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Premieres V. Finales

It was the world-wide premiere of the Final chapter to the Pirates Versus Privates trilogy. Anticipation of audiences was at an all-time high, as the last film ended on a sharp cliff-hanger when Private Minerva was stabbed by Mirage and her bloody threat against Captain Mickey haunted everyone invested in the story - including me.

Though Mickey was not in any imminent danger - at least, until the next time he magically got himself into more trouble - this particular bit of the beautiful story he and Dixie had written really unsettled me. As much as there were fictional characters and fictional worlds, there was also real emotion and real weight behind the words he said and the story-bits he enacted. This segment of the plot hurts me because, despite how stubborn and aggravating Private Minerva was, her Captain was enraged and devastated by the presumption of his love's death, and still loved her more than anything and never gave up on her.. Just like Mickey still loves me "more than anything in the world" and continues to be patient with me despite my emotional confusion and chaos.

My incredible boyfriend and co-star sat beside me in the large theater, his hand gently holding mine like he did during the other two premieres we went to, though this time our hands held each other openly, not needing to shyly brush our hands against each other hoping a hint was received. Looking at him, he watched the large screen, and his jaw clenched as the movie opened with a violent recap of how Mirage had brutally stabbed Private Minnie through the back with a sword. The scene still bothered him; I remember how nervous he was as me and Mir filmed it, how he had looked over anxiously asking if I was ok or if she had hit me with the prop sword too hard, and I remember how pale his face got when all that blood-colored corn syrup gushed out of me.

I squeezed his hand. He glanced at me and after a moment he smiled and squeezed my hand back. I felt my lips stretch into an upward crescent. He just does the littlest things to make my heart sing. We resumed watching the screen, but in all honesty my mind was anywhere but on the marvelous cinematography. It took us 2 years to bring this masterpiece together; 7 months of screenwriting and script proofing, 10 months of shooting parts 1 and 2, 2 months of editing and finalizing the script of the final installment, then 5 months to film the finale, which was the longest of the 3 films - roughly 3 hours long based off of 13 chapters that Mickey and Dixie wrote.

Yet in those 2 years, it felt like a lifetime's worth of love's trials and triumphs had glowed and sparkled between he and I. I've kinda come to the realization that falling in love with him is simply inevitable, and I wasn't complaining - he made me so happy, so elated and free and light and joyous, and he made me feel so special and treasured. Abandoning him all those years ago had been such a heartbreaking mistake, and yet we put in the work and commitment. The space by his side was still reserved for me - me and only me.

I'm not entirely sure why I did it; yeah I had convinced myself it was necessary, but really, it was just devastating. My own fear of abandonment and rejection had made me so insecure in our relationship, and my dirt-low self esteem had made me run; he would find better, he deserved better, I'm not worth forgiving, I'm not worth patience - that's what had been constantly clouding my 18 year-old brain. I self-sabotaged the relationship and broke his heart - literally, evident in that pivotal conversation we had after scripting chapter 4. The trauma of my past - my abandoning father, followed by adopted parents who abandoned me and Mortimer once he was 18 - had interfered with the best thing to ever happen to me.

But he understood. He set boundaries and respected mine. He saw me in a way no one else did. He loved every single piece of me and hugged me tight enough to bring all of my broken parts back together. He showed me what I only knew deep-down inside. He encouraged my own strength and together we were invincible. He helped me heal, he encouraged me to grow, and he continued to see in me what I never saw in myself until it was too late - authentic beauty. Even now his admiration towards me still blows my mind. Not to mention all of his wonderful attributes outside of me; clever, funny, sensitive, unashamedly loving others and making a positive difference in the world. Sure he had his flaws - he struggled with a hero complex and guilt-based trauma response, he could be inadvertently selfish when he meant selfless intentions, he tended to find himself in mischief and meddling. But he wasn't trying to be perfect, he was something better - authentic, genuine. And he always came back trying to set things right. He never peaked - he despised the thought of doing so. He was so.. just so.. mind blowing-ly beautiful in soul, heart, mind, and body it was hard to believe he wasn't just a sweet fantasy.

And through the duration of this project, we just couldn't help ourselves. We fell in love, despite my unwanted intrusive thoughts and naive notions of all things related to love. He took everything I thought I knew about everything and flipped it upside down, showing glitter in even the darkest of shadows. How he does it I'll never fathom. He's just so compassionate, so sweet, yet so complex, so beautifully full of depth and passion. He's just so wonderful, so sincere, so beautiful and wholesome - it made me want to cry. And better yet, he was mine.

Like Private Minerva, the temptation to distrust and overthink everything had plagued so much of my perspective, but Mickey had more than proven himself and his feelings. Every little and big thing he did was an act of love. How could a mouse be so full of love - and why so much of that catered to me exclusively? He's trying to help me see it. Maybe I'll never see it fully, but I guess it's the same way he doesn't fully see what I do when I look at him, either.

Why did he and our relationship have to be so wonderful? The person I loved the most, loved me the most back. It should've made me happy, should've removed every negative thought haunting my mind, but it wasn't as simple and clean as I would've expected. Somehow loving him so much and him loving me back twice as much just made my heart ache. I had tried to rationalize real love wasn't as fairy-tale like as the stories made it seem so as to lower my expectations and spare my heart, yet he made every moment with him feel like a fairytale dream come true. How did he do that?

These thoughts and the deeply unhinging emotions searing in my heart were becoming too intense to set aside. I tried to refocus on the movie screen. We were watching Captain Mickey storm after his crew-mates after a soiled moment with the Private. I remember the intensity of his eyes in the filming of that scene, and I remember losing concentration and wondering if that intensity was genuine towards me or a hyper-realism of his character. I had never asked, though long after "cut" was called he had continue to look at me in that way off set. I remember how badly I had wished to forget about the movie and just kiss him then and there, make out with him to make up for all the previous times we were interrupted - both off and on screen. The temptation to pull him on top of me, to give in and tell him 'yes, yes I do love you - with all my heart!' - to lock his lips and never let go, share every beautiful little secret hiding away in our hearts and our private thoughts. But we couldn't, and didn't have much of a chance to do it later, either - what with all the llama drama with Walt's secrets and the trouble with magic.

Until now...

Right now, everyone we cared for was safely in this movie theater. Donald and Daisy would be married next Sunday. Oswald was back to our world and could figure out this magic/Walt business alongside his brother. Pete was reunited with his family in Wasteland, and Peg-Leg Pete was trouble for another day. Our friends were here, safe and happy, amazed by the movie magic they didn't realize they were capable of until this film premiered on screen.

Imminent dangers were worlds away for the moment, and my beloved could spare himself internalized torment now that his previous wrongs were amended. He could finally be at peace; Oswald was alive and well adjusted to the world of which he once belonged, Mickey could feel less ashamed being considered a hero by Ortensia, magic was back in California, he fulfilled his promise to return Pete to his family, and I'm by his hide - our secret deal still sacred and his heart in safe keeping.

So why not now? Why not make now the moment we've always wanted and had always been denied. Now was the prime time. Right this very second was one of the few times I didn't feel the urgent need to fret about out unforeseeable future. The song Mickey wrote for Chapter 32 replayed on loop in my head, and the passionate lyrics moved my heart too powerfully to ignore.

I looked at Mickey, then whispered softly in his ear. "Follow me," I implored. He looked at me curiously with his eyebrows quirked as I slowly stood, not wanting to catch too much attention. I kept his hand firmly grasped and gently tugged him up. He followed me quickly and quietly. I faced him before slowly turning around as I led him to the back of the theater towards the sound booth. He followed close behind me. With the movie playing on full blast and the booth sound-proofed, no one would hear us, no one would interrupt - and no one would need to.

I slowly opened the door, and thankfully no one was back here. The movie reel played on a self-spinning machine. The room was almost just as I remembered it when Mickey and I worked in this same movie theater at 16 years old; though a couch had been added, the room still had both the coffee and popcorn machines, and the bean bag chairs were replaced with newer models but still placed conveniently so that workers could watch the movie along with the audience from the projection window. When we entered, Mickey closed the door behind him and locked it, not wanting to be disturbed either. I glanced around. It was dark, but the glow-in-the-dark star decals still lined the walls and glowed softly, and the projection window provided some light from the film. I didn't move to turn on the lights, and neither did Mickey. I remember years ago in this room with him and sometimes other work friends; we had seen Hunchback, Aladdin, Titanic, and several other cult classic films this way. I remember sharing popcorn with Mickey, and the way my heart would skip when we would occasionally tap hands in the salted buttery bag.

I felt eyes on me and turned to see Mickey watching me, a smirk on his lips. He started to chuckle. "I almost forgot about this room back here," he said, memories entering his peripheral vision. "I would always get so excited whenever we were scheduled to work together."

I couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah, me too." I shook my head in amazement. "To think we'd be on the other side of this room on the big screen so soon," I mused incredulously.

Mickey slowed stepped closer to me. "Oh no, I had no doubts," he mused. "I knew you'd make it big, was just a matter of time."

I chucked. "Somehow I knew I wasn't gonna do it without you." I glanced at the floor humbly for a moment. "I don't think I could ever chase a dream without you in it."

He was less than an arm's length apart. We watched each other and his smirk was contagious. I felt my lips widen. His eyes continued to sparkle, dusts of glitter sparkling in his glowing blue irises - the most colorful I've seen them in a very long time. The gray and dull had been dramatically erased, the returned glittery blue glowing brighter and brighter every day. I got lost in his eyes and saw his pupils form into long hearts, something I only noticed when he looked at me. The hearts were the most defined I had ever seen them, unmistakable and shining like black diamonds. I felt my eyes sting for a moment, still aghast by just how much he loved me - it was indismissable now, shining so brightly in his eyes it wouldn't have been any more obvious if a giant neon sign flashed "Mickey Loves Minnie" over his head.

He stepped closer to me and the stinging in my eyes got harsher. I asked what I had always wanted the answer to - I had always been scared that questioning it before would scare him and his feelings away.

