Alright, the “humans are the weird ones” story bits are just to fun so I’m going to keep doing them. They’ll all be tagged as “human aliens” on my blog. Today: aliens encounter a crazy cat lady.
General Xanaxi’na was wary of trusting their human guide when she offered shelter from the “mountain lion” in what the human referred to as her dwelling. Their disbatchment had already lost three soldiers to this creature, so if their human could offer shelter from it’s vicious claws, well, they’d have to take it. Besides, this human was old and the human culture dictated that elders were wise, kind, and to be trusted.
The dwelling was modest, hewn from wood stacked in a criss-cross pattern, and they traipsed up behind their human as she produced a slim metal object, rolling her eyes when the troops reacted as if it were a weapon. She made a show of placing the object inside a metal orb in the middle of the door and turning it, opening a portal into the dwelling as she did. Before any more thought could be given to the potential weponization abilities of the metal object and the orb there was a shuffling in the brush behind them and a shoving match broke out to make it inside.
No one was prepared for the horrors they found once they were within the supposedly safe walls.
Strange balls of fur were scattered all over the room–nearly twenty of them in total–and all different colors. Each had a strange strip of jangly fabric around it’s neck, causing an immense racket when the furs came running towards the group. Bio-scans immediately indicated that they were of a similar make to the dreaded “mountain-lion” still prowling outside and the remaining troops scattered, attempting to find shelter, only to find even more of the furs in other rooms.
Their human watched with mild amusement and General Xanaxi’na demanded answers. How dare she lead them into a trap full of deadly creatures like this?
The human broke out laughing, nearly doubling over in her mirth; “they’re, they’re house-cats!” she gasped. “They’re pets.”
“…What is a pet?”
“You know, a small creature your ancestors domesticated so you could have something to cuddle with? That one is Mr. Ruffles,” she pointed to a large white fur that the general could discern no structure to, “and that is Dorthy,” a fat grey fur with a strangely flat face and unnaturally orange eyes. The human continued to list off names as she pointed to the different creatures, the general growing more and more aghast as she continued to speak.
Finally she scooped up a grizzled looking fur covered in patches of black and white. It had one tooth hanging out of it’s uneven mouth, was missing part of an ear, one eye, and one of it’s rear-limbs.
“And this is Freddy. He fought that mountain-lion last year and won. Such a little trooper,” she said, smiling serenely as she held up the animal for the general’s examination. “Oh, and the lion’s name is Wilma.”
This was fun to do. I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this! It’s pretty self-explanatory, this is a list of what it would be like living next to Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Amy and Katherine. Hope you guys enjoy!
-You begin to question your neighbors sanity.
-At first, you thought they were a bunch of hilarious nut-jobs. Maybe have a few screws loose and you should probably be worried for yourself.
-But after meeting them personally and Mark explaining what he does for a living, EVERYTHING MADE SENSE!
-After meeting everyone, you sort of fell into a sense of understanding and acceptance.
-The first few times you caught the boys in dresses, you couldn’t help but laugh and crack jokes.
-They flipped you off, jokingly criticizing whatever you were wearing at the time.
-Now, when you see Tyler in a massive turkey outfit, you just sip your coffee and wave at them from across the fence.
-They’ve apologized many times for the weird noises coming from inside their house.
-They give you some warning if they’re going to be doing stuff outside. Usually accompanied by Mark’s cooking because he felt bad about the loud music the night before.
-You actually went over and knocked on their door to make sure they were ok after hearing lots of screaming.
-You found out they were just making a video.
-They invited you inside to watch.
-Funniest afternoon of your life. You still laugh about it weeks afterwards.
-Amy and Katherine chat with you over the fence. They ask for cooking ingredients sometimes because Mark and the boys used it in their videos.
-Anything you see through the windows, is entirely restricted to be spoken about between you and them.
-You at first thought they were doing it for fun. (Which they were of course).
-But after watching a few of Mark’s videos and vlogs and live-streams, you’re safe to say you admire Mark and his work even more.
-You donate to his live-streams and he shouts a thank you from the upstairs window.
-You give him a thumbs-up from your side of the fence.
-Ethan sometimes running to your house to hide from the others.
-“They want me to do weird things, (Y/N)! Strange, unnatural things! Don’t let them find me!”
-When this happens, you feign ignorance of Ethan’s location.
-But Mark brings you over home-cooked meals and you give the blue-boy up instantly.
-Ethan calling you over the fence because he doesn’t want to live with these “weirdos” anymore.
-“I’ll sleep on the couch! I’ll rub your feet and clean! I beg you!”
-Him silently crying in your direction and mouthing, “Help” every time they shoot a video outside and you’re watching.
-Tyler is tall enough to see over the fence.
-He leans over the top and chats with you while you’re gardening.
-If you’re having trouble with something in the house, he’ll come over and help fix/move it.
-Chica met you once and now escapes to go see you.
-She’ll sleep on the front mat and wait for you to come to the door.
-Tyler lifts her up so you can pat her over the fence.
-You dog-sit when Teamiplier go away.
-The rest of the street think you’re all nuts.
-Which is fine because you don’t like people coming uninvited to your door.
-They pretty much treat your home like their own. (Within respective reason)
-Mark knocks and enters.
-Ethan just waltzes right in.
-Tyler knocks and waits patiently for you to open the door and allow him inside.
-Whenever something is thrown onto your side of the fence, the boys will try to clamber/jump over to get it.
-This ends in a lot of swearing, sometimes a scrape or two.-Usually you throw it back over. But then it comes back a few more times.
-So you sat on your side of the fence hitting whatever came over with a tennis-racket.
-”Ignore the person on the other side of the fence!” Mark told the camera. “They’re not important! They’re a nobody!” Ethan waved his hand in your direction. “I’m keeping this ball now!”
-Mark’s community have only seen glimpses of you. An arm or the top of your head peeking over the fence.
-But you’re still a huge part of the channel since the boys call out for you in most of the videos that are filmed outside.
-You answer them either with a loud, rude noise or a sarcastic comment that they all laugh at.
-You had pretended to be annoyed when a stray foam arrow had flown through the open window of your kitchen.
-But you couldn’t help but find the whole thing funny.
-“Who the fuck just tried to assassinate me?” “Sorry! We’re really sorry!” “Next time aim better!”
