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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 3 months ago

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Frisky Movie Date 💕 | Shoto x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x AFAB Reader 💋

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance

Summary: You reconnect with Shoto as adults. You start to explore your mutual attraction through a series of basic dates. When Shoto takes you to the movies, the last thing your'e expecting is for things to get spicy off screen! Suddenly Shoto's giving you the star treatment in public. Turns out, he's a credit to heroes everywhere - he's determined to show you that a Pro Hero always gets the job done. TLDR: Shoto fingers you into oblivion while on a movie date and it's HOT AF! 🔥

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes, fingering, lemon, Smut, Dirty Talk, All characters are in their mid-twenties!

It's late evening and you're at the movies with Shoto Todoroki.

You've gone on a few dates together since reconnecting at your UA class's 10 year anniversary. You're both successful heroes in your own right - Shoto is consistently on the Top 10 Hero charts, while you prefer to operate in the shadows and off the grid. When you bumped into each other at the reunion party, the attraction between the two of you was undeniable.

Shoto in his mid twenties is...woof. He's handsome as ever - that trademark two toned hair does all the talking when he walks into a room. He's bulkier now than he was in school - he's filled out quite a bit with muscle since you last sparred with him in a UA gym.

He dresses much classier now, too...you recall days in the dorms where he would wander around in joggers and loose sweatpants. He's definitely retained a hero stylist since then. These days he dresses like old money - expensive cable knit sweaters, suit jackets and neutral leather shoes. And he always smells delicious - an interesting combination of fruit and sandalwood.

The first few dates were innocent enough - dinner at a high end restaurant (in a private room, of course. You needed to guard your identity carefully and it was imperative to your underground hero work that you not be spotted with a high profile hero like Shoto). A quiet evening outing to a museum after close. A stroll through a local park at dusk when most people had gone home for dinner.

Each date had been fun and sweet - you and Shoto have caught up and come to better understand one another's lives post graduation. You've asked questions about Shoto's hero agency, his challenges with sidekicks and administrative BS. And in turn, he's asked you to explain how you partner with detectives and the police in order to take down criminal rings throughout the city. You've talked about the state of the hero world, the gossip you've heard about your old classmates, and about your favorite foods (his being Soba).

Despite the sweet and chaste nature of your dates, sexual tension is constantly pulsing between you, staticky and sharp. You can feel it in the way he glances sideways at you when you walk side by side. It's evident in how his hugs linger a moment longer than they should, in the way that his hand brushes yours more than necessary when you sit down for dinner or coffee.

All of your interactions are above board, though. It's too soon to get physical. And you know that Shoto is a little slow on the uptake, so you assume he's going to take his time before trying to do anything *spicy* with you during a date.

Turns out...that assumption was dead wrong.

For your fourth date, Shoto takes you to a new mystery movie that's just hit the theaters. You sneak in during the previews so that no one will notice the two of you. He doesn't want to be swarmed by fangirls and you don't want your underground hero identity compromised. Sneaking around is a necessary evil when you're Pro Heros of this caliber. It also makes everything feel a bit clandestine and sexy.

You breathe in the cool dark air of the theater - there's something magical about going to the movies these days. It's so easy to stream things in your little apartment or at your agency office. There's something so fun and purposeful about setting aside time to go to a physical theater, to grab snacks and just intentionally enjoy a film with another person.

You stumble over an overturned popcorn bucket, your hero senses failing you. Shoto glances back at you and holds out an arm to brace your fall, easily slipping his hand into yours once you steady yourself. He guides you through the dark theater to the reserved seats. His hand is strong, reassuring. Strangely sexy? You wonder what those strong, supple fingers could do to you...

You refocus on the task at hand - finding your seats. Shoto locates them with ease and stows your drinks in the chair cup holders. He drops your hand unceremoniously and waits for you to plop in your seat before taking his own. You're pleased to see that the theater is fairly empty - there's no one sitting in your row and there don't appear to be any rowdy moviegoers in this particular crowd. The audience is mostly comprised of couples in their twenties and thirties. You fit right in.

You settle in, pleased that it's one of those theaters that has the fancy reclining seats. You eagerly hit the buttons and the chair hums faintly as its backrest tilts you into a slightly more comfortable position. Shoto reclines his chair to match yours, gazing up at the pre-film commercials with his usual intensity. His mismatched eyes glimmer in the cinema screen's glow and you can't help but admire how gorgeous he is.

As the previews wrap up, Shoto lifts the armrest up so that he can scooch next to you, his muscular thigh pressing flush against your own leg. You glance up at him in surprise - you definitely were not expecting him to try and cuddle you during this date. He's usually so reserved and shy!

You let yourself lean into him lightly, feeling the coolness of his right side seep through your thick sweatshirt and leggings like a refreshing mint.

"I'm excited." You whisper softly, tilting your head up so you can speak close to his ear. "I've read good reviews of this film!"

His lips ease into a smile and he nods. "I'm excited, too." He reaches down and slides his hand over your own where it rests on your thigh. A shiver runs through you at the touch. If Shoto notices, he doesn't show it.

The movie starts to roll. A half hour goes by - characters are introduced, settings are explored. A ragtag group of misfits is locked in a mansion and challenged to solve a startling mystery. You're both engrossed in the plot line (or, so you think) - when Shoto removes his hand from on top of yours and brings it to rest lightly on your upper thigh. Instantly you freeze, eyes darting down to where his large hand now rests on your leg.

You give him a sidelong look. He feels your eyes on his face and turns ever so slightly towards you, eyes widening questioningly almost as if to say "what?"

You shake your head loosely, unable to come up with a response.

What would you even say? Shoto's hand on your thigh doesn't seem particularly suspicious, and you want to be in constant contact with him anyway. He's cute and you're attracted to him and every touch he lavishes on you feels electric. You shake your head again and refocus your attention on the screen. Shoto smirks as he turns back to watch the movie as well, giving your leg a light squeeze with the pads of his fingers. You can't help the tremor that runs through your body at the delicate touch. For a moment, your brain goes off the deep end - you're craving his fingers everywhere.

You sink your attention back into the movie, interested to see how the film plays out. The plot moves forward - the characters explore the spooky mansion and the mystery deepens. You have a few theories as to how the plot might resolve, but it's still too early to tell.

You almost jump when you feel the Shoto's finger twitch at your thigh. No, not quite a twitch...more like a tap? Shoto starts to lightly tap his finger on your leg. You can't ignore the gentle beat he taps into your leggings - you haven't been touched in that particular spot in a long while. It feels both casual and intimate. You quickly glance down at his strong Pro Hero hands. You wonder if the tapping could be a nervous tic - extra energy flowing out through his finger tip.

You try to refocus on the movie, but when Shoto starts to trace soft circles into your leggings, you realize the touch is purposeful. You're not quite sure what he's trying to do, but he has your full attention as he glides his finger tips in small shapes against your leg.

He slides the finger an inch or two upwards and hits a sensitive spot on your inner thigh. You're instantly turned on - warmth radiating up your legs and straight to your cunt. You don't dare look over at him - it might break the tension. The spell. You can tell through your peripherals that Shoto is still staring straight ahead at the movie screen. There's no note in his expression to indicate that he's trying to silently seduce you.

He continues to run his fingertip featherlight back and forth across your soft leggings, moving slowly upwards. You feel yourself getting wetter with each gentle circle and pattern. It doesn't take him long to crawl his hand up to towards your pussy.

You're craving his touch on your clit now, but he's caressing everywhere but - his fingers slide up your waist, around your hips, down the dip of your the point of your inner thigh that connects to your labia...

You long to buck up your hips or to guide him to your pussy with your own hand. But you don't dare. You want to see how this plays out.

The movie plays on. And Shoto's gentle caresses continue.

After 15 minutes, you can barely sit still. You're soaking wet and your core is absolutely aching. Shoto's fingers swirl and slide down across your hip bone and ghost across the edge of your pussy lips. Tired of his teasing, you lightly shift your hips, desperate to get some friction against your tingling clit. At your sudden movement, his fingers still.

You worry that you've ruined his game, turning your head slightly to the left to gauge his reaction.

He softly turns to look back at you, his gaze locking with your own. His eyes are glazed over, boring into your own as he bites at his perfect mouth. Your eyes dart down to his mouth, drinking in the flash of white teeth sinking into his lower lip. He leans towards you slowly, closing the distance between you so he can whisper in your ear: "Can I touch you, sweetheart?"

You're suddenly intensely aware of where you are - a public place sprinkled with other couples. But the theater is dark and the movie is loud and Shoto's leg and side are pressed so closely to your own that you doubt anyone would notice if you just let him give you what you so desperately need...

You release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, your vocal chords barely buzzing under the thick film score blasting through the theater speakers: "...yes."

That seems to be exactly what Shoto was waiting to hear. He swirls his fingers quickly to the center of your pussy, drawing the pads of his fingers up and across your cunt in the most delicious way. You try not to grind up into his fingers as he feels around for your sweet spot. When he finally locates your clit, you hiss appreciatively, a short burst of air leaving your lips before you clap your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. You glance back at Shoto and see that he's grinning at you mischievously. It's an expression you've never seen on his face before. He looks cute and handsome and diabolical.

He pulls his hand away and you keen lowly in the back of your throat at the loss of contact. His face breaks into a grin as you make a noise he's certain only he can hear.

On the large silver screen before you, the protagonist is being chased by some sort of villain character. You're too punch drunk to remember what the movie is about anymore. What's the genre? No clue. The title? Don't care. Your pussy is soaked and throbbing and you're pretty sure you might need to ditch your ruined panties in the cinema's ladies room so you can make it home comfortably.

Your mind zooms in a thousand different directions - You're horny. Shoto is hot. Does he like you? Or does he just want to fuck you? Who cares - get your hands back on me, you Icy Hot freak! Why did he stop? Should you have pretended to ignore him - does he just like the chase? What is this movie called again? Why is the protagonist hiding in the woods? Is her underwear comfortable? Because yours is certainly not right now -

You feel Shoto's large, steady hands wrap around your hips. Before you can fully register what's happening, he's pulling you into his lap.

Jeez. Lord Almighty help me.

He pulls you towards him so that your back is flush against his chest, and his chin rests on your right shoulder. His breath is hot against the bare skin of your neck, causing ripples of goose bumps to prickle to life with each exhale of air. You feel him beneath your butt - he's unmistakably hard in those fancy pants of his. You glitter at the realization - Shoto Todoroki is hard for you. You wonder how big his dick is. You wonder how good it might feel.

Fuck.

No. No! You're in public right now. You need to cool off before someone notices you both and kicks you out of the theater for being too handsy. Or, worse - you need to cut this out before someone snaps a picture of two Pro Heroes are canoodling in a public movie theater. The press would go haywire if they found out about this.

You slowly turn your head around to see if anyone has noticed this sudden...intimate...change in position. But once again, there's no one sitting in your row. The movie theater chair backs are high enough to allot an illusion of privacy, and all of the other couples seem to be staring at the movie screen with rapt attention. The score swells as the protagonist continues to run through the woods in search of cover, and you hear audible gasps from the audience as she trips and falls over a log. People are invested in this movie. Unlike you.

"You're so beautiful, I can't seem to behave myself." Shoto whispers thickly into your ear. "I can't keep my hands off of you for some reason." He breathes in deeply. "Does your quirk have some kind of hormonal side effect?"

You want to burst out laughing - based on his tone of voice, his question is completely earnest, it's not a flirty come on.

"No, that's not how my quirk works at all Shoto. You're just horny." You say quietly, trying to keep the timber of your voice as low as humanly possibly so as not to draw attention to the way your bodies are currently configured.

"Yeah. I definitely am." He says simply, nuzzling lightly into your neck. He slides his hands up and down the sides of your legs as if to warm you up. "Did you enjoy the way I was touching you?" He says, a hint of slyness creeping into his hushed tone.

"I'm soaked through." You say, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. He sucks in a breath at those words, his own body pulsing with need. You feel his cock beneath you, heavy and getting harder by the second. You wish you were anywhere else - you wish you could hop off his lap, unzip his pants and hop on that sweet Pro Hero cock. You'd ride him through the night and well into the morning if you could.

Your mind is now a cloudy haze of hormones and longing.

"If you'd like to...maybe I could finish what I started." He says flatly, turning his head so that his lips ghost the hollow under your ear. You feel your heart beat quicken at the suggestion. Your entire body screams out yes! yes! yes!

"No. Shoto. We're in public." You hiss between your teeth as you feel his fingers dance across your legs and up towards your pussy. "What if we get caught? It's a PR nightmare waiting to happen."

Shoto says nothing. Instead, he reaches behind him and grabs his thick, corduroy jacket from where it hangs on the chair back. He quietly spreads the fabric across your lap, covering you like a blanket.

"Better?" He says softly, his fingers starting to swirl gentle circles into your thighs once more.

"Um." You gulp, taking one more look around at the theater before throwing caution to the wind. "Why the hell not?"

That's all the answer he seems to have needed. He draws a hand delicately up your inner thigh and dips towards your vulva, gently tracing circles into the comfortable fabric of your leggings. When he gets to your clit again, it's feels like magic. You wish you could moan out his name, but you're too nervous to speak. Beneath the jacket on your lap, his right hand is working wonders.

Meanwhile, he brings his left hand to his mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers.

