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luveline · 1 month

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what if bombshell!reader proposed to Spencer? Instead of Spencer proposing to bombshell!reader? Would he be upset or just as happy? Also, I absolutely adore your writing! 🥰💕

ty for requesting!! —spencer gets a love he deserves, 1.4k, fem!reader

The first proper time that you and Spencer slept together, he wasn’t nervous. It was sort of like a high school sleepover. You’d slept in shared beds in stuffy hotels and he’d once stayed the night while he was too drunk to remember it, but the first time you invited him in with intention to just be together, he wasn’t scared. You remember being surprised. Looking back, you shouldn’t have been.

You laid together like you are now. He wore a grey t-shirt and a pair of blue chequered pants, and he’d pushed his hair back all day leaving the front pieces limp, and he’d touched your cheek to encourage your face to his before he moved in for one polite kiss. “I love you,” he’d said, much too early and a couple years too late at the same time.

You turn on your side now to look at him. His contacts are out, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He’s watching a video on his laptop and the line of his jaw is soft. Or, softer than usual. He has a very sharp jaw.

You shift a bit to alleviate the pressure on your hip.

“You okay?” Spencer asks. He doesn’t look away from his laptop nor does he sound tuned in. It’s sort of funny that he manages to care even when he’s not paying attention.

“Yeah.”

“Tired?”

“Not really.”

“Hungry at all?”

“Just brushed my teeth.”

“That’s not the question I was asking.”

“Not hungry, Spencer. Can I watch too?”

He turns the laptop toward you to the point where his view is obscured, raising the volume a touch. “It’s about Tuberculosis. Do you wanna watch something else?”

“No, this sounds interesting.”

He settles in next to you. His fingers brush your chest. For a good forty five minutes, you and Spencer watch the rest of his video. He gets visibly tireder the longer it goes on, but neither of you attempt to get ready to sleep until the video’s finished. He closes the lid of his laptop, twisting in bed to deposit it gently on the floor. There’s a familiar shush of him sliding it under the bed to stop you from standing on it (a learned precaution).

“Did you take that vitamin, the primrose?” he asks, flicking off his bedside lamp, leaving yours as the only source of light in the entire room. It’s a pink glass shade that kisses his pale skin a rosy hue.

“Yeah, Spence.”

He shakes the sheets back and the over you both. One minute you’re apart and the next he’s pulling you into him, confident handed, his breath warming your face as the gap between you thins. Despite his readying, he doesn’t say goodnight, or close his eyes. This is your time now. You often spend time at night just talking to each other about everything you’d meant to say that day, or nonsense conversation, until one or both of you has been lulled into a peaceful sleep.

“I have something I want to tell you,” you say.

“Okay.” He sounds completely trusting, no worrying, no reluctance.

“You remember the first time you stayed at my apartment?”

“No.”

“The second time,” you correct.

“Yes,” he says, grinning. “I was much less intoxicated that time.”

“You were sober.”

“I didn’t feel sober,” he says.

“Nice. You’re getting so good at this.”

“Thank you.”

“But do you remember that?” You trace the curve of his nose. He’ll have to take his glasses off soon. They’ve already worn red crescents into his skin. “You told me you loved me.”

“I can’t forget it,” he says, still grinning. You’ve tried to tell people —idiots— who don’t understand you and Spencer that, even without his million charms and idiosyncrasies, you’d love him for his smile. It changes his entire face. He never looks as beautiful to you as he does when he’s smiling.

“I didn’t say it back.”

“We’d only been together for a few days,” he says. “It was one of my moments.”

“Spencer, I did love you, though. I should’ve told you. I knew in that moment that you really, really meant it, and I just want you to know that when you said it, I could have said it back. I should have. I loved you just as much, I promise.”

“I know,” he whispers, eyes slightly widened.

“I think I’ve loved you since the day we met. It’s cliche.”

“Sometimes things are cliche because they’re good,” he says, laying his cheek more firmly into his pillow as he raises a hand to your face. His thumbs rests in the space under your chin. His fingertips brush along the skin just beside your lips. “And true. I loved you the minute you introduced yourself.”

You savour the feeling of his hand on your cheek.

“You’re so handsome,” you say, “and kind. You’re everything to me. You know that.”

Spencer wraps his arm gently under your chin and behind your head as he lays closer to you. “I know. You’re everything to me. You’re my best friend in the whole world, I– didn’t even know how happy I could be before now.”

“Me too, baby.”

He closes his eyes. Your noses touch.

“Spencer Reid, will you marry me?” you whisper.

Quiet. Aching, total quiet. He curls his arm behind your head until your lips are a hair’s width apart, and when he answers, it’s like he’s spoken directly to the deepest parts of you. “It’s all I want,” he says.

“I got you a ring,” you murmur.

The air races with your heart. The sound of your skin and clothes is the only thing to be heard between breaths. “I got you three,” he says.

“Spencer, what for?” you ask, afraid to open your eyes and break the spell, the branching, unending feeling of connection you share.

“I didn’t know which one you’d like.”

“You’ll marry me?” you ask.

“Angel, I already said yes. I love you. I told you already we’d have to get married.”

“Oh, we have to?”

Spencer kisses you. It’s startlingly open-mouthed for a moment, but you adapt and overcome, you love him and his every touch, tilting your head to the side to allow him room to ferry in and kiss you deeply. It’s slow and measured, then quick and undecided. He turns his face one way to kiss you, then the other, back again, a hint of roughness —of hunger to it as he pulls your face to his.

A spark of heat against your nose.

Your eyes flutter open, a pinked path of light scored diagonally down his cheek. “Spence,” you say, feeling the weight and heat of tears gather behind your eyes, even as you smile, “don’t cry, baby.”

“I feel like I spent my whole life waiting for someone to love me and it doesn’t feel real that it’s you,” he whispers slowly.

“No? How do I make it more real for you, sweetheart? What can I do?” you ask sincerely.

He shakes his head.

You push your forehead into his. He doesn’t cry anymore than two burning hot tears, rubbing your shoulder as you yourself sniffle back your own emotion. You’re really not sad. You hurt for him, but this is one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.

“Do you want to choose your ring?” he asks, enthusing his voice with cheer.

“Do you want to see yours first?”

“Did you get me a diamond?” he asks.

“Don’t be silly, Spencer, of course I did.”

He laughs and kisses you three times in quick succession before he sits up, wiping his face, chuckling wryly. “Sorry, I didn’t think I would react like that.”

You tangle your fingers with his before he can get too far away. “I love you, honey. There’s nothing wrong with crying about it.”

You aren’t expecting to start crying when he slides one of the rings he’s chosen for you over your finger. He says you can see each one in action and choose after you've seen them all, but the moment the band is over your knuckle, you know it’s the one you’ll keep. You push the ring you’d bought for him onto his finger with your cheeks still tearstained.

The diamond on his ring isn’t quite as big as the one he’d bought for you, but it looks right nestled against his pale skin. That night, you talk more than you ever have before, falling asleep only minutes after the glowing threads of morning have painted your twined hands with gold.

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astralnymphh · 2 months

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imagine ellie and best friend reader rough housing like tickling each other and ellie’s elbow slips so she falls on top of reader with their faces inches away, breath fanning each others lips. and then ellie hesitantly brushes her lips against theirs before kissing them 😭

DAILY CLICK FOR PALESTINE

PALESTINE MASTERPOST

ISRAELI THEMES SURROUNDING TLOU

omgg ellie definitely tumbles herself into these situations 'round the clock. perhaps it's a stroke of bad luck— or good fortune? i mean, giddy as she is for you, love–sick as her guts flip for you, there's a lick of a chance that possibly the universe is just.. nudging her in the bountiful direction! ellie won't entirely agree to that hypothesis, suggesting that the starry blanket of the cosmos above her is damning her, plating her a serving of personal grudge like she'd done something unforgivable; but that case runs rotten the moment it is spoken.

cradled in your eyes, the significance of the situation gleans as rather adorable and hilarious, in a good way! the vulnerability that shivers her skin, the outflowing heat of her cheeks yelling at herself and you for being in the way, the gulp that bolts down her throat so audibly, and her pale pine eyes: trapped like a rat in a cage, flickering around for answers, amends, anything.

but then it clicks together: breathing electricly past each other's lips as your chest expands and squeezes you for more, the inching of her face gone weary from stranding in mid–air, this is so damn cliché. so damn stereotypical. in fact, it's so perfectly played out, you could just—

be kissed.

