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bts-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 33 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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The doctors' office is a little too cheery for your liking. It's painted in bright sunshine yellows with smiling photos on the wall. Jin had said that his friend specialised in family therapy and so the office would reflect that but he had also assured you that the man had experience in Jungkook's level of anxiety.

The rabbit practically vibrated as he sat next to you. You wish there was more you could do to alleviate his anxiety but holding his hand and gently stroking his hair is all you can provide right now. You are just thankful that is only the two of you in the room. The doctor's secretary had allowed you to wait in the treatment room before the doctor returned from lunch away from other patients waiting for other doctors.

You glance at Jungkook's face, trying to gauge exactly how bad he might be feeling on a scale of hiding under the covers to an actual heart attack. So far he seems to be at the point of his eyes popping out of his skull. You try to pull him more into your lap in the protective way you've seen Namjoon do in the past. He settles a little more into your side but his demeanour doesn’t change. You want to say something soothing but you keep coming up blank."

Just as well, because the door opens and in walks a man can only assume is Jin's therapist friend. He is shorter than you had pictured, with round spectacles and the bald patches that come naturally to some with age.

"Good afternoon both! My name is Doctor Treiver!" he says cheerily "I was awfully surprised when Jin asked me for this favour, I was starting to think the man was never going to find a mate, let alone two."

"Actually there's seven of us, not including Jin so eight I guess." you supply awkwardly.

Jungkook cowers into your side trying to evade the therapist's gaze.

"Ah even better, the doctor deserves an entire family to spoil" The older gentleman smiles fondly. "Anyway enough about him. I assume we are here to talk about you?'

He turns to Jungkook making the rabbit squirm. You try your best to make him face the therapist but it doesn't work he buries his nose in your scent gland and refuses to move away.

The man raises an eyebrow at you but all you can do is shrug apologetically.

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I talk about me for a little while?"

Jungkook still doesn't respond so he forges on. He talks about being a dog hybrid and about his family: how his wife has gone back to school, and his daughters just had a dance recital that he'd been so proud to watch.

He eats up all of the time talking about himself. But miraculously it seems to distract Jungkook. He begins to unfurl, listening to Dr. Triever talk, he still won't offer any conversation of his own but he doesn't have a vice grip on your arm as the session draws to a close. He almost looks disappointed as the doctor winds to a close.

“Unfortunately that’s all the time we have, my next patient will be here shortly so we will perhaps have to take a rain check on me getting to know about you Jungkook. Jin has booked this session for you for the next few weeks, would you like to keep it?”

Jungkook nods slightly and Dr. Treiver smiles and claps his hands.

“Wonderful, that’s settled then, I’ll see you next week!”

The elder man rises and shows the two of you to the door. Jungkook’s arm wraps fully around yours again as he nervously makes his way through the full waiting room. Only when you are back at the car, does the colour start to reflood his cheeks.

“Do you want to drive?” You ask him as you approach.

“No.” He manages to squeak out.

You open the passenger door for him and run around to the driver's side.

“Are you hungry?” You ask

“Yoongi left us some snacks,” He responds.

“And Jin left us his credit card for your treat. How about you and I hook a laptop up to the big screen and start shopping for everything we need for the new rooms?”

He looks excited at the prospect and now you’re alone, his sunshiny attitude has returned and he babbles on about trinkets he wants to buy for himself and the others. It’s clear he has been thinking about this the most out of all of you since the house upgrades had been suggested. Considering you had all assumed he would be taking it the hardest you were all rather surprised by this outcome, but then he had only really spent ten months in the original hovel, and he was now being offered his wildest dreams (or his most reasonable dreams if Namjoon had a say).

You want to ask him how he is feeling following the appointment but you hold your tongue, thinking it might be better saved for a family meeting later this evening so he doesn’t have to rehash his feelings on more than one occasion.

As soon as you walk into the apartment Jungkook bounces into the kitchen and gathers his favourites of the snacks Yoongi left behind. In the meanwhile, you rummage through the drawers for a HDMI cable.

