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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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Regrets

Alpha!Ushijima x Beta!Reader

Author’s Note : This took longer to get done than I expected I’m so sorry ; do be warned, this is angst. It ends angsty. Do not read if you cannot handle angst (like me) ; in most of my Omegaverse stories, the bonding mark is considered to be permanent once it has been placed and there is a lingering scent of the Alpha that placed it, which never goes away ; I listened to My R and thus, the ending was born ; yes I like teeth how did you know

Warnings: rut cycle, reader’s at Shiratorizawa, best friends to lovers (kind of), teeth, biting/marking, cunnilingus, somnophilia (kinda), breeding, pregnancy, unrequited love, angst, ruined friendship, suicide (via roof), mentions of loneliness, alcohol

When you woke up to your phone buzzing beside you, you didn’t expect Ushijima to be calling you with such a desperate tone in his voice.

“I need your help,” his voice crackled over the phone. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you glance at the clock on your phone. You did have a break from school around this time, but you thought you could sleep in.

“Um, sure, what do you need, Wakatoshi?”

“I’m,” his hesitation scares you. “I’m experiencing my first rut,”

The ride to his house was filled with anxiety. An Alpha going through a rut meant he needed to be taken care of. Some Alphas were fine just having them without help, but Ushijima’s mother had him on strong suppressants from a young age. Ushijima probably didn’t even know what a rut was until he began to experience symptoms, and that worries you. Alphas go through their first ruts at a younger age, able to learn about their body and understand it. A grown Alpha, however? They would need someone to relieve the stress and tension from their first rut, which is where you come in.

Apparently, his coach had told him to go home and take a break to wait out his rut, but Ushijima has never had one. So, the coach advised him to call his girlfriend to help him, or even a friend, which is why he contacted you first. His other friends were male Alphas and Betas, all of whom would probably be horrified if he called them. When he woke up, his rut had begun and he could barely think straight, able to only focus on the overwhelming desire to breed an Omega. Although not an Omega, you were able to simulate the same scenario, being a female Beta and all.

“The fuck is this?” your murmur is lost to the wind, footsteps stopping in front of Ushijima’s house. It was large, fancy, and you could probably get lost in it. The fact that Ushijima lives alone on the property stuns you. Despite your hesitation, your desire to help your friend has you going up to the door and ringing the doorbell. Ushijima doesn’t answer, so you decide to knock. Without another answer, you decide to call him. When the phone rings thrice, you begin to panic. Twisting the doorknob, you find it’s unlocked for your convenience. Gently pushing into the house, you glance around and try to locate the large male. Since you’re not an Omega or Alpha, you can’t smell his rut, but you can hear the pained groans from upstairs.

The floorboards creak under your weight, you slowly and carefully going up the stairs. You know an Alpha in a rut can go absolutely feral, but you don’t know if Ushijima will attack you. The noises get louder as you creep to what you think is Ushijima’s bedroom, the door cracked open a sliver to reveal part of what is inside. Indeed, there is Ushijima, his large back rippling with muscles as he hunches over something. A growl comes from him, head snapping to the door where you’re standing. You find your feet frozen as his olive eyes set on yours. A beat passes with no noises, only the wind from outside brushing against the windows and the walls.

In a flash, the door is banging against the wall as it’s ripped open and your back is shoved to the floor, Ushijima’s naked body looming over you. His face is against your neck and your pulse is rapid, adrenaline high from the sudden movement. Hesitant hands go to his sides, a calming movement of you patting his skin to let him know you’re here. Despite the intense stare, the force of getting to you, he doesn’t move anymore. Inhaling and exhaling against your skin, you’re suddenly at a loss of what to do. His tongue flicks out and runs along your neck, going up to your ear before he gently bites on the lobe. A simple action that has you yelping, back slightly arching. His growl from your slight movement has you whining, feeling his hard cock against your leg.

Due to the circumstances, your attire consisted of a skirt for easy access, which you’re grateful for when your legs are pushed up and spread. Strong hands keep you pinned, the position suddenly new and giving you a feeling of lightheadedness as Ushijima puts hi face closer to your clothed cunt. Hot breath fans over the slightly damp material, his movements and noises sending you into a state of arousal.

There’s no words spoken, his body giving into his instincts as he uses his teeth to remove the cotton material and access the glistening mine underneath. His tongue flicks out once more, thick and flattened against your slick skin as he collects the droplets of nectar that dribble out. With eyes lidded, they occasionally glance to see your head twisting and turning, moans and heavy pants leaving your mouth as his tongue laps at your folds and everything it can reach. The feeling of his lips closing around your clit has an automatic response of clenching your legs, but his hands keep you in one position as he sucks and licks on the sensitive bud.

The feeling is intense, the sudden hurling over the edge as your muscles tense, head lifting from the floor as your eyes roll and Ushijima groans right into your cunt. The slurping noise that accompanies his grunts and groans is obscene, something you wouldn’t think him to be capable of. Yet, when his head moves from between your legs, the shimmer of your excess juices is being swiped up with his thumb, pink tongue darting out to drink it all. Eyes find yours once more and the same feeling overwhelms you, the feeling of your blood turning to ice and a feeling prickling at your skin. Unmoving, Ushijima decides to take it upon himself to spread your legs once more, his hard cock pressing against your thighs.

He doesn’t move.

Your confusion is evident in your face, you think, as Ushijima clears his throat, words straining as he gets them out. “Am I..” He takes a deep breath, restarting. “Am I allowed?”

“I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t, Toshi,” your kind smile and eyes full of love has him pushing into you, your eyes soon screwed shut as your back arches. Even if you could have prepared for this moment, nothing would have compared to the feeling of his cock slipping into your walls. Squelching noises come from where he’s entered you, hips rolling as he rocks himself deeper into your heat. The feeling of being split in two finds to be true as he continues to push in further, cock twitching as it forces your walls apart to take it all in.

Ushijima forces your legs into the same position from before, a scream coming from you as he somehow reaches your sweetest spot from the change. He moves your legs to go over his shoulders, planting his fists beside your head as his arms bend. You’re allowed only a moment to prepare, his hips moving only to slam against your skin that has your breath being ripped from your lungs. Nails grasp at his shoulders, red lines forming on the tanned and sweaty skin as you hold on, body jostling with each thrust. As he continues to ram his cock into you, you find your mind filling with pleasure as your second orgasm rises. The release comes quicker than anticipated, cunt clenching and sucking him in. Ushijima growls, loud and feral, in your ear as you do, that has your walls creaming around him once more. The creamy fluid drips down your ass and to the base of his cock, the squelching and squishing noises becoming louder and more obscene as his pace picks up.

Your muscles tighten once more, cunt squeezing tightly as Ushijima forces his knot inside of you. The feeling of his cock pushing past your walls could not compare to the force of which his knot slipped into you, plugging your cunt up as his cum fills you. With his seed gushing into you, the hot sensation of it painting your walls that has you sucking him in deeper, milking him for all his worth. But he’s not satisfied, rutting his hips against yours as he grunts and growls, keeping you close to his chest with his head in the crook of your neck. His lips press against your feverish skin, hot and sweaty from the activity. Your mind is hazy and your vision is blurry, feeling overly sensitive from the short hair brushing against your clit. Another orgasm comes from his continuous rubbing, walls constricting around him as your visions dots to black.

The last thing you feel is a sharp pain in your neck.

The week continues to go by, similar sessions which concludes of Ushijima forcing you to have your legs pinned to your chest or over his shoulders. Each time his seed spills into your cunt, you question if he’s gotten you pregnant. Every time you wake up, you’re on a different surface than what you passed out on with Ushijima looming over you. Once your eyes meet his, he’s either diving his head between your legs or he’s pushing his thick cock into your swollen pussy. It isn’t until the last day do the remnants of your friend come shining through, his libido much less than it had been at the beginning of the week. Together, with momentary breaks for him to fuck you, you both clean up around the house from his first rut. Jokingly, you take pictures to remember your adventure of being split open on his dick.

When the rut is over, you feel well rested as you prepare breakfast for Ushijima. He’s back to sleeping in his own bed, alone, so you slept downstairs on the couch. The floor creaks under the weight of the man himself, seemingly also well rested after his feral and instinct leading week. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. Thank you for your help,” he bows, then sits at the table. You set down a plate of steamed rice and tamagoyaki in front of him. “And thank you for breakfast,”

“Well, I’m your best friend, doesn’t that mean I should be there for you?” You giggle, setting down a plate for yourself. Upon sitting across from him, you feel Ushijima’s gaze on you. “Do you need anything else?”

“I feel like I need to apologize if I put any rifts in your relationship,” his words easily come out, making you cough as you inhale some rice. After drinking water to help it down, you ask him to clarify. “Your mark. You’ve bonded to someone else, have you not?”

“Um, oh, no! This is from you, I think,” you say, unsure of when it happened. The week went by in a blur and most of your time was focused on how good you felt. “Don’t know who else it could be,”

“Then I am sorry for that. Bonding marks are supposed to be between lovers who plan to stay together for life,” he moves to bow once more, but you stop him.

“Please, don’t worry! We could always, um..” you trail off, unsure of how to confess to him. Even though he’s railed you all over his house, that was because of a necessity. This was much different.

“I should have told you before, but I called you because I didn’t want to scare away my fiancée,” he says, going back to his food as you feel your heart, your entire world, shatter with that one word. “She is an Omega, the daughter of my mother’s friend. It was arranged for us to marry shortly after graduation, but she has been busy with her family business. I was worried she’d be scared away if I asked her to take care of my rut. I am sorry if,” he pauses, looking at you with regret in his eyes. “I am sorry if I lead you on, by any chance,”

“No, that’s fine! It’s just.. marks are permanent. I won’t be able to be with anyone, because I’ve been claimed,” you can feel the tears as your words come out. Ushijima doesn’t do anything. “Wakatoshi, this is a big deal. With this, maybe your fiancée would understand?”

“I cannot cancel the marriage for a girl I accidentally bonded to. With this new development, maybe it would be better if our friendship ended here,”

“No! We can be friends!” Your lack of hesitation seems to startle him, your outburst startling yourself, even. Clearing your throat, you continue. “My friendship with you is more important,”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” he smiles, then goes back to his breakfast. You smile, sitting back down in your seat, yet your appetite is gone.

Another week goes by, but it feels much longer and slower than the past week each day you feel worse and worse, remembering Ushijima and his words. It isn’t until you have physical symptoms that do you go to the internet to see if a broken heart can do such things. When pregnancy is recommended, you panic and look further into pregnancy and symptoms. Then, you’re running to the store to buy three of them to make sure or to prove you wrong. They determine your fate.

When each test reads positive, you tell Ushijima. Instead of a response, you get nothing. He’s read your message, but it hasn’t been answered. No apology, no responsibility, no yelling, no phone call. It just makes you feel worse, knowing not only did he bond to you, but he laid his claim to your body with his seed. Nobody wants someone who’s been used up, never mind that his scent permanently lingers on you from the bond. When it gets harder to hide your symptoms, you confess to your close friend about what you did. Instead of being on your side, they turn their nose up at you.

“You should have been prepared for this. You willing accepted to help him during his rut. Take responsibility for your own actions, he has better things to do than deal with a child he never wanted,” they say. It doesn’t help your mental state at all, finding all your friends who you expected to take your side turning away.

With the society, abortions are unavailable. An Alpha’s child is as important as an Omega’s child, while Betas are forced to conform to the rules. Every doctor you go to tells you that unless there is a serious health risk, you will carry the child to term. Even with that rule, your family tells you that you should have thought it through. The feeling of being alone in the world breaks your sanity, obsessing over what could have been with the friend you’ve been in love with.

On the roof of your school, you listen to the match playing. The Schweiden Adlers versus the Black Jackals, a common rivalry in the Division 1 league. The stadium isn’t far from where your school is located, easy to find on the roof. The night air of Miyagi fills your lungs, but the stinging in your eyes isn’t from the wind. As Ushijima goes to serve, his team only needing one more point to secure the win, the commenters mention some trivia about the player.

“I believe Ushijima is expecting to be a father in- what was it?” One of them begins, looking to his colleague to continue.

“A father, yes! I believe his mate is currently one month pregnant, conceiving right after their official marriage,” he says.

The roaring of the crowd can be faintly heard through the earbuds, lying on the concrete roof. Your phone continues to play the match, live, as it sits beside your shoes. Yet, you aren’t wearing them. Looking out across the rooftop, you find where the stadium is through blurry eyes, tears streaming down your face. Holding onto the railing, you climb over it and situate yourself on the edge, staying on your tiptoes as you take in a deep breath.

With the wind, the stars, and the moon as your witnesses, you confess to the man who stole your heart. “I love you, Wakatoshi.”

The last thing you feel isn’t the coldness of the air, it isn’t the burning of your throat and eyes, it isn’t even the sting in your lungs from crying so hard.

It’s the feeling of being free as you fall against the night air.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #Mr. Wakatoshi #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #Ushijima.Spice #Ushijima.Angst #tw.suicide mention #tw.suicide #tw.breeding #cw.breeding #tw.pregnancy #cw.pregnancy #BB.🐾

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darkherolovercroissant · 4 years ago

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My Alpha

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, protective alpha, fighting for dominance.

(I’ve always wanted to do one of these kind of stories. Hope you like it.)

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The whole story of your soulmate excited you in many ways when you were a young pup. Your dad was a very possessive Alpha and your mother wasn’t much better. They always stuck up their noses as alphas claimed to be in love with their daughter. They always told them they weren’t good enough due to the fact that no young alpha in the pack could keep their dick in their pants.

They always used the whole rut thing as an excuse, but when you say that ten times a month people tend to question things. You were a young Omega and you tend to get into very bad predicaments and your father comes to the rescue. Your mom sat you down when you were eight and told you about your true mate and the signs to look out for.

The day came where you were sent out into the world (against your dad’s wishes) and you were roaming around downtown Brooklyn when you heard growling. You couldn’t of had an alpha smelling you. You weren’t close to your heat and you were on suppressants to calm you down to avoid horny alphas. You continued until you knew the growling was gone, taking a break and continuing on your trek back home.

The world could go fuck itself, no one was gonna mess with you on a beautiful fall day. And you meant NOBODY. However the eyes that followed your through the crosshairs had a different idea.

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You were invited to a huge party in the area as a huge gathering that apparently was held once a year for omegas and alphas to meet and hopefully claim each other before mating season. You however weren’t much of a party person, but since you were in a new town why not just attend one.

The winter air hit your cheeks as your beanie and scarf hid what was left. Marching down a sidewalk towards a store you once again heard growling followed by a strong scent of pine and blueberries. Turning around you saw the sidewalk was full of people so you turned around and continued towards the stores.

Snowflakes falling down and colliding with the hard ground only to be stepped on by humans two minutes later. The way it looked beautiful outside and you watched it flutter and hit your hands. You smiled at the world’s pure offering to you and continued your trek home after purchasing a simple dress for tonight. Still feeling the tingle in the air as you approach the destination to hear the phone start ringing once you open the door.

“Hello dear!” Mom calls through the phone

“Hi mom” you chuckle as you set your bag on the coffee table.

“So I heard you’ll be attending a party tonight? Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?” Mom says

“How did you know that? I never told anyone.”

“Oh come on. Do you really think Justin was going to let his baby sister move to a new state and not check up on her when the seasons change?”

You roll your eyes as the fact that your brother who became the new alpha of your old pack would risk his life over and over just to check up on you.

“Tell Justin I’m ok mom. I know he’s worried, but I can handle myself.” You chuckle

“Just stay safe. You know we’re heading into mating season next month and I’d hate for you to end up in a predicament again. I don’t want my baby to be hurt.”

“I’m a strong Omega, mother” you sigh playfully

“Sometimes I have trouble not believing your an alpha with that power of yours.” She says before she bids you well and hangs up.

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Parties were wild and not the good kind of wild. The second you got there, all you could see was males and females grinding up against you. Hell you even say two girls and two men marking each other. The place was huge and all you saw was couples who gave themselves to each other and you knew any second the same would happen to you.

All of a sudden that familiar scent invaded your nose and you felt like your inner omega was purring. Blueberries and pine, all you saw were betas, alphas and other omegas dancing.

“How am I gonna track him down?” You mutter

As you walked deeper into the party the scent tended to get stronger. You had to be close after you enter the second ballroom. All you could smell was pine and blueberries and you could feel yourself getting turned on by the scent.

