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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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NOW PLAYING…. FANTASIZE

I know what you fantasize about

TAKUMA INO x SUCCUBUS! READER.

sum: ino, desperate to feel the touch of a woman, seeks out alternative options. which includes, summoning a demon into his house.

cw: ooc characters, modern au (no cursed techniques), lowkey loser ino (i love him), virgin!ino, switch (both of you), handjob, blowjob, cowgirl, praise, pussy-drunk ino, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names (on both sides), demons, demon rituals, angst if you squint, porn no plot, chubby reader, gojo is a bit of a dick, etc.

it was so funny looking up rituals for summoning a succubus, i know the person watching my phone activity is concerned. also, does this count for kinktober? idk i’m new around here. but i got this idea while working so…:) hope you enjoy. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

Takuma Ino was having a bit of dilemma. It wasn’t anything serious like a sickness or losing his home, rather— it was actually quite silly.

He has never, in his twenty-one years of living, made love to a woman. Or anyone for that matter.

Now he’s been on dates before. Has flirted with woman, hell; even kissed a few. But, it never went farther then that. He wasn’t sure why, it ate him up inside that he didn’t have such experience like his seniors Gojo and Geto, even Nanami. And as much as he’d like to find the root of the problem, Ino refused to ask any of them for some perspective.

The thought alone made him want to curl into a ball and die.

But him being inexperienced wasn’t a secret, given Satoru teased him on it constantly. Much to the younger man’s dismay.

Things really took a turn one night, however, when Gojo said something a little off-putting.

At this point, you should just summon a succubus.

The statement was quickly overshadowed by Geto stating the white-haired male was being rude, along with Nanami agreeing. But in that moment, Takuma Ino wasn’t focused on Gojo’s lack of manners, rather; his mind swarmed with that idea.

Was it possible? Were such creatures real? Could he really summon one?

Ino was desperate. He felt something was lacking inside of him having no experience and all. So, just the thought of a solution like this.. well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

Which brings him to tonight, the man seated crisscrossed on his bedroom floor; staring down at the pentagram and candles in the middle of the room. He had spent hours before searching the web for summons, deciding on a relatively easy one. Drawing the pentagram took much more time then he wanted it to, along with placing the candles down. It was currently dark out, the moon shining into his already lit bedroom.

Ino pursed his lips, a bout of anxiety developing in the pit of his stomach. What if, he messed it up somehow? The thought of dealing with something worse then a succubus scared him much more than never having sex. However, another thought plagued him..

What if it didn’t work? Was it really worth wasting time on some stupid comment Gojo made?

It took a moment for Ino to decide his next choice of action, leaning on his crossed legs as an exasperated sigh escaped him. Moments of silence passed before he rose up, a small fuck it, escaping him. Leaning against his bed, the man glanced at his phone, reading through the remaining steps quickly.

“Okay, blood.. then chant.” Ino gulped softly. Settling his phone back beside him, he reached for the pocket knife off to the side. Flipping it open, he placed the blade against his palm, squeezing the handle of the small weapon. His breathing got heavy for a moment, bottom lip caught between his teeth— glaring down at his hand. Quickly, Takuma slid the blade across his skin, a sharp hissing escaping him once the wound started to sting. He watched as scarlet red blood slowly bubbled from the cut, breath hitching as the sight.

Ino breathed, lifting his hand over the pentagram and rose petals in the middle; watching droplets of blood slowly fall from his hand, into the pile. His lips moved, softly chanting the spell he had found on the internet, dark eyes glaring at the ritual.

The chant escaped his mouth five more times before he stopped, resting their silently for a moment. Waiting for.. anything, really. A signal, a sign the ritual had worked. That his desperation wasn’t all for not..

That he hadn’t cut his palm for some odd fantasy.

Unfortunately, nothing happened. Nothing, except for the sting of his hand and the one of his dignity. He was such an idiot— taking Gojo’s word at face value instead of as a joke.

Takuma Ino, felt pathetic.

Silently, he pulled his hand back, ignoring the sting of it as he began to collected the dirtied petals. He moved to blow out the candles next, collecting them as well to throw away. Once that was completely he exited his bedroom to his bathroom, coming back with a wet rag shortly after to rub away the pentagram.

Still silent, still completely mad at himself.

That was about five hours ago, Takuma deciding to push the event to the back of his mind and sleep. He couldn’t dwell over his stupidity for too long, he had work in the morning.

Curled up under his blankets, the man slept soundly, face pressed into his pillow. The room was quiet, atmosphere soft, his legs, heavy… heavy. Why were his legs so heavy? The half-asleep man turned, pulling his blankets a bit, thinking it was simply that.

But, no. Ino quickly realized it wasn’t that. Sleep was slowly drifting away, annoyance traveling into his body. Did he accidentally place something on his bed? Did something fall? Such question entered his mind, blinking away sleep as he turned— shutting his bedside lamp on.

Takuma Ino blinked slowly, eyes peering down at.. something, someone. A woman. She was, pretty. Cloaked in warm mocha skin, a form figure will full hips and curves; pudge pushed against the blankets underneath her. Her hair was neat, styled in long braids that rested in curly ends just below her ass.

And from what Takuma could see, she was completely bare.

“Wh—what..” The man stuttered under his breath, slowly pulling his legs from under her body, backing to the headboard of his bed. Biting the inside of his cheek, he reached over, planting a hand onto her shoulder. “Hey.. uh— miss?” He spoke, watching her stir just a bit. To his horror she turned from laying on her stomach, Ino quickly tossing his blanket in her direction. “Miss— its time to wake up!” Ino spoke again, voice holding much more urgency then it did before.

You slowly stirred from your sleep, blinking and yawning softly. You tilted your head to spot Ino already staring at you, a look of shock and nervousness painting his features. You only smiled, turning once again to rise up on your hands. “Hi..”

Ino gulped the moment your voice hit his ears, range a sickeningly sweet tone, soft; traveling into his mind so easily. He bit his cheek, clenching his pants in his hands. “How did you..get in here? Are you lost?”

You blinked at him for a moment, coming to sit comfortably on the bed, nearly smiling at the way he refused to look at you. Or rather, your body. “I’m not lost.. you summoned me here, right?”

As the words left your mouth, his breath hitched; eyes widening in shock. The ritual, actually worked? He had really summoned one, a succubus? There was no way, this had to be a prank.

“You look human.”

“I look how you want me to look..” You spoke softly, leaning back, sliding your hands down your body. “Or rather, your type.” You grinned, watching a warm red spread across his cheeks. You leaned, crawling up to him until you were far too close for comfort; watching as he sunk into the headboard to gain some space. “But, would you like me to change? Is there something else you wish to see?”

Ino breathed heavily, eyes finally falling from your face and to your body; trained on your soft plump breasts, your thighs, your hips.. everything was just so, perfect. Change? Such a thought would never pass his mind.

His trance was interrupted the moment a pretty giggle escaped you, his entire body stilling the moment your hand rested upon his lower stomach. You pushed up until your mouth was against his ear, speaking lowly;

“Looks like your body answer the question for you..” He hissed softly as your hand breached his black tshirt, gliding your fingers along his vline. You were so close, yet so far from he really wanted you to touch him; his head leaning back as you continued to rub gentle circles into his skin.

“Please..”

“Hm?” You feigned innocence, pulling back to glance at his face. His eyebrows were pinched a little close, eyes closed as he gently bit his lips. The sight was very pretty, you had to admit. “You want me to touch you more?”

“Yes—“ Ino spoke far too quickly, raising his head to look at you. His cheeks were flushed with red, embarrassed out of his mind— but he didn’t care. Not one bit. “Please.. please touch me more.”

Your glossed lips curled into a small smile, leaning over so you two were only a breath’s away. “You’re so cute, Ino.” You spoke softly, closing the gap to capture his lips. Slowly, you two enjoyed the other’s mouth, pressing your body against his own. You felt his hand twitched with uncertainty, slowly lifting to gently grasp your waist. You smiled against his lips, gently biting them in response. The moment a soft gasp escaped him, your tongue intruded his mouth, while your hand.. reached into his pants.

His fingers gripped your bare skin as your own traced his shaft, feeling him slowly harden under your touch. You wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly pulling him out of his pants and boxers. The man groaned softly as your thumb traced his tip, feeling precum slowly drip from the slit. You pulled back, cooing at the sight of his strained face. How cute..

You leaned over, lips pressed against his neck as you began to drag your hand up and down his shaft, slowly, watching him twitch with each glide across his sensitive tip. You sucked a kiss into his skin, switching around to kiss against his throat; relishing at the gulp you felt under your lips. Your hand quickened around his cock; focusing around his tip, grinning at the way his hips rose up into your hand.

“So cute..” You murmured to yourself, watching him carefully. He felt so sensitive from your touch, gasping out; soft groans escaping him every so often. The hand on your hip was bruising by now, fingertips digging into your skin, holding on for leverage. He’s never felt anything like this; your hand completely differently from his own. You played like him as if you knew his own body more than he did, grazing across secret places he’s never known about.

“O—oh, fuck..”

“You’re close, handsome?” You questioned softly, eyelids lowered as you hand got even faster. The man was bucking up into your hand at this point, fucking it, chasing his release. One he reached easily, lips parted as a husky, prolonged moan escaped his throat. You hummed softly as his warm release coated your fingers, glancing down as your hand slowly came to a stop. You tilted your head with a little simper, traveling down the bed. “You made a mess of yourself, Ino.”

Your voice brought him down from his high, blinking tiredly over at you. To his horror, you were leaning down towards his cock; the man gasping the moment your lips brushed his tip. “F—fuck..” He whined softly, gripping the blanket under him, a stuttered groan escaping him as your tongue traveled up his shaft, collecting his cum. “‘M too sensitive, please—“

Ino’s own pornographic groan interrupted his words the moment you took him into his mouth, eyes rolling back at your warm cavern. He could only lay there, overstimulated whines escaping him as you took him deeper into your mouth, tongue gliding across his cock; allowing his tip to hit the back of your throat.

You bobbed up and down his length, eyes closed and focused on your breath. Your hands resting on his thighs, feeling the muscles shake and clench with each movement of your head. It didn’t take long for the poor man to come again, his voice much louder than before; painting your mouth and throat white. Your moaned around his cock, slowly sucking him dry, feeling his hand press against your shoulder— gasping from the sensitivity. You pulled back slowly, swallowing the rest of his release, eyes peering over at him.

You warmed as his hand traveled to your face, feeling his thumb gently wipe away your mouth. You leaned into his palm, “Did that feel good, Ino?” You questioned sweetly, watching the man nod rather quickly; still breathless. You gently kissed his palm — right above his wound —, slowly traveling up his body, settling on his torso. His hands found your ass, gently caressing the warm skin— clenching when you pressed against his chest lightly.

“You want more, don’t you?” You spoke softly, leaning closely. Your noses brushed, moving in as if to kiss him, only to back away the moment you saw his eyes fluttered. His hand clenched your ass, a small chuckle exiting you as a result. “Use your words..”

Ino breathed sure his cheeks and ears were terribly red. He never imagined his first time would go like this, but, he wasn’t complaining. He glanced into your eyes, “Please.. I—I want to feel you.” He spoke, watching as you moaned softly at his words. He felt accomplished the moment you rose your body, scooting down a bit to hover above his crotch.

Your hand collected his cock, breathing slowly as you lined it up with your entrance. Pressing your knees into the bed, you slowly lowered yourself on his length; feeling his hands grasp your thighs the moment they began to shake. You moaned as he stretched you, velvety walls clenching the deeper he went. Soon, you settled into his lap, pressing your hands against his stomach to still yourself.

“Ar—are you okay?” You glanced up to spot the tinge of worry in his eyes, your cheeks warming at this. You leaned over, kissing his chin.

“Of course.”

Digging your knees into his soft blankets, you rose yourself up until only his tip remained inside— dropping down in one swift motion. The action caused the both of you to moan, his hands clenching your skin; resting his head on his pillows. You hands pressed against his stomach, fucking yourself on his cock; pretty moans escaping your swollen lips.

Ino was holding you so tightly at this point, allowing you to do anything you wanted; trapped under the pleasure you were giving him. Your plush walls clenching him, your hot skin pressed against his own— it was all so much, but he loved every piece. Hazy eyes slowly focused on you, watching work yourself up and down his length, how erotic your expression was.

“Look.. fuck— You’re so pretty.” Ino gasped out, hands traveling to your waist, slowly meeting your thrusts. His hips circled, watching you clench his shirt, pretty babbles of his name escaping you. He wanted to see more of it, needed to. You were far too much, yet he craved it.

A surprised whine escaped you the moment he began to fuck up into you, his feet flat on his bed, holding you tightly on his cock so you could do nothing but take it. The sound of skin on skin contact entered the room, your jumbled noises of pleasure surrounding the space too. Your bodies moved against each other, desperate for release— for the other’s as well.

Repeated fucks escaped you, leaning over to wrap your arms around his neck as he rose his hips more; reaching even deeper inside your messy cunt. You held onto him tightly, eyes pinched close as your nails dug into his covered skin. “F—fuck, so close, so close— Ino!”

His breathing was ragged, face stuffed into your neck as he felt his hips began to stutter. “Me.. me too, fuck— can i come inside? Wanna.. fill you up, oh fuck!” Ino’s voice came out in harsh whimpers, thrusts turning desperate, slamming into you as his mind grew cloudy. In the midst he heard your soft pleas for his cum, your pretty whines enough for him— pushing him over the edge. Spilling into your, fucking his seed into you; stuffing you full.