You play through Amazon listings like Tinder, adding yes’ to the basket and judging the hell out of the no’s. You find yourselves looking through more and more bizarre furniture listings until you stumble across tables with animal legs and chairs that look more like avant-garde art pieces.

Namjoon comes home early and crashes into the bed next to you. He seems less than impressed that you are adding so many things that he cannot buy you into the basket but Jungkook knows the right things to search to have him join in your little game. The rabbit puts the ugliest typewriter he can find on the screen making Namjoon physically retch. It has Namjoon snatching the keyboard away from him and you launching to get it back.

Namjoon catches you easily, keeping the keyboard far out of your reach.

“That thing is a crime against reality! You’ve both just lost your keyboard privileges,” he says.

He places the electronic on to the sofa and then readjusts you into his lap properly.

“We are just putting things in the basket, right? You’re not actually buying anything?” Namjoon asks timidly.

“We haven’t bought anything yet no… only because we thought getting things delivered here would cause logistical issues,” you shrug.

“Then I guess I can play…” Namjoon confirms.

He places the keyboard back into your lap and wraps his arms around you so he can type. Jungkook cuddles up to Namjoon’s arm and your game continues. Namjoon’s mind is much more creative than yours and Jungkook’s had been. He enters things you would’ve never thought of pulling up bizarre appliances and inventive contraptions, he also finds some rather concerning yet arousing intimate apparatus that has you blushing and hiding your face, even though the thought is intriguing. Apparently, Jungkook feels the same way as you hear a whine involuntarily escape his throat.

You are interrupted from going any further as the door slams open and Jimin and Yoongi walk through. You haven’t realised how late it had gotten.

The pair join you in your little game until Jin comes home. You had wanted to wait for Taehyung before you ate dinner, but he rang and told you he wouldn’t be able to leave his family estate until very late today. So you all eat without him, leaving a plate of leftovers in the fridge with a note for him.

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Taehyung pov

Returning had become a tedious exercise long before Taehyung had met the pack, now it was practically unbearable. Unfortunately, as the tax year came to a close, his parents' businesses required more attention, and by extension more appearances of their eldest son.

They had been disappointed with him for a while now. A series of tawdry flings and a couple of minor arrests in his late teens had really made them lose faith in him. No one could blame him for the way he acted, there was always just so much… pressure. And having skipped out the night before in favour of watching you and Jungkook had done nothing to enamour him to them right now.

“You waste so much of your potential Taehyung,” His father sighs dejectedly.

“You knew last night was important, why weren’t you here?” His mother implores

Taehyung doesn’t know how to answer exactly… He hasn’t exactly mentioned the pack to his family. They wouldn’t approve of him partnering with someone they deemed to be in a lower economic class. He explained his absence from the family home with a selection of trips, flings, and slumber parties to try and offset the amount of time he was spending away. He was sure they had their suspicions, after all, he always returned reeking of specific scents. The knowing glances his sister kept shooting him confirmed that he wasn’t being as subtle as he had hoped.

He had rather hoped to find a time to introduce them to just Jin to start with, sure they would accept a doctor as his partner. Although it kills him to think they may never meet you or Jimin or anyone else, not as his mates anyway. He can’t risk losing his trust fund by pissing his family off too much though, he needed it to support all of you.

“Ah Eomma, I told you, I was at a friend's and had car trouble. I promise it won’t happen again,” he replied.

“It better not young man, you know this is an important time for our company. You need to be seen at all events.” His father said sternly.

They sit through an incredibly awkward family meal of food that is far too fancy and nowhere near filling as Taehyung’s father explains each of their roles in the coming weeks. As per usual, Taehyung is to be seen and not heard. It is all pretty standard, His family have given them the same role since it became clear he was probably not going to be the head of the entire business (They only gave him the visa business as it was their least lucrative asset)

However, at the usual end of his father’s speech, he pauses and looks at Taehyung directly.

“You’re not going to like this part Taehyung-ah, but it’s time,”

“Time for what?” Taehyung asked, suspicion peaked.

His parents look at each other, a silent conversation passing between them until his mother nods.

