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my-soupy-brain · 8 months

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Y/N and Ted have a code name for a dirty word. While at a social event with lots of people, Y/N casually slips the word into conversation, causing Ted to choke on his drink and get very red in the face.

OK, this is too fun to pass up even if I'm dipping my toe back into the prompt writing game. Basing this off Jason's Hall Pass interview about "subtract your clothes..." Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Teasing, light smut

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The gala was a smashing success for Rebecca and the team this year. No Rupert in sight for once -- it's nice he's been basically banished from the face of the earth -- and it was so fun getting to dress up with your boyfriend, Ted Lasso.

Ted looked so good in a suit it almost hurt.

His long, muscular legs in dark dress pants. His brought shoulders in a jacket. That tie was teasing you all night to grab it.

You returned to your table with a whiskey for him and a vodka tonic for you.

As Roy and Keeley chatted, your hand was on his thigh under the table, running up higher and higher. Ted's body naturally leaned a little closer, and then he moved his chair a little closer, so your hand could reach further...

"Sometimes you gotta just do the math," you said, smirking with a wink at Ted, but speaking to Roy as an analogy.

Ted chokes a bit on his whiskey, looking at you with big doe eyes.

"Yeah, yer right about that. I'm gettin' anotha drink. Anyone want one?" Keeley pops up to join him.

"Sugar?" Ted murmurs, your hand still high on his thigh.

"Hm?"

"What...uh, made ya use that term?" Ted asks, his voice low and gruff, turning you on.

"Do the math?"

Ted nods. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about."

Ooof, you loved this saucy side.

"That's our code word for sexy time," he adds. "Or, rather, when we want to fuck."

Your whole body tingles and chills as that word slides out of his mouth, in that low Kansas drawl.

Keeley and Roy are chattering when they return to the table and you nod in acknowledgment, whispering to Ted.

"Wanted to see what you'd do."

Ted clears his throat, and grabs your hand, placing right over his cock, which is hardening quickly under the table. He knows you can't stand feeling it when you can't do anything about it.

So two can play this game.

When Leslie stops by your table, you reach out to pat his arm.

"Hi there, Leslie!" you greet. "Hey, question: Can we do the math later on some of the marketing budget for next season?"

Leslie, none the wiser to your and Ted's game, smiles jovially. "Absolutely. Happy to help!" He walks away to join his wife at their table.

"Just gonna do the math with anyone, huh?" Ted whispers to your ear. You grin and wink, taking a sip of your cocktail and dropping one strap of your dress down, making his nostrils flare at how bad he wants to lick your skin.

As you push away from the table, you stand quickly and fix your strap.

"Excuse me! Powder room, ladies room, you know the drill," you joke with a laugh, leaving the table.

Ted's jaw clenches watching your hips sway away in that dress that clings to all the right places. Roy and Keeley are now talking to Jamie with their backs turned to Ted, giving him the opportunity to scurry away.

"Ted!" Beard chimes, holding Jane's hand. "How are ya? Haven't seen you tonight."

Ted is distracted, watching your body in the low light through the corridor where you take a left.

Ted nods, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, Beardo, sorry about that. Jane, nice to see ya. If you excuse me..."

He bee-lines for your whereabouts, keeping an eye on anyone else who may be nearby.

He's willed his hard cock to stay down but if he has it his way, it won't be for long. He sneaks into the ladie's restroom and hears only your humming and sees no other feet in the stalls.

"Ted!" you exclaim, and he holds up a "shush," before turning around and locking the door.

In two wide steps he picks you up and puts you on the counter, his hands climbing up under your dress to your thighs.

"Someone is excited..."

Ted grunts as he kisses your neck, slipping his jacket off without removing his lips.

"That phrase is like Pavlov's damn dogs, I can't stand it," he gruffs. "Need you. Now."

His need is evident in the way he pleads for you, and you slip the straps of your dress off and let your breasts out to him.

"We don't have long, baby..." you whisper against his lips, which then leave yours to reach your collarbone, your breast, and now wrapped around a nipple. Ted nods. "Mmm-hmm" as his hands work under your dress for your panties but...

Oh-hoooo! No panties to be found.

His deft fingers make quick work between the wetness that's gathered from teasing him all night. And his other hand works open his belt in one fell swoop, your fingers nimbly unbuttoning and lowering the fly.

