#no fireplace and a wall-mounted tv clean

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New York Living Room

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Miami Formal

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Enclosed Living Room

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Family Room - Open

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Pseudonymtumblr sent this 2005 home in Pacific City, OR b/c, ironically, the architect was going for maximum natural sunlight. At first look, it's pretty dank looking, isn't it? 4bds, 3ba, 2,321 sq ft, $1,799,999 + $25mo. HOA. Look at how the sand washed up to the parking area.

Even though the living room sofa faces the ocean and a wall of windows, it's not really that light. It was designed by Organic Architect Robert Harvey Oschatz.

The architect's design had entertaining in mind.

Interestingly angled fireplace wall opens up to reveal the TV.

"The home's design, characterized by repeating 12-degree angles, creates a dynamic interplay of sunlight and space, casting playful rainbows throughout its rooms."

The kitchen features bird's eye maple cabinets, rough-hewn granite countertops, and a hand-blown jellyfish chandelier illuminating the dining area.

Gee, that's a very high pot filler faucet. It's so high, that the microwave had to be mounted elsewhere under the cabinets.

The primary bedroom is furnished completely with built-ins.

The primary bath isn't very light- it actually looks like the Black Hole of Calcutta and the wall is closing in.

Bedrooms 2 & 3 don't have windows, except from above.

Bath #2. I'm not feelin' the little toilet side table thingy, although it could come in handy. I'm thinking of it from a cleaning standpoint, though.

The 4th bd. has built-in bunks.

Boring bath. $1.8m for a house and not even a tile bath. Plus, the counter looks like laminate.

One-piece fiberglass alcove tub. Come on, now.

Outdoor shower and drinking fountain. That's different.

What a teeny patio- there's too much sand, right up to the house. Pseudonymtumblr says: "The architect per the blurb was going for max sunlight and views, but instead has created 12 degree angles that slowly drive the inhabitants mad until the Sea reclaims what is Hers."

You can put outdoor seating in this area in front of the house.

These homes are very close to the ocean. 7,405 sq ft lot.

Looks like a ditch in the sand, so maybe the ocean came up this close, at some point. What do you think? A $1.8m mistake or a good investment?

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/34510-Ocean-Dr_Pacific-City_OR_97135_M19868-45328

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same time next week? (Law college au)

summary: feeling more anxious than ever, you find yourself seeking help from Luffy’s med student friend, someone you've never had the chance to meet before

warnings: fluff, swear words, slight mention of prescriptions, mentions of smoking weed/vaping/CBD, slight mention of drinking (be responsible y’all!), law keeps his place TIDYYY you can’t tell me otherwise, implied plug!law lol

word count: 1337

MDNI

You don’t want to do this.

You stand at this random person’s door, double-checking your phone to ensure you’re at the right apartment number that Luffy gave you. Nervousness tightens your chest. What's the worst that could happen? A simple 'no'? But then again, you've never met this man; anything could happen. Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to knock but are interrupted by a text.

From: Luffy 

“He’s not that bad, I swear! You’ll get along just fine.”

Easy for him to say, you think, shutting off your phone with a sigh. He could befriend a wall if he tried. After shutting off your phone, you turn to the door. As you finally go to knock, the door swings open abruptly, revealing a man in a penguin hat holding a trash bag. 

Not noticing your presence, the strange man collides into you. You stumble back as he falls, the bag ripping open, trash spilling all over. Groaning, he sits up, then realizes what - or who - he just ran into. “Oh shit… ARE YOU OKAY?” he exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

Stepping back from the spilled trash, you reply, “I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t move out of your way.” You then offered to help clean up, but he shakes his head at you and waves off your apology. “Why were you standing outside our door anyways? You lost or somethin’?”

Before you could respond, another figure steps out from the apartment - a tall, tattooed man in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your eyes widen at the sight of him. This man is very, very attractive and catches you off-guard, fueling your anxiety. You start to blush.

He sighs at the scene before him. “You had one job,” he mutters to the first man, who can only laugh. After bickering back and forth about the mess in the hallway, the trash-covered man turns to you with a smile.

“Whatcha need, sweetheart? My name's Penguin” With a shaky smile, you introduce yourself and add, “I’m looking for a Trafalgar Law? My friend Luffy mentioned-" 

“That’s me. Call me Law.” The gorgeous man interrupts. His smirk doesn’t help your pounding heart as he invites you inside, telling his roommate to clean up the mess.

Walking into the apartment was like walking into a magazine. The place is unexpectedly pristine, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. “Woah…” You say to yourself while looking around. The living room is spacious, featuring a sleek black leather couch and a TV mounted above a fireplace. How can a couple of college kids afford this place?

Another guy emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “I know right? Law’s basically an interior designer. If becoming a doctor doesn’t work out, you’ll definitely see him on HGTV or whatever that home design channel is.” You laugh, feeling your nerves slightly disappear. Law dismisses the comment with a glare and leads you to his room. "Don't mind Shachi, he loves to be an ass."

You follow him down a hallway, and he opens a door on the left, ushering you inside his room. You murmur a soft "thank you" as you step inside, taking in the neatly arranged space. Aside from a desk cluttered with medical books and papers, everything is meticulously tidy. You slowly scan the room, absorbing the details, while he settles into a chair at his desk. As you admire a collection on his shelf, you notice something familiar.

“Is that the ‘Sora, Warrior of the Sea’ collection?” You look closer to double check, and smile when you realize that you’re right. He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then clears his throat. “Yeah, been collecting them for a while. You read?” You mention how you and your brother, Sanji, grew up reading them together. He nods, not saying anything further.

After a few beats of silence, you realize that you forgot why you were there in the first place. Panicking, you start to stutter. “I- uh. Um..” He cocks his head at you, waiting to hear what you were trying to say. You feel yourself getting flustered again and widen your eyes. “Uh-”

“Luffy mentioned something about you needing my help? What can I do for you?” His expression was unreadable, yet he seemed to be listening intently.

You inhale deeply, gathering your thoughts before you start speaking. "Since starting college, my anxiety has worsened, and it’s hard to afford prescribed medication with my tight budget," you explain. "I mentioned exploring alternatives like weed to Luffy, and he suggested that I talk to you. Is there any way you can help me?" You stand there, gripping at your purse. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea; your nerves kick in again and you feel like running away from embarrassment.

Law nods and turns to his desk, pulling open a drawer to retrieve a vape pen, which he extends towards you. You take it, examining the unfamiliar device with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Seeing your puzzled expression, Law asks, "Have you ever smoked or vaped before?" You shake your head. "No, I only drink when I go out."

He hums thoughtfully and gestures for you to hand it back. "Let me show you how it works, then." He carefully demonstrates how to use the vape pen, explaining each step as he goes, before handing it back to you. "Ready to give it a try?" Despite your hesitation, you nod. Law's demeanor instills a sense of trust, but the nerves are still there—after all, this is your first time smoking.

“You’ll probably cough quite a bit on your first try, but don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ve got some water ready if you need it,” he reassures you. You nod, feeling your palms begin to sweat.

You bring the pen up to your mouth, and inhale. The feeling was weird and very foreign, but not so bad. Immediately after, you feel a horrible burning sensation in your lungs and throat and start coughing. 

God, how embarrassing. Law quickly grabs his glass of water and hands it to you and you drink it immediately, thankful for his preparedness. After a couple of minutes, and a refill of water later, you finally start to calm down. You look over at Law and see him smirking. “So, how was your first hit?” he asks.

“What do you think?” you retort, half-embarrassed, half-amused. He smiles, turning back to his desk. “See how the pen works for you from now on, then we can discuss other options. That’s yours to keep, no charge. Consider it a first-timer’s discount.” Smiling, you whisper a quick “thank you” and take another hit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few hours filled with small talk, you find yourself surprisingly at ease with Law. As the evening unfolds, you not only learn more about him but also share aspects of yourself that you usually keep reserved during a first meeting. His company is surprisingly delightful, and you make a mental note to thank Luffy later.

Stretching your arms, you suddenly realize how late it has become. "Oh my god, I didn't realize the time—I have a paper due tomorrow!" you exclaim, hastily grabbing your purse as Law rises and stretches alongside you. Catching a glimpse of his tattooed abdomen, you feel a flush of warmth. Can he get any hotter? You quickly avert your gaze before he notices you staring.

He leads you to the door, passing his roommates who are deeply engrossed in a video game, oblivious to your departure. At the front door, you pause and turn to face him. Law doesn’t seem like the type of person who gives goodbye hugs, which is really more like your style, so you simply smile at him instead.

"Thanks again for everything," you say, gratitude coloring your voice. "When should I come back?" He returns your smile, his eyes slightly lighting up. "Same time next week?"

Your cheeks warm at his smile, and you find yourself nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

a/n: idk why, but college law just seems like the type of guy to be a plug LOL hope y'all enjoy

'til next time!

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How Safe Are Wall-Mounted Electric Fires For Homes With Kids Or Pets?

Wall-mounted electric fires are increasingly becoming acceptable to homeowners. However, if you have little tykes or pets roaming around your home, safety would no doubt be at the top of your mind.

No open flames no worries

While traditional fireplaces give one the pleasure of a spark and ember risk, Infinix Fires use LED technology to generate an illusion of flames. Thus, you don't experience that fire hazard, so it's much safer for curious kids and pets that might get a little too close.

Cool-to-touch surfaces

Whereas the flames are on show, it may look like the electric fire is hot as a blaze; actually, its surface never gets anywhere near hot enough to burn your hand. Tv wall fireplace Glasgow cool-to-touch front panels prevent even little hands or paws from getting burned accidentally touching the appliance.

