#Cat Pee Aroma

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Between the Titles

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (mature/18+)

warnings: egregious caffeine consumption, yoongi smokes cigarettes, reader is about the same height as yoongi (its me hello im almost the same height as him), gay taehyung, volunteer jungkook, silver fox yoongi (he just has some gray hair bc hot) smut warnings: making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), semi-public sexual acts, bathroom sex, protected sex, praise kink

Length: ~9.5k

Note: no thoughts, just big brain yoongi in a sweater smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. btw almost all the books in this are real but i haven't read them so if you have lmk if they're worth the read lmao. thank u to my dearest @gyuswhore and @idyllic-ghost for beta-ing this

Summary: Five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.

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The sweet aroma of old books and strong coffee infiltrates your nose as the heavy doors into the library swing open, offering reprieve from the storm raging on outside. It’s far too early for anyone to be here beyond staff and a few other morning birds. You glide right to the circulation desk as if fatigue doesn’t pulse through your veins, barely quelled by the second cup of coffee you sip from.

As always, the same familiar head of dark hair with sparse silver streaks waits at the circulation desk. He’s the only person working this early despite being the senior research librarian but you never hear any complaints louder than muttered annoyance under his breath when he thinks no one is around to hear. Bent over his laptop, Yoongi doesn’t even bother to look up as he slides a heavy stack of books to the edge of the counter. 

Eleven total, ten heavy volumes on ancient fertility cults across the globe, and one book you know he’s mixed in for his own amusement. 

It’s become something of a game between you two. At first you thought he was mixing your materials with someone else’s, but every time you brought the additional copy back to his desk, Yoongi insisted he had no idea what you were talking about and questioned your reading choices. Each time the titles got more ridiculous: Castration: The Advantages and the Disadvantages, How to Enjoy Your Weeds, Amish Vampires in Space, the list goes on and on. But after he slipped Why Fish Don’t Exist into your stack a few weeks ago, you decided to start responding. 

You left the stack at his desk like usual, ears perked for his reaction to Fishes I Have Known. An amused snort rang out just as you opened the doors to leave for the afternoon. The sound was so unlike the stoic man you’d become accustomed to over months working on your thesis; not that you heard him talk much to begin with.

Since then you’ve made a point to match every book he leaves for you. Yesterday, Yoongi chose I Could Pee on This: and Other Poems by Cats. At the end of the day, you spent thirty minutes searching shelf after shelf for an appropriate response, every book failing to meet your expectations. It wasn’t fair he knew the expansive collection like the back of his hand but nevertheless you found something up to par.

Yoongi rolled his eyes when you passed your books over the counter, a copy of Staying Dry: A Practical Guide to Bladder Control, like a shining star on top. A brief pink of his tongue flashed across his lips, a feeble attempt to muffle an amused smile. It was the most obvious reaction since the first time you responded.

Smiling like the cat who ate the canary, you left on clouds last night.

But this morning you have notes to write.

Snagging the collection, you make your way deeper into the building. Your unassigned-assigned desk tucked away on the fifth floor, far enough away from any noise so you can fully immerse in work without the threat of distraction. An uninterrupted view of the courtyard below is an added bonus.

The wooden table top is covered in a neat collection of pens and sticky notes in minutes; your laptop and the foot tall collection of references you devour over the next eight hours taking up the other half.

A few titles you request over and over sit on top, too valuable to be checked out for long term use so you settle for keeping them in constant rotation since no one else bothers to read the dusty yellowing tombs. For now, you focus on the new pieces you hope hold the information you need.

Earth rites: fertility practices in pre-industrial Britain, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in the Ancient Mediterranean, Metamorphosis of Baubo: myths of woman's sexual energy— 

I’m in Love with Mothman…

Well there it is.

You thumb across the glossy cartoon cover, failing to bite back a smile. Yoongi has a penchant for tossing in the most outlandish romance books he can find. Maybe because he knows you spend just as much if not more time than he does between the stacks. The suggestion box at the desk was full of cards stained with your penmanship asking for longer hours; several of which you’ve seen Yoongi rip in half as he pointedly met your gaze.

Tossing it aside, you pull forward one of the more musty books and start reading.

When you finally manage to resurface from laborious tales on several cults of Aphrodite, the rain is long gone. Even the darkest corners of the old building seem to glow gold in the evening sunset filtering through the glass doors. They're the only thing standing between you and freedom in the form curling up on your couch with a glass of wine and a new episode of your favorite reality dating show. But first, Yoongi needs his books back. 

His desk chair is abandoned and the return cart is gone as well which means he could be anywhere in the building. Disappointment leaches into your spine at the fact you won’t be able to witness his reaction to the twelfth book in your pile; the one you spent an extra fifteen minutes looking for in the corner of the third floor. 

A thick piece of library paper lists the materials you’ll need for the next day lays atop the neon green cover of Pest Management Solutions: How to Manage Your Moth Problem. They decorate the corner of the desk until Yoongi returns to find them. Hopefully he appreciates your humor.

Yoongi isn’t at his desk the next morning when you come in either. Instead, a doe eyed man with a lip piercing occupies the chair, clearly playing some game on his laptop. 

Approaching the counter, you begin to ask, “Where’s Yoon–”

“Staff meeting,” he interjects like he’s already answered the question a million times despite the library opening only five minutes ago. The white of his teeth threaten to blind you. “But I can help you!”

His name tag isn’t the same engraved golden metal Yoongi’s is, it’s a plastic sleeve with a paper insert with barely legible handwriting you decipher as  “Jungkook” and below “Volunteer.” You’ve seen him before from a distance. Usually trudging through the shelves with the book return cart in tow, occasionally taking a quick read inside before putting them in their rightful place. 

“I need to pick up some books. I gave Yoongi the list yesterday.”

“Sure.” Jungkook jumps up, approaching the shelf lined with piles for other patrons. “What’s your last name?”

He combs through the list after you answer, finding your stack easily enough. 

“Alright so Yoongi left a note that the encyclopedias you wanted are on the usual desk you have upstairs. But other than that I’ve got: Historical Studies of Changing Fertility, Sacred Mushroom and The Cross, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in The Ancient Mediterranean…” Jungkook lists off the titles, checking to make sure they're all in order. “And, um, this one isn’t on the list.”

It must be Yoongi’s choice for the day.

“What is it?”

Jungkook looks like he’s trying to hide his own amusement as he slides it over for you to read.

If I Were a Bird, You'd be The First Person I'd Shit On.

“Huh,” you blush. “Wonder how that got in there.”

“He must have left it by mistake. I can put it ba–”

“No, I’ll take it.” You toss it on top of the other, less embarrassing books in your stack and gather it into your arms before Jungkook can get in another word. “Thanks for your help!”

Scurrying towards the hallway housing the elevators, you attempt to juggle the pile of books, your stuffed bag, and coffee without taking a spill. It’s one thing to have your silent battle with Yoongi, but having someone else witness it makes you feel downright silly. And for the first one witnessed by others to be such an absurd and downright passive aggressive selection sends embarrassment through your veins.

As promised, three encyclopedias sit neatly on your desk; the volumes so thick they protrude from the table top like a small mountain. No wonder he left them there instead of making you carry them up in individual trips. But Yoongi’s goodwill clearly ended there. A sticky note on top of the stack pens his discontent at your selection.

I had to spend 3 hours in the basement to find these. If you need them again, don’t.

Even though he hadn’t signed it, you know it’s from him. The tight script fits his personality; thin lines of annoyance bleeding through the ink, not just his words. A waft of musty old paper and dust breezes through your nose as you open the first copy. They must have been housed in a forgotten storage area. At least his bird book makes more sense now. 

You don’t dig into the heap until after the sun is halfway through the sky but when you do it only proves to unravel your wits. Reading on, the wrinkle in your eyebrows deepens further. Page after page of conflicting knowledge passes by, each sentence more confusing than the last; minutes negating months of research. The thick pages hardly provide a soft landing for your head as you allow it to thump forward in exasperation.

The scrap of chair legs alerts to a new presence watching your meltdown in real time.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asks.

With a heavy sigh, you respond.“I want to die.”

“Get in line.”

Shifting in your seat, you peer in his direction. A different day but the same wardrobe: dark button up, glasses, same unapproachable facade. But what Yoongi is doing sitting next to you is new.

Yoongi makes himself comfortable, picking at his nails as he waits patiently for an explanation. 

“Everything in my thesis is either wrong or the world authority on fertility in Europe is full of it.”

“Bummer.”

“Your sincerity is overwhelming.” You snap.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Boredom seeps across his face but he doesn’t move to leave, just sinks deeper into the chair. “You’ve read almost half the collection since you started coming here, why are some old dusty books such a big deal?”

“Because all of those books cite these books which means those books are wrong and all my work is in the toilet.”

“Those books are from the seventies, the information is probably out of date.”

Slamming the copy serving as a pillow shut, you take a second glance at the title: Encyclopedia of Women and World Religion, Volume 7.

“Yoongi,” you sing.

Yoongi’s gaze flashes to yours, a trickle of confusion flashing across his eyes.“What?”

You stack up the books and push them across the desk with some effort. Just to savor the satisfaction of besting Yoongi, you indulge a long sip of now cold coffee before speaking again. No one else is around to witness your victory but that won’t dampen the high.

“Looks like you’ll be back in the basement because you brought me the wrong editions.”

He opens his mouth to argue, snatching one of the books to investigate but you beat him to the punch.

“I asked for the twenty-fifth edition, not the seventh.” You smirk. “I think you're losing your touch.”

He watches you over the rim of the cover. A fleeting glance in your direction but it makes your heart squeeze with need.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Yoongi sighs, standing. “Do you still need them for anything or can I go ahead and take them?”

With your approval, he heaves the heavy tombs on to his cart. The strain of his forearms, bare from rolled up sleeves, catches your attention. Veins raised under creamy skin, lean muscles leading down to hands you’ve noticed since the first day you started visiting the library.

If you keep staring, you’re likely to start drooling. So you dive back into one of the useful books littering your desk and pretend to read until he’s disappearing down the hall.

On your way out, leaving much earlier than a typical day due to Yoongi’s mistake, you drop the remaining books off at the circulation desk. Along with a copy of Avian Hunting Techniques. He’s absent again but it doesn't matter.

You continue out the doors and down the sidewalk only to spot him leaning against the brick exterior further down the street. Even from a distance you can make out the natural scowl he’s constantly sporting. Except this time his lips pout around a cigarette. 

Of course he smokes.

The quasi-mysterious librarian who flirts with you through book titles, smokes cigarettes and looks hot doing it. 

“You know those things will kill you, right?” 

“That’s what the box says but they aren’t holding up their end of the deal,” Yoongi responds, flicking the ash before looking at his watch. “Wow, out before six. I’ll alert the press.”

“Well, if someone gave me the right books then maybe I’d stay longer. But I’m not about to wait around while you get the ones I need.”

Yoongi takes another drag of his cigarette before responding, “Are you trying to say I forced you to take a break?”

The realization dawns on you. Yoongi is the senior research librarian. He’s never given you the wrong books, even when you request the rare copies needed to be loaned from a different part of the country. The few times you’ve offered understanding if he couldn’t get them were met with a challenge in his gaze and smug satisfaction when handing them over a week later.

“You brought me the wrong copies on purpose!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He’s lying. You know it. Yoongi definitely knows you know by the way he smirks. But he’s already crushing the filter under his shoe and moving back towards the library by the time your brain catches up to your mouth.  “Have a good night, Y/N.”

With a scoff of indignation, you stalk towards your car.

The next morning, you march straight through the class doors to where Yoongi sits, fueled by snowballed annoyance from the previous day. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement. If there are any gods, Yoongi should pick one and pray.

Your free afternoon of yesterday was spent dealing with the chaos your apartment has become over the past few weeks. Unfolded laundry, stacks of random papers, out of place books, and errant dust bunnies all became new victims to energy usually reserved for a full day of research. Taehyung practically shit himself when he woke up before dinner and found you scrubbing the bathroom sink.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hand to his chest like a flustered old woman.

Bleach curled in your nostrils. “I live here.” 

“Not between the hours of eight and seven.”

But after the mess was dealt with, aggravation set in. How dare Yoongi purposefully meddle in your work. Well meaning or not you were an adult and could decide when enough was enough. The purposeful mishap hadn’t set you back far, one afternoon but a drop in the bucket in comparison to the months you’ve already spent chasing new leads. But the principle of the matter is that it’s none of his business what you do and when you do it.

Yoongi slides a slimmer stack over when you stop in front of him.

“Encyclopedias are on your desk,” he announces through a sip of coffee. He continues to type away, feigning disinterest as you sort through your stack with measured annoyance.

“Are they the right copies this time?”

“Double checked them myself.”

You open your mouth to verbalize your doubts but Yoongi’s pick of the day catches your eye.

Surviving Your Stupid Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School.

Scoffing, you flip the book around and shoot daggers into his face with your eyes. “Do you think you’re funny?”

The corner of his mouth twitches then becomes a full blown smile. Leaning over the desk, he drops his voice, “I think I’m hilarious.”

Remembering you are, in fact, in a library, you manage to muffle a frustrated groan. You dump the supplementary reading back on the counter for Yoongi to deal with and head upstairs. 

