#the best midsize

[moyalucom]

The Best Restaurants in NYC For All the Food Lovers

The Best Restaurants in NYC For All the Food Lovers

New York City is a very exciting proposition all with great nightlife, luminous neon, classy restaurants and bars and the clubs. NYC is among the most thrilling cities in United States which truly never sleeps. This city offers a wide range of top class restaurants which are famous all over the world. New York restaurants keep open throughout the day and night. It allows all the guests to enjoy…

[corvidaedream]

frequently I will say to myself, especially in tourist-heavy times, i would like a more serious job at a more serious museum where members of the public do not keep touching me inappropriately

but, unfortunately, my coworkers are so fun and kind and have created such a positive little pocket of queer community that idk if i could bear to leave unless something big changes

[d3epfriedangels]

Quick! You've been given control for an episode of the Clone Wars! What will you do? What will you explore? What's now Canon?

They speak like they do in the prequels! Ventress is there! Hence:

Anakin: *pulls out his lightsaber* how DARE YOU threaten my JEDI MASTER? He’s the closest thing to a FATHER *voicecrack* I’ve ever had! I feel things - im under so much pressure! He’s there for me, ALWAYS - mahster I’ll protec you! I’m the chosen one!!

Obi-wan: Anakin ur gonna be the death of me

Ventress: *kicks obi wan in the balls* *so hard yoda feels it through the force* *thousand of sperm died and he’s like that of course he would feel it I’m not weird*

Anakin: I CAN’T KILL Her Mahster, she reminds me of my dead mother who gave me to you to give me a better life and I’ve NEVER LOOKED BACK because you are so wonderful mahster, so kind and calm and I love your hair and your robes and I love your force presence you are literally my father I’d die for you. Can I die for you master

Obi-wan: *ouch his balls* Anakin ur ok here right, can I get drunk now pls

[mikuhats]

i wish they drew her with proper plus size proportions in the show 😭😭😭 the dana art made me so happy bc u can tell shes meant to be fat but in the show its just o-(-< Man....

[manualwheel]

[opspayroll]

Improve Efficiency and Compliance: Selecting a Small Business Payroll Company

A small business needs to be able to handle payroll, but it can be hard to understand and take a lot of time. There will be less trouble and more following of the rules if you pick the right accounting firm. These are some essential things to remember when choosing payroll companies for small businesses.

[the1andonlyjes]

In terms of bridgerton I don’t go here but fingerfucking the fat girl in a carriage is so on brand for stuff I’m into I must watch it

[carspostal]

[cyberm4n]

May I request a bit of Lucifer with a plus sized reader who has a breeding kink? 💕

thank you so much for this request anon it has plagued my brain /pos as someone who's midsized and VERY gay i think the plus sized ladies need more love in fanfic. i hope you like it, im not 100% happy with the writing but lmk and ill change it up :)

cw: smut, breeding kink (duh), mentions of daddy kink but it's not rly used, reader is described as plus sized could be midsized ig, cum eating?? it's not like DIRECTLY mentioned but it kinda happens??, reader is overstimulated cause lucifer wants to make her a mommy, not proofread well

other: im on vacation and working through some requests so please know your request has been noted! ill probably come out with some more alastor/reader/lucifer sometime in the next couple of days.

■ for starters, i firmly believe that he's the kind of guy to LOVE chubby girls

■ like he loves how soft you are

■ if you're laying in bed with him you better expect for him to be all over you

■ no matter what you wanna wear he thinks it hot. seeing you confident is his biggest turn on and he loves it when you are feeling your best.

■ put on some low rise jeans and that man is on his knees for you

■ safe to say this man is 100% your number 1 supporter and will hype you up no matter what

■ if you're taller than him, literally no issue. like have you seen the height difference between him and lilith?

■ look he's a guy who knows how to handle anyone of any shape/size/gender

■ he's been around since the beginning of humanity this guy knows how to fuck

■ we all know he's a munch

■ i feel like he'd be the kind of guy to be REALLY into thighs

■ like you'd be laying in bed and he'd start kissing down your body, his hands running over your curves

■ paying special attention to your lower belly before moving to your thighs

■ he likes going down on you but if you at all want to ride his face he's 100% in

■ i feel like if you hadn't asked he'd definitely have suggested it before

■ the kind of guy to like pull you down on his face

■ he wants you to SIT dammit

■ the breeding kink tho.

