#my house is slowly getting more miffyed!!

[getofied]

[letsperaltiago]

don't blame me, love made me crazy

Written upon request for #58 from the 101 fluffy prompts-list:

"We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "

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Every like and reblog is appreciated <3

Also, tried to just... slowly approach smut and idk I’m so scared!! Send help or inspo! 😅🤧

“What was that all about?” Amy complained to her husband as she closed their front door behind them and kicked off her shoes prior to neatly lining them up by the door. Behind her trailed Jake who automatically copied his wife’s actions looking at her with an equal amount of wonder as he didn’t hold the answer for her question. “We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary?” she threw him another question meanwhile her jacket was removed as well, hung on its designated crook to reveal the flowy, burgundy, flower-patterned dress she’d been wearing for the evening at their friend’s house.

“I don’t know, Ames,” he tried to calm her down, which was always easiest if he didn’t make a big deal out of it – when he was calm he had a better chance of rubbing off on her. But alas it had been very clear from the moment the subject had been brought up at the dinner table that Amy was not going to let go of it until resolved: a stubbornness, a will to succeed that Jake deeply admired and loved but also, at times and in some certain contexts, had his apprehensions about.

“Are we that horrible to be around as a couple?” from where Jake had his back turned on the living room as he took off his leather jacket, he could hear Amy slump down onto the couch loudly flaunting her disappointment in what they’d been told tonight.

It, of course, had occurred to them both that they were married. Very much so: everything from all the meticulous planning of the big day to it being completely butchered by a bomb threat to then still getting married in front of the precinct? Oh yes, they were definitely so very married. And they both adored this new take on their love to the moon, probably even further, and back. But at tonight’s monthly Nine-Nine family-dinner, the first since their wedding in May, they’d suddenly been made aware of the fact that the newly attained degree of their relationship had reached a whole new, very specific kind of vibe: They were told that it made their “already borderline sickly affectionate affinity even more intolerable” (quote Rosa) and made them “professionally and personally challenging to be around when together” (Holt’s addition to the matter at hand).

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it like that,” he slumped down, joining Amy on their couch before instinctively slinging an arm around her shoulders both as to comfort her but also by sheer selfishness, because not touching Amy Santiago at all times was a crime. She, just as him not being able to resist her spouse’s touch, leaned into it placing her head in his shoulder. “You know Holt and Rosa. They have their ways of handling emotional subjects, but they never truly mean to hurt or upset anyone.”

“Maybe…” she huffed but her husband’s attempt at convincing and comforting her didn’t seem to be quite enough. She needed the thrill  and satisfaction of a solve, which meant she needed to treat the matter at hand like an open case – an investigation. She abruptly sat up straight automatically causing Jake’s arm to slide off of her “… but I’m pretty sure we didn’t go overboard with anything?” Amy turned her head to look behind her expecting an answer, but her still leaned back, somewhat disturbingly unaffected husband, looked at her with raised eyebrows and discreetly amused eyes. You’d think he’d worry more than he appeared to do, Amy couldn’t help but think…

“Honey, I know you have this need to control everything, which 99% of the time is both admirable and adorable, but right now you’re just riling yourself up about something that isn’t that deep. They all love us and in the end they just want us to be happy. Even if we get a bit lovey-dovey at times,” he confirmed his little explanation with a warm smile.

“I don’t give a hoot, Jake!” Amy exclaimed totally disregarding Jake’s actually pretty reasonable words. “We’re going to run through every second of that dinner and pinpoint every couple-y interaction we’ve had!” She got up and ran towards her little library/office-room.

“We?” Jake questioned mid-yawn, trying to follow her with his eyes until she disappeared into the other room, left behind surprised by his wife’s sudden initiative. A initiative which he appeared to be have been dragged into.

“Yes,” Amy yelled from the other room. “We’re going to write down every single couple-y thing we did at dinner tonight, from the second we walked into Terry’s place to the time we left, and prove that we aren’t that bad!”

Mostly just wanting to give into the tiredness and desire to just go to bed and cuddlee with his wife, but also knowing he wanted to stick to Amy’s side for this, hopefully keeping her tendency spiraling a bay, Jake tiredly rubbed his eyes trying to push aside the incoming feeling of exhaustion. And as if on cue, the second he lied down stretching out on the soft material of their couch, Amy marched back into the living room with notebook and pen in hand. When she sat down on the floor abreast Jake’s head, between the couch and the coffee table placing her appliance on the surface before her, Jake then noticed how she’d pulled her before lose, casual waves into a high pony tail – she nor the magnitude of Amy’s mission was to be messed with.

“Okay, so…”

From his admittedly relaxed and not as intensely engaged position Jake could, by an inch over her shoulder, catch a glimpse of the now open notebook where Amy’s elegant handwriting was preparing a neat list to be filled, appropriately titled List of reasons why we’ve been  “too much”.  Jake chuckled to himself allowing his eyes to rest just a bit, sneak closed, as he of course would stay awake with Amy but physically couldn’t fight his body’s tiredness entirely. Being there physically would surely be good enough.

