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yuquinzel · 1 year

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loving reo mikage is something juvenile— like i love you’ s on post-it notes, stealing sly and shy glances in class. like pebbles hitting your window at night and whispers in your backyard. and even after years, it hasn't really changed.

it's still evident in the way he's pouting right now, but at the same time, can't really hide his growing smile.

“accept defeat,” you smirk, “i won fair and square, reo.”

“no, you didn't. I sent the text first— fuck my wifi, I'm gonna sue that company.” he urges, flashing his mobile screen at you to emphasize on the fact that it was indeed him, that sent the “morning, i love you :)” text first.

it's a little morning routine of yours— a competition of sorts to see who sends the good morning text first. they get bragging rights and the perks of choosing what series to binge watch for the day. it's only valid if you follow it up with an “i love you”, though.

“ooh,” you coo, “sounds like a you problem.” you bring a hand to brush back the lilac strands reo lets free on mornings like these, he leans and melts into your touch out of instinct.

“this is really unfair,” reo sighs. this is going to be an unpleasant dent in his winning streak for the past three weeks. “i set my alarms for five minutes earlier to send the text first."

you would be lying if you said you were surprised. to reo, giving in the extra effort is only natural. it's one of a kind— something you can never capture the essence of in just words. he does it because he can. because he wants to.

you know because even when he's been winning for the past weeks, somehow the series he picks to binge watch are always the ones you have casually mentioned wanting to watch. reo doesn't seem to realise that you notice, but that's what's really charming, isn't it?

your heart skips a beat nonetheless, “looks like it was my day today, i get bragging rights.”

“yeah, yeah. brag away, you only have today.” but he's smiling, “i'm gonna set an alarm for twenty minutes earlier.”

“my goodness,” you breathe, “i didn't know you had such a huge crush on me, reo.”

he pouts, “i literally tell you that everyday.”

“that's embarrassing,”

“it may be embarrassing but at least I'm happy.”

“you're happy having to wake up at 5:40 just so you can send a text first?” you laugh.

he mirrors it, “best moment of my day.”

“you're down bad, mikage.” you roll your eyes.

“you're the same. otherwise, you wouldn't be sending me these texts at 6 am.” reo hooks his arms around you, letting his head fall on your shoulders. the way he holds you is always the same— with a sense of safety, firm and protective but warm like a second blanket. it feels like home.

“guess i am.” you smile, a newfound bliss in your eyes.

although reo hates losing, this time he feels like he's won.

@rinnahhhh / blue you have the craziest and most romantic ideas please never stop :')

this is purely self indulgent therefore super short because reo is the best boyfriend in blue lock fite me :P

#❛ ‧˚🪐 — the dusk renditions.#reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #mikage reo x you #mikage reo x reader #reo drabble #reo x reader fluff #reo mikage fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #bllk x you

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haruchi-slit · 6 months

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WHEN HE GO LOW, I GO LOWER!!

synopsis⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾:

You saw Satoru making out with a girl in the club and as your revenge you slept with his three friends :)

a/n: DONT MIND THE TITLE IDK WHAT TO NAME THIS BLOG I'M SORRY! Our wifi broke so i wrote this cause i was bored. I'm risking my digital footprint and my dignity (am i?) i personally think this is kind of cringe? cause of the pet names and detailed smuts i was literally laughing while writing this idk if i cooked this shit up or burnt it lmaoo

Warnings!!

Toji, Ryomen and Suguru are, like..26-29 in here..and Satoru is a very,very,very red flag boyfriend here if you're not good with that then shoo away. Grammmatical errors, typographical errors mdni, foursome, raw sex, use of rose toy, fingering, fisting, degrading, praisin, anal, etc.

"Have you seen Satoru's latest post?dang, so you gonna let him hook up with other girls?" Suguru clicked his tongue "tsk, he's a womanizer, you deserve better Y/n" he added as he shoved his phone to you.

"He said he'd change, so c'mon people change don't they?" you chuckled, and slightly tapped Suguru's phone away.

