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missmouse25 · 14 days
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Netflix journal is up to date i feel so i feel very productive now
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missmouse25 · 3 months
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Ok friends, i want to make a little academia-core corner on my one shelf in my “study”
I’ve got a feather from a bird of prey, a magnifying glass, a glass vial ( that need to be filled still), a paper flower (that needs paint) and a pen holder that needs painting
What else can i add to this?
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missmouse25 · 3 months
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Close to 16k words in my story baby
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missmouse25 · 4 days
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Besties and worsties please think of me tomorrow because i will be driving long distance by myself for the first time
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missmouse25 · 1 year
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Good old classic like meeting his parents and brother and nanny?? Maybe showing you around the house and his childhood room, With max f🥺
Hello Anon! ❤️ i will admit that i got very caught up in the 'meeting the family part' , sorry about that. hope you like it regardless! ✨
Part of the Family - Max Fewtrell
gender neutral first person pov // 1245 words (thats a nice number) // no warnings. brothers being brothers, nervous reader, good old fluff
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“Babe, relax, there’s nothing to worry about.”
We drove through the suburb, and every time we passed a house, I wondered if the next one was the one that we’d stop at.
“That’s easy for you to say, they’re your family.”
I felt a hand quickly pat my thigh; I looked away from the window and to Max. He was dressed in his casual clothes but still wore his branded sunglasses – probably because they were the ones that he’d been able to find quickly.
“All you have to do is be yourself,” Max said as the car slowed down. “That’s the reason I fell in love with you.”
The car finally came to a stand-still.
“Are you ready?” Max smiled at me and my heart started to beat faster.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
 Luckily for me, it was Theo who opened the door and not one of Max’s parents.
“Hey! Good to see you again!” He said, giving me a hug before stepping out of the doorway and inviting us inside.
There were noises and voices from further in the house and it hit me that I was really here. I was really about to meet Max’s family.
“Mum’s in the kitchen, and Dad and Sam are somewhere else,” Theo said as he led us.
I felt Max slip his hand into mine as we followed to the kitchen, which made me feel better.
“Theo, is that them?” Mrs Fewtrell’s voice resonated as we stepped into the room.
“Turn around and see for yourself.”
“Hey, don’t talk to Mum like that,” Max chastised his younger brother.
Mrs Fewtrell came to the doorway where we stood. She had the same kind eyes that Max had and the smile on her face was bright. You could tell she loved her family very much.
Max gave her a huge hug. He’d been telling me just earlier that there was nothing like his mum’s hugs – a place that always was inviting, even when he’d done something horrible.
Finally, it was my turn.
“Hello, Mrs Fewtrell, it’s lovely to meet you.”
“Oh please, love,” Mrs Fewtrell hugged me next and I instantly understood what Max meant. “Call me Louise. No need for such formalities with us.”
“Mum, we brought some biscuits. Can I just put them on the counter?”
Louise looked between us.
“Now why did you two do that?”
“My mother taught me that you shouldn’t show up to someone’s house empty handed,” I said, hoping that I hadn’t offended them. “So, I baked condensed milk cookies, they’re probably my favourites.”
“They really are very good, Mum,” Max said, now swatting Theo’s hand away from the container.
“They sound delicious!” Louise said with a smile. “We can have them with some tea after our meal.”
Quietly, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had thought it would be.
 
Meeting the rest of the family was a breeze. Sam, the eldest son was so similar to Max, it made me laugh, and the three brothers were easily amused among themselves. Mr Fewtrell gave me a warm welcome and promised to show me all the embarrassing video’s he had of Max in his younger days. When the Sam and Theo started teasing Max, their dad then threatened to show theirs as well, which promptly shut them all up.
“Come, now, time to eat! We can talk more at the table,” Louise ushered everyone into the dining room, stopping next to me to whisper. “You’d think for how much they love eating that they’d be eager to get to the food.”
I laughed at the truth in her words, thinking of how often Max would come home famished but wouldn’t eat until after he’d showered and asked about my day.
Together we sat at the table, Max next to me with a hand on my leg for comfort, and ate the delicious meal that Louise had prepared for us.
“So, has Max been giving you any trouble?” Sam asked from where he sat opposite me.
The cheeky grin was not lost on either myself nor Max, who threw a singular pea at his brother.
“Boys!” Paul’s voice was not loud but it was firm, and both of them apologised immediately.
“No, no trouble at all,” I said, still amused by the family antics. “Although he did almost forget my birthday.”
All eyes turned to Max who instantly jumped in to defend himself.
“I did not almost forget! The stuff I had planned originally fell through and I had to scramble to get something else!”
“Sure, Max, sure,” Theo teased before ducking as Max held up another pea.
Louise shook her head but was smiling slightly still.
“What have I always said about having backup plans?”
The Fewtrell family murmured their agreement to Louise’s words. I gave Max an apologetic look to which he quickly leant over and kissed my cheek, earning a cacophony of noise from around the table.
 
“Let me take those,” I said, quickly standing up and lifting the plates off the table.
Paul and Louise shared a look before I followed Louise into the kitchen and put the dishes on the counter
“Thank you, that was such a lovely meal.”
“No need to thank me,” she said. “I’m always happy to feed my family. Speaking of, are your family close by?”
“Sadly not,” I answered, feeling the slight pull in my chest like I always did when thinking about how far I was from them. “It’s just me here. Well, Max is here too I guess.”
“Well.” Louise moved to take my hands in her own. “If you ever need anything, you let us know. I’ll tell Max to give you my number, call me whenever you need me.”
My heart felt full to the brim by her words. My voice caught in my throat as I barely managed a ‘thank you’.
 
