#this thought brought to you by the fact i recently bought 2 games i really like the story of

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 5

Chapter 5: Year 1. Part 2

If I could land 3 kicks and 3 punches, before lunch, I’ll count that as a success. And so, it began.

~~

By the time lunch time came around I was surprised at myself. For the fact I landed more hits than excepted. I was so proud of myself that I thought I should have made training a game from the start. At least, put a challenge on myself. I was so happy that I didn’t notice the looks Kami and Mr. Popo gave me. “Goku, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Just that you’re eating more than your usual amount.”

“Is that a bad thing? I just used up a lot of energy, is all.” Kami nodded and walked out the room. Once lunch was done, I follow Mr. Popo to the steps in front of the temple. Today’s lesson was about nature.

…

“Good Chichi. Let’s take a break.”

“I’m ok dad. I would like to get a few more in before we return for lunch.”

“Chichi, you sure you haven’t done enough sit-ups?” Dad is right. After one more, I sat up and crossed my legs. I decided to meditate before I got up fully. Today already felt like a long day, yet it wasn’t over. After meditating for half an hour, me and dad went into our capsule home. It’s been two months since he promised to train me.

At first, it was just like it was when I was a kid. But then, dad forced me to stop wearing my armor. By now I already understood why. Doesn’t make any less sad. I had to except I was no longer a child, with a child body. So, I adopted more of a tai-chi uniform. I like how it flows with my movements, and it looks nice. Instead of a traditions gi, I wear a cheongsam on top. Even though dad trains me, I still try to practice my katas on my own, when he’s not looking.

Once inside the home, I started up cooking our lunch. Also, since starting training, I started teaching myself other things. Since my dream was still to be a simple house wife, I had to learn how to be one. Whenever we made it a new town or city, along our training path, I always made sure to buy plenty of books. Once I sat lunch on the table, I called out to dad to join me.

As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help myself to read a book. I made sure it wasn’t a book I recently bought. It was a simple book filled with romantic poetry. It’s actually one of my favorite things to read. It was not until I finished one of the poems that I noticed dad looking my way. “Is something wrong, dad?”

“I’ve noticed you been buying a lot of books lately. Is there a reason why?”

“Because I want to learn so much. And if, at the end, I was to become queen, shouldn’t I know as much as possible to help others?” This answer seemed to pleased dad, even though it wasn’t a lie either. I do want to help other, and I want to learn so much.

“Are any of them new cook books?”

At this I got excited and ran to my temporary room, to get my latest book. I came back and went on a rant how I want to try cooking all these foods. Once or twice I mention how I hoped Goku would like my cooking. Without me knowing, daddy frown every time I mention Goku. I was just too excited to notice.

Once lunch was over it was time for my ‘proper lady’ lessons. I didn’t really like this part of the day. I had to learn to hide any emotions. I had to learn to stay calm, no matter how angry something got me. But can you blame me? I after all, have my dad’s famous temper. I remembered one time I punched a boy for bullying a smaller girl. The group with him called me names, but I ignored them. They weren’t worth my time.

Soon after that girl and I became friends. She was the only friend I had in our village. I didn’t understand why nobody liked me. But it didn’t bother me, cause at least I had one friend. And there was always Goku.

After our two-months training away home, dad was ready to go home. I was a different story. I wanted to train more. Once back at our village we were greeted by one of our eldest maid. With her was her grandson, Li. He was a weird boy. Whenever his grandma brought him over, he would always follow me. It bugged me a lot. Whenever I was in the garden, trying to get a workout going, he would show up and watch. At the beginning, I didn’t mind. After a few times, he tried talking to me, that what annoyed me.

Li would go on and on about how cute I looked. He would then question why did I even want to be strong. “It’s not like it matter. Grandma says it’s a waste, and it’s not proper.” Whenever he said that I left and went to my room to finish my work out. There were times he would even try to get into my room, while I’m trying to change.

I told dad this, but he insist that Li is just trying to be my friend. It sure didn’t feel that way. How would my Goku react to this? Would he be like daddy? Or would he be on my side? Whatever the answer might be, I just hope Li never touches me. If he did to damn what daddy says.

We stood home for a month. During that month daddy threw parties, and invited everyone who had a son my age. During these parties I had to dance which of the boys. While dancing with one of them, he tried grabbing my butt. I reactivity punched him. I did so hard he flew to the back wall. I was so angry I failed to notice how disappointed my father looked at me. After taking shallow breaths to calm down, I left the ball room.

Halfway to my room I noticed Li was following me. “So what now princess?” The way he said that pissed me off. I had every mind to punch him too, but I ignored him and went to my room. I had enough! I changed out of this big stuffy dress, and put on my uniform.

I packed up, and left a note for dad. In the note I stated I was going off training to cool off. And for him to not worry about me. I then took my bookbag, made sure I had capsules and left. I aimless traveled to the ocean. I was chased by dinosaurs and other monsters. Times like this I wish I had my helmet, but I can’t rely on that anymore. I had to find my own strengths.

3 days had passed and I have finally returned home. I was greeted by a very worried daddy. He was sobbing as he picked me up, in a tight hug. He said we should throw a party to celebrate my return. I kindly asked that we didn’t do that. I don’t need parties and being surrounded by people. At first it seemed my father understood. While, until 4 months later, he threw another party when we returned for a training mission. At this rate I will never be strong as Goku.

I confronted my dad about this and told me how everyone needs rest. Rest? “You call this rest!” I was so mad. I could understand if we came home and all we did was relax, and catch our strength. But nope, we come home and he plans a huge party. Parties are nice, but I don’t even get a chance to relax for a few days. Well time to put up my perfect princess attitude and get on with it.

…

Two months into these lessons and I swear I was getting more and more bored. The math stuff was helpful when putting it into my training. The reading and writing I didn’t get but I tried reasoning with Mr. Popo about it. Surprised he agreed to end those. But he did teach me other stuff, like health and biology. It made sense, since I could imply it into my training.

I was getting better each day with understanding living energy. I was even able to officially beat that damn doll. So today Mr. Popo was going to spar with me. I still couldn’t beat him, but I was getting close. Sometimes he would mention something about a temper. I asked him once what that was. He answered by simply punching and I got mad and was going to try to punch him. He then said, “That’s a temper.”

So guess it’s another word for mad. So, another word added to the list of things I need to control. Lately living up here I been making a lot of list. Like things I had to get a better hand of, things I wanted to ask my friends, and stuff I would never tell a soul.

It was almost a year into this training and Kami stated it was time I trained with weighted clothes.

[transgirl-gaming-thoughts]

I Don't Like Mario?

I'm writing this less because I think it makes for good blog content, and more because I just wanted to get my thoughts out. This is probably a really bad take, but oh well.

I recently bought NEW Super Mario Bros. for the DS because it's my favorite console and I figured I might enjoy a good Mario game for it! And credit where credit is due, I enjoyed most of the game. It's a fun twist on a classic formula, and it brought some new life to the franchise. However, it's not all great. In fact, in the end I don't think I ever want to play this game again. This was only the latest in a long line of disappointments from the Mario series.

I've always been perplexed by my feelings towards Mario games when it's one of the biggest names in gaming from my favorite publisher. How could I not enjoy Mario games? I think part of that may be the fact I never grew up with them and therefore have absolutely zero nostalgia for it, but there's more to it than just that.

This is mostly discussing 2D Mario games, by the way. I enjoy some good 3D Mario, and would even say Super Mario Galaxy is one of my favorite games of all time.

When it comes to 2D Mario, I find myself constantly disappointed by a few key factors: - Level Design - Characters - Story/Plot

Level Design First we have level design. Mario levels have a sort of style that you come to expect: pipes, blocks, etc. But this doesn't leave a whole lot of room for variation. Most levels feel the same, and I don't really feel like I'm going anywhere or making any progress because it's all the same thing. There's also lots of simple design flaws that I tend to see a lot of. Just for example, in World 8-3 of NEW Super Mario Bros. there is a sequence where you run from a giant eel swimming after you, and you have to avoid Cheep Cheeps, blocks, and other obstacles until you reach the end. Seems simple, and it's actually a lot of fun! Except at the end, you have to swim up to the top of the screen to enter the pipe to get to the flagpole. There's no indicator that you need to go up until you hit the end, and the eel will keep coming and kill you at the very end if you don't exit. Why? You just did the whole thing well enough to survive, and your reward for relaxing at the end is failure? At the very least, the exit pipe should be in the middle of the wall to make it more accessible to players in general, but no.

This seems to be a trend with Mario where they make bad design choices like this that ruin an otherwise enjoyable level. Sometimes levels are just bad, with too many enemies/not enough power-ups, etc.

Characters Another issue is with the characters. For the most part, Mario games are played as Mario and sometimes Luigi (Luigi's physics providing a sort of "hard mode"). In NEW Super Mario Bros. Wii and WiiU, two Toads are playable, but don't really have any special abilities. Way back in Super Mario Bros. 2 USA, Princess Peach was playable, and has been playable a few times since, such as her DS spinoff Super Princess Peach. But generally, you play as Mario, with Luigi sometimes added as an afterthought.

This general lack of variety means that Mario may be easy for anyone to pick up any game, but none of them are particularly interesting. You always know exactly what to do, and there's never any aspect of figuring your way through the world. It just gives an unoriginal feeling to all of it in general.

Story/Plot This last one is more of a small personal gripe, but story/plot. Mario isn't known for it's storytelling for the most part, and especially not the 2D games. I get that it's a fun, simple platformer, but I still love seeing some worldbuilding and some lore in even the simplest of games, and Mario has consistently failed to deliver.

These reasons and more lead me to the conclusion that I just don't enjoy Mario games. It's not that I haven't played the right one, or never learned how to appreciate them, I just don't like them. Again, 3D is a different story, but the 2D games are just not my thing. If I'm looking for a 2D platformer, I go for Kirby or Sonic. Sonic I feel like fixes most, if not all of, the problems I mentioned, or at the very least doesn't fail as bad. Kirby is always excellent as well, with the plot and lore being lighter on Kirby's end when compared to Sonic. I totally understand why some people like Mario, and that's totally fine! It's just not for everyone, and I think I've reached a point where I can see that, and stop trying to force myself to like it. I just have different taste in games, and that fine too. You may disagree with me, and that's great! We all have our own thoughts and experiences that lead us to have varying thoughts on the games we play, and I think that's a beautiful thing. So don't let my words stop you from enjoying what you love, but if you're like me, just know that you don't have to like something just cause everyone else does. Have your own thoughts on the games you play! I guess that's sort of the message I was building up to? This was less good blog content and more coping with my severe disappointment, so take it with a grain of salt I guess.

Thanks for reading, and be sure to ask questions and suggest new post ideas in my ask box! Stay safe, stay hydrated, and God bless! Happy gaming to ya!

~ Alex

#assorted gaming thoughts #mario #nintendo

[welcometowcwmondaynitro]

WCW Monday Nitro 16/09/1996

Alright everyone, let’s GOOOOOO!

This week we get to see where we’re broadcasting from. I guess Asheville, NC isn’t as embarrassing to WCW as the Columbus Civic Center in Georgia. 

First thing to note, Tony and Larry actually look disappointingly normal here. Neither of them are wearing anything horrendous for once, which is good for them but sad for me. 

Tony says he has “bad news to report”, that the nWo won War Games. Larry goes a step further and calls it “horrible news” as we get some still images from the PPV main event. Larry says “if we trusted Sting, like I said, we would have won”. Was Larry actually an advocate for Sting in the past couple of weeks? I can’t really remember. I think the Sting “betrayal” segments happened whilst Bischoff, Tenay and Heenan were at the booth, so I don’t think we got to hear Larry’s take on things. With that said he probably would have talked about ancient empires of gold or some other bollocks and made no sense anyway. 

Look at this kid’s face in this PPV still shot... this child is fucking ANGRY. He looks possessed. No wonder Hogan’s face is like “what the fuck”.   

After running through the ending of War Games, with the nWo winning, Savage getting beaten up as usual and Liz getting her dress spraypainted by the nWo, Tony decides it’s time to make an on-air apology to Sting. He notes that they all thought he was the newest member of the nWo but “he obviously was in Japan, we should have known this.”

I don’t even know what to say to that. Nobody in WCW knew Sting was in fucking JAPAN? Bischoff is the President of the Company and was on commentary bemoaning Sting’s betrayal - HOW COULD THE PRESIDENT OF THE COMPANY NOT HAVE KNOWN STING WAS IN FUCKING JAPAN? Let alone his supposed “best friend” Luger. Are you seriously telling me literally nobody in WCW knew this information? It blows my mind how utterly stupid this is.

Larry says it’s too late for apologies - is it? - and that Sting is a “sensitive man” and should get a job working for Mother Teresa. Keep in mind this “sensitive man” tried to murder somebody by throwing a rock through a limo window and stole a police car literally two weeks ago, but yeah, sure, Mother Teresa would surely be thrilled to have Sting show up to work for her. Anyway, Larry is not sympathetic at all. Frankly if I’m Sting I’d be more worried that the people I’m working with and working for are so incompetent and dumb that they got themselves into a frenzy about my supposed betrayal (on national TV no less) despite the fact I was in Japan on company business. 

Nonetheless, we get a shot of these fellows handing out nWo flyers at the arena entrance. WCW, for some reason, think it’s a good idea to show the audience this. Also is it me or does that guy in the middle look a bit like a long-lost relative of Bret Hart?

4 minutes into the show and we get to our opening bout...

Tony notes that at Fall Brawl Juvi almost became the Mexican Heavyweight champion, but tonight he’s facing...

Rey, the Cruiserweight champion. Are the weight designations for Mexico vastly different to the US? Why is Juvi challenging for a heavyweight championship one night and the cruiserweight title the next? Oh well, who cares.

Rey Mysterio Jr (C) Vs. Juventud Guerrera

This should be an awesome match. Let’s see.

Mark Curtis and his moustache give us a nice look at the belt before the match gets underway. Curtis’ expression here kind of looks like he’s being forced into doing so. He looks strangely vulnerable. Whatever.

Tony once again starts apologising to Sting and says the nWo “fooled us”. I mean, honestly Tony, you kind of fooled yourself. The nWo just brought out some dude in a somewhat decent Sting cosplay and you instantly bought it as being legit, despite Sting himself being in Japan. This is not on the nWo, it’s on you and the idiots surrounding you. Tony also notes he incorrectly accused Flair of being a part of the nWo recently as well. 0/2 in terms of accusations so far. This is how shit like the Salem Witch trials happen, and Tony simply says “it’s paranoid times” as if that excuses him going around accusing co-workers of stabbing everybody in the back. Tony, an apology isn’t enough here, you need to speak to somebody about this compulsion to blame people for things that haven’t even happened yet.

Rey gets Juvi into this odd position. The kid on the far left is extremely amused by this. Not sure what Rey is going for here as he carries Juvi around awkwardly for a while before Juvi just kind of rolls off Rey’s back and hits him with a DDT.

Spiked.

Tony lists the likes of Super Calo and Hugh Morrus (humorous, get it?) being in action later as if a single person in the entire world would give a shit. They also hype Glacier going up against Big Bubba... wow, can’t wait for that one. 

Mostly back and forth between Rey and Juvi, not many Lucha things going on though. Mostly just your standard stuff. After chopping Rey down to the mat, Juvi looks out to the audience and yells “yeah!” - this is responded to with boos for some reason.

Also the two guys in the bottom left stand up and both give Juvi the thumbs down and throw middle fingers at him. Harsh. It’s funny because Juvi hasn’t been portrayed as a heel, but since he bombed in that interview segment with Okerlund a few weeks ago people have apparently decided Juvi is a dicksplash. Gene strikes again.

WCW decides to go to a break just as the fun lucha stuff starts happening, with Rey leaping off the top rope onto Juvi on the floor...

We come back from the break with Juvi in control. Juvi tries to play to the crowd again and once again gets roundly booed. He just nods as if they’re cheering wildly. I guess that’s all you can do. 

Juvi comes flying off the middle-rope with a moonsault onto the outside...

Nicely done.

Larry says something that I simply don’t understand.

“I don’t think those high risks are necessary. If you’re gonna use them, play the human game of chess in mid-air (???), once you get the man down, bring in down to sea level (???)”

The fuck are you talking about Larry. 

Hurricanrana from Juvi.

Suddenly Tony says there’s a “celebration” going on outside, and they decide this is more important than a match for the cruiserweight title.

Not even the nWo guys, just some random scrubs holding up signs. I’m also not sure how this quantifies as a “celebration”. It looks more like a picket line. This appears to be more of a protest than a celebration. Where is the champers? The babes? The loud hip-hop music? Celebration my arse.

Then we cut back to the ring...

JHC what is going on here? Somehow Juvi is powerbombing Rey from the top turnbuckle. How did this happen? We don’t know because WCW felt it more important to show a bunch of losers standing outside with nWo placards.

You know what’s even crazier? Rey turns this into a fucking hurricanrana!

Holy smokes, as Tony would say. That looked incredible. 

These dudes are going crazy for this, as they should.

Rey pins and gets the win off that move. Not a great match, but pretty good, and that ending was sweet af.

Rey Mysterio Jr (C) defeats Juventud Guerrera via pinfall.

So, we now go to the back for an interview segment with the sad sacks of the Horsemen, Mongo and Benoit, along with Debra, but...

What the hell? No Gene? Instead Mike Tenay appears to have stolen his job. Is Gene in Japan?

Okay, so I just looked into this apparently Gene’s contract with WCW has actually legitimately expired at this point, and he won’t be back until November. Are you fucking serious? Gene had the most screen time of anybody in the company up until this point, and they let his contract expire? Why have him in a thousand segments a week if you weren’t planning to renew his contract?

I’m kind of sad now because, as much as I jokingly rag on Gene-O, he does make things interesting with his shit-stirring. I doubt Tenay is going to have the same ability to be an entertaining douche, but I guess we’ll see. 

 Oh, shirts hanging out of the lockers, as per.

Tenay says that Mongo and Benoit’s presence was “missed” at War Games - Benoit yes, Mongo probably not so much. 

Mongo and Debra point at the camera as they speak.

Mongo tells Luger to find Sting and “beg him to come back and get in this match”. What? Is Mongo expecting Luger to build a time machine out of a microwave and a 1990s cell phone, jump into the past and convince Sting to actually compete in War Games? The match is over Mongo, convincing Sting to be a part of it now wouldn’t really achieve anything, would it?

Debra warns Luger and Sting to watch out, because Mongo had a 15 year career in the NFL “by beating up pumped up little bullies like you guys”. Doesn’t seem like an accurate description of either Lex or Sting honestly. 

Tenay notes that in hour two it’s going to be Mongo and Benoit versus Luger and Sting. This is the first they’ve mentioned this. Shouldn’t they have mentioned this match instead of going on about Super Calo, Humorous, Glacier and Big Bubba? For fuck’s sake.

Anyhow, Tenay switches to Benoit for comments. Benoit gets promo time every week, and I swear he’s getting worse rather than better. For some reason he tries to use big words even though he often stumbles over them, and likes to repeat words in quick succession too.

  “We prophesised that Sting and Lex would debilitate the team. You crossed the path, you crossed the Horsemen’s path, that path is merciless, unforgivefil (??)...” -pause, upon realising he’s fucked up another word, then dramatically points at the camera- 

“PREPARE YOURSELF to pay the price”

Mongo screams as Tenay throws back to the ring.

Debra is smiling but it seems forced. Tenay looks like he’s trying not to burst out laughing.  

Some hardcore WCW fans in the front row here. Plus this guy behind them who kind of looks like a long-lost relative of Lex Luger.

What’s up with the long-lost relatives showing up this week?

Oh and Eminem is here too.

They show a Glacier vignette, but this one delves into his entire, incredible backstory. It goes on for minutes, and considering how quickly they dropped interest in the Glacier gimmick it makes you wonder what the point of all this is. But then, what’s the point in life as a whole? 

Anyhow, Narrated by the man himself, “Glacier is a spirit that lives inside of me. The name Glacier was given to me by my master. It’s an appreciation for the elements, the awesome strength and power that derive from the elements” - just got to note this would work a lot better if Glacier didn’t sound like some random redneck. Anyway... he says he wanted to study martial ats because of Bruce Lee. Never heard that one before. Glacier travelled to Japan and says he “found an old master”, although doesn’t explain how, and says that master took him in as a student.

I assume Glacier didn’t speak any Japanese at this point, so it’s hard to believe this really happened, but sure, let’s pretend some random white guy from Georgia one day decided to say fuck everything, flew over to Japan and stumbled upon an old guy who just happened to be a martial arts master. Totally plausible story.

“I was very happy to let him become my sensei, which in Japanese means... teacher”. Fucking weeb. Also the way he’s talking is really weird and stunted, like he’s reading off a teleprompter that’s scrolling at an extremely slow speed.

Glacier says he’s taken the best of martial arts and the best of wrestling to develop a style that is “superior”. Pft. We’ll see how that works out for you. Glacier explains how Japanese symbols work like the fucking weeb he is, and then we see his “shield”.

Looks like Brian Knobbs.Glacier claims it’s the Japanese “face of evil”. Glacier says his name means “a mass of moving ice” and that’s what he is, a mass moving towards whoever his opponent is. Sounds like a better way to describe John Tenta, honestly, but yeah, OK. He says he’ll conquer his opponent at any cost - “as long as it’s within the rules” - not any cost then. 

That was so cringey. Let’s move on.

CHOO CHOOOO... here comes the Train! My man.

Along with the “godfather”, of course. 

The announcers are still talking about Sting’s hurt feelings, and Larry seriously says “now that his precious feelings are hurt can Luger trust him?” ... I just... I don’t even... fucking stop with the accusations you absolute buttwipes. Have you not learned your lesson? To be fair to Tony, he thinks Sting can be trusted. At least one of them learned something.

The Train’s opponent is DDP, who for some reason didn’t get a televised entrance. 

Ice Train (w/ Teddy Long) Vs. DDP (w/ no entrance)

Interestingly there’s a small “DDP” chant early on. 

Rather than discuss the match, the commentators as usual talk about the nWo and how they are working well as a unit. Larry says WCW just has “finger pointing, suspicion and paranoia”. Well, considering you just said Sting couldn’t be trusted, you’re contributing to that, aren’t you Larry? Larry also notes that Okerlund is gone, and Tony says he “just left” - no, his contract expired. They make it sound like Gene just walked out. 

Train dominates the early going, throwing DDP down like a child and then tossing him out of the ring a few times.  DDP is able to swing the momentum into his favour. He attempts a diamond cutter early on, but Train shoves him away and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. For some reason DDP gets up first from this, and whilst Train is on his knees kicks him in the chest. No effect though, as Train starts to Hulk up with some gimmick infringement.

Cool sweater bro. Rocking the ‘Bumblebee Man’ look.

Train is dominating, which for some reason prompts Long to get up on the apron.

Patrick seems very upset for some reason.

The nWo frat boys are now blockading the WCW merchandise stand. Is this a part of their ‘celebration’ ? 

As we’re being shown this, the bell starts ringing randomly. Tony says “we have a 1, 2, 3″ ... BUT WE DIDN’T SEE IT? Why would they be showing this nWo bullshit instead of the ending to the match? Tony says Ice Train has the win, but then when we cut back we see this:

Patrick holding a white towel, whilst Train and Long look angry. Tony says he has no idea what is going on. Larry says Train had DDP in a full nelson but “the towel came flying in”. So there was no pinfall? Why did Tony say so if there wasn’t? He’s literally sitting at ringside, how could he not have known this? 

Now we’re being told DDP grabbed the towel from Long and chucked it into the ring, and for some reason Patrick decided this means DDP wins. Makes no fucking sense, and I get the feeling even if we had been shown it on camera it wouldn’t have made any sense, so whatever. At the very least Tony and Larry could do their jobs and inform us what actually happened, rather than incorrectly stating Train won via pinfall. These two are useless at their jobs.

DDP defeats Ice Train via... ref stoppage I guess?

We do get a replay which shows this...

So many questions If Train has Page in a full nelson why is Long on the apron again in the first place? He has literally no reason to do so. Patrick can clearly see that DDP has grabbed the towel and flung it off Long’s shoulders, so why would he accept this as Long giving up on behalf of Train? Why would he even logically do that if Train is the one on the offence?

Just total stupidity. It’s obviously meant to forward the “Nick Patrick, crooked referee” storyline, but instead just makes Patrick look like a fucking idiot. 

In-fucking-deed.