“Time for you to marry,” His mother continues

Taehyung sits there with his mouth agape like a goldfish. His siblings shuffle uncomfortably on either side but he can’t work out if it’s a sign of surprise or guilt.

“We have spoken with the Hirely family and we believe their second daughter would be an advantageous match for you.

The Hirely’s are a family that owns a lot of businesses in similar facets to the Kim’s.

“That’s absurd. You cannot expect me in this day and age to agree to this!” Taehyung shouts.

He slams his hands on the table as he stands in indignation.

“Sit back down Taehyung!” His father shouts. “Their second daughter is a perfectly acceptable young woman and it is time for you to stop with this behaviour of yours. If you do not accept, we will be forced to exclude you from the business,”

“Look, Taehyung, we didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left us with no choice. Your reputation reflects poorly on our family dear. We really do believe this is for the best,” His mother has the gall to look guilty about the situation.

The room is silent. Taehyung grips the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. He is left with very few choices. He can go through with the engagement, he can come clean and become immediately disowned, he could accept the engagement and hope to convince her to call it off, or he can bargain. He makes his excuses and leaves the house trying to think of his exit strategy.

The obvious choice is to turn them down flat, but then he wouldn’t be able to help provide for the new lifestyle you had all been getting so excited over. Then introducing his family to just Jin would be potentially messy, the entire pack would need to know the situation and he would have to expose how… old fashioned his family were. Going ahead with it to try and get her to call it off was even riskier, he had no idea what was at stake for his supposed bride.

By the time he returns to Jin’s flat everyone is asleep, he tiptoes passed the three of you in the living room and into the kitchen for a drink but when he opens the fridge, he finds the leftovers with Jimin’s note attached.

Taehyung-ie we missed you Yeobo, eat well and sleep well, Love.

He smiles and kisses the note before slipping it into his pocket and scarfing down the leftovers. He sits at the breakfast bar and watches you, Jimin, and Jungkook as you sleep. He watches as you and Jungkook cocoon Jimin in between you, nuzzling into his scent markers and making him whimper a little in his dreams. He knows right then that giving in to his parents is not an option.

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The next few days continue similarly for you and Jungkook. You grow bored of looking for new furniture that you can’t have yet and move on to paint swatches. But there is only so much you can do without a wall to paint.

Next, the pair of you try baking, but it only takes Jin seeing the state of his kitchen after an all-night shift to put a stop to that (Jungkook had never used a blender that was able to start without its lid before, how was he supposed to know it would spray that high…

You suggest gaming but Jungkook had only bought his switch without the tv dock so you have to pass the console back and forth.

You had never realised how tiring it was to think of things to fill your day. Even at your parent's home you had managed to find things to do like study or clean or read. But Jin’s place was spotless (save the batter on the ceiling) and his books were largely medical journals that were far too wordy.

You contemplate asking Tae if you can go back to work for a few days a week, but he always comes home so late and seems so busy at the moment that you never get the chance.

Eventually, you and Jungkook settle into a routine of TV and napping, and maybe a little fooling around in the process. The others all shake their heads as they walk in after work and see the two of you curled up together yet again.

Before you know it the week rolls around again and it’s time for Jungkook’s second therapy session.

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Jungkook still attaches himself to you with a vicelike grip as you walk into the doctor’s office. This time dr Treiver is already waiting for the two of you, large grin in place as he says his hellos.

Jungkook manages to squeak an introduction this time and you find yourself exceedingly proud of him. He doesn’t manage too much more, although he occasionally nods to the doctor’s questions. Dr Treiver writes some notes on an iPad about the limited motions Jungkook provides.

“I’m glad you’re feeling more open this time Jungkook, I know this isn’t easy for you. I hope we can build a much more successful relationship over time. For now, though would it make you feel better if I also asked Y/N some questions,”

The rabbit looks at you uncertainly but you nod and put him at ease. If it will help him, you don’t mind.

The doctor doesn’t really ask you anything of interest, he mostly just asks for surface-level information, things similar to what he spoke about the week before. You tell him a little about your parents and your husband, nothing you haven’t told the pack before. Then you tell him a little about your life now. It makes you blush talking about how happy you’ve been. Jungkook smiles wide and his grip relaxes as he listens to you.