■ i feel like he'd already have a daddy kink but the breeding kink just adds to it yk

■ he thinks you look absolutely divine when his cum is leaking out of you

■ but on days he's particularly feeling the breeding kink, he 100% shoving his fingers in you after he pulls out.

■ gotta make sure you stay full

■ he can't help it he just loves you so much he wants to see you swollen with his child :(

"darling just one more for me please" he breathes out, sweat dripping down his body as he tries to coax another orgasm out of you.

he had been feeling in a bit of a mood tonight, and when you came into his office with those shorts of yours on he couldn't think about anything other than breeding you.

so here we are, laid out on his desk, and him hovering over you. your legs ache from trembling so hard, and every orgasm makes you practically blind from how long he'd been going at it. his cum leaks out of your hole, he'd been dumping load after load in you, and now he's shaking too.

he's gotta fill you up though, he'd love nothing more than you carrying his love. he feels that pit is his stomach tighten, and he gently rubs your clit. "gonna be such a good mommy," he'd coo, feeling you turn to putty in his arms.

when the time comes and he crashes over his orgasm, spilling deep in you once more, he's careful to stay locked in for a little while, but he's peppering your face with kisses.

"you did such a good job ducky" he murmurs, rubbing soft circles on your hips. until he'd pull back just a little to watch his cum leak out of you again, utterly spent.

when he finally completely pulls out its not long until his fingers make their way in you, "shh baby i know, but i gotta make sure it takes" he'd whisper to you as you squirm away from him.

he tsks a little shortly after, his fingers slowly withdrawing. he plunges thumb into your mouth, "suck" he says firmly, which you do, of course. cleaning off his fingers so good for him.

he pulls his hand back, it returns to your side, and you whine as you feel his fat tip press against your hole again, and he coos down at you, folding your legs up to your knees. "cmon missy, we can go one more time right? you can go again sweetheart" he says as he eases his cock into you again.

safe to say, he's dumping loads of his cum in you until he's shooting blanks.

[pinkflower2003]

max verstappen

he’s best friends with someone who plays rugby. she never thought max would like her due to her midsize and short height, but he gets to go to one of her games finally. they have secret crushes on each other

Lucky Charm

Max Verstappen x RugbyPlayer!Reader

a/n: there isn’t a official face claim for this reader these are just female rugby images I found on Pinterest! Thank you so much for your request! I absolutely loved this idea, i’m a rugby league girl through and through!!✨

Send your submissions<3

You always felt a bit out of place in the grand scheme of things. With your midsize frame and short height, you were far from the conventional idea of an athlete, especially in a sport like rugby. But here you were, defying expectations and proving your worth on the field. The Women's Rugby World Cup was the pinnacle of your career, and you were determined to give it your all.

Your best friend, Max Verstappen, had been with you through thick and thin. Despite his fame as a Formula 1 driver, he had always made time for you. Max was your rock, the one who believed in you when you doubted yourself. There had always been an undercurrent of something more between you two, a spark that neither of you had dared to acknowledge—until now.

The final match of the Women's Rugby World Cup had arrived, and the atmosphere was electric. The stadium buzzed with anticipation, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You tied your boots, adjusting your gear one last time, and took a deep breath. This was it.

Jamie, one of your teammates, walked over, a confident grin on her face. “Guess who’s here to watch you play today?”

“Let me guess, another scout?” You chuckled, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

“Close. Better, actually.” Jamie’s grin widened. “Max is here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Max Verstappen, here to watch you play? It seemed surreal. Max had always supported you, but his busy schedule often kept him away from your games. The idea of him being in the stands for the most important game of your life filled you with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Why would Max be here? He told me he couldn't make it, he's meant to be preparing for his race.” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Jamie shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe he decided you were more important, you know you've always come first with him.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked away, focusing on tying your laces. The idea that Max could be interested in you seemed far-fetched, but the thought was enough to send a thrill through your veins.

The game started with a roar from the crowd, and you pushed all thoughts of Max to the back of your mind. You needed to focus, to play your best. The first half was intense, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for dominance. You could feel the pressure mounting, but you thrived under it, making plays and tackles that had the crowd on their feet.

During a brief pause, you glanced towards the stands, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there he was, Max, leaning forward, his eyes glued to the field. When your eyes met, he gave you a thumbs-up and a smile that made your heart race. You quickly looked away, your focus snapping back to the game, but the warmth from his smile lingered.

The second half was even tougher. The score was tied, and the tension was palpable. With seconds left on the clock, your team managed to push forward. The ball was passed to you, and you saw a gap in the defense. You sprinted, dodging defenders, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You crossed the try line, scoring the winning try just as the final whistle blew.

