#he goes through trials and tribulations so I don't have to think about mine

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I start writing and suddenly Max Verstappen has to go through every single feeling and thought I've ever had😭

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❤️ FOR ASK GAME THING

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

There are a couple! The first that comes to mind is the split around von Karma: the AA anime took him in a completely different direction than the Investigations duology did, and they aren't compatible characterizations. (They can be made to agree, but it's such a reach to do so that I've never seen anyone do it successfully.)

I subscribe to the Investigations side of his characterization, so pretty much any theory based on the anime is going to be one I disagree with. This is mostly because the theories posited by the anime, if taken to its natural conclusion, then makes Franziska's characterization completely incoherent.

You have to remember that however and whatever way you characterize von Karma, the end result you have to achieve is Franziska in how she appeared in Justice for All and Trials & Tribulations. Which means no matter how you're doing it, you have to write a von Karma that actively encourages a twelve-year-old-or-earlier Franziska to go for the bar, which we must remember most lawyers don't do without a decade of dedicated schooling, and don't generally take until their mid-to-late 20s at the earliest.

You have to write a von Karma that raised her in such a way that when she is shot in the actual shoulder, she powers through it without thinking. That raised her in such a way that she fundamentally does not believe anyone cares about her, that when forced to confront that sometimes people do, she starts crying. That believes the only way she will be respected is through actual physical violence.

You can humanize the man, sure. Very few people are so thoroughly unkind that they don't have any 'redeeming' (for lack of a better term) qualities. But I see a lot of meta that goes way too far, and makes the man somehow not utterly to blame for the fact Franziska's a walking hydrogen bomb of a person. Either he did that to her himself, or he stood by and did nothing while it was done to her, fully aware it was going on, given how she acts about his legacy after his death.

MvK is a fascinating character from a meta standpoint. But I see a lot of theories that try to argue that the man is actually a decent person in literally any regard, and... he isn't. He just isn't. You can't make him a decent person while Franziska is right there as proof he isn't.

A bit of a pet peeve of mine, tbh, but definitely a more unpopular opinion. :p

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i just got top surgery almost exactly two months ago!! i was really scared to go into surgery too, but it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be and now im so happy with my chest. the worst part is the drains and the nipple bolsters, but literally the moment those were gone, at my post op appointment after a week, i felt 10x better. i was worried about how my scars looked for the first month because the swelling was so bad that they looked weirdly wavy, but almost all the swelling is gone now and i absolutely love it! i hope your recovery goes as well as mine did

hello!!! i keep meaning to answer this and then just forgetting

i think the hardest thing for me to conceptualize was just......waking up and it being over. like literally i remember the guy giving me something in the IV (i think he said it was fentanyl?) and saying it would be just like having a glass of wine, and then wheeling me over and putting the oxygen mask on, telling me to breathe deep, and then.....i was waking up in the recovery room 3 hours later. ive always had sleeping issues so "putting me to sleep" is like. the expectation was absolutely not that bc i always wake up during the night and usually somewhat aware of my surroundings. after he gave me that stuff, i didn't even have the time to be anxious (i also didn't have my contacts in so i didn't even see where i was going) and then it was just...over. it's still wild to me

urgh yeah my post op is tmrw and i am so ready to get these drains out. im holding on to every last shred of sanity i have to just get through this night and the ride to the appointment tomorrow. they gave me a compression vest so it's like. my whole ass torso, and that's also been sensory hell. i feel like it'll be so much easier once these drains are out and the bolsters are off—i can shower again, i don't have to empty them, i don't have to keep and eye on where the tubing is and where the lil bulbs are and whether it's getting caught on or under me or whatever (also less worry about the cats seeing some wiggly tube and deciding it's a snake they need to attack bc that....would not end well for anyone)

im honestly not too worried about the scars. the actual visual aspect is not as important to me—how it looks under clothing and the literal weight off my chest, the fact that i won't have to bind just to feel comfortable, etc. i trust the surgeon who did the procedure (it actually ended up being the number one guy in that department at the hospital, even though my paperwork said someone else—not complaining, bc he was my first choice anyway) and i know my scars are generally pretty manageable/flat/light-colored anyway

im also hoping recovery goes well!! so far it seems to be okay, other than my own sensory issues. honestly just waiting until i can actually enjoy and feel the relief of top surgery, as i am still within the trials and tribulations stage 😔

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Diary Entry 04232024

Dear Diary

I am filled with intense emotions that I can only reduce down to anxiety at this time. It is a very uncomfortable feeling that grows with intensity each day.

