck again. “My darling,” he whines, “please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” you frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He replies hurriedly, still muffled from where his head is sunk. “I just… I think I might… Not last as long as I’d hoped to please you for.”

You fall into a soft laughter as you run your fingers back and forth through his curls. “Don’t worry, baby,” you coo. “The way you’ve taken care of me tonight, I won’t, either.” You let out a long, stuttered gasp as his hips snap against yours. “Fuck, especially if you keep hitting that spot.”

His lips turn up into a small smile as he pulls back to push himself in faster. “Did you mean that one, by chance?” he teases.

You mewl, “God, yes, Ralph, please don’t stop.”

“Not to worry, darling, I don’t plan to,” he smirks as he keeps fucking into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your heels into his back as you feel your second climax quickly building.

You hum out, “Mmm, Ralph… Close, again… Are you?”

“I shan’t be far behind you, I’m sure,” he coos, reaching between you to rub at your clit. Your field of vision fills with spots of colour as he gets you to your second apex. The first one had felt more like a sea of calm washing over you; this one is a final spark of pleasure, an explosion from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Ralph presses his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you one final time.

You stay there, foreheads touching, breathing in each others’ air for a good few minutes before Ralph finally pulls himself out of you. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, another to your nose and a final one to your lips before going to the bathroom to clean up.

He soon returns to the bedroom, though not before hunting through his drawers to find a sweater he knows you’ll find comfortable. Tired, you muse with a small smirk, “Not even giving me my most favourite one?” as you pull it over your head.

“Apologies, darling, but I had promised Alex I’d wear it to work tomorrow. Apparently they have a similar one in red and there’s something of a match, there,” he throws his T-shirt and boxers back on before climbing back into bed with you and wrapping you in an embrace. “And besides, you’d only perspire and make yourself uncomfortable.”

You roll over in his arms with a grin. “Please take so many photos of you both as human versions of the Cookie Monster and Elmo.”

“I’m sure we will, darling,” he smiles sleepily, kissing your forehead once more before you curl yourself up to nestle your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for tonight,” you pipe up. “And I’m… Sorry I’ve been neglecting us both.”

“Don’t be,” he soothes. “I understand. But I hope now you understand the importance of taking a break.”

“When you make it so appealing, how could I not?” You smile against his skin, pressing more kisses to his neck as he squeezes you tighter. “But you’re right. I’ll make more time for us. And not just for this, for… Everything. I miss living life with you.”

“Well, thankfully, I do plan on living the rest of my life with you, so what’s a day or two here and there?” he smiles into your hair, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re so corny sometimes, you know that?” You ask lightly, squeezing your arms around him.

“You remind me constantly, dear,” he agrees with a soft laugh lilting his own tone, too. 

“Good job I love you, isn’t it?” you tease. “Goodnight, Ralphie.”

“Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams.”

[piastrinorris]

i know you said you'd write other characters if prompted, and you've talked about ralph from timewasters before, so: what if lauren rejected his offer to dance on his birthday but [the reader] took him up on it instead?

Pairing: Ralph Penbury (fanon surname) x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1182

A/N: Sorry I've been a little burnt out on fics lately, but this prompt really got me excited about writing again, so thanks for that! <3 I might make a follow-up if people want it? Writing for Ralph is so fun.

You couldn't believe it when the envelope had found its way through your door. The Penbury twins had invited you to their party. Conventionally, it's not that surprising; your families had close political ties for years and so you'd grown up alongside them for pretty much your whole life - though there was always an air around them that you only felt as though you were friends by necessity, not for any genuine reason. Certainly, now that you're all adults now with your own social circles, there's no need to force any kind of friendship. So it's very sweet that you've been invited.

You wonder whose idea it was to invite you. Victoria was always rather indifferent to you, unless you were willing to 100% conform to her games to make sure she was either the leader in imaginative ones, or the winner in competitive ones. And Ralph... Sweet Ralph. Your first love. With his penchant for finding the fun in life and his infectious smile and his gorgeous, big brown eyes... Always in Victoria's shadow, but nonetheless happy to be there. He'd stopped showing much of an interest in your presence somewhere within his teenage years, so you doubt it came from him, but one can dream.

You buy a wine-red dress that hugs your figure beautifully, with silver fringing all around it, and silver shoes and jewellery to match. Maybe Ralph Penbury isn't the love of your life, but there'll be plenty of other suitors there. Perhaps you'll meet one of them.

At the party, all everyone can talk about is the new quartet who speak in "exceptionally strange" terms, even for a typical jazz band. One of them had arrived late, and the song they played wasn't one you'd ever heard before - and you like to think of yourself as quite the aficionado when it comes to music. Nobody can keep their eyes off the four of them - though, one in particular especially stings. Ralph has never been yours, so you have no right to feel jealous over the way he looks at the drummer, but here you are.