"Why do you love me?" Tears started to roll down my cheeks and his thumbs gently brushed them away, He cupped my face in his hands, and I had my hands over his, brushing the backs of his palms with my thumbs.

"You know there's more than one answer to that," he chided softly. I swallowed to keep myself from full-on sobbing. He settled on one answer for the moment. "You enchant me, Minnie."

It wasn't what I was expecting. I thought a compassionate "girl boss" pep talk would come out, as it normally was his response whenever I hinted at the inquiry. This made my breath stop and my heart skip for several seconds.

He smiled warmer, his lips curling like cursive lines and his eyes glossing over. "You are the most extraordinary person I've ever met. You have so many wonderful traits and yet no one carries them the way you do."

It was getting harder to suppress the sobs.

"You have such an enchanting heart and your attitude keeps me spellbound. Your beauty within your soul and within your eyes is unlike any beauty I've ever seen before."

He was close, very close, and his hands strengthened slightly around my face, begging me to listen to him and believe him. He pulled me close and whispered directly in my ear.

"You have deeply, completely, and utterly bewitched me, Minerva."

He whispered more breathlessly now, my hands urging him closer.

"I don't ever want this spell to break... I will always love you," and I felt his heart racing as the vein in his neck jumped against my cheek.

My breathing was shallow and my face was hot, and the pure ecstasy of this confession almost made me dizzy. I stood there blinking for a moment, trying not to faint. Neither of us moved. The mood was intensely passionate and Mickey's heavy breathing was warm on my ear.

I pulled back and cupped his face with my hands. His eyes were glistening and the skin around his nose was pink. I searched his eyes, trying to decide which truth to tell him first. I focused on the most withheld one.

"I love you too, Mickey," I murmured, trying not to get even more emotional. The chains and brick walls keeping me from embracing this fairytale lost the last of their foundation and crumbled, exposing me to beckon and accept all of his glorious love and the magic impossible of our relationship. "And you really do bring happy endings... You're my happily ever after." I saw the relief in his eyes; relieved to know his goals to bringing a happy ending to everyone were not made in vain, and that he too could live happily ever after at no expense to anyone else.

"It's not a happy 'end,' Minnie." He said as tears threatened to overtake him. "This is only the beginning to a beautiful forever."

My heart sang more and by now had surely leapt out of my chest. The beloved song Mickey had written for 'the scene' was playing on the projector now, and I surrendered to my emotions.

With the flurry of a dozen fairies taking flight, I pulled him close and enraptured his lips in the most passionate kiss I could physically muster. It was the first kiss between our most genuine selves; not Turtledove and Captain, but Mickey and Minnie. He returned the passion, our bodies swaying as the powerful urge nearly toppled us over. When I finally felt like the lack of oxygen was gonna make me black out, we pulled back. We leaned our foreheads together and admired each other through lidded eyes, our lips gasping.

I swallowed, not wanting to waste the moment on tears of emotion when I could be giving kisses of passion. "You make me believe in forever," and I know we both mutually knew the sentiment had a deeper understanding.

Mickey smiled wide and a single relieved and joyous tear rolled down his cheek, but before it was too acknowledged we enraptured each other in another kiss. And then another.

In Mickey's novel, he had described the first mutual kiss between Captain and Private as "glorious." In this, it seemed "glorious" was not a strong enough word. Sensational, heavenly, incredible, beautiful - it didn't seem like just one word could describe it best, just like it didn't seem like just one kiss was enough to satisfy both of our suppressed desires.

Before long Mickey lifted me from the ground and I held him close, our lips not stopping, our hearts not slowing. He slowly spun me in s gentle circle, physically surged with joy and desperate passion. I kicked my feet up slightly behind me, this the perfect description of a fantasy foot-popping kiss. Mickey eased me back down and we broke away from the make out session briefly.

The passion was too intense and I needed to hold more of him than just his face and his lips. I broke the kissing and led him to the couch then gently pushed him to sit on it, I climbed over his lap, pulling my gown up to my thighs so my legs could hold him. We were breathless, and Mickey's normally pale muzzle was turning pink. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and leaned down to resume the passionate kisses, which he eagerly returned. His strong arms embraced me and he warmly rubbed his hands along my back and behind my shoulders and through my hair. The insane pleasure was stirring a strong desire I had been suppressing for far too long, and a place below my stomach ached.

The satisfying 'smooch' sounds of our lips moving quickened my heartbeat and delightful shivers slid throughout my body. After several moments, Mickey tried to interject between kisses.

"Min," he breathlessly whispered as we tilted our heads at alternating angles, but I went in for more kisses and he didn't object. We smooched some more. "Min," he tried again, just as breathless. I liked hearing him say my name - the nickname only he out of everyone in my entire life called me by. We kissed more.

"Minnie," he said more firmly, his hands holding my face and pulling me back a bit. It felt I was a kid going ham on a life-sized lollipop and he just interrupted my indulgence.

We looked at each other, hair slightly roughed, faces pink and mouths drooling. Our breaths echoed each other.

He studied my face. "What are you doing to me," he said rather than asked incredulously, breathless and looking slightly astonished.

I searched his face, and saw that he did not intend to reject me, but only wanted to know my intentions. I remembered the scene on my adopted brother's ship, when Captain Mickey had attempted to display his love for Private Minnie by using physical affections. My skin had felt so hot, his caressing hands had been so warm under my dress, his kisses on my neck had almost made me break character and moan.

I kept eye contact with him as I held his hands and slowly dragged them up my legs, under my dress and to my behind. Mickey's eyes widened a little, but a spark I saw flutter in his eyes during the same scene I referenced now was burning, and the spark was steadily becoming a passionate flame. His hands were lovingly firm on me, not denying what I so clearly desired. He gently squeezed my behind and my breath hitched. I had never enjoyed being so out of breath before. He slowly traced one hand up under my dress between my shoulder blades, and gently pulled me closer for more.

Our lips reintroduced ourselves and a moan escaped from my throat before I even registered it leaving. I felt his heart against my breast and it was drumming very quickly. We were so breathless we took shallow breaths through our noses as we kissed and kissed again. I began to unbutton the top of his suit shirt and broke away to start kissing his jawline as I did so. Mickey's breathing was shaky, and as I kissed his jawline he continued caressing me under my dress, making sure to give tantalizing attention my rear. My underwear started to feel bothersome, longing to feel his full hand on bare cheeks.

I switched to the left jawline and worked my way down to his neck where I began to intermingle sucking with my kisses. I felt him take a sharp inhale of air as I began doing so. I maneuvered my lips to his Adam's apple and he bit down on his tongue, perhaps to stifle a moan. I kissed further down to the top of his shirt, a mere taste of his sculptured chest. My hands pressed on him on either side of the line of buttons, desperately wanting to pop open the shirt in its entirety. I dragged my lips back up to his and resumed kissing him. The kisses felt hotter, and I started to feel just a bit of sweat build between my skin and his hands.

I took a breath for a moment, keeping my eyes closed and pressing my nose to Mickey's. His breath tickled my face and every fiber in my being felt flickers of flames. Slowly, I opened my eyes and his lidded eyes gazed at me. He slowed the running of his hands under my dress until he completely stopped, resting his palms above my buttox and near my hips. Even in a heat of passion, he remained a gentleman, not wanting to go any further than I did. But I wasn't done.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, still breathless and his face the pinkest I've ever seen it yet. The question wasn't hostile but it was cautious, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. I smiled at the sincerity. I rubbed the front of his chest before moving his hair back away from his right ear so he didn't mishear what I was about to say.

I leaned in and whispered directly into his round ear. "Make love to me," I asked, my breathing still elevated.

He didn't say anything at first, and after a second he slowly left a sweet kiss on my shoulder. He waited a moment, then left another kiss on my shoulder, then another, and another. I didn't move, I didn't want his trail of kisses to skirt avenues. He kissed my shoulder and crossed my collarbone then got to my neck. I gasped at this, the pleasure shooting a jolt up my spine. His hands moved to my thighs as he kissed my neck, then his kisses began leaving hickeys. I moaned softly, trying not to get too loud just yet but I couldn't help the arousal.

He continued tasting my neck and I gripped my fingers in his hair to keep his head there. He slowly steadied his grip on my thighs then carried me with him, keeping my embrace around his torso. It was getting harder to breathe again. He continued to kiss me as he slowly walked forward. I started to moan and squeak, struggling to suppress it for much longer. He tilted me backwards and my excitement reached an all-time high expecting to hit the over-sized bean bag chair before he loved me silly, but when my back was laid down I looked up and realized we were in my New York City apartment. No one was here, the lights were off, the regular hum of the the nighttime city buzzed softly outside my bedroom window. Mickey kissed my neck once more before pulling back.

"I wished we were where you're most comfortable," he explained with a shy smirk and even pinker cheeks. My heart swelled and my face heated even more as a pleased grin stretched over my lips.

"You're such a sweetheart," I cooed, stroking his face with the back of one hand. I faintly heard the precious song Mickey wrote that I couldn't get out of my head.

"What wish made that happen?" I asked. Mickey smiled bigger.

"I wished you heard my heart," he spoke softly.

Ridiculous sobs of joy erupted out of me and I threw my arms around his neck and nuzzled my face in his neck. He held me close and my sobs mixed with giggles. I looked up at him.

"I love you so much Mickey Mouse," I cried. He laughed softly. "Good, because I happen to love you too, Minnie Mouse."

The name was not normal in this life; males passed their last names to their wives and children. In this life, I was not "Minnie Mouse" - I was "Minnie Smalls." He either slipped the name in remembrance of a past we didn't experience, or with the intention to suggest a future matrimony. The conversation from months prior came to the forefront of my memory, and this reassured me of his desired visions from back then.

We looked at each other and his eyes said it was the latter of these two explanations that motivated the slip. It made me very happy. But the happiness did not diminish my want for him.