Yesterday, I finally had the talk with my dad and shared my feelings towards him / about him, with him. Maybe it's his cadence, maybe it's the way he talks, maybe it was the lack of eye contact. He definitely heard me, but I don't know how much he understood. He is trying to be a more active person in my life and I definitely asked like why after all this time. Why now? He said he realized that through his depression and not being able to support his family the way a "man should" really took a toll on him. But does he realize that there are areas you can make up in when you are lacking? That his emotional absence had an actual effect on his family? He says he does and he is trying to do better now, but actions truly speak louder than words. So as long as he puts in effort I will too. I hate to make our relationship sound so transactional, but I refuse to give a lot of my self to ANYBODY who doesn't deserve it.

I am feeling anxious in my relationship as well. I noticed that every time we see each other, I feel like once he goes home he won't love me anymore, which is completely crazy. In a weird way I feel like as he heals, I regress, which is so insane? Because I also know that is simply not true. His progress is absolutley larger than mine BUT he is facing so many of the trials and tribulations I went through last year. Small steps are still steps. I guess also, I still feel like I may say things that are too outlandish and will scare him off. But I think that it is worth the risk if that means being with someone who truly loves me for me.

TBH I have been lacking in confidence lately. I have been doubting myself and questioning my worth, and I hate that for me. It is uncharacteristic of me at this point in life, and yes some of those feelings can always emerge and then go away by rebuilding (or continuing to build, however you decide to look at it). I really need graduation to come and go, that really is my biggest issue. I need to take these pictures, and I need to walk that stage, so undergrad stressers are no longer plaguing my life. Also my cavity is really bothering me and I really need to find a primary care physician.

That is all.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Three Wishes

Summary: Request! Reader comforts Tony after a nightmare (but also some team shenanigans)

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of nightmares

Word Count: 2455

a/n: This started as a request and then somehow morphed into this weird genie thing. I don't know, it's kinda cute though :)

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"If you had three wishes from a genie, what would they be?" You posed the question to the team just after finishing Aladdin. Looking around the room, you could see everyone's faces were scrunched in thought.

"Seriously, none of you have thought about this before?" You gaped at the room, questioning why nobody had an answer yet.

"In my defense, I have enough money to grant my wishes as I see fit." Tony instantly defended himself, earning an eye roll from you.

"That's not the point." You huffed, still waiting for anyone to answer the question.

"What would you wish for?" Steve tilted his head curiously. Despite the many trials and tribulations of his life, he finally felt he was at a good place. He was happy with Nat, Bucky was healthy, and seemingly nobody was threatening to destroy the world.

"Better be good since you gave us so much shit for not having our wishes prepared." Sam grinned, eager to start teasing you.

"Easy." You smirked. "Tacos for everyone in this room, margaritas to go with the tacos, and for this-" Lifting your shirt slightly, you pointed dramatically to the enormous bruise on the side of your ribcage. "Monstrosity to go away."

They stared at you slack-jawed, contemplating the wishes.

"Seriously? That's what you'd wish for?" Bucky spoke first.

"I could literally take care of all of that in two minutes, well, except the bruise." Tony murmured, already ordering tacos because now he was hungry.

"You don't have anything bigger you'd wish for?" Nat eyed you skeptically.

"Nope. Tacos, margs, and no more bruise." You nodded with finality.

"I could go for tacos and margs." Wanda commented, shrugging in agreement.

"Those are your three magic wishes? Emphasis on magic." Sam smirked, ready to tease you. "Wow, Y/N. You could've wished for world peace or something."

"World peace! That's mine." Steve exclaimed loudly, happy with that wish.

You chuckled at Steve's antics before responding. "Firstly, I didn't actually wish for anything, so fuck off with the mightier than thou attitude, Sam." You playfully glared at him.

"Secondly, I've seen enough movies and tv shows about genies to know it never goes as planned when you wish for something big. Why give 'em the opportunity to fuck up the world more. You wish for world peace and as far as you know, the genie wipes out all life." You eyes the team dramatically. "Ask me again tomorrow, I'm sure I'd have different wishes."

"You're saying no matter what, you could come up with three things off the top of your head that you'd wish for?" Sam smirked.

"Yep." You nodded casually, still thinking about tacos.

"I'll keep that in mind." He cackled, slightly maniacally. Steve's grimace and sure-to-come protests were cut off by Tony.

"Tacos and margs just got here. Let's eat!" He gestured to the food being carried down the hall from the elevator.