"What are you doing?" You hiss out as he swirls his right fingers around your clothed pussy in a controlled, practiced sort of way. The impact is buttery and pleasurable in all the right ways. Your panties are dripping wet.

"You'll see." He says, distracted. You find out the answer a moment later when his fingers ghost beneath the elastic of your leggings.

"Shoto." You say warningly, still unsure about having a Rated R moment inside of a public theater.

"Trust me." Is all he says before he dips his spit covered fingers underneath the elastic bands of both your leggings and your underwear. You stifle a gasp as he slides his wet digits down, down down...swiping his dexterous fingertips across your swollen clit with practiced skill. Your whole body feels alive and electric at the contact.

He doesn't spend long playing with your clit - he has other plans for you. You feel him explore your pussy, sliding his fingers around your labia before finally dipping into your hot core.

You hear the tiniest gasp of air escape his lips as he realizes how fucking wet you are. He buries his face in the side of your neck and groans softly as he swirls his fingers into you softly. He's curling and scissoring his index and middle fingers lightly to give you a delicious feeling of stretching fullness. He feels so lovely inside of you, stirring your arousal around like thick honey. You grind up into his fingers gently, trying to flex your needy pelvic muscles in a subtle, refined sort of way (aka, you try not to look like a humping maniac in the middle of this public movie theater screening).

Shoto's fingers are the perfect mix of calloused and soft. He's got an amazing dexterity that no doubt comes from years of training in hand to hand combat. Each gentle push and pull of his fingertips makes you see stars.

You feel an orgasm building quickly as your pussy flutters and throbs around his capable digits. And honestly, it doesn't take a lot to bring you to the brink of pleasure.

Shoto continues to play with your pussy with his left hand. He drags his right slowly up your neck, letting his hand linger for a moment at your throat. There's no pressure in his touch - you just feel the weight of his palm against your windpipe. It's almost like a teasing little promise...I could choke you if you wanted me to. Your pussy pulses steadily around his fingers at the implication. After a moment, his palm travels up your throat, dips across the curve of your chin, and comes to rest snuggly across your mouth. He pulls back your face lightly, a silent command to keep quiet. This is something you've always loved about Shoto - the way he's so direct.

Ironically enough, as the film hits its climax you get closer to your own. The protagonist and the villain are having some big CGI battle, and the surround sound is LOUD. The image on the screen blurs as your eyes roll back in your head a bit, blissed out and riding high on Shoto Todoroki's fingertips. You have no fucking clue why there's a swamp monster in this movie and you don't fucking care.

Shoto takes his time working at you - his motions are gentle but precise. You huff lightly into his hand and shift needily in his lap, trying to get some friction going against his cock. You can feel him hard beneath you, his dick a welcome presence against your butt. You want him to fill you up with more than his fingers, and your hazy brain wonders what it would feel like to be stretched out by a top hero's cock. The thought sends your senses spinning.

Holy fuck you're about to cum hard.

Luckily, Shoto has been studying body language for quite some time in his hero work. He dips his lips to the shell of your ear, dragging the very tip of his tongue across the delicate cartilage before he whispers: "Cum for me, pretty girl."

He dips his head lower to plant a deep, wet kiss against the sensitive part of your neck and that's all it takes.

Theater goers and mysterious swamp monster character be damned, you're going to orgasm in the middle of this goddamn CGI fight scene if it kills you.

Your ears are ringing with the anticipation of your high - your blood is pumping through your veins a bit too fast, and you've all but forgotten to breathe. The music coming out of the surround sound speakers swells alongside the pressure in your pussy.

You cum - hard. Shoto's finger pulses in and out of you in time with your orgasm, and you take a short, shuddering breath as you ride out your pleasure. This is the wettest you've been in so long and it makes cumming feel so glorious and comfortable.

You lean your head back into him when you're finished, head falling against the hard muscle of Shoto's chest. Your body feels fizzy and warm - the kind of relaxed feeling you get when you step into a hot bath. He curls his finger inside you one last time as the aftershock of your orgasm dies down before covertly removing his hand from your panties and pants. He releases your mouth from his grasp and you breathe in the cool theater air.

Shoto's mouth finds your ear again, and he whispers one final sexy thing: "A Pro always finishes the job."

Your whole body shivers at the words.

The movie screen goes dark and the credits begin to roll. You turn your head ever so slightly so you can see half of Shoto's face through your hazy eyes. He smiles softly at you as he raises his left hand to his lips and licks your orgasm clean off of his fingers. Holy fucking shit.

Without warning, the lights flicker on and all around you. Couples stand and start to drift towards the theater's exit. You quickly scrabble up and off of Shoto's lap on shaky legs, incredulous. You can't believe you just did that.

You shiver from the shock of it all.

Shoto has managed to scoop his jacket off your lap before you get to your feet. He wraps the thick fabric around you, squeezing his palms lightly against your shivery shoulders. He pulls you in towards him, dipping his head down so that his lips meet yours. It's your first kiss with Shoto, and it's sweet and chaste and the complete opposite of whatever the hell just took place in that pleather theater chair.

You jump when you hear someone from the back of the theater say to their partner: "Is that Pro Hero Shoto!?"

Shoto flashes you a grin before he grabs your hand and you haul ass out of the emergency exit. An alarm blares to life and you cry out in shock as he tugs you along around the side of the building and towards the parking lot.

"Shoto! Shoto that's definitely illegal!" You cry out as your shoes hit the pavement. The air is crisp and chilly.

"So is fingering your girlfriend in public. So we're two for two." He laughs, so much more confident than the Shoto you knew back in school. Where did all of this charm come from?

And...hold on a second!?

"Girlfriend?" You question as a gust of wind nearly blows the corduroy jacket from your shoulders. You grasp at it desperately and manage to hold on with your free hand.

"Well yes. I figured I sealed the deal when I gave you an orgasm back there."

"Wha - ?"

"Denki told me that's how you ask someone to be your girlfriend. You pleasure them." Shoto locates his car and the two of you come to a stop as he fumbles for his keys. And boom goes the dynamite - Shoto is just as clueless as ever. He's being mislead by Denki, who clearly wanted a laugh at yours and Shoto's expense.

"Shoto." You say, pulling your hand away and pushing your arms into the jacket's sleeves to maximize comfort. "Shoto, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Not formally. But I'm excited to be on this journey with you." He finds the right key and clicks open the passenger door to his expensive car. Ever the gentleman, he helps you inside and turns on your heated seat before making his way to the driver's side. He throws his key into the ignition and the engine purrs to life.

"Shoto...Kamanari was messing with you. Usually you have a conversation with someone about your relationship status before you slap a label on it. You don't just...give a girl an orgasm to lock her down."

"Oh." He turns to look at you, face stricken. "Do you not want to be my girlfriend then? Sorry, I just assumed..."

"No, no - Shoto, I want to be your girlfriend! All you had to do is ask."

"Oh thank goodness." Relief washes over his face and he slumps back in his seat. "I am not the best with these kinds of things."

"It's alright." You say, reaching across the center console to cover his hand with your own. "We can figure it all out together. And if you're half as good with your dick as you are with your fingers...well..." You grin up at him and the guy freakin blushes. Oh it is so on.

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Okayyyyy I hope you enjoyed that little Shoto one shot! We've all been fingered in a movie theater at least once in our lives, right!? So this is a totally relatable tale, right!? Right!

Feel free to check out my other Shoto-centric fics:

Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Shoto Discovers He Has A Daddy Kink | Shoto x Reader

Shoto's First Kiss Series: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

And here's my Masterlist for good measure!

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year ago

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Howdy! It's me again

How are you? I hope you are fine, and if not, then I encourage you from here!

Well, I would like to order something in which our dear Willy gets a little jealous because someone entered the factory and started flirting with his partner (reader) And that leads to a very affectionate moment between reader and Willy

Por cierto, qué le pones a los pedidos que escribes? Los siento muy emocionantes y me ponen a chillar a veces SJSGGWUW

(By the way, what do you put in the orders you write? I find them very exciting and they make me scream sometimes)

.—🌻

Tensions in the Factory [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

nota: ¡me hace muy feliz que te guste lo que escribo! creo que sólo se trata de hacerlo con amor (¿o algo así? jaja) Lamento haber tardado, entré a un trabajo durante vacaciones y apenas me queda tiempo, pero espero que sea de tu agrado, girasol:)

[ENG: It makes me very happy that you like what I write! I think it's just about doing it with love (or something like that? haha) I'm sorry it took me so long, I started a job during vacation and I barely have time left, but I hope you like it, sunflower:)]

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

“Your factory is impressive, Mr. Wonka,” said the man next to the boy, with a satisfied smile on his face after the tour he had given him.

Willy was pleased with the investor's recognition that he intended to finance a new branch for Wonka chocolates and if everything continued as expected, he knew that that same afternoon they would be signing a contract.

“I'm glad you like it. This is where all the magic happens, so I hope that with that new store things are even more promising for us.”

He wanted to add something else when, suddenly, he was interrupted by the vision of a person; it was you, beckoning to him from the other side of the factory with a board holding papers. He knew it had to be something important or else you would have waited, so he apologized to the young man at his side and walked quickly until he reached you.

“Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but one of the machines that churns the chocolate is jammed and making a mess in there, do you think you can check it?” you murmured, sounding slightly worried about the situation.

“Yes, I'll go right away. While you will talk to Mr. Salt? Tell him to excuse me for a moment”

"Yes, I will do it"

“You're an angel, thank you for letting me know,” he said goodbye, gently caressing the side of your face and practically running to solve the problem you had just told him about.

The man looking at you curiously from the other side couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Willy and he was handsome, dressed in a gray formal suit that was worthy of a businessman. You had heard that he had a lot of money and although at first the chocolatier was not very convinced, after thinking about it better he believed that it was a good time to expand his horizons; that included having more stores to sell more chocolates. He had told you about the idea and you had been excited about it, so you motivated him to contact interested businessmen.

Although you didn't really enjoy talking to strangers, you took a deep breath and walked over to where the man was to greet him.

“Mr. Salt?” you said timidly, to get his attention. He watched you for a moment and when he got a better look at you, then he smiled hugely.

“Just call me Henry, Henry Salt. It's my pleasure," he replied, reaching out to shake your hand a little longer than expected. "Are you Mr. Wonka's secretary?"

It wasn't the first time a guy thought that about you, after all you were always behind your boyfriend with that board in your hand, writing things down, checking the operation, and reminding him of everything, however, Willy had always said that you were his partner and he wouldn't expect anyone to disparage your position: this factory belongs to both of us, he always said.

But it was easier to say yes than to explain all that.

“Something like that. He asked me to tell you that he had to attend to an emergency, but that he will be right back.”

"Oh, sure. There is no problem with it as long as you keep me company” he said happily.

The man was looking at you up and down, as if you were the most interesting thing he had seen in the factory so far, but you didn't notice it, because you were too focused on the thought of how Willy was handling the machinery.

“Did you like the factory?” you exclaimed, trying to get a topic of conversation that would kill the silence that had enveloped you.

You could tell that he was an educated man, because he immediately started talking to you about the structure of the building, finances, what a good investment it would be to open a branch and also about how much he loved chocolate.

“I have a daughter named Veruca. She is just a baby, but I hope to be able to give her everything she wants in the future. I only plan to work to fulfill her whims”

“Ow, that's sweet,” you tried to flatter. At least his motives were noble.

“She looks a little like you, actually. You are very beautiful"

You had to admit that the comment threw you off, but you still laughed nervously. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to you, so you could persuade Willy to close the deal with that man.

“Huh, I appreciate it, Mr. Salt.”

“What are your favorite chocolates? I imagine that being here you eat them in droves, right?” he murmured.

You hoped that with that the conversation would take a different direction, so you started talking to him about all the types of chocolates that Willy prepared for you: the sweet ones, some salty ones, the magical ones, the strange ones...

“But I think my favorites are definitely the mint chocolates. They may be simple, but Mr. Wonka prepares them in an exceptional way," you said dreamily, remembering that upon discovering it he had prepared an entire jar just for you.

“When the branch is open, you can stop by to eat all the mint chocolates you want. At a special price for special ladies”

You laughed at that, not so much out of desire but out of commitment to the potential client. Suddenly a hand was placed on your waist and when you turned in the direction of the body that had approached you, you noticed that it was who it could only be. You frowned slightly when you noticed that he was frowning, as if something had bothered him.

“I'm sorry I was late. Everything is in order now, would you like to accompany me inside, Mr. Salt?” he said. His voice sounded calm and stern, without that cheerful tone he always had, and he still had one hand planted firmly on your body.

“Of course,” the chocolatier made a sign for the opponent to start walking and he did not take his eyes off him at any time, noticing that Mr. Salt was looking at you with the same interest.

If he was unhappy with something, he didn't say it, and he just left a gentle kiss on your head.

“See you in a bit, okay?” You nodded and pushed him just a little, inviting him to follow the businessman you had just spoken to. He got lost down the hallway and you returned to your tasks, not imagining the feeling that was bubbling in your partner's chest.

“That man is a complete idiot.”

You were surprised to hear the boy use those words and, above all, by the furious tone with which he had expressed himself. You interrupted your tasks of making dinner to pay attention to him.

“Who are you talking about?