Using a grunt and needy stare, Ted tugs you to the edge of the counter and lines up into you, sinking into your heat and pushing his hips in and out.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this hard," you murmur, breathless, against his ear. You're keeping your voices low since the hallway's just outside.

His right hand cups your ass, the other against your face as he kisses you.

"Only you can do that to me, sugar," he practically moans out, looking down to see himself sliding in and out of you.

"Fuck," you cry against his neck, your body trembling as your climax nears. You try to keep your voice down.

"Yeah, yeah...that's right, baby... come for me. Come for me, show me how good that feels," he's murmuring against your ear with a hot breath and deep drawl. That does you in, taking you over the edge.

"Oh, oh...oh, God...I'm..."

Ted nods and smiles, his cock still working a measured rhythm with your body. "Yeah, there she is. That feel good darlin'? You're so good..."

Your fingernails are grasping his hair, his back, anything you can reach for purchase as he looks up to see your head tilted over, your lips parted, eyes glassy and it's the sexiest thing ever that he's doing this right now.

You can feel his body stiffen and hips stutter and you know he's close, so you return to his lips, kissing him, running your tongue along them and that takes him to his edge.

A thrust, and another, and he's spilling into you, his mouth and mustache tucked against your neck while he moans as quietly as he can. And that's hard, because Ted is a moaner.

But he doesn't depart just yet, as you soothe him and tell him how good he feels, how good he always makes you feel, which makes him feel so happy and loved after doing something so uncharacteristic for him.

"Should we go back to the gala?" he asks gently, using a damp, warm paper towel to clean you up -- like he always does at home.

You nod.

"If I can walk, sure."

He bursts into giggles at that, and you do, too.

One of your favorite things about Ted is how much fun you have. Always.

"I could give you a piggyback ride?" he offers, still smirking. His dimple deep on his cheek.

"I'll just stain your suit jacket."

And another round of giggles ensues.

Knock-knock-knock! "Is this in use? I think the door locked!"

Ted's eyes go wide, and so do yours. But you both start to giggle.

"Just a second!" you call out, Ted hiding on a toilet in an empty stall.

You unlock the door just in time to see Mrs. Higgins.

"Oh, hello dear! That must've locked on your way in!"

"It sure did! I'm sorry about that," you smile, your eyes darting to the stall where Ted is hovered with his feet off the ground.

Once she goes to her own stall, Ted sneaks down and out of the restroom with you, hand in hand. Giggling all the way back to the ballroom.

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Hope that was a fun one! Jason's whole "subtract your clothes, divide your legs" had me thinking what phrase could be innocuous enough to make Ted sweat. And there we go! Thank you so much for this prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #ted lasso x you #gala ted is too hot to put down

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amillionmillionvoices · 3 years

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Ted/Rebecca + argument/screaming match leading to kissing/sex 👀

hey! sorry this took so long! it's... not exactly what you asked for, i don't think, but it technically follows the prompt? lol i hope you enjoy it regardless! thank you so much!

ted lasso fic. ted/rebecca. 6k. rating: m (for themes). angst angst angst. tw: abuse (mentioned), panic attacks, mild violence

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The car ride is deathly silent.

Rebecca hasn’t said anything—had shown up and grabbed his arm, pushing him toward the exit, her only words a curt, “Get in,” that he’d obeyed without question—and aside from telling her driver to take them to the club, she’s kept her jaw clenched and her lips pressed tight together.

He’s almost grateful. Doesn’t know what he’d say if she asked, doesn’t know how he’d say anything without screaming.

His skin feels hot and tight and his face hurts like hell, but it’s subdued by adrenaline and anger just under the surface. His hands are fisted on top of his knees and he’s glaring so hard out the window he keeps losing focus. Every fiber of his being wants to dive out of the car, to go back to the gala and finish what he started. He tries not to think, tries to calm himself, but every time Rebecca moves even a little, her bracelet reflecting the light, or he turns and catches a hint of her perfume, he remembers, and the anger comes howling back.

He knows—he knows—he overreacted. Knows she’s well within her rights to be pissed, but as they pull up and Rebecca gets out, silently unlocking the doors to the club and leading him up the stairs to her office, he doesn’t feel like a schoolboy in trouble. Doesn’t feel humbled or repentant.

She shuts the door behind him, flips on the lights, and for a brief moment he stares at her—wearing a floor length, deep green gown, her hair done up, and an unreadable expression on her face, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with him and his anger.