"God, Tony Stark, I love you." You muttered, rushing toward the tacos. Little did he know how much you actually meant those words.

-

Over the next few weeks, it became a challenge for the other Avengers to catch you without three wishes on your mind and ready to go.

Sam, of course, tried first.

"L/N?" Sam's voice called over the comm's, catching you off guard as you fought your way through three men guarding the intel you needed.

"What? I'm almost there!" You practically yelled back, running high on adrenaline.

"Three wishes!" He called back instantly, smirking to himself.

"Sam," Steve let out a frustrated sigh. "Now really isn't the time-"

"A family size bag of cheeto puffs, a new button for the flannel I ripped this morning, and a pair of cloud slippers." You didn't miss a beat, your reply cutting Steve off before he could fully lecture the two of you on professionalism during missions.

"Damn it." Sam mumbled, dropping the subject- for now.

When you landed back at the compound, all three of your wish items were waiting for you in your room. Despite your attempts at bargaining with Friday, she wouldn't tell you who got them for you.

Of course, that didn't mean you didn't have a guess.

-

A few days later, you were in the middle of sparring with Bucky, when Sam forcibly pushed Steve into the gym.

"Ask her!" He glared at Steve, who rolled his eyes before unwillingly mumbling the two words.

"Three wishes?" It was almost laughable how annoyed Steve was with the entire display.

You dodged a punch, crouching low to the matt. "A blue gatorade..." You kicked your leg out, sweeping it through Bucky's knees to knock him down. "A soft pretzel..." You grabbed his right arm, pulling it back into you at a painful angle until Bucky tapped out. "And an ice pack for Barnes's ass." You threw a playful wink at Bucky, Sam, and Steve before sauntering out of the gym for a shower.

Stepping into the kitchen, you were met with a soft pretzel, a blue gatorade, and a note that said:

Ice pack delivered to Barnes.

-

At approximately 2:37 in the morning, Sam and Nat burst into your room, startling you out of your previously restful sleep.

"Three wishes?" The redhead smirked at your confused, sleepy expression.

"A blanket that will keep me cool in the summer because I can't sleep without a blanket, a sweatshirt three sizes too big, and a bag of gummy melatonin so I can go back to sleep after you admit defeat."

Sam huffed, Nat continued smirking, and you went back to bed.

Unsurprisingly, you woke up to three new items sitting outside your door.

-

"Hey, Y/N." Wanda approached you casually. "What are you watching?"

"A movie." You sing-songed back in an obnoxious voice.

She rolled her eyes, plopping down next to you. "No shit. What movie?" She laughed at your indignant expression.

"Inception. I fell asleep, like twenty minutes ago, and now I have no idea what's going on." You huffed dramatically. This was your third attempt at watching the movie, after all.

"Three wishes?" She smirked mischievously.

"Chapstick, chinese food, and advil." You mumbled, rubbing your head. From around the corner, you heard Sam mumble a quick curse before stomping away.

Not five minutes later, the three wish list items were being delivered to your position on the couch.

"Hey, Friday?" You called after thanking the delivery person.

"Yes?" The familiar Irish lilt responded knowingly.

"Thank Tony for me, would ya?" You smirked.

"What for?"

"My wish list." You held your breath anticipating the response.

"Mr. Stark has no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course not." You laughed to yourself before indulging in the delicious smelling fried rice.

-

You decided, the next time someone asked for your three wishes, you would give exceedingly specific answers. Since Tony wouldn't admit to funding your little wish lists, you figured you'd challenge his dedication.

Luckily for you, it didn't take long for one of the two remaining Avengers who watched Aladdin with you to take his turn at catching you off guard.

You were trying to follow a new recipe for dumplings when Bucky and Sam strolled into the kitchen. It's never a good sign when those two are getting along, but you didn't even notice their entrance. Too engrossed in measuring things correctly, you nearly shrieked when Bucky spoke.

"Three wishes?"

Game on.

"A ring that will change sizes to fit whichever finger I feel like wearing it on, a phone case that actually changes color based on my mood instead of temperature like all those gimmicks out there, and a funnel cake from the fair in my hometown." You smirked, thinking about how Tony would meet those requests.

Sam eyed you suspiciously, but said nothing as he and Bucky regrouped on how to beat you at this ridiculous game.

It wasn't until a few hours after you finished the eating the dumplings and cleaning up the kitchen, when you were finally nearly asleep, that you received your wish list.