"eee, whatever you say, but don't come crying to us hon..we've already warned you." Ryomen snickered

"Stop with the yadayada and finish this f'me?" you rolled your eyes "besides he's going to take me on a date tonight."

"You're fucking delusional, sweetie" Toji said as he appeared out of nowhere,

"And you fucking scared me" Suguru laughed out.

"Whatever, im going home gonna get ready for me and m'love's date.."

"Yeah, sure whatever just come to us if he fucks up mhm?" Toji chuckled

"i don't care, I'm sure he won't fuck up tho" you responded and bid them goodbye.

You drove back to your house, unlocked your front door and got inside, it's already eight in the evening and Satoru said he'll pick you up at nine, you took a shower, dried your hair, did your hair just how he likes it, did your make up

in the best way possible, you wore your dark blue dress that compliments every curve and dips on your body. It's been a long time since the two of you dated and it's understandable with all the side chicks he's got, you still forgave him after all the things he has done to you. you prepared your bag, you put your lipstick, your card, your keys and of course your rose toy and also a condom in case the two of you get freaky and shit, while doing your make up you got a message from Satoru.

'Toru💙

-Something came up, can we move our date next week?

You hesitated to respond..but as a understanding girlfriend, you agreed of course you would, but because you already have your look and everything you decided to phone Shoko, and asked her to come over and go to the new club..and of course as the best girl, she agreed to come with you.

"Yeahh, im down this week had been fucking rough..i need to let out some steam eventually." she said

"yess, perfect be here at 10 I'll wait for you" you responded.

as you wait for her you scrolled thru your phone while eating the pineapples you cutted earlier cause you thought you and Satoru will have a blast tonight but he, as the damned boyfriend he is, he cancelled it and didn't even told you what "came up" while eating and scrolling on your phone for a while, you heard someone knocked on your door and you knew it was Shoko so you came rushing down to your hall and opened the door,

"Heyy, y/nnn~~" Shoko greets you with a warm smile, as you responded with a hug, "Shall we go now?" you asked "Of course!" she said. The two of you went to the club and wow, literally wow, very fucking ironic.

You saw Satoru in the club, making out with other women.

he's so fucked up now.

Shoko saw Satoru and marched towards him and gave him a very hard blow on his stomach, causing him to choke on his saliva.

"Fuck you, and fuck your sidechicks!" She then snatched a random man's drink and spilled it right on top of Satoru's and the girl's head,that left Satoru speechless. When she came back to you she noticed that you were no where to be seen, "Poor woman.." she sighed and tried to find you in the huge crowd in the club but she couldn't spot where you are. As for you, you we're rushing, running away far from the scene, too overwhelmed to stop from running thousands and thousands of thoughts in your mind,

"am I not good enough?, am I ugly?, am l replaceable?-" you snapped back into reality when you bumped into someone,

"Watch where you're going!" the man said, "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" you bowed down and ran to the nearest park.You sat down on the bench and called Ryomen.

"Ryomen, can you pick me up?, it's so loney out here" you sobbed,

"You guys are right he fucked up." you added.

"Aww~, turn on your location I'll pick you up we'll help you relieve your loneliness" Ryomen responded in the other line of the phone.

((⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠))

"Ah - i think it won't fit!", You jolted as you tried to fit you fist up to your ass,

"it'll fit hon, keep doing it..how'll you going to handle our dicks?" Toji whispered to your ear before he kissed your forehead. You nodded as you tried to relax your body, you drew your hand to your mouth to lubricate your hand so it'll be easier for you fist to glide thru,

"Good girl, keep doing it baby" Geto gave you a smug smirk as he tweaks your nipples, sucking it occasionally while he presses your rose toy deeper into your clit. Ryomen tucked your loose hair behind your ear. You bit your lower lips, "P- Please" you blurted out.

"Finish your words woman." Suguru sternly responded. "Please- hah!" you were cutted off when Suguru bit you left nipple,

"Please what, woman?"

"H-help me relieve my loneliness, by your c-cocks" you babbled.