We get a shot of 123 Kid/Syxx/X-Pac sitting in the front row. Tony actually calls him out as the former 123 Kid “from the WWF”, confirming he’s since been released. I’m guessing they had to make this point due to WWE filing lawsuits at the time regarding the storyline where Nash and Hall were positioned as “outsiders” still potentially working for WWE.

Tony asks what Syxx is doing here, and Larry replies with utter disdain “well let me take a guess... the nWo?” - I mean, yeah, obviously.  “holy Moses” Tony replies, as if he’s teleported from a 70s Saturday morning cartoon.

Next up, this thing is in action:

For some reason it gets a bunch of pyro...

His opponent is Konan, who comes out speaking Spanish with Jimmy Hart accompanying him. Larry calls Jimmy Hart “the manager of champions, mental genius” ... lol. Yeah, OK. All of those top tier champions in the Dungeon of Doom. Sure.

Konnan (C) Vs. Super Calo

I know the nameplate says “Konan”, but do one WCW, it’s Konnan. 

A lot of flipping around to start off with, which eventually ends with Konnan getting arm-dragged out of the ring. As he’s standing there Super Calo comes FLYING out of the ring, between the ropes, at breakneck speed. Konnan however just steps aside, and Calo goes crashing into the barricade. Looked brutal as fuck.

Total fucking wipeout. Even though he blatantly stepped out of the way, Konnan nonetheless falls down as if he did get struck. Calo actually gets up first and throws Konnan back into the ring. 

As he does this, Tony Schiavone says “Mike, you may wanna just crawl up here on my lap if they get too close.”

Wut.

I do not remember homoerotic tension between Tony and Mike during the old school WCW years. Now granted there are a lot of things about WCW I had forgotten, but this... please let this be a one off. Larry immediately says “stay away from me”. Tony replies “stay away from us”. What is going on.

Konnan takes control of the match, throwing Calo off the top turnbuckle and stretching him a little before hitting a nice sitdown powerbomb. Calo once again arm-drags Konnan outside the ring, and once again does some crazy high-flying move.

“Very dangerous location this evening” Mike notes. Yeah, doesn’t seem like the best place to set up the announce desk, does it? You never see Bischoff sitting down there. 

Okay, so, after some back and forth there is a tremendous botch. Calo puts Konnan on the top turnbuckle, like so:

Decides to perform something like a reverse hurricanrana...

He lands here...

Then attempts to sit up, but Konnan just falls on top of him.

Fucking fail. Look at the referee’s face - he knows that was all kinds of stupid.

Once again, Calo gets up first and resumes offence. He throws Konnan out of the ring again and now he’s going crazy again. First he flips out onto Konnan, who is laying on the floor, then when he gets up Calo goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off...

Jesus Christ. This is an absolute fucking madlad who does not give a single fuck. He lands like a sack of shit on the mats outside, bouncing like a basketball. That must have hurt him more than it hurt Konnan. As Andrade would say “... why you so crazy?”

Konnan lifts Calo up for what appears to be an Outsider’s Edge...

Check out the ref. He has THE POWER! Seriouysly though, what is he doing?

The edge ends up being more of a sit down powerbomb.

I think Konnan just broke his butt cheeks. 

With that being the case, it still wins him the match, so I guess it was worth it?

Konnan defeats Super Calo via pinfall.

Honestly, that match was actually pretty damn entertaining. Mainly thanks to Calo not giving a shit about his physical wellbeing and throwing his body around like a crash test dummy. Good shit, as a certain disgraced former CEO might say. You know, going into this match I just thought Calo was some weirdo who dressed like a total dork, and don’t get me wrong, that’s still true, but now I love him. 

“Dungeon of Doom forever” Konnan hollers into the camera after the match. Lol, nope.

Mike goes over to Syxx to ask him why he’s here. Syxx says he’s been in Japan (of course WCW wouldn’t know that) but he heard Nitro is the hottest show around and figured he’d come check it out. Tenay then says “you’re here, but what’s the reason?” - he literally just told you, Mike. Syxx asks who won War Games, to which Tenay indignantly replies that everybody knows the nWo won. “Darn it,” replies Syxx. Tenay cuts the interview off there.

Giving Syxx this look like he’s going to fuck him up. Mike has this expression down quite well, as we’ve seen previously. He’s got big ‘old school, gonna whip you with my belt’ dad energy around the time period. It’s amusing because Tenay is the least intimidating person you’re likely to meet.

We get a WCW Saturday Night advert, then straight onto the next match. 

Hugh Morrus (humorous, get it?) against “America, fuck yeah” Brad Armstrong. Armstrong’s music is so 80′s that it downgraded my computer to DOS. Ugh. Fucking why does this match even exist though? You know the feeling you get when you flush the toilet and realise you put too much toilet paper in there, and the dirty toilet paper, piss and logs of shit come rising up towards you? That’s how I feel about watching this match. So you know what? I refuse. We’re skipping straight to the end.

Hugh Morrus Vs. Brad Armstrong

Armstrong rolls up Humorous for the win. I think that might be the first time I’ve seen Armstrong actually win a match on Nitro.

Brad Armstrong defeats Hugh Morrus via pinfall.

We’re into hour number two, switching to Bischoff, Heenan and Tenay for commentary duties. 

Pomp and Circumstances blasts through the arena, meaning we’re about to get an appearance from everyone’s favourite lunatic, the Macho Man. 

Tenay picks up where Gene left out by bluntly shitting on Macho by calling last night his most embarrassing moment in wrestling, then throwing to still pictures of Savage Vs the Giant from Fall Brawl whilst Tenay narrates what happened. Basically Hogan, Hall and Nash beat up Savage and the Giant gets the win as a result. Not sure that necessarily qualifies as Savage’s most embarrassing moment ever, but yeah, not exactly a high point. 

“Living hard, living fast, don’t know how much longer I can last. If I’m lying I’m dying”, Macho rhymes to begin his promo. Savage says he isn’t at rock bottom, he’s a million miles below rock bottom - I mean, wouldn’t that just be a new rock bottom? Savage says “a lot of people say I’ve got nothing to live for”, which is pretty fucking harsh. Who’s been saying that? Savage confirms that he and Hogan are alive on planet Earth at the same time, which means it’s going to get “really really scary” because Macho is down to one marble, and if he loses that one “it really doesn’t matter”. I think it’s already gone, honestly, but yeah, sure. Savage tells Hogan to bring it on, and then storms to the ring. The usual batshit insane promo from Savage.

Meanwhile, Bischoff says something is going wrong backstage, and we see...

The nWo guys chilling by the usual black limo. According to Nash they’re celebrating spring break, even though it’s September, and nWo Sting gets out of the limo.

“Give me a break”, says Bischoff. Honestly I’m surprised he and Heenan aren’t fooled into thinking Sting has defected again. Hogan says there’s nobody left in the building to beat up, and Nash says he likes the sound of “nWo Nitro”. Oh boy, we’ll get to that. Bischoff says it makes him sick.

Back in the arena, Scott Norton comes out but doesn’t get very far as Savage comes flying out of the ring to brawl in the entranceway. I guess this match is underway?

“Macho Man” Randy Savage Vs. Scott “Flash” Norton

The bell rings once they get into the ring, and the brawl continues. They switch from fighting in and out of the ring before Savage eventually shoves Norton’s square head into the ringpost.

Goddamn Norton is thick… like a 90s refrigerator. He’s almost as much of a tank as Duggan.

Macho throws Dave Penzer to the floor so that he can take the chair he’s sitting on...

He then cracks Norton over the head with a nasty sounding chairshot...

He then makes a swing for referee Randy Anderson...

But Anderson fortunately dodges and gets the fuck out of there. Savage cracks Norton over the head twice with another couple of sick sounding chairshots before the referee decides to say fuck this and rings the bell.

Scott “Flash” Norton defeats “Macho Man” Randy Savage via DQ.

For some reason Nick Patrick comes out and Savage proceeds to try and do a Vulcan mind meld on him.

Macho walks off, seemingly happy with his evening’s work, as a dazed Norton gets his hand raised.

We go to the announce desk, with Tenay as usual giving the camera that soulless, kinda creepy stare. You look into the abyss too long and the abyss looks back at you. That’s what we’re seeing here.

Anyhow, Bischoff says Macho isn’t crazy and knows exactly what he’s doing. Heenan admits this is possible, that Savage may be tricking everyone into believing he’s insane as “nobody can be that nuts”. Well... don’t be too sure. I feel like they are giving the man who considered an OCD diagnosis as being told he’s “One Cool Dude” too much credit. 

Now we see this twonk. He calls Glacier “karate man” in a horrifically sick burn, telling him to remember “wax on, wax off, the crane, the tiger, won’t work in World Championship Wrestling”. Well, that remains to be seen - I don’t think anyone has ever tried implementing Mr Miyagi’s teachings within the wrestling sphere. Bubba says he beats people up for a living and is going to do the same to Glacier. We’ll see.

We hear some techno-dance type music, alongside some lasers and blue lighting. No, it’s not Naomi wanting us all to feel the glow, it’s Glacier making his WCW Nitro debut.

Lmao. Dude looks like he’s trying to cosplay Sub Zero and Shredder at the same time. Heenan says “all the wrestlers are talking about this guy, and there’s talk he’s going to take wrestling to a new level”. Yeah, a new level of shit.

After enjoying a golden shower, Glacier performs a bunch of karate moves/poses in the ring. Bubba is already out there, apparently, and steps into the ring with Blood Runs Cold.

I mean, it’s kind of a cool look. In a different era this may have worked. Just not in this era. Glacier looks like he could have fit into the Ascension or something. Would still have been a jobber, but... whatever. Glacier bows to the ref (lol) and then...

Hiyahhh!!!

Bubba jumps back in... shock and fear? I don’t know.

Glacier Vs. Big Bubba

Bubba tries to charge Glacier, but the Sub Zero wannabe makes the former Bossman look like an absolute chode by stepping aside and sweeping him off his feet.

Oh, also, apparently the lighting is just going to stay this pale shade of blue. I didn’t like it when they did it with the Fiend and I don’t like it here either. 

Glacier just makes Bubba look like some slow, fat oaf, which isn’t far from the truth. He dodges everything Bubba attempts, and Bubba falls and stumbles around like some comedy villain.  

Bubba is able to land a few punches and a spinebuster, then this happens.

It’s like a screenshot of the world’s shittiest dance contest. 

After copying a bunch of Sub Zero’s moves from Mortal Kombat (seriously, the spinning kick and leg sweep are from the fucking game), Glacier ends Bubba with his patented Cryonic Kick. 

Get fucked with your Sweet Chin Music, the Cryonic Kick is where it’s at. I assume in Mortal Kombat this would be Glacier’s fatality, and Bubba’s head would go flying into the crowd. Obviously that doesn’t happen here, Bubba just falls down and gets pinned. Maybe he should find Mr Miyagi and learn some techniques. 

Glacier defeats Big Bubba via pinfall.

After the match Glacier spends the next hour doing karate poses for the audience. Tenay says the temperature in the building “has dropped 20 or 30 degrees” - that’s some fucking drop. How did Glacier achieve this exactly? 

We go back to the announce desk and they’re about to talk about the nWo (shocker, I know) when Sting suddenly walks out unscheduled.

He doesn’t look happy. No music and no playing to the crowd, although once in the ring he does his usual howl. He takes Penzer’s mic. He says he wants to explain what happened on the previous Nitro. He says he was on a plane from LA to Atlanta and tuned into Nitro (I thought he was in Japan??) and he thought he was watching a rerun, as the nWo Sting was evidently that convincing. Although in what universe would it have been a rerun of Sting with the nWo beating up Luger? Oh, whatever. Maybe Sting was drunk or high or something.

Sting also says he saw everybody doubting him. Sting spends the promo with his back to the hard cam, which Bischoff explains is “symbolic” of Sting turning his back on WCW, as they turned their back on him. Maybe, but is there any need to say this whilst Sting is doing his promo? Shut up Eric.

Anyway, Sting says he decided to “go into seclusion and see what happens”. That doesn’t seem like the best idea - surely it would have been better just to ring Lex, the Horsemen, or WCW and say “yo, you guys know I’m not even there right?” - dropping off the grid just makes him look even more suspicious. 

Sting says he then went to Fall Brawl to tell Luger that it wasn’t him - why wait that long though? Luger apparently said that he didn’t trust Sting. I mean, considering what we’ve just been told by Sting himself that isn’t a completely unreasonable reaction. That shit happens, then when Luger and the Horsemen try to get in contact with Sting he just ghosts them. What does Sting expect them to think? 

“I have been mediator, I have been babysitter for Lex Luger, I’ve given him the benefit of the doubt about a thousand times in the last twelve months. I carried the WCW banner, and I have given my blood, my sweat and my tears for WCW. So for all of those fans out there, and all those wrestlers and people that never doubted the Stinger - I’ll stand by you, if you stand by me. BUT, but for all of the people, all of the commentators, all of the wrestlers and all of the best friends who did doubt me, you can stick it. From now on I consider myself a free agent. But that doesn’t mean you won’t see the Stinger. From time to time, I’m gonna pop in when you least expect it.”

Two things here. Firstly, this situation could have been completely avoided if Sting hadn’t decided to “go into seclusion” and had just gotten in contact with people straight away and confirmed what was going down. Communication, people. Secondly, I don’t think this is how things work as far as contracts are concerned. Fairly sure you can’t just declare yourself a free agent and walk out. Anyhow, Sting’s lack of professionalism and common sense aside, this is the last we’ll see of Surfer Sting on Nitro. Goodnight, sweet prince. The end of an era.

The commentators are stunned by this development. Tenay shakes his head in disappointment. Radiating pissed off old school dad energy again. Nobody is sure if Sting is planning to wrestle tonight or not. Seemingly there is no such thing as a breach of contract in WCW. Good for Sting, bad for the company. 

We’ve got a bit of a broski team coming out here in Jericho and Bagwell. I don’t remember them being a team at any point. This was when both were in bland babyface mode – they were each far better suited to heel work. Still some way off for Jericho, but Bagwell’s not too far off a major change in dynamic.

The commentators are paying no attention to this, just talking about Sting’s mard-arse promo. Crying about how he’s turned his back on them, blah blah blah. Get over it.

Opponents for the pre-Hype Bros are supposed to be some combination of the Horsemen, but…

Unless they’ve found the secret to invisibility, and in Flair’s case that is literally one of the worst things imaginable, they just ain’t coming out.  

We go backstage and apparently the Horsemen are just chatting with Liz. No big deal. They should probably hurry up though. Liz is saying she won’t go out because the now tagged her the night before, and she’s scared. Flair and Arn leave her to it. I don’t think they really need Liz to beat Jericho and Bagwell.

Woman forgot to put a shirt on underneath her jacket again. I’m not complaining.

Flair’s music starts up again, and finally he and Double A make their way out.  

Flair is doing his usual, dancing around with Woman. Arn just looks annoyed to be honest. He shakes his head as the pyro goes off. Love the shirt though. I want one.

Heenan on Flair: “When that bell rings, you’re going to see that head Horsemen right there, 13 times heavyweight champion of the world, show ya what it’s all about.”

Are we Bobby? Flair spends the majority of his matches getting his wrinkled arse handed to him, then cheats to win. If that’s what it’s all about then in my view it’s all a bit sad.

Jericho & Bagwell Vs. Flair & Anderson

Before the match can start, Syxx stands up with some kind of device in his hands…

He flicks some kind of switch, and now leaflets start raining down from the ceiling.

Hah, good trolling imo. How exactly did the nWo do this though? They would have had to have been at the arena well ahead of time, gone up to the rafters, created this elaborate setup whilst WCW security seemingly did nothing to stop them. Then again, this is WCW we’re talking about, so I suppose it’s entirely plausible. That’s also some serious wireless capability between Syxx’s control box and the rafters for 1996. Seems like a waste of paper though. Apparently the nWo are not interested in saving the rainforests. Trees died for this bullshit.

Arn rips up one of the leaflets. Flair just struts around the ring. They go to break, and when they come back the leaflets are still falling. What the fuck. How many leaflets are up there? Must be literally tens of thousands. I’m surprised the building isn’t buried in them by this point. Coming back from the break we go to the announce desk, where Bischoff decides it would be a good idea to show everyone what the leaflets say.

I mean, wasn’t WCW paying all the bills either way?

This was not worth sacrificing an entire forest of trees for.

The bell finally rings to start the match, as paper continues to fall from the ceiling. Bischoff claims the crowd are chanting “horsemen, horsemen, horsemen”, but they aren’t.

We start off with Arn and Jericho. It’s back and forth for a bit, with Jericho hitting a nice missile dropkick on Arn at one point. On commentary Bischoff claims DiBiase “forced” him to give the nWo their own television show. It isn’t explained how exactly this was forced upon him. Eric is the President of the company – why does he have to even listen to what DiBiase or any of the nWo have to say? Of course in hindsight I and most of you good readers know why, but it’s a pretty huge plot hole that they never bother to even try and fill in. Eric claims the nWo will get their own show, but the future will prove that to be an unfulfilled promise.

Flair enters the ring along with Bagwell. He gives Bagwell a few chops in the corner, but Bagwell fires back and just punches the shit out of Flair before giving the Nature Boy a back body drop. Did I mention Flair sucks at fighting? Anyway, he manages to toss Bagwell outside to get worked over by Anderson, but somehow Anderson is the one who ends up getting smacked around by the future Buff. Both Horsemen are useless.

Buff tries to roll Flair into a pin, and this happens…

Why doesn’t Arn just walk over and boot Bagwell in the head?

Flair gets clotheslined out of the ring by Bagwell. He gets really mad, grabbing a bunch of the leaflets in the aisle and petulantly throwing them back to the ground. Kind of pointless.

Heenan says Flair is “always in control of his emotions”. You sure about that Bobby? Every time I see a Flair promo he’s flailing around like he just dropped the world’s most intense acid.

The referee isn’t counting Flair out because… well, it’s WCW, and rules only exist when required.

Flair and Arn get the advantage, and as Arn is working over Jericho we go to a split screen…

Syxx is outside with the nWo, celebrating their littering frenzy. Giant has a portable stereo and plays the clip of Sting yelling – the same clip we heard when Luger got attacked a couple of weeks back.  

So Luger couldn’t tell the difference between a cassette recording of Sting and a real voice. Sad.

Back to the match and Bagwell is pinned via Figure Four, after Woman rakes his eyes and Anderson gives him a DDT…

Flair & Anderson defeat Jericho & Bagwell via pinfall.

It’s main event time. First out are Mongo and Benoit.

They barely get halfway down the ramp before Flexy Lexy’s music hits.

No Stinger as of yet. Bischoff repeats for the hundredth time that Sting wasn’t facing the hard cam during his promo. Dude, we get it, no need to keep fucking repeating it.

For some reason during Luger’s entrance Randy Anderson is on the middle rope holding Benoit back, as if the guy is ready to jump Luger. He really isn’t though.

Bischoff says there is no Sting. Breach of contract? No? OK.

Benoit & Mongo Vs. Lex Luger

Sting doesn’t want to work, so this has become a handicap match. You’re telling me they couldn’t have subbed somebody else in? One of the Steiners? One of Harlem Heat? Lord Steven? (miss you) - literally anybody? Fuck, bring out Steve Doll or my main man the Train. 

Nope, apparently if Sting doesn’t show up that means Luger has no choice but to go it alone. With that said, considering Mongo is one of the opponents you could argue Benoit is the one with the handicap here.

Heenan claims that since becoming a Horsemen Mongo is “turning into a heck of a tag team wrestler”. What a lie.

Luger starts off okay, but soon the double-teaming from the Horsemen becomes too much and he starts getting murked. Bischoff is telling us that basically the entire WCW roster is going to be in Japan next week for a NJPW tour – so is he basically telling everybody not to bother watching next week? Bischoff says “Randy Savage is going to be here by himself.”

OK – how come Macho wasn’t invited to Japan? And if he’s here by himself is Nitro next week just going to be a two hour Macho Man promo? Not going to lie, I’d tune in for that. Heenan exclaims “why are you telling everybody who’s not going to be here?” – good question.

Mongo stomps Luger in the corner. It’s been a miserable match for him.

In the front row the Real Slim Shady tears a Hulkster shirt apart and tosses it to the floor. You tell ‘em Marshall.

Luger makes a comeback, kicking that useless sack of crap Mongo out of the ring and powerslamming Benoit to the mat.

And then he puts Benoit in the rack!

Benoit is on the verge of giving up. Luger would actually have beaten these two buttinskis (copyright Larry Z) by himself, but then Flair arrives... 

... and is decked immediately.

As is Arn. These two really are useless.

The bell rings, and this one is over.

Lex Luger defeats Mongo & Benoit via DQ.

The numbers game is eventually too much, and the Horsemen begin beating the crap out of Luger. Remind me what the difference is between these guys and the nWo, really?

Whilst the Horsemen are laying a beating on Luger, making a mockery of WCW unity, we go back outside where it’s now raining. Nash has an umbrella. Hall approaches the camera...

“Hey chico, you tired of working for a loser? Come on, let’s see what kind of work you can do” and drags the cameraman over to the limo.

It’s party central in the nWo limo, as something like eight guys cram inside and watch WCW Nitro on a tiny monitor…

The nWo note that Macho will be the only person from WCW on the show next week – the way they phrase it is like literally nobody except Macho will be there. Also, as they are making their intentions of coming after Macho known well ahead of time, WCW will surely make efforts to ensure Macho is safe right? Right?

Yeah, I know.

Lol. He ded.

Tune is next week folks, when according to Eric Bischoff himself nobody except the Macho Man will be around. I’m sure that’ll work out well for him. 

#wcw #lolwcw #nwo #sting #luger #glacier #mr miyagi #flair #horsemen #wtfwcw #supercalo

[gamesyoushouldbeplaying]

Todays mood is "modern game design is so hostile to new players its almost its own form of gatekeeping"

#control #gaming #this thought brought to you by the fact i recently bought 2 games i really like the story of #but are borderline unplayable due to their interface #yaaay #i speak

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including but not limited to exhibitionism, voyeurism, semi-public sex (don't try it irl), lactating kink, tittyfucking, etc. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone or encourage)

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong couldn't keep the proud look off his face as he showed off a video of your son playing around on the piano while seated on his lap.

"I'm telling you, he's going to be a musical genius." He boasted to his closest friend, Seonghwa who watched in amazement.

"Mine so far just know how to make messes and keep their mommy and me awake at all hours of the night." Seonghwa chuckled as he gave a lighthearted pat on the bum to the woman right next to him.

"They? You already have two?" You couldn't believe it.

"What can I say? Maybe I'm just really...gifted." Seonghwa winked which had his significant other blushing intensely when he looked her way, the poor thing fanning her face before going to the kitchen to grab more water.

Seonghwa's words left you feeling curious about him and it was a night out for both of you to have fun. So why not have a little fun?

"You must really be packing a lot in there to be able to knock up a girl with 2 kids." You observed as you shamelessly looked at his crotch.

"Well if you ever get too curious I'd be happy to let you experience it firsthand." He looked at you smugly as his thumb cupped your chin.

It was rather dangerous to flirt like this with Hongjoong's best friend right in front of him, but part of you wanted to know what he'd do seeing you act like this, like how'd you'd flirt back in university. You always loved making Hongjoong jealous after all. Taking Seonghwa's hand, you brought his fingers to your lips.

"I'm curious. Very curious actually." You maintained eye contact as you took his fingers in your mouth and mimicked the tongue movements you'd often do on Hongjoong's cock.

Speaking of him, you were surprised as to why he hadn't said or done anything. Looking behind you, you realized he wasn't even there which confused you. Finally you spotted him on the couch and you dropped Seonghwa's fingers out of your mouth when you saw none other than his s/o on Hongjoong's lap.

"Hongjoong!" You angrily exclaimed yet he still had a grin on his face.

"What? I was merely trying to get closer to my friend's soon to be wife." He replied as the hands on her hips went to her ass.

Walking over to them, Seonghwa lifted his partner off the couch and promptly excused himself as he pulled her out of your apartment, no doubt to remind her of a few things. Meanwhile you stood there glaring at Hongjoong who looked unbothered.

"What? It's only ok for you to try and seduce other men?"

You huffed and were about to walk to your room but Hongjoong sat up and hugged you from behind.

