#mouse writes

[fisshbones]

Things that genshin & honkai star rail men do that are icks.

gn! reader [dr.ratio, gorou, sampo, childe, aventurine] fluff / crack

a/n: aventurine’s was written before his release, but tbh all the characters are probably super ooc, sorry lol. lowkey just slandering them :3

Dr ratio: 📏

You know that “aksually ☝️” meme. Yeah that’s him. “By my calculations the answer should be eightee-“ “Actually ☝️the correct answer is…” Even if you’re just starting your opinion he’ll just tell you that your opinion is wrong. Like fym my opinion is wrong it’s an opinion for a reason???😭

Gorou: 🐕

Barks and growls. Those doggy genes run deep, because he is territorial as hell. While it’s really adorable at times, it’s also kinda cringey. 😕 Sometimes when some guy is talking to you for too long he’ll just randomly start growling 🐺 Don’t mind him he’s just trying to show who’s the true alpha!! /hj -> As for the barking, sometimes when you’re looking particularly pretty/handsome he accidentally barks once or twice. Don’t get mad at him he just gets overly excited sometimes. ☠️

Sampo: 💸

Steals food off your plate without asking first. He waits for you to be distracted so he go in for the kill (he just stole some of your fries🍟 ) If you manage to catch him red handed and accuse him of stealing your food. He’ll try gaslighting you for about two minutes before relenting and apologizing buy paying for your lunch 💀

Childe: 🏹

Holds things above you head so you have to struggle to jump up and grab it. You think you’re safe if your taller than him? Nope try again. He’ll just grab it and climb somewhere high up (the counter or table) with it just to piss you off even more 😑 He think’s you’re cute when you’re reaching for it too. (I want to fight him)

Aventurine: 🎲

Constantly looking at himself + gambling. I’m giving him two idc… When i say gambling I don’t just mean poker i mean he’ll make bets with you over the smallest of things. “I bet you free dinner if Topaz starts yelling at me in the next 3 minutes.” She indeed start giving him hell. 🗣️‼️ Another one i think he’d do is constantly looking at himself. Going shopping? 🛍️ He’s stopping every few blocks to make sure his hair still looks good in the reflection of the window. At dinner? Checking himself out in the spoon’s reflection.🥄 Can you blame the man for always wanting to look his best? No, thought so.

Like and reblogs are appreciated <3

#mouse writes #hsr aventurine #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio #childe x reader #childe #sampo koski #hsr sampo #sampo x reader #gorou x reader #gorou #genshin x reader #genshin x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x you #gn reader #💀 writes #adventurine hsr #adventurine x reader

[mouseinthecastle]

Normally when Essek floats it’s easy for him to keep the cantrip focus only on his person, but when he trances and floats the effect is less honed in, meaning that essentially he’s got his own sleepy little gravitational orbit. just a small one.

As soon as the Nein figure this out they start a competition to see who can get the most/biggest things to float around him before he wakes up.

#mouse speaks #mouse writes #critical role #essek theyless #mighty nein

[h3xa413a]

Songs i think certain Genshin characters would listen to / fit them !! hcs

(this is assuming they have access to modern day music) includes links to the songs! formatting is probably weird bc I’m on mobile :(

a/n: this whole post is just semi comprehensive rambling

Furina 🍰:

Okay I’m gonna give her two just because I love her. 1st one “Chocolate Love” by Girls Generation. I’m sorry I just see her as a kpop girlie 😭 I can’t really describe why I think she’d like the song besides the fact it has ‘chocolate’ in the name. (also ik what the actual lyrics mean by idc!!) And the 2nd one is “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. My reasoning behind this is because Furina just wants to have fun!! And if anyone disagrees that she wouldn’t like it… ur wrong!! /hj

Lyney 🪄:

Okay I KNOW the popular choice is “Circus” by Britney Spears. But personally whenever I listen to “The Magic” by Lola Blanc, I think of him. This is not to say the first song doesn’t fit him, because it does but the second song is terribly underrated and i really want to see edits of him to “The Magic” ☹️

Neuvillette 🦦:

“The World We Knew” by Frank Sinatra. Look this is the song was mainly chosen because it makes me think of Neuvfuri and because every single classical song has like 20 words in the title 🤬 Anyways I’d like to think Neuvi plays 30s-60s music while relaxing and doing paperwork, along with classical music too of course. Old man vibes 👴🏻

Xinyan 🎸:

“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence. I KNOW FOR A FACT SHE LOVES EVANESCENCE !!! Xinyan loves rock n roll, but you wanna know what she loves more??? A female fronted band. Xinyan for president ‼️🗳️ She would would definitely try and learn all their songs on her guitar. Tbh i think she would like 99% of their discography. I just chose the most popular song 💀

Dottore 💉:

“Puttin’ on the ritz” by Taco. Hear me out, he would totally play this song and dance a little while moving around in his laboratory. Sometimes when he’s feeling particularly good/excited he’ll sing along when he’s torturing experimenting on someone. Lmao imagine him torturing someone and he tells them to stop screaming so he can hear the song 😭

#does this count as #crack #music #dottore x reader #furina x reader #xinyan x reader #neuvillette x reader #lyney x reader #genshin hcs #genshin headcanons #mouse writes #💀 writes

[hushedlover]

How the Marauders laugh

A/n: this is my first headcanons (if you want to call it that) so they're probably not the best. I can up with these at like 2 am so... anyway feel free to send in any requests or comments

Sirius black:

I wholeheartedly believe this man laughs with his entire body. He throws his head back and holds his hand right over his heart and just loses himself in his laughter. It's the kind of laughter that's completely contagious and it makes you want to stay up until 3 am and do stupid, reckless things. It's one he saves just for his friends and it's one of the most magical things you'd ever hear.

James Potter:

I think James would close his eyes as he laughed with just the biggest smile ever. He'd grab his closest friend's arm and lean into them as he laughs. Even after his loud laughs had faded he would have a giant grin spread across his face. Jame's laugh is one that everyone recognizes and you automatically smile when you hear it, knowing that some scheme had just been completed. Everyone fears and loves his laughter.

Remus Lupin:

I think Remus would keep his eyes open and on his friends as he laughed. He'd watch each of the reactions and just enjoy being around them. He'd shake his head at whatever stupid joke they'd cracked but he secretly loved it. His laugh would be more quiet and more breathy, but his eyes would crinkle up in the most beautiful way. He probably has the most adorable crows feet when he smiles.