Out of reach and elevated

Since they are wall-mounted, electric fires are safely inaccessible to any small kids and pets. You can place wall mounted electric fires at any height convenient to your home, either so that toddlers do not get a chance to reach out for the display or that a pet may not bump into it.

Safety shut-off features

If it overheats or runs for a very long time, the fire automatically shuts off. Others come with timers and remote controls inside, so you can control the heat setting while you are still sitting. Tv wall fireplace Glasgow shut-off features will give you peace especially when you are keeping up with your kids and pets.

No danger caused by poorly burning gases or mess

Another good thing about wall mounted electric fires is that it does not need usual maintenance such as the cleaning of the chimney. There will be no ash or soot to create any allergy-related respiratory problems from pets or allergic kids.

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Top 6 TV Unit Designs for Modern Living Rooms

The living room is the heart of any home, a space where functionality meets style. One of the most important pieces of furniture in this space is the TV unit. Not only does it serve as a home for your television and entertainment devices, but it also plays a crucial role in defining the aesthetic of your living room. A well-designed TV unit can enhance the visual appeal of your space while offering practicality and storage solutions. In this article, we explore the top 6 TV unit designs for modern living rooms that seamlessly blend elegance with utility.

For those seeking professional guidance to elevate their living spaces, it’s worth considering a living room interior designer in Bangalore, like Dezinepro, who specialize in crafting bespoke interiors.

1. Wall-Mounted TV Units

Wall-mounted TV units are an excellent choice for modern living rooms, particularly those with limited space. This design not only saves floor space but also gives the room a sleek, contemporary look. The clean lines and minimalist approach make wall-mounted TV units perfect for urban homes where space optimization is key.

These units typically consist of a flat panel on which the TV is mounted, often accompanied by floating shelves or cabinets underneath to hold additional electronics, books, or decorative items. The floating design creates an illusion of more space, making the room feel larger and less cluttered.

Moreover, you can customize the material and color of the wall-mounted TV unit to match your living room’s decor. Whether you opt for a classic wooden finish, glossy laminate, or even a textured surface, the possibilities are endless.

For homeowners in Bangalore, partnering with a living room interior designer in Bangalore like Dezinepro can ensure that the wall-mounted TV unit is perfectly tailored to your home’s aesthetic.

2. Entertainment Center TV Units

Entertainment center TV units are more than just a stand for your television—they are the focal point of your living room. These units combine the TV unit stand with a range of storage options, including shelves, drawers, and cabinets, providing ample space to store media players, gaming consoles, DVDs, books, and more.

Typically, these units are large, often taking up an entire wall. They are ideal for spacious living rooms where the TV unit can double as a feature wall. The design can be customized to include backlighting, glass shelves, or even a fireplace feature, adding warmth and ambiance to the room.

An entertainment center TV unit offers the perfect blend of style and function, making it a popular choice for families who spend a lot of time in the living room. With the help of a skilled living room interior designer in Bangalore, like Dezinepro, you can create a bespoke entertainment center that caters to all your needs while enhancing the overall aesthetic of your space.

3. Floating TV Units

Floating TV units are all about minimalism and modernity. These units are mounted on the wall and appear to be "floating" because they do not touch the floor. This design creates a clean, uncluttered look and allows for easy cleaning and maintenance underneath the unit.

Floating TV units typically come with sleek, horizontal drawers or cabinets that provide ample storage without overwhelming the space. The minimalist design of these units makes them perfect for contemporary homes where simplicity is key. They are especially well-suited for smaller living rooms as they make the space feel more open and airy.

When designing a floating TV unit, you can choose from a variety of materials, including wood, metal, and glass, depending on your style preference. For an added touch of elegance, consider integrating LED strip lighting underneath the unit, which creates a soft, ambient glow.

In Bangalore, a living room interior designer can help you design a floating TV unit that not only complements your existing decor but also enhances the functionality of your space. Dezinepro, for example, specializes in creating customized designs that cater to the unique needs and preferences of each client.

To make the most of this design, consider incorporating LED strip lighting underneath the unit. This subtle lighting effect can create a cozy ambiance, especially in the evenings. Pair a floating TV unit with contemporary furniture to maintain the overall modern vibe of the living room

4. Built-In TV Units

Built-in TV units are a fantastic option for those who prefer a seamless, integrated look. These units are designed to blend in with the architecture of your home, creating a cohesive and polished appearance. Built-in TV units are typically custom-made to fit the specific dimensions of your living room, making them an excellent choice for awkward or unusually shaped spaces.

A built-in TV unit can include a variety of storage options, such as open shelves, closed cabinets, and display niches, providing ample space for all your entertainment needs. The design can be as simple or elaborate as you like, with options for incorporating materials like wood, stone, and metal to match the rest of your decor.

One of the biggest advantages of built-in TV units is that they can be designed to hide unsightly wires and cables, creating a clean and uncluttered look. This makes them an ideal choice for modern living rooms where aesthetics are a top priority.

If you’re considering a built-in TV unit, it’s essential to work with a skilled living room interior designer in Bangalore, like Dezinepro, who can ensure that the design is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

5. Corner TV Units

Corner TV units are a smart solution for maximizing space in smaller living rooms. These units are designed to fit into the corner of the room, making use of space that might otherwise go unused. Corner TV units are particularly useful in rooms with an unconventional layout or where wall space is limited.

Despite their compact size, corner TV units can offer plenty of storage options, including shelves, cabinets, and drawers. The triangular shape of the unit allows it to fit snugly into the corner while still providing ample space for your TV and other entertainment devices.

One of the main benefits of a corner TV unit is that it frees up wall space, allowing you to use the remaining walls for artwork, shelving, or other furniture. This can help create a more balanced and harmonious layout in your living room.

When designing a corner TV unit, it’s important to consider the height and width of the unit to ensure that it fits comfortably in the corner without overwhelming the space. A professional living room interior designer in Bangalore, like Dezinepro, can help you create a corner TV unit that maximizes both style and functionality.

6. Freestanding TV Units

Freestanding TV units are a versatile and practical option for those who prefer a more traditional look. These units are not attached to the wall, making them easy to move and rearrange as needed. Freestanding TV units come in a wide range of styles, from modern and minimalist to classic and ornate, allowing you to find a design that perfectly suits your taste.

One of the biggest advantages of a freestanding TV unit is its flexibility. Because it’s not fixed to the wall, you can easily change the layout of your living room whenever you like. This makes freestanding units a great choice for renters or anyone who enjoys updating their home decor frequently.

Freestanding TV units typically feature a combination of open shelves, closed cabinets, and drawers, providing plenty of storage for your entertainment devices, books, and decorative items. The design can be as simple or elaborate as you like, with options for incorporating materials like wood, metal, and glass.

In a city like Bangalore, where living spaces can vary widely in size and style, a freestanding TV unit offers a flexible solution that can be tailored to suit any home. Working with a skilled living room interior designer in Bangalore, such as Dezinepro, can help you create a freestanding TV unit that meets your needs while enhancing the overall aesthetic of your space.

Choosing the Right TV Unit for Your Living Room

Selecting the right TV unit for your living room is an important decision that can significantly impact the look and feel of your space. Here are a few key factors to consider when choosing a TV unit:

Space Availability: Measure the available space in your living room before selecting a TV unit. Consider the size of your TV and the amount of storage you need, as well as the overall layout of the room.

Style and Aesthetics: Consider the existing decor of your living room when choosing a TV unit. Whether you prefer a modern, minimalist look or a more traditional style, there’s a TV unit design to suit every taste.

Functionality: Think about how you use your living room and what features are most important to you. Do you need extra storage for books and DVDs? Do you want to hide unsightly wires and cables? Choose a TV unit that meets your specific needs.

Material and Finish: The material and finish of your TV unit can have a big impact on the overall look of your living room. Consider materials like wood, metal, and glass, and choose a finish that complements your existing decor.

Customization Options: If you have specific requirements or a unique living room layout, consider opting for a custom-made TV unit. A professional living room interior designer in Bangalore, like Dezinepro, can help you create a bespoke TV unit that perfectly fits your space and style.

Why Choose Dezinepro for Your Living Room Interior Design Needs?

When it comes to designing your living room, it’s essential to work with a professional who understands your vision and can bring it to life. Dezinepro is a leading living room interior designer in Bangalore, specializing in creating beautiful, functional spaces that reflect the unique style and personality of each client.

With years of experience and a team of skilled designers, Dezinepro offers a wide range of services, including custom furniture design, space planning, and color consultation. Whether you’re looking to update your existing living room or create a brand new space from scratch, Dezinepro can help you achieve your design goals.

In addition to their expertise in TV unit design, Dezinepro also offers comprehensive interior design services for every room in your home. From kitchen and bathroom renovations to bedroom makeovers, their team can handle all aspects of your interior design project.  By considering your space, lifestyle, and design preferences, and by working with a professional living room interior designer in Bangalore like DezinePro, you can create a living room that is both beautiful and functional

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Ultimate Guide to TV Mounting on Fireplaces: Enhance Your Viewing Experience

Mounting a TV on or above a fireplace can create a focal point in your living room, combining aesthetics and functionality. However, choosing the right mounting solution is crucial to ensure safety, optimal viewing angles, and a seamless integration with your fireplace. This guide will cover various options and considerations for fireplace mantel mounts, TV mounting on fireplaces, wall mount TV fireplaces, and TVs mounted to fireplaces.