"Calm down my little slut, I was only giving you a taste of your own medicine. And besides, you don't need another cock besides mine." He chuckled as he started to play with your pant's zipper.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Coming back from the kitchen, you widened your eyes as you saw that Hongjoong's a significant other was still flaunting herself to him and he was going along with it.

"This little bitch." You muttered to yourself thinking that no one heard you but someone did.

"It's frustrating isn't it?" You heard Hongjoong say right next to your ear, lips ghosting over the lobe.

"I take it a cat fight is out of the question?" You asked him.

"Actually.... I have a better idea, if you're comfort enough to help me."

Seeing his smirk and wiggling eyebrows, you knew what he was referring to and you decided fuck it. You allowed him to walk you over to the couch but it was you who pushed him onto it before straddling his lap, the dress you were wearing rising up and nearly exposing your lace panties.

"Well you're certainly not a shy one are you?" Hongjoong mused, eyes unable to look away at your chest that was right in front of his face.

"Hey, sometimes a girl's gotta get dirty to get what she wants." You bit your lip as you took his hands and guided them to your hips. Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his and swiped your tongue across his upper lip.

"Like stealing another woman's husband." You chuckled slyly.

Hongjoong wasn't planning on feeling this hot by your behavior, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. Obviously you were extremely attractive if you managed to steal Seonghwa away from his wife and Hongjoong could now see why.

"Hongjoong!" You both heard his girl shout.

"Took her long enough." You whispered in his ear, trying to contain your laughter after he not only said he was trying to get close to you but also when he squeezed your ass.

The next thing you felt was a pair of arms getting you off Hongjoong before a voice said:

"I'm sorry but we must be going now."

Seonghwa was fuming as he dragged you over into the car, his hand slamming the door loudly.

"Maybe now you'll think twice before letting someone else try to seduce you." You snorted.

"I wasn't actually gonna let her do anything." He told you, a hand rubbing his temples as he tried to calm down both his anger and embarrassment.

"Oh I know you weren't going to let anything happen baby."

Seonghwa's breath hitched when he saw your face stoop down and start to take him out of his pants. He groaned when you spat on his cock so you could begin pumping him.

"Whatever she had you fantasizing about while your fingers were in her mouth, I can fulfill it and even more."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

When Yunho said he wanted you to meet a few of his close friends, you began worrying that an event like what happened with his family would took place. But to your surprise it was nothing like that. And in fact you two weren't the only couple who had a large age difference between them, as his recently remarried friend Yeosang had a wife that was closer to your age so that comforted you.

No doubt Yunho intended for you to become friends with the lovely lady, but surprisingly you were bonding a lot more with Yeosang than anyone, and after a while it escalated to a little flirting.

"So is it true that Yunho bought your virginty?"

You nearly spat your drink out when he asked that, but you composed yourself and smiled as if nothing happened.

"Yeah and I honestly don't regret it." You responded.

"I don't think he regrets it either." He gestured over to Yunho who was happily chatting with some of the other guests.

"Did you also buy your now wife's virginity?" You figured it wouldn't be bad to ask him an embarrassing question now.

"No actually I didn't. I didn't have to. From the first moment, she wanted me like I wanted her and in the end, well...... she ended letting me corrupt her after a long game of cat and mouse." He had a fond look on his face as he began to recall all those memories.

"Well with that face I'd let you corrupt me for free." You wanted to slap your hand over your mouth when you accidentally said aloud what you thought in your head.

Yeosang quirked an eyebrow an amusement at your words.

"Oh really? You little innocent thing would let me corrupt you? Tell me, what if it had been me instead of Yunho that paid to have his way with you?" Yeosang was bold enough to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, his large veiny hands making you get wet as you imagined them undressing you.

"I'd let you fuck my pussy for free." You admitted as you began to lean into him.

Unbeknownst to you, Yunho had listened to the entire conversation and now he stepped in to pull you away from Yeosang. He looked beyond mad and you thought you fucked up for real. He dragged you into some lonely part of the park you were all gathered in and pressed you up against one of the trees. Before you could speak, his large frame trapped you as he started to pull your dress up.

"A long time ago, I paid for this little pussy of yours, isn't that right?" He harshly asked.

You nodded immediately before gasping when Yunho practically tore your panties off you, leaving your bottom half exposed for anyone walking by to see. You tried to pull your dress down, but were stopped by him.

"Don't even try it. Like I said, I paid for your pussy which means it's mine to show whenever I want....." You shuddered when he plunged two fingers in you.

"And fuck whenever I want. Just me, no one else. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You weren't going to lie that you felt uneasy about Yunho's wife talking a little too friendly with Yeosang. Even though you tried to listen to what Yunho was saying, your eyes kept trailing back over to them, and you couldn't stop squinting your eyes at her.

"You can stop being on edge about my wife, she's not going to steal Yeosang away from you." Yunho assured you.

You looked back at him with a face that let him know he was stupid.

"Oh honey, you have no idea what a woman can be like. Don't be fooled by our innocent appearances." You warned him before looking back at Yeosang.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Judging by his tone, you knew Yunho felt offended that you meant anything remotely offensive towards his wife.

Wanting to lighten up the mood while simultaneously letting him understand your point of view, you fully turned your attention to him and smirked as you 'innocently' began adjusting his tie.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Yunho couldn't help the stammer in his voice when you came close to him.

"I'm just fixing this up for you." You answered, your voice sounding as smooth as honey.

"That's not necessary-" Yunho gulped when he tried to pull away only for you to suddenly pull him back in, your body now pressed to his, your breasts peeping out of your cleavage daring him not to stare.

"A woman may help a man tie his tie, fix his belt or..... adjust their collars simply to be nice."

Yunho stiffened and blushed red when you leaned in and whispered with a honey like voice in his ear:

"Or it's because we're trying to get you guys to fuck us."

You knew your plan worked when Yunho's eyes shot wide open and he excused himself to go stomp over to where his wife and Yeosang were. You patted yourself on the back especially when you made emphasis on the adjusting collars part, knowing that Yunho saw just as you did how his wife had adjusted Yeosang's collar before and he was not subtle about checking out her cleavage.

Your proud smile did not leave your face even when you saw Yeosang slowly approaching you. You knew he definitely saw how you were with Yunho and you were curious to see what'd he say. Humming softly, he went behind you so he could wrap his arms around your waist while his face buried itself on your neck.

"Mind telling me why you were so close with Yunho?"

Reaching a hand up to pat his hair, you answered:

"Simply teaching him a few lessons on how women seduce men."

Yeosang couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at your words. You giggled when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses along your neck.

"Yeah you're an expert in that category, aren't you?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Umm...uh Y/N?" Mingi, San's friend spoke up.

"Yeah?" You wondered what was bothering him.

He seemed unsure whether to tell you or not, whatever it was that he was trying to say. Clearing his throat, he finally decided to spit it out.

"I think you spilled something on your shirt when you went to the kitchen and didn't notice."

You were confused as you didn't remember spilling anything on yourself. Looking down at your shirt, you laughed as you realized what it actually was.

"Oh! I didn't spill anything, that's just my boobs." You blurted out.

Mingi flushed pink as it clicked on his head what you meant.

"Oh...right. San had mentioned before that you lactated a lot but I didn't think-" He stopped himself before he went further.

"Didn't think?" You pressed him to continue.

"Didn't think it'd be that much." He confessed, eyes curiously eyeing the wet stains on your shirt.

Getting turned on by another man staring at your breasts, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off of you. Slowly, you began to pull your bra up as well, your breasts popping out with a bounce that had Mingi biting his lip. San came in to find you topless and with his friend admiring your tits and although he'd usually be very jealous, something about it made him get aroused.

"My wife's tits are so pretty aren't they Mingi?" He startled you both when he made his presence known.

"God yes." Mingi couldn't lie.

"Maybe you should taste them." San suggested as he reached for one of them and squeezed it so a bit of milk would come out of it.

Mingi hesitated but after San reassured him it was fine, the giant male latched his mouth onto one of your breasts, sucking on it fervently. If you thought it couldn't get any better, soon San joined in, taking a hold of your other breast and taking it into his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned loudly as both men sucked on your breasts, your hands cupping the back of their heads to push them further into your chest.

"Just watch Mingi, she can literally cum untouched by just having us breastfeed from her." San chuckled in between his suckling.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"I should cut off your balls." You threatened Mingi as he confessed to you what had transpired the day before at San's house.

"Honey please don't do that. At least you heard it from me, doesn't that count for something?" He pouted at you as he tried to hug you.

"Yeah it counts for getting it sliced off in one whole strike instead of piece by piece." You grunted as you evaded his embrace.

"Ok, what's it going to take for you to forgive me? Ask for anything. If you even wanna withhold kinky times from me, I won't even blame you."

You actually thought long and hard about how to get back at Mingi. Just what could possibly make you get even with him after he confessed to sucking on his friend's wife's tits? The light bulb went off in your head at once.

"Can you ask your friend San to come over?"

Although he was confused by your request, he nonetheless did as you asked and called him over. San was just as confused, but he figured he was probably there to help his friend out and apologize for what happened and take responsibility. But what he was not expecting was for you to throw yourself on him and start seducing him right in front of Mingi, who was equally shocked.

"You got to have your fun with his wife yesterday right? I think it's only fair he gets to have fun with your wife, don't you think Mingi?" You smirked over at him.

San was hissing and grunting as he layed on your bed, watching intently as his cock was buried deep in between your boobs. Every time his head popped out, you made sure to stick your tongue out to further stimulate him.

"You seem to have a thing for breasts Sannie." You teased as you began to fuck him between your boobs even faster.

"Oh fuck!" San cried out as he tried to keep himself from cumming.

"Mingi also likes a good tittyfuck every now and then, but he's more of an ass man above all."

You looked over at Mingi, who sat quietly on a chair in front of you both, watching it all go down with a tent in his pants.

"Mingi come fuck my ass." You suddenly told him.

"Are you serious?" Mingi widened his eyes.

"I just got done saying how you're an ass man and I'm feeling empty. Now are you going to stay sitting down or are you going to join in?"

In minutes, Mingi had gotten up and had stripped himself off his clothes, and now he was positioning himself right behind you, cock twitching at fucking your ass while your breasts fucked his friend.

"You really are a kinky little lady."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wait, you met Y/N where?"

Wooyoung wasn't surprised to hear the disbelief in Jongho's voice as they shared stories about how they met their current significant others.

"In the strip club I frequented. She was one of the dancers there." He repeated himself.

"What? Did she drop her panties onstage and you immediately bought a ring?" Jongho teased him.

"One, we're not married...yet. And two, I actually had to get her alone to be able to see her with no clothes on. And fuck when I did, I decided to snatch her away before anyone else got a chance to." He admitted.

"Was she that enticing to you?" Jongho questioned him.

"Trust me, she's the type of woman who can dance her way into a man's heart. Or pants." Wooyoung boldly stated.

"I doubt she could dance into mine." Jongho firmly said.

"Oh really? You think so? Wanna bet on it?"

Wooyoung didn't hesitate to pick up his phone and call you right away. Hearing his mischievous tone, you knew he was up to something. When he asked you to come over to his office in one of your old costumes from your exotic dancer days, you got a hint as to what it could be and it excited you to think about it.

You came into his office, thinking he wanted a private show but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that he wasn't alone. You looked at Wooyoung, asking for an explanation.

"Baby I hope you don't mind but.... I wanted you to put on a little show for my dear old friend here." Wooyoung shifted in his seat.

You were about to scold Wooyoung for even thinking of such an idea, but Jongho spoke up first.

"She can try all she wants, but I doubt she'll be effective in seducing me."

You scoffed at the man's words and at that moment you wanted nothing than to wipe that smug look off his face. Setting your phone on the desk and pressing play, you walked right in front of Jongho and let the long trench coat fall of your body, revealing the glittery lingerie you were hiding. Although Jongho tried to remain stoic, you could see that the corners of his lip twitched slightly when you began to dance.

You felt proud of yourself when it seemed you were finally getting him to break as you rolled your body on top of him, your hips mere inches from actually grinding down on his crotch.

"Can I touch her?" Jongho finally blurted out, nails clawing the couch underneath him.

Wooyoung and you both exchanged a triumphant look when he asked that.

"Only if you admit I won the bet, then I'll even let you fuck her."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Are we really doing this right here?" You giggled as Jongho continued to mark kisses across your neck as he pushed you onto the desk behind you.

"Can't help it. I just really wanted you now." He winked when he came back up to cup your face and hungrily kiss your lips.

You found it odd that Jongho was suddenly getting frisky with you while at work. He'd never ever approve of you two risking getting caught doing something inappropriate during work hours. But you figured it was because back then you two were a secret and now almost everyone knew you two were married. So you just didn't think too much of it and instead enjoyed as his strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them apart so he could fit himself in between your legs.

Just as you two were getting lost in each other, the door opened and someone came in.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" A man whom you had never met before asked as he seemed embarrassed about walking in on you two.

"Oh, not at all Wooyoung. In fact I was expecting you right at this time, after all, I did call you here."

Jongho looked so unfazed about having his friend walk in, in fact, he looked almost too happy about getting caught like that, it was so unlike him. Just as you slid off the desk and began adjusting yourself, Jongho stopped you.

"Wooyoung? Remember the other night? When you let your little exotic dancer give me a lap dance?"

You widened your eyes when he said that, hearing that for the first time.

"Among other things." Wooyoung nodded.

Taking your hand, Jongho slowly walked you over to where Wooyoung was seated.

"Well.... I think it's time you let me return the favor."

Before you could even guess what was happening, Jongho sat you on Wooyoung's lap, your back pressed against his chest.

"I left her wet and bothered so I think she'd really appreciate it if you helped her out." Jongho winked at you before stepping back to his desk to get a better view.

You whimpered when you felt Wooyoung's hands slide up your shirt to cup your breasts.

"Are you ok with this babygirl?" He asked you.

Having Jongho watching you intently and being left needy by him, you didn't hesitate to let his friend know that you were more than ok with him touching you, which delighted him and Jongho as well.

"Don't hold back on her, she likes it rough."

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Surprise Visit

Summary: You are a nursing student who just survive a hell week and you missed your husband, Wonwoo who is a doctor at a hospital in another state. Why not surprise him with a visit? Definitely a surprise visit that contains a whole drama.

Genre: fluff, a bit of suggestive (?), angst (more like a verbal fight tho)

Characters: Doctor Wonwoo x Female OC

Word Count: 3052

A/N: Hi! I’m a new writer and I only write for Seventeen atm. The name is Angel or you can call me Ella. English is my second language, so hopefully explain why writing is so bad. I used to write before but I had a writing block for over 3-4 years. Recently, I’m trying to train myself to write again. So I hope that all of you could give me some feedback or might challenge me to write some stories~ All of things happen on the story are fiction and some are real life experience. Enjoy!

"Finally, the hell week is over '' Hana lay her head down on the table. It was called hell week for a reason since the students had to take their final exam while also completing their practicals at the hospital. This is the week where a lot of students stay up, cry and stress together. Hana was also one of the students that pulled an all-nighter. To make it worse, she was not feeling herself. For a positive ball of energy like her, it’s unusual for that to happen.`I'm craving drinks, man. I wanna get drunk.." Siyeon said as she sat next to Hana with her iced americano. "Should we? Hana, you wanna go out tonight?" Jinjoo looked excited as she poked Hana. "I'm tired.." Hana mumbled from her arm. "That is why we should go out.." Jinjoo pouted as she tried to persuade her best friend. Hana sits up and drinks her iced tea in a daze. "Earth down to you, Hana. Are you good?" Jinjoo squeezed her friend's hand. "It must be about your husband, is it?" Siyeon guessed correctly which made Hana pouted. She looked at her sparkling wedding band on her ring finger. Jeon Wonwoo is Hana's husband and also a neurosurgeon at Seoul University Hospital. But currently, both of them are in a long-distance relationship since they are working and studying in different states. "How did you know?" Hana questioned, making Siyeon snicker. "It is so obvious, woman.." Hana pouted as she twirls the ring on her finger. Jinjoo looked at her best friend with a beaming smile. "How about you go and visit him? You know, give him a cute surprise~" Immediately, Hana's eyes lit up at the idea. “I mean, we already started our break. It doesn’t hurt for you to spend your time with your husband,” Siyeon encouraged her friend with a smile.

Hana was preparing her luggage when her phone rang. It is Wonwoo, who face-timed her. Hana scrambled, panicked before jumping on the bed to make it look like she did nothing. "Hi, baby. How are you?" Wonwoo's deep and gentle voice soothes Hana. She could make out that Wonwoo was also having a busy day judging by the tired smile on his face. Not only that, he was still wearing his white coat and his black thin-rimmed glasses subtly covered his dark eye bags. "Survived hell week. How are you? I missed you so much.." Hana beamed at the screen. "Miss you too, honey. Well, I had a few surgeries and I am also on call tonight, which is not fun. Have you eaten yet?" Hana nodded. "I did.. Take a quick nap okay? you look so tired, babe. Take care of your health too, if you are sick, how are you gonna take care of your patient?" Hana nagged her husband. "Yes, I understand, Mrs Jeon." He giggled. "I missed you so much.." Hana spoke softly. "Come here then.." Wonwoo grinned as he stretched. "Oh, I will. Just wait~" He laughed at her cute face scrunched.

"Who did you call?" Wonwoo turned to look at his fellow surgeon, Kwon Soon Young who pushed the door open. He came in with a cup of ramen with Jihoon, tagging along behind him. "My wife.." Wonwoo stood up and took a seat near the men as Jihoon put his ramen on the table. "You are married?" Sooyoung shouted. He was so shocked. He can’t believe this cold and stoic-looking man is already married. Soonyoung’s mind is revving to spill the tea about Wonwoo’s secret marriage to Seungkwan and Seokmin, the friendly nurses that he is close with. "It's obvious. He didn’t even hide that he is married. He even has his wife's picture in his locker and on his phone lock screen.Oh, I've met her once too," Jihoon said as he slurped the noodles. "Wait, am I the only person who didn't know? Can I meet her? Please?" Wonwoo sighed at his friend's persistence.

Wonwoo was finishing his round when he approached the nurses and doctors that he’s close with. "The infamous Jeon Wonwoo. Come and join us.." Yoon Jeonghan, the pediatric doctor called him. "We are talking about going out for dinner together tonight. I know your shift is gonna end today, so join us." Another pediatric doctor, Mingyu, excitedly urged him. "Mrs Jung, do you seriously agree with these nasty boys?" Wonwoo turned and asked the oldest nurse who is like his mom in the hospital, Mrs Jung. "I can't decline if someone is gonna buy me food and drinks. Doctor Min Ah Ra and Nurse Han Seo Jin are also going, so at least there are more women added to the party." She smiled. "I mean Doctor Min Ji seems very interested in you~You both would suit each other very much" Nurse Han Seo Jin wriggled her eyebrow at Wonwoo. Wonwoo looked very uncomfortable at the mention. Doctor Ah Ra is known for her straightforwardness in work and her love life. She always goes all out. Yesterday, she even bought him and Jihoon coffee and cakes. Even before that, she would always buy him food and sit near him. It’s not like he didn’t drop hints that he is not interested but in fact, he always declined and avoided her. Somehow, she didn't get it or she was just being persistent. "Should I be upfront and tell her that I'm married?" He thought. Sensing his discomfort, Mrs Jung said "I don't think that Doctor wonwoo think Doctor Ah Ra that way." Jeonghan also jumped to save him, "I guess it's true that Wonwoo is not interested in anyone.Oh, great news!  Soonyoung and Jihoon said that they are going to join us too. This is going to be more merrier!" 

Hana was very happy when she arrived at his apartment. When she entered the house, she smiled. The house was very clean despite being a bit dusty. "He must be very busy.." Hana cleaned his house and even stocked his fridge with food. She can't wait for him to come back home. After doing all the chores,she texted him to ask when he is available so she could call him, in order for her to  know when he is going to go home. "Sorry babe, I'm going out to eat with the team. Might be home around midnight though." He spoke softly. "Well, I miss you.." He chuckled. "If you want me to call you around midnight, sure~" Hana laughed as she snuggled in his bed. "Well, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow.." He sighed when he heard his name "sorry babe, duty calls.." She smiled. "Take care babe, love you.." He whispered. "Love you too darling". After the phone call, Hana pouted, thinking what she should do to kill some time. " Well, I should go shopping and eat great food.." She grinned as she searched for the restaurants that are popular in that area.

Not only SoonYoung and Jihoon follow them but the nurses, Seokmin and Seungkwan also joined the team. They were having bbq and enjoying the meat. "You know, I'm glad my children are older now. I can enjoy going out with you youngsters without stress." Mrs Jung laughed happily as she ate a piece of meat. "This is so good!" Seokmin sighed happily. Wonwoo nodded as he munched on his food. Doctor Ah Ra, like always, would stick near him. "Here a wrap. Says ahh..'' she tries to feed him a wrap. Wonwoo put his hand in front of him "it's okay. You should eat it.." Jeonghan and Jihoon looked at each other and sipped at their shots, at the awkward drama. Before nurse seojin can try to be a wing woman, Mrs Jung speaks out. "I guess we should play a game.. I really wanna see all of you youngsters play the game truth or dare without dare.. I'm too old for dare.." All of them laughed at her joke.

Hana grinned happily as she walked into the BBQ shop. "Hi, can I have a seat for a person.." The waitress nodded and brought her to a seat. "I'm sorry to inform you that the set comes for 2 people," she smiled at the waitress. "It's okay.., '' she grinned at the waitress. The waitress nodded at her before sitting her down at an empty table. Hana was looking around the BBQ restaurants when a group of people caught her eyes. They were laughing at one of the women's jokes. "I should invite Siyeon and Jinjoo here.." She pouted as she looked at her phone. However, the guy who sits at the edge of the table looked very familiar which made her double take. She looked up again to see the man,clearly. Lo and behold, it's her husband. She quickly ducks her head, hiding her face. "Oh no! I'm going to be caught."

"Which department doctor do you hate so much?" Jihoon asked the oldest nurse. "We all know Mr Kang Ho Jun from the cardiology department. That man is annoying!" Mr Jung huffed. All of them laugh. "Yup I can't deny it."  Jeonghan sighed, taking a shot. "So now let us turn the bottle.." It landed on Doctor Ah Ra. "Who is your ideal type amongst the doctors and why?" Nurse Seojin asked her. "My ideal type is doctor wonwoo. He is tall, handsome, and great at his work..." Everyone just wooed at her responses. Wonwoo wants to focus on the game despite his annoyance but the lady at the table in front of him caught his eyes. She was ducking her head awkwardly with a menu in her hands. He narrowed his eyes at the ring on her ring finger that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw one of the waitresses come to her table. That is when she dropped the menu to talk with the waitress. She looked very hurried."Wonwoo it's your turn." He looked at them. "Huh?" Nurse Seojin goes again. "What nickname would you give to doctor Ji A?" Wonwoo's eyes travelled back to the familiar woman at the table in front and when the waitress moved, both of him and her eyes met. "Baby!" 

"Baby!" When Hana's eyes met Wonwoo, she knew she was busted. She waves awkwardly. Wonwoo spoke briefly at them before standing up and walked towards her. Before she said anything, he immediately hugged her. "Umm... Surprised..?" She giggled." When did you arrive?" He looked at her, grinning happily. "This afternoon..." He barked a laugh, "so when you called me earlier.." Hana grinned "I was on your bed.." Wonwoo shakes his head at her and leads her to his table. She looked at the people nervously. Not even wonwoo's hand behind her could soothe her nerves."Guys, this is my wife, Hana. Hana, this is my friend and colleague." She bowed to them "hello, I'm Hana, wonwoo's wife. Thank you for taking care of him while he is working at the hospital." Jeonghan waves "we met again, Hana..." Jihoon also put his hand's up, saying hi to her as they met before.

Hana sat next to Wonwoo. The woman next to him look at her with unreadable expression. "I never know you were married!" Seungkwan bellowed. "I thought everybody knows.. Mrs Jung knows too.. " wonwoo said as his hand wandered behind Hana's back. "How was your internship?" Jeonghan smiled at her. "It was great. I learned a lot at the hospital.." Hana mused. "No wonder wonwoo hides her. She is so pretty..." Soonyoung's word makes Hana hides her face to his side. “You are studying nurse, right? I hope I can work with you in the future,” Mrs Jung smiled fondly at her. “ I hope she can do her job very well then,” the woman next to her rudely. All of the people at the table looked uncomfortable at her statement. “ Oh! Since you never met us formally, this is Nurse Han Seo Jin and Doctor Ah Ra. Both of them worked in neurosurgery too,” Hana nodded in understanding and turned to Doctor Ah Ra. “It’s nice to meet you,”  Doctor Ah Ra rolled her eyes and just nodded as she drinks her soju.