“Okay, so we arrived at Terry’s house, separately, very important to note…” she scribbled down before continuing, “…since you worked a bit later, thus came directly from work with Charles so we couldn’t have possibly done anything there…” Amy started scribbling down until Jake chimed, or rather muttered, in himself.

“But since I’d missed you for those few hours after you left work, I walked directly over to you and kissed you in front of everyone before saying-“

“Hi, beautiful wife…” Amy finished his sentence quoting the moment from earlier by memory with a defeated voice upon realizing this wouldn’t be a moment in her favor. She quietly wrote it down not feeling like further commenting. “Okay, but that isn’t uncommon for us… or just any couple in general!”

“I know, babe,” Jake yawned.

“So no reason for them to be upset about that… Anyways, then we stood in the kitchen while Terry and Charles finished cooking dinner, had a glass of wine… Pretty innocent if you ask me-“

“Until we touched glasses and toasted to our 23 days as husband and wife before sharing another kiss,” Jake added sheepishly earning himself another discontent grunt prompting the sound of scribbling.  

“Whatever… Let’s move on…”

And thus they did indeed manage to run through every moment, every second, every turning point of the night while Amy dutifully and neatly as always took notes and, internally, realized that she hadn’t really been aware of a lot of the amorous moments between her and Jake - they sort of just happened, naturally, like a consistent love-pattern. Taking up multiple pages of the notebook, the list clearly reflected this, but Amy still seemed somewhat in denial. Or at least right up until she added the final period to wind-up her final bullet point: J jokingly grabbed A’s butt while yelling “Wifey-butt!” when walking to the car after dinner.

“Oh my god…” Amy complained as her body hopelessly slumped back against the couch where Jake was still resting while also being very much dedicated to his wife’s project dismay, since he was the one who 9 times out of 10 would remind her of forgotten moments, stolen kisses and loving gazes she’d forgotten about.

“I can’t believe it,” she twisted her torso as to look at her husband behind her genuinely expecting a horrified expression matching hers alas instead being met by tired, adoring eyes and a grin that was impossible to hide when his wife’s despair upon realization was this cute.

“Why are you smiling?” she frowned mostly frustrated by the situation but also confused by her husband’s lack of shared sentiment.

“We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about,” he mumbled the side of his face pressed against one of their throw pillows. “It’s cute. That’s all.”

Amy immediately felt defensive about the accusation, mostly because she knew he was right but that wasn’t exactly the expected outcome when she’d set up this little private investigation of her. “I have not complained about-“

“Oh, you’re so cute when you try to disguise the truth, babe,” he kept grinning. If there was one thing Jake loved it was teasing. Something he loved even more? Teasing Amy Santiago. And something he loved even more? Teasing Amy Santiago when she was in a miffy mood.

“I’m serious! When have I ever complained about a bit of PDA ever? People can do whatever they want,” she had now fully switched, made a 180 turn, in her seat on the floor and looked directly at her husband with a challenging demeanor. Jake was not about to let an opportunity of this greatness like this slip away that easily: he was definitely going to get the most out of it.

“I know it’s hard to face the truth,” he said nonchalantly, definitely playing her, meanwhile he switched to lie on his back as he let out an exaggerated yawn and laced his fingers together behind his head as extra support – and also to look that more pleased with himself and the situation.  “But the Jake Peralta boyfriend gone husband-experience can do these sort of… crazy things to a woman. It’s totally cool, honey, if you’ve just been unconsciously swept away by the rush of having me as your husband. It’s out of your control and that’s okay.”

As well as Jake knew he could push her buttons Amy knew just as well, if not even better, that there were many ways to knock Jake off his cocky perch. This, suddenly, was much more important than what anyone thought of them, or her trying to solve the matter, because them being those clingy newlyweds she always complained about meant she always had her husband wrapped around her little finger. Perhaps, she had to admit, it was hypocritical of her to think like this, when she’d been the one whinnying about random couples’ #twomonthsofmarriage-posts on Instagram (Like, who cares about your two months of marriage, Karen?), and the one to roll her eyes upon overhearing some random woman mention her husband 23 times during a 5-minute conversation at their local coffee shop: she was now that annoying Instagram-couple and coffee shop-woman, all in one… A supreme-annoyingly clingy-wife.

But coming to the realization that, perhaps, she was a hypocrite was her learning from her mistakes, right? That was a good thing.

Either way she didn’t really care because, from where she was still planted on the floor before him, Amy could physically feel her brain have a change of attitude as it shut out any previous doubts and anxieties about what other thought of their marriage, their way of loving each other, and instead replacing it with the sudden brutish need to, first of all, shut Jake up, and second of all, rebel against exterior opinions about them.

She was definitely turning to her annoying newlywed-ways to make her husband shut up.