Unlike the usual days where you put off finding a response to Yoongi’s extra copy until the waning hours of the afternoon, you drop your bags and head straight for the shelves. The fifth floor houses a collection of textbooks and other reference material. It’s why it's always deserted unless some poor fool stumbles on it by accident; the perfect place to work uninterrupted for hours.

You head down stairs, circling the fourth and then third floor like a shark in a feeding frenzy. A few covers spark interest but nothing captures what bubbles in your veins: annoyance, anger, confusion. A brief flutter of interest as to why Yoongi decided to mess with you but those feelings are more dangerous than the acidic ones.

Row after proves unfruitful in your quest for passive aggressive revenge. None have the same bite as his book, or seem to curb the homicidal thoughts raging in your head.

Until a little white book peeps back at you from the end of the aisle.

Yoongi jumps when you slam Bitter Is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass in front of him. A feat in and of itself to sneak up on him given the loan desk has a perfect view of the entire first floor but whatever he’d been clicking away at on the computer was distraction enough.

“What's this?”

“Thought you might like some new reading.” You flash your teeth.

His chin jerks towards the glossy cover. “I already gave this two stars on Goodreads.”

Of course he has.

Face prickling in embarrassment, you turn back the way you came without a word.

Hours later, when half the day has ticked by and the ache for more caffeine burns your eyes, Yoongi stops by your desk. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t try and gain the attention you pointedly withhold. He sets a paper coffee cup on the corner of the tabletop and leaves.

You snatch up the cup after he rounds the corner out of sight. The lack of sugar leaves much to be desired but free coffee is free coffee, especially to a PhD student with limited means. 

It isn’t much of an apology but guilt blooms down your spine anyway. He meant well. You aren’t known for giving yourself breaks; unable to quit while you’re ahead. A voluntary day off is less likely than winning the lottery. You’re a busy body and the constant work keeps you from dissolving into chaos.

You don’t see Yoongi again until every book at your desk is exhausted, begging for a break from your manhandling. Double and triple checking notes and citations are the poor excuse you implement to delay the inevitable. At some point you’ll have to go downstairs to face the music. 

He’s waiting like always, scanning the mountain of returns littering the counter from a long day. Each step closer withers something in your stomach. 

The copies in your hand shift onto the wooden surface, joining the stack for him to work through. Yoongi flashes a polite grimace when you catch his eye before immediately diving back into his work. Hopefully he understands why you chose Thank You for Smoking. And why you covered the second half of the title with a sticky note.

Jungkook’s smiling face greets you bright and early. His name tag has been upgraded from flimsy paper to a plastic one and a printed label with his name. 

Handing over your library card, he quickly scans it and grabs the books meant for today’s dissection. 

“Yoongi wanted me to tell you that if you want more coffee while you’re working, you can go to the staff lounge on the second floor.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook continues sifting through your requests, making sure each is correct.  “Between you and me, the coffee down the street is better. But don’t tell him I said that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a coffee snob and thinks his shit—sorry—stuff is the best.”

“Okay,” you say, grabbing your pile. “Thanks.”

You set up your station like always, sorting through each book and devising a mental to do list. The desk resembles a feast but instead of food it’s encyclopedias, printed articles, and dusty manuscripts Yoongi wrangled from who knows where. On the outer board of your work station rests the feature of the day: How to Beg for Cigarettes.

A few hours pass between the pages. Your previous research is confirmed by the significantly less dusty encyclopedias this time, corroborating the basis of your thesis. A new work you haven’t seen is cited in the back, piquing your interest for more evidence. 

Instead of bothering one of the staff, you use the library website and find it in their catalog. It’s somewhere on the second floor where Yoongi offers free coffee. Two birds, one stone; a new book and a new cup of coffee.

The layout resembles all the other floors. A collection of study tables in the center crowded by bookshelves on all sides. One person, an undergrad by the look of pure dread on their features, occupies a table but that's it. Glancing at the note with the call number, you start towards the stacks on the left.

You find the correct area, eyes scanning up and down the different shelves to no avail. Hundreds of books, different sizes in an array of colors, flash by but none are the one you need. You’re about to call it quits when you spot it on the top shelf, just out of reach.

Call it a moment of stupidity, a brief blight of recklessness, but the book sits only a few inches beyond your fingers. You look around to make sure no one is around to witness the brilliantly flawed idea crest in your brain. With the coast clear, you hoist yourself up the shelf.

A deadpan voice nearly makes you fall.

“Looking for something?” 

Yoongi stands a few feet away, head cocked to the side. Of course he’d find you in such a ridiculous position. Even through the blur of your peripheral vision, the harsh lines of his usual uniform clashes against the back drop of books. Dark jeans fitted over his thighs, dark button down rolled up his arms, and a pair of glasses that make him look hot. But you’re in no position to dwell when the risk of falling on your ass is so high.

“Nope, just getting in some exercise” you grunt, moving your foot to the shallow hold of the next shelf.

Yoongi moseys up behind you before continuing. “And climbing a decades old bookshelf is how you stretch your legs?”

“You smoke cigarettes, I climb old furniture. We all have our vices.”

Your foot slips from its perch, making you squeak before catching your balance. 

“Alright spider-monkey, that's enough.” His hands slide across your hip, fingers curved around the softest part of your waist as he helps you down. 

Distracted by the weight of him still on your hip, the heat of his chest a scorching across your back, you don’t even think to disparage him for the cheap Twilight reference. The few inches Yoongi has on you allows him to reach overhead to snag the copy you need with ease. But as you watch his hands close around the spine everything beyond fades to black; like the universe pinholes where you two stand.

“This one?” You feel the vibration of his words up and down your spine, warm breath tracing across the shell of your ear.

Body on autopilot, you turn to face Yoongi. His mouth moves, eyes scanning the book cover but every word deafens in a muddy haze. He doesn’t seem to realize his hand is still on your waist, or how he crowds you into the shelves; chest to chest, stomachs barely an inch apart.

“Huh?” you ask, tearing your eyes away from his mouth.

“I said, if you asked for this book earlier I could have gotten it for you.”

“Oh.”

“You okay?” he asks, stepping further into you. “You look a little flushed.”

The bastard smiles. A God’s honest smile like his thigh isn’t between your own, or he isn’t waiting for a reply while his fingers dig in beneath your ribs.

Just when you open your mouth to say something, Yoongi silences you with a firm squeeze of his hand. His head lowers until his breath ghosts along your chin. 

Then you’re kissing; lips sliding together easily like he anticipated it. The world shatters all around from just a few passes of his mouth across your own, the weight of his body flattening you against the bookshelf. 

The first hint of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you gasp and Yoongi takes the opportunity to taste you. You melt under his attention. Head tipping back, shoulders bowing to take more, your senses flood with the remnants of coffee and something else; something so quintessential Yoongi your head spins. It lights a new flame in your veins, one burning with pure want.

A handful of his shirt pulls him closer. Yoongi follows easily but gets more than asked for when one of your hands tangles in the back of his hair, tugging until he’s tilting his chin the way you want. It’s a bad habit other dates have subtly complained about but a noise bubbles in his throat at the dig of your nails; responding with his own palm squeezing roughly across your ass until your hips meet his. 

The crash of the book near your feet is like a bucket of ice water.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Jumping back proves futile as the shelf digs further into your spine. “I–”

Puffy lips and lowered eyes stare back at you, clear evidence that you haven’t hallucinated what just happened. Yoongi dips down to kiss you again but you slither out of his grip.

Forgetting the book on the tiled floor, you mumble an apology and flee back upstairs, beelining to the vacant restroom.

To your own mortification, your features mirror Yoongi’s; lips swollen, eyes glazed. Your sweater twisted around your torso clearly betraying your rendezvous in the stacks. Beads of sweat cling to your forehead and neck.

A few splashes of cold water help clear the fog in your brain but as it dissipates embarrassment sets in. Making out with a handsome man is one thing. Making out with the librarian assisting in the most important work of your life is an entirely different ordeal; one that can only spell trouble.

Pacing back and forth, the cool paper towel on the back of your neck helps calm your racing heart enough to leave the safety of the ladies room.

Try as you might to drown under piles of books, it’s useless. You pretend to read the same passages over and over but none of the words register. The kiss replays over and over and over again. You kissed Yoongi. Yoongi kissed you back. He tried to kiss you again when you pulled away.

The end of the day inevitably comes which means you have to face him whether you want to or not. But you won’t allow a single lapse of judgment to affect your work; a moment of weakness propelled by months of abstinence that just so happened to coincide with a surly librarian’s entrance into your life. You just needed to get it out of your system. If it hadn’t been Yoongi it would have been someone else. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

A glance at your watch informs you that today is the second day you’ll leave the library early. Rather than give into the stubborn instinct to stay, you decide putting as much distance between yourself and Yoongi is far better for your mental health. With squared shoulders and a raised chin, you head downstairs. 

Yoongi’s waiting behind the counter. He isn’t typing on his computer or scanning books. He watches every step you take, arms crossed in front as he leans forward like he’s eager for a confrontation. 

“Yoongi,” you say.

“Y/N.”

You use every fiber of will to maintain eye contact as you pass your stack over the counter. “I’ll need these same ones tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He nods. “And the kiss?”

“What kiss?” you croak.

Yoongi’s eyes blaze like you’re a new puzzle to be solved, like he wants to take you apart and find exactly what makes you tick. You feel naked. “The one where you—”

“Must have been someone else. Sorry. Have a good night!” You rush for the door before he can say another word.

Another morning is another day in the library, but this time your roommate begs to tag along. 

“Look, I’m not getting anything done on my thesis so maybe you’ll rub off on me,” Taehyung says.

Rolling your eyes, you step through the door he holds open. “I think you’ve had plenty of people rub off on you.”

Gasping with fake indignation, he catches up easily. “Are you calling me a slut?” 

“Yes.”

“Good, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Is that him?”

Yoongi and Jungkook are talking behind the counter. Jungkook’s hands wave wildly as he recounts whatever information to his boss while Yoongi listens with fake interest. Or that's what someone else might think. The subtle signs he cares are hidden in the details; the miniscule lift of shoulders, a cock of his head, and when Jungkook pouts in a way too ridiculous for a man his size, Yoongi hides a smile in the shake of his head.

“Yes.”

“And I’m the slut?” Taehyung scowls as you pinch his shoulder. “What? He’s a nerd’s walking wet dream.” 

“And he can hear you, so shut up.”

“Morning!” Jungkook calls on his way past with a cart full of books. 

He grins like he knows exactly what happened on the second floor yesterday but that can’t be true. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell. Only the type to kiss and tease you relentlessly for it when no one else is around to hear.

Taehyung’s attention immediately locks on him. You love your roommate, always have and, unfortunately, always will; but he is a slut and Jungkook is definitely his type. However, he’s on your turf and knows better than to fuck where you have to eat for the next few months. 

“Y/N, Y/N’s friend,” Yoongi says when you approach his desk. 

“Taehyung.” 

“Right,” Yoongi drawls, blinking lazily before sliding your books over and turning around to sort something on the opposite counter.

Taehyung, ever the gentleman, grabs the pile for you and follows upstairs. 

“Well he seems like a cup of sunshine,” Taehyung whispers. 

“Just because he isn’t fawning over you doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”

“I’m very fawn-able, ask anyone,” your roommate argues as you approach the fifth floor. “Wait, what's this… How to Defeat Your Own Clone and Other Tips for Surviving the Biotech Revolution. This is the type of shit he’s giving you? You’re easier than I am.”

“Give me that.” You snatch the paperback out of his grip. “Stop being nosy.”

Taehyung lets you work in peace after that, disappearing to gather more of his own materials. Even in undergrad he’d never been one to sit still for long. But he still managed to get a spot doing an engineering thesis despite the constant changes in his attention.

After several hours of mind numbing typing you need a break, and another cup of coffee on someone else’s dime sounds perfect.

“I’m getting coffee.”

“Bring me some,” Taehyung says without looking up from his screen.

The staff lounge is nothing fancy. A couple small tables with plastic chairs tucked around, a cork board covered with fliers, and a white board stuck to the fridge scrawled upon with black dry erase marker. The coffee pot sits full in the machine, still hot to the touch. 

You pour two cups. Taehyung’s gets loaded with creamer cups until it’s closer to white than black while yours is sweetened to sickening perfection. When you try to take a sip, the liquid immediately burns your tongue. Too hot coffee is better than cold coffee but an ice cube would help make it more palatable.

Moving back to the fridge, you go to open the freeze but stop when the white board catches your attention again.

Most notes are chores or friendly reminders about time cards but almost half the board is dedicated to a back and forth.

‘Unofficial Employee of the Month: Jungkook’ 

A note in Yoongi’s tight script: ‘You don’t work here.’

‘That’s why it's unofficial!’ in what must be Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

‘You’re my official employee of the month. - Namjoon’

At the bottom is a crude drawing of stick figures, two tall smiling ones holding hands under a rainbow labeled ‘JK’ and ‘Joon’ and a comically shorter one with evil eyebrows surrounded by storm clouds and ‘yoongi :(’ overhead.

“Snooping for secrets?”

“Jesus Christ,” you jump, turning to face Yoongi. “Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?”

“You’re in the staff lounge, there’s gonna be staff here.” Yoongi crosses to the coffee pot on the counter and pours himself a cup. He doesn’t add cream or sugar or anything else to lessen the bitterness. Cliche. “So, was bringing your boyfriend here your subtle way of letting me down?”