Once again the session comes to an end without Jungkook having said a word. He is however sitting independently now, having shuffled away a tiny bit so he could look at you better while you spoke. You noticed that the doctor wasn’t paying particular attention to you anyway, he had been watching Jungkook’s body language the entire time.

You take him to the drive-through for ice cream after this session. He is far less wound up than the last time.

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He finally talks to the doctor in the fourth session. He stammers, he stutters, he fumbles his words. But he talks.

Not about anything in particular, he avoids a lot of questions and mostly focuses on other people. He talks about Namjoon’s new book, Yoongi and Hoseok’s song, Jin being too tired. It sounds like a whole lot of nothing to you, but Dr. Treiver leans in like it’s the most fascinating information in the world. And for all you know about psychology, it might’ve been.

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Eight weeks after work began, you are informed that the building work on the outside annexe you had requested has been completed. It’ll be another six or so months until the main house is completed, but Jin’s lease was coming to an end and he hadn’t wanted to renew it for a full year if it wasn’t going to be necessary, hence the addition of what is essentially a granny flat in the yard.

You and Jungkook head out to see it after everyone heads to work. You’ve set up for two large beds and some sofas to be delivered ready for you all to use. Taehyung and Namjoon promised to meet you there later to help move things around. But for now, it was just you, Jungkook, and an empty building waiting to be painted.

The granny flat had four rooms: a bathroom, two bedrooms, and open space for a living room with a small kitchen. You had asked for the living room and bathroom to be fully decorated and ready but Jimin had thought it would be more fun if you could put your own spins on the bedrooms and personal spaces. Taehyung and Jin had moaned a little about the manual labour, but Jungkook had puppy dog eyes that no one could refuse so he and Jimin got their ways.

You cart in a selection of paint can swatches and set about pasting them all onto the walls. You start in the first bedroom. Jungkook picks ten colours for himself leaving you with ten more and you both get to work. He starts on the wall facing the window and you start on one with less direct lighting and then you switch.

You stand back and swipe hair out of your face, after finishing 20 foot-by-foot squares.

“I think we might have gotten too many options…” You point out.

Jungkook stands back to admire his work as well.

“I’m not sure we have enough…” Jungkook counters.

“You don’t like any of them?”

“I like all of them, but I’m not sure any of them are right for us,” he shrugs.

“Well this is only our spare rooms, they don’t have to be perfect,” you reason

He whines dejectedly in response and you hold your hands up in surrender.

“How about a combination of these?” You point at your favourite of the cream options and a blue. “Looks kinda like the sky, we could do something with that,”

“Maybe we should have someone paint a mural?” Jungkook suggests.

“Or you could paint one for us,” You say.

Jungkook had a few paintings and supplies he had been working on through the week that had caught your eye, he really came with many surprise talents.

He contemplates the idea for a moment, then his hand flicks up as if mimicking a brush. The only problem is, he is still holding a brush, one loaded with paint.

Paint that is now splattered across your t-shirt... You look at him with mock indignation. He begins to apologise, but before he gets the chance you pick up your brush straight from the tin and splatter blue all down Jungkook’s jeans.

“Hey, mine was an accident!” He pouts

“Mine too,” you shrug teasingly.

He growls, although the sound is rather unthreatening, and closes the gap between you, hugging you close and printing his paint splatter onto you in the process.

You think that might be the end of it until you feel the brush bristles against the fabric on your bum. Jungkook giggles as he draws a pattern, keeping you restrained with one hand.

He lets you go when he is finished and you turn to see the reflection in the window. There is a little bunny emblazoned on the left cheeks of your jeans.

That begins an all-out war. Paint gets poured over heads, and handprints can be found in suspicious places by the time you surrender.

“We should shower,” he says, looking down at himself

“We don’t have any towels,” you point out.

“I don’t mind watching you air dry…”

“Why do I feel like that would lead to something where we might have to shower a second time!”

“I mean we could just do that in the first shower… two birds one stone,” he winks.

“We also don’t have spare clothes,” you reason

“I’ll text Namjoon-ie to bring us some,” he counters.