“I guess,” her before frantic tone was now suddenly completely gone and replaced by a sultry, confident tone matching the new-sprung darkness in her eyes. “But then this…”

Jake’s before tired demeanor was swallowed along with his pride the second his always beautiful, and also incredibly hot wife, pushed herself off the floor and mounted the couch to straddle his hips, more precisely the exact area where he knew she knew there would be no opposing her, with the sleek movements of a lioness sneaking up on its prey. It especially threw him off even further when she repositioned herself, innocently pretending to ‘just get comfortable’, thus applying just the right sultry movement and amount of pressure to this most vulnerable area.

“I guess this…” she made sure the ‘s’ was clearly hissed directly into his ear as she, leaned down over him, slowly bit by bit, started to build him up by allowing her hips another grinding motion thus sending electricity through his entire body, before rounding off her pending taunt, “… is not in my control either then.”

There were no to make it past Jake’s gaping lips, all caught up in tangles in his suddenly very dry throat, although the hitch in his breath in reaction to the movement of her hips couldn’t’ve escaped her in a million years. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Is it?” she taunted again unbending her torso back up to sit up straight.

His hands which had before been resting carefree behind his head escaped its spot finding a new home on her waist, gently tracing up and down its curves like a potter shaping soft clay into artwork.

“Ames,” he whimpered upon the sensation of feeling her hands being placed on top of his to guide them downwards, past the narrowest part of her curvature, and fixed on the fullest part of her hips – where she wanted them to be. For now, that is. By instinct, being very familiar with his favorite kind of handful, Jake’s fingers dug into the fabric-clad flesh not caring whether or not he’d leave marks: her uniform would surely cover it in the morning.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I can control it when you’re around me, husband,” she definitely felt his body quiver at his still somewhat new title and, God, how sinful of a meaning that simple word had suddenly gained in the moment. Having fulfilled their duty of guiding him to where she wanted his touch, Amy’s hands made their way off of his before torturously sliding up his torso to play with the first, top button of his dark green flannel – one of her favorites on him… and, of course, off. Meeting her secret expectations his hands reacted to her undressing him by sliding his hands down further behind her to then, instead of her waist, grab the curve of her ass, additionally allowing himself to pull her abdomen into a soft motion against him in the desperate need of the friction she’d already given him a foretaste of. Pride was not a thing he contained much of around Amy Santiago-Peralta: was he going to let her make him unravel at the seams so easily? Absolutely. Would he be down for whatever direction she planned on taking this in? Without a doubt, even if it meant just making out followed by some cuddling, although he was currently rock hard and internally praying that she wouldn’t stop the course of things any time soon.

Her fingers popped the last button of his flannel, and with a simple look, she wordlessly ordered him to sit up straight, which he dutifully did, thus allowing her to push the fabric off of his broad shoulders before proceeding to abandon it on the floor. It might’ve been her favorite flannel on him but she liked it even more on the surface of their carpet. Thinking that she had full control of the situation, Amy was definitely startled at the sensation of Jake’s teeth taking a bite into the sensitive skin of her neck, the extra tender area right beneath where her jaw met the side of her throat and whether it was what he’d set out to do or not, he surely extracted a long, deep sigh from her now, between the fondling and the bites, much more agitated body. Seemed as if Jake Santiago-Peralta was back on track after being knocked off his feet for a moment, and though she did immensely enjoy having the upper hand, there was something about Jake fighting his way back to dominance that undeniably had her body feel some kind of way.

She obviously couldn’t, it being physically impossible, see it for herself but oh how she could feel the way her husband’s teeth and lips were painting colorful love-bruises on her more than usual tan and crisp skin (Thank you very much, 2 week honeymoon in Mexico). Although, before her mind could wander off to create a mental top 5-list of most effective ways to hide said up and coming hickeys, her awareness shifted to the feeling of her husband’s purposive hands grabbing the skirt of her dress, pulling it up to bundle droopily around her waist, and earning him a tiny hitch in her throat to be felt where his teeth were still attached to her.

All the teasing, the control she’d gained in counter to his cockiness, had with the snap of the fingers dissolved into the shameless abandoning of herself, giving in to the fervor he so powerfully incited within her.

“Stop worrying,” he slowly ran his hands up under the bundled material before redirecting his hands back to hold onto the soft pulp of her ass, this time the only barrier being the fabric of her panties, earning him a tiny squirm telling him she slowly began to unravel at the seams – just for him. His lips targeted a new area: hers. “You’re my wife. I’m your husband. No one gets to decide what can and can’t do.”  

As if to enhance his point, making sure she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, there was a brief moment where he drew back just a few inches to look directly into her eyes with passion still burning in his. Meanwhile one hand had left her behind and instead purposefully grabbed her jaw, making sure to keep the grip somewhat soft as to not hurt her but still firm enough to make sure she would look back.  If he hadn’t had a certain agenda in mind he would’ve let the image before him bring him to his knees: Amy, messy hair, swollen lips, dark eyes, ruffled and barely holding on dress. But he had to stay firm and focused. His hand didn’t let go of her jaw and she dutifully complied deeply turned on by the discourse of the events and this persona Jake had chosen to bring out. Usually she loved having the upper hand during sexy timez, but somehow, seeing how Jake was handling her when her mind was spinning out of control, his sudden craving for dominance came like a blessing in disguise.