He isn’t certain either, but then she looks away, just for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, and it’s Rupert’s face he sees. Rupert’s words he hears, pounding in his head like a gong. Piercing, and all echoes.

Rebecca moves across the room and deposits her coat on the sofa, tells him sharply to sit down while she turns the kettle on. She roots around in the refrigerator for a moment, and to his surprise, comes back with regular water, an ice pack, and from somewhere, two paracetamol. She sets them in front of him on her desk a bit harshly, and he winces.

“Put that on your face before it swells,” she says, and he does, the cold welcome against his eye. He’ll have a shiner, no doubt, but he doesn’t give a damn. Doesn’t care about anything right now, except her.

Rebecca stands at the bar and waits for the kettle to boil, refusing to look at him until she’s made her tea and sat down across from him, the desk between them like a chasm. He wants to reach for her, wants to say something, but he’s still burning and his hands are shaking and he doesn’t trust himself.

He waits—for Rebecca’s ire, her censure, every word he imagines understandable and true. He was out of line. He was unprofessional. He’s caused them what he’s certain will be a world of hurt come morning—even Keeley will have a hard time spinning a story dozens of people saw—and he knows, no matter how she may hide it, he’s probably hurt her, too. Probably fractured something between them.

And then she speaks, her voice low, one eyebrow raised over her mug. “Well?”

Ted swallows. “What?”

“Explain it to me,” she says, so calm, he’s thrown off balance at first—and then he looks closer, looks at her hands, white-knuckled around her cup. Her eyes, darker than he’s ever seen them. Her posture appears casual, but there’s tension radiating from her every muscle, and she isn’t just pissed—she’s furious, and Ted feels his own anger spur in response.

“Don’t think I owe you an explanation.”

Rebecca sets her cup down, the clatter betraying her. “You punched my ex-husband in the face at my charity event. I think you owe me whatever I fucking ask.”

continued on ao3

#ted lasso #ted lasso fic #rebecca welton #ted x rebecca #catherine writes fic

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kaplanwrites · 3 years

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02.6 Michael

Part1. Meeting.

For the last 40 hours Tim’s going only on caffeine and taurine from energetics, empty cans of which piles in trash bins +and that probably will go to the chapter where Kon calls Dick to take over the meeting because Tim sleeps exhausted after rehearsing his major defend+

He probably should sleep, but he just defended his minor, and he’s unable to move anywhere himself. He doesn’t want to try to resemble a human being right now, to be a responsible parent to his - beloved, but much too noisy - toddler, to check the fridge for milk and cupboards for cookies. Everyone coax him, so he tumbles down the street to the local bar which is surprisingly more fancy that any bar placed near campus ought to be, and crumples down at the nearest table, bracketed by fellow red-eyed caffeine-overdosed pre-grads and TAs.

After a couple of drinks (Irish coffee, don’t hold on whiskey, double sugar), he spots that one guy at the bar. The guy… he looks exactly like him; the buzz-cut, and wide shoulders, hair black in a yellowish light. He sits at a barstool, shapely legs clad in too-tight bootcuts, and sips on something creamy - is that a milkshake? He turns head to ask the barman something, and as light catches on a thick rim of glasses, so does Tim’s breath. He probably makes some sort of sound, because girls notice his attention, and one of them - Trish, probably - heard that The Guy’s name was Mike, and Mark, who actually lives at the campus, says that they heard that The Guy’s dishes out to cover his tuition.

And Tim’s wouldn’t do that just to relax, but then Mike turns to stand up, and his eyes glint blue, and he even has a slight curl in hair, and Tim _wants_.

It is convenient, really, no strings attached as they say, and nothing would happen if he’ll be covert, and if Tim is capable of anything - it’s stealth.

So after Mike leaves to the bathroom, Tim drops his contact card on his barstool and makes sure to lock eyes, to flash trademarked Wayne’s smile at Mark, when he returns.

***

Part2. Sex.

Mike calls, and they meet at the hotel and they kiss, and Tim stops and starts to backpedal because “he shouldn't be here, he has kid, and Mike - it's Michael, actually, - probably has STD’s, and they argue a bit, and then laugh, because Michael is indignant and Tim’s nervous, and Michael make monthly checkups, and anyways his clients are improbable to carry something, and Tim wonders why he would do it, and Michael wonders why TIM would do it, he’s gorgeous and rich can probably pick up anybody anywhere.