"Should we comply to this poor woman's plea?" He asked, Toji and Ryomen, the two men gave you a teasing smirk, Toji lifted you up and laid you flat on your chest, on top of Ryomen facing his cock as he faces your pussy, "ass up" Toji said which you senselessly obeyed, he snapped his hips into your anal hole "mhmm!-" you jolted as he slowly picked up a pace, on the other hand, Ryomen is currently eating you out, spitting at your pussy only for him to suck his saliva back in his mouth, using his hand he spread your folds like damn book and thrusts his godly amazing tongue, he paused

"Honey, do you mind pleasing me?" you shook your head countless times due to the pleasure Ryomen and Toji is inflicting you.

You carefully guided your mouth to his cock

sucking it, gawking it up and down. Ryomen

chuckled sending vibrations to your clit , causing you to arch your back even more, you were a moaning mess, saliva drooling from your mouth, Suguru walked up infront of you

"Can you smile for the camera baby?, sending this to Satoru..gonna show him what he's missing", you paused from sucking Ryomen and looked up to the camera with your beautiful doe eyes and smiled widely, Suguru grabbed your hands and placed it to his cock which you understood and gave him a rub, he paused the recording and placed the phone down, sinful groans, moans and squelching sound filled Suguru's Condo "Sit up baby" Ryomen ordered, Toji pulled out and helped you sit up, you can barely feel your legs, you sat on top of Ryomen he slides his dick in your ass, as Suguru stood between your legs Suguru gave himself a few pumps before putting it in your pussy you loudly groaned "A-ahhgh!" Toji positioned himself beside you and grabbed your head onto his cock giving himself a deep throat, you can feel them twitching you knew that they were close as your pussy runs like waterfalls, spasming and squelching around their cocks. Make up completely ruined, Suguru grabbed his phone again and continued recording,

"B-baby,hngh-! look at the camera...Who's better, us or S-satoru?" you heard him asked as you struggled to babble and spit an answer due to the immense pleasure, "hgh-ah y-y-" you struggled "hmm?" he hummed teasing you. "YOU!" you spat "that's my girl" he smirked "All, a-all of you!" you added, "atta girl" Ryomen said as he quickened his pace, your tits, bouncing uncontrollably, you prepared your hips for your release,you were so close,

"Are you breaking up with him?" Ryomen asked

"Yes, ughh!"

"fuck" Suguru groaned, as he released thick white rope in you, painting your walls white,Ryomen also came after a few seconds, same as Toji.

"You heard her, she's breaking up with you." Toji chuckled as Suguru ended the recording, afterwards he sent it to Satoru.

Ryomen and Suguru pulled their dicks out of you, your pussy completely puffed,red and full of semen, Suguru focused the camera on your cunt that's currently oozing with tons of semen he spread out your folds and focused it on your entrance, clenching and spasming around nothing.

a/n: this took me 8 days to finish, I was procrastinating lmfaoo bye see ya!!🪼

#ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #geto x reader #suguru smut #toji fushiguro #toji smut #four #some #jjk #jjk smut #lol

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alex-rambles · 10 months

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You were locked in your basement?? Btw, if you do move, perhaps hide your phone in like your clothes or pocket as you’re wearing them. Trust me, it’s easy and they won’t suspect to look through the clothes you’re wearing and if you have to change clothes or whatever, just hide your phone again in the current clothes you’re wearing or even inside of your shoe. If you have a binder, it’s perfect to hide your phone inside of there.

This is a very long post that I made to explain my situation + it's a vent

Nonono not locked. I just meant my parents made me be down there with them. Yeah no when I said "trapped in my basement" I just meant with my family cuz the tornado sirens were going off don't worry. It was just kinda annoying.

I appreciate the help, but my secret device is actually a tablet they got me a year ago, and FORGOT PARENTAL CONTROLS, because my stepdad was setting it up and he is not familiar with the type of tablet it is. They thought they threw it away (I had two of em. One was much more monitored because it was from when I was little. They are just these Amazon Fire Tablets, and they thought they threw both of em away, because when they were cleaning out the closet they couldn't find it, and just assumed they threw it away earlier. I got lucky).

Lucky for me, it was actually in my room. The one my stepdad set up. The unmonitored one where I can browse the internet as I please and check out whatever website I want. The only thing was that I couldn't download any apps I didn't already have, as my mom would get a notification because of how the Amazon App Store worked.