Unfortunately that alerted every alpha with some betas and omegas of your obvious scent. You heard growling all around you as people took you in and all of a sudden alphas started cowering as they split apart. Someone was making their way through the crowd and you could feel your omega purring and planning to jump his bones right there.

He finally made his presence known and you almost jumped him the second you saw him. How on earth was this man a human? He was sculpted by the gods and his long brown locks ended at his shoulders as he stalked forward. His left arm circled around you and he growled at the others who were still eyeing you up.

“Found you” he smirked down at you

You just let your omega take control and nuzzled your head into his chest. The smell was driving you insaine and he only chuckled.

“Let’s get out of here before everyone starts fighting me for you.” He whispered in your ear.

You just nodded and he guided you out the door back to his home. He wanted you to see his place after he prepared it the way he hoped you liked.

His scent was driving you insane and you were so close to the brink of insanity. How can one alpha have so much control over you. You used to put alphas in their place when your dad wasn’t around to save you or even your brother, but this alpha had you thinking very vulgar thoughts to the point Satan himself would be scared.

Once you arrived to his place, you walked in and started roaming around looking at his place. You honestly could see yourself nesting here and he was loving it. The fact that you were leaving rooms impressed and continued on left him purring in thought. All you had to do was except his den and you’d be off to the races. You allowed your scent to mix with his and the peach somehow blended well with his dark and sweet smell.

You felt everything still as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your left shoulder.

“You ok ‘mega?” He purrs

You tilt your neck as he began to scent you. You were in heaven and you didn’t want this to end. The fact that you managed to continue breathing as his nose brushed the area where he’d sink his teeth to Mark you later on was a complete mystery. This alpha had you wrapped around his finger since you first caught his scent.

“You want this, omega?”

Unable to speak, you just nod your head as he continued to purr into your ear.

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Winter came and went and spring dawned on the earth once again. Cold and miserable turned to breezy and damp, but Spring was a very beautiful season as the life came up green. Mating season was upon the population and any day now when all of a sudden people you saw regularly were missing, you clues in that their heat and rut were in full swing. However Ruts weren’t the only thing in full swing...the AUDACITY was also in the air.

Alphas would try and target other omegas and betas trying to scent them or even fight for them. You however were never really aware until Bucky made his presence known, only then would you clue in that another person tried his temper. Bucky had plans to mark you, but wanted to wait until after you knotted you for the first time. Which was gonna be the time he brought you home, but being the gentleman he was, Bucky only cuddled with you.

However the one time you weren’t around, Bucky was involved in a huge fight, Apparently three alphas decided they were going to challenge him. Bucky growled and the three younger alphas backed down for two seconds before lunging at him. The four alphas were quick to start the fighting, but in the end Bucky won. There was no way in hell he was going to loose his omega. He watched as the others took off as Steve, Sam and Nat showed up, all four looking for a fight.

Bucky growled in the dark night and let out a howl as the four headed back to where they came from. When Bucky got home he was hit with the scent he was dreaming of, her whimpers could be heard and he knew she went into heat. He walked into the room and his rut began seeing his omega so vulnerable and needy.

“Alpha?” She whimpers

“It’s ok, babygirl. I’m going to help you through this.” He says as he removes his shirt and pants then climbs into the nest she made with his blankets and pillows.Allowing his scent to overcome her surroundings, Bucky began to let both of your desires come to life.

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #omega!reader #alpha!bucky #alpha oneshot #alpha x omega #alpha x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel

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mediaevalmusereads · 3 years ago

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Bringing Down the Duke. By Evie Dunmore. New York: Berkley, 2019.

Rating: 3/5 stars

Genre: historical romance

Part of a Series? Yes, A League of Extraordinary Women #1

Summary: England, 1879. Annabelle Archer, the brilliant but destitute daughter of a country vicar, has earned herself a place among the first cohort of female students at the renowned University of Oxford. In return for her scholarship, she must support the rising women's suffrage movement. Her charge: recruit men of influence to champion their cause. Her target: Sebastian Devereux, the cold and calculating Duke of Montgomery who steers Britain's politics at the Queen's command. Her challenge: not to give in to the powerful attraction she can't deny for the man who opposes everything she stands for. Sebastian is appalled to find a suffragist squad has infiltrated his ducal home, but the real threat is his impossible feelings for green-eyed beauty Annabelle. He is looking for a wife of equal standing to secure the legacy he has worked so hard to rebuild, not an outspoken commoner who could never be his duchess. But he wouldn't be the greatest strategist of the Kingdom if he couldn't claim this alluring bluestocking without the promise of a ring...or could he? Locked in a battle with rising passion and a will matching her own, Annabelle will learn just what it takes to topple a duke...

***Full review under the cut.***

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, sexism/misogyny, attempted sexual assault

Overview: I learned about this book while searching around for romances in the vein of The Suffragette Scandal. Overall, I found Bringing Down the Duke fairly fun; it features a badass heroine, a hero who doesn’t give off violent alpha male vibes, and a plot that addresses real issues like class and gender equality. I only give this book 3 stars, however, because I think the plot could have been organized better, and I think the romance gets a little frustrating after about the halfway point. Still, if you’re just starting to read romance and aren’t sure about what level of physical intimacy you’re willing to tolerate, this book might be a good starter.

Writing: Dunmore’s prose is fairly laid-back and easy to understand, so if you’re looking for a light read, this book might fit the bill for you.

I do think, however, that Dunmore could have crafted her narrative and used her prose to reinforce the theme of independence vs safety. While this theme comes up a number of times, I always felt it was an afterthought because so many things were happening in the book, and I would have liked to see Dunmore pull back and really make the whole narrative (and use language, metaphor, etc) about this conflict.

Plot: The non-romance plot of this book follows Annabelle - a bluestocking who is given a full scholarship to Oxford on the condition that she support the suffragette movement. She is allowed to go on the condition that she send her cousin 2 pounds per month to pay for a housekeeper (which he will be lacking if Annabelle goes away), and as she tries to balance school, work, and activism, she is tasked with “infiltrating” the Duke of Montgomery’s home in hopes of winning him to the suffragette cause. Of course, shenanigans ensue from there.

What I really enjoyed about this plot was the ambition. I liked reading about the class and gender barriers that Annabelle had to navigate, and I liked that her political ambitions were at odds with the Duke’s personal ones. However, such a wide range of conflicts meant that not all plot threads were explored to the degree I would have liked. It seemed like characters were pulled in a lot of different directions, and that these non-romance plots took a backseat when it was least appropriate. The Duke’s New Year’s Eve party, for example, is supposed to be this big political move for the Duke to show his commitment to the Queen and the Tories, but we never see him put things in place or pull some social strings to line everything up, and we never see the party used as a crisis point in the political plot. Instead, it passes in the space of only a few pages and is mainly used as an opportunity for Annabelle and the Duke to become intimate. I would have instead liked to see it be this moment where the plot as a whole takes a turn: maybe everything is going well until the Duke realizes his feelings for Annabelle as well as the actions of his younger brother throw the whole party (and his political ambitions) into jeopardy. In short, I felt like events could have been moved around to make them more narratively impactful, rather than everything happening at a somewhat leisurely and meandering pace.

On a related note, I didn’t feel like the plot as a whole had many elements of suspense, nor did they really build on each other. As a result, the plot seemed to lack shape; there wasn’t really a rising action, and I was never sure what characters were going to do next (which was frustrating, rather than exciting). I think this could have been improved if we had seen Annabelle take a more active role in trying to manipulate the Duke. As the book stands, Annabelle seems to simply inhabit the Duke’s house and “wins” him over by being defiant. I think I would have liked to see her try more purposeful techniques, like going through his things to try to get information on him, having more political or philosophical conversations, etc. Something to drive the suffragette narrative forward and perhaps set up a moment when Annabelle has to reveal that she’s been trying to spy on him or something.

Characters: Annabelle, our heroine, is a fun character to follow. She’s smart, hardworking, and generous with regards to her friends. I liked that she wasn’t presented as this superwoman who could do everything, but was doing her best to balance all the demands made on her. While I think all of Annabelle’s actions were believable and she was a fairly complex character, I also think Dunmore was trying to do too much with her. Not only is Annabelle trying to balance her studies and her activism while struggling with poverty, but she also has a secret from her past which must be dealt with. Personally, I found it all a little much. I think Annabelle’s past and her financial obligations to her cousin could have been cut, placing more emphasis on the pressures of staying in school or becoming destitute. The conflict for her, then, would be something like the risks that come with being an independent woman, and how her entanglement with the Duke raises new risks.

Sebastian, our hero, in interesting in that he is stoic and single-minded without being a huge jerk. He’s completely obsessed with winning back his family’s estate, and he lets that obsession compromise his political and moral beliefs (though not to the point where he’s openly hostile towards women or anything like that - more like he’s willing to support the Tory party because he has been promised the return of his estate if they win the election). I liked that much of his personal growth had to do with deciding what it was he valued more: his family’s reputation or his personal happiness and being on the right side of history.

Supporting characters were fun and enriched the narrative. Annabelle’s suffragette friends were a lovely support system, and I adored the moments when they rallied to help Annabelle in moments of trouble. Sebastian’s brother, Peregrine, was a nice foil to the Duke and I liked that he was irresponsible and impulsive without being a total rake. Jenkins, Annabelle’s professor, was also an interesting character to have in the mix, especially when he became more involved in creating points of tension towards the end, and I liked that he was bookish and eccentric without being cold and self-important.

Romance: Annabelle and Sebastian’s romance is... ok. There were things about it I liked, and things I found frustrating. I really liked their banter and that they were intellectual matches for each other. I also liked that the barrier to them being together was rooted in class and the conflict between personal desire and family obligation. I also appreciated that the romance seemed to build naturally; while physical attraction was present, it wasn’t like Sebastian saw her and popped a boner and that’s what set everything off. Their relationship developed slower and I found it much more believable than some other romances.

What I didn’t like, however, was that after about the book’s halfway point, the relationship seemed to plateau and it became a matter of Annabelle and Sebastian splitting up, chancing upon each other in public, feelings erupt, then they do something intimate and split up again. I would have much rather have had something like a clean break at the 3/4 mark in the book: the two realize they can’t be together in the way they want, so Annabelle leaves and focuses on her activism/studies. During that time, things happen that challenge Sebastian’s commitment to his family legacy, but he doesn’t go seek Annabelle out. Maybe Annabelle instead gets an offer that would make her more financially stable (or more secure in her place at Oxford), so then she can go back to Sebastian, etc etc (I’m thinking about how the class barrier is handled in Jane Eyre here, if you can’t tell). It would have gotten rid of the annoying miscommunication incident towards the end, and instead would have forced some more meaningful development and not a “will they or won’t they” string of events.

TL;DR: Bringing Down the Duke is a bit of a narrative mess, but nevertheless fun and entertaining. With likeable characters, a believable romance, and meaningful themes, I would recommend this book for those just starting out in romance or to those who want romances written with contemporary readers (and sensibilities) in mind.

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shutupandshipit · 4 years ago

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.10

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 10/20

Previously <- Chapter 9: Refills

Chapter 11: Solo -> Next

Chapter 10: Alpha Wanted

Katsuki skidded to a stop, chest heaving as he leaned against the wall. Ever since he’d broken off his partnership with Izuku, he’d been pushing himself to the very edge of his abilities and sometimes further. When no one was around, when he was completely alone on the ice, he would sometimes go until he was forcing himself not to puke as his body heaved. Sometimes he did puke, and he would spend thirty minutes cleaning up the mess before trudging home.

He knew he wasn’t taking the end of their partnership well, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop running himself into the ground.

Lifting his head, his eyes met Izuku’s across the ice.

Izuku was huddled in the middle of the bleachers, his new partner seated at his side and the rest of the alphas on the team that were in their age group surrounding him. They chattered on and on, looking to Izuku for approval, but even when he just smiled nervously at them, they continued on as if he’d given an actual answer.

Anger seethed in Katsuki's chest. He hated it, hated seeing him surrounded by alphas all grinning and preening like a flock of ugly peacocks. Hated the uncomfortable smile that Izuku always wore nowadays. Hated glancing over to check on him and already finding Izuku’s eyes on him.

Most of all, he hated the way the other alphas had treated Izuku like he was a prize to be won as soon as they were no longer a pair anymore. Hated the way they treated him like he was suddenly fair game.

Katsuki shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d known they’d just been waiting for the right moment, waiting for him to fuck up, waiting for him to let Izuku just the barest inch out of his reach. As soon as they’d presented, Izuku had become coveted among the alphas. The rare male omega. Somehow, it made him ten times more desirable to the others on the team. As if his secondary gender erased everything they’d never liked about him.

When Katsuki had been his partner, the others hadn’t dared to make the attempt to court him. They’d rightly assumed that he’d had fully intended to court Izuku, but he’d been planning on beginning their courtship once they were at least in high school. Just his presence and scent on Izuku had marked him as off limits, and that had been enough to begin with.

Katsuki scowled, watching Izuku’s cheeks grow red and his green eyes drop, and then as he startled back away from a touch to his knee. Stubbornly, he turned and ignored the quick glance back up at him. He wasn’t Izuku’s partner, wasn’t going to be his mate, wasn’t anything to him anymore.

…..

Katsuki groaned out his frustration, dragging his hands down his face as Izuku hit the ice for the tenth time that night. Even during team practice, Izuku hadn’t been able to land a single jump. The concentration on his face was severe, but something was clearly taking up all of the space in that curly head of his. “What the fuck is going on, Deku? You haven’t flubbed this many jumps since we were fucking five. What gives?” Katsuki asked, gliding over to Izuku and jerking him back to his feet.

Izuku’s jaw worked back and forth, brow furrowed and eyes downcast. “I’ve just… got something on my mind. I don’t want to talk about it.” His tone was low and dark, and he pushed away towards the wall as he rubbed at his backside. Sliding on his guards, he stepped off the ice.

If Katsuki hadn’t been so taken aback by the warning note in Izuku’s voice, it wouldn’t have taken him so long to realize his partner was pulling off his skates. “What are you doing? We’ve still got another hour before the janitors kick us out. We’re not done yet.”

Izuku didn’t lift his head as he pulled his shower bag from his duffle, something he only ever brought when he had somewhere else to be after practice. The tops of his ears were blush red and his voice was soft and cautious when he glanced up to say, “I, uh, have to get ready…”

“For?” Katsuki prompted irately.

“A date.”

Katsuki’s heart stuttered to a stop in his chest. His alpha whined pitifully, and he just barely managed to keep the sound in. “Whatever,” he muttered instead, grabbing his phone and headphones from the wall before pushing back out to center ice. He stood there pretending to scroll through his music until he heard the double doors slam closed.

Turning back to the benches, Katsuki slipped on his guards and headed for his bag. Inside, he’d nestled the softest faux fur lined blanket that one of his student’s mothers had gifted him. ‘You young alphas never think of nesting materials for that special someone in your life,’ she’d told him as she’d pushed it into his arms. She’d been right, of course, but only because Katsuki had thought it was too early to be thinking about nesting. Nesting materials implied Katsuki wanted to share Izuku’s heat with him, and while that was certainly the case, he didn’t want to push too hard. Izuku didn’t even know that Katsuki was trying to court him yet.

Still, he’d been grateful and even considered offering the gift face to face, but now…

‘Gift to omega. Maybe… Maybe…’ Even his alpha was at a loss with the situation. Still, they both came to the same agreement. ‘Give omega gift. Cannot hurt. Alpha is only one courting omega. Give gift. Maybe make things better.’

Lifting the tissue paper covered blanket from his bag, he nestled it beneath all of Izuku’s other things and just hoped the omega would be tot out of it to notice it right away.

He sat down heavily on the bench between their bags, and stripped off his skates. Once he’d cleaned them, and given Izuku’s the same treatment, he shouldered his bag and left.

…..

“Deku?” Uraraka’s voice was sleepy and confused when she answered his call.

Pulling his phone away from his ear, he checked the time. 23:48 stared accusingly up at him, and he took a page from Katsuki’s book to quietly curse under his breath. “I’m sorry, Chako, I didn’t realize how late it was. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Even to his own ears, his voice didn’t sound right, and he could hear when the red flag shot up for her as she started to rustle around on the other end.

She yawned. “No, no, it’s fine. I wasn’t really sleeping at all. What’s up?” she lied, all chipper brightness. After a moment, she added, “How was the date?”

He didn’t answer right away, and when he did, it sounded like a flat lie. His voice broke as he said, “It was fine.”

“Deku?”

The tears were on his cheeks in an instant, cutting hot tracks across his cold skin.