#Marauders #mouse writes #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader fluff #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #james potter x reader fluff #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader fluff #poly marauders x reader

[iamnotfondoflove]

“i’ll be the death of you”

i didn’t know how to tell you i have already died by your hand a thousand times—every met gaze, every innocent touch, every time you utter the words goodbye,

i die.

i die.

i die.

#romance #romance quotes #love #writers and poets #i make up ways to suffer in my head #love quotes #love quote tumblr #mouse writes

[krillissue]

Forbidden Fruit

I took a look at my Vampire Vash and Vampire Wolfwood and thought, "Hey, I should write something with them together!" And then a friend jokingly suggested an X Reader so, here it is! A Vashpire/Vampwood crossover sandwich.

Reader uses he/him pronouns but I tried to keep everything vague (this is my first try at an x reader so please be kind) There is no use of y/n, I use instead nicknames (little lamb, sweetheart, darling, baby)

No major warnings, other than blood drinking and shady make outs in a dingy alley. There's gratuitous flirting, praise, slight possessiveness, mild public indecency, alcohol. 4K words

M for Mature content

It was a still night, the rain-soaked streets reflecting the streetlights and made anyone out scurry for cover. You ducked into a seedy-looking dive bar, the red neon sign by the door a fangy smile but no name you could see. Shaking out your damp hair, you take a glance around. The interior was dim with numerous neon signs shedding different-colored pools of light around the patrons. No one seemed to pay you mind as you slowly made your way to the bar, figuring you might as well get a drink while you wait out the rain and warm up. 

“What’ll it be?” The bartender was a stern redhead, her piercing blue eyes seeming to look straight through you. You search the chalked menu behind her, looking for anything that sounded good but there were too many options. You opened your mouth to order but a gruff voice cut you off before you could get a word out. 

“Don’t order off the specials, darlin’. You won’t like ‘em.” The man that had slid up next you was tall, dark, and handsome. You could smell his leather jacket and musky cologne even without the arm boxing you in. He was pressed close to your ear, leaning down to whisper. “What’s a lost little lamb like you doing in a place like this?” 

“Take it easy on him!” Another man took up position on your other side, this one blonde and smiling. “The poor thing probably just wanted out of the rain. Isn’t that right?” His blue eyes were hidden behind yellow shades but they were open and earnest. You trusted him a bit more than “dark and broody” beside you. 

“Yeah...do you have any recommendations?” Blondie gave you a sweet smile and it filled you with warmth but not to be ignored, you felt a rough finger trace lightly across the back of your neck. 

“Spikey always wants something sweet. Are you sweet, little lamb?” 

“That’s enough, Wolf. Back off.” The bartender shooed him off with a cold glare before her features softened towards you again. “I can mix you whatever you want. And we have beer on tap if that’s more your speed.” You nod, grateful to have some breathing room. The so-called Wolf was gorgeous in black leather and an open dark red shirt, most of his hairy chest on display. Being the target of his attention had set your heart racing like a frightened rabbit but you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You ordered and took your drink to a small round table, just planning on people-watching. A particularly rowdy table near the back kept catching your attention, the group all yelling excitedly about something to an almost frenzied level. 

The longer you sat however, you noticed several patrons watching you back. Not all of them looked friendly. Curiously, Wolf and Blondie kept close but still gave you space, always in your periphery. It was starting to set your nerves on edge, everyone eyeing you like a piece of meat. 

“Can I sit with you?” Blondie was smiling still, pointing to the chair beside you. With the neon pink and blue lights on his pretty face you finally noticed, he had a nice smile. Why were these two gorgeous boys wanting to sit with you? They clearly knew each other but weren’t mixing with anyone else at the bar. It wasn’t exactly suspicion at their intentions giving you pause but something felt off. 

“If you want to. Your friend going to join us, too?” 

“He’s not so bad, is he?” He took his seat and smiled toothily, his own drink dangling by his fingertips. “My name is Vash, it’s nice to meet you.” What a weird name. You told him yours in return and took a sip, waiting for the looming shadow of the Wolf to appear. 

A large cool hand settled on the back of your neck, gently squeezing. It could only be one man getting so friendly with you. He leaned down over your shoulder to grin, his dark eyes mostly hidden behind his shades. Why were these two wearing sunglasses indoors and at night? 

“You looked lonely all by yourself, little lamb.” You stiffened at his presence behind your back but he moved to the seat on your other side, his posture relaxed and open. “You gotta be careful wandering into a place like this. Not everyone’s so friendly.” 

“Like you?” The alcohol gave you a boldness you wouldn’t normally possess but his cocky grin was starting to get under your skin. He chuckled, unphased. 

“You’ve got better chances with the wolves than these fine folks, I’ll tell ya that.” He took out a heavy silver lighter and started flipping it open and closed, the light catching on its shiny surface. You thought you’d smelled cigarette smoke clinging to him earlier. 

Taking another glance around, there did seem to be some pretty hungry-looking characters lurking around. A sharp-eyed lanky figure with too many silver chains and black clothing was chatting up an equally intimidating red-haired fox-faced person, both of them smirking like the cat that ate the canary. And a white-haired man with his finger hooked through the collar of the person beside him kept winking at you, a cocky grin to rival Wolf’s. 

They all seemed to shy away with Vash and Wolf on either side of you, though. Scary dog privileges? Well, at least one scary dog. Vash was more of a golden retriever than anything. You could practically see his tail wagging as he smiled at you both. 

“You’re scaring him!” Vash playfully chastised his companion, leaning forward on the table. “They aren’t so bad. They just aren’t used to...someone like you coming in here.” You bristled at his implication but he was so sweet and unassuming. It didn’t seem like he was trying to insult you. 

“Sweet little thing like you, you should be grateful we picked you up.” He swiped Vash’s untouched drink from his dangling fingers and knocked it back before offering his hand to shake. “Nicholas D. Wolfwood, at your service. I specialize in looking after lost lambs.” You took his hand and noted again how his skin was cool to the touch. Shouldn’t it really have warmed up by now? The strangeness of the evening was starting to make your head spin but it really did seem like these two were looking out for you. They were subtle about it but both were giving little warning glances at anyone that got a little too close or stared too long. 

“Do you want another drink?” Vash snapped you out of your thoughts with a point to your empty glass. You nodded stiffly, wanting something to settle your nerves a bit more. 

“So...why’s everyone staring at me? Are you all in a club or something?” Wolfwood smirked at your question, flicking his tongue out to lick his lip. 