You gasped, eyes rolling back as you came as well; wet walls clenching, milking him of all he’s worth. The two of you panted heavily, his hips slowly falling to the bed as his arms wrapped around your middle. Your fingers curled into his hair, eyes closed as you simply laid on him.

“… Are you leaving now?” His tone was soft, voice scratchy from its previous abuse. You smiled at his words, shaking your head. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

To your surprise his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

“Good.”

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seventhcallisto · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1 — "why didn't you answer my call?"

—Deep Down.

Toc/cw; read prologue or you'll be v confused!! Touching. Nothing much except world building. Language. Heats are the omega equivalent for periods(without the bl00d). I said what I said. Heat suppressants work, they just sedate the need for a knot(#worldbuilding). Angst at the end, lots of it throughout(it gets better I swear.)

It's not a surprise when the majority of unanswered texts come from mingi. You left without warning, and to think; he thinks he was the one who sent you to the hospital. All because he simply bumped into you. You feel bad. You feel terrible. Yet you're so scared you're gonna say something and reveal what really is going on.

Your hip, ankle, shoulder, and elbow ache. Your hips for two reasons. You scratch at the bandage on your elbow.

"You want me to lie?" You mumbled into the speaker. On the other side is your manager, no, not jongsik, but the overly obsessive and pushy manager that takes care of most of the groups publicity and what can and will be said. "I don't want to lie to them, they'll figure it out" you continue, growing more upset.

"Just until your next uhm. Cycle. Then the company can break the news publicly and personally to them." Song Pilyoung. Mr. Pil. Answers, as if expecting you to say that.

It hasn't even been a day since your last heat. You're supposed to keep up with your lies and completely change demeanor and body back to your old self for a month? When you know your obvious behavior will be to coddle and preen at any affections from the alphas you so desperately missed during your heat.

Seonghwa, who knows when the slightest thing is off with you. Who can tell when you're sick based on how you act and watches you so intensely under his pretty keen eyes, even when he bites you, ever so gently, you think, compared to the aggressive chomps he does to the rest of the guys.

Yeosang, who genuinely likes to be near anything that smells like you or makes him think of you, which he shyly admitted, who ever so gently leans his head on your shoulder when he has a stressful day. Yeosang who you constantly are seen next to, brushing arms gently with.

Mingi who continously hugs and drags his long limbs across you, because you're the only member who won't complain and will put up with him, who shares his food with you, but only you because he likes the way you follow him without questioning what it is you're being fed. but it's indulgent. You like how he casts himself on you and the way he grabs your chin when he wants you to try a piece of food.

Yunho who can't help but hold your hand whenever he's next to you, because an alpha and beta can have that public privacy without being seen as dating, yet you hope he doesn't feel the quickening pulse vibrating your fingers, yunho who defends your name and includes you in any type of conversation if you're nearby.

San who, for some reason, always flirts with you the hardest, only for you to plainly respond or brush him off because you're a beta, and you tell him so - not because you know he doesn't mean what he says, right?. San who sits side by side with you and makes sure the blanket covers you when you sit at award shows, even going as far as to take his own suit jacket off and maybe cover you from prying eyes.

Wooyoung, who gatekeeps you too much when he gets the chance, who stands behind you to make sure you get up the stairs safely, and so no one peeks up at you. Who always tells you about the drama with other alphas cause he knows you don't gossip, wooyoung whos smile makes you smile, whos lips make yours want to gravitate towards them.

Jongho, who you baby yourself - but always steps up to take anything on your shoulders that seems too heavy. Even during any type of game, he'll give you the answer and never regret it. He who will share his jacket and shuffle closer when he sees you shivering. When his eyes meet yours across the room just because you assumed he was searching for something, he holds the contact until you pull away. he warms you more than the jacket he lends you whenever it seems the slightest bit cold.

Hongjoong, who lets you sleep in his bed when you have a nightmare, who people say favorites you the most. how his calming scent always drags you under and sparks fireworks within you, how you never indulged yourself to scoot closer and be wrapped up in his arms anywhere at any time whenever he looks at you. He who leaves his clothing in your room, who silents everyone immediately when he knows you have something to say.

When did you realize you felt like this? For a while, actually, you would never say that, though. Feelings are feelings, yet you'll be with these guys the rest of your life, and you don't want to ruin anything. Plus, you're just another pack member. You're genuinely sure all of those moments can be because they're protective. You highly doubt they feel the same.

"I can't promise anything" you sigh as you tell Mr. Pil. "Great, I've got a driver on his way to you already, he's picked up everything you'll need for the month."

Perfect.

You see yourself out of the idle apartment. "Bye, gorgeous!" Yuqi and shuhua wave down the hallway. Miyeon is the one to walk you down, making sure you make it out safely.

You've washed yourself of their scent as much as you can. A bag of fresh, unworn and recently bought clothes are given to you provided by miyeon after your shower. You've got to undo ever being there, so you scrub yourself free of every scent of them. A new bottle of shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and perfume is given to you. Each of the members have an assortment of things they don't use or didn't want anymore. Which is very convenient for you.

From the pile, they each pick out things beta-you would have liked. Current omega-you doesn't have the same nose beta-you had. So you have to rely on your best friends' scents and recollection to give you things you would have liked. Which is how you smell as close to as you did before. You just tweaked a bit because you gotta like at least some of your smell. The girls give in. Your new permanent scent. A smell; omega-you indulges in which you didn't before. A lingering scent of sweets and tropicals you try not to get used to under the chaotic neutral tone your old scent gave off, a love-hate feeling.

You pull the hoodie snug. Miyeons pants are a bit tight, considering she doesn't work out as much as you do. A plain black and white track suit. "This is me," you sigh as the sleek black car pulls up. Miyeon is silent, yet you wait for her to speak anyway. "You're always welcomed here, you know that, right?" She nudges your shoulder with her hand.

"I know."

"And if you need anything. Anything. you call or text." She adds. "I know." "You know we love you, new sex and all" she smiles, you laugh. "That's very reassuring, thanks, love you too." You want to hug her, but you'll know it'll undo the scent process you just spent all morning working on.

"If anyone gives you problems, tell em idles' got your back." she grins, pressing a single digit finger to your forehead. "Bye cutie pie," she ushers you off the sidewalk and towards the car.

The ride back is full of anxiety. How are you supposed to explain the reason you haven't responded to the number of messages they left? Maybe cause you were actually too busy going through a terrible, disgusting, uncomfortable heat by yourself with no relief for days on end.

You can't say that though.

"Mr. Chen, are the guys at the apartment?" You speak to the driver. He's an older omega man, one you've come to know personally. The man in the passenger seat, an alpha, doesn't seem to care when you talk to him. "No miss, they're at the stadium filming." Chen glances at you through the rear-view mirror. "Filming?" You repeat. "Yes ma'am, filming for the music video starts today.."

Right. Of course. How could you forget? You've memorized everything down to the tiniest detail in the span of two weeks before your sudden omega sex came and distracted you. But you doubt you'll be picture perfect. At least in your own eyes.

The car passes the turn to your apartment. You can see the building in the distance. "Mr Chen, are we not going to the apartment?" The man in the passenger seat sits up and turns around to look at you. His eyes hold irritation. "Listen, beta, we're going to the filming site. Yeah? Got it? Be patient. Sit back."

If you were childish enough, you would have kicked his seat. You scoff. Falling back, letting the disrespect go. You gotta let it go. Don't fist fight a random alpha with a superiority complex.

Don't do it.

As soon as chen comes to a stop at the designated location, the alpha pops open his car door. You wait for him to get between your door and his. Boom. You slam your door open on his tush.

He pulls back, glancing between you and the door. There's a flare to his nostrils. One, you know only a pissed person would showcase. And god, is it satisfying to slam the door behind you and smile like the petty person you are.

"Woops," you simply say. His pissed face urks you to stand your ground. He doesn't hesitate to walk up to you, a crazed look in his eyes. "You-"

Your name is called in the distance, and you know exactly who's calling it. Your head whips, and your heart skips a beat. Running straight towards you are the guys, emerging straight from the field to your right. They look unreal, like they popped out of a commercial.

Mingi is the first to slam into you.

"Hey, ow!" You laugh, pulling him in tighter. The alpha, whose energy dissipates, turns away as if he wasn't about to go off on you.

Mingis arms are a welcoming feeling. He twirls you around, taking on your weight like it's his own. There's a certain desperation in his tight hold. You feed into it, pulling him just as tightly by the shoulders.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you answer my calls?" He pulls away only enough to scan your face. Maybe you really shouldn't, but mingis face is picture perfect. Whatever the makeup artists have done to make him look this good, it surely is based on hard work and years of perfection. Or maybe it's just mingi.

You stutter to answer, "I'm sorry, I wasn't.. really allowed to" it's half the truth. His hands fall to your hips, silent as he takes you in. "I'm sorry," he says, pulling his lip under his teeth. He genuinely looks sorry. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Mingi! No, I'm fine, completely." You pull his hands off you, missing the smell of sea salt and jasmine. You spin around. "Fine! See? Mingi.. i-"

Another pair of arms scoop you up. Silencing whatever you were saying, it's yunho this time, smiling ear to ear. And immediately after, waiting patiently next to mingi is San, his eyes flicker behind you, but as soon as you look his way, he catches your face. "Hey," he says so simply, with that sneaky grin he always has, yet you can tell he wants to say more.

"Hi," you say simply back, pulling both Yunho and San into a tighter hug. "How was it?" San asks, his voice is so sultry, something you missed, your mind goes haywire. "What?" Your face falls. "How was being away for so long? You missed us, right?" San laughs.

"Missed you? Never," you joke, pushing them both away when you catch Jongho and Yeosang jogging over. Jongho scoops you up next. His arms are tough, obviously, from working out so much lately. You take a well needed whiff of him. Fresh florals, mahogany, charred sandalwood, and laundry invade your nostrils. His head falls over yours, pulling back to let yeosang get a hug. Yeosangs arms are lean, but his hug is soft when he pulls you close, breathing you in.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa are last. Which you find surprising. Seonghwa, who usually pulls you into a half hug- full-on, brings you in. He smells like leather, dark coffee, and vanilla cream. There's so much more, but you're pulling away before you can smell him some more. Wooyoung locks you in, tilting you on your heels back and forth. He's the smiliest of the bunch. He sets his face on your shoulder, and his hands squeeze your sides comfortably. San scoots past the two of you, popping open the trunk.

The trunk, where your bag is. Full of assortments of scent blockers, heat suppressants, and the many smells the girls gave you so you can get by for the month smelling like your old self. Panic sets in, yet you try to seem as casual as you can when you twist in wooyoungs hands. "San, I got it!" You somewhat shout. San looks up, confused, pulling the shoulder strap over his shoulder. Wooyoung still has you in the tightest embrace around your waist.

"You really want to carry your own bags?" Yunho scoffs at the idea, mingi takes the other bag next to san. One you don't even remember throwing in. "I'm a big girl. I can take my own bags," you mumble. Wooyoung laughs from just over your shoulder. His lean body presses directly into your back. He's so very warm. You try not to think about it, opting to continue struggling.

"Woo, c'mon," you slump, you're not getting to that bag. It's no use, you're too exhausted to fight against him. He laughs. "It's just one bag beta, I'm sure your big girl attitude can be put aside for now," Woo loosens his hold around your waist, patting your hip with his large palm.

Seonghwa continues for him, a certain upset tone in his voice. "You just got out of the hospital. I don't know why you're here instead of resting at home."

You gulp when San slings the backpack around. "What did the hospital give you anyways?" He chuckles. You count heads, realizing hongjoong isn't here. "Where's -" the door behind you slams.

The alpha from before storms around the driver side. Everyone stops to stare. San shares a look with seonghwa. "What's his problem?" Wooyoung whispers to you, his breath fanning your ear. You scoff silently. "Egocentric alpha." You grumble.

"Got it," he laughs, he's missed you. Pulling you away. The guys all fall behind you two.

The cold of spring is fading away. It no longer nips at your nose. Soon, summer will roll around, and filming will get exhausting more than it already is. Your clothes whip around at the slight gusts of wind. Your makeup isn't caked on for once. Thankfully, you have a new makeup artist this time. Your scent still lingers. You'd have to reapply scent blockers soon. The bottle shifts between your fingertips, twisting and pulling at the lid. You subtly rub it around your scent glands. The chatter of the guys behind you cast in the background of your attention. Hongjoong is just a little bit away. You haven't seen him since you got there. Makeup and clothing took at least an hour or two.

Even though he's right there, you miss him. Hongjoong stands by the filming aquitment, speaking with the crew. You take your time walking up, having just now realized hongjoongs hair is back to the pretty brown you know suits him.

"Joong," you call, a blanket shrugged over your exposed shoulders. His shoulder straightened at your voice; his head whipped around. "Hey!" He calls, a genuine smile lighting up his features.

Hongjoongs figure is still so welcoming. The pack leader has always had that effect on you. It takes everything in you to pull away from the hug. "We missed you," he says earnestly, his hand resting on your neck where your scent gland is. "How are you feeling?"

You sigh, "I'm feeling good," it's somewhat true, although genuinely exhausted from the entire week of being poked and provoked by doctors and annoying alphas. what really got you was your first heat.