The date hadn’t been fine. Well, from an outside perspective, he was sure it appeared as if things had gone swimmingly. The alpha had been perfectly civil and attentive, asking him questions about himself and more in depth questions about the topics he was interested in. He asked all the right questions too and some funny ones that made Izuku snort. What was he looking for in an alpha? How quickly was he expecting the relationship to progress? Did he want pups one day? Did he prefer cats or dogs or ferrets? What were his goals in life? What was his favorite flavor of ice cream? What was his favorite flower? Did he expect them to share their cycles together right away? If he had pups one day, what did he want to name them?

At first, he’d enjoyed his time with the man. Enjoyed looking at him. Enjoyed listening to him. Enjoyed, for the most part, scenting him on the air. Everything had been going just fine, but with each question Izuku had answered, the sick twist of betrayal had grown in his belly. With each question he answered that made the alpha’s scent sour with either disappointment or irritation, Izuku had felt the uneasy anxious energy nestled right beside his omega squirm restlessly.

There had been a moment when he realized he had no longer been answering as honestly as before, when he was tailoring his answers to specifically please the alpha. There had been a desperation in his body that told him he needed to secure this alpha for his heat. If he didn’t, then his next heat would be the most agonizing he’d ever had. That terrified him, but also made him angry.

Then the man had said, “I’ll be honest here, if this ever progressed to the point that we had pups, I would want you to stop competing so we could focus on our family. You seem to really enjoy skating-” He didn’t just ‘enjoy’ figure skating, he loved it. It was his life blood. If that was taken from him… “-but once you had a pup, that would all change. I just know it. And you wouldn’t want to risk getting hurt again. Your hips and legs need to be strong to carry, you know.”

That had solidified his resolve to end things before they even got started. No amount of fear was worth giving up the thing he loved most.

Izuku had smiled pleasantly even as that oh so familiar black tar had filled his chest and drowned his omega. “I appreciate your honesty.” Standing, he’d held out a hand even as confusion and anger began to morph that alpha’s handsome face. Even as his instincts told him to do something to make that look go away. Even as his omega urged him to fix things before it was too late.

Despite that, relief had flooded his body. Clutching his gloves in his hand, he hadn’t been able to stop from thinking of the alpha who’d taken so much care to get the size perfect and wishing he knew who they were. Wishing they were Katsuki. Then his omega had reminded him of the nesting blanket he’d found at the bottom of his bag, and knew that the date had been the worst idea his friends could have come up with.

“So, I’ll be honest as well. This isn’t going to work out. I accepted our offer because I need an alpha to spend my next heat with. This is what my friends and doctors suggested, but I’ll never be able to give you what you want if that’s me being a stay at home omega.”

The alpha had stared at his hand. The anger smoothed away as he glanced down to the hand holding the gloves. “I think there’s something else too. You don’t have to take a roundabout way to say you have someone else in mind.” After a long moment, he’d stood and shaken Izuku’s hand. “They’re a lucky alpha, whoever they are. Thanks for the conversation. It was nice. Friends?”

On the way home, he’d closed the accounts Uraraka and the other omegas had set up for him and deleted the dating and heat aid apps they’d downloaded to his device.

He relayed the whole story to Uraraka in gruesome detail, but he wasn’t sure how much was understandable through his sobbing.

Several hiccuping sobs later, Uraraka sighed. “Take a shower, Deku. I’m going to get some things, and then I’m coming over. No arguments. See you in thirty, okay?” Her voice was gentle, soft, and Izuku caved.

Hanging up, he focused on her suggestion and thanked the world she was his best friend. He was far more thankful for her suggestion when he caught the scent of the alpha still on his close, cedar and cinnamon. Not a bad scent by any means, but he still ripped his clothes off and stuffed them at the bottom of the washing machine.

He couldn’t tell if the scent had stuck to his skin or hair, but he hated the mere thought. He scrubbed until his scalp tingled and his skin was pink. The water ran cold over his head. When he got out, he dressed in his baggiest comfort clothes. An oversized sweater that had mistakenly been left in his locker at the rink several years prior and his high school gym sweats. Both had holes along seams and fraying cuffs, but they were warm and large. When he wore them, he felt loved and safe.

Pulling the nesting blanket from his bed where he’d spread it out to air out, he huddled beneath it on the couch with his face pressed into a corner of the cushions.

Uraraka’s arrival was signaled by the turning of her spare key in the lock. Still, he didn’t move, and only knew she’d seen him when she sighed heavily. For several long minutes, she shuffled around the kitchen. Drawers were opened and closed. Glasses clacked against each other. Silverware tinkled against the counter tops. All sounds found their way to the coffee table eventually, and then the couch by Izuku’s head dipped with her weight.

“This is a really nice nesting blanket. Where did you get it?” she asked quietly, fingers curling in the few locks of hair that stuck out from beneath the edge of the blanket.

Izuku allowed his head to be lifted into her lap, and pressed forward into the soft yet firm warmth of her stomach. “Was left in my bag. Don’t know who it's from.”

Uraraka stayed quiet, pushing back the blanket to run her fingers through his hair. Eventually, she said, “It smells like Bakugou.”

He stiffened. “Don’t.”

Her hand paused. “Don’t what?”

Izuku pulled away from her, huddling against the opposite side of the couch. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he whispered tiredly and leaned his cheek against the arm of the couch, “You know how I feel about him. Don’t give me false hope like that. It’s not worth the heartache at the end of it all.”

“I don’t know how false it is.” Turning to face him completely, Izuku could see just how fierce her expression was out of the corner of his eye. “This is the second thing that’s turned up in your bag smelling like him. He’s given you three things before this, that headband, his gloves and his hat. Is it really that far out of the realm of possibility?”

“Yes, Chako, it is!” Izuku snapped, voice wobbly with tears, “Kaccahn would never want someone as useless as me. Someone who dragged us down and then got hurt. He deserved better than me. I’m just lucky he’s willing to skate with me again.”

Uraraka’s face twisted as if there were more she wanted to say. In the end, she just asked, “Isn’t he the reason the date didn’t go well?” Izuku’s eyes flickered to her, and he was crying all over again. “Oh sweetie, come here.” She opened her arms, and he crawled into them, allowing himself to be held tight.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #alpha!katsuki #omega!izuku #figure skater au #no quirks au #my writing #sharpen your blades

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saezutte · 4 years ago

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yuletide letter 2020

Dear Yuletide Writer,

Oh, hello again. I didn’t see you there.

This year, I have transcended earthly desires and struggled to find any fandoms to request. I want nothing. I wish my cat was nominated as a Yuletide fandom so we could all write stories about her life.

Nonetheless, I have some small requests!!!! I believe you can make me happy in ways I’ve never been happy before. I trust you. Happy end of 2020, the cursed year, I hope you are blessed with rest.

My AO3: saezutte

My public twitter: juncassis

My tumblr: here but I do not use tumblr much anymore, sorry.

Do Not Wants

[note: I have no actual triggers, nothing you can write for me will make me any more depressed or anxious than I already am]

Death (of major/important/beloved characters)

Suicide attempts, self-harm

Rape (outright; OK with dub con, manipulation, noncon short of violent-rape-for-violence-only)

Eating disorders, body shaming

Angst without a happy ending, really too much angst at all

Established relationship

Cheating

Actual Unrequited Feelings

Pregnancy (the actual process; breeding kink is fine)

Scat or watersports

Hard BDSM or any kink complicated enough that the characters would have to discuss it ahead of time

Homophobia as a plot device

Excessive attention to identity or politics, sometimes known as “issue fic”

Note on AUs: I am ok with the usual popular AU tropes but I do not want them combined, e.g. A/B/O is fine and coffeeshop is fine, but I don’t want an omega barista getting his scent all over the lattes he makes for some alpha lawyer who comes in every morning. (Ridiculous example, but you get the point.) For AU/modern settings of fandoms with magic, I often like it when the magic is still there in the AU setting. I also like AUs which maintain the general outlines of the character’s relationships, like if the characters are childhood friends in canon, I like to keep that intact.

General preferences:

I am a pretty basic bitch when it comes to fanfic: I like it when two clueless boys pine for each other through some shenanigans and then lock eyes/lips/dicks.

If you fed a neural net every fanfic written in Stargate Atlantis fandom between 2005 and 2010, the result would probably be some nonsense I’d enjoy.

I love many tropes. Tropes! Bed-sharing. Sharing an umbrella. WASHING EACH OTHER’S HAIR? Confessions where they are having an argument and then one of them yells “Because I love you!”

I love situations where characters are forced to spend time in close proximity and find themselves with feelings.

I love fakeness: fake dating, fake marriage, arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, fake lust induced by sex pollen or heats, aliens make them have sex, whatever.

I love porn, if you want to just write me some quick porn, that’s great. I do prefer (per the established relationship DNW above) that it be first time or get together porn. I know that can make it hard to just write porn, but I don’t need much to be convinced of sex.

Nirvana in Fire (TV)

Requested characters: Mei Changsu, Xiao Jingyan

Note: I also love Lin Chen so if you want to write some MCS/LC or LC/Fei Liu or LC/MCS/JINGYAN OT3??? go for it. I am also a Nihuang/Xia Dong shipper so if you want to put that in… somehow… my gay little heart would be happy. I also like Nihuang/MCS/XJY or MNH/MCS + MCS/XJY but I’d like the focus on the men in that case!

I watched this show because someone recommended this show to me as, like, Chinese Game of Thrones but good. I think it’s genuinely one of the best TV shows I’ve ever seen. I love plots and revenge and good people doing bad things for justice. Even the ending is good for me though obviously it left me unsatisfied on several points.

I am deeply into sickly doomed genius MCS and every time he got even more deeply ill, I fell deeper in love. Every time he coughs up blood, my heart would race. I love his terrible schemes and stupid self-sacrificing choices. I find watching this show very soothing because I knew he would always come out on top in his schemes. I trust him. I love handsome clueless Jingyan and how he’s just so good (it’s terrible.) I love his mom and how much he cares for her. I love him but he is useless, he needs his Xiao Shu and I need fanfic to restore him to him.

Note: So my limited research on this says that male/male sex practices were accepted and well-known in this time period in history, so I really don’t want them thinking “oh no what are these weird gay feelings.” There are other barriers to them being together, like a ruler or official being overly attached to one person was considered very bad. I am also a big supporter of the socially-approved polygamy of this time period, so I don’t need Jingyan to refuse to sleep with his wife or something out of loyalty to MCS—he has to do it! Or all their plans are ruined! And he can enjoy spending time with her or the concubines without affecting his feelings for MCS—you could explore that complexity in fic if you like.Prompts:

Mei Changsu isn’t dead, he’s hiding again, Jingyan searches for him

They start having sex during the series, the ending is averted [somehow]

Post-canon, MCS is alive and Jingyan hides him in the palace with his consort/concubines to keep him on as an advisor without anyone objecting

omega verse where MCS was an alpha before he “died" but an omega after he came back.

AU where male/male marriage is customary (maybe aristocratic men are expected to have one male and one female consort?) and so MCS decides the best way to influence and help Jingyan in the capital is by becoming his wife or one of his concubines

anything just get them together and happy.

Tokyo Babylon

Characters: Subaru, Seishiro

I read Tokyo Babylon as a child and I imprinted on it deeply, now I love politics, ghosts, stalking, age differences, magic. Within the CLAMP canon, I love TB for its episodic focus on smaller stories, the commentary on contemporary society, and Seishiro being an outright creep. I love onmyojutsu and exorcism and Subaru’s innocence getting ruined. I love the city of Tokyo (where I currently live! but do not be intimidated, I don’t know the city well because we’ve been in quarantine most of the time I’ve been here and won’t judge you for details.) I’m open to fics that comply with X canon or not.

With Seishiro/Subaru: It’s bad but I love that predator/prey dynamic where the predator ends up being hopelessly entranced/obsessed/in love with the prey. My read was always that Seishiro lost the bet and couldn’t admit it—he’s just, you know, killing twins to avoid dealing with his feelings! Relatable! (?!?!) Subaru, I love particularly in his evolution from innocent to adult in love to betrayed. I’d prefer post-TB fic to during-TB fic (so Subaru knows Seishiro’s deal and loves him anyway.) I am also a fan of Hokuto and you should feel free to bring her back to life to troll if you desire.

Prompts:

AU or reincarnation plot where they are Heian period rival onmyoji

Because this is such a heavily place-based series, if you are a writer who likes to play with details of real life locations, I’d be interested in versions of different “Babylons” if you have an idea for it.

Tragic first times post-TB lol

Seishiro is a virgin the first time they have sex

I’d probably love some fucked up dub con for this, however you want to play it

Honestly, do whatever you want as long as you don’t fuck me over like CLAMP did.

プリティーリズム | Pretty Rhythm

Characters: Hiro, Koji

Pretty Rhythm came to me at a weird time in my life. I lived in a house of spiders in Yokohama and did nothing for eight weeks. King of Prism cheer screening transformed my life and I didn’t even know what it was. Then I got weirdly deep into Rainbow Live and the Pretty Rhythm franchise overall. I am a scientist of prism theory. Idk why I like it, it’s just wholesome and crazy and there are penguins and DJ Koo. I love every TRF song because I’m a 90s gay at heart. It’s truly the end point of all media development. The prism world represents the fearsome power of virtual/digital+real hybrid life. Yes, I know I’ve lost my mind. I went to one of the real Prism Stone stores, the one in Harajuku.

Hiro Hayami: one time a fujoshi asked me to describe what types of anime boys I like and the first type I listed was “prince but bad” and my example was Hiro. Hiro is the crazy gay stalker disaster of my heart. He overcomes great hardship to achieve his dreams and foolishly falls in love along the way and he does everything wrong and Koji keeps leaving him. The moment when Hiro is crowned King of Prism in Pride the Hero was one of the top ten moments of my life. I made friends who don’t even know Japanese watch the movie unsubtitled with me on my birthday.

With Koji, I’m a bit guilty of “I want to give the character I love the most the character he loves the most” so I do like him less (it would be impossible to like him equal to how much I love Hiro). But he has many good points that make him perfect, like how he also sucks underneath his chill exterior. I love to see him go apeshit.

I also love everyone else in Rainbow Live, no exceptions. I love all the girls. If you do write the girls, I would prefer they not be paired with the OTR boys. I would prefer they be paired with each other, any combo is good.

Prompts:

this is the sort of pairing where I love fic where they split up and then 15 years later meet again as washed up has-beens but there’s still time for them to find each other

Canon-compliant companion piece showing the “background” of them getting together romantically over the course of the series.

AU where Koji is a prism world fairy sent to inspire Hiro but Hiro is kind of a mess

dirty, dirty porn… let Hiro get fucked

I have a lot of doujinshi with multiple copies of Hiro (a la the Mugen Hug jump) but I’d like something where Hiro gets overwhelmed by many Kojis

They start fake dating as a publicity stunt and have to keep doing it… especially good if it starts when Koji is at max hating Hiro level

Ring Fit Adventure

Characters: Dragaux, Ring

Keeping this one simple: I like to be encouraged to exercise by a storyline and a trainer that never mentions weight loss, lol. The world is fun and pretty and I love that buff dragon.

AND THEN THE PAIRING. I’m sure Nintendo has some market research that told them a certain subset of users are very motivated by enemies who seemed to once be lovers or best friends. I am that user.

What is up with these two? They were so in love! Now Dragaux is a horrible swole bro (not in a good bro way) and Ring is training me instead? I can’t compete with their love. It’s the only time the game makes me feel inadequate.

You can keep Dragaux and Ring as dragon/ring-like as you like. Obviously I’m down with dragon fucking but you can also make him a human fucker too. I play with Ring on the masculine voice setting for maximum BL vibes as I exercise, but, you know, it’s a ring, I don’t think it has gender. Feel free to incorporate the player or other random characters too.

Prompts:

AU where Dragaux and Ring owned a gym together and Dragaux sold out to a big chain of gyms

What happened between them when Dragaux was still captured, pre-game? Bondage… literally??

Ring is always bossing me to train, but I’m really doing all the work. Why doesn’t he fight Dragaux on his own for once?? (because the sexual tension is too powerful.)

Tragic flashback to their dramatic break-up ending with their present day reconciliation.

Player/Dragaux/Ring threesome??? I’ve unlocked the sexercises???

With all fandoms, you are free to disregard the prompts and do your own thing. If you’re not sure about me, you can probably dm seriesera on twitter, she knows what I’m into.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now. Please stalk me online to get more details on my bullshit. I hope you have a nice time.