His lips crashed with hers, and being distracted like she was by his mesmerising dominant persona, it took her by both storm and surprise thus not being able to hold back a pure, honest moan holding so much pleasure. Only the way his fingers teasingly traced the lace on the edge of her panties could come near taking her attention away from what, in the moment, felt like her life’s hottest kiss.

“Understood?” he breathed into her lips barely able to with the lack of air in his lungs. She nodded grasping desperately at the soft white fabric of his undershirt.

“Good,” he growled, pleased by the newfound wet fabric between his wife’s legs meaning he was certainly doing something right: he had her exactly where he wanted her, both physically and mentally, and he had his now slick fingers as proof.

“Now,” he continuously toyed with the fabric, feeling up her heat before slowly edging the pantie as far down as her bent legs straddling him would allow. “You’re going to rip that list out of your notebook… ” his lips slid away from hers redirecting to nibble on her ear lobe. “Then you’re going to throw it out… ” a kiss to the shell of her ear followed behind, setting up his final act of persuasion. She was so far gone under the influence of his touch that she didn’t even care to disagree with having to throw out 20 minutes dedicated research, ink from her favorite pen and quality paper from one of her best notebooks.

“… and then your husband is going to take you to your bedroom and fuck you so hard you’ll forget the others even said anything at all. I’ll make sure you never complain about being newlyweds ever again.”

[zach-the-fox]

Furiends Episode 9: Search for Justice

Darkness still covers across the entire land. The town of Heroto fights off the black night with their lights to brighten their homes and guide their way on the roads and sidewalks. However, only few wander the streets at late hours. Drab figures move passed the spectators patrolling the streets, hiding behind the houses. Each silhouette is in the shape of animals. They move quickly through the night. The dark figures reach a large, one-story, brick building standing atop of a hill. They collect at the back before proceeding further. Inside, they can see the four animals they had encountered previously, gathering by the desk area.

The wolf grunts as he holds an ice pack on the spot between his legs. “That damn flawed fox and his freaky friends… If only we had- Ugh!”

“We’ll catch them, Jay,” Cindy assures him, holding her side. “They’ve couldn’t have gone far. It’s not like they can leave Heroto, either.”

“Yeah,” agrees Kenji. “Those kids have homes and families, don’t they? Sooner or later, they’re going to have to go back for them, and then we’ll have them. We’ll go and-”

Miffy rushes into the room. “Guys! We’ve got trouble on the far side of town!”

Cindy looks to her. “Is it those flawed fox brats? If not, this better be something important.”

“So then, Capital Corp is not important?”

Jay gasps. “Capital Corp?! Again?! We better get going!” He grunts more. Cindy aides him. “I’m fine! I can handle it!” The four animals rush out and set their security features as they leave. The darkened animals watch around the corner as the hero group travels away. Two of the figures use their sharp nails to cut a hole through the glass before a tall shadow comes to take the popped-out piece away. They slowly go through, one-by-one. Then, they freeze, noticing the fields of red laser beams pointing around the room. Within a few seconds, the lights deactivate, allowing the friends to proceed and go room-by-room. They search around the entire place, from the barracks, to the kitchen, to the hangout area, and to the bathrooms, checking everything, before meeting in the hangout room area.

“Nothing,” reports Hatboy. “It looks to be like a regular home. Not even anything on their computers say anything.”

“Ooo!” Carly grabs the middle-left book on the shelf. “A book about drawing superhero characters!” As she pulls it out, the book stops halfway out of the shelf. Then, the entire furniture shifts to the side, opening up a passageway downstairs. “Oh, will you look at that?”

“Nice work, Carly,” comments Emmy. “Pretty smart.” The cat smiles. The friends enter through, descending stairs, and down the hallway, where they come into a humongous space with metal walls and floors built about. Several gadgets, widgets, and gizmos are placed by a table near an area where pictures of the fox in the blue bandana are plastered on the walls by the weapons arsenal, some with holes and marks while by the melee and sword station a straw dummy of him is displayed. “Holy…” She turns to Zach. “They really don’t like you very much…” Zach sighs. “Hey, don’t worry about it.”

“Are these Team Rescuers’ gadgets?” Hatboy asks. “I haven’t seen any of these before…”

“They must be new technologies they’re working on.”

“Ooh!” Brook runs over and puts on a black cloak and hood. “Behold! Super Brook!” She places her paws on her hips. “Sworn to protect all of Heroto!”

Emmy takes a sword from the table beside the dummy. “This is a nice sword!” She wields her weapon. “Look at me! I’m a superhero! Hiya!” She whacks the dummy with it. “Awesome!” Emmy then investigates a pair of goggles sitting on a pedestal. “Hm, I wonder what Team Rescuers uses these for.” She puts on the goggles from the pedestal on, looks around the room. “Whoa! These goggles are amazing! They can allow you to see different visions!” She touches the dial on the side and scrolls through everything. “Nice!” After a few seconds, she removes them. “I like these goggles!”

