(Human AU. DK and Bowser are human. the guys are in college. established relationship. Donkey Kong is DKs name still but Mario has nicknames for him. Don, Donnie, Kon/Con. Also, Mario is 4'9, Luigi is 5'0, DK is 6'2, and Bowser is 6'8. (Im bad at accents so just imagine Mario and Luigis))

Mario rolls his eyes. DK is showing off again. he snorts, shifting the book on his lap, looking back down as he shifts on the bleachers. the football team is practicing for their up coming game this weekend and Mario was just there for support. the sunlight feels wonderful after being locked in a class room all day.

Mario glances up again, DK grins at him as he walks over.

"hey babe, having fun?" DK asks, grinning.

"sure, loads Donnie." Mario snorts, pulling his legs up to rest his book on them as he looks up. "aren't you supposed to be defense?" Mario asks. DK huffs.

"its not defense, babe, its left side tackle." DK huffs. "I'm a blindside blocker." DK pouts. Mario snorts, rolling his eyes again.

"Don, shouldn't you be blocking then?" Mario asks. DK shrugs.

"eh, Tank, our kicker, twisted his ankle. they're checking him over right now." DK says, sitting beside his lover. Mario nods, looking over the field.

"hows that new Quarterback doing?" Mario asks, looking over. DK shrugs.

"Bowser? he's not bad, got a little to learn. he doesn't understand I'm there to help. thinks he has to do it himself, but he'll make it." DK smiles at him.

"he treats this place like an elementary school. I thought it was just a TV stero type, but I actually saw him shove a Freshman into a locker. what a loser. took me 10 minutes to get the guy out." Mario mutters. he rolls his eyes. "anyway, you're sitting in my light." Mario says, glancing over at him. DK huffs, shifting in his seat.

"I can go if you want me to." DK pouts. Mario rolls his eyes, looking amused.

"just move out of my light Donnie. I'm trying to read about..." Mario starts. he leans down to the book and squints. "reversing the polarity of a motor." Mario says, sitting back some.

"that sounds exciting." DK mutters, sarcastically.

"just as about exciting as football practice." Mario mutters. DK frowns, looking confused.

"I thought you liked watching practice?" DK asks. Mario chuckles.

"DK, I know literally nothing about football. I don't care about football at all. I come down here to watch you, because thats what you do when you love someone. you make sacrifices like sitting out here in the sun and reading until practice is over instead of sitting at my desk at the apartment and reading." Mario explains, patting his knee gently. DK looks confused.

"you... you don't like football?" DK asks. Mario shakes his head.

"no, I don't like football. I don't know anything about it. I'm out here for you Don. I come out to the games for you. I don't like football, I think its kinda... dumb, no offense. grown men running around breaking each others bones, giving each other concussions, beating each other up, over a ball." Mario shrugs. he turns his head and smiles at his boyfriend. "but you love football. you're great at it. I come out here for you." Mario assures.

"do you... find it a waste of time?" DK asks, hesitantly. Mario shakes his head immediately.

"nah, I'm here for you, to support you, even if its just a practice. I want to be here for you, Donkey Kong. I want to be out here to support you, so I am. supporting you while you do one of your favorite things in the whole world, is not a waste of my time. its a perfect use of my time. I just have to bring my books." Mario assures, smiling at him.

"but you don't like coming out here." DK frowns.

"no, I don't like football. I love you, you love football, therefore, I come watch you practice." Mario explains.

"but that still means-" DK tries.

"it means," Mario interrupts, with a patient smile. "I enjoy being out here to watch you do something you love." Mario assures. DK frowns. "look, Don, you're literally going to hurt your brain thinking about this." Mario teases.

"hey!" DK huffs. Mario chuckles.

"just go on back to your game." Mario murmurs. he looks at the field. "seems like they got Tank back up." Mario says. DK turns back to the field.

"well, alright, we won't be too much longer." DK promises. Mario waves him off.

"I don't mind. go on." he chuckles. he turns back to his book, with a smile on his face. he enjoys watching his lover do what he loves.

"Mario watch out!" someone shouts.

confused, Mario looks up from his book in time for the football to slam right into his face and knock him backwards off his seat.

"babe!" DK shouts, running over quickly. several other team members follow after him. he kneels beside Mario quickly. "shit are you alright?" DK asks. Mario groans, slowly sitting up. he wipes his muddy hand off onto his shirt, before pushing his hat up.

"uh, that hurt... shit." Mario murmurs. DK grabs his face looking him over.

"are you okay?" DK asks. "your nose is bleeding a little." he frowns. Mario winces and shifts, running his tongue over his teeth, checking to make sure they're still there.