Doctor Ah Ra keeps drinking her soju which makes all the people at the table become very nervous. The thing about doctor Ah Ra is, she is very outspoken but she can be much worse when she’s drunk. “ How did you guys meet?” Hana looked at Doctor Ah Ra.  “Oh, we were in the same school,” Doctor Ah Ra hummed. “So, you become a nurse because he is a doctor?” before Hana could retort her reason to be a nurse. “Are you stupid? You think that you can date while working if you do that?” Doctor Ah Ra snickered. Hana frowned. She doesn’t understand why this woman is attacking her. “I did not become a nurse because my husband is a doctor. I don’t get why you insinuate things, Doctor Ah Ra.” Doctor Ah Ra laughed bitterly. “I don’t get it. Why does he like you? Because you are cute? We all know cute girls are the most foxy ones. You are not even that pretty.” The others were rendered speechless by Doctor Ah Ra’s words. Hana could sense Wonwoo is heated with Doctor Ah Ra’s statement. “ Doctor Ah Ra, I think you should get home now. You drank too much..” His voice is low and serious. “ I don’t get it. Why don’t you like me back? I don’t care if you are married, you should be with me,” Hana was heated with Ah Ra’s childish words. “Are you even hearing what comes out of your mouth?” Doctor Ah Ra laughed. “Look, a lot of guys left their wife for me. It’s not my fault that they want me. Jeon Wonwoo, I don’t understand what is so attractive about her. Her look is just basic, and I doubt she is that intelligent-” The sudden bang shocked everyone. “ I don’t mind if you insult me but don’t insult my wife. You have crossed the line, Doctor Ah Ra. Excuse us, it is better for both of us to retire for the night. I’m sorry everyone,” Wonwoo stood up and gathered their things. Hana looked at the others, feeling bad for ruining their dinner. “I’m sorry for this Doctor Jeon,” Mrs. Jung looked at him, feeling guilty. He shook his head, “ No, It’s not your fault, Mrs.Jung. See you guys tomorrow,” 

“Are you okay,Wonwoo?” Hana sat down next to Wonwoo on the couch. “ I can’t believe Doctor Ah Ra has the nerve to say all of that. I thought that I didn’t drop hints that I was married and uninterested in her. It seems like she was ignoring those hints all along,” Wonwoo sighed. He used to feel so guilty when Doctor Ah Ra made moves on him, even though he, with the help of his other friends, did drop hints to her that he was uninterested and married. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you give her false hope or anything. Some people choose to ignore things for their own happiness,” “Are you not mad or anything?” “ Why would I be angry about something that you can’t control? It’s not your fault that she falls for you. To be honest, I couldn’t get angry at her for falling for you but I am angry at her for not understanding boundaries,” Wonwoo hummed in understanding. “Anyway-” Hana quickly jumped on him, covering his face and neck with kisses. Wonwoo hauled in laughter. “You really miss me huh?” Hana kissed on the tip of his nose before answering. “ Of course. Who wouldn’t miss their husband, especially someone as hot as you?” Wonwoo grinned before flipping her on the couch. “Well, I guess I should give you all those loving that I missed during our last meeting,” 

“ Someone’s glowing,” Mrs. Jung grinned when she spotted Wonwoo walking to their circle. “I guess you have a good night,” Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow, teasing Wonwoo, making the man groan. “ Did he fu-” before the words leave Soonyoung’s mouth, Jihoon shoved the rice cakes into his mouth. “ Have some rice cakes, I brought when I was out of town for conference meeting,” Doctor Seungcheol from cardiology department pat Wonwoo’s back. “I heard about yesterday’s tea. I hope you will be fine today,” he smiled to assure Wonwoo. Before Wonwoo could say anything, Doctor Ah Ra made way for him. “ Doctor Jeon, can I talk to you for a minute?”. Wonwoo nodded before making her way to her office. “Have a seat,” She offered when they got into her office. “I’m fine. What is it?” He spoke coldly. Doctor Ah Ra sighed before apologizing. “ I apologize for yesterday. I guess I’m not good at handling things,” Wonwoo nodded without saying anything. “ I also hope to apologize to your wife directly. It was low on me for blowing my anger at her,” Wonwoo nodded before opening his mouth. “ I accept your apology. I hope we can work like before without any personal feeling attached,” . Hana was surprised when Doctor Ah Ra apologized to her directly when she was having lunch with Wonwoo. “ It is fine. I accept your apology,” she smiled softly at the woman. “ What I did was very wrong, so I am very sorry once again,” said Doctor Ah Ra before she dismissed herself. “ Did she really apologize?” Jeonghan ran and sat near the couple. “Yeah, why?” Wonwoo spoke as he finished chewing his food. “ Very surprised because she has a reputation,” Hana nodded, “ What reputation?” Wonwoo immediately cut, “ No need to worry baby,” Jihoon and Soonyoung came and sat at their table. “ Baby? Gross,” Jihoon snorted as he took a sip of his coke. Soonyoung grinned at Hana “ Hi, we meet again. I have a lot of questions to ask you,” Hana laughed at the man. “ Yeah, ask away” Soonyoung giggled when he got the approval before typing in his Tiger cased phone. “ Does Wonwoo love skinship?” Hana giggled before grinning deviously. “ He does look cold but he loves skinship. He is a very romantic guy despite his looks,” All of the boys wooed at the shy man who’s gaze was straight on his food. “ Ewww, tell me more!” Jihoon giggled. 

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Anti-Romantic, Part 1

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Character | Jaehyun x reader Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff WordCount | 3.6 K Author'sNote | lmaoooo the fact that I intended this to be a oneshot type of thing oops. Wellllll, I tried. Most likely to be a two part series, but we'll see.

This is part of a series I intend to call "If Songs were Fics" and this particular one was loosely inspired by TXT's Anti-Romantic bc I'm obsessed. I hope you enjoy reading as much I enjoyed writing it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I don't know who loves me

And I don't care, It's a waste anyways

A romantic feeling, Kinda scares me

“Any plans for you birthday next week?”

Jaehyun shakes his head at you, “no, not yet, don’t you have that date with that barista?”

“I’m not sure, he’s been acting weird over text lately. Might not be worth it,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s your birthday! You only get one of those a year, we should plan something.”

You were on your way to the gym, a ritual you and Jaehyun had ever since you both found out you worked for the same company. You had been childhood friends, but ended up losing touch since you went to separate universities.

It was a nice surprise to see a friendly face on the first day of orientation and throughout the duration of your training for the next six weeks. Although you were both from different departments, you enjoyed taking your lunch breaks together and sharing small gossip about your old class-mates.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” he let’s out a long sigh, “every year, it seems like my family won’t stop pestering me about starting a family.”

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing, just not for me. Or at least not yet. I don’t think I’m the type to settle down,” he shrugs again as if it were no big deal.

You gasp, “how could you say that? I’ve seen your insta account. It’s got your cousin’s kids all over it!” You stop to take a good look at him as he holds the door of the gym open for you. “Back in school too, you used to tutor those elementary kids for volunteering hours. Even when you didn’t need them. You’ve always liked kids.”

“That’s different…”

“Right. Totally different things. Got it,” you roll your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he mentioned not wanting to settle down. At first, you had thought it was because he liked ‘keeping his options open’ like back in high-school. Or, not that you knew for sure, but if the rumors were true then it meant he slept his way around. Apparently, he never slept with someone twice and despite the cold shoulder the other party would get, all you had ever heard were praises. Not that you paid that much attention or anything.

You and Jaehyun had the same circle of friends, but despite that, he had never made any advances towards you. You’d be lying if that didn’t bother you at least once or twice. You just assumed that he didn’t want to make the friendship awkward or mess with the friend dynamics of your group. Which was why your crush on him in junior high ended as soon as you got to high-school.

You ended up going on dates with other people, but nothing that kept your interest. Nothing that compared to how you felt around him. Not that he seemed to think the same, so you tried your best to stay the good friend you always have been. You didn’t want to push something he clearly didn’t want; not that it didn’t hurt any less. Throughout the years it’s become bearable, at least. Almost like a painful habit.

You check in and head to the locker rooms to change. His nonchalance about the subject had always puzzled you. You’d seen first hand how all the female coworkers seemed to sway their hips as they walked by him, how some would pop a blouse button more than usual when around him, and you swore no one else was getting that much help throughout training more than him. He was handsome and a gentleman, that much was painfully obvious.

You meet him outside by the water fountain, “ready for warm-up?” he guides your way to the treadmills.

“When’s the last time you dated?”

You would have laughed if you weren’t so shocked to see him trip from the corner of your eye. “why the sudden curiosity?” He finally responds.

“Not sudden, I’d always wondered.” You defended. “You’re good looking and you’re very…I mean, you live on your own and have your own car. You have good relations with your family AND you’re good with kids. So, what is it?” You hadn’t realized how troubling you thought it all was. But now that you started digging you couldn’t stop.

“I just—” you pause, “it doesn’t make sense.”

You hear him chuckle, “you might wanna slow down before you pull something.” You look down and realize that your pace had gone from a relaxed jog to a borderline run during your rant. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to psychoanalyze your only friend in the city.

“Well, I just don’t know how to let people in. It’s just that.” He finally responds. “I love kids, but I don’t know or think I’d be a good partner.” He slows down before stopping, ending the conversation. He waves you off with an easy smile as you stay running.

Huh, maybe you pushed him too far. Your eyes can’t help but follow him around the gym.

Sweet and bitter chocolate, The taste at the end is always the same

Like the saddest movies, Only tears in my eyes

Your hands were sweaty the entire morning, anticipating your lunch time. It was his birthday today, and while you hadn’t made any concrete plans you ended up agreeing to go over to his place after work. Your gym bag was ready with snacks and comfy clothes to stay over. You remembered him saying he was excited to watch that new Marvel movie that had recently come out so you had bought it online to stream it at his place as a surprise. But what had you nervous was the small heart shaped box sitting in your purse. You didn’t know what possessed you to buy it but you had immediately thought of Jae when you passed by it at the mall. You remember vaguely mentioning that it was a special occasion to the sales lady (as in, his birthday), but she must have thought it was your significant other rather than friend because she changed the box to the red velvet shaped one while giving you a wink. In her defense, you could have protested but…why didn’t you?

You hear a knock on your door, “hey little miss sunshine.” Ah, Nakamoto, this couldn’t be good news. He was only sickly sweet to you when he needed a favor.

“What do you want?” you deadpan. He only laughs as he makes himself comfortable in your office. “Well, nothing in particular. Can’t stop by and see how you’re doing?” he feigns hurt.

“Right—the last time you ‘came by’ you left me working over-time through the weekend,” You sigh, “so what is it this time? Missed meeting? Late proposal?” To be fair, your supervisor WAS overworked sometimes. And since you were the only worker under him, it was normal for him to sometimes share some of the load with you.

He smiles at you, “nope. Just have a proposal for you. I know you’ve been working hard these past few months and I’ve been really impressed by your work ethic.” He stands and moves closer to your desk, “And I thought some sort of reward was in order, as well as celebration.” Ok, now you’re confused. You were ok with the reward part, it usually came in the form of a gift card to your favorite coffee shop, but celebration?

“Why would we celebrate? Did I miss something?”

“Not yet, but I did recommend you to the partner position with me. And I wanted to be the first to tell you that the boss approved it earlier today. So, what do ya say? Dinner on me?” he extends his hand out to you and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Oh.

Shit! You were hoping this would happen eventually, moving up from the entry-level position you had. But you had never thought it would be this fast. “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” You give him your hand and he shakes it in mock salute.

“Of course, some people will come by to move your computer to the office next to mine. You start Monday!” he winks, “So, wanna go to that new rooftop restaurant? This is a once in a life-time ticket, so you best say yes.”

But your dinner with Jae…He’ll understand, right? He has to. It’s not like he seemed that excited about it anyway. And you could always spend the day together tomorrow, too. It would be pretty rude to turn down Yuta after he pulled some strings for you…

You smile at him, “Thank you Mr. Nakamoto, I won’t let you down as a partner. Yeah, dinner sounds great. Wanna meet there?”

You sit down on the small table, now nervous for other reasons.

Jae sits opposite of you, a small smile on his face. “Hey you,” he greets.

“hey…” you start, “I hate to change plans so suddenly, but…” crap, you feel really shitty. But you really were between a rock and a hard place.

“everything ok?”

“yeah, no. I actually just got promoted,” you start.

“You did? That’s awesome! So fast, too. Wow—but shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic about it?” he chuckles.

“I am, just—my old supervisor wanted to go to dinner to celebrate. And I don’t think I could say no after helping me out like that.”

“I mean, did you want to skip it or?” Now he’s confused.

“Well, he wanted to go out tonight since I start Monday and today’s Friday…I don’t think I can come over tonight,” you explain.

Realization crosses his features before he gives a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine. And he’s treating you! You don’t know when the next time he offers might be,” he continues, “we can celebrate another day anyway.”

“Are you sure?” now you feel like shit.

“Of course I’m sure.”

For the rest of the lunch, a thick silence settles before he excuses himself back to work.

Jaehyun knew this was coming. Nothing ever went his way; it’s why he kept everyone at a distance from his heart. But he was weak when it came to you. This game of push and pull was bound to keep happening, and it only brought him that all familiar foul taste in his mouth.

I know, that sweet love song, Those words of promise

When you turn around, It's just an unfamiliar someone

It was why he decided to go else-where for university, instead of joining you and some of your friends to the one closest to home. He chose to go across the globe—far, far away from the curse of you.

It had started on a windy day, back when you were 4 and new to the town he grew up in. Jaehyun didn’t want to leave his mother’s arms, he didn’t like the thought of being with strangers until later in the day even if his mom promised that she would be back. A little girl with jean overalls like his came up to him and his mom, “why are you crying?”

“I am not!” he sniffed. He didn’t need to make new friends like his mom was trying to tell him. All he needed was to go back home. You took out something from your pocket and showed it to him, “look, my mom said I could give one to my first friend. She said it was sharing. Want one?”

In her little palm, were two kiss chocolates. “You’re not my friend,” he grumbled, “I don’t know your name.” At that, you giggled, “I’m Y/N!” you took his hand and placed a chocolate there, “there, now we’re officially friends.”

“See, Jae? You can spend some time with Y/N and have fun. Before you know it, I’ll be back,” she promised.

“Yeah, Jae! Come play blocks with me, and then we can try the coloring.” You held his hand as you led him deeper into the classroom. Just like that, Jae began to feel a little warmth in his chest. He didn’t mind that his favorite thing to do was play tag outside or that he wasn’t really good at coloring inside lines yet. But that didn’t matter to him. As long as he had this one friend around, he was content.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I want to run far away

My heart that already chases after you, Blazes up as a small flame

Looking back at it now, it was a little funny. All it took to let you in back then was a simple chocolate kiss and your little sticky hand in his leading the way. You were always larger than life to him, sometimes he forgot that you were just as human as him.

As you two continued to grow, nothing seemed to change your friendship. But he knew that the depth of his feelings wasn’t mutual. It was in the way that you brought a lot different people together and decided to call it your family. Another of your friends, Jungwoo, liked to joke that you collected introverts for fun. To Jaehyun, it was more likely that you just didn’t see the fun in leaving people out. You were charming and passionate. Traits he wished he had. Your empathetic nature and gentle disposition were all that Jaehyun needed, even if he wasn’t the only recipient.

Once you guys started to hit puberty, things started to feel rocky. Jaehyun couldn’t help but physically distance himself from you, his ears were always red-hot. You had always been pretty to Jaehyun, but you were starting to become really beautiful. And if the boy’s locker rooms’ talk were anything to go by, then other people were definitely starting to realize “what a great catch” you were.

It really pissed him off. Who were they to say things as if all you were was a piece of meat? It disgusted him. But what disgusted him more was the fact that sometimes, he couldn’t help but also feel the way your body felt in his when you hugged in greeting. He hated the way his body reacted to everything you did.

He first messed around with a senior girl back when he was a sophomore, Sooyoung. She was leaving and he couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was a piece of trash and he was tired of hearing the way he would share what Jae considered to be intimate moments that had no business being public. But you seemed so happy… that next game, Jae stole the ball from him and scored on his own. Even if it cost him a three hour lecture from the coach, he would do it again. Fuck being a team, that guy was an asshole.

What he hadn’t planned on was liking messing around. He would never admit it, but the reason he couldn’t commit was because he couldn’t get rid of that small grain of hope that glowed in his chest every time you stared at him longer than would be deemed normal. It wasn’t often, but he knew he wasn’t seeing things. So, he succumbed to the cycle of push-and-pull that you guys had going on.

Jaehyun wasn’t blind, he knew that your work definitely spoke of your professionalism, but he’s also seen the way Nakamoto stared after you. Of the way his hand would often touch your waist when walking together. Even now, as he hears you apologize through the phone again as you get ready for your “date” with him he can’t help this heart feel heavy with anger. Anger at himself, for letting you slip away once more. He usually hopes for nothing but the best for you, but this time, he wishes you had an awful dinner.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I don't believe in romance

I'm afraid that after burning my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes

Throughout the entire dinner, you can’t seem to get Jae out of your mind. It keeps you from enjoying the delicious food, keeps you from keeping your usual banter with Nakamoto.

You’re about to call it a night and thank Nakamoto for inviting you out when he beats you to it, “damn, I was hoping this might be a good break from the usual overtime we do, but something tells me your mind has been elsewhere,” he offers good naturedly, “I know it’s valentine’s, so maybe this is why we feel so awkward, right?”.

You grimace a bit at that, “ah—I’m sorry. I really am grateful for the way you look after me in the company and I’m also thankful for this lovely dinner,” you stop a bit, afraid you might offend him, “I agreed to come out tonight, so no need to feel awkward.” You offer a smile.

“Alright then. I guess you already have your sights on someone?” he prods. Should you be honest? There was no rule against dating outside your department, and you were pretty sure your new boss’s wife also worked within the company. “…I do. But I’m pretty sure they don’t feel the same way. It’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Surely if something were to have happened, it would have by now.” You were loosening up, definitely the wine’s fault.

Nakamoto sighs at that, “damn, and here I thought I could woo you after this,” he winks jokingly but you laugh him off. You knew he didn’t care for you that way. “I really hope you’re talking about the guy you always eat lunch with. I swear everyone thought you guys were married when you were released from training.”

“What?! No, I—we’ve been friends since we were children—”

“Aha! So it was him then,” he smirks. “Good.”

You groan, “Please, no.”

“What, it’s not him? You sure about that?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement,” you groan. Why were you discussing your love life? You push the wine away and take a sip of your water.

“Hmm. That’s too bad. Could have sworn that guy was after you.” He stands up. “But fine, I’ll stop prodding.”

You sigh in relief—“for now.” You groan. “What do you even mean by that? You don’t even know him. Or me, or at least personally at least.”

“Mmm, I don’t have to. Some things you just know. Like how he wishes I was six feet under every time we run across him at work,” he sobers up at that. “He seemed like a cool dude, but his glare isn’t too friendly. I don’t know how you fell for that.”

You scoff, “just because someone has a resting bitch face doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.”

You both make your way to the underground parking. “You’re right, it just makes them unapproachable. Is that why you won’t confess?” His genuine tone rubs you the wrong way, you don’t need be given false hope.

“Stop it, you said you would drop it,” you frown, “Anyways, thank you for the food boss—”

“—not your boss anymore. Just call me Yuta, we’re partners now.”

“Aren’t you two years older than me?”

“And?”

You shrug at that, “well, thanks Yuta. For the food, not for the interrogation.” He chuckles at that, nodding while pulling out his car keys. “see you Monday!” he waves you off.

You sigh as you get home. It wasn’t as late as you thought it was, only a few minutes past nine. You really wanted to see him. Would he be busy?

You fish out your phone and dial his number before chickening out.

“Hello?”

“Jae! It’s me. Are you busy right now?” your heartbeat is pounding so loud, you’re scared he could hear it on the other end. “Right now?” you hear shuffling on the other end, “no, I was just reading that book Jungwoo sent me. Might have dozed off a bit into it but don’t tell him I said that,” he chuckles.

“Why, is everything ok? It’s still early, did you end dinner that fast?”

“Oh, Yuta and I called it a night pretty early. Too many couples were out and about and it got a bit awkward,” you explained.

“Yuta?”

“Ah, yes. Yuta Nakamoto, but now that we’re associates, he said it would be better to address him less formally.” You waive him off, “actually, I was wondering—if it’s not too late, can I still come over? If not, that’s cool. We can still hang out tomorrow, but your birthday is today and I thought—”

He laughs at your rambles, “of course you can come over, you know you don’t have to ask. How many times have I told you that?”

“Ok, ok. Just checking,” you still had your comfy change of clothes in your car, so you opt to save those for tomorrow and change into something causal for tonight.

“Do you want me to go get you? We can get ice cream on the way, hopefully they don’t close early.”

“Sounds like a plan then,” curse your heart for melting at everything he says.

“Alright, give me 15 and I’ll be there.” He hangs up.

You look at your bag, resting on your sofa and you sigh. The entire night, it’s almost as if you could feel the weight of his gift weighing it down. Yuta is known for being very observant, it’s why he was so good at his job. Closing deals and making contracts in advertisement. Would he be right about this? You know you desperately wish he was, but is it worth risking your best friend?

EndNote | Woooow, that was a longass ride. Let me know if you liked it or if there are other typos I missed! Or just to let me know what you thought, that would be much appreciated. I'm thinking of finishing it by Sunday 6/13, so hopefully the next part is up by then. Until then!

Here's Part 2!

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...surprise

um okay so here I am trying angst again. this is kind of intended to be open ended bcos might have a part two at some point. im also lazy and has a few time jumps. also if someone could pls explain if you just get pics for the top of these off internet or credit on like gifs or something that’d be appreciated.

Summary: Tom comes home and everything is most definitely not the way he left, nor is it healthy

Warnings: please read with caution esp relationship with food / weightloss, but just generally a person in a bad bad head space, lots of self blame - then next parts will carry different warnings too

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Tom had been away for months. Months and months away from his girlfriend, separated entirely by his filming locations in Europe and America; while you were busy slowly and steadily climbing the ranks of your law firm. Being an intense period for the pair, you hadn’t managed to see each other in 2 and a half months.  Of course, both go you were used to this - 3 years deep into a relationship between an actor and a wanna-be lawyer- this was the name of the game.

But honestly? You both just kept falling deeper and deeper, making the separation harder to deal with - rather than getting used to it as one might hope.

That's why Tom felt such an incredibly overwhelming wave of relief as he dumped his bags just outside his front door. Even though he was exhausted from the travelling, just the mere act of finally phishing out his housekeys brought a massive grin to his face - caused particularly by the sight of his tacky little keyring from a Moroccan market that you’d bought him. That had been your first holiday. There’s that old saying that before you move in with someone go on holiday first - Tom understood it to mean you supposedly see all the bad and ugly stuff people can hide from each other, a prewiring before committing to living in the same space. However that holiday all he’d learned was incredible you are to him. To his dying day, Tom will never forget the moment he looked over to his left when the two of you were on this night time stargaze in the depth of the Moroccan desert. Y/n had never seen stars like it, the skies so incredibly clear and lit up with an array of magical blues and purples and whites on its sark background. The sight, for no unexplainable reason, had you completely opening up to Tom about things she’d never told a single soul. And in that moment he’d had this sort of realisation. Not about how much he loved her - because that is just the cliche thing everyone says… and also just wasn’t true.

In that moment he’d rather realised the potential. The sort of ‘I’m not there yet but I know you could become the centre of my universe’. The sort of ‘I’m not ready to say this yet, but I want to spend my life with you’. The sort of ‘at some point in my life I’m not sure my heart will be able to beat without yours’.

He still hadn’t quite got to explicitly saying all that yet, by asking you for the ultimate commitment. But he planned to now he was coming back to you.

Even with the chill of the early evening winter air, Tom was almost ecstatic as he unlocked the door and let himself in. He hadn’t told you that he was coming home, you thought he had another two weeks on the job, but Tom was a bit of an old romantic - he loved seeing your eyes fill with wonder as he surprised you in whatever way. Sometimes it was as simple as a note on the fridge, or a small bouquet from behind his back or as fancy as a surprise holiday.

