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246sn · 4 years ago

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mc enemiez! ( ✶ ) chapter 01 : mama // don’t miss the written chapter below! // word count : 1.2k

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ‎𐪆 despite jungwon being a #humble leader, he was kinda salty about the fact that his almighty title of the “youngest leader in k-pop” has been taken by blackpink’s brand new juniors. the world goes against jungwon’s wishes in staying as far away from her as possible when they both end up being the new mcs for ‘the show’. ₊˚✸ ༘

arcane were absolutely excited to attend their first ever award show and why not start with a bang and attend the 2021 mama. though they were not going to be receiving any awards that day, they were going to be performing their title song ‘luv u’ with a never before seen dance break.

hi the rest of the story is below !

“jiyeon? is that you?” a male voice called out, making all the members look at where the voice was coming from.

“oh? sunoo sunbae?!” jiyeon said, waving happily.

you and yoonah looked at each other with somewhat confused faces but shrugged it off after remembering that jiyeon is basically friends with everyone, before looking back at the group who were currently walking closer to yours. you looked at your members before bowing to the group who did the same soon after.“it’s enhypen sunbaenim.” whispered jihye.

“oh! i forgot to introduce him to you guys, this is sunoo sunbae. he was three grades higher than me in school but he left a few years ago.” jiyeon says, making everyone nod in realization.

“nice to meet you guys! i can’t believe our school’s social butterfly has debuted!” sunoo says, making jiyeon nod in agreement.

the entire interaction seemed awkward to everyone except the two schoolmates who were doing some catching up. so, everyone just went back into their own social circles in fear that the staff might scold them for interacting with a group of the opposite gender.

unfortunately for you, you accidentally made eye contact with one of the members who seemed to be burning holes through his intense glare. it scared you so much that you turn your back to face yoonah.

“who’s that?”

“which one?”

“the one with the purple hair. don’t look for too long though.”

“what are you two babies whispering about?” meiju squeezed in.

“that guy, the one with the purple hair. who is he? don’t look too long.”

both of them obviously didn’t listen and stared straight at him for a good 10 seconds. he immediately realized and looked away, trying to talk to one of his other members but didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was upset.

“you both turned into giraffes trying to look at him, way to be secretive.” you said, mentally face palming yourself at what your members just did which made the two chuckle.

“isn’t that yang jungwon? we talked about him… like last month? i forgot why we talked about him though...” meiju said, making you and yoonah let out a few oohs and aahs.

“is he mad at me or something?”

yoonah questioned you, “why would he? you two met like 5 minutes ago.” she asked while meiju simply nodded in agreement.

you three immediately got startled when jihye squeezed in as well, “what are you three talking about? i finally escaped the awkwardness of listening to jiyeoni and sunoo sunbae catch up in life.”

“we were just talking about the guy with the purple hair, jungwon sunbae.. don’t bother looking, please. i can feel him glaring at me.” you said in a low whisper but once again, jihye didn’t listen and made accidental eye contact with jungwon.

“are you talking about jungwon sunbae? do you have a crush on him, y/n unnie?” jiyeon says loud and clear right behind you, making the four of you face her and deny it immediately, apologizing to enhypen who probably heard the entire thing.

“ah, quit talking nonsense jiyeoni. come on, i think aespa sunbaenim are going to finish up soon.” you said, putting your arm behind the youngest’s back and pushing her towards the beginning of the line.

thankfully, your predictions were correct as the staff soon came up to you and informed you to prepare for the red carpet. arcane all huddled up into a circle to get ready for a small pep talk.

“okay girls first, we need to stop talking about people right in front of them.” you began, making all of them start giggling. “second, we look so expensive and rich so we need to rock this red carpet! let’s show these people our yg pride!”

cheers came in from all the members before you placed your hand in the middle of the circle which made all the members do the same. “one.. two..” you begin before the rest continues chanting with you, “arc! arc! arcane! let’s go!”

the members were patiently waiting for the staff to lead the way to the red carpet before jiyeon turned back to the enhypen members and said, “it was nice meeting you all! fighting for later’s performances!��

with that, arcane cheered for enhypen and bowed once again for their final goodbyes which was reciprocated.

“let’s do this!”

yoonah says confidently, earning small cheers from you and jiyeon before being led to the red carpet. thankfully, it ended up being a success with all of you answering the interview questions and looking good in the photos.

now, your manager was leading arcane to your designated dressing room but on the way, you crossed paths with enhypen. right as both groups finished bowing, you all realized that jungwon walked right past arcane and ended up searching for their dressing room alone.

this left most of the enhypen members in shock of what just happened. so once your group continued your walk to the dressing room, you looked back to see the member with pink hair pulling two other members away while another member giggled with sunoo.

the arcane members, on the other hand, were trying their best to laugh off the shock they just experienced. what made jungwon so mad that he just had to storm off like that? maybe he overheard the group talking about him earlier? or maybe something entirely different?

while some of the members were warming up or recalling some moves for your song’s dance break, you were instead pacing around the dressing room. of course, at a time like this you were overthinking.

arcane was just a one month old group, you didn’t want any of your seniors looking at you or them in a bad light. you desperately wanted to fix whatever happened to make jungwon so upset but you had to push that aside for now.

“y/n, please gather all your members. you’ll be performing in 10.” your manager says, making you nod and count down all your members.

one, two, three… where’s jiyeon?

“where’s jiyeon?” you ask jihye while you helped her put on her in-ear and microphone.

“jiyeoni? she went to the restroom.”

“ah, okay. all done!”

with that, you immediately rushed out of the dressing room to fetch jiyeon from the restroom but was soon met with the chest of yang jungwon himself. he looked at you with pure shock on his face before giving you a mediocre bow as an apology then practically running away.

“that’s it, i’m just going to text her.”

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⸝⸝ NOTE ‎𐪆 jungwon and y/n’s first meeting 😝 how are we feeling

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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 3 years ago

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So, Thanks to Them…very intense, very awesome…needs more skarlow though. Basically what if Skara was in Thanks to Them?

A fun idea! I’ve done some ‘Skara joins the gang in the human realm’ stuff before, but nothing relating to ‘Thanks to Them’ specifically. Though don’t expect this to be a full-blown rewrite, I’m afraid. It’s mostly how I think Skara could be integrated into certain important moments.

I also think at this point Skarlow would be a background crush, like Huntlow is now, only with Skara instead of Hunter crushing on Willow. That doesn’t mean Skara replaces Hunter though, just that Gus takes on Willow’s roles during Huntlow moments, more as a bro then anything shippy.

•When the group heads to the Noceda house, Skara, in her Entrails uniform with Grudgby armor over it, is worse for wear, bruised and scarred. She’d be on the right of Willow, looking down, saddened by everything in the last episode and unable to look Camilla in the eyes at that time. She’s in Luz’s room while the other girls are learning about alarm clocks from Vee, her Scroll in hand but trying and failing to get it to turn on.

•Later, in the opening montage:

-Skara comes out during the costume portion looking similar to her Beta design courtesy of AWeirdLatina, striking a rockstar pose with her arms up in the air, holding drum sticks.

-When everyone’s putting up art of people they miss from home, Skara puts up a drawing of Viney, the only Entrail not with them.

-She gets a scene where Camilla gifts her a güira, a traditional Dominican Republic instrument that resembles a tall Alexa-shaped cheese grader with large bumps on the front with a side handle. Skara uses it, and does really well, but accidentally uses it to cast a shockwave that knocks everyone back and destroys the Noceda TV.

-When everyone else runs out in the rain, Skara comes out with Willow and Camilla. After Willow takes the first photo, Skara runs out to join the others, encouraging Willow to join them, which she does.

•Skara is the best of the Hexside squad at sounding like she knows Spanish, able to match all the vocal elements of a native speaker, but doesn’t know most of the words or how to properly order them. When she tries to say ‘Hello Miss Noceda, it’s lovely to see you again,’ she accidentally states, ‘Farewell Mr. Noceda, you’re a terrible fire hydrant.” Still, Willow can’t help but smile at how Skara sounds when trying Spanish.

•During the search montage, Skara tries on a ‘witches’ hat in the Magic Circle, giggling at Willow’s use a pitchfork. She also clutches to Willow for dear life during the giraffe reveal.

•At the museum, Skara is the only one to notice Vee’s crush on Masha, smirking at her knowingly as she blushes.

•Later at the Halloween festival, Skara would be dressed as a Bard. Not an Owl House Bard, mind you; a traditional flamboyant and fancy one. Think like, Dandelion from The Witcher, complete with a lute.

•During the fight against possessed Hunter, Skara taunts Belos from atop her staff with a silly limerick about why Belos sucks. He knocks her out of the sky first, and the impact knocks the wind out of her, causing Willow to panic. Here, Willow holds Skara’s head, while later Gus holds Hunters. Skara blushes at this, and Vee gets her revenge, as she smirks knowingly back at Skara while Willow isn’t looking.

•Before leaving for the Demon Realm after Gus, Skara gives a stage bow, saying ‘Thank you Human Realm! You’ve been a wonderful audience!’

#the owl house #skarlow #thanks to them #rewrite #Skara should have been in the Hexside gang #headcannon

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years ago

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babysit side effects

A/N: This was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long, Ihope it was worth it. Please let me know what you think, and if anyone has any requests please let me know!

summary: Can you write a fic where richie and eddie are babysitting one of the losers kids, and it makes them realize they want a kid of their own? Thank you :)

warnings: curse words

‘Okay, so let’s go over this again. Sophia has her first bottle of milk at 7:30 am, followed by her second bottle of milk by 11:15 am. At 12:30 she eats either fruit or a vegetable, and then at 3:15 he has another feeding time, this time a vegetable or fruit depending on what you gave her before, and then at 6:45 she has her last feed which is milk. Do you understand?’

Richie nodded somingly, even when he had to try hard to keep his laughter in, the serious and panicked look on Stan’s face too much to handle.

‘Of course Staniel, don’t you trust me to take care of your kids for a day?’

There was a beat of silence, during which Stan stared at Richie intently, trying to gauge if he was serious, or if he was just trying to provoke him. Then; ‘Off fucking course not Richie. Patty take your bags back inside, we’re not going.’

Laughter poured from Patty, who was just loading in her bag in the backseat, straitening up and walking closer to them. When she got close enough, she reached out and plucked Sofia out of Richie’s arms, her in hand holding her by her bum, while the other on supports the back of her head.

She coos at her daughter, full of love and not an ounce of annoyance anywhere visible on her entire face, despite the fact that Richie saw her slobber all over Patty’s blouse only minutes before she had to leave.

‘Sure we do Rich,’ Patty assures him while she grants his a kiss against his cheek as goodbye. ‘Stan and I wouldn’t have asked you if we didn’t think you were up to the challenge. Besides, we’re only going to be gone for a night, and we’ll return first thing in the morning. If anything goes wrong he can call us.’

There only off to help Patty’s mom move into a new nursing home for the day and night, but it’s the first time that they’ve been away from their children since Sofia was born, and Richie insist to make their time away free of all concerns. That is if they finally leave at least.

Stan kisses his daughter on the forehead holding her close for one last moment, before allowing Patty to hand her back into Richie’s awaiting arms.

It shocks Richie’s that baby’s are so small, though he knows logically that everyone was that small at one point or another, it’s one thing to know it, and another to actually see it.

‘Eddie is here too, so there’s two of them.’ Patty and Stan resort to a silent stand-off, holding a none spoken argument that Patty wins, if her smug smile is anything to go by.

‘There are also two children, so let’s hope they can handle both.’ Richie fake gasps, moving to hold his hand up in faux outrage, but stops when he is reminded of the, albeit barely there, weight of little Sofia, who is now fast asleep on his chest.

Knowing when to be serious, Richie lets his facade drop, Bowing down to catch Stan's eyes, before smiling reassuringly. ‘We got this Stan, trust me.’

Stan smiles back without a moment of hesitation,’ I know. If anything happens to be my babies, I’ll kill you in your sleep.’ The serious expression on his face enough to make Richie gulp, regardless of the fact that he knows Stan doesn’t mean it.

‘Copy that sir.’

‘Speaking of our two babies, where’s Emily?’ Patty demands, turning in a circle in search for her but not locating here.

‘I’m pretty sure she roped Eddie into dress up and having a tea party with her, so I think for the sake of Eddie’s sanity, we should leave now.’

The bolstering laugh from Richie is way too loud on the peaceful morning most of Stan’s neighbors are experiencing, but Patty joins him, so it’s not too bad. Suspiciously, Patty pauses right after to stare longingly at her daughter, her eyes becoming a little wet.

‘Alright, let’s go. Give Eddie my best.’ She hugs Sophia one last time, then turns away to sniffle and hide her tears, no doubt a little sad a the prospect of not seeing her girls. Richie moves to comfort her, but Stan is on the case, and he can do a much better job than Richie, no doubt in his mind.

Richie stands there uncomfortably, rocking baby Sofia back and forth, and staring at her sleeping face to avoid stalking the two lovers in front of him.

He only looks up when Stan loudly proclaims their leaving, ‘come on Babylove.’ Waving at Sophia likes she’s about to wave back. After, he carefully hugs Richie’s side, avoiding squashing Soph while also deeming his goodbye to Richie.

He too is reluctant to leave Sophia and Emily in the care of Eddie and Richie, but not because he doesn’t trust them, he just finds it hard to go anywhere without them.

They still leave regardless, after ten more minutes of saying goodbye, then they finally leave, turning the corner right as Eddie comes out of the house checking up on Richie to see what was taking him so long.

When Richie turns to face Eddie, he shrieks with laughter, not managing to contain himself. Patty’s old lipstick red dress that has holes in the sides of them and a little bit of dirt on one of the sleeves looks good on Eddie, even if Richie may be a bit biased and thinks everything looks fantastic when it’s Eddie that’s wearing it, but it’s the pink crown and staff that he’s holding, and the murderous leer he’s showing, that has Richie cackling like there’s no tomorrow.

‘Don’t you fucking dare, asshole.’ Eddie swears menacingly, but Richie can’t take him seriously, not when Emily scatters out of the house to tug on the bottom of the dress, the three year old herself slipped in the princess dress Eddie and Richie gave her as a present on her birthday a few weeks back. He bets Eddie didn’t expect it to backfire this way.

‘Uncle Eddie come on’, Emily whines, the three year old wearing an frozen Anna dress that is a tad too big on her, ‘The others are waiting on us.’

The other include, mister giraffe, Amika the horse, and Elsa, all in the form of stuffed animals gifted to her by various losers when they came to visit.

‘Yeah uncle Eds, it’s rude to keep the guest waiting you know.’ Richie eggs her on, smirking in delight when Eddie unsuspiciously flips him the bird, but follows Emily anyway, off to indulge her in whatever she requests him to do.

His laughter caused Sophia to wake up again, and she fuzzily bangs her tiny fist on Richie’s chest, as if to convey that she’s mad she was awoken. He tries to bounce her gently up and down, to et her settled again, then changes his mind and enters the house on a whim, trudging up the stairs to join Eddie and Emily in her playroom.

Getting close enough to the door to hear Emily’s voice does the trick, as he expected it to. Sophia calms down, now resorted to peeking up at her uncle, a gurgle escaping her throat while she fists around a piece of his hair, giggling happily.

Richie’s heart melts a little, while he gets hit with an enormous amount of love and affection, and he starts to understand why Patty and Stan were so begrudged to go anywhere without her.

Her blanket, the one she has on her at all times, is still pined safely to the front of her beanie, bunched up in the hand that is not pulling one of his curls. He catches a glimpse of Eddie, folded nearly completely in on himself, forced to sit still in a chair that is even too small for Emily to fit in properly, sipping on a tea cup but making 100 % sure the side of it doesn’t touch his bottom lip.

Emily simpers, lifting her own teacup to her mouth with a pinky stretched up as a greeting to him, chastising Eddie like he is the kid instead of her, when Eddie stretches upwards to grab a muffin.

Doing a poor job of hiding his laughter, Eddie takes notice of Richie staring at them from the door opening, at first looking vex, but then an emotion crosses his eyes that Richie can’t define. He shakes his head and focuses back on the table, but not fast enough to stop the sentiment from getting picked up by Richie.

