#cockroach on my person in bed??

[sherlock-is-ace]

Fun new development in my house being a zoo apparently... A fucking tiny ass lizard just turned up inside the house, in my room, above my bed 🙃 i fucking hate it here and i want to burn the house down

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Slashers with a sleepwalking s/o

AN: totally based off my personal experiences sleepwalking lol asked my friends and family what their favorite sleepwalking episode was.

Jason Voorhees 🏕

Jason is already paranoid AF about you unknowingly wandering into a trap during the day.

But the first time he comes across you in the woods at night? When you should be asleep?

He is not a happy man. Many thoughts run through his mind. Are you trying to leave him? Trying to get yourself hurt? Would you rather die then be with him?

It takes him a good while and a lot of explaining for him to understand what's happening. That your not intentionally doing this. Science shit™️

He sets up a system. Maybe a bell or two. Something loud to let him know where you are. Maybe some trip wires.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: He watched you eat a entire sleeve of saltines while standing in the shower.

Michael Myers 🎃

Michael's seen some shit. So this is nothing. All those years in Smiths Grove have prepared him for this. So you sleepwalk? Cool, his neighbor at Smiths Grove used to eat cockroachs.

That being said, the closer you're relationship grows, the more worried he becomes. What if you fall down the stairs? What if you wander into the road? What if, what if, what if??

He doesn't have the foresight to set up traps, like Jason does.

Uses his fucked up sleep schedule to his advantage and often stands over your sleeping body. Jumpscare.

Will definitely tie a bell on you while you sleep. Totally not a collar what are you saying? Don't make it kinky.

The strangest thing he's seen you do: Put all of the remotes in the refrigerator because they needed batteries.

Thomas Hewitt 🥩

Poor sweet man. You're going to give him a heart attack one of these days.

However, he's probably one of the more better prepared of the lot. His house is set up to keep people in and out. So there isn't much danger you can get into.

Unless he forgets to lock up the basement. Which has happened once. And only once. You were fairly unharmed if not a little traumatized.

Has taken to locking your bedroom door. Also installs like 10 latches. AND puts a bell on the doorknob. And maybe sometimes you.

Look, he's already scared of losing you to somebody else, he doesn't want to have to worry him losing you to you.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Him, Monty and Hoyt sat and watched you stand in front of the sink for a hour and a half. Just standing there. Menacingly

Brahms Heelshire 🐀

Oh, poor baby is confused. Especially at the start of your situation-ship. You don't know he's there, you just think you're babysitting a doll for a sad old couple. Not their grown ass son who lives in the walls.

The first time Brahms finds you sleepwalking, he's pissed. You trying to leave him, he knows you are. But... did you just snore?? Wait, you're asleep. He feels a little better about the situation.

Until you start walking towards the stairs. Boy's never moved so fast in his life. He knows if he wakes you up it's game over. So he gives you a gentle nudge back to your room.

Now after you find about the rat man in the walls, things are different. Brahms, even in the deepest REM cycle, will never let you go. Man is a koala and you are the tree he's clinging to for dear life. It's almost impossible to escape his arms at night.

Almost makes you sleep in the walls instead of the bedroom so you're safer. Like ain't no way you're getting out of those without him waking up.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Sat up in bed, complaining about the maracas in your mouth??? He cried.

Billy Lenz 🎄

World's worst caretaker 👑

Especially before yall start dating because, at that point in time, he's still trying to decide if he wants to kill you. He won't lie, he very briefly thought about pushing you down the stairs.

But? After you win him over? Yeah still kinda sucks ass at keeping you from hurting yourself. He'll keep you alive, mind you, just a little worse for wear.

He asked you once if he could tie you down in bed. You didn't like the look in his eyes so you declined. Billy pouted for the next three days.

TBH he might do it anyways. Look he's just trying to keep your silly little self safe, S/O. Get your mind out of the gutter. Haha, jk...unless 😏?

The strangest thing he's seen you do is eat a entire bag of gummy bears while standing outside. He joined you.

Vincent Sinclair 🖌

Another prepared king 👑

His workshop is dangerous. Upstairs is dangerous. The whole town is health code violation. And bby cannot stand the idea of you hurting yourself.

But other then the constant anxiety that you'll some how end up falling off the stairs or falling into the wax or the any other number of things his brain comes up with, he's very level-headed.

Child safety locks. He buys that shit in bulk.

But hey, gives him a excuse to hold you at night. (Vincent, they're literally your s/o)

The strangest thing he's seen you do is stand over Bo's bed, chanting tomato. Bo almost cried.

Bo Sinclair 🔧

Definition of "Look at that idiot...oh wait that's my idiot!"

Honestly, probably the worst. Not like 'let's you just walk around' worst, but more like 'Imma gonna chain you to the bed' worst.

Dude's so scared of losing you, pretty much the best thing that ever happened to him, that his willing to go to drastic matters to keep you safe.

Don't try to explain the science behind it, you'll only give him a migraine. Just let him keep you safe. K, bby?

Bo's gonna lose sleep some nights, he's that scared. No doubt you will wake up to the feeling of someone watching you. Just comfort him, ok?

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit up in bed and start singing 'Livin La Vida Loca'

Asa Emory 🪲

Number one prepared king™️

I'm not saying he may or may not, kinda sorta perhaps placed cameras around your living situation before you two even began dating. But yeah he did.

So he knows all about the crazy shenanigans you are up to at night.

He reads the books, watching online lectures 👏all👏the👏research. You can bet your sweet ass he knows exactly how to wake you up in case of emergency.

In the same breath, despite how much he does love you, science. Prepare to be studied like a bug under a microscope.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is standing with the refrigerator doors open, telling him how much you love this show.

Norman Bates 🚿

My poor sweet innocent murder bby. He doesn't know what to do.

Yeah, keep you safe, he's got that much down. But at what cost?

The hotel looks like a a daycare center now. Baby proofing everywhere (ask him about getting locked out of the bathroom, it's funny)

Suggested a collar once as a joke, wasn't expecting you to agree. Got flustered. Dropped his cup, maybe got a bone.

Another koala sleeper, so good luck escaping his embrace. Will go as far as following you to the bathroom to make sure you're actually awake.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit down in a fake potted plant in the living room and talk about dinosaurs.

[bogleech]

Reminder that a truly monumental thing happened last year which many of you foolishly overlooked.

Life-sized fake cockroaches in translucent brown rubber have existed since before I was born, in dozens of subtly different models usually sold by the bagful. A classic cheap children's toy, prank, Halloween decoration, crafting item, gaming token, you name it!

Scorpions, lizards and centipedes have also existed in this style for at least ten or fifteen years....

....But only in 2024 I think (wait, maybe it was 2023???) did a never-before-seen cricket variation come into existence. I can't find non-Amazon sources of them but if you need them from Amazon this is where you get 100 at a time.

Now if only they'd make a few more. Obviously the only animals chosen for this esteemed status are those that can believably be small and look uniformly brownish or blackish at a glance, so with respect to that aesthetic principle here are my top ten most wanted small bulk brownish rubber bugs, in order beginning with my personal most wanted:

ticks

fleas

mosquitoes

isopods

earwigs

weevils

slugs

bed bugs

wasps

scarab beetles

Actually does @archiemcphee still pay attention to tumblr? Archie Mcphee can you make us some new kinds of bulk plain brownish rubber bugs. You made the world's first bags of plastic tardigrades and the world thanks you for that.

I'm talking about bigger bags of much lower quality bug though. The quality can't be too good. It's gotta be like "five for a dollar" quality at best.

Like did you know these big, expensive Japanese import plastic isopods are just about the only fake isopods??? That nobody's just made bags of little life-size fake isopods?

[websitestargirl]

my personal ghost apartment headcanon is as follows:

1 bed 1 bath on the third floor of a walk up apartment from the 80s. no in unit or in building laundry so he has to wash his clothes at the laundromat. rent is really cheap because there’s a cockroach problem and he lives under a bridge with a train that passes through all day and night. but he’s never home much anyways.

cool greyish white walls with landlord special’d white cabinets. one of those green glass bathroom sinks with a garish yellow tile on the wall. he has a plain shower curtain. he has plain white cotton sheets and a light comforter with a plain white cotton duvet. he has a case for all his guns thats tucked under his bed and in the closet is his collection of military memorabilia. old uniforms and badges. keepsakes from old friends that aren’t here anymore.

oak nightstand with an alarm clock and small lamp. he keeps a bottle of painkillers on there too. tacky souvenir magnets on his fridge from some of his younger years. all things considered, still finding the juvenile humor to sneak a magnet into his pocket.

he has cans of stuff and a completely empty fridge, save the water filter and some non perishable picked vegetables.

everything he eats is either takeout or frozen meals. his ass does not cook. i like imagining him eating takeout. i think it’s cute.

he has a tv on a tv stand and a grey, firm sofa. he also has his laptop and other gear. i think he also has a printer. i don’t know what he uses the printer for but i think he’d have one.

honestly the layout of his place isn’t too bad at all but he’s Man decorated it aka not at all. if it got repainted and refurnished the whole thing could look really sweet and cozy. so naturally it’s you’re responsibility to show him that he can actually live in something warm and comforting.

tomorrow ill make some drawings!

[ledesaid]

William (Billy) Joseph Batson Constantine?

12 years ago, John Constantine offered his genetics with the intention of serving others while putting his own interests first (he was a donor at a fertility clinic) and forgot about it.

Indeed, he also forgot when he pawned his firstborn in some pagan ritual to save his own neck...

Once and...

Again...

Oh, heavens! A fifth time?

Can someone stop this man?

Call it luck or chance, but his sample was used only once. An American couple turned to a fertility clinic and, by chance, their firstborn was born.

Yes, that firstborn.

William Joseph Batson always wondered why all sorts of bad things happened to him. From the premature death of his pet fish, to the variety of monsters that started living under his bed, and culminating with his inability to look at himself in a mirror. That didn't deprive him of his parents' love, fortunately, at least until a demon took them when he was seven.

Everyone believes they died, Billy doesn't... He remembers they were dragged to what that monstrous creature called hell... Billy searched how to get there on Google Maps.

He is absorbed by the system for the next two years, he is nine when he starts looking for answers on his own.

He's not starting from scratch, he still remembers what the demon said that night...

"The time has come, spawn of John Constantine."

The Internet told him what "spawn" meant, but there seem to be no traces of this Constantine except for an anonymous complaint, on an occultism forum, about his poor services and his "charming" personality.

An informational seed.

He starts with local fortune-tellers' houses, all charlatans... Continues with people from questionable cults and escapes before becoming the main dish.

Other terms appear along the way: alcoholic and gambler.

He's eleven years old when his tour around the country takes him to a show by a certain Zatanna. He does the usual routine... Sneaks into her dressing room and waits...

He's already an expert at waiting.

Billy: John Constantine. He's harder to find than cockroaches. I've been looking for him for three years... They say he's my father... Do you know him?

Finally, for the first time in three years, he finds someone who knows him and has his number. It only took two more cities, of stalking the magician, for her to call that man...

That man... The one responsible for everything.

But when he sees him, his stomach churns as he notices their clear resemblance. Billy looked a lot like his mother, but the handful of the man's genes was evident.

He doesn't scream when a portal appears in the dressing room. He's seen worse and smellier ones.

John: Hello, love, is everything alright? You don't usually call first... I brought a good bottle of...

And the man also realized. Of course, he did, he knows... whispers his tortuous mind.

Billy: Finally, you are John Constantine...

John: And you must be the reason why my firstborn trick stopped working.

Billy gets angry and lunges at the Englishman. With one knee on the blond's stomach, he takes advantage and grabs him by the collar of his trench coat. He shakes him violently and shouts all he's been holding back for so long.