You can see the horny glint in his eye and know you’re fighting a losing battle, it would be best just to do as he wants. And so you do. He tells Namjoon you need new clothes, and the older man doesn’t even think to ask why, he just lets you know he will be around 45 minutes, an amount of time Jungkook deems as perfect as he takes your hand and escorts you to the new bathroom so you can ‘christen’ the shower together.

Masterlist

Send me asks - doesn’t have to be fic related. Can be smutty, thirsty, fluffy, angsty, whatever you’re feeling regarding BTS. Can be literally anything doesn’t have to be BTS

two chapters to go... unless... I may have planned a 36th chapter but it has more extra content than the actual plot, maybe an epilogue

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop fic #kpop smut #namjoon smut #bts imagines #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #bts hybrids #hybrid bts au

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ginandoldlace · 3 months

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HMS Montagu aground on Shutter Rock, suffering a 91-foot (28 m) gash on her starboard side. Unable to free herself from the rocks,

At 02:00 on 30 May 1906 , Montagu ran aground on Shutter Rock, suffering a 91-foot (28 m) gash on her starboard side. Unable to free herself from the rocks, she slowly filled with water; twenty-four hours later, her starboard engine room and all of her boiler room were flooded, among others. Her crew counter-flooded the port engine room to prevent her from listing further to starboard. Divers inspected the hull to determine the extent of the damage, which proved to be more serious than initially expected. The bottom of the ship also received extensive damage, including several other holes and the port propeller shaft having been torn from the hull. The starboard bilge keel was also ripped from the hull, as was the rudder. The wreck rested on a fairly even bottom, so there was hope that the ship could be refloated

Since the Royal Navy had no dedicated salvage unit, it turned to Frederick Young, a former Royal Navy captain who now worked as the chief salvage officer of the Liverpool Salvage Association. Young was at that time the foremost expert on marine salvage in Britain, so he was hired to advise Admiral Sir Arthur Wilson the commander of the Channel Fleet, who had no experience in salvage operations. The navy initially hoped to lighten the ship by removing the medium and small-caliber guns and other equipment that could be easily taken off and then to pump out the water so that the holes in the hull could be patched. By the end of June, some twenty pumps had been assembled on the scene, with a total pumping capacity of 8,600 tonnes (8,500 long tons; 9,500 short tons) of water per hour. Difficulties with pumping, owing in part to the subdivision of the internal compartments and the need to reflood the ship during high tide to keep her from suffering more damage before the hull could be patched, led the salvors to give up the operation

Wilson next sought to remove armour plate from the sides of the ship and to erect a series of caissons , at which point a powerful air pump would be used to blow the water out of the hull. The caissons repeatedly broke free even in mild seas, and the air pump failed to have the desired effect. Her sister ship Duncan herself ran aground whilst trying to help the salvage effort, though she was successfully freed. At the end of the summer of 1906, salvage efforts were suspended for the year, with plans to resume them in 1907. However, an inspection of the ship conducted from 1 to 10 October 1906 found that the action of the sea was driving her further ashore and bending and warping her hull so that her seams were beginning to open, her deck planking was coming apart, and her boat davits had collapsed. Having failed to refloat Montagu, the navy decided to abandon the project. Further material was removed from the wreck, including her main battery guns, which were later re-used in other vessels.The Western Marine Salvage Company of Penzance completed salvage of the wreck for scrap metal over the next 15 years. The court martial convened for the affair blamed the thick fog and faulty navigation for the wreck. The trial was held aboard HMS Victory . The ship's captain, Thomas Adair and the navigation officer, Lieutenant James Dathan, were severely reprimanded, with both men being dismissed from HMS Montagu; Dathan lost two years of seniority in rank as well.The wreck site, which now amounts to little more than some armour plate on the sea floor, is a popular diving location. Divers have also located parts of her gun turrets and shells that were not recovered during the salvage operation. In September 2019 the British Government granted the wreck site—including the steps which had been chiseled out of the cliff during the salvage effort protected status

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hardestgrove · 2 years

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All my posts suddenly reflooding the tags rn:

#train.txt #the mungr0ve tag must look INSANE now ldjcjskks

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fendercan3 · 2 years

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9 Simple Techniques For Pest Control

RIFAs are attracted to electric currents and also are recognized to nest in as well as around heatpump, junction boxes, and comparable areas. They are omnivorous; hence they will assault most things, living or dead. Their financial impacts are felt by their damage of the seeds, fruit, fires, and plants of countless indigenous plant types.