Fireplace Mantel Mount

A fireplace mantel mount is a specialized bracket designed to attach your TV directly to the fireplace mantel. This type of mount is ideal for those who want to keep their TV close to the fireplace without drilling into the wall. Fireplace mantel mounts often come with adjustable features, allowing you to tilt or swivel the TV to achieve the best viewing angle. They are designed to handle the heat and are made from durable materials to ensure stability and safety.

When selecting a fireplace mantel mount, consider the weight and size of your TV, the mount’s adjustability, and the materials used. Look for mounts that offer easy installation and cable management features to keep wires hidden and organized.

TV Mounting on Fireplace

Mounting a TV directly on the fireplace can create a streamlined and modern look. However, it’s essential to consider the heat generated by the fireplace and its potential impact on your TV. Ensure your fireplace emits heat forward or has a heat shield to protect your TV.

TV mounting on fireplaces requires sturdy brackets designed to withstand higher temperatures and provide secure support. Drop down brackets or mounts with tilt and swivel capabilities are excellent choices, as they allow you to adjust the TV’s position for optimal viewing and reduce glare.

Before proceeding with the installation, consult with a professional to assess the feasibility and safety of mounting a TV on your specific fireplace. Proper installation and heat management are crucial to avoid damage to your TV and ensure a safe setup.

Wall Mount TV Fireplace

A wall mount TV fireplace setup involves mounting your TV on the wall above the fireplace. This option is popular for creating a central entertainment hub, combining the warmth of the fireplace with the convenience of a mounted TV.

For this setup, choose a wall mount that allows for adjustability, such as tilt or full-motion mounts. These features enable you to angle the TV for comfortable viewing, regardless of your seating position. Additionally, look for mounts that provide a slim profile to keep the TV close to the wall, maintaining a sleek appearance.

Consider the height at which you mount the TV to avoid neck strain. The center of the screen should ideally be at eye level when seated. If this isn’t possible, a mount with a downward tilt can help achieve a better viewing angle.

TV Mounted to Fireplace

Mounting a TV directly to the fireplace is a bold design choice that can transform your living space. This method involves securing the TV mount to the brick or stone surface of the fireplace, requiring specialized tools and expertise.

When choosing a mount for this setup, ensure it is designed for heavy-duty use and can handle the weight and size of your TV. Full-motion mounts are beneficial as they offer the flexibility to adjust the TV’s position for the best viewing experience.

Consider the aesthetics of the mount and how it integrates with the fireplace. Cable management is also essential to maintain a clean look and prevent wires from being exposed to heat.

Mounting a TV on or above a fireplace can enhance your living room’s design and functionality. Whether you opt for a fireplace mantel mount, wall mount, or direct mounting to the fireplace, it’s essential to choose the right mount and ensure proper installation. Consider the adjustability, durability, and compatibility of the mount with your TV and fireplace. Consulting with a professional installer can provide additional safety and peace of mind, ensuring your setup is both visually appealing and safe.

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Why a Touchstone Electric Fireplace is the Best Choice For a Finished Basement

1. Versatile installation.

Wall insert and wall mount models can be added during construction or years later for a room refresh.

2. Takes the chill off.

Big basements can be drafty. The built-in heater adds cozy supplemental warmth to your primary heat source.

3. Year-round enjoyment.

The flame and heat settings work independently, which means you can relax fireside in every season and climate.

4. Quick and easy installation.

Install just about anywhere in the basement - no chimney or gas line needed. Plugs into a standard outlet or can be hardwired.

5. The safer option.

Thanks to the cool-to-the-touch front glass, Touchstone electric fireplaces are extra safe for multipurpose rooms (ex: playrooms and media rooms).

6. Looks real, without the risks of burning wood or gas.

Keeps your basement air clean, without dangerous fumes and smoky smells, compared to wood or gas fireplaces.

7. Wi-Fi connectivity options

With a variety of smart home electric fireplaces, you can easily control the settings with your mobile device using the Touchstone app.

8. Blends easily with any style.

Create a one-of-a-kind accent wall with any kind of wall covering including brick, tile, stone, textured Roman clay or lime wash paint.

7. Fireplace sizes for every space.

Touchstone offers a variety of fireplace models and sizes to accommodate every space in your basement. A large basement room is a perfect fit for a larger 72", 84", or 100" electric fireplace. If you are building a media room, Touchstone’s Sideline Fury collection is specifically designed to complement popular TV sizes.

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📺Elevating Home Entertainment: The Importance of Professional TV Mount Installation in Chicago📺

In the vibrant city of Chicago, where the skyline dominates and architectural wonders abound, residents seek to elevate every aspect of their lives, including their home entertainment experience. As technology advances and televisions become sleeker and smarter, the need for professional TV mount installation in Chicago has never been more crucial. In this article, we explore the significance of entrusting your TV mounting needs to experts in the Windy City.

1. Safety First:

When it comes to mounting a television, safety should always be the top priority. Improper installation can lead to disastrous consequences, such as the TV falling and causing damage to property or, worse, injuring occupants. Professional TV mount installation in Chicago ensures that your television is securely affixed to the wall, minimizing the risk of accidents. With the expertise of trained technicians, you can have peace of mind knowing that your investment is in safe hands.

2. Expertise and Experience:

Chicagoans take pride in their craftsmanship and attention to detail, and the same level of excellence should be applied when it comes to TV mounting. Professional installers in Chicago possess the knowledge, skills, and experience necessary to tackle even the most challenging installations. Whether you have a brick wall, plasterboard, or require a customized mounting solution, these experts have seen it all and know the best practices to ensure a flawless installation.

3. Customized Solutions:

Every home is unique, presenting its own set of challenges and opportunities when it comes to TV mounting. Professional installers in Chicago understand this diversity and offer customized solutions tailored to your specific needs. Whether you want your TV mounted above the fireplace, in a corner, or on a swivel arm for optimal viewing flexibility, these experts will work with you to find the perfect placement and configuration.

4. Aesthetics and Space Optimization:

Beyond safety and functionality, professional TV mount installation in Chicago also focuses on aesthetics and space optimization. Skilled installers ensure that cables are neatly concealed, creating a clean and streamlined look that enhances the overall ambiance of your living space. By mounting your TV on the wall, you also free up valuable floor space, allowing for more creative furniture arrangements and a clutter-free environment.

5. Future-Proofing Your Investment:

Investing in professional TV mount installation in Chicago is not just about the present but also about future-proofing your entertainment setup. As technology continues to evolve, you can rest assured that your professionally installed mount will accommodate newer, larger, and more advanced TVs down the line. With the right mounting hardware and techniques, your TV installation will remain sturdy and reliable for years to come.

6. Convenience and Peace of Mind:

Attempting a DIY TV mount installation can be a time-consuming and frustrating endeavor, especially for those without the necessary tools or experience. By opting for professional installation services in Chicago, you save yourself the hassle and headache of grappling with brackets, studs, and wall anchors. Instead, you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the convenience of having experts handle the entire process from start to finish, leaving you with nothing but peace of mind and a perfectly mounted TV.

7. Enhancing the Viewing Experience:

Ultimately, professional TV mount installation in Chicago is all about enhancing your viewing experience. By mounting your TV at the optimal height and angle, you can enjoy a more immersive and comfortable viewing experience, whether you're catching up on your favorite shows, hosting a movie night with friends, or cheering on your team during game day.

In conclusion, professional TV mount installation in Chicago is an essential investment for anyone looking to elevate their home entertainment setup. From ensuring safety and expertise to delivering customized solutions and enhancing aesthetics, professional installers in the Windy City offer a host of benefits that far outweigh the cost. So, why settle for a subpar mounting job when you can have the best? Choose a professional TV mount installation in Chicago and take your home entertainment to new heights.

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10 Different Living Rooms with TV Pictures

Experience the ultimate in entertainment and relaxation with these ten exquisite living rooms showcasing beautifully integrated TV designs. TV Over Fireplace A classic setup where the TV is mounted over the fireplace, creating a focal point in the room. The wires are hidden behind the wall for a clean look. The idea of mounting a TV over a fireplace is a classic setup that can create a focal…

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5 Reasons Electric Fireplaces Are a Great Investment for Your Home

A fireplace has long been a treasured feature in many homes, yet modern properties often lack the space or structure for traditional fireplaces. This is where electric fireplaces come in. If you’re looking for the charm and benefits of a traditional fireplace without the architectural complexities, electric fire suites provide a complete, ready-to-go solution.

Why are electric fireplaces an excellent match for modern homes? They offer energy efficiency, cost-effectiveness, and practicality all year round. And because the heating element is independent of the flame effects, you can enjoy the aesthetic without the heat, creating a cosy atmosphere whenever you wish.

Here are five compelling reasons why investing in an electric fireplace is a smart move:

1. Flexibility in design options

When you explore electric fire suites, you'll find an impressive variety of styles that can perfectly match your home's aesthetic. These fireplaces replicate the look of traditional wood-burning fireplaces so closely that it's hard to tell the difference.

2. Tailored to your preferences

Reputable manufacturers offer electric fireplaces in a wide array of colours and finishes. They even supply integrated solutions such as pre-built media walls that allow you to mount your TV above the fireplace. What’s more, high-quality electric fireplaces come with remote controls, providing an array of flame colours that you can adjust to your liking.

3. Easy on your budget

Electric fireplaces don't require a chimney or a designated installation space, making them easier and more cost-effective to set up. Many electric fire suites come fully assembled, reducing the need for tradespeople and avoiding messy installation work. In terms of upkeep, electric fireplaces are generally low maintenance, requiring just an occasional wipe-down to keep the mantel and front glass clean!