Billy: I've met at least five principalities, I've been chased by things I still can't comprehend, and they took my parents when I was seven... You're going to fix this now!

Billy starts to sob as he steps away from the man and leans against the dressing room door.

John: Would you believe me if I said I'm sorry?

He's not sincere, Billy knows it and also knows that his voice is nothing more than a sign of his defeated certainty.

Billy: No, you are everything they said you were...

......

Part 2

[heartfullofleeches]

Bugman and Childhood Best Friend Reader who's terrified of bugs. The mortal vessel of some bug god madly in love with someone who broke down sobbing when they learned some species of cockroaches can fly

-

Teacher: Benjiman, are you here this morning?

Bugman: ....

Teacher: Benjiman?

Reader, raising their hand: Teacher, I think their name is Bug! Look at the nametag on their shirt!

Bugman: !!

[Bugman draws Reader a picture of a Ladybug which they gift them later in the day]

Bugman: Here. I saw one on your shirt during class....

Reader, hyperventilating: And you didn't tell me?!

-

Bugman: Would you still like me if I was a bug?

Reader: Bugs are kinda creepy.... I don't have to worry about that anyway since there's no way you'd ever be a bug!

[A single tear rolls down Bugman's cheek]

-

Bugman: Does my life have meaning?....Am I worthy the attention I am given? I may not be long for this world, but I sometimes I can't help but wonder if there is another purpose for me out there beyond my fate.

[*bzzt* bzzt*]

Reader: B-Bug? I need you to come over right now! There's some...thing in my bed. Oh, god - why does it have so many legs?! Huh?....oh,fuck- IT JUMPED INTO MY SHOE, BUGMAN - HURRY!

[Bugman hangs up]

Bugman: It is nice to know I matter to at least one person.

[crescenthistory]

This sounds kind of vague but regulus nd reader bonding over bugs… I think this strange little guy would appreciate a good bug. Doesn’t have to be specifically romantic either I just thought it was cute

i don't think i can write a fic on this, especially as i am not an avid bug-knower myself, but i'll share my thoughts and headcanons with you of course darling<33

regulus black bonding with you over bugs

regulus bug-lover, evan anatomy-fanatic, barty carcass-searcher and pandora bones-collector; in this essay i will-

dorcas thinks they’re a bit odd but love them as the freaks they are

no, but in all honesty i can picture this so vividly. regulus has such an obsessive personality, he is bound to have some niche and severe interests

if that is bugs and it is a shared one between you two – then that's just fantastic luck, yeah?

regulus is the type of person to not just liking something, it becomes his everything (that boy has never felt normal about anything ever)

finding someone who loves the same things he loves would slot them right beside that interest in his mind, thus making any infatuation that much stronger; he associates you with what you both love

i think his favourite bugs would be spiders, of course, but also termites and beetles

there is definitely a certain level of "this creature is so misunderstood and i relate to it" going on here

on that note, he is more inclined to hyperfixate on bugs like worms, cockroaches, fleas, bed bugs, etc. than the more accepted/cutsey bugs like bees and butterflies

though i don't really picture him disliking any bugs – he would rather spend his time focusing on the ones that resonate with him

regulus most certainly has a scientific approach to his interest

he reads and learns and then reads some more and learns some more; he wants to know all there is to know and be able to use jargon and refer to biology when discussing bugs

if you struggle with reading, he is more than happy (see: fucking elated) over being able to recap any relevant book to you and teach you what he just learned

if you enjoy it as well, he wants nothing more than to ditch your coursework for the night and read up on your own interests side by side<3

my regulus is a poet, and i imagine that he would use all his scientific knowledge of bugs to use them as more effective and accurate metaphors

i think his favourite bug to refer to in poetry is cicadas

he is usually very guarded with his poetry because he writes to process and work through his intense emotions, but your shared love for bugs would be a lower-barrier entry to sharing his writing with you

he would show you some poems that focus primarily on bugs, maybe even use the excuse that you can double check them for "accuracy", and over time he grows more confident in showing you more and more

sitting with regulus in a corner of the slytherin common room or the edge of the courtyard whenever you get some alone time, looking for and admiring the bugs that creep around there

taking note of what spots in the castle are the most abundant with insects and going there together

maybe he would even call you an insect-related pet name? my suggestions: mantis, hopper, buzz — maybe any french speakers know of some cute ones in french?!

regulus feeling seen and known by you on another level as you bond over insects – an interest of his that most of his friends and family members have shunned and gagged at, but that set your eyes alight with a spark similar to his own

daring to be himself more fully with you beyond his interest, because you showed him it is okay

realising he is in love with you when you're reunited after a summer apart and you show him that you have started a journal, documenting the unique and rare insects you stumbled upon over the holidays to show him

starting one of his own for you

proposing to you by asking you to help him look for a special insect in the earth outside your flat/house and when you go you see has dug the ring into the ground, diamond poking out

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

The hotel gang + overlord!reader part 2

Part one here

!Not beta read!

While it may just be the stress talking, the bed was surprisingly comfortable, for a hotel at least. Today was a lot. Even if this hotel seemed to be a net positive it was still a lot. So the comfortable bed made it seem like you already made it to heaven. As you sank into the bed you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to a few loud and powerful knocks on your door. "Hello? If you're awake we are going to do some trust exercises!" Charlie called out. You unintentionally groaned as you got up.

"Give me a minute!" You replied.

"Okay." Charlie said as she left. When you got up you looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren't a mess by any means but you've definitely looked better. You freshen yourself up slightly before going downstairs.

The Hotel residents and staff were all in a circle. You sat down in one of the gaps in the circle. Charlie cleared her throat.

"Okay everybody let's go around in a circle and say our names first! I'm Charlie." She paused, "As you all know." Everyone else proceeded to say their name, which you already knew everyone's name. Excluding the short one-eyed girl, Niffty, and the girl with an x over one of her eyes, Vaggie. Then your turn came.

"Uh- Hi! My name is y/n" You cringed at the nervousness in your voice.

"Now I want everyone to tell a fact about themself. It doesn't have to be anything huge, just something to get to know each other." Charlie said, "I love musicals!" Yeah, that was pretty easy to guess.

Angel was next up. "I love sitting on big, HUGE-"

"Angel I fucking swear." Husk cut him off.

"Comfortable chairs! What were you thinking?" Angel had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Also cocks as well." He added. Husk and Vaggie groaned.

Niffty went next, but Charlie spoke before her, "Please try not to scare away our newest member." She pleaded. Niffty pouted but compiled anyway.

"I love writing fanfiction! Escapily with bad boys." Her tone turned slightly seductive at the end. You elected to ignore that.

There was a silence as everyone waited for Vaggie. Charlie stretched her palm out to tell her to talk. "Oh- yeah right sorry." She shook her head slightly, "I like to dance."

"Really!? How come I never knew that?" Charlie asked.

"It never came up." Vaggie smiled faintly

"I'm the bartender," Husk grumbled. Vaggie elbowed him. "What? I told a fact about myself."

Alastor let out an "ahem" noise. The focus shifted to him. "While this is a fact in general, I believe that radio is the utmost form of medium." As baseline as this was for a guy such as Alastor, you also kind of expected it. Alastor would not let anything deeper about himself slip. So why not go for the most well-known part of yourself. "Now, y/n, darling I do believe it is your turn."

Oh shit right. You've just met these people so don't go with anything personal. Also, make sure it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable. “I really don’t like being an overlord.” Your mouth moved before you could comprehend what you were saying. Well fuck. If this was a TV show you’d clearly be the comic relief, at least right now. Everyone but Alastor and Niffty had some form of uncomfortable plastered on their face. Alastor however had a curious yet sinister smile on his face. Niffty wasn’t really paying attention to you, she was chasing some random cockroach. 

You wanted to go back on that statement but something was saving you from embarrassing yourself further. Do demons have guardian angels? If so, yours was working overtime right now. But they also weren’t getting much work done.

Your real savior was whoever blew the fucking wall up. Everyone's head was quickly aimed at the now missing wall. While Husk just accepted it everyone else, including yourself, to find the source. Like you were in some sort of horror movie character getting ready to be stabbed. But you instead met with a huge mechanical blimp that had an impractical amount of guns.

“There you are!” The person in the blimp called out. It was very hard to hear but it was just loud enough. “Alastor, are you ready to be beat-”

“Who is this?’ 

“Who- Who am I!?” The voice was very clearly offended at Alastor's lack of knowledge. You just drowned the rest out. Alastor was cruel and frankly heartless. But he also did not like wasting time. So even while this poor sinner's fate was sealed, thankfully it wouldn’t be as drawn out as his past victims. You turned around to hopefully save any shred of innocence you were able to save. As you entered through the wall you could hear both Alastor and his victim speak.

“Thank you for another forgetful experience!” Alastor said. You didn’t necessarily

want to look but you did so anyway. Kind of like watching a car crash.

“Thank you…” the snake struggled to get out, “ For letting your guard down!” He ripped part of Alastors coat off. Well, that's not good, for anyone really. Alastor’s coat got torn and this sinner is about to die again. Or at the very least get seriously injured. You’re honestly surprised he lasted this long. He was notably weaker than The Radio Demon’s usual opponents. 

He, quite appropriately, said “Oh shit-” Before an explosion (you can only guess caused by Alastor) caused him to fly away. Welp, he’s gone forever now. The hotel seemed nice for the most part. It honestly still does. You just wish you weren’t staying in the same house as The Radio Demon. But now that you think about it, almost everyone here seems to have something severely wrong with them. And that includes you too. So at least you fit in.

[jonathankai]

Mu Qing (mumbles): I wish I was in your bed. Feng Xin: What did you say??? Mu Qing (louder): I said, I wish you were dead!

Now the same joke and a short tale about what happens next:

Some things change, some things stay the same. Although the Heavenly Capital was rebuilt from scratch, just like the old Capital, it frequently suffered from general Xuanzhen and general Nang Yang’s fights.

Somewhere amid the chaos, after one of the usual quarrels, Mu Qing mumbled under his breath: “I wish I was in your bed”, and Feng Xin, who was about to leave, turned on his heels to ask: “What did you just say?”. Mu Qing said louder: “I said, I wish you were dead!”, so Feng Xin told him to fuck off and they fought some more.

But after that Feng Xin was never the same again. He heard that, he definitely did. Or did he???

Why would Mu Qing say something like this? And if he didn’t, the fact that Feng Xin heard such.. extravagant thing must say something about Feng Xin himself. Why would Feng Xin hear something like this?

Days flew by, Feng Xin was caught in a stupor. The thought about Mu Qing actually saying that phrase brought unexpected and unexplainable joy in his heart, while the thought about mishearing filled him with equally unexplainable dread. Deputies had to regularly shake their general to bring him back to his senses and even high priests were alarmed when their god replied to prayers in nonsensical manner.

Feng Xin has been oddly quiet lately, and Mu Qing embraced the change. Having to deal with Feng Xin all the time brought him enough heartache, so while the other god stayed away and kept his mouth shut, Mu Qing relished in peace.

Expect one night Feng Xin barged into his palace, tearing the front gate down (all deputies and servants present in palace rushed to surround him in the yard, sure it was a one-man ambush). When Mu Qing came to the front yard to kick Feng Xin out personally, he was a little unnerved to see that Feng Xin looked half-mad. Mu Qing felt his hackles rise. Whatever was about to happen now, it surely would be messy.

Feng Xin saw the cause of his suffering and burst out:

“DID YOU SAY IT OR DID I MISHEAR YOU???”

“Did I say what?”

“THAT YOU WANT TO BE IN MY BED???”

Deafening silence fell upon yard, and then stomping of many legs as all deputies and servants scattered in different directions like cockroaches. Every one of them knew well enough that if they’ve learnt any… sensitive information not meant for them, their general would more likely see them dead rather than let that information leak.

