#mosquito mesh single doors

[owlf45]

romance me with mosquito facts

mosquitoes, when in a condensed enough space, sound like gentle rain.

i work with a specific mosquito species, called the aedes agypti, which carries diseases like dengue virus, west niles virus, and yellow fever. the males are generally smaller than the females, though emerge into adults sooner. you can tell the difference between males and females by the fluffy antennas of the males.

gay mosquitoes everywhere.

mosquitoes tend to be social, if stupid creatures. if you stick two mosquitoes alone in a cage, they probably wont chill (and wont mate). it's just not their style. this is especially frustrating when trying to set up specific genetic crosses.

although i never met them, there used to be a researcher at the lab who did the most batshit stuff. we keep our mosquitoes in mesh cages, so they can't escape but they can feed through the mesh (so we don't have to reach in and out of the cages and potentially let some loose). this old researcher used to grab the morning newspaper, roll up his pants, collapse in a chair and settle his calves over the mesh cages for literal thousands of mosquitoes to feed from him. for hours. i want to meet this man so bad.

mosquitoes are stupid and annoying and prone to killing themselves akin to a goldfish constantly getting stuck in a filter. but strangely enough, you grow to love them. they are simultaneously fragile and durable, easily discernible and difficult to hunt. you can tear their hind legs off and put them through shock a few times and they'll be fine, but a single finger will smush them (quite inconveniently, when you know that bitch could've moved!).

directly after bloodfeeding a female mosquito, if you kill her—often by clapping her directly between your hands (female mosquitoes are the only ones to bloodfeed)—the blood will still be warm.

although i dont screen larvae for traits as often as I used to (I tend to do more database/mosquito caretaking work now), certain gene-linked traits can be found physically in the larvae and pupae stages—sometimes they glow bright blue/green under fluorescent lighting, for example.

like I said though, i mostly work with caretaking. i do the bloodfeeding, i replace their food and water, and i make sure they're in good health and can lay eggs on a proper surface. the mosquitoes under my care live for about a month and a half, though if they're still alive by the time we need to hatch the next generation, we simply fridge them and kill them off. put mosquitoes in the fridge for a few minutes and they'll go to sleep. put them in for a few hours, and they'll usually die— we keep them in for 24 hours to make sure, though.

mosquitoes are difficult to contain. compared to other biochemistry departments, you have tiny creatures that are mobile and can fly, and can't always be seen by the average person unless they're specifically looking for it. I've worked in microbiology labs before, but if there was contamination, it was solely on the researcher. contamination from a loose mosquito is hard to track. this is all to say that I work in a bunker—double doors, minimal vents, no windows.

mosquitoes are the deadliest animals in the world. mosquitoes kill over a million people a year (hence my research). i sit in the back of the bunker sometimes, in the side warm room where we keep our cages of mosquitoes, hundreds of different genetically modified lines in progress at a time, and I have blood on my palms— blood that I fed to my subjects before I squashed them because they escaped from their cages, and I think about the fact that for over 200 lines of this species, I grow them from eggs to adults to death and hatch their offspring again and again and again. i think of lovecraftian horror and I hear gentle rain and remember images of war that keep me up late at night, and I wonder what's the point, for a few numbers in my bank account, and then another mosquito has gotten loose and lands on my arm and doesn't bite me, because it's already full; because i already fed it; because it's just looking for a small, dark place to rest in the folds of my jacket.

mosquitoes love to hide on black surfaces.

#my asks #ego cryptid tree

[starlightsearches]

Hi again! Kinky prompts 18 and 32 with Eddie. Because, call it a hunch, but that guy just loves to eat p*ssy

Hysteria

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, smoking, mentions of drugs, infidelity (RC cheats), oral (f receiving), a little anal play, over-stimulation, dacryphilia, some sub-par sex with RC's boyfriend not described in detail, language

You should not be thinking about Eddie Munson right now.

You probably shouldn't think about him ever—Eddie's an unfortunate stain on the social tapestry of Hawkins High—but out of all the times you shouldn't be thinking about him, this is probably the worst.

The acrid smell of sweat hangs permanently in the locker room while your silly little fake moans bounce off the walls, and you wonder if Connor actually thinks he's making you feel good.

"You like that, baby? Huh?" he asks, slamming his hips against yours so hard the locker doors are rattling. So there's your answer.

"God, Connor, just like that, baby."

It's too fucking cliché—bent over in your cheer uniform in a room that smells like balls, letting your boyfriend pound into you after the game when he hasn't even showered yet.

And you're thinking about The Freak.

Thinking about how you caught him watching you doing your high kicks during the pep rally, chewing on his bottom lip the second he forgot he was supposed to be pretending he was bored. Thinking about the way he fucking winked at you when you and your friends were throwing little balled up pieces of paper into his messy hair during study hall, watching him brush the garbage from his curls with ring-heavy fingers. Thinking about the cheeky-ass grin he wore after Connor tripped him in the lunch room, how he'd ignored all the insults and stared you down once he caught his footing, waiting for you to look away first.

It probably wouldn't even be that great. Eddie's whole look may scream that he's into some fucked-up, depraved shit, but he'd fumble as much as the other guys. You wouldn't get any of the things you daydreamed about—ring marks on your neck and hickeys on your tits and as much dick as you wanted in the back of that disgusting van.

"God, baby," Connor groans, "I can feel you getting wetter for me."

"I'm so fucking close,” you lie. Fucking close to flipping your skirt back down and walking away.

He cums, finally, slides from you with a pat on the ass and a "so fucking good, baby" before stumbling off to the showers. He doesn't even ask if you finished.

You press your forehead against the cool metal locker, breathing in the smell of weak disinfectant.

You need a fucking intervention. Or an exorcism.

You need Eddie Munson.

This better be the right trailer.

A storm cloud of mosquitos and moths flutter around the porch light, and you swat at a few of them before knocking again, rapping your knuckles against the screen door again until it shakes.

The inner door flies open, and you jump, but it's just Eddie. You watch him recognize you through the screen, taking in the stunned look on his face and the sloppy ponytail he's tied his hair back into. There's a single strand hanging out, clinging to his skin.

"What are you doing here?"

You rip your eyes away from it, and from the thin dark hairs at the nape of his neck—a part of him you would never have seen if you hadn't show up on his porch in the middle of the night.

Look at you, already learning his secrets.

You drop the thought for the moment, popping a hip and meeting his eyes through the fraying mesh. "The fuck do you think I'm doing here?"

Eddie heaves a sigh, but he still opens the screen door, walking away before you've stepped inside.

"You know I charge extra for after-hours transactions," he says, wandering through the dark trailer, "and there's also an additional fee for assholes."

"I'm good for it," you lie, taking the little details of his living room with hungry eyes. You didn't even bring any cash.

"Sit."

Eddie gestures to the couch, metal lunch box in hand. You can smell the thick, musky weed when he falls into place beside you, but there's an undercurrent of something else—Irish Spring and hard water, a few droplets still wet against his skin.

He must have been in the shower when you showed up. You clench your hands into little fists, pressing your thighs together just thinking about it.

"I've got a couple ounces depending on how much you need, or there are some joints if you don't want to roll 'em yourself—"

He keeps talking, voice deep and droning, striking a sinful chord in the pit of your stomach. It's now or never.

You say something, but not even you can hear it, blood pounding in your ears. There's this look in his eyes when your hand grips him by the shoulder, a soft curse from his mouth on your lips. And then you're kissing him.

And maybe you shouldn't get your hopes up, but this is already better than anything you'd done with Connor. Fingers curling through those same, soft hairs you'd stared at standing on his front porch, his cigarette mouth tastes like mint when he parts his lips from surprise, hand just hovering above your waist. You twist toward him, press your chest to his, the HHS logo on your uniform up against the damp front of his t-shirt. You're about to climb onto his lap, ready to see if you could make any of those fantasies you had a reality.

But he rips away.

Eddie presses himself tight up on the far end of the couch, trying to put as much distance as he can between you in such a small space, looking horrified.

"What the fuck was that?"

You can't help it. The rejection stings, and you bury your face in your hands to hide the hurt, peering out through the cracks between your knuckles. "Ugh, god, you could have just gone with it!"

Eddie doesn't even look like he knows what it is.

"Is- is this some kind of a joke?" he says, surprisingly demanding, hand circling around one of your wrists, yanking it away from your face. "Are you fucking with me? 'Cause that's way, waaaay too far."

"No—" God, he's touching you, harsh, forceful like he is in your dreams, and his hand is warm and your skin is burning and the sting of his grip is making you wet.

"Was it your boyfriend's idea?"

And god damn if that doesn't have you dry again. Nothing like the mention of your boyfriend to turn your pussy into the Sahara. "Fuck no. Connor doesn't even know I'm here."

Eddie doesn't want you to notice it, but that has him relaxing a bit—shoulders falling, his hand dropped from your wrist. "Then . . . why?"

You shrug, pouting. "I wanted to."

You must look like a brat, wrapping you arms in front of your tits as you stare at the collection of mugs and hats lining the walls. Eddie's quiet, drumming his knuckles on his lunch box, fidgeting in away that lets you know he must be thinking pretty hard trying to come to terms with all this.

His fingers still, but he doesn't say a word until you meet his eyes again.

"You hate me.”

It's not a question for him, so it's funny that you find yourself surprised. You didn't hate Eddie—as far as you were aware. Maybe it bothered you that he was so outspoken, so different, so determined to get under everybody's skin.

You hated that it worked on you.

But now's not the time to sort through those feelings. You cross your legs instead, rolling your eyes. "Somebody should tell my pussy that."

"Seriously?"

"God, yes, are you stupid? I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Okay?"

And I need you to be shit at it. That's the part you can't say, obviously, because whether or not Eddie was like the other guys you knew, their egos definitely all bruised the same. There's no way he'd give you anything if he guessed you were just here to convince yourself that your boyfriend is actually better in bed.