“From Mr. Salt, of course! I didn't sign the contract with him. Don't even think about it, he's a… a complete nutcase”

"What are you talking about? What happened?" you asked, completely surprised by what he was telling you. You put everything aside to approach him and held his face to analyze his expression: it was extremely strange to see him this upset “Honey?”

“He was flirting with you! Don't think I didn't notice, when I left, he... he started talking to you that way. And not satisfied with that, he called you my assistant and then he hinted that he wanted a romance with you. He said punctually: I hope that, if I open this new branch, you will send your pretty assistant to help me with everything necessary” he was red with anger as he said that and he had to breathe for a moment to compose himself. "So I told him immediately that there was no deal if he dared to talk about my wife like that.”

There was too much to process at once. You felt disgusted at the idea that another man had shown interest in you, but at the same time you were surprised by how he had reacted. Willy wasn't a possessive husband, but right now you were feeling something strange about this side of him.

“You don't have to worry about that…”

“Of course I have to. You're beautiful and I'm sure everyone realizes that, but I won't let anyone look at you like he was looking at you. It is my job to protect you and that includes not entering into relationships with those who want to take advantage of you.”

He sounded sincere and passionate when he spoke, convincing you that he was very serious about the matter. Contrary to what he expected, you smiled and cupped his cheeks again to kiss him on the lips. He melted at the touch, you knew it by the way his shoulders completely relaxed and his hands came up to hold your elbows during the seconds you were kissing him.

Once he was more relaxed, you spoke.

“It's all right, love. Can you calm down?” you asked him. Your hand began to gently caress his cheeks and your eyes looked pleading, something he couldn't resist. “You shouldn't have wasted such an opportunity, but... I appreciate that you rejected it. For me"

“I would do anything for you,” he said immediately. Suddenly he felt the urge to kiss you again and he did, deeply and lovingly. You didn't resist.

“You're my only boy, you know that? No one in the world could take me from your arms”

“That's not my fear, I know that nothing can separate us” he assured you, smiling from ear to ear. That's how sure he was about yours, that agreed with the pair of rings on your fingers “Besides, there will be more opportunities, you don't have to feel guilty about anything.”

“I don’t,” you exclaimed, to reassure him. You knew he had done the right thing and you loved him for it “Are you hungry? I'm making you something for dinner” you confessed and then he nodded.

He could smell what you were cooking and when you reached out to stir the contents of the saucepan with a stick, he hugged you from behind, starting to talk about something more trivial than that failed business and feeling clearly relaxed, now that he knew he was and he would always be the only owner of your heart.

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boybandbaby · 2 months ago

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Team Work (Evan Buckley x SingleMom!Reader)

word count: 1444

warnings/tags: Buck with a child 🥹, as always please lmk if I missed anything

note: I tried to do some light research about Girl Scouts I’m sorry for any inaccuracies I never got to be a GS

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Your daughter Evie had just gotten back from her Girl Scout meeting, the one where she gets all her materials to start selling cookies.

Last year, she hadn’t sold too many cookies as it was only her first year. This year, the prize for selling the most cookies was a ticket to Universal Studios.

You had never taken her before despite living in LA. As you and Buck ate dinner, you watched on as she excitedly ignored her food to discuss her plans to sell as many cookies as she can.

“And- and if I win I can go to Universal Studios and see Gru and the minions!” She screeched.

“How about you eat dinner first and then we can talk about when to start selling?” You suggest.

“Okay but I want Buck to help me.” She huffs. You roll your eyes while Buck grins at you.

She wanted Buck’s help and boy did he show up and show out.

“How many boxes for you Chim?” Buck holds a clip board with an order sheet.

“Oh no, clipboard Buck is back.” Hen nudges Eddie.

Buck ignores the comment, writing down 3 boxes of thin mints and 3 caramel delites. 6 boxes on top of what he already forced Maddie to buy.

“And for the Diazes?” Buck turns to Eddie.

“Give me a box of thin mints and a box of s’mores.” Eddie states.

“Okay, so what I heard was 5 boxes of thin mints and 5 boxes of s’mores.” Buck writes down. He looks up to see Eddie looking at him confused. “Give some to your Tia and Abuela.” He shrugs.

“Hen! Hen..” He smiles, opening his arms for a hug. “How many for the Wilson’s? You’ve got a family of 4, I’m thinking 3 boxes each?”

“Are you nuts?” She looks at him then to Chim and Hen.

“No, I’m determined. I’ve gotta help Evie sell these, she’s asked me to be her business partner and I’m taking it very seriously.”

Hen sighs, “fine, give me 2 lemonades, 2 thin mints, 2 trefoils, and 1- don’t look at me like that. 1 tagalong.”

Buck shakes his head before writing her order down. “Thank you for doing business.” He smiles before heading up to the loft to harass some of the other firefighters.

“He should try asking all his exes and ex hookups, he’d sell out in no time.” Hen says to Chimney.

“I heard that!” Buck shouts back, voice drifting away.

The next shift, Ravi is his next victim. Buck gets him in the locker room but is surprised when Ravi buys 3 boxes of every kind.

“I admire Girl Scouts and what they are doing to shape the youth of America. I’ll gladly support Evie.” Ravi smiles and earns a high five from Buck.

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

“I thought I was your favorite?” Chim scoffs, offended.

“Yeah, after me.” Eddie grins.

“My favorite is whoever buys the most boxes.” Buck winks and exits the locker room.

The next day when he has a day off and Evie doesn’t have school, he spends the day with her in front of a grocery store. He’s her personal assistant, bagging the boxes and handing them to the customers as she practices how to count money and make change.

You park in front of the store with two bags of lunch for Buck and Evie, and to give Buck a bit of a break. You can’t help but laugh as Buck has purchased a matching brown vest and beret to look just like a scout himself.

“Hi babe,” you kiss Evie’s cheek and then Buck’s. “Working hard?”

“Always, we’ve already sold 92 boxes today. We’re almost running out. Did you bring the two boxes I left by the door?”

“Yes, they’re in my trunk. Sit, eat, take a break.” You urge. “I’ll get them.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll grab ‘em.” He smiles and puts his hand out for keys. You hand him your keys and watch as he practically skips to grab the last two boxes.

“Mommy, Buck is helping me sell so many cookies!” She squeals. “He’s so cool.”

You laugh and watch Buck balance the box on top of the other. “Oh, Bobby wants you to stop by his after you’re done here. Says Athena and Harry wants some more of the toffee ones.”

“I’ll save them a few boxes then.” He sets the boxes down behind the table.

“You look really cute in your getup.” You snicker.

“Yeah? You like?” He grins.

“Mommy, don’t be gross.” Evie remarks causing Buck to laugh.

“I’m not being gross, he looks so handsome.” You throw your hands up.

She gags as a few more customers come up to the table.

Later that night, you drive the two of them to Bobby and Athena’s. You’d already sent the team a picture of Buck in his vest and beret and Bobby said he wouldn’t buy any more cookies unless he came wearing them. You stand behind as Buck and Evie knock on the door. Bobby and Athena open up with their cameras out.

“Well, look at you!” Athena teases.

“Hey, I’ll do what I have to, to help my girl get the big prize.” Buck nudges Evie’s side causing her to stumble over.

Your heart swells when he says that. Buck has never made a big deal out of you having a daughter. He welcomed her with open arms when you’d told him on your third date that you had a daughter.

Buck brings her out of her shell and makes her life better. She’s told you so countless times. Even though he’s not her father, he’s stepped up to take on some of the role.

Watching Buck with your little girl makes you love him even more.

As the cookie season comes to a close and it’s announced that your daughter has won second place, Buck has to comfort her and apologize for not selling more.

You and Buck had already had a discussion that you didn’t want to get her hopes up in case this exact situation happened. You both wrestled with the idea that if she doesn’t win, you’d take her to Universal Studios anyways for her hard work but would let her know sometimes these things happen and you can’t get discouraged.

“Listen, we did the best we could. That’s all that counts okay?” Buck kneels down to hug her, rubbing her back. “We were the best team and I loved hanging out with you.”

She nods and steps back, wiping her cheeks. “I had fun with you.”

“Yeah? Do you wanna do something else fun with me and mom?”

“Like what?” She sniffles.

“Well, because you worked so hard and we’re so proud of you, we’ll still take you to Universal Studios.” You caress her cheek.

“Really?” She giggles, jumping up and down. She then starts crying again.

You kneel down to hug her and she cries into your shoulder. “Don’t cry, babe. We’re gonna have so much fun! Buck can be your ride buddy.”

“Yeah, I’ll ride all the rides as long as you hold my hand when I get scared.”

“You’re too old to get scared!” Evie laughs and pokes Buck’s cheek.

“I’m not old!” Buck gasps, tickling her tummy. “Say it!”

“No!” She tries to get away from him. “Mommy, help me!”

“No, Buck’s your best friend now you gotta deal with him.” You poke her belly and stand up. “Did you give him his gift for helping you?”

“Oh!” She runs to her bag. Buck stands up.

“You got me something?” She nods before holding her hand out. Buck takes the brown and gold pin from her.

“It’s the Brownie Entrepreneur family pin! Because you helped me!”

“But it’s yours.” Buck says softly, you can hear it in his voice that he’s getting emotional.

“I have so many, this one’s for you.” She shrugs, wrapping her arms around his legs. “You can put it on your vest.”

“Will you help me?”

“Yes!” She cheers before running to grab his vest from the back of the couch.

Buck slips the vest on and take the safety back off the pin, “here, put it on for me.”

He kneels down as she carefully puts the pin on his vest. “Now you look like me!”

“So if I look like you, that means you’re old too!” He jokes.

You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen to start on some lunch. You can hear Buck blowing raspberries into her cheek and her loud screams of joy as she calls him an “old man.”

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lunajay33 · 1 year ago

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

•Masterlist•

I’ve always wanted to dance, to strap on pretty pink ballet slippers and wear the tights and everything, ever since I was a little girl and first watch Swan Lake, watching how there was a light beautiful side but how also a dark side to a person it hooked me, but that dream was quickly crushed when my parents refused, saying they didn’t have enough money to put me in ballet because my older brothers football was more important and they couldn’t afford both at once

It’s always been like that, whatever my brother wanted he’d get within a reasonable price, but when I asked for the simplest things they would get mad and always turn me down, saying I should get a job if I ever wanted anything. So that’s exactly what I did, I got a waitressing job at the little diner in town, working after school and on weekends just hoping to be able to save enough for ballet classes, but balancing school and work everyday is exhausting and having a terrible home life ontop of that doesn’t help

My older coworker told me to make some friends and that might help things, help distract myself for a while and have a person to relay on for once but it wasn’t so simple, if you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, or had nice clothes and money in my school then the girls treated you like a ghost

So here I am sat at my usual bench under the wilting tree behind the school for lunch, sitting in the cafeteria all alone at a whole table felt pathetic, embarrasing, plus it was more comforting here, no pry judgemental eyes, plus the air out here smelt of fall, fallen crisp leaves, the towns forest right behind the school, it was comforting

I finished my lunch putting the book I was ready away in my bag and made my way back for my next class, biology and today we were getting a new seating arrangement, one I’ve been waiting for the whole month since I was sat next to one of the mean girls, I took my seat right as the bell rang

“Okay class today we are moving around, so find your spots” she said as she projected the new seating up on the board, I found my name at the second table to the back on the left, I made my way noticing I was sat with Daryl Dixon. He was quiet, usually kept to himself kind of like me, people would always talk bad about him but never dared say anything if his older brother was around, I remember the times my brother would complain about how obnoxious Merle Dixon was….as if he wasn’t the exact same

I plopped down next to him taking out my books and pencil case

“Hi”

“Hey” he said keeping his eyes on the table

That’s all we said to each other the whole period until the end of class

“Okay everyone, whoever you’re sitting with is now going to be your new lab partner, you’ll be working on this project together outside of class and it’ll be due at the end of next week, so I advise you figure out a time and place to work on this” she said as she handed out papers seeing it was a project on the cycle of frogs and their habitats

There was 10 minutes left in class for us to figure out how to get this project done, I turned in my seat looking at Daryl, up close I noticed he was actually kinda cute in a mysterious way

“Would you like to come to my house tomorrow so we can work on it?” I asked as tomorrow was Saturday

“Sure” I wrote down my address and gave it to him right when the bell rang

I was getting ready for Daryl to come over, I don’t know why I was so nervous maybe because I’ve never really had many people over and that my parents and brother were psychotic and mean and I didn’t want him to witness that. I looked in the mirror brushing out my hair that I’ve combed through a hundred times already, hoping my outfit was nice enough, a whiteish sweatshirt that had a hint of blush pink to it, paired with black leggings just wanting to be comfortable but hopefully still cute, that’s when I heard a knock at the door

“ILL GET IT!” I screamed not wanting anyone else to answer especially not my brother since he knew Daryl was Merle’s brother

I stood infront of the closed door huffing out a breath to calm my jitters, I opened it and there he stood, hands in pockets with his usual gruff demeanor

“Come in” I said stepping aside for him to come in

“Do you wanna work in my room?”