The stadium erupted in cheers. Your teammates mobbed you, their excitement infectious. Amidst the celebration, you caught sight of Max making his way down from the stands. Without thinking, you broke free from the crowd and ran towards him.

“Max!” you shouted, your voice barely audible over the noise.

He opened his arms, and you leaped into them, your momentum nearly knocking him over. He held you tightly, lifting you off the ground as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You were incredible!” he shouted, his voice filled with pride and excitement.

“Thank you,” you said, breathless and exhilarated. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” Max replied, his eyes shining with pride. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Before you could respond, Max grabbed your face, his hands warm and firm against your skin. He looked into your eyes, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then, without another word, he pulled your face towards him and kissed you. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if both of you were testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, filled with all the emotions and unspoken words that had been building up between you for so long.

The cheers of your teammates, the noise of the crowd, all melted into the background as you lost yourself in the moment, not bothering who saw the two of you. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathless and smiling.

“I guess this means you’re my good luck charm now,” he murmured, making you laugh.

“I think you were mine.” you replied, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

A group of visionaries have figured out how to bring nonavian dinosaurs to the present, and have determined the 10 species that make the best pets and domesticated them, with an oversimplified guide to what modern pet/livestock/husbandry animals they resemble most. you have done the work, you're completely prepared, and today, you're bringing your new friend home.

you will be able to take care of the pet and they will become your best friend for the rest of your lives. there are no downsides to any of these pets apart from what is in the brief description.

the pets, with image descriptions indicating which is which and artist credit, with artist links attached:

[cosmicbucky]

A chubby reader who's super self conscious of her belly and bust? Like she's strong and stuff, comes with the higher weight, but just....

Cant really wear anything unless it's sweats and a sweater, or a t-shirt. Almost never goes out.

And one day Bucky comes to the compound. Reader immediately gets a crush, and has major anxiety over it, like "leaving the room when he comes near" anxiety. Bucky thinks it's his fault, that he's done something wrong and talks to you about it.

He decides to talk to you about it, crying ensues because insecurities, and then the fluff.

Sorry this ask is so long, I'm kinda scrambled XP

hi, lovely! 💫

first of all, don't apologize for bringing this beautiful request into my world! i was beyond excited to have the chance to bring this idea to life, and i hope the direction i took with it does justice to what you had in mind!

second of all, i am so sorry this took me so long to put out, this request is so lovely and i really wanted to make it the best i could.

i hope you enjoy!

matches

pairing: bucky barnes x midsize!reader

word count: 3974

warnings: insecurities and self consciousness, mild body image issues, brief self depreciating thoughts, angst, mutual pining, fluff, swearing, allusions to mature themes, let me know if i missed anything!

please do not read this if you're not comfortable with any of the above topics. while they are not heavily focused on, they are the main theme of this fic

a/n: big thanks to @buckylattes for reading this and catching some of the dumb ass mistakes i made lmao

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Being part of the Rescue and Reconnaissance division of Stark Industries wasn't the most glamorous job, but you loved it. You got to work nearly hand in hand with field agents every day, formulating plans for raids, rescues, infiltrations, or general takedown missions to make sure all those involved worked as safely and efficiently as possible. 

You were the one they turned to when a new plan was needed; when they were at risk. There were a few agents who refused to listen to anyone other than you when it came to these times - specifically asking for you to help them through. 

Agent Barnes was one of these people, and though you could never voice it, he was your favourite to deal with. He was always kind and courteous, understanding in the fact that despite not being in the same rankings as him, you damn well knew what you were doing. And, well, it didn't hurt that he always found a moment to be a charming little flirt. 

You have no idea why he had such faith in you. Maybe it was because you always took what he suggested into consideration when calculating next steps. Maybe it was because your ideas were as crazy as his sometimes. Maybe it was simply because he liked the sound of your voice. 

You never knew. 

You never actually met him.

All your dealings with field agents were done from the safety of your control room. You never minded it, though. It was nice, in a way. You absolutely loved doing what you do, but you would never be able to handle being around field agents all the time. Not when they look the way they do, and you…. well, you're you. 

Your thighs touch when you walk, your belly shakes when you laugh, your arms jiggle when you move. You have to painstakingly pick out the right kinds of shirts, otherwise your chest will make it seem like you're three times as big as you really are. 

You were the chubby girl who always hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the world see how bright you truly shine - you were a flame ready to ignite, but no one around you ever offered you a match. 