I pushed myself up from the bed slowly. Mickey straightened up, a knee still on the bed. I pulled up close on my knees, my thighs around his knee. He had began to slip his hands out from under my dress but I clutched them where they were and kept them there at my hips. He smirked, curious what I would do next. I kept eye contact with him, and slowly pulled my dress off over my head. He kept his hands where I wanted them. When my dress was off, I was only in my matching mesh underwear and pasties for my breasts - the thin-strapped dress didn't have enough support for my girls on its own. His face was another shade of strawberry and his eyes glazed over with something thirsty, a deep hungry look that made me shiver.

I attempted being seductive and wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body close to his. His muscular thigh rubbed a sweet spot between my legs as I approached him and I sputtered, looking down for a moment with my face at his shoulder. I felt the red take over my face and I craved more of that stroking sensation. Mickey held me closer as my body quivered from the rub, one hand at the small of my back, the other on my side. He lustfully sighed at the incident, knowing I was turned on - extremely turned on. He pressed his lips to the side of my head as I recovered.

I finally met his face and our heat intensified. We kissed deeply, his tongue dancing on mine and it made me moan. The kisses were becoming hotter and quicker, our lips locking and re-locking more frequently. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

I sighed exasperatedly and pulled away. We worked together to quickly undo the buttons and toss his shirt to the floor. He held me closer and we resumed making out. I ran my hands along his rippling muscles, his nipples hard and the crevices of his strength making me hotter. His hand at my side slid up to grope my breast. I sighed into his nose as we resumed kisses. Now both of his hands were focused on my breasts and the pasties. I pulled away from his mouth for him to better nudge the pasties off.

With them off we held each other closer as we kissed, or bare chests and nipples rubbing against each other. I couldn't help moaning, and Mickey's breathing notably became more labored. His hands gently squeezed my boobs closer to him and he fondled me. His thumb would occasionally brush against a nipple and I'd sputter, shivering slightly and gasping into his mouth with a little squeak. He moved his kisses from my lips to my neck and kissed down to my shoulder, then my chest, then he moved his hand from my breast and gripped my hip. My nether region was becoming more sensitive. He began kissing my boob and started licking, sucking, teasing me as his mouth drew a ring around my nipple.

The moans were much louder and much harder to control now. He sucked on my nipple now and I took a sharp intake of air through my teeth. I rested on his knee and his frog-leg muscles sat perfectly under my feminine parts, making me sigh again. He gripped me tighter as he took taste tests on my boobs, alternating between one and the other. I started to slightly sway my pelvis, his knee stroking my clitoris and my vagina in all the right places. My moans erupted and I didn't want to stop.

He breathed hard against my breasts and I gripped his shoulders as I advanced my swaying pelvis to a gentle grind. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as one of Mickey's hands gripped my hair and the other guided my hip through the grind. I might just cum now like this, but I didn't want to orgasm without him inside me, so I stopped.

"Mitchel," I asked, breathless and my eyes clamped shut. He gave my nipple one last lick, then brought his face up to meet mine. His breath was as restless as mine. I rested my head against his shoulder before opening my eyes. My want for him was driving me crazy, and I saw the same spiking flames reflected in Mickey's eyes. My crotch was stimulated and I wanted him - no, I needed him. And I needed him right now.

"I want you to have sex with me," I begged breathlessly. I leaned my face into his, sharing the same breath. "I need you inside me."

"Oh I want inside you," he said intensely. His lustful gaze made me sweat. "My body's aching for you babe."

He kissed the right side of my neck. "You taste like candy," he purred. "And I have a sweet tooth."

The sultry talk mixed with his bedroom eyes were beginning to elicit a wetness between my legs. He moved slow, kissing me all over, holding me close. My heart was beating so loud I thought it might make the walls shudder. The music he had playing continued, many of the songs slow romantic ballads.

"I love you Minnie," he murmured, making his way from my waist back up to my face. His face was pink as a raspberry and his eyes were intense. "I love you more than you'll ever know," he said, looking straight into my eyes and a wet shine passing through his momentarily. That look choked me up and I cuddled him, holding his face a mere breath from mine. His song began playing again.

"I love you too Mickey," I said. "I love you more than anything," and a tear rolled down my cheek, which his finger quickly caught.

He kissed my temple tenderly. We held each other tightly for a few moments, and I savored his heart beating against my chest.

"I like feeling your heart beat on my skin," I said softly. "I love knowing you're safe and with me."

He gently led one of my hands to his chest over his heart. "You're my favorite reason to keep it beating," he spoke softly.

It was so sweet and so sincere my entire body curled even tighter around him and I took a deep breath to keep from crying. My instincts made me jump to kiss his shoulder.

"I have too much love for you to keep it bottled up inside me any longer," I lamented. "Make love to me Mickey," I pleaded.

He slowly traced a finger from the base of my tail to the nape of my neck around to under my chin, and titled my head upwards. We gazed into each other's eyes for several moments, his tail wrapped around us and twisted with mine. I was sure the tips of our tails were forming a heart shape.

"I've loved you for so long," he murmured. "I have so much love to give you yet."

My breathing jumped knowing what would soon follow. "Then don't hold back from me Mickey," I commanded. "Give me all that you have. Give it all to me baby." I moved my hands to his belt and unfastened it, then slowly unzipped his crotch without breaking eye contact. "And don't ever let me go," I said softer than I intended.

"Never," he replied, just like he had while filming. "I'll never let you go, not ever again," he added solemnly. My heart ached.

We kissed deeply, then when we pulled apart we shared a look, and understood what wasn't said out loud. Within moments, I was leaning backwards and pulling him on top of me. My back hit the mattress, then he pulled back to remove his pants. I couldn't stop staring, watching him as I propped myself up slightly on my elbows. I felt like I was about to explode. The space between my legs flushed and I felt a different more intense kind of heat. Mickey gazed at me with such awe and desire I would've fainted were I standing up.

He moved close and kissed my toes, then my ankle, then trailed kisses up my leg towards my groin before moving to the other leg and repeating the action. It felt like the air in the room was evaporating. All I could breathe was excitement and inevitable ecstasy. He regained eye contact as he started his lips at my chest and kissed down my tummy, his hands holding my hips firmly. I watched him and bit down on my finger to keep from shrieking in pleasure. I felt his lips smile on me as he continued kissing me. His song replayed, louder now, and it encased this moment of bliss.

Mickey slowed his kisses for a moment at my underwear line, watched my response, then continued kissing downward. I couldn't help the moan now, erupting loudly and making me throw my head back with my eyes closed for a moment. He continued kissing my virgin place and I continued gasping, starting to tremble slightly as I watched him. His eyes never left mine, and he moved a hand to hold my free one. I grasped it tightly, my other hand now gripping the bed comforter underneath me. He then licked up once and another moan shot out of me again, I was starting to feel dizzy with desire and pleasure, enjoying this immensely. He licked up again, eliciting another gasping moan from me, then came back up, his whole face visible again. The pink on his face was less intense again, but it was still there, looking like he was in much bliss similar to mine but also more sober on the love-drunkenness than I at the moment.

He looked at me with a look I hadn't seen too often on him and it was only making me closer to fainting. His eyes were starry, and his smile was one of contentment. His slightly bent eyebrows suggested he was relaxed, but taking in every detail of this moment, like a very deep thought was sailing in the back of his mind. I couldn't help but gaze at him, and I was feeling more and more lightheaded.

"May I?" He asked softly, gently resting his chin just above my panty line. I was too close to ecstasy to speak so I merely nodded.

He smiled, and used his free hand to gingerly trace down my side to where my panties were. I'm feeling so close to fainting, feeling like a fangirl about to be proposed to by her favorite rockstar. But I wouldn't actually faint - no way I'm blacking out during this of all things. His fingers gently tugged at the underwear hem, but needing both hands to slide them down, he started to free my hand he was holding. I squeezed his hand to keep it from leaving.

"Use your teeth," I asked quickly. It may or may not have been a fantasy I've had of him before.

He grinned widely, and gripped my hand back. His free hand caressed my thigh, and we held eye contact as he returned his mouth to my crotch. It felt so pleasurably difficult to breathe. He gave me a soft kiss, then gently gripped the the mesh fabric between his teeth. I inhaled sharply. He smiled around the garment, then gazed at me as he pulled the garment down and off. I had to close my eyes for a moment, a lusty gasp escaping me and my back arching. As I watched him, my sexual cravings for him increased ten fold. His face disappeared as he dragged my panties down and off my feet, but he never let go of my hand or stopped caressing my thigh. I swallowed hard, sweating slightly and suddenly feeling glued to the spot - not that I wanted to leave, obviously.

The panties lid off my left foot and now we were both completely naked. The spot below my tummy began swirling again, feeling so so enjoyable. Mickey returned his chin to my abdomen, watching me sputter. I didn't mind it though.

"See how good you make me feel?" I asked rhetorically before gulping for air. "See how breathless you've got me," I said between erotic breaths. He grinned, and again he wore that look I hadn't seen on him before. He brought his face up to kiss the hand he was clasping. He returned his chin to my lower half.

"I love you," he whispered, his face one of pure bliss. I glanced away and put a hand to my heart, about ready to swoon. He seemed to gather that because I soon heard him chuckling softly.

"Hey you'd be swooning too, mister," I playfully teased.

That look returned. "I already am," he said while his starry eyes scrolled over all of me.

God my frail little heart just had to get with a romantic, huh? I half-moaned half-sighed, not sure how much more sweetness I could take.

We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, the room dark but the moonlight outside providing soft rays of light enough for us to see each other. After a while, Mickey smiled, then trailed unapologetic kisses down into me. It instantly sent a shot of pleasure up my spine. My back flexed and my body started trembling. his kisses were soft, then his lips entered my most intimate folds, and I cried out, my face as hot as the sun. He kissed, then he licked, then he devoured me, not doing anything too suddenly but gradually working up his intensity.

I moaned and gasped, my hands now gripping his hair to keep his head in place. As he continued, physical pleasures mixed heavily with my emotional and mental pleasures, and I felt myself float closer and closer to Venus. Then his tongue and his lips sent me over the edge, and Venus burned me with the fire of pure ecstasy, then I most wonderfully came crashing back down to earth. My hands were tightly gripping the blanket under us by the time my high slowed down. Sweat collected in a few spots and my heart beat so loudly I wondered if Mickey heard it too.