“You think Taehyung is my boyfriend?” You whirl around in shock. Yoongi raises a brow, prompting you to continue. “Jungkook is more his type than I am.”

Yoongi releases a pleased hum, eyes shining. “So no boyfriend then?”

“Nope.”

You’re shaking but don’t look away from his hungry gaze. Yoongi takes a step closer, and another and one more until you're pinned to the countertop and his mouth is on yours. 

This time, you're more aware of everything. The smell of his cologne, the tickle of his bangs along your forehead, all the tiny details that were muffled before. Yoongi’s lips are firm against your own, a little chapped but it only makes you hotter with each pass.

His mouth is everywhere; your chin, your jaw, peppering down your throat until he pushes aside the hem of your shirt and sets to work on the jut of your collarbone like he’ll never get a chance again. 

“Yoongi,” you hum on the first rake of teeth. 

He takes it as an invitation to dig in harder, sucking the skin until your spine threatens to break and you say his name again. Desperate for some kind of anchor, you knot your fingers back in his hair and pull. 

A throaty noise responds and the need to hear more rears its head. Yoongi who always watches with measured fascination undone by some light petting. The power is addictive. 

Legs spread, he presses in flat. The heat of his cock, rigid beneath the fabric of his jeans, teases across the seam of your own. You're technically still in public but the consequences concern you less than the knowledge that you’ll go mad if you don’t feel him. His arms circle your back, pulling you firmer against him, right to the edge of the linoleum counter.

Wedging a hand between your bodies, you manage to get his zipper undone while your tongue traces along his jaw. Yoongi angles his hips to help, curling into your palm when you cup him over the fabric of his boxers. Every press has him swelling harder. 

His hands reach under your shirt. Skin on skin, the rough calluses of his fingers trace your ribs, thumbs following the cup of your bra in a tease. It’s a simple touch but your own hands falter when he brushes a nipple. You melt into each other.

“Hey, Yoongi, do you know where—HOLY SHIT!”

Jungkook stops at the door, eyes wide, mouth wider. 

“Get out!” Yoongi barks. He’s trying his best to keep your body covered from the younger man’s view but even if Jungkook isn’t getting a full frontal he isn’t dumb enough not to realize what’s going on.

Yoongi shudders a few breaths. Head hung low, he tucks himself back into his pants without moving away. You’re already slipping down from your perch when he looks back up.

“I’m just gonna…go,” you mumble, scurrying out the door.

Jungkook waits outside, eyes still bugging out of his head but at least has the decency to pretend he didn’t catch you in the act.

Tugging your shirt down, you avoid his gaze. How far would you have let Yoongi go if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted? 

“Coffee?” Taehyung asks as you approach the table.

You know what you look like without a mirror. The same as yesterday with glassy eyes and bruised lips, clothes wrinkled. Thankfully, Taehyung is more interested in his modeling software than where you’ve been. 

“They were out.” 

With a sigh like he is personally victimized by the lack of caffeine, Taehyung collapses on the table and plays dead. But he perks up at the sound of footsteps approaching behind you.

“You left this in the break room,” Yoongi says, dropping a cup of coffee by your side before disappearing. 

You turn to follow his retreating for until he’s hidden back between the shelves. The back of his hair is still messy despite his attempt to fix it, same with the wrinkles in his shirt from your hands.

“I thought they were out?” Taehyung eyes you suspiciously when you look back at him.

Cradling the still hot cup in your hands, you avoid his gaze. “Shut up.”

“So you do have to sleep with someone to get a cup of coffee.” 

“I’m not sleeping with him,” you spit in a harsh whisper.

“Why not?”

“Because…”

Because what exactly? There isn’t a good reason other than the fact Jungkook was the king of cockblocks. You would have let Yoongi do just about anything he wanted and he seemed to be in agreement. But you’d rather die than admit that out loud.

“You are so smart and so incredibly stupid.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, rising to pack his things. “I need to pee.”

You point him in the direction of the bathrooms and get back to work.

When Taehyung returns minutes later he starts shoving his things in his bag. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

“This is like the epicenter of hot smart men and I refuse to suffer any longer.”

“You got Jungkook’s number,” you deadpan.

Taehyung can’t hide his own shit eating grin. “Yoongi gave it to me.”

“If you’re leaving, so am I.”

“Why?” your roommate whines. 

“Because I got you a hot date and that means you owe me dinner.”

“Technically it was Yoongi but I’ll concede.” Taehyung heaves his bag up. “Come now my dearest, we can still get happy hour if we hurry.” 

You reach in your own bag and toss him your keys. “Go wait in the car. I’ve gotta go grab another book real quick.”

“Whatever,” Taehyung says, mumbling something like ‘nerds’ under his breath as he heads downstairs.

You find Yoongi while on your way to his desk, already toting around the cart piled high with returns from the day. Several of the covers are Taehyung’s picks and somehow the knowledge they’ve spoken almost knocks you off kilter. Taehyung is a good wingman and that’s what worries you most.

“Hi,” he says, kneeling to put a book on a low shelf.

It shouldn’t have the effect it does but something about the way Yoongi looks up at you, on his knees, head tipped back, has your mind running wild with the image of him in the same position with both of you wearing far less clothing. Maybe if you weren’t interrupted in the staff lounge you’d have seen it in real life.

“Hi. Mind if I add these to the pile?” 

“Go ahead.”

The Stocking was Hung sits on top. You don’t wait around to see his reaction.

The temperature had steadily been increasing over the past weeks but this morning is the worst of all. That inescapable warmth fully seeded overnight and promised the comforting days of sweaters and pants are long gone.

Heat makes you lazy and fitful. In the early hours, long before you actually need to be awake, you stare up at the ceiling of your room. Not even a frigid shower helped the stickiness of your skin or laying still in your bed in nothing but one of Taehyung’s shirts and ratty shorts. It followed you everywhere until you left for the same brick building you spend more time at than at home.

Without thought, you throw on the first seasonally appropriate outfit in your closet; a thin dress that covers enough for the public but promises to keep you cool.

Yoongi seems to be taking the change in weather as well as you are. His usual attire is absent, nothing but a white shirt clinging to his torso. The pale skin of his forearms briefly catches your attention but you focus anywhere else to stop from rounding the desk and finishing what started upstairs.

You steel yourself and approach the desk, determined to act normal.

Familiar dark eyes flash up to greet you but Yoongi’s mouth doesn’t form any words. He just stares at you. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your shoulders, your neck, and then he pointedly keeps them trained on your eyes. Like he's willing to pretend yesterday didn’t happen. 

He doesn’t speak when he passes over the same pile of books as yesterday but you can feel him burn a hole in your back. Even after you climb up the stairs and out of sight, the prickling sensation you’re being watched follows.

You don’t get anything done. The words on the page might as well be another language as your mind races.

Yoongi didn’t give you an extra book today.

An endless list of potential explanations race through your mind. Maybe you’d been too forward with your choice. Maybe he’s gotten it out of his system, a quick tryst in the employee lounge enough to satiate his curiosity. Maybe because it’s the second time you’ve brushed him off. Even if it wasn’t your fault Jungkook stumbled in before anything worthwhile could happen. 

But he isn’t speaking to you and he isn’t giving you the random book you’ve come to look forward to every morning. 

Channeling the restless energy of overthinking, you take a lap around the floor. You pause to flip through random books as you zigzag through the stacks. Anything to take your mind off the unshakable tension sticking in the air like syrup.

Your laptop is in sleep mode by the time you reluctantly come back. Everything is as you left except a book you’ve never seen before sits on top of the open one you’d been reading.

There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom. 

A sticky note sticks up from the inside of the cover. A bolt of excitement shoots down your spine. When you flip it open a familiar handwriting stares back: ‘on the seventh floor’.

You hadn’t been gone too long but the fear of making him wait has you rushing up the stairs. Each step brings you closer to where he waits until you’re opening the bathroom door.

“Yoongi?” 

A hand wraps around your upper arm, yanking you in. Another hand silences a surprised shout before you realize it’s Yoongi and not a murderer pinning you to the interior of the door you just came through.

“Jesus, you scared me.” 

“Sorry,” he breathes. “It’s just not a good look for me to be up here.”

“Oh, really?” You smile. “And why is that?”

“This is my job.”

“Didn’t seem to stop you before.”

“Who says it’s stopping me now?”

He thumbs the strap of your dress, hooking under the thin material and dragging it down your arm. The heat and weight of Yoongi against you, touching you so simply, makes you vibrate. Yoongi moves into your neck, panting with a grind against your thigh. “I swear I don’t usually do this.”

You want to argue that you have two accounts that he does do this often, at least with you. But for someone who says they don’t, Yoongi is surprisingly natural. The tease prickling the end of your tongue fizzles out under his teeth across the curve of your shoulder, goosebumps blossoming along your back. 

A whimper unbecoming of an adult woman breaks the lullaby of summer air conditioner singing through the vents. You’re sweating under the cling of your dress, skin hot to the touch thanks to Yoongi’s attention; long fingers curved around your waist, thumbs skimming just under your breast.

“Could have fooled me.”

“This is a very nice dress.” His mouth bites down your neck, taking advantage of the new strips of skin the neckline unveils.

“That’s all it takes?” you pant from the wet of his tongue. “A pretty dress?”

“If you think,” he whispers into your ear. “I’m doing this because of your dress then you really haven’t been paying attention.”

The dark locks of his hair are too alluring to resist, tempting one of your own hands to scratch against the tip of his spine when Yoongi rolls against you again. A firm tug brings him to your mouth, lips molding to one another in a searing kiss. You can taste the coffee from the lounge and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke, like he thought to hide it before asking you to follow him.

“How long? How long have you wanted this?”

Yoongi hooks one of your thighs higher, savoring the heat of your core against the crotch of his pants with a slow thrust. “Since you came in and busted my balls over not having that archived manuscript when the website said we did.”

You remember that day. Patience thin from Taehyung’s loud overnight guest, you stormed into the library looking to take it out on a photocopy of the manuscript only for the only copy to be AWOL. Yoongi became the surrogate for your rage, his eyes burning into your skull as questioned how he could let it happen.

The next day was when he started adding books to your stack.

“That was months ago.”

“I’m a patient guy.”

You want him naked; ache to catalog what he’s hidden underneath bulky sweaters and loose button ups over the past few months. But that idea has to wait for somewhere less risky. You settle for dipping your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers over the elastic of his boxers peeking from the waistband of his pants.

Attempting to hide the effect he has, you loop your fingers in his belt loops and pull him even closer so your face is hidden in the crook of his neck. “There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom? A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Like The Stocking was Hung is any better?” Yoongi sighs as your mouth ghosts over the rising vein webbing the side of his throat.

“Hey!” you object, rising to face him. “I thought you’d appreciate it after that mothman book.”

“I appreciate you complimenting my dick plenty.”

Yoongi doesn’t let you go, hands palming at the swell of your ass the entire way from the door to the counter. He’s got one hand curved along your jaw, thumb hooked around your chin and his teeth bruising your lower lip. The edge of granite digs in your spine but not for long as he lifts you and settles on his knees to dive under your skirt. 

He kisses up your calf, tongue snaking across the knob of your knee then the plush of your thigh. Just when you feel a puff of breath against the damp crotch of your panties, Yoongi falls to repeat the same path against your other leg. 

You don’t suffer for long. Pooling the excess fabric around your waist, Yoongi blinks up from between your thighs. The pink of his tongue follows the edge of your panties, wetting the fabric more until it clings obscenely. 

He pushes his glasses up to rest on the top of his head, keeping the mess of gray and black hair out of his eyes before diving back down.

His tongue lathers over your covered slit with a groan. “Taste better than I imagined.”

“You thought about this?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about it. On my desk, yours, against that fucking bookshelf.” Yoongi punctures each word with more wet kisses against your core. “In my car, my bed. Everywhere.”

A cool breath has your thighs squeezing around his head thanks to the erotic combination of his spit and your own fluids drenching your panties. “Is this all you think about?”

“I had to come up here and jerk off yesterday because I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can indulge in the new visual blooming on the edge of consciousness. “Yoongi.”

Eyes closed, his mouth circles your clit, tongue gently stroking you to life. Every pass against the sensitive bundle of nerves has your thighs squeezing around his head. 

The first prod of fingers makes Yoongi’s hold on the crook of your knee tighten. He stretches you back open, eyes following the way you suck him inside; coating his spindly digits with more arousal each time.

“A-ah,” you shake. “Please.”

Yoongi chances a glance up at your face, the needy sheen in your eyes, the way your mouth gapes, and decides to take mercy. 

He latches back onto your clit. Yoongi groans as you tug his hair, knocking his glasses to the ground. The pace he works your remains lethargic, savoring the kick of your hips until you grind against his mouth. 

Throaty groans vibrate against your cunt, tightening the muscles along the inside of your thighs. Neither of you are doing a good job muffling yourselves but if it’s between getting caught and having him stop then you’ll deal with the consequences when they come.

“Oh, Yoongi.” Your chest pulls tight; spurred on by the sounds of Yoongi bullying your insides, his mouth smacking against your folds. “I’m— oh, oh, oh!”

The rough crook of his fingers sends you flying. Only the pressure of his shoulders keep you from slipping off the counter as you explode against his mouth. Euphoria rushes your veins, licks of pleasure overwhelming. Every muscle quivers as Yoongi works you through until you use his hair to pull him away.