Stone-faced, Mu Qing spitted out:

“I have said no such thing”.

Whatever reaction he expected, it definitely was not what happened next. Feng Xin fell to his knees, turned his face and hands up to the sky and let out a howl of a wounded beast. And right after that – he fainted. Mu Qing grabbed him by the collar and dragged inside before neighbors would start coming to his crashed gates with questions.

In the inner chambers Mu Qing shook motionless Feng Xin and slapped him multiple times before he finally slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Xin was staring blindly at the ceiling with solemn expression on his face. He said:

“I’ve come to conclusion. If you said no such thing and still I heard it, it must mean that I have feelings for you. This is terrible”.

Surely thing, this made Mu Qing bristle.

“Why is having feelings for me terrible?!”

“Because you hate me”.

Mu Qing bristled even more.

“I don’t hate you! We’re friends! We’ve already established this!”

Feng Xin came to life a little bit, scrunching his nose and waving his hand ambiguously.

“You don’t HATE hate me, but you can’t stand the sight of me. You won’t even like me back”.

With that Feng Xin sighed and stood up slowly, still not looking at Mu Qing.

“Forget it. I won’t disturb you anymore. I would apologize for the gate, but you know what? It wasn’t completely undeserved”.

With that he dragged himself toward exit.

It was this moment when the last brain cell in Mu Qing’s head started to kick and scream. He hurried to say:

“Do you think I remember everything I say, especially to you? I might have said it”.

Just like some time ago, Feng Xin turned around:

“What do you mean you MIGHT have said it? Did you or did you not?!”

“I’m telling you, I don’t remember!”

“Okay, okay, doesn’t matter. You said it or you didn’t. It’s in the past. Answer me now. Do you—“

Feng Xin’s words were cut short as he snapped his mouth shut. Made another ambiguous gesture with his hand. Blushed.

A thought flashed through Mu Qing's mind: “Whatever you are going to say, I will to kill you”.

But Feng Xin squared his shoulders – a confident stance of a martial god – and said:

“Mu Qing, I like you. More than a friend. Do you like me?”

Mu Qing let out a relieved sigh. Somehow, this sounded better than quoting a thing he said in spur of the moment. He opened his mouth to answer and discovered something unpleasant – words were stuck in his throat. It was a simple question and actually the answer was quite simple too, but Mu Qing found himself unable to speak. Whatever force came over him, it left him frowning with his mouth slightly agape, no doubt looking like an idiot.

Luckily, Feng Xin couldn't bear the silence and snapped:

“Man up, you coward! Do you like me? Yes or no!”

“Who are you calling a coward, you dipshit! Yes, I like you! For whatever bizarre reason, it’s beyond my comprehension! I was silent because I’ve been trying to understand—Why are you laughing?!”

If Mu Qing was stunned before, now he was burning with embarrassment. He closed the distance to kick Feng Xin.

“Shut up! Shut up and get out of my palace!”

Suddenly, Feng Xin lashed out and grabbed him. Mu Qing tensed, preparing to break out of opponent’s grip. However it was not a grip...

It was a hug. A big good warm hug. Once Mu Qing realized what was going on, his hands flew to Feng Xin’s back on their own accord.

“If I “get lost” now, can I see you in the morning for a strategic meeting?”

“Strategic meeting?”

“Yeah. I think we need to discuss what we’re going to do now. What’s the plan”.

Agreeing with Feng Xin wasn’t something Mu Qing was prone to do, but it was surprisingly easy in the moment.

“Alright, sounds good. But why in the morning?”

Feng Xin’s body sank, leaning all of its’ weight on Mu Qing.

“Don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted”.

Mu Qing huffed and patted him on the back.

He escorted the unexpected guest to the front yard to see him out. Feng Xin glanced at the wreckage he’s done and decided that apology was necessary after all:

“Mu Qing, sorry for the gates”.

The other god waved him off dismissively.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Was worth it in the end”.

Feng Xin gave him a stupid and mischievous smile – one Mu Qing hasn’t seen in 800 years plus some – and left general Xuanzhen’s palace.

Some things stay the same, some things change. With the dawn, the friendship remained the same, but something new has also arisen.

[munyusz]

average monster/complication of the week in malevolent begins like

Arthur: *wakes up with a gasp*

Arthur: oh... oh just a dream...

John: another nightmare?

Arthur: no, no it was just... weird...

*sounds of fumbling and then silence*

Arthur: John...

John: hmm?

Arthur: John I can't feel my fingers

John: what?

John: oh

Arthur: what?

John: we don't... calm down Arthur, take a deep breath--

Arthur: don't tell me to calm down, John, just tell me what's going on!

John: we, well, we don't have fingers anymore

Arthur: ...

Arthur: what??

John: we also seem to be several feet shorter than yesterday

Arthur: what happened to us? weren't you on the look out while I was asleep?

John: I was! But I was expecting danger from beyond out campfire, not a sudden metamorphosis!

Arthur: "As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect."

John: what?

Arthur: nevermind, it's just a quote from a novel. In it a man wakes up one morning inexplicably transformed into a cockroach

John: so... this is normal in your world?

Arthur: no, absolutely not

John: but you just said this Gregor person--

Arthur: it's fiction, John. It's not real.

Arthur: though many thing I've previously believed unreal turned out to be real enough. So...

John: so.

*a beat of silence*

John: if it's any consolation, I don't think we are a bug. Too many feathers for that.

Arthur: a bird then. great.

John: should we look around for clues? maybe there is something around the village that will explain... all this.

Arthur: yes. but first, I want to ask Yorick if he knows anything

John: he was in his bag the whole night, what would he know?

Arthur: well yes, but he is a vanguard, is he not? he doesn't need to see to know

John: i don't trust him

Arthur: me neither, but this is precisely the kind of situation we need to put aside our misgivings

John: ...fine. the bag is to the left... the other left

*sounds of fumbling*

John: well?

Arthur: i don't have *fingers*, John.

Arthur: *sigh* Yorick, can you hear me?

Yorick, muffled: crystal clear, Master!

Arthur: do you know what happened to us?

Yorick, muffled: I do.

*a beat of silence*

John: Then tell us!

Yorick, muffled: as you wish, my King.

Yorick, voice suddenly clear and an octave deeper: It's a lovely morning in the village and you are a horrible goose.

[itsonlybaby]

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John Murphy - Polis

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ When Titus died you set out in search of a new fleimkepa, only finding Murphy; a misunderstood roach. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: porn w plot, smut, angst, cheating, nsfw

The day Titus died was a great tragedy for us all, questions had been shouted every time I passed through Polis, and Azgeda tried taking over my place. The people were scared of what the future may hold.

"Heda, what shall we do?" One of the ambassadors asked me, bowing down.

I thought for a second, "Search village to village for a fleimkepa, do not return to me till you've found one." I demanded, turning my head to the guards standing before the door. They nodded before taking their leave. Whispers were heard throughout the crowd.

"This meeting is done," I spoke loudly, tired of their questions.

Watching as they exited the castle my mind went back to Titus, he was a great flame keeper. He always knew what to do, having served 6 commanders before me. His death was unexpected, having passed in the dead of night, with no wounds. A peaceful death, something he deserved.

The only thing I could do was hope the next flame keeper was a good soul.

The sound of bells ringing and long distant chatter had awoken me, the sun beams hitting my face from the open curtains. A sight I had come to love while living in the tower.

Prying the blankets off my bed I shivered at the cold air, the fire at the end of my room doing nothing.

Placing my feet on the cold ground I rushed to the neatly placed pile of clothes sitting at the end of my bed, my shoulder gear and faded red sash included- it was important I'd wear the shoulder piece. It separated me from everyone else. I had been the second commander to rule over all 13 clans, Lexa being the first. She had united them into one coalition before her passing. Her spirit chose me wisely in the conclave.

Placing the small gear on my forehead I opened the doors to be met with guards.

"Heda, we've been waiting for you. We found a new fleimkepa,"

I had followed them down to the temple below the tower, a place Titus thought was sacred- only allowing specific people down there.

Walking down the steps I had grown nervous to meet this new flame keeper.

I stepped into the room, the only light coming from the torches lit around the room illuminating the drawings on the walls.

A pod stood on the back wall- which my new flame keeper was examining. He only turned around to face me when one of my guards coughed to get his attention.

Looking him up and down I took in his every feature, his middle part that's ever so slightly matted with blood and dirt, the stubble around his mouth, and his tall lean body covered by a dirty long robe. it all complimented him so well.

He looked quite handsome- this was supposed to be my flame keeper?

He hadn't even bowed to me when I entered the room, he stared at me awkwardly- as if he didn't even know I was the commander, I felt quite offended at his actions.

"So, you're the new fleimkepa?" I spoke as if the thought was absurd, and it was. To think this ragged man was a flame keeper, someone who was supposed to lead the commander's spirits, and keep them safe. He looked like he'd do everything but.

"So, you're the commander?" He returned my tone, offended by it.

How dare he speak to his superior like that?

"What is your name, fleimkepa,"

He looked at me completely unserious, "John Murphy, people call me Murphy, cockroach, you name it."

He spoke to me like he was having a conversation with any normal person like I couldn't end his life at any moment, like I don't have people willing to die for me just to take his.

I wondered why they called him a cockroach.

"Well then, John, where are you from?" I saw him stiffen at my question.

"Skaikru,"

Before he finished his sentence I drew my sword, causing my guards to do the same.

"Wait, wait, wait,"

I began walking closer to him making him back up and trip on the carpet.

I knew he couldn't be a true flame keeper, Skaikru was the 13th clan but it didn't mean I had to like them, I knew how they were, knew of their lies, knew their ways. They may have been a part of the coalition but they'd never know our ways.

"I knew Titus!" He yelled, making me stop in my tracks.

"Don't you say his name, Skaikru!" My sword lept to his throat, keeping it still there. The cold metal nearly cut into his skin, causing a shiver to run down his entire body.

"It's true! He taught me some stuff, that's how they found me okay! I have his journal in my bag!" Murphy's breath became erratic, suddenly realizing what was at stake.

I looked back towards my guards, "Is it true?"

"Yes, heda, he was lying on the road, trying to rob us when we found the journal in his bag,"

I looked back towards Murphy, who looked scared for his life. After a few seconds, I huffed and sheathed my sword. Murphy released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Why were you trying to rob my people, John Murphy," I questioned, reaching my hand out to help him up.

"It's how I get by, alright?" He spoke, dusting himself off a bit before staring at me.

His answer brought worry to me, "Skaikru is low on resources? Do I need to send hunters to help?"

Murphy sighed softly, "They banished me for a bit," His face becoming one of solemn.

Before I could continue my guards spoke up making both me and Murphy look towards him, "Heda, the meeting to announce the new fleimkepa is starting soon, I don't want you to be late."

I nodded in his direction, "Let's go, John,"

The guards led the way to the top of the tower, and every person I passed nodded their head in my direction, something Murphy needed to take note of.

Whispers had quieted down when I strode along the carpet to my throne, Murphy following behind, taking his position next to me.

"This is your new fleimkepa," I spoke loudly for everyone to hear, questioning whispers rang throughout the room, looks of judgment and disapproval shaking of heads.

"If you have any disagreements about your new fleimkepa," I looked to Murphy, "They will be met with death," Looking back to the crowd the commotion died down.

"He's Skaikru!" I heard a person yell from the corner of the room.

"He could never be a fleimkepa!" Another joined

"Enough!" I yelled, standing up, "An attack against John Murphy, is an attack against the coalition!" My voice boomed off the walls, the room now becoming silent.

"Meeting is over,"

My guards had ushered everyone out, well, everyone but Clarke kom Skaikru.

"Can we speak," She glanced towards Murphy and back to me, "Alone?"