“Sure” he said as he kicked off his shoes

I lead the way to my room, it wasn’t a big house so it wasn’t like we had to go down hallways to get to my room, I closed the door when we got in as he dropped his notebook on my bed looking around my room which made me anxious, my walls had little framed photos of Swan Lake, little painting of ballet slippers, my room wasn’t much since my parents put so much into Jackson’s room but these photos were all I had to keep me happy

“Nice room” he said with a smirk

“You don’t have to lie” I said smiling as I crawled on my bed sitting up against the head board as he followed to sit at the foot of the bed

“I ain’t, it’s…..different, do ya dance?” He asked looking back to the pictures I adored

“No, I’ve always dreamed of it though”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t read

“Well why don’t ya?”

“My parents won’t let me, said Jackson football is my important and will lead to something” I said shrugging my shoulders, if anyone could understand brother problems it would be him

His usual glaring eyes softened but I didn’t want the pity, I thought about my crushed dream enough I didn’t want to think about it more so I flipped open the text book to the section we needed and we got to work, it was silent for the most part and I welcomed it, until we took a break

“Merle says yer brother is always runnin his mouth, talks bad about ya” my heart thumped in my chest, Jackson could say anything about me and I’d have no way to deny it since no one really liked me and he had his whole football team full of guys who only thought with one thing

“What does he say?” I asked nervously

“Says yer a weirdo, says ya run around sleepin with every guy on his football team” my heart felt like it stopped and shrivelled up

“What……..I would never, I can’t believe he would say that, I don’t know why he hates me so much” I said as my bottom lip quivered try to control myself, not wanting to cry infront of him and make him uncomfortable

“Merle an I, we don’t believe ‘em……..plus it ain’t like everyone else in that damn school ain’t like that” he said looking back down at his note book, fidgeting with his pencil

“It would be better if I had friends that would believe me and be on my side” I said huffing a little sarcastic laugh

“I can be yer friend” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him

“You don’t have to pity me, I know you don’t like people” he looked back up at me with he glaring expression but for some reason it didn’t bother me

“I ain’t pitying ya, yer one of the few people that don’t annoy me at school, yer nice and keep to yer self” he said bluntly making my heart flutter

“Okay, I’d like to be friends then!” I said smiling as we both went back to work

After 2 hours of going back and forth working and talking we got the project done, I led him to the door standing there as he laced up his shoes, I opened the door as he stood back up

“So uhh, ya wanna hang out again tomorrow?” He asked gripping his backpack strap

“Sure, I have a shift at the diner in the morning but you can come by and we can eat there after I’m done, I get a discount!” I said excited

“Sounds good” he said about to leave before I stopped him

“Wait, here’s my number, it’s for my room phone so you can call anytime if you want” I said handing him a piece of paper with my number

“I’ll call ya later then, see ya” he said in his gruff voice as he left watching him disappear up the side walk

It was the next day and I was almost done my shift, I’d covered a lot of tables and was now just wiping down the counter waiting to see Daryl walk through the door, the door bell chimed and I looked up excited but instead it was Jackson and some of his football team members, they came in loud and obnoxious as usual

They came to the counter, filling three seats along the counter

“Jackson what are you doing here?” I asked putting down the rag I was using

“Oh come on sis we’re just hungry” he said sarcastically as his friends laughed with him

I sighed taking out my pad “well what do you wanted?”

“I wanna see you bent over my truck” his friend said, I was disgusted but I wasn’t good with this kind of thing

“Cute little thing like you mmmmm, what I wouldn’t do” his other friend said

I was beyond embarrased I just wish someone could help me, and as if my prayers were answered someone came in to intervene

“Leave er alone jackasses” I looked down to a seat further down the counter seeing it was Daryl, he must have just came in

“Oh ya and what’re you gonna do Dixon?”

“Just get outta here” he said sending a glare that could kill, they huffed and got up with a commotion

“Whatever, we’ll see you around bitch” they said to me before they left, I made my way to where Daryl was seated my face felt so hot

“Sorry you had to see that?” I said giving him a glass of water

“Do they do that often?”

“Ya usually when I’m working on the weekend, they think it’s funny”

“I can get Merle, set them straight” he said making me smile

“Nah it’s not your problem but thank you, I’m kinda use to it by now, even though it incredibly embarrassing” I said covering my cheeks

“Anyways, I’m done now so I’ll go clock out and be right back” I said trying to change the subject, I walked to the back taking of my waist apron and got my purse

“You done for the day sweetie?” My older coworker May asked

“Yeah, but me and my friend are going to have some lunch here”

Her eyes lit up “Friend? Did you finally manage to snatch someone up” she said twirling her pen as she smacked on her cherry gum she always had in her mouth

“Yes, he’s just easy to be around”

“HE?”

“Yes May my friend is a boy don’t get all crazy, but he’s waiting so I have to go before he thinks I left” I said blushing as I went back out and sat next to him at the counter

May took our orders and left to attend to the other few customers that were still here

“So why do ya work here?” He asked

“My parents said if I ever wanted anything I needed to get my own money, plus I’m trying to save to be able to afford ballet classes, it may be stupid but it’s my dream”

“It ain’t stupid, yer workin fer what ya want, I get that” his voice was kind but the grumble to it made me tingle

“Thanks, do you work anywhere?” I asked as May gave us our meals, my strawberry milkshake and grilled cheese, and Daryl’s coke with a burger and fries

“Sometimes I work on fixin people’s bikes ‘round town ta make some extra money, Merle said I’d make more if I did what he did but I don’t wanna fall into that crowd” I knew what Merle did, the whole town did

“Maybe one day we can get outta this town where people won’t judge us and we can have actual good jobs”

“Ya maybe”

With that we silently ate our food until we finished and May gave us our checks with my discount then we were leaving heading the door bell chime

We walked down to my house as neither of us had cars, until we stopped infront of the house awkwardly

“Lunch was nice, thanks for coming bye, you can come anytime”

“ ‘course, I’ll……I’ll see ya tomorrow then?”

“Ya I’ll see you tomorrow Daryl” I said smiling as we went separate ways, I closed the door to the house my heart thumping against my chest

I finally had a friend

Part.2

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appleblueberry-pie · 9 months ago

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Would it be wrong to ask for a non-smut yandere Tōji? I mean, there are many like that in various places, so what would he be like if he really met the love of his life and she somehow found out everything he was doing to support them? The reader simply does not tolerate the situation and does not accept at all that his children grow up next to the example that Tōji is setting, but he really does not want to lose what had made him happy.

The kids were at school. You said you'd bring them back to your place. He never knew why you didn't just move in with him. He supposes it's for shit like this. Accidents like these.

You were at his door, leaning against it, knowing how he loves to block your way out when you two get into arguments. You were distant and had been for this past week. You open your mouth again to tell him his mistake, and all he wants is to just hold you close on the couch like you two always do when the kids are gone.

"I can't live with a killer." The way that last words slipped out of your mouth was like it was your worst nightmare to ever bring up. And it was. You were dating a stalker, serial killer who got money off of assassinating others and somehow did those exact things to get you in his paws. You weren't disgusted with yourself.

You just wanted to be safe.

You didn't know if you could be safe around him.

You didn't know if the kids could be safe around him.

You didn't know what he was capable of. And that really scared you.

You just wanted to get out of the damn house, but once you had this whole speech about you finding out what he did, and then finally dropping that you want to disconnect from him entirely, he just can't let it get away from him that easily. No.

It was never his intention to make you worried. To make you feel uncomfortable, worried, afraid. He did everything in his power to make sure that never happened. He wanted to know how you found out and who the fuck to kill.

I guess he was a little overboard. But never to you.

"Y/n...."

He didn't know what to say. Because dating a killer is fucking crazy. There's nothing he can do about that.

"I can't lose you, too, baby. You and those kids mean every-fucking-thing to me. All that money goes to all of you-"

"It's not about the money, Toji, you're.......I just can't. I can't deal with someone like that." You turn away and go to turn the door knob and he's already there behind you. Softly turning you around and grabbing your face as if it was the most fragile porcelain.

"You're just gonna take them away? You're really gonna leave me like this? What about all of the shit we built together?"

"I'm willing to risk that to keep us alive and safe, Toji."

"I have been keeping you all alive and safe. I've been doing that shit for years."

"I shouldn't have to be protected to live a regular fucking life, Toji! I don't want to live with that stress on me!! Please!"

He doesn't want to stop you. He sees that look on your face, and all it reminds him is that he did a shitty job. As a partner, as a fiance, as a father and everything else in between.

All he knows is that he is sorry and he will continue to be sorry. Because he won't let you run off. He loves you too much to do that. You've engrained yourself on his tattoos, on his mind and his heart. It's all there because of you and it's shit that can't be erased with a simple white board eraser.

He'll start stalking you again. He'll find a way to talk with the kids again. Maybe he'll get his lil friend to do some lawyer shit for him, gain custody, or whatever the fuck it's called before you do.

He'll do everything in his power to have you back because he can't function properly without you. You were his gears, his wake-up calls, his breakfast, lunch and dinner for his soul and he'd be damned if that was taken away from him.

#yandere #jjk #yandere x reader #yandere x you #reader #jujutsu kaisen #yandere character #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk #toji #toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere toji x reader #toji x reader #angst #jjk angst #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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kawaiisimp · 1 year ago

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Modern Sanji in a relationship headcannons

Sanji would see you post your "girl dinner" and run over with a five course meal

He likes to pick the flowers growing on the side of the road while walking to your house. He already has a bouquet he bought too. He just thinks you can never have too many flowers.

He likes to match outfits with you anytime you're out together

His wallpaper is you, and he has a folder of just your pictures

Often, he has to apologize for having wandering eyes, but his hands would never ever wander over anyone who isn't you.

He's the type to literally push you away when blackout drunk while yelling that he already has a partner. At least you know he's fateful.

Never-ending pet names from this man!

He, for sure, has a million heart emojis next to your contact name, which is a pet name bc of course it is.

He makes playlists for you and about you

Ya know how some guys put their friends first to their s/os? It's the other way around for him. He will ditch guy's night or whatever just bc he misses his you or bc you seemed sad about him leaving. It's actually low-key an issue.

Has a wedding pintrest board

You know those videos of bfs with a bunch of stuff in their hands bending die to tie their s/o's shoes? Yeah, he's one of them.

Will drop anything and everything to help you no matter how small or big.

He melts at the smallest affection from you but often doubts that he deserves that love, so he needs some reassurance sometimes.

Strong believer in what's mine is yours, meaning his clothes are your clothes, your bed is his bed, his money is your money, your personal space is his personal space, etc.

He loves to slow dance in the kitchen while cooking with you

Always goes above and beyond for every date. Whether it's just at home watching a movie or going to a 5-star restaurant, he's pulling out all the stops.

He knows what he's doing when he does his simple flirty stuff. Pushing up behind you to get something, brushing his fingers against yours while doing dishes together, take a bit too long to roll his sleeves up, etc. He will act clueless as to why you're so flustered. He's not innocent.

Will sometimes purposely make you jealous

Brags about how amazing you are to all his friends. They are sick of hearing about you, but happy for him.

Does not like it when you talk to Zoro but would never tell who you can and can't talk to. He's not a dick.

"You're mine." But not in a "I own you," way, but in a "I need to take care of you," way.

Often buys and picks up things that remind him of you to give as gifts or sometimes keep.

He makes notes of all your preferences and tries to apply them anytime he can, from buying new cologne to getting new bed sheets. He's a pleaser and wants you to be comfortable and happy.

He is your number one hype man, and you are his biggest cheerleader right back.

His hugs are so amazing and comforting. I just know it!!!

All and all a top teir bf and literal hubby material.

#sanji x reader #sanji headcanons #sanji vinsmoke #sanji op #one piece #I have sanji brainrot really bad #this might be ooc bc I suck at reading characters lmao #this is how I perceive sanji #just self indulgent

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flippinpancakes64 · 11 days ago

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Hey i don’t know if you are still taking requests for your twilight stuff but if love to see how the cullen’s would react to a trans woman partner

The Cullens with a Transfem! Partner

I am not a trans woman, I’m cis but I do have trans friends so maybe this will be accurate? Hopefully?