And he must not know it, because he seems kind of excited, leaning in, rolling the chain around his wrist. "You're serious about this? It's not, like, a joke?"

"I wish it was," you try to laugh, but it comes out flat.

You're watching him too close, trying to decipher a single thought from the way he chews on the tip of his tongue, slapping his palms against his plaid pajama pants. The wait is already excruciating—and he's guessed as much, because he reaches for a carton of cigarettes off the side table, positioning one carefully between his lips and holding the end over a red BIC lighter until it smolders.

"Okay," he sighs after a few drags, letting the smoke filter out through his nose, "I'll do it."

"Really?"

The word comes out a little too earnest, but you're still locked in on the cigarette, on the gray smoke pouring from his lips. Even if he's just done it to impress you—it's working.

"Yup," he says with a sardonic set to his eyes, "but I've got some conditions."

He doesn't elaborate. You're determined to wait it out, tapping your foot impatiently against the carpet, but Eddie's not budging. The situation between your thighs is reaching critical levels of horny.

"Well?"

He lifts himself from the couch, ready to count his demands off on his fingers as he paces. "Well first, I wanna picture when I'm done with you—"

"As blackmail?" you cut in, like it even matters.

"—as a souvenir," he says, with mock offense, hand over his heart, "I'm not gonna show it to anybody."

You'd have to be stupid to believe him. Unfortunately, you're feeling pretty stupid. "Fine."

"You're gonna keep that little skirt on while we do it—just the skirt—and you don't tell anybody about this."

"Obviously," —you spare him from the words social suicide—"is that it?"

"Almost. Just one more condition."

Eddie moves in close as he takes another drag, his chest towering over you until he's blocked out most of the light in the room, eclipse style. He reaches for the ash tray, tapping a few flakes from the end of his cigarette with his eyes on yours.

"I want you to sit on my face."

You cough on the smoke he expels, cheeks flaming. "Fuck no."

Eddie shrugs, standing straight, arms crossed over his chest, flicking his cigarette to your left. "Then I'm out—door's right there."

Oh shit. That was fast. Maybe you'd overplayed your own charm in your head, but what guy had ever refused pussy when you'd thrown it his way? Especially over something like this?

You feel like a kid with him standing so resolutely over you, like you've been called down to the principal's office, only, you know, hornier.

"Why do you even want it?"

Eddie shrugs. "Saw it in a porno once, wanted to try it."

Oh fucking whatever. You'd roll your eyes if you thought it wouldn't make him kick you out for real. "Can't you just be happy with a blow job?"

"Nope," he pops the p at the end, turning toward the hallway by the kitchen.

Fuck. You've gotten too close just to leave, but the whole idea has got your stomach fluttering with little winged nerves. Connor had never gone down on you. No guy had.

"Eddie, wait," you stand from the couch, following a few steps after him before you lose your resolve, "I'll do it."

He stops at the counter, putting out the cigarette in another ash tray before reaching for the hair tie at the nape of his neck, undoing the ponytail and shaking out his curls. Your knees feel like jelly just watching as his fingers rake through them, catching against a few knots.

"Uh-uh, princess, I'm not the one coercing you into anything; if you don't want to sit on my face then I'm not gonna make you."

You huff, fists tight at your sides. "Fine. I want to sit on your face."

"You gotta say it like you mean it," he tells you, voice sing-song.

God, he's determined to mess with you. It's not like you're against playing games, although you're normally not this unsettled when you do it. With little tremors traveling up from your palms, you reach for him, pressing tight against his soft, lean body until the curve of his back hits the edge of the table and his adam's apple jumps in his throat.

"Eddie," you start, looking up at his surprised face with big eyes, batting your lashes, "please let me sit on your face?"

He's breathing hard, but his lips still curl into a slow, wicked grin. "That's more like it."

He's staring at your mouth, eyes tracing the shape of it. You wonder if he's going to kiss you. You kind of want him to kiss you. And that's scary as fuck.

He doesn't though, and maybe that's worse. Eddie slips past your hold, headed to his bedroom, and you figure you should follow. Watching from the doorway, you take everything in from the dim light of the window—the scary posters and band logos covering the walls and boy clutter everywhere else. He ignores you, tossing his pillows around on the thin bed until he’s satisfied, kicking a couple dirty magazines under the frame before flopping down on the sheets.

"Alright," he says, head resting in his hands, "strip."

You roll your eyes, but at least it's harder to be nervous when you're annoyed. "Charming."

"Hey, if you wanted chocolates and roses you could always gone to your boyfriend."

"He doesn't give me chocolate and roses either," you mumble. And he definitely wouldn't have me sit on his face.

You start with your underwear, since you're not quite ready to be naked in front of him, balling the cotton up in your hands and dropping them on his floor before he can see the wet spot you've left.

"Keep going," he commands, voice gravelly as he slides one hand down his torso, just letting it rest over the bulge in his pajama pants.

Yeah, okay. Maybe that doesn't diminish any of your anxiety, but it does get you a little needier, reaching for the zipper at the side of your uniform and slipping it off.

And it doesn't feel strange, standing in the middle of a space that's so distinctly Eddie, half-naked, skin pebbling against the new cold. His heavy gaze doesn't have you flinching to cover yourself, your skin growing warm wherever his eyes land.

You keep your face pointed toward the ground, listening to the rustle of his sheets as he shifts and then grunts. "Christ, you've got pretty tits."

"Really?"

You know your eyes have gone big and soft when you look at him, total heart-eyes for no god damn reason. You just can't help the way his words have you feeling, because Eddie Munson thinks something about you is pretty and—for some reason—that matters to you.

"Don't let it go to your head, princess," he tells you, patting the mattress beside him. "C'mere."

Your feet pad across the worn carpet, stepping around discarded t-shirts and Hostess wrappers before climbing on top of the bed.

His hand wraps your waist, soft fingers and hard ring backs indenting your skin and urging you into his lap. Eddie catches his tongue between his teeth, totally focused on your chest as he cups a tit in each hand, thumbing at your stiff nipples.

His touch is deliberate, the pressure behind his fingers perfect and your head falls back, hips landing against his, shifting greedily when you feel the hard press of his cock.

And maybe you're just high on the feeling of finally getting what you want, but you think Eddie might be fucking hung.

Not for long though, his hands leave your tits and he grips you roughly around the waist of your skirt, pulling you away from the soft flannel and the tent in his pants.

"Easy, now. We had a deal," he whispers, breaths coming out jagged until he gets a hold of himself; you try and fail to do the same.

Big eyes wide and deep enough to get lost in, Eddie shifts between your thighs—more and more of himself disappearing beneath the white hem of your skirt until you're straddling his chest instead of his hips, his hair splayed wildly over the sheets.

The rest of the distance is on you, sliding forward one knee at a time. You can feel him breathing open-mouthed against your core, condensation from his breath collecting in your bush.

"You can put some of your weight on me," he whispers, turning so his lips brush against your thigh, wet mouth slicking your skin.

You already feel yourself sinking, like your body is getting heavier with every moment that passes, like he's increased the pull of gravity. He's got no headboard, so press your palm flat against the wall, trying to resist.

"I won't hurt you, will I?"

His fingers curl around, holding you in place; you can fee the corded muscle of his forearms against the backs of your thighs.

"Would you care if you did?" he asks.

Yes. But you'll let him think what he wants.

You settle slightly, experimenting with the feeling of it, his cheeks pressed to the insides of your thighs, the tip of his nose resting against your mound, nestling into the hair there until your toes start to curl. His mouth stays closed, lips positioned chastely against the split between your thighs. Lower, he urges, with a tap of his hand.

You think fuck. You think okay.

When his tongue parts your sticky skin, you're not thinking at all.

It should have been obvious to you before, but tongues are softer than fingers, and Eddie's is gentle and dexterous as he tastes you, circling your folds and tracing over your slit before he finds your clit, stroking back and forth, slow and measured. He hums, maybe a question, and the feeling of it sends a shiver up your spine.

"Shit."

Eddie's grip tightens, pulling you close enough it's got to be hard for him to breathe, not that he seems to care. Your vision blurs at the edges, palms slick and arms weak, hips shifting involuntarily against his mouth. There's a pinch against your skin as his fingers squeeze you encouragingly, urging you on.

You let your hips grind down on him, the way you'd sometimes grind on Connor's thigh before he got tired of just kissing and pulled his dick out. But that feeling could never compare to this one, Eddie's tongue flat against your clit like he's saying use me, princess. Go on.

"God, Eddie," —you hope he can't hear you from this position, hope you're talking to nobody but the walls— "don't stop."

Maybe he can hear you, because his pace increases, kissing messy and open-mouthed against your core. Lips gliding over your skin, his tongue prodding just past the tight circle of muscle and dipping in and out of your dripping cunt, you feel sparkling, electric, intense.

A whimper breaks through your lips when he tugs at your clit, sucking hard.

"Just- fuck, just like that."

You don't have to tell him twice, or once. It feels like his tongue is everywhere, all at once, massaging your clit and stroking your lips and wiggling deep inside your hole.

A hand shifts under your skirt, and you hardly notice—until you feel his fingers digging into the meat of your ass cheeks, his thumb pressed tight against your puckered asshole.

"Jesus Christ." The feeling has you leaping out of your skin at the pressure, the pleasure that comes along with it. Eddie hums deeply, pressing deeper, the tip of his thumb just breaching your hole, playing you like you're some kind of toy and he wants to see what all the buttons do. Maybe he's making fun of you, but you could not give two shits about that.

You're losing control of your limbs, trying and failing to find something that will keep you tethered to the real world. Without thinking about it, your fingers thread through Eddie's hair and tug.

Eddie likes that. The hum he lets out travels through your core, hits some shining point inside you and makes it ring. There's no stopping it—you feel the building pressure in your gut, the tension in every part of you.

"Gonna cum."