However, this time, though it was only 6 in the evening, all the lights of their house were off making Tom raise an eyebrow as he quietly slipped off his shoes - not wanting to scare Y/n just in case.

Tom had sworn when he’d been on the phone with you the previous day, you didn’t have any plans tonight but perhaps maybe a spontaneous pub trip and been offered with work colleagues. The house felt a little cold as he padded through it, poking his head into every room just to check Y/n wasn’t there. His last port of call was the bedroom.

By this point, Tom was pretty resigned on the fact you were out and he’d maybe cook a meal for when you got back or hide about the house or something. But instead, when he poked his head around this door, he sighed in delight at the sight of a still mound under the plush white sheets. For a brief moment, Tom paused, before tiptoeing steadily round to her bedside. The light was still off but the hallway light illuminated the room enough so he could make out your soft features and the messy ball of hair that had been haphazardly thrown in a bun. Furthermore, he could also notice in the light the packet of painkillers and migraine tablets lying opened on the bedside - which made him freeze. Y/n didn’t get migraines often at all, but when she did Tom knew just how bad they could be. That explained the fact you were spark out at six o’clock, making Tom give a sympathetic smile. He crept back out the room with a little spring in his step, deciding that since he had had a long day travelling he'd grab a snack and join you. Unfortunately though, when he enthusiastically yanked the fridge open the sight was a rather depressing one. He didn’t really know what he was craving but the fridge contents were of almost no use to anyone. The place was bloody baron, apart from a tub of butter and of course his special beers that Y/n would never dare touch. With a small huff though, Tom resigned himself to some bread and butter, before getting ready for bed.

It was probably an hour later when Tom was carefully crawling under the duvet to settle in beside Y/n after the disappointing snack and maybe a solitary ‘welcome home beer’ - it would be rude not to. God was he excited to just have his girlfriend in his arms again though. So, Tom naturally reached over and powerfully yet gently pulled you back towards him - making your back flush with his as you mumbled something incoherent. Chuckling slightly at your apparent annoyance of being disturbed, Tom pressed a kiss to her temple before settling down momentarily.

But something wasn’t quite right, making Tom shuffle about a bit - ever adjusting huis grasp on your waist as he attempted to get comfy. With the migraine medications forcing you into a deep deep sleep you barely stirred and that just made the unease increase for Tom. Because you didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. Ever so slowly Tom started to peel back the duvet from your body from his now sitting upright position. Typically, Y/n was wearing one of his hoodies, however more concerningly it seemed to pool and collect around your frame more than normal.

Now, Y/n was never the most petite person in the world - by no means overweight, instead of beautiful curves and muscle. To Tom now though, it was as if someone had literally shrunk you - like a picture on a word document you needed to make narrower to fit the margins. Even in the dim light of the bedroom he know realised you looked pale. Honestly, Tom didn’t know how long he just sat there staring at you, until you sighed a little and pulled the duvet back up to just under your chin.

He didn’t know what to think or do. All he knew was you didn’t look well and that you hadn’t said a thing to him. Feeling so very uncomfortable within himself, Tom climbed out the bed and simultaneously grabbed his phone. He knew he had to call someone, to check that you hadn’t been ill - but then who to call? Someone that wouldn’t judge or instantly worry- your mum was completely off the cards. Also, he hadn’t even given you the chance to explain yet, so really he knew there was only a couple of options who were close enough to him too.

“Hey what’s up?” “Um nothing much, back in the UK though so-“ “Oh shit really! Kept that one quite bro” “Yeh well came back to surprise Y/n” “Oh you're soooo whipped” “Fuck off Haz, have you um… have you seen her recently anyway?” “You're asking me if I’ve seen your girl while you’ve been away?” “I’m being serious. You’re pretty much brother and sister and I’m -I’m a bit worried.” “What? You know she wouldn’t cheat especially with me” Haz’s tone turned less serious, using a goofy accent “ I know too much.” Haz still attempted to lighten the mood, this conversation very unexpected and making him grow more and more concerned himself. “Haz quit it. I’m worried she’s been ill. I’ve come in and she’s asleep with a migraine but there’s no food in the fridge and she’s skinny as hell.” “Fuck er sorry I didn’t realise. But um no she’s been cancelling on us for the past like two weeks cos like…I don’t know said she was just snowed under at the firm so” “But before then?” “No yeh she was fine. Went to the pub a couple times and she always drove so didn’t drink but nothing weird - think she wanted to keep a clear head. What are you thinking?” “I don’t know to be honest mate. She seemed fine on the phone but I swear to god she looks half the size  of what she was when I left.” “Just talk to her in the morning? She probably is just stressed if work has been mad busy.” Tom hummed in agreement, half trying to convince himself too. “Yeh yeh, sorry for bothering you.” “Oh shut up mate - I’ll see you both at your parents for the roast tomorrow? Sams got some new recipe I think, he’s been wittering on about it for days.” “Yeh we’ll be there, see you then mate.” 

After signing off to Haz, Tom placed his phone on the little table on the upstairs hallway and sighed. He knew he was being over-protective but he couldn’t help it. Y/n was always the one to care for him, in fact to care for everybody int he room and then some.

He’d get to the bottom of whatever this was tomorrow, and so the rest of the evening Tom spent rather unhappily get ready before bed yet again before climbing back in next to you.

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Tom woke before you, a combination of jet lag and the worry in the pit of his stomach meaning he stirred awake first. Instinctively he pulled you closer and nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck as he slowly began to wake up properly - shrugging off the grogginess. Tom was still really excited for you to realise he was back, predicting you  to excitedly hug him ever so tight and then spend the morning between the sheets. He knew you found the distance tough, especially when all your closest friends were coupled off, it meant you just didn’t have ‘your person’. It was almost as if you were single again and instead of pining over an ex, hopelessly and completely in love with someone across the globe. But that just made your time together even more invaluable and precious.

So even with his slight unease at your slimmer silhouette, Tom didn't have any control over the loopy grin that came to his face as you started to stir and mumble something incoherent, all the while (and subconsciously) inching closer towards him. By the slight fluttering under your eyelid, Tom knew you were waking up and so took the moment to tuck your frizzy bed hair behind your ear. Sighing contently Y/n’s eyes fluttered completely open and Tom met your gaze with the most gently of smiles.

However, he then watched moment by moment as your expression morphed for one of peacefulness and content, through confusion, and ending at pure terror. He had barely thought of asking you why, before you yelped, throwing yourself up into a sitting position and backing as far away on the bed as you could from Tom. “TOM... I-you can’t be here! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” “Y/n hey what’s wrong-“ “GET OUT! G-GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU CAN’T BE HERE” you  yanked the bedsheets to completely cover your huddled up body, as if trying to protect yourself. At this point, tears were streaming down your face and what truly terrified Tom was the expression of horror in your eyes. He threw his hands in the air and unsteadily stumbled to his feet. “O-okay I’m-“ “GET OUT!!! YOU CAN'T SEE ME GET OUT!” Completely bemused and shocked, Tom just nodded jerkily -already halfway out the door and accidentally slamming it in haste.

He had absolutely zero clue what that was about. But what he knew for a fact? He’d never ever seen you like that… you looked so completely terrified… of him? Tom couldn’t for the life of him work out what the hell was going on, as he paced from the shut door to the hallway wall and back again, running his hand through his hair throughout. He could hear you sobbing and whisper yelling - presumably at yourself. It felt as though his heart was being torn out, seeing you that upset and it appearing as his fault? He was acting on pure instinct and adrenalin because your pain hurt him too. He had no control of the physiological response in his body, making his hands shake and breathing increase in speed as it inversely got shallower too.

And so he took a short inhalation, biting his bottom lip as he knocked on the door. “Y/n?….” He got no response after waiting a couple of seconds so tried again - because he could hear you trying to stifle your sobs. After another two failed attempts he opted for a different approach. “Y/n… I’m worried about you… look, I know your upset right now but I need you to let me know your okay… or I’ll have to come in and…and I don’t want to spook you” “Don’t come in.” It was a sharp reply, with a voice that was cracked and clearly trying to keep It together. “Okay… I-I’m sorry if my surprise of coming home was a dumb idea…I-I’ve missed you.” Tom tried speaking softly, as he knelt down and sat with this back against the wall while nervously fiddling with his watch strap that he’d forgot to take off last night. Again he waited for a response but got nothing, again having to warn you he needed to know you were okay. He heard movements from the other side of the door, making him turn his head to the left, pressing his ear on the cool gloss paint. “I-I’m sorry” You barely were whispering, but Tom could sense you were now sitting in a position mirroring his “You don’t meed to apologise love” Returning her tone, Tom sighed at the end - trying to get his brain to process what was going on.

Y/n wasn’t one to overreact and Tom could count on one hand the number of serious fights they’d had in the three year romance. And even then, he was the one to raise his voice - when she argued it was more reasoned, slow and controlled. Actually it was one of the things that in those moments infuriated him even more - you were just so level headed and sensible. Scratch that, sensible purely in this context - everywhere else you were just as loopy as him. So this situation felt so very alien. He didn’t know how to help you and he bloody hated feeling useless.

After a few moments, you replied to apologise once again, for shouting specifically,  and Tom nodded - not that you could see. But that was one of the things Y/n had taught him, sometimes you just have accept things - no matter the context. Accept he wasn’t actually a superhero and couldn’t do everything, accept that sometimes he could be a dick and out of line or accept an apology.

“Can you.. can you try and tell me why your upset? I want to help.” He was trying to be gentle, non-confrontational. But he knew something was so wrong. He needed to know so he could try and help out. “I…”Y/n began, but quickly trailed off, as if trying to formulate the words properly. “I’ve just been ill and” again another pause “and I haven’t been looking after myself very well. I just planned to be umm- to be better when you got back.”

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t really the truth either, at least not the whole truth. But it wasn’t a lie.

“I’m not sure I understand why your so worried about what I think though?” Tom inquired, as he started to fiddle with the door handle in his left hand - as if easing the idea of coming into his girlfriend without scaring you. In reply, you sighed again trying to put the words together without explicitly spelling it out to him. “I don’t- I thought you’d just be disappointed or-or think I’m reliant on you. I’m not and I can handle myself I just…. I don’t know.” “I love you, you idiot.”Tom chuckled at that, while standing up. “Can I come in now please? I promise I’m not disappointed just want to help you feel better.”

The door opened and no sooner could Tom take a step forward than Y/n ran into his chest, wrapping herself tightly around him in apology. He knew that he didn’t have the full story but really didn’t want to push her, more preferring to just love her. So that’s what they spent the rest of the morning doing, in their pyjamas and watching TV. Quite obviously, she wasn’t really making a lot of conversation, Tom filled some gaps with talking about filming - to which she’d hum in agreement or chuckle along. But for the most part Y/n was concentrating on something else.

The all-consuming guilt. That was what was eating away at her.

part 2?

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland angst

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fire and Light (ao3) - on tumblr: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

- Chapter 10 -

Nie Mingjue was starting to become accustomed to the routine of the cell.

Wen Ruohan would generally visit the Fire Palace twice weekly, sometimes more if he had had a very bad day and wanted to let off some steam. Nie Mingjue would get visited on at least one of those instances, whether for a short time and a bit of emotional devastation or for a longer and much more physically uncomfortable visit, and sometimes more often if Wen Ruohan was not doing well in war.

Wen Ruohan still enjoyed asking him questions, but Nie Mingjue didn’t think he had to answer them anymore. This was a subject that came up sometimes during some of those longer visits.

The rest of the time, he was left to recover and be bored. He was not given access to his saber – Baxia had been hidden away somewhere, he thought, he could feel that she was safe if unhappy – but his spiritual energy was not restrained, the way some other prisoners were.

He spent a great deal of time meditating. Sometimes, if his physical condition allowed for it, he would practice old techniques, trying to focus on a different muscle each time to try to avoid letting them atrophy. His empty hands bothered him, but he deemed it unlikely that anyone would give him equivalent to a saber something to wield, not even if he asked.

Food was twice a day, usually just a bowl of rice and vegetables that the kitchen would otherwise have thrown away, and it was brought by the same prison guard each time.

Nie Mingjue liked the prison guard.

Possibly it was because he was the only person Nie Mingjue saw on a regular basis, other than Wen Ruohan – Nie Mingjue’s cell was a little ways away from the other prisoners, lest they infect him with something and he die too quickly, although he was still within earshot of all the screams – or possibly it was the prison guard’s pleasant demeanor, friendly and calm like a lake of still water.

They were playing a long-running game of sorts.

Nie Mingjue had guessed that Meng Yao – that was the prison guard’s name – was an outsider, recently joined, and that he had previously spent time in both the Lan and Jin sects.  This perspicacity had surprised Meng Yao, drawing his interest, and he had asked, very politely, for Nie Mingjue’s name.

Nie Mingjue had, just as politely, refused to give it.

Meng Yao, surprised yet again, had asked for his reasons.

Nie Mingjue had explained that he wasn’t sure if Wen Ruohan would react badly to other people knowing about him, and it would be a shame for Meng Yao to be murdered while he had yet to achieve whatever it was that he was seeking so strenuously to accomplish.

For some reason, Meng Yao saw this as a challenge.

“Gongzi, I have your dinner,” Meng Yao said. “Would you like me to ask the cook to give you some meat, next time? Just let me know. I would be more than happy to tell her to send more food to…?”

“Certainly,” Nie Mingjue said. “You can tell her that it’s on behalf of the last cell on the right.”

Meng Yao wrinkled his nose at him, and Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes back.

Their normal initial exchange of wits over, Meng Yao gave him the food and supervised him as he ate – a babysitter upon whose head the consequences would fall if Nie Mingjue misbehaved was the condition of giving him chopsticks. Wen Ruohan had a great deal of experience in keeping prisoners alive, and he knew Nie Mingjue’s character quite well.

“I heard that you were giving Sect Leader Wen advice on the war,” Meng Yao said casually as Nie Mingjue tried to guess what pickled vegetable he was eating, since neither taste nor appearance was definitive. “Gongzi must be very well-respected.”

“Did you hear about the part where I told him the best counterstrike would be to shove his troops up his own ass?”

“…and very brave.”

Nie Mingjue chuckled. “And you must be very competent to have made your way up to prominence in two separate sects, especially at such a young age.”

Meng Yao did not want to like him, Nie Mingjue could tell. He did anyway.

It wouldn’t help him if something more important to Meng Yao was at stake, of course – Nie Mingjue had lived too long with Qishan Wen cruelty, selfishness, and ruthlessness to miss seeing it reflected in others – but it was still nice to be liked.

“…how do you know?”

“Was that a direct question?” Nie Mingjue asked. “Be still my heart.”

“This humble servant has observed that gongzi does not answer anything else.”

“Humble,” Nie Mingjue drawled. “Yes, that’s the first thing I think of when I think of you.”

Meng Yao’s eyes were narrowing, though, so he stopped teasing.

“It’s your hair.”

“My – hair?”

Nie Mingjue nodded. “The way you set it. It’s clear that Xichen must have taught you how to arrange the braids personally, which means that you must have gotten fairly high up in the Lan sect – but Sect Leader Wen referred to you as being poached from the Jin sect.”

Meng Yao reached up touch his hair. “…I never made it that high in the Jin sect,” he finally said. “Not even lieutenant.”

“In the middle of a war, with how competent you are? Does Sect Leader Jin have something against you?” A small furrowing of Meng Yao’s brow. “Did you complain that he raped your sister or something?”

A long, slow blink. “Is that a problem he has?”

“Not liking people who try to make him responsible for his actions?” Nie Mingjue snorted. “Yes.”

Meng Yao looked contemplative.

“What are you thinking?” Nie Mingjue asked, finally giving up on the pickled vegetable and handing back the bowl.

“Only that you know a great deal of gossip –”

“Involuntarily, I assure you.”

“– and that you feel comfortable calling Lan-da-gongzi by name, and are familiar enough to know how he personally styles his hair.” Meng Yao smiled. “I’ll figure out who you are yet, gongzi.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Nie Mingjue said. “They’ve probably already forgotten me.”

-

“This is your fault,” Wen Ruohan murmured in his ear, and Nie Mingjue was too weak to refuse to listen. “You did this – to yourself, to them. Why couldn’t you have just been obedient?”

He didn’t know anymore.

-

“I’m Sect Leader Jin’s son,” Meng Yao said.

“Your mother must be a genius,” Nie Mingjue replied.

There was a moment of silence – probably Meng Yao staring at him.

It was probably not the response he had been expecting.

“I’ve met Sect Leader Jin,” Nie Mingjue said in explanation. He was lying face-down on the floor of the cell while Meng Yao tended to his wounds; the conversation, he knew, was only to distract him from the sting of the stitches. “He’s cunning, not smart, horribly self-absorbed, and ‘competent’ isn’t the word I’d use for him; he makes do mostly by paying enough to hire good help. Given the contrast with you, it follows that you must have gotten all the good traits from the other side…I hope he didn’t rape her. Sorry about making that joke, earlier. I didn’t realize.”

“You said sister, not mother.”

“Right,” Nie Mingjue said. “I forgot.”

“Anyway, he didn’t have to rape her. He bought her,” Meng Yao said. He was tightening the bandages now and his hands were perfectly steady. Too steady, the way Wen Qing’s were when she was having to control himself. “She was a whore.”

Nie Mingjue got the feeling that Meng Yao was expecting some sort of reaction. He wasn’t sure what, though.

“Okay,” he said. Out of lack of anything better to say, he added, “Was she nice?”

“What type of question is that?” Meng Yao demanded.

He’d picked the wrong reaction again, Nie Mingjue presumed.

“I don’t know,” he said. His eyes were closed and his forehead was pressed against the cool stone. “I don’t really remember my mother. All I know is that she was a rogue cultivator, and tall –”

“I would never have guessed the latter, gongzi.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like I’ve never heard that one before. My father raised me on his own – we don’t believe in using nursemaids to do it.” He exhaled. “I’m forgetting him, too.”

“He died?”

“Sect Leader Wen killed him.” He heard Meng Yao exhale. “I know. I’m not very filial, am I?”

“I don’t think that’s a consideration,” Meng Yao murmured. “Under the circumstances.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t want to talk about it. “So, your mother,” he said. “Was she nice?”

“…does it matter?”

“Why wouldn’t it matter? She’s your mother, isn’t she?”

Meng Yao chuckled. It was not a nice sound. “Most people don’t really care to listen past the part where they find out she’s a whore.”

“I’ve never actually met a whore,” Nie Mingjue confessed. He was starting to drift off again – it was hard to stay awake. “The closest I ever got to even talking about one was when we had to put the fear of brothels into A-Chao. Sect Leader Wen was trying to ruin him.”

“A-Chao?”

“Mm. Like – a little brother, almost. I’ve got a bunch.”

Meng Yao snickered. “Yes, gongzi does seem the type.”

Nie Mingjue smiled into the floor. He knew that tone – it was just the same as A-Chao’s, in fact. “You’re welcome to join in, if you like.”

Meng Yao’s hands stopped moving abruptly.

“Assuming I’m not dead, of course.”

After a moment, Meng Yao’s hands started moving again. They were gentler.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “After a promise like that, I’ll be sure not to let him kill you.”

“Need to get your money’s worth out of me?”

“Of course.” A pause. “Naturally, it would be easier if gongzi would tell me his name…”

Nie Mingjue huffed – like Meng Yao was going to get him that easily.

“No need for such formality, A-Yao,” he said. “Just call me da-ge.”

-

“You must have some hobbies.”

“Must I?”

“Everyone has hobbies.”

“I collect younger siblings. Does that count?”

“It does not.”

-

“It’s your fault,” Wen Ruohan crooned as Nie Mingjue’s shrieks split the air. “Your fault. You turned them against me. It’s because of you that I’m going to need to kill them…”

-

“I don’t think I would have liked you, in the normal course of things,” Meng Yao said conversationally. “I usually find righteous people boring. Most of the time, they’re arrogant hypocrites, as rigid like the stiff pole that must have gotten shoved up their asses at some point. No one looks down on you like the righteous, and usually for stupid reasons, too. For something as petty and as simple as just not being them. Not having their advantages from the moment you were born.”

He paused. Cleared his throat.

“Lan Xichen was the first one I met who wasn’t like that. He really – he’s nice, I think you would put it. Kind. Everything they say about what gentlemen ought to be, he is.”

A brief silence.

“Naïve, though. Almost painfully so. I twisted him around my little finger without even trying…even when I was trying not to.”

Nie Mingjue believed him. Manipulation seemed to come as second nature to Meng Yao, even when he was being sincere. Sometimes, even especially when he was being sincere.

It was a bit like Wen Xu, actually. It was hard to throw off the way you’d been raised.

“At first I thought the problem was with me, that I didn’t appreciate him enough, that I didn’t understand how to have a friendship with a person like that. A good one. Sometimes I thought, well, no, maybe the problem’s with him – he pities me too much to see what I’m really like, and that means he’s deceiving himself, it’s got nothing to do with me. In the end…I don’t know. I don’t think I ever resolved it.”

He sighed. It was a long, low sound, almost whistling in the dead air of the Fire Palace.

“You’re not like Lan Xichen at all. You really are unbending, rigid, inexorable…I ought to despise you. You ought to despise me. I torture people most of the day, you know. I even enjoy it.”

For all his poise, Meng Yao was younger even than Lan Xichen. He shouldn’t be anyone’s prison guard. Shouldn’t be torturing anyone. How could you blame children for doing something that would win them praise?

“It’s this place that makes me like you, I think. It’s just – it’s filthy, here. Disgusting. The more I’m in this prison the worse it gets. The more bad things I do, the more bad things I think. I barely dare recall my better memories, my mother, Lan Xichen. I’m too afraid that the filth and grime of this place will stain their purity even in my thoughts.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t understand, not really - maybe he’d been here so long that the stain had sunk in already, blackening everything it touched. But he tried as much as he could to sympathize.

“And then there’s you. You, all shining steel and stiff unbending morality, the sort of person I hate the most. But when I’m here knee-deep in the muck, trapped in the dark without any hope of surfacing, I look at you and I feel – it’s almost like I can see light again, reflected in you. As if I’m breathing clean air. For the first time in my life, I think I understand why people have ethics. That they’re not some stupid thing made up by someone to fool someone else into voluntarily crippling the hand they’ve been dealt to play.”

That was definitely not what ethics were.

“I don’t know if we’d get along outside this place. Where I’m still me, with all my flaws that make me all the worse, and you’re still you, with all your imperfections that only make you better, but without this place to make us get along. I really don’t know. For once in my life, I don’t have a goal, a target, a scheme. As far as I know, you’re nobody I can use, and keeping you close to me will only tie an anchor to my legs, weigh me down. But even with all that, even if nothing I do works out and it all blows up in my face…I’d still like to find out. Find out if we would get along, if you really would treat me like your little brother even though you know what I’m really like under the smile. Find out if someone like me really can get along with someone like you.”

Nie Mingjue felt Meng Yao squeeze his hand, and wished he could respond in kind.

“So you have to wake up, da-ge. You hear me? You have to wake up.”

-

“It’s done. They’re gone. And it’s all your fault.”

He lies, Nie Mingjue told himself. He lies, he lies, he lies –

#mdzs #nie mingjue #wen ruohan #jin guangyao #meng yao #my fic #my fics #fire and light

[kayteewritessteve]

Soon Enough - 2/2

Description: It’s been a full year since Steve’s welcome ‘home’ party, and he finds himself surrounded by friends in a far too loud club. But unbeknownst to him, his teammates aren’t the only ones at the club that night, a sweet voice and friendly smile may also be there too.

Masterlist HERE. Part 1 - Be Alright HERE.

Word Count: 7,600 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bar Owner!Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Curse words. Smidgen of angst and smut, if you squint. The slight descriptions of smut are enough to make be label this 18+, though with that said, it’s only vague descriptions so don’t get your hopes up.

Requested: not requested, this is just the second half of Be Alright which is for @mysterioh ‘s 1k follower prompt challenge. This entry is sooo dang late, but the sentiments are stil there. CONGRATS ON 1K, LOVELY! You deserve the dang world, and I miss you, I hope your step back from the fandom is going well for you, and if your ever around, send me a PM, I’d looove to catch up and see how you are! Aaanywho, my prompt was: "I am desperately and completely in love with you." - St. Elmo's Fire (1985) - and it will be bolded in this story. Enjoy! ❤️

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

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He glances around the packed club, from his place tucked safely away in the VIP lounge on an open upper floor. He has a view of almost the entire lower level, minus the part directly below the VIP level. Tony was throwing yet another ‘welcome home’ party, but this time for Nat and Clint. And this time it was in fact a welcome home party, and not a welcome back to their mental state.