"Mickey.. Mickey.." I heard myself saying without realizing I had begun to. After a few more slurps, Mickey brought himself up to my tummy and rested his chin on a hand while I pressed above my body, his muzzle pinker now and his smile huge and genuine. I couldn't hold back another second.

"Get over here," I said breathlessly, and I captured his lips as I pulled him up on top of me. He moaned softly as he followed my lead. We were making out hotly, passionately, and we were holding each other close, desperate to not keep even a spec of air between us. We ran our hands over each other, wanting to claim and love and show affection to every inch of the other. We were breathing intensely, stifling moans, and we began to roll around in the bed, our desire for each other insatiable.

We were near suffocation when we finally pulled our lips apart and we gasped hotly in each other's face. His bedroom eyes were at maximum intensity, as I'm sure mine were too. My eyelids were heavy but I wasn't tired. It's like I just wanted my eyes open enough to see him and nothing else needed to be taking space from him in my peripheral vision. His pelvis was almost completely laid on top of mine. Our hands were intertwined above my head. It was a beautiful sensation unlike any other I had ever experienced. Even my kinky fantasies of him came nowhere near the real thing.

"Minnie," he breathed, his face pink and heart racing above my chest.

My body ached for him and I was losing control. "Mickey," I almost whined. I lifted my thighs and wrapped my legs around his hips. He took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't hold back from me," I pleaded. I squeezed his fingers locked between my own.

"Never," he promised breathlessly. His eyes were glowing an intensity I've never seen before, it's like I was staring into blue sapphires that held millions of beautiful galaxies in them.

He slowly stood up, and he lifted me up after him. We folded the comforter over, smoothed down the bedsheets, and when I stood up on my knees on the bed we held each other close and gazed into each other's eyes, savoring every second of what certainly wouldn't be the last night of intimacy between us.

My best friend turned lover, my lover encompassing a best friend. My soulmate, my partner, my other half, my prince, my hero, my everything.

" Love me, love me, love me, baby please love me," I sang softly - the song he had written about me during our hiatus. He grinned. "With all my heart," he said sweetly. We giggled for a moment. Then we gave each other that look, and I laid down, and he followed me, never letting go.

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Reintroducing Myself - bc it's been a hot minute

Hi. As of right now I do not have any followers or a consistent audience but I wanted to do this post because I'm starting over this blog on a new slate.

I have a hyper-fixation and mild obsession with Mickey and Minnie Mouse/Disney. Apparently it's been subconsciously used as a coping mechanism growing up. ✨We love childhood trauma.✨ Anyways, that is the context behind my original Caffeine!Canon content; a universe and timeline for these beloved characters based on my head-canon. My head-canon has changed significantly, in part due to new contributing inspo like "Kingdom Hearts III" and the Chip and Dale reboot. If you're curious about my head-canon please reference "Caffeine!Canon Take #2022" for the most current plot spark-notes/timeline.

Otherwise I'll be re-sharing art (crediting original artists ofc) and reviewing fan fiction. I feel absolutely terrible; DixieMame, who is literally a literary genius and is hella talented in writing her fanfics and was low-key my pre-teen hero - actually commented on one of my chapter reviews for her story "Pirates VS Privates" and I had been planning on continuing to review the entire story but then I got v busy with work and school and just kinda fell off on it.😭 I do plan to continue the chapter reviews though; it really is an amazing read and I think Disney is missing a huge opportunity to adapt the story into a film/tv series, though it'd definitely be catered more to adults than little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse kiddos.

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Epic Mickey 3

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They smoochin

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The only playable glass violin in the world.

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PvP chapter 2: Expectations Vs. Reality

Sparknotes:

Minnie boards Mickey onto the Hawkins airship before Mickey is supposed to executed at Alcatraz; the journey is supposed to take a month's time.

Interesting how the law/legal system is described here; it's a sham and a system that continually fails people - not too unlike our modern American legal system. Kinda irrelevant but really shares @shewhowantsmouseears's incredible world building.

Minnie lets Mickey keep his yo-yo (if I remember correctly, it's no ordinary yo-yo)

How Mickey starts his "Turtledove" nickname for Minnie 🥺🥺🥺

Minnie reads Mickey her letters and tells him about the engagement - his distaste towards "Morty" and the mailed ring 😂😂😂

"My dog's sneezed up shinier things than that" 😂😂😂 in my head canon this is definitely adlibbed and I can imagine Minnie fighting back giggles and they have to "cut" and reshoot

Mickey trying to convince himself he didn't care about her 😏😘 Okay but him caring for her is just... *swoon* and you know what makes it so sweet and romantic? He didn't care for her because she was pretty or because he was "in love" - he cares for her because he's a genuinely caring person and his honest/unfiltered opinion/perspective isn't given in the context or even attempt to flatter her or win her heart!! Captain Mickey Mouse, you caring scoundrel you 😍

Also Mickey is clearly listening to Minnie - like actually soaking in her words, hence his arguing with her about her being "a screw-up" and why she's marrying Mortimer, etc. This is what's making him so attractive (to the audience at least) and why we're rooting for them to be together!

"what do ye want?" 🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗

Minnie fights her feelings/emotions - she's a strong woman but I don't think she's ever been given a safe space to express her emotions or even feel her emotions were valid

My notes/thoughts:

I know it's very early on but, again, I admire how genuine DixieMame wrote/built the MxM love story; Mickey and Minnie genuinely are not attracted to each other at first!! Their first interaction feels.. indifferent? Like they're clearly demonstrating their personalities - Mickey being his childish self and Minnie honoring her duties/responsibilities as a private who just captured a pirate. Yet because we the audience are familiar with Mickey and Minnie as characters, we know they're destined (doomed? I guess if you ask Private Minnie according to the next chapter XD) to fall in love, or at least become friends and respect/grow fond of each other. In my [head canon] (I feel like I need a better term for this but essentially it is my own concocted canon world/story) I imagine the two make amends and become friends again before shooting the film series starts, so it's kinda sweet that they have these early interactions of indifference between their characters when behind the scenes they're actually quite fond of each other.

Minnie's key traits; hard-working, spunky, determined, but also goofy and up-tight

Mickey's key traits; goofy/silly, immature but like in a way that conceals a more mature man underneath?? certainly charming, the kind of good trouble you should run away from but don't want to - honestly idk if it's just me being a Mickey Mouse s!mp or he actual character but he has me snugly wrapped around his finger by the end of chapter 3, and in my "head canon" I can easily see fangirls fawning over him early on in the series - maybe even Miss Minnie herself 😏

The love dynamic between Turtledove and Captain is a lot like the dynamic between Usui and Misaki in "Maid-sama." They bicker and Misa is determined to "outrun" Usui and it's an exhausting journey to get the part when Misaki finally returns Usui's love - but it works; you root for them to be together and it doesn't feel like it's wrong to hope they fall in love, or continue to, rather. I don't know how DixieMame and the Maid-Sama's writers were able to pull that love troupe off - maybe it's just because I'm a Capricorn and rather than jump through all those hoops I'd just want to confess my feelings and ask if they were returned or not so we could get to the next step faster. What the hell kind of troupe is it anyway? The patient lover and the self-denying ambitious woman? The will-they/won't-they? There are lots of external factors adding turbulence to the relationship, but the primary cock-block in it is the woman's self-denial and refusal to fall in love/admit to being in love because she feels like her counterpart is mocking her/using her attraction against her?? It's funny how Mickey/Usui so clearly love Minnie/Misa - not only is it clear to the audience but they also outright say "I love you" to their love interest - along with doing things/demonstrating their affections, obviously, but the woman just won't let it be. I'm astounded by any writer who successfully pulls this troupe off.

In my head canon I imagine Mickey and Minnie reverse roles of Captain and Turtledove; Mickey is the one being stubborn about his feelings and Minnie is the one pursuing him/making it clear she loves him - or maybe it's not her making her affections obvious but rather being at peace with her affections and loving Mickey more than being afraid of his rejection?? It's complicated, in my head canon Mickey confessed his love for Minnie years prior to filming but she ran off and avoided him/his affections as she pursued a fashion career and managed her mental health/character growth. Anyways point is in this chapter DixieMame is setting their love story up perfectly and I'm pulling hair out trying to crack the code to her skill so I can mimic the dynamic for my head canon.

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I realized with writing something I’m so emotionally attached to, I have to stick with what I know.

I can’t fathom the dynamic in Pirates v Privates or Maid-sama, all I know is the male is madly in love with his female counterpart and she denies his love/her own affections because she fears being hurt/can’t surround her pride. I love reading it and watching it but I can’t write something like that when I can’t emotionally relate or attest to it.

So as of this moment, I will continue reading and blogging about PvP, and I’ll continue developing my head canon, but I’m not gonna do it the way I was desperately trying to - I can’t just flip flop gender roles of the couple and assume it’s gonna work.

For my new canon, the two mice still brake up and Minnie leaves for NYC to study fashion, but this time her reason for running from Mickey and avoiding his love confession is because she didn’t want to say it back and make it harder for her to leave, and because when they have so much more freedom in this new canon than they did with Walt, she wanted to ensure her and Mickey really did chose each other and fell for each other - not just loving each other because they were drawn to. Very similar to my original plot line in that regard.

Mickey is charming and sweet, clever and witty, romantic and passionately kind and brave for his friends/family, and very emotional. He’s definitely grown/matured the most out of the other characters in this canon but it took him a lot of work to get there. Mickey has some unresolved emotional trauma that is healed and worked through during the duration of the canon. He is strong and selfless and bold and brazen, but he’s only that way because of everything he’s been through. He’s incredibly humble; despite the amazing person he is, he doesn’t [acknowledge] that for his own benefit - he doesn’t even see himself that way to convince himself he deserves Minnie’s love! He’s mischievous and always gets himself into trouble, but he does the very best he can to make things right. He’s probably the most human out of all the characters as well, a deeply emotional character and has both highs and lows that rock and rain on his parade through life’s challenges. He’s flirty towards Minnie and can have some sexual tension(s), but he isn’t a pervert. like almost every other quality he borders and crosses some traits of Captain!Mickey; he’s a bit more gentlemanly towards Minnie, but he’s he’s romantic, calm, sharp/witty, and wise/mature a lot like the Captain. I’d like to think a lot of what we see in PvP was Mickey putting his own interpretation/personality onto the Captain - the childish/perverse moments are more of his acting exaggerating his playful flirtatious personality, but the deep and romantic and caring and wise moments are more himself than the writing of the character.