-Being Neighbors with Teamiplier is never dull. There is always something to smile or laugh at, and you have grown close to the bunch of weirdos over the fence.
Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?
Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.
The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.
You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.
Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.
A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.
“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”
"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.
“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”
“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”
The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.
“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.
“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.
“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much. Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.
Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.
Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.
"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.
hamburr “i thought you loved me. i guess i was wrong.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Alexander’s voice comes across as a plea, broken and weak, and Aaron knows that if he looks up, he’ll see Alexander’s face wet with tears. But he doesn’t look up. He stares at a stain on the carpet instead.
It’s over a year old, that stain. But the memory of it is fresh in Aaron’s mind.
Alexander had been the one to cause it. A bad result from a good thing. Or what Aaron had thought was a good thing at the time. The memory comes rushing back, vivid and real;
Sneaking up behind Alexander in the morning, wrapping his arms around Alexander and pressing a kiss to his neck, murmuring the words ‘move in with me’, making Alexander jerk in surprise, making his hand holding a full mug fumble, coffee spilling and hitting the carpet with a wet noise, but then there was laugher, smiling, kissing. Aaron remembers how light he had felt that day, how right.
It was a good memory.
They’d left the stain, forgotten about it, really. Then it just became a sort of joke, a reminder of how excited they’d both been to take on such a leap, such a commitment.
Aaron snorts, he can’t help it. He looks up, finally, his eyes roaming over Alexander’s tear stained face, dismissing the pain he sees there. His own face is dry, his jaw clenched, mouth stiff. He stands.
“Aaron,” Alexander says, reaching out for him, but Aaron steps around him. “Aaron, please, wait.”
Aaron pauses at that, lips twitching. The word is strange coming from Alexander’s mouth. Unnatural. Almost funny. Alexander never waits. Aaron is always the one saying that word, calling it out when Alexander is leaving for work before grabbing his lunch. Or, more recently, calling it out when Alexander is dashing out the door most evenings, making some rushed excuse about something he has to do before leaving Aaron alone.
But Aaron was always the one who waited. Never Alexander.
Aaron supposes that Alexander never lied, not exactly. Those nights he left he did have something to do. That something just ended up being another person.
He doesn’t know how long it had been going on. He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t care. It happened. That’s it. That’s all it takes for everything to come crashing down.
“Aaron,” Alexander calls again, wrapping shaking fingers around Aaron’s wrist. “Please talk to me. We can talk this out. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
Aaron doesn’t look at Alexander, just stares down at that stain again, thinking about how ugly it seems now. He’s overwhelmed by the sudden need to get down close to it, to scrub at the carpet until the stain is gone, no trace of it left. He wants to wipe it out.
“I’m thinking,” Aaron starts slowly, proud at how even his voice comes out, “that…” He trails off then, faltering a little when he looks at Alexander. “I thought you loved me.” He steps out of Alexander’s grip, arm falling limply at his own side. “I guess I was wrong.”
Alexander gives him a pained look, mouth opening and closing, his eyes red. But he says nothing, and Aaron feels the strange urge to laugh. The amount of times he’s wondered what it would take to stop the never-ending flow of Alexander’s thoughts, what it would take to stump him.
Now he knows.
Aaron goes over to the door, seeing Alexander’s key hanging next to it. He takes it, the metal of the key cold against his skin. He stares down at it, running his thumb over the surface, thinking. His eyes go back to the stain.
Wipe it out.
Aaron goes back, takes Alexander’s hand, flips it so the palm is facing up. He presses the key into it and then lets go. They both stand there, silent, and Aaron wonders if he should say something. There are certainly a number of things he could say, but none of them are worth it, none of them are good enough for what he wants to express.
So Aaron steps aside, gestures at the door, and waits.
Alexander stares at the key, then up at him, but still, he says nothing. Then he’s moving, walking past Aaron and opening the door. Aaron doesn’t look, just stays facing the other way. Then the door is closing, shutting with a soft click.
Aaron stands there alone, collecting himself, collecting all of the memories and tucking them away into a part of his mind where he can ignore them for a while, where he can forget about them until he’s ready to sort through each one, picking out what was real and what was a lie. But that will come later.
There was no doubt that the party had got completely out of hand.
While you were hesitant at the idea of the get together in the first place, you stayed quiet in order to keep your friends happy. The moment you saw Jughead’s reaction when he and his girlfriend arrived, you knew you probably should have spoken up in the beginning. However, at the same time, you knew Betty and Archie really wanted to do this for Juggie and their plans would have gone ahead. With our without your support.
The moment the doorbell rang later in the night, you felt your stomach drop. Finding Cheryl and Chuck, as well as what seemed like the entire school population, standing outside of Archie’s house…well you weren’t expecting that. And you knew something would inevitably go down.
Your friend Betty just wanted Jughead to celebrate his birthday, have a night with his friends. But then Cheryl turned up.
Cheryl Blossom. Her name had always rolled off your tongue with ease.
She was a handful to say the least. A disaster. A mess. But a force to be reckoned with.
You couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Not only because of what had happened to Jason in the weeks earlier, but because you saw how unhappy she always was. Around her family, around her so called friends…you had never seen someone who was always surrounded by people yet so utterly alone.
Nevertheless, despite the surprising change in pace for the night-you let your hair down for once and decided to have some fun.
You were in the middle of the dancing and you were having the time of your life. It seemed as if everything was drifting away. It was just you and the music. You felt the bodies of your classmates, and even people you had never seen before in your life, press against you as they, too, were getting lost in the music and in each other.
Then it happened.
You heard them before you saw them.
Pushing your way through the unnecessary amount of people, you find your friends facing off with Cheryl and Chuck by the entrance. You frown as Cheryl yells out, “Listen up party people! Everyone has their secrets. And we’ve all done our fair share of sinning. That’s one thing my dear brother’s death has revealed.”
Your heart quickens in pace, something did not feel right. Nothing good can come from what Cheryl was going to say next. You could feel it.
“So let’s play a little game to get those secrets out in the open,” she says. The redhead turns and locks the door behind her.
It wasn’t long before the music had shut off and the crowd had calmed down. Chairs were placed in the lounge room and you eyed your friends with a frown as they sat down.
Cheryl and Chuck were in the centre of the room, ready to play their little game.
