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mitchellkaplan:

Mitch couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Killian began to ramble. He’d spent enough time in their shared apartment to get to know both of them very well, and anyone with eyes could see the way Dawson adored Killian. The very idea that she wouldn’t want to share a room with him was almost laughable to Mitch, especially given how his own girlfriend was. He noticed a lot of similarities in the two girls, as far as that was concerned. “You guys should take this room, yeah.” He nodded. “I never really realized it was bigger than your’s, but there’s no reason for us not to have the biggest rooms, right? I mean, you can ask her, but something tells me she likes sharing a space with you, man. Either way, I think I like the idea of fixing up the spare more than getting an extra roommate.” He admitted. “Maybe we could get the girls to help, too. It’d be nice to have something in the house that encourages Wren to come home more…” He always hated when she stayed at the shop or her own place, but eh couldn’t quite find the words to tell her that, without sounding needy and annoying.

“Well, yeah; I was basically living in a closet,” he joked, but there was no denying Jareth’s bedroom had been bigger. “I just want to give her the option.” He cast Mitch a sidelong glance. “Mitch, buddy. You do know she has an apartment of her own and that is her home, right? This isn’t home. I don’t care if you wanna invite her to live here, but since she’s the one to decide to stay at her own place sometimes.”

mitchellkaplan

“Oh, it’s not that small!” Mitch defended though the size difference was certainly noticeable between the two bedrooms. “That’s fair. I mean, if nothing else, it’ll make her feel like she has options, and if for some reasons he does want her own space, she can have a room for herself.” He assured the other man. “No, I know, I just... wish she wouldn’t stay there.” He sighed, voice deflating. “And not just because I like having her here with me. That part of it, don’t get me wrong, but... some of the shit she tells me about her apartment? Makes me not want her there on her own.”

#killian

@mkaplan: if anyone sees me shaking with anticipation today, it's because nintendo announced a pokemon snap remake

#me too mitch

wrendigobird

mitchellkaplan:

Anxiety could be a hell of a thing, and because of it, Mitch had spent a majority of his life wondering if the people he surrounded himself with actually liked or cared about him. He’d been hurt too many times to count, and had a tendency of getting attached to people that would only leave him in the end. He’d been left behind with those feelings, questioning his friends along the way and their true intentions, but it was never like that with Wren. Perhaps it was because the dark haired girl had stood by his side since childhood, but Mitch was convinced that it was because of the way she looked at him. Like she truly couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how much time they spent together. She made him feel like he was special, and loved, and everything he had craved for so long. She never came off as needy, to him, because he needed her just as much.

Being around her was the one sure-fire way to put Mitch’s mind to ease, and as she climbed into his lap, every concern he’d had buried in the back of his head disappeared as easily as his hands moved to rest at her waist. “I do like to swim.” The boy chimed, a crooked grin painted across his features. “And I will never turn down the opportunity to see you in a bikini.” He teased, fingers tugging her a little closer in his lap. “Although,” There was trouble in his tone, and she was sure to know it. “If the quarry’s empty… there’s no real need for a bathing suit.”

While Wren cared for a lot of people in her life, the most important of them all was Mitch, and it had always been like that. She’d spent so many years caring for him and about him, wanting nothing more than to know his mind was at ease. She had struggled when he dated Alaska, doubting fully that he was truly happy and knowing that just by the look on his face; Wren knew Mitch better than anyone else did, and she knew that the day that stopped being true was the day that she no longer existed on this plane. Needless to say, she wanted his attention at all times, and she wasn’t afraid to let him know that, especially now.

The feeling of his hands at her waist made a shy smile spread over the girl’s features, her fingers tickling at the curls just above the base of his neck. “How did I know that me in a bikini would be the selling point?” she teased, pressing closer to him at his prompting. But, catching sight of the look on his face, Wren let her lips tug into a sly smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “It’s like you read my mind,” she muttered, her head dipping so she could kiss the corner of his jaw. “The questions is: will we even make it to the quarry?”

mitchellkaplan

It had been as though the stars had aligned, finally, when Mitch had finally told Wren how he felt about her. He’d spent far too long holding in the feelings he had for her, which only grew more difficult as they grew older. He’d given his heart to somebody that hadn’t treated it well, and even though he knew Wren, loved her even, he had been so terrified of losing the one person that made him feel complete. But, now, he didn’t have a single worry when she was around. Just sitting in the same room as her often brought him a sense of ease he could find nowhere else. He supposed that was what real love was. Finding the person that put your soul at ease, and calmed your very thoughts. As he sat there with her, in the moment, he was certain. His arms around her waist, tugging her closer, the crooked grin on his lips was something he couldn’t have held back if he tried. Wren had him absolutely smitten.