You were used to it. You made peace with it a long time ago, finding solace in your own company instead of relying on other people to enjoy your time with. It still bothered you from time to time, and you let yourself have days where you wallowed in it, wishing things were different, wishing you looked different. Though, for the most part, it stopped bothering you so much the older you got. 

Until the day you finally met Bucky. 

It was a strange day, being sent to the compound. You've never been sent anywhere before, always planted in your seat while talking to field agents across the world. Yet here you were, being requested by Tony Stark himself. 

You must have spent hours trying to find the right outfit. One that showed off your curves without accentuating the extra pudge around your middle. One that complimented your chest without highlighting the size. One that showed off your ass without making it look massive. One that carefully hid your arms. One that you felt comfortable in. 

It felt like your heart was in your throat the whole time. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a full on frenzy, and you had to take deep breaths every few seconds to stay calm; and to not throw up. 

You barely heard it when Tony said he wanted you working under him. You could hardly process it when he said he created a job just for you. You didn't quite understand it when he told you there was space for you at the compound, and he wanted you here full time. 

All you could do was dumbly nod your head, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the fact that Bucky Barnes was just outside the conference room. 

By the time the meeting was over, you felt lightheaded. You clutched the contract you were given against your chest and took a final deep breath before leaving the room, hoping to get by unnoticed. It's not like he even knew who you really were, right? 

A gentle calling of your name told you that you were very, very wrong. 

Your feet became rooted in place as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all you could on calming your nerves before turning around. And jesus christ, nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful this man actually was in person. 

"Hi," you breathed out, a tiny shy smile gracing your lips. 

"Hi," he said, unintentionally mimicking you. 

His eyes travelled over your face before taking their time roaming your body; you shifted uncomfortably and clutched the contract a little tighter as he stayed fixed on you. A smirk graced his lips, but it was gone before you could really focus on it. 

"It's, uh-... it's nice to finally meet you, Agent Barnes," you muttered sheepishly, hesitantly offering him your hand. 

"You can call me Bucky," he said, smiling warmly as he took your hand in his, sending fire throughout your whole body. "I'd like to say thank you for saving my ass as often as you do, but thank you doesn't seem like enough."

You chuckled, feeling your face flush under his gaze. "'Thank you' suffices just fine, Bucky. I've only been doing my job."

"Speaking of," he started, tilting his head a little as he eyed the contract you held. "You gonna take it?" he asked curiously, his eyes snapping back to yours. 

"What?" you asked, caught off guard by his question.

"The job," he said, gesturing between the contract in your hands and the conference room you just occupied. "You gonna say yes?" 

"How do you know about that?" you asked curiously.

"I know things," he said passively, shrugging his shoulders. "How 'bout I show you around? You can see the place before you decide anything."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away and retreat into yourself once more. Though something about the way he was looking at you made it hard to do so. 

So, you agreed. 

And that's how everything started. 

You took the job, moving into the compound a few days after that. You quickly made friends with the girls, and they became your support group; they would help you when it came to shopping for clothes or finding the right outfit for events. They offered to go for walks with you or do yoga - anything you felt like doing, really. You still felt inferior to them from time to time, but not because they made you feel that way; no one at the compound did. 

Only yourself. 

When it came to the boys, it was more or less the same thing. You felt comfortable around them, and you never minded close contact or them seeing you in tighter fitting clothes. 

Everyone was family, and it never felt awkward or uncomfortable around them. 

Except for when it came to Bucky. 

You still grew closer to him over the months of you living at the compound so far, but it hasn't been easy. It was a constant challenge, and it grew harder for you day after day.

When it came to you working alongside him on his missions, everything was great. Nothing with him changed, aside from him throwing out a few more flirty comments. And, since you still had the safety net of being behind comms, you threw some right back at him. 

Once the missions were over, though, it was hard to be around him. You wanted to be around him, but it was nearly impossible. Your feelings for him grew, and the stronger your feelings were, the more distant you became. 

You were careful to only wear sweaters or loose tees paired with sweatpants around him, making sure he would never catch sight of the extra weight you carried around. You quit eating around him; it's not like you had bad eating habits, but you couldn't shake the panic that he would somehow be disgusted, that he would think the reason you're so chubby was because of your diet. You stopped sitting near him during movie nights, and you never hugged him. No matter how much you itched to wrap your arms around him when he came home safe from missions, you couldn't risk him feeling the rolls your body carried, or how soft and pudgy you were. 

It was driving Bucky crazy.