“In a way.” He gestured to a pale blue sign on the other side of the bar in the shape of a blinking eye, or maybe it was winking, there was only the one. “Most people who come here are part of the Eye. We all know each other, more or less. You’re a fresh face.” 

“And that’s bad?” 

“Oh, no, it’s good. Everyone wants a piece of fresh meat.” He licked his teeth then, his canines a little sharper than they had any right to be. You had to admit he lived up to his “Wolf” nickname well. “Blondie and I just wanted to make sure a pretty thing like you didn’t get torn to shreds.” The thought sent your heart racing but not from fear exactly. You couldn’t stop thinking about those fangs of his at your throat. 

Before your thoughts could get away from you too much, Vash returned with a refill, the glass held in a strange metallic hand. A prosthetic, you assumed. It was a work of art, really. You wondered what it would feel like against your skin. You tried to shake your head clear of that particular train of thought. Sure, these two were handsome and friendly but nothing was going to happen. Not with you. 

Right? 

The three of you chatted while you sipped your second drink, your thoughts only getting more muddled the longer they kept giving you their attention. You felt a bit like a rabbit caught in a snare, their sharp grins and teasing remarks going straight down south. Vash was friendly and asked you endless questions, and as he got more comfortable, he started finding excuses to touch you. His fingers were just as cool as Wolfwood’s but you didn’t have much room to wonder about it when he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room. 

And Wolfwood, he refused to be ignored. Anytime Vash had your attention too long, he’d drag it back to himself. He was bolder with touching you, unsurprisingly. But you found yourself leaning into it the more he did it. It started to feel like the two of them were playing a game, trying to one-up the other. All you cared about was that you seemed to be the prize. You’d happily get out of here with either one but it seemed they wouldn’t be satisfied until you chose. 

“Do you want another drink?” Vash turned your face back towards him, his fingers gently hooked under your chin. His big blue eyes were half-lidded and his smile sly. You were practically melting in your seat but shook your head. The last thing you needed was alcohol loosening your lips any more than they already were. 

“You’re really pretty,” You found yourself saying anyway, Vash’s angelic face tinted in pinks and blues and the orange of his glasses. His eyes got all squinty with his warm smile, his thumb gently brushing your bottom lip. 

“You’re sweet, aren’t you? But I think you’re the pretty one here. I could just eat you up.” Vash started to pull you closer and for a moment you thought he’d kiss you but Wolfwood’s hand rested on your neck. He pulled you back towards him, his fingers scratching pleasantly into your nape. 

“What about me? Am I pretty?” He said it with a big enough smirk that you could tell he was teasing. But fuck it, you’d compliment him too. Didn’t want the big guy feeling left out. 

“You’re sexy.” Your face flamed for the boldness but you might as well go all in. “Like, you look like a mistake I’d happily make.” 

“Oh, sweet thing. I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” His dark eyes peeked out over his shades, his fangs glinting in the red light pooling over him. Fangs. Fangs. At last, your overheated brain connected the dots. Too late, you realized what all of these feral grins turned your way meant. 

“I wouldn’t complain.” What had gotten into you? Alcohol makes you too honest. Vash chuckled beside you, leaning in close to your ear. 

“I wouldn’t be so quick to volunteer. He’s greedy.” They met eyes, Wolfwood glaring. 

“And you aren’t? I spotted him first.” 

“He likes me better,” Vash sounded smug, pressing a soft kiss near your ear. “Don’t you, sweetheart?” 

“H-hey, you’re both hot as fuck! I don’t think I could choose.” Wolfwood took you from Vash’s gentle grip and nipped your ear, his fangs just barely scraping. 

“But you’d choose me, right?” This was quickly getting to be too much. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, these two gorgeous devils driving you crazy. You stood, planting your hands firmly on the table to steady on your slightly unbalanced legs. 

“I think... I should probably get some air.” 

“We’ll join you.” Vash stood as well, his lanky height suddenly making you feel smaller than you are. 

“I could use a smoke.” Wolfwood got to his feet as well and stuck an unlit cigarette between his teeth. “Lead the way, lamb. We’ll follow.” 

This hadn’t exactly been your plan but it didn’t seem like you were getting away from either of them any time soon. You made your way carefully towards the door, the two vampires flanking you. That’s what they were, you were certain of it now. Everyone in the bar was probably nonhuman, now that knew what to look for. The air outside had grown colder with the rain, and the drops were still pattering softly. You shivered, but continued around to the side where there was a bit of an overhang and Wolfwood’s smoke wouldn’t be right by the door. 

He lit up, his dark eyes pinning you to the wall over his shades. Without the lights from the signs in the bar, you could tell there was a red glow deep in them. Wolfwood offered you the pack with a smirk. 

“You want one?” 

“No, thanks.” I just wanted to follow you into this dark alley, you thought to yourself. Vash sidled up to you, leaning his back against the chilly brick wall. Wolfwood politely blew his smoke downwind from you both, unbothered by the rain slowly weighing down his shaggy mane. 

“Are you cold?” Vash’s pretty face was pinched in concern and before you could answer, he slung his arm around you. He wasn’t much warmer than the air around you but his torso blocked some of the biting wind. Pressed so close to him, you could finally discern his more mild scent. It was something citrusy and warm, maybe oranges? You tried not to give away the deep inhale but he just chuckled and hugged you a bit tighter. 

“Are ya feelin’ better, lamb?” Wolfwood joined you both, his cigarette forgotten dangling from his lips. “Your head feelin’ a little clearer?” You did feel more sober out here in the crisp air, the hazy lights and hypnotic music from the bar just an afterimage in your mind. But these two still had an intoxicating presence to them, especially when they kept speaking to you in their soft sweet voices. 

“I know what you want from me,” You mumbled, shrinking further into Vash’s jacket. It was warm, the rough canvas thick and comforting. “I figured it out, you’re both vampires, aren’t you?” You expected them to laugh or refute you but they just shared a smile, both of their fangs on display. 

“Very good, sweetheart.” Vash thumbed your chin again, turning your face up towards him. His blue eyes had a kind of glow to the irises, shining through his orange shades. “You wandered into the wolves’ den without realizing. You’re lucky we were here tonight.” 

“Plenty of them wouldn’t be so careful with a pretty little thing like you.” Wolfwood had propped himself against the wall by his arm, effectively blocking you in against Vash’s chest. He loomed over you but kept enough distance to not touch you for now. 

“You just want my blood, right? That’s what all of this is?” You started to feel anger bubbling up. Not just because they’d been toying with you all night but because you had started to believe it. But they were just hungry and you should leave. You shoved away from Vash and got a few steps down the alley before you stopped and looked back at them. 