Looking at Murphy I nodded him off, "I'll send for you,"

"Sure thing," He rolled his eyes and made his way out the door.

"Why is Murphy the flame keeper?" Clarke asked, and I wasn't sure why she was questioning my motives. I had vowed to keep Skaikru part of the coalition after Lexa's death, and now she's questioning my motives? My motives?

"Are you saying you disagree with my choices, Clarke?" I question.

"Not at all, it's just I've spent years with Murphy, I know how he is," She paused, "He might not be who he says he is,"

I stared at her for a few moments, "Then who exactly is he?"

"A liar, a thief, and selfish,"

Her words were hypocritical, that's what everyone said about all of Skaikru.

"Thank you for the warning but I don't need it, he is the fleimkepa. If Titus trusted him, I trust him too. You may go now."

She scoffed and turned away, my guards leading her out.

I stood and headed to Murphy's room, it was one over to mine.

I didn't bother knocking, what could my flame keeper have to hide from me? But I soon regretted that decision, I saw a girl bearing the marks of a nomad.

She wore a dusty clothing piece atop her head, and many layers dressing her small body. I noticed she had a large glove covering one hand.

Murphy instinctively stood in front of her, shielding the view I had of her. Almost like he was scared I'd hurt her.

"Visitor?" I ask, looking up at his flushed face.

"My girlfriend." He replied, his girlfriend soon stepping forward.

"I'm Emori," She gave me a small smile, she was cute.

I felt my body stiffen at the use of girlfriend, though I couldn't stop their relationship, I could hate it. I wasn't sure why I had hated it, why I was so torn when she introduced herself, he had deserved someone like her, carefree from responsibilities. I was happy for Murphy.

"y/n." I returned her warm smile.

Murphy smiled as well, something that had looked good on him.

"First time I heard your name, and here I thought I was special." He teased playfully, keeping eye contact even when Emori looked back towards him.

"Well, John, you never asked." I returned his tone, for once being playful, "I'll leave you to it, and do remember I am next door."

I took one last glance at them both before exiting and heading to my room, but before entering I heard Emori speak up, her voice echoing through the hall.

"She calls you John, too?"

I couldn't stop my smile from forming at the thought of making Emori jealous over something so personal. Though sadness swept in, thinking of what they might do alone in the room.

"I want a guard in John's room tonight." I told one of the guards outside my room, one of them springing into action and entering Murphy's room. I heard complaints from the couple, Emori blaming me for this.

The night came and went and the familiar golden trails landed on my face again, the sound of birds outside as my own personal alarm clock.

I stood up with a stretch and a yawn, going for the clothes placed on the table by one of my guards.

I did my usual routine and exited my room, my guards greeting me with smiles which I returned- having a good feeling about this day.

I didn't bother knocking on Murphy's door once again, this time seeing Emori had left.

Murphy's body was sprawled out on the bed, still in a deep slumber. It must've been the best sleep he'd gotten in a week.

I smiled at the sight, his eyelashes were illuminated by the sunbeams hitting his face, making him look so at peace. I only now noticed the rest of his body. He was shirtless, and his muscles were defined despite his lean body. I snapped out of my daze when his body shuffled, moving his face away from the bright beams pouring into the room.

"John." I spoke, walking closer to his resting body.

"Hmm." His voice was muffled into the pillow.

"It's time to wake up."

He lifted his head up a bit, still into the pillow, "Why?"

"We need to make appearances," I giggled at his need to stay in bed, "People need to think you're a pleasing person today."

I walked to the edge of his bed and took a seat, eyes still on his back.

Murphy rolled over, looking at me still lying down, his hair now more disheveled, "You don't think I'm a natural charmer?" He gave me a smile after I snickered at his question.

"I think you're quite the charmer, but the people need to see that too."

I stood up and walked to his pile of now clean clothes, picking them up and tossing them on the bed.

"You have five minutes."

Murphy only sighed, getting out of bed once I left.

I was watching over Polis from the balcony in my room when I heard the door open, looking behind I saw Murphy, his hair now a neat and clean swept-back middle part.

"You're ten minutes late, John." I say, averting my gaze back down.

He came to my side, resting his elbows on the balcony walls while overlooking the view, "Your guards made me wash my hair," He snickered, "Said head can't be seen with a man like me."

I laughed at this, though it was true, he desperately needed to wash his hair.

Moments of silence passed before he spoke up again, "Must be nice being in control of everyone."

My smile faded at this, it wasn't like what everyone made it out to be. It was tough, watching over 13 clans, the responsibility of them all fell on my shoulders alone.

"It gets lonely." I muttered, turning to look at him only to find he was staring first.

Our eyes made contact, he had never looked more perfect in this moment, the yellow haze lighting up one side of his face, making the blue in his dark eyes lighten, his brown hair hanging just above his ears, strands falling on his forehead.

I hadn't even noticed I was leaning in till he pulled back awkwardly, "Emori." He spoke softly, reminding me he still had a girlfriend.

I shook my head as my face flushed a deep red, my body now full of embarrassment.

"Right, right, appearances, elevator," I muttered.

Turning towards the doors I headed to the elevator shaft; Murphy following after muttering a series of curse words.

Making it to the bottom of the tower my mind was still flooded of previous events, the way he slept, the way he looked on my balcony, the way he rejected me. I hadn't ever been rejected before, I hadn't ever felt romantically towards someone. If this is what it's like, I don't ever wanna experience it again. Is that what this was? Was I feeling romantic feelings towards John Murphy?

"So, what are we doing again?" He broke the awkward tension.

"We are here to show people you aren't as bad as they think, you're from Skaikru." I didn't need to elaborate fuller, Murphy already catching the drift of what people thought about Skaikru.

Walking through the shops of Polis we got many stares from people, the smells of cooked meat filled my nose, my stomach growled and Murphy took notice. He looked around before grabbing my hand and leading me through the streets to a deer meat vendor. The feeling of his rough hands in mine sent a shock to my body. The guards struggled to keep up.

"Heda! Beja!" The vendor spoke, handing me a piece of meat, and asking me to try.

I gratefully took the piece and ate it, my eyes sparkled when the flavors hit my tongue, looking at Murphy excitedly. The vendor had a huge grin on her face.

"Mochof!" I thanked her, glancing back at the vendor and back to Murphy.

"You have to try this." I exclaimed as the vendor handed another piece to Murphy.

Murphy placed the piece in his mouth after repeating my phrase, and his face instantly lit up. I giggled at his expression. We thanked the vendor once again before walking off.

We had passed by many shops before one caught my eye, they had an assortment of necklaces made of thread with silver pendants.

I was going to grab his hand to lead him there but I realized he never let go since the first time he grabbed it. My heart could've pumped out of my chest.

I began leading him toward the necklace vendor, my eyes practically glowing while examining the finds.

"Heda," The vendor spoke, his voice rough. He bowed to me before standing up a second later, looking towards Murphy he just nodded.

Looking through all the hanging jewelry my eyes landed on two specific ones, a sun and a moon, both in a matching set. Murphy's eyes must've seen it too as he felt the object. He took it off the rack and examined it further.

"For you and your girlfriend?" I asked. If someone listed close enough they could hear annoyance.

Once I said the word girlfriend I felt Murphy's hand slowly fall back to his side, my palm now feeling cold, missing the touch of his; a shield from the cold.

Murphy didn't answer my question, instead, he dug through his pocket and handed the vendor a silver pendant of a heart. We didn't use currency, instead we ran the shops through trade.

Once the vendor nodded Murphy tucked the necklaces into his pocket.

The awkward tension had crept onto us once again like the summer heat melting away snow.

"I'm going back to the tower, I'll leave a guard here with you." I spoke, needing time away from him, needing to catch up with my thoughts and get rid of this sickening feeling deep in my stomach.

Before he could reply I was already heading up towards the tower, tears threatening to pour down my cheeks. My people couldn't see me crying, my people couldn't know I was weak, weak for a boy.

My mind had gone back to a saying Lexa would tell me when she met Clarke, 'love isn't weakness', love may not be weak but crying sure was.

The moment I stepped into my room and shut the doors the tears came out on their own.

I didn't attempt to stop them, knowing any try would be futile. Instead, I let them drop, I let them hit the floor, it was as if they held enough emotion to crumble the entire tower. I shrugged off my shoulder gear and it hit the fur carpet with a soft thud. I walked over to the balcony- my favorite place in this tower- and watched over Polis once again; getting deja vu from previous events.

My forearms were resting on the balcony wall. I opened my palm and stared at it, the feeling of his against mine still evident; like it was just a second ago mine was intertwined with his- all the creases, lines, and spaces were engraved into my memory.

Clenching my fist I heard the door open, I was thankful the tears were long gone.

I didn't have to check to know if It was Murphy, the way his shoes hit the ground had a familiar ring to it.

"Deja vu," He spoke, I could hear a smile in his voice.

"You said it was lonely," He said, much softer this time, "How can it be when you get everything you want?"

His question was genuine. He wasn't trying to insult me or make me the butt of the joke. I could feel his eyes watching my every move before I looked into his deep blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in and never come out.

"Not everything," My eyes trailed down to his lips, they were wet but chapped; he probably licked them before entering.

We were now inches apart, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the only thing keeping us apart was morals.

It took such little effort on his part; just the dizzy, relieved decision to give in, just an infinitesimal push toward me as his morals seemed to fade. I placed my arms around his neck, keeping him as close as possible while my eyes fluttered close. Everything at this moment just felt right, the way my arms felt around him, the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion.

I felt his hands snake down to my waist, leading me to the bed while not breaking apart, laying down below me his hands fell up and down my body. Exploring every nook and cranny; like untouched land. Tattooing the way his hands felt on my skin, goosebumps appeared on my arms, his hands were warm- he was always warm, it was a cooling contrast to my cold exterior.

Before I knew it he withdrew completely- the warm feeling of his palms roaming my body stopped, his lips devouring mine faded and it left me lost.

"Did I do something?" I said between breaths, looking down at him cluelessly.

"I can't do this, not to her." I had felt anger bubbling inside me, I quickly stood up off him as he sat up.

"Your mood swings are giving me whiplash, John," My voice sounded like I was going to break at any given moment, "Get out."

He didn't try to defend himself, or argue with me, he accepted my wishes and left. Left while the familiar tears found their way out again. I undressed and lay in bed, the comfort of the pillows taking me in; my fur blanket acting as an anchor while I drifted off to sleep as the stars illuminated the room.

Days had passed since then, and Murphy had been avoiding me.

The only times I'd see him were during meetings and occasionally passing by him in the hall.

The only time I'd hear him was late in the night, their headboard banging against the wall- a constant reminder of the rejection I had faced.

A reminder of the night when his lips were on mine, his hands exploring my soft skin.

I spent the nights wishing it was me below Murphy, I knew I shouldn't, but how could I not? I knew she had been moaning louder on purpose every night, taunting me, telling me it was her who got to be with him.

Sometimes I'd feel shivers in the places he touched me, ghosts of his fingers, places I craved for him, places only he could touch.

I jumped slightly when I heard yelling beyond the wall, I tried to listen in but the wall was too thick.

I knew I shouldn't but I grabbed a robe and placed it around my uncovered body, opening the doors and gushing the guards before getting close to the door.

The yelling became much clearer now, but too bad I missed out on half the conversation.

Emori burst through the doors, staring at me with eyes full of anger, she glanced between me and the guards before leaving with heavy footsteps.

I entered Murphy's room, he was sitting on his bed with his elbows on his knees, hands resting on his head, and the sight of him upset made me angry.

I grabbed his attention when I shut the doors behind me.

"Never did know how to knock, huh?" He asked, still very annoyed.

I giggled at this, taking a seat next to him, my robe glided up my thighs which he noticed.

"What happened?" I asked, placing a hand on his comfortingly. He stared down at our hands, processing what had just happened.