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He lives for just a short time after breeding. A lot of insect varieties survive the winter, or overwinter, in the egg stage, awaiting the springtime thaw, when waters cozy and the eggs hatch. A few vital species spend the winter as grown-up, mated females, relaxing in shielded, awesome areas, such as cellars, sewage systems, creep rooms, and also well pits.

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Big lakes, ponds, and streams that have waves, have mosquito-eating fish, and lack marine greenery around their sides do not have insects; insects grow in smaller bodies of water in safeguarded places. Examine your house as well as neighborhood and also take the following preventative measures suggested by the New Jersey Agricultural Experiment Terminal: throw away undesirable tin containers and also tires; tidy blocked roof covering seamless gutters as well as drain level roofings; turn over unused wading swimming pools and various other containers that tend to gather rainwater; modification water in birdbaths, water fountains, as well as troughs twice a week; clean and chlorinate swimming pools; cover containers securely with home window screen or plastic when storing rain for garden use throughout drought periods; flush sump-pump pits weekly; as well as supply ornamental pools with fish.

The tag lists those bugs that the EPA concurs are successfully managed by the product. For usage versus adult insects, some fluid insecticides can be combined according to direction and also splashed lightly on structure foundations, hedges, low bushes, ground covers, and turfs. Do not overapply fluid insecticidesexcess spray dips from the sprayed surfaces to the ground, where it is inadequate.

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#Insect Spraying

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critgemhero · 5 years

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Hey someone help me figure out how to not get hyperfixated on overwhelming emotional/embarrassing moments in my life because I'm in my "NYCC 2018" flashback faze where all I do is obsessively think about and take apart that panel incident on YouTube and wanna cry :)))

#critical role #every time i think I can forget it all comes flooding back #i know I promised i wouldn't talk about it anymore but for some damn reason all of that anxiety and humiliation keeps reflooding back #whenever i forget about it for long periods of time #mental health

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positivelysebastianstan · 6 years

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mix these all together and you get my mood ever since Monday.

#flooding sux #the store I manage was flooded on Monday #started cleaning on tuesday #reflooded again late tuesday night #corp thinks we can reopen in a day #really????#then we have to help a neighboring store and I have ladies on a planned vacation #I can do a lot but I'm not a miracle worker #personal #my mood for the week #but I'm still holding it together mentally #not so much physically

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charlie-b-t · 7 years

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How have you been since the disaster?

not super great— we are back in the house, but only the front room is livable. We have set up mattresses in there and put down a rug we found so we at least dont have to wear shoes in the house anymore?? And we can sit and rest and stuff, so its a little less stressful to be here.The cats are still with a friend because there is nto yet a single room without a big mold filled cupboard in it, but we literally just do not know what to do with the cupboards so we are at a standstill there. Fun things weve learned about this house:-It was built by drunk gnomes.-my room was never insulated at all, which explains why i was always so hot-the corner of my room floods EVERY TIME IT RAINS and ALWAYS DID-the back bathroom(which was always broken) sits at an EXTREME ANGLE-There is a sinkhole under the house-the bathtub drain was never connected to anything. Hence the sinkhole-The house is always shifting and cracking though i kinda already knew thatso yeah, thats why no updates here. i still dont have my computer set up to draw, which is why i havent been around or have just been drawing on paper.

#sorry to rant i just hate this #we also accidentally reflooded the kitchen and half the front room taking out the ruined dishwasher #we closed off the line to it and carefully drained the tube and everything #we did it totally right #but it turned out that knob was broken so all this hot water shoots out in a huge comical flood #and my partner has to run out to turn off all the water to the house #and everyhing is just kinda always liek that all the time #one step foreward and two steps back

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wildxwired · 3 years

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Here is a possible prompt- It has been an insane week for Ian and Mickey, Mickey has been busy training their new hires, Ian has been running their pick ups, they haven’t spent any time together. It’s finally Friday and it’s time to unwind. What do they do?