You didn’t realise you had tuned out from the conversation until Jughead spoke, “What the hell is ‘Secrets and Sins’?
“It’s a variation on ‘Truth or Dare’, in which we own out truths by telling it like it is,” she answers. “I’ll start the game with Veronica Lodge,” she announced.
“Naturally,” the raven haired girl responded.
“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start. Tell us, Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”
Veronica seemed already over with Cheryl’s stunt, “That was your doing.”
“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge. Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he going from behind bars?”
“Well I can’t speak for my father,” Veronica begins, keeping her cool, “but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.”
Veronica was your friend. You welcomed her into town with open arms, but you knew she was pushing it with Cheryl right now. It wasn’t right.
“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.”
“Exactly,” Veronica stated, your fists unintentionally clench at your side. “But did you love him maybe in ways that a sister should’t love a brother?”
Your eyes dart to Cheryl, noticing how uneasy she was becoming with the tables turned on her. In some ways you felt she deserved it, she was generally a cold hearted bitch…but Veronica was completely stepping out of line.
“And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you.”
You feel yourself take a few steps closer to the centre of the room. “Veronica,” you warn. Stop.” You were unheard and the dark haired girl continues with her words.
“So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”
You hear Kevin somewhere near you declare to his boyfriend, “This is riveting. I. Can’t. Breathe.”
“Stop,” you demand again, louder this time. Everyone’s eyes snap towards you. You weren’t sure if it was the liquid courage, you had a strong feeling that it probably was, but you step into the main circle and narrow your eyes at your friend. “I can’t believe you would stoop so low, V,” you frown.
Her expression matches yours, “What are you talking about? This is her game, I’m just playing along.”
“No,” you shake your head. “You’re being cruel, and right now-believe when i tell you-you’ve somehow managed to out-bitch this queen bee,” you say, gesturing to the redhead who hadn’t taken her eyes off you.
“Where is this coming from?” Veronica demands. “I’m only doing as she said, bringing secrets to light so we can own them.”
You roll your eyes, “First you take away the Vixens for nothing more than a mean girl power play, now you’re making a completely baseless claim! You’re accusing Cheryl of something like this because of all the shitty gossip in this town? There’s a huge stigma when it comes to the Blossom’s and you’re only fuelling the fire.”
Your friends were stunned, not able to form any words to make a comment. Veronica’s face was screws up in confusion, not understanding why you were defending Cheryl.
“Yes, the Blossom’s can be fucking weird and yes, they can be terrible people. But you have no right to provoke Cheryl like this or feed into rumours. If we really want to get technical,” you trail, “we can talk about your family. The Lodges!” you exclaim throwing your arms up. “Your father has caused unimaginable damage to so many lives,” you scoff, “and you’re sitting there judging Cheryl for no reason.”
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before you say anything else you would regret. Your eyes close, you can feel the stares of everyone in the room.
“This game is sick,” Dilton fortunately interrupts. From the corner of your eye, you notice Cheryl quickly wiping hers. “I wanna go next.”
You don’t bother sticking around.
You push your way through everyone and make your way outside, breathing in the nights fresh air. Crouching to the ground you let out a curse. What have you done?
Hoping you hadn’t just lost a friend, you fall the the ground-hugging your knees against your chest. You didn’t fully regret what you had done…you just wished you could go back and change a few things you had said.
“No one’s done that for me before,” a voice says from behind you.
You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You remain quiet and you hear a sigh.
Cheryl sits beside you, slightly taking you by surprise. “Thank you,” she whispers. Your words were caught in your throat, so you only nod. “I know I can be…difficult,” she admits finally, causing you to scoff. She nudges her shoulder against yours in protest, “I know that must have been hard for you…saying all that to your friend…thank you,” she tells you again.
“There’s no need to thank me,” you sigh. “It wasn’t right what she was saying.”
“No,” she agrees. “It wasn’t.”
“But,” you continue. “It wasn’t right what you did either. You do know that don’t you?” you ask, moving your head so you could see her face.
She lets out a deep breath before slowly nodding. “Yeah-I know.”
“Look,” you begin. “I know it’s in your blood to be so…you,” you try, “but you should try to not piss people off so much.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, (Y/L/N),” she smiles.
Your lips tug upward and you find yourself grinning, looking back up at the sky and away the girl beside you chuckle, “You do that, Blossom.”
(A/N: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at this sort of AU!)
Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren x Reader
Plot Summary: You are a rouge hacker who tried to get into one of the First Order’s information outposts, yet unfortunately captured and taken to the Finalizer to face up to Kylo Ren. All you wanted to do was to find out whether or not your planet was on the list so you could evacuate if you needed to, but now you were here, wrists binded to a metal chair, feeling a strange, unnatural pull to him. ‘Is it the Force, or just your imagination?’ you wonder.
“God damn it.” You sighed to yourself.
All you wanted was to make sure you wouldn’t be blown up by the First Order, and now here you are. A suspect of the Resistance, you heard one of the officials call you.
You sat in the secluded room, a cold metal chair binding your wrists to the armrests, looking around the dark, bare room, drumming your fingers.
To be perfectly honest, you couldn’t care less about the Resistance and First Order shebang. Just get in, see if your planet was going to explode or not, then just focus on staying alive.
You never were a person who sided with the Light or the Dark. You would walk along the line between Light and Dark, just dealing with what happens as it goes.
Your train of thought was quickly disrupted by the harsh scraping of metal as the door slid open.
Looking up, you were face-to-mask with the infamous ‘Kylo Ren’.
Derek x Reader Derek
and reader are dating. Y/N is being threatened by a violent unsub that can’t be
caught so she’s instructed by Strauss to leave the BAU until they catch the
guy. The whole team is sad and mad. She leaves but gets kidnapped and the team
watches her get tortured via online live webcast. When Derek finds her some
Whew this is a long ass imagine but I’m actually pretty proud of it! I hope you like it!xx
not leaving.” You looked from Strauss to Hotch both of whom watched you pace
for your own safety, this unsub is extraordinarily violent and has made several
references to you directly. If you won’t leave for your own safety think of
your team” Strauss motioned to the group standing in the bullpen watching your
exchange through the glass “If he can’t get to you he will go for them. Leaving
is the best chance.”
want to. This is all I have. Hotch? Please tell her, I’m safer here, surely?