Tim says that people on campus know Mike’s occupation, but no one knows his clients and that what Tim needs.

They kiss some more and gropes each other a little until Tim’s phone goes off, and he needs to go. He pays the whole, and for the room.

***

Second time they’re in a fancier hotel, with decent-sized bed, and it’s midday and Tim wants to watch him strip, and to touch himself, and they fumble on bed, Michael naked, and Tim fully clothed, and Tim fucks him from behind until both of them sated and spent, and kisses Michael shoulders before leaving cash on the table and leaving the room.

Michael’s eyes are actually hazel, but it doesn’t matter.

***

Michael offers to rub his back, or to get a long bath together, when on a fourth or fifth time Tim actually chooses hotel near city center, fancy and with spacious bathroom - because Tim’s always dressed in at least one layer, and stiff and rigid underneath and Michael begins to suspect some kind of disfigure under clothes.

They talk, well, Michael talk at Tim as Tim sucks him off while spreading him with fingers, that it will be okay to show anything he hides under clothes, that it will be good to let go, and suddenly Tim gets up with an obscene pop, and Michael’s eyes want to cross, but he soldiers on and holds Tim’s intense gaze as he begins to undress.

And then Michael just stares at the scars that appear with each discarded garment, pale skin crisscrossed with long gashes and peppered with barely visible burn marks, and Tim says it’s sort of fun to have father and two older brothers addicted to extreme, and then he chuckles when Michael's eyes slips to the puckered bullet-hole, and says that that’s the price for charity in Gotham.

And then Michael is too preoccupied with remembering watching on tv a shooting of a philanthropist teenager, who then spent two years on crutches, with the thought of ‘how couldn’t I figured earlier that dark gotham and gorgeous was anyone but a Wayne’, and then he’s too busy getting properly fucked.

***

Tim’s careful not to meet Michael after visible injuries, but he makes sure to visit him every other week. He has ready stories about mountain bikes and rock climbing.

Afterward, he feels more focused, and he lashes out at people (at Kon) less, and, besides, he actually enjoys Michael’s presence.

***

Part3. Wrong name.

He holds a Wayne Tech Gala, and he gives a ticket to Kon, as a truce. He thinks, maybe Kon chooses to go with him.

Kon brings someone; she’s not even a name, she is blond and beautiful, like Cassie, and she is starry eyes, and happy to be here just because it’s luxurious - unlike Cassie.

Tim drowns his bourbon and prays that Ted will manage their little devil for one night. Kon doesn’t even have the decency to look smug, he just shakes hands, and smiles, and visibly relaxes when his plus-one leaves to gossip; and Tim isn't even jealous or disappointed, he’s just angry.

That night he makes Michael fuck him, and maybe he’s moaning the wrong name all the way through.

***

One morning Tim’s in the shower, and Michael’s barely awake, and there are Wayne tech blueprints scattered on the table, and those designs are awesome, and Michael cannot keep his eyes off them until Tim’s out of the shower. And:

‘I'm sorry, the designs of that power source, it’s beautiful, even more than I’ve anticipated’ - ‘You know what those are?’ - ‘You kidding me? I’m in electrical engineering, that’s all we talked about at campus after last ‘expo’’

They speak geek, and Tim tentatively proposes to get him an internship in the WayneTech. They visit once together, and Michael is absolutely enamored with the lead engineer, Cecil Walters.

At the first day of the internship, Michael comes up to him and asks him out to a date later, when he will be able to afford to take Cecil to a decent place. Everybody in the lab is scandalized, except for Tim (who is amused) and Cecil (who think it’s hilarious). Worse: Michael’s absolutely serious.

***

One time Michael comes with bruises in interesting places. Couple others he refuses to come at all. Tim sees him at the campus, with a split lip and marks on throat.

Tim makes Michael’s handsy client disappear, and Michael doesn’t ask questions about his dean sudden retirement.

***

Part 4. Truce.

They speak, mostly after sex, and Michael says that he’s going to lose this job. Tim frowns on this phrasing but keeps silent. Michael keeps explaining, that he was doing it to get through college, and it was nice and easy money and that once he’s finished, he wouldn’t need that anymore, especially with WT internship. And anyway he already got rid of most of his clientele, but Tim was always welcome to call, and is still, but only, like, a booty call. For free. Because Michael liked Tim’s dick that much, and also was somewhat addicted to this hotel’s jacuzzis’

‘So it’s not about Dr. Walters?’ Tim asks, after.