It’s been just over a year since that party, at the beautiful bar owners pub, and he hasn’t been back there since, he hasn’t seen her once since that night. But that’s for the best, Steve needed to find himself, to build his own life the way he wanted it to be, before he could invite another person into it. You can’t offer yourself fully to someone, if you don’t even truly know who you are. Or what you, personally, want from your life.

He wanted to be established, have his own things going on, have set and met a few of his own personal goals, and have a better knowledge of himself that one truly needed before they could offer themselves to another. Before they could share themselves with someone else.

Where he is in his life now, after a year of just being Steve Rogers—the scrappy kid from Brooklyn, who occasionally took missions when he was needed, but mainly just lived his day to day life the way he truly wanted to—was exactly where he’d always wanted to be. He didn’t think about relationships, lovers or dating. He didn’t think about finding someone, or using them to help him build this new life. He didn’t want to rely on someone else to help him get what he truly wanted from this world. He just focused on himself, on what Steven Grant Rogers truly wanted. Truly needed. And it had worked out exactly as it should.

He was finally happy, truly happy with where his life was at this moment. He had been for months now. He’d found a new apartment that was exactly what he’d always wanted, and suited his needs perfectly. It was tucked away in the middle of Brooklyn, only a few streets over from where Steve had grown up. He’d gotten rid of almost everything he’d owned before, knowing he’d need and want a full reset. A completely fresh start, and nothing that reminded him of his old life, or of his last love. So he’d set out and bought all the new furniture and decor that he’d need, slowly over time, and he’d filled the apartment with the things that Steve wanted. Stuff that made it feel like his home to him.

After a few months of that, he decided it was finally time to get the final piece to the ‘Steve Rogers new life’ puzzle, a scrappy little mutt he’d met when he was volunteering at an animal shelter in Bronx. The dog was damn near skin and bones back then, he shook like a leaf in the wind when any human even glanced his way. The guy had clearly had a rough life, he’d recently been rescued, but was not adapting well in the 5 by 8 foot cell. Steve had never related more to an animal in his entire damn life, and knew instantly he had to do something for the little guy. Save him from that fate.

He was a Bullador, as one of the other volunteers had told him that day. A mix between an American Bulldog and a Labrador, but none of that meant anything to Steve. It was the look in the dogs eyes that told him he’d be adopting that dog by the end of the week. And that had been an entirely accurate thought at the time—though he’d actually ended up adopting him by the end of that day. But that’s neither here nor there.

So after that, Steve had brought the dog home, and to say he was skittish, was an understatement. The dog would flinch anytime Steve even moved a muscle, and Steve had a lot of muscles to move. It took weeks before the dog finally settled in, and just as long to get him back up to a proper body weight.

He had started to look so much better, his coat began to shine, his eyes were full of that sparkle again, and he was slowly warming up to Steve. Little by little, every passing day. Steve knew, back then, that it would just take time, that the dog just had to settle into the new dynamic, just as Steve was trying to do with his own life. They’d do it together, he figured, as a little team and side by side.

And it had worked, because one day a few months back, Steve was lounging on the couch, watching a baseball game with a useless beer in his hand, and the dog had come up, and gave him a look. Steve had patted the couch cushion beside him in invite, like he’d done time and time before, even with knowing the dog would just huff and end up laying on the floor by the couch, he still offered every time.

And luckily he did, as that time, on that random Thursday afternoon, the dog finally took his offered spot. And not just that, he’d hesitantly curled up against Steve's side and laid his head atop his thighs. And Steve had never been happier in his damn life, he’d spent the rest of that game stroking the dogs head lightly, and refusing to get up to grab another beer. Not like they did anything for him anyways, besides give him something to sip on. And his desperate need to not ruin the small bonding moment between him and his dog, kept him glued to his seat until he finally had to get up to start making dinner.

But to Steve’s utter happiness and surprise, that wasn’t a one time thing after that day. The dog began always joining him on the couch, snuggled up against his side, and from that random Thursday on, him and Rocky—as the shelter had named him—were damn near inseparable. Occasionally things got a little dodgy when the Jerk was around, Steve would say Bucky’s name and the dog would come running. Or vice versa, he’d call the dog and Bucky would reply. Steve would just chuckle each time and have a small thought to maybe change the dog's name after all.

However, one look at Rocky, and he’d know without a shadow of a doubt that changing the dogs name now, wouldn’t work. He was a Rocky, through and through, it suited him, so Steve would resolve that he’d just have to get better at enunciating their names. Yeah, that was all that was needed. But yet, he was never able to remember to do that. So the confusion continued, and became somewhat of a joke around the tower after the first time Tony witnessed the name mixup first hand. And then it just went from there.

Steve sighs softly, as his eyes glance around the too loud and too packed club, and all he wants right now is to be at home, on his couch with Rocky snuggled up against his side. He finishes off his beer, this one not spiked with mead, and then stands up. It’s the end of the evening for Steve, he’s reached his late night club limits and now he wants nothing more than to leave. To get home to the quiet and relaxing calm of his place, and hang with his best bud, Rocky.

He makes his way around the private VIP space, saying his goodbyes to his friends, and after a little whining from a few, and the obligatory digs at him being an ‘old man’, he heads down the stairs and onto the main level of the club. He makes his way through the mass of moving bodies, and just as he is about to reach the stairs that will lead him out of the club and up to street level, his eyes catch on a familiar figure and he halts his movements entirely.

It can’t be, he thinks. As he shifts slightly to get a better look at the woman in the corner, by the bar. And once he successfully has, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that it is her. The beautiful bar owner.

Before he can stop himself, again, his legs are once more taking him towards her at the bar. Except this time she isn’t behind it making the drinks, but instead she is standing on this side of the counter, nursing one of her own. And he only figured that because she isn’t actively drinking it at the moment, she is leaned up on the edge of the bar, her finger aimlessly circling the rim as her eyes watch the action. She looks deep in thought, and he hesitates, wondering if he should even approach her or not.

But his legs don’t stop fully, they won’t stop, they keep their course on a direct path to her. And as he nears, he realizes her long legs are on full display. He’d always seen her in jeans and a t-shirt, looking effortlessly beautiful and relaxed. But this is the first time he’s actually seen her in full form, seen your lovely legs exposed and on display, instead of hidden behind fabric and a bar. And he honestly can’t drag his eyes away from them, at least not at first, not until they slowly slide up upon realizing her legs would only be on full display right now because she is wearing a dress or a skirt or something—the details don’t really matter.

Or at least they didn’t until his eyes finally land on the article in question. A dress. And a fucking outstanding one at that. His breath hitches as his eyes rove over her smaller form, hugged perfectly in the tight fitting material. He knows he’s being a creep, but with the way that dress shows off every lovely bump and dip that makes up her, he can’t bring himself to really care about ogling.

He finally reaches the bar, and with a small deep breath in he tears his eyes away from her, and instead focuses on the male bartender as he leans against the bar directly beside her. But not close enough to actually touch her. The music isn’t as loud in this corner of the club, so he knows he won’t need to yell for her to hear him, and he thanks her choice in leaning spot for that small feat.

“You alright there?” He asks, no better words entering his mind, so he just goes with the first ones he’d thought to speak.

In his peripherals he sees her tense up then shift away slightly, most likely to tell the intrusive guy that just inserted himself into her space, to find someone else to bug. At least that was the vibes he was getting off her, but then a soft giggle meets his ears and he glances down at her. Instantly seeing that cheeky look he’d forgotten he liked so much, was back in full force.

And yes, he’d forgotten so many things about her, he realizes as his eyes take in her face for the first time in a year. Yes, he’s thought about her in passing a couple times over that time apart, but it was never more than a fleeting thought. A quick wonder as to how she was doing, how her pub was doing, but nothing more. Steve needed to focus on himself the entire last year, and not be distracted by thoughts of beautiful women, and happily ever afters.

As selfish as that may sound, that’s the way it had to be. Steve had to focus on only himself, and then only on himself and Rocky. No one else.

But now that he feels he’s finally found his own happiness, maybe he can explore the option of having someone else enter his fully built and well adjusted life. Have someone else join it, and help him to perfect it just that little bit more.

“I’ll be alright,” she replies, an adorable and sassy twinkle in her eye. “Soon enough.”

And he can’t help it, he laughs low and deep at the words. The chuckle earns him one of her brilliant smiles, and that little voice that’s always commented on her smile, in the back of his mind, is back once again. Informing him once more just how breathtaking she truly is when she smiles like that.

“I see you’ve found your way,” she comments softly, her words sounding so happy for him. For the fact he finally found the life, or at least the happiness, he always wanted, and was desperately searching for a year ago. And yeah, he might have found the first part of it, but not the second part; the next phase in the life he’d always dreamed of.

“For the most part,” he nods, “still a few more things I need to work on, but those take a little more time, and a lot more effort. I’ll get there one day though.”

“Well, I’m really happy to hear that, big guy,” she hums, her eyes going back to watch her finger aimlessly circle the rim of her glass once more. A pensive look on her face now, and he desperately wants to know why.

“Not a big drinker?”

“No, not really,” she laughs, the sound a little self-deprecating, “I know, shocker right? Girl owns a bar but doesn’t even drink. What are the odds.”

“I’m not the Captain anymore, but I still go on missions,” Steve shrugs. “Just because it’s your livelihood, doesn’t mean it has to be your life.”

She glances up at him, a little indignantly if he’s honest, but he doesn’t take offence. “Yeah, but that’s a little different though. You save the world, I just make drinks.”

“And I’m sure to some of your patrons, just making them a drink is saving their world.” He shifts a little, leaning his side on the bar to fully face her now. Taking the deeper place their conversation has drifted to a little more seriously now. “And I actually know that for a fact. That first night in your pub, I was so lost. I felt like my world was crumbling around me and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. Some superhero I am, huh?” He shakes his head, “can help save the world time and time again, but can’t even save my own damn self when I needed it the most.”

He locks eyes with her as he continues on, “and then you, you came out of nowhere and you asked me a question so simple, yet it was exactly what I needed. It’s as if you knew I needed someone to see me, really see me. And to just make sure I was alright.”

Keeping his eyes connected with hers so she will see the honesty within them, he shrugs again, “so yeah, maybe you do just make drinks. But you also offer a comfort to your patrons, you also notice them, and interact with them, and you care. You built an entire little world in that pub, that is so damn inviting and friendly, that it puts anyone who enters it, at ease, even if just for a moment or two. And that, that alone, can save someone's world. Someone who may truly need it, but just doesn’t know how to do it on their own.”

She holds his stare for a silent moment, before a soft smile takes over her lips and she drops her eyes back down to her drink. And even in the low light, Steve couldn’t miss the light dusting of pink filling her cheeks. He likes having that effect on her, he thinks, likes it a lot, actually.

“Thank you, Steve. I really needed to hear that today.” She glances around the bar for a few seconds before her eyes stay locked on something behind him for just a few more seconds, then she meets his eye. “Do you need to stick around? Would you maybe wanna get out of here, and go grab that coffee now?”

He nods, a small smile on the corners of his lips, “I’d like that.” He is just about to push off the bar top, when a thought enters his mind and he pauses, “your friends won’t mind if you leave?”

She pushes her drink away and stands up to face him now, softly shaking her head, “no, they know I’m not huge into clubbing. And probably think I already left.” She glances around the club once again before her eyes land on something and Steve turns to follow her line of sight, seeing a small group of women dancing together, surrounded by guys. They must be her friends, he thinks. “I was actually about to leave, right before you joined me.”

He turns back to her, and sees she is already looking at him now. “Well, then I’m glad I found you when I did,” he smiles and offers her his arm.

She takes it and he goes to lead her to the exit, but she diverts them to a desk sort of thing off to the side, noting that she needs to grab her coat. Once they have it, he leads her up the stairs and out onto the street, his head much happier without the constant buzz and boom of the club's music and patrons.

And just as they reach the sidewalk, she pulls him gently to the left, leading him just as she had in the club. “There is a 24 hour diner 2 blocks down,” she supplies as she glances up at him, “not the prettiest looking place, but they make a mean coffee.”

“Those are the best places,” he hums in approval and lets her lead them down the street by his arm, clutched lightly by her own.

They passed groups of friends laughing and singing, people standing on the curbs trying to flag down cabs, the odd person walking alone with headphones in, ignoring the world around them. And all while her arm is still tucked securely around his, and it feels right, as cliché as that sounds in Steve’s head. It feels like they’ve done this many times before and the ease at which they’ve settled into each other is foreign to Steve. With his ex, things always felt a little forced, a little awkward, and he thought that was just how dating in this day and age was. But he is quickly realizing that’s not the case. That things could be so, so much easier and flow so much more smoothly.

He glances down at her, on his left so he is closer to the street and cars, and sees her staring into the shop windows as they walk by. Looking at the clothes, the electronics and the displays as they slowly move passed. She looks so at ease, so relaxed and comfortable, and it hits him that she is finding this just as simple as he is. She has settled into their close proximity and connection the same as he has. And he can’t help it, he smiles at that thought.

“How’s the pub?” He abruptly asks a little too loudly, as the thought enters his mind, and he almost chuckles at himself. The night may be going well, progressing smoothly and all, but Steve very much is still not that smooth for the most part. But that’s less to do with their connection and more to do with just the newness of the whole situation. Though, if he really thinks about it, he assumes he’ll always have those small awkward Steve moments, no matter how close they may one day become. This is him we’re talking about, after all.

“It’s good, same as always.” She glances up at him, a cheeky smile tugging up her lips just a little, as if she can hear his thoughts and is wholeheartedly agreeing with them. “We actually had a small bachelor party there last week, that was a rather funny night.” She laughs, shaking her head fondly, most likely at the memory of that night. “I never realized just how hilarious and rambunctious, yet destructive, a small group of college best friends could truly be. Now I know.” She laughs once more and he barely notices that he’s involuntarily smiling down at her again. This seems to be a regular reaction that she invokes from him, and he’s honestly not about to complain about that.

“Yeah?” He asks through a small chuckle, “hopefully they didn’t damage too much?”

“No, just a few glasses by mistake.” She snorts trying to suppress a laugh, “and my head bartenders eardrums, or so he claimed, but that’s about it.”

Steve raises an eyebrow in question, “His eardrums?”

She clearly can’t hold it in anymore as she burst out laughing, “yeah, they insisted on providing the musical entertainment for everyone else in the bar that night. Though, they just couldn’t seem to get the keys quite right.”

Steve laughs with her, he just can’t help it, “Screeching cats?”

“More like nails on a chalkboard,” she playfully cringes as she laughs some more, “but they really gave it their all and had a blast doing it, so I guess that’s what truly matters.” She pulls him to a stop and he glances up, seeing Donna’s Place in cursive on the glass door they are now in front of, “here we are.”

Steve moves fast, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open for her, receiving another beautiful smile and a soft ‘thanks’ as she enters the establishment before him. An older woman behind the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, glances up at them and offers a polite smile, “take a seat wherever you’d like.”

They nod, and move to a corner table right in front of the windows, Steve helps her from her jacket before removing his own and hanging them on the hooks at the end of the booth seats.

And once he is seated across from her, he can't stop himself from wanting to know everything about this beautiful creature. Her hopes, her dreams, her ambitions. He wants to know about her childhood, her hobbies, the things that make up who she is. How she acquired her pub, what her family is like, what her favourite food, colour and movies are.

He wants to know it all, he needs to know every part of her. And as the night goes on, he learns the answers to a few of his questions, but it’s not enough. He wants all of her. Every last part.

They eat their meals between their lively conversation, and then he walks her home, where they exchange numbers and agree upon the day for their forst actual date, before she leans up on her toes and kisses his cheek. And Steve melts right then and there, and he stays melted the whole way home. Even as he settles into his bed that night, Rocky curled up beside him, he’s still melted. And he lnows right then that he’ll definitely be alright, soon enough. At least so long as he has any say in it, and so long as she is in his life.

He slowly trudges his way up the stairs to the two bedroom apartment that he now shares with Y/N. They’d dated for 6 months before deciding to move in together, choosing to find a new place all together, one they could both share, and that was also a little closer to her pub. A lot of people questioned Steve about why they had decided to move in together so fast, why they weren’t waiting to get to know each other a little better first, and honestly, the only answer he could give them was ‘when you know, you just know.’ And he’d realized pretty early on that she was the one, the exact person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So, why wait? Why prolong the inevitable?

Plus, things moved rather quickly back in his day, you met a gal and then a few months later, you were married. So this didn’t seem too fast for Steve at all, it honestly felt like they were taking too long, in his mind. If relationship standards weren’t so different now, he’d probably have already asked her to marry him, cause again, why wait? But he held off for a while, as they’d now been living together for 9 months, and there was also just one major thing holding him back.

How would she handle him being away for long missions?

That was the golden question. His ex hadn’t been a fan of him going away for work in any capacity, but especially when he’d be gone for weeks on end with no outside communication available. They’d fought so often over that exact topic, almost every time he told her of an upcoming mission, and then again once he’d return. He hadn’t noticed till they’d broken up that they really did fight more than they didn’t, and he can’t understand why he didn’t notice that at the time. He’d clearly been living in rose coloured goggles, and if he’s honest, he hadn’t even realized this when they’d broken up. It actually didn’t become truly apparent to him until his relationship with Y/N, until he was with someone who didn’t guilt him over his job. Who didn’t get mad about him taking missions. Who didn’t pout, or stomp, or complain about him having a rather intense job. Someone who was actually excited for his returns, someone who actually jumped for joy when he’d walk through the front door after being gone for a week or so.

But even with that said, he still had his reservations about this all. It had become second nature to fear longer missions, and the homecoming reception that would follow them. Nat had called his ex’s behaviour toxic and selfish on more than one occasion—she’d also used a few other choice words that he didn’t feel like repeating—be it during their many heart to hearts while away, or their random deep conversations while home. Usually whenever Steve would confide in her about his troubles and issues in life and love. But at the time, he was too stubborn to listen, or maybe just too afraid of what those words truly meant, of the ramifications of letting those damning thoughts worm into his head and fester there.

He knew Y/N was different, truly he did, but when you live one reality for so long, when you allow yourself to be pushed into this emotional mold and forced to believe that is just the norm, pulling yourself out of that mold is harder than one may think. They’ve been together for over a year now, and he’d yet to go away for longer than two weeks, and even missions that long were few and far between. He found himself declining all the longer missions, just due to his irrational fear. Just due to not wanting to burst the happy little bubble he’d found himself in recently.

It was foolish, he knows, but yet, here he is walking up these stairs at the slowest pace he can possibly go. He has a random thought that this pace has to be some sort of world record. Slowest ascent of an apartment staircase in history. It’s not that he didn’t miss her—God, did he miss her—it’s more that he is nervous. His mind is telling him to prepare for the incoming fury. For the fight that it thinks is going to greet him the moment he steps through their door. Even if he knows she’s different, even if he tells himself she isn’t his ex, something in him is still stalling. Still urging and forcing him to drag his feet, he can’t explain it, it’s almost compulsory, maybe even some weird version of auto pilot. He can’t really be sure. But what he does know is, he’s so fucking nervous.

He finally reaches their floor and one glance down the hall shows their door on the left. He makes his way towards it, and once he reaches it, his hand hovers over the doorknob for a moment. Allowing him a second to clench his eyes shut and take a deep stablizing breath in, before he opens the door and steps inside. His ears are instantly met with soft music playing from the living room sound system, and the dim atmosphere that comes with only having a couple lights on in the winter evenings.

He gently puts his shield down by the door and removes his shoes, trying for the life of him to not make a single sound. Still trying to prolong the inevitable, it would seem. But just as he gets his shoes off, he hears a soft humming that matches the music get a little louder, and he glances up to see her, in all her lovely glory as she walks out of their laundry room with a laundry basket propped securely on her hip.

And he is struck for the millionth time with just how damn breathtaking she truly is, even in her too big sweats and one of his old t-shirts. Her hair is up in a messy bun and there isn’t a drop of makeup anywhere on her skin. It’s just her, entirely her, and his heart skips a beat at that simple fact alone. A hesitant smile pulls up the corners of his mouth—God, he really did miss her. But damn, if he isn’t nervous for how she’ll react to his surprise early return. He wasn’t due home for another week, and it was a no outside communications mission, so he had no way to give her a heads up of his impending arrival.

Okay, that’s a lie, he could have called her once he boarded the Quinjet. He could have texted her at any point during the 7 hour flight home. But he just hadn’t. Partially due to wanting to surprise her, and partially due to everything he was thinking on his way up the stairs.

Ugh, his mind is a mess, a tug-o-war between yearning to see her and hold her in his arms again, and fearing her reaction to him walking through the door after 6 long weeks away.

But before he can give this all another second of thought, Rocky comes strolling out of the laundry room hot on her heels, and the second the dog is fully out, he glances up and notices Steve. Then he barks incessantly as he bounds over towards the—now even more—frozen super soldier, tail wagging and tongue lolling out to the side.

Steve didn’t even have a chance to utter a damn word, nor prepare himself at all, before the 80 pound mutt lunged at him. The dog's vocal reaction to the large mans return clearly caught Y/N off guard, as she damn near chucked the laundry basket across the hall, clothes flying everywhere as she whips around to see why the dog was freaking out all of a sudden. Her eyes land on Steve, holding the front paws of their dog as he bounces on his hind legs in any attempt to drench Steve’s face with his kisses.

It would probably have been a hilarious scene if anyone else were to witness it, he thinks just before his eyes lock with her now comically widened ones.

“Big guy?” She mutters breathlessly, before the switch flips and she is now the one bounding directly at him. He barely has a chance to release Rocky’s paws before she is lunging onto him next, and the sudden impact nearly knocks the wind out of Steve’s lungs, but he manages to catch her just in time. Her legs wrap around his waist and her hands cup both his cheeks as she begins to assault his entire face with kisses.

He is again rendered frozen but now also speechless at this quick attack, he doesn’t know what he was expecting, or maybe he does, but this wasn’t it.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” she repeats softly, over and over again between her never-ending smooches, and finally his mind catches up, and his arms tighten just a little more around her as he walks into the kitchen, on the left of them, and gently places her on the counter top. Rocky trailing at his heels, still trying to figure out the best way to join in on the excited homecoming action.

Steve sighs contentedly, releasing all his earlier tension and nerves, as her assault finally begins to slow down. And once it does, she pulls back, still holding his face between her hands and just stares at him. A silent moment passes as she takes in his faces every feature and detail, then she locks eyes with him and that glorious smile takes over her entire face. Yanna, the one that the little voice always told him was just so damn beautiful. Yeah, that smile, and yes, that little voice is back once again.

“Hi,” she finally whispers.

He smiles at that, “Hi.”

“I missed you,” she adds quickly, as if that wasn’t already abundantly apparent from the last couple minutes of her loving assault.

“I see this,” and he can’t help it, he chuckles as his hand rises up to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers. “But I missed you too.”

Her eyes drop down, inspecting his whole form now, as if to ensure he is truly okay, that he isn’t harmed or hurt, that he’s really here and in the flesh. And Steve just lets her have her moment. He stands there and let’s her inspect him from head to toe, if only to put her mind at ease that he is in fact okay, that he’s safe, he’s home.

Home. A four letter word that never meant so much to Steve before. This is home. She is home.

And instantly he wants to punch himself in the damn face. How could he doubt her? How could he fear his homecoming with her, she isn’t like his ex. She isn’t like anyone else. She is just so perfectly her, and she would never be mad at him for working, for going out there and protecting the weaker ones. For going out there and making sure the world gets to live in peace, or at least as much as it’s capable of having.

She truly is the one, and he’s an idiot for ever fearing otherwise. For even thinking for a moment that she may not be. And with that last thought, he knows exactly what needs to happen next. He knows exactly what he has to do now, he has to make her his, for life.

He steps away from between her legs, and she playfully pouts at the distance he’s now putting between them.

“Hey,” her lip juts out just a little more, muffling the word a bit, and it makes Steve chuckle. And that reaction from him causes her to cross her arms over her chest, “Where do you think you’re going? You just got home, mister, get back here and let me love you!”

He grins at her, and he knows it’s cheeky as hell, “hold on, I just gotta grab something real quick.”

Her brows furrow, pout still very much in place and arms still crossed, she stares at him for a few seconds before her arms relax and fall at her side, then she nods, “okay, but be quick, I’m not done with you yet.”