I can probably put it in a backpack, but the wifi would have to change and they'd probably notice the tablet on the plan or whatever, and the tablet doesn't use cellular data.

My actual PHONE is monitored. It's an android with this silly google family link thing on it, and my parents (technically my stepdad, he's the one in control) can easily go into the app on THEIR phones, and check my screen time, and every app I have on it (and I can't even download an app without my stepdads permission. If I try to get an apk from the internet and install it, the thing blocks it), as well as what websites I've gone too recently.

HOWEVER, on the subject of checking websites, they can only see what websites I browse on google chrome. My phone came with another Samsung Internet browser, and on THAT, I can open an incognito tab (dubbed Secret Mode). But I have to be sparing with that because my parents will notice I was using Samsung Internet a lot if I use it too much, and then whoops, that'll get monitored too.

So basically, if we move, I lose what is basically my only lifeline, the only reason I'm politically aware, and the only resources I have as a trans person (my parents have offered groups, but I'm too socially awkward. I absolutely prefer face-to-face communication, yes, but with people I know, thanks. If I don't know you, let's just chat through Tumblr or QuoteV, yeah?). That's a problem.

But it's fine, we live in an expensive area because we got lucky when we moved in two years ago. And they said they will only move if we can stay in the same school district. So, fingers crossed, everything is too expensive. Lots of houses going up for sale around here, but they're all too expensive or not the conditions my parents want or need.

TLDR I already have a monitored phone, my secret device is a tablet, my parents never allowed me on social media because 'it's not safe' and they think I can't take care of myself, and if we move I lose the social media because of needing to switch wifi, which is big bad because it has been supporting me and keeping me entertained

#looooooong post #seriously this is the longest non-fanfic post I've ever made

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nathank77 · 1 month

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4/1/24

10:09 p.m Updated/ Added to/Edited-10:42

So earlier today, your fb posts were as followed, you and your husband's wedding, family reunion and the house.

Now it's you and your current husbands wedding, you and your ex husband's wedding, the family reunion and your friends. The house is gone.

I still do not know if this is all wifi and data shit. I've been playing with it and refraining from posting....

Well I'm a stalker but I looked up your ex husband's name and yours on ct judicial gov site. And wow, I didn't realize it was so detailed. I learned a lot like your address which I'll NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER EVER go to unless you talk to me and give it to me yourself and ask me to come over and send a face picture so I know someone isn't fucking with me and you'll have to date it and write Nathan on it with a newspaper or a video chat would do but I'd take screen captures.

With that being said, I never looked up your ex husband's name before tonight and I found out a lot.

Forgive me for being a stalker. What I learned is divorce can be final and assets and child support can still be in the works past the dissolution date. What I learned is your divorce took a very long time to be truly finalized.

Part of me is like that's another Elise. Yet a lot of things add up. The 10 year marriage. Children in the public information about child support, and classes. Where you live city and state specifically. And of course your name matched with that and that of your ex husband's name in the fb post.

Something that made me think it couldn't be you is he seems to live out of state. I was under the impression he lived in state and your girls saw him at least every other weekend. I didn't try to gather much info on your ex husband. I did a brief search and found virtually nothing and moved on.

All I can understand is, you may have wanted me to see how complicated a divorce is. I know you own the house cause of dates. Your house looks beautiful on zillow... I saw the little window. I think the one where you sit for your job and I teared up a little.

I had no idea how complicated divorce was. That does not mean you're getting a divorce from Brendan and I refuse to believe it unless I see something judicial. You can change your profile picture and I'll assume you wanted a change of style. Although God only knows why you'd hide those beautiful eyes.

I hope your ex husband is in ct and I hope he sees his beautiful girls every weekend or more. Either way I'm not going to pretend I know anything except what I can read.

All I know is what this means to me is. If you're here, you trust me. You're exposing information about yourself that I otherwise wouldn't have looked up.

All I know is it doesn't mean you and brendan are getting a divorce.