Michael looks up incredulously from where he’s pulling his socks on.

‘Huh, nah, it’s not about him yet. When I’ll finally get my hands on that genius of a man, no jacuzzi in the world would be able to separate us’

Tim shakes his head and actually laughs.

***

Tim calls him the next afternoon, and it’s unusual. Michael checks if he forgot something at the hotel, or in the car, but Tim’s frighteningly careful with that. They meet in the half-empty bar, and Tim says, that he wouldn’t be able to keep Michael’s company during long nights anymore.

Michael turns his smile away to the window, and Tim again astonished of the striking resemblance - the rounded jaw, thick neck - Michael’s bathed in the evening sun, haloed curly hair, and eyelashes golden in the slanted beams.

‘Tell me it’s not about you’re turned off by the free sex,’ he sips contentedly his latte, ‘And about your blind guy’.

Tim’s brow pitches, and then he pushes to put a smile on, cold and fake. ‘Why do you think he’s blind?’

‘One should be positively blind not to see a guy that hot under one’s nose. He’s that second dad to your kid, isn't he?’

Tim remembers a photo in his wallet, with two of them, Eli and Kon, and nods. ‘Yeah… and he... He basically forbade me to keep seeing you.’ He chuckles, the smile genuine now. ‘He actually caught me red-handed yesterday’.

‘Huh,’ Michael shakes his head. He wasn’t sure how those relationships worked; he was sure that Tim was too busy for anything between his kid and his job, and his mad brothers and this thing Michael and Tim has. Had. But apparently, Tim also managed to nurse this crush on the other dad - presumably the straight one. ‘So, did he got jealous?’

Tim nods, then shakes head ‘it’s not like that, it’s…’ He shrugs.

‘...complicated.’ Michael finished for him, taking cliche from his mouth. ‘Well he better be good for you in bed, or I will need to step up again, and you know, I was going to get serious with our department head.’ Michael huff's, pretending to be exasperated. Tim chuckles again, now mostly for the joke’s sake.

‘Tim, you know I would know that you’re not having any, we’re going to work in the same place in two months’

‘I’ll be fine, geez. And it will be Mr. Wayne two months from now, so you better get used to it’

Michael rolls his eyes and finishes his coffee in one gulp then hops from the barstool, leaves a tenner on a bar for their coffees. They shake hands, half-awkwardly, then Michael half-hugs Tim.

‘See you later, Mr. Wayne. And Good fuck.’

#tim x OMC #text #02 #timkon

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tedwoodward · 4 years

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this is a dumb combination but i’m sending it in anyway sfgkl charlotte/ted spy au + fake dating + “now what?”

It was an easy mission. Ted couldn’t believe they were going to pair him up with someone. This was totally his playing field! He definitely could’ve pulled this one off and still have time to flirt his way around the ballroom, but at least he was with Charlotte. If he couldn’t play his game with a target then at least his partner was hot.

The plan was simple. They were to get into the gala, mingle for a while, slip out for a moment, make their way to the target’s office, steal the blueprints to the weapons compound, and get out of there. Simple.

Getting in was easy, and mingling was almost easier. Charlotte only had to give Ted a few pointed looks when his flirting went a bit too far. They were posing as a married couple; it wouldn’t be right to arrange an affair right in front of your wife, now would it?

The party had been going on for a while, and the pair found a perfect chance to slip out of the ballroom and down the hall towards the office.

As they approached the door, they could see that something was off. The door had a lock. A keypad and screen attached to the handle.

Fuck. That must have been really new. Must’ve been added that day if it hadn’t been there for the agency’s initial stakeout. Maybe someone tipped them off. Charlotte made note to warn Director Davidson about a possible mole within their system as she began to plan their possible next steps.

The agents approached the door to analyze the technology they were working with when they heard movement from inside the room and, even worse than that, footsteps growing closer to the door.

Both pairs of eyes went wide, and Ted quickly shoved Charlotte against the wall of the hallway.

“Do you trust me?”

There was no time or need for Ted to explain his plan, Charlotte understood. She nodded, and suddenly Ted had his hands on her waist, pinning her against the wall, and suddenly he was kissing her, and suddenly she was kissing back, and suddenly her arms wrapped around his neck, and suddenly they were making out in the hallway of a house owned by one of the nation’s largest threats, roughly two yards away from the office containing their target blueprints.