He nods then quickly makes his way to their second bedroom that is actually his office. He makes fast work of getting over to his desk, using a key he unlocks the top drawer and grabs the item he needs so he can head right back to the kitchen. Not wanting to be away from her for a moment longer, but the second he has it in his hands, he fucking panics.

He starts to freak the hell out again, weeks he’s had this thing. Weeks he’s taken it out, and held it in his hands. Weeks he’s hummed over when would be the right time to use it. To give it to her. He’d wanted it to be perfect, to be the exact right moment. This was not how he’d planned it, nor how he’d envisioned it going down. But like he always said, when you know, you just know.

With that he takes a deep breath, tucks it into his pocket and then heads back out to the kitchen, finding her exactly where he’d left her. Rocky standing by her dangling legs as she pet the spot between his ears. Steve halted at the entrance of the kitchen, just wanting to commit this moment to memory so he could keep it forever.

Rocky and her were his life now, and when he’d first introduced them, many many months ago, he was worried how Rocky would take to her. He was nervous that Rocky wouldn’t like her at first or would take forever to warm up to her too. But his fears were for nothing. No, they hadn’t been instant best friends, Rocky had taken a couple weeks to get used to her being around. He’d been timid and shy in the beginning, refusing to get more than 5 feet from her.

But after those first few weeks, Steve had to go away for a mission and instead of setting Rocky up with one of his teammates while he was gone, Y/N offered to dog sit for him. And when Steve got home a week and a half later, Y/N and Rocky were the best of friends. He was even under the impression Rocky liked Y/N more than him after that day. But he can’t really judge the dog for that mindset, Steve likes Y/N just as much. She is his favourite human now too. So he gets it, God, does he get it.

He steps into the kitchen, and she glances over at him while still petting Rocky, but then the furrow of her brows is back as she notices his empty hands.

“I thought you said,” she starts to softly say, but Steve had moved quickly, back to in between her thighs. And his large hands have landed on the tops of them, just below her hips and the firm squeeze he gave them had stopped her words in their tracks.

“I did,” he answers quietly as he gives her a chaste kiss, both because he needed one to calm his racing heart, and because he just wanted one so damn bad. His hands drag up to her waist, relishing the feel of her beneath his palms—though he’d like it more if there were no clothes in the way at all, but he’ll take what he can get right now. It’s been 6 long weeks, the guy is dying to show her just how much he missed her. Show all of her, just how much he did.

But he has something to do first. Something very, very important and that’s been a long time coming.

He lifts her gently off the counter and places her on her feet in front of him, not moving back a single step though. Yes, he may be crowding her, but from the twinkle in her eyes now, she doesn’t mind one damn bit.

He has no big speech planned, no sweet words or affirmations to voice. No lovely memories to bring up and relive. He has no dinner planned, and no gift to go along with this, be it flowers, chocolates, or a card. He has nothing but himself, his heart, and his soul to give her in this moment.

He looks deep into her eyes, and then the words just sorta spill out, in a classic awkward Steve fashion, all mumbled and quiet.

“Marry me?”

Her eyes widen again, as she just stares up at him for a moment and he realizes he forgot the best part. He fumbles around till he pulls the little black, velvet box from his picket and now he does take a step back. Opening it to show her the modest ring he’d picked out, could he have afforded a huge ring with lots of bling, as Sam calls it? Yes, yes he could have. But then had he see this ring and instantly thought of her? Yes, yes he had. He knew it would be perfect for her, it would suit her better than any of the other hundreds he’d looked at over the 3 weeks he’d searched for the perfect one.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. I want to call you my wife till the day I die.”

And that does it, that knocks her back to earth and instantly tears well up in her eyes as she once again lunges at him and wraps her arms and legs around him. “I want that too,” she quickly affirms.

“You want to call me your wife till the day you die too?” He asks, like the cheeky bugger he is.

And she abruptly laughs at that, the sound watery and lumpy due to her emotions and tears, “yes, exactly that!”

Then the kiss attack is back in full force, and Steve can’t help the deep chuckle that vibrates out of him. “So I take it that’s a yes, then?”

“Mhmm,” she hums happily, still assaulting his face with her love. “Of course it’s a yes,” she pulls back and lightly pinches his cheek as she talks in that silly baby voice that she always uses with Rocky, “like anyone could turn down this handsome face.”

He glances down at Rocky, still sitting beside them and sees the dog looking up at her, head tilted to the side as if he doesn’t quite understand why she is using that voice on Steve either. That makes him snort and shake his head before his eyes meet hers once again and he raises a brow at her playful tone with him.

She laughs, kissing him once more while mumbling, “sorry, I get a little weird when i’m this excited. My filter sorta goes out the window.”

He laughs with her, then the kiss takes a deeper turn and Steve has no complaints about that. Not a single one.

With her still wrapped around him, he places her, and the ring, on the counter before he reluctantly pulls away. He mumbles a, “one second,” before he goes to put Rocky in their room, where the dog's giant bed is.

Once the dog is in bed and laying down, Steve promises to be right back to snuggle him before he shuts the door then quickly makes his way back to her, finding his rightful spot between her thighs and instantly seeing that she’s put the ring on now. And that sight alone, his ring on her finger, causes something to snap in Steve and before he can blink, he’s dived right back in.

“I love you so damn much,” she mumbles softly between heated kisses and scorching touches.

“And I am desperately and completely in love with you,” he mumbles back before all speech ceases, minus their soft moans and deep groans.

Clothes are lost in haste, yanked from their bodies and thrown quickly but thoughtlessly around the room. Hands grab, pull and smooth over supple, heated skin, as lips claim and mark any place they can find, any spot they can reach.

God, he missed her. Her and this, the connection they’ve always shared, the one they’ve nurtured and grown together. This isn’t the homecoming he imagined, but damn if the thought of volunteering first for the next long mission doesn’t pop into his head in this moment. Because if this is the exact reunion he gets every time, after being away for a while, the time apart would be entirely worth it.

But all his thoughts cease once he slides home, once he is fully settled inside her, deep and imposing, a perfect fit. The soft sighs and whimpers coming from her are like a drug to him, the feeling of her tightening around him, of her walls quivering from time to time is intoxicating to him.

As he begins to move, starts to climb, all he can do is stare at her, at the beautiful woman before him. His hands push her loose hair out of her face, so he can see her better, and then they just stare and climb together.

When she reaches her first peak and abruptly falls over it, the glorious sensation of her inner walls milking him nearly drags him over with her. But he clenches his teeth and fights through it, not ready for this to be over just yet. He wants more, he needs more.

He watches as her eyes snap shut, he sees as her lips part and a delicious moan of his name falls from them. He watches it all unfold before him, this beautiful creature he gets to call his own. This lovely person who showed Steve what real love is, what a solid and stable relationship entailed.

She’s helped him more than she will ever know, even long before they ever dated, moved in together or, now, got engaged. Long before he even knew her name, she’d helped show him the way, she was the light in his dark time. The sweet voice and friendly smile that helped him realize he could begin again, and that he definitely should. She helped him realize that he’d be alright, soon enough, he all he needed was a little patience, elbow grease, and time.

And just like that, it hits him, he’s finally reached his Soon Enough.

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yesss the letter format 💝💓💘💖💞💕💖💞💓 (lovely anon)

my dearest aria (a hamilton reference lmao),

i’m home alone (bc i wanted the house alone to get my head together after my brothers were mean to me 🙃) and i’m so hype LMAO but i’m watching chloe x halle’s tiny desk concert and honestly just vibing. (this is so random) besides zendaya like they are my badass black women role models. my one accomplishment would be to learn to body roll like them LMAO

oh nevermind i can’t have anything nice, my dad just came home 🙃 WHAT A WAY TO START OFF THIS ASK WTFFF

i’m liking tfatws, the second episode was veryyy intense imo but WANDAVISION IS SO GOOD😭 i knew it was going to be my favorite from the really old trailer but it’s really good and i promise it’s not just sitcoms, girl especially cuz you’ll have all the episodes already out- we were having to wait every week😭 BUT ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE HDJSHDJSH lmao reading this i was like “i- the episodes aren’t an hour long” but i feel that, it’s hard for me to watch tfatws bc they are an hour long and i’m like 😐 but wandavision episodes are less than 30mins bc I KID YOU NOT they have the damn 10 MINUTE CREDITS DHDJSJ no i don’t think we’ve talked about this b4 lol but it all depends on the series for me. i binged love island uk in less than a week bc i was so invested and LITERALLY LOVE IT but uh those episodes are like an hour and a half, but say i was binging tfatws (it’s so hard to type that ohmigosh) i honestly would not be able to do it bc of the intensity (you may be like what intensity but if you’ve seen episode 2 by the time you’re reading this.......... isaiah and the scene afterwards is all i have to say, esp me being black it was so tough :/)

girl you’re fine, as long as you’ve experienced it once hahaha i think the reason why it’s so important to my family (this letter feels so personal and extreme HSJSJA IM SORRY) is bc my grandmother loved it and in my family i guess it’s just important to us lol like my mom and dad love it too and we have the literal VHS tapes LMAO, but it only came up recently cuz my youngest brother was watching lion guard HAHA and he wanted to see the originals :) and fun fact (unless you already know) but there’s a lion king part 2 and 1 1/2 and i have all three ON VHS HAHAHA but i love lion king 1 duh (the og) but part two’s music and love story..... is so good. anyway. 🦁

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING DURING THE WHOLE MOVIE THEATER ENCOUNTER THING HAHAHA AND WHEN SHE WAS SAYING AWKWARD I WAS LIKE WTF THE NOISE LMAOOOO i don’t think there’s a better way to describe that whole situation than ZKDHDJSHAJAJSHDJSNAHA. yeah. yeaaaa at the cinemas (i like the word cinema more than movies 🥰) here they have chips (fries), some have ice cream, nachos, drinks, hot dogs, the cinema we were at had pretzels and like BURGERS I WAS LIKE HUH OKAY and ya know obviously popcorn but i don’t know why the theaters (or cinemas) here do that, it started a long time ago though like yearsssss

PLEASE i have the longest movie watchlist and uhh haven’t seen any of them JDJSKA (istg i use HSJSSKSH as a period - like . ) i’m still hype for cherry but very hesitant (idk if i can handle it) but i’m thinking about watching it in the next couple of weeks? i know it’ll take me forever bc i’m gonna have to keep pausing and shit but idk. i’ve asked around for very specific trigger warnings and time stamps so i REALLY know what’s coming (even if it spoiled the film a bit for me) but i do really wanna see it (i think? writing this now i’m not so sure lol) so whooooooo really knows lol, but chaos walking YES i was really excited about it :))) and about my friend uhh dude you don’t sound mean at all i was literally thinking the same thing but worse HAAKL idk what she was there for???? she bought my ticket tho so 💁🏾‍♀️ whatever

“SIMS ahh, BUNK BEDS ahh” had me cracking up lmao and you know my sims status JAJAHHAJ but i’m gonna become like you, saving every 5 minutes 😭 but that’s exactly what happened to me, i really didn’t know whether to shut it off or not but after 2 hours i was heartbroken lol i’m literally making a list of things i need to redo that wasn’t saved lmao

CAN I JUST SAY UR A MASTERMIND THOUGH??? UR SIMS GAME SOUNDS SO *chefs kiss* IM CRINE university is PAINFULLY long and LITERALLY I FEEEL THAT like you can’t do anything else without failing, i had my sim go to a party once for like a few hours and i felt so dumb afterwards like urgh he should’ve been studying LMAOO just cracking down on work honestly. UR NEIGHBOR!AU IN THE SIMS PLEASEEE i am very much in love with it, yes. (pouring rain has just suddenly begun where i am rn wow ok) i love that you put them on the same lot, that was really really smart and i love that ur living out your sexuality in the sims😭 i was abt to say “now you can say you’ve got experience bc of the sims” but ANYWAY IGNORE ME fhdhs THE ALIEN BABY DHSJSK i hope it’s not a dealbreaker for enisa. that’d be tragic. IM BACK IN UPPERCASE THO BC YES MAKING OUT IN THE SIMS IS SO HOT TO ME??? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE STFU OH MY GOSH- all the stuff, whispering sweet nothings, and the making out, and JUST ALL OF IT!!! AM I TOUCH STARVED????? there was this time i made my sim just continue to woohoo bc it was turning me on big time. ANYWAY

half way through that i had to go to my grandmothers house (not the one that likes lion king, but uh hmm idk if you remember but i was talking abt my shit family so yeah that grandmother lol) so now i’m finishing this 🥴 and instead of chloe x halle i’m watching a tom interview lmao & if this takes me longer than 30 minutes.... imma cry

I REALLY WANNA ASK- IS IT BC UR GERMAN LIKE YOU CAN JUST WRITE OUT THAT LONG ASS WORD???? i mean i can’t write out supercalafrag- anyway, but that word is a bit nonsense, UR WORD IS A REAL WORD DUDE HDJSHS i love how ur like “maybe i mixed up these words” YEA OK.

lol i had to google what are waveformers lol (lol makes a comeback) and they look like curlers that you would sleep in (here we would call them curlers or uhm i forgot uhhhhhhh rollers i think) but ur fine when am i ever making sense?? i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌

H20 H20 H20 OH MY GOODNESS SHE BROUGHT UP H20 OK MY LIFE WAS H20🥲 I HAVE THEIR LOCKET NECKLACE AND (short storytime) when i was younger i thought they were american despite their accents (idk i was dumb) but then i figured they weren’t when lewis went to go study in america HAHAH ALSO FAVORITE COUPLE CLEO AND LEWIS UGH WATCH ME REWATCH THE SHOW NOW THANKS (also i hated elizabeth so much) but anyway back on topic, when lewis went to go study in the US i looked up where the show took place and all that good stuff and i found out they were australian HAHAH and that started my obsession with accents LMAO the uk :’)) (i’m proofreading AND AUSTRALIA IS NOT A PART OF THE UK LMAOO IM SOO DHSJSSHS) also it is now one of my many goals (besides the body roll HAHAH) to go to mako island (that’s what it’s called right??)

about music, i googled stormzy and i might listen to a song of his.. LOL I WANNA GIVE IT A TRY IMMA DO IT FOR YOU NFDVSFSG lmaoo the german rapper had me cackling (autocorrect once again being helpful and said raper and i’m like nOO) i mean we all have that one person. can’t lie, won’t lie. my one (IM SORRY BUT AUTOCORRECT HAD “MY ONE TRUE ACCOMPLISHMENT” SITTING AND READY HDJSJA I DONT EVEN TYPE THAT wHAT) person out of my white soft boy with brown hair and brown eyes type would beeeee pete davidson. love me some petey. i was gonna say rex orange county as well lmao but i don’t really loveeee him i’m just in love with his music... and wanna be friends with him..... so 👉🏾👈🏾 (i never do that fdshsh)

oh my goodness, i love tattoos too- GASP what are you thinking of getting 🥺 i want tattoos too but i’m too indecisive to figure out what to have & where. especially in my family... idk they aren’t frowned upon but my mom’s not applauding the thought lol, if i got one it would have to be meaningful but i am absolutely in love with (for example) ariana grande’s finger tattoos !! they’re so cute and simple :’) i don’t even know if i can get tattoos? my skin is... interesting. not in a bad way!! just like.... idk how to explain it??? keyloids run in the family & i got a piercing once and it got infected soo :/ the doctor also confirmed that if i wanted tattoos they couldn’t be in color so LMAO

ONCE AGAIN THIS WHOLE THING FEELS SO TMI DHSHSSJ IM LIKE OHMIGOSH SHUT UP SHE DOESNT CARE JESJSKS

in regards to you not sleeping, i wanted to mention that dumb bird, what was the reason it was up so early aT 4AM???? SIR WHO YOU CALLING TO??? also it’s 11:30pm and idk why i’m tired???

yeah i was never SUPER into justin so i don’t know exactly what albums you’re talking about lol, i do know yummy though.. but everyone did hahaha also i listen to so much pop 🙈 i mean maybe... idk what would count as pop and what wouldn’t. that new person feeling though.. i get that. it’s like who is this new person..? i kinda feel like that with taylor swift (i was never THAT into her either though so it’s like oh wait i didn’t know you from the beginning instead of hello old friend but you’re different lol)

about the concerts, thanks 🥰🥰 that’s so sweet what you did for your mom too, it’s nice seeing them so happy like 🥲 awh AND GLEE IS AND WAS MY LIFE FOR A V V LONG TIME, i’ve been meaning to rewatch it for the longest time lmaooo but i’m just so lazy and it’s such a commitment... i’ll have to get emotionally involved again and idk if i want that rn. but i have a friend on instagram and she runs a glee fan account and it’s such a big part of her life i really don’t think i could ever be THAT obsessed with something. like another one of my friends loves tom holland so much that she changed her mom’s name in her phone to what tom’s mom’s name is in his phone (that was confusing lol) and obviously i’m not judging them AT ALL, it just couldn’t be me lol

CONCERTS LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN 😩😩 LIKE THE EXPERIENCE AND THE FEELINGGG URGHSJS i wanna see a few people live like ari and chloe x halle and- hmm.... idk who else FJDSJ rex orange county i guess huh anyway, the experience just sounds so amazing and the atmosphere is just ✨✨✨ yeah

aria do it do it do it do it do it- watch hamilton!! but with subtitles bc you won’t catch half of the things they’re saying without them LMAO (me and my family watched it and they all didn’t like it bc they didn’t know what was happening lol) BUT DONT WATCH IT AT 4AM LMAO ITS LITERALLY 3 HOURS LONG

yes!! superior peter fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and it just shows how much of an incredible writer AND PERSON you are through your fics that you can turn a blurb into 2k....... like what.

LMAO the annoying thing, sometimes i feel like i’m bothering people (like right now HAHAH) but i think it’s my antisocial side being like yeaa no one wants to talk to you like you wanna talk to them :’) idk it’s strange!! sometimes i get really ✨insecure✨ and overthink everything LOL like is this too long, im talking too much, i’m swearing too much, oh lord i’m a pain, all that good shit lmao so that’s fun:))

ALSO YOUR BLOG IS SO FUN TO ME HAHAK LIKE ITS JUST YOUR OWN AND I LOVE THAT!!! like you talk about everything and anything on here lol,, and i say that bc what you said lmao how if i was someone else i would want to fuck me so bad😭 i honestly don’t understand how i don’t have people lining up though..... but if no one’s gonna tell you... then you tell yourself, period (and sometimes telling yourself is fucking yourself HSHAJKS OK NEXT)

ohmigosh the realization you had that you graduated last year and are going to uni this year🤧 but the fact that you had a teacher who LEFT THE GROUP CHAT bc she was mad at y’all i- 😭 but yeah about your maths (i always wondered why you guys call it maths and the US calls it math. like i know so many people out of the states, not just in the uk that say maths) teacher- i saw this post that said online school is looking a lot like dora the explorer😭😭 “you have any questions?” 🦗 “okay bye then” lmao and please i love when tests have nothing to do with what you studied like ??? thanks? sometimes i get scared that my teacher will somehow find out that i googled everything? or like my answer is too close to the answer sheet or something. i get sooo nervous lol but i’m already past that point of not being able to do anything myself DHJS i mean i’m still learning like i said!! read the question, read the answer. boom. now i know the answer to the question and i learned!

THANKS 🙈🥰🤧 idk how else to explain my feelings LMAO i feel it’s cool that you find my dance lessons and voice lessons cool so thanks :’)

oh god not headache season 😭😭 allergies are the worst like it’s not even funny. is headache season just when the seasons are changing or is it like... all throughout the summer? cuz i love the summer lmaoo i love the winter too but i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO

GIRL IF THAT BIRD DONT STOP CHIRPING- i am 100% convinced that it is the same bird trying to give you headaches and no sleep and it needs to stfu 😤 and pLEASE ur theme is adorable and pretty and cute but also it just feels like you? idk if i’m explaining this right or if it’s bc i’ve been talking to you for a bit but it’s cute but not innocent in a way that i’m surprised that you write smut and- yeah, that didn’t make sense!! but ur new theme is gonna look pretty too and as long as you like it, it’ll be amazing🥰

yessssss the fact that megan is gonna be ur pfp YES JUST YES

edit: ok i just need to 🥺😭 sometimes u make me wanna cry cuz i feel like you’re just a kind person. i truly mean this, the fact that you celebrate yours & others stretch marks makes me so 🥺🥺🥺 i honestly don’t know anyone who has said they want need more stretch marks and it’s just all very lovely to me :’)) OKAY IMMA STOP BEING SAPPY

#yes my fake tags are back #by popular demand #aka me #and look i have actual tags this time! #i’m seriously craving water ice rn....... huh #but it’s past midnight and i fr fr want a snack #aw man #i wrote that last paragraph while doing my tags yes #and i hope you become responsible for that anon’s orgasm #assuming they had one #and i saw your response to the tom thing and yeaa when they only look like that for something and it’s like aw bae be yourself #i’m gonna shut up now and find a snack but goodnight!! morning?? IDK #IF THESE TAGS END UP AS ACTUAL TAGS I AM SO SORRY HAHAHA #alright proofreading done and i’m gonna go eat cereal

okay i‘m on my way to a driving lesson rn and afterwards i have a zoom uni thing, and then another uni thing lmao. but hopefully i can reply to this in between because i‘ve been dying to talk to you since i got this ask dldjds💘💘💘 (i really like this heart. i had a 💖 phase for a while and now it‘s 💘 (seems like a very romantic heart but.... it is what it is idk dkddj)

^okay that was literally all i wrote before my lesson lmfao. just had the worst driving lesson ever dbdvsnylkxsksj i think i‘ve gotten too used to being good at driving and now i‘ve gotten too cocky with it 🥴 anyway i‘ve had such a stressful day and overall week but tbh i‘m already feeling better bc i can (indirectly) talk to you <333

omg i went to chloe or halle (i don‘t remember who out of the two)‘s instagram the other day and found out that they are not twins alejeleksjsksj but yes oh my god their voices are literally angelic and i can‘t wait to see Halle as Ariel (Arielle??)🥰 and omg it‘s literally 2021 and we‘ve only had......... one(?) black Disney Princess like it‘s about fucking time (I might be forgetting someone, I‘m not too familiar with the new Disney films, but as far as I remember there‘s only Tiana right? (who is literally a frog for 3/4 of the film 😭😭) so yes i‘m here for it too😌😌😌 (obviously she‘s not a cartoon like tiana ekdlek but she‘s a disney princess you know what i mean ddkjdh)

pfkejdj i‘m already overwhelmed with my parents i can‘t imagine having siblings too 😭😭 (sometimes i wish i had siblings but then other times (like after reading what you wrote dksjj) i‘m glad that i‘m an only child lmao like your brothers being mean to you and i remember when you cried and he was just like 👁👄👁 ok. like i’m totally okay being an only child sksjsj———and he doesn‘t listen to music 🤧🤧🤧 (although i guess that‘s good for you because at least he can‘t annoy you by listening to loud music that you hate dmdn)

okay okay i might watch wandavision then??? I‘ll definitely let you know!!! and yes omg i‘m loving tfatws (that really is so fucking hard to type omg) but same i totally get what you mean, i‘m not used to watching action series at all and every episode so far has been like a little movie so i‘m glad that i didn‘t wait until it was all out cause there’s no way i could binge watch that lol) and yes last episode was really intense. i‘m glad that marvel are talking about racism because (from what i‘ve seen) they haven‘t been the best in that department, and i‘m really curious to see what they‘ll do in the next episodes (curious isn‘t the right word but excited isn‘t the right wort either, like i‘m excited but in a neutral way ? i‘ll shut up dslsksj i hate that german has so many words that you cant translate because theres a really good german word that describes how i’m feeling but i cant think of a good translation ugh)

okay i absolutely need to watch lion king (and part 2 and 1/ 1/2 dksksj) AND hamilton, i might even do it soon 👀

BURGERS AT THE CINEMA? EBEEISNDBEKSK i‘ll come to the US just to go and watch a movie lmaooo, i think all the popcorn sizes and drinks are bigger as well, i‘ll come and watch chaos walking with you 😌😌 does next week work?

and yeah i‘ve seen posts with specific time stamps and trigger warning for cherry too so if you haven’t looked on tumblr yet i’ve def seen some! (but ive also seen some on twitter and yeah- i mean idk youve probably looked on tumblr but yeah- then there’s also imdb which doesn’t have time stamps i believe but quite specific warnings, mostly without spoilers!)