Carly is next to come over, examining a paintbrush with rainbow colors on its bristles. “What a lovely looking paintbrush. I wonder what Team Rescuers is using this for. I can see myself painting a lovely rainbow with this.” The cat traces her new tool in the air, imagining the drawing. As she drags the paintbrush in empty space, colored lines appear and the rainbow she imagined spawns. “Oh whoa! No way! A paintbrush that makes things appear when you draw them? This is what I need! It’ll be great with my speed powers, too!”

Zach approaches a big computer against the wall. “Huh…” He sits at the desk and turns on the machine. “I wonder what they keep on the computers. Probably stuff about me… Let’s see…” Upon activation, the fox navigates around the desktop and pulls up a video. “Hey guys! You all might want to look at this!” The gang gathers around him before he plays the video. Team Rescuers are shown in the video with a hooded figure.

“The flawed fox and his friends were at the laboratory,” says Jay. “I say we go find them all and take them in.”

“That won’t be necessary,” says the robed character. “I’ve got a better idea with how we can be rid of them all.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are still explosive chemicals in the ruined lab, right?” The group nods. “Well, we can make it look like they were there to take those chemicals to use them.” The four ask what the hooded figure means. “The flawed fox despises the orphanage, right? We’ll set him and those oafs up by blowing a section of the building up.”

“Blow up the orphanage?” repeats Miffy. “That’s very extreme! What about the kids?!”

“The kids are not going to be harmed. I will place them all in an area far away from the blast area, but I will need to make it look like it really was an attack. After the explosion sets off, I will put some of them back with makeup and fake injuries on. That should convince the public they’ve been targeted deliberately.”

“It’s a brilliant plan,” Kenji tells the figure. “I can add to that, too. I can give the illusion that those flawed friends were there.”

“That’s good,” the hooded figure goes. “I know how much you guys hate him. I do, too. He and his friends won’t be a bother to us anymore once this is done. People will want him and the others dead.”

“Thank you, Mom,” says the wolf.

Emmy clenches her hoofs into fists. “Those ungrateful pieces of… I can’t believe they would do this!”

“Well, now we know Team Rescuers are nothing but frauds,” Zach utters. “And Jay’s mother, the headmaster of the orphanage, is the mastermind. They were the ones who set us up. I can’t believe I looked up to them…”

“We’ll get them back for this, Zach,” Carly tells him. “They won’t get away with it!”

“Hey, look at this!” Brook exclaims. The gang pivot to the bird as she holds out documents she fished out from the cabinet beside. “I found these articles… They have our information on them. Our addresses, our relatives, and pictures of us. Stalker alert…”

“I don’t believe it!” Hatboy exclaims. “They’ve been watching us the whole time, trying to come up with a way to get not only Zach kicked out, but us as well.”

“That’s not all,” Zach adds, searching the computer more. “There are more plans to attack other parts of the city, including the square. That won’t happen while we know. We will make sure their acts of terror are brough to an end.”

“And how will we do that?” asks Carly. “Everyone thinks we’re the ones that blew up the orphanage.”

“Not if we expose the truth.” Emmy continues. “Zach, save this video on a flash drive.”

“I don’t see a flash drive anywhere,” Zach responds.

“Wait.” Carly paints the air with the brush and spawns a flash drive in her palm. She then hands it to the fox, who plugs it in and saves the video onto it, as well as other files.

Zach takes out the flash drive and shuts the computer off. He looks at the survallence system to see four animals inbound. “Team Rescuers are coming back! We should go now!”

“Not just yet,” Emmy claims. She looks at all of the equipment around the room. “Let’s take everything here from them!”

“I love this!” Brook follows the warthog’s lead, as does everyone, taking all of the gadgets and tools, stuffing them into their bags. The gang then head up from the secret area, then close it off with the bookcase. They then run out the open window and flee from the area. “Haha!” she laughs. “We’ve got all of their goodies! Payback!”

“Not quite,” claims Emmy. “It’s not payback until we really take them down. Which is why we’re going to expose them and get rid of them once and for all!” She turns to the glass window beside her and stares into it, looking at some superhero costumes on display. “And I’ve got an idea of how we’re going to play it all out.” The others look to see what she means. “Carly, still got that magic paintbrush?”

“Yep.” The cat holds up her painting tool.

“When we get back to our headquarters, I’m going to need you to make some costumes for us.” She smiles at her.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll draw it for you.” Carly reflects the warthog’s expression.

@carlycmarathecat​ @emmy-the-absolute-goof​ @bendy-bear-15​

[ari-arrivederci]

Trade I did with @mastergaignun! They gave me permission to share this piece of writing on my blog, and they have shared their part of the trade on their blog and I highly recomend you check that out too! Their art work is beautiful, and if you like what you say, maybe give them a follow and check out their other art!