From the minute he finally set his eyes on you, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was beyond thrilled when you agreed to Stark's offer, and he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to get to know you - which was a massive step for him. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he did something to upset you. 

He grew more confused every day. When it came to conversing over the comms during missions, you two were like a well oiled machine; giggles and flirting and jokes of previous missions. No one would ever know something was amiss. 

Yet when everyone would return home, it was like a switch was flipped. You greeted everyone with hugs and smiles and affection, and Bucky always waited patiently for his turn: but it never came. Instead, you turned to him with an awkward smile and shining eyes and gave him the traditional "welcome home, soldier" that, despite everything, always pulled a smile from his lips. 

He racked his brain every night trying to figure out if he did something, if he said something, but he could never come up with anything. He could never find a reason for the way you would some days leave the room as soon as he entered, for why you always hid away from him when he would catch you off guard in workout clothes or formal attire. He could never come up with an explanation and it was eating him alive. 

The final straw came for him on the night of Pepper’s birthday party. 

He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to go to these things, but ever since you came around he found himself more willing to at least make an appearance; if only to see you. However, he wasn’t even positive if you were going to show up this time, given the way you’ve been so distant lately - and that made him not want to go at all. So he was biding his time, sitting in the kitchen and emptying a bottle of whiskey, trying to not make it obvious that he was waiting to see if you’d wander out of your room before he slipped away to the party.

You stood in front of your mirror for what felt like hours, never before feeling more diffident as you assessed your reflection. You’ve been to some of Tony’s parties before, but this was for Pepper - it was the most grandiose one you’ve attended to date. You weren’t left much choice but to dress your fanciest, and you felt so unfamiliar with your own body as your hands trailed down the fabric of your dress. It was form fitting, hugging every curve you had and accentuating your figure in a way you weren’t used to seeing. The straps were small and the cut was low, it travelled midcalf and had a small slit up the side, showing way more of your leg than you wanted. You had a burning desire to change, but Nat insisted you looked incredible, and Wanda already applied a touch of makeup to match the dress - not to mention you were already running late as it was. 

With one last heavy sigh, you steeled yourself before slipping on your heels and marching out of your room. You thought of anything and everything you could as you marched down the hall, doing your best to pay no mind to the way you felt the fabric clinging to your body with every move you made. God, you really should have put on shapewear. 

Bucky heard you before he saw you, your footfalls echoing through the floor in the same pattern he came to memorize in the months you’ve been here. He took a deep breath, prepared for the fact that you would most likely brush him off once more. He was not prepared, though, for the sight of you as you rounded the corner. 

You were not prepared to see him sitting there, clad in a pressed suit, or for him to quite literally choke on the drink he was nursing as he took in your presence. 

“Jesus, Bucky. Are you alright?” you inquired, conflicted between staying where you stood and approaching him. 

A dismissive wave of his hand had you staying in place, your arms wrapping around your middle as you began to feel exposed to him. 

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he coughed out, refilling his glass as if nothing happened. 

You stood there quietly, completely unsure of what to do next. The silence was becoming louder and louder but you didn’t want to draw his attention to you. Not when you were looking like this. Not when he’d be able to see every curve and divot of your body, the protrusion of your stomach, the ample raise of your chest. You were really starting to regret not changing. 

“Are you gonna stand there and stare all night or head to the party?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the glass before him. His tone was playful, but his voice had a rasp to it that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh, uh - sorry,” you muttered, clearing your throat as you slowly advanced in his direction. “Are, um-… are you gonna join the party?” 

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes finally raising to meet yours only to find that you were looking almost everywhere but at him, effectively wiping the small smile from his face. 

“I’m not so sure,” he said lowly, downing the contents of his glass as he kept his eyes on you. 

You hummed, looking down at your hands before chancing a glance at him; his gaze on you so intense that you immediately looked away again. 

“Well, I- I hope to see you there,” you said sincerely, wringing your fingers together. “You look really nice, Buck” you added quietly, looking up at him just long enough to flash him a warm smile before continuing through the kitchen. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he called after you, the hurt in his voice impossible to miss. 

“What?” you asked in confusion, turning to glance in his direction. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Because ever since you moved in here, it’s like you can’t stand the sight of me.” 

You couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that left you, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s not true.” 

“No?” he asked, his tone taking on a new edge. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you can’t even fucking look at me right now. You practically run from me when I enter the same room, you do everything you can to avoid me, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m the only one around here who you don’t hug after getting back from missions.”

“Bucky-” you tried to explain, but the lump forming in your throat stopped you short. 