He knows. He knows and he's working towards it, humming and sucking and licking at each singing part of your skin. He knows and he wants it so badly, nose circling your clit and the whole lower half of his face must sticky with his own spit and every drop of cum leaking out of your puffy cunt.

Eddie knows that you're cumming for him and he laughs when you do.

It's like lightning, like a sound wave in your chest breaking you materially apart, like the eye of a storm and Eddie's at the center of it all.

He doesn't let you pull away, doesn't let you come down from it. Arms gripping at you too hard to break, he keeps your pussy against his face and he thrusts his tongue inside your weeping hole until you feel like screaming.

"Eddie. Eddie."

You could be warning him. You should let him know that your legs are going to give out and if he's not careful he'll suffocate, but everything that comes out sounds like worship.

His head shakes beneath you, tongue back on your clit until you’re seizing, fucking possessed.

Maybe Eddie Munson is into devil worship.

You fall over at some point, but he keeps going at it. You're slumped against the wall and his pillows, staring drunkenly at the ceiling while he cleans your cum from your skin with the flat of his tongue and fat tears drip down your cheeks.

Eddie finally pulls back with a satisfied sigh. "Was that good, baby?"

His voice is mocking as he leans down inside your field of vision. The ends of his hair glisten wetly in the yellow glow from the window, and he's smiling as he wipes you off his lips with the back of his arm.

But you're not really here, so you can't really appreciate how pretty he looks, whole body buzzing as it tries to process what's just happened to you. Trying to understand how you could still want more.

His palm is hot against your cheek, brushing some of the tears from your face with his thumb and it's still there when you see the flash of a camera and hear the polariod whir.

You launch into a sitting position, dizzy, steadying yourself with a hand on his thigh. Eddie's sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking the picture out while the edges darken.

"What're you doing?"

Eddie's squinting at the photo, trying to catch the slightest hint of what the developing image might look like before he grows impatient, waving it between two fingers. "You gotta shake 'em if you want them to develop faster."

"No," you stop the movement with a trembling touch, about to sob with how empty your cunt feels, "I thought- you said- aren't you going to fuck me?"

Eddie snorts. "Why would I do that, baby?"

There's a stinging in your eyes; you're actually crying again, weak little sobs on your lips. "But, but you promised."

"Don't be like that,"—he cups your cheek in his hand again, pity in his eyes, "I will fuck you, like I said I would—eventually."

Fuck. You could have guessed that this would happen, if you weren't so stupid. If you weren't so mean. Finally getting what you deserved.

"But . . . my boyfriend . . . "

You don't know what you're going to say about him. It takes you a second to even remember his name.

"Baby," Eddie grins, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "I think this little pussy is mine now, but he can take a turn if he wants."

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Partners in Crime

If naughtiness could be labelled than Krish and Kavita were the epitome of naughtiness. Krish- a 10-year-old boy, lean, thin and tall, having brown hair with innocent eyes and legs resembling two bamboo sticks. His sweet smile would camouflage his naughtiness. Kavita, a year and half older than him but could compete with him in naughtiness. She was a bit plump but was at same height as Krish. She was bob haired with big round eyes and thin lips. She was as pretty as a doll.  They lived in a two-bedroom flat. It was a single storey flat. It had two entrances as it was a corner house. Their mother was a school teacher. She would go to school as early as 6:30 in the morning and would come back by 4 in the evening. She was a strict mother. Their father worked as a principal in a school in Himachal Pradesh. He would visit them during his vacations or three of them would go to him during their vacations.  Living without father has made Krish and Kavita best friends.

 They would daily return home from school by 2. After unlocking their home. They would warm the lunch prepared by their mother. Eat and play.

 On one such day Kavita and Krish returned from their school. It was raining lightly. Kavita changed her uniform and sat outside in the verandah to enjoy the drizzle. This verandah was at the back side of their house. Covered with 6 feet tall wall from three sides and a big double iron black door at the fourth side.

  Krish came running, sweating profusely. He gasped for a moment,” Didi there is something strange crawling on the bedroom ceiling”. Kavita got up and was quick to reach inside. Their bedroom was 12 by 12 square room. A wooden bed, a dressing was all that was inside the bedroom. The walls of the room were painted white. As kavita reached the door she could see a mesh of ant eggs that were being carried by the ants. Kavita had a sigh of relief.” It’s just ant eggs as it is rainy season so they are carrying them” shouted kavita,” You scared me”. “What ants” Krish looked at them with his open mouth. “They are not going to eat you up”, Kavita laughed, “Don’t worry”.

But a naughty devil has entered his mind. He wanted to do something –something. So, he went to the storeroom, took a stick tied a cloth at its one end dipped it in kerosene and a mashal was ready. He rushed to the kitchen took a match box and lit the mashal. Now he just wanted to see if he could burn those eggs or not. He quietly slipped inside the bedroom. Peeped to see, what was Kavita doing? She was sitting and humming a song in the verandha. He lit the mashal but his hand was not reaching the ceiling. He softly dragged a table making sure not to make a sound. Now, he stood on it but he had to stand on his toes to burn those eggs. And he did it and in no time the eggs were burning. He was horrified to see them falling like balls of fire from the ceiling. He jumped from the table again looked for Kavita. She was sitting outside unaware of what he has done. He walked past Kavita as if he has done nothing. She was still sitting and humming the song. She smiled as Krish passed by. But as she turned back she could see smoke coming from the entrance. The entrance of the house was secured by an iron grill gate with mosquito net fitted in the wooden panels.

She rushed to open the iron grill gate as she reached the square lobby she could see the room blazing with fire. She screamed, “Krish, fire, fire the house is on fire.” Angry face of her mother floated in front of her eyes.  She ran for water. Krish came running. He looked scornful and puzzled how could the tiny lump of ant eggs could cause such a big fire. The wooden door, bed, mattress and clothes behind the door all were burning. Both of them poured buckets after buckets to extinguish the fire.

After ten minutes nothing was burning in the room but worst it was dripping with water with soot on the white walls and furniture. Clothes behind the door were half burned. The paint on the door was bubbled with black stains on it. The bedsheet was the least damaged thing. It had just burned from the corners the black stains were giving an eye-catching contrast to the yellow bedsheet. Next was the mattress black unburned cotton was peeping out from the cover of the mattress.

 Kavita took a deep breath as cleaning this mess up was a humungous task. Mother would be back within 45 minutes. Kavita could imagine her angry face, with broom in one hand and stick in other and beating them. The thought was enough to shake her up and the cleanup plan was ready in her mind. They had to move fast. She just shouted, “Krish, bring the scrub and the soap”. Krish was scared thinking why he left the room when he saw the ants falling on the clothes. He knew it was all his fault Next Kavita heard was Krish crying. Kavita, got up. She patted his head. We would do it together, “Don’t worry.” But Krish was sobbing. Gasping for breath. He told Kavita what has happened. Kavita stared at her unbelievingly. How could he do it. But she knew it was no time to blame. She hugged him.

“OK! We will fix it. Now get up and bring the scrub and soap.” He wiped his tears. Got up to bring the scrub and the soap.  He had to rub the stains. It was hard to remove them. His little hands were paining, tears rolled down his eyes. He looked at his red hands. Kavita brought a broom for washing the room. She quickly collected all the clothes from behind the door and dumped them in the storeroom.

Mummy’s new suit was also burned. What to do? nothing! Kavita quickly took out a black garbage bag from the kitchen and folded the bedsheet in it. The last thing was the mattress both of them looked at each other. They counted one, two, three ……...at the count of three they turned the mattress upside down. Now it was the time to give final touches to hide the traces of fire.

 Kavita unfolded a new bedsheet and Krish helped her to spread it on the bed. With this the room looked traceless. There were no stains on the walls and no burn marks were visible. But Krish’s face had lines of worry and fear.  Mother would be returning home any time. What if she found out what Krish has done? He shivered as he recalled the whole incidence to. She sighed. Got up!   As she opened his mouth to say something. The doorbell rang. She looked towards Krish. His face has turned white and had tears in his eyes. She handed him a glass of water, patted his back. The bell rang again.  Mother was knocked at the door. Kavita looked at Krish once again he looked better now. She got up from the bed to open the door. Mother was smiling,” What took you so long?” she patted Kavita’s head.” I have bought samosas bring three plates we will eat here only”.  Kavita winked, looking at Krish.He could do nothing but smile.

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All the World's a Stage

Prompt 31: “We never see you two so much as kiss in public but last night we all heard you having sex.” Submitted by Buttercupbadass

Rated E (Explicit): Mainly for language because Johanna is a potty mouth and so are other certain characters whilst mid coitus okay I don’t make the rules here so there’s more than one f-bomb therefore we rate it E. Also sexual content.

Written by: @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Beta reading by: @stjohn27

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Act 1

Johanna Mason loves her neighbors. That is to say, she loves the entertainment they provide her with. It’s a rotating show of fabulous, ridiculous, and delicious drama, and she has a window to each and every one of their lives. Literally.

Victor’s Square is not exactly a square. It’s more of an elongated rectangle shaped building consisting of thirteen apartments, a workout room, a community center, and an office, with a hollowed out central area for a pool. Honestly, the pool is the reason she picked this place instead of The Arbor, which is pretty damn swanky but somehow they forgot to include a pool, of all things, when they added their five thousand luxury amenities. Since Johanna likes sunbathing and not golfing (ugh boring!), Victor’s Square won out.

The three story design of the building, and her luck in snagging the single apartment on top of the office, means that at some point in the day, barring sun glare on glass or inconvenient curtains, she can see directly into every other apartment on the rectangle. Hence the entertainment.

She’s been privy to all sorts of great shit, and none of them seem to know exactly what they’ve given her. The best part is, they’re clueless. As soon as she realized they were basically living their lives on a stage for her, Johanna started parading around her own place with the curtains wide open…while naked. Stark fucking naked. Just to see what would happen.