4. Enhanced safety features

Electric fire suites don’t produce smoke, ash, soot, or toxic gases, making them safer options for households with children and pets. Additionally, many electric fireplaces come with built-in safety features like automatic shut-off timers and overheating protection, offering an extra layer of security.

5. Space efficient

Electric fireplaces are especially suitable for smaller living spaces like apartments because of their compact size. Their sleek design optimises floor space without sacrificing style or function.

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Amazing Styling Ideas For Carved Stone Fireplace Mantels

If you're fortunate enough to have a fireplace mantel in your home, you already know how much fun it is to decorate it whenever the mood strikes.

With the correct mantel design, your fireplace is always the center of attention in the room. Whether they are a section of a surround or a shelf over a wood burner, they all come in various sizes and styles.

There are seemingly endless options when coming up with a gorgeous mantel style. In this blog, we will discuss some styling ideas for your carved stone fireplace mantels.

What is a mantel?

The decorative shelf above a fireplace is referred to as a "mantel," also known as a "mantel shelf.’’ Depending on the fireplace, the mantel could be a single shelf mounted to the wall above the fireplace or a component of the fireplace surround.

Its original purpose during the Middle Ages was as a cowl for collecting fire smoke. But today, they serve primarily as decorative elements, visually enhancing the room's focal point. Artwork, plants, candles, and other decorative items are all placed on or above the mantel as part of the interior design method known as mantel styling.

How to Style Your Carved Stone fireplace Mantels

A simple method by which you can update the interior decor of your living room is by styling your carved stone fireplace mantel. So, you must consider these fireplace decoration suggestions to give your mantle more visual appeal.

1.    Create a focal point with one large piece.

The most important thing you can do to get people's attention is hang a TV, a massive piece of art, or a circular mirror above your carved stone fireplace mantel. But always make sure to allow enough room so that you can decorate the mantel with smaller items.

2.    Decorate with decor items of varying heights.

Directing attention to objects of various heights, such as candlesticks, vases, and picture frames, aids in creating visual interest. Pillar candles make the ideal fireplace mantel decor because they frequently come in different sizes. A candlestick or sculpture can be made to stand out with the help of a stack of books.

3.    Decorate in odd numbers.

A good interior design tip for making a visually appealing mantelpiece is arranging décor objects on either side of the mantel in groups of three or five. For instance, you can group three glass vases with different heights and widths to create the desired impression.

4.    Add some greenery.

The area above your carved mantel fireplace will benefit from the lovely additions of dried flowers, eucalyptus, pampas grass, and imitation topiaries. But remember that dried plants should be kept at a safe distance from an open flame because they are combustible.

5.    Choose paint colors last.

Once you've decided on all of the mantel's accessories, it's time to pick a paint color to tie everything together. White walls offer a clean slate for both subdued and vibrant design, but depending on your personality, playing around with a more daring color scheme can be more acceptable.

A terrific technique to draw attention to the room's focal point is to paint the wall behind the fireplace in an accent color, especially in boho-style houses.

Conclusion

At Tartaruga Design, we provide stunning carved stone fireplace mantels that are hand-finished with authenticity and inventiveness and have sculptural honesty that is both obvious and palpable.

Visit our official website to learn more if you're interested. In addition to a fireplace mantel, we can assist you with various other related issues.

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The process of installing a wall mount TV starts with choosing the right location, considering the best viewing angles and minimizing glare. Ensure the chosen spot is near power outlets and other necessary connections. Select a wall mount that fits your TV size and weight. Out of Sight Mounting recommends using a stud finder to locate wall studs for a secure installation. Attach the mounting bracket to the wall, making sure it's level, and then carefully mount the TV, ensuring all connections are secure.

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Mounting a TV above the fireplace can create a stunning focal point in your living room. A pull-down TV mount is ideal for this setup, allowing you to lower the TV to a comfortable viewing height and raise it back when not in use. This type of mount combines functionality with elegance, perfect for maintaining a clean look without sacrificing comfort. Ensure the wall above the fireplace can support the weight of the TV and mount, and consider the heat output from the fireplace to prevent any potential damage.

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Prima Vista Part IV

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.6k

Warning: a big helping of abandonment/daddy issues, lots of feelings, explicit sexual content A/N: y’all are gonna be so soft and then so mad lmao. 

The plan was to go to Mike's house then back to campus. You said you didn't have anything to do at your mom's, that a long phone call would suffice, which is why Mike is confused when you ask him if you can stop by before going back. It's an hour out of the way, but it's not like he has anything better to do, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about your humble beginnings. 

 The house is in a decent-looking neighborhood, small, nearly identical one-story homes surrounded by cracked sidewalks. He has to be careful not to trip as you make your way to the front porch, pots of dead or dying plants along the edges of it. You shove your key into the lock, twist and open, then motion for Mike to follow. 

 The den is dimly lit, ceiling fan above with only one working bulb. A crime show is playing on the TV but there's no one watching. There is, however, another light pouring from a back room, and as soon as you drop your bag on the couch, a head pokes out from the doorway. 

 "Baby girl!" A shrill voice cries, and Mike sees you grimace. "I thought you weren't coming by!" 

 A woman walks into the den wearing long, cotton shorts and an old tie-dye shirt then pulls you into a hug so tight that it makes you cough. 

 "Mom," you take a deep breath as if to refill your lungs with all the air that was pushed from them. "This is Mike."

 He holds out a hand and smiles, but all your mother does is stare with round eyes and blurt, "Oh, he's a big boy." 

 "My fucking god." You don't yell or whine, just pinch the bridge of your nose and mumble, "Just shake his hand please." 

 "Sorry, I'm sorry, just was not expecting… You didn't tell me how tall he was."

 "'Cause it doesn't matter. Why would I—nevermind," you cut yourself off, face falling flat just like your voice. 

 Mike isn't sure if he should be flattered or offended or embarrassed, so he just ignores the comment entirely and says, "Nice to meet you." 

 You make your escape to the back, dragging Mike with you before shutting your bedroom door and leaning against it. 

 "Mom is a little weird, but you'll always know where you stand with her," you tell him. "Also, sorry about the house. She’s a teacher, so she’s usually pretty beat at the end of the day. Not enough energy to do a lotta cleaning."

 "Didn't even notice," he reassures you. 

 Mike unpacks his bag next to you, and you gather the dirty clothes from both yours and his, balling them up and taking them with you out to the garage to throw into the washing machine. Mike should have done it at his parents', but as you were packing up that morning, his mother got all teary eyed and his dad just kept shaking your tiny hands and telling you to come back, so it just didn’t happen. 

 Back in the living room, your mom is sitting in an old rocking chair, and Mike thinks you'll take a seat on the adjacent couch, but instead you ask, "You need help with anything? Dishes or vacuuming or somethin'?"

 She looks up at you, fly-away hairs sticking out around her temples and forehead and responds, "It'd be nice if you could do the dishes. I just haven't gotten around to it."

 "Can do," you nod and walk into the kitchen, opening the dishwasher and making a displeased noise at the dirty plates and bowls inside. There's room for a few more, but once it's full and running, you just clean what's left in the sink by hand. Mike finds a towel, stands next to you, and holds his hand out for every scrubbed dish, drying it and placing it in the rack to hopefully be put up later. 

 "You hungry?" You ask when you're done and drying your hands. "It's almost one."

 "Uh, yeah. I could eat." 

 Truthfully, he's starving having only had a small breakfast at his parents'. He doesn't want to say that, though, doesn't want you making a big meal for him or apologizing for anything. 

 "Sandwiches okay?" 

 Something in your tone has him on edge. Your voice is too quiet, deflecting downward as if you're forcing each word from your mouth. 

 "Yeah," he nods. "If you get the stuff, I can make 'em." Mostly so that you can relax but also because there's no way he's gonna let you make him a fucking sandwich. 

 You shrug your shoulders, grab bread, lunchmeat, cheese, and condiments, then say, "You can make ours. I'll make mom's."

 He knows he's missing something, but he doesn't know what, and right now he's too afraid to ask. 

 He eats next to you on the couch, you and your mom watching TV as Mike tries to subtly glance around. Mounted shelves are decorated with dusty, mismatched figurines, cracks opening at the corners where the walls meet the roof. The brick fireplace is stacked high with plastic tubs and books, probably from your mother’s classroom, and the carpet has seen better days. 

 Mike isn't judging—not in the least—but he has a feeling he knows why being here puts you in a sour mood. The house feels lived in, cluttered and cozy and worn around the edges, but it's still empty somehow. 

 After the three of you are finished eating, you take the paper plates and dispose of them, then tell your mom that you'll be in your room. She gives you a soft smile that you struggle to return.

 It's a little more you in the bedroom, blue walls covered in old posters and collages, a quilt similar to the one in your dorm folded at the bottom of your bed. Your pillow cases are faded and covered in an old flower design that matches your sheets, and there's a small nightstand next to the headboard that's bare on top with wrinkled papers poking out of the bottom drawer. 

 "It's not much, but if you wanna snoop around like I always do, feel free." 

 Mike doesn't really want to, especially since you already seem so uncomfortable in what should be a safe space for you. The only thing he feels okay investigating is the old bookshelf next to your closet—mostly YA novels, some poetry books, an old set of The Lord of the Rings series, a textbook over rocks and minerals and another over volcanoes. Tucked away in the bottom shelf is a tiny booklet that looks like a photo album, and Mike has to fight the urge to pull it from its place and flip through the plastic pages. Anything to get to know you better. 