“I am a man, Wren.” He reminded her, chuckling, even as his lips pressed a soft kiss to the girl’s forehead. “A bikini is always going to catch my attention.” Mitch was a fairly well contained man most of the time, a gentleman for the most part. But, he never failed to let his girlfriend know the affect she had on him. “You’re trouble, you know that, woman?” He had broken into soft laughter, before catching her in another kiss, shifting so that she was no longer in his lap, but her back was pressed to the mattress instead, making it easier for him to scatter playful kisses against her skin, fingers moving to her sides to tickle against the fabric of her top. “Do you want to make it to the quarry?” He questioned through laughter, still tickling her.

#wren

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mitchellkaplan·:

“That’s cool.” He said simply, his tone almost lazy. Though, he wasn’t sure what else to say. He could congratulate her, he supposed, but something about that just felt wrong. Like he wasn’t allowed to be happy for her, while he was still holding on to all of that hurt she had caused. He was quiet for a moment, at her question, before letting out a defeated, and clearly frustrated sigh. But, for once, it wasn’t directed at her. It was his feelings. “No, I – I mean, yeah, I did. It’s complicated, I guess.” He rambled, trying to find the words. “I hated you for a really long time, ‘Laska.” He admitted, the nickname rolling off his lips the same way it had when they had been together. “I mean, you broke my fucking heart.” The words were sad, and he had finally peered up from the table to look at her. “I really loved you, when we were together, and.. it took me a long time to deal with that.” He confessed, his voice soft. “But, yeah, I’m… I’m with Wren now, and she’s… God, she’s everything.” He chuckled, sitting back a little in his chair. “I think… I think I’m gonna marry her, actually. Y’know, when the time comes.”

alaska wasn’t really surprised by his feelings for her, especially since the two of them had gone through so much. more specifically, alaska had put mitchell through a lot. she pursed her lips as he spoke, nodding her head slowly to what he said. of course he hated her. why wouldn’t he? “i know.” her voice was soft, not sure what else to say. she’d apologized one thosand times but she knew that didn’t make things any better. “i loved you too. i know it didn’t seem like it, especially since i did what i did and i put you through so much but i did.” she admitted, lifting her shoulders up in a shrug. “either way, you’ve found someone who makes you happy and i’m happy for that. i hope the two of you work out.”

mitchellkaplan

“We just... weren’t right for each other.” He said simply. But, there had been nothing simple about the way she had stomped on his heart, over and over. Nothing simple about the way he had forgiven her just as many times, or how he held onto the idea that one day things would get better between them. He was quiet, studying her features as she spoke, wondering if the girl he had once cared so much about was telling the truth -- and after years of being lied to, he’d decided he could believe her now.”Yeah, I... I’m glad I have her.” He nodded, curled bobbing in the process. “So are you... seeing anyone?” He wondered, half wondering which poor bastard in town would be the next boy she’d hurt.

#alaska

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mitchellkaplan·:

“Oh, are you like… running the studio or something now?” No matter how bad the blood between the two of them ran, nothing could erase the fact that Mitch knew Alaska. He knew her family, and the dreams she had once held close to her. For a while, he was certain he had known her better than she could even comprehend, but that’s just how Mitch was. He loved all or nothing, and when they were together, anyone could see that his entire heart had belonged to the girl. Breaking up and shattering the pieces didn’t just wipe the slate clean. He still knew her. He was quiet once again, before nodding, a sigh falling from his lips in the process. “Yeah, I… hope not either.” He admitted. “It gets… fucking tiring hating somebody.” Hate was a strong word, but it was one he had reserved for the brunette long ago. “I don’t… want to be the guy that hates his ex-girlfriend forever. Especially when my life is actually… pretty fuckin’ good lately.” He huffed, his voice low.