‘Well, it looks they’re too busy for us right now. It’s just me and you then. Don’t give me that look bumper’, the nickname Richie duped her after finding out that her name was chosen after they saw it on a bumper sticker slipping out effortlessly, not with standing the arguments of Stan. ‘She can not find out about that Richie. I swear to god, I will keep you away from her long enough until I’ve convinced her that everything you say is a lie.’

‘I can be a good replacement dad for the day, just you wait and see.’

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Five hours later, when the clock strikes 3:15 pm, Richie struggles with the preparing the baby formula, and he can’t figure out what he is supposed to do. There is milk that needs to be added, but when he mixes the powder and the liquid with one another, a sticky, soup of residue is left behind, and that is impossible to taste good.

Embarrassingly, Richie resorts to researching the internet, clicking on video after video to find the same brand Patty and Stan use, to be absolutely assured that he’s doing the right thing. Then when it finally hits him over the head that it is supposed to look like that, he can’t get the temperature right.

The first time he puts it in the microwave he warms it so hot that he can’t even grasp the bottle in his hands, dropping it and staring at the milk that leaked all over the floor, cursing his life and every decision that has brought him up to that point.

The second one is still cold, and he briefly considers giving the baby cold milk, before he remembers Patty’s warnings and places it back in the microwave, when he takes it out, it’s hot enough to make him release a hiss.

He gets more and more frustrated, his emotions pilling on top of each other to leave one huge dump of distress that he can’t possibly take on too, not alongside two kids, and it only gets worse when Sophia has a fit and starts crying.

Richie’s earlier tricks to calm her down don’t work, not even after a few tries, so with a groan, he throws in the towel and yanks out his cellphone, feeling like a complete and utter failure.

‘Hey Richie, do you know where Stan and Patty keep their desserts? Sophia is craving something sweet and I used the opportunity to have myself a little break.’

Eddie pauses when he steps foot in the kitchen, hey eyebrows coming together to frown when he takes in the disheveled state Richie is in.

‘What’s wrong?’ Richie shakes his head uselessly, his shoulders shrugging helplessly while gesturing towards Sophia who is nestled against his shoulder, her cries muffled but still audible.

‘I don’t know how to prepare milk.’ Eddie has the audacity to snort, a sound that Richie has never heard coming from him, so he’s helpless to let out a small one himself.

‘Don’t laugh at me Eduardo, I’m in a deep crisis right now and I require your help.’ Walking closer, Eddie accept the bottle handed to him, the word ‘auch’ escaping from him at the warmth burning his palm.

‘My help? Why me?’ Eddie asks, shooting Richie a questioning look. A pink red sticker is hanging on his forehead, Richie then notices, but since Eddie is apparently blissfully unaware of it, Richie keeps it to himself.

‘Well Eds, I assume you have enough experience with babies, you know. Since you were treated like one your entire life?’ He winces when the words leave his mouth, his mind too preoccupied with Sophia to think twice about what he was about to speak in existence.

‘Fuck you, dude. And don’t call me Eds asshole.’ Luckily, Eddie waves the comment away with the tip of his hand, doing his signature move where he pretends to karate chop the air. ‘Come here, give her to me for a second.’ Eddie suggests, and Richie obliges, handing her over with extreme caution, even when she very willingly goes.

‘You’re uncle Rich is a bit of an idiot huh? How about we go and see how we can prepare your- well it’s not dinner yet, let’s say afternoon snack?’ Sophia quieted down as she got comfortable in Eddie’s arms, one of his arms beginning to prep the formula, again, during which the other held her up and close.

He then leaned in to whisper something in her ear, not loud enough for Richie to decipher what they were talking about, but it caused Eddie to gleam again, and even Sophia let out a big grin, happily going along with whatever her uncle Eddie was proclaiming.

The sight of a baby in Eddie’s arms, his eyes twinkling in pure adoration, his grin wide enough to show teeth, while he rocked her back and forth, made Richie want to beg Eddie to raise a child with him.

He dismissed the idea soon enough though, for if Eddie had a wish for kids, surely he would have said something by now. But he knows already that the image was going to haunt his dreams for a long time, the mesmerizing sight of what could be, or could have been did not plan on leaving his mind any time soon.

He must stare for a tad too long, Eddie feeling his gaze upon him so he glances up, their eyes meeting. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but before he can he is interrupted by Emily, impatient from waiting too long or her cookie.

‘Uncle Eddie, what’s taking you so long?’ She complains, rolling her eyes when she notices that Eddie is holding her sister.

‘In a minute sweety, I’m just helping uncle Rich out right now.’ Having an excuse from being in Eddie’s proximity while he’s holding a baby, Richie jumps on the opportunity to get out. The fact that he missed his other niece aswell guides his decision too.

‘I’ll play dress up with you for a while Princess Ems.’ He bows down extravagantly, acting as if there is real royalty in front of him.

‘Don’t you want me to teach you how to prepare milk?’ Eddie summons, his voice edged with a tint of confusion at Richie’s sudden interest to leave.

‘You can teach me about that later Eds, she needs her drink three times a day.’ Richie reassures him, fiddling with his thumbs while he begs Eddie to let the subject drop.

‘But uncle Eddie was so cool, all my friends wanted to meet him.’ Emily had yet to grow out of the phase where she us jealous of her little sister, so her whole argument isn’t about Eddie specifically, it’s about her not entertaining the idea of anyone giving her sister the light of day from who she demands it from.

But that’s alright. Richie is nothing if not persuasive. ‘Aye, that’s true but they have yet to meet me’, Richie performs, making use of the pirates accent and langue he had to learn for an audition. Emily giggles in delight, easily swayed when it involved her uncle Richie, and even more so when it had to do with his voices.

‘And if they don’t wanna know a seadog like me, I’ll force those scallywags to walk the plank. Aye. Now let’s go, heave-ho upstairs so I can be introduced.’

Emily nods enthusiastically, practically running up the stairs two steps at a time, and Richie follows with just as much energy, yelling ‘aye’ or ‘are’, every so few seconds. In his haste, he is oblivious to the same longing look Eddie gives him, when he sees him interact with a child.

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It’s a long day, and Richie can feel the bone deep exhaustion creeping up on him when he eventually makes his way over to the couch, Eddie dozing on the rug with the baby monitor still in his hands.

It’s not even eleven pm yet, and Richie knows that Eddie would be more relaxed in a bed than the sofa, but he also knows that they’ll be awaken more than a few times during the night, so he lets Eddie sleep.

In the wardrobe in Stan and Patty’s living room, Richie discovers a blanket, big enough to cover both him and Eddie, so he takes it, vowing to wash it before they get home. It’s soft and fluffy, and perfect to sleep with, but as soon as he tucks it around Eddie, he shits up, all sleep vanished from his eyes.

He blinks up at Richie, shuffling closer to him while disposing of the baby phone on the ground next to were they are seated, and rearranging the quilt till every part of their bodies is covered with it.

Eddie’s head lays on Richie’s shoulder, while one of his arms rubs up and down his arm and shoulder, grabbing strands of his arm hair with him sometimes, which is just what Richie needs to stay awake, the small jolts of pain keep him on his toes. And that’s necessary, he discovers over the next minute.

Without facing Richie, Eddie drops a bombshell like he’s never done before, causing Richie to choke on his own spit. ‘I want to have a baby.’

I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, the words play on repeat in his head, ricocheting of the walls and tumbling but sticking none the less, Richie brain turning into mind numbing fizz, absolutely no thoughts besides Eddie words formulating.

The coughing alerts Eddie, who sits up straighter, looking back Richie’s way with wide eyes, as he looks on on the natural disaster that is about to concur in front of him.

When his brain comes back online, mortifying is not even big enough a word to describe the shame Richie feels for his reaction, so, he resorts to what he always does; using humor as a blockage.

‘Christ Eds, I don’t think that possible. You know, question of having the right body parts. It’s a shame really, me and your mom.-‘

‘Beep, Beep Richie.’ Eddie interrupts him strictly. ‘I need you to be honest. No jokes, just you.’ That’s a hard task, since it’s become second nature to Richie to use it as a defense mechanism, but for Eddie he’s willing to try.

‘And before you say anything, let me talk first’, Eddie insists, waiting till he gets an approving nod from Richie to continue. ‘Today, seeing you with Sophia and Emily, I realized that you’re so good with kids. And before today I honestly didn’t think I wanted children, but I guess that I didn’t want them with Myra, but I do want them with you. What do you think?’ Eddie prompts, trying to gauche Richie’s reaction, but even Eddie sometimes has trouble doing that, and now is one of those times.

Holding his breath nervously, not even Richie’s hand grabbing his is enough to calm him down, his fingers drumming against his upper leg.

‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.’ Richie entrust Eddie, his body visibly relaxing when it’s clear that Richie is at the very least not going to yell at him for suggestion kids in the first place.

Their lips meet in the middle of Stan’s couch, the house around them eerily quite while the two of them are stuck in a haze together, blissfully unaware of what’s happening outside of their bubble. It’s a reassuring kiss, their lips lazily in sinc, neither in a rush, to help calm both of them down just a little, before diving head first into the deep shit again.

‘Are you sure you want to have kids with me? Because today I fucked up her stupid bottle. I mean, who can’t warm milk? And I don’t want you to hate me over something that I can’t do. I’m scared I’ll put all this weight on you and you’ll resent me for it, and I can’t have that, Eds, I can deal with everything else, but I can’t deal with you hating me.’ Richie proclaims, out of breath and sucking in large gulps of air.

Eddie pulls his face closer to his, both of his palms on either side of Richie’s head. ‘Listen to me dipshit, cause I’m only fucking saying this ones. You could murder someone in front of me, and I would roll with it okay? I came out and left my wife, and yeah, part of that was because of me, but I would have never understood what those feeling were if it weren’t for you. I love you Richie, and that’s never going to change no matter what.’ Eddie pauses, searching Richie eyes for confirmation that he understood. ‘Dipshit’, he added when he found it.

Richie let out a titter, one of his hands coming up to cover Eddie’s and leaning into the touch.

‘If you’re only worried about not knowing stuff to do with the kids, than I can help with that. That’s what a relationship is. I teach you things, and you teach me. Besides, there’s going to be a specific choir assignment, because there’s no fucking way I’m cleaning a baby’s diaper.’

‘Well then, Edward Francis Kaspbrak, it would be my honor to have a baby with you.’ Eddie’s face it up, through and through genuineness this time. No annoyance or irritation anywhere in sight, so of course, Richie had to change that.

‘Again, not biological because that would be impossible.’

‘Shut the fuck up asshole.’ Eddie grabbed a pillow to whack Richie full in the face, laughter pouring out of him when he accidentally knocked his glaces off.

‘Hey Eds, you might want to learn how to control that temper of yours, we wouldn’t want our beloved child to adapt the same words right?’

‘Seriously, I’ll fucking murder you if you don’t shut the fuck up.’

#reddie #reddie fluff #kid fic #richie tozier imagine #eddie kaspbrack #eddie kaspbrak imagine #My writing #it chapter two imagine #babysitting #stan as a dad #sort off #eddie kaspbrak as a dad #richie tozier as a dad

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drivingsideways · 5 years ago

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Coda/ missing scene for Algebra: an outline, following from the last paragraph, but before the last line. READ IT FIRST BECAUSE IT’S BRILLIANT AND YOU WILL THANK ME.

Yo, @isaekkiya and @rain-hat come collect your trash

It still takes another year.

It takes another year of Yeong wandering the world, setting things right where he can as the Kingdom of Corea’s man in the UNPKO, or at least trying to stop bad situations from descending into absolute disasters. He learns to love Shahrukh Khan, and cheap Russian vodka. He consumes goraasa be dama by the potful and gets hooked onto cinnamon tea.

He starts sending pictures to Gon: a black cat with a single white patch of fur around its left eye in Istanbul, a sunset in Isfahan, the domes of Samarkand.

At first, they’re just pictures of things and places, he doesn’t add anything to them, no thinking of you or I miss you. He figures it doesn’t need saying; he’s never understood those postcards that said wish you were here. Of course you do, why else would you be sending a fucking postcard.

Gon replies with his own pictures.

Well, the first twenty are just Maximus, but the twenty first is blurry, as though the lens were dipped in water; it comes on New Year’s Day- or New Year’s Eve, in Yeong’s time- a view of the palace from the island, it seemed Busan was having a rainy start.

Gon had kept with the tradition, after all, Yeong thinks, and hesitates only for a moment, before writing back, I miss him too.

So it goes.

The first time he calls Gon, he’s been holed up in a tent in an Amazonian rainforest for twenty straight days because the rain just hasn’t stopped.

It’s April; in Corea, the azaleas must be in riotous bloom. Yeong stares up at the towering canopy of wet dark green through the flaps of his tent and calls Gon.

The crackle and hum on the line doesn’t quite hide the sleepy surprise of the first “Yeong?” and then the panicked, “Yeong? Yeong? Is everything alright? What’s wrong ?Tell me immediately!”

This was what the Titanic felt like when it hit that iceberg, Yeong thinks, as he cracks open, a cleaving that leaves him floundering, unmoored.

“I’m alright” he says, and for the first time since he was four, “Gon hyung”.

There’s an abrupt silence on the other end; all he can hear is the static.

It lasts so long that Yeong thinks he might have lost the connection after all, and he’s just about to hang up, when Gon says, sounding breathless and annoyed, “I don’t think you appreciate the restraint I’m exercising right now not to just fly across the world and drag you home!”

Yeong wipes at his eyes, and huffs, his voice not quite in control, “I appreciate it, pyeha” he says, “I do”.

Gon sighs.

They stay quiet for a while, just the buzz and hum of electrons between them, and Yeong thinks of patterns and fate and destiny, and he says, “It never rains like this back home. I feel like I’m turning into water, just sitting here, doing nothing”.

There’s a delay before Gon’s voice comes over the line, a soft huff, “Be grateful, if it stops raining in the Amazon, we’re all irreparably screwed”.

“I’m aware of that fact” says Yeong, “unbelievable as that may sound to you”.

God, what is he doing here, flirting awkwardly like the fourteen-year old he never was.

“What are you going to do about it anyway?” and that’s enough to set Gon off on a whole different tangent, the sleepiness in his voice gone as he describes the climate change initiatives that Prime Minister Koo and he are working on.

It goes on for twenty minutes, and Jeong mostly just listens and hums at appropriate junctures, letting Gon’s voice wash over him.

And he was wrong, he wasn’t a ship, wrecked on the rock that was Gon, he was an ice-cube slowly melting in the warm cavern of his mouth.

“That woman drives me crazy” Gon is sighing. “It’s too bad I reconstituted the CHRC, that was probably a rash decision on my part”.

And then, as though remembering that he wasn’t supposed to be that person anymore, he adds, guiltily, “Uh, not that I’m undoing that”.

Yeong laughs.

It probably sounds tinny and not like himself at all on the other side.

Gon says, “Yeong”

“Yes” he says, when his heart stops doing crazy things in his chest, “I’m here”.

It escalates after that- as much as possible, given that Yeong is often in places without mobile signals or bandwidth, or whatever communication is available is heavily restricted. There are long periods when they don’t hear from each other, and when Yeong emerges from whatever dark hole he’s been in, it is to at least fifteen videos of Maximus, and like, ten million voice mails, and an inbox that’s two thousand separate single-line notes, because Gon can’t write emails like a normal person.

Gon is not a normal person, he is mortifyingly ridiculous, and Yeong sighs, and gives in and pulls strings to get his hands on a military grade CoreaTech prototype phone that has amazing battery life and a gazillion gigas of storage, because it turns out that he is also just that stupid, and he doesn’t want to delete a single memory of this time.

He calls Gon from the phone, leaning against his hotel window in Lagos.

Below him, the city glitters in neon and gold.

It’s 9 pm on a Thursday in Lagos, and 5 am on Friday in Busan, and Yeong thinks about the unreliability of time, as a concept, and the brief flare in the dark that is one human lifetime and calls his husband.