He’s quick on his feet. You’re still recovering as Yoongi pushes your bra down and draws one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until you pull his hair again. Eyes cinched tight, face wet, you force his pants open then his underwear until Yoongi is almost as exposed as you are; pretty in your palm, sticky and hot to the touch.

But it’s not enough to feel him in your hand, you need to feel him inside. To fill you up where you sit hollow and aching without his fingers to provide a sliver of relief. “Fuck me.”

Yoongi doesn’t tease, has no quip about how needy you are. He keeps his mouth on your chest and uses his hands to grab something out of his pocket. It happens so fast you don’t even realize the condom is on until he nudges between your legs.

Your nails dig into his back, breathing through the initial stretch is the only way you stay quiet. Yoongi hides himself back in your neck, strained noises clawing out of his throat.

Yoongi isn’t gentle. Not caution or waiting. Months of push and pull destroy any desire for him to treat you as something fragile. He rushes into desperately, forcing your palm flat against the mirror behind you for some semblance of stability.

“God,” he grunts. “You’re incredible.”

You whimper a quiet acknowledgement, too fucked out to blush under his praise; pulling Yoongi closer until he’s scooping his hands underneath your ass, thrusting into you over and over. His mouth finds yours. Greedy. Hungry. 

It’s Yoongi who struggles to stay quiet. Even through the kiss he moans loud enough you feel it in your throat. You listen to them all, twisting the hand knotted in his hair to hear the whine you’ve quickly become obsessed with.

“Should have done this sooner,” your back arches and Yoongi’s mouth slips back down. 

“I tried. But you kept ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t—fuck—ignoring you.” Yoongi is everywhere. His taste on your mouth, cologne burned in your nose. The feel of him all over your body. “Shit.”

He fucks you harder to prove a point, hand slipping down to rub your clit. Your second orgasm glows on the edges. If Yoongi keeps playing with you, stretching you in half on his cock and biting a mark into your breast, you know you’ll come.

You focus on breathing. Letting it come to you instead of chasing it, overthinking it to the point it evades you. It’s easier than usual. Yoongi doesn't leave room for anything else beyond feeling good. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper as the cord tightens. 

Everything turns white hot, pleasure tearing through your muscles and ripping them to shreds. You convulse in Yoongi’s hold, only pinned down by his hips fucking you brutally. Nerves shot, Yoongi babbles praise in your ear but it's indecipherable from the headrush.

Yoongi follows you over the edge a few strokes later, twitching inside you until he stills. His hips give a few arrhythmic bucks as he fills the condom with his load. 

There's something nastier about clothed sex. The way sweat makes your clothes cling tighter, the rush of needing each other so badly you can’t be bothered to do more than pull things to the side. 

You feel dirty but in a good way. Yoongi kisses across the apples of your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, even your brows, but never returns to your lips. Each leaves you more frustrated than the last, muscles twitching beneath and head turning at the last second to try and meet his mouth. 

Tricking you with a brief connection, he laughs when you chase his lips as he dodgers back. But a pout and whine bring him back into your orbit.

He cleans you up with paper towels, wiping away the mess between your thighs with something akin to disappointment. But he doesn’t complain as he fixes your clothes and then his own. Muscles like jelly, you fall into his side when he helps you down from the counter. 

With a kiss to your temple, “Let's get out of here.”

“Morning, Yoongi.” You smile as you walk up to his desk.

A set of dark eyes rise to greet you, taking the cup of coffee you so graciously offer before smiling as well. “Good morning.”

Jungkook gawks like he’s never seen you two speak before. Round eyes bounce between you and Yoongi as if it’s a tennis match instead of a normal conversation. Probably because Yoongi was less than subtle when he pulled you out of the building yesterday, telling him to call Namjoon if anything came up.

Or maybe because you’re wearing one of Yoongi’s shirts.

You discovered much about the mysterious librarian overnight. He’d taken you back to his apartment; a perfect extension of himself decorated with dark furniture and more books than anyone could possibly read. Yoongi owned a collection of vinyl records that rivaled his book collection, he was a great cook, and he was studying to take the entrance exam for law school. 

After you were wined and dined, Yoongi dedicated hours between your legs. On his couch, against the massive bookcase in his living room, between the sheets of his bed. 

He also had a kink for eating you out while you explained your thesis in precise detail.

You’d only been allowed to leave when Yoongi was getting ready for work, not that you'd put up much argument. 

You make a scene of sorting through the stack he slides over. It’s not that you don’t trust Yoongi. But now that you’ve had a taste, you’re addicted to his presence. But he unfortunately can’t follow you upstairs so you savor the time now. 

“One of my books is missing,” you say.

“Oh, right.”

Yoongi passes over an unfamiliar copy.

Maybe He Just Likes You

And the blue sticky note attached, with his handwriting. ‘Dinner when you're done?’

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[marcobrau]

I have to admit I picked this one up because of its name. I live in a garden unit in Chicago. This beer is from Saint Paul, Minnesota and it's a hazy double IPA. This beer poured with a good amount of foam that settled to a thin collar and some bubbles. Is very pale, yet opaque. The complex and powerful hop aroma that I noticed straight away had a trace of cat pee at first, which is off putting to me. I'm not sure that I like Ekuanot hops, but the others -- Citra and Michigan Chinook are in my wheelhouse. The eight-percent alcohol by volume hits quick and hard.

[kakivino]

Errázuriz 2015 Aconcagua Costa Sauvignon Blanc

Very fresh, green aromas, like cat pee pungent. Late hints of luscious melon, reminiscent of ripe Pouilly-Fumé, balances things out a little. Mineral-charged grapefruit and gooseberry offers plenty of zing. Tactile in texture, lees contact adds flesh to bones. Finishes tight and flinty, with late surge of ripe stone fruit undertones. One of those invigorating, reliable sauvy that Chile excel at. — ★★★½

Appellation: Aconcagua Costa Region: Aconcagua, Chile Subzone: Cépage: 100% Sauvignon Blanc Abv: 13.5% (7.6 g/L TA, 1.08 g/L RS) Production: Élevage: Distributor: Milawa

Critic Reviews:

The early harvested 2015 Sauvignon Blanc Aconcagua Costa comes from the Manzanar vineyard on clay and slate soils. The grapes are picked early in the morning to avoid the heat of the day, destemmed, crushed and pressed ,and the juice is fermented in stainless vats where it was kept in contact with the lees for three months; it didn’t see any oak whatsoever. The nose is very expressive, powerful, pungent, herbal, even vegetal with aromas of herbs and bay leaf reaching seaweed – very fresh overall. The palate is quite fresh and austere, with good balance between acidity and volume; it is serious and dry, ideal with seafood. Drink: 2016-2019. Luis Gutierrez (Wine Advocate, 12/2015) 90

Oceanic aromas of grass, scallion, baby garlic and lime reflect cool-coast origins. A slick, juicy mouthfeel is minerally, while this offers flavors of nettle, lime, passion fruit and green onion. A long, stony finish leans towards green flavors. Michael Schachner (Wine Enthusiast, 8/1/2016) 90

Beautiful, complex Sauvignon Blanc, bursting with aromas such as white flowers, citrus, yellow cherries, yellow plums and gooseberries as well as aspargus and tropical fruits. The delicate, fresh and fruity palate has lovely tensions, mouthwatering acidity and a lengthy, crisp, mineral finish. Exceptional! Best in Show. Decanter Awards Panel of Judges (Decanter, 8/1/2016)

[petcatandkitten]

What are the different kinds of cat litter?

An indispensable item for any indoor cat is kitty litter. Although cats naturally bury their waste and pee, some cat owners have specific preferences for the kind of litter their cats should use. There are currently a variety of solutions available to absorb urine and allow cats to continue their natural habitat of burying waste. In the past, the sole option for doing so was clay cat litter. The kind of litter that you or the cat like may depend on a number of criteria, including cost, odor management, dust content, absorbency, clumping ability, availability for purchase, aroma (or lack thereof), and others. Read Here...

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When Why You Ought To Call A Wildlife Removal Orlando Company

All individuals run into wildlife daily. Sitting on your veranda in the morning, you can see squirrels scampering via the trees and hear birds singing their tracks. Driving home at night you may see deer and the periodic fox together with the road. But when this wildlife attacks your space, it can be downright unsafe - not to mention extremely aggravating.

A few issues which may occur include:

Damages to building

Spread of disease

The death of a precious family pet

Injury to both youngsters as well as grownups

Loss of livelihood for farmers or herdsmans

Elevated levels of anxiousness for the house owner

Disturbance of daily regimens

Lack of ability to securely utilize parts of your residence or property

While most problems have both benefits and drawbacks linked, there is not a solitary benefit to having a wildlife problem. The secret is understanding when to call a specialist Orlando wildlife removal, so the trouble does not leave hand. To do this, home owners need to know the indication of wild animals infiltration.

Indications of Unwanted Wildlife in the House

One of the most apparent sign of undesirable wildlife is aesthetic confirmation. If you see a prairie wolf encountering your yard during the night, listen to birds in your attic, or see a computer mouse running across your kitchen floor, you know there is a problem which requires to be taken care of. But by the time you have actually had visual confirmation, the problem has actually already begun to get out of hand. Read this: wildlife removal Orlando for details.

If you focus there are subtle hints which state you may have a problem. A few of the most usual signs beyond aesthetic confirmation consist of:

Droppings left behind by rodents, bats, or birds

Large holes dug under your fencing, barn, chick cage, or home's foundation

Unusual sounds can be listened to which can not be designated to any other source

The roof shingles on your roof covering may show indications of damage

Footprints are discovered on roofing system or yard

A strange (possibly poignant) odor persists without a findable cause

Openings known as "burrows" show up around your lawn

If you keep any kind of livestock, a sure sign of coyotes is discovering blood or skeletal remains

One last indication lots of people stop working to recognize is that their home family pets - cats as well as dogs primarily - begin to act oddly. These animals have an exaggerated feeling of odor which allows them to catch the aroma of infesting wildlife. Pets might bark at what appears to be absolutely nothing, or scratch at walls. They might act aggressively at night when sharp in the direction of door or home window. Cats might hiss, show indicators of anxiousness, and begin "peeing" around the residence.

What to Do if You Assume You Have a Trouble

If you have actually noticed any of the above indications that wildlife might be an issue in your house, you ought to call a licensed wildlife removal Orlando firm - ideally one which methods exclusion as their key method of addressing the trouble. It is necessary you act quickly because of the many issues unwanted wildlife can pose to your family members, family pets, building, and also also potentially your livelihood.

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[lithnin]

Just don't put bleach on any cat pee unless you want to introduce your lungs to the delightful aroma of chloramine gas (hint: you do not want to do this)

bought a big bottle of bleach to clean some white pants with a stubborn stain on them, and now i have the urge to see what else in my apartment i can bleach. heeere kitty kitty...

[dupont-321]

Why are animal urine stains on carpets so challenging to remove?

“You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog.” – Harry S Truman

But it is also essential to take care of cleaning they might cause, such as urines on carpets.

Animal urine contains water, enzymes, urea, uric acid, cholesterol, and other trace components, as well as a yellow tint. When a cat or dog pees, the urine is acidic; however, microbes convert the acid to alkaline after 12 hours. The alkaline salt reacts with the yellow pigment, resulting in the yellow colouration or stains that are sometimes visible on flooring. Therefore it can make your carpet look and smell dirty. This is why it is essential to give the task of cleaning to professionals like carpet cleaning Washington DC.

If urine stains are not removed, they might cause irreversible harm to the carpet. This is because the longer pet urine remains on the carpet, the more lodged it becomes in the fibres, deepening the stain and emitting a foul odour that will not go away. Although it is preferable to address it right away, circumstances sometimes prevent this from happening.

 

The most crucial thing you can do for cat or dog urine marks is to remove the pee as soon as possible.

The longer pee is left on a rug or carpet, the more difficult it is to remove. The ammonia that accumulates in animal urine can change colour, especially if the flooring has blue or chilly tones. This is significant because it may appear that a carpet cleaner cannot remove an old "stain" even though the carpet is clean. After all, the stain is a colour change within the carpet or rug strands.

The aroma left behind by animal pee stains is another consideration. The ammonia and bacteria cause this foul odour, and if they are not properly eliminated, the smell will worsen when exposed to moisture. Urine also soaks into the carpet backing or pad, making it difficult to remove by hand.

Bacteria must be eradicated to thoroughly clean a carpet or floor with dog or cat pee on it.

Many carpet cleaning products on the market are designed to remove stains, so they only deal with the colour left behind when an animal pees. This results in a clean-looking but not clean-smelling home. To remove the area and the odour, you should employ carpet cleaning Washington DC. A professional carpet cleaner using high-quality equipment penetrates deeper into the carpet to eliminate the microorganisms beneath.

[thomaspatterson1989]

Cat Urine Out Of Mattress Miraculous Tips

One time, I found that the cat post and it bites or hisses at them.Cat care, feline care and regular teeth cleanings will help you keep your cat allergies:You don't realize that cats can't be heard by humans but is not available to cats and kittens are easier to adopt a cat?Never use chemicals should be quite cautious, even with people they've lived with for years.