Here is my part of the trade! It’s about Rohan receiving a Miffy from them in redards to landing the role as the narrator of Miffy (It’s a real thing btw, Sakuri does the voice over for Miffy and it is amazing!)

Rohan is always up for a challenge. He loves to experiment and is always looking for new experiences he could somehow incorporate into his manga. He wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity presented to him; being the new narrator for Miffy.

He was rather proud of himself too, and somewhat delighted when he told his lover, Maes about his new achievement. They were happy for him of course, and decided how they were going to congratulate him.

With Rohan going back to work on his Manga, he gave Maes a small kiss on their head - a simple, yet loving gesture, one that left Maes feeling giddy and warm.

As soon as Rohan shut his door, Maes put their plan into action, quietly slipping out of the house to a nearby gift shop, hoping it had what they were in search of.

Maes was lucky really. News of Rohan’s new role would soon get out, and it was likely the popularity of Miffy would soon rise, and any merchandise associated with the character would soon be flying off of the shelf.

Maes made sure to snag a plush of the small bunny, and for a moment admired how cute it was with the distinctive, ‘X’ for a mouth. After hunting around for a congratulatory card, it was time to make the purchase.

It was a small and simple gift, after all, the man who can have anything and everything is not so easy to buy for, but this gift was mischievous and meaningful.

Lovingly placed into a small, silver gift bag, and concealed by a layer of silver tissue paper was a plush toy of Rohan’s new friend, Miffy. Maes was rather pleased, and eagerly made their way home to present the gift.

Rohan was still in office when they arrived, but he was taking a quick to look over the script he had been given. With it being aimed at children, the words, and way he was expected to speak was a far cry from how he usually is.

Before Maes had returned home, he had tried a few voices, and read the script aloud to himself - though an audience of some description would be far better, and able to give him the feedback he needs in how to improve.

Maes knocked quietly onto the office door, knowing the sound of the wood echoed throughout Rohan’s office. They didn’t need to knock, and Rohan had told them so, but he still appreciated their politeness.

“How’s work going my darling?” Maes said cheerfully, greeting their lover with a smile, and making sure the gift bag was well hidden behind their back.

Rohan swivelled his chair around to face them, script in one hand, and his hand resting upon the other, “I finished for today, so I’m looking over the script,” he said, fanning himself the booklet he had been sent.

“Well, I got you a little something, to congratulate you on your new role!” Maes could hardly hold in their excitement, as they strutted over to Rohan and thrusting the bag to him.

He was pleasantly surprised, and accepted the bag from them, “You really didn’t have to get me anything, Maes,” he says to them, despite genuinely appreciating their gift.

He slowly pulled back the paper, enjoying every crinkle it makes - setting a more suspenseful atmosphere. He can see Maes is dying for him to open it, but he rather likes to take his time, if only to tease them a little.

The look on his face when he finally saw what Maes got for him is one of pure confusion, followed by irritation and embarrassment. He can see his lover smirking out of the corner of his eye, only making him more humiliated.

Despite outwardly appearing to dislike the gift, he loves the sentiment, and even Maes knows that as soon as their back is turned, Rohan will put it on his desk; with its purpose to be a ornament. Or so Maes thought anyway.

“Well, I suppose I should thank you. Now, I really must get back to work,” he utters to them in his usual dismissive tone. Maes is rather used to Rohan and his seemingly cold nature by now, though even they can clearly see the redness on Rohan’s cheeks, as he places the bag onto his desk.

Maes quietly takes their leave, feeling rather satisfied with how it all went down. They know roughly what time Rohan will be ready to eat, even with his alarming lack of anything resembling a schedule, he seems to have pretty consistent times for eating. Maes knows all too well that he’s simply end up forgetting to eat if not for them, and this goes to prepare dinner.

Rohan listened out for Maes’s footsteps, hearing them become quieter the further away they got from his office. As soon as he deemed it to be safe enough, he quietly reached for the bag again, this time taking out the small Miffy plush.

Her fur was soft and pleasant to touch - almost relaxing in a way. The more he looked at her, the more he fell in love. He felt inspired, and began to start reading his lines again, this time to the plush toy; using her to act out the actions he was narrating.

His voice was softer, and a lot less sarcastic. He sounded loving, and as if he was speaking to his own child. It sounded nothing like his usual tone, but it still sounded natural, and pure.

He played around with Miffy for a while, going over his script and practicing with her until he was confident enough to try without the script. Rohan was confident he’d memorised it enough, and started again from the top.

He introduced Miffy to the audience, which happened to be his Heavens Door, and began to describe what Miffy was doing, along with talking to her and the audience. He smiled and soon enough, he stopped following the script at all, and began doing his own thing.

Miffy and Heavens Door were playing together, with Rohan describing their game of hide-and-seek, occasionally giving a soft laugh whenever Miffy or his stand hid somewhere that was far from practical.