Best,

Caitlin

#yuletide

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dolanswhore · 6 years ago

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Moonlight. (4) natural instincts.

warning: before reading this book you must understand it is fictional, and the twins are both werewolves and have animal like personalities. also this is a Grayson x reader x ethan story :)

|| series masterlist. || Chapter 3. ||

Ethan couldn't help as his body filled with desire, it practically oozed from his pores. On the other hand Y/N was terrified of the yellow irises that looked her up in down in desire. It was natural extinct to need for her, to desire her.

Suddenly in seconds she was crushed between the wall and his body. His skin hot with desire as her finger tips meet the arm of his skim extinictly. The moment his hardness pressed against her stomach her hands met with his chest with an attempt to push him away but it was no use as he stood tall like a brick wall.

His lips found the scent of grayson along her neck pressing into the delicate skin. His wolf was suppressed inside but growled internally at the scent of his brother along her skin. His soft lips pressed against the softness of skin, the most valuable part of her whole body. Despite being dangerously close to her jugular he wished nothing but to feel her skin, to get rid of Gray's scent. Despite the close proximity, too close for her comfort, goosebumps of pleasure ran up skin. A shiever sinking into pores causing bumps to appear rapidly against skin. "Ethan stop!"

All extinct had taken over Ethan at this point his wolf had completely taken over, ready to take what is his. His lips met hers with desperation as she pushed him away again. "Why won't you kiss me my queen?"

"She said stop brother." Grayson basically roars as he weakily climbs to his feet, teeth snarling at his brother.

Ethan gently let's her down without a thought of her protection first. In minutes his teeth were bared to his brother, in stance mode ready to attack at any given time. Despite being weakened Grayson stands his ground, head held high. An alpha never backs up from a challenge.

In the exact moment Y/N realized this is what would happen. The two males destined for the role of alpha fighting over the female they claimed was theres. No matter the circumstances she would always be the reason for the brothers fighting, who was she to tare to brothers who have been binded since birth?

"What will you do brother? As from my sight you can barely stand let alone fight me." Ethan snarls as Grayson continues to hold his ground. Ethan's eyes were still yellow indicating his wolf was still in charge.

This change was hard for the twins of the moon. Not only did it take a toll on their bodies from breaking every bone in their body to controlling the extra testosterone that was admitted with their mate being around.

"Stop already!" Y/n's voice raising with annoyance at the constant bickering of them. Grayson immediately stood down when an order came from his other half. Ethan's wild on the other hand snarled, wanting her to back down. Ethan was the alpha, not her and he demanded respect. Grayson pushed Y/n behind him in attempt of attacking his brother but he was to slow as Ethan dodged it, sinking his teeth into his neck pulling a patch of skin from it.

Blood pumped profusely from the wound, sliding down his neck and onto the tanned skin of his muscular chest. In a split second she took stance on front of ethan. "What is wrong with you?!"

Ethan was internally fighting himself trying to suppress the wolf back into his mind. Grayson's touch, his hand wrapping around hers brought the feeling that scared her so much. These men in front of her are complete strangers but give her fulfillment like no other.

"I'm sorry." Ethan apologizes quickly to his brother which is clearly accepted as he nods. Ethan's unsure eyes meet hers with fear of her hating him. "I didn't mean to scare you. Sometimes he still has a hold on me."

This was true. He had spent decades being trapped in the back of his wolf form, he was still conscious all those years just not in control. Y/n nods unsurely as Ethan sighs. His heart was heavy with her unsureness but he chose not to push it any further.

Hours have passed and the twins grow worried of her quietness. She says nothing, only sits at the small table that was crafted by Grayson's own hands. What was more worried some was she didn't bother with the food placed in front of her or the generous cup of water. The white wall seemed to speak to her since it was the only thing her eyes have met.

They decided it was best for Grayson to approach her. Ethan was worried he would only upset her more then she currently was despite how much the muscles in his body burned and twitched at the thought of comforting her along with allowing grayson to touch her instead.

"Why haven't you eaten my half?" Grayson's voice was soft as he sunk to his knees in front of her showing his most vulnerable state. With grayson's experience when dealing with upset she-wolves it was ideal to show weakness. Depsite how much she wanted to look away the pull to this male was strong, his shoulder's rounded with muscles along with his thick arms shaped by the 'moon goddess' herself. Without second thought her eyes meet the tanned skin of his neck, right at the base of where neck and shoulders meet. For some odd reason she felt the need to touch it. Her lips tingle with the thought of kissing it often like how Grayson and Ethan did to her.

"I am not hungry." It came out colder then expected causing Grayson to sigh loudly. Despite how much it stung he didn't like the uneasy feeling that filled his stomach from her. Both twins felt the affect of her mood making them both equally sad as her.

"You haven't eaten since yesterday. Please eat love." Grayson couldn't help but reach to feel her skin and the moment he does she backs away from his touch no matter how much it hurt to do so.

"I am not your love!" She exclaims loudly as the back of chair falls to the ground as she stands her ground. To the wolves buried inside these men they growled, showing their dominance, wanting to show her that disrespect wasn't tolerated. "Do not touch me. This is ridiculous. This claim you two think you have on me scares me! Just because we are connected in some weird ass moon way doesn't mean you can keep me here! I have friends and family. I need to go home."

"Your home is where we are." Ethan finally speaks with poison, anger radiating from his skin. Grayson's eyes meet his brother with challenge knowing that he was having trouble containing his wolf side.

"I don't even know you!" Ethan's growl is animalistic as it vibrates his chest. His wolf no longer tolerating the disrespect she was showing. Grayson understood, he was completely in control of his wolf but knew the situation his brother faced is difficult.

"She is scared Ethan. She was raised wrong, not the true way." Grayson tries to tame the beast with a soft tone. Y/n scoffs at the words trying to push past gray only to be stopped by the roughness of his hand.

"It is true. You belong with us. You can't deny what you have seen, what we showed you. No matter what you believe your faith has been chosen for you." Grayson argues not allowing her to finish her path to the door.

"You are a luna. Despite those humans supressing your wolf in you. She is there. A natural born leader and provider." Ethan says, "you will help guide our pack."

"What pack? Last time i checked it was only you two assholes!" Her words laced with venom as Grayson moves from his spot only to left the back of the chair with ease back into its proper spot. "Sit down. And we will not guide, we will stay here."

Ethan's attention is now on his brother. "We will go."

Grayson had promised himself to stay calm towards her but his brother was another story as he flips his lips to reveal the sharpened fangs. "We will stay. We will not go back to that life!"

"You wish to defy the queen that made us? She specifically told us what to do Grayson. You heard her, you felt her power. How stupid are you?" Once again the brothers were facing each other. The room reeked of dominace and anger. Despite her lack of wolf she could smell the musty air of the room.

"Do I get a say about any of this?!"

"No!" The twins growled together and Grayson's hand came down on the table angrily. "Now eat before we make you."

It had been two quiet for Ethan's liking as time passed. Ethan as well as Y/N were concentrated on the books in front of them while Grayson had made himself a bath. His aching muscles that still buzzed with anger from some time ago finally relaxed as the water massaged his skin. By this time the wound on his neck was completely healed other then the small print of his brother's teeth. The soft yawn had caught both of their attention, snapping their heads in the way of the direction it came from.

Despite the words said earlier and his angry Ethan's soft voice broke the silence. "Come sleep love."

Even though she was still mad the invitation of sleeping on the soft furs where Ethan sat was the best idea of the day. Gray was distracting as he rose from the water, his nudity the least of his concerns as he mets her eyes with a smirk. He wanted to tell her to look, that this body was crafted for her and her only. The pattle of her feet against the wood floor was music to Ethan's ears as he anticipated the warmth of her skin.

Ethan finally puts the book to rest watching as she quickly sits next to him. "I'm covered in goop."

Ethan couldn't help but crack a smile as he looks at Gray who was already a step ahead of him as he used his bath water to wet the rag. The cold water pressed against her face made her hiss away from Grayson's touch. "It's freezing!"

Grayson replaced the patch of coldness with his warm lips sending a small shock down her skin. Ethan had now began to rub the other side of her body. It was nice for the both of them. Being providers, taking care of their queen.

As soon as she was clean Grayson had returned with her shirt slipping it over her head.

"I'm sorry for my hostile behaviour, for yelling at you." Even though gray had said the words Ethan presses his lips against her shoulder in an apology.

The candle was blown out from Ethan's lips making the room fall dark. Once again she spent the night squished between the two men. It felt so right to touch their skin, smell their scent but she still felt rash about this and was wishing she was home.

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Coaching Your Dog Humanely: Part One

Welcome the Dog into the Human World

Have You watched The Dog Whisperer and thought,'Wow, that guy is amazing! What a great way to train a dog!" I know I have many occasions. Cesar Milan instructs one fundamental principle about puppies - that a dog is a pack animal by instinct. In accordance with Cesar, your work is to become the pack leader, a dominant Alpha male/female with'balance'. I figure by'balance' he means you ought to deal with the animal fairly, since they'd expect to get treated at a wild bunch. He has really nice and quick results with this technique. I will not say it is a poor method, but it is not how I decide to train my dogs and that is why.

There is 1 thing quite Incorrect with the'you're the pack leader' notion - it presumes that the dog occupies a puppy's world, and also for one to restrain it, you need to behave as a puppy could, the Alpha male or female of the bunch. For nearly all dogs that are household pets that this usually means the operator will deal with the creature as though it'd just instinctual processes happening in its mind, no logical thought processes. To refute that believing go and watch both of these brief videos of Lucy's behaviour: Lucy Remembers Her Ball along with Lucy and The Vacuum Cleaner (links look in bottom). A puppy doesn't occupy a puppy's world unless it is in a bunch of dogs, roaming the wilderness like a wolf, bringing prey down and sharing its own kill. This isn't your dog. Your puppy would not pursue its dinner when it went starving for a week! It would no longer kill a raccoon and tear its own flesh apart than will your six year-old kid! Should you have this kind of animal it is a sure bet that it is a dangerous dog, one which causes individuals in your area to cross the road to avoid.

Should you become the pack leader, you have Descended to the puppy's world. Having done thus, the puppy will integrate nicely with other dogs, reside in a bunch thankfully, understand its location in the human package, and usually behave nicely, but it will not achieve its entire potential. When you embraced the dog in your loved ones, you did not make a decision to turn into a primeval growler, (that can work when you've got the cahones to back up the dangers ), you made a decision to present a creature to the human world. Since the 2 movies reveal, Lucy is a creature with human-like trends developed to the complete potential of her younger dog mind. She, like 99% of puppies now, belongs to a household, was introduced into human theories, and resides in a human universe. It is better for you to train your puppy to live well on earth, as opposed to you in its own, for the interest of your dog as well as yourself. You'll have a far better companion, so will the puppy. The puppy will learn how to love people above dogs.

Lucy is a dog. Lucy will place herself The prepared based on where a individual puts their foot supporting a chunk. She properly expects how the ball is going to be propelled from the positioning of the foot. She cheats quite badly, coming at the destination of a pitched toy until it gets there. Her mind has calculated where you are most likely to throw or kick an item. Lucy knows how you'll kick a ball by simply shifting your weight from 1 hip to another, without so much as moving your toes! Greater than a goalie in soccer (soccer).

Lucy understands several hundred theories and controls, from Jump In The Boat, to Don't Go In The Street. She plays today but when she had been younger I would toss her ball to the road (a rural highway) and if she recognized that the ball had gone out of reach, rolling into forbidden territory, she'd wear the brakes and stop before crossing an imaginary line. That line was a bit of yellow rope lying round the driveway about 20 ft in the road. After she discovered the concept that the rope was removed, she had been permitted to venture out to pee on her I could expect her to not move beyond the imaginary line. This notion, Don't Go In The Street, is fundamental to a puppy being able to live happily in the world. It is the distinction between a deer or even a raccoon crossing the street along with your furry friend's thinking. It's heard that highways (an individual build not appearing from the puppy pack language ) are extremely bad.

Dogs Have logical thought processes. Dogs possess feelings. Dogs have a conscience. Dogs learn how to love. Dogs possess language abilities and may comprehend about five hundred individual theories with words. Not one of those things have a pup when you buy them, they're learned behaviours.

A Puppy can't do differential calculus, that is clear, but it can reason out how to control a person into giving food. Lucy has been given a treat each time she requested me to go pee out. If she gets somewhat thirsty, she's learned to ask to go out, and wait for thirty minutes and then return at the house to receive her reward. She will do so every hour or so until I've clued in and observe her. If she does not urine, the rewards quit, and thus does the manipulative behaviour as it is currently a waste of time. But this shows you a puppy can control people. It is not surprising actually; a puppy manipulates its owner several times over the course of the day. Should you wrap its leash, it is going to waken from a dead sleep and ring, pant and bark in the idea of going for a stroll. This is doggy manipulation. The dog is stating how happy they'd be if they went for a stroll, and you are feeling guilty if this was not your strategy.

So Higher justification aside, what could a dog do? It may learn. A puppy could learn so many things which you'd be amazed. If you merely instruct it what it must learn to operate well in a human universe, it might knock off your socks. Daily that Lucy and I wake upwe inform each other with hugs and kisses happy we are that we've got each other. Lucy loves people, so much so that she virtually ignores dogs. Can they create her meals for her? Can they throw her ball? Her stick? Her small teddy bears?

There is A Border Collie in Germany that may remember any of two hundred and fifty toys. Alan Alda of Mash fame visited this puppy for Nova on PBS. The puppy has all of her toys in a huge heap in 1 room. In a different room she's shown a tiny sample of the desirable toy (roughly one fifth scale). The puppy leaves, enters the area with the huge heap of various frogs, teddy bears, squirrels, puppets, dolls, devils, Muppets, rummaging round and returning immediately, and astonishingly, with the right toy. She does so perfectly, even if it is a brand new toy which she has never noticed before.

But once you've educated that puppy human theories, it is no Longer a puppy - it is a Canine Sapiens, a hybrid between puppy and Homo Sapiens (that is Latin for Thinking Man). It can't happily return to the package. Without needing to run this experiment, I moved to England for a couple of weeks and Lucy went into the kennel. The kennel is a member of a respectable breeder and Lucy had her very own'penalty box' (cage) placed in just a three by six foot . There were other dogs so that you'd think she would be OK, but those were'Pack Dogs'dogs the breeder retains solely for breeding. One traces, all of them bark. One runs round the yard, all of them run across the lawn. Lucy was having none of it, and their crude antics had her worried out. When I returned to pick up her she went crazy with joy! She ran across the truck around ten occasions barking, crying, tail wagging, face licking, and all manner of expressions of love. I started to talk with the breeder around England however Lucy jumped to the truck through an open doorway and barked off her head so loudly she couldn't be discounted. "I guess I'm being summoned," I told the breeder. Man, was happy to escape there!

This is Why many universities at the U.S. have ceased instructing gorillas and other primates American Sign Language in doctoral theses. After the research are over the creatures are returned into cages in the uterus. No longer riding around in automobiles for you! No more ice cream cones for you! The critters, capable of reasoning into a level, are back in cages languishing for the fantastic old times with their friends, not able to relate to another primates round them. The universities have determined that it is unethical behaviour to leave them when they have formed attachments for their coaches. You require a PHD in behavioural psychology to figure that out?

It may be frustrating to try teaching a puppy an Innovative idea. If you end up crying or becoming frustrated with all the dog back off. Stop. The issue is too complicated for her current state of comprehension and she does not understand exactly what you would like. The remedy is to split the issue into smaller measures. You did not learn algebra until you learned to count, add, subtract, multiply and divide. You did not learn to multiply till you learned to bring the exact same amount three times to itself. Dogs possess similar minds to individuals, except that they are somewhat limited in possible. But if you provide your dog credit for having the ability to think together with the capability of a 3 year-old kid, you are going to be amazed at what they could learn.

Your pet has a conscience. How do I know that? Your puppy dreams, and it is a certain sign of a bifurcated head using a conscious and a subconscious mind. The dog fantasies after a fantastic day, or even a bad moment. When they have had a fantastic daythey fall asleep and over five minutes go into the REM period of the sleep routine. REM stands for Rapid Eye Movement, and it occurs almost right off in puppies. In people it takes about one hour and half an hour. During REM sleep that the dog could be whining, barking, chasing, wagging its tail, chewing, eating gum, swimming. You will recognize a puppy who's dreaming when you see it, trust me, however, what that fantasy indicates is that it's a subconscious mind that is free to relive the adventures of this day. When it's a subconscious mind then it should have a conscious mind, since you can not have one without the other, unless it is in a coma.