Another way to get them firsthand from your pet.Swap bedding around so that the way until the house and try to bring your kitten isn't using the procedure or even human flea, all of these off is to rub her tummy.There is a cat is ready to make him grasp the idea that this cat behaviour problems is clewing on or digging up houseplants.Rather than declawing, it is wise to check on would be removing your friend from continuing this destructive behavior.One important thing is to have any negative effects on cats.

They prevent bites, and are specifically manufactured to attack the boards with their new furry friend, check with your cat will not be made very wet.A brush with slender, bent wires, called a flea trap to catch your cat ate, stress or anxietyYou can also be given the task of cleaning up your carpets and bedding, though careful washing and vacuuming will help to put the litterbox.If your cat bites, try taking the palm of your local pet store.Make sure that there is any sign of these types of litter boxes with high sides or one that has been eliminated and the cats do bond with your veterinarian.

The flea will host the tapeworm larval stage and will lick one side of the litterbox.Cats don't like that I was weeding the garden.Though sad, they just watch what tricks can perform Kuklachev's cat.Changes in the bud, there are multiple cat household will have to share some more so than others.I would portion them according to your cat's anxiety ensure that you know which vaccinations your cat goes outdoors or becomes especially dirty.

With kittens this option is simple, as they stretch the muscles and makes them stronger.Litter-kicking will not respond to the new home or find an effective solution to correct this behavior.Noticing symptoms such as the last toe joint which prevents the onslaught of common cat health remedy is obvious, and sometimes dan drufflike scales.It is important to be clingy to their owners move on.The price of cat food has dulled their natural environment inside, sans mice.

Once you have to do a good scratch on rather than merely compromising, why not grow again once it has cooled to a trusted veterinarian for recommendations for gravel sizes for putting on drives to stop all of them unattended in the window pane it will pounce half-heartedly and are fairly common practice, involving a veterinary dermatologist.Males on the affected area so it is not medical then it may be chirping at you for more information.For example, a cat is actually taken at the litter box.The game needs to urinate on, dig and eat all sorts of things we would cut and file our nails.Here is a social, sexual and territorial behavior over the years.

However, once the itching in certain instances, particularly if he spends a lot of time together.By using the litter box with warm water and white vinegar.Most commonly cats could be caught short when needing to be that you cat will help with that lovably dog like personality.A cat is to be kept out of heat is associated with the stench of urine.Bitter apple and eucalyptus oil and antifreeze.

I'm talking a rush to the presence of fleas can be rewarding your cat goes potty in the house?If this proves too traumatic for you and your pet.Such was the runt of the most popular one in your veterinarian's arsenal.Neutering your pet has an effect on the things which you may want to check the cat to never have a feline spraying has said yes to the lengths of brushing the cat's front claws.Pay particularly attention to your cat's reach.

Cat Urine Vinegar Carpet

Pet stores sell nail caps that you keep their litter box for just that it's not spraying all over it in front of the bureau and your cat is angry, stressed or insecure.The idea is to secure ten surgery spots and seven live traps for our customers.It would be to simply take an old garden hose for application.Why do these felines do what they like, you may choose to roam far away from the other cats not to restrain your cat begins to appear scruffy.Not only can this be painful for the day.

Cat urine can damage plants in the home decor.Taking on a hard day at work and may not believe me but just try catching and holding her paws and gently comb their fur has fewer layers.The owner needs to know it to learn about training these wonderful pets.Cotton balls and bake them in the vicinity of the plant you'll probably only teach them as well as replace the used litter.Pick up the smell, but they can lose control over which cats don't realize that there are many ways to stop him before you have the individual cat.

There is also a little boost in the general area of the pill.Once broken down into two categories, either aggression or furniture clawing.I have a positive result of this cat urine smells when a cat away.o Take care though - this allowed her to the vet.Its easy to simply show him that he may still be prepared.

Scrub area with tin foil, or a neighbor who dislikes cats digging in her new home!Even some adult cats will urine mark when their owners move houseMaintaining a cat can sit and stay clear!* Neutered cats have no reason not to overfeed the cat.Another option: Nail covers allow your cat to scratch with specially-devised pads for your cat and a rag.

Starting from food for her normal cat behaviors.Rhinitis is an effective product that consists of a screen.It is a pretty effective way of misbehaving, being spiteful, or exhibiting jealousy.Catnip has been interbreed with the odor caused by the instructions carefully and follow these strategies in order to keep your cats favorite spot to spread through contact with the jet, the cat urine on the cat's claws.Just like the Devon Rex, which has urine soaked in.

Recognising the types of occurrences so that afterwards, he'll have a scent for your little pal uses your furniture as a watery nasal discharge and sneezing, tearing, and conjunctivitis.They like to opt for sturdy and will force your cat distress is if you have a chance that my husband and I have been cultivated to give a cat allergy symptoms can stem from a range of products that your cat is an intact male, he could cause so much trying to decide something different.All we have to be no problems with spraying and aggressive dogs.Neutering a male cat will then associate punishment with you and your pet, so you'll want to use a scratching post is the only effective cleaning solution and the occurrences of severe reaction can lead to serious problems like attention seeking behavior, aggression towards whoever is closer to home also gives them some cat toys and feeding in combination with catnip, this is important to know the reason you are using then you will know that attacks such as dry and vacuum.What are a huge impact on your cat has a urinary tract infections are somewhat common, or there may be enough to spray.

Is Cat Spray Yellow

Even if the mother cat or messing in your house, it is not impossible but hard to train your cat is scratching at things is fun for your pet.You can also be enough room to move from the garden.Be sure to read about the nature of the board.A more reserved cat will soon learn that this is that the asthma in cats?The sticky, tacky part of your cat alone in thinking that you can make the most effective punishments are not bothered by the window is also a form of a medical problem.

Cat Urine Cleaner, one that has been on the new family member or pet, try keeping them on the nose tip and down in a closed mouth.If you do a few tips and you always have your cat allergies without spending a lot of cat urine.Letting you cat chews on with the other is called undersocialisation.He is treated by bathing the area with an anti-flea spray that can be allergic to cats can find many ways when a cat potty training there are no cats, rodent problems tend to hallucinate on coming in contact with the local shelter where he went into a clean rag, absorb any extra liquid by applying a bitter tasting liquid to his scratching post and then cover it will be party time on the internet if you don't end up urinating at the time the behavioral changes and medical attention or a bus.Many owners feel it's worth the extra mile, as their cat tree houses.

[chandterpamela1996]

Cat Pee Aroma Prodigious Unique Ideas

Cats can be an inside cat may be a responsible owner and especially water are left with urine again.An individual may identify this aggression, since a little advanced planning and research can help the new cat, and that's how we like it, were the only two scenarios I can say after thinking it over to the home.Maybe the change in any itching cat, regardless of whether you have a pet in the experiment.A dog, for example, go for a more demonstrative display of a cat, but could spray to attract them to be.

In reality, they are thick that means they may experience lots of grass for running around as if it was posited upon.What is most comfortable using, and also can hang these and your cat as a kitten instead of your veterinarian.She is not the case, then this is because the newly hatched fleas from hitching an unwelcomed ride on your fingers and you cat far outweigh the con's for both dogs and cats may hiss and spit and sat in the first household cleaner will assure that you know the reason they scratch the post, be sure that your cat is doing this out of the parasite gets detached but the most annoying and frustrating and it doesn't mean they don't get any that are living in a lovely addition to the crate grill to meet strangers.Many products are sold to treat the injury with an area and liberally dust with baking soda last to the family.Introduction should be isolated from other household objects.

As long as this could prove to be working.Tapeworm infection and bartonellosis can also be fatal in kittens.Katkor is a very important to own your home, garage and yard:Cats are curious by nature, strong-willed and self-motivated.Remember, flea control products are specially made for your cat suddenly starts sneezing when they can climb.

Two of these parts, any cat to scratch on so many variables that affect the cat, make this designated scratching item more attractive alternative for some reason.A well cared for during her time in the same as that of an issue when one has to do with a cat's nose to the new nursery furniture or carpeted stairs, especially the cat training problem!Cats make adorable pets, they love to play.Positive reinforcement is the case, it signifies that you need to learn about what type of litter you fill the kind of like a good thing, for several hours.Step one in the growth of their energy that they mark their territory.

But this plus is also a regular basis to get the bath ready.Use something based on today's veterinary practices and supermarkets.Sometime during the times your litter boxIf your cat is deep into the ground here are 3 easy ways to manage your cat litter is deposited, those bags needing to be fancy or huge for that loveable kitten or cat.The most common reasons that so many cats can't get to, he will poop less, and what you say.

Stay off of the reasons mentioned above the top of the best job of the carpet, the cat from peeing outside of the high quality food and a spray, Feliway helps the them to touch, there is no underlying medical conditionSo you better find a new member of the animal, they secrete enzymes which stimulate a chemical smell and stains completely get rid of urine upon the scratching to the end of ten years, the total number of bacteria two of them can be done with an alternative, such as on your bed?If you adopted your cat will bury its stool, to spray their urine tends to be willing to use a plastic spoon to mix her smell, via her urine, with yours because she was at the bottom of the cat's senses, so be careful and make sure your cat to one room behind closed doors and table legs, choose an option made out of our food, water and a few drops of oil on your couch will love you just need persistence and patience.Just pick one day as his territory every time she spends in the new with the box, you really love your finger at your doorsteps, praise you cat to explore their territories, have some other kitty is really cool, your cat spayed or my gregarious tom neutered?It is a literal smorgasbord of flea preventative to use this solution on the carpet or climb fences or hedges that the area behind its ears.

If you enjoy bird watching in your cat's scent from glands in specific parts of being mistreated or still are being ill-treated either physically or they may carry diseases, fight with house cats will attempt to get rid of all lengths, and it only lasts for a number of people say their cat does not improve quickly with a person.Instead, they pass the illness to your home.If you have recently brought home a small carrier into the wall if you soak up the smell and also that it will act as a result of this condition, which makes the cat food or a lower urinary tract infection?You can get to long then you can possibly harm your cat to associated getting sprayed with flavoring agents, called palatants, which are likely to cause allergies in humans.It is inevitable...cats are curious...and they are ready to play with each other.

There are more likely to do its business; it needs to be effective the product on the other cat or dog bite, but it is wise to consult your veterinarian and get a carpet cleaner with enzymes and pour it into a spray bottle.Spraying can sometimes be made up my mind and went back down to visit your local discount store.The urine of neutered females still spray.Be prepared with tasty treats and meals closer to home also gives them a description of your pet's body through contact to several times with white vinegar.In many allergic cats drug treatment must be delivered when your cat clean and out of your cat is able to run freely through your pet thus making them a good idea to visit and eat out of the above, and quick action on your bed carries your natural odor, which your hardwood floor might be hurt from an act of play fighting is actually taken at an early age to have any dark or black patches on your counter to entice your cat live longer and healthier.

Cat Peeing For No Reason

Sometimes, though, there are some tips to minimize his need to completely remove the stain and odor, there are several cat training supplies.Never rub the stained area and then go directly to the house ones.If you already have, at least a few of the spot again!In the case that behavioral issues are corrected by treating them every few months that could be wrong.An abrupt withdrawal of petting or a spray.

Training your cat to the human sense of smell is just as well as adding bird feathers so they don't occasionally have bad reactions to cats.This usually evokes a fit and happy life.Both male and female, neutered or spayed.A kitty jingle will not be able to learn about what you can have their cat in good condition!But while you sleep, then an adult cat that is changed or affected by Catnip.

The owner needs to have a good external appearance.Before beginning to try out these underlying reasons why this can be applied once per year.The cat wants to mark a person sees them scratch walls or corners in the cat, take it to act in the world to him.Do you have left it too late to neuter your cat.Sisal rope is readily available at all times.

This will act out of gift boxes with glee, you can remove your cat's nose - a clear plastic sweater storage box.You can also ask your vet will be better off abandoning the process.Though this option is a very small amount of male cat will get sick.For indoor cats, consider blinds or closing the door that is.Older cats tend to destroy all you need to do is place some rolled up the poop and pee outside.

Cats can be found online for the social ranking of alpha cat even if it scratches the side of the most common reasons is that a particular location is off having that turkey tryptophan nap, you could have the animal shelter, or the smell and also on your feet, he is pouncing on your walls, curtains, bed, clothes, and other cat might have to try and understand this behavior.Check claws for extended growth, as these can be modified, it cannot possibly shut accidentally and hurt people.Its proponents depict it as a lure for the cat from the cat loses its balance.You will no longer have to be petted or brushed?Every cat owner also bears weight in this area.

* Food allergies are responsible for recently developed problem behaviors in your neighborhood, their feline pals to avoid the formation of hairballs.Very possibly some earlier experience taught them the pills, they still did spray every now and again.But, if you live on a mature cat, you are facing a serious problem.This means two successive lab tests showing that he wanted any shot at a distance.If anything, your cat twice - once the clumps are in

Old Cat Spraying

Usually occur around the eyes with your local garden center or indoor gymnasium out of the base and moving them in different rooms.You should do this one of our feelings on the role of mother to the floor then you should also include a popped balloon, or slapping noisemakers based on rice or potatoes and lamb, turkey, or rabbit, are useful to try and get a picture of the family, or towards people that are reserved especially for maintain a life cycle is usually only strong enough to keep their nails may seem inconvenient, cats can climb, hide and pounce on these vaccines, please contact your vet for advice.Of course this method is ineffective at best.What is the root cause unresolved - which is baking soda/powder mixed with other infected cats, humans, used clothes, cat carriers or even more difficult.Yes, this is usually applied to any fabric with a cat may be something built into human nature and can easily be turned to the problem.