“Yeong-ah” says Gon, apparently still half asleep. These days, he tends to sleep in more often, instead of waking at 4 am like he used to.

“I was wondering if you’d reached” he’s mumbling. “Did you get my messages?”

“Yes” he says, “all twenty-one million of them”.

“Mrrmmmph” mutters Gon, half into his pillow, and Yeong- Yeong knows what Gon looks like, sleep- mussed and incoherent, and the ache in his chest spreads to other parts.

“Gon hyung” he says, “Will you do something for me?”

“Mmm?”

“Gon hyung”, he whispers, “touch yourself for me”

There’s silence and then a wide-awake, if shaky, “Yeong-ah”.

“Touch yourself like I would” Yeong instructs, and oh, he hadn’t really thought this through, words are not his strong suit, and he has never even sexted once in his life, never mind anything else, but somehow, it works, it works, because Gon moans his name, and sighs in his ear, and the military grade phone with its excellent speakers is worth every single moment of an uneasy conscience, and Yeong comes with a gasped out plea, that is Gon hyung, that is beloved, darling, husband, mine.

Afterward, they float together on a silent cloud of shared breath across the world.

Gon doesn’t say, come home, or let me come to you , and Yeong is grateful for that.

Yeong loves him so fucking much, that he’s going to disintegrate entirely if he doesn’t see Gon in the next twenty-four hours.

He texts Gon from the airport, “See you in twenty hours” and then switches off his phone.

When he lands, he’s not sure what he’s expecting- perhaps Gon waiting on the tarmac for him, like that one time.

But Gon’s not there, just Captain Seok-Pil and he rises from his deep bow, to say, “Welcome home Prince Consort Jo” with a wide grin, and Yeong sighs, and says, “Please tell me he’s not got the entire Royal Navy Band or something waiting for me at the Palace”.

“His Majesty retired to his study earlier today and hasn’t emerged since” Captain Seok-Pil informs him, with a sidelong glance.

“Ah” says Yeong. “Alright, thank you”.

The Royal Navy Band may not be there, but it feels like the entire staff of the palace, is out there to welcome him back, or at least get a glimpse of him, and Yeong performs all the necessary rituals of greeting or ignoring, as required, and tries not to run down the last corridor to the study.

He slips into the study, shutting the heavy wooden door softly behind him.

It looks much the same as he’d last seen it- three years ago, now- the floor to ceiling shelves of books, the glass covered in equations. Gon is sitting at his desk, staring at a book, rubbing a page between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

Yeong knows that Gon knows that he’s in the room- he sees him swallow hard- and the way his shoulders go just a little bit taut.

“Pyeha” he says, softly, as he approaches, and Gon looks up at that.

Yeong goes around the desk and turns the chair toward him, before he sinks to his knees.

“Pyeha” he says again, staring up at that beloved face.

Gon’s hazel eyes are wide and- terrified- Yeong realizes.

He reaches to take the book out from Gon’s trembling hands- it’s Khwarizmi’s Compendium on Calculation and Balancing, the one that he’d sent more than a year ago, after he’d realized that he’d never stood a chance of getting away. He sets the book on the desk.

Gon’s fingers are covered in chalk.

It’s how he soothes himself, Yeong knows, furiously working out hypotheses, the numbers a music that only Gon can hear.

“I’m going to fuck it up again” Gon says, baldly. “Someday”.

Yeong raises Gon’s hands to his lips, kisses the ring on it, and then his knuckles.

“I won’t let you” he promises. “That’s my job”.

He huffs, “Besides, even if I fail, that woman you’ve got running circles around every major world leader won’t let you. You’re covered”.

Gon’s fingers tighten on his.

“Don’t divorce me” he says.

Yeong looks at him.

“Is that an order, pyeha?”

Yeong rather enjoys the way that Gon’s mind scrambles for the answer, his eyes widening.

“Yes..?”

“Right answer” Yeong whispers, and he’s clambering onto Gon’s lap, and tilting his face up, so he can seal their mouths together.

After some time- Yeong has no idea how much- Gon eases away an inch to whisper, “I’m going to be ridiculous now”.

“Mmhmm” says Yeong, nuzzling at his temple.

Gon stands up, lifting Yeong in his arms, with hardly an effort.

Yeong had forgotten this part (not really), how strong Gon is, how he could use that giraffe body of his to short circuit Yeong’s brain within seconds.

“I’m going to carry my husband to my royal bed and ravish him despite his pleas for mercy like the despot I am” Gon whispers, into the corner of his mouth, “I’m not going to let him leave my bed for a week”.

Well, thinks Yeong, between long, lavish kisses, as he wraps his legs tighter around Gon, and lets himself be carried out of the study, past the staff that’s scrambling to get out of sight and way, and into the bedroom and pressed into the silk duvet, it was good to be with a man who kept his promises.

#tkem #jogon #jo yeong x lee gon #THIS IS ENTIRELY @RAINHAT'S FAULT FOR ATTACKING ME AT 6 AM WITH THE WORST FEELINGS #NOW BOTH OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE SO THAT I CAN GO BACK TO BEING A GON-ANTI

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 years ago

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Perfect Match / Richie Tozier Imagine

Request: Hey, Legend! Can I request something raising the question, What would it be like for Richie T pining after a reader not as vulgar or sarcastic, someone more tame with a big heart who still loves his personality? Thank you for your time and consideration!

@savethehoneeybees omg my love this is so cute just my heart melts ;’) <3

Camping, to be completely honest, was not one of the things Richie Tozier believed he would be doing this summer. Yet you had raised it, and all the other Losers seemed to agree, and he wasn’t about to disagree with anything that came out of your mouth. So here he was, his hands fumbling with the tent poles that only seemed to fall out from his grasp, swatting little gnats away from his eyes as he squints out from behind his glasses at you, anger bubbling in his heart that Bill had managed to persuade you to share a tent with him instead of Richie. You laugh, your hand coming up to clench over your heart as you throw Bill a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that an unexpected warmth rushes through Richie, and he has to blink and look away before anyone notices the slight rush of pink that tinges his cheeks.

Daring to shoot you yet another burning side glance, his eyes quickly gazing over the tip of your nose and the slight crinkles underneath your eyes before Mike wanders over from the edge of the pond to elbow Richie lightly in his ribs with a knowing grin, Ben shaking his head from where he and Bev were standing next to the car, watching the scene unfold yet again. As you were innocently talking to Bill, you had no idea that normal thoughts were barely forming in Richie’s mind before they were replaced with the melancholy longing and the fantasies of what could be if he were only brave enough to tell you how he felt.

He had daydreamed about every feature of your face for as long as he could remember living in Derry, he recalled every way he had ever seen you wear her hair during the cherished time he had spent in your company, he had logged all of your quirky mannerisms to his brain.

Sitting himself down on the grass overlooking the campsite’s pond, Richie pats the spot next to him with a slight huff as his eyes never leave your cheeks, beckoning Eddie to drop the rest of the poles and to follow suit, not without a resigned sigh from Stanley who stops trying to fold up his trousers for the week back into his suitcase, his curls shaking gently as he sits down as slowly as an old grandpa on Richie’s other side, unable to stop himself from cautioning them that ‘there’s poison ivy all over this campsite, and I’m not rubbing cream all over Richie’s back again.’

Richie lies down next to him, electing to ignore this outburst as he places a thin blade of glass in between his clenched teeth, choosing to spend the afternoon when you and Bill finally decide to join the circle of Losers entertaining you all with various terrible jokes, constantly kicking against your leg as a chorus of ‘beep beep, Richie’’s fill the afternoon breeze. You can’t help it, the peals of laughter that bubble out your throat and make you stick a fist into your mouth, biting down painfully to stop the laughter as Richie sits up onto his elbows, looking overjoyed, but also slightly pained. He thought the jokes might be able to mask the heartache he was feeling, but sitting in such close proximity to you only made his mouth twitch into a frown.

‘Hey, I know’, you begin to say, ‘we should all roast marshmallows!’

‘We should all roast Eddie’s shorts that his mom buys for him’, Richie half grumbles back, but his heart begins to pound again and fill him with a new hope as you giggle softly back.

‘Beep beep, Richie’, you whisper, winking at him before pushing yourself up to try and find the food bag Ben had left in the car. You don’t notice Richie lean up onto one elbow, gently pushing the rim of his glasses back up the tip of his nose as he watches you walk away, a dopey, love sick grin lighting up his face and making his chest weak.

The sunny afternoon became a sultry mid-spring evening, and the shore by the lake was as flat and as shimmering as any mirror, lying on the edge of the campsite without a ripple in the silver-blue water as if time itself had been frozen. From the tall pines around the edge came not a sound, no movement of branches, no birds calling, it was only the eight of you alone in this perfect bubble. In the turquoise watery mirror was only the constellations, starlight so old and young, and a few littered rocks surrounding the edge as if you had reached the edge of a mountain trail, the cool breeze welcoming.

Richie shifts uncomfortably, a quiet grunt escaping his frowning mouth as he rustles around, his bottom landing stiffly on some jagged rocks which bite into his skin. He would tell you later when you both arrived home that he had jumped slightly, kicking Eddie in the shin, swearing little piranhas had managed to rustle underneath the soil of the hillside as Eddie kicks him back, a loud huff bubbling out of his mouth.

Squinting desperately in the darkness that swirls in front of his sparkling doe eyes like sullen clouds covering the sun, his arms hit against the side of his lime green sleeping bag, a large yawn shaking his body as he tries to unzip himself and reach out, his fingers craving the warm touch of your arms, the intimacy of your skin, the smooth curve of your nose as he traces his finger over the tip. Smiling to himself, his hand clamps down onto where you had lain next to him in his dream, before his face drops as his fingers fall down heavily onto a small frame, who happened to be awake, and very angry.

‘Jesus Richie, I swear to god if you start making those weird kissy noises you make whenever you dream about y/n, you are so out of here. There are wolves and coyotes and hell maybe even bears in this forest, but you’re taking your chances out there, because I swear to god if I come back with bloodshot eyes because I haven’t been sleeping, my mum is going to freak out, she already thought this was a bad ide-’

‘Shut up, Eddie!’ Richie and Eddie look at each other in slight confusion, before they realise the voice floating through the darkness had been that of Stanley’s from the next tent over.

The tent begins to whistle like wolves pattering through the darkness of a midnight forest as Richie rubs his hands gently over the shaking muscles in his arms, Eddie collapsing back down next to him and pulling the sleeping back bag up to his ears. Richie’s own ears perk up slightly, his head tilting in the dim as he hears something, a slight jangle that sounds like your voice coming from outside.

Pitching himself up, he walks through the waving flap of the tent, welcoming him out into the darkness and the stream of crickets chirping their symphonies. Walking out onto the dewy grass, he hums contentedly to himself as he hears you singing softly in the night air, your voice beautiful and angelic in his ears as he stops for a moment, taking in the pine trees that shake in front of him like slow dancers swaying in time to the music you’re creating, your voice a strange kind of magic that lets the drooping flowers hanging in thick bushes around the hilly campsite raise their velvety heads, breathing a new life into their silky petals and into Richie’s lonely heart. He follows the sound of your voice, his feet crunching against the ground and becoming lighter with every step as he spots you, your legs lying long against the dusty dirt of the ground, your hair whipped around a stout log as the fire burns ferociously by your feet, but you pay no notice. Your attention is on the stars twinkling above your head, bright and distant and so full of wonder. Richie’s attention is on you.

He settles beside you, his eyes twinkling like broken glass as his gaze settles onto your face, his shirt landing heavily on to your side. You grin slightly, your singing dying to a hum as Richie gazes at you expectantly.

‘Hey, I have an idea!’, you start, ‘I couldn’t sleep anyway. Take my hand!’

‘What-what do you mean?’

‘Come on, we’re going to dance! It’s a beautiful night for it.’

Your shoulder begins to shake lightly, your head beginning to move as he stands up again. Hopping up to him like an excited puppy, Richie doesn’t not what to do until you hold out your hand, bowing over-dramatically and looking up at him all excited as his hair flops down over his eyes. As he reaches out and places his palm flat against yours, a smile tugging at your lips, his fingers wrap tightly against yours before sliding in between them, his knuckles almost white with the effort and fear.

You’re not expecting the force with which he pulls you snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist as if he’d been waiting forever for this moment his feet starting the guide the two of you to the invisible music. Although he kept on standing on your feet, dancing like a newborn giraffe, the two of you couldn’t care less.

Your cheek lands against his burning ones, your skin rubbing as he spins you, the two of you bursting out into giggles as his nose hits against your skin and he nearly jolts back at the impact. He raises your intertwined hands up to his side, nestling his head further against yours and just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move, just revelling in the feeling of his thumb stroking against the arch of your back and the way your hips sway into his. The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of your breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down his body.

He begins to hum, although he’s afraid to, singing the song he had heard you sing only a few minutes before, before dipping you down in his arms, daring to press his forehead against yours. He wasn’t expecting the night to end, however, with you leaning up almost painfully slowly and pressing your lips against his, taking all the air out of his lungs.

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ramblesanddragons · 5 years ago

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We Used To Be Friends...

Willow was once friends with Amity. What happened?

Warnings: This is just angst. Sorry. ):

Word Count: 1453

AO3 link!

Willow was six when her parents brought her along to a coven family picnic. She didn’t get what the big deal was but the food was good and the manor it was being held at was pretty. The young witch ended up being drawn to the large and lush gardens on the grounds. She happily hummed as she wondered through the rainbow of colors and relaxed in the shade of the trees. There were even plants she had never seen before! Some of them grew tall and strong and some had such beautiful shades of color. Each and every one had their own something special. While admiring a particular flower with a golden crown of petals, the wind carried the faint sound of someone sobbing from behind a bush.

“Hello?” She whispered quietly.

“GO AWAY!”

That was all Willow needed to back away. As she tried to do what the voice had ordered the very small girl realized that she had no idea how to “go away” because she was very lost in the gardens.

“I-I can’t. I think I’m lost,” Willow stuttered. There was the sound of the bushes rattling and suddenly a girl around her own age popped out. The new girl had puffy red eyes and was still sniffling but had an annoyed look on her face, one that didn’t really belong on a six-year old’s face.

“Well I guess if I want to be left alone, I got to get you out of here first.” The new girl took Willow by the hand and led her to the edge of the gardens.

“Um thanks. I’m Willow.” She stood awkwardly not sure what to do next. When people cried it meant something was wrong and Willow felt that she should at least try and help the person who helped her.

“Amity. Now go back to that dumb party.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“No,” the girl started to tear up again. “My parents will get mad at me.”

“Why?”

“B-because I got a hole in this stupid dress they made me wear!”

The dress was indeed pretty and much fancier than the old cotton dress Willow had on. Amity’s dress was made of silk in a nice shade of pink with a black bow around the middle. Near the bottom of it was a hole but it was small, small enough to fix.

“My mom can fix it! She fixes the holes in my things all the time! She just needs a needle and thread!”

Another sniffle, “Really? I know where I can find some I think.”

Willow grabbed Amity’s hand leading the way without knowing where she was going, “Okay let’s fix this!”

That’s how Willow met her best friend.

...

After that afternoon they would play together all the time and when they entered Hexside academy, they were inseparable. They would eat every lunch together and help each other with their homework and dream of becoming great witches together.

“When I grow up, I want to join the Plant Coven. I really think it would be a good fit,” Willow said while watering her already impressive collection of plants.

“Ha ha I knew you would.” Amity stood up tall and pointed to the large banner on one of the buildings across from Willow’s apartment. “I want to join the Emperor's Coven!”

Willow gasped, “You got to be like the best of the best to get into that one.”

“I know. I’m going to focus on Abomination work like my parents want but that’s my real goal. Then they’ll be so proud.”

“They should be proud of you no matter what Amity,” Willow said. She knew her friend's parents had high expectations of their daughter. Ever parent does really but with the Blight’s there was an ever-moving line that Amity had to reach for. Willow’s parents wanted what was best or her and could be a little pushy but it always seemed to be more intense with Amity’s.