I’m with the top team in the FBI; I can live in a safe house with Derek or I
can just move in with Derek. Please!” You fought back the tears. This unsub was
dangerous and you knew it, but leaving the BAU would break your heart.
have a choice Y/N. The paper work has been put through. You will be put into
witness protection until we believe it is safe.” Strauss nodded at you and
Hotch before walking out of his office. You stood open mouthed and angry.
Witness protection?” Hotch nodded silently “This is Bullshit!” you stormed out
of his office and into the arms of Derek.
happening?” he whispered into your hair, holding you tightly.
yourself out of his hold you turned to face the team who looked on in
leaving. Well going into witness protection. And there’s nothing I can do about
it.” You watched their faces. They looked angry and upset.
do that!” Emily spoke at Hotch, who stood in the doorway.
with you” Derek wrapped his hand around your waist and kissed your head.
“No you’re not Morgan. And I’m afraid
they can.” Hotch received a glare from everyone in the team.
“I have to go alone. If this bastard hurts any of you I
won’t be able to live with myself.” You turned to face Derek “and I’m going to
miss you.” You hugged him tighter “I love you”
“I love you too.” Bringing your lips to his for a moment
you forgot everyone else was with you.
The first 10 days in the safe house had been extremely
lonely. Witness protection meant no communication with anyone in your normal
life. You missed the team but you missed Derek the most. After dating for
almost 2 years a day without talking to him felt strange and unnatural. The
safe house was empty and grey, you’d managed to sneak in a few old photographs
but they did little to brighten up the house.
Having been stuck inside for the 10 days you’d become bored
of watching Friends reruns on TV you remembered a phone box you’d seen on the
way. It was about a 40 minute walk but though times call for desperate measure.
After a long walk you’d managed to clear your head and
figure out what you were going to say when you got hold of Derek. Stepping into
the phone booth you sighed as the phone began to ring.
“Hello?” Derek’s voice was warm and comforting.
“Derek.” You breathed.
“Y/N? Oh it’s so good to hear your voice! Wait, What are
you doing? You’re not supposed to be calling me?”
“I know, but it’s so hard, I’m so lonely. I miss you.”
“I mi…” the phone went dead.
“Derek? Derek?” You hit the machine with the palm of your
hand. in a plea to continue the phone call you began fumbling with the change in your pocket. You tried to push the cash into
the slot; with each coin that returned your frustration grew. “NO! Come on!
Please.” You threw the phone at the machine and turned to leave.
As you stepped out onto the street something wrapped
around your face, covering your mouth. As you struggled another hand latched around
your waist keeping you stationary. Slowly you remembered the smell, Chloroform.
Your eyes widened and you tried to scream. Your vision began to fade and your
limbs became weaker. As quickly as it occurred you fell asleep.
“Baby Girl. Can you track where this call came from?”
Derek handed Garcia his phone.
“Of course! Chesterfield near Richmond? Why?”
“Y/N made a call from there and I think she’s in danger.”
Derek looked upset.
“No, no I’m sure she’s fine! Get Hotch and I will call
everyone in.” She stood up and pulled him into a hug “She will be fine.”
Garcia’s computer began to flash and beep. She pushed
Derek out from her and looked from screen to screen.
“No. no. no no no no no!” Garcia began to tap on keys,
and unplug monitors.
“Babygirl whats happening?” Derek held the blonde by the
shoulders calming her down.
“Someone has hacked my server! All I can do is click on
the link. Morgan what do I do?” Garcia’s makeup ran down her face.
“The link; what is it?” Derek centred Garcia’s focus. She
opened the link and gasped. “Y/N? Y/N! Garcia that’s Y/N!”
You spat out the blood that had pooled in your mouth. The
taste of iron plagued your tongue and the vision out of your swollen eyes began
“Why…are…you…doing this?” You said through ragged breath.
“Because the look-a-likes can only get you so far. I
watch you on TV every week talking to the public, telling them how to be safe.
I wanted to try you, see if you practice what you preach and quite obviously
you don’t.” He walked around you, slowly, bringing his face close to your ear
causing you to flinch “I hacked your servers, I know what happened to everyone
of your team members. And guess what, I want you to understand their pain.
Shall we start with Dr Spencer Reid? I didn’t realise how hard Dilaudid was to
find until this.” He pulled out a full needle.
“No! NO!” you shook your head and did as much as you
could to escape him but it was no use. The sharp scratch of the needle halted
your movement and sound. You let your head drop backwards as the world around
you faded to black.
“Spence.” JJ watched the young agent assess the screen.
He stood wide eyed and silent watching your reaction on the screen. His breath
was heavy and he began to sweat.
“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry!” he wiped his eyes.
“JJ, take Reid outside for some air.” Hotch stood between
Reid and the screen obstructing his view. “We’ve got Richmond PD at the
safehouse and Garcia is going over the CCTV footage from her journey to the
“You shouldn’t have sent her away.” Derek muttered under
“We did what we thought was right.” Hotch looked
sympathetically at him.
“The woman I love would’ve been safe with me but you and
Strauss sent her away. Alone!” Derek threw his chair backwards and stormed out
of the room.
“Next up Emily Prentiss, I can’t exactly resurrect you
like she was but I read about a brand?” as he pulled out the cattle brand, you
managed to flick your eyes open just enough to catch his eye.
“I hope you rot in hell.” He grabbed you by the hair and
pulled your head to the side, pushing the brand against your shoulder.
“I can’t just sit here and watch this anymore! Please
give me something Babygirl!” Derek looked helplessly at her.
“This man, our unsub, grabs her and puts her into the
back of this taxi. I tracked the number but it’s not a real taxi. The car isn’t
even registered.” Garcia looked defeated and tired. She looked at Derek who
smiled at her appreciatively “But I found where they might be. The signal is
coming from a house here in Quantico. It belongs to David Brookes, 46, retired
policeman. Forced retirement.”
“Jennifer Jareau was subjected to multiple forms of
torture but perhaps my personal favourite was the waterboarding.” With every
assault he became more violent. The beatings in between had made it harder and
harder to stay awake.
“Please. Please stop.” The towel was draped over your
face and the water came pouring down onto you.
“Prentiss, JJ, Rossi; take the back.” Hotch sent the swat
team with them whilst Derek, Spencer and him took the front door.