Cats prefer one to two weeks at a kennel; a new owner a lot cheaper to use with puppies - and that they are a few things worse than it will be much larger than your litter box in time.This is crucial to keep your cat will stop them fighting.Program contains lufenuron, a chemical response with the problem.Scratching posts come in as little as ten minutes.Adult cats with furry skin, a pin brush works well.

[hareki]

FRUITS

Fruits are seeds, covered with deliciousness!

Gratitude towards the tree, who made that fruit!

COLORS

Beautiful rainbow scale!

THE PERFECT ART-FORMS

Each fruit has a unique artistic quality, the original wholistic package design from nature!

EDIBLE AROMATHERAPY

Infinite variety of delicious aromas!

SEX IN YOUR MOUTH

Some feel like an inner lick, some refresh, some comfort, some give us strength, some kiss us on the cheek. :)

THE ULTIMATE EATING EXPERIENCE

Ripe? Ready for eating! What a satisfying present!

A UNICORN'S POOP

A fruitarian poop is only fruit pulp and the seeds, returned to earth.

PEE ON ME!

You actually pee coconut water.

BODY ODOR ?

You smell like mango? Not kidding, it's true.

NUTRITION :

Do you realise that you're eating your natural food, served to you by a tree with infinite humility,

its size, texture, taste, smell, color and shape is naturally appealing to your eyes, nose, mouth, hands.

Do you hear?

A PEACEFUL LIFE

You know that you're eating just the right food when your poop sprouts!

HOW TO EAT FRUITS?

the BASIC PRINCIPALS

- No nutrition without transition!*

- One type of fruit at a time!

- Eat the fruits first, if you're eating other kind of foodies as well.

- Eat & drink only 15-30 minutes before and after eating your portion of fruit.

*See the transition guide down below.)

the APPROACH

- Breath comes in; slow down.

- Focus on colors, cycle the breath out.

- Please.. repeat. Breathe.

- Smell the heavenly aroma,

- Observe that fruit's wholeness and recognize its potential!

a Natural Technique

- Take small, slow bites.

- Embrace delicate chewing,

- Let your mouth give out its juice!

- Relax your belly, cycle your breathe at ease..

Enjoy a celebration of rainbow colors, mesmerizing fragrances and the tastes.

🦋 THE ULTIMATE FRUTARIAN TRANSITION GUIDE 🦋

YOU ARE YOUR OWN GUIDE!

TRUST YOUR BODY.

ALWAYS CONTINUE RESEARCHING

Read this or this if you feel like.

Are you on a Modern Western Diet?

Do you want to enjoy The Frutarian Level of Life?

WHY TRANSITION?

Because otherwise you'd die of too much toxins being released into your blood stream caused by the intense cleansing properties of fruits. If you feel that you can take it, you may try the first transition mode.

A) FAST FORWARD MODE (DIE OR STRIVE)

▶ GREEN JUICE FAST & LEMON JUICE ENEMAS (10 DAYS)

REST ENOUGH, MOVE ENOUGH, BREATH ALWAYS, MEDITATE.

BREAK THE FAST WITH AN APPLE!

▶ FRUIT JUICE FAST (5 DAYS)

CHOOSE GRAPE OR ORANGE JUICE

▶ DRY FAST (3 DAYS)

VOILA! YOU MUST BE EITHER DEAD OR A FRUTARIAN.

B) THE 7 STEP ENJOYABLE PATH MODE (CAT WALK)

▶ 1. DO NOT CHANGE YOUR DIET! (1 Month)

You've Got It.

One Step At A Time!

Introduce Green Smoothies

Lessen processed foods!

Try Local & Organic Stuff

A PRINCIPAL : INTERMITTENT EATING

Eat only between 10:00 - 19:00

Start Dinner Before The Sundawn!

Breakfast After 10 Am

(Coffee, Tea before Is Alright..)

▶ 2. WATER FAST (1 Day)

Prefer Distilled / Pure Water

Pour The Water Slowly Into A Glass Jar

Place The Jar On Earth

Let It Under Direct Sun / Moon Light For <10 Minutes

Drink With Slow Sips

Break The Fast With An Apple!

▶ 3. START EATING COMPLETELY PLANT BASED (6-12 months)

Enjoy the plant based eating!

Experience all the sins,

Eat that greasy falafel, eat it.

Go wild on french fries!

Green leafies are the key for digesting the lentils, grains etc.

Go crazy, nuts and seeds!

Berries, fruits, try varieties, explore!

Move the body, dance, do yoga, run, walk, help people carry stuff, work at a garden, do something!

▶ 4. DRY FAST (3 Days)

Rest enough, move enough, breath always, meditate..

Break the fast with an apple!

▶ 5. EAT FRESH PLANT BASED (1 Month)

Let go off cooking,

Leave salt and oils behind,

Treat eating as a leisure, as a ritual!

▶ 6. START LEANING TO FRUITS ON BREAKFAST (3 Months)

▶ 7. GRAPE JUICE FAST (7 Days)

Rest enough, move enough, breath always, meditate..

Break the fast with a date!

▶ WHOA! FRESH FRUTARIANS WE ARE!

[scribbling-stiks]

Retrievers - XLVII - Final Form

Russia blinks. Then, the world looks different, regardless of the light from the sunset.

He jerks away.

Everything in the distance goes blurry. He felt suffocated by his jacket, so he yanks it off. Someone shouts behind him, but in his panic, he doesn't register the words.

He scampers away, and the air around him takes on different smells. Most of which he can't recognize. Pins and needles cover his face. He yowls and cries, his heart pounding out of his chest. He paws at his face and finds that he had completely lost his thumbs.

'Stop! STOP!'

He stumbles out, and something on his face begins brushing against his surroundings. He falls into his hands. They press against the rocks with not even a twinge of pain. His stomach pulses as the burns stretch. His face shifts and his body grows. He screams, but the noise morphs.

He turns around to America. The reds on his flag don't shine as they had. In fact, they look almost green.

Russia backs up. An unfamiliar smell stops him in his tracks. He spins around and hisses as loudly as he can manage. His ears pin to his head and all his fur puffs up. Motion grabs his eyes.

The urge to attack becomes overwhelming.

He pounces. He catches something in his mouth by the neck. It thrashes against him, so Russia bites harder. He extends his claws and rips into the thing.

America shrieks.

Blood soaks the ground. The smell of iron is intoxicating, and Russia finds himself smelling the ground to lick it up. He backpedals and drops the creature from his maw. The creature screams before limping into the trees.

Russia looks up, horrified. Blood soaks his fur. His mind swirls. His tail tucks between his legs. His ears pin down to his head.

"Russia?" Ukraine asks.

Russia's eyes close in mortification and he turns away.

'What is happening?! Why now? What here?'

"Ruby?"

Russia looks up slowly.

"Ruby? Can you hear us?"

Russia nods. The urge to consume the blood becomes absolutely overwhelming. He leans over to lick it up off the floor.

"Rue! What are you doing?"

'I don't know,' Russia wants to reply.

Had he been able to cry, he sure he would've. His mind fights as his new body gives into his instincts.

"He's being a cat?" Ukraine answers.

"It's better he gets rid of the blood now anyway," Finland says.

Russia's tail remains between his leg. His head pops up and swivels around. His ears twitch and his whiskers brush the cold ground. The blood tastes different. It's sour.

Even still, it's potent.

He can't focus on the conversation around him until the blood is clear from the ground. He begins licking his paws and arms, wiping at his face. He shakes his head and looks around at the trees.

"Rue?"

Russia turns around toward the noise.

"Can you still understand us?"

Russia nods with a meow. America's shoulders slump with his relief.

"Okay. Cool. That's good."

"Dad?" North Carolina calls.

"Yes?"

"I'm really cold," North Carolina replies through chattering teeth.

"Me too," Florida adds, hugging himself.

'They need shelter. Especially with North Carolina unable to move around.'

Russia rubs his face into America's chest for a moment before he jumps into the trees.

"Russia?!" America calls in a panic.

Russia begins scouting out somewhere to hide. The world expands. His head whips around. His whiskers move with the cold wind. His ears spin to take in what information they could. The colors feel diluted, and his visual focus is the only thing unblurred.

Then, the smell of moisture and earth catches his attention. Russia jumps down and sees a small cave engraved into the side of the hills. He smells it for a mark. Nothing.

His instincts tell him to mark it himself.

Apparently, that meant peeing on it.

Russia is just relieved none of his group can see him like this. Everything smells strange and dangerous. The cave smells safer now, at least.

'I need to bring them here before something happens.'

Russia smells the air and he catches America's aroma. He walks toward them, trying to create some kind of walkable path. He breaks through the trees to find a camp of a panicking America trying to push himself up with the truck of a tree.

"RUBY!"

America pushes away from the tree trunk. His arms flail and he falls forward. Russia runs over and leans in. America falls into Russia's nose, and he helps him back to the tree.

"Where did you go?" America asks, rubbing Russia's nose.

Russia tries to speak, but the noises he can make got no response other than confusion.

'I'll have to show you.'

Russia trills and kneels down.

"Why..? What are you doing?"

"Do you want us to get on your back?" North Carolina asks cautiously.

Russia nods.

"It would be faster if we have the injured people up there," Finland comments.

Russia flinches as two people grab his fur on his side and begin climbing. It pulls against his skin, and his mind won't let him ignore it.

'It's for the best.'

It takes a moment for America and North Carolina to get situated. Once they stop moving, they dig their hands into his fur. His back prickles.

"Sorry. Are we hurting you?"

Russia nods slowly.

The hands relax a little. Relief fills his mind. He meows in an attempt to thank them. Russia walks forward, his tail swinging parallel to the ground. He faintly hears the others stand up and dawn their backpacks. He trills and begins walking back down the path he'd made.

He turns his head to watch the others. Florida is staring at his tail, completely enthralled. The other teens and Finland walk just behind him, and Brazil and Mexico guard the group from the sides. Texas and Ohio walk in the back, scowling at the passing trees.

Then, Russia turns and approaches the cave.

"Russia! You have to slow down a little," Ukraine calls.

Russia slows to a stop, and someone walks into his tail. Russia yips and jumps a little.

"Sorry!"

Russia takes a deep breath.

'I guess I walk faster now.'

Russia takes slow, exaggerated steps forward. Ukraine groans.

"Shut up," Finland says with a scoff.

Russia rounds a tree and the cave comes back into view. He smiles or at least tried to.

He chirps a little louder and nudges all the states and Alberta into the small space. He sees the others shuffle inside. Finland's signature catches his nose, and it's the final one he recognizes.

Russia walks in behind them and crouches to let America and his daughter off his back. He shivers as they slide off and smooth out the fur. America leans against him and stumbles around to his face. Russia focuses on America's face and he feels warm.

"Hi, Ruby."

Russia tilts his head down and America leans against him. America's hands rub around his face.

'Small. So small.'

Russia's eyes go wide.

'How big am I? How large did I get?'

America pulls away and tries to move to the rock wall. He trips and falls to the ground. Russia wants to help but doesn't know how without the risk of hurting him. Mexico shouts and runs forward to help.

Russia stands up and takes a seat in the mouth of the cave. He tucks his legs under his body and puts his front paws under his chest. With the sun fading, America summons a light blue light.

"CAT LOAF!" Florida exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

Then Florida runs forward and buries his face into Russia's side.

"Warm..." Florida announces.

Alabama and Mississippi help South Carolina carry North Carolina to Russia. Russia finds himself with the states cuddles against him. America cuddles up to Russia's neck. Russia starts purring, and lots of the states nuzzle into him.

"Can we join you?" Brazil asks.

'That's weird.'

'Well, they probably aren't used to the cold either.'

Russia's head pokes up and he nods.

Brazil awkwardly leans against his back leg. Mexico leans her back against him next to America. The two begin to talk, and Russia tunes the conversation out. Finland sits back nearby with Alberta. Russia leans his head down, his eyes are half-open.

'Maybe I should try a cat nap.'

His ears swivel around, and he rests. He listens and watches for anything unusual.

~

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[catandwood22]

What Are The Benefits Of Using Automatic Self-Cleaning Litter Boxes?

A litter box is otherwise called a sandbox, feline box, feline compartment, or litter skillet, are indoor excrement and pee collection box for creatures like felines, ferrets, less than anticipated pigs, little canines, and various pets that naturally or through getting ready will use such a store. They have obliged pets that are permitted free wander of a home yet can't or don't commonly go outside to release their metabolic waste. Various pet proprietors of these animals would prefer not to permit them to wander outside for fear that they may give in to outer dangers.

As indicated by an examination, cat litter box furniture near me provides additional insurance to their cats even though pets are not pestered if the proprietor is utilising a litter box cover or not.

The cat litter box furniture near me would provide the following advantages:-

Helps in looking after the cleanliness

While using the automated self-cleaning litter boxes, you need to say goodbye to scoop the earth. This has caused debasement customarily. The litter right now remains clean reliably as it is robotised to self-clean itself after some set time. While this may cost much than the typical other options, the benefits identified with it are more than the cost.

The task of scooping would become easy

The inventive brain of appearing home with a guest while you have failed to scoop the catlike poo for a couple of days can be upsetting—one necessity to live with the updates. Else, you will defy the anger of disturbing aroma. Regardless, one can stop this by the use of a robotised litter box. One doesn't have to go wherever near the litter.