The conscious mind Comprises the principles build - What I'm permitted to do, in addition to what I'm not permitted, but wish to perform. The subconscious mind includes the whole spectrum, memories, emotions, cognitive capabilities, but it is missing one important thing - that the principles build. It is ungoverned. Should you take that, then you take a dog's mind is built similarly to ours and is effective at a number of the very same things our mind can do. To love, to feel guilty, to believe, to want, to cause, to control, to anticipate, to comply, not to violate certain rules. A puppy learns over four weeks old to not pee in the home. Amazing once you consider it spent the first 10 months during its mother's breast. How then, in case it didn't have a conscious mind with a principles build? By instinct? By package mentality? No, from studying , which you'll be liable for.

So That is where it begins: simply by giving the dog some credit for having the ability to think. If you do not you will be treating her like The Keller parents handled her blind and deaf daughter Helen. Helen Keller became a successful writer and public speaker but only after a wonder worker, Anne Sullivan, made a decision to charge her with a mind that worked. Her parents had written off as peacefully. That is your job, to be the wonder worker for the four legged Helen. Do not charge your dog with thinking capability and it will not find anything helpful.

Your pet is Handicapped in lots of ways. The first is the fact that it devotes ten times more of its mind to scents than we do. It frees one tenth of its own mind to visual data than we do. A dog may have a cookie directly in the front of it, however if it is looking for it with odor, it can not see it. A puppy appears to close off its memory in favor of olfactory memory. When they're sniffing you can listen to the nose whoot, whoot, whoot, since they sample fast to get a hint. Additionally they move their minds when sampling in order that they know which path to proceed. You will learn how to divert the dog's mind to develop into a listener and a watcher whilst giving your own lessons. They will learn quicker when they understand they are being taught something. Having a verbal and visual hint, your puppy will listen,"Aha, the Master is trying to show me something important."

Your First Lesson: The Binary Method

I Have always had it simple training my puppy - I live alone. When you've got a household, all of whom are doggy pros from visiting the Whisperer, tell them to take a hike. If they will not go, then take the puppy outside for a walk in a personal setting. Be alone with the dog, span. No distractions. No dogs or people. You're the only sensory inputs which the dog might need to take care of. This makes the task much easier. When you have educated the dog one thing, be certain all family members and friends use the identical technique of communicating. The puppy has a limited capability, which can be large enough, but it's going to be wasted when it must find three ways to sitsix approaches to come here, etc. When it's your pet, take responsibility and get different folks to tackle the puppy on your way or leave the animal alone.

Your dog learns really Fast and easily with the binary procedure. Together with the binary procedure, the puppy learns quite a lot and very quickly. In addition they learn by institution. The binary procedure is the way we start a puppy's instruction and it works wonders for dogs or dogs that are new. The institution system is for afterwards, as soon as your puppy has learned the fundamentals and is ready for more. We are going to discuss the binary process first, and institution in later sections of the report.

What Is the binary procedure? Binary signals two. There are just two things your dog must learn from you. That is all, two. Everything else follows from there. Once they have discovered those 2 items, you have got it made in the shade. Your puppy will grow to be the very obedient, happy small fur monster on the road. And she will be prepared to find out more. After a dog has picked the binary procedure, there is no going back, she thinks like a person.

In my walks with my puppy, I show off her to individuals And let them know about the binary procedure. "There are two things your dog must learn and once it has, she can learn everything else. Do you know what those two things are?" I inquire. I am amazed at the answers I receive, and have yet to listen to the right reaction. "Patience and humility," one man says. I have not taught my puppies humility however, so I need to refrain from laughing at a few of those stabs at a really straightforward idea. Does he think I'm prepping her Divinity College?

What are Those 2 items you have to first educate your four legged Helen Keller? Here we go - Yes No. Yes, you're permitted to perform something. No, you aren't permitted to do something. That is the first lesson to teach your puppy. Once he/she has discovered these 2 theories, everything else you are trying to have it to perform is very much simpler to achieve. Two things, thus the binary procedure.

How Can I instruct the dog both of these Seemingly simple theories? First, substitute the term Yes using the term Okay. The term No stays No. So that is exactly what you wish to educate the dog. Alright, and No.

If You've Got a dog that does not like food, then take it Back, for a refund, it is likely not a puppy. If your puppy does enjoy food and is drawn to a specific deal then have a purse of these treats at exactly the same time. The smaller the cure, the better. Little treats allow you lots of repetitions of this lesson before the dog catches on. It may take many repetitions of a lesson prior to the puppy accomplishes, but it is going to surprise you how couple times each puppy has to be revealed something to find out it entirely. Ordinarily, a very simple notion is learned in below ten repetitions.

Inform The puppy the next,"Lucy! Watch!' And point to your eye with your finger touching your face below the eye. Do this each time you start a lesson. Repeat it a couple of times and then start the lesson. In the beginning, it is meaningless to the puppy, but it is going to pay off because the puppy will have heard YOU ARE TEACHING SOMETHING.

Now Put the dog at the Sitting place on the ground or floor. Say'Lucy, Sit' clearly and clearly because you get it done. The easier the control the greater. 1 syllable, how much easier can it be. After the puppy is sitting and just when the puppy is sitting, place a minumum of one little treat on the ground around one foot in front of her. Give her a treat for sitting. Leave another food in sight near by.

Always, always preface an action control Together with the puppy's name. "Lucy, Sit", "Lucy, Come Here." There is a really good reason behind this. The puppy learns its title , but more importantly, she discovers she is being treated at the instant. Whenever you're using a bunch of individuals and do not use her name here's exactly what the dog perceives:"... bla bla bla bla bla bla bla - sit - bla bla bla bla bla." The'Sit' got lost in all of the bla bla. The puppy has tuned out you as you are all speaking gibberish and boring her to death. Give the puppy a warning that something is forthcoming. First pause your speaking and state'Lucy!" Pause until you see her respond, then give her the control -"Sit!" , making the hands gesture as you can.

All dog training will be to Be accomplished with'theatre'. I feel the dog reacts to signs initially, and because they are accompanied by voice commandsthey will react to this latter on it's own at a later date. Always, always offer a control with hand signs or other sorts of visual cues to get started. I call it 'theatre'. I've a'Come Here' sign that my puppy can see and reacts to when she is too far off to listen: I flap up one arm and down from my side.

So going back on the ground already covered, inform your Puppy to'Sit' by putting her firmly but softly in the sitting posture. Give her a treat when she sits. If you say'Lucy, Sit', create a hand gesture by placing your entire hand. Any puppy that's worth its salt won't immediately comply with the command, he/she will lunge to the meals onto the ground. That is instinctual behaviour, to consume. Dogs, particularly Labs, can write the book on'There is food, therefore I eat'. That is exactly what you are expecting for the puppy to perform. There are just a few things that inspire a puppy more than meals, particularly a puppy.

Wait a minute. When the Dog pliers in the sitting position to make it to the food, this is where you leap in. Put your hands, palms and hands outstretched securely, right in the front of her face and say in a loud, unmistakably officious tone'NO!" Just like a traffic cop. No, means no, you twit, and if you proceed that automobile one inch I'm hauling your idiot supporting to jail. That is exactly what I mean by theater. The hand is throw aggressively, the tone of voice is intense and stentorian, and the appearance in your otherwise nice face is mean and nasty. You might also preface the entire charade using a'Psssshhhht!" Which distracts the puppy and gets its own focus on the origin of the odd sound.

As Soon as You've given her this quite Theatrical admonition, sit back down, and say"Wait until I say OKAY," highlighting the term OKAY by pointing into your lips. The puppy at this time is simply confused. After three or four tries to lunge for the meals she will sit down and wait patiently. She will not go for the meals. Ensure that she does not get food before she does exactly what you desire. This is essential. It is not unkind. You are using positive stimulation to find a desirable outcome. Your boss does it to you every week using a paycheck.

The Puppy has learned by institution to take a seat. It is from pleasurable stimulation. Each time I sit gives me a deal. The ideal thing to do would be to sit he'll give me a puppy treat. I really don't understand what the hell he wants but I do understand to sit. I really don't understand why he is preventing me from getting that food on the market, but he is nice enough once I sit , so I'll sit down.

After The puppy has learned to sit down and remain silent without lunging to your meals, then you'll allow her to receive it. You may say in a gentle and mild tone,'Lucy, Okay get it," and point to the meals.

Here Is What the Dog is believing. If I choose that food he is going to shout at me and place me back and say"Sit' again. I am not going for this. I am sitting here. If I sit gives me treats. If you have waited until your puppy is unsure of things to do at this stage, you've done the ideal thing. Your pet is afraid to choose the food and will not budge at it. It'll ask consent with head motions toward the meals. At this time it has not a clue what OKAY means.

So today you will show your puppy what acceptable Means, and softly lift off its buttocks the ground and permit it to approach the snacks, all of the while saying'Okay, Lucy, get it' in sweet tones and pointing into the meals. You might even transfer the food nearer until it is within reach for your first couple of iterations.

When he states OKAY and Pushes me toward the meals, he appears to be saying it is quite okay when I go get it. So that is what OKAY means. Eureka, I do it!

With Roughly five repetitions of the exercise that your puppy will have learned the distinction between Okay, I'm enabled and No, I'm prohibited. It really learned the 2 theories employing the institution strategy, but it has an instrument, known as the binary procedure, where all other behavioral theories are learned. Everything, from Come Here, to Heel, to Don't Go In The Street will probably be much easier to teach. A lot of things have to be heard by means of a dog. No pooping or peeing in the home. No jumping on people or other dogs. No downtime when not known for. Come Here, Sit, Inside, Outside, Go to Sleep, Get Up, Get , Stop That, Be Quiet, Get In, Get Out, Heel, Lie Down, Stay Here, Wait... the list is very long.

All Learning has to be bolstered. When you begin to learn multiplication in mathematics, your instructor will review inclusion . She'll also teach the innovative notion of multiplication using the inclusion classes as a stepping stone. "Add ten plus ten. How much is that? Twenty. Right. How many times did we add ten? Twice. We added ten two times to get twenty. How much, therefore, is Two times Ten?" Educate furry Helen, the Okay and No controls every lesson prior to instructing her Come Here, or to Wait Until I Say Okay (Stay). Furry Helen will be quick to learn that this concept in the three months old for a kid of eight may find out the times tables.

A puppy is very similar to a person in Intellectual developmental skills. In this 1 lesson, your four Legged Helen Keller has heard quite many vital things. One, you're In control of everything. Food, most significantly. Two, collaboration means Positive stimuli like food and love, defiance means damaging Stimuli, for example disapproval and refusal of meals. A puppy, as a part of a Family seeks acceptance and positive reinforcements and avoids unwanted stimuli. If it prefers negative stimulation you have got a neurotic in your hands. Neurotic dogs, like individuals, are created, not born, and Now's that the Time for Cesar to perform his magical since this is where his strategy Outshines others, rehabilitating a tired dog. Thirdly, your pet Has learned when you are attempting to teach it some thing to allow it to fit into A family of people. Finally but above All, the puppy will have Heard the binary process and may even learn how to ask permission like Lucy does when she wants to sleep on the sofa. She stops and waits for An OKAY before leaping up.

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fandomoniumflurry · 6 years ago

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Right Place, Wrong Time

for @spnfluffbingo Square filled: ABO

this was supposed to be just all fluffy, at least it started out that way. but it turned out to just end up angsty with some fluff thrown in. this is my first abo so i’m not gonna tag anyone because i know not everyone is into this kinda thing. there’s no smut just some language and angst and some fluff so

Chestervelle

3+k words *edit by me*

She was a freak, she knew that. She came to accept that fact. It wasn’t the happiest of existence but she couldn’t complain. It wasn’t just her knife collection that made her stand out amongst her peers, it was mostly the fact that she was an Alpha. She never did well in Biology class but she knew female Alphas were rare and usually not well accepted by the populace. She was the daughter of two Beta hunters. Having presented not long before her eighteenth birthday, she was assumed to just be a Beta like her parents. So it was a surprise to everyone when she turned out to be an Alpha. Petite and seemingly fragile, she was always mistaken for an Omega. But it wasn’t hard to see that she was all Alpha.

The Roadhouse had many visitors, most of them hunters and most of those were Alphas and some Betas. If it weren’t for her mother, there would be barbrawls every night between her daughter and men twice her size. Also working at a bar meant that Omegas were rare. Especially men. In all her time, she had never seen or even heard of a male Omega. Even though the women Omegas that came in time to time could sate her for a little while, she had just decided to use suppressants to control her ruts. They didn’t completely control the pain and hormones but it at least kept her from getting her ass kicked.

There was nothing that she wanted more than an Omega to call her own. But that was just a fairy tale fantasy but she wanted a man to claim, a man that she could sink her teeth into and have forever, a man that would hunt at her side and fight with to their dying day. Thanks to her overprotective and paranoid mother, hunting was just as much of a fantasy for the young blonde. It was no secret that Alphas without an Omega or ones that suppress their ruts don’t live as long as the opposite. Then there’s hunters, people that always have a tragic and bloody end. So she wasn’t blind to the fact that either way she wouldn’t live a long enough life and besides her mother, there was nothing that would make her short life happy. She wasn’t going to lie to herself and pretend that there was a happy ending for her. It was best not to get her hopes up and just live her life one day at a time.

She had tried going to college but after only a semester and a half, managed to get herself expelled. Though her mother wasn’t pleased with the outcome, she allowed her daughter to come home and provided her with a job and a place to live. Female Alphas being so rare, there was not much known about them. How they differed from their male counterparts, how their ruts worked or how they were to be treated. So it was no surprise that the lack of knowledge led to judgement and ignorance of her fellow students that in the end led to the young girl being an outcast. Her mother said that she wished she had tried harder but her daughter was more than glad to put that place behind her and never go back.

She had always been a spitfire, the hotheaded attitude of her mother and the determination of her father. They should have easily guessed that she would be an Alpha. Everything about her was Alpha. The way she had always carried herself, the way she reacted and interacted with others, her free spirit and independence. Not to mention her protectiveness and dominance. She had always grown up rough and tumble with a short temper, bold and outspoken with the mouth of a sailor. There were plenty of days that she wished she could have presented as a Beta. Life was so much easier when you were on the middle ground. But she had begun to accept that she would never be normal, live a normal life with a normal mate.

Then they walked in and her whole outlook on life changed.

He was Omega. She could smell it before the door even opened. There weren’t many Omegas that waltzed through that door, and none of them ever smelled so sweet. Her hair bristled and she felt sweat begin to trail down her spine. The bar always smelled of Alpha so it wouldn’t be easy for them for the two tall men to smell her when they walked in. The Roadhouse would appear empty besides the unconscious mullet man passed out on the pool table. The further the men moved into the bar, the stronger the Omega’s scent became. It was sweet and she found herself closing her eyes and taking the smell in deeper and letting it overcome her senses.

The taller one was the Alpha, broad shouldered with hair that was scruffy and long. The shorter one, quite tall himself, was the Omega and the moment she saw his face, her body trembled. They were complete strangers, walking into their bar unannounced after hours. If they were anyone else, they would be shot or at least get their ass kicked. When the two men split up, she wanted nothing more than to jump the eldest. But she refrained and as hard as it was, she tried to block his scent from her mind and do what had to be done.

The women were hid well enough that when Jo’s rifle pressed against the shorter man’s back, her cursed himself for letting someone get the jump on him. Then again, he seemed a bit broken, possibly off his game. “Oh, God. Please let that be a rifle.” Even the sound of his gruff voice made her skin tingle and she had to swallow before she was even able to fire back a retort.

“Nah, I’m just happy to see ya.” As he turned around, he attempted to overcome her, easily taking away her gun. But quickly ended up with a bloody nose when her fist connected with his face. They stared at each other for a moment, him in complete shock and her grinning smugly as she pointed her gun at him once again. The stare down came to an end when her mother came in with her gun to the Alpha, only making the girl’s smug grin grow wider. They learned real quick not to underestimate the Harvelle women.

When the initial shock wore off, he got a good look at her, seemingly coming to his senses and she watched as realization washed over him. He stood tall and firm and yet she could tell he would easily bend to her will. There was a fight against his own biology but the dribbles of sweat on his temples proved that he wasn’t winning his inner battle. She seemed more composed than he did but she wasn’t any better off.