“David Brookes! FBI open up!” Derek called out waiting
only seconds before kicking the door down.
They swung round each room checking they were clear; after the rooms had
been cleared out they headed towards the small garage at the very end of the
Derek once again kicked the door down, he was on a
mission and he was going to find you.
There was a clattering from outside distracted David. He
swung round quickly and grabbed a shotgun from the shelf.
“Derek! He’s got a shotgun!” you hoped he could hear you.
You didn’t need him running in and getting shot. David stood behind you aiming
the shot gun over your shoulder.
The sound of a gunshot made you jump. But it wasn’t from
the gun next to you, it was from further away. The gun dropped off of your
shoulder and landed next the Daniel’s body. Pulling your head up to where the
gunshot had come from you saw Derek aiming through a small gap in the boarded
Within second the door burst open and the sight of your
team was blissful. You began to cry involuntarily as each restraint was
removed. Derek walked towards you and grasped you in his arms, holding you
close to him. You rested your head against his chest, feeling it move you with
every breath. He laid you on the bed in the ambulance and sat next to you,
holding your hand and stroking your hair.
“I was so scared I was going to lose you. When you were
sent away I realised how hard it was to be without you, and then when you were
taken I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you near me. I love you Y/N
and I know that I have to be with you forever. This isn’t the most romantic of
settings but will you marry me?”
“Of course, I love you too.” You used everything you could muster to
nod and smile. Crying with joy Derek placed one chaste kiss on your forehead.
You took in a breath. It felt strange, like you haven’t breathed in a long time. Opening your eyes, you seemed to be laying in some sort of box, with a strange unnatural light overhead. You sat up, looking around. Nothing was familiar, except perhaps the clothing one of the two men looking at you was wearing. He looked Egyptian, the other man definitely did not. Way too pale.
“What’s going on?” you asked, confused. “And who are you?”
“I am Ahkmenrah, and this is Larry,” the Egyptian introduced. Larry gave a small wave. “You are in a land called New York, in a museum. You have a lot to catch up on.”
It took a few days, but you soon got used to the whole “alive only at night, exhibit during the day” thing.
“You know, it’s nice to have someone I can talk with about life in Egypt, even if you were around a couple hundred years before I was,” Ahkmenrah told you.
You nodded. “It was nice to have you explain what’s going on,” you stated. “Though, apparently I’ve been stealing attention from you from the museum visitors,” you teased.
Ahkmenrah laughed a little. “Well, I’ve been here a while,” he said. “I’m sure you’d steal even more if people could see what you actually look like.”
You blushed. “Nah, I’m sure you’d get more. You’re actually royalty, after all,” you stated. “I was just nobility.”
Larry walked over, apparently listening in to the conversation, and whispered in Ahkmenrah’s ear. Ahkmenrah looked surprised at what it was Larry had to tell him.
“You really think I should?” he asked nervously.
“Of course! Teddy has Sacajawea, Jed has Octavius-” Larry started.
“I’m pretty sure their relationship isn’t like that,” Ahkmenrah commented flatly.
“Now it’s your turn. I’ll go ahead and leave so it’s not too awkward,” Larry said, getting up to leave.
“What was that all about?” you asked, not really able to follow what was going on.
“Larry thinks we should…” Ahkmenrah started, trailing off when he tried searching for the word. “Well, we have quite a bit in common, and you’re cute. Would you mind if I-” He trailed off again as he leaned in for a kiss.
You closed your eyes and returned the kiss, scooting closer to Ahkmenrah. Realizing your enthusiasm for the idea, Ahkmenrah brought one hand up to the back of your head to pull you in more, the other hand gently, slowly running up and down your arm, just feeling your skin.
Before long, you and Ahkmenrah found yourselves tangled together in his sarcophagus. A shadow loomed over you, and you looked up to see Larry smirking down at you. You were suddenly glad that the only clothing to come off so far was Ahkmenrah’s top.
“Told you,” Larry said to Ahkmenrah.
“Shush,” Ahkmenrah said, pointing at Larry. Even trying to be angry, Ahkmenrah couldn’t help but smile. “And go away before I get my guards to get you out of here.”
“Guards? What- Oh, the giant dog guards. I’ll be on my way,” Larry said, making a hasty exit.
“Now where were we?” you asked, wrapping your arms around Ahkmenrah, bringing him as close to you as was possible before kissing him deeply.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” “playing badminton what does it look like keep your head in the game dear” “YEAH BUT EVIL PLANS-WISE” “badminton” “BUT-” “DOCTOR HIT THE THING OR I’LL DESTROY LONDON OH MY G OD”
Associated Notes: Contains a switch reader; basically vanilla
Note: This is Midnight’s first attempt at writing smut and I hope you all show it the love and appreciation it deserves :)
You know something is seriously wrong when it’s silent as you walk
inside your home.
By now, Hobi would have bounded out of the kitchen, or tried to surprise
you by jumping out of the doorway.
“Anything for my favorite
girl!” He’d say with that typical cheesy smile adorning his face, “Aish, you’re so cute!”
“Hobi! No, no Hobi that’s my favorite…Hobi,
DON’T YOU DARE!”
So the fact that it’s so quiet now…it’s strange. Unnatural, even. You
slowly move your head from side to side, trying to assess if there’s any
damage. There’s no sight of your boyfriend either, which makes a cold dread ice
up your stomach.
The last time this happened…no.
You don’t want to
think about it.
Instead, you decide to try to look for him, the man who illuminates your
life, your sun and stars. Your hands tremble at the thought of what you might find, only hope it
doesn’t grow as severe as last time, way back before.
You make your way down the short hallway, socked feet padding softly
against the carpeted floor. Once you finally reach your room, you hesitate,
hand pressed lightly against the cool doorknob, lost in thought.
You don’t want a repeat of what happened a year ago to happen again, not
to Hoseok, not your angel. He’s so talented, so fucking beautiful, and the fact
that he always pulls himself down with his insecurities just hurts you. You’ve
been trying so hard to get him to see
that, but it’s like he reverts every once in a while, unable to believe you. If
that happens now, if it happens again…you don’t know what you’re going to do.
You turn the doorknob.
Inside, your bedroom is neat as usual, not a single object out of place.
Your closet is an entirely different story, with heaps of clothes and other
items practically falling out the open doors. Your computer is switched on, a
glaring light in the darkness.