"mmph!" what had begun as your giggle, snuffs into a fly–buzzy hum. vibrating alike to a harp on her lips now pancaked to yours, and softly hungry as they pinch and roll.

between ellie's skull, notions have shifted. in the balmy moment of it, suckling the noise right from your throat plastered itself as an achievement. her spine tingled with a good meaning, thinking your sweet sound was not a yelp of bombshell, but a tune of agreeance. her blemished auburn brows cheered to that, same as the ends of her smile, curling to the sensations. spit splits and shares, the taste of her buries itself in the overside of your tongue, and the sounds hotten your ears with a throb of your own positive meaning: a blessing met.

your lips awaited this kind of thing, for months at most, but had no clue on how to articulate the moment. set it in motion, quicken the passion to possess you. tell her you just might find her fucking gorgeous. commit the act of confession.

shit, what did ellie just commit?

an uprise of shuffling knees pulling up the length of the bed rustle into your head before a wet crackle, "mmpht—" parts your mouth and draws a shoelace of mixed spit, only for it to curve and drape your chin. and of course, it would be too forward and kind to wipe it clean with her icy thumb, "fuck, fuck, fuck." so she scurries her humiliation like a fan to dry it, and drifts herself out of your space. carries her body backwards onto her butt, plopping and sitting in a widespread criss–cross with her head drooping to conceal.

a lovers cower, you could only imagine the little emotions puppeteering her face— weak and wilted, cute as any quaint flower decorating the grasslands. ellie tugs her mouth into some sort of open–mouthed, mild frown, letting calm airs spill heady of rushed worries, and digs her brows deeper upon her eyes, folding wrinkles written with thought. it's not viably apparent, (the embarrassment.) but it is intuitively understood. she just made a move she wouldn't have made in the first place. if it wasn't so perfectly presented. if you weren't.

a stammer goes a long way, "fuck, i'm so— so um, god— i read it all wrong— just, ignore that." she huffs, and puffs, and blows her luggage of excuses out.

goddess praise you, for being so sickenly smooth.

"need a second try?"

apologies if this felt rushed or it's missing some oomph. haven't written a blurb in a hot minute!

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roosterbruiser · 10 months

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

The sandy stone patio outside The Hard Deck is quiet.

Well, it’s quieter than it was inside. Rowdy Navymen and their rowdy friends a few too many draft beers deep jamming out with the jukebox on high, Penny overwhelmed by the amount of men in Uncle Sam beards and patriotic paper top-hats, peanut shells on the floor, ice clinking in whiskey glasses, fireworks going off every few minutes.

It’s all a bit overwhelming for you, which is why you slid out and quietly settled in one of the metal bistro chairs, breathing in the sweet ocean and sulfuric air. It’s foggy outside from the fireworks, which are bursting into the night sky in fantastic sparks of yellow and pink and red and blue.

Finally--you can take a deep breath, inflate your lungs, tune in with your daughter just beneath the taut skin of your swollen belly. She’s fluttering around like she always is when you’re finally still. Sometimes, you like to imagine that she’s mimicking you: taking a deep breath, tilting her head towards the sky, lashes fluttering as she watches the fireworks.

Bradley is still sitting at the piano, playing a jaunty version of Born in the USA on the piano, a little tipsy and the kind of happy that makes his cheeks bright pink. The usual crowd is around him, much drunker and much blearier, sloshing their drinks and mussing each other’s faux beards.

“Where’s that wife of mine?” Bradley asks suddenly--he scans the crowd around the piano and doesn’t find you in the sea of red, white, and blue. “Jake, did you scare her off?”

“She wakes up to you every morning, Bradshaw,” Jake retorts, grinning. “How could I scare her off?”

Bradley stills--everyone groans when the live music stops.

“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river!” Bradley says as everyone boo’s him. He stands up, stretches, glances around the bar again. He doesn't see you still. “Respect your countryman!”

And then he’s fielding pats on the backs as he navigates the bar, heading for the patio doors. He’s sure you’re out there--you like to sneak away when you can get away with it to dip your toes in the water or sit in the patio chairs.

He’s right--you’re right where he knew you would be: sitting in the patio chair, head tilted back as you watch the smoke drift across the star-dotted sky, shoes thrown aside and feet buried in the sand, eyes shining as you stroke your belly with both hands.

“Hey, mama,” he greets softly.

You turn, a soft smile on your face. All the noise of the bar fades whenever Rooster closes the door behind him, grinning at you something fierce.

“Hey, daddy,” you respond, face warm with love.

He stalls right where he is, hands on the hips of his true-blue Levi’s. Pink sprouts across the exposed part of his chest, his Hawaiian shirt long unbuttoned after his fourth drink and second song on the piano. He just beholds you, a lip tucked between his teeth, his smile growing wider when you wrinkle your nose at him.

“What?” You ask, but you have a feeling that you already know.

“You’re a fucking vision,” he sighs, earnest and yearning. “How’d I land a bombshell like you?”

“Trapped me,” you tease, gesturing to your bump. “Remember?”

He grins, laughing. He starts to toe his Chuck Taylors off, peeling his socks off while you rest your cheek on your shoulder to gaze at him.

“It’s quiet out here,” he says softly, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your neck. He peppers your sweet-smelling hair with a few kisses before tucking his nose into your neck. “Didn’t realize my ears were ringing in there.”

You smile.

“Poor baby,” you mutter mockingly, curling your fingers in his sandy locks. “You alright?”

“Respect your countryman,” Bradley insists softly, muffled from the silky skin of your neck. “And the father of your daughter.”

He moves his hand to your belly and your daughter kicks softly, stretching and turning. You can feel his grin when it spreads across his face. He’s so delighted in the thought of becoming a father that his joy is genuinely palpable. You can feel it at all times like the sun on your cheeks or the wind in your hair.

His hand is warm, covering the front of your rounded belly. Bradley sighs softly, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your daughter move inside of you, imagining what she’ll be like.

But then a firework goes off--pops right beside the both of you. And you both feel it: your daughter jolting in your belly, startled.

Before Bradley can respond, you’re laughing. Laughing a big and loud laugh with your mouth wide open and your eyes teary.

“Oh,” you giggle, grinning at Bradley. “Our poor baby!”

Bradley, frowning good-naturedly, tuts and moves so he’s kneeling before you. You’re still fighting your laughter, biting your lip and stroking your belly. But Bradley’s tucking himself between your legs, moving your shirt up until the curve of your belly is exposed to the cool night air.

“Poor thing,” Bradley said, pressing a few kisses to your skin. “S’okay, bird. Just some fireworks, huh? You’re gonna have to get used to ‘em, aren’t you? Fourth of July is…big in this family, to say the least.”

You nod as if she can see you, combing your fingers through his hair as he peppers your belly in affection. You can almost see it now: Bradley holding your tiny daughter, pressing his nose into her little shoulder, making her shudder when his mustache tickles her delicate skin.

“We’ll get her some headphones,” you tell him, biting a grin. “That oughta do the trick, huh?” Another firework pops and she jolts again, more than before. Your belly flutters, tenses. “She really doesn’t like those,” you tell Bradley, gasping softly.

With his brows furrowed, Bradley peers over his shoulder at the small group of mens setting them off on the beach.

“I’m gonna go give ‘em a piece of my mind,” he mutters.

“Bradley,” you laugh. “What’re you gonna say? You’re scaring my unborn daughter?”

He pauses--glares at you.

“And if that is what I’m gonna say?”

Grinning, feeling like you’re about to burst with all this love for this goofy man on his knees before you, you shake your head.

“Oh, boy, do I love you,” you say softly. “And so does our daughter.”

He grins.

“Our American girl,” he laughs. “Who doesn’t like fireworks.”

You hope, with everything in your heart, that she has his laugh. Big, loud, hearty. You want people to hear her laugh and know who her father is. Oh, that’s gotta be a Bradshaw.

“She’ll learn,” you tell him, stroking your belly. “Her daddy’s a Navyman.”