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

Now I don’t want to immediately say that he’s transphobic

But he is the one who’s sort of the most stuck in the past

He’s confused by anything to do with the LGBT community

So you’re gonna have to break it down for him

He may not understand fully, but that’s okay

If he loves you, he loves YOU

And by reading your mind, he can see that there really is that sort of disconnect between you and your body

So even if he doesn’t quite get it, he accepts it

And that means he will go to bat for you any day of the week

He never really cared what people thought about him anyway

He doesn’t care about the social implications

He’s a Cullen

And a vampire

So of course if someone is picking on you in school or out in the world he will put them in their place

Alice:

She’s much more up to date with current things

She knows all about the LGBT

And is fully an ally

Completely understanding and supportive

She will do your hair, dress you up, anything to make you feel more affirmed

Again, she will put anyone willing to mess with you in their place

Absolute no tolerance policy

And she absolutely has no cares at all about the fact that you’re trans

To her, you are just like any other human

And she is always down to help you with hair or makeup or clothes or anything

Jasper:

Now he’s also old fashioned

But he’s much more open minded

He doesn’t really care much what anyone wants to do with their life

Tbh he probably wouldn’t notice at first

And if he ever had any doubts about you or your identity, that’s quickly squashed when he reads your feelings

Every time you get misgendered or get gender dysmorphia, he can feel how sad you get

So maybe he gives you a little boost from time to time

That’s his business

For him to know and you to preferably not find out

He won’t be as verbal when it comes to defending you

He’s a quiet guy

But he will always comfort you the best he can

Rosalie:

You’re gonna have to break it down

She comes from a time period where people were pretty judgemental

Not to mention she was part of the upper part of society

So she might have a bit of internalized stuff going on

Just break it down for her and explain your mind and she’ll get it

After learning everything and doing her own research, she is your ride or die

Will not hesitate to smack someone who talks bad about you

And of course, she will do your hair whenever you ask

Even if you don’t ask

Emmett:

Honestly

He didn’t notice

You could be the best passing trans person or the worst and he wouldn’t notice

It doesn’t help that when you explain it to him he just kinda

Looks at you

Blankly

He doesn’t know what that means

You can explain all you want, but I doubt he’ll really grasp it

Regardless, he loves you

You could be a worm and he wouldn’t think any different of you or treat you any different

And again, he will beat up anyone who dares to say smthn to you

And he’ll always be there to give the best cuddles whenever you want them

Esme:

Another one who doesn’t really get it

But she’s not judgemental

She needs a bit of explanation and then she’s on board

She takes you with her to the salon when she goes for hair appointments

And date night consist of painting nails and going on shopping sprees

(With Carlisle’s money of course)

She’s not the confrontational type

So she won’t tell off anyone who makes fun of you

But she’s a great comforter

Carlisle:

He’s around people all the time

So he knows pretty much everything that’s going on in the modern world

And he’s well aware of the LGBT

And of course he’s an ally

If you want any surgery or hormones or anything

He’s your guy

Free of charge

He would do anything to make you more comfortable in your skin

And again

He’s a great person to vent to or to get advice from

Vampire! Bella:

She’s the most modern out of all of them

But that doesn’t mean she’s the most progressive

She’s from the early 2000s

So… yeah

She’ll need some time to come to terms with it and understand

But if she truly loves you, she’ll get over it

She’s super curious and will ask you a bunch of questions

And she won’t hesitate to beat someone up

You’re in good hands

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generalsdiary · 3 months ago

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Sunday x gn!reader

word count: 1.3k

description: crackfic, written for shits and giggles, reader with a trailblazer mindset (and a crush on Sunday) - they're roommates

A Halovian man being your first sight in the morning isn’t something you signed up for. Against the opposite wall is another bed, his bed and he is sitting up, much like you are. His usually brushed wavy hair is now messy and his wings are ruffled, making his head look much like a bird’s nest. His eyes look sleepier than his usual tired ones and yet he still looks… beautiful. Perhaps it is his halo that framed the puffy eyes and untamed hair.

“Morning” Sunday voiced. It almost angered you. You finally got your own room except you had to share it. A frown colors your features. Maybe you’d frown less if you were waking up in his arms-

“Morning.” You decide to answer. Being that pretty when waking up should be a crime. And he should be punished for it. Yes. Punished. You nod to yourself. Sentenced to cuddle with you every night until the universe ends. Sounds good. Must talk with the judge.

Being distracted by your sneaky evil plans you get jumpscared by Sunday suddenly standing next to you in his long white pajamas and reaching out to your hair. “What are you...” he pulls a white feather out of your hair.

“I apologize, I had a restless night and it seems a feather fell your way.” Your eyes widen. His feather fell to you? Are you even allowed to touch it? Aren’t only significant others allowed to touch Halovian’s wings and therefore the feathers?

“Is it mine now?”

Sunday was slightly stunned. “Sorry, what?”

“It was on me. Is it not mine now?” your words a met with a head shake.

“No, it is still my feather. I do have to prune my wings soon…” Sunday sighs, visibly rethinking his plans.

“So no feather?”

“No feather.”

Aw shucks. If you had woken up earlier, maybe could’ve touched the feather, and felt how soft his wings might be to touch. This…crush on him is sometimes making you think you’re a stalker. You shake your head.

Sunday smiles softly at your simple disappointment, something was endearing about you. He left soon after. Claiming the first use of the bathroom.

Given the size of the room, it more often than not provided the usage of a living room to the other Nameless. Many nights are spent playing board games. In which you either made Sunday your archenemy for the night or did your best to have him as your partner in a 2v2. Either way, you enjoyed his attention.

“Pay up, angel” you smirked as Sunday’s figurine stopped on your hotel-built street. Sadly, he doesn’t take the loss sorely, as you had hoped he would. With a sour smile and nod he counts the owed money. “There you go, and I shall make sure to not step on your property again.” He smiles with that same head of the Oak family smile. It just makes you want to squish him, or punch him, or kiss him. You’re unsure. All of the above? All of the above.

Despite your empty complaints, born out of other reasons rather than disliking the man, Sunday is a good roommate. Clean, organized, always remembered where he placed something or where you left something. On the other hand, he will make you stand trial if you even touched anything of his. Moved by a millimeter- he knows. Moved a bit and returned to the exact spot- he knows. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d have assumed he had placed cameras in the room. Alas, you know better.

Standing said trial included him glaring at you with a piercing gaze and accusatory eyes. Terrifying to anyone from Penacony, exciting to you because you point your finger at him and take a few steps back, “Do not read my mind- hey, no, nope! I do not consent!”

Sunday sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I wouldn’t read your thoughts without your permission moreover I do not need to use such powers. It is obvious that you meddled with my personal items.”

“I borrowed a pen!”

“You have pens.”

“I ran out of ink.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“Ink?”

“Yeah, ink.” Your insistence caused another heavy sigh from the not-so-tall man. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to other valleys of imagination; other versions of the same sigh. Or would he pant, gasp, mumble your name… Enough, he is staring at you- Aeons forbid he was reading your mind, your eyes widen in fear.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” A bold question you posed to Sunday. You smirk to yourself, proud of your blunt nature.

With avoidant eyes, he answered, “No. Why?”

“Do you wanna know what it is like?” Your chance to shine has come! Aeons have shown mercy upon thee and you shall grasp this divine chance! Avoiding the ever-sleazy love confessions and complicated discussions of who likes who and how much. Yes, another victory is almost in the palm of your hand!

“I am perfectly aware of how it would feel, soft and eh- intimate. Just a moment… are you offering?” Sunday tilted his head subtly and both of his wings twitched. Given your constant observations (blatant staring) in the shadows (your room) you know that twitch means he is flustered. How cute, it makes you want to squish his little cheeks and boop his nose UGH-.

Your tummy fills with a wave of nervousness and anxiety. Aeons, they have failed you! Where did the boldness go? A warmth envelops your cheeks and you exhale, “Yes, I am offering.”

Bit of stumbling back and forth and you were kissing him, what a delight. Wait, hold on- you, YOU were kissing HIM? The Sunday? The head of the Oak family? …former head of the Oak family. Oh shit. Your buzzed out sensations all kicked back in at once; his gloved hand cupping your cheek, his nose pressed against yours, the faintest cologne that you could only smell if you stood really close to him, and of course, his lips. The soft feeling of your lips meeting in what was a prolonged peck. You can’t expect an inexperienced man to just jump in with tongue kissing now can you? Nonetheless, it felt better than anything you could have ever imagined and you did your best to suppress the small whine that threatened to escape you when he pulled away.

The softest shade of crimson colored his cheeks, “Was that okay?” Sunday shyly posed the question.

“Can we do more?” A moment of bravery! You are a lion! A mech that only Welt mister Yang himself could’ve built! Yes, Aeons have truly blessed you! Except the softness of your voice matched his and you sounded smaller than a kitchen mouse.

“You didn’t kiss me just to show me how it feels, did you?” His golden eyes scanned yours.

“No” Your heart was beating fast, preparing for the run of its life- treadmill time! Or it was your imagination which was running once more with the image of him making small noises as you two kissed…

His left wing twitched- happiness! Your earlier observations come in clutch once more! They should call you a super secret ninja spy! A ninja spy capable of finding out even the most secret of the enemy’s information!

“Then I suppose we have matters to discuss.” Sunday proposed with a small smile, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek.

Aw shucks. Just the thing you tried to avoid, albeit necessary. “Can we kiss for a bit more before that?”

Sunday warmly laughed at your question and nodded, offering a consolation prize, you have rolled an 8 for a Charisma check, he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

There will be more kisses, surely. If not you will file a complaint with the room manager (you) about your unfulfilled needs.

#felt like writing something lighthearted ngl #too often im writing in a poetic style #i need a breather with this crack fic #sunday x reader #sunday x y/n #sunday x gn reader #fluff #hsr #honkai star rail #trailblazer mindset!reader #divider cr: milklemondrop

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bunbun-mochi · 25 days ago

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When Asiatic Apple Petals Fall III

Cale POV

Word Count: 2432, no proofreading

3rd year Caleb and 1st year MC. It is the month of romance and Caleb was ready to throw dozens of love letters to him. But this year, it's different. He's not just throwing love letters meant for him, but also for someone else too.

<-Prologue <-Part II

Caleb stared at his desk and sighed. A box of lunch is placed on his desk. He doesn't always get love letters and snacks every day, but this boxed lunch always seems to appear on his desk every day without fail. In all of the notes, it is always signed as "secret admirer". Part of him wanted to refuse them, but seeing how excited MC is whenever he brings lunch when they meet, so he made no effort to reject those gifts. He would toss the note away and just leave with the lunch. Right before he met MC in those study rooms, as usual, he would put the lunch into his backpack for MC.

The bell rang loudly and a mere second later, all doors in the hallway opened, flooding the hallway with students.

This month used to be Caleb's most disliked month. The month of romance. This means this entire month, he'll just keep getting love letters and confessions. To make it worse, the school started a fundraiser for the month of romance. Every year, on the board, there are always couples that students believe are a perfect match and place money on them. Then on the day of the romance, the school holds a fundraiser party where everyone brings a partner to the party This year, however, he seemed excited. He's excited to spend this month with MC. He wanted to go to this party with MC.

Caleb glanced at the board, not surprised to see his name on the board. He feels there should be only one name worthy to be next to his. However, he stopped at one: Iac x MC.

He felt his mouth went dry. He had never heard of a boy named Iac in this school. Granted, he doesn't know everyone. But he has a very good memory. Every student he had come across with, he remembered their faces and names. But he had yet to encounter a student named Iac. And this Iac has the guts to place himself next to MC.

His mind swirls with all kinds of thoughts. Is MC seeing someone? What will he feel if she does? Would this new guy she's seeing would treat her well?

Does she only see him as a friend?

The next few days, all the talks and gossip are about the couples on the board. Caleb was sitting in the cafeteria along with his friends. He stares at his food while mindlessly playing with the peas on his plate while he keeps thinking about Iac.

"Hey, Caleb, you joinin' this bet?"

Caleb shook his head, "Let those people live in peace. Their private lives shouldn't be influenced by others."

A friend of his smirked, "Hey, I heard something quite interesting today. MC was it?"

Caleb's head immediately shot up and that earned a howl of laughter from his friends.

"I told you so!" Another friend of his loudly said. Caleb narrowed his eyes. He had been friends with him since middle school. The same friend who tried to send MC love letters to confess his feelings but Caleb would interfere with the letters. "Caleb doesn't care about anyone unless that person is MC."

"So, Caleb." A friend scoots toward him. "You gonna confess"

Caleb raised an eyebrow, "Confess what?"

"Your feelings."

Caleb looked at his friend, confused.

"You're telling me you're not going to confess to MC?"

"MC and I are friends," Caleb said before going back to poke at the peas.

"Yea, keep telling yourself that." His friend stretched. "Well, since you're not going to, I should do it."

Caleb shoved his friend away, "You're not her type."

His friend shrugged, "How would you know?"

"I have known her since elementary school."

"Alright, then tell me what's her type."

"Dark hair, tall, strong, smart, outgoing..." Caleb started to trail off when his friends were giving him weird looks.

"You're not describing yourself, right?"

Caleb rolled his eyes, "And why would I do that?"

"How about this: what is her standard?"

Caleb took a deep breath, "A guy who can cook, clean, fix electronics, can do her makeup, is willing to do skin care with her, knows how to wash her hair-"

"Wait, wait." His friends around him dropped their jaws. "How is that even possible? What kind of man do those things?"

I do.

"Man, she's such a high-maintenance girl. Not my type."

"Yea, me neither."

"Caleb, at this point, I don't even know if that was the truth or you lied so that you can keep her to yourself."

Caleb slightly smiled to himself as he heard his friends giving up one by one on pursuing MC.

That happiness faded quickly though.

As soon as the bell rang for the start of the next class, a sophomore approached Caleb in the hallway.

"You and MC are friends right?"

Caleb glared at the sophomore. "Yea, and?"

He hands a letter to Caleb, "Could you um, send this to her?" His face was slightly red and he looked nervous and embarrassed.

Caleb glared at the letter and then back to the sophomore again. "What are you sending her?"

"Well um, I like her and um..."

"Don't bother."

"Huh?" The sophomore looked at Caleb, bewildered.

"You're too short." Caleb snatched the letter. "Don't expect a response from her." He said, leaving the sophomore confused in the hallway.

Caleb walked into the bathroom. After he checked to make sure the bathroom is empty, he opened the letter and read the content. The more he read, the more he scowled. He rips the letter into pieces before flushing it down the toilet.

