#fieldmouse

Dive into a magical world where tiny adventurers roam! Our little field mouse is the star of this sun-drenched clover patch, embodying pure springtime mischief and charm. Get ready to be swept off your feet by its storybook cuteness and vibrant, wholesome vibes. 🌱✨ Let's celebrate the wonders of nature and the joy of small explorers!

Mimsy and Flora

chapter iii of iii

After a case takes the Fly Team to Athens while Mouse is out of town, he decides to take matters into his own hands and book a flight.

Mouse had woken up more comfortable than he'd ever remembered being, and that was why he'd panicked.

There had been one arm between his head and the billow, with the other around his torso, and he'd felt… safe. He'd felt protected, like he didn't have to worry about anything at all. In that moment, he'd trusted Wes, fully and completely, and that thought had been enough to jolt him the rest of the way awake. Because all of his stuff was in the apartment with them, and despite their make out session the previous afternoon, they'd laid in bed together the night before while Mouse finished his book, and when the lights were turned off, they went to sleep. The only physical thing they got up to was unconscious spooning, and he'd enjoyed the position. He hadn't wanted the sleepy hours of their last day together to end.

That had been enough to get Mouse out of bed. He'd slipped out of the comfortable embrace, careful to not wake Wes in the process, and changed his clothes just as quietly. He'd ended up in another borrowed shirt and his own loose pants, taking his wallet and passport with him just in case he needed them.

It had been too long since he'd just gone for a run, since he'd gotten everything out in the form of sweat. He couldn't remember if he'd exercised at all since his discharge, physical therapy not withstanding. It felt good, getting his heartrate up and turning off his mind for a few hours. He didn't have to think about Wes or all the things they'd talked about, or how much he looked like Jay, or how many therapists would have a field day with all of it. All he had to do was focus on putting one foot in front of the other, and the sun in his eyes, and remembering how many blocks were between Wes's apartment and the café they kept ending up at.

The entire experience had been so blissful that it hadn't even crossed his mind to check his phone. Nothing could be that urgent on a Sunday morning, and he could return any texts after he showered. Making it through the apartment door without spilling a single drop of either coffee was at the very top of his priorities list.

Do they have a "song"?

Which tswift song do you think suits them best?

Who listens to more music? Is it the same person who listens to more lesser known artists?

Hello, Rainbow!

I appreciate you so much. I will happily tell you all about my little guys. They continue to consume my every waking moment.

Do they have a "song"?

yes, in theory? it's either going to be the song that was playing in the bar the night they met, or something that was playing at the restaurant on their first real date, or something that comes on during their first "I love you" - I'm still trying to narrow down the exact vibes tbh

Which tswift song do you think suits them best?

so, the entirety of their playlist on Spotify is like... half of Reputation. but the Most FieldMouse Song? probably King of My Heart.

Who listens to more music? Is it the same person who listens to more lesser known artists?

Listen.... I simply can't stop thinking about Wes calling Mouse baby and I need other people to talk about it with me. So... enjoy? it's angsty so idk if that's the right word, but here's the them:

"I wasn't on a run the whole time." Mouse shook his head and gestured with one hand toward the cups on the counter. "I got us coffee."

"You did get us coffee, and I do appreciate the coffee." Wes nodded quickly and made sure they made eye contact before he spoke again. "Just for my own curiosity, is that what you've done in other relationships? Is going for a run when you're overwhelmed something I should expect? It's fine if it is, but it would help make me panic less if I know you'll be back in an hour."

He wanted to know what to expect, as if their future held more than just one more morning. It implied that there would be more beyond that weekend. Even just the phrase other relationship implied that this was one, and Mouse felt a new wave of restlessness wash over him. Was that what this was? Did he get himself into a relationship because he didn't know when to let go of the life he'd left in Chicago?

"I... there hasn't been any other relationships. I didn't know that's what this was." Shaking his head slowly, he diverted his eyes down and to the side, fixing his gaze on Wes's jaw instead of facing whatever expression was coming. "People tend to get tired of me pretty quickly. You're the first person I've slept with more than once in... since high school, I think. A one night stand is all anyone can handle, usually, so I just... I'm used to just leaving before they wake up. It saves them the effort of having to politely beat around the bush when they just want me to get the fuck out of their lives."

"Oh, baby..."