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 <𝟑

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tiredofthehumanlife · 15 days

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Ooo cool tunes

Barbie dolls:prongsfoot x reader (Sirius, James, you)

Words: 2.4k ish

Summary: your friends Peter and Lily give you a free ticket to one of their concerts and you realize the vocalist and lead guitarist are fine as FUCK and then you get a little y/n treatment and uh oh what happens now Sirius finds you outside after the performance woah

Warnings: you're in a pottery class with Peter and Lily, extreme y/n moments I'm not joking, you like egg rolls and pot stickers along with sluts, a lot of slut talk shockingly, Sirius is fairly fem presenting but to me he's genderfluid so does it really matter?, Peter is your friend and he gets love, a concert written by a person who only ever went to a concert once when they were five so, Sirius wears nippie pasties, you are described as wearing clothes nothing in particular just an outfit, James in bell-bottoms, kinda oblivious r but not like to the point it's edging on pedophilic more like you're just really sleepy and not paying 100% attention, kinda modern bc posting pictures is mentioned yk like Instagram posting, that's all

You met Peter and Lily in your pottery class. You always sat at the same table, it was a crowded class. Lily talked to you first, complimenting your pieces. You thanked her with a bright smile. After that Peter and Lily became your friends. You enjoyed your class a lot more with them. They told you about their drama and their friends. You thought they were funny. Then during one class they dropped the bombshell that they were in a band. You weren't really shocked just more impressed. So they invited you to one of their performances with a free ticket, right up against the stage.

You planned your outfit in advance and you were excited to see Lily and Peter. You were also excited to see them perform. You were so curious as to what their music sounded like. They were very creative in pottery so you wondered how their skills could transfer to sound. You were already in your position standing next to the barrier in front of the stage.

It was crowded, more than you expected. You didn't think your friends would be bad but you didn't expect them to be quite this popular and you wouldn't know about them. Peter was the first on stage, much to crowds enjoyment. They cheered the second they saw him. He looked cool in your opinion. He had perfect winged eyeliner, reaching out past his eyebrows. He had worn jeans with big holes down the legs. He took his position behind the drum set and quickly scanned the crowd. Peter caught his eyes on you and waved. The people around you squealed and gave him a wave back.

After that Lily and a man in a button up and sweater vest joined Peter on stage. You took notice of the sweater and assumed he was Remus. Lily and Peter were quite descriptive of their friends. You smiled at Lily's outfit. She was always so pretty. She had blue tights with spirals on them, a black circle skirt, and a green crochet top you were certain she made herself. Her hair was up in some complicated braids. She immediately spotted you as she pulled her bass strap over her head. Lily blew a kiss at you. The crowd screamed again and you were starting to wish you had ear plugs. Remus talked to Lily as he pulled his guitar strap over his head. Lily laughed and rolled her eyes.

Finally the vocalist and rhythm guitarist joined them, the people around you quickly cheering.

You realized why Lily and Peter might've been slightly apprehensive to introduce you to their friends.

They were hot. You figured out who they were fairly quickly. There was only two other names Peter and Lily regularly mentioned, James and Sirius. Sirius was in fishnets and leather shorts. He had on black nippie pasties and a black vest that was unbuttoned. His hair was pulled back with a red ribbon, small braids framing his face. He was wearing bright blue eyeshadow, that matched Lily's tights, and very smudged eyeliner.

Then James had the audacity to be hot too. He was wearing bellbottomed jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his biceps. He had a hairband pushing his hair back away from his face. He had his glasses pushed up his nose. You felt yourself smile at how pretty he looked laughing at Sirius' joke. You wanted to scream.

James pulled his guitar up, you appreciated the stickers all over it. Sirius walked up to the microphone standing in the middle, greeting the crowd. As they performed you felt yourself like each of them more. Two a tad more than the others. You liked watching them all move around the stage, interacting with each other, and giving their passion their all. Sirius' voice was tantalizingly seductive. He moved across the stage with grace. He gave the crowd flirting looks, that they quite enjoyed. Sirius often moved over into James' space, leaning against him. Occasionally you'd find him crawling on the floor on all fours, arching his back and winking at the crowd. James would always walk in front of him and block the view of Sirius, drawing the attention back to him. You liked watching James' hands move. You liked his hands. You like his focused face, biting the inside of his cheek.

Soon enough the band was breaking a sweat. They took a breather as Sirius yammered on into the mic. Lily had moved behind Peter to put his hair up in two tiny little pigtails. Peter laughed, a loud one that you could hear all the way from the crowd. Remus had gotten too hot throwing his sweater vest into the stage wing and unbuttoning his first couple buttons. Lily's hair was falling out in places, but it was still pretty somehow. Sirius had clicked his microphone back into the stand to fix his ribbon. James adjusted his headband as he chugged a bottle of water. Lily made her way to the edge of the stage leaning over to shout towards you. The barrier wasn't that far away from the edge. The stars could easily reach the crowd but the fans were excited and cheered. She asked if you wanted a water. You shook your head. Lily distracted the fans around you by high-fiving them and speaking to them. You looked back to the rest of the band. You saw Sirius and James standing next to each other talking. James glanced over at you, making awkward eye contact. You quickly looked away.

Sirius started speaking into the mic again, introducing the next song as the last. Lily stood straight, taking her place again. Sirius started to sing again, the lyrics were quite flirtatious. You felt flushed even though the words weren't directed towards you. As Sirius approached the chorus he walked along the edge of the stage reaching into the crowd so the audience grazed his hand. He stopped in front of you and made eye contact with you. Sirius leaned down, gently holding onto your chin. You could see now that he was also wearing a shiny lipgloss. A lipgloss you greatly wanted to kiss off. Your mouth parted as he stared at you with his eyes as he repeated the coquettish words, dragging out his vowels. The fans around you were lightly touching his arm but all his attention was on you. As the chorus ended he straightened up, moving back towards the band.

Their set ended soon after that, the crowd filtering out. Lily told you to wait by the door to the backstage, outside in the lobby. You busied yourself reading a pamphlet for tourist attractions you found on a nearby wall. The door squeaked when it opened, you ignored it vaguely interested in the nearby museums.

"Oh hey." You heard someone say. You had seen a lot of people meet up in the lobby, screaming and jumping into each other's arms. You thought it was adorable. You were just waiting on Lily or Peter to come out and give you a similar hug. "Hello?" You glanced up when the same voice was closer. The vocalist was standing in front of you now. He was wearing a large band shirt now and his lipgloss looked smeared. Sirius was still decked in his leather shorts and fishnets but now he was wearing knee high socks and sneakers as opposed to the boots from before. You stared at him blankly.

"You were in the crowd, right?" Sirius asked, a small smile spreading across his lips. You quickly nodded.

"Oh yeah I was, I'm actually friends with Lily. In case you were wondering why she was talking to me earlier." You explained. You thought it might be a bit strange to see someone standing outside the backstage door. You felt a little stalkerish just being there in general.

"From uh pottery?" You nodded, much to his delight. "Yeah Peter and her told us a lot about you actually. I just didn't expect you'd be so-" he fell into silence. You jerked your head to the side, urging him to finish his sentence.

"So what?"

"Well hot if I'm being crass." You laughed at him. Now he was considering himself crass? Like he wasn't arching his back on stage and flirting with a massive crowd all with his ass peaking out his shorts? He smiled at you laugh but gave you a confused look.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. But it's silly to me that you think calling me hot is crass, but crawling on all fours and arching your back in front of hundreds isn't." Sirius chuckled at you, holding his hands up in defense.

"Oh so now youre slut shaming me? Wow okay." You shook your head with a bright smile.

"Oh no I'm not slut shaming, I love sluts. In more ways than one. I'm just pointing out the irony of it all." He let out a small laugh. Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets. You noticed now his hair was down the red ribbon gone. It fell down his shoulder as he laughed.

"You love sluts do you?" You looked away from Sirius as the door opened again. This time James came out, a long coat pulled around him. His headband was gone and he had a leather jacket thrown over his arm. He smiled at Sirius.

"Hey babe, you forgot your jacket. You're going to freeze to death out there." James greeted Sirius with a small peck to his lips. You pressed the back of your head against the wall behind you. You had a feeling they were together, Sirius leaned against him too often for them not to. James threw the leather jacket over Sirius' shoulders. Sirius turned back to you with a bright smile. He elbowed James and introduced you both. James nodded excitedly complimenting your clothes. You complimented his pants in return. He happily turned around to showcase the 'man slut' embroidered onto the pockets with swirly letters. Sirius slapped his ass making James turn around with a scowl.