And nothing changed. No one complained. Which granted, she’s got a banging body. Axe wielding will do that, but she can think of at least half a dozen residents who’d be put off by her exhibitionism. And yet… nothing. No one started suspiciously keeping their curtains or blinds closed when they hadn’t before. Since they’re all too dumb to figure out that their lives are her parade, she just popped the popcorn and settled in for the show.

Tonight, however, Johanna is in no mood for the show. After a late night shift ending a bitch of a week, all she’s in the mood to do is swim a few laps to get the grime off of her skin then lay back in one of the lounge chairs around the pool, listening to the hum of the air conditioners in the sweltering Carolina night, swatting at the mosquitos because she’s too damn lazy to light the citronella torches, and stare up at the rectangle of starry sky she can see.

It’s quiet tonight. She swims her laps, and it works wonders to relax her tired bones and even more tired soul. After, she lays out on one of the squeaky lounge chairs. The hum and the warm air make her drowsy. Inevitably, she begins to doze, with only a vague awareness of the passage of time and the sounds around her.

It’s the loud click and the whoosh that wakes her. Just for a moment. Not long enough to place it at all before she fades back out into half slumber. 

Her psyche is a bitch tonight, dropping long breathy moans into her dreams. The sex so good you can’t quite keep it in kind of moans, even though you’re trying. Completely aware that she messed up a truly great thing just days ago, she tells her subconcious to fuck off and stop reminding her of the one she let get away. Because she was stubborn. Unfortunately, her subconscious is not listening to her. Stupid fucker.

Scrunching up her nose, she refuses to move. She’s sticky with sweat and pretty sure that she’ll lose two layers of skin off her back and thighs when she goes to stand up from the lounge. Besides, there’s a low moaning noise that makes her wonder if maybe she wasn’t actually dreaming those sex sounds. 

The moans in her mind grow louder and slightly more frantic until she can place the heavy feeling in her limbs. She’s awake after too little sleep. 

Damn it. She’s not actually dreaming this shit. Which means one of her neighbors is on the brink of a seriously great orgasm. She’s not sure if she’s annoyed by the fact that she herself hasn’t had decent sex in far too long, or if she’s amused at yet another dramatic chapter in life at Victor’s Square.

The real question is… who’s doing the nasty tonight?

Act 2

A slight shiver and a thrill goes through Johanna as she finally opens her eyes and stares up at the canvas of stars above her.

Another moan ends in a slight squeal and fuck it, Johanna is hooked on the mystery. Shame she doesn’t have any popcorn down here, because given the sheer volume, and the way the sounds are magnified by the shape of the rectangle around the pool, she’s pretty sure whoever it is, they’re fucking with the windows open.

Kinky.

And a lot more interesting than her job. She does a happy little shimmy and settles in to guess who it possibly could be. First things first… she glances around the pool and discovers to her dismay that every apartment has at least one window open, but they’re all dark. Not surprising given that it’s well past midnight. But it’s unfortunately unhelpful. The air conditioner must be out again. That’s probably what that loud noise was earlier.

She closes her eyes again, hoping to pinpoint the direction of the sounds to figure out which of her neighbors is getting lucky tonight. But the shape of the building makes it impossible. Sounds just carry weird in this rectangular bullhorn. They could be coming from anywhere.

“Ung, yeah, right there… oh-oooooh!” The last sound is hitched and breathy. That’s a woman’s voice, Johanna thinks. 

“Yes. Don’t — don’t stop! – I –” The word is pinched off in a desperate sort of ecstasy and Johanna smiles. This could be fun.

It can’t be Caesar and Claudius, the two radio talk show hosts who live in apartment 6. They’re gay. And men. And a couple. But truthfully, she’s not at all disappointed that she can rule them out. She already knows more than she’d like to admit about their sexual habits. Usually she’s not one to kink shame, but electrodes on nipples is a little too close to the realm of torture for her tastes.

“Yes! Please!” the woman begs and Johanna feels her body flush with the erotic sounds, she’s half aroused but fully invested in figuring out who this is. She could of course, get up and walk around to triangulate the sound, but what’s the fun in that?

She quickly rules out Mags in apartment 5. She’s the sweetest old lady, surprisingly spritely. From what Johanna has seen from old pictures of her, Mags was a fucking dish in her youth, but now she’s gotta be pushing ninety. Besides the wrinkles (shudder), Johanna would be worried about heart failure if Mags were the one getting her boots knocked around with this much vigor.

The long moans shift to the choppy, catch breath ones that mean she’s close, whoever the lucky bitch is.

Cinna in apartment 3 is out. He’s ace. Asexual and aromantic. Claims that he’s in a love affair with his work. Well if she could design clothes like the ones Cinna does, Johanna would be willing to give up sex too. She snorts a little and turns her ear, hoping for a better angle on the sound. She’s pretty sure it’s coming from one of the upstairs apartments, but can’t be sure.

Whoever it is, she lets fly a single high pitched note. And then a long stuttering moan that just sounds exactly how it feels to come back down from a really good orgasm. Satisfied, relieved, a little sleepy and a whole lotta euphoric. 

Lucky bitch, Johanna thinks again. Her legs feel heavy and her toes tingle in empathy.

Now if only she could catch something of the partner’s noises…unless the woman is masturbating. Possible, but the directions to not stop earlier make it less likely.

A low pitched murmur and a deep masculine laugh helpfully nix that thought almost as soon as Johanna has it. 

Not flying solo, but also Johanna can now rule out Enobaria and Lyme from apartment 2. She’s never understood them exactly. On the surface, you’d think they’d be perfect for one another. Their personalities mesh in a weird kinda way. Enobaria is louder while Lyme is more dignified, but they’re so often bickering about politics… and the truth is, they have an open relationship.

Or at least Johanna assumes they do based on the number of not-Lyme women Enobaria has entertained shoved up against the glass door leading to their balcony…but if not, Johanna is perfectly willing to offer up herself as a rebound to Lyme when the inevitable shit hits the fan. That woman is built like a house and fucking sexy in a domineering sort of way. Like Brienne of Tarth hotness.

She can order me to submit anytime she wants, Johanna thinks with a smirk.

As if confirming her thoughts, a long deep moan drifts down to her ears, slow and almost silky. Delighted and yet a little astonished, like he can’t quite believe his luck. Definitely a dude. Blowjob or penetration? Either way, this guy’s pent up, she thinks. She’s also guessing that the girl’s orgasm was from fingering or cunnilingus, which means the show is not anywhere near to being done.

There’s only so many people left who it could be…

Her phone vibrates on her chest and she finally opens her eyes again, lifting it above her face and squinting at the overly bright screen.

Finnick: I can’t believe you’re sleeping on this. Do you hear this?!

Johanna frowns. The time stamp is right now. Which rules out Finnick and Annie in apartment 4. Damn it. They were the most obvious choice for a man-woman pairing going at it with this much abandon, and while Johanna is pretty sure they have mind numbingly, porn worthy good sex, they’re unfortunately discreet about it. 

It’s maddening.

Whenever she talks about Finnick and Annie, Johanna’s therapist always hums that way therapists sometimes do when they know you’re engaging in something destructive or unhealthy — such as a minor obsession with your best friend’s love and sex life — but the therapist wants you to figure it out on your own. Johanna can’t help it. Finnick’s a walking sexual fantasy for almost every woman out there. Even her lesbian friends find him hot. And Annie’s gorgeous. Johanna can’t help it if she not so secretly wants them to sandwich her. She’s got a good strap on that Annie could borrow to get it done.

But alas, or maybe fortunately, Finnick’s text eliminates them as the current lucky couple. Pity. She was hoping for something new to add to her spank bank.

Johanna: Where are you?

Finnick: Well we were asleep.

Johanna: Boring. You could be giving them competition.

As if to punctuate her point, a steady cadence of low, slow moans begins filling the air. They weave through the humidity and now Johanna is just angry.

Johanna: Do you know who it is? 

Finnick: Nope. I have my theories…

Johanna: Ugh spare me. 

There’s three potential couples left, and of those three, Johanna’s got a good guess who Finnick thinks it is, or at least wants it to be.

Johanna: I’ll gouge out my eyes if it’s them.

Finnick: Say it. Call them the name.

Johanna: I’m not using that stupid nickname, you absolute child

Finnick: Like you’re any better. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, stop. You’re gonna make me come,” the lucky man gasps. The woman must say something because he chuckles and whispers back to her, the tone traveling if not the words.  Johanna sets her phone down then, perked up by shuffling noises that sound maybe like a position change. 

So who is left…

There’s Haymitch and Effie. Those two… residents of apartments 9 and 11 respectively…they pretend like they hate one another, and maybe they really do. While Johanna enjoys their epic fights, she’s not overly fond of their making up sessions. She’s pretty sure Effie was some kind of tantric goddess or pretzel in another life with the way that woman can bend.

It’s…unnatural.

Her phone vibrates again and Johanna lifts it in front of her face, this time it’s a notification from Facebook, sent out to all the residents in the group.

Effie: I have already filed a complaint with Mr. Heavensbee in regards to the broken a/c. He says there will be a repairman here first thing in the morning. In the meantime, we should all attempt to be cordial in our behaviors and not disturb the other residents since all will likely have the windows open for the night.

A text almost immediately after let’s Johanna know what her friend thinks of that.

Finnick: Where’s your sense of fun, Effie?

Johanna bites back a snort. Although the notice does rule out the exuberant woman as a candidate for Porn Queen tonight, so Johanna texts Finnick again.

Johanna: My money is on Cashmere and Gloss

Johanna sends the text and waits for the response. She’s not disappointed. She cackles internally at the flood of barf emojis and angry exclamations she gets back. Cashmere and Gloss of apartment 1, or as Johanna likes to call them, The Lannisters. Because they may be brother and sister, but they’re totally doing the nasty. Really nasty.

No one believes Johanna about this, though, and she’s not about to tell the other residents how she knows it’s a fact, not just some cockamamy theory of hers. People get pushed off walls for things like that. 