Tbh i don‘t think i would have even considered watching cherry if tom wasn‘t in it... (i’m personally fine with most of the triggering topics/things like for some reason i’m just stoic when i’m watching the most tragic films ever dldldldlbut the plot just... idk if it‘s for me you know? just entertainment wise?).... and even with tom in it i‘m unsure skeldls, i‘d totally get if you decide not to watch it but let me know if you do i‘d want to hear your thoughts! <3

SKSLSJJ my sims both finally graduated!! i think i played sometime last week, and i literally got the achievement/notification that i‘d been playing with this household for 24hours.... and that was BEFORE they graduated dldjdldkdksjjs

oh no my tumblr broke and three paragraphs of me talking about sims were deleted 😭😭😭

WAIT NO I TOOK SCREENSHOTSSKSK because i couldn’t press save so i knew they might be gone okay okay okay i‘m a genius

*move out

oh no idk if the quality is too bad to read... idk how good your eyes are dkdkdjjd (also sometimes it will be really bad quality for some but not for others so i hope that the you can see the pics in a normal/good quality)

Okay let me continue

OMG THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL STUFF IS THE BEST PART ABOUT THE SIMS DIDLDKJIkdkj i kind of miss how in the sims 3 they would be making out basically lying on top of each other if they were on a bed— but in sims 4 when they‘re sitting next to each other and everything that‘s definitely hot too 😌😭 or with hot tubs dkdkdk how one sim climbs on the other sim‘s lap before they woohoo (i used to make them skinny dip in the hot tub and then make out and woohoo so they’re like naked on top of each other even if you can‘t see anything- en e waysss)

Dkdkdkdj so @ Rindfleischet.. blah bla. so it‘s basically just loads of individual words put together/connected and that‘s a really big part of german. so yesterday i had an online Einführungsveranstaltung for uni (like it was a zoom meeting where they just talked about general stuff about the uni and i was really anxious before, idk why, but it turned out absolutely fine so) and that words consists of the two words Einführung (introduction) and Veranstaltung (event) which are also two individual words but you can make a new word (Einführungsveranstaltung, so in english that‘s basically “introduction event“ lmao) by combining those two words. there are obviously some rules like you can‘t just combine random words in a random order but you can basically make infinite words (technically). for example (i feel like i‘m teaching a class just skip this if you don’t care 🙃🙃🙃djdjdkdlns)

for example i could say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer (which is not underlined with red by tumblr because it is a grammatically correct compound word (i think that‘s what they‘re called?)) which is the words introduction + event + participant, so that word just means “participant of an introductory event“ but instead it‘s one word? i hope that makes sense? dkdkkdksks i mean it makes sense in german but idk if it makes sense to you cause idk if i‘m explaining it very well lmao,

(I just deleted a really really long paragraph that i wrote about gender in the german language and grammar, you‘re welcome slsksksj)

my capacity to think has now been used up for the week 🥴🥴🥴 i absolutely do not blame you if you just skipped over that part or can‘t be bothered to (re)read my awful explanation edkflsksjdjdj (again, i had double the amount of words but i just deleted it dkdkdlslsl but what‘s left lf my german lesson is probably confusing enough already😭i‘m sorry🥴)

so to answer your question LEJDKSKJ: it‘s really common to have long words in german, words that are just word+ word+ word + word made into one long word. obv rindfleischetikettierung..... is a very extreme example and it‘s normally just 2-4 words made into one! So yup i think that comes mostly from german and talking german and growing up here and going to school here and everything dmdfnsksx

i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌— YES. YES. Yes. I love that about us 😌😌🥰🥰/ I love us. Yes.

okay but your friend changing her mom‘s name into tom‘s mum‘s name (was that right? Dkdkdjh)—— so Justin Bieber once posted something where you could see that his Dad‘s number was saved as „Daddy Cakes“ (which, thinking back, sounds very weird ekejjej) and till this day I have my Dad’s contact name as Tata (which is serbian for Dad lmao), “Tata🍰“ in my phone because of it 😭😭😭😭🙃🙃🙃 it‘s not because of justin anymore like i‘ve just gotten used to it by now but at first i did it because of justin lol........ but nowadays i don‘t think i‘m THAT type of fan of anyone- like you know how people have fandom names (Justin‘s fans are the Beliebers, One Direction fans are Directioners (writing that hurt my soul💔💔💔)) and I wouldn‘t consider myself a fan of anyone like that. like even with tom i wouldn‘t call myself........ does tom even have a name for his fans??? Well if he does, I wouldn‘t call myself that. Like i used to be such a hardcore stan for any celebrity that i liked and now it‘s just... okay, i like em. (She says on her blog where she writes fan fiction about Tom Holland — WJDJEJDKELSKSKKSNSNDXB🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃)

Omg rex orange county!!!!!! I don‘t know that many songs like I‘ve only listened to the album pony, but i love it 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

thanks again for what you said about my fics/writing I‘m🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Pete Davidson Pete Davidson Pete Davidson I‘m-🥰🥰🥰🥰 and I can‘t explain why. But as blissfulparker said the other day (i don‘t want to tag her and make her read through all of this lolll) “I like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death 😍“ (or something along the lines of that) eskkejs okay pete isn‘t that bad, he looks quite good on some days but other days you‘re like... is this man alive? Like i don‘t want to be mean I love Pete so much The King of Staten Island is literally my favourite film ever (although it‘s not my #1 because of how he looks, but i mean he does look good) VUT ALSO

(Okay i was gonna look for a terrible picture of him but he really doesn‘t look as bad as people say??? like. i think he‘s hot. can‘t necessarily explain why. so that‘s that on that.)

i‘m not going chronologically right now (i just keep scrolling up to your ask and replying to whatever i see first sksksksh) so i might miss a thing or two that you said

Okay Stormzy, you really really don‘t have to dkdkdjd like i think you said you don‘t really listen to rap, and uk rap is a whole nother thing from us rap because of the accent i feel like??? (That sentence did not make sense) BUT if you‘re looking for a few songs that aren‘t like RAP rap, then I‘d recommend One Second (feat HER), Superheroes, Own it (which you might know?), ummm maybe the song Lessons?, he has a ton of Lion King references by the way dkdjdj for example in Rachael‘s Little Brother but that‘s like more RAP again if you know what I mean?😭 and it‘s also like 5 Minutes long and tbh i only started liking that song a year after that album came out lmao but Rachael‘s Little Brother is possibly my fav Stormzy song, then there is Shut Up which you absolutely need to listen to just for fun dldjdjd like it‘s just pure fun and also a little funny lmao, especially if you‘re not British (i imagine so at least) cause he‘s like shuTTTT up idk dldkdjdldkjdhdhfjfbfldlsksksks

Vossi Bop is one of his classics, and then maybeee - ok so there‘s Blinded By Your Grace Pt. 2 lmaoobdjsj it‘s very (Christian/) religious but i like it a lot even though i‘m not really Christian (at least not practicing or anything) so idk about your views on religion but i do like the song a lot just by like the sound lmao

Okay so again you absolutely DO NOT have to listen to any, especially not for me dlskdj but I really do recommend the songs Superheroes, One Second and Rachael‘s Little Brother (and all the other ones i mentioned but if you don‘t listen to a lot of his songs you should at least give these three a try <3333) also let me know some of your songs? 🥺 like i dont care who they‘re by but i‘d love to listen to some that you like and Recommend 🥰🥰🥰

Okay so skdjdjdjddhhddhdhjsk... I used to watch all of my series in German (like H2O) bc obviously they were on german tv so they were german- and i knew that most of these actors i saw on tv were american and i was always SO fascinated that they all learned german for this show??? Like I actually thought they were the people‘s real voices and that these English and American actors were learning german so they could re-record the whole ass show and do everything in german dkdkdldjdjjd... i swear I thought that until I was like 14 omg. And then the first time that I watched H2O in the original version i was sooo confused about their accents because to me all actors who spoke english were American?? I mean MOST of those shows are American so I wasn‘t completely off but yeah i was definitely caught off guard when I heard all of their Australian accents for the first time 💀💀😭😭😭

@ math vs maths, math actually makes more sense in my opinion. like you have the word mathematics, then the abbreviation would obviously be math... why would English people randomly add the s from the end??? Or maybe it makes more sense after all because it‘s like plural??? Now I‘m unsure dkdkdkdj but i do say maths because that‘s how i was taught to say it and i hear the word maths more than math but yeah dldkdjs i think math might even make more sense (okay i just tried saying math and maths is easier to pronounce but again tjat might just be me, oh god i‘ll stop talking about that disgusting thing (mathematics).)

not the crickets and dora LMAOOOSNSNSMDNBS yeah that teacher was... a lot. a lot a lot a lot didjjd but she kinda liked me so she always gave me good grades/marks but the people she didn‘t like..... ooft. OOF.

Fksksjsj idek about headache season like i just know that i get headaches from the sun and i‘m allergic to only one.. type of...pollen??? (I don’t understand the science of that whole pollen thing and idek if it’s called pollen in english i just know sex pollen from fan fics😔)and yeah we have this weird wind that makes a lot of people get headaches yeahd dkdkdj. i loved the i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO lllioool i love that i really do. i always struggle so much in the summer cause i never have anything to wear. i feel like i buy so many new summer clothes every year but when i end up looking for an outfit i don‘t ever find anything 😭 (so i just go naked— lmao jk jk) but i‘m generally not the biggest fan of summer so-

OMG THIS FUCKING BIRD ISTG, okay the first time i heard it i went to sleep at like 5 am, so the next day i was like let me go to bed earlier so the bird doesn‘t keep me up, so i went to bed at 4 am (🥲) and THE BIRD JUST STARTED FUCKING CHIRPING SO LOUDLY, so the next day i went to bed at 3 am AND IT FUCKING STARTED AT 3 AM and it‘s still there 😁 every. night.

and since you said you‘ve gotten used to my theme and everything (idk where this transition came from😭) so tomorrow (2nd april) we have our... wait what‘s an anniversary but for a month.? I think month is like mensus in latin OK NO THATS DEF WRONG DKDKDJ wait

So Tomorrow is our... mensiversary💘💘💘💘💘💘 or at least from the first time you sent an ask. i couldn‘t find it on my tumblr anymore because tumblr is a bit of a bitch but i remember the first thing you ever sent (in an ask) was something lovely about my writing and i always take screenshots of stuff like that, and i found it in my gallery. and i took that screenshot of your ask on the 2nd of march so i‘m assuming that‘s when you sent it 🥰🥰 i feel like i‘ve known you for a week not a month like how is it a month already????? (i mean this in a good way lmao but i really can’t believe that its been a month wtf)

omg no you make me want to cry because i just love you so much 😭😭🥺 but about the stretch mark thing it‘s just.. it‘s not even me trying to empower other women (or anyone else who has stretch marks) to shake off these dumb insecurities that the patriarchy and capitalism have instilled in us— ok no it‘s definitely that too lmao. But i mean I‘ve always loved stretch marks, i‘ve just always loved loved loved them so much so it makes me genuinely sad that people don‘t like them. so yeah. i dont really know how to explain it lol, like i‘m not (only) hoping that people realise that hating your stretch marks is giving the men and the patriarchy what they want per se- (that made no sense) it‘s just because i love stretch marks and think they‘re beautiful and also sexy. idk dldkdjls and omg the fact that you called me kind 🥺🥺🥺 like i don‘t really have a goal in life or anything, but if i had to choose a ‘goal‘ in life it would just be to be kind. (i‘ll end this here otherwise i‘m gonna talk about being kind for 30 more lines—)

And please. Do not ever feel like you‘re annoying me or sending too much. never ever ever. I get so happy when i see that you‘ve sent me an ask. No matter if it‘s a long one like this or just a short one where you‘re saying something about a post that i reblogged or something. I love hearing from/about you and talking to you 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

P.S: i‘m so sorry for the tags you‘re about to read they make even less sense than this post, also i reached the tag limit dkdkdj but i said some butterfly tattoos look tacky... and the next thing i said was since we‘re already speaking about Ariana- I DID NOT MEAN THAT SHE WAS TACKY dldkdjsj, i meant since you already mentioned some of her tattoos lmao

#lovely anon #<3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR TAGS SM DKDJDKDL #i definitely (accidentally) didn‘t say something about every single thing you said #but this is so long already and i don‘t want to force you to read even more of my shite dldkdjsj #(i dont day shite i say shit but sometimes shite sound funnier) #*say #omg its too mate to speak english what i meant was i‘m sire i forgot to adress some of the things you said but i tried my best iwjwskb #omg adress (address? lmao) sounds so negative i mean i‘m sure i forgot to reply to some things- also *late not mate loool #omg ignore my whole german lesson i cant believe i actually wrote all of that wtf #but it took me like 20 minutes so i don‘t want to delete it 😭 #and omg i hope you got to re do everything that your sims game didnt save and that it all worked out the same #😭 #I NEARLY DELETED THIS ASK WITJ MY ANSWER OH MYFUCKING GOD MY FUCKING HEART #also i realised i didnt say anything at all about uni but i dont have any news like that Einführungsveranstaltung (😭) I went to was literall #just about schedules and credits and boring stuff mostly lmao #oh and tattoos!!!! it sucks that you might not be able to get the ones that you want/get any :((((( but hopefully you can at least get some #that arent in colour? 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼 #so my parents aren‘t that supportive either like they most definitely wouldnt pay for it (even though they pay for a lot of my stuff lmao) #but i think in the end they know that i‘m old enough and they can‘t stop me and they‘d accept it one day so they‘re definitely not THAT bad #maybe your parents will change their mind over time? :( #or maybe youll just get one one day and ig theyll have to get used to it lol #so i want a butterfly (thats the only thing that i‘m sure about) and there are a lot of butterfly tattoos that look really tacky #but speaking of her i actually really like ariana‘s butterfly! but idk if i want that much shading- i have a whole album with like 35 photos #of just butterfly tattoos lol- i‘ll stop here tho. ldkdkd #omg im rereading this all and it‘s so messy good luck dkdkkddl #my tags got messed up and idk how to fix it #wait did i reach the tag limit and you cant even see half of these? 😭😭😭 #i‘m so confused about these tags why are they not in the correct order? 😭😭😭 ily snd i‘m so sorry for dropping this post on you none of it #none of it makes sense.

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its better not to say such things out loud (Tyson Jost/OC): Chapter One

part 2

Story summary: Mason Wright was recently traded and because an Av. Sometimes a fresh start with a new team across the country is what a guy needs, right? It seems to work out, going to a place where no one truly knows you. That is, until someone finds out what you’re desperately trying to hide.

Chapter 1

Summary: Mason’s had a rough game, to put it simply. It was never the best idea to get into a fight with someone bigger than you. They won even with him taking a five-minute major for fighting halfway through the third period. The team goes out to celebrate his 23rd birthday post-win and Tyson takes care of getting him home and to sleep safely.

Warnings: None, I believe! Just some drinking mentioned and there’s a drunk character if that makes you uncomfortable. There’s also a slur against lgbt people used.

Words: 1,968

Notes: The title is from The Stigma (Boys Don’t Cry) by As It Is. This is the thing with the LGBT main character that I’ve had a few different people tell me they’d be interested in :) I’m having a lot of fun writing and plotting this so far, so let me know if you enjoy!

There were perks to being smaller than most other people in the league. Being an extremely fast and skilled defenseman was one of them.

Being outmatched in every possible articulation, being compared to a chihuahua yapping at a pitbull, everything like that. Which is how he ended up in the penalty box for five fucking minutes, the asshole in the box next to him chirping him the entire time, it seemed like.

“What are you, a fag?”

That was what Mason heard fly by him, aimed at Jost who wouldn’t get into a fight to draw a penalty. Mason knew for a fact that’s what the guy was trying to do. He still took the bait when Tyson didn’t.

Mason was smaller than nearly every player he knew. Watching him get into a fight was exciting yet painful at the same time for anyone with a brain. The other guy was at least six-foot compared to the five-foot-eight Mason. To say it was outmatched…

Mason was going to be lucky if he didn’t come out of this with some scrapes and bruises. A broken nose was pretty likely as well, once he thought about it.

But hearing that word ignited something in him that overtook the reasoning section of his brain and both of them were dropping gloves. Sure, he’d definitely have a black eye tomorrow, but he’d gotten a few good licks in as well.

They still won the game, which was nice.

“Dude, you gotta at least get into it with guys in your weight class.”

“You’re funny, Landeskog. Whole fucking league is out of my weight class,” Mason huffed as he stripped his padding off of his lean torso.

“Yeah, kinda the point,” Zadorov shrugged. “Not your fault you’re smaller, just the way it is.”

“I get it, I’m short,” he ran a hand through his wavy helmet hair and reached down to unlace his skates. “Z, you can fight for me, then. I’ll run my mouth and you can do all the hitting.”

“With you? Don’t take it, man, Wright can go on and on for hours,” Tyson chirped from across the room. That earned him a glove chucked at his face.

“Fuck y’all. I don’t even have a good comeback.”

“Because it’s true!”

Okay, maybe it was true. Mason was just a talker, it’s how it was.

Tyson gave him endless shit about it, but really he didn’t mind. He actually enjoyed just being able to turn his brain off and absorb whatever stuck from what Mason was going on about. Usually it didn’t even matter--ranting about how a show got robbed of some award that doesn’t even matter, spewing information about whatever book he was reading, going off about whatever asshole did something stupid during his day-- Tyson would just let him go until he ran out of steam. Conversations were nice, too, when he was in just a talkative mood as well.

Mason did know how to shut up, though. Sometimes. (Hint: that’s what made him the favorite out of the Wright/Zadorov best friend duo. He could be quieter than Z. They’ve threatened to separate the two on multiple occasions, though.)

“What’d that guy even do to rile you up? You looked pissed,” Nate broke Mason out of his train of thought.

“Just called someone something stupid. I’m not gonna repeat it.”

“He called me a fag because I wouldn’t take the bait for the penalty,” Tyson said soon after. “He’s just a fucking moron because he got a longer penalty than any of us.”

There was an uncomfortable moment as that sunk in, then a few “what the fuck” or “that’s gross” phrases before people moved on to heading to the showers.

Mason was about to sneak away when Tyson called out his name.

“Hey, I wanted to catch you before you hit the shower. You got a second?”

“Yeah, sure. I just have to do some pt kind of stuff before I shower. What’s up?” he offered with a friendly smile.

“I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me. You definitely didn’t have to, but calling him on it drew a ton of attention to it. I think it’s really important to start weeding that shit out of the sport, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Mason smiled. “I--thanks, man. That means a lot to me.”

“‘Course,” Tyson gave a nod. “And you know if you were, like… y’know, gay or… anything, really, I wouldn’t care. And neither would anyone else on the team. It’d totally be okay.”

Mason wanted to give him a reassuring “I know” but couldn’t. Hockey was definitely not the environment known for welcoming lgbt kids and turning them into well-adjusted, accepted adults.

“Thanks,” Mason murmured. “Really, that means a lot.”

“Of course,” Tyson breathed, like he was getting a huge weight off his chest. “Um, yeah. I’ll let you go do your physical therapy stuff now. I’ll see you at the bar after everything’s done here?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna ditch you for my birthday, idiot.”

With an excited smile, Tyson turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Once he reached an area to chill out while waiting for the showers to clear out, Mason sighed, plopping into a chair and resting his head in his hands.

Obviously he knew why Tyson brought up starting to call out homophobia and other bigoted shit they were all used to just overlooking. But why did he bring up the whole ‘we’d accept you no matter what’ thing?

The thought of ‘he was very sensitive to a slur so maybe he’s gay’ never crossed Mason’s mind. That would simply be too easy and rational.

Did Tyson know he was different? What exactly did Tyson know? There was no way Tyson would out him, but still. Trusting people to keep a secret was hard. It was just easier to bottle everything up.

God, he needed to figure this out.

Maybe he’d get drunk enough tonight to just forget for a little while. He didn’t get drunk or even drink all that often, he could let go every now and then.

At the beginning of the night, Gabe took his keys, promising that he’d give them to whoever would be driving Mason home. They all knew for a fact Mason wouldn’t drive drunk, it wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. Honestly, they were more worried about the newly twenty-three-year-old losing them or putting them somewhere so he’d ‘remember where they are later’, which was proven ineffective at the last gathering Gabe threw.

“If you can’t figure out where the stupid keys are, he can come get them in the morning or I can drop them off to him or something,” Gabe rolled his eyes.

“You’re sure you don’t remember where you put them?” JT triple-checked. He’d been the designated driver for a few of them, including Mason, Tyson, and a couple others who had already gotten out to the car.

Mason shook his head. “I’m not even that drunk,” he insisted.

“Uh-huh. Gabe, just let me know if you find ‘em and we can work something out for him in the morning.”

Twenty minutes later, Gabe sent a picture and “anyone know who these belong to?” in the group chat. It was, without a doubt, Mason’s keys, adorned with a keychain reading “DETROIT” in graffiti lettering. He was from Detroit, and everyone knew that he refused to take that keychain off until it literally fell off for some sentimental reason, most likely.

‘Lol where’d you find it?’ someone texted back.

‘My dishwasher. His wallet was there too’

Mason has still never heard the end of that. No matter how hard he tried to explain that when he put them somewhere, it meant that he wouldn’t lose them or buy something stupid online (last time that happened, he bought a thing to hang on a window so your cat could sit on it and sunbathe. Mason has not owned a cat at any point in his life.) and he’d remember where it was once he sobered up.

Of course he still gets relentless shit for it. He wouldn’t expect any different.

Currently, Mason and Z were arm wrestling over a table in the back of the bar, people beginning to call it quits and going home. And with his pride hurt that he could not beat Z in an arm wrestling match, Tyson stole the other’s keys and wallet from Gabe, saying goodbyes and forcing Mason to as well.

“You are blasted, man.”

“Mmph,” he shrugged and laid his head against the passenger window. “I wanna lay down and sleep.”

“You can when I get you home. Gimmie your seatbelt so I can buckle you in.”

Mason followed the order with a small pout, not drunk enough to the point of incoherence but… definitely a little fucked up. Tyson had done this before: dealing with the mopey friend at the end of the night. Mason was definitely one to get mopey or clingy once they left the main event.

“My face hurts.”

“That checks out, buddy. I’ll get you some ice for it back at your place. What?” Tyson continued to ask when Mason stared out the windshield all angsty.

“Still can’t believe I couldn’t beat Z.”

“That guy could slam most of us through a table, don’t beat yourself up.”

“Can’t. Someone already did.”

“You’re full of jokes, huh?”

Mason just grinned sleepily as they pulled into the apartment complex and Tyson had an arm wrapped around his friend to keep him steady. Getting a drunk person to go to bed was usually one of the hardest parts of the night.

“Would you just--”

“I got it,” Mason huffed, fumbling with his keys near the lock of the door.

“Dude.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up my neighbors,” he grumbled, finally getting the door open with a triumphant “see? I’m an adult.”

“I see. Go be an adult and get ready to go to bed,” Tyson rolled his eyes, taking the keys out of the door and locking it behind them.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” he replied quickly.

“You’re drunk, what do you mean you don’t want to sleep?”

“Not tired,” he flopped down on the couch.

“At least get out of your clothes. That way if you fall asleep it’s in pajamas.”

Mason was sprawled out, already clicking through Netflix.

“Fine, I will go get you pajamas. Here,” Tyson pressed a cold compress to a bruise on his face and headed to the bedroom.

“Thanks for driving me,” he heard from the other room.

“‘Course,” Tyson called back. “Here, put these on,” he tossed the clothes at Mason.

“Are you staying here? You can take the guest room, if you want.”

“Sure. Probably easier than trying to get home this late,” Tyson shrugged and headed for the kitchen. As he heard the rustling around of what he assumed was his friend changing, Tyson got a glass of water and painkillers for when Mason woke up.

“I can drive you home tomorrow,” Mason slurred even more heavily as he began getting more tired. He’d managed to get his jeans off and a pair of shorts on before moving onto the shirt. He’d just pulled his shirt off when Tyson walked back in the room with the water.

“Woah,” he said quietly, stopping quickly.

For whatever reason, he’d never realized that he had never seen his teammate and friend shirtless. That was weird, especially when you played sports together for a living. He assumed it was due to the faded scars along his chest, almost in a u-shape under each pec.

He didn’t even know what kind of injury would cause that kind of surgery.

“When did you get surgery?”

Fuck was all that ran through Mason’s head.

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