Oooh this was a fun first prompt 😊 Thank you so much for popping by! I hope this is what you had in mind.

Drown In You

Friday - 5:45PM

Ian’s got an extra pep in his step, and it’s only partly down to the free edible gummy samples from his last drop off of the day. He uses the tip of his tongue to fish out a piece of lemon drop from between his back teeth as he pulls the ambulance into the apartment parking complex. There’s still a pack of medicated cola cubes in his pocket, and it’s only because they’re Mickey’s favourite that there’s any left at all.

The business has been doing great. So great that they’ve taken on more staff and a second ambulance, all of which has been under Mickey’s command while Ian’s been trying to single handedly run the show on their regular pickups. It’s great, the expansion, really, it is - but they’ve been apart all week, barely catching glimpses of each other at the end of the day as they pass to and fro between the kitchen and bathroom, and Ian misses Mickey something terrible. He misses his stupid jokes and his obnoxious giggle, misses waking up to Mickey’s little protective paw on his shoulder or hip. He misses having Mickey all to himself.

At the thought of his husband, Ian hops down from the ambulance and power walks to the elevator. He’s excited for the weekend ahead, mostly because they’re not doing a single damn thing. Nope. Nada. Nothing. The exact opposite from this crazy week of hell, and he can’t wait to hang out with Mickey for two whole days.

“Mick, I’m home!” Ian calls as he shoulders the door open, bags of snacks and edible goodies in his arms. The apartment smells so good, like garlic and carbs, and the smell hits Ian at the exact same moment as his last edible, making him salivate. “Holy fuck, it smells good in here.”

Mickey shuffles in from the living room in sweats and socks and an old blue tank top, an open drink in one hand and a full beer in the other. He looks pleased, even possibly relieved, like Ian might have any other reaction than utter joy to coming home to his husband and a home cooked meal after a stressful week.

“Thought your gigantor ass deserved a decent meal after living off cereal and microwave pizzas all week.” Mickey hands over the beer as Ian drops the bags onto the counter.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Ian sighs, grabbing the beer and then quickly pulling in his husband along with it.

Mickey grins, leaning close for a kiss before suddenly pausing. “You smell like sugar and bong water,” he accuses. “You were at HighLyfe weren’t you?” Ian gives an innocent shrug, dipping his hand back into the bag to pull out the baggie of cola cubes. Mickey snatches at it, “Fuck yes! Gimme!”

Snatching the baggie back, Ian takes out a single cube and holds it between his own teeth, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Mickey.

Mickey snorts and calls him a dork under his breath, but still dives for Ian’s mouth.

Saturday 2:15AM

Ian’s lips are so kiss swollen and bitten they buzz beneath another onslaught of Mickey’s kisses. He’s got each of his long limbs curled around his husband’s compact body as they make out aimlessly on the couch, never mustering more than the occasional crotch grind. The edibles have weighed their bodies beneath a thick amber blanket of bliss, pleasantly trapped in a cycle of lips and breaths.

The TV screen is blank, and all that can be heard above the low crackle of the fire is sticky sweet kisses and soft little pants.

They’ve been at this for hours, after dinner and dessert and a movie and more dessert. Just kisses upon kisses, getting lost in the wet familiar warmth of each other’s mouths. Ian can still taste the cola cubes at the back of Mickey’s mouth, and he’s determined to lick at it until all he can taste is himself.

Later they’ll sleep, coiled together like nestling springs, and after that they’ll fuck for hours until they’re hungry again, but for now this is all they want. It’s all Ian needs to breathe, the weight of his husband on his chest, mouth covering his, hands on Mickey’s cheeks as Mickey’s fingers cling to Ian’s hair.

Tonight and for the rest of the weekend they’ll soak in each other, recharge and reflood each other’s senses, and Ian’s never been more happy to drown.

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