“Well when I join the Emperor's coven they will be.”

Willow gave her best friend a hug. “I know you’ll do whatever you sent your mind to and I’ll be cheering for you the whole way!”

“Yeah yeah and I’ll help you water all these plants.”

Willow would be more than happy with that.

...

It was the year that children were expected to finally show signs of their magic. An exciting time in a young witch's life full of hope and potential. Sure, things weren’t going exactly as planned for Willow but that was okay, with her best friend by her side she could handle anything. The young witch wondered over to their normal spot in the cafeteria but found her path blocked. There was a circle of their classmates gasping at the bright sparks coming from the center. Willow pushed her way through the crowd to find that Amity was in the middle, creating circles in the air that gave off bright green sparks.

“Amity your magic!” Willow went up to hug her best friend.

“It happened last night.”

“You’re one of the first people in class to get it! You’re so cool!”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am cool huh? Maybe I can even get an Abomination to rise now!”

“I bet you can. Come on let’s get to class early and practice.” Willow once again took her friend’s hand and led the way.

“Wait, are you in Intro to Abominations too?” Amity hadn’t noticed the pink clothing her friend was wearing now.

“Yeah my parents have decided that I should be in the Abomination path. It’s fine.”

“But the plant path...”

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal.”

“No, it is a big deal!” Amity halted in the hallway.

“Once my magic comes in, I’m sure I’ll be just as suited for this path. Let’s talk about it later you got your magic! Let’s celebrate!”

...

Willow’s magic did not come. Amity was the first and the best at it but soon classmates followed. By the mid-way point of the year Willow still showed no signs.

“Hey Amity, do you want to come to my place to study for the history exam? The part on the giraffe banishment act is going to be rough I know.”

“Actually, Willow I’m going to be working on a few things with some of the other Abomination kids after classes.”

“Maybe I could come to that then?” Willow found herself holding her breath.

“It might not do you any good. The others all have magic already...”

“Oh okay. S-see you later I guess.”

...

“Amity!” Willow nearly crashed into her friend a week later. It had been a long week without hanging out with Amity but this would fix whatever weirdness was happening between them. Willow ignored the laughter of the other kids. “Look.”

She took out a small potted plant and drew a green circle in the air. The plant grew to the size of Amity’s head and for the first time in what seemed like weeks to Willow, Amity smiled.

“You got your magic. Finally! I bet class will be a breeze now for you.” Willow let out a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding in and chit chatted with her friend through the halls.

“Abomination, rise.”

Nothing.

“Abomination, rise!”

Still nothing.

“Abomination RISE!”

The purplish goo in Willow’s cup only gurgled. Only when Willow’s voice had risen to a yell had Amity finally looked her way, annoyance in her face. A whole month of having her magic and nothing to show for it. She could hear the whispers of the other students.

“Look as her so pathetic. What kind of a witch is she really?”

“Half-A-Witch Willow is what she is.”

“Oooo that’s good.”

She would not cry. She refused to cry even though the heat rose in her face. Amity went back to focusing on her work.

...

“Hey Amity. I was wondering if you could maybe help with me with...”

“No.” The response was cold and sharp.

“What?”

“If I’m going to be in the Emperor's Coven, if I’m going to be the most powerful witch ever, I can’t hang out with Half-Witches.” There was icy in Amity’s voice and eyes and it struck at the center of Willow’s heart.

“B-but we’re supposed to become powerful witches together...” In this dark, private corner of the school halls Willow’s eyes finally started to leak out tears.

“You need to at least be good at magic before that can happen. Now I have to go and meet my new teacher. She’s already in the Emperor's Coven and sees a lot of potential in me.”

Amity walked away and Willow ran all the way home. She wrapped herself in a cocoon of thorns and finally let herself cry.

#The Owl House #the owl house fanfiction #My writing #angst

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acerosu · 7 years ago

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Release: A Bellow Fic

Welp, what started as a little fun thing for the discord grew into a full on fic! Now that it’s done, I can go back to personal stuff and writing mini joke fics.

NSFW undercut. Contains Bellow, Dom Blue, and slight BDSM.

The great expanse of Homeworld spread glittering to the horizon. Each towering spire, each shimmering temple had its own place. And each gem moved for a purpose to be fulfilled, like a cog in a well oiled machine. Pristine order, ever moving forward. Not one part out of place. All involved could see it as they worked toward such perfection.

Blue stood at the railing of the tower, gazing out over the parade. A newly formed army stood in formation with each gem divided into groups large enough to invade their own planet. An impressive sight but a routine one for her. She had been invited only to show her radiant presence and give confidence to yet another invasion. Her glance moved from the crowd to Yellow standing before the troops. Having monitored each gem’s creation personally, the Diamond’s stern gaze were still scanning for any defects. Everything had to be perfect.

And yet, it never was.

The cycle before, Blue had heard it. Stark arguing between Yellow and the several nervous gems on her screens. Agates and peridots rushing to and fro to mitigate the damages. Yellow’s voice growing to a peak frustration. How could there be flawlessness when something was always moving somewhere at some time, begging to falter?

Blue’s hands tightened on the railing. Even now at the parade she could see Yellow in all her control and power just one small step from a crack. She worked so hard. They all did. But Yellow most of all. Blue’s eyes wandered back to her fellow diamond, lingering on the polished armor and following up to the steeled expression. Blue understood more than anyone else. This was how Yellow found purpose. How she could weather the storm and make it to the other side. To her, this was the only way to know that her fellow diamonds respected her.

Blue closed her eyes as Yellow gave her speech. Hands leaving the railing, she crossed her arms and waited for the military parade to finish. Overhead, the imposing head of White’s chambers watched ever silent.

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“What do you think of this, my Diamond?”

A screen flickered into sight before hovering up to Blue’s face. She flipped through the specifications. The head bismuth at her feet stood silent, waiting for an answer. The towering diamond placed her hand on her chin before giving a nod.

“This is acceptable.” Her footsteps echoed on the floor. “Have it brought to my chambers as soon as it’s complete.”

The Bismuth crossed her arms in a salute. “Of course, my Diamond.”

Blue circled the forge before leaving. The bismuths and amethysts working amid the magma glanced at each other. Who were they to question the odd weapons Blue Diamond requested from time to time?

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Yellow’s eyes reflected the light of the many displays in front of her. Of all the gems at her feet needed to give a report, none dared move or even make a sound. The powerful diamond shifted in her chair. Trouble in the production colony, errors in formation sequences from three other planets, native life flaring up again across the board. Yellow pressed against her forehead, exhaling as more data flooded into view.

“Pardon me, my Diamond?”

The glare Yellow fixed on the voice interrupting her thoughts could have shattered a gem. Luckily, this one happened to be her pearl. And standing next to her was Blue’s. That still wasn’t enough to take the annoyed edge off her voice.

“Yes. What is it?”

Her pearl gave a short bow before continuing. “A message from Blue Diamond, my Diamond.”

Yellow raised an eyebrow as Blue’s pearl stepped forward, giving a bow as well with a salute.

“Yellow Diamond, my Diamond requests your presence at your nearest convenience.”

Yellow’s gaze returned to the screens. “Well, I hope she realizes that I’m quite busy for this cycle and the next.”

“Of course, oh lustrous Yellow Diamond.” Blue pearl bowed lower. “My Diamond would only like to congratulate you on your new colony.”

Yellow froze at one word. Congratulate. A prick of red formed on her cheeks.

“I see.” She turned to look at more displays, mind not even focusing on any of the information. “Well, inform Blue that I will try to find time for her request.”

Blue pearl nodded. “Of course, Yellow Diamond. Right away.”

The door slid open then closed again as the pearl left. Yellow sat before her myriad of reports. Her eyes did not see any of the data, instead gazing past the glowing screens out her window. A glittering temple with flowing water fountains and reflecting pools stood in the distance, nestled between blue and green towers. No use trying to concentrate now.

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Blue Diamond’s palace lay at the heart of a massive spring. Ongoing Homeworld construction had routed every waterfall, fountain, and transfer pipe from the bountiful core that now resided under towering walls of polished crystal. The curved hallways arched up to vaulted ceiling inlaid with glass. Mixed with subdued lighting and ever flowing water, the temple had a sense of perfected calm that only a Diamond could conjure up.

Yellow Diamond walked up the sparkling bridge that led over the main river up to the temple’s entrance. Behind, her pearl tired to keep up. The towering double doors lead to a branching hallway. In the center: a multi-story fountain with water running down hovering gems stones carved to catch the gentle light. The layout circled around the center chamber, where Blue resided when not off world. Yellow paused in the final corridor. The palace had been cleared out. No worshipers or servants running errands. Not even a guard within earshot. It was just them.

“My Diamond has been expecting you.”

Blue’s pearl stood before entrance to the room. Her hand slid over the side panel and the door slid open, revealing a darkened chamber. Flowing water could be heard mixed with the gentle scent of incense and oils. Yellow’s mind began drifting along with her senses and she relaxed her shoulders without thinking.

“You are now dismissed, Pearl.” Yellow waved a hand. “Tell no one I am here.”

“Of course, My Diamond.”

Both pearls bowed before walking out. The chamber door locked in place with an echoing click. Yellow exhaled. No going back now. Blue sat at her control chair. A few floating screens provided a shimmering glow behind the graceful Diamond. The light dispersed about the chamber to dance in the refractions of crystals and water flows. She smiled, inviting her fellow Diamond inside.

“Glad you got my message.” Blue rose and walked towards Yellow. “I was afraid you’d be too busy.”

“I am.” Yellow looked at the floor. “There’s an invasion to oversee, more gem production to plan. Not to mention the new injector designs that need to be tested and approved…”

Her words trailed off as Blue graced her cheek with a kiss. “I know.”

Yellow kissed back, but remained distant. Just a simple peck on the cheek. A silence fell between the two. Both knew that outside, the intricate labor of Homeworld ran on its ceaseless path for perfection. And they had to be the overseers of it all.

Blue took Yellow’s hand. “We don’t have to do anything.” She pulled her fellow diamond into a hug, resting her head on the armored shoulder. “Just cuddle or sit together. You can even go back to work.” She met Yellow’s eyes to show her sincerity. “I won’t mind.”

Yellow nuzzled into Blue’s neck. That soft hair, those gentle words. She had so much work left to do that she’d be busy for cycles. Just like she had been busy for the last several cycles, and even more work was piling up to fill the rest of any future cycles. Yellow sighed, letting her eyes wander around the intimate chamber. On the bed, Blue had laid out hand cuffs and long strips of silk. The bath chamber lay through the open door, incense burning with warm bubbling water to welcome them. And across from the bed sat a long table of polished marble inlaid with crystal. Restraints hung from the back while the front tapered to allow legs to be spread open.

“No.” Yellow embraced Blue, closing her eyes as she held her closer. “I need it.”

Blue’s head rose with a gentle smile. With an arm still around Yellow, she reached into her dress and pulled out a flat box made of crystal.

“I got you something then.” Blue handed the box over. “For the special occasion.”

Yellow looked down at the decorated package in her hands and frowned. “I didn’t get you anything.”

Blue’s smile widened as she caressed her fellow Diamond’s cheek, watching a blush grow. “This is for both of us.”

Hinges creaked as Yellow opened the gift. She near dropped the box, bringing a hand to her face to hide her now flustered expression.

“B-Blue.”

Blue licked her lips in anticipation. “Try it on.”

Yellow arched back her neck, sliding the thick leather collar into place. Along the length, diamond shaped pieces of steel glinted. Tightening the strap, Yellow let the metal ring fall against the nape of her neck.

“I also had them make this to go along with it.”

Yellow’s form quivered as Blue leaned in to kiss the collar, feeling a leash being tied to the ring. Her posture tightened when Blue gave a hard tug. A moment later, Blue had her fellow Diamond pressed against the wall, her chest pressing into Yellow’s, one hand pulling the leash and the other gliding down an armored thigh. Yellow’s breathing hastened, eyes begging.

“Remember the safe word?” Blue whispered, hand now between Yellow’s legs.

“G-Giraffe?”

“Very good.”

Keeping her grip on the leash, Blue forced Yellow down to her knees. The powerful diamond obeyed.

“Let’s make you a bit more presentable.”

Blue first removed the shoulder pads, tearing them off without care. Yellow remained knelt despite the abuse. Next the helmet, tossed unceremoniously to the ground. They didn’t matter. Not here. Soon Blue had her fellow diamond naked from the waist up. From Yellow’s needy expression, she knew the game was working. Blue trailed her fingers over the bare shoulders, up the neck before tilting Yellow’s chin up. Hopeful eyes begged back.

“My turn.”

Blue reached up and removed one of her sleeves, keeping a hand on the leash. One arm and then the other, her motions purposely slow. All Yellow could do was gaze in admiration. Soon the dress fell from her breasts and slid down her torso. Still in her bra and panties, Blue exhaled, giving a good show for the audience below. She drew a hand through her hair, moving it out of the way before grinning down. A quick pull brought Yellow against her legs.

“Blue…”

Yellow swallowed hard, letting her face press against the soft dress. Then the Diamond reached up, eager to help pull down the still clinging fabric. Her lips soon found a welcoming thigh and she closed her eyes as she kissed her prize.

“Now now, behave yourself, Yellow.”

Blue tugged the leash, pulling Yellow away from her hips. The Diamond flinched, cheeks blushing all the more. A finger tapped her lips. Yellow began to suck on it.

“Oh, you’re being so naughty.” Blue smiled down and took her hand from Yellow’s face, gripping the collar. “We can’t have that.”

Blue yanked Yellow to her feet, forcing her to walk in front of her. But Yellow resisted, pushing her back against Blue’s chest. The rest of her armor fell down her legs and she kicked the boots off, all the while keeping up with her master. Before she could turn for a kiss, Yellow’s breath was knocked from her as Blue shoved her against the long table, slamming her head down against the smooth surface. Hair a mess, Yellow grinned, trying to wrench her neck enough to look at the beautiful Diamond dominating over her.

“This should keep your hands from wandering.”

Blue grabbed Yellow’s hands, enjoying as the diamond fought back. But she knew just what to do. With Yellow face down in front of her, she used her own body to lock her into place. Diamonds possessed frightening strength, even against each other. And Blue knew Yellow was waiting for her to use it. Without hesitation she wrestled the Diamond’s arms out in front. Yellow writhed underneath her, pushing back against Blue’s chest. It didn’t matter. Soon a long piece of silk was bound over Yellow’s wrists. Blue leaned down, pressing her breasts against the arched back under her.

“I’ll tame you yet.” She whispered, kissing Yellow’s neck.

Yellow breathed hard, still struggling under Blue’s form. Then her eyes went wide with a gasp. Hands tied in front of her, she couldn’t reach back to stop Blue from inserted her fingers between her legs. The slow penetration was quickly withheld. Before Yellow could react, Blue forced herself down hard, keeping her from squirming with the leash.

“More?”

Yellow stifled a moan, sweat forming on her cheeks. It took all her focus to not yell out her next words.

“Please! My Diamond!”

A giggle from above. Blue couldn’t help but love the heated mess she could turn her fellow Diamond into with a simple touch. She leaned on top of Yellow, letting her breasts press against her neck. With a short give to the leash, Blue gave Yellow just an inch to turn her head. Not enough to fully face her bountiful cleavage. The frustration built when she reached back and penetrated her again. Two fingers, just deep enough. Yellow’s entire form quivered and she released a pent up moan.

Blue reached up with her free hand to pet Yellow’s hair. “Good, little Yellow.”

Breathing hard, the flustered Diamond recovered enough to fight back. Yellow still had her Legs free, and she used them to push back against Blue’s thighs. A quick twist allowed her to turn onto her back. Blue fumbled and fell onto Yellow in a huff. Hands still tied, Yellow managed to get Blue into a pile on top of her. With a smug grin, she wrapped her legs around the other Diamond, triumphant.

Hair falling over her face, Blue glared up. “Why you little…” She matched the smile, taking the leash in hand. “You’ve left me no choice.”