Murphy sighed, rubbing his thumb along your fingers, feeling your cold skin. "She found the necklaces, and wanted to wear one, I wouldn't let her."

I was shocked at the new information, "Werent they for you and her?"

His eyes turned to look into mine, "They were for us."

My mind went blank, "I don't understand, John."

"That heart pendant I traded? She gave it to me." He paused, finding the words, "Ever since I've met you, things have felt real. I'm not surviving with you, I'm living."

I smiled at his words, heat rising to my cheeks.

It took me one second to realize we were leaning in.

It took me two seconds to realize we were kissing.

It took me three seconds to realize his hand was snaking up my thigh.

The feeling of his hand warmed my body- a feeling I've come to love, to crave. His hand made its way to my chest, pushing me down on my back while he stood in between my legs.

Murphy separated from the kiss to take his shirt off, revealing his toned, lean body. I took this time to undo the robe and slip out of my bra.

Murphy just watched in 'awe' at my body, his hands instantly feeling the new unexplored areas. His palms instantly groped my breasts, earning a sweet, sensual moan from me.

"So beautiful." He whispered under his breath. My face couldn't possibly get any redder, but I was growing more needy by the second.

As if knowing what I needed most, one of his hands trailed down to where I needed him most. He slipped my now-soaked panties to the side, revealing my wet pussy. Murphy bit his lip at the full view of me.

"Why didn't I do this sooner," He teased, lightly rubbing up and down my pussy, lubing his fingers up before pushing one in.

The feeling was sudden, making my body tense at the newfound warmth. I stared into his eyes as he pumped his finger in and out, lewd sounds slowly filling the room along with my moans.

His thumb circled my clit while he entered another finger, only enhancing the pleasure, causing me to throw my head back and buck into his hand, starting to need more than just his fingers.

"So needy," He snickered, curling his soaked fingers, and using his other hand to keep my thighs open.

"Shut up," I said between moans. My hands found their way to my breasts, kneading them myself. The lewd scene made Murphy's bulge even bigger, he bit his lip to hold back a moan caused by the friction of his jeans.

A feeling I knew all too well slithered its way down my body, and Murphy's pace on my clit quickened.

"John," I moaned out, feeling the climax come closer and closer until everything stopped.

Murphy pulled his fingers out with a sly smirk, bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off.

"You jerk!" I yelled out, practically whining at the loss of contact.

"You're not gonna cum until I do," He said, sliding off his jeans and boxers to reveal his protruding cock.

I stared at his dick, craving it more than anything already, not caring how he will fit it in.

He brought his tip to my clit, rubbing it in circles and groaning at the contact. Murphy couldn't wait any longer, without warning he trusted me, leaning down to kiss and suck on my neck.

I let out a lust-filled moan, "John!" I shrieked in surprise at the sudden filling. My hands roamed over his back, nails digging in with every thrust of his cock.

The feeling was overbearing, the way his tip hit all the right places so roughly.

"Needed you so bad," I moan out into his ear, only causing him to pull out slowly and slam back in roughly.

Murphy was marking my neck, wanting to let everyone know I was his, only he could touch me, only he could make me feel this good.

The same feeling was coming back with every thrust that hit my sweet spot, "I'm so close," My hands held the back of his neck while my thighs tightened around his hips, bringing him closer to me.

"Not yet, baby, wait for me, you can do it," He praised between kisses.

He couldn't have been far off his own climax, as his thrusts got sloppy and erratic, dick twitching in me, begging to release his cum.

Murphy leaned back, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wider, having my control of his thrusts. They became deeper and faster. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on for.

My moans became louder, I was sure the guards were worried but I was too focused on how good Murphy's cock felt to care.

Murphy's jaw tightened before speaking, "Cum on my cock, baby,"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence and I was already cumming, arching my back in pleasure and letting the moans slip out freely. My legs shook in his grasp and my pussy clenched as I painted his dick white, the sight alone had him cumming in me, unable to control himself for much longer.

He kept thrusting, fucking me through both our highs. Our bodies were now sweaty and humid. Pulling out of me he watched the cum drip onto the floor, fighting the urge to go another round he picked up one of Emoris shirts to clean me up. He tossed the now dirty shirt aside and just stared at my exhausted body with a smile.

He looked to the dresser and picked up one of the necklaces, it was the sun. He motioned for me to sit up and I did. Moving my hair out of the way he tied the necklace neatly around my neck, admiring me afterward before placing his own on with a goofy smile.

I smiled at him, the exhaustion becoming too much I crawled under the bed, making enough room for him to crawl under with me which he gladly did, taking hold of my body and causing me to grow warm.

"I love you," He whispered sweetly, rubbing my shoulder with his thumb.

"I love you too,"

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[lazycats-stuff]

Can I pretty please request male!reader x batfam who isn’t like sacred of most things like he’s really calm during watching horror movies or if their on a mission and he sees a dead person, he might feel disgusted but like doesn’t care really. So he acts hes not afraid of anything. Anything but bugs. I mean hes AFRAID, really afraid of BUGS. Not like ants or flys or cockroaches or small spiders. no things like big and creepy looking spiders or centipedes or bugs that just look creepy yoy get what I’m saying?

I kinda want this to be with Tim or Jason and the reader is younger than them

Of course you can anon. I kind of have a similar fear so I kind of understand it.

Summary: (Y/N) is afraid of bugs. Tim and Jason find it funny.

Warnings. bugs, if somebody is afraid of bugs proceed on your own risk, I kind of have a horror story considering bugs... Also, this is a beautiful butterfly

(Y/N) was a rather... Undisturbed person by nature. What does that mean? He wasn't afraid of a lot of stuff. Bruce could send him to investigate the most disturbing cases this city had to offer and he will come back normal and not affected.

But everyone had their kryptonite and (Y/N)'s were bugs. But not ants or cockroaches, not even by spiders, no, they were creatures from a fairytale compared to what he was afraid off.

The things he was afraid of were creatures that crawled out of hell. (Y/N)'s words. Centipedes, spiders that looked like they came straight out of hell and preying mantises. He would scream like a baby and it would be a high pitched scream too.

Sometimes he would pass out. Jason and Tim were concerned for the first few times, but they got used to it. Now they find it humorous and funny. Jason laughs the most to it, while Tim is trying to help their brother.

But the peak of (Y/N)'s fear was after patrol. (Y/N) got ready for bed and he fell asleep quite quickly. After a few hours, he felt something in his hair and near his ear. He swat his hand at it and (Y/N) turned his lights on and pales when he saw what was in his hair.

It was a whip spider. Daddy long legs. Just on his covers. But it was in his hair before...

(Y/N) screamed and jumped out of bed. He flew out in the hallway, just in Jason's arms. He was on alert and Tim peaked his head from his room.

" (Y/N), are you okay? You are shaking. " Tim asked, walking up to his brother.

" No. It's on my bed, somebody kill it, please. " (Y/N) whispered, burying his head into the safety of Jason's chest.

Tim went to (Y/N)'s room, seeing what (Y/N) was on about. And the spider was... Creepy, to say the least.

" Okay, I see why he freaked out. " Tim said, preparing himself for the killing part.

" What was it? "

" A whip spider. Creepy little shit. " Tim said, opening the window in the room and flinging the spider out. He closed the window and went back to the hallway.

" I'm not going back there. " (Y/N) said, refusing to look at anybody. Jason felt safe.

" You can stay with me tonight. " Jason said, moving (Y/N) to lay down on his bed.

" You are checking my room tomorrow. " (Y/N) said to Jason before just laying down in the bed face first.

" I will. " Jason said, trying not to laugh.

" Let it out Jason. " (Y/N) said and Jason barked out a laugh.

" Shut up. " (Y/N) said, smacking Jason, not even lifting his head.

[starlightrosa]

LEE JAX lers pomni and rags pleaseee ur fics are amazing

Jax's Downfall

Summary: Jax has played one too many mean pranks, and Pomni wants revenge.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Rather intense tickles, Jax is an asshole but he gets his just desserts, swearing (haha censored though)

A/N: Jay! Thank you for the wait! And I'm happy to hear that you like my work! I'm sorry you have had to wait so long, but I do hope this one is good. Enjoy!

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Jax snickered to himself as he hid in the corner of his room. It was rather early in the Digital Circus today. While everyone was still asleep, Jax had found the key to Pomni’s room. Pomni was relatively new to the circus still, having been only there for a couple days. What kind of person would Jax be if he didn’t give the new girl a nice housewarming present, right?

Except the housewarming present may or may not have been a sack full of cockroaches. And maybe Jax knew that Pomni had a fear of cockroaches. Apparently the little jester hated the way they moved.

Jax had also been extra kind and put cleverly made fake cockroaches around as well, so the jester would have a hard time telling which roaches were real, and which were not. Jax giggled to himself as he heard the noises of Pomni stirring awake. He didn’t even need to check if his prank had gone to plan, as he heard a hair-raising shriek from behind the door.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! THERE’S COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE! NO, GET AWAY! EW!”

Jax slammed his hand over his mouth and he snickered as Ragatha raced into Pomni’s room and got her out. Caine popped into view, rubbing his eyes.

“Pomni, its most early…” Caine complained, but then he saw all the cockroaches and both sets of teeth that also made up his head comically fell open. “Oh goodness.”

Ragatha hurried Pomni out of the roach-filled room and consoled her. “Hey, hey. Pomni, calm down. I don’t know how they got in there. Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of them all.”

“Hey. Bugs matter just as much, you know.” Jax cut in with a drastic eye-roll. Ragatha sent Jax a look. Oh, if looks could kill, Jax would be a pile of bones by now. Her eyes were hateful, as she comforted Pomni.

“Jax, what the (HONK!) is wrong with you? Why would you do that to Pomni?!” Ragatha accused. Jax scoffed and held his hands up.

“Don’t be blaming me, Ragdoll. I didn’t do anything.”

Caine went closer to that door. “Well, I’ll put this right in a jiffy.” the ringleader responded. One simple click of his fingers and these digital bugs, both fake and real, disappeared at one simple snap, making their little chirping noises even as they dissolved into pixels.

“Thank you, Caine.” Pomni murmured, even as she pressed closer to Ragatha, the jester refusing to look at her room even as the last roach disappeared. She had woken up to find one of those on her bed. Granted, it was a fake one. But then she looked up and saw real, moving ones, which had caused her initial scream.

“No problem, Pomni. Well, I’m off to touch some grass.” Caine excused, the ringleader vanishing with a pop. Jax scoffed and walked by Ragatha, who still sent the lilac bunny a very angry look indeed. He bent down to Pomni’s level, whispering into her ear.

“You know, Pomni… fun fact. Female roaches can lay eggs after like sixty days.” Jax teased, loving Pomni’s whimper of fear as he left. God, he loved messing with her.

Pomni growled once Jax had left. “Ugh… I hate him so much.”

“So do I, Pomni. I don’t know why he’s the way that he is.” Ragatha said, doing her best to sympathise with the upset jester. Jax was unfortunately like this. Just the other week, he had done a similar prank to Ragatha, only with centipedes, which happened to be Ragatha’s fear. Seems she and Pomni were on quite a similar wavelength in regards to their fears.

“I want to get him back.” Pomni hissed, at her wits end with this stupid rabbit.

Ragatha wasn’t sure. Turning the other cheek sounded like a better option, but Jax was the kind of person to never get bored, and his pranks tended to become much more mean if he got a reaction he didn’t want, as it was blatantly obvious that because of life in the circus, Jax either had little or no regard of consequence coming to pay its dues to him.

“I want to do that as well. But we don’t even know how to get him back.” Ragatha reasoned. But Pomni was dead set on paying the rabbit back, and then some.