Through Wasteland and the 3 hookups (from original head canon idea) - along with other mistakes - he’s humbled and feels shy entertaining the idea that Minnie would forgive him and fall for him like his heart selfishly wishes. He doesn’t deny his gradual feelings for her and acts in ways that show her he’s fallen for her. He keeps trying to tell her he’s in love with her, but every chance he gets he’s interrupted somehow. Minnie finally says the 3 words, technically Mickey still said it first tho way back then before Minnie left. Their relationship is genuine and strong; they don’t rush anything but it’s impossible for them to not fall in love. They start things slow as friends - quickly becoming best friends, but even in the beginning they know deep in their hearts they’re in love. Their interactions are sweet and genuine, and there’s much that contributes to their love story that isn’t seen or heard by the other characters firsthand - not because they’re ashamed of their love but because they feel their truest selves alone with each other and have a bond an outside view/no one else can understand without being in their shoes. I envision their early stages are a lot like my interactions with Blue; jokes and teasing each other and having fun together and flirting and standing up for each other and just enjoying be together, but also having deep talks and deep revelations of themselves to the other and supporting each other’s personal journeys. They trust and love and lust and share truth in each other, and their relationship is strongly built on a strong foundation of friendship.

Minnie is fiery and spunky, determined and hardworking - honestly a pretty standard Capricorn (saying that from the bias that I am a “spunky” workaholic Capricorn also), so I’m def changing her birthday in my head canon. She’s lovely and kind and Mickey adores her for her various qualities, but she’s certainly flawed; if she had to choose between saving Mickey or saving the whole world, she’d make the selfish choice - polar opposite Mickey’s choice/perspective. She’s madly in love with Mickey and borders close to being obsessed with him. She’s insecure that he’ll find someone better than her and fights with all she has to keep him (“I can’t believe you chose me” kinda thing), but in only in this regard is she humble - not by others or others’ perception of her, just by Mickey because she feels [shocked] he’d choose her over so many others (in case you wondered yes, I do in fact have daddy issues 🙃)

I can kinda sum up the mice this way; Minnie is where i was at my best when I was 17, Mickey is where I currently am/hope to be in my adulthood as I continue personal growth and avoid peaking. It’s not in the sense of Minnie being less mature than Mickey or Mickey being too matured/edgy, their perspectives are just different but complimentary and in my mind that’s the best way to describe it. Mickeys my edgier side - what most people outwardly admire in me, Minnie’s my inner side - what I admire/feel within myself. It’s not making much sense to y’all bc y’all don’t know me but I’m writing this lil bit more for my own thought processing than anything else 😅

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With friends warmly tucked in, pillows distributed, and bathrooms unlocked, Mickey and Minnie finally made their way upstairs to their own bedroom. The light in the room was as gold and glittering as Minnie’s new engagement ring. The dogs had decided to cuddle together in the living room, taking turns going on rounds to watch over their loving superiors and guests.

As soon as Mickey closed the bedroom door and locked it behind him, his newly engaged fiancé pounced on him, claiming his lips and embracing his arms and torso with her legs wrapped around his waist. The kisses were deep, desperate, ecstatic and golden and wonderful and only fueling the flames. Minnie managed to topple her fiancé to the floor, sitting in his lap as their mouths met and reintroduced each other over and over again.

Minnie finally pulled away, breathless and her heart a flutter.

“You really had to ask me tonight?” She asked coyly between gasps.

Mickey dazedly drew swirly hearts with his fingers on his lovers lower back and smiled bashfully. “I wanted to do it while all our friends and family were here,” he said just as breathlessly, his lips tender and scarlet from his lover’s affections.

“Well I know and that’s sweet and all but, now I wanna have sex with you and we can't exactly do that in a house full of people!” Minnie said exasperated, a sultry smile playing on her face. “You know how I have a hard time keeping quiet with you,” she said, her violet eyes darkening with lust and desire for the yummy snack in front of her.

Mickey chuckled softly, his lover’s flirting never failing to amuse him - in fact the coyness of her smutty murmurs turned him on even more than her lidded eyes and rosy lips already did.

“I didn’t think about that,” he admitted, watching Minnie’s eyes devour him made his heart rate skip and leap.

“You ever wanted to have sex in a car?” Mickey asked in a close whisper after thinking a moment, his solution to the problem spontaneously arousing.

Minnie’s eyebrows shot up and her heart beat triple time.

“Let’s go,” Minnie encouraged, her eyes sparkling with her love and lust and desire.

Within moments Mickey led his lady love down the stairs, both of them struggling to tiptoe in silence with how excited they were for the upcoming fulfillment of each other’s desires. Mickey's pockets were full with protection, and Minnie held a folded blanket close to her as Mickey eagerly pulled her arm and she eagerly followed close behind him. Minnie still had her slippers on, not planning to go anywhere outside the vehicle for long.

The mice tiptoed hurriedly through the house and to the garage, and were leaving the property in Mickey's sleek red car soon after. They didn't notice Daisy catching the mice from the guestroom window, and when she could accurately assume what the lovers were up to, she smiled to herself. Watching her friends' love story unfold had been both a joy and at times a heartache to witness; she had seen the spark in their eyes when they beheld each other, had seen them both long for each other from across the room while they left too many things unsaid, had seen the extra effort they put in every interaction to make the other laugh, had seen their heartache and their turmoil when storms rocked their relationship, had seen them both outshine every star in the sky when they worked together, had seen them both cry for their significant other in their desperation to protect each other, had seen them smile in an extra special unique way when the other said their name, had seen them deny themselves what they wanted most, and now had seen them get a big step closer to the happily ever after together she knew they'd fight forever to have. Watching Mickey and Minnie's love blossom and grow and withstand withering truly astonished and inspired Daisy; it proved to her that true love really was the most powerful thing in the world, and reminded her more and more of the powerful love she and Donald had made for themselves too. Donald crept behind Daisy and wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her slightly growing belly.

"Our newly engaged friends getting into some good trouble?" Donald mused, having noticed his wife's attention suddenly being snagged at something outside the window.

Daisy chuckled lightly. "I'd assume something like that," she whispered, turning her face towards Donald slightly, and he warmly kissed her cheek. They both held their hands over Daisy's tummy, and both would swear they felt a heartbeat come from within for just a moment.

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Minnie continued heaving, her breathing labored as she and Mickey continued their passionate expression of love and desire for each other, rocking the car slightly back and forth in the isolated wilderness - a perfect spot for stargazing that they themselves had visited more innocent years ago.

Minnie gasped and quivered as Mickey's lips sucked on her skin and whispered the many reasons he loved her, down her neck, down over her heart, lingering between her breasts for a moment, then warmly tasting each soft round mound.

"Mickey," she moaned breathlessly. She gently raked her hands through Mickeys' hair, gripping his head as her legs gripped his hips and her insides gripped his love limb. The radio played a soft romantic rhythm and Mickey's own rhythm of love hypnotized his lover. Mickey's hands embraced Minnie, one on her back between her shoulders, the other firmly holding her hips closer to his.

"Don't let go of me, Mickey," Minnie said breathlessly, her eyes closed as she embraced every second and every single nerve in her body hyper fixated on the incredible pleasurable sensations. the tattoo on her thigh themed on this exact request grazed Mickey's hip, ironically the same place he had has coinciding tattoo.

Mickey pulled his face up to murmur right above Minnie's lips, feeling her hot labored breaths. "Never," he said breathlessly between grunts. "I'll always hold on to you." He kissed her neck. "I promise," he whispered, his lips tickling her neck.

The car rocked more now, but no one was nearby to chastise them for the cause. Minnie let out several more moans, and Mickey breathlessly whispered her name, until their love burned the sun and they floated down from the pinnacle of sheer ecstasy. The car slowed its rocking as Mickey and Minnie slowed their rhythm, gazing into each others eyes, caressing each other, and catching their breath. Minnie was now numb, every square inch of her body singing praises of love and destinies fulfilled. Mickey smiled bashfully, his muzzle deep red and his own body twitched singing melodies similar to that of his wife - soon to be wife, rather.

Mickey gently laid down next to his woman and they embraced each other. Mickey watched the night sky through the clear sun-roof, Minnie watched her man through heavily lidded eyes.

Minnie smiled contently as she watched him, her body and mind in pure bliss, her heart full and throbbing. After several moments, both mice still panting slightly, Mickey felt the purple irises admiring him and turned to Minnie, smiling at her goofily. The love-struck expression made Minnie laugh.

"Some post-nut clarity?" Minnie asked teasingly. She dragged her fingers over Mickey's heart, writing 'Minnie loves Mickey' on his chest repeatedly.

"More like a post-nut reminder," said Mickey dizzily. "You're going to be my bride," he stated matter-of-factly with a childish grin.

Minnie giggled. "Yes, yes I am," she said in the same tone. "I am going to marry you, Mickey Mouse."

"And we'll have kids?" Mickey mused dreamily rather than asked. "We'll have kids and raise them right. Tell stories and grow old together.."

Minnie giggled some more. "And live happily ever after," she added sweetly, confident that no matter what chaos or turbulence may interrupt their love story's chapters, the ending will always be the same.

"Yeah," Mickey said dreamily, smiling brightly and his face even redder still. He pulled Minnie in closer, stroking her side.

Minnie giggled then kissed his cheek. He took a deep breath through his nose, content and more excited for the future than ever.

"Happily ever after, forever and ever," Mickey said aloud, manifesting it and speaking it into existence.

Minnie nodded. "Forever and ever," she said, knowing it to be true. She then tugged on Mickey's shoulder, puling him closer, and curled her leg pleadingly around his torso.