"You should be at home, not working." He huffs, reaching up to pull the blanket over you further. "I want to work," you nod, confirming it to yourself. He chuckles. "Yeah, right"

"Take it easy, kay?" You smile. "No promises"

It's the next day when the sun begins to set. You realize you're your biggest enemy. You will never be satisfied with how you contort your body to follow steps. 4,5,6. You repeat. 4,5,6. You stare as you watch yourself perform on the monitor.

There's a tension in the air, the staff can feel it, and the guys can feel it. Everyone moves around freely around you, the guys getting ready to perform the next sequence of steps. Yet you don't care if you're the one giving that tense energy off, your feet stand firm. "One more time, please," you ask the tech crew to repeat the video. A hand falls on your shoulder. Yunho calls your name softly. "Yeah?" You respond, not paying attention to what he says.

4. 5. 6. 4.5.6.

You watch as your lines loosen. This solo shot of you is cursed. Why can't you keep your movements sharp? "Beta," yunho calls firmly. You lift your head, catching his brown eyes with your own. "You're perfect." he guides your chin when you want to turn your attention back to the monitor. "No- look, my arms -" you go to point.

Yunho roughly turns you fully towards the monitor, and his hands fall by your waist. His chest presses against your back as he bends over you, and his head leans over your shoulder. "Look," he takes the word from your mouth. Pointing at your arms as you dance around on screen. "Your arms are fine." His silver hair brushes against your cheek. "There's nothing wrong with your shot. It's perfect."

And it's not because the alpha uses his firm voice to make you listen. It's the way yunho so passionately stares at you, like he believes what he says wholeheartedly. His eyes never slip from over your shoulder, even when yours keep falling back to the monitor.

"Okay," you listen. Yunhos hands fall off you, stepping away. You miss his warmth.

You're a week into the month when suspicion arises. Seonghwa is the one that finds your unopened bottle of scent blockers. "Hey," he says, twiddling the bottle in his nimble fingers. Your eyes shoot up from your phone, watching him stand in your doorway. "Are these yours? None of us had to get a refill." it's such a normal question because seonghwa doesn't think about it. All of the guys use scent blockers to perform for concerts or events.

But you're honestly choking. "I uh- I got a new bottle last week," you gulp. Quick, excuse. Excuse!. "Oh" His eyebrows furrowed. You haven't performed in about a month since the comeback is soon. "Yeah, i - that smell thing I had going on? That's what those are for." You loosely point.

"They're supposed to help," you gulp. Please take the hook. Seonghwas eyes scan you over once again, then back at the bottle. "Are they working?" He finally says. You blank.

"I don't know, can't really tell," you mumble. "Can you?" You sit up, scooting further down your bed. Seonghwa walks into your room. His scent mixes in with the smell you've had to endure all week. "Yeah, I suppose." You can see the gears behind his eyes moving.

"You suppose?" Your eyebrows furrowed. He bites on his lip, pulling at his earring. "Mm, you smell like you usually do.. but.." he thinks about it, scanning your room. His eyes finally fall on your face, urging him to continue. "Never mind."

Seonghwa exits your room without another word. You're in silence by yourself. The suspicion makes your anxiety skyrocket. He left his shirt behind on your bed.

You take it. Why not?

Hongjoong is late coming back again from the studio. He smells stressed beyond belief, even from where you sit across the apartment. He hangs his jacket up in the hallway. And you hear the slow pattern of his feet when he walks down the hallway. Your head falls on the arm of the couch, eyes focused on the TV. Hongjoong calls your name in a whisper. You look up at his tired eyes.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He questions you. You have half the energy to laugh quietly. "Says the one in the studio at.." You check your phone. A picture of you and the girls on the lock screen. "4 am.. why aren't you?" You set your phone back down, pulling your feet up so he can take a seat on the couch without you hogging the whole thing.

He gladly takes it with a heavy sigh. His hand falls to your ankle poking out of the blanket, and you shiver slightly at the chill of his rings. "How are you feeling?" You scoot to sit up, leaning on your hand. "It always gets hectic before a comeback," he huffs a smile, turning towards you. "How are you?" His finger brushes up your calf. "I asked first," you glance back.

He smiles, a tired one, one he always has for you. "Why were you still up?" He changes the question. You take the hint. Laying back down on your pillow that's propped up against the couch. "I wanted to wait for you," you whisper.

The silence is comfortable. Hongjoongs fingers rubbing circles on your ankle. You reach down to grasp his hand, his tired eyes blink back at you. "Lay with me?" You ask, perhaps you shouldn't. But in your sleepy state, you're bold enough to ask, scooting over to make room for him. He doesn't answer but scoots up enough to take the spot next to you. Face to face. "Nightmare?" He asks, as if giving you an excuse, his eyes bore down on yours.

He's so pretty, you think. His eyes are so soft under the darkness. You question if he's one of the prettiest guys you've ever seen, an uncommon trait for alphas. You hum, taking the lie. "Yea"

Your eyelids slink as does his, the rhythmic breathing between you two casts over like a lullaby. Eventually, his arm falls over your hip. Alice In Wonderland playing in the distance, a sound you've gotten used to as you fall into the solitude of sleep.

The next morning, the comfort of the couch is something that you want to fall back into. You want your beauty rest, but the sun keeps beating on your eyelids. You turn in the grasp of the blanket, it has a tight hold, you wiggle to get comfortable.

The fan of someone's breath hits the shell of your ear. Your eye pops up, blinking at the sun coming down on you from the window. You turn to feel the body pressed against your back. Slowly turning so you don't wake them up.

Hongjoongs face is mere centimeters away. His hair falls over his face in waves. You want to reach out and push it away, kiss his eyelids, and touch his face ever so delicately. Your head lays on his arm. Hoongjoongs hoodie rid up his forearm, the scent gland on the bend of his elbow directly in front of you. Hongjoong smells.. like a ripe pear, tahitian vanilla, the heat from the sun, and sweet spices. You nuzzle deeper into his warmth, sighing gently into his chest.

Still foggy from sleep, every second that passes, you fall further into a dream state. Hongjoongs soft and quiet breathing echos in your mind.

Pictures pass in your vision, memories you haven't yet explore dance beyond the border of your sight. You dance silently, following where you lead yourself. Through doors that open without a sound and a floor that is void, your feet patter and swirl like raindrops on water. A distant noise echos. Hands reach out for yours, an assortment of them sticking out from the void and invisible walls that surround you. But you don't reach back. Your movements flow in a rhythm. When you stop to breathe, you sink into the floor. And fall continously. Echos of your struggles and inner thoughts consume you.

You wake up with a shudder, sitting up abruptly. You pat around you, you're in your bed. Hongjoong isn't here. You hope it's not because of what you said. You hope it's not because you made things awkward. You fall back into your comforters, sighing heavily. You stare at the crack in your bedroom door, watching figures pass and go. They block out the sun. The first to stop in the twenty minutes of you staring is Jongho. He pushes your door open softly. Two solid knocks hit your door.

"Want to get some breakfast?" He leans in, jongho is already dressed and ready. You hope he was waiting for you to wake up and ask you to tag along. You smile. "Yes"

The walk is brisk, just down the street to the coffee shop you visit most often in the morning. Jongho holds the door open for you, and you thank him. The smell of coffee hits you straight on. A pleasant surprise that makes your stomach grumble. Your mask stays put on your face, as does jonghos. Your arm wraps around his, a subconscious thing on your part. He doesn't pull away.

The line isn't long. A few stand around, picking and choosing their order. Many of the seats are taken. Chatter echoes in the large shop. "The usual?" Jongho nudges you, pulling your attention from the crowded strangers. He takes the lead compared to when you always do, you don't fight him about ordering like you usually would. "You know it," you smile, although you know the mask will block it. His eyes pull up, and you can tell he's smiling back.

You're compliant to the way he orders everyone's breakfast and drinks, something jongho finds strange for your behavior but boosts his ego a bit. You tell him the rest of the orders he forgets, leaning up to whisper it in his ear. He leans down and meets you halfway, so you aren't straining your still healing ankle. His hand falls to your mid back, steadying you.

"That's it, Thank you."

You lean up against the free space in the waiting area. Propping yourself up against the cold stone wall. This area is just as busy. You know the order will be a while. Jongho takes the spot next to you. Bumping shoulders. "How's your elbow?" He touches your arm gently.

You look down at it, a distant memory compared to the week you've had. "It's fine, it wasn't that bad." You shrug it off.

"If it wasn't, why were you in the hospital for a week?"

A lump forms in your throat. You advert your eyes to anything else. "I.. they wanted to run tests." That catches him off guard. "Tests? What for?" He leans on his shoulder to face you.

"Because i.." swallow the lump, don't word vomit. Please don't word vomit.

"Because I'm a -" ding! "order for Mr. Choi Jong!" Saved by the bell. God, it's so perfectly timed. Jongho stares at you for a second longer, his eyes scan you for answers. Like he's hoping you'll continue. Your mouth is glued. When he adverts his eyes, the emotion that crosses his features is like you did something terrible. He leaves to get the order when you don't look back up at him.

What are you doing? Are you crazy? Your hand falls to your forehead, rubbing the tension away. Jongho is silent the entire walk back. He takes the load of drinks and bags by himself, a few strides ahead. When you offer to help, he pulls away. "It's fine." he simply says. You flinch at his tone.

Just two more weeks.

The second week starts rocky. You haven't talked to yunho since the monitor incident. As well as jongho still being upset at you, hongjoong, avoiding you like the plague, and seonghwa not even giving you the time of day. You don't know what you did.

Your bed feels empty, as does your heart. You toss and turn all night long. Barely able to get any sleep for hours. A knock breaks you out of your tossing and turning habit. "Come in" you turn towards the door.

Mingi stands with his pillow tightly wrapped in his arms. Although childish, you find him cute. "Hey," you push yourself to sit up. He looks shy when he shifts on his feet, rolling his palm over your doorknob. "Can I sleep in here tonight?" He asks, it's mumbled, but you make out what he's asking.

Your lips poke up into a smile. You don't answer, just scooting over to the empty spot you were just upset about. You give him your warm spot instead. He giddily falls atop your spot, snuggly placing his pillow under his head.

"I sleep better in your room," he laughs, his eyes turn into cresents, and you stare at the way his face squishes into the pillow. You gently wiggle off the glasses from his nose, setting them aside on your side table. "It's because my room isn't messy," you snicker lightly.

Mingis whispering voice is just his normal voice, just less loud. You don't mind, though. You give him space. He hardly fits in your bed, yet he says he's the most comfortable in it. You can't tell if he's saying it to make you happy.

Mingi calls your name softly in the dark. "Yeah, mingi?" You whisper back, tucking your arm under your pillow. There's a few seconds of silence. It's uncommon when mingi is around. "I'm sorry again," he says so softly. You sigh. "it wasn't you mingi, you didn't do anything to hurt me that bad.." You close your eyes, excuse.

Excuse.

"...I had to get checked out because of my weird scent change thing going on." It's not true. You're feeling sick from lying so much. He hums. "So I didn't hurt you?" You laugh lightly. "No, min, you didn't hurt me." Your eyelids close. "I would never hurt you on purpose," he slurs in tired words. Your eyebrows furrow.

"I know.." You hear him shuffle closer. He reaches to grab your hand from under the pillow. His grip is soft. Your eyes stay closed.

Is this real?

"I'm here if you ever need anything." his thumb catches yours, intertwining your fingers. You sigh softly.

The amount of lying all week weighs heavy on your shoulders, mingi, who genuinely says what he means, twists your heart between his words. You try to breathe through the sudden sting of tears welling up in your eyes.

"I know." You answer with a shaky breath. You slip your hand out of his, and your world feels as if it's crumbling. Turning on your side away from him.

Just half a week. Half.

It's getting repetitive. Filming for another episode of a variety show you don't care for currently. You just miss your bed. You miss your boys. You miss being normal. You miss not having to hide. You miss being a beta.

"Your turn!" A finger points in your direction. You blink for a few seconds, gathering your wit. "i.. what am I supposed to do?" You laugh to cover the fact you weren't paying attention. The camera shines just out of view.

To keep up with performances, the majority of the boys all yell out the instructions. You get it, just a bit. San and Yeosang are at the top of the tower, having climbed all the way up with their gear.

You have to climb the tower. "Do I have to?" You bounce on your feet anxiously, looking towards the camera. Staff buckle you into your gear, the chatter getting lost whilst you get stuck in your head. You're not a big fan of heights.

You're really not a big fan of heights. You start noticing that when you shuffle across the platform to collect a red scarf. The premise of the game is to collect your color accessories, whilst also not allowed to go back if you miss any. Whatever team gets the most accessories wins. You're on Yeosang and Sans team. Paired in three.

Your rope is tied to san, whose rope is tied to yeosang. You don't think you got the strength in your arms to keep going. You power on anyway. Slipping your hand between spray painted fake rocks and clawing your way up.

Your helmet keeps slipping down your face. Surely, it's unfair that you got a helmet that doesn't even fit you. And dangerous. But mostly unfair.

"You got this!" Sans yell encourages you. You're in a particularly tough spot. You have to reach sideways to grab a pair of red sunglasses. It's the last thing you have to grab to win.

To your left, the blue team, which consists of wooyoung, yunho, and hongjoong, yells to each other. You try to drown it out and focus on your own team.