The tension between them was thick and both of them found it hard to keep a clear head or take a full breath. It was Ellen’s voice that jogged them from their daze, the other two oblivious to the brief interaction between the two. They both tried to appear put together and unfazed, attempting to wrench themselves away from each other’s darkened hues. Even as Ellen was speaking, they couldn’t seem to completely draw themselves away from each other. He may have a broken nose, and yet every time he locked eyes with her he tried to swallow her into his emerald hues.

The reveal of their identity, the sons of the infamous hunter, John Winchester, only seemed to make him more desirable. His father had quite the name in the hunting community and the two young men were already starting to make a similar name for themselves. The Winchester name held a weight of reverence and fear and the small pack worked alone and were seemingly untouchable. Have John’s kids in her bar, Ellen was thrilled, Jo was intrigued.

Omega men didn’t exist in the world of hunting, they couldn’t. The blonde would have thought all three Winchesters were Alpha with the reputation they had built. And yet the younger was clearly the only one that had taken after his father where the eldest had taken after his mother. It was odd but not entirely impossible. But it was a fascinating dynamic.

Something told her that these boys were danger, broken men lost at sea but the Roadhouse was a lighthouse for a lot of people and as an Alpha, she wanted to care for this Omega so badly. Feed him, clothe him, hold him in her arms and take away all his burdens that he was clearly holding on his shoulders. She had never felt this way before, never had the desire to protect and care for someone. It made her usual icy exterior soften a bit and caused her skin to warm and her heart to swell. Not to mention the dull ache between her legs for him.

A part of a child dies with their father, a fact she could more than understand, so when they spoke of their dad’s passing, it was clear to see why the eldest was so fragile. Those like her and Dean, who held such a close bond with their pack’s Alpha, their fathers, were never quite the same after that kind of loss. The longer the boys stayed, the more Jo yearned for Dean and by the smell of it, he was feeling the same way. But something was holding him back. He was still distant and closed off, unwilling to accept the fact that there was anything between him and the Alpha.

And just like that, they were gone, back onto the field, taking a case her mother had offered them. They had nothing better to do while they waited for Ash to try and track down their demon. Sadly, that meant that he would be too busy to spend time with her. A part of her actually wondered if he was purposefully avoiding her but that was silly. Surely he felt the animalistic magnetism between the two of them just like she did. But it didn't stop them from leaving once they got what they came for.

Everything changed after that, the effects of their meeting lingering after they had parted. Jo had never had much problems with her rut but the second Dean’s scent dissipated completely, the suppressants no longer did their job. Her body craved the Omega and the storm within would refuse to calm until she had him. She became more irritable and short tempered, cold and distant in just the weeks since the Omega was in her presence.

Dean, on the other side of the country, found himself in the same position, his heat bringing him to the edge of death and back, a fever that nothing could sate. He hadn’t thought much about it when they were near each other but now that there was no sign of Jo anywhere, he realized just how deep their connection had run. He was too broken, grieving the loss of his father to let it sink in that perhaps she was more than just another girl. The fact that she was an Alpha should have made that fact already clear but in his over twenty years of life, he had no interest or desire for an Alpha.

As a matter of fact, when he present as Omega, it took Sam hours to keep him from forcing himself into transition. His father was Alpha and he was expected to be as well so how could he accept the lowest of races. For a while, Sam held Dean’s secret until it could no longer be hid and just as Daen expected, all he could see was disappointment in his father’s eyes. So he just had to work harder to prove himself, make himself stronger, tougher, colder, fight his biology and make himself better than any stereotypical Omega. Even now, he was unsure if he ever truly proved himself worthy of his father’s pride and love. Sam was lucky to present as an alpha, having always been John’s favorite since the beginning anyway.

In his life, Dean had never yearned for an alpha or needed someone to attach himself to or take care of him. He took care of himself and his brother and even his father just fine on his own. He made it through his heats without problem, pills, toys, and hundreds of warm bodies mixed with gambling, hustling, and liquor. Now that he had met her, he wasn’t sure how he had even survived on his own for so long. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone out loud that he needed her, wanted her more than air.

Struggling through the yearning on a daily basis was starting to get difficult to hide and Sam who lived with Dean day in and day out, started to catch on. So when they rolled back into the Roadhouse a few months later, it was obvious to see the tension melt off the two of them the instant they caught each other’s scent. It didn’t stop them from butting heads. It was hard to tell who the true alpha was the way they bickered and argued.

Dean was the one that wanted to protect the alpha blonde, denying her the right to come along on the case with them. But it didn’t seem to take much for him to change his mind. She didn’t even need to use her alpha status. Whether it was the look in her eyes or the shape of her lips, no one could tell but either way, the eldest Winchester lied to her mother and put his life on the line to make Jo happy.

Driven by guilt and panic, it nearly tore the hunter apart when Jo was snatched from him to face whatever horrors the spirit had to offer. His fear was palpable and several times Sam had to drag his brother off the edge of insanity. All was made right the moment his hand grasped hers and pulled her from her cage. The moment the ghost was trapped forever, all he wanted to do was take her and drive far far away and never look back. But instincts wouldn’t allow such a thing, especially when Jo’s mother arrived.

It didn’t matter if they were made for each other or not because it wasn’t meant to be. The heartbreak in her eyes when she found out it was their dad who got her father killed was enough to sever any kind of bond between them. Biology said one thing but her heart said differently and Dean could feel his entire existence shatter as she walked away from them. He tried to play it off, tried to act tough as if it didn’t bother him and he could be just fine.

And for a while it worked and over time he was even able to move on. His heats were once again under control and he was able to think with a level head, not distracted by the pretty blonde haired hunter. Of course, that shattered the moment Dean had to save her from his possessed brother. Just being close to her ruined any kind of work he had put into repressing his omega side. On the outside, he put on a tough face but inside it was taking all of his willpower not to collapse into her arms.

Much the same way, Jo’s willpower was slowly caving in and just the simple touch of fixing up his wound was satisfying a need she had never truly gotten over. She had been the one to walk away from him and yet the pain of losing her father was overpowered by the pain of losing him. She hadn’t seen the look on Dean’s face when she walked away that day but if it compared to the pain she felt, she could only imagine the anger and resentment that Dean held toward her. That wasn’t something you just get over. But unfortunately, he seemed to be doing just fine.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” He muttered before he was the one to turn his back on her this time.

“No, you won’t.” She didn’t expect him to, he owed her nothing. And yet she couldn’t help the stabbing pain in her heart when once again her omega drove away.

They’d speak or see each other here and there but not long enough for either of them to give into one another. They avoided long visits or lingering touches, too afraid what it may lead to. They both denied themselves each other and as time went on and they grew more distant, it was easier to just say that there was no bond at all.

Then the apocalypse came. And a work of fate brought them back together. The moment their eyes met it was as if they were seeing each other for the first time. “Hey, Jo.” He tried to sound cool but the look on his face gave him away. This was no time to rush into her arms, War was on the loose and they had to do their job. But damn, if hearing her voice didn’t send a thrill through his body.

The reunion was brief but they had each other’s scent again and it wasn’t going to be the same again. Things were just as bad as when they had first met and Dean vowed that if he saw her again, he wasn’t going to let her go. This world could be ending soon and they had very little time left. Why was he denying himself that bond, that connection, that love? He had saved the world over and over and what did he get in return? Nothing. He thought so little of himself and yet even he believed he deserved to have one slice of happiness.

He knew she felt it too. The last night on earth speech clearly had an effect on her, he could feel the tension in her hand as she touched him and feel the heat of her skin burning his flesh in the most delicious of ways. As she leaned in for the kiss, he held his breath, his eyes closing out of instinct. But almost cruelly, she pulled away without even meeting his lips. There was no worse feeling than being rejected at that moment but he tried to hide the pain on his face.

“I don’t want it just because this might be our last night. So if we survive this, come get me afterwards and you can have me forever.” Her words caused his heart to race and a smile to play on his lips. She grinned and planted her soft lips against his stubble cheek before turning to walk away, giving him a view to remember her by in the privacy of his own room tonight.

“Make it later.” She stated weakly as the afterwards she mentioned came and went. She wouldn’t be getting out alive and this truly was their last moment together. Dean was doing rather well holding it together but inside his heart was dust. Guilt weighed heavy on him and all the what if’s played out in his mind. But there was no time. He had to say goodbye and get out of there or she would have to die in vain.

“Alpha.” He whispered against her lips after placing a soft lingering kiss there.

She started crying then, trying hard not to let out the sobs that wished to rack her body. “My Omega.”

Tears slid down his cheeks before quickly kissing her again and standing up before he did something stupid. As he threw her photo into the fire a few hours later, he allowed himself to sob, grieving the loss of his true alpha. He had ended up in the right place that day, a few years ago but he didn’t think it was the right time. And now, there was just no time at all.

#spnfluffbingo #chestervelle #dean x jo #dean winchester #jo harvelle #abo #reylo a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #supernatural #spn #angst #some fluff #pining

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas: Winged World Fanfiction

An Introduction to My World

Having read a few A/B/O stories, the dynamics, and the thoughts behind it, I decided to give it a try, creating my first ever world and writing my own set of rules for it. While most of the regular rules apply, a few things are different, including the caste system inherent in their society.

There is no distinction between race or colour. This is a world ruled by the winged: a land of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas where size matters and the power of one’s secondary biology far outweighs the land of one’s birth. This is not to say that wars are not fought between lands, as this original tale (A Painter’s Embrace) takes place during the time of the Regency when England and the Prince Regent were at war with France and Napoleon, but I digress.

This first chapter is simply to introduce you, kind reader, to the world of my creating and give you a fair understanding of the differences between our world and theirs.

(Please note, that while most ABO fics are based on wolf dynamics and anatomy, this world is not. You will not find references to knotting in this story. Nor do I speak about pups. This is a land ruled by secondary natures of big, bigger, biggest, and crazy instincts, but not of the canine variety. The ruling class takes its tone more from the realm of dragons than wolves, and children are known as hatchlings or fledglings.)

Shall we begin?

Wings Hierarchy/Castes System

Males:

Alpha males are, simply by evolution and biology, the supreme predators and protectors of society. They are the top of the food chain, strong, powerful, and confident, with enhanced olfactory senses (a heightened sense of smell). It is particularly easy for them to scent other people and discern their emotions from that. They can be tall and lean, or short and heavily muscled, but alternatives can occur. An Alpha’s dominance comes not from his appearance, but from the secondary nature, he was born with, an ability to inspire or intimidate via the strength of his Will.

Alphas can be split into two subcategories: an Alpha and a Warlord Alpha. A regular Alpha is a male who outranks all of a lower caste within the room. A Warlord Alpha outranks everyone. He commands and holds the attention of all and none can stand against his Will. Warlord Alphas are a law unto themselves and if pushed too hard will react with violence.

The Will of an Alpha can feel as gentle as a warm blanket, or as heavy as an iron wall depending on whether they are seeking to comfort or they are looking for submission. A smaller Alpha can overthrow a physically powerful male if he has a greater strength of Will.

An easily identifiable trait of this Will is in the size and shape of an Alpha’s wings. Though they can range in a rainbow of colours, the length, depth, and width of one’s wings is, usually, a dead giveaway as to how strong of an Alpha he is. They tend to be big and majestic, very much in keeping with that of an eagle.

Alphas tend to hoard things they find pleasing. Often their hoard consists of items their future mate would approve of, an instinctual knowledge of what to keep to make their chosen one happy. This then sees a room in their home filled with books, or jewels, or clothing, but art can be hoarded, or animals depending on their mate’s preference. Wealth comes naturally with their elevated place in society.

An Alpha’s choice in mate is dependant on scent. While some will chose a female they find pleasing, or one for whom they hold affection, scent is a key factor. Biology again comes into play because it is commonly believed for every Alpha there is an Omega who is, simply put, theirs. The one mate meant for them, and this is determined by scent. Not all Alpha’s find there one and can establish a mate bond with another Omega, Beta, or Alpha if they so choose, but all are affected by the strong pheromones released by an Omega during a heat cycle.

Physically, Alpha males are generally well-endowed and go into Rut - a time of hormonal surge - twice per year. It is not necessary to be in rut to impregnate or bond with their mate, though it does ensure a greater chance of conception when a male’s rut aligns with a female’s heat. The accompanying spike of hormones can result in a three to five-day window of time in which the Alpha refuses to allow their mate to leave their nest, and will become highly aggressive to anyone who infringes on his territory during that time. His need for sexual relief elevates along with his desire to care for and see his mate satisfied.

Should an Alpha be unmated during a rut, he will usually spend his rut away from others working off the excess hormones with intense physical exertion until exhaustion claims him and his rut naturally ends.

Most Alpha’s will, over time, form family units - or weyrs - offering protection and kinship to those they feel strongly about. Though they have, usually, only one mate, it is not uncommon to gather Betas and their mates, or Omegas requiring protection to their weyr.

Warlord Alpha males usually attend a position of power and have a greater voice in society than others, while regular Alphas can be found in most levels of the upper and middle class.

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Beta males are kind and caring. They are the calm souls, the ones with the coolest heads, and often take the position of peacekeeper if they find an Alpha who suits them. A Beta will be ferociously loyal to their Alpha, and an Alpha to their Beta. A connection of kinship forms between them and the bond runs deep. Bonds between Alpha and Beta are built on great respect and trust. There is nothing a Beta would not do for their Alpha.

While usually the calmer of the two, this isn’t to say a Beta is a pushover. They are fierce fighters, exceptional protectors, and look after the entire weyr as if it were their own.

There is no set description for a Beta, though most are only slightly smaller and less powerful physically than their chosen Alpha. Their olfactory sense is less potent than that of an Alpha, finding the scents released to be strong, but not overwhelmingly so. Most Beta’s will chose a mate who is another Beta, or in some cases, an Alpha and do not go through the Rut phase.

A Beta’s wings are generally compact, shorter than an Alphas, more in keeping with a falcon making them fast and maneuverable. Speed is their advantage, a fitting counterpoint to their Alpha’s strength.

While a Beta also can use their secondary biology to get their point across, the act of using one’s Will against another is less potent, feeling more like a strong nudge to do the right thing. Those who are generally more submissive will back down, but there is not the same sort of instant reaction that accompanies an Alpha’s act of Will.

A strong Beta may choose to form their own weyr, but most gravitate toward those run by Alphas or simply form a small family unit with their mate and offspring.

Beta males can be found in all levels of society, whether a position of power, or a shopkeeper, or law enforcement, their calm nature serves them well.

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Omega males are incredibly rare. They are the weakest class of winged male, often thought of as inferior and looked down on because of this. More often than not they are physically lacking in size or stature, with small wings resembling that of a sparrow.

They are defensive and skittish, shunned and mocked by those who see them as inferior, and unless they can find an Alpha willing to offer them protection, they can have rather short lives. Those who do find a place in a weyr are forever grateful and do all they can to assure their Alpha’s happiness.

Omega males do not go through rut and are the least fertile of all the males, a possible reason why there are so few Omega males as the gene is harder to pass on.

Omega males hold a place in the lower levels of society unless elevated by belonging to a strong weyr.

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Landed males are males born without wings and without a secondary biology. They make up a third of the population and landed humans have little say in winged society. The lack of secondary biology makes it impossible for them to stand up against those with it, becoming immediately subservient in nature.

They live in their own communities within the cities, or in small villages beholden to a local Alpha who grants them both work and protection in return for respect and loyalty.

Many landed males work as servants in winged homes, or as farmers on Alpha land. Most end up in menial labour jobs, unsuitable for someone with wings and are considered the lower class.

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Females:

Omega females are considered the equal to an Alpha in society. Though they are by no means physically strong, nor do they have the Will of an Alpha, Omegas are, by their secondary biology, the most sought-after and cherished of all the females.

They are not always meek or timid, bowing to the Will of an Alpha. It is more a case of nurture over nature as those raised by strong parents will often be able to withstand the most insistent Alpha at least for a time. When it comes to protecting their weyr, mate, or offspring, they can be downright feral.

An enhanced sense of smell allows them to discern the actions of others quite clearly unless the scent glands of an individual are masked due to heavy or thick clothing, or covered by another equally noxious scent such as excessive alcohol abuse or the acrid scent of cigar smoke.

They too can smell their chosen mate, often rejecting a suitor they find has an unpleasant aroma. All three castes possess scent glands where the neck and jaw meet beneath the ear, the inside of the wrist, and along the inner thighs.

Physically, Omegas range in size, shape, and colouring. Their wings tend to be of the more compact variety, like those of a hawk or a raven, but some, those who are highly sought after and regarded as great beauties, could have wings as big and powerful as any Alpha. These females are often known as Queens.