"Give me a taste of what forever with you feels like," she pleaded, wanting more.

Mickey smirked, relenting to her pull and resuming his position on top of her. "With pleasure," he murmured. "Just promise me you'll stay with me when we get there."

Minnie smiled and her tail wrapped around his. "Always," she promised.

The car windows were steamy and the vehicle rocked back and forth for quite some time, and it wasn't until after the sun began peeking out that the car carried two forever lovers home.

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Writing the song for the scene

Mickey pressed into the piano keys passionately, the chords riveting and humming powerfully.

He closed his eyes and sang straight from his heart, feeling like his soul and body had truly unified in this melody of passion.

"Whether near or far.. I am always yours.."

He thought to that moment when he had kissed Minnie for the first time, under twinkling carnival lights and feeling dazed as a dream in the Ferris wheel cart.

"In these coming years.. many things will change.."

He remembered when he had laid eyes on Minnie for the first time after those 3 long years, the way her eyelashes curled and her hair floated around her beautiful face, the way he felt so weightless when she turned in his direction.

"But the way I feel.. will remain the same.."

He remembered the day he had his cruel realization that, despite the many turbulences in his relationship with Minnie, he had fallen in love with her all over again, as incredibly yet more powerfully than the first time his heart had longed for her.

"Lay us down.. we're in love.." he sang with the strength of a choir of angels.

The inspiration for the words came from what he had been brainstorming for some of Captain Mickey's final lines, confusing what words his character should say and what words were personally longing to scream from his own heart.

"ahhh..." his angelic voice rang, needing to express his emotions but words alone not sufficing.

"ahhh.." he repeated, screams escaping the deeply buried chest in his heart.

Even after his fingers graced the last note, he kept his eyes closed in the long silence that followed. His heart relieved his voice and returned to his body, thundering quickly in his chest. The soulful experience kept Mickey dazed, his feelings set free and his most precious memories playing brightly in slow motion at the front of his mind. He felt like the elegantly painted piano Minnie had so graciously gifted him with for his 22nd birthday contained some kind of special magic only found in the ways Minnie made his heart sing.

Finally, after several moments, Mickey slowly opened his eyes.

He was greatly surprised to see Minnie leaning her chin on her hand against the other side of the piano, her cheeks wet and her eyes starry. Mickey blinked stupidly several times, wondering how long she had been standing there. Minnie was smiling, despite her clearly tear-stained face. The room was silent but electric, charged with something powerful, charged with something strong and immortal; charged with love.

Mickey and Minnie watched each other, their minds numb as their hearts began to dominate their thoughts, silently whispering what they really wanted to say and what they desperately wanted to hear. It was Minnie who finally broke the silence.

"That was.. an experience unlike any other," she said dizzily. "You sing beautifully.."

Mickey couldn't manage a 'thank you' and merely watched her numbly. Minnie slowly crept around the piano towards him, her breathing becoming more difficult to manage with every inch she took towards him. Her heart was high as a kite.

"And, that melody.. those words.. where did you come up with that?" she asked him, spellbound and entranced.

Mickey's eyes wavered between Minnie's shining purple irises and her full crimson lips, unable to decide which his vision should settle on. "I was just.. thinking about you.." he admitted numbly. "I guess a song comes easier.. when it's about the muse inspiring it.."

"I think I just.. experienced what it's like to be put under a love potion.." Minnie said breathlessly, now only an arm's reach away from the musician who had cast his spell over her.

Mickey spoke slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy like he was entering the best dream he ever could have imagined. "I'd sing anything, if I knew it made you fall for me.."

Minnie creeped a little closer, taking a timid seat on the piano bench. The energy in the room intensified. Mickey felt his heart's pounding reverberating throughout every nerve of his body. He turned on the bench, facing her.

"I already have," Minnie said breathlessly, facing Mickey, her body not fully settled on the bench due to the temptation to take Mickey's face and kiss his lips until he wouldn't be able to sing again. "I've fallen for you since the very first day I met you," she added, her tone sincere and her face honest. "And I fall for you more and more every day," she admitted, her heart having taken control of her body and mind.

Mickey and Minnie gazed at each other. Mickey forgot a world existed outside of this - outside of Minnie, outside of her eyes and her smile and her kind soul.

"Minnie," Mickey started. "What if I told you.. every love song I hear.. every happy ending I read.. every beautiful thing I see.. I think of you.."

Minnie smiled and her cheeks bloomed more roses.

"I'd ask you why," Minnie said softly, and Mickey subconsciously drew himself nearer to her. "Why do those lovely things make you think of me?" Minnie asked through lidded glittering eyes, part of her already knowing his response.

Mickey didn't hesitate.

"Because I love you."

It felt like a dozen fireflies had just been freed from his chest.

"Because I love you.. and I want you.. and I need you," Mickey continued, confessing his love with a genuineness and seriousness that would never allow Minnie to ever have doubts again.

Minnie took a shaky breath and smiled, her heart relieved to finally hear him say it.

"I knew you did.." she thought aloud as tears pricked her eyes. "I love you too.." she said, unafraid and unapologetic.

Mickey beamed at her; though she had already confessed her love to him weeks prior, it felt good to hear it, to be able to say it and hear her say it back and the rest of the world peacefully letting them enjoy the confirmation.

"Mickey," Minnie asked softly. "Kiss me."

Mickey smiled and gingerly cupped Minnie's cheeks, wiping her falling tears with his thumb. They watched the spark in each other's eyes, then, with a soft breath, their lips met.

The kiss was warm, deep, and strong enough to make the moon blush. In that wonderful kiss held love and trust, truth and lust, friendship and faith, and so, so much more.

Minnie pressed her hands on Mickey's chest, curling her fingers slightly to pull him in for more. One kiss became two kisses, two became three, and soon both realized they needed an infinity of kiss to even come close to feeling like they had enough of the sweet touch.

Finally they pulled away, warm and breathless. They pressed their foreheads together for a small while before opening their eyes, and both smiled widely when they saw their relieved, loving expressions returned.

They leaned in for more, so many words running through their hearts and minds but determined to have forever to tell each other, and instead they took the precious moment of now to resume their kissing, each light sound of their lips locking carrying more confidence and gratitude for each other than the last.

Mickey trailed his hands around Minnie's back and pulled her in closer, and Minnie warmly wrapped her arms around Mickey's neck, leading his mouth and his heart closer to hers.

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"I'm making Happily Ever After my own"

Mickey stood near the Christmas tree and watched his family with awe, love, and pure bliss;

his literal brother Oswald joked and held the shoulder of his figurative brother Donald. Minnie and Daisy giggled with Peg, comparing wedding fantasies. Pete and Ludwig talked cars of the future. Scrooge encouraged Max in his pursuit of a luxurious lifestyle and a relationship with Roxanne. Goofy, Felicity, Mortimer and Ortensia merrily shared stories of parenthood and mayhem. Roxanne, Clarabelle, and Horace gawked over the newest music video from a favorite rockstar they all mutually adored. Sylvia and Della laughed and fondly recalled the exciting glow of high school dances. Pete's son PJ and Launchpad aided each other in a virtual battleground game on their phones. Cuckoo Loca and Drake Mallard picked each other's brains with incredulous conspiracy theories. The nieces and nephews blended into one large group of cousins, sharing each other's uncles and aunties no matter the bloodline or species. Even the pets played and fetched and cuddled as one big loving herd.

As Mickey watched, his eyes stung joyful colorful tears, his heart thudded so fully he wondered if his heart was in his chest at all or if it was a drum proudly thrumming for his loving caring family. He felt a contentment he couldn't accredit as solely his own, and something glittered in the corner of his eye; a photo of Walt and Ub hung immortally in the warm glow of the Mouse Household, the two of them leaning over a drawing pad and smiling brightly. It felt like the young artists were winking at Mickey, proud to finally have their family truly together again.

Minnie glanced at Mickey and when they caught each other's eyes, she excused herself from the women and beamed and she neared her lover. Mickey couldn't help but chuckle joyously as she neared, and took her hands in his own when she was close enough. They leaned in for a smooch, the kiss light and given through smiling lips.

"You're crying because you're happy, right my love?" Minnie asked, wanting to make sure. Mickey laughed and nodded, a few more brilliantly merry tears streaking down his cheeks.

"The happiest," he said with a tone of gold, heavy with sincerity and appreciating the valuable moment and bright and joyous.

"But there's one thing that could make this really the happiest day of my life," Mickey whispered directly into Minnie's ear.

She beamed, feeling confident in her guess as to what that thing may be, and her heart fluttered at the possibility of what this amazing mouse would do next.

"What's that?" she asked as she admired Mickey through lidded eyes and gently stroked Mickey's cheeks to wipe away his tears.

Mickey and Minnie gazed into each other's eyes and the answer was said in that look before Mickey had the chance to pull out the small box from his pocket. Both smiled with trembling lips, fighting rejoicing sobs because they both knew exactly what was about to happen next.

Mickey took a shaky, emotional deep breath, then bent down on one knee, his hands holding both Minnie's left hand and the small glittery velvet box.

Minnie lifted her right hand to her mouth, both laughing and sobbing at the same time. Mickey bit his lip and took another deep breath. Daisy had looked around with her eyes for Minnie, and gasped when she saw what was happening across the room. Her gasp caught attention and the room grew silent as everyone followed Daisy's gaze and watched the mice, realizing what beautiful thing was taking place in the MxM living room.

Mickey was quiet for a moment, giving him and Minnie a moment to emotionally collect themselves. Neither mouse saw the phones being pulled out to take video keepsakes or heard the excited coos from their families; it was them alone in the world, beaming into each others eyes and absorbing each other's endless unconditional love.

"Minnie," Mickey started, his voice wavering due to his emotions. He took yet another deep breath to get his words out despite the joyous sobs threatening to escape him.

"Min you make me the happiest I could ever dream to be."

He hadn't prepared a speech for how he was going to propose to Minnie, but really his heart had been planning what words to say in this moment and what to repeat long into their forever together since the day he met her.