"You love sluts right?" Sirius asked. You rolled your eyes. Sirius patted James' chest with the back of his hand. He muttered something into James' ear. James started furiously searching his pockets as Sirius started talking to you again.

"So actually me and him were talking about this before but um-" James smacked a black sharpie into Sirius' hand. "We actually both thought you were really cool looking. We know this might be a little confusing for you so I was wondering if we could give you our numbers and we could catch a movie or dinner together?" Sirius uncapped the marker and stared at you for your answer. You stared at him with a clueless smile. He raised an eyebrow as your silence dragged on. You startled yourself awake, standing up straight again.

"Sorry what's up? I'm really tired, dude. I can't hear out of my left ear right now and I think my ribcage is vibrating. And I could kill for like some really fucking good egg rolls and pot stickers like fuck man. Could you repeat that?" You kept your eyes wide open as you stared at Sirius to keep yourself from falling asleep with your eyes open and standing, again. Sirius snorted and glanced at James.

"We're poly." Sirius explained. You smiled between them nodding.

"Okay cool. I mean I don't really know why you're coming out to me, but you know I support you guys." Sirius shook his head at you.

"No like we're poly and we like you. We think you're attractive." James explained further. You oh-ed, tilting your head back.

"Well now why were you all cryptic before? You could've just said that." You looked to Sirius. He rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, we wanted to give you our numbers so we could set up a date with you." Sirius added holding up the sharpie. You nodded.

"Oh of course." You pulled up your sleeve and stuck out your arm. Sirius quickly bent over your arm and started writing away. You made light conversation with James as he did. You told him all about your plans with Lily and Peter after this. Sirius stood up again and handed the marker to James. James started writing away again. He pulled away and you looked down. Their numbers were written small though not illegible and towards your wrist. Then towards your inner elbow was both their signatures.

"You could crop out our numbers and post a picture of our signatures, just in case." Sirius said, puffing his chest out slightly. James handed you the closed sharpie, smiling at you brightly. You nodded at Sirius. The door opened again, the last three band members making their way out. Remus was a much larger sweater and had a messenger bag across his body. Lily had a red coat tied around her and Peter's eyes still had a dark shadow around them like he tried to rub off his eyeliner and gave up. Remus said goodbye to them all and left quickly, pulling headphones over his ears. Lily grimaced at the sight of James and Sirius standing next to you.

"Oh what did you subject this poor soul to?" Lily groaned, latching onto your wrist and pulling you towards her.

"Flirtation." Sirius said proudly. Lily shook her head giving you a tight hug.

"I'll never leave you alone again I promise. I know that must've been scary for you." Lily said cupping your face. You nodded exaggeratedly. She cooed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Sirius scoffed. You held your hand out to James. He looked down at it.

"Oop that is mine." James plucked the sharpie out of your hand and shoved it into his pocket. Lily interlocked her elbow with yours. Peter did the same on your other side, leading you two towards the door.

"How do you guys feel about egg rolls?" Peter asked, looking at you and Lily. You looked up at the sky.

"Yes, god please!" Lily chuckled and patted your arm. You three left together as James and Sirius left after you. You separated and they disappeared off towards the other side of the parking lot, hand in hand. You doubted it would be the last you saw of them though. You were excited to message them later.

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SOCIAL MEDIA AU: Kildare Split Part 2: Rafe Cameron x reader

Introducing the girls:

Sarah Cameron, famed photographer, Rafe’s sister and one of y/n’s best friends.

Kiara Carrera, a famous model who lives in new York and sometimes follows her friends on tour.

Cleo:

Y/n’s absolute ride or die and Pope’s girlfriend.

Introducing the boys:

John B, professional surfer, Sarah’s boyfriend, and everyone’s friend

JJ Maybank, another pro surfer good enough to rival his best friend, his only loyalty is to the pogues but he tolerates the kooks

Pope Hayward, loyal friend to all but his girlfriend will kill him if he wasn’t mostly loyal to y/n

Kelce, Topper and Rafe’s childhood best friend who goes where they go while also doing his own thing

Bonus!!

A bombshell has entered the vila, stay tuned to find out who she is to our main characters

#rafe cameron au #rafe cameron smau #rafe cameron imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe fic #outerbanks rafe #rafe social media au

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still-not-over-transformers · 7 months

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Hellooo!! I was wondering if you could do a poly! Optimus Prime x Fem! Human! Reader x poly! Megatron where the reader has ADHD thankss♡♡

I hope I respectfully honored your request. And I hope you enjoyed my work. Since no continuity was specified, I'm making it open to individual interpretation :3

Under Pressure

Optimus x Megatron x Female Human Reader POLY

Word Count: 900

Warnings: None

It had been a rather stressful day for (Y/N). At work, your boss had unexpectedly sprung a group presentation project that he had assigned you to without consulting you. To make matters worse, there was a very tight timeline the project had to be completed by, on top of the other work projects you already had on your desk. It honestly felt like your boss wanted to watch you have a mental breakdown. After this bombshell, you spent the rest of your shift struggling to come up with any ideas for your portion of the project, and you felt a migraine creep up as you struggled to focus. After feeling burnt out mentally, you clocked out at the end of your long shift and couldn’t leave your workplace faster.

As you stepped into the employee parking lot, a familiar semi-truck was waiting for you in the guest-parking section. You stepped onto the bar side step and climbed your way inside of the cab, quietly sitting in the passenger-side seat. After a few seconds of silence, Optimus spoke up “How was work today?” You paused a moment before responding hesitantly, “It… could’ve been a better shift.” Optimus was concerned by your response, but he could tell (Y/N) probably didn’t want to share details quite yet, so he wouldn’t press the issue for now. “I see. Would you like to listen to music on the drive home? You can choose whatever station you prefer,” his tone was gentle as he concealed his growing worry. You leaned towards the center console and tuned the radio to your favorite station, hoping the music would ease some of your stress, “Thanks, Optimus.”

The rest of the drive was marked by silence as neither (Y/N) nor Optimus said a word. Eventually, Optimus would pull into a small and secluded base before coming to a stop. The passenger-side door opened, and as you began to climb down from the cab Optimus couldn’t help but speak. “(Y/N), if there’s anything ever on your mind, know I am always ready to lend an audio receptor,” he spoke softly, as if afraid he might scare you off. You paused for a moment before smiling quaintly, “Again, thank you Optimus but I’m okay, I promise you.” You stepped off of the cab and headed inside the base. Shortly afterwards, Optimus transformed out of his alt mode and slowly followed after you, being unable to shake the feeling you were ‘not’ actually okay.

You made your way inside the base, you typed a code into the private quarters you shared with Optimus and Megatron. The doors opened for you, and you immediately went towards a large couch and collapsed on the thick cushions. As you attempt to calm your mind, a large servo gently presses on your shoulder. As you glance up you see none other than Megatron looking down upon you with a coy smile, “If it isn’t my stunning rose, beautiful as her thorns are sharp. How was your day?” Despite the pressure and stress you felt, Megatron’s cute pet names for you never ceased to make you blush. “Today was— it… honestly was terrible” you frowned, unable to fake how you truly felt.

Hearing this, Megatron’s smile slowly faded and he knelt down before you, his gaze locked onto yours. “Did someone harm you? If so, they will surely pay for offending my rose…” His ruby optics narrowed and burned with anger. Not wanting any more stress, you quickly grasped his servo, “No, no— Please just… Don’t.” Megatron paused at your words and relaxed his frame, albeit confused. At this moment, Optimus made his way into your shared chambers, carrying a human-sized mug of tea in his servos on a tiny, human-sized tray and drawing Megatron’s attention. “I didn’t mean to bother you, (Y/N), but I could tell on our drive here that you were distressed, so I thought some tea might help,” he spoke softly as he handed the mug to (Y/N).

You smiled up at Optimus as you took the mug of tea, wondering as to how he managed to prepare a human-sized portion of tea in a human-sized mug, “You’re too sweet… Both of you.” As you glanced at both Megatron and Optimus, they sat on either side of you on the massive Cybertronian-sized couch that had been custom-made. Megatron fluffed up a human-sized pillow you had purchased and laid it against your back before softly wrapping a servo around your right shoulder, “We are here to listen to you, (Y/N). And decimate your manager if you permit us to.” Optimus briefly shot dagger at Megatron, clearly disagreeing with any form of unnecessary violence as usual. “I’m certain Megatron means to state that both of us are here to support you and comfort you in whatever way you require. And that you should know you are the most valuable, talented, capable, and beautiful being in the entire universe.” Optimus wrapped his servo around your left shoulder and leaned closer to you, his signature soft smile across his faceplate as he gazed down at you.