Not to mention then they’d all figure out that she can see into their apartments as well and there goes that bit of fun. 

“Fuck,” the lucky dude draws the word out into almost a croak, and there’s a soft sigh from her.

Finnick: Something is wrong with you

Johanna: Do you think he’s well hung? Whoever he is?

Finnick: Who cares as long as he knows how to use it?

Johanna shakes her head at this, easily able to picture her friend wiggling his eyebrows. 

Johanna: He sounds well hung. It could still be Haymitch, sans Effie

After all, Haymitch isn’t officially tied down, and at the last residence brunch, Peeta’s good friend Delly was visiting and wasn’t at all subtle about her attraction to Haymitch. The girl was deceptively sweet, bubbly and innocent, but with those knockers on her chest and the way she kept laughing at Haymitch’s worst jokes, Johanna is pretty sure Delly has a thing for the much older man.

Finnick: I’m going to ignore your obsession with Haymitch’s junk for now. And also nope. Annie says she can see Haymitch through our window, sitting on his balcony, drinking.

Finnick: Alone.

Well damn. There goes that theory. Just to be sure, Johanna turns her head and cranes her neck. Sure enough, Haymitch sits on his balcony, lounged back in his chair with a glass in hand. After a second or two, he must feel eyes on him because he looks down towards Johanna and lifts the glass in toast.

Which is when the wall pounding begins and the lucky man’s moans start to grow out of control. Damn. They’re really into it now. 

Finnick: You know I’m right

Johanna: You’re ridiculous.

Finnick: It’s Peeniss. How much you wanna bet?

Johanna rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Finnick has some crazy theory that Peeta Mellark, baker and all around way too nice guy of apartment 8 is somehow secretly dating Katniss-I-Will-Shoot-You-If-You-Touch-Me-Everdeen of apartment 12. Not that the girl doesn’t need a good fuck. If anyone is desperately in need of a body shaking, mind blowing, toe curling orgasm, like the one currently building in the summer night, it’s that perpetually scowling and uptight bitch. 

Johanna just seriously doubts that the woman now moaning in cadence with the steady headboard thumps and the increasing volume is Katniss. She sounds way too into it, relaxed. Whoever she is, she’s getting nailed five ways to Sunday and is ecstatic about it.

It could be one of Katniss’ lovely roommates. Katniss lives with her younger sister and one of her best friends, Madge Undersee, in apartment 12. They’re crammed into it somehow… but before Johanna can suggest it to Finnick, she dismisses the idea. 

Prim’s at college, left three days ago…so it won’t be her. Shame. She’s been living under her big sister’s overprotective arch so long that the poor girl has got some catching up to do in the sex arena. College will be good for that, but it means she’s not the woman–

“Fuck yeah.” A resounding slap and the accompanying whimper make Johanna’s eyes go wide. “Lift that ass for me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Love it when you do that.”

Whoa. Okay.

It could be Madge. Or Gale who lives right next door in apartment 13, but they’re almost as unlikely candidates as Katniss. Johanna is pretty sure Madge is a lesbian. Closeted still, unfortunately, because Johanna wouldn’t mind burying her face between those creamy thighs. And Gale… well it could be Gale, Johanna supposes, with some lucky girl who doesn’t live in Victor’s Square. 

Maybe Delly.

Shame it’s not me, Johanna thinks and risks stretching a little. It has been her before, in her own apartment, because while Gale is usually down to fuck, he’s never down to doing it in his apartment. 

That’s because he’s got a massive boner for Katniss and isn’t willing to risk her knowing that he fucks around with at least half a dozen girls that are not Katniss. Masochist. That’s what Gale is. But it’s also why Johanna doubts that Gale is the guy currently balls deep in ecstasy. He’s too loud for someone who wants to keep his sex life secret from his neighbor.

As for Peeta…well it could be Peeta with a girl who isn’t Katniss. He’s handsome and sweet enough to get plenty of pussy, if he tried—

“No! Don’t stop!”

“You don’t get to come again just yet,” the man growls and Johanna automatically clenches her thighs at the commanding tone.

More shuffling and grunting. One yelp from her, then the pounding resumes. And doesn’t let up.

“Harder!”

Faster and faster, his moans keeping pace. The resounding slapping of skin.

 “Gonna – gonna!”

A chorus of “yes’s” and desperate pleas.

“Fucking yes! Peeta!”

Her phone goes off with a stupid amount of speed.

Finnick: I TOLD YOU!!!! 

Johanna types madly at this. 

Johanna: So it’s not the Lannisters, but that doesn’t mean it’s Katniss up there with Peeta. 

Finnick: Oh come on! Who else could it be? You know he’s got it bad for her!

Okay yeah, there is that. There’s also the fact that Johanna shouldn’t be so bitter about this. Just like Katniss is in dire need of a good fuck, so is Peeta. But based on the sounds and the things they said…

Whoever she is, she’s still squealing and the thumping hasn’t let up yet. Damn that’s a long orgasm, Johanna thinks with more than a little jealousy.

“Come for me. Fucking come inside me. Now. Peeta!” 

Those aren’t the words of a sexually frustrated prude talking, Johanna wants to say. Nor are they words of a couple going at it for the first time. Nope. This couple is way too comfortable with each other for it to be a first time. This couple has fucked before. Maybe often.

Go baker boy, Johanna wants to say, but she can’t imagine who he’s with. He hasn’t so much as brought a date home in a year.

A series of texts from Finnick crop up on her phone. Flame emojis and winking faces. An eggplant or two and the three drops of water people use to represent cum. Johanna slouches in her chair, a little miffed that she can’t shut Finnick up yet until…

There’s a deep growling, animalistic sound. A long string of curse words mixed with moans and then— 

“Katniss. Fuuuuuuuuck.”

The curse word takes him about a minute to get out all the way. Damn it, Johanna thinks. Now Finnick will be impossible to live with. She can’t even look at her phone as it blows up again, knowing that he’ll be gloating. Instead she turns it off. 

As carefully as she can, Johanna peels herself off the lounge chair and tiptoes towards the stairs, intent on reaching her own balcony. Not because it sits caddy corner to Peeta’s apartment and if they’re in his room, it’ll be easier for her to hear any pillow talk. Not at all.

She hurries and nearly gives herself away with the door, but manages it. She stands in the shadows of her balcony and nearly chokes on her tongue at the first thing she hears, besides the unmistakable sounds of coming down thrusts or sucks, maybe kissing, quiet aftermath moans.

“Hold still. I’m not done.”

“Feels too good,” he pants. “Can’t take much more, Katniss.” 

“Mmm, you’ll take it and you’ll like it.”

“Yeah, I will,” he says and she giggles. 

“Are you braiding my hair?”

“Can’t help it. You look so gorgeous sucking yourself off my dick… I can stop…”

“No… go ahead.”

Another few seconds of suction noises and then Peeta sighs in relief.

There’s the fwump and creak of a bed under weight. Johanna can practically see them all cuddled up like a cute little couple in his bed. Sighing and kissing and caressing in their afterglow. 

Disgusting.

“Such a cute ass, and all mine,” Katniss says and there’s a slap then a gasp.

Fucking hell, Johanna thinks, eyes bulging out of her head.

Who would’ve thought the two of them would be so wild in bed? Who would’ve thought they were actually fucking each other?

Johanna wrinkles her nose then, finally forcing herself to go inside her own place. Just out of curiosity, though, she chances one last peek at Peeta’s place. The curtains are drawn, but a helpful gust sucks them out the window just long enough for Johanna to catch a glimpse of two naked bodies on his bed, illuminated in the soft glow of a lamp. Katniss with her head tipped over the edge in the direction of the window and a smile on her face as Peeta kisses a lazy path over her body. Her fingers plucking absently at the tangled sheets.

Well damn and fuck.

Johanna heads to bed after that and prepares a salvo of taunting for tomorrow morning. There’s no way she’s letting something this juicy go unremarked upon, especially since literally everyone who was home would’ve heard it.

Act 3

In the morning, Johanna is up early and down at the community center well before the once a month residents’ brunch that Effie insists on hosting. Poor thing is pinch faced and pale this morning, flummoxed when Johanna offers to help set up.

“I suppose. Since no one else appears to be out and about yet. Nothing funny with the vegetables this time,” Effie chastises and Johanna salutes. She’s got better things planned than erotic displays with the produce.

Honestly, she couldn’t care less about the flower arrangements or the energy inherent in the order of food laid out on the table. Helping Effie this morning affords her a prime view through the community center windows of each stairwell and of everyone arriving this morning.

And not just for brunch, she thinks with a smirk as she spots Gale, still wearing his work shirt, sneaking up a stairwell towards apartment 13. 

Where have you been all night? Johanna wonders. Not with Katniss, the girl he’s so obviously got the hots for. Even better for the impending drama. She wonders if he’ll find his neighbors present or if Katniss is still cozied up with Peeta in post coital bliss. They’re probably totally morning sex people, Johanna decides.

Slow, sweet morning sex with loving words. Ugh, gag me, Johanna rolls her eyes at her own thoughts.

Preparations move swiftly after that, even with Effie on her case every few minutes. The pending drama is just too great to dampen her mood.

Peeta’s one of the first to arrive, conspicuously alone. He chats with Johanna for a few minutes, friendly as always, and then moves off as more of the residents arrive.

It takes everything in Johanna’s energy reserve to not throw something at the back of his head. He acts like he didn’t have the fuck of his life last night. It befuddles her and also infuriates her because it means Finnick could be right. 

Oh my god, Finnick could be right about them! They might actually be dating. Who’s to say they aren’t if they can keep their sex life together such a secret. If the air conditioner hadn’t failed…

Peeta’s nonchalance this morning throws all her arguments against Finnick’s stupid Peeniss theories out the window. How is that even possible? She had Peeta pegged as a total softie. Hand holding, nose rubbing, and obnoxiously cute, borderline clingy PDA type of guy, not a rail you into the bed then pretend I don’t even know you the next morning type of guy.