“Then we ask Caine. Let’s go.” Pomni said, leaving no room for excuses as the two girls ran off to go find the ringleader.

Caine was outside the tent with Bubble. He was doing what he said, at least. His mismatched eyes were on the lush, digitally-created green grass, and his gloved hand was stroking up and down the green blades, them swaying softly in the wind.

“Caine.”

The ringleader looked up to see Pomni. She looked most irritable, and her arms were crossed.

“Pomni, dear. What’s wrong?” Caine asked. Pomni sighed, one hand twirling at the stray strands of hair under her hat.

“Jax has been playing such horrible pranks. I want to get him back.” Pomni stated, looking at the ringleader, even as he played with the blades of grass idly as he listened to Pomni air out her singular grievance against Jax. Oddly refreshing, considering that the other members must have had a list of grievances against Jax that was about three miles long by now.

“Hmm. Well, I suppose there is one way that you could pay Jax his dues. I found out some rather valuable information about Jax, and he doesn’t know that I know. Care for me to spill the tea, as it were? Though I don’t really have tea. Just a teacup.” Caine rambled, a flowery teacup popping into his hands. Caine pretended to drink tea from it to sell the illusion.

Pomni grinned as she nodded her head. “Spill, Caine. Spill every drop of information.”

Caine chuckled. “Well, Jax is actually rather ticklish. More than he wishes to admit. If you give him a good tickle, he should back off for a little.”

Oh, Caine had just helped Pomni strike a gold mine head-on. She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. “Oh, Caine. I don’t think you know how happy I am right now. Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, my dear. Oh, and Jax can’t stand nibbles on his stomach.” Caine added.

Pomni rubbed her hands together, the way a cartoonish villain would. She chuckled lowly as she began to plot with Ragatha.

“We have our plan. Ragatha, you’re gonna help me.” Pomni said.

“Sure. Jax has been more annoying than usual. I’d like to see him laid out and screaming like a baby while we tickle him to tears.” Ragatha stated, winking her real eye as her button eye focused upon Pomni, content to listen to the jester explain her plan.

Pomni chuckled a little mischievously, as she and Ragatha assumed their places. They waited in Jax’s room, because Jax had so foolishly left his door unlocked while he went to go wreak havoc on Gangle again.

Gangle’s muffled cries were cut short at the snarky laughter of Jax slowly growing louder as the rabbit walked back to his room and closed his door. Perfect. Ragatha and Pomni took their chance and they both jumped on Jax.

Jax shrieked like a little girl as he was taken to the floor. Ragatha gathered Jax’s wrists and yanked them sharply above his head as Pomni straddled his waist, and she smirked down at him.

“What the (HONK)?! Pomni, get off! You little-!” Jax yelled, trying to struggle, but then Pomni traced Jax’s underarms. Jax clamped his mouth shut faster than he ever had, trying to swallow down the laughter steadily rising in his chest.

“A little birdie told me you were ticklish, Jaxie-Paxie.” Pomni cooed, the jester never losing that mischievous look.

“Jaxie-Paxie? Oh, cohohoHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! P-POHOHOHOHOMNI!!”” Jax deadpanned, but then his sarcastic remark was cut off by a loud shriek and laughter as Pomni stuck her hands in Jax’s armpits and started off tickling.

“Yes, Jax?” Pomni asked, in a sickly sweet tone that made Jax squirm. But Jax couldn’t even say anything, overwhelmed by laughter as he couldn’t even wriggle, Ragatha holding him down easily like he weighed nothing.

“POHOHOMNI, STOHOHOHOP!!” Jax wailed, the rabbit’s legs kicking as he tried to find purchase to escape the jester and her tickles. But there was nowhere to go, and not like Ragatha would let him get very far.

“Stop? Aw, but I barely started!” Pomni responded, moving her hands slower than a snail’s pace to Jax’s stomach, pulling his shirt up.

“WAHAHAHAIT, WAHAHAIT! NOT THERE, POHOHOMNI!” Jax begged. He hated how ticklish he was sometimes, especially when other people found out about it. Well, hate may have been quite a strong word. Like hell he would tell anyone how he really felt about getting tickled, though.

“Not here? But why, Jax?” Pomni asked.

“B-Becahahause no!” Jax lamely responded through his laughter.

But Pomni didn’t listen and vibrated her fingers into Jax’s stomach. Jax had no chance at resisting, as that was his number one tickle spot. He fell into loud, wheezing cackles near-instantly.

“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!! ST-STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES, POHOHOMNI!”

“Aww, is the wittle wabbit all ticklish on his tummy-wums? Ohh, poor baby.” Pomni teased, not letting up on her tickles one bit. She grinned, letting Jax see her teeth. “Such delicious giggles, little bunny-bun. I’m hungry for laughter. And I think I could go for a snack~”

Pomni dipped her head down and began to softly scrape her teeth against the ticklish skin. Jax screamed and thrashed at the feeling, loud and boisterous laughter leaving him.

“Just give it up, Jax. Let me hear them giggles.” Pomni encouraged, before going right back to nibbling Jax’s belly, and Ragatha laughed along with Jax. This was the best entertainment Jax was involved in, by far.

Jax screamed and wailed like a baby as his legs kicked out. Pomni was so mean.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” Ragatha asked. Jax cried out as Pomni was now kneading Jax’s stomach with her fingers.

“NOHOHOHOHO!!” Jax screamed, but Ragatha tutted from above him.

“You haven’t? Oh, dear. Well, you need another lesson. Pomni, give him some good raspberries.” Ragatha instructed. Jax swore he saw God for a minute.

“NOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHON’T YOU (HONK)ING DARE!” Jax yelled. Once again, Pomni didn’t listen as she ducked her head down and her lips met Jax’s stomach as she inhaled and blew a raspberry right over his bellybutton. Jax shrieked at such a high pitch, that if the circus tent had windows, Ragatha was pretty sure that Jax would have shattered the glass.

And Pomni didn’t stop there. She blew smaller raspberries and moved her ticklish little raspberries all over Jax’s tummy. By the time she had enough, tears were flowing down Jax’s face as Ragatha finally released his hands. The girls chuckled as they high fived each other. Jax held his stomach with one hand as he pressed the other against his mouth to muffle his remaining giggles.

“Don’t you dare prank me like that again.” Pomni said, as she and Ragatha left him to his own devices. Jax watched them go as he flopped back on his bed. Jax made a note in his head even as his exhaustion from such intense tickles took him to a nice nap.

Way more roaches in Pomni’s room next time.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would the rogues go about adopting or having a pet with S/O? Are they interested in the slightest? Will the rogue be the one to surprise S/O with a kitten or pup or any other?

"Pets Galore" Rogues Party x Reader

100% I'm not gonna lie to you, I thought I'd already done an ask like this but then I went back over my masterlist- it was because I did two dog and one cat asks for all the riddlers. That guy, man.

TW: Mentions of animal abuse, mentions of feeder mice, mentions of animal death, animal testing

Riddler

Dog Ask.

Cat Ask.

Edward isn't particular on pets. The kind, anyways. He never got to have any of them as a child and for the most part the roles they played were those of monetary gain such as dog fighting. They were a tool to be utilized like anything else. It wasn't until he was older and certain perspectives began to shift that he found their presence actually comforting. Ultimately it would depend on what his other would prefer.

Dogs and cats? He leans slightly more to cats due to their mercurial nature and less neediness than a dog. Especially as a surprise, he would go for a cat unless you're allergic. Something fluffy with a cute face he can tease with a feather wand. He'd build them a cat wheel to use for exercise and food puzzles to watch them figure it out.

Something different? He wouldn't mind insects or arachnids as pets. Perhaps an Antilles pinktoe tarantula with full arboreal tank he's painstakingly cultivated the plants and bedding for. Watching while he tinkers. Perhaps a madagascar hissing cockroach in wonder of their resistance to the world around them? Or his own ant colony that he continually expands until their tunnels extend across a wall all on it's own?

Penguin

If it's about him having pets, he would have a pet bird which is, I know, shocking. Generally, he's going to have his own collection prior to meeting his s/o unless it's a rough patch in his life. That means at one point or another you'll be brought into a room and asked to put your arm out for a hyacinth macaw to step onto. This is Atticus- He likes nuts and biting strangers but fear not, he's right here with you.

These days he goes for less... illegal birds in his aviary. At least, that's what local law enforcement gets to hear as he flashes the licensing he totally went through all the correct avenues and didn't bribe anyone for. If nothing else, no one can say they aren't properly cared for. A large aviary with round the clock staff and access to an exotic vet on call if any of them show the slightest sign of illness.

Sometimes he likes to just take you to sit in there and stare enamored at the beauty of them. To sit perfectly still and allow one to land on your shoulder. He knows all of their names, where he got them and what they like and dislike. And soon, he's certain, they will all love you just as he does.

Mad Hatter

He likes rabbits and rats. Surprisingly, it's not because of Alice in Wonderland or in relation to it. When he was still a licensed and certified neuroscientist, he had a stint in the research process of his drugs and machinations. In that time, he grew excessively fond of the subjects he would work with- zebra fish, rabbits, rats, pigs... All of them were so sweet and he didn't deal with the emotional process well when projects ended. Genuinely, it would depend upon what his s/o favored so it comes to two different conclusions. Now that he's in a more, shall we say, steady environment, he can think about things such as animal companions.

If you're good with rats, you will be gifted two little fancy rats by the names of Barnaby and Bartholomew. He commissions Edward specifically to make them a rat housing system filled with tunnels and enrichment areas to keep them sharp when they aren't cuddling with the two of you! Jervis loves holding one of them in his hand to give a dried pea or another treat and watch them boggle with excitement.

If you're more of a rabbit person, a neutered mixed-sex pairing of New Zealand Whites are his choice of gift. Oleander and Periwinkle- They have a large indoor hutch that opens out to their own little guest room for supervised playtime. Both are fairly gentle and enjoy just sitting in your lap before going to shred whatever new enrichment toy Jervis made them.

Scarecrow

Jonathan actually has a pet already :) Her name is Dolly and she was a crow that couldn't be released back out into the wild. Nothing major, a small but healed break that would prevent her from safely hunting by herself or evading danger. He says he took pity on the poor thing. In truth, he really adores her antics and the way she mimics his laugh after scaring a nosy guest.

He's actually not opposed to adopting another pet, but the ground rule is that it will not hunt Dolly. So, preferably, something with very low prey drive. Even then, it'll need constant supervision. Unless you are particularly determined to have a dog or a cat or something else- It's probably somewhat easier to try and buy Dolly's love.

She does like to jump scare you because that's just who she is at this point. If you offer an unsalted peanut in your hand, however, she'll gracefully land on your arm for the gesture. Enough time and she'll bring you little gifts she's found, including bracelets you already own. When you come home from errands or a trip, she'll caw at you before bowing her head and begging for treats.

Music Meister

Songbirds! He has a larger cage set up with some budgies/parakeets that he likes to listen to when he's not playing his own music. It's not quite as grand as, say, some rogues set-ups but he thinks a lot of the work he's put into it! And yes, he, Jonathan and Oswald have all talked shop about their birds on numerous occasions including their care and housing.

If he were to gift his beloved darling, you, a kind of bird, he'd probably take you to a high-quality bird farm and take a tour of what they have to make your choice. Finches, lovebirds, doves, pigeons, cockatiels- Which ones appeal to you? He does sing to all of them in his own notes, the show-off. Is he looking for praise? Maybe a little, but in part he's looking for a bird that responds to the two of you.

He's the kind of guy who pays for sexing for his birds and nest boxes in case he does have mixed-sex pairs. There's a small camera so he can watch the whole process and he DOES cry a little when the chicks hatch. It's like he's a grandfather... He won't go crazy with bird breeding, but it might be a heartwarming experience to do with you.