You carefully turn on the light with silent hands, eyes slowly
travelling along the deeply etched lines on your wooden flooring to your bed,
atop which a black-haired boy is hunched over, head cradled by the palms of his
You don’t hesitate, heart leaping into your mouth as you move
immediately to his side. Hoseok doesn’t seem to notice you, eyes glazed over,
glossy, transparent, everything you thought you would never see again. Everything you never wanted to see ever again.
Tears begin to well up in your own eyes, but you will them away,
deciding that you need to be strong for him, for your sunshine.
“Hobi?” He doesn’t acknowledge you, so you tenderly place your hand on
his thin shoulder, trying again, “Hoseokkie?”
He finally looks at you, slowly turning his head to do so; his tears
make his eyes seem to shake as they gather at the corners of his eyes, and
there’s this sad, heartbreaking smile
that marks his face, his beautiful features, that makes something in you clench
in both sadness and anger.
“Y/N,” He croaks, finally,
after many moments of silence, turning his head away, “J-Jagi, you’re home.”
“Y-yeah, I am, Hobi,” You answer softly, “What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing,” He answers quickly, looking away, and there’s that
same smile again, the same smile that makes you want to punch something, “H-How
was your day, Jagi?”
Your eyes grow teary once again as you realize how hard he’s trying to
be normal, just for you. How hard he’s trying to be the sunshine in your life,
when he feels like dark clouds have been cast over him. When he’s trying to be your
entire universe but feels like a speck of dust lying on the cold, hard ground
“Oh, baby,” Your hand instinctively reaches out to cup the hard line of
his jaw, “My day was great, thanks for asking.”
“That’s nice.” He says, before looking away, and that’s when you realize
he’s slowly drawing into himself. When Hoseok gets into a mood like this, he
retreats into the corners of his mind, pulling away bits and pieces of his
personality until he just becomes an empty shell, nothing more. And the thought
that he can do that now is
terrifying, and you’re so, so
grateful you’ve come home a little early.
“What about yours?” You ask slowly, keeping your hand where it is since
you know he needs as much contact as possible, “What happened to you baby?”
“Y-Y/N, Jagi,” He bites his lip, and you can see them trembling, “Have
you…have you ever felt like the world hates you? That…that it’d do everyone
a huge favor if you stopped existing?”
Oh. Oh no.
“Oh my goodness,” You sigh in dawning horror, sinking into his warm
embrace, “Hobi, tell me what happened, please.”
“Th-they hate me,” He’s shaking now, clutching at your back with
desperate hands, “Th-they hate me Y/N!”
“Who hates you?” Your insides clench with anger, rage simmering slowly
at the thought of anyone hurting your boyfriend, “Who, Hobi?”
“E-everyone, Y/N-ah.” You can feel his warm tears seep slowly into the
fabric covering the crook of your neck, against which his face is pressed, “E-everyone.”
“Hobi, baby, I don’t understand,” You feel honestly out of your element,
so used to having him comfort you than the other way around, “You need to tell
“It’s all o-over Twitter,” He sniffles pitifully into your neck, body
still rattling with sobs, “Everyone w-wants me to leave, b-because I’m ugly.”
“To leave?!” Your eyes widen, and that anger strums again, coursing
through your veins, “To leave BTS?!”
Hoseok makes a muffled noise of confirmation, arms looping around your
waist, but you’re so incensed right now, so shaken, and so disturbed that anyone could hate such a perfect angel, like the one in your arms. He
gives up so much and gets so little in return that it physically pains you, at this point, to see him
He doesn’t deserve this. Hoseok doesn’t deserve this. No, no, Hoseok
deserves the world. Except the world
seems to be in tatters, torn apart by the dark, the dark that is willing to rip
everything good away.
“D-do you think I’m…that I’m ugly too?”
The question catches you entirely off guard and, without thinking, you
push yourself out of his arms, staring down at his teary, drawn face with
“Jung Hoseok,” You begin quietly, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve seen. You are literally my sun during
the day and my moon during the night. There is nothing,”
You grab his shoulders in your hands, “Absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to convince you how handsome and just fucking
perfect you are. Nothing.”
“N-no, Jagi,” He smiles, a tired worn smile that makes your chest ache,
“You don’t need to lie to me baby, I’ll understand. I don’t need you to hide
the truth just to make me feel better or anything.”
“I’m speaking the truth, just believe me!” You cry in exasperation,
because why isn’t he listening, “How
am I supposed to convince you Hobi?”
“You can’t.” He says sadly with those quivering lips and you don’t want
to see those sorrowful eyes anymore, so you lean forward, brushing your lips
You feel his breath hitch as your hands entwine his your hair, messily
moving his mouth against yours. Your fingers rub gentle circles against his
cheekbones as the two of you lazily kiss there, on the bed, Hoseok still with
messy hair and pajamas, and you in your work clothes.
An idea occurs to you, and you gently pull away from him.
“Do you trust me, Hobi?” Strands of your hair fall into his face, and he
gently brushes them aside with shaking fingers, before nodding, eyes filled
with such a complete confidence in you that you feel a stinging behind your
But this isn’t about you right now, no, it’s about him.
“Good,” You nod, hand reaching out to tug at his dark locks, “Now kiss
“K-kiss?” He exhales shakily, but does so, reaching up to plant his
mouth on yours. He hesitantly swipes his tongue against your lips, to which you
immediately part them, granting him access. A while goes by like that, with him
licking slowly into your mouth, devouring you, and you gently guiding him,
giving him as much as you possibly can, offering yourself to the sweet boy in
front of you.
You’re determined; if you can’t tell
him how amazing he is, you can try showing
After a few minutes of slow kissing, with the occasional break for air,
you gently grab his hands, never leaving his lips, and lifting them slowly to
your back. He seems to understand what you’re asking him to do, hands shakily
moving your shirt off, before travelling up your sensitive skin; and he finally
comes up to cup your breasts with tender hands.
You can’t help the small groan that escapes you as he plays with your
stiffened nipples in his hands, the way he knows you like. But you remember,
with a jolt, that you need to make him
feel good; he’s not supposed to be considerate towards you right now.
“Shirt off, now.” You say
before getting off the bed, shimmying your hips to get your own pants off. Your
bare body is soon exposed to the cool air, and you shiver lightly as goosebumps
trace their way up your skin.