Huh. Pegging. Wonder if he’s into that, Johanna thinks then has to forcibly shake the image out of her head. Because not only does it make sense in a way, but the image is also…sexy as fuck. And she doesn’t need yet another happy dappy ass couple to fantasize about and maker her therapist hum at her in that knowing way.

Fuck Finnick and his stupid theories.

When the tenants of apartments 12 and 13 finally arrive together, Madge splits off to talk to Mags. Gale and Katniss are both suspiciously wet haired. If Johanna didn’t know any better, she’d guess that they were the culprits last night, especially when Katniss doesn’t even so much as look in Peeta’s direction.

Her cheeks are flushed, but she’s avoiding her fuck buddy, talking to literally everyone else, twisting the damp ends of her braid around her finger.

“What do you make of it?” Johanna asks Finnick, bumping her hip into his. He shrugs, with that insufferable smirk on his face that he always gets whenever he’s right.

For two people who were so clearly intimate last night, Katniss and Peeta are doing a pretty good job of acting like the other one doesn’t even exist.

“They’re just… both very private people. But the signs are all there for anyone paying attention.”

“But that’s the thing… the signs aren’t there!” Johanna protests. What game are they playing, she wonders.

“I just don’t get it,” Johanna says and Finnick glances down at her.

“What?”

She waves her hands at Peeta, who looks for all the world like he’s fascinated by whatever Caesar is talking about. But why would he be when Katniss is literally right there.

“They act like nothing happened.”

“Well we know something happened,” Finnick says conspiratorially. Then his smile slips. “Actually, everyone here knows about it.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. Apparently everyone was home last night…”

“Not Gale,” Johanna adds and lifts one eyebrow. Finnick’s eyes go wide and his mouth turns round.

“Oh my. Delicious.”

“Isn’t it?”Johanna says. “But still… you wouldn’t guess it from the way they act.”

“They can’t stop looking at each other.”

Johanna turns her head and motions at them. Absolutely not looking at one another.

“Are not.”

“You missed it. Gotta be quick with these two.”

Johanna shakes her head as she watches Katniss, and Gale who is placing some kind of food on her plate. She’s nodding and listening to him but subtly shifting the food off to the side of her plate while picking up something else and nibbling on it straight away.

And finally, Johanna can’t take it anymore. She stomps over to the tables and loads up her own plate, absolutely not eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Thought you were gonna text me when you got off work?” Gale says.

“Oh. Something came up… Prim. Prim needed to talk.”

“Everything alright?” Gale asks.

And this time, Johanna just catches the quick dart of gray eyes towards blue. Peeta’s shy smile. Katniss’ swift flutter of lashes and nibble on her bottom lip before returning her attention to Gale.

“It is now.”

“Usually is after a seriously good orgasm or two. And by the way, that’s low, using your baby sister as an excuse,” Johanna snorts. She doesn’t mean to, but it just sort of slips out.

Katniss whips around to face her. Dark rouge staining her high cheekbones and her lips pinched together.

“My sister isn’t an excuse.”

“Oh please. Cut the crap.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Katniss hisses.

“I’m talking about the fact that we never see the two of you so much as kiss or even hold hands in public, but last night, I heard you having sex. Loud sex. Phenomenal, shake the rafters loud, sex.” Johanna smirks at the pair of stunned faces looking at her. And the dozen curious faces plus Peeta’s mortified one. All of them focused on her. Center stage, she thinks with a grin and waves a half eaten croissant around at the gathered crowd. “We all heard you. Except for Gale here who was probably out getting consolation tail since you didn’t text him. Really, Brainless, what do you expect if you and baker boy are gonna bang with the windows open?”

There’s ten seconds of stunned silence before Finnick shouts, “I figured it out first, by the way!” Then he grunts as Annie elbows him in the gut.

“Baker boy?” Gale practically growls and Johanna sashays away as Peeta steps over to stand behind a now scowling Katniss. Her hand clenches into a fist as she faces Gale. She leans back against Peeta’s chest, as if she knows he’s there before she even sees him. Good for her. At least she’s not going to shy away from it. But now they’re going to be every bit as insufferably disgusting as Finnick and Annie are.

Love’s a bitch, oh well. Time for that popcorn, Johanna thinks.

#Springtime Edition 2020 #katnissdoesnotfollowback #buttercupbadass #Prompt 31 #early submission #submission

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[Ok so the following is a story, (Rise Above This was was a working title) I was working on this completely on my own and I was quite excited about it. I actually had tried to plot out the progression and main plot points, and a few other notes for things I needed to look up and research to mesh the timelines a bit better. I hadn't gotten around to it though and now... well I don't know if I'll ever bring myself to write fanfiction anymore. I loved this story premise though and had such Hope's for it... ah well. The first chapter was completed but there was supposed to be so much more.. Frances having accidental magic and then getting sick and Healer Harry to save her... ah well. If you like the fic let me know, if you want to adopt it, comment.

Oh one other thing... not all the songs are actually nirvana songs, there's a pearl jam song used too but I was looking for songs in the right genre that seemed to work for the plot. It's all fair in fanfic right?

Anyhooty... I doubt I'll post the stories that were completed on my main profile as I orphaned them and they can still be viewedon archive just look up my old. Penname CagedNTorn.

For unfinished stuff I had oh let's see... 3 different charlie/Draco fics I was working on, one that was all but complete... I had a draco/spike crossover fic, plus there was the sailormooon/Harry Potter crossover... that was actually a Drarry fic too, there were a bunch of things that I'll likely never finish. So I'll post them by and by.

Do let me know if there's a better place to post the plot bunnies that are up for grabs.

Now I've blathered enough so here's the first chapter of Rise that can be adopted if someone is interested in finishing it.]

Rise Above This

Draco was backstage at the place he was playing that night.  He sat tuning his guitar wearing ripped jeans and a white long sleeve thermal t-shirt with thumb holes burnt in and also a mohair sweater he was particularly comfortable in.   Western Washington state was wet and cold pretty much all the time.  

This didn't really bother the English man though as England had similar weather.   He'd grown his hair out and had it cut shaggy and it hung in his eyes perpetually now but he didn't care.  It drove his mother nuts whenever she came to visit.  

Narcissa still hadn't quite gotten the hang of blending in with muggles but she was getting better.   She was sitting nearby chattering about her trip to France.   She was wearing faded bluejeans and a fitted corset top that she'd bought in paris.  She also had a posh cashmere sweater on where most of the kids were wearing flannel and converse sneakers, just like Draco. 

She had her long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail.   Draco smiled at her as she nattered-on about wines and the latest runway fashions.  At least he still had her.  Pansy was floating around somewhere too, probably flirting with someone.   

"I just don't understand why you have to look so scruffy though darling.   You have such a lovely face!  Can't you at least comb your hair back?"  Narcissa was saying.   Draco rolled his eyes at her but gave her a shit-eating grin.  

"Because I like looking scruffy.  It pisses off the establishment.  Even if it didn't, I'd still do it.  Hiding myself away is comfortable."  Draco said, handing his guitar to a stagehand.  

"Besides, this grungy war refugee look suits him.  He's ridiculously hot."  Pansy stated with a grin as she sidled up to accompany Narcissa out front to watch the show.  Draco could already hear the crowd cheering as the lights went down.  Draco and the 2 other blokes, 1 squib and one muggleborn, all cast outs of the wizarding world lined up off stage.   They formed a circle and everyone put a hand in and they shook them, clapped and cried out their chant.    

"Music and ass, gas or grass.  We're here for a good time, not here for a long time.   Lets do this!"  Draco led the chant the guys all cheered and then took the stage.  Dave went first and started a drum beat, Krist was next and began the base-line.  Then Draco, carrying his electric guitar, went to the mic.  He never looked at the audience.   He wasn't here for them,  not really.  He was here for himself.   Because he had something to say.  Even if no one really understood him or interpreted his messages clearly.  

"Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend

As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memoria."   

He strummed the chords and sang the song not really looking at anyone.  He was trying quite unsuccessfully not to think about a certain messy haired brunette.   

After the war he'd had every single door slammed in his face.  Even the most menial of jobs wouldn't hire him.  Potter had kept his word and put in a good word for him and his mother but the blonde on stage really didn't know why he'd bothered.   No one in the Wizarding world wanted him or any other Slytherin around.   Dave was a muggleborn Slytherin in the year below Draco and had also been chased out.  

"Take your time, hurry up

Choice is yours, don't be late

Take a rest as a friend

As an old memory."  

It was hard not to think of Potter when he sang this song because it was about him, at least mostly.  There was always a thinly veiled anti establishment opinion mixed in. The fans loved it though and he didn't really mind.  It’s not like Harry would ever show up and hear it.  He was too busy still saving the world,  having babies and whatever else it was that heros did.  Not Draco.  His long shaggy hair hung in his face as he sang the chorus, and shook his head.  Just one word.  Memory.   His best and worst thing.  His respite and the source of his nightmares.  

He finished off the song and they hit a heavy chord progression into the next song.  

"Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word"  

The kids surged forward jumping up and down and shaking their heads as they raised their fists in the air and sang along.  

Draco had worked with Dave to put his thoughts on the war into muggle terms.  He thought they'd done pretty good honestly.  Even if they hadn't,  the teenagers in Seattle and California couldn't get enough.   He screamed the chorus and the kids screamed it with him.  

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah, hey, yay"  

Five years ago Draco had left the wizarding world and his mother behind.  Narcissa was more than able to take care of herself.   Draco wasn't concerned about her in that respect.   His father had been a lot of things but stupid had never been one of them.  Misguided certainly,  but not stupid.   

Luscious had moved money around in various accounts all over the world.  He'd taken Draco with him on nearly all of his business trips.  Draco had had many private tutors growing up and could speak French, English, Russian and German fluently.  He could read in several languages.  His father had insisted.  Draco learned to balance a ledger when most kids were learning to ride a bicycle.   