Victor Zsasz

He's not really a cuddly pet guy. In his eyes, you're kind of his cuddly cute pet. This isn't to say he's mean to animals or doesn't like them. It's more that he would pet other people's dogs and cats and be fine not having his own.

He does, however, have a snake. There was a guy who owed another guy money and didn't have enough and the first guy offered a Western Hognose. Something about the color was super rare, Victor doesn't remember the morph name. Something cold- it had a blue-gray hue. He took it off the guys hands. Someone willing to trade a living thing for a debt didn't have any business with them anyways.

Basically, he ended up taking the little guy to a buddy that was a reptile fanatic and who sold Victor all the right stuff to keep it alive. Truthfully, he ends up enjoying Snake (which is what he named it). From Snake's little hisses, to his upturned nose and the dramatic way he plays dead... Victor loves feeding his baby thawed mice.

Killer Croc

Growing up, he was used to more community cats or barn cats. Maybe a dog for the farms in more rural parts. Working animals. Or animals used for the purpose of food. People had pets, of course. It just wasn't as familiar to him than the one lady in the neighborhood who threw out piles of kitty kibble in the yard like it was bird seed. Then he got big and scaly and... Animals don't like that. He looks more like a predator than a friend.

He's been kind to animals before. Fucked up punks who get a kick out of torturing them or making them suffer. Who wants to hurt a little thing that can't even defend itself? It was okay if they scratched him or tried to bite him after- it's a rough world out there. Why should they trust him?

That was why when you brought home a spicy but sickly kitten, he didn't mind helping you look after it. She hissed and she spat but he gave her a flea bath and cuddled her an an angry purrito. Weeks would pass and what began as an effort to get her adopted ended once she curled in a ball and purred until she fell asleep on Waylon's chest. He's named her Cayenne, Cay-cay for short.

Harley Quinn

Harley has had so many pets over the years and 90% of the time it was something she "found." From chubby hamsters to skinny puppies and actual hyenas. The hyenas had been "rescued" from an illegal animal trade situation and had been a "gift" from Joker. No matter what their origins, Harley kept them long after that disaster of a relationship until they both passed away from old age and the health issues that come with it.

When you mentioned maybe wanting a pet, she cleared up a day for you both to go to the local animal shelter. Neither of you had a clear or exact idea of what you wanted. Harley was certain she would know when she saw the animal. She loved the cats, taking photos for Selina. The dogs were cute! Yet...

It was when the two of you stopped in front of a brindle and white bull terrier named Rocky that Harley's eyes lit up. He had some scarring over his face and was a reformed fighting dog. Part of his left ear was missing. Cautiously he sniffed Harley's hand before sitting down in front of his kennel door.

You took him home three days later.

Poison Ivy

Pamela wasn't allowed pets as a child. They were messy and her mother insisted Pamela would never clean up after it and leave it for her. Besides, it wasn't ladylike to have a hamster or a rodent. The first time she would have any real exposure to animals was when she was in research for her botany chemical compounds. She wouldn't interact with them herself but... sometimes she did find herself watching the rats through the glass of other sectors in the labs.

It wasn't until much later after her transformation that she would consider the idea. In a way, her plants themselves were like pets. Carnivorous flowers and animal-hybrids that would defend her to the death and she considered to be like her babies. She cares for them, she loves them, several do have a sense of their own agency. They live in harmony alongside her as an animal companion would.

As a gift for you, she creates a special friend. She calls her a "flower pup", a reptilian looking creature with a "collar" of flower petals and no eyes. Sweet, seeks you out. Strangely enough, Ivy says she doesn't need you to buy food for her. Audrey doesn't take much notice until you realize someone tried to burglarize your home and all that's left of them is a size 12 sneaker and a couple drops of blood outside her dog bed.

Two-Face

Oh these two and owning a pet. Harvey post-arrest of his father and pre-two-face did have a dog that his mother still owns, decrepit little beast. So both of them have very positive feelings on owning another pet or even gifting you one! It's just.... what pet? Inside of their mind, it's rather like the three good fairies arguing over the color of Aurora's dress in Sleeping Beauty. Tough! Loyal! Soft! Small! Big! Scary! Sweet face!

At one point Harvey even suggests a cuddly little rabbit- before Harv strikes out that idea with a reminder "that their piss stains and smells fucking awful." Plus, you want a hutch? You want to clean a goddamn hutch? Yeah, I thought not, college boy. They agree on a dog before settling on a doberman puppy one of his henchmen is trying to get rid of. Almost smacks the guy when he suggests Two-Face get "ear and tail cropping done early."

After they decide NOT to do that, you get an early Christmas gift of the pup, bow and all. His name is Judge and he is very sweet and filled with so much anxiety. Protective of you and takes his anxiety meds from Harv who coos over his little boy in a baby voice. Judge doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference between Harvey and Harv- if he does, he curls at their feet during meetings both alike.

Black Mask

If it's up to him? He surprises you with a pedigree guard dog- He doesn't mind cats, but sure as shit he's not cleaning up a litterbox. At least the dog he wouldn't mind taking on a walk. To his credit, he did a ton of research and had his people do background checks on the breeder to ensure this was a well-taken care of animal with full health and temperament checks.

It's a Belgian Malinois and Roman learned very quickly if you want a working dog, you have to work them. One very chewed up couch as a puppy and the pooch is signed up for training classes and obedience courses. There's even a indoor doggy treadmill somewhere on the property for rainy or too-cold days for the guy. His name is Bruiser if you let Roman pick.

Bruiser... loves you. He lays over your lap and will gator snap if anyone but Roman tries to touch you. He whines and pouts at the door when you "should" be getting home. Loves to do tricks for a little treat and has to have gabapentin AND trazodone for the vet.

Mr. Freeze

Doesn't really keep animals that like to lay on your lap or cuddle because of his own fears of hypothermia (for them). However, if pushed in the right direction, his scientific mind would quite enjoy keeping a cold fish tank. A school of rainbow shiners with ornamental shrimp, tetra and a small catfish.

He would love to plan a tank setup with you- finding just the right plants and wood structures. Perhaps even taking a course on aqua landscaping. That would be fun to do together, wouldn't it? It's immaculate, that's for certain.

If it needed to be a mammal for your sake, he would actually lean towards hamsters and guinea pigs. Something about their squeaking and little attitudes.

Ra's al-Ghul

Not very interested. A long time ago, he may have kept some goats or other livestock as companions and production animals. Human lives are so short, most animals are even shorter. He can't quite get into the spirit of caring for an animal that's going to die in the blink of his eye.

This is to say, he's not opposed if you were to want one or already had a pet. He would be affectionate towards them. Give them the care they require. But there's this sort of... emotional barrier. He doesn't even know he's doing it. It's just part of the defense mechanism.

Bane

Honestly, I could see Bane going for one of two things: A tiny scraggly cat that's gotten way overlooked or a mutt he trains and works with every single day. Maybe both? You two went to a shelter and he couldn't help himself. He was, as they say, a sucker. There was a small concern that the rag-tag pair wouldn't get along, but some slow introductions and a little patience... it all worked out.

Frida, the dog, he jogs with every morning as part of his workout. He couldn't tell you what kind of dog she is except a love-bug when she's "off". When she's "on", she listens and follows his commands of short whistles and hand commands better than a professional soldier. If he was interested in that sort of thing, he could sweep the floor of an obedience trial over any purebred dog and owner. Her favorite part of the night is collapsing at the foot of the bed and slowly crawling between you for snuggles.

Tito is possibly the dumbest cat Bane has ever met in his entire life. Orange tabby, missing an eye and a slight neuro tilt to his head- Finally healed from the mange he had when he was first brought in and is silky soft. One of his favorite things is curling up on yours or Bane's lap when available. If not, Frida will let him lay on her side and clean her face.

[vivwritescrappythings]

hollow

joel miller x gn!reader

Joel spends a day remembering what could have been

a/n: tried to write in a different way. i don't really love the piece but i'm just going to post it anyway instead of letting it fossilize in my WIP folder.

tw: ANGST, joel's addicted to drugs, hints of smut, joel is just overwhelmingly devoted, character death, canon typical violence, guns, grief

word count: 2.4k

MDNI

masterlist

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Life was barren. 

Maybe Joel should have been used to the feeling by then, the emptiness of waking up each morning with a hole punched through his chest.

When he took enough pills he could pretend nothing had changed. 

The days he couldn’t face the world were few and far between, but they razed his psyche like a wildfire.

He’d stay in bed all day, staring at the water-damaged ceiling of the apartment he shared with Tess. If he squinted, he could pretend it was your busted QZ apartment, the stains in the popcorn ceiling almost looking like the one you’d proclaimed reminded you of a rabbit. He let the painkillers turn the brown puddles into ears and a fluffy white tail, and the warmth of Tess next to him became you.

You were never scared of the way his hands seemed constantly soaked with blood, the way his fingers were rough from handling guns and knives. You’d heard the stories, knew the damage he’d caused. The lives he ripped apart with the same hands. Nothing lived under the scoop of his palms, beneath the squeeze of his fingers.

But you did.

Christ, you did.

He never understood how, but light seemed to flock to you. Stripes of it fell across your sleeping face in the mornings, illuminating your eyelashes and pores and chapped lips like the paintings he used to see in school textbooks. It used to make him wish cameras were still around–just so he could save those quiet moments.

There were countless things about you he wished he could have savored.

Selfishness came naturally to him, he took and took and took. The gaping hole in his chest in the shape of a twelve-year old little girl had turned into an endless chasm over the years. It took a herculean effort to fill it.

And you were willing to try, scooping handfuls of yourself into the space between his ribs and stitching the holes in his lungs with strands of your DNA. 

You knew what to do with his broken parts like a god would, molding him into a new image.

He took his calloused hands and worshipped at the altar of your ribs. You were a benediction, too perfect to be bestowed upon him. There was hardly a man left anymore, scraps mish-mashed into a monster bearing the name Joel Miller limping onward–but you watched him kneel before you in prayer and nudged his head up with your fingertips. 

You laughed when he said he was unworthy.

Tangled in the body-warmed sheets with you, he would whisper his shortcomings down the side of your throat and against the soft skin of your sternum. He reminded you that he couldn’t make his brother stick around, that he couldn’t keep the person that was most important to him in the whole world safe. Like a cockroach, he survived it all.

Like Paul, he was unworthy of salvation at your hands.

There wasn’t a selfish bone in your body, you gave and gave and gave. You pressed yourself into the empty space beneath his arms and nuzzled your nose into the curve of his throat. Warm breaths against the scratch of his beard served as reanimation, each exhale straight into his lungs.

After Tess left for the day he would shut his eyes, remembering the way your nose felt against the back of his neck. You would slip your fingers between his, palm snug against the back of his hand as you murmured soft greetings into his dark curls. 

The first time you held his hand he almost pulled away. He ruined everything he touched, crushed it between his fingers. It was hard to know how to hold you without squeezing too hard.

Instead, you did the squeezing. Your fingertips pressed into the meat of his palm as your lips stamped prayers to his skin. 

You would coax him into wakefulness by hitching a bare leg over his, pressing your bodies flush from head to toe. 

His desire was embarrassing. 

He felt more beast than man in the way that he starved for you. And you simply let him have you, tasting your saliva and your sweat and your sex. Your blood. 

The rusty tang of it had surprised him, flossing too hard forcing crimson to linger between your teeth. Tracing the lines of red with the tip of his tongue tempted him. He wanted to drink it from you.

You liked to have sex in the mornings.

He always took you gently, his bulk pressing you into the mattress as he forced your thighs apart around his hips. Despite your many claims that you would not break, he touched you reverently. A supplicant in the presence of his divine.