"Caleb, if you keep frowning like that, your wrinkles will become permanent."

Caleb glanced at his friend. The bell had rung for the school dismissal.

"What made you this upset? I had never seen you this upset before? Is it about MC?"

His friends laughed, "I bet it is."

Caleb rolled his eyes. "No, it's not."

It actually is. This year, instead of receiving love letters from girls, he been receiving love letters from boys who had a crush on MC. Thinking Caleb is just her friend, they decide to ask him to deliver the letters. Each time he received those letters, he would insult the sender. Claiming they aren't good enough for MC.

"She prefers a man who's strong enough to protect her. You look too weak."

"She prefers a man who can cook. If you can't even make a sandwich, are you trying to starve her?"

"Your hair is too light, her type is dark-haired."

"Your eyes are too small."

And so on and so forth.

And of course, those letters never made it to the recipient. Caleb would discard those letters. Perhaps he had intimidated MC's admirers or they assumed he was her boyfriend, he started to receive fewer and fewer love letters to be delivered to MC. Well, he never delivered them in the first place.

"Hey Caleb, what kind of food does MC like?" A classmate of his asked.

Caleb looked over to him, "My home-cooked food."

Without a second word, he stood up and left the room, leaving everyone in the room baffled.

He was on his way to the school gate where MC was supposed to be waiting for him when he got stopped by a boy.

"Hey, you're Caleb right? MC's friend?"

Caleb scowled at the word "MC's friend." "Sure, if you want to think it that way."

The boy cocked his head to the side, looking confused but didn't press on. "Um, my name is Iac."

Caleb glared daggers at the boy. So this is the Iac that he was trying to find. The Iac who dared to think he deserves MC.

"I was wondering if you could give this to her." He handed a box of cake to Caleb. "I heard she likes these kinds of cake so I got it custom-made."

Caleb made no attempt to take the cake. "I think you had mistaken, Iac." He emphasized Iac's name. "She doesn't just like that kind of cake. She likes this cake made in a specific way."

Iac blinked. "Do you know where I can acquire it?"

"Yes."

Iac stared at Caleb to continue but Caleb made no effort to give more answers to Iac. Awkwardly, Iac cleared his throat. "Where can I acquire that specific cake?"

Caleb folded his arms and answered cooly, "I'm going to have to check my cookbook."

Although subtle, Iac already got the message. This cake is only acquired by Caleb, meaning Caleb makes those cakes. He nodded in acknowledgment and pulled out a letter from the cake box. "Would you-"

Iac didn't even get to finish his sentence when Caleb harshly interrupted him, "You're still young, I would advise you to focus on your studies."

"I appreciate that but could you please send that to her."

Caleb scowled further knowing this boy was not backing down from this. He snatched the letter, turned on his heel, and left.

Once he had gotten far enough, he opened the letter and was about to read the content, he heard a voice.

"Caleb!" Caleb snapped his head toward the sound and shoved the letter into his bag.

MC looked at him skeptically. "What's that?"

Caleb shook his head, "It's nothing."

MC narrowed her eyes but didn't press on. "I feel like no boys like me. Am I that ugly?"

Caleb frowned, "What are you talking about? You look..." He wanted to say beautiful. He wanted to shower her with compliments. But only one word left his lips. "Nice."

MC rolled her eyes at his poor attempt to compliment her. "I got nothing. No love letters, no confession, no nothing." Caleb gulped as he knew the reason why. He's the one who has been interfering with it. "You, on the other hand, have been receiving gifts here and there."

Actually, Caleb had gotten significantly fewer love letters. In his freshman and sophomore years, he got tons. This year, when MC joined high school, the love letters dropped. He only got maybe four or five. Compared to his earlier years of several dozen, it's a significant drop. Perhaps, people know their relationship already and are mature enough to stay out of it. Unlike some dumb people who can't read the room.

Caleb smiled, "Think of it that way, MC. Perhaps boys believed they weren't up to your standards."

MC frowned, "But my standards aren't that high."

Caleb nervously smiled. Sure, her standards aren't that high, but he made it high. "Well, perhaps those boys are very immature and only like pick-me girls."

MC leaned in and peered into his eyes, trying to find any clue on him. Caleb felt he stopped breathing right there and then. The way she leaned in, he could feel her breath on his face. Then she narrowed her eyes, "Do you have anything to do with it?"

Caleb felt his palm sweaty from how nervous he was but still managed to show his "normal" face. "I'm not sure I understand."

MC leaned back and sighed, "No one had asked me to be their partner for the fundraiser party. All my friends are going with someone. Except for me." Then she gasped and grabbed his collar. "Did someone ask you? Did you already have a partner for the party? You promised that you'd only go out with me!"

Caleb chuckled, "No one asked."

MC narrowed her eyes, not believing Caleb. "Uh-huh. So who has been giving you those lunches and love letters? Huh?"

Caleb shrugs.

"You!" MC let go of Caleb and slapped his arm. "You have the mouth of a liar."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure someone asked you. Bet those letters you get all the time asked you to be their partner."

"Well, I never read those, so technically speaking, they never asked."

MC rolled her eyes, "Well, technically speaking, they did ask. You just never read it."

"Whatever."

Then there was a moment of silence. MC was staring at Caleb. Then she started to glare when Caleb made no attempt to make a conversation.

Caleb chuckled, "What? Are you expecting me to ask you something?"

MC folded her arms and looked away with a huff. "No."

"Oh, my bad. I wasn't aware." He was fully aware. He had known MC for such a long time. He knew what was on her mind. What she wanted him to say, to do. "Would you like to be my partner for this upcoming party?"

MC pretended to gasp and covered her mouth. "Oh my gosh, did this super popular guy ask me to be his partner?" Then she placed her hand on her heart as if being swooned.

Caleb gently smacked her arm, "Stop it."

"Oh, my heart!" MC teased, trying to stifle her laughter.

Caleb pinched her cheeks, "I said stop it!"

MC smacked his hand away and rubbed her cheek. "Fine, since you asked so nicely, I shall be your partner. Totally not because the hot pot is giving out discounts for couples." She pointed over her shoulder.

Caleb widened his eyes, "You used me for mere coupons?"

MC stuck her tongue out, "You bet! I'm such an amazing friend! Willing to help you save a few bucks!"

"And who said I'm paying?"

"Let's get some milk tea with it too," MC said, completely ignoring his question. "Ooo! Let's also-"

Caleb flicked her forehead. "OW!" MC rubbed her forehead. "What was that for?"

"One at a time, pip-squeak. Hot pot today and whatever else you had planned is going to have to wait till next time." He smiled when MC looked at the ground, looking guilty. He felt his chest tightly slightly, seeing how adorable she was.

"Fine, but you're paying." MC quickly said, dragging Caleb toward the restaurant.

"Fine, fine! Since I had already spoiled you, might as well spoil you again." Caleb pretended to be upset, but he enjoyed it. He wanted to spoil MC as much as he could. He had already worked a part-time job just so he could pay for whatever she asked for. With those adorable eyes, how could he say no?

Caleb suddenly stopped, "Wait, I forgot. I need to talk to my teacher about an assignment. Go in without me, I'll be there in a few minutes." And discard that letter along the way.

MC nodded, "If you don't come in time, you'll have to be Tango's and my personal chef and maid for another four weeks."

Caleb bolted back into the school gates, yelling back, "Yea, yea!"

Part IV-> Coming Soon

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#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #caleb fic #caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lnds #lnds #loveanddeepspace #lnd caleb #caleb fluff

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aacbloggingg · 1 month ago

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how do typical ACC’s work?

I want to use something where I don’t have to verbally speak for when I’m in public due to vocal dysphoria and social anxiety but I don’t know where to start. also I’m honestly very nervous about people judging me but I’m not trying to vent so I’ll leave it at that 😭

about AACs!

so there are three types of aac all named based on what kind of tech they use, no tech, low tech, and high tech.

no tech AAC;

this type of aac kind of depends on someone understanding that you are not talking at the moment. you can point at things with your hands and eyes, make grunting or other noises, as well as use sign language if the person you are talking to knows sign language. i dont know sign language but i have a set of premade signs i use with my partner when i dont have my aac with me which are just basic things like “i need to go now” “i need to go soon” “i need my headphones” “i need to smoke” “i need a break” etc.

pros- low effort

cons- miscommunications happen easily, i also just tend to give up on communication and shut down but i think thats just a me thing lol.

low tech AAC;

letterboards;

these are boards with letters you point at to spell out words, this can take a long time and people can get frustrated with how long its taking to communicate.

pros- you can say literally anything

cons- time consuming

communication cards;

these are stacks of cards with words and phrases on them, usually held together by a clip. these are fully customizable and usually made from scratch.

pros- i like that they are personalized

cons- you only have premade phrases, takes a while to make them

high tech AAC;

AAC apps;

a device like a phone or tablet with an AAC app. you can download many apps and customize most of them with symbols and custom words.

pros- fully customizable

cons- some apps need wifi, some apps cost money, takes a while to set it up to your liking

premade AAC device;

these are devices made soley for the purpose of AAC, i dont know much about them so i wont comment much.

pros- you will have a set AAC device and wont have to use your personal phone or tablet.

cons- usually expensive as they are a disability aid

eyegaze AAC;

i again do not know much about this type of AAC but from what i am aware, it is a device you use by looking at what you want to say for a certain period of time and then the device will say it.

pros- good for people with poor motor functions

cons- again these are expensive disability aids

PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AN WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING AND I WILL UPDATE THE POST

if you are looking to start using AAC due to social anxiety i would personally recommend trying out a set of communication cards. i personally have anxiety about talking in public and this includes the voice on my high tech AAC app, so i use comm cards when in public and my app when i am with my partner or friends. their also great if you love arts and crafts!!

a simple set of a couple needs and basic phrases for example;

yes

ask me yes or no questions please

i need the washroom

i need to leave

i need quiet

i am overstimulated

what is your name

i have social anxiety and cannot speak at the moment

i am not being rude by not talking

etc

#aac user #aac information #aac #aac device #high tech aac #low tech aac #no tech aac #aac communication #aac community #aac app #aac construction

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sashaisready · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty-Five - Epilogue

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Series Masterlist

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It had been nearly a year now since you'd met Bucky.

You're still living in your apartment despite his protests, he's been vocal since early on in your relationship that he wants you to move in with him. You're in his house most of the time anyway, and he doesn't like waking up with you not there. The men like having you around, really like it when you bake for them or bring leftovers back from the bakery. But you enjoy your little sanctuary, a break from the busy house and the swarms of mobsters – who are perfectly pleasant, but everywhere. Your apartment has a silence you can't find anywhere else. A relic from your old life. Still, he's wearing you down and it won't be long until you give in to him. You know that, he knows that, but you've never been one to back down from a fight. He knows that too.

You're still at the bakery. The newest Assistant, Carol, has taken to the job like a duck to water and has settled in nicely between you and Wanda. She's feisty and keeps Bucky's men on their toes too, which is a bonus.

Bucky surprised you by buying a large stake in the bakery and putting it in your name, meaning you now technically own it with Pepper. He was nonchalant despite your shock and gratitude, telling you that you practically run the place anyway so you should do so legally too. Pepper is delighted with the choice of new business partner and business is booming, although it's all still quite new to you – you've always been about the cake rather than the numbers. Still, you're learning all about running a business – with Bucky's help and experience.

Wanda and Vis are getting married and you're maid of honour, of course. You're busy looking at centrepieces and honeymoon Pinterest boards when you're together but still find time to sometimes grab a beer with Peter to laugh and catch up. He's back with his ex, Mora, and seems very happy. Neither of you can believe you were ever romantically involved now, even fleetingly, it just feels so wrong.

Bucky's business is doing well too. He's made a conscious effort to shift into more legitimate activities in your honour so he's doing his best to go by the book. You'd bet a large sum of money that he dabbles more under the table than he lets on, but you don't ask. He's started to share more about his past and you hold his hand and kiss his scars as he talks. Some of it is shocking, upsetting – but you don't judge him. He punishes himself enough. To you, a lot of it sounds like a lost young man groomed to be a pawn by older and stronger personalities. But Bucky never shies away from the wrongs he's committed, he believes in accountability.

HYDRA had been wiped out completely after that night, but Bucky keeps an eye on any former members or allegiances who may start up again. He managed to weed out the mole, Klaue, after some rigorous investigation. He was feeding Pierce location information and any titbits he could get his hands on for a pay-out.

One day Klaue was there and the next he wasn't. You hadn't really gotten to know him. You guessed it didn't end well for him but again, didn't ask. The newspapers simply reported that he was missing and you have a feeling he won't ever be found. But it's hard to feel sympathy as what he did nearly killed you, a fact Bucky was painfully aware of when he uncovered the double-crossing.

He doesn't have you followed anymore but he likes you to check in when you're apart, and he gets irritable if he hasn't heard from you in a while. Sometimes if you lose track of time and forget then he'll call you, anxious something has happened and scolding you. It's something of a bone of contention in your relationship but you try to remind yourself he's always on high alert after the night you got taken, and that this all comes from a place of fear. You can see he's doing his best.