Despite the pressure and stress of the day, you could find some respite and comfort in the arms of lovers. And certainly, they would be more than willing to assist you in relieving your workplace endeavors….

- Thank You, I hope you enjoyed this fluff :3

#transformers #decepticons #transformers oneshot #transformers prime #transformers rotb #transformers x reader #megatron x optimus x reader #transformers poly x reader #megatron x reader #optimus x reader #optimus x megatron #transformers x reader insert

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amailboxlemur · 2 months

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Simon thoughts for season 3

My poor poor baby 💔💔💔💔

I love Simon. So much. And this season… he’s really going through it. Like the Erik bombshell really took over in episode 5 but up until then I genuinely think Simon was even more of a main character than Wille. I’m so glad they brought him back to the forefront this season.

Right off the bat, Simon is uncomfortable this season. He wants the trial? Settlement? Legal process? To just be over with. He hates that his classmates are staring at him. He wishes Wille gave him a heads up before the speech so he could have prepared himself.

His family life is a mess. Linda has finally clocked what’s going on and doesn’t trust him. Like I get it, he did steal and sell drugs. But also, he’s not using and more than anything he just got himself into a messed up situation. And it feels unfair that she missed what was going on for so long but now that she knows she’s acting like Simon is CURRENTLY drug dealing. Seeing him breakdown to Linda was absolutely heart wrenching, I’ve been waiting for the Simon breakdown and Omar did not disappoint.

And he’s not speaking to Sara. After doing everything to protect her for years she’s betrayed him in the worst way. I also think it’s interesting that they really leaned into SARA hating Micke and Simon only cut him off for her sake. After she comes home crying when Micke disappoints yet again it seems they’re on the path to mending their relationship but we’re not there yet.

Then there’s the online hate. It’s so easy to fall prey to the endless stream of negativity. Wille doesn’t understand, it’s always been his life and he’s probably at least somewhat accustomed to tuning it out. So Simon feels so alone in this. I also think the “the ones that like me only like me because I’m with wille” comment is very telling. It probably feels so fake and shallow to him. There’s also the “typical Latino” comment which… ick. I can’t imagine that’s the only comment of the sort out there.

So what does Simon do? He tries to carve out some positivity. He posts his song and receives some good comments immediately. He meets a young child who looks up to him. And gets a call right away from Wille that kind of… deflates his good mood. Why is Wille being left to “handle” Simon. And I can understand Wille trying to be gentle about it, but Simon just doesn’t understand the “rules” of the Royal court. It’s just an all around mess.

And then it gets worse. He starts getting hate comments even on his song. The kids at school are making fun of him. He even says he doesn’t love singing anymore which breaks my heart because music has always defined Simon. He gets a rock thrown through his window!! And the police are saying “ah yes, probably just a prank”.

No wonder he deletes his social media, no wonder he’s deleting himself. Nothing he does is right. The moment he gives in and joins the hillerska protest is so heartbreaking. From now on, these are the only ideals he gets to stand up for.

But he’s still insecure about his place with Wille. When Wille is distant after finding out about Erik, Simon immediately thinks he’s the problem, that he’s asking too many questions about what to wear to Wille’s birthday.

I want wilmon endgame. I believe in wilmon endgame. But Simon absolutely needed to take that pause at the end of episode 5. I hope they can save what they have without breaking up first. I hope they can have a genuinely honest all cards on the table conversation. I hope Simon can really let himself be fully vulnerable. And I hope to god wille listens, hears him and moves heaven and earth to make the situation better for Simon. Because the way it’s been going isn’t working.

I also can’t post this without a massive WOW to Omar’s acting this season. The role of Simon has always been complex but subtle. This season he really brings it with the big emotions.

#young royals #yr s3 spoilers #simon eriksson #omar rudberg

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mortdubonheurmasculin · 1 year

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#esther phillips #bombshell tunes #fav #Spotify #music box

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wandanatss · 8 months

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heart in hand - chapter one;

things haven't been the same since you came into my life

summary: Summer of 1995 finds you in a cafe with a new-to-town Natasha Romanov. Little do you know, this day is going to change your life.

warning(s): swearing, slight mentions of guns & bullying.

word count: 1,087 words

author's note: i don't have access to the app i use to make covers/headers/dividers for my fics, so this canva one i threw together literally five minutes ago looks good enough. the dividers i used are by @cafekitsune. reblogs would help <3 i'm open to constructive criticism! i especially hope that one anon who helped a lot earlier likes it!

It all began in the summer of ‘95, in a little shop north of town. You sat there every day for want of something to do, someone to talk to. Being the friendless nerd was fine during the school year, but in the summer you always shifted from being alone to lonely.

Your fingers tapped out an errant beat on the countertop, and you hummed a mindless tune. Your eyes droved over the menu as though your were trying to find something you wanted; as though you hadn’t already memorized it in your countless trips to the shop. In the end, though, you picked your usual - a sandwich, a doughnut, and a Coke. Picking the items up off of the counter once you got them, you sat at the only empty table there - a two-seater near the very back, where no one could see you. Figures. Invisible everywhere in the world, it seemed.

As you started to munch on the sandwich, interspersed with sips of your drink, your eyes watched the windows. Maybe you’d have your ‘movie moment’, where someone walked in that you fell in love with. Maybe it would be the person of your dreams. You looked down for a moment to pick up the cup, and within those few seconds, the door opened and a bell jingled. You looked up.

Y/n: I don’t know, it was fate or something. This absolute bombshell of a girl walked in. Her coppery-red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her eyes were bright, and she had the perfect red lip. She wore a thin white shirt, clinging to her with sweat. Her shorts were blue, and truly made her look like she had legs for days. When she ordered and got her food, she just wandered around for a minute before she saw me. Saw the seat in front of me. She smiled, asking if she could sit. Of course, I agreed. Neither of us knew it yet, but it was the start of something truly iconic. The girl, of course, was Natasha Romanov. We were both seventeen at the time.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

You introduced yourself, and started to make small talk about the weather – sweat-soaked Natasha’s body was a sight to see, and under the A/C breeze, her hair fluttered around her face. You were flushed, but you could pass it off to the heat, too. As Natasha waved over a waitress and placed her own order (a strawberry milkshake and a sandwich), you took the time to observe her.

She had her bicycle keys in her pocket, and two bracelets hanging from her arm. One was beaded, with the little alphabet charms reading N A T in different colours. The other was a few simple strings wound together and tied, giving the effect of a young child having made it. Now that you were closer to her, you could see the bottom of her hair bleached and cool-toned, showing her having dyed it blue a while back.

“Y/n? Do you want something too?” asked Natasha, a silent smirk in her eyes. She knew what you were doing.

Eventually, once the waitress was gone, you and Natasha struck up an easy flowing conversation. She confessed that she had biked here in the heat to get out of town, have her own ‘summer experience’. She was new. That explained why she hadn’t been in high school with you. You smiled and told her all about the high school she’d likely be joining, and joked about how she should make it a point to stay away from you. It would be social suicide, you explained.

Natasha turned slightly away at the comment, something catching her eyes, but looked back with a frown on her face.

“I think people should be lucky to know you, Y/n. You’re a good – a good friend.”

Through the chat you have with her, you discover that not only can she play the guitar, but also the drums. She can also sing, insanely well if the competition awards aren’t a lie, and she’s just a fucking dream. She gave you her home-phone number, and her address. Call me, she wrote on the paper napkin, like she was some kind of rogueish flirt and not a schoolgirl still in her teens.

You took the napkin home with you and pinned it onto a little board, fingers moving over the bumps in the paper where she had pressed too hard with the pen. Call me. Come over sometime. You smiled, idling near the telephone. Maybe you would call her later, you thought.