 You lay in bed, eyes locked on the ceiling, and Mike doesn't know what to do. There's a very small TV sitting on your dresser, an old DVD player next to it, so he figures he'll save both you and himself from talking by picking out a movie. 

 He fingers through them, not that there's a lot, just skims the spines until he pulls out a copy of Space Jam. You only glance at the screen when the intro starts, and Mike immediately zeroes in on the way your jaw sets and your brows furrow. 

 "I can pick something else," he tells you quietly. 

 You take a deep breath and shake your head. Slowly but surely your features begin to soften. 

 "'S'fine."

 "Are you sure?" 

 "Yeah. My, uh…" You swallow loud enough from Mike to hear, neck bobbing with the motion. "My dad and I used to watch it all the time."

 He doesn't know what to make of it or how to respond. In the months he's known you, Mike has never heard you mention your father a single time, and he's never asked in fear of what your response might be. 

 He moves your quilt to sit on the very edge of the bed, a little too tense as he heavily contemplates ignoring what you'd said and still switching movies. 

 "You can lay down, you know," you mumble. "I'm not gonna bite you."

 "You have before," he tries to act casual, but it comes out too stiffly.

 You laugh through your nose— "Suit yourself—" then get more comfortable on the mattress. 

 Michael Jordan gets pulled into a golf hole and the Loony Toons journey to retrieve his shoes from the real world. Mike is barely paying attention, more focused on the way your breathing evens out until it becomes slow and deep. 

 That's good. You could use a nap. 

 He watches you for a while, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and your lips part. You're all curled up on yourself, hands tucked under your chin, knees to your stomach, and Mike wants to slip behind you so badly, to pull you to his chest and lay with you until his heartbeat syncs with yours. 

 But first. 

 As carefully as he can, Mike stands from the bed and glides to the bookcase. He lowers himself in front of it, quickly finding what he's looking for and pulls it from the shelf. 

 It's a small little album, full of polaroids and old pictures cut in half. The first page sets the tone for the rest of the booklet, a photo of a very small you outside eating a popsicle next to a man that is most definitely your dad. You've got a similar facial structure as well as his coloring. Not to mention the expression he's wearing is one Mike has seen you make many times before. 

 The next picture is the two of you dressed up for an event. He's in a striped Polo and slacks while you're in a little checkered dress, a rose corsage on your tiny wrist. Some kind of father-daughter dance, Mike guesses. 

 Sitting on his lap at a fair, a chubby little boy a few years older than you standing close with a stuffed snake around his neck. A party where you're posed with an honestly frightening costume character. You in a bright, mesh jersey standing back to back with your dad, arms crossed, looking at the camera with your chins tilted upward. 

 They all look like good memories. The little boy in the fair picture appears several more times, and as he loses his baby fat, Mike sees the resemblance he shares with you and your father. It's too close to be a cousin—your eyes and mouths shaped the same—so he must be your brother. 

 Mike doesn't know how to feel about that because again, you've never uttered a word. As far as he knew, you were an only child, so why…

 He gets lost in the pages, watching you grow and pose mostly next to your dad. Smiles and laughs and silly faces with your tongues sticking out. Your mom is in some, brother in others, and then, you're in a cap and gown, grinning widely next to your dad who's beginning to gray at the temples. His own smile is barely there now, a ghost of what was seen in the previous photos. It's forced, it's sad, and it's the last picture in the book. 

 Mike's chest hurts. He wonders what happened, when exactly you'd lost him. Was it a quick goodbye, or had it been drawn out and painful? Had he been sick for a long time? He'd looked perfectly healthy in all the shots. Maybe a car accident that took both him and your brother…

 He flips to check for one last photo on the back of the page, but it's empty. However, tucked in a tiny, paper pocket is a folded up note that Mike stares at for a few solid minutes, debating the pros and cons of reading it. He knows he's already violated your privacy by looking through the album, and fuck, he's only been in your house for a couple hours at most—how has he already managed to tumble down such a humongous rabbit hole? 

 Your tiny snores reach his ears, and Mike gently pulls the note out, biting his lip as he unfolds it as quietly as possible. It's soft, like it's been read too many times, and the letters scribbled in all caps are beginning to fade, but the words are still legible. 

 It starts with your name, and then it's all apologies—sorry I can't stay, I have to leave, you don't understand how much this hurts me and so on. 

 Mike's eyebrows pull together the further he reads, blood pounding against the walls of his arteries, pulse picking up because he understands now.

 Your father wasn't in any sort of accident; he just left. 

 The letter ends with a gut-wrenching, You'll always be my little girl, and Mike nearly crumples the paper up to throw away. He resists somehow, simply folds it with shaky hands and slips it back into the pocket at the back of the album. 

 He's never been so mad at a stranger in his life. This must be it. This must be why you are—

 "Should've known you'd go straight for the photo album." 

 Your voice makes Mike's body jolt, his face heating as he turns to look at you with wide eyes. 

 "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"

 You wave him off and prop yourself up on an elbow. "It's whatever."

 But, it's not. It's this huge part of you that still affects you to this day. Mike is no psychologist, but he has a pretty good feeling this is the main reason you hold everyone at arm's length. 

 "Why didn't you ever tell me?" 

 "What's there to tell?" 

 Sitting up fully, your gaze moves to the screen just in time to see Michael Jordan step off of the spaceship and onto the baseball field. I Believe I Can Fly is playing, and you're gritting your teeth. 

 "It's not anything that comes up in normal conversation anyway. I wasn't just gonna hit you with it outta nowhere. Also," you look back to Mike, eyes still sleepy, lips pulling downward in a frown. "I'm not the only one who hid stuff about my family."

 Mike sighs and quietly tells you, "That's different," as he closes the album and slides it back into the row of books. 

 "Is it, though? Is it really?" 

 "I..." 

 Mike shuts his mouth and actually thinks on it. He wasn't trying to lie to you about his home life or his heritage. He's only half Greek on his mom's side, after all, and he's only been to the country to visit family a couple of times—once when he was a child and once right before college. The culture is a little different over there, but it all seems so natural to him, especially after being raised to speak the language. 

 Honestly, he didn't ever tell you because he didn't think to, but Mike can understand the shock of walking into his childhood home and getting thrown through that loop. It must have been jarring for you. 

 It's a positive aspect of his life, though. It's not something that's damaged him or made him cold toward others. And, he hates describing you in such a way, but it's true.

 At least it makes sense now. 

 "I guess not," he shrugs. He's not about to fight you on it. 

 You stare at him for a while, waking up a bit more as you rub your eyes and stretch. 

 Then, you flop back down on your pillows. 

 "So. Any questions, Zacharias?" 

 He's surprised that you're asking, and though he doesn't want to twist the metaphorical knife in your gut, he still replies honestly: "Too many."

 A long exhale through your nose, and then you're patting the mattress next to you and grumbling, "Fine, I'll do my best, but you gotta come up here."

 "Why? You gonna need to cuddle afterward?" He can't help but tease. 

 "Fuckin' maybe, dude! We're about to get into my god damn trauma so—"

 Mike is up on his feet and flying toward the bed. He isn't about to sabotage the one fucking moment you're opening yourself up. 

 "Alright, what first?" You ask, trying to look bored, but Mike can clearly see that you're nervous. 

 "He left." 

 "Yeah."

 And then he gets the full story. 

 Your dad was pretty perfect during your younger years—a bit of a workaholic but still good. He took you to dances like the one you'd both dressed for in the photograph. You'd spend days at amusement parks where he'd carry you on his shoulders. He coached the basketball team you'd played on as a child.

 "Not saying he played favorites, but I was definitely closer to him than my brother was."

 The brother who developed a drug problem at fourteen, who was always either out with his little addict friends or at home where he would just scream at you and your mom. 

 "He went to rehab a couple times, but it didn't stick." 

 He left home at seventeen and hasn't gotten in touch with you or your parents since. 

 "I keep thinking one day we'll get a call from the police saying they found his wallet on a fucking corpse, but who knows. Maybe he got clean. Maybe he started a family somewhere else. He'd be twenty-five now."

 "Were you ever close with him?"

 You shrug. "We spent a lot of time together when we were really little, but even back then he was kinda a mean kid."

 It very quickly circles back to your father. Mike still doesn't feel like he has all the answers, so he asks through the skin of his lip, "Why'd he leave?"

 At this point, you've got your head in his lap as he sits against the wall. He smooths your hair back from your face every once in a while, something his mom used to do to him when he was very young that always soothed him. 

 He hopes it's having the same effect on you, thinks it might be considering you've had your eyes closed for a while now, humming now and then as you talk. 

 "Honestly, I don't really know. I don't think he and my mom were ever in love. Like, they just kinda settled for each other," you sigh. "They didn't have a lot in common. They had different upbringings. But, they didn't fight or anything—not in front of us. They were good at hiding the hard times from me and my brother. They just didn't… click."

 Mike bites his tongue, wonders if that was hard to watch or if you'd been too naive to notice. 

 Then, there's his second train of thought that's really just the voice in his head screaming, we click, though! You and I work! But he keeps it to himself. This isn't about you and him. 

 "I think maybe dad had, like, a 'stay together for the kids' mentality 'cause as soon as I graduated, he was fuckin' gone. And, I mean gone. We went to a graduation party the next weekend that lasted a few hours—just me and mom—and when we got back his truck wasn't in the driveway and his drawers were empty. He left that note you read on my desk."

 Mike breathes. Just breathes. He tries to make sense of it, how someone could just do that without a real reason. There hadn't been any explanation in the letter, only apologies. 