As they kissed, their minds raced, calculating the situation, hoping their cover was secure. They hadn’t wandered far enough from the ballroom to raise alarm. The office was located just around the corner and down the hall (a stupidly close proximity, if you asked Ted). The end of the hallway wouldn’t be the strangest location to find a pair of partygoers going at it. It was quite perfect, actually. Far enough from peering eyes, but close enough to ease suspicion, the crowd and music still providing background noise, grounding the pair to their current mission.

Speaking of.

Charlotte had gotten a bit wrapped up in the moment, and she had almost forgotten their whole reason for being in this position until she heard the quiet sound of a door opening. Then a soft noise of disgust followed with a small scoff at their display. (But, hey, if you asked Ted, they probably looked pretty hot.)

With softly closed eyes, Charlotte turned her head, elongating her neck and hoping Ted would trust her as she had trusted him and take her hint without hesitation.

And he did. Charlotte thanked God she had been paired with such an experienced spy (and not to distract or anything, but he was quite experienced. I mean, have you seen his seduction tactics at work? There’s a reason he’s famous agency-wide).

Ted followed her lead, trailing his lips down to her neck.

Charlotte watched from underneath nearly-closed eyelids as the man in the doorway turned from the couple to shut the door behind him and re-engage the lock.

After the stranger’s back was turned Charlotte watched with sharp eyes as he entered a code, prompting the screen to display “LOCKED.”

The man checked the handle, and Charlotte melted back into a blissful expression, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of Ted kissing her, touching her, pressing up against her, moving against her body, warming her. She couldn’t deny it felt good. Ted really knew how to put on a show.

The man huffed once more at the pair before walking swiftly down the hall, back towards the gala and away from the currently-PG-13-but-could-easily-evolve-into-R-rated-territory scene taking place at the end of the hall.

Ted’s mouth moved to the other side of her neck, and Charlotte was able to follow the figure of their voyeur take his exit, careful to make sure he did not seem to suspect them of planning anything other than that of a sexual nature next to his office.

A few moments after the dark blob disappeared from sight she let out a sigh and allowed her arms to fall back down to her sides as Ted separated from her.

The pair breathed for a moment, allowing each other to recover and their heart rates to calm down now that the immediate threat was gone.

Ted glanced at the keypad, the word “LOCKED” mocking them from the screen.

“Now what?” he wondered aloud before he began pacing, searching his mind for any important dates or chains of numbers that may have been important to their target.

Charlotte just smirked and ignored him before marching over to the door and entering a 5-digit code, 4-6-3-7-2.

The keypad lit up green and an unlocking sound followed immediately after. Charlotte opened the door and looked over her shoulder at Ted who had frozen in surprise with a hand running through his hair, wide eyes glued to the woman in front of him.

“Comin’?”

#i would rate this M on ao3 probably #idk why a lock would be that dumb but just ignore it okay?#sometimes i write stuff #tgwdlm #ted/charlotte #ted tgwdlm #charlotte tgwdlm #garygoldsteins #fic #ask #all of my spy knowledge comes from saf

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gethealthy18-blog · 5 years

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Can You Wear Black To A Wedding?

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When in doubt, wear black! You can never really go wrong with this classic color. From your basic everyday outfits to all-out partywear, black works flawlessly on every occasion. It looks elegant, and its charisma lies in its dark, romantic, and sensual appeal. So, the question remains – can you wear black to a wedding?

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Nothing looks better than a custom-made pantsuit. A tailored black suit looks effortlessly classy and graceful. You can pull off this look at a daytime wedding. Style it with a pair of black stilettos, and you are good to go!

9. Black High-Collared Maxi Dress

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This pretty black maxi dress could turn heads at a wedding. Its high-neck collar looks interesting and attractive. The belt at the waist enhances the look of this outfit and will flatter your body. If you are tall, a pair of cute ballerinas will look amazing with this dress. If not, you can opt for bold black pumps.

10. Mini Black Floral Dress

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A mini black floral dress looks feminine and stylish. It is perfect to wear to a wedding. Pair it with a bunch of statement accessories like gold hoops, a smart wristwatch, and chunky bracelets to go for that pretty look. You can also wear a nice pair of suede boots with this dress to create a chic appeal.