You just gotta reach over. You wedge yourself as close as you can.

Just reach. You can hear the game hosts encouraging you on, shouts of surprise.

Your fingertips just barely scrape it, almost knocking it off the ledge it's on. You shuffle, your single hand holding onto a rock is getting sweaty. You breath cautiously, reaching out again.

It's so close.

And then you grab it.

Shouts from San and yeosang make you smile. You're proud of yourself. You go to turn back, slipping from your left foot. Oh no. You're slipping, trying to get a solid hold on the rock. You slip the sunglasses on your head, hoping to be able to get your right hand free to grab the ledge.

San and yeosang are only a few feet up, not close enough for you to reach for. You've got to maneuver yourself out of the spot you're in. You don't know if you can. You wiggle and twist your waist, stretching your right arm above you.

Your fingers wiggle to get a good grip on the jagged red rock you grabbed. You're not as muscular as you thought as you try to use your right arm to pull your full body weight further up.

You strain it so, to the point where when you finally get yourself up. You have to shake off the hurt. Just two more rocks. Two more big reaches.

Two seems to appear a lot lately.

Distant shouting of all the teams catch your attention. Wooyoung is gaining speed. He's on his last accessory, a few feet behind you. When he sees you staring, he smirks like a predator, gaining speed.

Your movements are calculated but rushed. You keep pushing the helmet back on your head. The sunglasses slip down over your eyes, somewhat blocking your view. You're sweating bullets at this point.

Yeosangs hand is a saving grace. He pulls you up by your right wrist whilst san pulls your left arm. As soon as you get up, you book it to the table you have to put the accessories on.

Your team wins. Confetti cascades around you. You cheer happily, jumping around and laughing out of breath.

How it feels to be victorious.

You look to yeosang and San. They stare, shocked.

You wipe the sweat off your brow. The sweet scent hitting your nostrils.

Oh no.

You swipe the sweat away as quickly as you can, pulling the roll on bottle out of your pocket. Hurry. You try to twist the top off. Rolling the scent onto your scent glands and over your forehead as much as you can.

It's no doubt in your mind. They smelt your real scent. They know. You don't turn to look. You don't even want to know what they're thinking. Your breathing turns shallow.

Fuck.

Your world is crashing.

This time for real.

You take the emergency stairs. Ignoring the calls of yeosang and san. Stripping the gear off of you as you go. You don't care if you're ruining the victory shot. You just gotta get out of here.

You're wondering the hallways when wooyoung finds you. Hot tears stream down your face. Why are you even crying? You don't know. Maybe you're scared this will change everything. Maybe you're scared you messed up again and ruined it.

Wooyoungs hand is a soft pull to your wrist. You yank yourself out of his grip. Pain flashes his features. He says your name gently. You continue to sob. "What? What now" you huff. Wiping your tears harshly.

"Tell me what's wrong -" "Nothing!" You painfully shout, stepping away from his distressed smell. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing is ever wrong." You laugh at your situation. Wooyoungs hand clenches in the air. His hair falls over his eyes messily. He's still in the outfit he was wearing for the game, minus the gear. It's as if he came looking straight for you.

Just for you.

Wooyoungs mouth falls open and close. You dont think about whether or not he has something to say. You don't want to even look. "Just go away, please"

Wooyoung face is painted in pain. You know he doesn't know what to do. Doesn't know how to react. "Omega, please." he whispers.

Your sobs stop. Your tear stained face whips around, and your shocked face is evidence you weren't expecting that.

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. "We need to talk," he sighs, allowing him to walk up. He takes your wrists in his hands gently. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your wrists.

Silently, tears stream. You don't have the energy to pull away.

You ruined everything. They know.

A/n; cliff hanger bc my phone is glitching out BAD. IM SORRY! hopefully, the two chapts will make up for it. Thanks for all the support ♡.

Taglist: @lelaleleb @bratty-tingz @0325tiny @smilefordongil @atinytinaa @unripeapple7 @ja3hwa @stopeatread (thanks for your support ♡)

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r41nc4ndy · 7 months ago

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The first Zip of Beer!

Sorry chat I kinda forgot to write the ff but I‘m here now 😈

This is basically just drunk Edward and Zip

Disclaimer: There will be no romance nor any reader inserts, this is just a silly little FF.

It might be OOC

Also I have no clue on how to write drunk people

CW: mentions of beer and drunk people

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"Zip, what the fuck."

Edward and Oliver stared at Zip in unified bafflement and confusion. They weren’t strangers to beer, but sneaking a huge ass bottle to school? And not even trying to hide it? They had their boundaries themselves! (Claire would disagree.)

"What’s up?"

Zip, seemingly not noticing how it‘s strange she took it with her to school, looked back just as confused.

"Won‘t Miss Circle get angry?"

"Yeah, there‘s NO WAY any of the teachers are gonna let that slide, no matter how much they favor us."

As soon as they said that, Zip understood why they were staring and let out a prolonged 'Oooh'

"Well honestly, that‘s only if you snitch me out, y‘know? But my favorite pookies wouldn’t do that! Riiiiight?"

Zip said, batting her eyelashes.

In response to this, Edward just quietly asked

".. Can I have some?"

To which Zip happily complied and took out a glass from her bag..? How much fits in that bag?! Well, I‘d rather not question it.

Zip then finally started eating her lunch and chugging that Pils down like there was no tomorrow. Didn’t seem to have much of an affect on her. The same couldn’t be said for Edward, though.

"Woooowahhhhhzzz… Zip that’s so funny gimmie more nowww!"

"Yeesh, You’re already drunk? Weak."

"Zip now isn‘t uh.. the time for that. How‘s he supposed to show up to class?"

"Say he got a brain injury."

"He reeks of beer! No way they‘d accept that excuse!"

Zip and Oliver started debating over what to do (Or better said, Oliver trying to come up with an excuse because he felt like having a trouble free day today while Zip didn‘t care too much.), while Edward quietly took Zip‘s bottle to drink more as he took her lack of answer as a yes.

"HEY! That‘s mine! Give it back!"

"Nuh uh!"

Edward held it up as Zip tried to reach it so as to get it back.

"I paid for it with MY money!"

"I gooot to it first!"

"Guys- we‘re at school c‘mon.."

Oliver tried to quietly separate them but failed miserably. He could only watched as they fell off the cafeteria bank and started struggling on the floor, occasionally interrupted by things like 'Gimmie that!', 'That‘s mine!' Or anything of the sort.

At that point, Oliver decided he gave up and got up, wanting to go to his amazing girlfriend, but instead got stopped by a familiar sight.

"M-Miss Circle! What‘s the best math teacher doing here?"

Oliver rather loudly said, trying to get the attention of Zip and Edward, but to no avail as the kept fighting for the beer.

In response to this, Miss Circle walked up and picked the two up.

"I think that Miss Grace would like to see you both."

Both Zip and Edward immediately stopped, staring up at Miss Circle as they were dragged away, leaving the forgotten bottle and Oliver standing there.

".. Losers. Totally forgot about it."

*He picked it up and was gonna drink from it, but only got a hand placed on his shoulder.*

"And I‘ll be confiscating that."

"Awh shucks. :["

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This was my first FF and NOT HC! I Hope you guys liked it!

#nutstickler78 writing #fundamental paper education #fundamental paper education zip #fpe zip #fundamental paper education edward #fundamental paper education oliver

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definitelynotgideon · 8 months ago

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ Okay guys so, as I move forward with writing these, I need to address a couple of things. First - I don't mention Genya and Gideon's age in this fic, but they'd be considered young adults in my stories.

Second, when I was writing this chapter I struggled with how it'd be perceived in full. I wanted to be mindful of my audience here and considered posting it with warnings and marking it mature, but I've instead made an abridged version for Tumblr specifically. The full version will be on my Ao3. Just to say, the full version includes them making out but there is some stronger/more mature theme present in the writing, even if it isnt explicit. I'll link the full version in this post for those who would like to read it.

As I continue to write, if anything seems to be stronger in mature theming, i'll be either posting a clean version on tumblr that doesnt take away from the main storyline or I'll be posting the chapters back to back if one can't be abridged. either way, I'm continuing the story here just wanting to be sensitive to my readers.

CW: Cuddling in bed 😱, strong language, Gideon mentions nudity. I'm pretty sure thats it for this version.

{For the Ao3 Version, click here. CW: includes mature themes in naration, makeout session. Not Explicit.}

Word count: 1,058

The Demons We Face | Chapter 13, Beautiful

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They were silent as they shared touches, kisses, smiles, glances into each other's eyes… and then Genya asked a question.

“Have you ever… felt this way about anyone else?”

Gideon blinked and looked thoughtfully into his eyes. “What do you mean by ‘this way?’ Like, attracted?”

“Yeah. Have you been attracted… maybe like, attracted to someone who also liked you back?”

Gideon woke up first the next morning. He was secured in Genya's arms, pulled snug to his chest. Gideon had become a teddy bear.

And Genya was asleep asleep. Exhausted from his mission and traveling, and finally able to fall asleep comfortably, he was catching up on very needed Z’s. It also didn't hurt that his bed companion was warm, and that he felt safe with him nearby.

Gideon didn't mind, he rested with a small smile on his face and cupped his hand over Genya's. It was peaceful to feel his pulse so close, the rising and falling of his chest and the warmth of his breath on his neck.

But there was just one problem that arose about ten minutes later. Gideon was trapped, and had to use the restroom.

He… tried lifting Genya's arm up and off of him so that he could wiggle free of the bed, but Genya pulled him closer with a small groan.

Damn it… there was no way he could get out without disturbing Genya's slumber. He tried one more time to squeeze his way out of Genya's grasp to no avail. He huffed.

“Genya…”

No response.

“Genya, Hun, let me go…”

Genya pulls Gideon closer to his chest and groans softly.

“Baby…”

Genya playfully wrapped himself around Gideon like an octopus might. He grinned as he hid his face in Gideon's neck. “Never~”

“But I have to pee,” Gideon whined.

“Not allowed. You're not allowed to leave. Not after you called me ‘baby.’ You done fucked up~”

“...Genya I swear to all the gods, I will pee on you if you don't let me up-”

“All of them huh?”

“Genya!”

Genya chuckles and finally unbars his arms so that Gideon can actually move. “Fiiine~ hurry back though.”

Gideon all but ran to the bathroom once he was freed. Shutting his door so Genya could rest in privacy, he made his way down the hall to relieve himself.

Meanwhile, Genya buried himself in Gideon’s bedding, stealing his pillow to clutch and just feeling incredibly high in spirits. Gideon’s room smelled of the lavender he had gotten for him, mingled with what the top of his head smelled like within his sheets.

He called me ‘baby’… I… never thought I would like pet names honestly.

Gideon didn't take terribly long, and he came back in quietly to the sight of Genya hiding in his blankets and clutching his pillow. He paced over to lay down again, facing Genya this time and giving his face a few soft kisses.

“Good morning,” Gideon cooed, shuffling himself closer as Genya wrapped his arms around him again. He stuck his leg between Genya's and wiggled into place, jade eyes resting on amethyst ones.

“Morning, cute boy~” Genya said, making Gideon blush. Before he could hide his face fully, Genya inches closer to kiss his warm cheeks.

They were silent as they shared touches, kisses, smiles, glances into each other's eyes… and then Genya asked a question.

“Have you ever… felt this way about anyone else?”

Gideon blinked and looked thoughtfully into his eyes. “What do you mean by ‘this way?’ Like, attracted?”

“Yeah. Have you been attracted… maybe like, attracted to someone who also liked you back?”

“...No one has reciprocated my feelings previously. I've found a few men in the corps attractive, but… I've never really gotten close to anyone like this…” He smiles and sneaks his arm around Genya's waist, “You and I… I think what we have seems unique. Our time together stuck in my mind and I hoped to the gods that I'd see you again. I thought about you every day. I regretted not kissing you. I've not felt this way, this strongly, for anyone else.”

Gideon’s heart was still racing. It felt as if it would never settle, even though it had in certain spurts.

“Have you? Have you felt attracted to someone who liked you too?”

Genya shrugged. “I think I'm similar to you but… you're the first boy I've found attractive. Otherwise… I like girls too. They're… so pretty and soft. I've had crushes on girls before and then… and then you…” he blushed deep and averted his gaze.

“I hope that's okay. I… I think I'm bisexual.”

“Why would it not be okay?” Gideon cooed to him, gently lifting his face. He looked at him adoringly. “Genya, it's okay that you like girls too. Just because I only like men and you like men and women, it doesn't change the way I feel about you in the slightest.”

Genya exhaled, relieved, and nodded to him.

“Besides I know I'm very pretty so, I win against the girls you looked at before~”

Genya chuckled. “You are a very pretty boy,” he hummed.

Gideon playfully winked at him and bit the tip of his own tongue. “And you're adorable, and insanely attractive. What kinds of descriptors would you prefer me to use for you? Do you like being called handsome? Or would you prefer things like gorgeous or pretty?”

Genya looked up to the ceiling in thought. “...I'd be okay with any of those. Whatever you'd like to call me.”

Gideon smirked. “Don't give me an open invitation to whatever I want, Genya. I'll find very unhinged things to call you.”

Genya returned the smirk. “You will huh? What army are you going to come in with to back you up?”