 "Have you seen him since?" 

 You open your eyes and reply, "Nope," popping the 'p'. "I don't know where he is, and he hasn't reached out. Mom made the drive to my grandma's—his mom—but she said she didn't know where he was either. Pretty sure she was covering for him, though. She was always kind of a bitch. You know, save for the whole paying for my college and all."

 Mike snorts at this, not that there's anything funny about the situation. It's just his first reaction. 

 You ignore it, moving on with an, "Anyway."

 "Anyway," he mimics. 

 "I don't know if you've noticed in the short time you've been here, but my mom is a little… off. Not super good at taking care of herself."

 "Is this why?" 

 "Clever boy," you show a bitter smile. "I didn't really understand since they weren't, like, in love or whatever, but… I think it was the betrayal more than anything. Like, it came outta nowhere, a big ol' slap in the face."

 "Plus, he left you behind," Mike adds, as if you don't already know. 

 Looking up at him, you raise your eyebrows and smirk. "And, now you know about my abandonment issues." The last part comes out in high-pitched, melodic syllables, a little song that would be funny if Mike didn't know it was a coping mechanism. It most definitely is, though. He can tell that you're the type to mask every issue with humor and sarcasm. It's how you've been dealing with him for the last several months. 

 "So, that's my story," you conclude on an exhale. "Now you know all my dirty secrets."

 "For some reason I don't think that's all of them," Mike pets your hair again. "But, probably the important ones."

 "Mm. I guess."

 The rest of the day is really just spent killing time. You cook an easy dinner that you refuse to let Mike help with, then sit in the den with your mom just like you did at lunch. A medical show is playing. Then a reality show. Then a game show. None of you say much of anything, and it's painfully awkward for Mike now that he knows what happened, but he can power through a few days of this if it makes you feel better. 

 Hours pass until you can retreat, and moonlight shines through your bedroom window, not that Mike needs it. He's memorized your body at this point, knows where to touch without even seeing. He makes sure to be gentle, to suckle and blow on your pebbled nipples as you card fingers through his hair and breathe faster and faster. 

 Leaving love bites down your chest and stomach, he sucks on your skin, gently grazing his teeth over every bruise. Mike wants you to see them all the next day—not a staked claim, just something you can't ignore when you look in the mirror, evidence of his feelings in every mark. 

 When you're finally nice and relaxed, he spreads your legs and licks into you, trying not to be too rough with his beard, but a few swipes of it over your clit leave you shaking in his grasp. You whisper his name, the common one that everyone knows him by, but then, rolling off your tongue like a prayer, you call him, "Miche," and he can't help the rumble that rises in his chest. 

 It should be strange. That's the name only his family uses, the one he was born with. He only simplified it so that kids in school wouldn't ask questions or make fun of him, and after that, it just sort of stuck. But, here and now, falling from your lips, it's so soft. So intimate. 

 You whimper when he sucks on your folds, making them swell, making them sensitive. And then, he's pushing his tongue inside of you and humming happily at the taste. His nose is bumping against your clit, and Christ, you even smell good to him—that ripe, tangy aroma that has Mike going a little crazy. He has to make sure he doesn't get too carried away. You can't make very much noise even with the rattling of the air conditioner, but as he slowly slides a finger into your pussy, he hears you moan around the fist you're holding to your mouth. 

 He stretches you just enough to get you ready, then he holds himself over you and pushes into your wet cunt. Your eyes are open, locked with Mike's as your brow raises and your jaw drops. It's erotic, something you've never done with him before. You typically either gaze somewhere other than his face or keep your eyes squeezed shut. 

 Tonight, though, you've been vulnerable and apparently want to stay that way for a little while longer. 

 He bends to catch you in a kiss, lips and tongues moving just as slowly as his hips, and when you reach to tug at Mike's hair, he pants into your mouth. 

 Those words are there again, stuck in his throat but slowly crawling upward until they're just there, pouring from his tongue, "I lo—"

 Until you cut him off with a sharp, "Don't."

 He makes a noise of frustration, wants to protest because he's so deep inside of you, and you're holding onto him like you want him—truly want him, but you mutter once more against his lips, "Don't say it, Miche."

 So, he doesn't. He bottles the confession up and keeps it locked away, hoping like hell that one day you'll let him tell you. 

 After you climax and coat his cock in slick and cream, he gives a few more thrusts and comes inside of you, filling you with himself and wondering why you're so willing to accept him in that way but not in any other. 

 He's hurting again, like he did at his parents' as you walked around like you belonged there. Except it's worse now. 

 If you don't want him to say it, that means you don't want to say it back. 

 He stays with you for a few more minutes before pulling out. You leave to clean up, and while you're gone, Mike sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he tries to get it all out of his system, whispering it out loud to himself: 

 I love you. I love you, I love you.  

 You still let him hold you as you fall asleep, gripping his hand until you can't anymore, and as Mike drifts off behind you, he has one last thought—Just let me.

* There’s only three weeks left of the semester when you head back to campus, and you intend to make the most of every passing day. 

 You pay better attention in class. You study harder in the library to prepare for final exams. You go to a few more Pi Alpha Kappa parties, making sure not to burn yourself out. And, you let Mike fuck your brains out every few days. Sometimes it’s late at night after those parties. Sometimes you're too tired after the nights of drinking and end up just going to bed only to wake up in the morning and have slow, sleepy sex. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the afternoon when you both have breaks between classes.

 Neither of you bring up anything that happened over the break—meeting families, details about your childhoods, how much you learned about one another in general.

 Most importantly, neither of you address that first night at your mom’s, the way Mike had basically worshiped your body, how he’d come so close to uttering the three words you least want to hear. 

 Thinking about it still makes your chest tighten, your heart beat faster. Sometimes when you’re sharing his bed with him, back pressed to his chest, large arm slung over your waist, you think about why it is you’re so vehemently against it. The two of you already act like a couple most of the time. You walk with each other to class when you can. You stick to each other’s sides at parties. You fuck like rabbits and don’t care who knows about it. 

 And, though you’re hesitant to admit it even to yourself, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him. Mike is your best friend at this point. He’s insanely hot. He’s goofy. He’s kind. Yeah, the frat boy persona he puts on around his friends is annoying, but you understand it a little better now. Plus, he always takes off the mask when he’s alone with you, giving both you and himself a break from it.

 You know your time with him is quickly coming to an end—for about two months, at least—and whenever you think too hard about it, it makes you pout and huff. You’re not looking forward to your summer classes without him, but he promises on several occasions that you can call him while he’s at his parents’ if you ever need help with the material.

 It’s impressive, the way he’s able to act like nothing happened. You know it must be troubling him, but it’s not like you can do anything to soothe him. If he was really upset with you, he would have stopped spending time with you, but he hasn’t. He just bottles it up, keeps smiling at you all crookedly, and keeps satisfying you in the bedroom (more than satisfying honestly. There’s really not a word to describe what he does).

 He’s back to getting along with everyone in the Pike house, everyone being Erwin. It’s a relief just because you don’t have to put up with the tension between them, but it’s also awkward. And, a little frightening. 

 The brothers have Smash Brothers tournaments and movie nights, a few date parties here and there, and it never fails that at some point during the evenings, you find your neck prickling as it always does when you feel someone staring at you. You always hope it’s Mike. Fuck, you wish it was him. But, when you glance up and around, it’s Erwin. Every time. His deep blue eyes are trained on you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward on one side. It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or if he’s got Maddie or some other girl sitting in his lap. He's fucking shameless, and it makes your stomach hurt.

 You keep your mouth shut for the sake of the friendship but also for the sake of Erwin’s pretty face. If he and Mike ever got into an actual fight, Erwin would probably be able to get a good few punches in, but you’re nearly positive Mike would end up destroying him in the long run. That could get him kicked out of school. That could get him thrown in jail. 

 Finals roll around, and you manage to pass all of them without issue, even getting grades above the class average. You feel fantastic, like your long term goals might actually be attainable. You have a long road ahead of you, but your GPA at the end of the year is more than enough to raise your confidence. 

 Mike asks you to come back to his house for the couple weeks between the end of the semester and the start of your summer courses, but you turn him down, too scared of what might happen while you’re there. Acting like a couple in front of his parents will only exacerbate his feelings as well as yours, and you’d like to avoid that as best you can. 

 Even now as you’re standing outside by the Jeep, he tries to persuade you one last time, almost pleading, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come?”

 “Miche, I’m sure,” you tell him, trying to stay stern, but it’s hard when his sea glass eyes light up at the sound of his real name. It’s a habit you’ve gotten into, a bad one considering how much he likes it. How much you like it. “I already told you I wanna spend the free time I have at mom’s. I need to check up on her and… Probably clean, honestly.”

 He lets out a little grunt of disappointment, then nods. “Yeah, I get it.”

 “You saw what she’s like,” you remind him. “Someone needs to drop in every once in a while to make sure she isn’t, like, wasting away or something.”

 “Makes sense. I’ll be bummed, though.”

 “Be bummed all you want,” you smile. “I’ll probably still bother you over break. A lot.”

 He sounds terribly sincere when he mumbles, “You never bother me.” It makes your stomach flip in the way you do not enjoy.

 Mike sighs, taking in one of those deep breaths that makes his broad chest rise then fall, calling attention to it and making you bite your bottom lip. 

 “Alright, I should get going,” he concedes, bending down to kiss you too deeply for simple friends with benefits. It doesn’t stop you from humming into his mouth and smiling against him. You hold him by the back of his neck as he pulls your body close to his, his voice muffled when he tells you mischievously, “Don’t forget to send pictures.”