While everyone was waiting for the kettle to boil, Max snuck me upstairs and through the first door on the left.
“Tada, my childhood bedroom. Please don’t judge me.”
The bed was covered with Ferrari themed covers, and amongst the pillows I spotted one well loved teddy bear. There were models of cars and planes on the shelves and trophies from his first karting events. On the notice board above the desk, an old school announcement was pinned into the chalk, next to a photo of a very young Max and Lando.
I looked at everything, taking in all the details. All the things that had made Max the person he was today. Gently, I took this teddy bear off the bed.
“And this little guy?”
Max’s ears and cheeks flushed pink.
“Hmmm, you’ve found Senna-Bear.”
“Senna-Bear? Like…”
Max nodded before I could finish and I giggled.
“He’s very cute.”
I felt Max’s arms sneak around my body and his head on my shoulder.
“He was a good friend to have. A piece of home when we travelled.”
We stood like that for a little while, lost in our own thoughts until a voice called out loudly from downstairs.
“Oi, love birds!” Theo yelled. “Kettle’s boiled!”
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“So,” Max said after we had waved goodbye and climbed into his car. “As bad as you thought it’d be?”
I shook my head.
“No, it was great. Your family is amazing. I’d love to be a part of it someday.”
Max smiled widely.
“I’d love that too.”
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missmouse25 · 9 days
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Ok online besties i’m telling you guys first because nothing is actually official yet but…
I have a car now…
Like this was not what i had planned for the week but here we are!
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missmouse25 · 14 days
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Ok so the test that was punishment from the lecturer… 31%. Which is not great but not a complete flop
My assignment i got 100%!!! I’m very proud
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missmouse25 · 23 days
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Alright i’m too scared indecisive so you’re helping me
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missmouse25 · 1 month
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🔔ding ding ding new record! Someone thought I was 16 years old! Ding ding ding 🔔
I am in fact 23
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missmouse25 · 16 days
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Alright i could really, really, REALLY use that secret boyfriend rn because we had ⚡️flash floods⚡️last night so guess who was hoiking buckets of water out of the fishpond at 7 this morning????
ME YAY!!!
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missmouse25 · 5 months
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And thats that. The show is over. Another chapter in my life done and dusted
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missmouse25 · 3 months
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Ok for my friends who’ve been helping me with my little academia thing, heres the loot I have plus the three stationery holders that i’ve repainted below the cut
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missmouse25 · 5 months
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In things that dont affect you:
Its my dance show this week so please think of me!
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missmouse25 · 1 day
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I am an adult
My lunch today consisted of one can of pringles, one chocolate pudding and a bottle of apple juice
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missmouse25 · 1 year
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Title - Max Fewtrell
Hello world, i bring you another self indulgent song fic, here you go. Based off of Meghan Trainor's song Title .
gender neutral first person pov // 606 words // little bit angsty and a mention of Max maybe seeing you naked --- “Really, Max?”
I stood with my arms folded, watching him from across the kitchen island. His ears were red and he kept avoiding my eye.
“I… I panicked!” He replied, still unsure of himself.
To that, I rolled my eyes.
“You could’ve said literally anything else.”
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We walked through the crowd that filled the night market hand in hand. The streets were alive as people talked and laughed; moved from stall to stall. Strings of lights flickered softly above our heads.
“There, I can see them.” Max pointed out a small group of men before leading me towards them.
Though we had lots of friends in common, these were Max’s friends only, and I hadn’t yet had the honour of meeting them.
As we reached them, the men all took their turn greeting Max while I stayed to the side, happy to see Max excited about being with people he cared about.
“Alright, are you going to introduce us or do we have to wait around like idiots?” One of them asked and gestured to me.
“Oh, right,” Max suddenly seemed to splutter. “This is… um, my…friend.
That one word was like a gut punch. But in that moment, I kept the smile on my face and shook everyone’s hands. I retained no one’s names – my brain kept replaying that one word over and over: Friend.
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And so, I found myself, standing in the kitchen. True, we hadn’t put a label on what we were, but we certainly were not just friends.
“I’m sorry, I just…” Max rounded the island and placed himself in front of me. “I didn’t want to spend time explaining… whatever we are.”
I couldn’t stop myself from muttering.
“Whatever we are…”
Max’s demeanour changed. Finally, he looked at me.
“What do you want?”
“For you to be honest with me!” I threw my hands in the air. “Are you scared that I’m going to… I don’t know, tie you down? Embarrass you by being clingy?”
The emotions were starting to overflow; I moved myself away from Max and started pacing the space between the counters.
“No…” Max started, but unfortunately for him, I was now on a roll.
“Cause if that’s the case, then maybe we should just be friends. I deserve to be close with someone who will be proud of me, who will respect me.”
“Yes, you do…”
Hell, if you ever want more than just kisses from me, I never want to hear you call me your ‘friend’ again.
“Ok!”
Max jumped in front of me, gently holding onto my arms to stop me from making a dent in the tiles.
“Look, you’re right about everything. You do deserve all that.” He paused, making sure that I was listening. “What is it that you want from me?”
Max didn’t even see to blink behind his glasses.
I let my heartbeat return to normal before answering.
“I want the title.”
“The title?” The confused expression on his face was almost cute enough to make me cave right then and there.
“The title. Of being your partner,” I said with confidence. “Unless of course, you don’t want to see what’s under my shirt.”
Max’s eyes widened and his ears went red again. I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“It’s your choice now, Max,” I told him once I’d regained my breath.
“The title, hmmm?” He nodded at his own words. “I think you’ve been spending too much time around racing drivers.”
He smiled. It was a smile that sent shivers up my spine.
“Maybe,” I moved a little closer to him. “So, c’mon. Give me that title.”
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missmouse25 · 3 months
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So uh… i got into that course i was telling y’all about
Yay me
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