"You fill my life with light, laughter, love, and more joy than I ever could have imagined."

Mickey was in no rush to get his words out, and Minnie was in no rush to hasten the moment before she said yes.

"You make me feel the way those people do when they sing their songs about wishing wells and soon-coming princes and new worlds and dreams from hearts' wishes and strangers they met once upon a dream."

Minnie sobbed behind the hand she kept over her mouth, her lips trembling but smiling nonetheless. Mickey sniffled.

"You are the loveliest woman I could ever hope to meet. You're worth every adventure and every fight and every dangerous peril I get myself in to - and every time I get stuck in those I know I always have you to come home to."

Minnie nodded, not able to talk but promising he will indeed always be able to call her home.

"You are so magical, I'm forever enchanted by you.. And I know there is no one in this world or in any other that could make me feel this way, or that I'd want to spend the rest of my forever with."

The love they shared glowed brighter than the star on top of the tree.

"You make me believe in happy endings. You make me believe in dreams coming true. And you've given me reason to hope for 'forever and ever'."

friends and family of the mice glanced at each other with weepy smiles.

"My happily ever after cannot exist without you in it," Mickey said, his speech nearing the final question and his emotions threatening to rob him of his speaking capabilities.

"I promise I'll protect you, I'll love you always, I'll give you my all and give you every beautiful thing you've given me just by being in my life.." Mickey bit his lip for a moment, and Minnie regained her composure to loudly and proudly say what she had been waiting to say since the day she was born.

"And I selfishly ask you, Minnie, love of my life, my soulmate Minerva Michelle Rodawn.. Will you marry me?"

It felt like this interaction alone was filled with enough love to finally settle world peace.

"Yes," Minnie said breathlessly beaming, smiling so wide she'd feel her cheeks hurt - if she were paying attention to anything other than the most loving, most incredible person of her wildest dreams.

"Yes a million times yes!" she exclaimed as Mickey's emotions got to him and tears of pure joy choked his throat and streaked his face.

Minnie launched herself at Mickey, crouching down to his level and embracing him and his lips with her own. They finally pulled apart and Mickey slid the brilliantly sparkling crown-cut diamond ring onto Minnie's wedding finger. Their friends cheered and celebrated, clapping and bouncing excitedly. Minnie took a moment to hold up her hand and admire the ring that put the rings of royalty to shame, and soon the mice resumed their embrace and loving, passionate kisses.

Everyone in the room had known Mickey Mouse considerably, but none had seen him smile as widely and as brightly and as happily as he did now. Minnie and Mickey held each other for a long time, both unanimously thinking "nothing could stop us now."

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One-Liners - Dialogue Prompts

Romantic Part 1

“I could listen to you all day.”

“Have I already told you how cute you look?”

“One kiss is just never enough.”

“Not to sound cheesy, but your smile really lights up the room.”

“I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

“Being happy, fortunately coincides with making you happy.”

“Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Tonight was just perfect.”

“However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“You remembered my favourite food.”

“Sometimes, being with you feels like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

“Being half-asleep is a very good look on you.”

“You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Smutty Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3

“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

“I could make you feel better.”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

“Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

“I want to please you.”

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?”

“I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

“Oh, I love that sound you make.”

“Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?”

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

“If we weren’t in public right now…”

“Your hand feels much better than my own.”

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“Come on, you have to work for it.”

“I’ll take it that you like what you see.”

“Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.”

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I can never seem to get enough of you.”

“How about we continue this somewhere more private?”

“Oh, can you feel this?”

“We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer.”

“How about we get really dirty before we shower, so that it’s actually worth the effort?”

“Reality is even better than my dreams.”

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

“You always know so well what I like.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease!”

“I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.”

“You’re so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?”

“Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?”

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

Physical - Part 1 and Part 2

“Your hands are always so soft.”

“I would love to run my hand through your hair.”

“Come on, let’s take a nice bath together.”

“I think your legs were made to be wrapped around my waist.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Do what I say or I will mercilessly tickle you.”

“I’m in love with your voice.”

“Did you know that your eyes change colours when you look at me?”

“I’m obsessed with the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You smell amazing.”

“I don’t think I have ever felt safer than in your arms.”

“Tough day? Do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Let me wash your hair for you.”

“The taste of your lips is like a drug.”

“You have a million freckles and I want to count them all.”

“Your lips are just too damn kissable.”

“That colour looks perfect on your skin.”

“Sometimes when we hug, I don’t ever want to let go.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Should I comb your hair for you?”

“Your body fits perfectly with mine while dancing.”

“Come on, take my hand.”

“Those legs of yours look like they go on forever.”

“Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up.”

“Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?”

“That look in your eyes means nothing good.”

“Is that a blush I see?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

“Ah, your feet are ice-cold!”

“I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger.”

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Writing a love story between Mickey and Minnie is like writing a love letter to myself and accepting myself for all that I am.

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Tips on How to Write Dialogue

Here's an updated version of my old post! As I've grown as a writer, I realized the wording and the tips of my old post weren't as good as they could be, so I decided to completely revamp it!

Dialogue is incredibly tricky, for both beginners and experienced writers alike. It can be too overworked, as in cluttered with speech tags and descriptions, or too bare-bones, struggling to have any liveliness.

The main reason dialogue is so difficult is because of the complexity of human communication. It's a paired dance between nonverbal and verbal communication, and how people's demeanor may or may not embody what's coming out of their mouth. Without visuals or audio at your disposal to act as an aid for the reader, writing a good, realistic conversation can be hard to get right.

Here are some tips and tricks for those who've been struggling with their dialogue!

1. Punctuate it Right

No matter how good your writing is, readers will have a tough time loving it if it's improperly punctuated. Many of us have come across fanfictions where it is near-impossible to read the dialogue, or to distinguish between the people who are speaking. But knowing all the ways not to punctuate dialogue doesn't make it easy to figure out how to do it correctly.

Here's some sample dialogue to see correct punctuation in action.

"I am speaking," Character A says with a wave.

"I am replying," answers Character B, "but I also have something to say after my speech tag."

"You do not have to put a comma at the end of your sentence if there's no speech tag." Character A winks. "If you want to, it's also okay to put a period after the interrupting phrase instead of a comma, if the next line of dialogue is a new sentence."

"There's also an exception for exclamation points!" Character B announces. "You don't need a comma after exclamation points."

Here are some more specified rules:

1. Please use quotation marks (" ") to show when someone is speaking

'This is incorrect punctuation' and -so is this- and <so is this>

2. Please don't use caps to show anger or shouting. Although there's nothing wrong with this, it does come off as childish.

Instead of doing this, you can put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence and strong speech tags like 'roared' or 'bellowed' or 'screeched.' Although caps may portray anger in a more literal sense, it isn't very professional, especially if you use a lot of it.

3. You can put a period or a comma after an interruption sentence, but make sure to stay consistent.

"This is correct," she says, "It is a good way to punctuate."

"This is also correct," she says. "But you need to stay consistent. and not switch around."

"This does not apply," she says, "when the second line of dialogue is a continuation of the first and not its own sentence."

4. Start a new paragraph whenever the speaker changes

"This is very important for readers' comprehension," he says.

"If it's all one big block, how will they now which one of us is talking?" she adds.

"This isn't right," he says. "It's very confusing," she agrees.

5. If you have a very long monologue that's becoming one big block of text, you can break it up with a paragraph break. Here's how:

"I'm going to be talking for a very long time. You can skip this if you want. Really the most important part is at the end of this paragraph. You should probably skip to that. These words are just to take up space. You're still here? Aww, thank you for listening to me, but this is just an example. Normally this paragraph would be a lot longer, but I'm keeping it short so that I don't take up that much room.

"See what I did there? I didn't use a quotation mark at the end of the first paragraph, but began the second paragraph with a quotation. That way, you don't think the person has stopped speaking."

2. Try Cutting Down Your Speech Tags

I know it’s a groaner; seemingly every writing advice blog says this. Don’t worry, I get it.

If you don’t know what a speech tag is, it’s a verb (usually paired with a name or pronoun) after a line of dialogue to describe how a character is saying that certain line of dialogue.

(Example: “I don’t want to go,” she argued.)

You can find my master list of speech tags here.

Speech tags can be an incredible resource, and can really help kick your dialogue up to the next level, but if they're overused, they can get in the way.

If your dialogue is coming off very stilted and unnatural, then too many speech tags might be the cause.

Look through your work, considering each case on an individual basis, and try eliminating unnecessary speech tags depending on what you think best fits your story.

For example:

“Shut up!” she shouted.

This isn’t necessarily a bad example, not by a long shot. But if you’re having trouble with rhythm in this particular section of your story, maybe consider taking out the ‘she shouted’ part. With the exclamation point, we can assume she shouted the line.

Also, dialogue between two people can have less speech tags, too.

For example:

“Hey, what’s up?” she greeted. “How was school?”

“Fine,” he snapped.

"Doesn't sound fine," she pointed out.

"Whatever," he scoffed.

Now, let's see how this exchange sounds without some of the speech tags making it cluttered.

"Hey, what's up?" she greeted. "How was school?"

"Fine," he snapped.

"Doesn't sound fine."

"Whatever."

As you can see, I kept the two first speech tags to make sure the readers know who is speaking (as well as the tone of the conversation), which is why it's important to not go around hacking away speech tags without considering the context.

But the speech tags I did cut out made the dialogue flow a whole lot easier! Sometimes you have to sacrifice the specificness of your character's delivery of the line in favor of smooth, rhythmic flow of speech.

3. Add Some Choreography or Give Your Characters Props to Spice Things Up

Choreography doesn't mean a full dance number, but rather actions that can go along with your dialogue. This tip is for writers who may be struggling to make their dialogue lively or exciting.

Actions and choreography can also substitute in for speech tags.

Instead of:

"What the hell were you thinking?!" he roared.

You could try:

"What the hell were you thinking?!" He slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing.

In both instances, you can tell the character is angry, only the second one is a more 'show, not tell' approach to things.

The scene can also benefit from a "situation," such as people eating their food or washing the dishes, and the dialogue in turn would then be interrupted by describing people performing actions associated with that "situation," such as taking bites or sipping drinks.