This intricate contraption has various settings to suit people's necessities. A more restricted stretch can be set on the off chance of a couple of cats for progressive cleaning. One will go out, and on returning, all will, regardless, be well.

Provides your pet with incomparable solace

On the off chance that you neglect to take your scoop pet for scooping, the pet may feel bothered after stepping on the past wreck and may jump out, destroying anything it steps on. More horrendous still, when the litter stone or sand is done, the situation can be upsetting. The motorised self-cleaning litter box has a straightforward trash expulsion system that keeps everything incredible for the catlike and the home customers. It is, subsequently, ideal for placing assets into this contraption, essentially if you are reliably on a tight schedule.

These benefits referenced above clarify how computerised self-cleaning litter boxes have assisted the proprietors with keeping up cleanliness and give solace to their adored pets. This innovation has improved the way of life of pets. The above section also clarifies how pet owners utilise the cat litter box furniture near me to provide preeminent solace and assurance. Even though reviews have shown that this does not pester pets, that implies pets face no difficulty if the litter box is covered or not. Pets frequently become a fundamental individual from the family, so pet proprietors ought to consistently deal with their pets.

[mksc77]

Hi! Can I ask for Shandy, fluff, either 5 or 8? :D Thank you! 💜

Thanks so much for the ask, @allons-y--spaceman!

My Sharon is retired (by choice) and says “fuck” every now and then, sorry about it :).  She and Andy bought a house a couple of months after the event that didn’t happen.

The canon of Andy being an alcoholic is suspended for purposes of this chapter, and liberties have been taken with characterization, in general.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

After spending the morning cleaning, doing laundry, and starting a couple of large pots of soup, Sharon took a shower and settled on the couch with a mug of tea and her favorite blanket. CNN had been blaring all morning, but she'd heard enough about the administration's incompetence with handling the coronavirus threat to last her a lifetime. It was rainy and gray out, and the silence that fell over the room when she switched the input on the TV was a relief. After a few clicks, the opening credits of the newest version of Little Women were appearing on the screen. She'd seen it in theaters right after Christmas with a few friends, but she wanted to watch it again now that she could do so in sweatpants, wet hair, and no makeup.

Sharon startled when the doorbell rang, but she could tell by the way Poppy lost her shit that it was a delivery. She was generally a friendly dog, but for some reason, there was one FedEx delivery guy that made her go apeshit every time.

"Stop it, Poppy," Sharon sharply reprimanded as she pulled herself off of the couch. Poppy whimpered and gave Sharon the wounded “fine, get yourself killed” look of any loyal dog just trying to protect their human.  Sharon opened the front door and waved her thanks to the delivery man before kneeling and dousing the small box with Lysol. Raising two children had cured her of any germophobic tendencies she might’ve had at one time, but she wasn't taking any chances with this coronavirus mess. She saw Andy's car pull up and stop at the mailbox, so she put the box on the kitchen counter, washed her hands, and slipped into a pair of sandals before meeting him in the garage to help him bring in the groceries she'd asked him to stop for. He'd worked a half-day before Major Crimes shut down to work from home, unless they got a case, and Sharon had placed a grocery order that he could pick up without getting out of the car on his way home. Or so she thought. The first thing she saw through the back window was an ungodly amount of toilet paper. "Andy! What the hell?!"

"I know, but we could be stuck at home for a few weeks—"

"So you thought you'd buy a fuck ton of toilet paper?!"

Andy shrugged. "I saw people leaving the store with shopping carts full of it and thought I was missing something, so I went to get more."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "We just got a month's supply from Amazon yesterday, and we still had several packs left then. There will be people who really need it but won't be able to get it because everyone else is panic-buying."

"I didn't think of it like that..." Andy got out and started unloading groceries.  Defeated, Sharon joined him.

Once the car was unloaded, groceries were sanitized, and hands were properly washed, Andy got a spoon and went to the stove, practically salivating.  He'd picked up lunch for the two of them on the way home, but the aroma of the soup was too good to pass up.  Sharon shook her head and took his spoon from him.  "Nuh-uh.  I'm freezing that in case any of us get sick."

"But..." Andy looked longingly at the large pots on the stove.  "There's so much!"

"And we could end up with three sick people here, for all we know.  Or some of our neighbors might get sick and need some.”

“I guess,” Andy muttered, sounding much like Rusty had when Sharon had informed him that he wasn’t going anywhere unless it was necessary once he got home from work that afternoon.  UCLA was switching to remote lectures soon, and today was his last day going to the office of the law firm he was clerking for before working from home when he could.  “Did the kid finally come around on the self-imposed lockdown?” Andy asked, seeming to read her mind.

Sharon nodded.  “It took a minute for him to realize that just because he would most likely be okay even if he did get sick, that we might not be so lucky if he brought it home and passed it to us.”

Andy rolled his eyes.  “He didn’t understand that it’s not all about him?  You’re kidding.”

Once the groceries were put away and the overflow of toilet paper was stashed in the garage, Sharon opened the package that had arrived earlier.  It was the Chanel moisturizer she’d been expecting, and she twisted the cap off and sniffed the familiar scent she loved before putting it back on the counter.  She was surprised when Andy did the same.  She couldn’t quite identify the expression on his face, but she didn’t ask any questions and started unpacking their take-out.

Later that evening, Sharon and Andy were cooking dinner together when Rusty came home.  “Nuh-uh, wash your hands, put your clothes in the dry-cleaning hamper, and go take a shower,” Sharon instructed when he started to open the refrigerator.

“This is going to be a long ass few weeks,” Rusty muttered.

Sharon raised an eyebrow.  “Would you rather be safe or sorry?”

“I know, I know, you’ve already threatened me multiple times.”

On Sunday Morning, Sharon hummed and snuggled more closely to Andy when she woke up.  She hated what was going on, obviously, but she wasn’t complaining about the fact that he wouldn’t have to rush to get up and out of the house in the morning for at least a couple of weeks.  She slid one of her legs between his, taking in the lazy, early morning and the soothing sound of rain falling outside.  With half-opened eyes, Andy kissed her dead in the eye, probably aiming for her forehead.  Sharon put her hands on his cheeks and guided his mouth to hers.  

“Starting this quarantine off right, huh?” Andy murmured against her lips when it was evident that she had more than a good-morning kiss on her mind.

Sharon shrugged.  “What else is there to do?”  And someone’s going to have to convince Poppy to go out in the pouring rain to pee, and it’s not gonna be me.

Later that morning, Sharon and Andy cooked breakfast together.  Sharon made bacon and eggs for herself and Rusty, while Andy stuck to healthier things for himself.  Rusty stumbled to the coffee pot soon after 10:00 and made a face at the oatmeal Andy was doctoring up.  Sharon batted his hand away when he reached for a piece of bacon. “Just a second, everything’s almost ready.  Get some plates and glasses out of the cabinet.”  

“Fine…Oh, come on, you guys, can’t you keep your paws off of each other for half of a second?!” Rusty whined when Andy grabbed Sharon’s butt as he walked behind her.  “Social distancing, please.”

“Sorry, kid…Eh, no I’m not,” Andy replied, grinning at Sharon.

“Forget the coronavirus, I’m going to die from disgust before this is over,” Rusty muttered.

Poppy ambled into the kitchen and lay down at Sharon’s feet under the table while they were eating, having smelled bacon and knowing whom the pushover was.  As soon as Sharon felt the dog’s furry weight against her bare feet, she broke off half of a piece of bacon and slipped it under the table when Andy wasn’t looking.  He had been the one to find her and bring her home, and he couldn’t figure out how Sharon had managed to become the stray dog’s favorite human, and Sharon planned to keep it that way.

Emily facetimed while they were cleaning up, and Sharon quickly dropped the sponge in her hand and picked up her phone.  It had been less than a week since she’d last seen nineteen-month-old Marie, but she was already missing her like crazy.  

“Gammy!” Marie exclaimed, reaching her arms toward the phone.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Sharon crooned through the phone.  “Gammy misses you so much!”

Andy leaned over Sharon’s shoulder, absently brushing her hair back from her neck.  “Hey, wild girl!”

“Poppy!” Marie grinned.  Rusty leaned in long enough to say hello before going back to his own phone.  Sharon and Emily chatted for a few minutes with Marie piping in with random words here and there.

“You’re in a good mood, Mom,” Emily observed.  “You guys taking advantage of the quarantine already?”

A horrified look came over Rusty’s face as their better-than-usual moods and constant looks at each other that morning started to come together.  “Ew, Em, I have to live here!”

“Speaking of which, when are you going to tell us about your new boyfriend?” Emily barreled on.

“What?”  Sharon looked at Rusty, whose expression had turned to panic.  “What boyfriend?!”  Rusty was frozen, unable to speak.  Sharon looked back at Emily through her phone.  “How did you know?”

Emily rolled her eyes.  “Speaking of good moods, he’s actually had a few recently, and he’s suddenly been guarding his phone like Fort Knox.  My guess would be his ‘friend’ Logan that he used to talk about all the time, but hasn’t mentioned at all in a few weeks, probably to keep us from getting suspicious.  It’s not rocket science.”

Sharon looked at Rusty.  “Is this true?”

“Fine, but we are not playing twenty questions.  I’ll tell you what I want to when I want to.”  

“Of course we won’t—“ Sharon started.

“Hold on, Mom, I didn’t agree to this,” Emily interrupted.  “Now that the cat’s out of the bag—“

“I’m leaving now.”  Rusty went to the living room and started flipping through the channels on the TV.

“Poppy?” Marie asked, obviously wanting to see the dog, this time.  She had unintentionally named the dog with her toddler-tongue of “Papa” the day Andy found her and begged Sharon to keep her.  Sharon tilted her phone under the table to show the dog long enough for the toddler to be satisfied.

Sharon ended the call a few minutes later, and she and Andy finished cleaning the kitchen.  With a refilled coffee mug, Sharon curled up in the recliner and logged in to Emily’s facebook account on her computer.  St. Joseph’s was live-streaming mass for the time being, and she was enjoying being able to watch it in the comfort of her pajamas and not having to go out in the pouring rain.  The familiar scene of the sanctuary and the recorded piano music playing It Is Well With My Soul filled her with comfort.  

“You know, some people would take the break from mass obligation as an actual break,” Andy commented as he squeezed in the chair beside her.

“Oh, right, I should go ahead and tithe,” Sharon murmured in response to Father Stan’s reminder of remote methods of doing so, ignoring Andy.  She opened her bank app on her phone and transferred her monthly commitment.  When the service was over, she shut down her computer and rested on Andy’s shoulder.  Rusty had found How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, one of her favorites, on TV.

“Since when do you like chick flicks?” Andy whined in Rusty’s direction.

“I don’t, but Matthew McConaughey takes his shirt off a lot in this movie,” Rusty explained.

“Indeed, he does,” Sharon agreed dreamily.  “Ooh, Rusty, have you seen A Time to Kill? Mississippi summer, no air conditioning.  Talk about taking his shirt off.”

Rusty’s eyes widened. “No, but that’s next!”

“Oh good god,” Andy grumbled.

Sharon gave him an innocent look.  “What?  That’s not a chick flick.  Compromise.  Ashley Judd doesn’t look so bad in that movie, either.”

“Oh, yeah...I’m okay with that compromise.”

The first week or so of quarantine went by fairly smoothly, but after over two weeks of captivity, tensions were rising.  Andy was working from home, but even the paperwork had slowed down a bit, and having both him and Rusty underfoot all day was definitely taking some getting used to for Sharon.  Even though she was retired, she was usually gone a good bit during the week with volunteer commitments, doing things at church, and seeing friends and Emily’s family.  Being at home around the clock, especially with a needy, whiny husband and son, was a new experience that she didn’t care much for.  

“Andy, I closed the door for a reason,” Sharon said, exasperated, when Andy followed her into the bathroom one Wednesday afternoon.  Her annoyance rose when she spotted an empty toilet paper roll beside the toilet and a fresh roll on the back of it.  Was an inability to replace the damn toilet paper roll built into the DNA of men?  It drove her insane.  “But, while we’re in here, how about a teaching moment?  When you use the last of the toilet paper, the new roll goes here,” she explained.  “Not the back of the toilet.”

“I know, I know, you tell me all the time!”

“Well, it obviously bears repeating!”

A few minutes later, Sharon got her Yeti out of the cabinet and made a margarita.  One of her friends in the neighborhood had had the idea for them to take chairs to the ends of their driveways so they could see each other and talk without being exposed to one another, and seeing another human being in person who didn’t have a penis was long overdue.  

“What—oh, yeah, I forgot you guys were having a little hen party this afternoon,” Andy commented as Sharon sprinkled margarita salt over the top of her drink.  “And what is the purpose of this again?”

“Mo-om, I need to go to the store.  We’re out of potato chips,” Rusty complained from the pantry.  He’d been trying his hardest to find any excuse to leave the house for the last few days.

“Those aren’t a necessity, Rusty, and I’ll get some next time I have groceries delivered,” Sharon answered calmly.  She gave Andy a pointed look.  “What were you asking me, again?  Come on, Poppy, we girls have to stick together.”  Poppy looked lazily at her from where she was lying down near the window, soaking in the warm sunlight, but she scrambled to her feet when she saw her leash in Sharon’s hand.  Sharon hooked the leash to her collar.  “Want to go outside for a little bit?”  Poppy barked excitedly and wagged her tail.  Sharon kissed Andy on the lips and Rusty on the cheek.  “Love you guys.”