A funnel cake with your hometown name on the plate- just like at the fair, a ring that changes sizes, and a mood-based color changing phone case.

Glancing at the clock, you confirmed it was nearly 4 in the morning. You couldn't stop the thoughts from flickering through your head as to why Tony stayed up so late just to finish your ludacris wish list.

Without even stopping to put down your newly acquired gifts, you marched right up to Tony's lab. You were unsurprised to find the lights on, but definitely surprised at the lack of music blaring from the speakers.

"Tony?" You called quietly, noticing the greenish tinge the phone case adopted from your nervous energy.

It wasn't until you made it to the last bench in the lab that you found him, passed out with pliers still in his hand.

You purposefully ignored the phone case, now a vibrant pink, as you watched Tony sleep. After a few moments, you realized it was so captivating because he never lets his guard down. Always prepared with a sarcastic comment or witty quip, you've never seen the man without his defenses in place.

The peaceful mood was shattered by an ear-piercing scream. It was so shocking, in fact, it took a full 60 seconds for you to realize it came from Tony.

"Tony?" You gently called his name, wincing slightly from the volume of his cries. He merely continued shouting in his sleep.

"No. No no no. NO!" He was restless, limbs flying around him.

With more urgency, you called his name again. Then again, louder. It wasn't until you laid a gentle hand on his shoulder that he jolted awake.

Breathing quickly, eyes wide, he frantically looked for any sign of danger.

"Tony, it's okay. You're safe. You're okay." You continued murmuring reassurances until he began to breathe at a normal pace.

It was eerily quiet in the lab, the only sound coming from Tony's deep breathing and your hushed whispers of encouragement. You ran your hands through his hair, trying to find the right words to say.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You quested lightly, figuring you should at least try even if you expected him to avoid the subject.

"It's pink." His words startled you. Honestly, you didn't expect a response.

"Huh?" You eyed him cautiously, wondering if he might have finally lost his mind.

"The phone case." He clarified, reassuring you of his mental status.

"Oh...kay..., but Tony I meant the nightmare." You clarified your own words, trying to understand why he brought up the phone case.

"Did you read the card about what mood corresponds to which color?" He questioned, again ignoring your attempt to help him.

"I may have glanced at it." You dropped his gaze, choosing instead to focus on the speckled pattern of the tile at your feet.

"Pink is love." He declared simply, as if there were no ramifications to that statement.

You opened your mouth and closed it multiple times in an attempt to form a response.

"Tony, I-"

"You love me." He cut you off, watching with a cocky smirk as your eyes wided.

The range of emotions that you experienced were frustratingly obvious as you both watched the phone case morph into a tie-dye swirl of blue, pink, red, yellow, and green.

"What does that mean?" You questioned him, figuring it would at least give you a minute to postpone admitting your feelings.

"Blue is sad, pink we've already covered, red is fear, yellow is happy, and green is nervous." He easily listed off the colors and the corresponding emotions.

"Oh... yeah, that makes sense." You nervously chewed your bottom lip, trying to refocus the conversation. "But, Tony, really you should talk about-"

"Ah ah." He interrupted you again, earning a frustrated huff. Again, he gestured to the phone case. "Purple means your frustrated."

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Yeah, I could've guessed that one." Glaring at the man in front of you, you tried again to get him to open up. "Please, Tony, just let me help you."

A moment of silence had you questioning your life choices, almost to the point of running and never coming back, when he finally spoke.

"It was you." His voice was quiet. A broken whisper unlike anything you'd ever heard him say.

"Me?" You shook your head, still not following his train of thought.

"In my dream- nightmare. You were... you died and I couldn't stop it." When the two of you finally made eye contact, you were both surprised to see tears forming in the other's eyes.

"Tony, I-"

"Love me." He finished for you again, desperately trying to cling onto his charming personality.

"Yeah, I do." You felt a wave of relief at finally admitting it, but your nerves quickly returned when he didn't reply. "Tony, I can't promise you that I won't die, but I can promise you that it won't be your fault."

"Well, that's shit." He pouted, smiling when a laugh erupted from deep in your stomach.

"Yeah, I guess it is." You agreed. "But, that's life."

"I love you too, you know." He smiled, moving to pull you as close as possible in his seated position with you still standing. You moved a hand to his hair, running your fingers over his scalp again.

Figuring he had likely experienced enough mushy emotions for one night, you replied with his own familiar tone. "Glad to hear it, otherwise this could've been really awkward."

He laughed in surprise, squeezing you tighter in thanks for lifting the mood. When he finally leaned back, he whispered two words that finally stumped you.