 It makes you laugh, and you lean back to swipe your tongue over his lips so that he groans and chases after you. 

 “I promise I will. Perv.” The beating sun is nothing in comparison to the way your body heats at the thought. You’ve sent him nudes before, but the idea of him looking at them from hours away, fisting his cock as he admires your body through his phone… It makes seeing him off even harder.

 After a couple more softer kisses, Mike swings into the Wrangler and pulls out of the lot. You stand in his parking space and watch him until he’s out of sight, then walk back to your dorm, dragging your feet the whole way. 

 You only stay at your mom’s house for a week, and just like you predicted, you spend most of it cleaning. She thanks you the whole time but makes excuses in between. You just reassure her that you don’t mind even though you do. She really should see a therapist and sort out the depression she’s been stuck in for a few years now, but telling someone they need professional help is easier said than done. 

 Sleeping in your old bed is much harder this time around. You're all too aware of the weight that isn't behind you, and most nights you lay awake for at least a couple of hours trying to imagine it. 

 Like you’d promised, you send him a few pictures, some of them just lewd selfies with your tits pouring out of the cups of your bra, but others are of your naked body in the bathtub, sometimes a shot of you with your hand between your legs. It feels wrong to touch yourself in your childhood home, but it’s necessary, especially when Mike sends you a few pictures of his own—one with his torso on display, defined abs absolutely mouthwatering and the V of his hips suggestively leading into mesh shorts. Another is of him in the gray joggers he wears all the time, the ones that always show off his cock. 

 He’s so fucking hot it atually hurts, makes your pussy throb as you crave his touch. It’s an awful feeling honestly, but even worse than that is the way you miss him. You aren’t supposed to miss him. You’re just supposed to be friends who have sex. Nothing more than that.

 It's why you’re glad to go back to school. Your classes will distract you, keep you from thinking about him too much. The semester is shorter during the summer, so you have to work even harder than you do during fall and spring. You don’t really think it’ll be a problem since you’re trying to cram your brain full of anything other than Mike which is great motivation for studying. 

 Nothing is gonna get you off track, you tell yourself. Nothing will interfere with your studies. That’s the plan.

 Then, you meet Zeke Jaeger. 

* You're studying in the library. It seems like you spend most of your time here, nice and quiet and empty. The campus isn't nearly as busy in the summer as it is during the rest of the school year. No parties, no sporting events, just you alone with your books. 

 It's nice. Most of the time. A little boring but mostly nice. 

 Your eyes are getting tired, and when you check your phone, you realize why. It's almost eleven PM, meaning you've been studying for about six hours. You've had longer nights, usually spent on the phone getting quizzed on the information you're learning with a few breaks in between, but that wasn't the case tonight as Mike had to spend the day with family from out of town. 

 It's okay. You're supposed to be distancing yourself anyway. 

 Taking a deep breath, you pack up your books and slide your laptop into your bag, then stand and swing it over your shoulder. 

 The strap is too long. The bag swings too hard, and your heart sinks when you hear a little grunt followed by a, "Agh, hot!" 

 Turning with wide eyes, you immediately start apologizing, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, fuck, I'm so sorry!"

 A head of light blond hair looks up from the brown stain on his white t-shirt, icy blue eyes narrowed behind wire-rimmed glasses, but when he sees the mortification on your face, his own expression softens, and he chuckles. 

 "It's fine. You can calm down."

 You're still breathing heavily, guilt making your hands shake, but he really doesn't look angry. In fact, he's grinning now, eyebrows raised like he's amused. 

 The longer you stare at him, the more familiar he looks. You're pretty sure you've seen him before. Many times before, actually, and then it clicks that this guy is on the front page of the school website. You see him every fucking time you log in, looking much more stern than he does now. Baseball hat and jersey, mitt on one hand as he hides his other in it, and yeah, you know him. 

 "You're Zeke Jaeger."

 He makes a face, scrunching his nose up and squinting. "Yeeeeah, I guess I am."

 Best pitcher in the college league despite being a sophomore like you. He's beaten the records of some major league players. 

 You don't give a fuck about baseball, have never even been to any of the school's games, but you've been hearing about Zeke since the last season. You've learned to tune it out because, again, no shits given (and also you're much more partial to lacrosse now), but he's hard to ignore when he's staring you right in the face. 

 "Well, uh," you try to act casual. It's something you're pretty good at these days. "Cool."

 He snorts, picking his shirt off his chest to air it out like it'll help, then says, "I don't know your name, though."

 You run your tongue over your teeth, wondering why he cares, then introduce yourself. 

 "Oh, you're Zacharias' little girlfriend, aren't you?"

 Your stomach flips at the mention of him. 

 "We're not dating."

 Zeke cocks his head to the side. "No?"

 "No. Just friends."

 He hums but doesn't say anything, and your eyes are once again drawn to his chest as he fans over the stain. 

 "Okay, let me get you a new shirt or something," you try. 

 He laughs again. "I highly doubt you've got a men's shirt tucked in that bag of yours, sweetheart."

 "I—" you pout for a second, mumble, "Okay, yeah, fair point."

 "Another coffee, though," he muses out loud. "Wouldn't be the worst thing."

 You shoot him a finger gun and smack your lips. "On it. Where do you get coffee at eleven o'clock?"

 "I'll walk with you," he states more than offers. 

 Then, you're both leaving the library, leaving campus, and going to a little 24 hour cafe where you blow on lattes and cover the basics about each other—philosophy major, valedictorian of his high school class, playing baseball since age seven, etc. You should sleep. You should get ready for another long day of studying.  

 But it's hard to make good decisions when Zeke Jaeger is smirking at you from across the table like you're the most interesting thing he's ever seen. 

* Zeke gets your number that night. You're not exactly sure how, but he does. 

 Then he doesn’t text you for three days. It doesn’t bother you that much. You figure he has other things to focus on. He’s on campus to take a couple courses and practice for the upcoming season, so he’s probably just busy. If that night had just been a one-off, it’s fine with you. It was cool to talk to him, but your heart isn’t broken.

 These are all the thoughts and justifications running through your head when you’re in class on Tuesday and your phone lights up during the PowerPoint lecture. You glance down, expecting Mike or Hitch, but it’s an unknown number instead. Eyes flicking from the projection screen to your much tinier one, you slide to open the message and chew on your lip. 

 Hey, it’s Zeke. You have classes this afternoon?

 You do not. And, you are too quick to tell him that.

 He takes you to a little Mom and Pop restaurant, too far to walk so you end up riding in the black Bronco he drives, trying to convince yourself that it definitely does not make him any more attractive to you. Because you aren’t attracted to him in the first place. Right?

 You sit at a table for two eating paninis and fruit. Zeke asks how classes are going, you ask about practice, and as you talk, he gets that look in his eyes again, like you amuse him or interest him or something.

 It confuses you, and for a moment, you’re taken back to last fall at that first Pi Kappa Alpha party, the one you met Mike at when he tried to get you to shotgun a beer. God, he had been so obnoxious back then, always following you around and flirting and—

 “You listening, sweetheart?”

 Your eyes refocus on the man in front of you, his raised eyebrows and little smirk. “Looks like you’re a million miles away. Sorry if I’m boring you.”

 “No, no,” you try to defend. “I just zoned out for a second. Realized I, uh, got an answer wrong on the quiz I took today.”

 “That sucks,” he hums. “Anyway, I can stop talking about baseball.”

 “It’s okay. Just go over the last, like, ten seconds,” you say with a laugh, hoping your cheeks will stop burning sooner rather than later.

 Zeke chuckles and does just that, doesn’t seem irritated or put out. He tells you about how he has a new trainer this year to warm him up and make sure his throwing arm is in top shape. “I hope he’s as good as my last. Colt was always on it, knew exactly how hot to make the warm compresses and how cold to make the ice packs. Stuff like that. He learned my needs.”

 You both laugh, and if it was anyone else, you’d have an innuendo sliding off your tongue, but for some reason, you don’t think Zeke would want to hear it, like he’d be unimpressed with your vulgar humor. 

 Back at the college, he drives you to your dorm, explaining that he lives in the apartments on the other side of campus and wouldn’t want to make you walk that far. Then, as you slide out of the Bronco, he stops you with a smooth, “Hey,” that makes you look over your shoulder at him. “Make sure you save my number in your phone, okay? I’ll text you soon.”

 The way your stomach flips is worrisome, a feeling you’re only used to when you’re with…

 “Yeah, okay.”

 He grins widely and nods, then waits for you to get a good distance away from the car before driving off.

 No distractions, you’d said. It’ll be good for your focus, you’d said. 

 What a fucking joke. 

*

Mike has to help you with some homework that weekend. You can hear his smile through the phone, snort when he makes his little nerd jokes, then sigh when he gets to the actual subject and explains it to you without a problem. His brain is incredible, and when you think about it too hard, it makes you warm inside. 

 “You’re so fucking smart. Why don’t you let people know?”

 “Maybe I just want you to know,” he chuckles. “You think I wanna spend my days tutoring every idiot who needs help?”

 “Miche, did you just call me an idiot?”

 You hear another breathy laugh followed by a sigh. “I have many, many names for you, but ‘idiot’ isn’t one of them.”

 “Oh yeah?” You play. “And, what might those other names be?”

 He lists a few, all of them making your face flush and your body tingle, and before you know it, you’ve got your pants off and your fingers between your legs. You can hear Mike’s heavy breathing on the other end, the wet sound of his hand stroking his lubricated cock, and when you reach your climax, you moan out your usual, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Miche.” 