Last night you changed something or maybe it was my fucking data, but everything was up from what I detailed last night and then you added two breath ct things........... yea I've been looking at you cause I think you're trying to tell me something but idk.

I'll stop soon. Either way I want your friendship and I had no idea your divorce despite being final in 2017 was still proceeding into 2021 for assets and what not while you are currently married.

Anyways with all this being said, I am going to stop stalking. I feel like a true stalker knowing your address. I WILL NOT EVER GO NEAR YOUR HOUSE.

But I still feel like a stalker and i feel I learned a lot about you.

It makes me wonder, is Elise here. Is she trying to inform me that divorce is really complicated and maybe she's going to get one. Or is she just trying to share information with me to let me know one day we will be friends.

I'm going with friendship and I'll say this- I want to learn everything about you and I mean everything. I want to learn these things from you, not online searches.

Although if this is your way of making sure I know you're going to know me personally I really am thankful. As I feel crazy.

I'm going to conclude this with I feel like a stalker but I WILL NEVER GO TO YOUR HOUSE. And I may check your fb a few more times to see if this post changes anything you have available publicly...

I'm always going to feel like a stalker but I hope this is what you wanted. I hope you were trying to get me to find your divorce information. I feel kinda crazy for looking you up yet part of me thinks you wanted me to.

If not I'm sorry I'm a stalker. I'm not a crazy guy I won't look for you. Minus my online searches. And eventually if nothing changes or it stays the same or I never hear from you eventually I'll stop writing about you and move on.

Deep in my heart I think you're my soulmate and you're trying to do everything you can to communicate with me.

Or maybe you're just my soul friend and you want me to know you'll be here one day.

Even if you're like Nathan's a fucking lunatic. I love you Elise and I'll stay over here in Torrington and live my life and leave you alone until you call me... and maybe I'll do the Southbury tango but I won't go there looking for you.

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ladyazulina · 5 months

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Birthday(s)

So, after my Birthday's Eve post, I thought I should do one about the birthday per se, as a minimum. But I can't really talk about my twenty-fifth birthday without sharing my perspective—not about birthdays in general, but—about my birthday. So here it comes.

I don't remember ever liking it, but that's not even fair because I don't remember most of them.

I know it was properly celebrated when I was a child, things were different then, and proof of it was in memories shared from my mom and a unsuccessfully erased pink eight-shaped silhouette of the foam sculpture that was atop my cake that year from the wall. I have grown up with that shape still carving my wall. But one thing that has always shaped my day was sadness. From different sources:

I grow up without my dad. My mom kicked him out when I was six because he was still cheating on her, and one of the first things I remember around my birthday is from one year later if I'm not mistaken (and I can be), being in this weird and unknown place with this kid almost one year younger than me that I didn't like and this woman that tried to be nice to me. My half-sister's birthday is, in fact, 28 days earlier than mine. And I've seen my dad in them. What he had left in mine was this awful feeling and a craving for ice cream, which also made me sad because it was the go-to thing to do during the scarce moments of my teen years when he came to spend time with us.

My mom did the best she could, I know that, but I still grew to be a quiet, timid, and reserved kid. It didn't go well socially for me in school, and my birthday has always been on winter break or right away the last day of exams. There was one year, after a circle of friends adopted me and did their best to take me out of my shell, that my classmates allegedly threw the Christmas party in my honor because of my fourteenth birthday. The friends ambushed me on the last day of classes and made me call my mom to have her permission to go to the sleepover in the house of one of them, I didn't want to go but didn't feel brave enough to be honest, so I went against my wishes. They dolled me up, took away my glasses, put on makeup I didn't want, (created me a Facebook account), and we went all together to the party. I didn't like the food and there were two cakes I didn't touch, one with a picture of the gang of the person giving the house, and one with "all the classmates". I hope you assumed I wasn't in either, so it was hard to believe that it was even 1/3 for me. The worst part is that my house was close to the one where the party was held, but I wasn't able to be left out to go to my house, so I had to go through the sleepover anyway. (It was 2012, I believed the world was ending on December 21st, and was mad because my lil sister was sad with me, not being able to give me the gift she chose for me.)