They weren’t chasing after you. They were having a quiet exchange you couldn’t hear, both of their expressions disappointed but not at all what you expected. Maybe you had wanted them to come after you, just a little. It stung, the thought that they didn’t even want your blood. You turned again to leave but Vash called out your name, his shuffling footsteps bringing him closer. 

“Wait, it’s not what you think.” You whirled around, catching him by surprise. 

“Then what is it, huh? Explain it to me.” You crossed your arms as you waited for an explanation. Vash looked sheepish, glancing back at Wolfwood who gave him a “go on'' gesture. 

“We do want a drink, that’s true. But we aren’t monsters, we aren’t going to take you by force.” 

“So the flirting was just a lie? To convince me to let you bite me?” 

“Not entirely!” Vash held up both his hands, smiling nervously. He looked again at Wolfwood for help but he seemed pleased just watching. “I-- We both like you. You’re not just a meal we’re trying to share.” 

“You don’t even know me,” You said with an eye roll. 

“Call it a feeling, then. I can tell you’re something special.” Vash offered his gloved hand then, looking all the world like an apologetic angel. “You can always say no, we won’t force you.” You looked at Wolfwood over his shoulder and he beckoned with his hooked finger, making your stomach clench. You wanted to believe their honeyed words spoken with their forked tongues. Sure, maybe it was a little exploitative, but you weren’t getting nothing in return. Call it mutually beneficial. 

You took Vash’s offered hand and he pulled you back towards where Wolfwood was waiting. Vash backed up against the wall but pulled you against his chest this time, his long-fingered hands resting on your waist. His usual big sunny smile had turned more sultry as he leaned in, nosing gently against your throat. You melted into his touch, a whimper escaping without meaning to. Wolfwood pressed against your back, pinning you both to the wall. His hands were a lot less gentle with you, manhandling your hips to push them back against his. You felt his teeth against your neck before his tongue, his lick making you shiver. 

“W-wait, wait,” You pushed against Vash’s chest, trying to get some room to breathe. It momentarily distracted you that Vash’s chest was a lot firmer and broader than it looked under his bulky turtleneck. “You’re both going to bite me?” 

“We’ll be careful with you, promise.” Vash was quick to reassure you, rubbing your sides with his thumbs. “You’ll like it, trust me. But if you want us to stop, just say so.” 

“Can you-- Can you kiss me? Please?” Vash looked at you fondly, biting his lip to hold in whatever he wanted to say. But he still leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and cool. It was nice but not what you wanted, especially sandwiched between them. You grabbed his shirt to pull him in, deepening the kiss until he gasped into your mouth. He tasted metallic and sweet, his sweet little fangs just barely dragging against your lip. You wanted more. 

“Oh, what a hungry little lamb you are,” Wolfwood praised in your ear, his hands dragging up your shirt, his rough hands scraping over your overheated skin. Or maybe his was just cold? You couldn’t tell anymore, not with Vash’s tongue in your mouth. Wolfwood brought his hand up to cup your throat, not grabbing it hard enough to block your air, and kissed the side, sucking little marks you’d hate him for tomorrow. Maybe. It felt so good, you relaxed back against him. His gruff voice in your ear started murmuring directions, telling you where to touch Vash. 

You broke away from his lips when you dove in for his ear, nipping his gold loop earring. He squeezed your waist in his surprise before retaliating with a hand hooking behind your thigh to pull it up around his hip. Like this, you were pressed firmly between them, trapped by both. Vash’s hand squeezed your thigh as he held your leg in place, joining Wolfwood in kissing your neck. 

“Stop hoggin’ him, Blondie.” Wolfwood griped over your shoulder, shoving Vash in the shoulder. 

“Oh, feeling left out? Jealous he likes me better?” Vash smirked as he pulled you back against his chest, making Wolfwood draw in closer as well. 

“You wish, give ‘im here, I’ll show ya.” Wolfwood yanked you by your hips, threatening to rip you from Vash’s arms. “Don’t you wanna kiss me, darlin’?” His voice had tipped a bit into whininess, something that spun your head. They let you turn in their grip so you could face Wolfwood, Vash taking up the task of kissing your neck in his place. It was easy to slip your hands into Wolfwood’s open shirt, his necklaces clinking together pleasantly as you buried your face there, just taking a moment to savor his ample pecs. 

When he grew impatient and kissed you, his big hands held your chin and neck in place. He tasted like cigarettes and smoke but you didn’t mind, he devoured your mouth in the sweetest way. His scruff tickled at your skin but you didn’t care, he bit you like he meant it. 

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Vash’s soft voice filtered in slowly, your lungs starting to cry out for air the longer Wolfwood took it away. But he broke away to give a sloppy kiss over your shoulder, letting you suck in much needed air. 

“Little lamb,” Wolfwood tipped your chin back towards him, licking his lip. “Can we have a taste now? I bet you’re as sweet as you look.” Your thoughts immediately went to your arousal, absolutely nowhere to hide it with them so close. But they meant your blood, obviously. You nodded stiffly, slight disappointment in your eyes. “Oh, that won’t do. I need a verbal agreement and less sadness in those pretty eyes. What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Is it too much?” Vash hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“N-no, it’s just that-- It’ll be over. I don’t want it to be over.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Vash’s voice was sweet as honey in your ear, his soft lips brushing the shell. “We can take you home, if that’s what you want. All you have to do is ask.” 

“Yes! Yes, please? Please, I want that,” The pleas fell from your lips embarrassingly fast but you’d do anything to keep these gorgeous boys kissing you. You grabbed Wolfwood’s shirt to yank him closer, presenting your throat to him. 

“Such a good boy,” Wolfwood kissed your neck before finding the place to sink his teeth in. It burned for only a moment and then the warmth started to bloom in your gut. You threaded your fingers into his damp hair, the moisture giving you a firm grip on it. He grunted when you pulled on it, his sucking growing more insistent. But Vash didn’t want to be left out, he was nosing the other side of your neck. He pressed soft kisses before his fangs sank in, the sweet heady warmth making you floaty and limp. Their combined sturdy frames kept you up, but you were certain without them you would have tumbled to the ground. 