It never seemed quite real: the way you made soft sounds with each roll of his hips, your fingers twisting in the dingy sheets. The press of your tongue against his thumb was better than any painkiller, lulling him into blind lust as everything that wasn’t the tight clutch of you around him or the wet shine of the inside of your mouth fell away into the background.

Making love to you was easy, so simple that he would dream about pressing inside of you and staying there until you both withered away. He so desperately wanted to have any part of you that he often imagined what it would feel like to be a part of you.

He’d have to re-up his dose of pills to dull the ache of loneliness as the sun went down, twilight serving as his reminder that he did not deserve to know the warmth of the sun.

It was twilight when it happened, the blue tinge of the sunlight drifting through the sentinel trees almost made him dizzy. That smuggling job had been too big to do on his own, bags of pills and bottles of homemade liquor split between the two of you as you walked. With the promise of ration cards and a bottle of booze in exchange, you were kind enough to oblige the favor and followed him out of the QZ.

If he had known, he would have found anyone else to come with him. He wouldn’t have taken the job.

The infected blended in with the trees, their clicks disguised by the sound of snapping twigs beneath your feet. It was his laugh that drew them in, coming from deep in his belly and echoing as your lips curved into a triumphant smile. Any joke he laughed at became a trophy for you. 

He wasn’t sure if he had laughed since that day. It would have been blasphemous to your memory.

The descent had been chaos, too many infected and too few bullets. You’d gotten a good few shots in, but he could hear exactly when you ran out of ammo. Every move was toward you, every step pulled by his instinct to keep you safe. 

He watched you plunge your knife into the clicker’s temple, having scrabbled with it in the fallen leaves. The clicker trying to bite him fell dead at his feet, his hunting knife plunged through the soft flesh beneath its chin. But it didn’t matter, his feet like lead as he stepped over its prone form.

Adrenaline burned through him. His head swam, the world tilting on its axis as you pushed the limp clicker off you. There were leaves and twigs in your clothes, smears of dirt on your face. 

You winced, wiping the blood covering your hand onto your jeans. 

He’d prayed, foolishly. The ground beneath him threatened to give way as he begged God that you had cut yourself by accident with your own knife. That you had scratched your hand on a rock.

Of course, he had never been so lucky.

The crescent-shaped bite in your hand may as well have been a bullet in his skull.

His knees buckled, almost failing him before he could reach you. You were shell-shocked, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as you stared at your death sentence. At best you would have a few hours.

What had he done to warrant pain like that twice? Having already gone through it once didn’t soften the blow.

A few more heavy steps brought him to collapse in front of you, hands shaking as he took your wrist. He could feel the fine bones beneath your skin, the way your flesh gave way to his grip. A perfect impression of human teeth, bloody and monstrous.

He almost sobbed when you tried to soothe him, your uninjured hand pressed against the scruff on his jaw and thumb running over his cheekbone. The tears stung in his eyes like acid. You told him it was alright, that there was nothing to do. 

You pressed your face into the hollow of his neck as you asked him to keep going, to keep fighting. It had been hard enough to find purpose after Sarah died, when Tommy was still around. 

How could he tell you that there would be nothing left without you?

He could already feel the degradation, his body returning to the corpse he was when you met. The hole in his chest was opening up once more, his ribs sticking out like rebar with chunks of concrete torn away.  

It was a blur, the two of you moving away from the carnage and viscera spread across the brown leaves to a lichen-covered boulder nearby. 

He rested against the boulder, the crown of his head touching the rock face as he watched the stars overtake the sky. You nestled yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, your back against his chest and his arm over your collarbones. He reveled in the warmth of you against him, nose buried in your hair as he took in his scent. Scraps of you he had taken for granted.

It was your voice that kept him from melting down, your determination to remain composed forced him to do the same.

You spun the picture of what your life together would have been like as cordyceps spread through your veins. There was no outbreak in your Elysium, just picket fences and chocolate labradors and packed sack-lunches with handwritten notes. There were no big, sweeping declarations of love, only the intimacy of imagined domesticity. A spouse to show off at Christmas parties and debate paint colors with. 

But you had always been too ethereal for that kind of life, and he was damned.

He should have known that your light would be fleeting–a shooting star rather than a sun. Nothing he had done warranted your sticking around. If anything, it was a punishment for his sins.

The moon was getting high when you decided it was time. You didn’t want to risk it any longer.

At first you had told Joel to leave, to give you one bullet and walk away and never look back.

He almost obeyed, but then he watched the way your hands shook as you tried to load the gun. You dropped the bullet to the forest floor too many times for his comfort, your hands shaking despite your effort to take deep breaths.

There were tears in your voice as you told him to go, he could hear the telltale warble.

His hand was devastatingly steady as he took the gun from you. Loading it was second nature, calloused fingers relying on muscle memory as the bullet settled into the chamber.

There was still warmth in your skin as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were screwed shut, he couldn’t bear to look at you and he couldn’t bear to look away. Your brow was soft beneath his lips, a hand smoothing to the nape of your neck as he held the contact for two beats.

It was all he could allow himself.

He wanted to kiss you, but you didn’t let him. If a bite could spread the infection, it wasn’t a big jump to assume a kiss could, too.

Tess had learned not to ask what was wrong when she came back long after the sun went down. It had taken one screaming match to ward her off from trying to help. He’d stuff another pill into his mouth, twisting to lay on his stomach as he stared at the peeling wallpaper. His gaze was never present on those days–her presence little more than a ghost.

He could only think about how beautiful you looked. The moonlight outlined you in silver, your eyes sparkling. Back before everything they would have put you on posters and billboards and magazines. You were too sublime to live in a post-apocalypse world. It was unfair. 

You faced away from him, thanking him with trembling lips. 

There was no way he could have left you to do it yourself. The way you were shaking like a leaf, he wouldn’t have been surprised if you missed had you been left to your own devices. The idea of you coming back as an infected was worse than you being gone. He couldn’t stand to live in a world where you didn’t know him.

He promised he’d count you down, that he would squeeze the trigger after he breathed out the number one. 

The gun kicked in his hand as he spoke the first number. Three beats too soon, early enough that you weren’t scared yet. Your shoulders had still been relaxed, fingers drumming against your thighs in the way that drove him insane under normal circumstances. 

His ears rang, the thud of your body hitting the ground carved him hollow.

It was hard to not crawl into your grave with you. He’d dug it with his hands, black dirt caked beneath his fingernails and pressed into every wrinkle on his skin. It took him an entire day, but he would never forgive himself if he just left you there for the wolves.

The necklace with your parent’s wedding rings joined a broken watch as yet another memento he held onto.

He’d press another pill onto his tongue, maybe two. However many it took to get him to sleep.

When his eyes closed, he would always picture you somewhere nice, your arm across Sarah’s shoulders as you both walked away from him into the distance. He could hear your laughter, the ebbs and flows of your conversation.

In the morning he would exhume himself, pulling on his tattered work boots before he swallowed another pill to forget that he would never be allowed where you were, anyways. Not after everything he’d done.

There was too much blood on his hands.

[lavendermunson]

mistletoe - steve harrington

day 13 of leia’s christmas tree farm

cw FLUFF. mentions of steve’s mental health. henderson!reader. preestablished relationship

Steve isn’t a pretty big fan of the holidays because he doesn’t spend the night like the others. His mom pays someone to make dinner for her, she gets them out of the plastic containers and places them in expensive personalized dinnerware. His dad buys expensive whiskey and finishes the bottle in a couple of minutes along his friends.

He has grown to believe Christmas is just a holiday about showing off. Giving expensive gifts and seeing people use them for three days just to bury them at the bottom of their dressers.

That’s something his parents always did, brag about money and big houses instead of having a good time. He thought he deserved this, a life so soulless and unkind.

When he met Dustin, your mom, and you his whole world changed. He fell for you so hard, risking all for you and making sure you were always happy. You do the same for him, you always do.

You are his safe place.

It’s Christmas Eve. His family is having dinner with his dad’s colleagues and his mom’s loud best friends. He hates this, he hates that he has to put on a fake smile on his face while he feels miserable.

Steve wishes you could be by his side, but he couldn’t put you through this. His dad will ignore you and try to set him up with someone else. He knows his mom would love you but eventually side with him because that’s the way their relationship works.

Their marriage is stupid.

His parents are stupid.

This day is so stupid.

Surrounded by the stiffness of his room, looking at the pictures of him with you and the friend group. He feels like he could cry, he wants a good Christmas Eve just for once. He misses you all so much.

His head is heavy and his vision is blurry. He sits on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor and preparing himself for the night.

Then he hears a knock on his window. It’s you. Like he summoned you. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face, you are all dressed in black.

“What are you doing? My parents are here!”

“We are here to steal you, like a precious piece of art from a museum!”

He laughs, looking at you.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t leave, they are going to kill me!”

“They won’t because…” you hold your index finger in the air, waiting for your sign to escape. When you hear Steve’s mom scream you take his hand in yours, pulling him to you. “Your house is infested with cockroaches”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain in a bit, let’s go”

You take a step back from the roof, Steve is impressed to see you climb his house for him knowing how difficult it is for him to get to your window. He escapes from his own room, his hands gripping the window frame as he gets out quietly.

When you get off the roof, you hold his hand in yours running with him towards your car. He opens the passenger door and sits down excited, ready to escape this hell of a house.

He did it. He is out, he is with you. The cold breeze hits his cheeks, he feels calm for the first time since he woke up.

“Dustin! Hurry” you scream at your little brother, he holds an empty box as he runs to meet you.

“Mission accomplished!”

Both of you join Steve in the car, you are quick to drive away from his house before their parents catch you. He misses his mom telling him not to come downstairs.

“You guys are crazy,” he says, anxiety slowly disappears as he rubs his abdomen. He looks back, noticing how his house disappears from his vision. “When did you come up with this plan?”

“Today” you answer, eyes focused on the road as you speed up to get to your house quickly.

“And why are you both dressed in black?”

“It’s our steal-a-museum outfit,” Dustin says, feeling Steve’s eyes glaring at him “It was her idea!”

“I couldn’t leave you there, I spent all day trying to come up with something for you to spend Christmas with me”

“Thank you, honey”

“And your parents freaked out when they saw the cockroaches, it was hilarious!” Dustin says, getting out of the car when you finally get home. Safely and with Steve by your side.

Steve holds your hand as you walk to your house, his fingers interlock with yours and he leans to the side, kissing your cheek before pushing the door open.

After opening the door, he sees a crowd of people cheering and screaming. Your mom, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and all of his kids are there.

Steve smiles brightly, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his heart. Everyone comes up to him, hugs him, and welcomes him before they follow Dustin, who cannot stop laughing as he tells the story of how they got Steve here.

Your mom gets close to him, hugging him tightly.

“We are happy you are home,” she says. Steve holds back his tears, home. He finally feels like he has a home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson” he smiles at her, his chest heaving up and down from the excitement. “I’m surprised you were okay with this plan”

“Oh Steve, who do you think got that box of cockroaches!” she laughs and you join her, both looking so happy that he is here. How is it possible? He feels like he is dreaming. It’s all just too good to be true. “I’ll leave you guys, you are under the mistletoe”

You look up at the branch of mistletoe that wasn’t there before you left the house. Steve looks at it too, then he wraps your waist with his arms pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you, baby”

“Don’t. It’s the least I could do, they are going home at ten but you are staying here with me”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you, honey”

“I love you too, baby”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, the feeling of your soft fingertips makes Steve melt. Pressing your lips against his, he feels in heaven.

He feels you, he tastes you.

The one who saved him from one of the worst nights of his life, he owes you everything.

His head falls to the side as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It makes Steve moan softly, feeling all his body warm and bubbly.

You spend the night together. Sharing jokes, laughing at Dustin’s stories, and drinking. He only gets more excited because he gets to sleep with you, maybe thank you for what you did, and wake up on Christmas to open his presents.

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