Natasha Romanov: Y/n, they were an interesting person. My first friend who wasn’t my sister. We’d both been adopted, and been the town freaks for a while. Yelena, she was all spite and rage packed into a little spitfire of a ten-year-old child. It didn’t help that she wanted to give her opinions freely. It was my job to protect her, and when that backfired, we had to move. This far into the story, you already know I wouldn’t be too cut up about it. I had my sister and my adoptive parents. End of fuckin’ story, right? And then the chapter turned. After I met Y/n that day, everything changed. I finally had a reason to stay in the new town. I had made a friend.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

As you lay in bed that night, all hot and bothered about the day you’ve had, words start to form in your mind. Fragments; not enough to be worth writing, but you can see where you’ve started to... well, you’ve started thinking up a song.

The next morning, you wake up from a rather pleasant dream to hammering on your bedroom door.

“Wake up, kid! It’s time to go!”

Oh. It was your mother, a staunch stickler for early-birds-get-the-worm. You would’ve far preferred to sleep in, especially in the summer, but the thoughts from the previous night – the song you thought of – had finally almost fully formed in your mind. You were eager to pen it down in case you forgot, but first, to appease your mother, you showered and had some cereal. Then you were back in your room, ready to write.

She’s got blue hair and a pretty pink smile

Looks that can kill and hands in mine

She’s a girl she’s a gun she’s the newest chapter

She’s a dream and what my heart’s been chasin’ after…

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my-soupy-brain · 4 months

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could you write anything with plus size ted lasso x plus size reader 🥺👉👈

happy holidays 🎄

As a full-figured unicorn myself, I appreciate this ask! I think Ted would be so into it. He likes to be warm and snuggly and boy howdy is a curvy body good for snugglin'. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Cuddle, cute and smut - HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Ted couldn't help his eyes and where they went.

Whenever you walked in the room, or down the hallway, his eyes always roamed.

You dressed modestly at work. You saw how Rebecca carried her own curves and if you had the money (and time) you'd love to drape yourself in designer garments made for curves.

But your skirts and blouses did their job, keeping you professional at AFC Richmond.

And those were just fine for Ted Lasso.

"What are you lookin' at, Coach?" Beard asked, seeing Ted staring down the hallway where you were departing. Ted didn't answer for a second.

"Coach?"

"Huh?"

"I said what are you looking at?"

Ted watched you turn right and leave his field of vision. And oh God, to him, you were a vision.

"Uhhh..."

"Why don't you ask her out?" Beard asked with a smirk, knowing what Ted was gawking at.

"What? No. Don't be silly. She's just a friend."

"A friend you can't stop staring at. A friend who makes you speechless, even when I'm right in your ear?"

Ted nods and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Ask her out. You get along. She's fun. You clearly enjoy each other..."

Ted frowns and furrows his brow, nodding. "Mmmhm, let's go get Roy and talk strategy."

...

Ted finds you at the coffee machine humming a little tune, swaying your hips as you pour in your sugar.

Sugar. Oh, he'd love to call you 'sugar.'

Ted clears his throat. "Hey there, good mornin'."

You get startled by him behind you, and you smile brightly. "Oh, good morning, Ted! How's your day?"

"It's goin' OK. 'Scuse me," he says, opening a cabinet above you to grab a mug, his hand on the low curve of your back, making you shiver.

The tension could be cut with a knife.

Since starting at the club, Ted was... a dream. His smile. The way his eyes lit up and crinkled at the corner. His laugh. His voice. That deep Kansas drawl that made your back tingle, like his hand on your back...where it still is...unmoving.

Ted takes a breath and removes his hand.

You look at each other for a moment that feels like a lifetime.

"Say..." Ted starts, while you stir your coffee and smile. He stops, lost in your eyes.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Would you...wanna grab dinner sometime?" Ted asks pensively, staring at the coffee in his cup, the steam rising, his own body temperature spiking in nervousness.

Your heart almost drops in your chest.

"Really?"

Ted quickly backtracks. "Y'know, just for fun. It doesn't have to be...y'know, a..."

"A date?"

"Yeah, that."

"What if... it's okay if it's a date?" you ask with a smile. Ted smiles, too.

"Then sure, it's a date."

...

And that's how you found yourself across a candlelit table at a small Italian restaurant in Richmond.

You opted for something more bold to wear. A cute red dress you bought at a boutique on a shopping excursion with Rebecca and Keeley. Higher price than you'd like to pay, but the girls said you looked like a bombshell.

You weren't sure about that. You couldn't help keeping your arms around your middle. Pulling and tucking where you felt self-conscious.

But Ted. The way he looked at you when he saw you outside.

"My, my, look at you," Ted said with a low, husky voice. Almost as if his thoughts escaped without censure. "I mean, you look lovely."

You blushed wildly and Ted opened the door and led you inside, his hand on your lower back again.

In Ted's mind, the curve of your ass, the way your hips moved, the way your hair flowed...

Down, boy.

He couldn't stop looking at your chest. The swell of your breasts in the dress. The way they bounced when you laughed.

The way your cheeks blushed.

The way your smile lit up his whole world.

Dinner was delightful. Sharing stories, sharing wine, giggling. You loved Ted's stories and anecdotes, and he seemed equally charmed by yours.

When he walked you home, he struggled to not want to hold your hand. But when you near your front step, he takes the chance.

His big hand grabs yours gently, his fingers dancing with yours. And at the front step...

"Thanks for the lovely evening, Ted. I hope we can...do it again sometime."

Ted smiled bright, happy that you enjoyed it as much as he did.

"I would...love that."

You wait a second and take a small breath, deciding to go for it.

"Would you...like to come inside?"

"Yes ma'am!"

...

Ted watched you pour a glass of wine for each of you. And he couldn't help the way his eyes glazed over as you walked back toward the couch, sat down, and crossed your legs.

Those thighs. He wants to kiss every inch of you...

Ted sets his wine glass down and looks at you.

"Listen, I wanna be honest..."

You take a breath.

"Lemme guess, you wanna be friends?"

Ted's stunned for a second. "What?"

You smile sadly. "I... know you're going through your divorce. And I know you've been dating Sassy. It's OK if this was..."

Ted stops you.

"I'm not dating Sassy," Ted corrects. "Sassy was..."

"Pretty?"

You're trying to swallow down your insecurities. You know Sassy. She's smart and witty but beautiful and...

"Sassy was a mistake."

Stunned. Silence.

"I really, really like you," Ted says, his voice low again, vulnerable but sexy.

"I really, really, really like you," you add, smiling, blushing wildly. Ted moves closer.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" he asks nervously, his eyes looking into your eyes, then at your lips.

"I'd like that."

His lips touch yours and your eyes flutter closed, your mouths moving in unison, his hand coming around your hip, the other cupping your face.

His tongue teases your lips and you open to him, and it deepens. The most incredible kiss of your life. Ted pulls away, his breath quick.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispers to your lips, which are now moving under your ear, down your neck.

His hands run down your body, your skin tight and tingling at the sensation. At the need. Your soft moan drives him wild, your body warm and hot and tender...

"God, and I've wanted to touch you..." Ted murmurs to your skin, kissing your collarbone, his hand running back up and over your breast.

"These curves drive me wild," Ted mumbles, his kisses getting more intense along your skin. "I...God, you're just..."

Your lips find each other's again, and Ted encourages you to his lap, your dress pushing up over your thighs, tight around your hips, and Ted moans, a deep, masculine sound from his chest.

The way your mouths move together, the way he nibbles your bottom lip. The way his mustache feels against your lips, the way your fingers feel in his hair...

Your hands roam down to his chest and you moan again, and you've never been so turned on.

"God, Ted..." you whisper, kissing his jaw, his neck...

"Bedroom?" you ask and Ted nods. "Please."

...

Ted Lasso knows what he's doing.

His lips are between your full thighs, his big hands wrapped around the soft skin, the way he moves them up your belly and sides. The way they knead your chest.

When he climbs back up to you, your chest heaving for air from an insane climax from his mouth, you pull his lips to yours and his body settles between your legs, which you wrap around him.

"I can't stop touchin' ya, sugar," he says, kissing down your neck again, his lips wrapping around your breast, your nipple.

He finally got to call you 'sugar' and it feels so right, your body so sweet...

When he slides into your body it's a feeling of fullness like no other. Ted Lasso...

His hips. Your hips. His breath. Your breath. His moans. Your moans.

"Ted...I'm..."

"Yeah, baby, come for me. I want to see your beautiful body come..."