When the ministry had seized their accounts in Gringotts,  they hadn't even seized a tenth of the true fortune.   Draco hadn't needed to work.  He'd wanted to.  However no one would let him.  So he'd packed a duffle bag of casual clothes,  taken his muggle id and cards and left for America.  He'd covered his accent fairly well he thought, and if he came off sounding like a stoned southerner at times… no one pointed it out.  

He met Dave hanging around kings cross station panhandling.   The two 18 year olds decided to strike out together.   Draco and Dave were sitting together at some boardwalk in Seattle, Washington when Draco flipped his skateboard and saw a kid playing guitar near-by.   He'd been hooked from the first chord.  He'd bought them instruments and they taught themselves to play.  

"I think you'll all know this next one."  

Draco hit the distinctive chords and the kids in the audience squealed with delight.  This was more personal,  more singing than the growly screaming.   More about his feelings than anything else.   He hid in his hair not seeing anyone.   In his mind he tried to be back in that skatepark with scraped knees, just him and Dave.  

"What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay

What else should I write?

I don't have the right

What else should I be?

All apologies."

He sang the words not looking at his mother, not caring about her reaction to that statement.   He'd forgotten she hadn’t heard this particular song before.   Well she had to find out sooner or later he supposed.   

"I wish I was like you

Easily amused

Find my nest of salt

Everything is my fault

I'll take all the blame

Aqua seafoam shame

Sunburn, freezer burn

Choking on the ashes of her enemy."  

Draco finished the song and the kids were crying out various songs they wanted to hear while cheering and clapping.  Draco loved it.  He lived for it.  They only had one more song to play.  It would end the show on a high note before the next band took the stage.  The next song he was about to play was about a lot of things.  Various parts of the war, Tom Riddles beginnings, the discrimination in the Wizarding world,  his own parents a bit.   In hindsight, Draco realized that he likely should have adjusted the set list a bit when he'd found out his mother was coming to the show.  'Too late to do anything about it now.' He thought to himself.   Maybe they'd finally have a real conversation for a change.  He set his guitar in a stand nearby and took a deep breath.  

"At home

Drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

And the dead lay in pools of maroon below."  

He shook his head, hiding in his hair and not seeing anyone.   Only Dave and Krist, only his guitar.   The kids screamed and jumped and sang along.  Draco thrashed around stage with them, just the microphone cord wrapped around his hand.  

"Daddy didn't give attention

Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care

King Tommy the Wicked

Ruled his world

Tommy spoke in class today

Tommy spoke in class today" 

The guys backed him up intermittently on the chorus and the base thumped throughout the song, a steady heartbeat.  Draco couldn’t let himself worry about hurting his mother's feelings.   He sang what he needed to say.  He knew nothing was ever simple.  There were at least two sides to every story and a variety of contributing factors.   

"Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed a snake

Gnashed his teeth

And bit the recess lady's breast."

Draco knew the words painted a vivid picture.   He didn't care.   Maybe people would learn that bullying others for shit beyond their control was stupid and had far reaching consequences.   There were certainly a few chapters in his story that he'd like to rewrite.   

"How could I forget

And he hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open

Just like the day

Oh, like the day I heard."  

There was no possible way he could make up for some of the shit he'd done.  He knew that.  He tried to just pass on the lessons.  Hoping that if he could even reach just one person,  it'd be worth it.  Exile in the muggle world.  They weren't so bad really.   Their fashions were quite fun, and much more functional than robes.  He missed making potions, doing magic.  It was a particular skill set that he was good at.  There was no place in the muggle world for magic.  He had to be even more careful now that they were getting really famous.   People were always watching him.  Hiding in the bushes, trying to sneak into his hotel room, everyone wanted pictures of him to sell to the press.  He couldn't risk anyone seeing him perform magic.  He did little things like casting stasis charms or heating up a hot beverage,  or casting a cooling charm on himself and the guy's.  He knew his mind was spiraling away from the uncomfortable conversation with his mother that he was anticipating after this.  

"Daddy didn't give affection, no!

And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear

King Tommy The Wicked

Ruled his world

Try to erase this (try to erase this)

From the blackboard." 

He knew his parents had loved him.  They had been very cold, and reserved in all things though.  His mother could be formidable when she wanted to be and his father was doting yet terrifying.   That was something about Tom Riddle's life that Draco had been able to understand.   Feeling alone, as if no one cared, no one understood you.  He knew how cruel kids could be,  because he had been the one leading the mockery in his day.  

He'd never once thought about what it might feel like on the other side of it.  Until he'd been on the receiving end of such mockery, ridicule and unfairness did he begin to re-think his actions as a snotty young man.  The crowd was going wild.  

Draco stood as the lights came up and he bowed with the guys.  They all smiled and waved to their fans.   Off stage, he saw his mother standing with Pansy.  Narcissa looked a mixture of hurt, worried and angry.  A reporter from MTV was there, shoving a microphone in his face.  Draco smiled his small smile,  just a turning up of the corners of his mouth really.   He answered all of the questions asked in a rare and rather lengthy interview,  glad for the temporary reprieve from his mother for the moment.   

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar set of green eyes and messy black hair, accompanied by none other than Hermione Granger and a regular. Analese Taylor was no stranger to Draco. She had been a fan since the band's boardwalk skate park days. Now that they were famous, she was their number one fan. The way Granger was clutching her arms, the strong resemblance between the two women, Draco could slap himself for not realizing what was so familiar about the girl. She had to be related to Granger, no other explanation.

Before he could really panic about the three familiar faces another familiar set of arms was thrown around his knees and a very delighted

"Daddy!" Rang through the room as his daughter Frances threw her arms around him. Draco glanced around for his soon to be ex wife. He spotted her nearby with arms crossed, looking furious. He sighed deeply as he scooped his daughter into his arms. The child was his whole world outside of his music. Draco glanced back towards Potter and Granger as his wife stormed over as the press and other onlookers were cleared out by Pansy.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #story time #unfinished #abandoned #kurt cobain #nirvanna #draco malfoy #harry potter #frances bean cobain #alternate timeline #alternate universe #whatever #i dont even know #cannon divergence #draco fanfiction #grunge #secret identity #fix it of sorts #but not really #eventual smut #orphaned #dyslexic #i quit writing

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Lessons From A Canoe

I went on my first canoe trip in almost two years last weekend. Something about heading into the outdoors for several days of adventure, solitude and discomfort is both revealing and clarifying. I discovered that I have changed a lot in the last two years.

My first clue that something was different came while packing for the trip: I was annoyed by how much work this was. For the first time ever I thought, “I work a ton already, far more than I even get paid for. Why am I filling my vacation with more work?” That thought caught me off guard! I used to LOVE every single aspect of canoe tripping (aside from the bugs). The planning and preparation always felt like part of the vacation. This was definitely odd.

Luckily, immediately upon launching the canoe into the water, I felt that joy that comes from confidence and capability. My paddle hit the water and I felt that spark of excitement as I shook the dust off my paddling and portaging skills. I can transport myself manually for hours at a time, then reach camp and set up a cozy home. There’s something so exhilarating about that!

Yet something felt off. In the midst of the discomfort of adjusting to the solitude and exposure of the backcountry (it always takes me a couple of days to get used to), I found myself questioning why. I have a home that I love with hobbies I enjoy where I can sit on chairs, stay dry, and go pee without being eaten by bugs. Why on earth am I facing so much discomfort for a “vacation?” To be honest...I wanted to go home.

I have been on some grueling canoe trips. I’ve paddled deep into the backcountry during a 7-day non-stop downpour with a high of 7 degrees and no rain gear, soaked to my underwear and unable to wipe the dirt from my hands because everything I owned was just as dirty as I was. I saw no one but Phil for days, travelled for 10 hours/day, and barely skirted hypothermia. On other trips, I navigated streams where we had to lay down in the boat and pull ourselves through thick brush, scared we had gone off course. Yet never, ever, not for a second did it even occur to me to turn back. It was just never an option in our minds. This is what we had gotten ourselves into, and we were going to get through it together.

So why, in this most calm, fair-weathered, easy-going trip, was I considering turning back? 

My best answer is that my reasons for tripping have changed. It used to be an escape, a way for me to learn about myself and my capabilities by pushing through challenging situations until I became comfortable. Without really knowing it, I was training for the hurdles I would have to jump while building the life I want. I credit canoe tripping with teaching me a lot of lessons that have proved invaluable and couldn’t be learned in a classroom or workshop.

However, the last two years of my life have been like one long canoe trip, pushing on when it feels like I should give up (like, past the point of wanting to give up and approaching the point where you start asking, “am I actually delusional?”), interspersed with brief periods of grace. I started paddling when my day job was suffocating and I needed a place to test myself, find freedom through overcoming adversity, and generally be alive. 

To be honest, my first fear was that I was getting old. That nagging voice in my head was threatening me with whispers of nonsense like, “you’re settling down, you’ve lost your spunk, you’re boring, lazy, tired, OLD!” That’s a load of crap though. I fought back: “I take risks every damn day. Old? Give me a break, I’m 31!” Then I realized: sometime between now and my last trip, the balance shifted. I am challenged as hell at work, pushed to my max on a regular basis, and I do my best to take time for reflection and personal development every day (some days more than others). I no longer need a trip into the wilderness to teach me things I already know, or can learn elsewhere, without the added discomfort of being bitten by bugs. God I hate mosquitoes.

It’s not that canoe tripping has lost its value; There is still something incredibly powerful about donning a pack and heading out for a wilderness adventure. I do, however, need to find new ways of approaching it, since it doesn’t serve the same purpose right now. There are still many lessons to be learned from it, but their nature has changed. Rather than pushing my limits to find out where they are (because by now I can pretty much point to them and say, “there they are”), I’m discovering:

What I need to hold onto because it keeps me moving forward, and what I can safely let go of because it no longer serves me.