They drank messily, Vash’s moans breathy and high, Wolfwood’s low grunts. Blood trailed down your neck and made a mess of your clothes but that was the furthest thought from your head. You were pressing your thighs together, desperately trying to relieve the almost-painful building pressure. Vash and Wolfwood were close enough to grind against but it wasn’t enough, far from it. You wanted them inside you. Vash pulled away from your neck first, lapping the little pinpricks closed. Wolfwood needed a bit more convincing but eventually left a farewell kiss there as well. 

“Please, please,” You pressed your face into Wolfwood’s chest, legs shaking with how badly you needed something. It was Vash’s hands that found your hips, his slim fingers teasing at your waistband. 

“Do you want some help, sweetheart?” You nodded before grabbing Wolfwood’s cheeks, pulling him for more kisses. He happily obliged, occupying your mouth while Vash opened your pants and slipped his hand inside. He was slow at first, casting glances around. But Wolfwood’s mouth muffled your moans and their bulk hid you almost entirely. Vash urged you on with muttered praise, peppering kisses everywhere he could reach from his cramped position. Too quick, you felt your orgasm building, and you desperately gripped at Vash’s wrist. You wanted him to give it to you, you wanted him to draw it out. But he promised, he promised. It wasn’t over with this. You let yourself tip over the edge, making a mess of yourself. 

Vash happily licked his fingers clean, holding you up while Wolfwood gave you soft kisses. They let you come down and find your footing again before they stepped away, both smiling wide satisfied grins. 

“What do you say, little lamb?” 

“Let’s go home, we’re not done yet.” 

#trigun fanfiction #trigun smut #reader insert #x reader #masc reader #vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood/masc reader #vampire au #mouse writes #requested by best friend

[himbos-hotline]

can i request “I want you. I need you.” for the Golden Lovers?

The only one who’s hurt someone is me

Golden Lovers || 3.3k words || Angst/ Hurt/comfort

He just has to stop. Stop existing, stop gazing up at Kota like he's still something for Kenny to look at. Something bites at the middle of his stomach when Kota gets dropped at his feet moments later, a misplaced fear, an angry guilt, Kenny doesn't know but he knows that the ache is one of the worst things he's felt, ever. Kota's fingers brush against the top of shoe, so cautious yet it lights Kenny up with warmth and shuffling backwards, he sinks back into the chill of sadness that he's become akin too with the Bullet Club.

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He wishes his fingers would stop moving, that the itch that grows just under his skin would fade at least a little. The ring feels so familiar under his feet but as he stares through the ropes, it feels like he's looking into another world; a world where he doesn't even exist, at least not when he looks up and meets brown eyes, so warm and flooded with love it almost burns to look away. He swallows a little, pressing his wrapped palms into the cold metal hidden under the thin ring apron, trying to keep his hands busy.

He just has to stop. Stop existing, stop gazing up at Kota like he's still something for Kenny to look at. Something bites at the middle of his stomach when Kota gets dropped at his feet moments later, a misplaced fear, an angry guilt, Kenny doesn't know but he knows that the ache is one of the worst things he's felt, ever. Kota's fingers brush against the top of shoe, so cautious yet it lights Kenny up with warmth and shuffling backwards, he sinks back into the chill of sadness that he's become akin too with the Bullet Club. He watches Styles wobble unsteady on the floor and he moves without thinking. His feet chase through Kota's footsteps, hopping onto the canvas the same time his former lover springs onto the ropes.

Kenny doesn't know what shocks him back into existence but as he stares up at Kota, following the way dark brown hair falls, frizzing with the humidity, just barely blocking off the wetness that grows in the corner of Kota's eyes. Kenny spots himself in the heartbroken reflection and his hands tighten on the ring ropes. He can't, he blinks slowly forcing the pressure of tears back down into his stomach and he tries to apologize, even if it's on looks alone. He stares at Kota with nothing but regret. He knows he should have helped Styles, but he just couldn't, he wanted too, he needed too.

But in that moment, as the crowd held their breath, Kenny was suddenly twenty five again; lost in Kota's eyes, hands craving to map, to carve out the ache that settles just below Kota's skin. And he couldn't. Kota soars through the sky in slow motion and Kenny can't break eye contact until Styles wraps his lover's arms around his legs and drives his head into the canvas with a thud that echoes dully in Kenny's head as he climbs slowly into the ring. He stands by Styles’ side, staring at the sweat stained back pretending that he’s forced on his racing breath instead of the sound of Kota’s quiet sobs echoing around his skull, squeezing into a space between his permanent memories.

Something hits Kenny in the back of his head, thick and heavy and darkness flashes briefly across his eyes. He lays against the sweat stained canvas, breathing in the last wisps of Kota between the beatdown of heavy foots and fists. Pain bounces through his body like bullets slicing through his skin and finally, Kenny has an excuse for the tears that slowly fall into the canvas, he tastes the salt in his mouth when he parts his lips in a miserable smile.

He isn't sure who saved him or AJ but the arm that wraps around him is familiar and for a few seconds, between raspy breaths he expects to open his eyes, and see Kota's brown eyes gazing back, concerned. Matt's eyes aren't as bright as Kota's when Kenny looks into them later on, an icepack pressed against the back of his neck. Sure, Matt's eyes are the same brown; dark and rich and endless but as Kenny searches his face in Matt's reflection, they are dark and muddy like the bottom of a dyed up river bank.

"It's raining." Kenny says, not because he wants to speak; forcing words past his lips feels tiresome, but because Nick is tapping on his collarbone, Kenny pretends not to spot the anxiety that's rising slowly in the room. He smiles just because he has too. Because he knows, if he smiles, Matt and Nick will stop staring at him like he's about to break. Kenny isn't made of porcelain, he's barely that broken chipped pot everyone has in their gardens. He smiles, forcing it to reach his eyes and the Bucks brighten. "How longs it been raining?"

Matt looks at Nick who shrugs, half raising his shoulders in a way that makes his fingers slip off his collarbone and the small medical room goes quiet. "A while." Is the answer Matt settles on, kicking his legs slightly as he talks.

"Why, you hate the rain." Nick pipes up from his spot in the corner of the room. He stares up at Kenny and his eyes are so blue that Kenny almost sees himself in them; swaying and drowning in a sea of uncontrollable guilt. A guilt that sticks just behind his teeth when he opens his mouth to answer the question. He searches Nick's eyes, spots the anxiety and swallows down the fear of being seen. He shifts off the bench cautiously, nursing the bubble of control when Nick looks away first. He wobbles a little, feet unsteady on the chipped fake-marble floor.