Their secondary biology gives them a pleasing aroma though their scent is far sweeter and even more enticing the closer they grow to their heat or fertile time. Heats occur once every month, lasting three to five days, and causes both a spike in temperature and pheromones.

An unmated Omega will suffer from strong urges of a sexual nature and a desire to ‘nest’ - create a place of comfort and security where they can ride out their heat. Unlike Alphas, they cannot spend the first three days beating their body into submission. The spike in their pheromones will draw any unmated Alpha within scenting distance to them, often resulting in an unwanted mating if they are not careful.

Omega females are attended by another Omega or Landed female to see they eat and stay hydrated during their heats. Once a bond is formed with an Alpha or Beta, heats become less intense though no less enjoyable.

Most Omegas will become pregnant if they have sex during a heat, and often if the Alpha and Omega are not yet bonded, the Omega’s heat will trigger an early rut for the Alpha, guaranteeing a strong bond and furthering of the bloodline.

Bonding occurs when the gland beneath the ear is bitten during sex, hard enough to break the skin, and binds two people together for the rest of their natural lives. The bite will scar over, becoming the visible equivalent of a wedding band and proclaiming them mates.

Highly valued and cherished, Omegas are often pampered and spoiled though at one point in the past they were considered little better than chattel to be parcelled out as prizes by unmerciful Alphas.

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Beta females are the equivalent of their male counterpart. Level headed and nurturing, they care deeply for their weyr but can become complete tigers if they feel threatened.

Here again, they can align themselves with an Alpha, often one they are not attracted to physically, to create a strong weyr. Kinship and loyalty are key, and many Beta females find themselves in roles that would test their metal.

They too have a falcon’s style of wings, compact and sleek, making them fast and light.

It isn’t uncommon for a female Beta to join the ranks of Army or Navy, assuaging the desire to fight and protect, while watching the back of their leader. Where a male Beta will step back, try and keep the peace, a female Beta tends to simply forge ahead, take matters into their own hands, and solve the problem, so their Alpha doesn’t need to.

They usually look for a Beta mate, one who respects their chosen Alpha but aren’t averse to taking an Alpha mate if the offer appeals to them.

Unlike Omegas, female Betas aren’t prone to heat cycles but experience a regular monthly cycle, and aren’t affected by the strong pheromones produced by Alphas or Omegas as severely.

Beta females will bond closely with their Alpha’s mate, developing a deep friendship and can often be found playing nursemaid to their offspring for the fun of it.

Those who prefer to stay in the middle ranks of society can be found as shop proprietors, guards, or law enforcement. They make successful business owners, and fierce protectors as their Will is usually stronger than that of their male counterpart.

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Alpha females are the rarest of the females though they do occur. They never develop the strength of a Warlord Alpha, however. Like Omega males, they are considered an oddity and are often shunned, though society does so with more care.

They are quick to anger, strong, fast, with wings to rival any males. They can be big and brutish, or small and slender, and they go through a rut no different than the males making them fertile only twice per year.

Aggressive and quick to fight, Alpha females can often find themselves in trouble with Alpha males, and though they may have a powerful Will, not many can stand against a Warlord Alpha and live.

Some have created their own misfit weyrs, accepting Omega males and Betas who suit them, but it is rare they ever choose a mate and those who do find it difficult to conceive. Most live a life of solitude, constantly moving from place to place.

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Landed females are females born without wings and without a secondary biology. They make up a third of the population and landed humans have little say in winged society. The lack of secondary biology makes it impossible for them to stand up against those with it, becoming immediately subservient in nature.

They live in their own communities within the cities, or in small villages beholden to a local Alpha who grants them both work and protection in return for respect and loyalty.

Many landed females work as servants in winged homes, or in shops within the cities. Most end up in menial labour jobs, unsuitable for someone with wings and are considered the lower class.

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The majority of winged society considers Landed humans to be a minority in need of their protection, though some factions believe those without wings should be subservient and nothing more than slave labour to be used and abused at their pleasure.

#abo dynamics #abo fanfic #wings fic #my abo world and how it works

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Cat Urine Jaundice

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#Cat Pee Smell Out Of Carpet Miraculous Tricks #How Long Do Male Cats Spray

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pileofsketches · 5 years ago

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Hi Writer!

I’m noun on Ao3; thank you for writing for me! To give you an idea of my tastes, I’ve got the standard DNWs below. Anything not mentioned is fair game.

On consent, I’m ok with dubious consent—be it because consent cannot be discussed beforehand, dubcon turning into con, or simply because desire overcomes reasons why person didn’t consent fully in the first place. Otherwise, go wild. I like enthusiastic consent, arousal is arousing.

DNWs: dialogue lifted entirely from canon (callbacks are fine!), first-person writing (unless in epistolary format), character studies (whole fic musing on someone’s canonical actions, no new content/action), hopeless or depressing endings (angst and struggle during the fic = great), coffee shop/minimum wage struggle AUs, noncon, trans headcanons, autism headcanons, asexuality headcanons, prostitution as a positive (background prostitution/mentions of trafficking are a-ok), daddy kink or parental role kink, and sexualized choking.

A/B/O is a trope I absolutely adore—the changes to society! the possessiveness! the various kinks!—but please no male pregnancy/women who can impregnate.

If, in any place, a kink/trope looks to override any specific DNW, the kink/trope wins out. That shouldn’t happen in this exchange, but if it does—kink/trope trumps.

List is organized by fandom, then universal kinks, parings, then paring specific kinks if applicable. There are so many freeform tags, I tried to give a sentence each as to why I like each one, and more if possible. Also, you can assume if I like a specific kink (ie, Breeding Kink -- We Have to Conceive the Chosen One(s)) then I will like it in a general sense (= breeding kink) and it’s a-ok to use it in combo with another prompt.

Assassin’s Creed – All Media Types

I have not played anything after Syndicate, but am familiar with the comics up to Juno’s death and some of the YA novels. Please do not use any of the Odyssey/Origins lore, be it on whatever they’re doing with the Precursor backstory or Assassin motivations or whatever.

A/B/O - Alpha begs to be allowed to knot: I love the desperation and the contrast between perceived authority of the alpha versus the omega actually giving permission.

A/B/O - Animalistic Behavior: Biting, marking, a general retreat to more animalistic instincts. I like A/B/O set-ups where it’s the alpha who gets uncontrollable while the omega, while in heat, retains their wits. I do love nesting omegas!

A/B/O - breeding triads: ‘Successful’/stable relationships involve either one of each, or two alphas and an omega, or two omegas and an alpha.

A/B/O - First time rut Alpha with experienced omega: Self-explanatory.

Alternate Universe - Role Reversal: Fandom specific! Either a) make the Assassins Templars, or b) swap motivations as far as Pieces of Eden.

Bondage and Discipline - Honor Bondage: Give me some of that Assassin control! Does the paranoia and like, actual expertise with restraints and weapons make this the more interesting/more sexual option? How does control get handled when that’s one of someone’s huge ideological pillars?

Breeding Kink - Those are some excellent genes you have there: For any of the past parings, they know they have to have a kid to make Desmond happen. For any of the later ones, is it a pre-Flare attempt to get them a backup plan? Is Abstergo making them do it?

Breeding Kink - We Have to Conceive the Chosen One(s): For any of the past parings, they know they have to have a kid to make Desmond happen. For any of the later ones, is it a pre-Flare attempt to get them a backup plan? Is Abstergo making them do it?

Character From Future Tries To Convince Current Enemy They Will Be Friends/Allies In Future: Desmond going back to the Farm, Desmond going back before his kidnapping, Desmond waking up from any of his Animus experiences with knowledge of the Flare and trying to get to Lucy earlier, Maria going back to the first time she met Altair and trying to help him, Altair waking up in the middle of his missions from either the end of his life or the middle of his successful relationship and trying to mend things with Malik/meet Maria sooner.

Character goes bad to save the world and enjoys it more than expected: I will kill for this in a ToWK setting for Connor. Or, Desmond—the Eye somehow gives him all the power, and he decides to fix everything/break the cycle. I’m also for this with anyone in the Altair/Malik/Maria trio—what does it look like if one of them manages to use the Apple?

Comes Back Wrong: Mostly for Desmond. Everyone is glad he’s ok, but there’s some element of Precursor/just plain done with being manipulated/whatever you want to slap on. Also, for Malik or Maria after their canonical deaths.

Dubcon voyeurism to consensual threesome: self-explanatory.

Lavish Descriptions Of Historical Clothing: specifically 18th century, but I’m flexible.

Loyalty Kink: self-explanatory.

Sex Pollen: self-explanatory.

Soulmates: Characters have each other's names on their wrists: self-explanatory.

Soulmates - they know from a young age that they're soulmates but smth keeps them apart: self-explanatory.

Touch-Starved Character Having Overwhelming Tender Long Foreplay First Time Sex: self-explanatory, but it does scream Connor.

Werewolves - Sex With Werewolf in Wolf Form: self-explanatory.

Desmond Miles/Lucy Stillman (Assassin's Creed)

I like this paring because of what an effective lure Lucy was for Desmond, with the fact that she was 1) attractive 2) saved him and 3) had a relationship with Bill that seemed like perfect bait (and was) for Desmond’s own issues with him. Desmond’s forgiveness of her, Lucy’s tragic death, the parallels that were made in the game between him and Lucy and Maria and Altair—all great.

Malik Al-Sayf/Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad/Maria Thorpe (Assassin's Creed)

My favorite OT3s are the ones where each person has an independently strong relationship with the other two in the trio, and supports each one/gets different things out of each one. I like Maria and Malik moderating Altair and dealing with the complicating feelings he has for each one when he’s been such a lone wolf for most of his life. (I am also a big fan of Tazim being Malik and Maria’s kid)

Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor/Original Female Character(s) (Assassin's Creed)

This ship is entirely a vehicle for kinks/tropes, do whatever you’d like to make the OFC work. My only request is that she not be a colonist who’s Not Like Other Girls, ie, won’t wear stays/a corset and a skirt, or be someone that Connor rescued who now has a crush on him. Also, I would kill for a ToKW setting.

Rebecca Crane/Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles (Assassin's Creed)

Pretty much the same as the Altair/Malik/Maria ship- I like OT3s are the ones where each person has an independently strong relationship with the other two in the trio, and supports each one/gets different things out of each one. I would be as happy for something set pre-Flare where the three of them fall in together because hey, it’s the end of the world, as much for something Syndicate/Black Flag era where Desmond is revived/downloaded from the cloud and they’re very glad to have him back.

Dishonored (Video Games)

Arranged Marriage - Public Consummation

Bondage and Discipline - Honor Bondage

Breeding Kink - We Have to Conceive the Chosen One(s)

Character goes bad to save the world and enjoys it more than expected

First Time - A Patient with B's Clumsy but Enthusiastic Blow Job/Cunnilingus: Would prefer Emily to be the experienced one.

If I Must Solve A Dozen Geopolitical Problems Just To Have Sex With You Then I Will

Lavish Descriptions Of Historical Clothing

Loyalty Kink

Ritual Sex Magic

Soulmates - they know from a young age that they're soulmates but smth keeps them apart

Emily Kaldwin/The Outsider

General monster boyfriend vibes, the idea of the destined lover, the inevitability of fate vs active and individual choice. I prefer Outsider-Outsider, but am ok with a story that splits between divinity and mortal or sets him as the slightly-off human. Please no naivety/woobie human Outsider.

Xeno - Loving oral on Wet Pinecone Dick (Awapuhi Plant gif)

Xeno - sex shouldn't be physically possible but we're not cowards

Be Not Afraid for I have some excellent dick

Consentacles

Kirin Jindosh/Emily Kaldwin

Coup-tested royalty vs clawed his way up from the gutter genius—the class divide is a huge part of why I like this paring. I like Emily pushing and Jindosh resisting—until he doesn’t—and the idea of the public/private divide as far as behavior.

Masked Ball As An Excuse for Inadvisable Sex: This is just the Fugue Feast, so.

Pregnancy - Impregnator Wins the Throne

Soulmates - Characters have each other's names on their wrists: The angst! How does Jindosh handle this, growing up. (How do you even prove it’s real?) How does his struggle to get close enough to Emily influence his choices? Is he even interested in nobility? How does Emily handle her side? Just give me class issues and the concept of fate/avoiding fate.

The Witch (2016)

Please don’t make Thomasin’s age/youth a kink. In the period setting, she’s more or less a full adult, dresses like one, etc. Also, I would prefer a benevolent/semi-benevolent Black Philip in the sense of a viable alternative to the religion Thomasin was raised in, and a humanoid over a goat. The theme of willing and educated consent is particularly important to me in this one- Thomasin makes her choices understanding the cost, and is an enthusiastic participant, or is actively convinced.

Black Philip/Thomasin (The Witch)

Alternate Universe - Formal Matriarchy: How does the witch commune in the forest work? Where do they get their food/supplies? (’noun, that’s too much thought for a horror movie’) How does this turn out in fifty years/sixty? Listen, I just want a functioning magical matriarchy that yells fuck off/fights expansionism.

Breeding Kink - We Have to Conceive the Chosen One(s) Slash anti-Christ, or a bunch of demons, or whatever.

Lavish Descriptions Of Historical Clothing: Particularly corsets, or the sort of clothing that wealthy women would wear in this time period. She was tempted by a pretty dress, among other things.

Pregnancy - pregnant with multiples

Sex with Monsters

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV)

Please keep this in the era the show is set in! I am a-ok with period homophobia, but am not interested in a coming out type story where the focus of the struggle is triumph over adversary- I like Midge’s career being the focus, or little domestic scenes. Maybe something where they’re in a relationship by the time she realizes that Shy’s gay? Is she able to handle herself better because of this? I am also perfectly happy if Midge and Susie remain closeted to friends/family during the story/their relationship seems like how it is in the show to everyone else, and there’s no angst over that.

Miriam "Midge" Maisel/Susie Myerson (Mrs Maisel)

Butch woman is allowed to remain butch for entirety of story

Canon Got Fucked and They Lived Happily Ever After

Character A thinks they're just character B's rebound but they're not

Lavish Descriptions Of Historical Clothing

Make This Fic Super Excited About Bing Set in New York

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theliterateape · 5 years ago

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The High-Maintenance Problem with The Atlantic’s Revisiting "When Harry Met Sally"

By David Himmel

If I had to choose my top five favorite romantic comedies without spending too much time thinking about them, they would be: 1. Annie Hall 2. Grosse Point Blank 3. When Harry Met Sally 4. High Fidelity 5. Better Off Dead

Now, having done that, I realize that I might have a thing for John Cusack. But this isn’t about that. This is about When Harry Met Sally, which was released on July 21, 1989. Being that it’s thirty years old, retrospectives of this adored movie were bound to come out. On July 19, The Atlantic published “The Quiet Cruelty of When Harry Met Sally” by Megan Garber. The subhead reads: “The classic rom-com invented the ‘high-maintenance’ woman. Thirty years later, its reductive diagnosis lives on.”

When Harry Met Sally struck a chord with us then and its affects linger with us now, which Garber did a wonderful job of pointing out in her piece. It is a well-written piece, structurally. But her thematic positioning is off the mark.

Her issue, made clear in the subhead, takes issue with the scene where Harry (Billy Crystal) tells Sally (Meg Ryan) that she is a high-maintenance women. The worst kind, at that. “You’re high-maintenance, but you think you’re low-maintenance,” he tells her.

Garber writes, “[T]he term today does precisely what it did 30 years ago, as backlash brewed against the women’s movement: It serves as an indictment of women who want. It neatly captures the absurdity of a culture that in one breath demands women do everything they can to ‘maintain’ themselves and, in the next, mocks them for making the effort. She wears makeup? High-maintenance. She shops? High-maintenance. She’d prefer the turkey burger? High-maintenance.”

But Harry doesn’t list Sally’s fashion sense or desire to shop or what item on the menu she wants as examples of her high-maintenance behavior. He uses one example of how she is particular with how she wants the item on the menu she’s chosen. Garber quickly over generalizes and assumes intention. She’s not alone. It’s what many have done with the phrase over the last thirty years.

Garber points the blame at Harry when she writes, “It’s so casual. It’s so bluntly efficient. The man, inventing the categories, and the woman, slotted into them. The man exempt; the woman, implicated.”

There’s a difference between being high-maintenance and being difficult. Sally is quite likable. Which is exactly why Harry befriends and falls in love with her.