How to fight fear with gratefulness. Many times I found myself feeling grateful for the walls of my tent or the mesh protecting me from the hordes of mosquitoes that were surely going to carry me away, only to plunge immediately into anxiety about losing those things. Fear of the tent leaking or developing a hole and letting the bugs in replaced the fleeting comfort I had once felt. The challenge was to fight back with EVEN MORE GRATEFULNESS! You can’t just shake the fear, you have to replace it with something more powerful. Usually, it’s necessity (no time to be scared, this needs to be done). Gratefulness is a strong feeling too, and I found that it tackled fear pretty effectively. “I am grateful for this tent, I am grateful for this tent…” over and over again.

I suspect this won’t be the last time things shift while I’m not looking and I’m left wondering if it’s ok to see things differently, and what I should do about it. It was scary at the outset of the trip, wanting to feel a certain way yet being unable to reach it. By accepting that something had changed it became easier to examine, break down, and then re-approach. With something gained, something is also lost; Yet it opens the door for new discoveries that give you what you need NOW, not what you needed 2 years ago.

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1 – 2 Person Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent

Two Person Water Resistant Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent Anti Mosquito / Anti Insect The tent is like your outdoor bed, it should be comfortable, then you may have enough energy to enjoy fishing, hiking, camping and a series of outdoor activities. This tabernacle with the Rodless feature is portable and lightweight, very suitable for a long trip. Wish you have a good journey. Features Instant Setup: No need poles to support the tent, just tie a rope between two trees, very easy Enough Space for 2 Persons: Spacious and comfortable interior space for 2 persons, which is suitable for lovers, friends or family Lightweight and Portable: Putting it into the small buggy bag with straps, so convenient to carry Water Resistant Material and Ventilation: It is oxford fabric at the bottom of the tent and fine mesh in the middle Semicircular Door in the Side: Double zipper opening for easy access 81 holes Per Square Centimeter: Excellent anti-mosquito and anti-insect function Protect Your Privacy: Tent cloth is used at both ends, making you enjoy your own place Wide Applications: Suitable for hiking, climbing, camping, self-driving tour, fishing, and other outdoor activities Warning Set up the tent at a lee place Chemicals, such as detergents are forbidden, please use water manual cleaning As we all know the tent height is not the same high as the house, so choose a blanket or low beach chair to comfortably relax Please take good care of your tent Information Bottom Waterproof Index: 2000-3000 mm Building Type: Construction Based on Need Capacity: Two Color: Blue, Green Fabric: Polyester Layers: Single Outside Tent Waterproof Index: Read the full article

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1 – 2 Person Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent

Two Person Water Resistant Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent Anti Mosquito / Anti Insect The tent is like your outdoor bed, it should be comfortable, then you may have enough energy to enjoy fishing, hiking, camping and a series of outdoor activities. This tabernacle with the Rodless feature is portable and lightweight, very suitable for a long trip. Wish you have a good journey. Features Instant Setup: No need poles to support the tent, just tie a rope between two trees, very easy Enough Space for 2 Persons: Spacious and comfortable interior space for 2 persons, which is suitable for lovers, friends or family Lightweight and Portable: Putting it into the small buggy bag with straps, so convenient to carry Water Resistant Material and Ventilation: It is oxford fabric at the bottom of the tent and fine mesh in the middle Semicircular Door in the Side: Double zipper opening for easy access 81 holes Per Square Centimeter: Excellent anti-mosquito and anti-insect function Protect Your Privacy: Tent cloth is used at both ends, making you enjoy your own place Wide Applications: Suitable for hiking, climbing, camping, self-driving tour, fishing, and other outdoor activities Warning Set up the tent at a lee place Chemicals, such as detergents are forbidden, please use water manual cleaning As we all know the tent height is not the same high as the house, so choose a blanket or low beach chair to comfortably relax Please take good care of your tent Information Bottom Waterproof Index: 2000-3000 mm Building Type: Construction Based on Need Capacity: Two Color: Blue, Green Fabric: Polyester Layers: Single Outside Tent Waterproof Index: Read the full article

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1 – 2 Person Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent

Two Person Water Resistant Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent Anti Mosquito / Anti Insect The tent is like your outdoor bed, it should be comfortable, then you may have enough energy to enjoy fishing, hiking, camping and a series of outdoor activities. This tabernacle with the Rodless feature is portable and lightweight, very suitable for a long trip. Wish you have a good journey. Features Instant Setup: No need poles to support the tent, just tie a rope between two trees, very easy Enough Space for 2 Persons: Spacious and comfortable interior space for 2 persons, which is suitable for lovers, friends or family Lightweight and Portable: Putting it into the small buggy bag with straps, so convenient to carry Water Resistant Material and Ventilation: It is oxford fabric at the bottom of the tent and fine mesh in the middle Semicircular Door in the Side: Double zipper opening for easy access 81 holes Per Square Centimeter: Excellent anti-mosquito and anti-insect function Protect Your Privacy: Tent cloth is used at both ends, making you enjoy your own place Wide Applications: Suitable for hiking, climbing, camping, self-driving tour, fishing, and other outdoor activities Warning Set up the tent at a lee place Chemicals, such as detergents are forbidden, please use water manual cleaning As we all know the tent height is not the same high as the house, so choose a blanket or low beach chair to comfortably relax Please take good care of your tent Information Bottom Waterproof Index: 2000-3000 mm Building Type: Construction Based on Need Capacity: Two Color: Blue, Green Fabric: Polyester Layers: Single Outside Tent Waterproof Index: Read the full article

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1 – 2 Person Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent

Two Person Water Resistant Outdoor Camping Hiking Rodless Tent Anti Mosquito / Anti Insect The tent is like your outdoor bed, it should be comfortable, then you may have enough energy to enjoy fishing, hiking, camping and a series of outdoor activities. This tabernacle with the Rodless feature is portable and lightweight, very suitable for a long trip. Wish you have a good journey. Features Instant Setup: No need poles to support the tent, just tie a rope between two trees, very easy Enough Space for 2 Persons: Spacious and comfortable interior space for 2 persons, which is suitable for lovers, friends or family Lightweight and Portable: Putting it into the small buggy bag with straps, so convenient to carry Water Resistant Material and Ventilation: It is oxford fabric at the bottom of the tent and fine mesh in the middle Semicircular Door in the Side: Double zipper opening for easy access 81 holes Per Square Centimeter: Excellent anti-mosquito and anti-insect function Protect Your Privacy: Tent cloth is used at both ends, making you enjoy your own place Wide Applications: Suitable for hiking, climbing, camping, self-driving tour, fishing, and other outdoor activities Warning Set up the tent at a lee place Chemicals, such as detergents are forbidden, please use water manual cleaning As we all know the tent height is not the same high as the house, so choose a blanket or low beach chair to comfortably relax Please take good care of your tent Information Bottom Waterproof Index: 2000-3000 mm Building Type: Construction Based on Need Capacity: Two Color: Blue, Green Fabric: Polyester Layers: Single Outside Tent Waterproof Index: Read the full article

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Explorer – the world of equipment and gadgets for Camping Adventure

An adventure starts with exploration. Malaysia is garlanded with scenic islands, hilltops, tropical rainforests with aesthetic landscape countryside and last but not the least the white sandy beaches amidst the blue horizon of the sea. The country calls for adventurism and thereby it is often called the Adventurer’s Paradise. The demand for camping and trekking equipment has increased steadily over the years. The need to have an all-in-one place where adventure lovers can buy their necessary accessories for adventure trek and camping has become necessary. Exploreroutfitter.com has bridged that gap, where adventure enthusiasts have a whole world of accessories for Camping and Hiking; fishing and marine adventure; mountaineering; motorsport & country cycle adventure. Travel accessories are also sold here. The company offer online sale as well as 2 outdoor stores in Kuala Lumpur. The company periodically offers attractive discounts to its customers. In this blog we will cover only camping tent Malaysia.

 A Camping Tent is the most essential accessory for trekking and camping as the adventure lovers will require it for overnight sleeping and taking rest. Explorer offers 6 types of tent based on capacity and design which is given below –

 ·         2 Man Go Outdoor Tent - Priced at RM 282.05, it has a capacity of 2 persons. Tent is made from polyester with poles made from aluminium and fiberglass and pegs made from galvanized steel. It is durable and set-up is quick. It has large mesh windows which is secured by zip open panels enabling proper ventilation and views. It is handy, light weight and best for first time expeditions.

 ·         4 Man Go Outdoor Tent - Priced at RM 376.40, it has a capacity of 4 persons. Quality of tent is same above with the size being different.

  ·         6 Man Go Outdoor Tent - Priced at RM 565.10, it has a capacity of 6 persons and quality being same as above.

 ·         Razorback 2 Man Tent – Priced at RM 782.08, it is most costly tent on offer predominantly for difficult terrain. It comes in a compact carry bag and has a capacity of 2 persons. It is dual vestibule and has dual entry. It has concealed 25 cm posts at the foot and head which gives a spacious interior and the side vestibules provide the necessary additional storage for the keeping the gears. It is made of Ripstop polyester which has a 3000mm hydrostatic water head rating providing exceptional defense against wind and rain. Factory heat taped seams makes the tent waterproof. It has large mesh windows for ventilation and the tent comes in yellow/ grey design.

  ·         Oztrail Group of Tents – The range starts from RM 301 to RM 2,593.50 with capacity from 2 persons to 8 persons. These are single pole traditional canvas tents with quick and easy set-up. They have a large front door with side windows giving exceptional ventilation which is complimented by 3 layer Insulcell Roof giving a balanced inside temperature both in summer and winter. The tent floor is designed using Innovative Invisible Bucket HDPE which keeps the floor elevated from water.

 Apart from tents, there are mosquito nets suitable for summers so as to keep away from insects and flies.

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