“Just me and my hammer, baby~”

Genya snorted and laughed. He sat up in the bed as Gideon did the same, swinging his legs over the edge to stand and stretch.

He twisted his body mid stretch and made little stretch sounds, looking at Genya as he relaxed again. “...Wanna go sit on the engawa with me? Drink a morning cup, chat, and then go eat breakfast?”

Genya smiled, his mauve eyes resting delicately in the forests of Gideon's eyes. “Sounds like a plan. We getting dressed?”

“Nope. I prefer to scare everyone with my nude body first thing in the morning, or blind them with how porcelain white my legs are at a minimum.I enjoy scaring all of the citizens-”

“Gideon,” Genya laughed around his name. “I meant pajamas or uniforms.”

Gideon grins big. “I know.~” he hands Genya his outfit off of his desk chair and he moves to his closet to dress himself.

#genya shinazugawa #gideon azulyss #genya x oc #genya x gideon #demonslayer oc #demon slayer #kny oc #kny #demon slayer fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #kny gforce

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fuminri · 8 months ago

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𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐚

I may of may not have said this before but yes I read manga, manhwa, and manhua

cw. Long post ahead‼️

And yes those 3 are different but manga is most known..... I mostly read manhwa due to there's so many manhwas in the site i read💁🏻‍♀️

do I read manga?

Ah, well sometimes I do. If I'm eager to find something out about a certain anime, I occasionally pop up into reading its manga

what's a manhwa?

Essentially, it is a manga but it's korean....... I actually prefer manhwa cuz it's a more basic format like the panels are simple rather than the manga ones which are complex panels.

what's a manhua?

It's the same. I don't remember anymore what manhua have I read but it's mostly the same format as a manhwa but manhua is chinese.

What do I read?

I read BL. And no, I'm not like a BL crazy fan as you might think and no I don't go around telling people I read that and no I don't try to talk about it unless brought up to. I actually enjoy reading cuz it expands my vocabulary at most :]]

Why do I read BL?

For fun, mostly, I learn about complex tropes through reading and having a visual representation of what I'm reading. Mostly the BLs I read are really the same but still, they may have a twist💁🏻‍♀️ it really just depends on the author

Who is my favorite Author?

Brothers Without A Tomorrow!!!! LIKE DANG BROOOOOOOOO I love their manhwas so much and their stories omg. I've read like 7 of their published manhwas and there's still a few which is on-going. My favorite manhwa of theirs is Miscreants And Mayhem cuz I like Pil-gyun hehe (*≧ω≦)

Do I have an all time fav manhwa?

Not really but Miscreants And Mayhem is really what I look forward to into updates hauahauhauahauau

What's my first ever manhwa?

HAHAUAH BJ Alex actually.. uhm☺️

What's the first Manga have I read?

Uhhh, Attack On Titan. Cuz when I heard the manga of it was finished, I instantly when to read it. So like the finished anime really just took a small toll on me.

What's my reason for telling you all this?

I mean it wouldn't hurt to tell everyone has different interests in their life and I'm merely just sharing what I read. There's a lot more to my interests than just these lol XD

Does ARTSTYLE MATTER?!

YES IT DOES‼️ (for me)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 9, 2024

#˚₊‧꒰ Fuyumi is Random

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postsofbabel · 1 year ago

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kingbiwing · 3 years ago

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i... might need tips on how to deal with people trying to love me.

especially adults.

especially my parents-in-law.

especially my father-in-law who keeps buying me comics and making research to know what i could like and sends me posts & fanarts about nightwing and wants us to play board games together and includes me in jokes and asks for my opinion and gives me the prettiest strawberries no matter how much his wife loves them.

please.

#lys speaks #cw food mention #this man saw me and went 'i want it' help me #james says it's probably 1) bc his parents wanted multiple children but only had him #2) bc they hate my mom and think i deserve to be loved or some shit #and the 3rd only applies to his dad) he's a HUGE comic nerd and my bf isnt so he saw a pink-haired teenager who puts their life in the #hands of fictionnal characters and decided 'hm i want this one' and yeah #(there technically a 4th but i dont want to think that my PILs only want to spend time with me bc their son loves me and literally no other #reason and that they secretely dont care abt me and... yeah lets not think abt it)

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visceravalentines · 3 years ago

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One more for good measure before I yeet myself back into the crypt. Fluff/smut/mild angst. Michael Myers x GN!Reader.

Smaller Than the Ocean, Bigger Than You

Michael Myers has never been to the beach. You decide to change that.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Length: 2.2k

CW: smut, oral, choking, hair pulling, biting

Reader POV

There are countless things Michael Myers has never experienced.

Big things, like birthday parties, the freedom of summer vacation, a first date, first car, first job. Small things that are somehow so much bigger: snow angels. Trips to the library. Learning how to cook something besides toast. You’ve done what you can to catch him up on those experiences, as much as he is willing to try, which is admittedly limited. Public places are by and large off limits, the overstimulation of sights and sounds dangerous for everyone present. Media of all sorts is of little interest to him. Technology is a nonstarter.

While the chance to guide him through new experiences is unique, precious, and often immensely enjoyable, it is almost always a little heartbreaking. Often your guesses about what he might find compelling are wrong and you are met with a blank, dispassionate stare. Other times, he is as close to delighted as he ever comes – bubble baths, for example, are a surprising favorite.

This time, your hopes are high.

It takes no small amount of convincing beforehand. Michael does not enjoy trips in the car, especially with you at the wheel, especially on an unfamiliar route. When you explain that there may be other people there, you just about lose him on the idea. But eventually, you manage to cajole him into the weekend road trip with a compromise on who will be driving most of the way.

He watches you pack both bags like he’s supervising the task. He is skeptical about the swim trunks. He examines the sunscreen closely before handing it back to you without comment. You smile at the wariness in his eyes.

“I know it seems like a lot of new things, but I promise it will be worth it. When we get there, you’ll see. If you don’t want to do anything else, we can just sit and look at it.”

He lets out a long sigh.

The night before you leave, he sleeps even less than usual. You remember what it was like before a big trip as a child, the anxiety and excitement over an early morning departure. You rub his knuckles with your thumb, a small gesture that has become the go-to comfort signal. The last thing you see before you drift off is his face in profile, staring at the ceiling.

In the morning, he is up before you and standing by the door with the car keys in hand. You pack into your little car and settle into the passenger’s seat. He gets to drive the first stretch through familiar roads.

It is a beautiful day and a beautiful drive. When you eventually take over, he rolls down the window and lets the air rush over his face. You know it helps ground him, helps distinguish this drive from being transported between institutions as a prisoner. His wavy hair fluffs in the wind, his big hand wrapped around the rim of the window, and your heart contracts.

At the halfway point, you stop for the night at a roadside motel. He does not come into the lobby with you to check in, but after a careful inspection of the room he seems to relax. He is accustomed to sleeping in unfamiliar places.

He undresses you slowly while you lay beside him on the polyester bedspread. His face, as always, is expressionless, but his eyes drink you in, a bastion of familiarity in a strange place. You let him set the pace, especially here, and while he is in no rush to expose his own skin, he strips you to nothing and wastes no time closing the distance between you.

His curls hang around his face as he moves his mouth down your midline, his breath warm on your skin, his tongue tentative. Your toes curl when he reaches your sex. He has learned the value of delicacy, no longer quite so frenzied when he goes down on you. You sigh, moan, body lolling back against the pillows. “Michael….”

He loops his arms under your thighs and lifts you closer. Waves of pleasure roll up your spine and your abdomen contracts. When you open your eyes, his gaze is intent on your face. You want so badly to touch him but you know he will not approve and so instead you clench the bedspread in your hand, gasping.

When you are close, so close, to your climax, he pulls away and flips you onto your stomach. You wait impatiently, expectantly, for the feeling of him between your legs. He slides his full length into you with the first thrust and you whine, twisting the covers. His fingers run across your scalp and he takes your hair in his fist, drawing your head back with measured force. He is not one for kisses, but he bites the base of your neck and sucks. His supporting arm beside your head is beautifully veined.

Just before you come, he releases your hair and his hand glides to your throat, wraps snugly around it, not too tight, but enough that he can feel your vocalizations. His thumb and fingers span the distance between the corners of your jaw like they were made for each other. As he finishes inside you, his grip tightens and your vision fuzzes.

He remains on top of you afterwards, supporting most of his considerable weight on his elbows. He has kept his shirt on, but the heat of his skin is overwhelming. You reach up and lightly tug one of his curls. You are shocked when he nuzzles your temple, lips brushing your hairline in what is almost a kiss.

And then just like that, he is gone, the sudden lack of him on top and inside of you dizzying, and when you turn over he has already disappeared into the bathroom. It’s freaky, his ability to melt from one place to another.

You pull on a t-shirt to sleep in and wait for him to return. Often after sex he needs breathing room, time for his body and brain to process the amount of physical contact he has just experienced. You have both gotten better at feeling out his boundaries. He no longer reacts violently when gentle, affectionate touch becomes too much.

When he comes back, fully clothed, he lies next to you and stares at the ceiling. You don’t know where he goes in his mind during moments like this, but it must be a safe place, for he retreats there often. Eventually, he slides his arm out towards you, palm against the mattress, and you stroke his knuckles with the back of your fingers. Eventually, he flips his hand over and you trace the lines in his palm, up and down each finger in order. Eventually, he shifts his head into your lap and lets you comb through his curls and massage his scalp. His eyes are light and although they do not close for very long, they do close. How incredibly far he has come, you think. How comfortable must he be with you to allow this kind of simple, peaceful physical interaction. How lucky you are to see this side of him.

There are two beds in the motel room – you always give him the option of more space – but he spends the night beside you, on top of the covers, and you think he sleeps well.

In the morning, back on the road, you stop for coffee. He likes plain lattes. Food that is too spicy, too bitter, too much of anything, he does not care for. Halloween candy is the exception. His anxiety has lessened considerably from the previous day’s journey and he even allows you to drive most of the rest of the way while he watches the scenery roll by.

When you approach your destination, he straightens in his seat. You know he can smell the change in the air. A glimpse of it through the trees and he all but leans out the window. His hand reaches absently towards you and you place yours on top of it. He looks at you with a mix of curiosity and trepidation and you smile back encouragingly.

At last, a full, uninterrupted view of the ocean opens up around the vehicle. Michael sits forward, gaze panning slowly across the horizon. The way the world seems both to end and extend forever, you know he has never seen anything like it. His eyes are tumultuous as he tries to take it all in at once.

You know you’ve picked a good destination when you park and there are only two other vehicles in the lot. He is hesitant to exit the car, sitting with the door open as you unpack the beach day necessities from the trunk. When you come around to his side he looks at you expectantly.

“Come on,” you say, setting everything down and reaching out both hands. “We can go look first.” He does not take your hands, but he unfolds from the car, his incredible height looming over you. He allows you to lead the way out of the parking lot, up the boardwalk trail that crests a hill thick with grasses and then deposits you in the sand.

The sand is worth stopping for. He stares at you dubiously as you pull off your shoes and sift your feet down to the cool underlayer. “You can try it if you want,” you say, bending down to scoop up a handful and letting it trickle back out. He watches you before turning back to the ocean. He is captivated.

You touch him lightly on the elbow and walk past him. “We can get closer.” He follows you at a distance with his head tilted slightly, absorbing the sound of the waves. When you walk all the way to where the sand is wet and let the tide swell up over your ankles, he stops about ten feet from the waterline, totally at a loss. The wind tosses his hair. The shriek of a gull draws his gaze like a magnet before it swings back to you. You dip your hands in the water and shake them off, backing further into the surf. “This is the ocean,” you say. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

He actually cocks an eyebrow, just a little. For him, this is the equivalent of throwing his arms in the air, as if to say he does not even know where to begin. You grin and approach him, sand coating your wet feet. “You can take it slow. We have all day.”

He stares out at the edge of the earth and you wonder if for once, he feels small. He makes no move to enter the water, his fist clenching and unclenching in an unconscious self-soothing gesture. But there is little tension in his shoulders and none in his jaw, and eventually he pulls off his own shoes, plants his feet carefully in the sand, watches it filter through his toes, and then looks back at the sea.

Eventually you return to the car to get your things. To your surprise, he does not come with you, and when you come back he has moved to the edge of the tide. You sidle up beside him and together you watch the water rise, barely touch your toes, and pull back across the sand. He does this for a very long time.

The day is spent in increments, alternately sitting up the beach and standing in the surf. The two of you walk along the shore for nearly an hour and he keeps looking back at the waves that erase your footprints. You introduce him to a few low-anxiety beach activities, like looking for shells (he is very good at this but you can tell he does not understand the purpose) and piling sand up over your legs (he is also very good at this and seems to enjoy it). By far, however, he spends the most time just looking.

When the sun sinks at last into the sea, you hate the way he stares up at you as you begin to shake the sand from the beach towels and stuff them back in the tote bag. “We can come back tomorrow,” you say, and reluctantly he stands up once the only thing left in the sand is himself. You take his hand on the walk back to the car, running your thumb over his knuckles, and he squeezes your fingers tightly.

In your hotel room, he lays down immediately and breathes out a long, heavy sigh. The sun has lightly kissed his cheekbones, probably for the first time, and it is immensely attractive. You order in takeout and he eats, per usual, like it is his last meal. Exhausted from the sun and the plethora of new sights, sounds, and sensations, he falls asleep well before you do, something you have only seen him do once or twice before. You hope you haven’t overdone it.