I don't remember when I noticed I didn't like cakes (unless they're homemade), give me ice cream instead. But I think I was adamant after that party about not wanting any birthday party for myself. Brace yourselves: the year after I had a surprise party. Yearly, we have my mother-side family gathering for Christmas, so some particular characters of the family decided to use that gathering to give me a party I vehemently said I didn't want. People not excited or interested in my birthday. Wifi cut out because my sister was mad at me for wanting to chat with my boyfriend. Three rented adult dresses to change into. Makeup to bear. Five to ten centimeters of heels to break my feet with. Lots of photos, with the one using a white dress making me look like a bride with my cousin of life seeming my spouse. Of course I smiled and feigned happiness and let them drag me in whatever, my mom asked. But I took off as soon as I was able, knowing that not even that was for me.

Goddess, that sounds kind of sad.

Two years ago, my dad decided to take me on a trip for my birthday, with all his daughters (my sisters and his other two). A tourist destination. A rented house. Three days, two nights. Walking day and night. Going to beaches. Looking and sightseeing. It wasn't a trip made for me because I don't like any of that, my half-sisters do, the planners of the trip. It was cold, the water was freezing, and we didn't have a lot of sun. I discovered my birthday was only an excuse for them to go there again, and for my dad to unload one night some of the burden eating him from inside. It wasn't nice, but I still hold onto the fact that at least the rented house was nice.

All of that made me reconsider that having a vendetta against my birthday was only making me suffer, so last year I started planning to make me look at it better.

I didn't have a lot of time to do something grand, but I asked friends and some groups I felt comfortable talking to, to do something nice for me on the day (it could have been something as little as just spending some time talking with me), because that was the important part. It wasn't a good day, but thanks to their help, it wasn't totally bad. I decided then to have a date with myself the next year.

This year. Two days ago.

I'm not sure if I said everything I wanted to say about birthdays here, it feels like a rant and some reminiscences, but I'm short of words, so I should do you a favor and just stop. The summary is that I never liked my birthday and the feeling just increased with every attempt, but I'm trying to give it a 180º for myself, and this is the second year trying.

And I'll come back soon to talk about my Birthday Spree, so don't tune off.

#writers life #birthday #birthdays #rant post #personal rant #rant #vent post #vent #offf and I didn't even get started with Christmas!#Christmas was always there taking off my focus #that's one reason of why I never liked Christmas #fight me but I think I will never like Christmas

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folerdetdufoler · 5 years

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if mondays at sixteen even had picked (i guess he didn't really pick BUT anyway) a different way to propose, how would he have done it?

hah, now i gotta write an au for my au? niiiice.

i sort of entertained a different proposal here. but now that i reread it it doesn’t feel right, and it also doesn’t fit anywhere into the finished timeline. but i do like the idea that even would’ve loved isak so much he wouldn’t mind a public proposal like that, and that he would do it while isak was still camming, literally. he would say “this man, in this exact moment, exchanging sexual activity for money, is who i want to be with for the rest of my life.” no shame in this game.

but the way i wrote it, we also know isak would never reveal his face on camera, so this level of exposure of their relationship probably would have only come if isak kept camming and made it his career.

anyway, let’s try a different proposal that wasn’t based on “oh god i forgot that i love you my bad.” if he had to think about it, plan something, i think he would have gotten quite stuck. he’s seen and heard so many proposals, from the couples he worked with to the couples he researched. sometimes he would want something different, to stand out from his work. other times he would want something cliché, just so he could say “our love is just like any other love and deserves the same pomp and circumstance.” i think he would spend years getting caught up in these conflicting desires.

that wouldn’t be a bad thing, of course. isak is happy because he has what he wants and needs as they are. he doesn’t feel pressure from anyone else to be married, and it isn’t a fairytale he was raised with. so he’s not watching the time tick by waiting for a wedding, nor is he planning to make one happen on his own. he has zero expectations, which means the smallest surprise will still shake him to his core.

so, years later, they still meet up at helene’s café on mondays at sixteen. at this point christian knows how important that time and place is, so his work schedule allows it. it’s also a convenient excuse for delivering any prescriptions in that neighborhood. isak hangs up his white coat, leaves early, and drops off bags of medicine on his way. sometimes he arrives before even, sometimes after, depending on how long he spends chatting with the customers he sees. this time he got there first.