The panic attacks from that night still catch you off guard occasionally. You know you won't ever be fully free, but it's gotten easier, it's gotten better. You know how to handle them. Same with the nightmares, they're uncommon now but never fully gone. Bucky holds you tight when you cry out in your sleep, his warm touch on your skin bringing you back to him as he reassures you that he's there. He's always there. He hates thinking about you waking up alone when you're staying at your place without him.

You still don't care for all aspects of his work. You still aren't fully comfortable taking money from him and prefer the cosy neighbourhood restaurants over the high end establishments in Manhattan. You're more at home with a burger than foie gras. Still, you accompany him when his business requires it – galas and meetings, fancy dinners and charity events. You never feel fully comfortable but you know he appreciates having you there. You have a few dresses to look the part now which helps with your insecurity. He teases that at least he knows you're not with him for his money.

You have no patience for the paparazzi or red carpets but funnily enough they have lots of time for you. The press seem to like the idea of the notorious Bucky Barnes falling for the 'baker next door', reforming his gangster ways and helping him settle down. It makes you roll your eyes when occasional articles pop up about you online, but Bucky finds it all very amusing.

Your insecurities rear their ugly head when occasionally women try and flirt with Bucky, not even particularly put off if you're there. Some of them seem to see it as a challenge, tempting the notorious mob boss away now he's settled and happy with a girlfriend. Bucky is quick to shut them down, he only has eyes for you after all – but part of him revels in your jealousy. You'll glue yourself to his side when it happens, scowling at the offending interloper and making it clear he's yours. You stake your claim with a firm kiss and protectively run your arm across his back. This is the role Bucky normally plays, and he'd never admit it to you but he likes when you turn the tables, reminding him that you can be just as territorial as he can.

You once both attended a black tie gala and somehow got separated as the evening went on. You were cornered by a society type trying to pitch you some sort of charitable cause...donkeys maybe? No, zebras. Maybe. Or was it a toy museum? He seemed to think you could convince Bucky to make a generous donation, that you were the wheel he needed to grease to get the cash. Despite the fact you knew the requestor could fund the charity for a year from his own bank balance and not even notice. You saw through it of course, you got this sort of impassioned spiel from one person or another at all of these events as they pretended to be interested in the bakery. You'd nod half-heartedly and tell them you would keep it in mind.

As the man continued to wax lyrical on the plight of the donkeys, or zebras, or toys, you caught a glimpse of Bucky across the grand hall. You felt a momentary pang of love as you watched him in his tux, he looked so handsome. You could scarcely believe you got to wake up to him every day.

But that affection quickly dissipated as you saw him in close conversation with a gorgeous woman, looking practically like a celebrity in a tight fitting red dress. Bucky was laughing and the woman kept touching his arm as she spoke. You seethed quietly as you glared at him over your conversation partner's shoulder.

Fine. Two can play that game.

You turned your attention back to the man in front of you. Mr. Drake you thought his name was, or was it Mr. Dickinson? Mr D would suffice. You began to smile warmly as Mr D continued his monologue, absent-mindedly running a finger across the top of your breast as you nodded along. You caught his breath hitch slightly and you took your cue to move closer to him. He cracked a terrible joke and you laughed uproariously as you angled your hips to accentuate your dress.

Your laughter caught Bucky's attention, in the corner of your eye you saw his head snap over in your direction, his companion suddenly forgotten. His gaze stayed on you as you began to press your hand onto Mr D's chest and told him how funny he was. Mr D began to stutter, clearly nervous to be in this position but not wholly against it either.

You caught Bucky's eye and stared back at him defiantly as you continued the show. He was stoic to everyone else but you knew he was raging, you recognised his poker face well enough by now. Your performance continued until Bucky finally broke away and stormed over to you, leaving his new lady friend gawking as he disappeared halfway through her sentence.

1-0 to you.

"Can I steal her for a moment?" Bucky asked Mr D, voice sweet as pie as a firm arm snaked around your waist.

Mr D nodded and stammered in agreement, clearly unnerved and nervous about what Bucky might think. Poor guy.

He marched you a suitable distance to the corner of the room and then he was hissing in your ear.

"What game are you playing here, Doll?" he warned, his face locked into a smile. To any observers you looked like a loving couple having a moment of quiet.

"Same one you're playing, apparently" you shot back through your own carefully painted grin. "Leaving me to be shaken down for money while you make new friends".

Bucky chuckled. "She's on the board of a company we're trying to make a deal with, Doll. I need to keep her sweet..."

"Mmm. Well she certainly thinks you're funny".

He glared at you, silently daring you to push him further. You merely smirked.

You had ended up in a broom closet, going at it against the door as Bucky covered your moans with his metal hand and rutted deep inside of you.

"My jealous Doll" he whispered into your ear between thrusts as you teetered over the edge. "Acting out at my work events...flirting with rich old men to piss me off...all because you want my attention...what am I going to do with you?"

You'd come hard, whimpering against his chest as he held you tightly. You slowly raised your eyes to meet his as a satisfied grin spread over your blissed out face.

"Worked though, didn't it?"

You both like retire to bed early and quickly became intimate with every inch of each other's bodies. The sex is like nothing you've ever experienced, a combination of raw lust and attentive lovemaking. You may not always be on the same page in conversation, but your bodies have always understood one other perfectly.

You can almost see Bucky's persona soften in real time once the bedroom door is closed. He'll strip off his suit and settle into bed with you, Bucky the mob boss and ruthless businessman disappearing before your very eyes as your Bucky emerges in his place. Your Bucky who whispers sweet nothings in your ear, who holds you tenderly and watches you with awe. He's still wracked with guilt about what happened with HYDRA, and generally how your relationship started, and so he apologises and tells you he loves you and holds you close – repeating the same gentle phrases to you like he's reciting a prayer. And no matter how much you tell him it was alright, that you love him and forgive him, you understand a small part of him will always carry it with him – much like you and your trauma from that night. So you allow him to confess his sins as he takes you in his arms and kisses your skin as he makes it up to you, his ministrations both vocal and physical.

It's a normal Wednesday evening and Bucky is due in any minute. You're in his ensuite bathroom staring blankly at the tiles in a bit of a daze when he storms into the bedroom.

"Doll...I'm home" he calls as he walks in, slipping his jacket off. "What do you want for dinner? Sushi could be good..."

His face creases in puzzlement when he can't see you. He notices the ajar bathroom door and heads over.

"Doll...?"

You're sitting on the closed lid of the toilet but don't answer him or meet his eye, you just sigh heavily.

"Baby...you alright?" he moves to you, suddenly anxious that you're having a panic attack or PTSD flashback.

"I'm fine..." you mumble quietly, moving your eyes to meet his. "Looks like I'll be moving in after all".

His face lights up. "Finally! Don't worry, I'll fix everything, the truck...movers...Wait, what changed your mind?"

You smile brightly at him then slowly reveal a positive pregnancy test.

"Hope you've got room for two of us?" you grin.

Bucky's jaw drops open as he looks between you and the test. He moves quickly, smattering your face in kisses as he glares at the two bold lines. He face spreads into a disbelieving smile.

"Oh my god..." he whispers.

"I know..."

"Oh...my god"

"I know..."

"So...maybe we need to rethink sushi for dinner".

You laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up and swings you around. He kisses you deeply before his eyes fly open and widen at a sudden realisation.

"Wait...does this mean you've got a bun-"

"I swear to God, don't say it" you warn.

"Please..." he pleads.

"Ugh, fine. But just once".

"You've got a bun in the oven" he grins.

"Happy?"

"Oh Doll, extremely".

The End

Aaand that’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented and reblogged this fic! It means so much to me and makes me so happy that people have enjoyed it. I am moving some of my other fics over from Wattpad/Ao3 after the holidays and am also cooking up some ideas for a Biker!Bucky fic for 2024 which I’m excited about.

Check out my Masterlist for my other stories and I’m also on Ko-Fi too. Thanks again ❤️

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

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mariamakeslemons · 6 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Day 4 Watersports

Warning: more fluff than actual sex, mentions of past bad relationship, and of course mention of watersports (I know people are squicked by it, please pass if you don't like it)

The food on your fork drops back to the plate, but you don’t really notice. You did, however, look around the table and take note of the others’ reactions. Simon had paused before sipping his drink, Kyle is staring at his plate blankly, and Price curses as some of his own drink drips onto his shirt.

“Could you repeat that?” you ask after a pause.

“Ah wanna try watersports,” Johnny repeats, a look of determination being undermined by the red creeping up his cheeks. You open your mouth to say… something, before snapping it closed and dropping your head with a sigh.

“Bad timing, Johnny,” Simon gently scolds, although he sounds a little amused. Johnny sticks his tongue out at Simon while Price wipes off his chest and Kyle seems to snap out of his existential crisis.

“Why?” Kyle whines and you wince. You remember on a solo date with Kyle, how he told you about trying watersports with a previous partner and ended up stinking because they refused to go a day drinking just water, despite him asking. Of course, he dumped that partner immediately after, but it also put him off watersports.

“Ah wanna be owned,” Johnny explains carefully, obviously having thought this through, “Ah’m nae gonna hev ye dae it, ‘f ye daen’ wanna. Bu’, ah’ve bin thinkin’ boot ‘is fer a while.” Kyle immediately relaxes, nodding and smiling a little.

“Well, don’t look at me, bruv,” he says, “That’s one that I won’t do ‘gain.”

“Fair,” Johnny accepts, before shyly turning to you and the other two men, “Anyone else?”

“‘M in,” Simon growls, “Wouln’t mind showin’ you yer place, Pup.” Johnny shivers, his pupils blowing out wide as they turn to you and John.

“Not one for pissin’ on people,” John decides after a minute, “But I wouldn’t mind watchin’.”

“I’m not a pee-er,” you declare, “Tried it with a past partner, and it was just okay. Not good enough for me to seek it out, but…”

“Unenthusiastic consent,” Kyle pipes in, obviously remembering your own story with watersports. While better than his, it led you to decide that watersports isn’t a squick, it’s just not something you like preforming on people and you’re okay with someone doing it on you.

“Basically,” you admit. Johnny nods, pouting a little at no one else wanted to do it too him. However, Simon takes a long drink of water before grinning,

“Finish yer food, Pup,” he rumbles, “We’re showerin’ after.” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at how quickly Simon is on board, after having to talk him through a basic bondage session that wasn’t even using ropes. But, with how eager Johnny shovels food into his mouth and how John is adjusting himself…

“Hey, Kyle,” you say, “Wanna see how many episodes we can watch before they’re done?”

“Hell, yeah,” Kyle agrees with a grin, taking his time to finish his own meal. You hum, accepting the rain of kisses you and Kyle get from the other three men before they disappear into the bathroom.

“You got a show in mind?” you ask, picking up your empty plate and taking Kyle’s as well.

“Not yet, Love,” he admits, “But I’ll have something when you return.” You kiss him on the cheek and clean off the table, dropping the dishes into the dishwasher after scraping off the few food bits that clung stubbornly to the plates. Returning to the room, you laugh at the image of Alton Brown holding up a suitcase full of money.

“Oh boy,” you giggle, dropping onto the couch to cuddle against Kyle. He chuckles and presses play, the two of you relaxing as you wait for the others to return.

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Four episodes finish before Johnny stumbles out of the bathroom, wearing a fluffy robe and his mohawk fluffing from the towel running over it.

“Hug?” he asks, so far in Sub space that he can only say one-word sentences. Immediately, you and Kyle shift on the couch and welcome the freshly showered Scot.

“John’s asserting his dominance on Simon?” you ask, petting at his soft hair. Johnny nods into Kyle’s chest, reaching back blindly to try tugging you onto him. With a huff, you follow, laying on Johnny, who’s laying on Kyle. The “sub” sandwich, as Simon likes to joke, as if he isn’t part of a “sub” when John’s around.

“They’ll be a bit,” Kyle hums, looking down at Johnny, “Good scene, Soap?” Again, Johnny nods, with a happy hum as he presses a kiss to Kyle’s chest. You both laugh softly before settling back in for more mindless telly, waiting for John and Simon to finish their personal shower.

#my work #n/s/f/w #kinktober 2024 #poly141 x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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andofone · 2 months ago

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SNS fic rec 2

I haven't done one of these in a while! I've found tons of fics lately that deserve to be read by more people. This is just a list for myself and others to look at, none of the works are mine.

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Idioms and Idiots by cyberflamingo

The transfer student is a country hick—which is just a nice way of saying he doesn’t belong in the private boarding school where Sasuke has calculated his life’s trajectory. It’s fine if the idiot steals all his friends, it's absolutely bearable if he’s forced to partner up with him in gym class, and it's definitely not a problem at all that his dorm room is right next door.

But joining the soccer team where Sasuke is team captain? That’s where he draws the line.

And if Naruto could stop calling him a pussy, that would be great.

Hidden Eddies by lonibal

"Orochimaru is free, and Sasuke's in a fucking cage."

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Naruto doesn't want the arm Tsunade's cooked up for him. He can't stand the smell of meat. Every day brings new problems: food shortages, refugees, rising tensions between the nations. And of course...

He was supposed to save the world. He was supposed to be a hero.

How did things go so wrong?

Was it always like this?

Mirror Mirror by sowell

A jutsu gone wrong brings Sasuke home in a way Naruto never expected.

Dirty Little Itch by Angelas

It's Naruto's first day of high school. And thanks to Sasuke, first day for a lot of different stuff.