But in the morning, you wake to the familiar sense of being watched. To your amazement, he is dressed – in swim trunks – and the beach things are piled by the door. You hold back a laugh and beam at him.

“What do you say, should we go to the beach?”

#my writing #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x y/n #michael myers fanfic #michael myers #michael myers fic #michael myers fluff

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solrosan · 3 years ago

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NaNo Write-Up

No one asked, but this is what the 51 502 words I wrote in November were spread out over. It turned out to be exclusively TKEM.

Day1: The Broken Place AU - Yeong takes Chia-wei to Corea

Day2: Green Cabbage - New ch 1

Day3: The Broken Place AU - Yeong meets the twins

Day4: The Broken Place - Yeong meets Mei hua

Day5: The Broken Place - Yeong back in Corea

Day6: The Broken Place - Pegging smut

Day7: The Broken Place - Yeong in Hanoi | Green Cabbage ch 2

Day8: The Broken Place - Yeong is back | Green Cabbage ch 3

Day9: Green Cabbage ch 4 | Random smut

Day10: Green Cabbage ch Y

Day11: The Broken Place - Night of Treason | Green Cabbage ch Y

Day12: The Broken Place - The Night of Treason with CW

Day13: Green Cabbage ch Y

Day14: The Broken Place AU - Kka-bi has cancer

Day15: The Broken Place AU - Kka-bi has cancer

Day16: The Broken Place AU - Kka-bi has cancer

Day17: The Broken Place - EMA crossover | Yeong/MH smut

Day18: TKEM/CLOY crossover | Yeong's cologne

Day19: The Broken Place - Yeong's mothers-in-law

Day20: Hiking fic - The Guards' POV | The Broken Place smut

Day21: Hiking fic - Gon goes hiking | The Broken Place AU

Day22: The Broken Place - Gon tells Yeong about Tae-eul | Yeong goes to Hanoi

Day23: The Broken Place - Mei-hua in Corea | Ho-pil | Smut

Day24: The Broken Place - Yeong leaves | Gon invites Yeong to his wedding

Day25: Hiking fic - The guards' POV | TKEM/CLOY crossover | Canada AU - Yeong talks to his parents

Day26: Canada AU - The Cabin | TKEM/CLOY crossover

Day27: The Broken Place - Yeong's interview | The twins in Taipei

Day28: The Broken Place - The twins in Taipei

Day29: The Broken Place - Yeong's first night in Taipei

Day30: Canada AU - The Second Conversation

#writing #about solrosan #nanowrimo

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koyurim · 4 years ago

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its okay to not be okay 11-12

our three main leads are working hard to become a family that communicates and works well together, and my heart is SO full!!!!!!!! but of course, as they start to uncover the past, the temptation to shift back into old patterns haunts our kang-tae in particular.

cw: ptsd, war imagery, blood, murder

i am SO proud of the growth that all three leads have put in to move forward, especially sang-tae. last week, we saw kang-tae slip into his old beliefs that he wasn’t allowed to have anyone else in his life other than his brother, however, this week, as he realizes how afraid he was to potentially lose moon-young, he finally accepts the fact that he wants moon-young in his life. this acceptance means he can no longer live as he used to, which changes his demeanor completely, and everyone can see it!

the world that he and sang-tae created before was a world only meant for the two of them, they kept people out to protect themselves but as a result both were incredibly lonely. kang-tae’s approach of trying to get sang-tae to understand that moon-young will be another person to stand by his side moved me so much. love isn’t a competition where people are pushed in and out of our lives, but rather the more love we have for people, the stronger our communities and support systems can become.

kang-tae also finally begins to approach sang-tae as his brother and not as a caretaker. when the two of them fought, i felt such relief to see the two of them act like real siblings. even though it was hard to hear, sang-tae needed to be told that he needs to act like an adult because he’s not a child who can constantly be babied. and sang-tae loves his brother enough to change; his amazement and heartbreak when he realized that kang-tae was happy in his sleep for the first time really spoke volumes. earlier, sang-tae said that kang-tae cries in his sleep, so this must have been a big change and sang-tae was able to realize how big and healthy of a change this was all for kang-tae. he consequently commits to becoming an adult who can make room for kang-tae and moon-young in his heart.

when he asked if kang-tae had eaten and bought him a meal, i cried because sang-tae has always understood the way that kang-tae shows him love and is trying to do the same. sang-tae also begins to try to tackle his past traumatic memories of their mom’s death because he no longer wants gang-tae to have to suffer from their constant moving. as sang-tae tries to grow up and learns to understand that he can give care in addition to receiving it, it impacts others positively as well. sang-tae was able to help mr. gan pil-ong’s ptsd episode in the same way that kang-tae cared for him.

sang-tae’s acceptance of moon-young felt really earned and i love the family dynamic they’re creating. moon-young is one of the only people who treats sang-tae like a proper adult and the two of them are so similar, their banter is fun and feels very sibling like. the two of them are so principled and unbending but they respect each other enough that their bickering pushes each other to consider different and new perspectives. sang-tae even quotes moon-young verbatim about promises when he talks to director oh about being paid for his mural!

moon-young’s also grown so much, and i really appreciate the way that she’s grown in her empathy for others, but it doesn’t dilute her personality at all. she’s still pushy and demanding and fun, but she acknowledges that this can be inconsiderate and rude; she tried to check in with kang-tae when she noticed that he was upset and even asked if she was stepping over his toes in a way that he had said earlier, showing that she really took his criticism to heart. she also still went to take a photo with sang-tae because he too is important to her despite her disappointment that kang-tae wasn’t there. her and kang-tae’s dynamic as a couple feels genuine to who they are and is always very fun and hilarious (and HOT) to watch, like when she demanded his cooperation for a son. i also loved the way she asked jae-su for help without even asking for help (ordering pizza to demand his presence).

kang-tae’s suspicions that moon-young’s mom killed his mom has thrown him for a loop, which is very understandable. it was a traumatic moment that he also has never processed, despite the focus being almost entirely on sang-tae’s memories of that moment. he defaults to wanting to run and i think his explosion at moon-young made sense because he needed space, but i DO think he needs to apologize. he never apologized to moon-young for the hurtful things he said to her when he pushed her away last week and while they were able to overcome and figure things out with sang-tae, this feels like a bad pattern to establish where kang-tae gets moody (for real reasons and his initial tendency to run away) and lashes out while moon-young has to work to figure out what’s wrong. however, his late appearance to the photoshoot gives me hope that he’s going to acknowledge what he’s done! i also hope this means he’ll do his best to face his past head on holding the people he loves near to his heart instead of pushing them away.

also, i feel like jae-su deserves much more than he gets in this show. jae-su is right that kang-tae only talks to him when he needs something and this isn’t a great dynamic for friends! jae-su’s a fantastic friend (also very loyal, i love how he immediately let moon-young know about the ‘ants’) and deserves some lovE!!!

sang-in and ju-ri have really grown on me. his earnest courtship of her has won my heart and i want to see ju-ri respond!! why hasnt he called her???

theory time! many folks seem to think that sang-tae and moon-young are siblings, but i dont think there’s much weight behind this theory. if this was true, i feel like she would have kidnapped sang-tae after killing his mom. rather, i think sang-tae’s mom started a job at a welfare agency and perhaps threatened to take moon-young away from her mom. (or did something that caused moon-young’s mom to become incredibly possessive and jealous). i also think moon-young’s mom is actually her step-mom and was incredibly controlling of moon-young’s appearance and actions to model her after herself in a way to stake her claim as ‘mother’ in moon-young’s life. if this theory is right, then who’s moon-young’s ‘birth mom’? i feel like it might be a character we already know and im leaning most towards juri’s mom (which would make the two sisters!!! and would make sense given ep 13′s title “Janghwa and Hongryeon,” which sounds like a TERRIFYING folktale).

other questions i have, what is the deal with nurse park?? what is her stake in this whole situation? i feel like she asked kang-tae to check the rooms so that he’d see moon-young’s family portrait. why is she so interested in sang-tae? is someone actually living in the basement? is it park ok-ran? maybe that’s why they haven’t caught her. how come park ok-ran knows so much about moon-young’s family?

#Its okay to not be okay #psycho but its okay #kdrama

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meow-catella · 5 years ago

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I saw a clip from Dream High of the main character Kim Pil Suk losing 30kgs/66lbs in 200 days. I am going to challenge myself to do the same though change it up slightly.

I am going count the days from the 16th of January since that is when the number of the scale started finally going down. I am going to give myself 126 days to lose the remaining 30.3kg / 66.8lbs to reach my UGW or get as close to it as I can. This probably sounds crazy, but it would be a good challenge. I just hope I don’t mess it up ;~;

Diet Summary:

1. “Breakfast like a queen”. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and you should eat until you’re 80% full. You will have all day to burn off your calories. You can eat things like omelette, sandwiches, fruit salad, croissant.

2. “Lunch like a commoner”. Lunch should be carbs and protein with a little fat to recharge your body. You can eat things like boiled eggs, apples, salad. Avoid eating sweets and junk food.

3. “Dinner like a bum (beggar)”. Dinner should be lean. Salad, boiled potato or a handful of rice will do. You don’t want to eat a lot of calories before bed, your metabolism is slow at night.

- 1 hour of exercise a day - Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day. One every hour

My Stats:

Height: 149cm

HW / SW: 84.5kg / 186.2lbs

CW / SW before diet: 75.3kg / 166lbs

UGW: 45kg / 99lbs

#not pro just using tags #tw eating disorder #pro ana #pro mia #pro anamia #proana #promia #anamia #bulimia #buliimia #eating disorder #ed #ed thoughts #pro ed #pro eating disorder #ana

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swordsandparasols · 6 years ago

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I’ve been binging on Lawless LAwyer over the weekend (Short version: love it, will hopefully say more about that later) and while I do agree what seem to be the general consensus that Jae Yi and Sang Pil got together too quick and it was clunky (the “I’m 80% in love with you mostly because of 8 years of Romantic Kdrama Stalking because of our shared mom tragedy tat you learned about five minutes ago” “ok” bit is another matter, if a somewhat popular kdrama trope), honestly, it was mostly clunky and too fast because it’s a kdrama. If this were a US show (especially a CW one), they probably would have gotten together and broken up at least twice by now, and a least one of them would have had a hatesex boinking session with Yeon Hee during one of those breakups.

#lawless lawyer #lawless attorney #kdrama #just for some perspective #(remember before it came out and we all wondered if there'd be any romance at all?)

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Daily Current Affairs 05th June 2020

INDIA’S UNEMPLOYMENT RATE

CONTEXT

India’s unemployment rate improved from the 45-year high of 6.1% in 2017-18 to 5.8% in 2018-19, says the latest Periodic Labour Force Survey (PLFS), released by the Ministry of Statistics and Programme Implementation.

WHAT DOES THE SURVEY SAY?

India’s unemployment rate improved from the 45-year high of 6.1% in 2017-18 to 5.8% in 2018-19.

The labour force participation rate also improved marginally, from 9% in 2017-18 to 37.5% in 2018-19.

Women’s unemployment fell from7% to 5.2%, while male unemployment only fell from 6.2% to 6%.

Urban unemployment was still at a high of 7% in 2018-19, a marginal drop from 7.8% in 2017-18, while rural unemployment fell from 5.3% to 5%.

all-India

Rates Rural Urban Rural + Urban

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PLFS (2018-19)

LFPR55.119.737.756.716.136.955.618.637.5

WPR52.119.035.852.714.534.152.317.635.3

UR5.63.55.07.19.97.76.05.25.8

PLFS (2017-18)

LFPR54.918.237.057.015.936.855.517.536.9

WPR51.717.535.053.014.233.952.116.534.7

UR5.83.85.37.110.87.86.25.76.1

ANALYSIS OF THE TABLE IN 2018-19

LFPR

Rural population has high labour force participation rate than urban population. Among females too rural female is greater than urban. Among male participation rate is more for urban than rural

WPR

Rural population has highest percentage when compared to urban population. Among female rural has more percentage than urban while for males the scenario is opposite.

Unemployment rate is more among urban population when compared to rural. Urban male is more unemployed than rural male same is the case when compared between urban and rural female.

WHAT IS PERIODIC LABOUR FORCE SURVEY?

Considering the importance of availability of labour force data at more frequent time intervals, National Statistical Office (NSO) launched Periodic Labour Force Survey (PLFS) on April 2017

The National Sample Survey Office (NSSO) under the Ministry of Statistics and Programme Implementation conducts the survey.

Quarterly survey (For urban areas only) – Captures only the current weekly status (CWS) data.

Annual survey (For both rural and urban areas) – Measures both the usual status and CWS.

KEY INDICATORS OF PFLS

The Periodic Labour Force Survey (PLFS) gives estimates of Key employment and unemployment Indicators like the Labour Force Participation Rates (LFPR), Worker Population Ratio (WPR), Unemployment Rate (UR), etc. These indicators are defined as follows:

Labour Force Participation Rate (LFPR): LFPR is defined as the percentage of persons in labour force (i.e. working or seeking or available for work) in the population.

Worker Population Ratio (WPR): WPR is defined as the percentage of employed persons in the population.

Unemployment Rate (UR): UR is defined as the percentage of persons unemployed among the persons in the labour force.