"Three wishes?"

Your mouth dropped open, ready to reply, but no words came out.

"You know what? I think everything is actually perfect just the way it is." You lovingly gazed into his eyes as you continued speaking. "But if you mention this to Wilson, I will enact revenge."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your response.

With a casual shrug and a tilt of your head, you reached over the lab bench for your funnel cake. "I haven't planned it yet, but know it'll be devastating for you." You made a face as if to say it was out of your hands.

"I guess my lips are sealed." He grinned, finally rising to press his lips to yours.

"You wanna share my funnel cake?" You questioned as you sat down in his lap, leaning your back against his chest. He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder and opening his mouth for a piece of powdered-sugar covered dough.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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No more room service

Ok this is my very first hockey fic of Mike Condon. Be nice. After reading an article on the NHL website and reading the quotes he gave is when it just tugged my heart. Well whatever I have left of it anyway. Plus MIKE CONDON DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!!! He’s a precious cinnamon roll.

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Word Count: 1,947

"I lived in three different hotels [in 2014-15]," Condon said. "I lived in the hotel when I was up and down between Wheeling and Hamilton. I'm just used to hotel life."

The Penguins claimed Condon from the Canadiens to be Marc-Andre Fleury's backup while Matt Murray is recovering from a broken hand. After falling to No.

3 on the Canadiens depth chart, Condon welcomed the opportunity.

He isn't married and doesn't have children, so moving a family wasn't a concern.

"I'm single as can be," Condon said. "I've been moving in and out of hotels for the past five years. No one's been able to stick with me. No one wants to stick around for the ride. I don't blame them either. It's a tough ride. It takes a toll."

Last season was an anomaly for Condon because he spent all of it with the Canadiens, who gave him the green light to get an apartment on Nov. 1.

"It was weird for me to have my own place, not sharing with roommates or anything like that," Condon said. "I'm not going to get too far ahead of myself, but one day, hopefully, I can get another one. A guy can dream, right?"

You remember the quote to all those years ago and finally looking to today on how everything came to be for Mike.

It was a year ago when you first moved to Ottawa and he recently got picked up by the Senators hockey team. You two met at a charity event the Sens team always had for whatever fundraiser.

You’re a freelance photographer and your friend who worked for the organization that the Sens are fundraising for. She has hired you to take photos throughout the event for the website.

You couldn’t refuse the job because it’s a paying job, free drinks throughout the night and most of all there were going to be hockey players.

Throughout the night you have been taking pictures. Asking the players and their significant others for pictures as well and they happily accepted with wide smiles. Some you noticed were beginning to get quite tipsy, which was completely hilarious and happy you agreed to take the job.

With one quick swing around to walk back to the office your friend has placed you in. You wanted to switch cameras along with getting a new SD card, the one in you camera is getting quite full and fast.

You bumped into someone who was tall, you felt toned muscles as your face met his chest and you fell backwards as your bottom hit the floor. Your camera took a bad fall as well, the lens cracked as you took a better look at it.

Everyone stops what they were doing, gaps throughout the building while the person you bumped into kneels beside you and your friend rushes to your side.

“Y/n are you ok? What happened? Oh no your camera” she says while helping you to your feet

Others ask if you were alright, you nodded as you smiled and looked to your friend.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you alright?” The man asks looking to you all worried he hurt you.

“I’m fine really. Thank you for asking. Only bad fall was my camera lens” you wave him off and look to your camera.

“I can replace that for you” your friend says while looking between you and the man

“No, please don’t bother. It’s a quick fix and I have extras. Don’t go through the trouble and spending a lot of money on a lens when I have a few at home” you tell her while walking slowly back to the office.

Your friend and the man who wasn’t bad looking. A ginger with adorable blue eyes. Such beautiful blue eyes that you can swim in them forever.

If he looked any deeper into your eyes, you’d allow him to look through your soul and let him have it.

“I’m Mike by the way. I feel bad for your fall and your lens breaking. Let me do something for you” he is basically pleading now.

He looked like a hurt puppy who played too rough and hurt the person he loved so much and trying to make things better by doing anything.

You knew who he was, you followed his playing career since he got signed by the Montreal Canadiens. The Habs are your most favourite team, second is the Sens. You are a third generation Habs fan and knew the rich history behind the team.

“Y/n. Since I’m not going to get rid of you that easily. You can take the rest of the pictures” you tell him as you wave him to follow you.

He followed while your friend remained where she was and continued doing her rounds.