Finally, when the second band of the night starts to play some slower songs, you watch him approach the band - and more specifically, her - with Victoria in tow. Naturally, Victoria has two of the men throwing themselves at her, though she leads only one of them to the dancefloor. You watch Ralph talk to her. You watch her pull a face of disbelief and - almost laughter as he talks. You watch his face fall, licking his lips as he stammers something and walks away to a table, muttering something to a waiter who quickly disappears to reappear moments later with a full bottle of wine. Ralph uncorks it and, not bothering with a glass, starts drinking from the bottle.

Nobody seems to be approaching him. They're all having so much fun themselves that they don't care that Ralph is suffering at his own birthday party. You approach the table and take one of the seats next to him. "Well, hello, stranger!" you coo. "Happy birthday!"

His eyes light up at the sight of you. "My goodness, how long has it been! I was hoping you'd be here!" That sentence makes your heart flutter. Maybe it was Ralph that sent your invitation after all.

You take his hand - the one not still holding onto the bottle - into your own. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, dear. I mean, if there's one thing I've heard around the circuit all these ears, it's that the Penburys know how to throw a party!"

Ralph looks up with a smile, shaking from side to side as he singsongs, "Guilty!" which makes you laugh. He smiles for a moment, though it falters. "Though Vic is really the face of it all."

"That makes you the brains, surely?" you offer with another smile, which he very briefly returns. His attention flickers between you and the band who you know are positioned behind you, on the other side of the room. You clear your throat to get his attention back, "Say, Ralphie, would you do me the honour of getting to dance with the birthday boy himself?"

His whole face lights up as he nods in agreement. You stand and hold your hand out to him, which he takes for you to take the lead as though the roles are reversed between you. He does take the lead as he holds you in his arms to start dancing. You hear a faint clack-ing every time he steps on the dancefloor, and bite back your laughs at it. "So," you eventually manage to get out, "are you and Vic planning on gracing us with some kind of tap routine tonight?"

Ralph giggles, and the sound is positively delightful. "No, no, funny story, we bought these for each other for our birthday! Aren't they wizard?! We had seen a tap show earlier this month with some friends and we haven't stopped talking about it since, and so we both decided to buy the same gift for each other!"

"You two had a word for that, didn't you?" you reminisce.

"Twintuition!" he singsongs again, making you laugh again. Suddenly, from nowhere, Ralph hurriedly bends down and presses a quick peck to your lips. He jolts back up immediately, his cheeks flushing bright pink. It only makes him look more adorable.

You snake your hand up to gently caress his jaw. "And why would I do that?" He finally looks down at you, perplexed. "I've been waiting for that my whole life."

"My dear Ralphie, what on earth brought this on?" you beam, though unbeknownst to him as he refuses to make eye contact with you, instead staring straight ahead and blinking hard and fast.

"I, um. I'm so sorry. All that wine, it, um. Clearly took all my inhibitions with it. I... Completely understand if you want to leave now."

"You're pulling my leg," Ralph half-accuses, though the smile that plays on the corners of his lips shows you he isn't serious. "I rather thought you were... Well above my league. I couldn't even bear to sit myself in the same room as you, for fear of dulling your radiance."

You bring your other hand up to rest on the other side of his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. "And yet, would you believe, I felt the same way about you all these years!" A wicked grin spreads across your face. "So, that would mean we've got quite a lot of catching up to do..."

Ralph's facial expressions go on a journey, from confusion to surprised realisation to elation to downright mischief. "I know just the place to give us all the, ah, privacy we need!"

You bite your lip to keep a laugh away, looking down at his feet and then back up at him. "I do think those wizard new shoes of yours might betray us in the secrecy department."

Within seconds, he's kicked them off, scooped them up and offered you his free hand. "Shall we?"

[piastrinorris]

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

An Unambiguous Love - fluff - Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you. (f!reader, non-canon compliant) - complete 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10

Timewasters:

Ralph x Reader

Busy Streets and Busy Lives - fluff - A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he’s from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives. (gn!afab!reader) - in progress • masterlist •

[piastrinorris]

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson x Reader

Your friend and co-lead's in-character love confession feels a little too real - fluff (f!reader, theater kid au) Eddie recruits you into Hellfire - fluff (f!reader) Treating Eddie's Upside Down scars - fluff (gender neutral reader) Giving Eddie the birthday party he always wanted - fluff (gender neutral reader) Eddie "helps" you prepare for a bake sale - fluff (gender neutral reader)

Steve Harrington x Reader

You can see right into your new neighbour's apartment - fluff (gender neutral reader) You unexpectedly faint on Steve - fluff (gender neutral reader) Steve meets your younger brother - fluff (f!reader) Steve visits your house, to feel at home with your family - fluff (gender neutral Henderson!reader, not affiliated with other work)

Timewasters:

Ralph x Reader

Reader dances with Ralph on his birthday - fluff (f!reader)