“I just wanna know what I did,” he carried on, voice softer this time. “I don’t know if you’re angry with me or- or if you’re scared of me-” 

“I am not scared of you,” you interrupted, finally meeting his gaze. “Please don’t think that.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” he asked quietly. “Everything is fine when I’m out on the field, we- I get along with you better than anyone. But then I come home, and it’s not the same.”

“It’s not-... it’s not like that, Bucky,” you whispered sadly, unintentionally looking away from him again. 

“Yeah, if you say so,” he said curtly, sighing in defeat as he filled his glass again. “Just enjoy the party, okay?”

“You’re not coming?” you asked, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice. 

“Well, you’re just gonna avoid me anyway. Might as well make it easier for you and stay here,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the twirling glass in his hands. 

“I don’t want you to think like that,” you admitted softly. “I- I don’t mean to do the things I do.”

“Then why do they happen?” he inquired, his eyes meeting yours and displaying a painful mix of hurt and confusion. 

“Because,” you started, feeling your bottom lip quiver. “I mean, look at me, Buck,” you finished, as if that was explanation enough. 

“Believe me, I’m looking,” he said gently. “And you look-... well, I wanna say you look beautiful, but that implies you don’t always look beautiful, so, I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he added, his voice so low he may as well have been speaking to himself, but you heard every word he muttered. 

“...What?” you breathed out, staring over at him. 

“What?” he questioned, glancing up to catch your eye.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just kept on growing, forcing you to choke on your words. 

“Hey, wait, don’t-... okay, now I really said something wrong, right?” he asked quickly, starting to panic as he watched your eyes fill with tears. 

Shaking your head vehemently, you delicately wiped your eyes, hoping not to smudge the work that Wanda did for you. “No, you- I just didn’t expect you to say that. I-... I'm not used to hearing that." 

"You're not?" he asked, genuinely surprised. 

You almost laughed, and you probably would have if it wasn't such an embarrassing thing to admit. "No. I'm… guys don't really call girls who look like me beautiful." 

He fell silent for a minute, eyeing you carefully before shifting in his seat, resting his arms on the table.

"You know, I've been alive for a pretty long time now," he said conversationally, as if you weren't on the cusp of a breakdown. "And I've also been quite literally around the whole world in that time. Some of it I remember, some of it… not so much. But even so, do you know what the one thing I can say with complete certainty is?" 

You waited for him to go on for a moment before realizing he was actually looking for an answer. "No, what?" you manage to croak out. 

He smiled softly, relaxing in his seat again. "I have, quite literally, never met anyone as beautiful as you. And I mean in both appearance and personality." 

"But I- I'm not… I don't have the kind of body like the other women around here," you murmured, casting your gaze downwards as if you were ashamed of your words. 

"So?" he asked incredulously. "Do you seriously think that you're automatically not beautiful just because you aren't the same size as them?" 

"No, it- you can't- I'm not-" you tried to argue, but all you could get out were a few utterances before you had to choke back a sob, completely lost on how to express yourself. 

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked anxiously, fighting the urge to approach you. 

"Yes. I mean no, I-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I've been too embarrassed to be around you. I-... I was afraid you'd be repulsed by me and that I'd lose you." 

"Repulsed by you? A woman who puts fucking goddesses to shame?" he asked in disbelief. "Did me choking on my drink earlier not prove how taken by you I am?" 

"Is that what that was?" you wondered, letting out a watery laugh. 

"Yeah, that's what that was," he confirmed with a soft chuckle. "A guy does a real life spit take when he sees the girl of his dreams looking like the focus of a goddamn renaissance painting and she doesn't even realize it," he mumbled in exasperation, yet his eyes carried a playful sparkle. 

"The girl of your dreams?" you repeated in shock, your voice a nervous whisper. 

"Was that too cliché?" he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

"Maybe a little," you said playfully, sniffling quietly. 

"I know how it feels, you know," he said softly. "To feel uncomfortable in your own body. But if you'd let me, I'll spend every day proving to you that I see you as nothing short of perfect." 

You could only nod, giving him a weak smile as you fought back a wave of tears. "Yeah, I-... I could do that, too," you agreed quietly. 

He grinned softly, greedily taking in your appearance once more before tearing his eyes away. "Come on," he urged, downing his drink before standing up. "You owe me about seven dances." 

"Where does that number come from?" you asked with a laugh, watching as he approached you. 

"For how many parties you snubbed me at so far," he replied casually, stopping as he stood before you. 