“yeah, i’m running things now.” alaska wasn’t surprised that he didn’t know that. why would he? they weren’t exactly close, not anymore. in fact, she was sure he spent a lot of time avoiding her. which, she understood. she couldn’t hate him for that. in fact, she’d never hated mitch. she pursed her lips, tilting her head to one side as she heard him. of course she knew he wasn’t her biggest fan but she didn’t know he hated her. he had every right to but it still hurt to hear it. “you hate me?” she shouldn’t be surprised, that was for sure. “i am happy for you. i do see your social media posts and i see you found someone you deserve.”

mitchellkaplan

“That’s cool.” He said simply, his tone almost lazy. Though, he wasn’t sure what else to say. He could congratulate her, he supposed, but something about that just felt wrong. Like he wasn’t allowed to be happy for her, while he was still holding on to all of that hurt she had caused. He was quiet for a moment, at her question, before letting out a defeated, and clearly frustrated sigh. But, for once, it wasn’t directed at her. It was his feelings. “No, I -- I mean, yeah, I did. It’s complicated, I guess.” He rambled, trying to find the words. “I hated you for a really long time, ‘Laska.” He admitted, the nickname rolling off his lips the same way it had when they had been together. “I mean, you broke my fucking heart.” The words were sad, and he had finally peered up from the table to look at her. “I really loved you, when we were together, and.. it took me a long time to deal with that.” He confessed, his voice soft. “But, yeah, I’m... I’m with Wren now, and she’s... God, she’s everything.” He chuckled, sitting back a little in his chair. “I think... I think I’m gonna marry her, actually. Y’know, when the time comes.”

#alaska

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mitchellkaplan·:

“You, like… Are you still in school?” He asked curiously. It wasn’t exactly easy to just dive into conversation with her, no matter how well he knew her. Mitch had spent so long with Alaska, convincing himself that one day the hurt and heartbreak would end and that they would have their happy ending, but as he sat across from her now, all he could think of were the bad times. He knew this girl, inside and out, and yet, she felt like a stranger. There was time between them, and histories and secrets, and maybe that’s why he hadn’t left. Whether he liked it or not, Alaska had been important to him, and it wasn’t like Mitch to turn his back on somebody completely, something she probably knew all too well.

“Are things always going to be… so fucking weird, between us?” He couldn’t help but question. “I mean, I know why, but I don’t get why you keep coming back. It’s not like I’m nice to you.” He admitted, brows furrowed in confusion.

“not anymore. i mean, i was for a while but once my aunt handed the dance studio over, i didn’t really see a point anymore. plus, i never really wanted to go to school anyways and so, it kinda worked out.” alaska was surprised he was even asking about her. she figured he didn’t really care and that the only reason he was asking was to be nice and she appreciated that, even if she knew she didn’t deserve it. she wished she never hurt him but she couldn’t go back and all she could do now was grow as a person. she opened her mouth to speak and then clamped it shut before shrugging her shoulders. “i hope not.” she finally answered and then a sigh escaped her lips. “maybe you’re not nice to me but you were a huge part of my life, a huge part i screwed up but regardless, i still care about you even if we’ve both moved on.”

mitchellkaplan

“Oh, are you like... running the studio or something now?” No matter how bad the blood between the two of them ran, nothing could erase the fact that Mitch knew Alaska. He knew her family, and the dreams she had once held close to her. For a while, he was certain he had known her better than she could even comprehend, but that’s just how Mitch was. He loved all or nothing, and when they were together, anyone could see that his entire heart had belonged to the girl. Breaking up and shattering the pieces didn’t just wipe the slate clean. He still knew her. He was quiet once again, before nodding, a sigh falling from his lips in the process. “Yeah, I... hope not either.” He admitted. “It gets... fucking tiring hating somebody.” Hate was a strong word, but it was one he had reserved for the brunette long ago. “I don’t... want to be the guy that hates his ex-girlfriend forever. Especially when my life is actually... pretty fuckin’ good lately.” He huffed, his voice low.

#alaska

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our bodies could be skin on skin and i’d still pull you closer.

#inspo

wrendigobird

mitchellkaplan:

Most days, Mitch found himself absorbed in his work. It was the first time in ages that he’d actually found himself in a job that didn’t make him want to rip his hair out or scream into a pillow. It just worked. But, he had a bad habit of losing track of time, getting lost in whatever story he was building for the day, often going hours before realizing how long he’d truly sat in front of a computer screen. He was thankful for Wren’s interruptions, though. They were the little shove he needed to remind him that there was a life outside of making money and telling tales. A good life, with her and their friends.