Activity Status- Usual Status: The activity status of a person is determined on the basis of the activities pursued by the person during the specified reference period. When the activity status is determined on the basis of the reference period of last 365 days preceding the date of survey, it is known as the usual activity status of the person.

Activity Status- Current Weekly Status (CWS): The activity status determined on the basis of a reference period of last 7 days preceding the date of survey is known as the current weekly status (CWS) of the person.

Principal activity status– The activity status on which a person spent relatively long time (major time criterion) during 365 days preceding the date of survey, was considered the usual principal activity status of the person.

Subsidiary economic activity status– The activity status in which a person in addition to his/ her usual principal status, performs some economic activity for 30 days or more for the reference period of 365 days preceding the date of survey, was considered the subsidiary economic status of the person.

#SaalBhar60CONTEXT

A 12-year-old climate activist’s campaign seeking healthy air after the lockdown will use the World Environment Day platform on Friday to amplify its demand that the government ensure that particulate matter (PM) 2.5 levels in cities remain at 60 micrograms per cubic metre.

BACKGROUND

According to data by Urban Emissions (India), an independent research group on air pollution, Mumbai witnessed a major dip in PM 2.5, nitrogen dioxide as well as PM 10 levels during the lockdown period. Mumbai recorded its AQI(AIR QUALITY INDEX) as 28, which is the cleanest air the city saw so far this year.

Mumbai is listed as one of the 122 non-attainment cities (that do not meet the National Ambient Air Quality Standards) under the CPCB’s National Clean Air Programme and has been asked to reduce air pollution by 20-30%.

WHY AT LEVEL 60?

PM 2.5 levels at 60 micrograms per cubic metre is the safe limit for 24 hours as prescribed by the Central Pollution Control Board (CPCB).

ABOUT NATIONAL CLEAN AIR PROGRAMME

Objective – The overall objective of the programme includes comprehensive mitigation actions for prevention, control and abatement of air pollution.

It also aims to augment the air quality monitoring network across the country and strengthen the awareness and capacity building activities.

Also, city-specific action plans are being formulated for 102 non-attainment cities that are considered to have air quality worse than the National Ambient Air Quality Standards.

The Smart Cities programme will be used to launch the NCAP in the 43 smart cities falling in the list of the 102 non-attainment cities.

Target – It proposes a tentative national target of 20%-30% reduction in PM2.5 and PM10 concentrations by 2024, with 2017 as the base year for comparison.

However, the government has stressed that NCAP is a scheme, not a legally binding document with any specified penal action against erring cities.

Implementation – NCAP talks of a collaborative, multi-scale and cross-sectoral coordination between central ministries, state governments and local bodies.

The CPCB will execute the nation-wide programme for the prevention, control, and abatement of air pollution within the framework of the NCAP.

NCAP will be “institutionalised” by respective ministries and will be organised through inter-sectoral groups that will also include the Ministry of Finance, Ministry of Health, NITI Aayog, and experts from various fields.

ANTI-DEFECTION LAW AND TENTH SCHEDULECONTEXT

The Kohima Bench of the Gauhati High Court has directed Nagaland Assembly Speaker to conclude the disqualification proceedings against seven lawmakers of the Opposition Naga People’s Front (NPF) and pass appropriate orders within six weeks.

BACKGROUND

On April 24, 2019, the NPF filed disqualification petitions against its seven suspended MLAs for “wilfully” defying its collective decision to support the Congress candidate in the 2019 Lok Sabha polls.

NPF claimed the seven MLAs had willfully given up their party membership, thereby attracting provisions under the 10th Schedule (anti-defection law) of the Constitution.

These MLAs, however, said as the NPF’s decision to support the Congress candidate was “against the principle of regionalism”, they said they had backed the other candidate. The NPF had not contested the polls.

ABOUT ANTI-DEFECTION LAW

The Tenth Schedule was inserted in the Constitution in 1985 by the 52nd Amendment Act.

It lays down the process by which legislators may be disqualified on grounds of defection by the Presiding Officer of a legislature based on a petition by any other member of the House.

The decision on question as to disqualification on ground of defection is referred to the Chairman or the Speaker of such House, and his decision is final.

The law applies to both Parliament and state assemblies.

Disqualification:

If a member of a house belonging to a political party:

Voluntarily gives up the membership of his political party, or

Votes, or does not vote in the legislature, contrary to the directions of his political party. However, if the member has taken prior permission, or is condoned by the party within 15 days from such voting or abstention, the member shall not be disqualified.

If an independent candidate joins a political party after the election.

If a nominated member joins a party six months after he becomes a member of the legislature.

Exceptions under the law:

Legislators may change their party without the risk of disqualification in certain circumstances.

The law allows a party to merge with or into another party provided that at least two-thirds of its legislators are in favour of the merger.

In such a scenario, neither the members who decide to merge, nor the ones who stay with the original party will face disqualification.

Decision of the Presiding Officer is subject to judicial review:

The law initially stated that the decision of the Presiding Officer is not subject to judicial review. This condition was struck down by the Supreme Court in 1992, thereby allowing appeals against the Presiding Officer’s decision in the High Court and Supreme Court. However, it held that there may not be any judicial intervention until the Presiding Officer gives his order.

SECTION 2(H) OF THE RTI ACT, 2005CONTEXT

A public interest litigation (PIL) petition has been moved before the Delhi High Court seeking greater transparency in the PM CARES FUND by bringing it under the ambit of the Right to Information (RTI) Act.

BACKGROUND

The petition by Surender Singh Hooda cited recent newspapers reports of the PM CARES Fund refusing to divulge information sought by one Harsha Kundakarni under the RTI Act by claiming that the fund is not a ‘public authority’ within the ambit of Section 2(h) of the RTI Act, 2005.

ABOUT SECTION 2(H)

The expression ‘public authority’ has been given an exhaustive definition under section 2(h) of the Act.

“Public authority” means any authority or body or institution of self-government established or constituted—

by or under the Constitution;

by any other law made by Parliament/State Legislature.

by notification issued or order made by the appropriate Government, and includes any—

body owned, controlled or substantially financed;

non-Government organisation substantially financed, directly or indirectly by funds provided by the appropriate Government.

IMPORTANT FEATURES OF THE ACT AND RECENT PROPOSED CHANGES

Section 1(2): It extends to the whole of India except the State of Jammu and Kashmir.

Section- 2 (f): “Information” means any material in any form, including Records, Documents, Memos, e-mails, Opinions, Advices, Press releases, Circulars, Orders, Logbooks, Contracts, Reports, Papers, Samples, Models, Data material held in any electronic form and information relating to any private body which can be accessed by a Public Authority under any other law for the time being in force.

Section- 2(j): “Right to Information” means the right to information accessible under this Act which is held by or under the control of any public authority and includes the right to:

Section 4 of the RTI Act requires suo motu disclosure of information by each public authority.

Section 8 (1) mentions exemptions against furnishing information under RTI Act.

Section 8 (2) provides for disclosure of information exempted under Official Secrets Act, 1923 if larger public interest is served.

The Act also provides for appointment of Information Commissioners at Central and State level. Public authorities have designated some of its officers as Public Information Officer. They are responsible to give information to a person who seeks information under the RTI Act.

Time period: In normal course, information to an applicant is to be supplied within 30 days from the receipt of application by the public authority.

The proposed RTI Amendment Act 2018 is aimed at giving the Centre the power to fix the tenures and salaries of state and central information commissioners, which are statutorily protected under the RTI Act. The move will dilute the autonomy and independence of CIC.

The Act proposes to replace the fixed 5 year tenure to as much prescribed by government.

Inspection of work, documents, records;

Taking notes, extracts or certified copies of documents or records;

Taking certified samples of material;

Obtaining information in the form of diskettes, floppies, tapes, video cassettes or in any other electronic mode or through printouts where such information is stored in a computer or in any other device.

If information sought concerns the life or liberty of a person, it shall be supplied within 48 hours.

In case the application is sent through the Assistant Public Information Officer or it is sent to a wrong public authority, five days shall be added to the period of thirty days or 48 hours, as the case may be.

#ias #UPSC #CurrentAffairs

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riilsports · 8 years ago

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Hawks, Rams, Skippers, Novans and Clippers capture Boys Divisional track titles

January 28, 2017

BY R.I. TRACK & FIELD FOUNDATION

La Salle copped Metro Division honors on Saturday at the PCTA track, while Hendricken overwhelmingly took the Suburban bracket. The Northern Division team prize went to Cumberland and Woonsocket in a 95-95 tie. North Kingstown captured the Southern Division title.

METROPOLITAN DIVISION

Team scores

1, La Salle 119; 2, Centra1, 109; 3, Classical 96; 4, Barrington 47; 5, Moses Brown 32; 6, (tie) Mt. Pleasant and Hope 12; 8, E. Providence 5.

Individual results

WT (25-lb./11.36-kilo) - 1, Kevin Fofana, Class. 62-2.25 (18.95 meters); 2, Jacob Furland, Class. 59-3 (18.05); 3, Jack Dunn, Barr. 58-7.25; (17.86); 4, Jon Buchanan, Class. 55-0.75 (16.96); 5, Cam Croce, La Salle 53-9 (16.38); 6, Mike Luna, Cent. 53-3.50 (16.24).

SP - 1, Buchanan 47-3 (14.40); 2, Cal Settipane, MB 41-6.50 (12.66); 3, Fofana 40-11.50 (12.48); 4, Ryan Menard, LS 40-3.50 (12.28); 5, Zach Petrecca, LS 40-1 (12.21); 6, Jose Clase, Class. 36-2 (11.02).

HJ - 1, 1, Augustus Karweh, Cent. 6-0 (1.82); 2 Adedamonia Abujade, Class. 5-8 (1.72); 3, Nick Cohen, MB 5-8; 4, (tie) Sebestian Medeiros, Barr. and Chase Griffin, MB 5-2 (1.57); 6, Jamari Johnson, Class. 5-2.

LJ - 1, Luis Deleon, MB 20-5.50 (6.23); 2 Aaton TuTu, Class. 20-5.25 (6.22); 3, Jancy Mwelwa, Cent. 20-1.50 (6.13); 4, Jack Dejordy, LS 19-10 (6.04); 5, Maxon Quas, PCD 19-9 (6.01); 6, Ethan Ennis, LS 19-2 (5.84).

3000 - 1, Max Dimuccio, LS 9:11.89; 2, Dom Campagna, LS 9:20.55; 3, Elijah Akindolie, Hope 9:22.33; 4, Eliot Laidlaw, Barr. 9:22.35; 5, Tyler Chambers, LS 9:40.97; 6, Anthony Pitts, Barr. 9:54.64.

1500 - 1, Joe dosReis, LS 4:15.39; 2, Hayden Ivatts, Barr. 4:17.97; 3, Jack Hilton, LS 4:22.71; 4, John O’Rourke, Class. 4:24.26; 5, Jack Wilbur, LS 4:24.78; 6, Eli Mitnick, Barr. 4:25.63.

1000 - 1, Dimuccio 2:43.42; 2, Connor O’Mara, LS 2:43.45; 3, Akindoli 2:44.04; 4, Conor Murphy, Class. 2:44.29; 5, Laidlaw 2:45.85; 6, Ben Carlisle, LS 2:46.06.

600 - 1, Donatein Djero, Cent. 1:24.63; 2, dosReis 1:27.16; 3, Charles Kolie, Cent.1:30.24; 4, Jose Mercedes, Cent. 1:30.48; 5, Albert Weeden, Cent. 1:32.54; 6, George Wicker, Barr.1:32.71.

300 - 1, AustinWolo, Cent. 35.75; 2, Dametrius O’Connor, Cent. 36.01; 3, Joabel Celestin, MP 37.68; 4, Deleon 38.17; 5, Sam Read, Barr. 38.52; 6, Tyler Lamonte, LS 38.81.

55m - 1, Djero 6.54; 2, Wolo 6.67; 3, Brandon Brown, LS 6.82; 4, Jones Mallay, Cent. 6.86; 5, Celestin 6.88; 6, Read 6.89.

55mH - 1, Abujade 8.37; 2, Josh Meranda, Barr. 8.59; 3, Pete Teel, LS8.64; 4, Jason Ramos, Cent. 8.68; 5, Almanzar 8.74; 6, Sam Adefiyija, LS 8.98.

4x200 - 1, Central (NNR) 1:31.84; 2, La Salle 1:34.25; 3, Classical 1:40.30; 4, Mt. Pleasant 1:40.92; 5, Barrington 1:44.04; 6, E. Providence, 1:50.97.

4x400 - 1, Central (NNR) 3:37.01; 2, La Salle 3:43.49; 3, Classical 3:49.56; 4, Barrington 3:49.77; 5, E. Providence 4:19.62.

4x800 - 1, La Salle (NNR) 8:25.83; 2, Classical 8:32.49; 3, Central 8:33.72; 4, Barrington 8:37.28; 5, E. Providence 10:51.16.

SUBURBAN DIVISION

Team scores

1, Hendricken 205; 2, W. Warwick 89; 3, Toll Gate 40; 4, E. Greenwich 30; 5, Cr. West 21; 6, Pilgrim 18; 7, Smithfield 10; 8, N. Smithfield 9; 9, J. Sanchez 7; 10, Cr. East 5.