"I never snubbed you," you grumbled, peering up at him. 

"Sure you didn't," he teased, carefully wiping the tears from your face. 

"Do I still look okay?" you asked nervously, fidgiting slightly under his touch. 

"Gorgeous as ever," he replied sincerely. 

You couldn't help but grin, laughing a little anxiously. "Okay. Come on, or else we won't have enough time for all those dances." 

Bucky laughed happily, taking your hand and rushing to join the party, having you giggling in his wake as you did your best to keep up. 

You let him whisk you away for the rest of the night, leading you through all the dances you owed him; and a few more, for good measure, as Bucky put it. 

He stayed true to his word, and there wasn't a second that you spent with him where you didn't feel like the most ravishing woman to walk the earth.

Especially when he took his precious time in the dark of the night to memorize and worship every inch of your body over and over again.

So as you sat here now, watching from across the room as he danced with the crowd, you couldn't help but feel foolish. Foolish for letting your thoughts take away the extra time you could have had with him, foolish for ever thinking this incredible man would ever judge you for something so trivial. Foolish, foolish, foolish. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard from beside you, ripping you from your reverie.  

You turned your head, grinning as you saw the very man himself had taken up the seat to your left. "What, get tired of dancing already, old man?" 

He gasped, feigning offense as he took in your words. "I'd watch who you're calling old, sweetheart," he warned playfully. 

"I'd watch who you're calling sweetheart. I happen to be a married woman now, you know," you replied jovially.

"Married, huh? Should've known I didn't stand a chance," he lamented, shaking his head. "How about a pity dance?" he suggested with a grin, holding his hand out to you. 

You giggled softly, taking his hand with a grin of your own. "Lead the way, Mr. Barnes." 

"Anything for you, Mrs. Barnes," he replied with a wink, leading you to the dance floor. 

And just like he did three years ago, he whisked you away and led you through a whole seven dances; and a few more, for good measure. 

You were a flame, finally ignited, and Bucky was your match.

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zest {a sequel series masterlist}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: With the passage of time, Joel Miller had shifted from ‘chef’ to something more. Your once hidden relationship a secret now out in the open. After a break in which you finished your degree and managed to land your dream job of teaching at the collegiate level, Joel had thrown himself into his work at the restaurant where you met. Back together and in far better mental places in your life, you both are caught off guard by the sudden news of being prospective parents.

But things are always gonna get hectic because, of course, how else would things go with the two of you involved? It’d been that way for nearly two years after all.

Word Count: undetermined

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, c'mon reader and joel have potty mouths, protective joel, reader is canonically midsize, pregnant reader, surprise pregnancy, reader goes through nicotine withdrawal, smoking, cigarettes, nicotine use, cannabis, marijuana, cbd, edibles, pregnancy complications (not serious or life-threatening), lots of feelings, lots of emotions, complicated family dynamic, reader has family issues, reader has religious guilt, restaurant lingo, triggers associated with the food industry, reader canonically has an eating disorder, therapy. much more to be added to each individual chapter!

A/N: THEY'RE BACK, BABY! our rough 'n tumble couple are back and better than ever. cannot wait to see where they take me on this sequel series journey that should be about the same amount of chapters as the original {garnish} one. i've been sitting on this idea since the lovely @tuquoquebrute came to be with a one-shot request for these two and they took over in the best way ♡♡

main series:

garnish {masterlist}

precursor to {zest}:

i wish i never met you

{zest} chapters:

chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four || chapter five || chapter six chapter seven || chapter eight || chapter nine || chapter ten

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this is 1000% self-insert lol but how do you think James would react if he’s dating midsize reader and he overhears one of the mean girls in your year telling her friends that she keeps trying to flirt with him “but that fat bitch won’t leave him alone, I can’t ever get him by himself”

tw: the word 'fat' being used in a derogatory tone, (disclaimer/reminder- fat is a descriptive word and there is nothing wrong with the word but it can be used in a derogatory way, meaning to insult)

james is the type of boyfriend to be utterly confused when someone says something mean about you or if you say something about yourself. he genuinely just doesn't get it. in his eyes you're perfect and he's baffled at the thought that other people disagree. you're perfect inside and out, he loves everything about you, to your kind heart to your squishy arms and soft body, everything about you is perfect. when he hears some girl a year below him talking to her friends being bitchy he thinks nothing of it, she's mean but it's none of his business, at least until he heard his name in a harsh tone. "potter is so hot but that fat bitch won’t leave him alone, i can’t ever get him by himself." james stops on the spot. did she just?