“i’ll probably have a heart attack if you ever order something different.”

“I probably will too. my heart wouldn’t be able to handle any variation on this specific amount of caffeine or sugar.” isak swiped the cup of iced mocha off the counter and swung around to his usual seat. he didn’t say anything about the missing bun but helene knew he was expecting it.

“i’m pulling fresh ones out in a minute.”

“my heart thanks you.” he settled in. helene disappeared to the back. isak pulled out his ipad, ready to start a case study that sana had sent him a few days ago. the link was in his email but he quickly realized nothing was loading. “helene? your wifi?”

“new password!” she hollered back. he heard her oven door slam shut. then he looked over his shoulder at the chalkboard.

the password hadn’t changed for years, but one day even noticed how slow the wifi had gotten when he was working, and between the two of them they figured out that helene’s new neighbors were hogging her bandwidth. “while i’m actually trying to hog it myself in this moment, i’d like to point out that i’m a paying customer. you should change your password whenever it gets bad. make people come into the café and buy something if they’re so desperate for the internet.” even then proceeded to write up some excellent (his word choice) puns for helene to use, which would make both the password and the café memorable to the customers. this gave him an idea for a humor instagram account, where he could post latte art and the chalkboard puns, but he never got around to it.

helene changed the password though. sometimes they were even’s puns, sometimes they were whatever she could think up on the spot. they rarely made sense, and this new one fit that description. isak typed it into his ipad’s settings and waited for his inbox to refresh after it connected. once he was able to click the link he felt relieved. he didn’t realize how anxious he had become by not feeling connected, and it was silly considering that he had data he could use instead. but all of those feelings were brushed aside when he saw even walk in. then he just felt light. “hi hi.”

even didn’t say anything, he just walked right up to him and kissed him on the cheek. helene brought out a plate with a steaming cinnamon bun on it and a glass of tea for even. she set them on the counter in front of them and exchanged a look with even before walking away. their small nods were probably an agreement on who was paying for that afternoon’s treats. it was even’s turn.

he settled in too. isak let his bun cool but started caffeinating, warding off the headache that would come if he went too long past sixteen without a daily hit. he got through a couple of pages of the study before even leaned over and whispered, “do you have wifi?”

“oh, yeah. there’s a new password. will you marry me?” isak said it all without looking up, not wanting to lose his place on the page.

“yes.”

“you’re connected?”

“not yet. but that’s my answer.”

finally he looked up, since he was confused. “answer to what?”

“you asked me if i’ll marry you, so i said yes.”

“no, that’s the wifi password. will you m—” that’s when isak noticed. his eyes slid over to the counter where helene was practically shaking by the register, watching them in rapt silence, her hands clutched in front of her mouth. even was twisted on his stool facing isak head-on, a small smile twitching on his lips. “did you just….”

“no, but i think you just did.”

of course even would do this. of course he would turn it into a trick, a joke, something he could tease isak about. of course this is how even would propose to his boyfriend: by getting him to do it first.

“do you want to get married?” isak still wasn’t sure how earnest the trick was supposed to be.

“yes. hence the earlier ‘yes.’ i think this means you’ve proposed twice.” even had unleashed his complete smile now, letting the joke ease his nerves, letting his answer speak his truth.

“no, i mean i’m just asking in general, like a conversation. do you want to marry me?”

“third time is the charm, eh?”

“even!”

even laughed. “yes.” isak could see it in his eyes now, that the joke was over, and he was saying what isak wanted him to say, answering the question he wanted to be asked. and because even knew all of this, because even knew isak, he asked him in return. “will you marry me?”

isak wanted to say yes. but he also couldn’t resist: “that’s the wifi password.”

even laughed again. he grabbed at isak’s chest, gathering a handful of his shirt to tug him closer. “i know. fuck, this is like the worst abbott & costello gag. but isak,” even leaned in to meet him, resting their foreheads together. they were close enough that all they could see was the other one. all they could see was the rest of their lives. “will you marry me?”