It's so cold under his feet, so different to the chill of the ring apron that it shocks him a little, pushing an ache from his heels, twisting around Kenny's body like a vine wrapping its way around a dying flower; squeezing and digging and pulling at the lasts bits of humanity and, like a dying flower, Kenny takes one last little breathe before he straightens his back, leaving the Bucks staring at his back as he walks away.

He's slow at first, legs balancing unsteadily on his ankles, he feels his thighs rub together, knees knocking together as he speeds up. Slowly, like the flowers at a gravestone, he wilts, turning his reddening face away from the rain. It's cold as it weaves its way through his hair and almost, it feels like love. Love in the way he's used too.

Transactional and wrapped in a bandage of coldness. He presses his feet against the tarmac, hands gripping at one another, he laces his fingers between his hands and squeezes until the tips of his pinking fingers start to tingle. "Almost like someone’s here huh?" He tells himself, allowing his voice to tremble under the rumble of thunder.

Under the storm clouds, Kenny has never felt more alone. Without the warmth of love warming the scars on his back, he feels a chill biting down to his bones, chewing through his skin. He bends forwards, heaving in a breath and he sobs, letting his tears mix with the puddles growing at his feet. As he swallows the snot falling off his wet face, he feels the fire dampening in his stomach. Kota was always the star, but while Kenny sits alone, choking on his own tears, he has never felt more burnt up. He wanders around his brain, leaving footsteps in the rubble and sooty anger that builds like ice around his heart. Its heavy in his chest when he finally looks up at the sky.

There's no stars for Kenny to look up at as the storm rolls on over his head. Just an empty void of darkness that stares back down at him, dropping water into his eyes again. At first, he doesn't bring it away. He lets it roll down his face and imagines himself as a Roman statue, sculptured in something prettier than second-best marble with his tears and emotions plastered on sight for everyone to see. He imagines staring down at everyone, cold eyes void of feeling as they shift over the faceless crowd. He listens to them coo, pretending to hear the praise in someone else's voice. He shakes his head and blinks slowly at first, he's not a statue. Regardless of whether he likes it or not, Kenny is human. A painfully raw, painfully real human who betrayed the only person who made him feel like an angel.

He sees a shadow, almost a ghost floating just past his eyeline and hope melts the ice just a little around his heart. He blinks and sighs, lips twisting into what he hopes looks like a smile. "Hi Aj...you won."

"You bet I did! No thanks to you" Styles has a hood covering his eyes but Kenny doesn't need to look at him to know he's disappointed in him and a feeling pools in his stomach. Anger stokes the fire in stomach, watching as embers float just a little up to burn the blues of Kennys eyes. "What?" Styles spits, fixing the belt higher on his shoulder.

"Do you know what I did for you?" Kenny's voice doesn't wobble this time when he speaks. It raises over the thunder and as lightning flashes just behind the arena, it lights his eyes darker than the bottomless pit of the sea. "I-..."

"Betrayed Ibushi." AJ says it so easily, so flippantly that it feels almost like a knife twisting into Kenny's chest. He paws at the pain, twisting the handle. The knife twists deeply into Kenny's heart but he doesn't flinch, he's used to the stab of the knife that it's almost like home. But he nods, tugging the knife out his chest.

AJ isn't the only one who can play with knives. Kenny smiles a little, crooked teeth pressing into the fat of his bottom lip. "Yes, for the leader of the Bullet Club." He chuckles a little, thick and dry against his teeth. "That's the thing about being a leader. Every leader has their downfall." His voice is humming now, buzzing just a little in his ears. He pats Styles hard, Kennys cold hands coming down like vices. "Don't forget what I did to you."

AJ’s hands are heavy against Kenny’s chest; fingers press into the deep wound of Kenny's chest and he soaks in the pain. He shoves Styles back, fury moving his hands as the two of them scuffle. Kenny feels his nose crack between his eyes and the yelp that bubbles in his chest grows, spewing out of his mouth as a laugh.

He pins Styles against the dirt, hands pressed against the nape of his neck. "I will beat you, I will defeat you. I..-" Kenny gasps in air slowly, spewing blood across the shocked expression on AJ's face. He doesn't press down against Style's throat, he doesn't dig his claws into his prey. He simply rests the weight of his hips against his and smiles, licking at his bottom lip. "If not for me. For Bullet Club." Thunder rolls over the two of them and Kenny rolls of Styles, spitting blood at the top of AJ's head. "I did everything for you. Now you'll do something for me."

Kneeling in the rain, Kenny presses his eyebrows together, sneering as Styles nods, rolling over like a scolded puppy and Kenny feels as surgeof a feeling flood his brain with dopamine. "Alan." He spits, shoving Styles' face into the tarmac, "You will tell the boys, ever single fucking one of them. Matt, Nick, Hell- even Cody. That Ibushi is mine. He is off limits." He presses his palm into AJ's hair, listening to the way he hisses, trying to claw for the title. "You understand?"

He follows the path that AJ's eyes are tracing and Kenny shifts off his knees, just enough to spread his legs. He pins the title under his knee and smirks. "I'm coming for this. I'm coming for you." He stands slowly, aching body trembling under the thin fabric of his hoodie. Kenny swallows and holds a hand out for Styles to take and he smiles a little when he does. Pulling the other man up, Kenny feels himself settle back into his body. The chill bites at his skin and his skin burns distantly on the side of his face, the palms of his hands sting with dirt from the road. "Was my message clear?" He asks, voice soft.

Aj nods, bending down to grab the title. "I get that you’re upset." He says instead of answering Kenny's question. "But you don't take this shit out on me. Right?" He shoves Kenny and his sneakers wobble a little on the wet tarmac and Kenny winces a little when he loses his balance on the floor, the back of his head hitting against the tarmac. He stares up at AJ, his brown hair falling over his face as the rain plasters it to his face. "BC picked you up when you had nothing, when he left you." Aj's spit is warm on Kenny's stinging face and he nudges his foot into Kenny's armpit, barely hard enough to hurt but enough to make Kenny squirm, struggling to sit up. "we made you." He pats Kenny on the head, quick and dismissive, huffing a little when the palm of his hand comes back damn and sticky. "You need us."

Kenny stares at his palms as the door clothes behind him. His jeans are damp and the warmth of his own blood twists its way down the back of his neck. It aches a little when he sits up, pressing his knees into the stained, wet ground. He heaves in a breathe, sinks into the burn of the rash growing on the base of his wrists. He stands, feeling the stinging joints of his knees crack just under his skin as he walks, head down and shoulders hunched against the rain.