 He tumbles down right behind you, panting and telling you in a voice of disbelief, “Jesus, it just keeps coming.” It makes the pulses of your orgasm even stronger, remembrance of all the times he’s painted you in white, and God, you are so ready for him to get back to the school.

 Then, there’s the voice in the back of your head that makes you think maybe it’s better that he’s gone for now, that he might not be too pleased that you’re spending time with another guy. But, it’s not like things with Zeke are going anywhere. You wouldn’t even call him a friend. You text on and off, have brunch or lunch or coffee depending on the time of day. 

 And, yeah, he calls you pet names, tells you that you look nice even when you’re just in leggings and a t-shirt, talks about his family and…

 Okay, it could potentially lead to something more, but it’s only been a week, and considering his golden boy status, he could have anyone he wants, so why would he even be interested in you in any way, shape, or form?

 Naturally, your thoughts circle back to Mike and the way he could have any girl on his arm, but he still chooses to spend time with you. To fuck you. To nearly confess his feelings to you. You have to wonder if you’re emitting some kind of scent or beacon, if there’s a sign hanging above your head with an arrow pointing down. Sports gods, come get a piece. 

 If only you’d never gone to that party. If you had just kept your head down like you had freshman year. Your life would be so much easier now.

 But now you’re in Zeke’s apartment listening to him rant about some philosopher you’ve never even heard of. He’s gesturing with his hands, flipping curling, blond bangs from his face, and whenever he pauses to think, he scratches his beard. He’s very fond of the white t-shirts and jeans get-up, sometimes switches it up and wears a button down under a sweater vest. Both looks are becoming of him no matter how much you try to deny it, but when he drops down onto the couch next to you and peers into your god damn soul with those piercing, blue eyes, you have to choke back a dreamy sigh.

 What is happening to you?

 “So, what do you think about it?” He asks, looking hopeful that you might have some insight on this matter.

 But, you simply laugh and shake your head. “Zeke,” you start. “I’m gonna be real honest with you here. I didn’t understand a fucking thing you just said.”

 You assume he’ll be disappointed, maybe tire of you since you can’t be as intellectually stimulating as he’d like you to, but Zeke exhales in a lighthearted sort of way, shows one of those amused smiles, and tells you, “You’re cute.”

 Anyone else and you would have snapped back, something along the lines of, don’t fucking patronize me, but with Zeke, all you can do is stare at him and let your lips part, silently asking for something you won’t speak out loud.

 His gaze moves to your mouth for a split second. That soft smile turns into one of his famous smirks. Then, he’s back on his feet and asking, “You wanna go to dinner?”

 You are more than relieved at the shift in atmosphere, but your heart is still beating too hard as you follow him downstairs and to his car. 

* Summer is passing quickly. Too quickly. The eleven week classes are kicking your ass, or are close to kicking your ass. Lucky for you, you have your own private tutor just a call or text away. Mike helps you, and you laugh and goof around, shoot off innuendo after innuendo, but the phone sex slows to a halt eventually. You tell him that you’re tired, and you are. It isn’t a lie. But, it also isn’t the full truth.

 Between classes when you could be resting, you’re eating out with Zeke. Or, watching him and the rest of the baseball team practice for the upcoming season. Or, sitting in his apartment, watching movies and chatting about all manner of things. Nothing important, of course—there’s no diving deep into your life story like you had done with Mike over Spring Break, but Zeke still learns the little things about you. Why you’re majoring in geosciences and how you became good friends with some of the Pike guys. You don’t give him the full details on that one—that you got blackout drunk and fucked Mike and just couldn’t stop. You don’t think Zeke would be interested in hearing about it anyway.

 You learn a bit about his dad and stepmom, the latter of whom he isn’t very fond of. He also has a little brother who’ll be attending the college starting this fall, and he’s interested in the Greek life. Naturally, you build PKA up. Even if there are some… Problematic people in the house, there are also a lot of really good guys. 

 “I’ll make sure to pass it along to him,” Zeke tells you one evening as you’re both sprawled on the couch, backs against the armrests as you face each other. It’s how he seems to prefer to sit when the TV isn’t on. When you asked him why, he had told you, “Just like looking at you,” and you didn’t know how to respond. You still don’t know how to respond.

 “Eren thinkin’ about joining any sports?” You ask now. “Does baseball run in the family or anything?”

 Zeke snorts. “Kid couldn’t hit a baseball even if it was on one of the t-ball stands.”

 “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.”

 “I would say he’s more academically inclined, but,” Zeke sighs. “That would be a lie.”

 You can never tell if he actually likes his brother. Most of the time he complains about him, but every once in a while he’ll bring up something cute Eren did as a little boy, and you see a fond glimmer in his light eyes. 

 “Anyway,” Zeke waves off the subject and transitions to a new one—one that makes your stomach drop. “Are you gonna tell Zacharias about us?”

 You choke on your own spit, leaning forward to cough a couple times, then challenge him with a nervous laugh, “I wasn’t aware there was anything to tell him.”

 Zeke tilts his head, mouth pulling up as he raises his eyebrows. “Come on,” he chuckles.

 “Come on, what?” You frown. If you were with Mike, you both would have died at that. Come on my face, you can hear him say, and you have to fight a smile because there’s absolutely no way you could explain that to the man in front of you.

 “You don’t have to play coy, sweetheart. We both know there’s something going on between us.” He says it with such confidence that even if he wasn’t right you wouldn’t be able to argue with him. The assumption should annoy you, should make you scoff and leave, but instead you sit there staring, caught up in his gaze and cocky grin.

 “I—”

 “It’s okay, you know. Not like you’re alone in this.”

 Those questions swim through your mind again, all the insecurities that you’ve been sorting through with Mike, but now that voice is louder because that sense of trust hasn’t formed yet. You’ve only connected with Zeke over meals and movies. It sounds domestic, but despite your apparently obvious attraction to him, you still don’t feel like you really know him. 

 But, he draws you in, like a moth to a flame. You can’t help it. There’s just something about him that makes you want him to like you, like you want to impress him, like you want to be good for him. You’ve been trying to ignore those thoughts, but they’re much harder to fight now that you’re sitting in front of him, taking in his wavy hair and pale blue eyes, that ever present smirk on his face, the curve of his neck that disappears into his shirt.

 He could just want sex. He could just want a fling. Wait for everyone to get back on campus and drop you for another girl. You tell yourself you wouldn’t care; you’re good at keeping things casual.

 Wouldn’t it be fun to be his arm candy for a while, though? Let people look at you and whisper louder than they did when they’d see you and Mike together? You don’t care about status, about being in the spotlight. It’s more for the experience, dating someone who could teach you things.

 Mike teaches you things, that voice pops up again. He’s been helping you with your work for almost a year now. You can’t just overlook that. 

 “What, are you weighing the pros and cons over there or something?”

 You snort. “Maybe. We still don’t really know each other all that well, Zeke.”

 “Might I remind you that we’ve been hanging out all summer? Did you honestly think it wouldn’t lead to anything more?”

 “Honestly,” you mimic, “I never thought you’d be interested.”

 “Why wouldn’t I be?” His brow furrows like he’s genuinely confused. “You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute.” 

 God, you can’t even count how many times he’s called you ‘cute’, how many times it’s made you blush over the last several weeks, just like it does now.

 Then, he pushes, “Do you not find me at—”

 “Of course I do,” you cut him off. “I don’t know who doesn’t, which is exactly why I don’t know where this is coming from.”

 Zeke sighs like he’s annoyed, then turns the hand on his thigh palm up and beckons you with two fingers. “Come here.”

 “What?”

 “Come here.”

 Your blood pressure spikes, breaths coming in little puffs that have no way of getting to your brain. It’s probably why you obey, rolling to your knees and clumsily crawling over to him. You stop short, right between his bent knees, but Zeke sits up, straightens his legs, and pulls you into his lap.

 More of that precious air leaves your lungs as you exhale too sharply, staring at him with huge eyes. You don’t know what’s happening, can’t believe it’s happening. It doesn’t feel real even as you rest your hands on his shoulders, even when he holds your hips and pulls you so that your full weight is on him, but fuck, you can’t say anything. You can’t make a sound. All you can do is wait for him to make his next move.

 “Why do you look scared?” His voice is just above a whisper, but at this proximity you can hear him without a problem. 

 “I don’t have a lot of experience sitting in men’s laps,” you manage, trying to keep your usual careless tone, but you doubt it works.

 “For some reason I don’t believe that.”

 You rear back, actually offended. “Excuse m—”

 That ire, however, melts away as quickly as it arose. Zeke slides fingers up your waist, all the way to the back of your neck to bring your face to his—your lips to his. 

 He feels different, not at all what you’re used to. His kiss is more demanding, hungry, and God, you still can’t breathe, can’t think straight because his tongue is moving past your lips, and you’re letting it, letting him taste you as your fingertips dig into the flesh of his shoulders. You lift yourself from him just a little only for Zeke to pull you back down with the hand still gripping your hip. He makes sure you feel him when he grinds up into you, the zipper of his jeans rubbing you through your little shorts so that you gasp into his mouth. 

 You both stay like that for what feels like a fucking eternity, biting and sucking on lips, stroking over each others’ tongues until you absolutely have to break apart. You’re panting now, body still tense on top of his, and Zeke stares at you with half-lidded eyes and shows the ghost of a smile.

 “Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

 The statement sets you on fire, so much so that all you can do is whimper quietly and lean in for more. 

  And, as you get lost in Zeke Jaeger, you decide for yourself.

I need to tell Mike

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