It sends you over the edge quick and fast, hearing him say those things, his hands squeezing your plushy flesh at your hips and thighs, his head tucked near your breasts, and then your neck.

"That beautiful body is an instrument I wanna play over and over again," Ted murmurs, joining you in climax, your name on his lips, pet names he loves to say...

...

In the morning, Ted is wrapped behind you, his hand on your tummy, holding you close. You smile as the sun peeks through the curtains.

When you stir, he smiles, his lips brushing your shoulder.

"You awake, sugar?" he asks, peppering your skin with kisses.

"I am," you smile.

He snuggles up tighter to you, his cock hard behind you against your ass again, making him groan.

"You're so damn incredible," he whispers, nibbling your ear. "It's never felt so good."

You turn in his arms.

"Same for me. I'm... still... God, Ted. I never thought I'd get to be with you..."

Ted smirks and is curious. "Why? You're gorgeous and smart, and funny and bright. And don't get me started on this body..." he says, his eyes and hands roaming again.

"Well, because... I just thought you maybe had a type..."

Ted stops and looks at you. "Type?"

"I'm not Sassy. Or Michelle. I'm..." you say, your eyes drifting down your body.

"Better than that," he finishes, kissing your lips, his hand cupping your jaw again, gentle and warm.

"I know what you're gettin' at, darlin', but I ain't bitin'," he says, his deep hazel eyes looking into yours. His hair is flopped over his forehead adorably, and he's even more scrumptious like this.

"You know what I love about ya?" he asks sweetly. "I love how your hips sway when you walk. I love how your breasts bounce when you laugh. I love the way your cheeks blush when you smile. I love how warm you are to snuggle with, how soft your skin is... how you wrap those perfect curves around my body..."

Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses your neck, your chest against the hair of his, making you spark up again.

"But your brain and your humor and your kindness and gentle nature... I mean, you're the whole package, sugar. I'm the lucky fella that got to take you home."

You hum and smile.

"And I'm damn lucky," Ted says, rolling between your legs, nuzzling your neck with his perfect nose. "And I'd be a damn fool to not do it again and again and again..."

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My writing is rusty, I apologize. I love romantic friends-to-lovers stories so that's where I went with this. I hope it checked the box? I'm trying to dust off my writing skills again. It's been a few weeks. I do think Ted would be just... enamored with a plus size partner. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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You were starting to see why your college friends had put on so much weight here since they moved in together. While yes relationship weight gain wasn’t that big of a shock, 150 pounds between the two of them was a bit of a surprise. You were in their city to go to a festival over the weekend and needed a place to crash and your friends were more than happy to let you stay the weekend! You were unphased by their texts that said some things had changed here and brushed them off… until they opened the door for you.

You knocked at their door ready to have a great weekend and to catch up with some old friends, and were surprised at how long it was taking for someone to come to the door. Looking down to check your phone that you had the right address the door in front of you opened and you couldn’t believe the sight before you. The last time you saw Jules they had been absolutely ripped, with toned thighs and huge biceps. They were always in the gym and told you constantly about how they wanted to compete in non-binary body building competitions. But the Jules in front of you was a far cry from that. Jules had packed at least 60 pounds onto her small 5ft. 2 frame and every pound showed. Their arms and thighs were even bigger than they were in college but now they had a consistent jiggle to them that couldn’t be ignored. Their belly peaked out of the ill fitting tank top they were wearing and was starting to curve over their waistband. Their chest was barley contained by the top, their cleavage barley hidden in the tank top. That’s to say nothing of their ass which was so big you could see it from the front of them.

Your gaze of disbelief was interpreted by Jules who, using some of that old strength, pulled you inside and into a bear hug. “Oh my God it’s so good to see you again! Thanks for reaching out to us!” Said Jules excitedly as despite their new weight they had seemingly lost little of their strength as they squeezed the breath from you before they let go. “Yeah likewise!” You said after Jukes let you go and your breath returned, “although your texts about things being a little different do make a lot more sense now Jules like what happened to you?!?” You asked bewildered by the change in your friend. But before Jules could respond, a familiar voice came from the other room. “Jul~es” it hummed. “Is that our guest or is it the delivery person again” “yeah it’s them babe we’ll be right in!” Jules yelled back becoming you into the living room where again you were left shocked.

Sitting on the couch was your other college friend Katie, who had been a bombshell in college and had practically worshiped Jules fit body in envy. While still hot, this Katie was completely different. She, like Jules, had gained weight but to the tune of 90 pounds! Standing up to come hug you you saw how she wiggled at the slightest moment now. She had the startings of a double belly that you could see through her tight shirt which was accompanied by a plush lower body that almost could be described as marshmallowy. She had a softer face and a double chin that was present no matter what. But the biggest change was her boobs. They had gotten massive and each was now bigger than your head if not more so. They were in a bra and you could see her nipples pressing into the fabric. Hell you could tell them press into you when you Katie came in for a hug. Breaking off the hug with you she stepped over and hugged her beloved Jules, kissing them as the two of them briefly nuzzled noses.

“So…” you said unsure how to breach the subject, ”you guys seem uh different. Happy, but different.” You said a bit nervously, not wanting to offend either of them. “Omg I know right!” Said Katie radiating energy like she normally did, “here sit down well tell you all about it!” You did and were told of how on one of Jules bulks for body building they had an accident leaving them in bed for about a week. During this time Katie started trying to make Jules normal workout shakes and instead made these calorie dense sweet shakes that both of them got kinda hooked on. By the time Jules could get out of bed they had both put on weight and they both loved it! Since then they had just been letting things be and eating good and letting the weight come. You could tell there was something they weren’t telling you but you weren’t gonna push. All that mattered was that your friends were happy and in love. Moving in to more mundane topics the three of you caught up on everything from life to work and everything in between before you had ti head out to go to the festival.

You returned later that night but far earlier than you were hoping as the festival had been rained out. Sopping wet you know stood outside the door to your friend’s home digging around to fine where you put the sore key they gave you. Finding it you quietly opened the door and as you shut it as you heard strange sounds from within. You could of sworn it was the sounds of moans and … eating? Confused you walked down the hallway to the living room where the newly heftycouple was and got the third time today you were speechless.

Jules and Katie were both on their hands and knees and naked. Their big fat bodies were huddled over a trough that had been set up in the living room that was full of cake and frosting. They were facedown only looking up to lick frosting off the face of the other one which would momentarily turn into a make out session. You said nothing as you stood there not believing the display of gluttony before you. Eventually Katie noticed you out of the corner of her eye and her face darted to you, eyes wife and speechless as a hot red shame spread across her face. But before she could say anything Jules reached up and grabbed her face, shoving it back down into the trough. “Oh honey you don’t get to stop we’re not done yet! Cmon eat for me” said Jules in a sultry tone and sure enough after a moment of resistance Katie went back to blissfully gorging herself. Jules then turned to you and in the same sultry tone said “listen why don’t you come give us a hand… or join us to finish off this meal” you stood there for a moment unsure of what to do but you knew that if you didn’t get out of your wet clothes you were going to catch a cold so regardless you started to strip.

You walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the trough as the two of them went back to eating. At first you were planning on just watching here but the sweet smell was enticing. “One taste can’t hurt?” You thought to yourself as you dragged a finger into the trough and brought it too your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your whole body shuttered, it was the best thing you had ever eaten. Without thinking you grabbed another handful and leaned closer to the trough to make sure none of your treat fell out of your reach. The second bite was better than the first and with this you lost all restraint. You put your head into the trough and started ravenously eating like your old fat college friends. It was like pure ecstasy as you ate with just your mouth, understanding how your friend had put on so much weight. You would occasionally bump into one of them while eating and the two of you would stop eating and instead try and lick the cake off each others faces, lapping at the messy sweetness of each other.

After a while the trough started to get empty and Jules and Katie both sat back, nurturing their stuffed bellies but not you. You stayed at the trough desperate for more. You continued to eat until you licked the entire trough clean. Then and only then did you sit back face hot with a mix of gluttony and sudden shake as you realized just what you had done. “Awe look at you,” Katie teased in her sing-songy voice “don’t worry hon everyone looses it their first time. I practically ate the entire thing myself when Jules got it for us.” She moved over next to you on one side as Jules moved your other. They both held you right and caressed your swollen belly, giving you compliments on how well you had done and how cute your belly was. It was at that moment that all the Shame you felt went away and you were left with just a sense of overwhelming happiness. You thought to yourself, “if I could stay here… I think I might just be happy and content with like everything” these happy thoughts were the last things in your head as you drifted off to sleep.