Hoseok, unsurprisingly listens to you, ripping his shirt off in one
fluid motion. Looking at you, he starts to pull his pants down as well, but
stops with a wave of your hand. You sigh to yourself, knowing you’ll need to be
the one in charge today, before stalking smoothly to the bed, moving to
straddle his lap.
Biting your lip, smiling coyly at him, you gently push him back with one
hand on his chest, before you look at him through your lashes.
“Can I trust you to be a good boy for me?”
“Y-yes, Jagi.” His chest heaves, and your lips twitch upwards. It’s not
often that you need to pull the reigns, but when you do, it’s always memorable.
“Good boy,” You ghost your lips over the sensitive skin of his neck,
“I’m going to show you just how beautiful
you are. But remember, you’re not
allowed to touch.”
You attach your mouth to the tender skin, gently sucking and nipping at
it with your teeth; you move back to admire the dark blooming color against his
tanned neck, before latching onto his lips again, this time with more fervor
“You are so beautiful.” You whisper to him, before trailing your plump
lips down his neck until you reach his pebbled nipples. You gaze at them
thoughtfully, before gently scraping at one with your teeth, smiling when you
hear his hitched breath, the low groan, and you lick gently over it to soothe
“Y/N-ah, please.” His eyes are
hooded, so dark and glittering, “Please
just let me touch you.”
“Are you going to break your promise so soon baby?” You frown at him, “Do you
need me to handcuff you to the bed again?”
“N-no!” His eyes widen dramatically, and he shakes his head, “No Jagi, I
take it back! I’ll listen…”
“Good,” You nod, but try to make the warning clear in your tone, “Do it
You don’t let him answer, moving back to work on his shuddering chest,
enjoying his soft noises of pleasure. You know you’re taking a lot of time, and
it must frustrate him to no end, but you need
to show him.
“God those sweet lips of yours” You kiss him, your tongue ravishing his
mouth and its taste, “And those sweet cheeks” You press light kisses on either
cheeks, “And that jawline of yours, Hobi one wrong move and I swear I could probably
cut myself…” You chuckle, running your tongue over his jawline, making him
shudder underneath your touch.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” You speak as your hands
gently rub at his flat nipples, “You look so gorgeous like this, like a good boy.”
“Y-Y/N,” He gasps finally, unable to take the constant teasing, “Please, just—”
“What do you want baby?”
“Use your mouth, please.”
“Well,” You cock your head to the side, pretending to think, “Since you
asked so politely.”
Moving down, so that you’re eye level with the growing bulge in his thin
pants, you gently pull them off his hips, smirking before mouthing softly at
the erect cock through the fabric of his boxers. You hear Hoseok whine, his
burning need to touch you leaving him utterly frustrated. You smile to
yourself, and slowly pull them off as well, releasing his bobbing, sore, red dick
that was just aching for your touch.
“Gorgeous.” You say, eyeing it hungrily.
You can’t, of course, ignore your own throbbing need; this frustrating
ache between your thighs at the thought of what would follow next; but you need
to be patient. You can do this.
You carefully take his entire length into your mouth, finding pleasure
at the sound of his choked moan. You take your mouth off of it soon enough
though, smirking when he makes a sound of protest at the cool air, before
gently dabbing at the glistening liquid at the head with your tongue. You take
him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks around it the way you know
drives him crazy, and are rewarded with a louder sigh of pleasure. You begin to
suck at him, alternating between the two sporadically; Hoseok starts to babble
incoherently, something along the lines of
‘Oh good God, baby
girl you take my dick so good’’
‘Don’t stop, don’t stop’,
Until he finally breaks off with wide eyes.
“Y/N, J-Jagi,” His hips stutter against your palms, and his voice
cracks, “I’m, I’m close!”
Immediately, you take your mouth off with a loud ‘pop’, smiling at his
“W-why’d you stop?!” He whines with wide eyes, hips still undulating,
“Please, don’t leave me like this!”
“Like what?” You smile innocently, before moving so that you’re hovering
over him, breasts dangling over his wide eyes, “ But maybe, just maybe I’ll let you
come if you do what you’re told?”
“Yes, anything.” He breathes, and you can see a sheen of sweat bathing
his prominent forehead; a thrill runs down your spine, and your pussy throbs at how much of a mess he looks, and just from your
You climb further up the bed, so that you’re resting against the headboard;
smiling at him, you gesture him forward, hissing when he makes it so close his
heated breath against you has your legs trembling from anticipation.
“Lick.” You command firmly, surprised when he eagerly latches on to the
space between your legs, languidly licking a stripe down your throbbing,
swollen clit, and oh, that feels so amazing. You can’t help the small moan
of appreciation you make as his tongue delves into you, licking your dripping
juices into his mouth that ravished your taste so eagerly. You gasp in surprise
when he gently eases your folds apart with nimble fingers, before moving his
tongue in again, this time deeper
inside you; you squirm, head falling back against the headboard in pleasure.
“Yes,” You mewl, “That’s it!
Oh god.. it feels so good.”
Stars practically exploded behind your closed eyelids once his fingers
made their way into you, his tongue tracing circles against your clit; you moan
stutteringly into the empty room, practically grinding yourself against his
face. Hearing your explicit moans of pleasure, Hoseok only works harder,
driving his fingers deeper into you, grazing your warm walls with short nails
so that you can do nothing but hold yourself back from begging him for more.
But you’re not supposed to beg; he is.
When you feel yourself reaching the edge, reaching that wave of blissful
pleasure, you stop him, detaching yourself from his mouth with a displeased groan.
Your pussy juices slowly make their way down your thigh, but you pay it no
attention, your mind entirely focused on having his cock inside you, to relieve
your throbbing core.
“You-you look so good like
this Hobi,” You mewl as you slowly seat yourself on his hard length, hissing as
you feel him graze your walls, “So nice and pliant for me.”
“Y/N,” His eyes are wide, dark
with lust, “You feel so hot around
me, Fuck… it feels so good.”
Once you’re finally seated on him, to the hilt, you wait for a few
moments, before quickly picking yourself up and slamming back down.
You hiss in pleasure once you do so, but pay it no mind, because
Hoseok’s head has fallen back against the pillow, his slick lips are parted
open, a strangled moan being pulled from him as he stretched you out entirely.