The streets are awkward and long under Kenny's feet and his scuffed sneakers drag against the pavement, he tucks his elbows inwards, keeping his eyes focused on his shoes. He tries to make himself smaller as he walks, only stopping to gaze up at the lights of the cross walk. It flashes from red to green and Kenny sighs, letting himself get lost in the mass of people. He listens to distant conversations as he wanders through the streets, smiles at a woman whose nose wrinkles a little in concern when she spots the bruise growing on his cheek.

He walks until his feet ache and he's so cold that Kenny almost feels like a ghost haunting the halls of the hotel. He doesn't have a room there, but as the receptionist looks up he waves. He knows Kota will be there, it's the same hotel they always used to stay in. With his bright golden walls and swaying chandelier, it's fancier than what Kenny feels like he could ever afford and as he squashes awkwardly into the elevator, he feels painfully underdressed. He makes eye contact with himself through the rows of people and he sighs, scrubbing dried blood off the corner of his jaw with the wet sleeve of his hoodie. He knows Kota's room number off by heart, he always found a safety in sameness and through the aching fog that's growing in his brain, Kenny forces himself to remember.

Crumpling, shaking hands into his pockets, Kenny traces the number on the door with his eyes for longer than he wants to admit to himself. He shuffles his sneakers on the floor, swallows a breath and raises his hand to rap his knuckles against the white painted door. Dirty knuckles stain the pristine wood and before Kenny can knock louder the door opens. The first thing he notices is that Kota looks tired; he blinks almost like a cat at Kenny, lips trembling just a little as his face falls just a little. "What happened?" He asks, voice so quiet but so warm and Kenny isn't sure why the way Kota's fingers inch out slowly until his fingers brush against his wrist makes a heavy ache grow just behind his eyes. "I knew you were hurt." He settles on after a few moments of studying the way Kenny gazes at him, sadly. Apologetically.

"How?" Kenny whispers, pushing the word out through a thick layer of tears.

He didn't expect Kota to smile. "Because I know you Kenny-tan."

Kenny pretends that it doesn't hurt, he shivers in place under Kota's warm glare and he fights a smile, letting it sit across his face before his top lip curves upwards and the pressure behind his eyes breaks. He stumbles forward, legs finally slipping out from under him. He sobs, wet face pressed so deeply in the curve of Kota's neck that Kenny feels like the two of them are merging together. He doesn't know how long Kota stands in the doorway of his hotel room, cradling him closer and closer until Kota's shirt comes back stained with rain and rapidly drying blood. “I want you. I need you.” Kenny hiccups out, a little while later.

Kota presses a kiss, calming and gentle against the middle of his forehead. "You have me." He says it so quietly, almost like he's telling Kenny a secret. Something that's just for Kenny's ears to hear and through the emptiness, Kenny smiles. Not because he has too. But because for the first time in a while, Kenny feels genuinely happy. Kota weaves his fingers between his head, huffing out a small chuckle. "I preferred you blond." He pulls his hands away quickly, face shifting from gentleness to concern when Kenny winces. "Did I hurt you?"

Kenny looks away, eyes on the small pile of clothes tossed carelessly against the floor. "I hurt you. Earlier...I-I'm sorry..I didn't want too..I couldn't-"

He feels Kota's hands; warm, comforting, real settle either side of his face, the rough pads of his thumbs stroking slowly just under Kenny's eyes and Kenny pushes his face into Kota's hands breathing in heavily. "You hurt me, yes." He sighs when Kenny whimpers. He cups the base of Kenny's head and in the silence, Kenny half expects Kota to simply twist and pop his head off the top of his neck, to do anything that makes Kenny feel an ounce of the pain that he must have caused him. "But we have hurt each other before. Worse than that." He blinks at Kenny through the tears growing in his eyes and he settles yet another kiss to the middle of Kenny's forehead, letting his lips linger against his cold skin. "You are cold. And filthy, Will you let me bathe you?"

Kenny nods and reaches up from the space on the bed as Kota's hand reaches out for his. Their fingers brush nervously against each other's palms and that spark, familiar and golden skates through Kenny's veins. He stands, shivering and naked in the bathroom watching Kota swirl bubblebath into the steaming water and it stings, only a little, when he sinks into it. The water under a thin layer of soap bubbles turns pink and then brown as Kota brushes his fingers through Kenny's curls, runs a wet cloth across his shoulders and Kenny feels the weight on them melt into the bathtub. The rain still trickles outside but as Kota pulls a shirt over Kenny's head all he can hear is the slow way he breathes in, leaning back on his elbows to gaze up at him. "Much better."

Kenny shifts slowly, resting each leg either side of Kota's lap. He settles his head just under his chin, eyes closed. "I could break under all this love you give me. Why did you do all this? I hurt you."

"Because I love you Angel." Kenny flicks his eyes upwards, watching Kota's eyes lull just a little before he sinks back against the pillows, never once untangling his arms from around Kenny's waist. "I believe I will always love you." He whispers and Kenny leans up to kiss the nickname off his lips. He leans up to flick the overhead light off and smiles gently.

As Kenny balances and teeters on the edge of sleep, he wiggles his fingers against Kotas bare chest, praying that his fingers never learn to stop moving against his lover's skin.

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#golden lovers #kenny omega #kota ibushi #aew fanfiction #mouse writes

[missmouse25]

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.”

#honestly #this ended up being much longer than i thought it would be #i think it's the sibling dynamics #i love just having siblings be siblings #hope you liked it Anon ❤️ #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

[girlboyburger]

#mspaint mouse doodlie #a mood as ive been coming out of my shell more and talking to people lately #(says something nice) (feels the need to clarify that i'm not flirting even though there's no reason to assume i was in the first place) #(tries to make a post about art being unable to be judged objectively) (writes 6+ paragraphs in my notes before condensing it to post) #this isnt me trying to be self deprecating btw i just know i do this :.] bc if i'm misunderstood i'll die. #oc: cow #fursona #furry #my art

[anony-mouse-writer]

grian as the strange man who appears suddenly on gem’s dock with no explanation. no one knows who he is.

no one saw him arrive and he has no car.

he’s never bought anything from the store, and a few locals said they saw him simply cooking and eating the fish he catches on the spot.

the only belongings he seems to own are his fishing gear.

when asked where he lives, he points to the cliff. there is a tiny blue house there, balancing precariously on wooden stilts. the house has never been there and no one’s seen it before, but the local gas attendant pulled up a 40 year old photo of her grandma on the beach, and sure enough, the tiny house is there, a wee speck of color hanging like a barnacle on the cold, wet bluff.

the age of his mysterious little home aside, no one’s sure when he visits it. he’s at his little dock before the earliest ships cast out, and the sickly glow of his lantern can be seen long into the coldest of nights.

the man has pulled the strangest things from the ocean. fish, to be sure, but other, stranger things. lily pads, far from their native biomes. fishing poles, tattered and worn, of various makes and styles- some look positively ancient. boots. giant shells with twisted patterns to match no living thing. a genuine horse saddle once. bowls. a bone that looked just a bit like a human femur.

and books. perfect, unblemished books, nearly glowing with some kind of energy and filled with a script both unfamiliar and unsettling to see.

he opens them each with a breathless anticipation that tastes like brine or maybe tears.

but whatever he sees in them is not what he wants, and each book is tossed aside with resigned disgust and something like despair, before the weathered pole is taken up to cast a line to sea once more.