11. Black Polka Dot Dress

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There is something about polka dots that will always have our hearts. They look super cute yet sophisticated. A black polka dot dress is the perfect thing to wear to a wedding. Besides being uber feminine, the black and white combination pops out and looks gorgeous. Pair this dress with accessories, such as pearl-studded earrings, a few rings, and a bracelet. You can wear a hat for a more vintage appeal and depending on the setting of the wedding. For shoes, boots or black pumps are a good way to go.

12. Black Blazer Dress With Leggings

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You can never go wrong with black on black. If you are in the mood to keep it low key yet classy, this is the outfit you need — a black velvet or suede long overcoat over a pair of black leggings. This outfit keeps it simple while still managing to make quite a statement. Straighten your hair and wear it down. Black statement shades and a chain-sling bag will look terrific with this black-on-black outfit. Put on a pair of ankle-length boots, and you are ready to turn heads!

13. Midi Skirt And Mesh Blouse

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A skirt and blouse can look stunning when worn right. You can wear a black mesh blouse with a bralette under it. Add a midi skirt to the mix, and you will look downright marvelous. This outfit looks feminine, dressy, and pretty. You can curl your hair to give a more laid-back vibe to this outfit. Wear a cute necklace and some silver hoop earrings. A pair of cute stilettos will finish off this look perfectly.

14. Backless Black Dress

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A backless black dress is an evergreen look. Its flowy silhouette looks fantastic and adds tons of character to your look. The red waistband creates a striking contrast with the black of the dress. Pair this dress with black kitten heels to finish off the look with aplomb!

15. Black Slit Gown

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This one is a keeper. You just cannot say ‘no’ to a black gown that hugs your curves. The thigh-high slit and cut-outs at the sides look super gorgeous and exude style. You can carry off this outfit off at a wedding with immense grace. A pair of stilettos, diamond-studded earrings, and a charm bracelet are all you need to rock this outfit.

16. Off-Shoulder Sheer Black Dress

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Just because you are going to a wedding does not mean you can’t flaunt your style. It is completely okay to go a little extra, provided you don’t outshine the bride. This sheer black dress is all things exotic and sexy. Its off-shoulder sleeve adds a sexy touch to the look. Keep your accessories simple with a pair of gold earrings and a gold necklace. A bold pair of black velvet pumps will complete this outfit perfectly.

17. Black Ruffle Sleeves Dress

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A real fashionista can never say ‘no’ to ruffle sleeves. They are vintage and a beloved classic. Wear this ruffle-sleeved dress to a wedding, and you will look nothing less than stunning. Its sleeves add a majestic appeal to the outfit, and the body-hugging fabric will accentuate your curves. A pair of black or gold stilettos and a pair of statement earrings are all you need to accessorize this look. Dressing up for a wedding can be fun, but make sure you don’t get too carried away and offend the bride or the groom in the process. Check out the next section to find out what you need to keep in mind when dressing for a wedding.

Dos And Don’ts Of Dressing For A Wedding

As long as you are comfortable and carry your outfit with elegance, you can dress any way you want for a wedding. Make sure to avoid wardrobe malfunctions and, no matter what, DO NOT WEAR WHITE. In fact, don’t wear anything that can steal the bride’s thunder.

Dress according to the location and climate of the wedding venue. Wear comfortable shoes and carry a cardigan or a shawl if there is any chance of it getting chilly at the wedding. Most importantly, stick to the dress code (if there is one set by the couple). After all, it is the most important day of their lives.

Now, here’s a question that often comes to people’s minds when they are invited to a wedding.

What Colors Can You Not Wear To A Wedding?

Unless there is a dress or color code specified on the invite, you can wear any color you want. From yellow to violet to red to blue, you can rock them all. However, avoid white at all costs as it is the bride’s color. And if you do plan on wearing black, try to ask the bride beforehand if she is okay with it.

We hope you liked our ideas on how to pull off a black dress at a wedding. How would you style a black dress for a wedding? Comment below to let us know!

Frequently Asked Questions

How to accessorize a black dress for a summer wedding?

Black dresses are fun to accessorize. You can pair one up with gold earrings, a chunky bracelet, and black stilettos. If you want to keep it simple and classic, opt for a rose gold watch, a gold clutch, and gold earrings with black velvet ballerinas.

What are the best brands to shop for bridesmaids?

The best brands to shop for bridesmaids are Sherri Hill, Dior, Ted Baker, Zimmermann, and Alice McCall.

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