You would do anything to see that expression adorn his features again, so you
lift yourself up once again, before lowering yourself down on him; the cycle
continues for a while, the room filled with nothing but a soft harmony, a
chorus, of the both of your moans starting to escalate.
Your movements grow slow though, since you’re unable to keep a fast pace
and, meeting your eyes, Hoseok looks at you pleadingly, with a very obvious
message; thinking about it for a beat, you nod quickly, willing to let him do
as he wants.
Almost immediately, you let out a soft grunt as your positions are
flipped over, him hovering above you, and you staring up at your boyfriend’s
hooded eyes, his cock still seated deep in you. He thrusts in suddenly, giving
you no warning, and in your unpreparedness, your back arches off the bed as you
moan sweetly for him, because he’s angled so perfectly so that he’s hit that beautiful spot in you that makes
your head go blank in bliss.
While the rest of your love-making has been slow, this part is brutally
fast; the two of you are so desperate for release, both having been denied the
first time, that you can’t do anything but rut frantically against each other,
each craving your sweet release. His hands wander along your torso, as he hits
that deep spot in you again and again, over
and over until you’re putty in his hands, body craving more, more and only more.
“Ugh, H-Hobi, fuck!” You grind desperately against his cock, “Shit, I’m so close.”
“Me too, Jagi,” He moans into your mouth, never ceasing the movement of
his hips as he drives into you with powerful thrusts, “J-just come with me, baby.”
And just as the dam breaks, a wave of pleasure blankets over you and you scream,
Hoseok’s name falling from your quivering lips, your core squeezing his cock so
tightly his head turns white, before, with no warning at all, you feel hot
liquid rushing into you, filling you to the brim with his come.
When he slowly moves to pull out of you, you put an arm on his hand to
“No, don’t move,” You mumble, suddenly feeling a lot more exhausted than
“Okay, baby.” He says, smile in his voice, before he slides back into
you and stays still, so that his toned body covers your own.
The two of you stay like that for a while, before he finally speaks,
head lifting up just a little.
“Thank you, Jagiya,” He says sincerely, looking into your eyes with
tender adoration, “Thank you for everything.”
“What’s there to thank me for?” You yawn tiredly into his sweaty neck,
hiding your reddening face, “Y-you’re…just…beautiful.”
You slowly trail off to sleep in his warm embrace, barely missing the
soft words as you’re pulled into sleep.
I call it a habitat, because I don’t like thinking of it as a cage. I prefer to think of it as a home :) a place your mice can love to live in, without feeling trapped.
The messy cage! Mice are fastidiously clean creatures and dutifully wash themselves after every activity. But they tend to leave their habitat a little messy, because they love to dig, rearrange and hide their food. They also poop as they walk, meaning they do not usually go to the bathroom in a single place.
The more mice you have, the messier your habitat will be. I clean mine every day, and my habitat does not smell at all. Male mice have strong odors when intact, female mice generally do not have a strong odor, if any at all.
1.) A safe Temporary Holding Area there are many options for where to put your mice while you clean. Some people put them in balls and let them have a run around. I put mine in a 10 gallon aquarium that has a bunch of treats and hay hidden in the litter, they always have a blast digging for snacks while I clean. They only spend about 10-15 minutes here, so they don’t have enough time to eat an unhealthy amount.
2.) Get those mice Its best to keep female mice in groups of 3 or more. Because of their short life spans, when one mouse passes away, the remaining female will still have a companion. Males as a general rule, should be kept alone. If you want to keep a pair of boys, they should be from the same litter. Bigger groups of males are not usually a good idea. Males are fairly territorial. Mine are all female. A solitary female mouse will be very unhappy and will have a shorter life span than females kept in groups.
3.) Clean the bedding
remove uneaten food -remove all uneaten fresh foods every day(veggies, fruits, ect) I remove uneaten pellets/seeds every two days. This way I can keep track of how much they are eating.
Remove any litter that is wet or has urine. This will cut down on any smells.
Pull apart and clean out the bed fluff. My mice hide their food inside their bedding, so I clean it every day, so they aren’t sleeping in old gross food.
Turn over all the bedding. This will refresh it and give them a chance to make new tunnels.
4.) Clean hides/houses/toys/wheels Mice pee on EVERYTHING, including you. You need to clean that urine every day, otherwise your cage will smell pretty ripe. wash your hands after handling mice…they really will pee on you, and you might not even know it.
5.) Change your water EVERY day and always remember to do a daily test on your bottle. If your mouse is losing weight and appears lethargic, make sure that the ball in your bottle is functional. Check for air bubbles. Glass tube bottles tend to get LOTS of bubbles, put a broom straw in in the spout, the bubbles will travel up the straw and your mouse can drink without struggle I also use a bowl (which I refill/clean as needed)just in case something goes wrong with the bottle while I am away. Mice also enjoying washing their paws and faces in the bowl of water.
glass bottles are better for mice, because they are impossible to chew up, and harder to climb.
my current bowl is plastic, I will be buying a ceramic dish when I get paid again. Mice love chewing on plastic. It also encourages naturally lapping behavior and helps prevent strange habits caused by unnatural behavior.
6.) Food NEVER top off your mouse’s food if you feed a mix. Your mouse will pick out the fatty seeds, and never eat any of the healthy parts. Only refill the food when your mouse has eaten almost everything you have given it.
if anyone has any food suggestions. I am open to it. I feed my mice Oxbow mouse blocks, a pinch of rolled oats, and a small amount of muesli mix (I remove the corn,sunflower seeds, and peanuts, which are known to cause skin conditions in mice)
For extra protein, plain scrambled eggs and milk bones are a great supplement. Unfortunately most mouse feed either has too much or too little protein, so you will have to personally feed them a supplement.
7.) Done :D Remember to rearrange your cage so your mice will have new things to do and new things to explore. If you feed them in a bowl, add some extra food to the litter, to encourage natural foraging behavior. I only use the bowl to help monitor how much they eat.
Give them lots of things to climb on! Mice appreciate vertical space as well as floor space and though it may appear a bit crowded…its quite natural to them and they enjoy having all the stuff to climb on and in.
if anyone has any suggestions or tips for me, send me a message! I’m a new mouse owner and i’m still refining my care techniques. Please tell me yours!