Blue granted a single kiss before she rose off the table, legs keeping Yellow pinned. A tremble from her fellow Diamond. She knew what came next. Yellow’s breathing became faster as tried to hide her blushing face against the table. Laying on her back, wrists tied, chest exposed, she waited. Again she could feel it: fingers inside. And something else. Blue slowly inserted the cold metal, massaging Yellow’s abdomen as she moved the device into place. It was another toy made at the forge. One Yellow had come up with herself.

The Bismuths had been just as confused with this as they had been with the collar. A long metal tube that vibrated? And Yellow Diamond had been very specific on its dimensions. Just wide enough with textured grooves and an end that branched off at the top. Blue had one adjustment to the design: the controller would be separate.

Yellow tilted her head back as the metal slowly slid inside her. Blue loomed above, one hand on Yellow’s waist. She leaned forward to stroke the blushing cheeks before pushing the toy in all the way. Just the simple touch of it against her clit had Yellow’s entire body devolving into a shudder, tied hands balling into fists. It never failed to amuse.

“There we are”

Blue stepped back to take in the disheveled and desperate form of Yellow. The diamond twisted as she tried to sit upright. Still breathing hard, she managed to roll onto her side and stared up at Blue.

“T-turn it on.”

Blue held up the controller and tapped it against her chin in mock thought.

“Mmm. No.”

Flinching, Yellow struggled to get on her feet. All she could manage was to sit hunched on the table, arms tied behind her back. Her hair had become a scraggly mess mixed with sweat dripping down her face. She stared down at the floor, trying to catch her breath.

“P-please.”

Blue grinned. “Oh my naughty little Yellow, you are going to have to earn it!”

Yellow glanced up to see Blue back farther away and sit on the bed. The controller swung in her hand, mocking. She opened her legs. Letting out a sigh, Yellow started to slide her feet down to the floor. Right as her weight was met, the vibrator was activated. Her muscles had no chance against the sudden intensity now pulsing through her body. Yellow fell forward with a sharp gasp, hitting the ground with no arms free to catch herself. The leash dangled next to her as she glared up at a smiling Blue.

“Well? Don’t you want it?”

Yellow could only answer with a yearning groan.

“Oh, poor Yellow.” Blue leaned down and pulled off her panties, tossing them besides Yellow. “So close and yet so far.”

Giving an impatient huff, Yellow sat up on her knees and started to crawl forward. It was slow going with just her weakened legs. Her pace quickened when Blue undid her lace bra and dangled it on a finger. When the hungry diamond had barely reached halfway, Blue pressed the button again.

“Hhaaa!”

Yellow collapsed again, wrists straining against their binds. The floor stifled the rest of her moan. It took almost a full minute for her breathing to slow from its frantic pace so she could recover. Blue had learned just how long to activate the toy so as to leave Yellow with barely enough. And by the flushed face and trembling lips begging at her feet, Blue knew it was working.

Yellow struggled again, still hunched over. She could feel herself wet between the legs. A smirk formed on her trembling lips as she waited in delight for more punishment to follow. Blue couldn’t help but blush, her own breath quickening. She had to compose herself before speaking.

“Almost there.”

She tossed her bra so it landed right on Yellow’s head. A welcomed offering. Yellow sat up, nuzzling against the lingerie until as it clung against her disheveled hair and face. More determined than ever, she crawled her way toward the bed once more. She wasn’t even allowed a meter before Blue hit the remote. Yellow fell, this time so close she could look up at the naked form before her. Her muscles didn’t answer when she tried to sit up again, instead leaving her collapsed on the floor, shuddering in frustration.

Blue reached out with her foot, nudging her fellow Diamond in the shoulder. “Come on now. You can do it.”

A low moan in reply. Unable to recover to her knees, Yellow twisted her back and writhed across the floor. Above, Blue leaned forward, loving every moment of struggle as much as Yellow was. She reached a hand down, letting her fellow diamond get a taste of what was to come. Her gentle fingers pet the frazzled hair before moving down to flushed cheeks. Yellow leaned into the caress, letting it trace over her lips before it pulled away.

A hard exhale. Yellow had finally made it to the side of the bed. As she struggled back to her knees from the floor, Blue rested a leg against her back. Those agonizing moments apart, all leading up to this. Blue shook her head.

“Did I tire you out already?”

Yellow smirked at the comment. Her face leaned against the inside of Blue’s leg. Kissing along the calf up to the thigh, she closed her eyes, lips starving for the tender, warm embrace so denied to them. Knees shook as she forced herself to stand. As she rose, Blue took up the leash again. Inch by inch Yellow slid up along the leg until reaching the prize. A gasp from Blue. Yellow still had her tongue out when she was jerked forward. She could feel Blue tremble under her from just one little touch.

“Y-Yellow! You are being so naughty tonight.”

Yellow gave a chuckle and moved right back to her goal despite the now taut leash. She didn’t get very far when Blue’s legs snapped closed around her head. The thick thighs pressed into her cheeks and neck. She was about to struggle when Blue held up the remote.

“What was that?” Blue smiled.

“P-please.” Yellow slumped down between the legs, defeated. “My Diamond.”

Blue reached out, stroking along a blushing cheek. Yellow exhaled, eyes begging. That soft, naked form laid out in front of her. Breasts gently rising and falling. The supple neck and silky hair all leading to skilled lips. A short tug of the leash reminded her who was in charge.

“You’ve been so diligent. Such a hard worker.” Blue squeezed her legs harder, amused by the effect it had on Yellow’s already flustered expression. “Are you ready for your reward?”

The Diamond’s eyes lit up and she managed a nod. Blue sat up, winding the leash around her hand to help Yellow onto the bed. They shared a kiss, slow and soft, Yellow barely able to container her eagerness as she pressed against the naked form so long denied to her. Blue’s hand trailed down Yellow’s neck to her chest. Under her fingers she could feel muscles quiver from being left uncaressed all night. Her other hand tugged against the leash. Yellow felt the wind knocked from her as Blue pushed her backwards, leaving her prone on her back, bound hands trapped under her. With the taste of Blue still on her lips, the powerful Diamond gazed up with begging eyes. She didn’t have to wait long.

Blue had been patient as well. Watching the serious, commanding Diamond so broken and hungry had left her just as flustered. She crawled over Yellow, kneeling with leg on each side of her waist. Then she slid down, slow, keeping the pressure of her thighs until she rested just above Yellow’s breasts. Already she was wet and ready. Under her, heavy breathing, Yellow shaking from the glorious experience of Blue sitting mere inches from her face.

“Is that comfortable?”

No answer, just gasping as Yellow wanted to begin but was painfully not close enough. Blue blushed, sliding further until she met eager lips. Yellow wasted no time. The keen start left Blue gripping the bedding. She threw her head back, stifling her own urge to moan. Between her legs, Yellow had slowed down, gently inserting her tongue before pulling out again and sucking. No point in rushing after the long wait. Now it was her turn. She smirked as Blue jerked above her, pulling at the blankets.

“Y-Yellow!”

Blue gasped. Arms shaking, she managed to reach behind her and grab the silk binding. After a brief pull, the knot fell apart and Yellow’s hands were at last free. At once they reached up, gripping the bountiful ass resting on her chest. Nails dug into skin as Yellow’s mouth worked faster. The hips around her squeezed, letting her know the gesture was most appreciated.

Unintelligible begging stuttered from above. Yellow knew she was close. Her hands slid to grip the top of Blue’s thighs. All those long nights learning about each other had taught her just where to languish her tongue. The weight pressing on top of her shuddered. Blue went rigid at first, then moaned out before slumping forward in a hot, sweating mess. Her eyes closed and she managed a smile between heavy breaths.

Yellow wiped her mouth clean with an arm. “Was my service acceptable, my Diamond?”

Still a wreck, Blue could only fall over with a long sigh. Yellow wriggled out from under her and slid beside the exhausted Diamond. They lay facing each other; a playful caress here, a sly kiss there as they recovered. The bed had been left messy by their game. Blue wrapped her arms around Yellow and pulled her closer.

“We-we need to,” She nuzzled into Yellow’s hair, still catching her breath, “d-do this more often.”

Kissing Blue’s neck, Yellow stroked along that supple back. “Indeed.”

With Blue in her arms now, Yellow went back to worshiping that wonderful form. She brought her lips to tease along a breast; only a distraction s her hands slid down Blue’s back. Fingers gripped hard as Yellow curled up in on herself in shock, gasping for air. Blue had hit the button again.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Vibrator still humming, Yellow shuddered against Blue, unable to form words. She could feel herself close, but just as the sensation peaked, Blue shut off the toy. In her frustration, Yellow pulled Blue against her, determined to get something out of this. Blue sat up and easily wrestled the flustered Diamond around until Yellow sat in her lap, huffing. Yellow’s form trembled when a hand reached down and removed the toy from between her legs. Lips met her neck.

“Now,” Blue let Yellow lie back against her, “Let me take care of you.”

No argument, only acceptance. Blue knew just where to trail her tongue, where to place her hands. She wasted no time in replacing the toy with her own, skilled fingers. A pleased sigh from Yellow, now giving herself fully to whatever Blue wanted to do to her. Eyes closing, she opened her legs wider, knowing no device could be the substitute for the real thing. At the same time, Blue kept working on her neck and shoulders.

“Still so tense.”

Yellow was going to answer but instead gave a sharp inhale, gripping Blue as the fingers inside of her quickened their pace. She had been held back all night, all cycle through her never ending work. All that pent up energy laid bare under skilled hands and lips, now finally could release. Yellow arched her back with a moan before melting back into Blue’s hold. The lips remained against her neck, gently pampering her as Blue guided the spent Diamond down against the bed.

They lay in silence, only their breathing to be heard as they cuddled together. Yellow felt worn out, good and proper. Any other time the sensation would have felt annoying, cumbersome, but here all she wanted to do was press her face into Blue’s hair and think about nothing but her. She quivered when hands reached around her neck. Blue gently removed the collar, tossing it aside, only to return to massage the light mark it had left.

“How do you feel?”

Yellow kept shaking, clinging onto her fellow Diamond. Blue held her hands until she stopped. Peeking out from Blue’s chest, Yellow met Blue’s eyes and her cheeks flushed. Blue always thought it was from embarrassment, but over time she realized it came from contentment. Hard won, natural bliss that neither of them could find the strength to experience.

“Thank you.”

Yellow flashed a modest smile before burying her face in Blue’s hair once more.

#steven universe #fic #su fic #bellow diamond #bellow #blue diamond #yellow diamond #writing #cannot believe im posting this but #i worked pretty hard on it so eh #yes cliche title is a go

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quagmireisadora · 7 years ago

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[Jinki / Minho] Conditioned

To Jinki's eyes, he looked like a man who'd stepped off of a train that hadn't come to a complete halt yet. He had an urgency about his actions, but also a fear for his life. He looked unsure, but his sweat told stories of I have no choice, I had to come.

"H-hi," he approached the counter, bringing forth the neatly wrapped square-shaped package that stuck out of his undersized bag. "T-this is..." he said with a bobble of his head, and left it at that. As if that was all the explanation required for this transaction. His eyes were like that of a giraffe’s: kind, gentle in their gaze, but dreamy. Inattentive. A predator could've snuck out and bitten his pretty long neck out, and he'd have gone down quietly, without a sliver of fight in him.

At least, that's what Jinki thought.

He watched with slight amusement. "Name?" he nodded after a while.

"A-ah, Minho!" the man said, taking on a momentary pleasantness that dispersed the more his tongue produced. "Choi Minho. You see, I'm the 52nd great grandson of the famous Choi Sung who used to farm squids for the kingdom of--"

"Forget that," Jinki waved the unnecessary details away. "Did you come here of your own volition?" he inquired, readying the register for a new entry. It was a necessary question. Some months ago he'd had another sweaty-looking guy come in and drop off his stuff, only to be followed by the police who flung around all sorts of words like "evidence destruction" and "obstruction of justice". Since that incident Jinki made it a point to confirm with all his visitors.

"V-voli...? Eh?" The man named Minho sheepishly asked.

"Did anyone force you to come here? Like a blackmailer or a kidnapper or--"

"A-ah! No no, I... I came on my own," and with that the diffidence returned to his face. He fingered the corners of his package, as if considering taking it back and walking out of here. It piqued Jinki’s curiosity - to be clear, he did not do this out of a need to satisfy his inquisitive nature. He didn’t advertise, didn’t put out any numbers or addresses in the paper. If people came in here, chances were they’d heard about it from someone else. Word of mouth. One heartbroken person to another, that was Jinki’s extent of advertising this establishment.

“What’re you leaving behind?” he asked his next standard question.

“Uhm...” Choi Minho waited a beat, the sentence forming on his face before it entered the air. “Records. Old vinyl records.”

“Mm hmm,” Jinki acknowledged, scribbling in his register and continuing his note-taking. “Want to tell me more about them?” There was no response for a while. When he looked up to check, the other stood with his lips pursed, weight shifting from foot to foot. “You don’t have to,” Jinki clarified. “Usually people come here and leave their things, vent their feelings, then leave when they feel better. But that’s your choice. You don’t have to say anything.”

“Do you think I’ll feel better, too?”

Jinki shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you. You have to find out on your own.”

The man looked exasperated at that. Jinki could tell he had been avoiding this for a while. He’d probably weighed the decision between his palms for months before he took a single step out of his circle of comfort. He gulped, but he spoke nonetheless. “I... I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.” He bowed low. “I’m sorry.”

Jinki frowned a little, putting his pen down. It was not in his nature to give comfort to someone - the act of leaving a symbol of painful memories should’ve been enough to do that. There was no need for this to evolve from catharsis to therapy. So he kept to his chair behind the deposit window and he kept to himself. But he knew that healing was a long and arduous process, and he could see that Mr. Doe-Eyes here needed a bit of a push to help him along. So he cleared his throat and called out, “I don’t tell.” The other’s receding figure stopped halfway to the exit. “Whatever you say here stays here.”

The other considered this. There was a play of resolve in his warm eyes, shifting over surfaces and considering his choices. He’d settle on one thing, then move away from it. “Even...” he began inquiring. “Even if it’s something bad?”

“As long as you haven’t committed a crime,” Jinki pledged. “Then yes, even if it’s something bad.”

Choi Minho returned with leaden steps to stand in front of the glass panel, reluctantly returning his package to the ledge between them. “I... thank you. That--that would help. You keeping silent.”

Jinki frowned, but nodded.

#sept challenge #onho #drabble

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svtskneecaps · 7 years ago

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Blink and You’ll Miss It - Part 7

Summary: Sanha’s been a curious shit her whole life. Jackson’s always told her she’s going to get herself killed at some point. She thought that was a bunch of bull, but he might’ve actually been right. She might be in way over her head on this one.

Featuring: A bunch of bull, a lot of cursing, merciless butchering of honorifics, and other things. Essentially, it’s a Comedy of Errors: Story Version.

Warnings: Cursing. Lots and lots of it.

First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

Masterlist

Sanha almost slammed the door, almost turned tail and ran for it, almost lashed out. Apparently she needed to get her fight or flight instinct fixed, because she didn’t do anything except stare.

He’d noticed that the door was open, but all he’d done was turn away from her, shoulders shaking. Questions swirled through her head, but the only one that seemed applicable was “What the fuck?” and she accidentally said it in English. Apparently he understood, because his broken breathing changed to apologies.

This was so above her pay grade.

How long she stood there, she had no idea; she wasn’t timing it. She didn’t know what to do. Should she close the door and go one with her mission? She didn’t. She’d probably regret it, but she crouched down, finding a spot next to him and taking a page out of her mother’s book: rubbing circles on his back with her hand. It’d always calmed her down.

BamBam uncurled after what felt like longer than it probably was, swiping a sleeve across his face. He almost seemed scared to look at her. She wasn’t sure if now was when the conversation started. She felt like Poe Dameron, “So who talks first, you talk first? I talk first?” except the situation was completely different.

He pulled in a shaky breath, and her scrambling brain pulled back. “Why?”

“That’s not very specific.” The words dropped from her lips almost without her knowledge. Apparently it was instinct to treat everyone like Jackson when she got nervous and add a little teasing.