“yes.”

helene cried. she tried to stay quiet while isak and even kissed and hugged in the window. she grabbed a napkin to wipe her nose and cursed the noise that the paper made. then, to hide her face and look busy, she turned to the chalkboard and erased the proposal. she picked up the piece of chalk next to the register and wrote their answer: yes.

she left it there for a month, and proceeded to propose to every customer who came in and asked for the new password.

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I know it's been weeks and weeks since I last posted a story and if I'm honest, I haven't gotten very much done either. But... the second and final part of my Bruce Banner fic, You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry is ready to go and I have a House M.D. Wilson/Cameron fic 90% finished. Both will be posted within the week. Until then.

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You Wouldn’t Like Me When I’m Angry (Bruce Banner X Fem! Reader) Part Two

Summary: Part two of this fic. The aftermath of what happens when you see Bruce ‘Hulking Out’ for the first time.

A/N: Humans and aliens of the sacred hellsite, I know it’s been absolutely forever since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been having some writer’s block recently and I’m thinking of getting off Tumblr for a while. Anyways, this is the second and final part of this Bruce Banner fic. The House MD Wameron fic will be out in a couple of days depending on how bad my WiFi is. Happy Reading :)

Warnings: A little angst. Nothing major.

Danielle Steel once wrote, "we are all fools in matters of the heart." In those first agonising three months without Bruce, you realised just how true it was. Bruce left to protect you and you stayed away to protect him. In the earlier days, you left the Avengers Tower, you left New York all together. You just wanted to be free. You considered the old hope, selling your house, buying an old truck, moving to a quaint small town but in the end, you were happier with city life. You picked Washington. You found a cheap little apartment, pretty, sunny and convenient, and got a job as a primary school teacher.

Life seemed simpler. Washington was new, you didn't know anyone and no one knew you. Our first day of work was successful, the children loved you. That was how you lived your life. Wake up, exercise, get ready for work. Teaching, lunch, more teaching, walk home, lesson planning. Dinner, reading, going to bed. There was no excitement in your life whatsoever. You planned to keep it that way. However, life didn't necessarily want you to follow that path.

You'd caught wind of a physics conference being held in Washington, at a university not far from the school where you taught, but you didn't think much of it. Until the day of the conference itself. You were walking through the cold December snow, the school having been dismissed for winter vacation. That was when you saw him, a flash of dark hair, a purple shirt and then he was gone. Anger brimming in your eyes, you pushed him out of your mind. Too late.

"Y/N ?" he asked, turning. You didn't, you walked on, tears slowly dripping down your cheeks. You wiped them away, doing your best to ignore his presence behind you. He jogged in front of you and placed a hand on your arm. "Y/N Y/L/N, I never thought I'd see you again," he said, smiling. "I don't want to see you again," you replied coldly.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Look, just give me one chance to explain, give me five minutes." You sighed, trying to bottle your feelings. "Okay, five minutes," you said, directing him to a nearby park. The two of you sat side by side, letting him explain.

"I left because I didn't want to hurt you. Not because I didn't love you. I love you Y/N, I still do. Truly. But… I didn't trust the other guy to be around you. I wanted to get him under control. I didn't think…"

"That I'd leave everything behind, run away ?" you supplied. He nodded.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Why'd you do it ?"

"Bruce you idiot, your letter. The way you wrote, it made me feel like… you didn't love me… you didn't want to be with me…" you whispered. Your tone had gone from angry to melancholy in a few short seconds. He took your hands in his. "Will you let me prove that I love you ?" Bruce asked. You nodded. He smiled and softly pressed his lips to yours. As he pulled away, you smiled back.

Two months later, you walked and in hand as the snow started melting. "I love you," you reminded him as he dropped you off at the school. "I love you more," he grumbled, his brows creasing in frustration. "Brucie ?" you asked, gently rubbing his arm. "What's wrong ? Are you angry about something ?"

"You wouldn't like me when I'm angry," he mumbled. You smiled and kissed him.

"I totally would."

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