"I taste blood." Mario frowns, looking up at him. suddenly his lovers fingers are prying his mouth open.

"let me see! are your teeth okay?!" DK shouts, looking in his mouth the best he can. Mario pushes his hands away, flushing.

"I'm fine. I think I bit my tongue." Mario frowns.

"I-I'm so sorry! it was an accident DK." Tinker says.

"damn Tinker, you're supposed to punt the ball across the field, not into DKs boyfriends face." Tank snorts.

"I'm okay, I promise. don't worry about it Tinker, shit happens." Mario assures wiping at his nose.

"thats why you don't sit out here with your fucking nose in a book, duh. dumbass could've moved if he'd been paying attention." a voice scoffs. Mario looks over. he recognizes Bowser immediately and huffs. DK however jerks up, growling. he whips around, glaring at him.

"HEY!" DK growls. Bowser looks unimpressed, but does take a half step back. "leave my fucking boyfriend alone! he's fucking sitting out here for me!" DK snaps. he glares the taller man down. Mario stands up, brushing some of the mud off himself, before cleaning his hands off the best he can on his shirt.

"Don, m'okay." Mario assures. he picks his book up, shaking the grass out of it and attempting to wipe the mud off. "great." Mario mumbles, shaking the mud off his other hand. football practice right after a rain storm was a really stupid idea. DK glares at Bowser before turning back to his partner. he pulls his sleeve down some to cover his hand, gently wiping the mud from his lovers face. Mario pulls away, face a bright red. "stop it." Mario grumbles.

"come on, lets get home." DK murmurs, leading him away from the field.

"home? are you serious? I can't get in your car like this Don." Mario frowns.

"yes you can. I'm not just leaving you here." DK frowns.

"I'll ruin your seats." Mario mumbles.

"babe, if you think I'm seriously worried about those dumb seats, you're wrong." DK snorts.

"but-" Mario tries.

"I can pay to have it cleaned Mario. don't worry about it." DK murmurs. he opens the door and looks at Mario expectantly.

"are you sure?" Mario asks.

"yeah, come on." DK smiles. Mario climbs in hesitantly. DK climbs in the driverseat. "don't worry babe, we'll get back to the apartment and you go hope in the shower while I get you some clothes. I'll set a fan out and we can dry your book out while we watch a movie." DK smiles. Mario smiles over at him.

"thanks." Mario murmurs. he tries to sit as still as he can, he doesn't want mud everywhere. "sorry again about your seat." Mario mutters.

"if it bothers me, I'll just buy a new car, but it won't . I'll just pay to have it cleaned its not a big deal." DK shrugs. he snorts. "I swear its like you forget I'm a prince and can literally buy the entire car factory." DK laughs. Mario shrugs.

"I don't forget, I just chose to ignore it, its not important. I'm not with your for your status." Mario huffs. DK smirks at him.

"exactly, thats how we've stayed together for so long." DK shrugs. "I could go buy you a 50 cent back of candy and you'd love it." DK grins. Mario rolls his eyes.

"money isn't everything." Mario says. DK chuckles.

"that was the best thing you ever taught me by the way." DK chuckles. he shakes his head, pulling into their parking lot. "look, I'm sorry you got hit and knocked into the mud... and I'll pay to replace your book for you, I doubt they'll take this one back even if we dry it out." DK frowns. Mario looks at his book.

"yeah you're probably right, but I'm not worried about it. I told you, I sit out there and watch you because you love football." Mario assures. they get out and head inside, Mario being as careful as he can not to drip mud in the hallway carpet. DK opens the door and moves to let Mario in. "and I'm once again grateful we have linoleum floors." Mario frowns.

"strip down. leave your shoes and hat too." DK says, walking off to get a towel to clean the floor up with. fortunately one of them coming home dirty was a common thing, so stripping in the kitchen is nothing new, they have a system for it and a laundry basket next to the stove just for situations like this.

Mario strips down, tosses his clothes into the basket, even his socks are soaked in mud. there's a pile of mud on the floor when he finally steps away. he leaves muddy footprints on the way to the shower, but he knows DK will get them cleaned up while he cleans himself up.

he steps back out after finally getting all the mud scrubbed off and slips into his pjs, before heading out of the bedroom.

"popcorn is in the microwave. I just started the laundry." DK says, walking out of their small laundry room.

"cool. I'll grab the popcorn, you find a movie." Mario says, heading for the microwave. DK grabs him and pulls him over, looking at his nose.

"you're good?" DK asks. Mario waves him away.

"I'm fine, promise." Mario snorts, heading for the microwave again. DK nods and heads for the living room. Mario may hate football but he loved DK. he didn't care if he got hurt, he'd get back out there at the next practice and keep watching.