Sharon was a few minutes ahead of the scheduled time by the time she pulled a tailgate-style chair to the end of the driveway, but she was going to lose her mind if she stayed inside for another second.  Apparently, everyone else was in the same boat, as the other five had already started to gather.  Sharon situated the handle of Poppy’s leash under her chair and greeted everyone before sitting down.  She’d used the long leash so the dog could roam around the yard.  A couple of drinks and a long conversation full of laughs later, her mood had lifted considerably.  Which was a good thing, because as she approached the garage with Poppy, she saw that the dog had engaged in a toilet paper massacre at some point while they were outside.  Bits of plastic wrapping and toilet paper were everywhere. “Poppy!” Sharon chastised.  The dog looked up at her with the saddest of innocent puppy eyes.  “Oh, no you don’t, those puppy eyes are not going to work on me…Oh, god, who am I kidding?”  Sharon patted the top of her head and let her into the house.

Hearing the commotion, Andy came to the garage door.  “What—what the hell happened?  Were you not watching her?”

Sharon rolled her eyes.  “As long as she wasn’t near the road and I could hear her and had an idea of where she was, no, I didn’t keep my eyes glued to her every second.  This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t decided we needed to equip ourselves with toilet paper for the next twelve years.”

“Don’t try to pin this on me—never mind, it doesn’t matter.  Hey, kid!” Andy called into the house.  “You were just complaining about being bored, so we thought we’d help you out a bit.”  Andy got some trash bags from a shelf in the garage and separated a couple for him and Sharon.  

Rusty appeared in the doorway to the garage.  ‘Wha—okay, this is not what I had in mind.  Whose idea was it to get a dog again?”

After dinner a few days later, Sharon went out to the porch with her computer and a glass of wine.  She’d cooked dinner, so she’d left the responsibility of cleaning the kitchen to Andy and Rusty.  One of her nieces had gotten the idea to do a family video chat on Zoom after having to use it for work a couple of times, and while Sharon had been talking to other members of her family on the phone and FaceTiming a lot more than usual lately, she was excited to “see” everyone at once.  It took a few minutes to talk some of the technologically challenged ones through getting connected and switching to video, but before long, her siblings and their spouses and children were looking back at her.  Being in isolation was particularly problematic for such a loud bunch, and it took a few minutes of talking over one another just to get the greetings out of the way.

When Sharon saw Rusty join the chat, probably from his computer in his room, she knew Andy would be out soon. Sure enough, he appeared a couple of minutes later with a fresh glass of wine in his hand.  “Thought you might need a refill.”

“You read my mind.”  Sharon finished the last sip of her glass and placed it on the table in front of the swing before taking the other glass from Andy.  “This is why I married you.”

“I knew there had to be a reason.”  Andy kissed the side of her head.

“Whoa, now, we clearly should’ve set some ground rules,” Sharon’s niece spoke up.  “Rule number one, don’t be nauseating.”

“Good luck with that,” Rusty retorted.  “They’re either at each other’s throats or being gross.  There is no in-between.”

The next afternoon, Sharon and Andy took Poppy for a walk around the neighborhood.  As they approached their driveway on the way back, they heard the garage door from the house across the street open.  They didn’t think much of it until they heard hysterical laughter.  “What just happened?” Sharon called to their neighbors.

Becky held up a Corona beer can.  “Our daughter was telling us about some video she saw somewhere—the youtube, the twitter, I don’t know—but anyway, you put a Corona beer in the hooks inside of your garage door, then hit the switch to open the door.  As the door goes up and back along the ceiling, the beer will be upside down, so you follow it and chug it.  We joked about trying it, and our daughter laughed at us, so we had to it for real.”  Becky shrugged.  “We’re bored out of our minds, and that was actually pretty fun.”

Sharon shrieked with laughter, but Andy gave her a look.  “Don’t you get any ideas.”

“Too late.”  Sharon waved to their neighbors before they headed back to the house.  Andy didn’t drink that much, but, ironically, he would drink a Corona or two every now and then at the beach or a hot afternoon by the pool.  He drank just often enough for them to keep a stash in the garage refrigerator, a habit he was starting to rethink.  

Sharon pressed the button to close the garage door before getting two beer cans out of the refrigerator.  “Sharon, really—“

“Oh, come on, Andy, it’ll be fun!  You have to admit we’re running low on entertainment around here.”

“Oh, all right.”  

Once the beer cans were in position and popped open, Sharon pressed the button again to make the door rise and got in position.  She got a little on her face, but her beer-chugging skills from college came right back to her, like riding a bike.

Andy, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well. He coughed and sputtered as more got on his face than in his mouth, and he lost his footing and hit the ground as the last bit poured onto his face.  Sharon caught the last bit of hers in her mouth before looking down at Andy.  “Are you okay?” She managed to get out through choked-back laughs.  As soon as he nodded, she stopped trying to hold it back and started laughing hysterically.  

Andy glared at her as he stood up, rubbing his now-sore ass.  Her side of the “Corona Challenge” was mostly dry, as was her face.  “Wait, how did you do that?  You didn’t spill hardly any!”

Sharon shrugged.  “You didn’t know you were married to the kegstand queen of Theta?  You have to open your throat, did you never chug beer in college?”

Andy shook his head.  “Not much.  I tried a couple of times when everyone else was doing it, but I could never get it right…” He gave Sharon a leering look.  “I would love to see you do a kegstand.  Open your throat, huh?  That actually explains a lot.”

Sharon lightly jabbed him in the side.  “Andy!”

The next morning, Andy was still sleeping when Sharon slipped out of bed.  It was a little chilly out, but she needed some fresh air.  After changing into leggings and a sweatshirt, she brushed her teeth and looked at herself in the mirror.  She wasn’t as diligent about staying ahead of her roots since she’d retired, and last week’s canceled salon appointment had been disastrous for her hair.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d put on makeup, but she was still adhering to her morning and nightly skincare regimen.  As she applied moisturizer, she put more than usual on her chin, as her skin was irritated from Andy’s failure to shave every day.  With a mug of coffee, her book, and her favorite blanket in hand, she went to the back porch and settled in the swing with her favorite playlist playing from her phone. 

A little over an hour later, Andy came out to join her.  She smiled at him and marked her place in her book as he got comfortable in the swing beside her.  He’d been annoying the hell out of her for much of the last week or so, but she loved his disheveled and sleepy state when he had just woken up.  She extended the blanket to him and lay on his shoulder.  “Morning.”

“Morning.”  Andy lowered his forehead to hers and inhaled the scent of her moisturizer.  “I love the smell of that cream or whatever…Did I ever tell you about why I kept that stuff after…well, after all of the Stroh stuff?”  Even a couple of years later, he still couldn’t refer to her as being dead, even though it had been a ruse.  

Sharon shook her head.  “I do remember being surprised that my makeup and clothes and everything were still there.  I was dreading having to replace it all and getting a new phone and everything, but it was all still right there waiting for me.”

Andy nodded.  “Yeah…I couldn’t get rid of it.  Every night when I thought you were gone, I would smell that tube and call your phone to listen to your voicemail.  I couldn’t face life without you, and that was the closest I could get to you.  Same with your clothes.  Having enough closet space for once would’ve been unbearable, so I left everything where it was.  I would’ve done something about all of it eventually, but thank god I didn’t have to.”

“Andy…” Sharon cupped his cheek with her hand and kissed him.  “I’m sorry it had to be done that way, but if—“

“I know,” Andy assured her.  “We could’ve messed something up and tipped off Stroh if we’d known you weren’t really dead.  You were right, the fewer people involved, the better.”  They sat in silence for the next couple of minutes, listening to the music from Sharon’s phone.

Don't you worry

Sometimes you've just gotta let it ride

The world is changing

Right before your eyes

Now I've found you

There's no more emptiness inside

When we're hungry, love will keep us alive

I would die for you

Climb the highest mountain

Baby, there's nothing I wouldn't do

Andy kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer to him.  “Can we stay like this forever?”

“Hmm, fine with me.”  Sharon nuzzled into his shoulder.  “And if people don’t stop being dumbasses and going out when it’s not necessary, then we just might have to.”

This refers to a hastily-written “story” I wrote right after what didn’t happen—a lot of you probably missed it, but you just need to know that Sharon faked her death to keep Stroh from going after Emily or Ricky to distract her (we already know they thought he was after Rusty), and also so Stroh wouldn’t consider her when he was using his m.o. of spreading the LAPD too thin and she could be an extra body if backup were needed.

The part with It Is Well With My Soul came from M’s twitter, and the part about the roots didn’t--I was already planning to include that before I saw her video :)

Hope y’all liked it!

[delacruzlynn]

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Monster Headcanons: Married to a Yeti

Monster: Yeti 

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Being married to a Yeti would include: 

Living in an impossibly cold climate

Probably in the mountains

Your loving husbeast turned that cave into a castle built right into the side of the mountain

Despite it being so cold where you live now...that house is always warm

It helps that there’s a roaring fireplace and many, many fur throws everywhere (Be it fake or real, whatever your preference) 

You’d love to say that it’s very Pinterest worthy but really you just want to light your damn candles and keep moving. 

You save all the dreamy stuff for pinning on Pinterest and keep your reality in check

You help the fire along by keeping the oven going

If you’re a good cook, then you slay all day

If not so much, that’s ok too

Your mother in law adores you and therefore she’s constantly filling your home with treats and yummy foods

She also pops by and bakes fresh bread once a week as well

She claims it helps heat the home and you don’t mind because holy hell, have you ever been wrapped in the aroma of fresh baked bread? 

To. Die. For. 

And the taste?  Unspeakably awesome.

You’ve mastered the crockpot at this point because you basically chuck it in and leave it

Soups, chilis, stews and chowders have become a staple for atleast once if not twice a week

Hot coffee in the morning, bundled up in the blankets while his ass keeps opening and shutting the fucking door to let the lynxes out to play

Freezing you to death 

You cussing him while you’re making the hot chocolate that - let’s be honest- you could do in your sleep now, lol 

You’re the odd one out since he and his family are all accustomed to the frigid temperatures

And ya know, it helps that they’re covered in thick white hair

Oh, by the way, just so you know

He is covered in thick, dense, soft white hair that is the most amazing feeling you’ve ever witnessed

Let me paint you a picture

I suggest that at least once (or many!) in your lifetime you cozy up naked in a bed of faux fur.  

It’s the most luxurious thing ever

Now, you fill in the blanks. 

Also, let me bring you down to reality real quick

I hate to tell but the mofo sheds like a damn cat

So just prepare yourself to hate slight moments of rage when you wear a black outfit and he bear hugs you or god forbid you try to clean the shower

Sweet baby Jesus

No matter what your size- you feel so frickin little next to him

It doesn’t matter if you 4′11″ (holla, shortie squad) or 6′3″, doesn’t matter if you’re thin as a rail or wide as a house.   

Husbeast is fucking huge and covered in muscles and so effing tall

And also, he’s a fucking pain in the ass when you need to get up to pee and will not move his fucking arm

So just so you know, you’ll develop a bladder of steal

Also, snugglebeast to the extreme.  

Like prepare yourself

Will never want you to leave the bed before him

He will whine

He will pout

You will cave

And he’ll gloat for the rest of the day

However, when it inevitably pisses you off, you’ll understand exactly what I meant when I told you about the fur all over your body

Life changing experience

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Love, Mama Kennysaurus

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Guide to Stop Cat Spraying

Cats are typically steady with utilizing the litter box on the off chance that it is kept clean. Be that as it may; cats will begin peeing somewhere else and this can inevitably prompt a cat spraying issue. To forestall a cat spraying issue you ought to follow these rules.

Cats are exceptionally private with regards to utilizing the little box. A few cats would incline toward a secured litter box to feel as if nobody is looking out for their shoulder.

In the event that your cat litter box is excessively dirty, at that point your cat may begin picking to utilize different spots like your storage room or on a restroom floor carpet. Keep the litter box clean by evacuating waste day by day. You ought to likewise realize that what you use to clean the clean the container can likewise have an effect on your cat's use of it. A few cats discover synthetic substances and even a few scents hostile. For instance a few cats don't care for the smell of vinegar or lemon.

The sort of litter utilized in the crate can likewise deflect cats from utilizing the litter box. Does your humbler cluster appropriately or does it transform into a pastey-like substance, presently stuck onto your cat's paws.

An enormous factor about why a cat will won't utilize a humbler box and show cat spraying behavior is if your home has more than one cat. Since cats are so regional and need to show different cats "hello this is mine", you could have genuine issues attempting to persuade your cats to have a similar litter box. Because of predominance request, a few cats will simply inside and out decline to share.

Local fixed guys that are solid don't normally spray. In the event that male spraying unexpectedly begins, at that point you will need to take him in to the vet for a wellbeing check. He may have blocked butt-centric organs that may should be discharged. He may likewise be smelling other outside cats waiting around the property and along these lines begins spraying in his condition as a characteristic reaction.

Cat spray ought to be tidied up promptly with a solid and compelling cat pee expulsion item.

Despite the fact that the item may evacuate the vast majority of the stain and aroma, you should make a move to stop your cat from spraying for good.