“Miffy, where is Heavens Door?” he as the plush in a soft tone. When it came for Miffy to speak, Rohan put on a voice for her too. It was a higher tone, but sounded soft and sweet. Rohan’s conversation with her lasted a bit until he directed her towards his stand’s hiding place.

While cleaning around at the bottom of the stairs, Maes could hear just about everything Rohan was saying. They’d never imagined Rohan being able to use a voice like that, and with it sounded so natural too.

Maes stood back and listened to their boyfriend goofing off for a while before slowly creeping up the stairs to get a better look. They half expected to be caught almost immediately – it’s not easy to pull the wool over Rohan’s eyes or creep up on him.

He was so engrossed with his little game, he didn’t even notice Maes quietly making their way over to the door of his office, and peering around for a better look. Rohan was waving Miffy’s arms in excitement as she had finally found Heaven’s Door.

It was a side of Rohan not even Maes had seen before, with his almost childlike innocence. He continued to play around with the plush and his stand, before finally going back to his script, and reading over it a few more times. Once without the plush, and once with the plush doing the actions.

He has his stand help him of course, with it being the one to move Miffy around as Rohan narrated her actions in accordance to the script. His run through was perfect, and he was certainly proud of himself.

His pride turned to embarrassment when he heard Maes applauding him. He’d been caught in the act, and was in complete shock. He fumbled to turn to see his lover, and try his best to hide his crimes. It was too late, Maes as already seen what he was up to.

Seeing the smile on their face only made Rohan’s turn a darker shade of red. He considered using his stand ability to erase the memory of what Maes had saw, saving at least some of his dignity; it was tempting, but seeing their face light up, and their bright smile made it impossible. Rohan couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“How much of that did you see?” Rohan inquired, raising his brow at Maes. It was hard to take him seriously in that moment, and Maes couldn’t decide between answering him seriously, or teasing him some more.

“I saw enough,” they replied. Rohan turned to grab the plush from his desk, and began to approached Maes, presenting them with the plush, “I think, Miffy wants to play with you now,” he said to them, reaching to peck their cheek.

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Couples stunning Cardiff home crowned BBCs Best House in Town

A couple whose surprise semi-detached house was named BBC One’s Best House in Town have shared their top tips on transforming your home. 

Miffy and Gareth Shaw, from Cardiff, appeared on the series last month and blew viewers away with their stunning three-bed home – which looks like a standard semi-detached from the outside. 

The Welsh home has been lovingly restored by interior designer and 39-year-old mother Miffy Shaw, and builder husband Gareth.

Speaking about the win as she shared her interiors advice, Miffy admitted: ‘I don’t know why I’ve won to be honest, I just do what I do, but I’m really proud and thankful.

‘People have said they think I’ve won because my house is unique but that’s quite a weird thing to hear because surely everybody’s house is unique.’

1. Find inspiration everywhere 

Miffy and Gareth Shaw, from Cardiff, appeared on the series last month and blew viewers away with their stunning three-bed home – which looks like a standard semi-detached from the outside. Their living room, complete with exposed brick wall juxtaposed with a teal blue statement wall is pictured

The interior designer is very clear on where people can find her style inspiration: everywhere.

Miffy says: ‘Everything influences me. If a girl walks past my in Tesco and I spot a handbag or jacket in a nice color or material or we go out for food in a cafe and they’ve done great lighting, I take note.’

The mum says there’s no better inspiration than nature itself, the colours and textures she sees just taking their French bulldog Tugboat out for walks.

2. Tie the look together

To create flow within your home, then there need to be particular elements running through the property to tie the ‘look’ together, the hallway and first floor is pictured 

Even though the frames are different styles and sizes, they are all curated under the banner of gold, black and wood, so giving the display a subtle continuity see in the hallway

The home, pictured, looks like a standard semi-detached from the outside

To create flow within your home, then there need to be particular elements running through the property to tie the ‘look’ together, but Miffy says that doesn’t mean you have to be shackled by your style.

Colours, textures, surfaces, flooring and lighting can all assist in bringing harmony to a room and a home, even if your interior design style is eclectic.

The photo display in the hallway and up the stairs, although at first glance may seem random, each item’s spot has been carefully considered.

Even though the frames are different styles and sizes, they are all curated under the banner of gold, black and wood, so giving the display a subtle continuity.

Thinking about flow and continuity before a decorating can be a worthwhile step, if you are patient enough to do the research and source ideas that work for your home.

In Miffy’s home the consistent use of flooring, texture, pattern and colour in key areas all assist to create a structured design journey through the home, including the use of navy and wood in the kitchen/diner and the garden, visually connecting the two areas.

3. Don’t be afraid of dark colours

Miffy’s home is the main bedroom, where the stormy, dark grey is used continuously throughout the room, is an example of use of dark colours

One aspect of Miffy’s house that many homeowners may be a little nervous to copy is the use of dark colours.

Incorporated into a colour scheme successfully, dark colours can add drama, create atmosphere and act as a striking background to key interior design features.

One stand out example in Miffy’s home is the main bedroom, where the stormy, dark grey is used continuously throughout the room.