#short story #im so out of practice writing help #i refuse to edit this because ill just end up shoving it in drafts forever #grian #hcx #hermitcraft #mcyt #op #mouse’s writings

[fisshbones]

Idrk what to call this?? But it’s kinda like argument/breakup hcs for aventurine.

Kinda just rambling tbh. Angst. Gn! Reader, reader is referred to as ‘you’ cw: toxic realationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hinting at alcohol abuse. I think thats all but lemme know if I missed something.

Written before Aventurine’s release !!!

Okay first up -> This man is an instigator. While he’s not looking for a big fight with you, he does love going back and forth with you. Try not to take it too seriously, he just sees it as being playful. He unfortunately takes it too far sometimes and things get serious. I personally hc him as someone with trust and abandonment issues. And often times when things get real you can tell he has these issues. At least once a month you guys get in an argument because he thinks you’re leaving him for someone else. Even if you’re just talking to a childhood friend he’s gonna get overly jealous. He’ll try and pull his shit together if he genuinely thinks you’re gonna leave him. But he’s still gonna struggle hardcore. You gotta be patient with him. Maybe invest in some therapy too. He’ll try to make it up to you after arguments; mostly by buying you gifts, making dinner, and such.

But if you do end up following through with the breakup then he’ll let you go. He’ll try and convince you to stay, but you’re set on leaving and he respects you enough to let you leave. After the breakup he gambles and drinks more than usual. On his particularly lonely nights you might get a call or text at 3am asking “how have you been?” The next morning he forgets that it ever happened, but you know by the end of the month he’ll do it again. If you want to truly move on it’s better to just block him, because he will hit you up monthly to drunkenly check up on you. The first few weeks after the breakup he constantly ‘saw’ you or at least he thought her did. Even after years he could still pick you out in a crowd. He’ll never forget you. You may not be his anymore but you’ll always have his heart.

likes and reblogs appreciated <3

#💀 writes #mouse writes #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #adventurine hsr #adventurine x reader #hsr x you #hsr x reader #cw toxic relationship #aventurine angst

[mouseinthecastle]

I was in the mood for a sappy, rambling essek/molly (pre shadowidomauk) sickfic.

so, i wrote one.

#mouse writes #shadowidomauk #essek theyless #mollymauk tealeaf

[theender36]

There should be a Mickey Mouse movie where his public domain status is represented by him being a cartoon animal in real life and he has to deal with sort of a reversal of "old person whose friends have all passed" because he's out in the world now has so much potential but so many of his friends and family can't be there with him. The only times he can spend any time with them are when they're in a Disney project together (in a non-Disney movie, he could vaguely refer to his "old friends" who we never see onscreen). So the whole movie, he's feeling the paradoxical limitations of that freedom. There could even be a sequence of him trying to be a big new horror mascot but resenting it the whole time. And maybe ultimately it's the genuine creativity and joy of fans that he's able to find that new meaning he's looking for.

#mickey mouse #steamboat willie #movie idea #writing prompt

[hushedlover]

Maybe I'll just turn this into my writing page cause I don't post anything else any more

#mouse writes

[iamnotfondoflove]

do not compare me to a summer’s day

nor a rose, nor a spark

i wish to be inevitable as breath, unwilting as jagged scars

if you must think of me i pray it does you harm

that you will bear witness to the affliction i carry in my arms

i pray you know no peace, that my memory keeps you wake

that love consumes you whole—

burns you at the stake.

#love quotes #romance quotes #love and hate #enemies to lovers #mouse writes #writers and poets

[krillissue]

17 or 19 vashmeryl for the kissie dranble thing

17. a kiss to annoy - vashmeryl

just a sweet little one! vash is annoying and meryl is fed up. i had the '98 versions in mind but it could work for any version. written for mwahrch!

“Hey! Quit it, knock it off!” Meryl complained, swatting at the Humanoid Typhoon. He was bothering her while she tried to write up the latest report of his unfortunate antics. 

“Aw, why? I’m just trying to help you relax~” Vash was using that falsely cheerful tone, rubbing her shoulders as she typed. “You;ve been so stressed, mayfly. Don’t you want to take a break?” 

“No, I want to work,” She sniped, brushing off his hands. “Go bother Milly.” 

“But you’re the one stressed out! Milly’s making us dinner and you’re going to miss it. You don’t want to hurt her feelings, do you?” Meryl groaned, putting her head in her hands. “C’mon, Meryl, it will be waiting for you tomorrow.” Vash’s sing-songy voice just annoyed her more. She was about to gripe at him some more but he kissed the back of her neck so softly, rubbing her stiff shoulders. It was tempting but she had to stay strong! 

“Vash,” She complained, drawing out his name as he worked a particular knot out. 

“Shh, just relax.” Vash pressed more kisses around her neck and shoulders, managing to get her cheeks a few times. Meryl started melting into his touch, her eyes drifting closed. 

“Miss Meryl! Mr Vash! Dinner is ready!” Milly called to them in her sweet cheerful tone, breaking Meryl out of her trance. She tried to rise but Vash held her still, peppering more kisses. 

“Didn’t you hear? Let me up.” 

“No,” Vash replied lightly, coming around to the front of her chair and sitting on her lap. He nearly crushed her under his weight, Meryl immediately slapping at him to get off before her legs went numb. He just laughed and kept on kissing her face, her cheeks trapped in his hands. 

“You’re the worst!” 

“I know you like me~” His smug little smile made her eye twitch but he was right. Her furious red cheeks revealed it as much. He kept kissing her until she kissed him back. 

#trigun fanfiction #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #mwahrch #writing prompts #mouse writes #ask krill