Things you can describe while someone is speaking:

Mouth movement (smiling, scowling, lips twitching)

Eye movement (Glaring, rolling, fluttering, darting around)

Jaw twitching

Fidgeting

Sweating

Shifting weight

Moving around the scene

Breathing (sighting, letting out a heavy breath, panting, breath hitching)

Using props during the activities that are going on (cutting up vegetables, chewing, drinking, etc.)

And more!

Make sure not to overuse these descriptions, though, because like with speech tags, they do have the potential to clutter up your dialogue!

Try to intersperse them whenever you feel like your dialogue needs a bit more action going on, or feels too sparse and fast-paced.

4. Learn From the Professionals

The best way to get better at writing dialogue isn't going to be a random post on Tumblr like this, it's going to be by consuming other media and embodying the things you see.

Put on your favorite movie or TV show. Study how the characters look when they speak, how they talk, how the scene is set up. Look at how the actors portray the emotions their characters are having, and how the dialogue itself is paired in tandem with scene choreography.

Read your favorite books, too, and see how the authors write their dialogue. You may find that they all have different styles and ways of doing it, and can adopt ideas from each!

5. If You're Getting Stuck, Write the Dialogue First

If you're having a lot of trouble writing the entire scene, just write down the dialogue. Nothing else. Try to make the conversation as interesting as possible while still being bare bones, and make sure it accomplishes the goals that you want it to.

Do you want to make two characters grow closer?

Do you want to introduce a new plot point?

Foreshadow?

Make sure all that gets done in the bare-bones version so that you don't get too caught up in the embellishment to remember, then add everything else in later!

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

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The Interview playing matchmaker

Mickey sat in his casual suit at the Vogue table, the interview meant to garner attention for the newly released first segment of the PvP series.

"So in honor of Sweetest' Day, we're gonna set a timer for 30 seconds and you're gonna write down as many qualities as you can that you admire in your costar Minnie," said the interviewer being the camera. Mickey bit his lip and blushed slightly.

"Oh wow, ok," he said shyly, taking the dry erase board and marker from the Vogue producer.

"And time starts... now!"

Mickey hurriedly started jotting down the many wonderful things he admired in Minnie.

Beautiful

Kind

caring

motherly

lovely

independent

ambitious

doesn't tolerate bad behavior/bad ppl

fiery

spunky

good-natured

Mickey stopped for a few seconds, blushing as he glanced up into his mind to think of how to word his thoughts.

Funny

sharp + v intelligent

sweet

unstoppable

ambitious

loyal

hopeless romantic

patient

angelic

brutally honest

sincere

perfect

"aaaand, time," exclaimed the interviewer excitedly.

Mickey bit his lower lip, eyeing his list and slightly agitated he didn't have time to write down everything.

"OK so, don't hate us.." teased the interviewer suddenly.

Mickey quirked his eyebrow as he fiddled with the cap of the marker.

"We went ahead and invited Minnie to the interview," said the interviewer with glee. Mickey's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened slightly, afraid of where this could be going.

"She's now here, and you're gonna read your list to her," the interviewer continued, clearly getting a sweet kick out of this.

Mickey's jaw dropped and his cheeks reddened dramatically. Minnie walked in giggling from behind the wall behind Mickey's chair and table.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Vogue's very own Matchmaker Game!" exclaimed the interviewer as the crew laughed and cheered.

Mickey bashfully buried his face in his arm and groaned, his cheeks redder than a tomato. A crew member brought in a chair and placed it on the other side of the table directly across from Mickey. Minnie pulled her dress under her as she took the seat and crossed her legs, smiling and blushing slightly, a mic hooked to the collar of her white and red polka-dotted dress. Mickey looked up the cameraman and shook his head, clenching his teeth with his tongue poking his cheek. Everyone laughed and whooped and whistled.

"Alright Mickey go ahead, we'll leave you two be," said the interviewer, who retreated along with producers off the set and out of immediate earshot.

Mickey bit his lips, smiling bashfully. He took a short breath and finally looked at Minnie, who smiled curiously.

"uh, hi," he said sheepishly. Minnie giggled. "hi," she said, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"So uh, you probably know most of what's on this list anyway, so use, here goes," Mickey mumbled, trying to keep eye contact with her but struggling to do so.

Mickey fumbled with the dry erase board unsure if he should show it to Minnie as he read from it or not. He quickly realized that it wasn't because he was afraid Minnie would realize his affections for her when he read the list that made him nervous, he was nervous because he was greatly intimidated by her - intimidated to tell her the obvious things she probably knows about herself anyway, and intimidated because of course anyone would be attracted to her because of her many qualities, but someone to the likes of him was like a jester reading her this list while she sat majestically on her throne.

"Beautiful," Mickey said shortly, looking between the dry erase board and Minnie - it seemed so foolish to tell her this, surely she already knew this about herself. His lips felt tender as he chewed and unthawed them.

"Obviously, you're, like, the most beautiful person I know," Mickey continued - feeling the need to explain that he knew this was obvious in an attempt to feel less foolish.

Minnie grinned and her cheeks pinkened just a bit. Her grin made Mickey feel less nervous and he continued on.

"Kind - also very obvious but you know.." Mickey said still looking between his sprawled rapid writing and his smiling costar. Mickey began to scold himself for listing things everyone already knew and not things more interpersonal that he admired by being so close to her.

"caring, of course," he continued.

"motherly - you take great care of the duck trios and you're very good with Pluto and Fifi," referring to Donald's nephews and daisy's nieces, along with his and Minnie's pet dogs.

"Lovely, another obvious one," Mickey continued.

"How am I lovely?" Minnie interrupted. Mickey blinked, surprised. "You keep saying these things are obvious but, I wanna hear your perspective on me," Minnie said smoothly with half-lidded eyes. "Tell me why I'm lovely."

Mickey blinked rapidly and faltered, not expecting Minnie's interruption. His cheeks reddened and he felt anger, embarrassment, and yet surprise and flattery - she wants to hear his perspective??

"Well you, just.." Mickey started as he tried to collect his train of thought. "You're lovely in all the things you do; you're graceful and polite, you're beautiful and look lovely in everything you do, you're loving and try to see the best in others.."

For a long time Mickey entirely forgot there were other people in the room, completely forgot other people were overhearing this conversation.

"You're independent and ambitious; you can do anything you set your mind to and you don't need anyone but you to reach your goals and dreams," Mickey said, proud to be friends with someone with such qualities.

Minnie smiled with inward lips, enjoying this a bit too much. Her heart sang and twirled in her chest, pleased to hear such words and see such emotion from Mickey.

"You don't tolerate shit from anyone - not even me," Mickey stressed animatedly, eliciting giggles from Minnie. "When you see someone going out their way to be a shitty person you call them out with no hesitancy! That's one of the things I really love about you - you keep me accountable and in line," Mickey rambled, unaware he had even slipped and used the powerful L-word in his explanation. "And because of your intolerance for bad behavior or shitty people you attract a good crowd, and all your friends love you all the more for it."

Minnie chuckled and her heart continued to sing, noting that Mickey was becoming more and more passionate as he continued his list.

"You're fiery and spunky - a totally badass!" Mickey said pumping an excited fist in the air. Minnie laughed and covered her mouth and watched Mickey with delight. "Your spunk keeps me on my feet," he added, beaming and losing his nervousness.

"You're good-natured, you always help people the best you can and do things with good intent," he said matter-of-factly.

Producers eyed the time but were in no rush to wrap up the adorable interaction.

"You're funny - always keep us laughing. You're sharp, witty, and highly intelligent - definitely more intelligent than me," said Mickey with a chuckle. Minnie always commended his clever mind, but she never failed to astound Mickey with her brilliance.

"You're sweet as candy - gives me a toothache watching you half the time," Mickey said, more settled down now.

Minnie laughed, "aw," she said sweetened by the comment. This made Mickey beam and he had to avoid her eyes for a moment.

"You're unstoppable - when your mind's made up and you're deadset on a vision no one can stop your parade."

"You're loyal to the end; for some reason no many mistakes I make or how many apologies I make to you you continue to tolerate me and stand up for me and your friends and what you believe in."

"I'm teasing you about this because I admire you for it, but you're a hopeless romantic; you speak with such love and do with such delicacy we all fall for you," Mickey said, this time he turned away, blushing scarlet fever yet again. He shook it off and continued.

"You're patient, giving me a lot of grace when I deserve none," Mickey said swallowing, timid to meet her gaze lest he give his inner thoughts away; he didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone earn her patience.

"You're.. angelic, clearly," he said with a slight gesture of his hand, still averting his eyes from Minnie and instead focusing his sight too much on the list, so he didn't see Minnie smile deeply and her eyes tear just a tiny bit.

"You're brutally honest - which I admire because you keep us in check and when you tell me something nice I know it's from an honest place and it makes it easier to trust you with all my heart."

Mickey took a short breath, his rambling catching up to him and making his throat feel like he had just run a marathon.

"You're sincere and all you do for others comes from a place of selflessness, and you're sincerely yourself which is, awesome, because you're an amazing person and we love you for it."

Mickey bit his lip before reading the past quality he admired in Minnie, hesitant to read the exact reason he knew he'd never be enough for her.

"And, maybe most obvious of all," Mickey started quietly. He finally glanced at Minnie, his heart feeling light like he was on a roller coaster peering over the edge before dropping down the first big hill. Minnie already read it, but was excited to hear Mickey say it.

"You're perfect," Mickey finished breathlessly.

Minnie blinked rapidly and felt roses bloom in her chest for this man, for the wonderful man called Mickey. Had this happened when they were alone she would've kissed him.

Minnie beamed and smiled even wider. "I'm certainly not perfect, but thank you, Mickey"

Mickey didn't think a thanks from her was necessary; he was just being honest.

He shrugged. "no need to thank me. thank you for letting me get to know someone as wonderful and beautiful as you," he thanked her softly.

The producers and interviewers awed and cooed, delirious with how cute the exchange was.