One week later———————

The three of you were back at the trough, which tonight was filled entirely with bacon mac and cheese. You decided to extend your visit to spend some more time with your friends and to see what this feedism stuff was all about. You had spent almost every meal this week at the trough as for your friends it was like it was a dining table. Your stomach had been packed full by the end of each day as Jules sweet gainer shakes pumped you full with extra calories once you had eaten at the trough. The three of you had almost immediately stopped wearing clothes as you realized that the outfits your fiends had on when you first came were exceptions to the norm rather than the common practice and you were keen to join them.

It had only been a week but you had packed on at least 5 pounds to you frame. With the weight settling all over giving you just a general all around softness to you. Your fiends made sure to tease you and praise you for the weight you were putting on and these sessions often turned into messy make outs and more. In one Katie almost smothered you with her tits and in another Jules day on your face, their massive ass enveloping you. You were in love with the couple and how open they were to having you gain and sleep with them excited to see someone as excited as them about gaining weight. It was why as you sat there, face down in the trough, you couldn’t help but wonder how big the three of you would get. As Katie’s tits already were on the floor when she kneeled down to eat, Jules couldn’t keep their massive ass arched up in the air the entire time making them have to take breaks due to its weight, and you were still struggling you eat past your normal capacity but expanding your stomach every night. But all three of you were encouraging each other and it became almost an unstoppable gluttony cycle that you never wanted to leave.

#feedee feeder #gaining weight on purpose #stuffed fatty #nonbinary feedee #queer feedee #mutual weight gain #nonbinary chub #mutual gaining #trough

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i have a question, isn't dhanishta a nakshatra of marital discord and celibacy (since it's also the nakshatra of Bhishma and we know about his vow of celibacy) then why do people here associate with being a "bombshell"? Is is just because of Marilyn Monroe?

this is a very good observation

Mars nakshatras in general are inauspicious for marriage because Mars energy is incompatible (due to a variety of its themes as well as its very nature) with stability, romance, long term commitment etc

being a bombshell just means you're sexy lol you can be sexy and still have bad romantic relationships or just be celibate entirely. Marilyn Monroe herself is a very good example.

Mars nakshatra influence manifests in many ways. Mostly it makes others interested in you for your body/sexuality or you're completely tuned out of it at all and like you mentioned remain celibate. It's like either people want you because you're highly desirable ("bombshell") or they don't want you at all. High desirability causes discord in relationships because you don't as a Martian woman feel valued for who you are as a person, you feel like you only have your sexuality to offer. Celibacy and often Martian women are forced to remain celibate (the reasons differ according to the naks) and are disconnected from channeling their sexuality. Both extremes are unfortunate which is why Mars in general is considered inauspicious for marriages & relationships. The energy is too volatile for anything steady.

Claire had said that Mars makes a native externally corrosive but internally pleasant (I'm paraphrasing these aren't her exact words) and i think Martian "external corrosiveness" can manifest as repulsion from others. People are put off by you.

That said Martian women are highly sexual and known for their sex appeal (Adriana Lima, Kate Upton, Brooke Shields, Kim Kardashian, Monica Bellucci etc are some Martian women who come to mind) they are bombshells but it's kind of a double edged sword because you pull in a lot of people who are interested in you only in a superficial way.

All that said, I'm not saying that Martian women can't find love or get married but it will depend on the rest of the chart as Mars is a malefic planet and is the enemy of all things love & romance.

#mars #jyotish

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Mark Lewisohn's Star Witness

If you're familiar with Tune In, you've probably heard about it's marquee moment, in which Mark Lewisohn overturns the mythic story of how George Martin signed the Beatles to his label, Parlophone.

In extreme brief, here's the classic tale: Brian Epstein, having been rejected by nearly every record label in London, took the Beatles' demo tape to be cut to disc. The engineer liked the demo and called in Sid Colman, a music publisher with Ardmore & Beechwood, who liked their original songs and wanted the publishing rights. Brian didn't want a publishing contract without a recording contract, so Sid patched Brian through to George Martin, who found the Beatles rather rough around the edges, but with an undeniable spark. He brought the group in for a recording test, was won over by their humor, and signed them to Parlophone. Voila.

It follows in the Beatles canon that Brian and George M. weren't terribly impressed with how Ardmore & Beechwood handled promotion for "Love Me Do", so publishing for all Lennon-McCartney songs was handled by George M.'s friend/colleague Dick James starting with "Please Please Me."

Tune In tells a different story, based almost entirely on the testimony of one Kim Bennett, who was Sid Colman's assistant at the time. Here's Mark Lewisohn on the podcast Nothing Is Real, Season 7, Episode 7:

"But Kim Bennett, who was his [Sid's] assistant, he was the one who really tried to get the Beatles signed to a recording contract. He is very much the unknown hero in the Beatles story, so unknown that they don't know about him. And they were fed a line about how they were signed by George Martin that they always- they saw no reason to disbelieve, and therefore hold it true to this day but it's not right."

Bennett's version of the story, as related by Mark Lewisohn as the Truth in Tune In, diverges from the usual version once Sid Colman enters the picture. I'll take a stab at condensing it:

It's unknown how Brian ended up in George Martin's office, because Sid really didn't like George M., and wouldn't have called him. Nevertheless, Brian met with George M., but George was not impressed and didn't intend to follow up on the Beatles. Meanwhile, our hero, Kim Bennett, returned to the office of Ardmore & Beechwood, and his boss, Sid Colman, played the Beatles' demo for him. Kim, too, gets hooked on that Beatle Juice, and wants the publishing rights. Colman shops the Beatles' demo disc around EMI, but there are no bites, at which point Bennett comes up with the idea that they can propose that they'll foot the bill for the recording if EMI will sign the Beatles.

Colman takes Bennett's idea to one of the EMI bigwigs, L.G. Wood, but he isn't interested. At a later date, he brings it up again, and this time Wood agrees to the plan. He forces George Martin to sign the Beatles to Parlophone as a slap on the wrist; L.G. Wood was very cross with George M. for trying to negotiate during his contract renewal, and for having an affair with his secretary.

The Beatles are signed, "Love Me Do" is recorded, and Kim Bennett works doggedly behind the scenes to promote it. But when the time comes for the Beatles to push out another release, Ardmore & Bennett aren't given the publishing rights. Out of spite for having been forced into the situation, George M. convinces Brian that Ardmore & Bennett didn't do enough to promote "Love Me Do." Lennon-McCartney end up with Dick James as their publisher.

That's Lewisohn's version, and what a scoop! Yowza! A total bombshell disrupting a classic Beatles narrative! I'm sure he's got ironclad evidence to put something like this forward as a True Fact in the story of the Beatles, and not just a story he heard from one guy. The citations must be exhaustive. And surely Kim Bennett had never gone on the record about this issue before, particularly not in a way that contradicted what we see in Tune In--

Oh dear. Why, if it isn’t page 8 of Beatles Book issue 70, published May 1969, edited by Johnny Dean! The passage comes from a piece called "When did you Switch On?" (no author given), and it features some information provided by one Mr. Kim Bennett. Hmm! In 1969, Bennett said that Sid called George Martin to sell him on the Beatles, but in Tune In, Bennett swears that Sid Colman would never call George due to personal animosity. How curious!

Of course, we can't expect Mark Lewisohn to have every issue of Beatles Book Monthly memorized. That simply isn't fair. Sure, he freelanced answering trivia questions for it when it was re-printed (see Nothing Is Real Season 1, Episode 14), but there's no reason to expect that he'd know this issue particularly well, surely?

Mark Lewisohn on Ethan Alexanian's Fans On The Run podcast, Episode 73

"I just needed to see my name in the Beatles monthly."

Surely it couldn't be--

--but there it is. Beatles Book Issue 70, May 1969, edited by Johnny Dean, on page 14. The very next page after the piece ft. Kim Bennett ends:

Mark Lewisohn (10 1/2)

#mark lewisohn #tune in #the beatles #george martin #kim bennett #sid colman #lewi-sins #consider this an appetizer #wheels within wheels etc.#fought for my life trying to keep this brief #and lost

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