Since then the both of you kept hanging out when he could. When the summer came is when the both of you got more acquainted and had fun.

While it lasted and it was the new hockey season all over again. You were worried he was going to get placed on waivers again and having another team pick him up.

That didn’t happen, the Sens offered Mike an extension on his contract and told him to find an apartment. Which he did and asked you to move in with him right away.

You didn’t want to be apart from him anymore and you graciously accepted. The both of you couldn’t be more happier.

“Hey what are you so deep into thought for?” Mike asks as he enters the office the both of you share

You exit out of the article quickly and making it look like you were working on editing pictures. You pulled up the software you always worked on and luckily a picture is still on there.

A picture you completely forgot to finish but got sidetracked by something else.

“I’m just debating if I should get a Leica Camera or not. Why I’m so deep into thought” you tell him while he sits in the chair that’s in front of the desk and where you are sitting.

“Wow, why don’t you just get it? Plus I think it’s time for you to upgrade anyway. You take amazing pictures and you deserve the very best to work with” Mike says while leaning in closer and in hopes he’s changed your mind and purchase the damn camera.

“You are so sweet you know. Too sweet for me. It makes me puke” you say while you look to him and back to the computer screen

“And you are disgustingly charming” he retorts as he gets up from the chair and walks out of the office

“Wait, I was looking at an old article you were in a few years ago” you finally tell him before he is an ear shot away.

He stops at the doorway and turns around slowly. He leans against the doorframe as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Which article?” He asks keeping his gaze on you

“The one about constantly living in hotels and how you mentioned no one has ever stuck around because it takes a toll and you as single as can be” you recite the quotes he said a few years ago.

By reciting the very quote causes you such grief because the thought of him being lonely like that is hurtful.

After getting to know Mike, you didn’t like the idea of him being lonely or didn’t like the thought of anything so enduring such as loneliness. You loved Mike way too much for him to go through that. Loved him way too much.

“Ooh that interview. Why would you be deep into that thought?” He asks as he enters back into the office and this time he gets the chair and places it right in front of you.

“Because the very thought of you being incredibly lonely, in between towns/cities, in and out of hotels. It hurts me to even think of the things that you were going through. I mean your mental well being and so forth” you exhale while placing your hands over his and look to him

As you tell him that is when he forms a smile on his face.

“I appreciate you for that. I really do” he replies as he kisses the top of your hand

“It was lonely, especially at night and no one to ask how my day was in general and just talking about it. But I knew what I got myself into and I knew I needed to focus on going into pro hockey. I thought of it more as no distractions to keep me from getting the one thing I really wanted and that got me more motivated to get to where i am” he continues while talking about his journey into the NHL.

You loved how he talked about the hard work he has put into getting that contract. Loved how he talked about the trial and tribulations he endured just to get to where he is at today. Oh you loved this man right in front of you, you loved how he is so devoted to his career, devoted to his family and how much he has devoted himself to you.

“I love how you talk about your trials into getting a pro NHL contract and love how you stuck on being focused on that” you tell him as you get up from your chair and sit in his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck and begin to kiss him. The way your lips molded together couldn’t be anymore fitting and perfect. It was as if you two are meant for each other. Like what the stories were told in books, how they were brought together by scent or how they imprinted and so forth. It’s how you like to think about it.

“Mmm, what else do you love?” Mike asks as he pulls away from the kiss and looks deep into your eyes

There he goes soul searching once more with his beautiful big blue eyes. You definitely can swim and get lost in them forever.

“You. I love you” you reply while look deep into his eyes as well.

“I love you too. You know, after that interview and just a short couple years. I have found the most incredible, understanding, accepting, loving, beautiful, caring person. Who is willing to join me on whatever path this crazy career of mine will take me” he says with an adoring smile as he closes the gap between the both of you.

“Really? Who is that? I’d like to meet this person” you jokingly reply while he looks to you all surprised and begins to tickle you.

You laugh while trying to move away from his sudden movements as he reaches the ticklish spots you have.

In all seriousness Mike is happy he has found someone like you and at times he felt he didn’t deserve you because of how long he’s gone all the time.

He was happy enough to find you still at the apartment the both of you shared. He thought at times that you have left him because you couldn’t handle things anymore. But no.

You were always right there, patiently waiting for him to come home. You were waiting right there at the airport when he called for pick up. He loved how your face lit up every time he came home. He loved everything about you and didn’t want to lose you over anything. He loved you too much to endure loneliness again. Never again.

No more room service for him.