Just Over His Heart by YoungAndOverIntelligent

Naruto's fear of needles would have been easier to handle were his tattoo artist less attractive. And also less of an asshole.

Tattoo AU

Tight Spaces by TheGoldenOath (VoiidVagabond)

Naruto and Sasuke get trapped in a dark, closet-like space. There isn't enough room to fight, so they find something else to do.

Waiting for an answer by KinomiAki

After eight years of struggling, Naruto finally caves and confesses to Sasuke. But it's okay; nothing is going to change between them. Everything will be the same.

...The moment Sasuke stops bringing it up every twenty seconds, it'll be the same.

SNS, oneshot.

have your cake and eat it too by keskasi, wingchestr

“What’s it like to give a blowjob?” Naruto asks.

“Pretty easy,” Sasuke says. He doesn’t want Naruto to talk about blowjobs. He shifts a little on the bed. His face feels warm.

“That’s it? Easy?”

“What, you want details?”

Of Monsters and Men by shrimpette

Naruto is a hired sword who kills monsters for money. One day, a monster saves his life. // The non-fantasy and non-Naruto elements are based on 14/15th century central Europe. The monsters are usually based on ones that appear in Slavic mythology.

#ao3 #ao3 fic rec #sns #saskue uchiha #naruto uzumaki #fanfiction #rec #fic rec

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aoibheann-aac · 1 month ago

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about AACs!

this was posted by a headmate on @aacbloggingg but i thought id share it here too, just the basics about types of AACs.

so there are three types of aac all named based on what kind of tech they use, no tech, low tech, and high tech.

1. no tech AAC;

pros- low effort

cons- miscommunications happen easily, i also just tend to give up on communication and shut down but i think thats just a me thing lol.

2. low tech AAC;

letterboards;

these are boards with letters you point at to spell out words, this can take a long time and people can get frustrated with how long its taking to communicate.

pros- you can say literally anything

cons- time consuming

communication cards;

these are stacks of cards with words and phrases on them, usually held together by a clip. these are fully customizable and usually made from scratch.

pros- i like that they are personalized

cons- you only have premade phrases, takes a while to make them

3. high tech AAC;

AAC apps;

a device like a phone or tablet with an AAC app. you can download many apps and customize most of them with symbols and custom words.

pros- fully customizable

cons- some apps need wifi, some apps cost money, takes a while to set it up to your liking

premade AAC device;

these are devices made soley for the purpose of AAC, i dont know much about them so i wont comment much.

pros- you will have a set AAC device and wont have to use your personal phone or tablet.

cons- usually expensive as they are a disability aid

eyegaze AAC;

i again do not know much about this type of AAC but from what i am aware, it is a device you use by looking at what you want to say for a certain period of time and then the device will say it.

pros- good for people with poor motor functions

cons- again these are expensive disability aids

PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AN WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING AND I WILL UPDATE THE POST

a simple set of a couple needs and basic phrases for example;

yes

ask me yes or no questions please

i need the washroom

i need to leave

i need quiet

i am overstimulated

i have social anxiety and cannot speak at the moment

i am not being rude by not talking

etc.

#part time aac user #aac user #high tech aac #aac app #aac device #aac communication #aac community #low tech aac #no tech aac

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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The long sleep of capitalism’s watchdogs

There are only five more days left in my Kickstarter for the audiobook of The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

One of the weirdest aspect of end-stage capitalism is the collapse of auditing, the lynchpin of investing. Auditors – independent professionals who sign off on a company's finances – are the only way that investors can be sure they're not handing their money over to failing businesses run by crooks.

It's just not feasible for investors to talk to supply-chain partners and retailers and verify that a company's orders and costs are real. Investors can't walk into a company's bank and demand to see their account histories. Auditors – who are paid by companies, but work for themselves – are how investors avoid shoveling money into Ponzi-pits.

Attentive readers will have noticed that there is an intrinsic tension in an arrangement where someone is paid by a company to certify its honesty. The company gets to decide who its auditors are, and those auditors are dependent on the company for future business. To manage this conflict of interest, auditors swear fealty to a professional code of ethics, and are themselves overseen by professional boards with the power to issue fines and ban cheaters.

Enter monopolization. Over the past 40 years, the US government conducted a failed experiment in allowing companies to form monopolies on the theory that these would be "efficient." From Boeing to Facebook, Cigna to InBev, Warner to Microsoft, it has been a catastrophe. The American corporate landscape is dominated by vast, crumbling, ghastly companies whose bad products and worse corporate conduct are locked in a race to see who can attain the most depraved enshittification quickest.

The accounting profession is no exception. A decades-long incestuous orgy of mergers and acquisitions yielded up an accounting sector dominated by just four firms: EY, KPMG, PWC and Deloitte (the last holdout from the alphabetsoupification of corporate identity). Virtually every major company relies on one of these companies for auditing, but that's only a small part of corporate America's relationship with these tottering behemoths. The real action comes from "consulting."

Each of the Big Four accounting firms is also a corporate consultancy. Some of those consulting services are the normal work of corporate consultants – cookie cutter advice to fire workers and reduce product quality, as well as supplying dangerously defecting enterprise software. But you can get that from the overpaid enablers at McKinsey or BCG. The advantage of contracting with a Big Four accounting firm for consulting is that they can help you commit finance fraud.

Remember: if you're an executive greenlighting fraud, you mostly just want to be sure it's not discovered until after you've pocketed your bonus and moved on. After all, the pro-monopoly experiment was also an experiment in tolerating corporate crime. Executives who cheat their investors, workers and suppliers typically generate fines for their companies, while escaping any personal liability.

By buying your cheating advice from the same company that is paid to certify that you're not cheating, you greatly improve your chances of avoiding detection until you've blown town.

Which brings me to the idea of the "bezzle." This is John Kenneth Galbraith's term for "the weeks, months, or years that elapse between the commission of the crime and its discovery." This is the period in which both the criminal and the victim feel like they're better off. The crook has the victim's money, and the victim doesn't know it. The Bezzle is that interval when you're still assuming that FTX isn't lying to you about the crazy returns they're generating for your crypto. It's the period between you getting the shrinkwrapped box with a 90% discounted PS5 in it from a guy in an alley, and getting home and discovering that it's full of bricks and styrofoam.

Big Accounting is a factory for producing bezzles at scale. The game is rigged, and they are the riggers. When banks fail and need a public bailout, chances are those banks were recently certified as healthy by one of the Big Four, whose audited bank financials failed 800 re-audits between 2009-17:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/28/cyberwar-tactics/#aligned-incentives

The Big Four dispute this, of course. They claim to be models of probity, adhering to the strictest possible ethical standards. This would be a lot easier to believe if KPMG hadn't been caught bribing its regulators to help its staff cheat on ethics exams:

https://www.nysscpa.org/news/publications/the-trusted-professional/article/sec-probe-finds-kpmg-auditors-cheating-on-training-exams-061819

Likewise, it would be easier to believe if their consulting arms didn't keep getting caught advising their clients on how to cheat their auditing arms:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/09/dingo-babysitter/#maybe-the-dingos-ate-your-nan

Big Accounting is a very weird phenomenon, even by the standards of End-Stage Capitalism. It's an organized system of millionaire-on-billionaire violence, a rare instance of the very richest people getting scammed the hardest:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/04/aaronsw/#crooked-ref

The collapse of accounting is such an ominous and fractally weird phenomenon, it inspired me to write a series of hard-boiled forensic accountancy novels about a two-fisted auditor named Martin Hench, starting with last year's Red Team Blues (out in paperback next week!):

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865854/redteamblues

The sequel to Red Team Blues is called (what else?) The Bezzle, and part of its ice-cold revenge plot involves a disillusioned EY auditor who can't bear to be part of the scam any longer:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/the-bezzle-a-martin-hench-audiobook-amazon-wont-sell

The Hench stories span a 40-year period, and are a chronicle of decades of corporate decay. Accountancy is the perfect lens for understanding our modern fraud economy. After all, it was crooked accountants who gave us the S&L crisis:

https://scholarworks.umt.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=10130&context=etd

Crooked auditors were at the center of the Great Financial Crisis, too:

https://francinemckenna.com/2009/12/07/they-werent-there-auditors-and-the-financial-crisis/

And of course, crooked auditors were behind the Enron fraud, a rare instance in which a fraud triggered a serious attempt to prevent future crimes, including the destruction of accounting giant Arthur Andersen. After Enron, Congress passed Sarbanes-Oxley (SOX), which created a new oversight board called the Public Company Accounting Oversight Board (PCAOB).

The PCAOB is a watchdog for watchdogs, charged with auditing the auditors and punishing the incompetent and corrupt among them. Writing for The American Prospect and the Revolving Door Project, Timi Iwayemi describes the long-running failure of the PCAOB to do its job:

https://prospect.org/power/2024-01-26-corporate-self-oversight/

For example: from 2003-2019, the PCAOB undertook only 18 enforcement cases – even though the PCAOB also detected more than 800 "seriously defective audits" by the Big Four. And those 18 cases were purely ornamental: the PCAOB issued a mere $6.5m in fines for all 18, even though they could have fined the accounting companies $1.6 billion:

https://www.pogo.org/investigations/how-an-agency-youve-never-heard-of-is-leaving-the-economy-at-risk

Few people are better on this subject than the investigative journalist Francine McKenna, who has just co-authored a major paper on the PCAOB:

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=4227295

The paper uses a new data set – documents disclosed in a 2019 criminal trial – to identify the structural forces that cause the PCAOB to be such a weak watchdog whose employees didn't merely fail to do their jobs, but actually criminally abetted the misdeeds of the companies they were supposed to be keeping honest.

They put the blame – indirectly – on the SEC. The PCAOB has three missions: protecting investors, keeping markets running smoothly, and ensuring that businesses can raise capital. These missions come into conflict. For example, declaring one of the Big Four auditors ineligible would throw markets into chaos, removing a quarter of the auditing capacity that all public firms rely on. The Big Four are the auditors for 99.7% of the S&P 500, and certify the books for the majority of all listed companies:

https://blog.auditanalytics.com/audit-fee-trends-of-sp-500/

For the first two decades of the PCAOB's existence, the SEC insisted that conflicts be resolved in ways that let the auditing firms commit fraud, because the alternative would be bad for the market.

So: rather than cultivating an adversarial relationship to the Big Four, the PCAOB effectively merged with them. Two of its board seats are reserved for accountants, and those two seats have been occupied by Big Four veterans almost without exception:

https://www.pogo.org/investigations/captured-financial-regulator-at-risk

It was no better on the SEC side. The Office of the Chief Accountant is the SEC's overseer for the PCAOB, and it, too, has operated with a revolving door between the Big Four and their watchdog (indeed, the Chief Accountant is the watchdog for the watchdog for the watchdogs!). Meanwhile, staffers from the Office of the Chief Accountant routinely rotated out of government service and into the Big Four.

This corrupt arrangement reached a crescendo in 2019, with the appointment of William Duhnke – formerly of Senator Richard Shelby's [R-AL] staff – took over as Chief Accountant. Under Duhnke's leadership, the already-toothless watchdog was first neutered, then euthanized. Duhnke fired all four heads of the PCAOB's main division and then left their seats vacant for 18 months. He slashed the agency's budget, "weakened inspection requirements and auditor independence policies, and disregarded obligations to hold Board meetings and publicize its agenda."

All that ended in 2021, when SEC chair Gary Gensler fired Duhnke and replaced him with Erica Williams, at the insistence of Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren. Within a year, Williams had issued 42 enforcement actions, the largest number since 2017, levying over $11m in sanctions:

https://www.dlapiper.com/en/insights/publications/2023/01/pcaob-sets-aggressive-agenda-for-2023-what-to-expect-as-agency-enforcement-expands

She was just getting warmed up: last year, PCAOB collected $20m in fines, with five cases seeing fines in excess of $2m each, a record:

https://www.dlapiper.com/en/insights/publications/2024/01/pcaobs-enforcement-and-standard-setting-rev-up-what-to-expect-in-2024

Williams isn't shy about condemning the Big Four, publicly sounding the alarm that 40% of the 2022 audits the PCAOB reviewed were deficient, up from 34% in 2021 and 29% in 2020:

https://www.wsj.com/articles/we-audit-the-auditors-and-we-found-trouble-accountability-capital-markets-c5587f05

Under Williams, the PCAOB has enacted new, muscular rules on lead auditors' duties, and they're now consulting on a rule that will make audit inspections much faster, shortening the documentation period from 45 days to 14:

https://tax.thomsonreuters.com/news/pcaob-rulemaking-could-lead-to-more-timely-issuance-of-audit-inspection-reports/

Williams is no fire-breathing leftist. She's an alum of the SEC and a BigLaw firm, creating modest, obvious technical improvements to a key system that capitalism requires for its orderly functioning. Moreover, she is competent, able to craft regulations that are effective and enforceable. This has been a motif within the Biden administration:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/18/administrative-competence/#i-know-stuff

But though these improvements are decidedly moderate, they are grounded in a truly radical break from business-as-usual in the age of monopoly auditors. It's a transition from self-regulation to regulation. As @40_Years on Twitter so aptly put it: "Self regulation is to regulation as self-importance is to importance":

https://twitter.com/40_Years/status/1750025605465178260

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