It’s on the walls, the ceiling, the floor and the cupboards. It creates a strong contrasting backdrop for the collection of metallic mirrors, gold leaf design light fitting and warm wood furniture.

Miffy says: ‘I’m obsessed by dark and moody colours, creating atmosphere.  In the bedroom I found the wallpaper and it all developed from that.’

4. Break things up a little

In daughter Frankie’s room the dark accent colour is burgundy but Miffy has used it only above the picture rail and on the ceiling, creating a cosy feel to the room but without overwhelming it

In daughter Frankie’s room the dark accent colour is burgundy but Miffy has used it only above the picture rail and on the ceiling, creating a cosy feel to the room but without overwhelming it.

The mono, pattern wallpaper below the picture rail allows the room to breathe and for Frankie’s treasured possessions to take centre stage.

The navy kitchen / diner continues the dark colour theme, but Miffy has been clever to break it up with a variety of tactile textures, light colours and eye-catching curios.

She says it took some courage using dark colours, but laughs: ‘We thought, if the worst comes to the worst and we don’t like it, we can always paint over it!’

5. Source reclaimed materials to decorate on a budget

The dining table scaffolding boards appear again as the tactile structural element of the kitchen island 

Miffy and husband Gareth have been very budget clever with interior design of their home.

The table is made from leftover scaffolding boards, built onto the legs of a snooker table found whilst rummaging through a reclamation yard.

The chairs are all mismatched, each with its own design story, that have been given to the couple or found in charity shops. Ideal for a family home, there’s no drama when they get bashed and disrespected.

The dining table scaffolding boards appear again as the tactile structural element of the kitchen island.

6. Use industrial materials – but soften them 

The outside space sees wooden benches and a brick wall featuring a built in fire an dwood storage, softened by a pond and green plants

When it came sourcing a kitchen worktop, the couple were hoping for marble but it wasn’t in the budget.

The resourceful pair decided to look into the possibility of using concrete, long before it became accessible to standard suburban homes.

Miffy explains: ‘I wanted different textures and concrete in a semi was quite a new concept back then. I love it, it’s rough and rugged. It was accessible for us; we couldn’t afford marble so this was perfect.

‘I designed the bathroom double sink too and the countertop company had a go at trying to make it. It was the first one they made, now they do them for Nandos!’

The industrial light fittings, scaffolding, metal and exposed brick wall are all softened by Miffy’s introduction of soft textures and tactile furnishings.

She says: ‘I would describe my style as eclectic, sort of DIY rustic. It’s organic in that I love wood, stone, leather and natural materials like rattan.’

Milly, seen in the sitting room, says: ‘I would describe my style as eclectic, sort of DIY rustic. It’s organic in that I love wood, stone, leather and natural materials like rattan.’

Wool, wood, china, glass, house plants and flowers all add to the softening accessories and furnishings and ensure this home continually looks warm, inviting and comfortable.

The couple have had many inspiring design ideas whilst doing up their property, but one of the most inventive is probably moving the kitchen door further into the hallway, so the under stairs space could be incorporated into the kitchen design.

The continual use of the same flooring from the kitchen/diner out onto the patio means that there is a visual flow through from the indoor to the outdoor spaces, even when the bi-fold doors are closed.

Even wood log storage has been considered, with a long, eye-catching alcove carved into the lounge chimney breast as a place to pop the firewood. All genius ideas, and all ideas you can pinch for your home.

7. Plan your look – but don’t be afraid to change

In daughter Frankie’s room Miffy knew she wanted burgundy and mustard, but the inspiration for the wallpaper came from the pattern of a puffer fish

And when planning a room makeover, it’s all about the planning, isn’t it? Yes, but Miffy also believes that a room’s personality should continue to grow.

The Welsh home has been lovingly restored by interior designer and 39-year-old mother Miffy Shaw and builder husband Gareth

She explains: ‘When I think I know what I would like in a room, I have found my influences, I will start making mood boards and initially find different versions of the look I want on Pinterest.

‘But I’m more of a grower, things come to me slowly and ideas start growing and changing.

‘All the rooms have started from different inspirations with the core being that you have to love it.

‘So in the bedroom I found the wallpaper and it all developed from that.’

In daughter Frankie’s room Miffy knew she wanted burgundy and mustard, but the inspiration for the wallpaper came from the pattern of a puffer fish.

She says: ‘It’s a growing process I don’t do it all in one go, I start collecting things.

‘So I suggest people begin with a favourite picture, a lovely rug or a comfy sofa, use whatever you love to inspire you, and it all comes from that – pick out different colours and textures from your beloved item and build it from there.

‘The key is to make it personal to you.

‘My house doesn’t usually look like this, it usually has an ironing board in it, washing hanging around; it’s real life, but I fill it with the stuff that I love – surely that’s what your home’s all about?’

The three-bed semi-detached home, seen before its transformation, has been lovingly restored by interior designer Miffy Shaw and builder husband Gareth

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