before he can process and respond to that bitch he see's his beautiful girlfriend come up to him with a big smile as you fling yourself into his arms. "missed you," you mumble against his chest and you have missed him, you saw him earlier on this morning but you had defence against the dark arts with some girls who are always mean to you and you've heard them whispering about james again. there's always someone talking about you and your relationship. you've never told james about it, you don't want to bother him and you worry that he won't understand, it's been proven now by the fact he's in complete shock over what he overheard.

he grabs your chin gently and lifts it up so you're making eye contact, he nuzzles against you, and says loud enough for those who are listening in, "i love you." you smile and kiss his cheek, and suddenly he's swinging you around and holding onto your plush middle tightly. you shriek in surprise and grab onto his forearm. "I'VE GOT THE BEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD," he shouts at the top of his lungs and you laugh at his antics.

"what on earth are you doing james?" you ask him while laughing.

"JUST LETTING THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER," he spins you around again and purposely makes sure those girls can see as he bombards your face with kisses.

"what's gotten into you today?" you giggle and place your hands on his chest.

"just love ya, that's all." he grins at you.

"i love you too james."

"well that's good, my gorgeous wonderful perfect girlfriend who i love so much. c'mon lets get some food."

you both go and make your way to the great hall and the girls can hear in the distance james who is still complimenting you. "you're the cutest y'know," he squeezes you tight and pulls you close to him.

i hope you enjoy this! i certainly love james with a bigger reader, it warms my heart!! james would be absolutely smitten with a bigger reader

[opspayroll]

Improve Efficiency and Compliance: Selecting a Small Business Payroll Company

A small business needs to be able to handle payroll, but it can be hard to understand and take a lot of time. There will be less trouble and more following of the rules if you pick the right accounting firm. These are some essential things to remember when choosing payroll companies for small businesses.

Think about what your company wants.

Make a list of your business needs before choosing an accounting firm. Find out how many employees you have, how often you need to make funds, and if you have any other needs, like paying taxes, giving employees perks, or following state-specific rules. If you know these needs, you can find a paycheck service with the right features and choices. As your business grows, look for a company that can adapt to your needs and offer options that can be changed.

Consider how technology fits in.

At this point, the best payroll company for small businesses uses cutting-edge tech that can help them work a lot faster. Discover the tech and tools that possible accounting companies use. Make sure they have a lot of valuable features, like the ability to handle paychecks automatically, accept direct payments, and give you access from your phone. 

Consider motivation and following through.

Paying bills the right way is crucial to staying out of trouble with the law and avoiding fines. Pick a payroll service that knows the latest federal, state, and local payroll rules and will ensure your business follows them. It would help to look for tax service companies that can do your taxes and keep your tax rates current. 

Conclusion

If you hire the right accounting firm, your small business can run more efficiently and follow the rules. To find payroll companies for small businesses that work for you and let you focus on growing your business, you should look at the technology and link choices, the level of support and compliance, and your business's needs. Getting a reliable payroll service will not only make it easier to handle payroll, but it will also help your business grow by making sure that everyone follows the rules.

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sam monroe x midsized!balletdancer!reader

a/n : i dont know jackshit ab dancing, i was a choir kid in high school 😔 so i hope this is good . also sorry there's not alot i didn't really know what i was doing. requested by anon. ᝰ masterlist

he's showing up to every single recital, practice, if you're dancing ; he's there.

he loves helping you adjust your skirts and tights ( he is trying to rip them so y'all can fuck )

he absolutely adores your chub, he loves that there's a little extra to grab onto you. he wished you'd suffocate him with your thighs

he is a-okay with being the boyfriend that carries his girl's shit around, he is helpful! and loves treating his girl like a princess

on the princess treatment note, he is driving you everywhere, got a recital in the next state? he's driving, with his hand on your thigh the whole time.

you best believe he is bringing flowers for you every single time, but he might have stolen them out of some lady's garden

the other girls on your squad ? are sooooo jealous, first of your boyfriend is hot with a captial h, and he's sweet and caring.

let's being up the elephant in the room, which is the opposite aestehtics the two of you have are sososo cute ( skaterboi 💕)

he always helps you wrap your ballet shoes, he would do everything for you if he could

he always shows up smelling like weed <\3 which isn't great until your dance coach is really itching for some and you get put on the good list thanks to sam

he makes you watch horror movies with him <3 and you make him watch romcoms with you <3

being flexible from beint a ballerina, is definitely helpful to sam when he wants to try out a new position