Individual results

WT - 1, Ivan Goretoy, WW 64-1.50 (19.54 meters); 2, Abe Salako, BH 58-10 (17.93); 3, Ryan Morel, BH 58-0 (17.67); 4, Rondie Almeida, BH 53-1.50 (16.19); 5, Alex Cabral, WW 52-8.50 (16.06); 6, Frank Ricci, BH 50-9.50 (15.48).

SP - 1, Kwity Paye, BH 49-7.75 (15.13); 2, Goretoy 49-4.50 (15.04); 3, Xavier Truss, BH 45-8 (13.91); 4, Tyler Vierra, Pil. 41-7.75 (12.69); 5, Pat Carley, BH 41-6.25 (12.65); 6, Alex Feola, BH 40-6.25 (12.35).

HJ - 1, Mike Bittner, BH 6-0 (1.82); 2, Quindel Wilson, WW 6-0; 3, Duwuan Edwards, BH 5-8 (1.72); 4, (tie) Rory Dobbins, TG and Henry Leclaire, BH 5-6 (1.67); 6, Pat O’Connell, WW 5-4 (1.62).

LJ - 1, Cody Stetson, WW 20-5.50 (6.23); 2, Joseph Santos, BH 20-4 (6.19); 3, Collin Quinn, WW 19-4.50 (5.90); 4, Josh Pereira, CW 19-4.25 (5.89); 5, Evan Rinaldi, BH 19-2.50 (5.85); 6, Wilson 18-11.75 (5.78).

3000 - 1, Jack McMahon, BH 9:25.04; 2, Dan Ruggiero, BH 9:25.13; 3, Max Waite, BH 9:36.63; 4, Andre Solomon, NP 9:47.56; 5, Evan DeBlasio, Smith. 10:00.98;

1500 - 1, Nathan Coogan, NP 4:05.82; 2, Jordan Dagrin, BH 4:09.00; 3, Nick Cehelsky, TG 4:09.05; 4, John Pagliaro, Smith. 4:11.29; 5, Jackson Cronin, EG 4:12.93; 6, Jeff Venter, BH 4:17.66.

1000 - 1, Nick Reygadas, TG 2:38.48; 2, Dagrin 2:38.89; 3, Dylan Manning, BH 2:41.13; 4, Quentin Viera, EG 2:41.54; 5, Venter 2:49.14; 6, Sean Meehan, BH 2:51.49.

600 - 1, Harry Antone, BH 1:23.67 (MR); 2, Cebestian Gentil, EG 1:24.87; 3, Bob Merlino, BH 1:25.76; 4, Kyle Martinez, EG 1:28.00; 5, Mike Croft, CW 1:30.11; 6, Joe D’Antonio, BH 1:30.87.

300 - 1, Luis Colon, WW 36.96; 2, Ethan Famiano, BH 37.49; 3, Evan O’Connor, Pil. 38.52; 4, Evan Drake, WW 38.58; 5, Connor Sheridan EG 38.68; 6, Brandon Arpin, BH 38.72.

55m - 1, Pereira 6.76; 2, Colon 6.83; 3, Xavier Croteau, NS 6.91; 4, Desmond Bernal, BH 6.94; 5, Matt Gage, BH 6.95; 6, Ramos, 7.06.

55mH - 1, Famiano 7.77; 2, Santos 8.02; 3, Drake 8.30; 4, Seun Filaoye, BH 8.58; 5, Mike DeRnnde, NS 9.11; 6, Nathan Moone, WW 9.11.

4x200 - 1, Hendricken (NNR) 1:33.60 (MR); 2, W. Warwick 1:34.37; 3, J. Sanchez 1:40.63; 4, Toll Gate 1:43.12; 5, Pilgrim 1:44.36; 6, N. Smithfield 1:48.19.

4x400 - 1, Hendricken (NNR) 3:34.60; 2, E. Greenwich 3:43.88; 3, Toll Gate 3:45.72; 4, Cr. West 3:47.25; 5, Pilgrim 3:55.97; 6, J. Sanchez 3:57.30.

4x800 - 1, Hendricen (NNR) 8:47.22; 2, Toll Gate 8:54.65; 3, W. Warwick 8:58.36; 4, Pilgrim 9:05.46; 5, Cr. East 9:25.62; 6, Cr. West 9:30.77.

NORTHERN DIVISION

Team scores

1, (tie) Cumberland and Woonsocket 95; 3, St. Raphael 73; 4, Central Falls 56; 5, Lincoln 4; 6, Ponaganset 22; 7, (tie) Shea and MSC 21; 9, Scituate 10; 10, Tolman 1.

Individual results

WT - 1, Jared Briere, Woons. 71-8.50 (MR. 21.85 meters); 2, Dilyn Cote, Woons. 65-9.50 (20.05); 3, Jacob Greenless, Woons. 63-3 (19.27); 4, Garrett Doyle, Linc. 59-11.50 (18.27); 5, Evan Grivers, Linc. 58-10.50 (17.94); 6, Derin Paskanik, Woons. 55-10.50 (17.03).

SP - 1, Grivers 47-3 (14.40); 2, Doyle 46-4 (14.12); 3, Nick Caulfield, Cumb. 44-8 (13.61); 4, Mark Coppolino, Cumb. 42-4 (12.90); 5, Kyle Moison, Linc. 41-11 (12.77); 6, Greenless 40-3.50 (12.28).

HJ - 1, Jon Upshur, Woons. 6-2 (1.87); 2, Nick Iarussi, Woons.5-10 (1.77); 3, Chris Choquette, Cumb. 5-8 (1.72); 4, Pat Bullen, SRA 5-8; 5, Manee Castillo, SRA 5-6 (1.67); 6, Bryan Torres, SRA 5-2 (1.57).

LJ - 1, Josh Correia, Woons. 21-2.50 (MR. 6.46); 2, Upshur 20-9.50 (6.33); 3, Chris Ciullo, MSC 20-5.75 (6.24); 4, Castillo 20-5 (6.22); 5, Ben Mancini, Pon. 19-3.50 (5.88); 6 Bullen 19-1.50 (5.82).

3000 - 1, Ben Drezek, Cumb. 9:21.87; 2, Jeff Pichie, Burr. 9:25.85; 3, Dan Collard, cumb. 9:44.88; 4, Cole Cayer, Cumb. 9:45.02; 5, Reilly Johnston, SRA 9:58.55; 6, Keith Sisson Cumb. 10:42.34.

1500 - 1, Drezek 4:14.16; 2, Matt Vinacco, Scit. 4:16.72; 3, Aidan Enright, Linc. 4:20.18; 4, Nasavell Medeiros, SRA 4:38.26; 5, Cayer 4:42.27; 6, Ben McDonald, SRA 4:47.83.

1000 - 1, Drezek 2:42.01 2, Enright 2:45.35; 3, Medeiros 2:57.51; 4, Nate Rogers, Cumb. 2:59.18; 5, Johnston 3:01.14; 6, Eric Bedoya, Woons. 3:01.17.

600 - 1, Adilson Gomes, CF 1:26.68; 2, Helton Delgado, Shea 1:29.77; 3, Ben Bradley, SRA 1:33.96; 5, Bryce Gillis, SRA 1:34.57; 6, Jake Lawrence, MSC 1:35.36; 6, Jacob Drezek, Cumb. 1:35.50.

300 - 1, Leo DaViega, CF 37.29; 2, Hezekiah Adeyeye, Woons. 37.54; 3, Ciullo 38.02; 4, Dexter Ifill, CF 38.39; 5, Josh Correia, Woons. 38.65;6, Brian Tavares, Shea 38.70.

55m - 1, Da Viega 6.62; 2, Alvin Johnson, SRA 6.80; 3, Choquette 6.90; 4, Brian Torres, SRA 6.93; 5, Jaylen Smith, Shea 6.98; 6, Rich Dunbar, Shea 7.00.

55mH - 1, Dan Sollecito, Pon. 8.44; 2, Noah Key, Cumb. 8.46; 3, Bullen 8.60; 4, Gomes 8.66; 5, Dylan Allhusen, Scit. 9.05; 6, Torres 9.11.

4x200 - 1, Central Falls (NNR) 1:32.62 (MR); 2, St. Raphael 1:35.97; 3, Woonsocket 1:37.55; 4, Shea 1:37.92; 5, Cumberland 1:38.66; 6, MSC 1:39.17.

4x400 - 1, Woonsocket (Adeyeye Hezekiah, Nick Iarussi, Jon Upshur, Emmanuel Gomes) 3:40.77; 2, Central Falls 3:41.57; 3, Mt. St. Charles 3:46.16; 4, Shea 3:48.42; 5, Cumberland 3:53.24; 6, St. Raphael 4:05.65.

4x800 - 1, Ponganset (NNR) 8:47.23; 2, Cumberland 8:33.02; 3, St. Raphael 9:38.72; 4, Central Falls 9:41.51; 5, Woonsocket 9:56.74; 6, Shea 10:18.74.

SOUTHERN DIVISION

Team scores

1, N. Kingstown 128; 2, Chariho 87; 3, Westerly 50; 4, S. Kingstown 47; 5, Rogers 31; 6, Coventry 29; 7, Narragansett 26; 8, Prout 19; 9, Portsmouth 16; 10, Mt. Hope 1.

Individual results

WT - 1, Jason Hoskins, Cov. 56-3 (17.14 meters); 2, Brian Neal, Rog. 55-6.25 (16.92); 3, Tyler Pelletier, Cov. 54-1.25 (16.49); 4, Kegan Schroeter, Narr, 50-2 (15.29); 5, Tyler Strain, Rog. 49-3 (15.01); 6, Trevor Lonergan, NK 47-7.50 (14.51).

SP - 1, Derek Jacobs, West. 47-4.50 (14.43); 2, Colton Kenney, Rog. 41-1.75 (12.54); 3, Neal 41-0 (12.49); 4, Schroeter 39-11.50 (12.17); 5, Ghad Jones, Rog. 39-10.75 (12.16); 6, Luke Machado, Rog. 39-0.50 (11.89).

HJ - 1, Anthony Shepard, SK 5-8 (1.72); 2, Ian Wyllie, NK 5-8; 3, O’Rail Moses, Narr. 5-6 (1.67); 4, Peyton Robinson, Ports. 5-6; 5, Nate Hubertus, Char. 5-6; 6, Ty Medeiros, Rog. 5-6.

LJ - 1, Shepard 22-2.75 (6.77); 2, Moses 20-6.25 (6.25); 3, Paul Fitzgerald, Cov. 19-7.50 (5.98); 4, Andrew Whitney, NK 19-5.75 (5.93); 5, Evan Einloth, NK 19-3.50 (5.88); 6, Josh Johnen, NK 19-3 (5.86).

3000 - 1, Matt Walker, West. 9:03.50; 2, Kyle Keefe, Char. 9:25.36; 3, Garrett Miller, Char. 9:31.14; 4, Evan ONeill, Char. 9:32.53; 5, Derek Sullivan, NK 9:38.24; 6, Nick Januario, MH 9:47.28.

1500 - 1, Sam Toolin, NK 4:15.09; 2, Tim Champlin, Char. 4:17.01; 3, Ben Chace, Ports. 4:26.06; 4, Peter Andres, NK 4:31.27; 5, Matt Dickerman, Char.4:35.35; 6, Jon Turano, Wet. 4:36.20.

1000 - 1, Wyllie 2:39.55; 2, Walker 2:40.02; 3, Keefe 2:44.49; 4, Cam Doherty, Prout 2:48.84; 5, Champlin 2:52.83; 6, Justin Gutkowski, NK 2:52.87.

600 - 1, Liam Skelly, NK 1:26.07; 2, Jack Perreault, NK 1:26.73; 3, Jonny Eckel, Prout 1:27.18; 4, Ed Golas, Char. 1:27.99; 5, Ethan Shea, Ports. L1:28.42; 6, John Agli, Cov. 1:29.08.

300 - 1, Bill Foley, Char. 37.58; 2, Einloth 37.94; 3, Zach Menard, West. 37.99; 4, Dante Echeandia, NK 38.16; 5, Alex Wingate, Narr. 38.26; 6, Tony Maine, SK 38.37.

55m - 1, Whitney 6.81; 2, Foley 6.89; 3, Dylan Maldonado, NK 6.90; 4, Jeff Kantor, NK 6.92; 5, Jake Gelineau, SK 6.97; 6, Echeandia 6.98.

55mH - 1, Eric Fay, SK 7.99; 2, Ben Schapira, NK 8.15; 3, Cam Allen, NK 8.27; 4, Mitch Morin, Char. 8.29; 5, Fitzgerald 8.30; 6, Jack Harrison, Char. 8.67.

4x200 - 1, N. Kingstown (NNR) 1:34.83; 2, Chariho 1:36.01; 3, S. Kingstown 1:38.49; 4, Westerly 1:38.90; 5, Rogers 1:41.98; 6, Prout 1:43.46.

4x400 - 1, Westerly (Ryan Holloway, Zach Menard, Kyle Stewart, Rope Swanson) 3:40.19; 2, Chariho 3:40.24; 3, S. Kingstown 3:48.37; 4, Portsmouth 3:54.73; 5, Narragansett 3:55.84; 6, Rogers 3:56.36.

4x800 - 1, N. Kingstown (NNR) 8:41.51; 2, Prout 8:45.24; 3, Chariho 8:45.74; 4, Coventry 8:50.31; 5, S. Kingstown 8:53.72; 6, Westerly 9:00.45.

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