“Why are you helping me?” He turned slightly, still not quite facing her.

She didn’t know the answer herself. “Empathy?” The opal ring they’d picked up the hour before enhanced that. Maybe that was her issue. And now she’d die because of it. Sanha, you idiot. She didn’t know what to say. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine now.” She got to her feet and offered him a hand up. With the startled look he gave her, you’d think she was handing him the keys to her house. After a second of hesitation, he took it.

“Kay, but now you have to give me a five minute head start before you kill me,” she joked, fully expecting to not see the sunrise.

To her surprise, BamBam sighed and stared at the floor again. “That’s the other guy’s job.”

He’d hit her weakness. Her interest was piqued. She was already dead at this point; she might as well go out doing what she loved. “Other guy?”

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

“Maybe not, but I’ve got a twenty minute power point presentation all about why you should tell me anyway. Title is You Never Know Until You Try.” He snorted.

“Okay, fine.” He still didn’t look at her. “There’s another spirit, I guess that the girl summoned to help her. He stole my body with me still in it and he’s been using it.” He finally met her eyes. “I’m sorry about your friend, by the way.”

She surveyed him, a couple quick once-overs, and nodded. “I believe you.”

That obviously shocked him. “You’re not messing with me, are you?”

“Nope.” There’d been a change of plans. Forget the initial mission; she had the sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t make sense to continue with it anymore. She shook her head. “We need to leave.” Ignoring the confused look on his face, she moved to the door.

If Sanha had thought the other three were bad at moving their bodies, BamBam was worse. I twas no fault of his own, of course. He hadn’t even had the limited freedom the other kids had as semi-free roaming spirits. He probably hadn’t moved on his own in fifty years. That didn’t change the fact that he was walking like a baby giraffe, but it was cute.

They only made it to the entryway.

“Sanha!”

She cringed, hearing Jackson’s voice calling out, and turned around reluctantly.

“Get away from him, he’s dangerous; you know that!” Jackson came closer, and she backed away, instinctively moving between him and BamBam. The hurt expression on his face broke her heart, but she wasn’t sure yet.

“Yeah, well, you know me and running towards danger,” she mumbled, taking a few steps back.

“This is different now, you know this. He could kill you!”

He wouldn’t be acting this way. He never had before. Jackson would’ve noticed her actions, would’ve asked what she knew that he didn’t, would’ve done anything else but this. She slipped her phone out of her pocket and lit up the screen.

His eyes were blue.

“BamBam, get out of the building.” She kept her voice light and didn’t look away.

“I’m not going to just-”

“BamBam,” she repeated, “get out of the building.”

He didn’t argue that time. She knew he hadn’t left either, but she heard him move towards the door. She just hoped it was enough.

“Why do you trust him more than me?” Jackson’s voice asked. “Come on, I’m your best friend.”

“No; Jackson’s my best friend.” She stashed her phone back in her pocket, preparing herself. “You’re just some blue eyed dickhole.”

“They’re just contacts!”

She had to chuckle, even though she was 100% terrified. “Checkmate, fucker. Jackson oppa hates contacts. He’s scared of them getting stuck behind his eye.”

His face darkened and he rushed forward, but she was already running. She didn’t bother with vocal instructions and grabbed BamBam’s arm, pulling him along behind her. They didn’t stop running until they were through the fence, and then they just stopped there, catching their breath. Sanha slumped against the fence. BamBam just dropped.

“How’d you know?” BamBam asked after awhile.

“How’d I know what?”

“Any of it.” He rolled onto his back. “That Jackson was possessed, and that I wasn’t.”

“Easy.” She smiled. “Your eyes were blue earlier, like, aggressively blue. And then his eyes were blue in the entryway.”

“You based all of that on eyes?” He squinted at her. “You couldn’t have known what color my eyes were supposed to be.”

“Well the eyes worked for Jackson oppa. And they were only what sealed it for me with you. I had some other bits.” She bounced a little on the chain link fence, letting it rock her a little. “Like how bodies are functionally invincible when they’re not controlled by their matching spirit. A five on one fistfight shouldn’t end in the one winning. I’ll admit,” she added as an afterthought, “I didn’t really think about what it all meant until I saw you in the closet.”

“Thank you again for that.” He bowed his head a little, getting up again.

“Don’t mention it.” She flashed a cheeky peace sign, hoping to get him a little more comfortable. “It’s all in the line of duty.”

He laughed a little as they started walking. “What duty?”

“Nosing into every corner of people’s lives. That’s what my mom likes to say, anyway. My business is everyone else’s business.”

“You should print that on a business card and start a private eye service.”

Her eyes lit up. “That doesn’t sound half bad.”

He grinned at the expression of childlike glee on her face. The conversation fell away for a few steps, but it picked back up as Sanha pushed the door to her own dorm building open. “How are we going to break it to everyone else?”

“I’ll make a power point and wake everyone up in the dead of night to show them.” She rubbed her hands together. “It’s brilliant! The neighbors will hate me, the use of modern technology will confuse most of the kids, and the other two will probably actually kill me. There’s no way the plan can go wrong.”

“I thought you said two of them would kill you.”

“At this point I’m not sure I’m entirely opposed. I’m living on borrowed time~!” she sang, taking long, fluid, waltzing steps down the hall. He shook his head at her antics and trailed along behind.

Luckily for them, the kids crashed in Sanha’s dorm were out for the count. She didn’t have to explain that second. Her phone read 3:42 am, and it had been a week which had been more than eventful.

“Go ahead and crash in the room down the hall and to the right, second door,” she directed him. “Just don’t go rooting around in the stuff, okay?”

“We still don’t know what we’re doing about this,” he whispered back, indicating himself.

“i’ll deal with it when I’m lucid.” She fought back a monster yawn as she spoke. “I haven’t slept in almost 24 hours and I’ve got to figure out how to exorcise my best friend by midnight today. I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it, okay?” She wasn’t sure when she’d slipped into English, but either way the malapropism sounded better in her native tongue.

“I thought it was ‘cross that bridge’.” He frowned in confusion, also speaking English.

“There’s a whole grammar thing involved that I’ll tell you about in a couple of hours if you still want to know.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Don’t worry, I love talking people’s ears off with fun tidbits. Now go to bed.”