He’d hardly needed convincing to spend time with his girlfriend, melting into the soft kiss she’d placed at his cheek. “Hmmm, it’s gonna have to be a good offer.” He teased, his tone evident that he couldn’t possibly tell her no, as he saved his word file and closed his laptop, giving her his full attention now. “What’ve you got in mind?”

She was needier with Mitch than she was with other partners in the past, and it was mostly due to him letting her be needy. Even on the nights where she didn’t feel like she needed much attention, Mitch would come in the room and everything would flip, usually prompting her to try and soak up as much of him as she possibly could. wren felt incredibly lucky, in a sense, knowing how much she loved him and how he returned those feelings completely. And now that he was doing a job that he genuinely loved, it was easier to get a smile out of him, and that was enough to make her feel whole.

“I happen to think it’s the best offer,” she teased, watching from the corner of her eye as he saved his work and shut the laptop. Without hesitation, wren reached forward and slipped the computer out of his lap, making sure it was far enough away before swinging her leg over him and settling in his lap, her arms draping across his shoulder. “I was thinking we could go to the quarry and soak up some of this sunshine. Maybe go swimming?”

mitchellkaplan

Anxiety could be a hell of a thing, and because of it, Mitch had spent a majority of his life wondering if the people he surrounded himself with actually liked or cared about him. He’d been hurt too many times to count, and had a tendency of getting attached to people that would only leave him in the end. He’d been left behind with those feelings, questioning his friends along the way and their true intentions, but it was never like that with Wren. Perhaps it was because the dark haired girl had stood by his side since childhood, but Mitch was convinced that it was because of the way she looked at him. Like she truly couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how much time they spent together. She made him feel like he was special, and loved, and everything he had craved for so long. She never came off as needy, to him, because he needed her just as much.

Being around her was the one sure-fire way to put Mitch’s mind to ease, and as she climbed into his lap, every concern he’d had buried in the back of his head disappeared as easily as his hands moved to rest at her waist. “I do like to swim.” The boy chimed, a crooked grin painted across his features. “And I will never turn down the opportunity to see you in a bikini.” He teased, fingers tugging her a little closer in his lap. “Although,” There was trouble in his tone, and she was sure to know it. “If the quarry’s empty... there’s no real need for a bathing suit.”

#wren

wrendigobird

orinoco flow || mitch&wren

Mondays were her favorite days, and it was for a few reasons, but the main one was getting to spend the day with Mitch. Wren always did her best not to annoy him and get in his space too much, knowing that he was hard at work writing for the blog, but there were some days where she just wanted to be with him. It felt like they couldn’t catch a break these days, and for once she just wanted to close the lid of his laptop and soak up every ounce of his attention and affection that she could. With the weather getting warmer and the sun beating down as much as it was, there was really only one thing she wanted to do with him, and she was prepared to nearly beg for it.

The raven-haired girl was biting at her lip as she entered into their shared bedroom. The shades were drawn to keep the space cool, the air conditioner on full blast to keep it at the temperature she liked best, and she walked slowly as she approached her boyfriend. He looked like he was in full concentration, fingers against his keyboard and eyes focused forward despite her crawling onto the bed next to him. Without any restraint, she pressed herself flush against him, her lips finding his cheek and staying there despite the smile that tugged on them. “Any possible way I can entice you to get away from work for a while and spend time with me?”

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mitchellkaplan

Most days, Mitch found himself absorbed in his work. It was the first time in ages that he’d actually found himself in a job that didn’t make him want to rip his hair out or scream into a pillow. It just worked. But, he had a bad habit of losing track of time, getting lost in whatever story he was building for the day, often going hours before realizing how long he’d truly sat in front of a computer screen. He was thankful for Wren’s interruptions, though. They were the little shove he needed to remind him that there was a life outside of making money and telling tales. A good life, with her and their friends.

He’d hardly needed convincing to spend time with his girlfriend, melting into the soft kiss she’d placed at his cheek. “Hmmm, it’s gonna have to be a good offer.” He teased, his tone evident that he couldn’t possibly tell her no, as he saved his word file and closed his laptop, giving her his full attention now. “What’ve you got in mind?”