“Sure thing mom.”

~~~~~~~

Being a lying piece of trash, Sanha didn’t actually get to sleep for another hour as she searched up how to properly exorcise a person. After coming up with thing, she’d accidentally fallen asleep out of frustration. Needless to say, she was a bit disgruntled when she woke up with her face buried in the arm of the couch.

“Took you long enough,” Jaebum teased when he saw her sit up.

“You sleep like a rock, noona.” Youngjae took his chance and ran away with it.

“Yeah well you try researching for hours.” She covered her mouth as she yawned, setting her laptop to the side before it slid off the couch. She was honestly surprised it hadn’t yet. “And then doing some work in the field too.”

“That sounds dangerous,” Mark noted. The boys were all sat on the floor in a circle around the couch. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, but it didn’t matter.

“Danger is my middle name,” she mumbled in English, moving into the kitchen space to grab a breakfast bar and check the time. She calculated she’d slept for a measly 4 hours. That was more than enough to get her through the day.

Probably.

“We just went antiques shopping.” Yugyeom jumped in. “It wasn’t dangerous.”

She bobbed her head around, singing “field trip” under her breath as she grabbed her breakfast bar.

“What time did you get back?” Jaebum asked.

Yugyeom shrugged. “Around one, I think?”

“Sanha, what did you do?”

She turned around to find Jaebum staring at her. “What d’you mean what did I do?”

“Jackson told me you only get dancey when you didn’t get sleep. What time did you get to bed?”

She shrugged. “Four or five.”

All the sane individuals in the room erupted. She made vigorous shushing noises at them. “Shut the hell up, you’ll wake the kid!”

“We’re all awake.” Jinyoung glanced around the circle.

“Oh yeah.” She hummed, closing the cabinet door. “I may have gone on a bit of a field trip and picked up a straggler.”

“She gets dramatic when she’s tired,” Youngjae stage whispered to the group. She made a face at him and took her spot on the couch again.

“I got back from antiques shopping with Yugyeom and realized that it was dumb to go in guns blazing again.” She figured it would be better to get her motivation out of the way first. “Because five on one somehow wasn’t enough, and I doubt seven on one would be enough either. We needed a new plan, and my best idea was stealth.”

“You went back on your own?!”

“I know, it was dumb, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever.”

Jaebum slapped his forehead. “This is the exact opposite thing Jackson would have wanted!”

“As it turns out, Jackson oppa makes up 90% of my impulse control.” She ignored his mutter of ‘that’s terrifying’ in favor of finishing her story. “And anyway, some good came out of it. I got some info.”

“Info like what?” Jinyoung asked.

More awake, she got down to business, opening the wrapper on her breakfast bar. “We can’t beat this guy by kicking the crap out of him. It won’t work. We have to get him out of the body.”

“Sanha, we’re missing pieces.” Jaebum’s words were muffled by the hands he had still had on his face, but she recognized his meaning.

“Oh shit, right, sorry.” Sometimes she got so caught up in the investigation she’d forget that the people she was working with didn’t have all the bits. “So as it turns out, we’re not up against a demon, it’s actually a spirit. See, it wasn’t actually BamBam in control; that’s why we couldn’t hurt him.” She explained how she’d gotten to the conclusion again and was relieved when nobody questioned her on it.

“So now we have to get the spirit out of BamBam when we get Jackson?” Yugyeom sounded more excited than all of them at the news.

“Actually, no. That there’s a bit of a story, but I actually got BamBam last night. ‘s wild how that works.” She watched as the kid’s face lit up. Ah. Her half baked hypothesis was correct. BamBam was the kid’s best friend. “Let the poor kid sleep though, he’s had a rough night.”

“Is the spirit in Jackson, then?” Mark asked.

“Good guess. Yeah, that’s what we’re working with right now. It’s going to be a little more difficult to get him back than I thought.”

“You already did research, didn’t you?” Youngjae knew her well enough to know that much.

“You bet. Exorcisms are out.” She picked up her notepad and took a bite out of her breakfast bar (finally). She covered her mouth with one had as she kept talking. “They’re just for demons; it’s all about Christ and God and the Lord’s prayer and shit. That’s not going to work for us.” She paused. “As a side note, don’t look up exorcisms at four in the morning. Spooky shit, that.”

“So are we just researching how to get spirits out of bodies now?” Mark’s fingers danced around, slightly anxiously.

“Yeah. There’s got to be a way to do it, since this dickbag managed to do it to you three. We just need to find it.”

“Language,” Jinyoung mumbled.

“Sorry.”

#got7 #got7 au #bambam #kim yugyeom #im jaebum #mark tuan #wang jackson #choi youngjae #park jinyoung #bambam bhuwakul

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devereauxsdisease · 8 years ago

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Time of Your Life

A belated birthday present to my beloved @disraeligearsgoestumblin who wanted a Check, Please! ficlet. I hope this bit of nonsense suffices!

“Thanks for joining Falcs TV for our Livestream, everyone. We’ve got something special for you today. We’re checking out if these boys can do more than play great hockey. Join me as we test the team on their hidden talents.” Georgia winked at the camera before leading it to Thirdy.

“Alright, we’re going to start with the old men of the team. All the Falcs Fans know this guy, Thirdy, what have you got for us today?”

Thirdy held up a long balloon. “I’ll be making some awesome balloon animals, George.”

Georgia turned to raise her eyebrow to the camera as Thirdy squeaked through a clumsy sculpting job. After a few moments, he held up…something. The long, bent balloon had two little nubs twisted into its base.

“It’s a giraffe!” Thirdy tried to smile confidently.

“It’s obscene.” Marty snickered, earning an out of frame kick to the shin from Georgia. “What? Look at that thing! Giraffes have four legs, Thirdy.”

“It’s the front view of the giraffe!” Thirdy frowned.

“Well, that was wonderful, let’s move on to Marty, shall we?” Georgia stepped quickly away from Thirdy and his semi-phallic balloon. “Marty, what do you have for us today?”

“First, I’d like to take a moment, as senior captain of the Falcs, to apologize for the inappropriate content in Thirdy’s talent. We at the Falcs don’t condone such inappropriate-” The balloon whooshed through the frame, smacking Marty squarely on the forehead. Marty looked at the camera with a raised eyebrow. “My special talent is killing co-captains.”

Marty ran off screen and Georgia was left to smile awkwardly as noises of a scuffle broke out behind the camera. Georgia rolled her eyes. “As you can see, my special talent is wrangling toddlers the size of large men. Let’s check out one of our most mature players, shall we? It’s new fan favorite, and our rookie captain, Jack Zimmermann!”

Jack stood at a counter, a white apron tied carefully around his Falcs jersey. He blushed softly as the camera approached.

“Jack! What is your special talent?”

“Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” Jack opened a jar of jelly with a hand-written label and began spreading it on a thick slice of bread. “I’m going to use plum jelly and hand-ground peanut butter for this one.”

Georgia raised an eyebrow. “Your special talent is spreading peanut butter and jelly on bread?”

Jack looked up at her, blush darkening. “The special talent is finding someone who loves you enough to make jelly, bread, and peanut butter for your Falcs TV appearance.”

Georgia grinned, reaching up to ruffle Jack’s hair. “Jack Zimmermann, everyone – terrifying on the ice, big ole marshmallow in the kitchen. Can I have a bite?”

Jack offered Georgia half the sandwich. They both chewed thoughtfully for a minute. “Ok, Jack Zimmermann’s talent for picking a perfect significant other is clearly the one to beat!”

Jack’s mouth curled into a crooked grin as he chewed.

“Well, let’s move on to-”

POP

“My giraffe!”

“AHEM,” Georgia tried to redirect the camera from catching Marty and Thirdy’s nonsense. She was going to kill the executive that suggested a live stream. “Let’s move on to our last competitor, fan favorite Alexi ‘Tater’ Mashkov! Tater?”

Georgia looked around the room only to find Tater in a corner, appearing forlorn. He was wearing a shiny pink silk shirt and tight black pants. Georgia knew something was up, since Alexi was more into cargo shorts than silk, but she needed to get through this last debacle before she ended the Livestream.

“What are you doing in the corner, Tater?” Georgia tried to keep the annoyance from her voice.

“Oh, woe is to me,” Tater cried, throwing an arm dramatically over his eyes. “I am not having a talent and must stay in corner.”

Georgia scrunched her brow at the display. She opened her mouth to ask what on earth Tater was doing after he begged to be in this Livestream, but before she could speak, there was a noise at the back of the room.

“Hey!” The camera turned to follow the shout. Bitty stood with his hands on his hips, his hair was slicked into a pompadour, a leather jacket over a black button-down shirt. “Nobody puts Tater in a corner!”

Georgia looked over at Jack, who sighed, but connected his phone to a portable speaker and hit a few buttons.

I’ve had the time of my life…

As the music started, Bitty shed his jacket, tossing it to Jack. He strutted over to Tater, spun on his heels and offered the larger man his hand. Tater grabbed it, pulling Bitty into a perfect dance hold. With a small smile, Bitty leaned forward, dipping Tater, before pulling him up into a quick samba step.

Georgia carefully scooted out of the frame as Bitty and Tater spun and quick stepped around the room. She wandered over to Jack, who was too focused on Bitty to notice Georgia beside him. Marty and Thirdy stopped scuffling to join Jack and Georgia. Thirdy began to clap along as Bitty and Tater continued their displays of fancy footwork. Poots and Snowy ran into the room, Snowy still holding a half-wrapped ice pack from the trainer.

“Shit, I heard an intern say this was happening, but it’s so much fucking better than I imag-OW!”

Georgia smacked Poots again.

“We are live.” She hissed, pointing at the camera. Poots nodded and ducked his head. Bitty and Tater were doing a series of complex turns that ended with Bitty running his hand down Tater’s extended arm. Marty hooted.

Suddenly, Bitty stepped away from Tater, performing three jumping spins before snapping as he walked toward the camera. Tater swung his hips as he waited for Bitty to get into position.

“Oh god, Jack – they’re not going to?” Georgia looked at Jack, who just smirked and raised a brow.

Bitty held out his arms and Tater barreled toward him, leaping at the last moment. The observing Falcs gasped, except for Jack, who beamed as Bitty braced and lifted Tater above his head, biceps bulging with the effort. Tater yelled in victory, pumping his fists as Bitty held him aloft.

“Tater’s still late on his turns,” Jack said, watching as Bitty easily began spinning the giant man above his head. “At least Bitty got him in the air that time.”

Marty leaned over, elbowing Jack. “You knew about this?”

Jack sighed. “They knocked over two lamps and Tater nearly went over the balcony Tuesday night.”

Marty smirked, watching as Bitty completed a final twirl, before lowering Alexi to the ground. They both spun into a deep bow. “I gotta tell you, kiddo - I love that boy of yours.”

Georgia jumped back on camera to immediately declare Tater the winner – his first ever victory during a Falcs TV contest. The big man grabbed Bitty by the waist, swinging him in giant arcs as he celebrated their victory.

“B! We win! We are better at dancing and probably hockey, yes?” Tater lifted Bitty high, still circling. “Next time we make pie, ok?”

Amidst the noise and the motion, Bitty managed to find Jack through the crowd and send him a wink.

Jack felt his lips curl into a soft smile as he returned Bitty’s wink. “Me too, Marty. Me too.”

#fic #birthday fic #zimbits #omgcheckplease #Tater and Bitty are BFFs #Tater has the time of his life #Dirty Dancing y'all!

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kushaanwriting · 8 years ago

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Day 7: The Circle of Life’s Folly (Continued)

*Short Story*

Concept Description: Every animal is required to attend the new Lion King’s christening yet half those animals get hunted down by the same king they bow down to. Gamul, a young Gazelle, has decided that he has had enough. He is in the process of planning the single greatest act of defiance in the history of the animal kingdom - skipping the christening of the Lion King’s son. This is the story of the Lion King told from the perspective of a Gazelle. Part one is included on Day 3.

As daybreak colored the savanna in a light orange flow, more animals joined Gamul at the watering role. He was greeted with a familiar kick to the back of the leg; Gamul turned to find a zebra smiling, caked in dirt with the hair on top of his head frayed in several directions.

“What’s up, stranger?” jabbed the zebra, walking over to an empty spot next to Gamul and taking a large slurp. “You look dead.”

“Hi Zeke,” mumbled Gamul. “Couldn’t sleep.”

A few seconds passed in silence as Zeke observed the other animals at the watering hole. Leaning in closer to Gamul, he asked, “Parents?”

“Parents?”

“They’re in the cave. Safe.”

Zeke gave a sigh of relief.

“Yours?”

“Mother got banged up pretty bad near a trench the other day,” said Zeke somberly. “Can barely walk. Limped down to the watering hole on the first day but each day has been getting harder. Don’t even know if she’ll be able to lift the –“

The rest of the sentence never came; it was caught in Zeke’s throat. Gamul understood. He had this type of conversation every day with a different animal in the watering hole. A conversation about whether their parent or relative would be able to walk. To survive. It was all because of the lions. The fucking lions.

“You hear about Simba?” said Zeke, bending down to take another sip. “First kid. Should be pretty cool. Don’t think we’ve had an initiation since Mufasa’s. Mother and I are thinking of heading out a day early – taking a scenic route across the river.”

Gamul felt a surge of anger in his stomach. For a brief second, he had forgotten all about the plan – hearing Simba’s name brought a resurgence to the anger. His anger shifted to Zeke - the casual way Zeke talked about the event as if it was a wedding. A heartwarming occasion.

“Zeke. Your mom can’t walk.”

“Oh, she’ll be fine. We need to just leave a day –“

“ZEKE. SHE CAN’T WALK.”

Zeke stared back up alarmed. Gamul hadn’t intended to yell but the pressure building up instead of him had crossed a Rubicon. “THE LIONS MAIMED HER AND YOU’RE – YOU’RE JUST – YOU’RE JUST GOING BACK TO THEM ON BENDED KNEE? YOU THINK – WHAT - THEY’LL SPARE HER NEXT TIME SHE TURNS UP ALONE IN THE PRIDE LANDS? REMEMBER HOW OBEDIENTLY SHE CAME TO PAY HER RESPECTS TO THE KING!?”

Zeke took a step back, mouth hung open. Gamul had never recalled having a contentious moment with Zeke, let alone even exchanging one dismissive statement. He wanted Zeke to argue, to give him one good reason to go. He would have even preferred if Zeke hit him – reconciled his anger instead of his standing there dumbstruck.

The other animals had looked up to see the source of the yelling. Gamul caught an elephant he had never seen before scratching his forehead with his trunk looking rather perturbed. A stork starting with wide eyes. A giraffe attempting to shield a frightened child who had reacted rather fearfully to Gamul’s sudden outburst. He waited for one to step forward – to praise his chain of logic. His wish was greeted with silence.

“What the hell, Gamul?” Zeke broke the silence. “You can’t – You can’t talk about the king like that!”

Gamul laughed. “The king? The king!? This is how I feel about the king.”

He took one step back, forcefully lifted his head and spat on the ground at Zeke’s feet.

All at once, the animals exploded. The elephant’s trunk blared, the stork flew away in an exasperated hurry and the giraffe’s child burst into tears as the giraffe gave him a cold, disapproving stare.

Fuck them, he thought. If they weren’t going to step forward to defend him, he could care less. If they wanted to be the king’s pawns, it was well within their right.

In one swift movement, he walked away from the watering role as the animals fled – likely to tell their respective communities about the Cango’s newest anarchist.

He walked back into the cave to find it empty – his parents had likely gone out to find a nice path of grass. Gamul preferred it with this way. He had spent all morning trying to find the perfect way to explain to his parents what he was about to do; now, he found he was too angry to articulate anything.

He drifted off into a deep sleep and entered a stage dream. He was still in the cave yet he was no longer in the Southern Cango. It was a different type of cave – elevated and attached to a cliff. He heard roars outside the cave – hundreds, perhaps thousands of lions. He stepped outside onto the cliff and stared down with a gasp. Below the cliff, thousands of lions were walking towards him They didn’t look hungry, sadistic, or even angry. In fact, they were smiling. They were bowing.”

One of the lions yelled, “ALL HAIL GAMUL!” as there was an answering cheer from the crowd. “GAMUL! GAMUL! GAMUL!”

The noise seemed to be getting softer until it turned into a whisper. It sounded less like a dream by the second - it felt like someone was whispering right into his ear.

“GAMUL!”

Gamul awake in a cold sweat - Zeke was kneeling next to them on the cave.

“I thought about it some more and - I’m in,” he whispered. “I’m not going.”

(To Be Continued)

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thisnerdblog · 8 years ago

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Brucenat au where their baby loves disney

The quick patter of little feet on chubby legs brought Bruce out of his concentration faster than anything else ever could. Having a child drastically changed his perception forever, he’s gone from being aware of himself and those in his surroundings to being borderline paranoid- hyper aware of where and what his toddler was up to.

The son of of the Black Widow and the Hulk was turning out to be an exhausting mix of their combined intelligence and deceptive natures.

So it was with that in mind, Bruce had closed his laptop and removed his glasses, listening intently as his boy raced down the halls coming closer and closer to the open den door.

“DADDA! DADDA!” Bruce couldn’t help the swath of instinctual pride and love as his dark haired little boy burst into the room.

All he could see was Natasha in the boys face; her nose, pinched his eyebrows like she did, he even had her devious little smirk. Even if everyone else claimed he was Bruce’s double, he only saw Natasha and he was glad he couldn’t find the Banner in him, Bruce hoped it would die with him and he had helped to give life to a new sort of Banner.

“Bixy!” Bruce scooped his son into his arms setting him on his knee.”What are you up to? I thought it was bath time?”

The little boy shook his head vigorously, curls flying wild. “No! Mama said I could do Simba first!”

Bruce leaned back in his chair feigning deep thought, stroking his chin and humming. “I dunno if I can do Simba, I hurt my arm, I’ve got a bone in it.”

“No, Dadda.”

“Yeah! Feel.” Bruce held out his arm and little Bixby prodded his forearm with chubby little fingers. “See, there’s a bone in there.”

“That’s supposed to be there.” Bixby said with serious eyes and Natasha’s pinched eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?” Bruce tested out his arm, rolling his shoulder. “I guess your right. I suppose we can do Simba, only if you promise not to give Mama any trouble during bath time.”

Bixby’s large blue eyes lit up and crawled up Bruce to wrap his arms around his neck. “Really!”

“Yup, let’s go.” Bruce marched with Bixby in his arms to the living room where Natasha was waiting with the lion king cued up to the specific part.

“Alright.” Natasha smiled warmly as Bruce placed their son on the ground and she pressed play, immediately ‘Circle of Life’ stated to play.

Bruce and Natasha stood back elbow to elbow, watching their son march around the living room pretending to be the elephants and giraffes he saw on screen. He spread his arms like wings when Zazu flew on screen, he dipped his head as royally as he could, same as Mufassa.

Then finally Rafiki marched on screen and now it was Bruce’s turn to join in. He bowed to Mufassa Bixby and Bixby threw his arms around Bruce’s legs. Soon Bruce was kneeling down pretending to anoint Bixby with Rafiki’s dust and coconut juice. As the song was reaching it’s climax Bruce took Bixby into his arms, the boy was wiggling and giggly as Bruce dramatically held him up in the air as all the animals on screen cheered and bowed.

#prompt fill #brucenat #hulkwidow #brutasha

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kuwahuru · 6 years ago

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Safari Zanzibar and Kilimanjaro

Serengeti Zanzibar and Kilimanjaro, 15 Days tour program is designed to allow clients with a long stay in Tanzania to witness all three hot destinations at once, Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro, Tanzania Safari and Zanzibar Beach holiday Our Kilimanjaro Safari Zanzibar package mesmerizes those who desire to explore the true essence of Africa’s beauty. The brilliant combination of the vast plains of the ancient savannah, the tropical beaches and exceptional culture of Zanzibar as well as standing atop Africa’s spellbinding rooftop creates an unparalleled experience. Kilimanjaro is a metaphor for East Africa’s astonishing beauty and the calm trek journeys amid lush rainforests splotched with various monkeys, azure glaciers and the mystical cloud forest. Lake Manyara National Park features the rare tree-climbing lions and an alkaline lake encrusted with pink hues due to the graceful flamingos. The Serengeti provides the embodiment of African wildlife on the golden landscape whilst the Ngorongoro Crater drums a dense region of vegetation, wildlife and fascinating birds. In Zanzibar the sun arises from beneath the horizon, cascading a bombardment of colours that hurl over the sky with extreme alacrity and bright rays of light bounce across the ocean of sequins. Enticing aromas drift amidst the Indo-Arabic backdrop in Stone Town. Our Kilimanjaro Safari Zanzibar trip will surpass your wildest expectations. Day 1: Arusha To Ngorongoro Crater In the morning at 0600 hrs, is a pick up time from your hotel in Arusha town, with your packed lunch, drive on tarmac road 190 km to Ngorongoro Conservation entry gate. Drive on and descend 2000 feet (over 600 meters) into the crater floor for a day game drive, Explore the forest areas that are inhabited by monkeys and elephant, the lake area, where you may see the flamingos and the open Savannah where the lions hunt for food. Ngorongoro is a special place in that it is a Conservation Area, not a National Park; this means that the whole area is managed for both the animals and the local Masai people who graze their cattle alongside the indigenous wildlife. After stopping at the entrance gate, where there is a chance to learn more about this fascinating volcanic landscape, we will drive around the rim of the Crater itself, and from here we can look down and see the herd of wildebeest or buffalos. This truly world-class attraction is also known as the ’8th Wonder of the World’ finally we descend into the crater. The crater walls provide a natural sanctuary for the animals, which means there is plenty to see: lions, elephants, buffalo, rhino and leopard (if you are lucky). The only animal you won’t see in here is a giraffe, whose long legs are unable to cope with the steeps sides of the crater. In the late afternoon we start going out of the crater overnight at Our dinner and overnight at RHINO LODGE Day 2: Tour to Serengeti National Park After having your breakfast you’ll depart for Serengeti national park via the beautiful high lying farmland of Ngorongoro conservation area while having a game viewing on route to Serengeti National park. Leaving the highlands behind, we descend into the heart of wild Africa - the Serengeti National Park - with its endless plains, rolling into the distance as far as the eye can see. We head to the central park area, known as the Seronera area, one of the richest wildlife habitats in the park, featuring the Seronera River, which provides a valuable water source to this area and therefore attracts wildlife well representative of most of the Serengeti's species enjoying the evening game drive towards the Lodge for dinner and over night at Tanzania bush luxury tented camp Day 3: Full Game Drive To Serengeti National Park We have another full day in this wonderful park, marking the second night of our itinerary. Wake up call at 0600 am, have just a cup of hot coffee then proceed for the early morning game drive, this morning game drive is very important as you will be able to witness the early morning kills from the big five. After the game drive, drive back to the Lodge at 0930 am for the main breakfast, thereafter proceed with your game drive, Our guides will choose the best spotting locations for the time of the year. We can spend time at the Hippo pool watching these majestic animals laze about in the freshwater happily living alongside the crocodiles, watch a big pride of lions, be in the middle of the migration, sometimes surrounded by wildebeest, sometimes by zebras, which travel with the wildebeest. We journey from the wide open plains to the kopjes, These volcanic rocky outcrops provide protection and shelter for a wide variety of animals and from the top we can look out across the vast grasslands of the Serengeti. This diverse and interesting landscape will provide us with the ultimate in game viewing, we will hopefully see all of the plain games. Elephants, giraffe, zebra, wildebeest, lions and it you are lucky the elusive leopard and cheetah, as well as huge amounts of interesting bird life, from the elegant secretary birds to the flightless ostrich. We return to our special tented camp dinner & overnight. Day 4: Serengeti to Ngorongoro and Lake Eyas Wake up call at 0600 am, have just a cup of hot coffee then proceed for the early morning game drive, this morning game drive is very important as you will be able to witness the early morning kills from the big five. After few hours of the game drive, drive back to the Lodge at 0930 am for the main breakfast’ optional”, there after check out the Lodge with your Lunch box , you will continue the game drive through the Serengeti National Park. You will sight hundreds of wildebeests and zebras and often lions and other big cats such as leopards and cheetahs in the Seronera Valley We head towards Ngorongoro. En route you will continue with game drive in the direction of Ngorongoro Crater Rim. As soon as you have reached the edge of the crater, the caldera opens up before you and you will have a remarkable view of this impressive natural wonder. You will continue driving living high land of Ngorongoro behind towards Lake Eyasi to visit Hadzabe Tribe and Datooga Tribe Lake Eyasi

Lake Eyasi, located south of the Serengeti National Park and immediately southwest of the Ngorongoro Crater in the Crater Highlands area of Tanzania, is one of several lakes on the floor of the Great Rift Valley. The southwest flank of Ngorongoro Volcano drains into the northeast end of the lake. The lake is generally rectangular, except the indented southeast side, which appears to be shallower because sediment has filled in the shore. Most of the former shoreline can be identified by the colour change around the fairly steep embanked perimeter of the lake. Seasonal water level fluctuations in the lake are dramatic, perhaps indicating that Lake Eyasi is relatively shallow even during periods of maximum water The Bushman Tribe The Bushman (also known as the Wahadzabe tribe) still maintain their traditional hunter-gatherer way of life. A visit to the village will be led by a local guide who will describe their lifestyle. The Bushman will make fire from sticks and will show you their very few belongings. They will take you on a simulated hunt in the area with their bows and arrows, and visitors can try a little target practice. The visit concludes with a traditional singing and dancing. In the rainy season, they live in caves, and in the dry season, they live in the trees and bushes. Homes are marked by upright sticks in a semi-circle. Beds and floor mats are hides from kudu and impala. The men hunt for wild animals and birds with bows and arrows. There are different arrows for different types of animals. Poisoned arrows are used for large animals. They also eat honey, tubers out of the ground, and fruits from the Baobab tree. In the dry season, they must dig down in the dry river bed to find water. Men and women socialize in very separate groups. Small children and babies stay with the women and boys of 7 and older group with the men. The Bushman are monogamous, The dowry to get married to a woman is 2 big baboons and many liters of honey. Men wear shorts and animal hides. Women wear colorful clothes wrapped around them. Jewelry is made from beads, porcupine quills, fur, and hide. Arrows and jewelry can be purchased from them with TZ shillings or traded (baseball hats, etc.). After enjoying the all the activities with Hadzabe Tribe, and Datooga we will return to mto wa mbu town for the night Fanaka Hotel this town is close to lake Manyara National Park. Day 5: Mto Wa Mbu/ Snake Park To Arusha Town After breakfast, Departure in the morning buck to Arusha On your way buck we will stop for the maasai Dance. Before we reach the airport we will have one last stop . Meserani Snake Park Tours The snake park is located 25 km west of Arusha on the route to the Serengeti and Ngorongoro crater. Traveler to Meserani Snake Park can feed baboons, hold wild tortoises and get up close with dozens of slithering snakes. Expert guides explain the difference between each of the species protected at Meserani and explore the necessary steps to protect people from their poison. The snake park provides various activities, take a guided tour and learn about some of the most dangerous snakes in the world, from the Black and Green Mamba, Egyptian Cobra, Puff Adders and many more. Capture your special moment and hold a real live snake. Check out the 3m plus crocodiles at feeding time and touch a baby crocodile. In addition to lethal black mamba, spitting cobras and the impressive African python, Meserani Snake Park is also home to monitor lizards, crocodiles and other reptiles. Travelers can wander the grounds, explore the exhibits, and even venture to the nearby clinic that provides free medical services to the Maasai people. A popular cultural museum offers an opportunity to learn more about this iconic culture and You can also enjoy your personal Maasai guide who will take you on a spectacular tour of the Maasai Cultural Museum, to jumping on a camel and going on safari to the local village. The festive Snake Park Bar is a perfect spot to sip a cool drink and catch some serious shade after a day under the African sun After that scary and unforgettable moment we will go straight to the airport to catch your flight to Zanzibar

4 Days Safari Blue Zanzibar

A trip to Zanzibar is a great way to relax after climbing Kilimanjaro or after your adventure safari. Kuwa Huru Adventure Tanzania provides an all-inclusive 3 days Zanzibar getaway package with four different levels of lodging to choose from. Day 5: Arrive in Zanzibar - Prison Island Tour On arrival at Zanzibar International Airport you'll be personally met and escorted by our driver-guide to the fashionable Hotel in Stone Town. After check immediately the fun begin you’ll start your tour to Prison Island

Changuu Island, also known as Prison Island, is just off the coast of Stone Town, Zanzibar. Now a tourist attraction, – earning its name as a former prison for slaves and a quarantine station for Zanzibar and the mainland, nowadays the island gives you the chance to escape for some peace and quiet. It is fringed with a beautiful coral reef, ideal for snorkeling, and has a lovely white beach for sunbathing. This tour is a great way to see some history and wildlife, The island lies just off the Old Stone Town, prison island is where slave was been kept after remain from the market, it is also a home to giant land tortoises that were imported from Seychelles in the late 19th century. Now it is more commonly known as a home of Zanzibar’s Giant Aldabran Tortoise colony, some of which are over a hundred years old! This endangered species came to Zanzibar as a gift from the government of the Seychelles. Once on the island, you have the opportunity to feed and pet the tortoises, if you have time you may also like to take a stroll through the forested interior where you will see a wide variety of birds, colorful peacocks, bats, and beautiful butterflies. Keep your eyes peeled too for the shy and elusive Duikers – an unusual tiny antelope species. you will have chance of doing snorkeling at the island .after prison tour the boat will drive you back. Dinner and overnight at Dhow palace hotel . Day 6: Jozani Forest/ Dolphin and Spice Farms Tour. Spend the day at the Island with a variety of optional activities. the most popular dolphin spotting location in Zanzibar is in Kizimkazi village, located on the Southern coast of Zanzibar Island where you can see both bottle-nose and humpback dolphins. Dolphin tour is best very early in the morning, because in the afternoon as the sun rises sea water tends to become warm, therefore dolphins dive deep down the sea bottom to escape heat, Early At 06:00 in the morning you’ll be picked up to south coast of Zanzibar for dolphin tour, Although dolphin-spotting is a popular activity, sightings aren’t guaranteed 100%, and actually managing to swim with dolphins is a rare occurrence, like with other wild animals spotting dolphins require time and patience as they are not confined in a cage or a zoo, they are in their natural environment. Dolphin tour last for two to three hours. Kizimkazi is also the site of a 12th century mosque, the earliest evidence of Islam in East Africa, and is thus worth a visit for both cultural and historical reasons. The dolphin trip can be combined with Jozani Forest, as the forest is on the way to Kizimkazi we pass through the forest on the way back from dolphin tour. We will stop for Lunch in one that beach restaurants, Where by later you will continue with your Itinerary. Jozan forest

The forest is 2,512 hectares (6,207 acres) in size and was declared a nature reserve in the 1960′s. Jozani forest is a natural pharmacy, an amazing source of natural remedies! Every plant or tree cures something. What is so beautiful about Jozani forest tour, that height of the trees and the palms are just outstanding! Jozani is also famous for rare red Colobus monkeys and even harder to spot – Zanzibar Sykes’ monkey, a very rare monkey species unique to Zanzibar. Along with Red Colobus Monkeys you can expect to see Bushbaby, 50 different species of butterflies and 40 species of birds. This forest is one of the last remaining sanctuaries in the world of the red colobus monkey. Wonderful photo opportunities and sightings of these rare creatures living in the forest reserves are possible on the pathways. Our guides are also naturalists and nature lovers will have a wonderful time in the nature reserve. Spice Farms

After Lunch you will continue to Spice farm visit spice plantations where you will have the opportunity to pick, smell & save our fruits & spices that you have probably never seen on the supermarket shelf. Commencing at the ruins of the Maruhubi Palace, via the site of David Livingston's house (one of Africa's greatest explorers) the journey continues north of town towards the Kidichi Persian Baths. From here we continue to the rural areas were local farmers live & produce some of the world's most exotic fruits and spices. Cloves, star fruit, 'bulls heart', tangerine trees, lemon grass, mangos teen and lip-stick trees to name but a few are what you can we expect to see - according to the seasons. Perhaps you will fancy buying a basket of freshly picked spices to take home with you It is full day, back to hotel around 18:30. Dinner and overnight stay at Dhow palace hotel Half board. Day 7: The Safari blue The original and the best "Safari Blue" is a full day excursion using locally made traditional sailing dhows of between 8 to 10 meters in length. We currently operate 6 passenger-carrying dhows that are finished to the very highest standards and fitted with outboard engines, marine VHF radios, gas inflatable life jackets, sunshade, boarding ladder, waterproof bags and first aid kit with DAN oxygen unit. We also have public liability and marine insurance. The excursion starts at the fishing village of Fumba, 30 minutes drive from Stone Town. Fumba is situated in the southwest corner of the island and an ideal starting point to explore Menai Bay, designated a Conservation Area. The bay has a number of beautiful uninhabited islands and sandbanks and is frequented by humpback. Day 8: Departure Day Zanzibar to Arusha Depending on your flight schedule and departure time, before departure time your guide will take you for the walking tour in Stone Town, which is the old city and cultural heart of Zanzibar and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Famous for its winding alleys, bustling bazaars, sultan’s palace, mosques, House of Wonders, Portuguese fort and gardens and the extravagant merchants’ houses with their remarkably ornate doors then you will be transferred to the Airport to take a flight. If you are flying out from Dar es Salaam or Nairobi, we will arrange a connection, to catch your flight buck home, don’t forget to Come Buck. The Rest of the Group will continue to climb Kilimanjaro, The Kilimanjaro climb Team at same same day We will gather in the evening at 5:30 pm or 06pm, for a pre-climb briefing and an equipment check it will depend what time you’ll will arrive from Zanzibar overnight at Muvuli Hotel

Marangu Route 6 Days – Kilimanjaro Climbing

Kilimanjaro-Mandara-Huts Summary Well known as the “Coca-Cola” route. As the only route that has the luxury of sleeping huts along the way, the Marangu route is popular among those who want a bit more comfort while undertaking this classic trek. It has a gentle slope for the first several days, before the tough summit attempt from Kibo Hut. Regarded as the least difficult of routes, Marangu is the most popular route on Kilimanjaro. The Best Months To Climb Kilimanjaro.

Normally March, April and May are the months with long rains and should be avoided. November is usually short rains but it is not often rains all the days so Climbing is possible. The best Months for climbing Mount Kilimanjaro are January, February and also August and September. July can be colder and November to December can be wet. January to February is the warmest months, almost clear of clouds each evening and morning. The success rates with our guides are outstanding compared to the overall success rates for all climbers who attempt to reach the top . Summit Success Rates: Gilman’s Point (99%). Uhuru Peak (97%). Climbing Details by Day Arrive in Arusha town We stay at Muvuli Hotel which is a beautiful Hotel located on the lower slopes of Mount meru and is a perfect place to prepare you for adventure. We will gather in the evening at 5:30 pm for a pre-climb briefing and an equipment check. We will also confirm you have the appropriate mandatory medical coverage and travel insurance. Day 9: Climb to Camp at Mandara Hut After completing the entrance formalities at the National Park gate (1,830 m.) we climb up through attractive and unspoilt forest to reach the clearing containing (2,700 m.). The volcanic remains of Maundi Crater are nearby, and make a good afternoon excursion. An alternative is to simply rest and enjoy the beautiful forest around you. Camp at Mandara Hut Day 10: Climb to Horombo Hut (3,720 m.) The first part of the walk is a steep ascent through forest, but the path soon opens out into grassy moorland and, in clear weather, there are good views of Kibo and Mawenzi peaks. We climb steadily through the moorland zone, containing giant heather and occasional stands of groundsel, to eventually reach the hut complex at Horombo (3,720 m.). Sunrises and sunsets here are often very spectacular, the site is close to the glaciated dome of Kibo, and there is a real sense of being above the clouds. Day 11: Climb to Mawenzi Peak -Horombo Hut The day is spent making an excursion towards the base of the seldom visited Mawenzi peak, which affords excellent views of Kibo and our route up to the crater rim at Gillman’s Point. Today we walk towards the Mawenzi hut, passing the Zebra Rocks, this extra day and night at Horombo is for additional acclimatization, Mawenzi is an older volcano than Kibo and so has eroded further into a very jagged ridge with dramatic pinnacles. The landscape feels more alpine and there is a greater sense of peacefulness than in other locations on this route. We spend a second night at Horombo Hut to further improve our acclimatization. Day 12: Climb up to Kibo Hut (4,700 m.) We climb very gradually towards the lunar desert of the Saddle between Mawenzi and Kibo. The terrain changes to scree and there is a palpable sense of high altitude wilderness. We usually reach Kibo Hut (4,700 m.) at the bottom of the crater wall by midday and the afternoon is free (to contemplate the summit ascent!!). The remainder of the day is spent resting and eating in preparation for the final climb before a very early night! Day 13: Climb up to Uhuru Peak (5,896 m.) We will start our ascent by torchlight at about 1 a.m. so that we can be up at Gillman’s Point by sunrise. The initial climb is steep over loose volcanic scree, but there are some well-graded zig-zags and a slow but steady pace will have us up to Gillman’s (5,685 m.) in about five or six hours. We will rest there and spend some time taking in the sunrise. Those who are still feeling strong can make the three hour round trip from here along the crater rim to Uhuru Peak (5,896 m.), passing close to the spectacular glaciers that still occupy most of the summit area. The descent is surprisingly fast and we return to Horombo Hut for the night. Day 14: Horombo Hut to Marangu Gate – Arusha. Following a well-deserved breakfast, your staff will have a big celebration full of dancing and singing. It is here on the mountain that you will present your tips to the guide, assistant guides, chef and porters. After celebrating, you will descend for 6 hours back to Marangu Gate (1980m). The greenness and lushness of the forest is quite a stunning contrast to the summit day, and it really makes you realize how varied the scenery on Kilimanjaro really is The National Park requires all hikers to sign their names to receive certificates of completion. Hikers who reached Gillman’s Point (5681m) receive green certificates and hikers who reached Uhuru Peak (5895m) receive gold certificates. After receiving certificates, you will drive back to Arusha for long overdue showers and more celebrations ….You will overnight at Muvuli Hotel in Arusha Day 15: Departure day: After the thrills and excitement of your Trip, you will say goodbye to our team, then you need a Private departure transfer which is included from Arusha to Kilimanjaro International Airport (JRO) for your flight, unless you have an option to have Safari or any other option we will discuss, Don’t forget to come buck. The above climb can be undertaken for your own personal charity or group charity. Safety

Success is what we want during our trip. We are prepared for any urgent situation and also have in place a complete evacuation procedure in case of altitude sickness. We carry first aid supplies, supplement summit oxygen and Pulse Oximeters). Travel insurance all customers travelling with Kuwa Huru Tanzania Adventure are required to have fully comprehensive travel insurance. The policy needs to be valid from the date that the initial order is placed so as to provide cover for a cancellation prior to departure. During travel the insurance needs to provide comprehensive medical, evacuation and repatriation cover. Safari / Zanzibar /Kilimanjaro Includes. TanzaniaVAT on tourism activities and park fees Return transfers Kilimanjaro airport to Arushaand Arusha to Kilimanjaro airport Hotel Lodging the night before and the night after the climb, with dinner and breakfast included (double occupancy) with bed dinner and breakfast Transfer from your hotel to starting point for your climb, and return to your hotel after your climb Large portions of fresh, healthy, nutritious food All Kilimanjaro National Park Gates fees, camping fees and climbing permits. Kilimanjaro National Parkrescue fees (Kilimanjaro Rescue Team) Emergency oxygen(for use in emergencies only – not as summiting aid) Basic first aid kit (for use in emergencies only) Qualified mountain guide, assistant guides, porters and cook Salaries for mountain crew as per guidelines set by Kilimanjaro National Park Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as well as hot drinks on the mountain Camping equipment (tents, camp chairs, tables & sleeping mattress Water for washing up daily Porter to carry your duffel bag (max weight 15 kg / 32 lbs) from one camp to the next camp. Kilimanjaro National Park certificate for your successful summit attempt A comprehensive Climbing Kilimanjaro travel info package All transfers while in Zanzibar. All entries fees as listed in the itinerary All accommodations on bed, dinner & breakfast Pick up from hotel to Airport for flight All tours & excursion Lunch during tours & excursion Full board accommodation whilst on safari in the above mentioned lodges Private safari guide Private 4 x 4 safari jeep with pop up roof for game viewing Transfers in both directions between the Arusha Airport Park fees Ngorongoro Crater fees All meals whist on safari Game drives Drinking water All government taxes Â including VAT 3 liter water on a daily basis Emergence evacuation covers 4days Safari / Zanzibar /Kilimanjaro Excludes. International airfare & flights All items of a personal nature Airport departure tax Travel insurance Visa and Passport fees International airfares and departure taxes Walking Tour in the Ngorongoro Highland $20 All items of person nature such as telephone call, fax, email etc Tips for your service providers and gratuities to hotel, lodges, porters, camp staff and driver – guide (recommended) Strong drinks Laundry services Flights and airport taxes Items of a personal nature Compulsory tips for guides, porters and cook (average tip is anything from US $ 230 to US $ 300 per hiker – depending on number of days / how many hikers in the group and route chosen) South African passport holders do NOT require a visa for Tanzania, however most other Nationalities require a visa for Tanzania Health requirements (Yellow Fever compulsory if travelling to Tanzania recommended) Highly recommended travel and medical insurance. Personal hiking/trekking gear – we can rent some of the gear from our equipment store in Tanzania Optional but highly recommended Portable toilet Snacks, personal medicine and water purifying tablets Read the full article

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