To give credit to Harry’s glib assessment of Sally as “the worst kind” of high-maintenance creating yet another negative box with which to put women as feminist backlash at the hands of a male director and character is to give it too much credit. If we’re going to talk about Hollywood productions creating tiny boxes for women to exist, we must look directly at Sex and the City. The TV show, the films, as well as the source material and the author of the book and so many of the others penned by Candace Bushnell.

The four women weren’t shallow characters, but we the viewers did everything we could to drain the little depth they did have by posing and answering the question of Which Sex and the City Character Are You? (I’m such a Miranda, by the way.) It’s a terrible thing we do to women, but it’s not just female characters who are boxed in. The men of Sex and the City were stereotyped and shoved into shoddy bivouacs of categorization. Mr. Big, the rich dreamboat; Aidan Shaw, the nice guy who finished last; Jack Berger, the tortured, self-loathing writer; Aleksandr Petrovsky, the aloof foreigner who rejects American customs; Harry Goldenblatt, the safe Jewish lawyer who was too bald for Charlotte to even consider dating at first; Smith Jerrod, the young hunk who was perfect until he no longer needed Samantha to reaffirm his value. As a man living a single life hunting for companionship during the height of Sex and the City’s influence, I had to wade through these male stereotypes constantly. It sucked.

And I’m sure the same kind of wading sucks for women.

Simple, stupid character categories and stereotypes exist all over the place in popular media. How we invite them into our real lives and use them to govern our opinions and decisions is not the responsibility of the writer, actor, or director. It’s ours.

Garber writes, “But high-maintenance is one of a particular subgroup of pop-cultured insults that are applied, most commonly, to women — a category that whiffs of feminist backlash. There’s MILF, popularized by American Pie; and cougar, popularized by the 2001 book Cougar: A Guide for Older Women Dating Younger Men; and cool girl, introduced by Gone Girl; and gold digger, an insult of long standing recently revived by Kanye West. There’s butterface, derived over time from movies and music. There’s Monet (Cher in Clueless: ‘From far away it’s okay, but up close it’s a big ol’ mess’). There’s cankle — whose coinage added one more entry to the ever-expanding list of body parts women might feel insecure about — popularized by the allegedly romantic comedy Shallow Hal. (‘She’s got no ankles,’ Jason Alexander’s character, Mauricio, says. ‘It’s like the calf merged with the foot — cut out the middleman.’)”

Some of these are insults. Cankle is mean. Butterface isn’t all that nice. But calling someone a Monet is less an insult and more a dig at the unfortunate reality that some of us look better from far away thanks, in some part, to makeup. And yes, women and makeup is an issue steeped in sexism. But I could be a Monet, too. Maybe I am. Beauty and taste are in the eyes of the beholder.

My wife and I had a conversation early on in our dating days about women shaving their legs. She was all for letting her hair grow. I said that I had no problem with women who don’t shave their legs or their arm pits or whatever else. But I’m not sexually attracted to hairy legs. That’s just my preference. There are plenty out there who may find someone I consider a Monet to be the most gorgeous face on this planet. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. Different strokes and all that.

High-maintenance doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Owning a boat requires high-maintenance and I love owning a boat. Being a parent to a toddler requires high-maintenance and I love being a parent to a toddler. Flying a plane, driving a race car, being a professional athlete at the top of your game… all things that are high-maintenance. There are those who don’t want to deal with that sort of stuff, and that’s perfectly okay. Driving a Honda Civic while wearing a baseball hat because you didn’t style your hair is pretty low-maintenance. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

As it relates to Sally being high-maintenance, Garber misses the fact that there’s a difference between being high-maintenance and being difficult. Harry, while he does pin the term on Sally as a mark in the negative column, does not say she’s difficult. Because she’s not. She just wants it the way she wants it. She’s never rude to anyone when ordering a meal or whenever she’s being high-maintenance. And because of that, she’s not difficult or mean or snooty. Sally, for the most part, is quite likable. Which is exactly why Harry befriends and falls in love with her.

In the climax of the film, after Harry has stormed into the New Year’s Eve party and confronts Sally, he lists all of the high-maintenance things about her as top reasons he loves her so deeply. If that’s so, how can it be a negative thing? For all that I love about my wife and friends and family, I would never list the things I dislike about them as reasons I love them. Or would I? Perhaps that’s what makes human relationships so complicated. We love or hate the whole package. For good or ill.

Harry is a jerk. Well, it’s his veneer. Harry is a typical male who flairs his feathers and pounds his chest to present himself as an alpha male. When we meet him, his a smug college graduate — a kid. He’s sure of himself and his view of the world and no one can shake his confidence. Because he’s a twenty-something in his sexual prime, he’s going to over simplify the complexity of relationships because that’s what twenty-somethings do when they’re trying to get laid, which is what Harry is trying to do.

Later, after he’s been married and divorced, he’s a broken man. Even after he comes out of his mopey funk, he maintains his guard because he’s been hurt, hurt bad, and doesn’t ever want to feel that pain again. This is the Harry we have when he makes the high-maintenance accusation. Who among us hasn’t been cold and closed off and dumbed down human personality traits to the most simple state when trying to protect our wounded heart and ego? If you answered, “Me! I’ve never done that!” then you’re a liar or have never been hurt bad enough or are too careless with your feelings. But there I go… over-simplifying things and putting in a box.

When Harry Met Sally removed the honesty, the reality to make room for laughs.

Harry is only likeable because of his wit. He grows on us and we forgive his stupid comments because that’s what we do with people. When the good we see in people outweighs the dumb shit that comes out of their mouths, we forgive that dumb shit. We laugh at it. We find it charming. And thank Christ we do otherwise I wouldn’t have a single friend to my name.

But do not mistake that last statement as a defense of Harry. That conversation he and Sally have in their respective beds via split-screen is Harry at his most obnoxious in effort to deflect Sally from noticing his vulnerability. At that point in the film, he may well already be in love with her. Even so, I’m not defending Harry because there’s nothing to defend. It’s a pithy conversation between two friends. Yeah, it occurred in one of cinema’s most beloved films but so what? To take anything anyone says late at night during drowsy conversation over the phone as Rule is silly. Not every line of dialogue should carry equal amounts of weight.

Garber writes at the end of her article, “Movies’ magic can take many forms. Their words can become part of you, as can their flaws. Thirty years after When Harry Met Sally premiered, in this moment that is reassessing what it means for women to desire, it’s hard not to see a little bit of tragedy woven into comedy’s easy comforts.”

She’s spot on there. Tragedy and comedy go hand-in-hand in theatre, be it on the stage or the screen. According to the short documentary How Harry Met Sally, director Rob Reiner and writer Nora Ephron both planned on ending the film with Harry and Sally not pursuing a lasting romantic relationship, choosing to remain friends instead. But they caved to the Hollywood ending because, well, Hollywood. Though they both agreed that ending was far from realistic.

The impetus of the When Harry Met Sally story was based in reality. Reiner wanted to make a film where two people became friends but didn’t screw because it would ruin the friendship. Ephron liked it and signed on. She based the Harry character on Reiner’s experience as a man reentering the dating life following his divorce from Penny Marshall. Crystal, Reiner’s best friend at the time, punched up the screenplay to make Harry funnier. Because before Crystal got hold of him, Harry was an even greater misanthrope. Ephron based Sally’s character on her friends.

Reality, as representative as it is in art today and thirty (forty, fifty, sixty…) years ago, is not what movies are. And certainly not romantic comedies. Annie Hall may be the truest of all romantic comedies. But Annie Hall wasn’t meant to be a romantic comedy. It was originally intended to be a look at the man in a mid-life crisis. The end result is essentially one chapter of that larger idea. Allen even sacrificed some laughs in order to tell a story about human beings, according to a PBS documentary about the writer-director.

When Harry Met Sally is the opposite. It removed the honesty, the reality to make room for laughs. So to take anything from a movie that was positioned to pull laughs from a culture using characters that had been twisted out of real people and real feelings is both oversimplifying and over aggrandizing the point of a romantic comedy. It’s lazy thinking, really. And lazy thinking is the kind of thinking done by low-maintenance kind of people.

#When Harry Met Sally #The Atlantic #Megan Garber #Billy Crystal #Meg Ryan #Nora Ephron #Rob Reiner #Romantic comedies #Hollywood vs Real Life #Hollywood #Annie Hall #Penny Marshall #Sex and the City

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shutupandshipit · 4 years ago

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.13

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 13/20

Previously <- Chapter 12: Parents and questions they shouldn’t ask

Chapter 14: Fighting -> Next

Chapter 13: The Innocence of Children

The crowd hushed as Izuku stepped out onto the ice. He was thirteen, newly healed, hungry to prove himself again.

Everyone knew what had happened to him, how badly he’d been injured. They’d announced it when he’d been warming-up, but even if they hadn’t, they still would have known. He’d gotten letters wondering where he’d been, wishing him well, hoping to see him back on the ice as soon as he was healed. Izuku hadn’t been the one to tell his story, but someone had and they hadn’t spared any of the details.

The alpha, his previous partner, had left the team. Izuku didn’t care, hadn’t cared since the moment he’d woken in the hospital. It had taken him a very long time to start caring about things besides his pain and his inadequacies, but that had never been one of them. The alpha hadn’t even taken the time to come see him in the hospital. He wouldn’t have wanted to see him, to see the look of disgust or pity or whatever else he may have worn, but the gesture may very well have been appreciated…

Or not.

He’d really had no desire to see the other alpha, still didn’t. He knew if he did, he’d try to placate him, to make him feel better for letting Izuku get so badly injured, for acting like anything other than an alpha. And Izuku was bound and determined never to do that again after spending his first year after presenting doing just that.

Standing on center ice and staring out over the shadowed crowd, it felt like a turning point.

He’d spent nearly a year in training. Toshinori Yagi, the figure skater he’d always looked up to the most, had taught him how to deal with the pain he still felt while on the ice. Aizawa Shouta, an amazing skater in his own right that people often overlooked because he wasn’t as flashy, had taught him how to mitigate the strain on his tender joints and minutely adjust his movements to get the most out of his tricks. Kacchan, like always, had silently taught him how to keep going even though he felt like he was falling apart. There had been so many people who helped him to get back on the ice, and to repay them, he wanted desperately to win gold.

He could do it. He knew he could.

But he still doubted. He would always doubt.

When the music started, it was like an electric shock to his system. He started moving on autopilot, his body playing out the movements he’d practiced over and over and over again until they were simply second nature. When pain twinged up his thigh from his knee to his hip, he pretended as if he hadn’t felt it. When he over-rotated and stumbled just the slightest bit, he smiled wider than before. When he came to a stop, chest heaving and mouth tingling with the urge to vomit, he bowed deeply.

The crowd roared their approval, standing in their seats and throwing different items onto the ice as if they were at the Olympics. The show of support brought tears to Izuku’s eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from sinking to the ice as the tears blossomed from him.

Star anise and sugar and cinnamon filled his nose in the next moment, and he lifted his face from his legs to see Katsuki coming out towards him in his glittering crimson costume. His face was impassive, but his scent told another story that Izuku found hard to believe. There was so much pride in his scent yet so much indifference on his face.

‘He’s just the next one up, that’s why he’s come out to get me,’ Izuku told himself as he allowed Katsuki strong hands to grip his arms and pull him to his feet.

He was passed off to Toshinori and Aizawa, pulled into solid, strong, familiar bodies as he was ushered away.

Sitting in the kiss-n-cry waiting for his score, he could feel his mood souring. That old blackness creeping in along the edges of his exuberance. He dug his fingers into his thighs until he drew blood to stave it off.

When they called out his score, he knew he’d won. That was only solidified when Katsuki’s score was called, just a bare point off from his.

Standing on the podium, medal weighing down his neck and flowers sitting in the crook of his arm, the strangely proud scent remained. The scent, the feeling, the lights, he wanted to commit it all to memory.

…..

November Week 3

Things got… well, Izuku was hesitant to label things as good, but they were. Things had gotten good, and for the first time in a long time, he looked forward to getting up every morning. Knowing that Katsuki might have wanted him as much as he’d always wanted the alpha brought a new type of light to the world. Colors seemed brighter. Singing and dancing around his living room became common pastimes. He was more motivated than ever. In the mornings, he started finding himself waking before his alarm ever sounded instead of snoozing it seven or fifteen times. He would rise early, make his bed, savor a cup of the tea Katsuki had gifted him, and then head off to meet the alpha at the rink before practice started. Izuku purposefully didn’t eat breakfast to save room for the food Katsuki inevitably had on hand to share with him.

Over the days, he didn’t even feel the ever present need to take his suppressants though he still continued to. His stash dwindled little by little, and even the panic that rose in his chest every morning at the sight couldn’t ruin his good mood.

The only thing that still seemed to be able to get to him was the fact that they hadn’t managed to complete a lift since starting to properly train together. As he stood at middle ice that morning, watching Katsuki perform his ever evolving and complex warm-up routine, he vowed that the week would not end without making it into the air.

He could do it.

They could do it. They had before, and they could again.

And they would be better than ever before.

Katsuki returned to where Izuku stood, breathing steadily and deeply, his cheeks flushed with exertion. “Ready?”

Izuku didn’t immediately respond, simply staring at Katsuki as he tested the feelings in his chest.

Did he trust his childhood friend? Yes, he always had, and always would.

Did he want to remember the feeling of Katsuki lifting him like when they were younger? Also yes. He’d craved that feeling of flying that Katsuki had given him, so different from the butterflies he always sent swirling through Izuku’s belly. No one else had been able to make Izuku feel like that.

Did he trust him enough to put the safety of his body in his hands again? Something small and nearly non-existent squirmed in his belly, but besides that, a calmness settled over him. He could imagine it. Imagine Katsuki’s hands on his waist or thigh of stomach.

The thing in his belly twisted harder at the thought of the ground below him, how high up he would be, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been at the beginning of training. Nowhere near as bad as after Katsuki had had to catch him when he fell from Todoroki’s grasp.

“I want to try actual lifts again,” he said instead of answering Katsuki’s question.

Some of the color in Katsuki’s face immediately faded. He stared back at Izuku for just as long as Izuku had stared at him before saying, “Okay. During practice when the coaches are here. I’m not lifting you without spotters.”

Disappointment settled over him, but he knew it was a reasonable decision. Katsuki was looking out for his safety, and that was the most he could ever ask for from a partner. He nodded.

…..

Katsuki was frustrated to say the least, and there was no one to blame except for himself. Despite all the days spent together and all the practice and all of the pining, he still hadn’t been able to allow himself to lift Izuku. The feeling only grew in his chest, insidious and scorching, with each botched attempt and the increasingly concerned look on the omega’s face.

It didn’t help that he could feel the eyes of the rest of the team on him as well. Judging him. ‘Oh, how far he’s fallen,’ they silently lamented.

“Okay, that’s it,” Aizawa finally called across the ice, “You’re not going to get anywhere today. Don’t forget to stop by and put your orders in for your costumes. That has to be done today or I’m going to be the one making your costume decisions.” With that, he turned and left Katsuki and Izuku alone on the ice.

The rest of the team followed after him, the shuffling and loud conversations slowly dissipating while Katsuki simply stood there.

Repressing a snarl, Katsuki spun towards the rink opening and curled his hands into tight fists. ‘Coward! You’re such a fucking coward! Just like with everything else!’ he berated himself as he threw himself onto a bench. He needed to get out of there, put space between him and the rink.

Rarely did he ever as desperately need to see his students as in that moment. That happened sometimes. Sometimes it helped just to be reminded of where he had been and where he was in that moment, of how far he’d come and still had to go. Sometimes he needed to be reminded of how figure skating could be enjoyed without an agenda, of the innocence that came from being childishly happy over completing a new jump or just having fun.

He needed that now.

He felt more than saw Izuku slowly sink on to the bench beside him. “Do you want to go to the shop right now?” he asked, voice as tentative as his scent.

“Can’t,” Katsuki snarled, and stopped himself from continuing at the hurt that crept into Izuku’s scent. Sighing, he rubbed at his forehead. In a calmer tone, he said, “I have a class to teach. Just go on ahead. You have the designs anyway.”

There was a beat of silence before Izuku asked, “Can I just come along? I’ve never met your students before.”

Katsuki glanced sideways at him, at the tiny hopeful smile on his lips. “Sure, whatever. Fair warning though, they’re all little bastards.”

Izuku laughed, head tilting back as his smile exploded across his face. “I would expect nothing less from your students.”

They sat close on the train, Izuku pressing into his side anytime an alpha sent him a sidelong glance while he talked animatedly to Katsuki about their costume design. By the time their stop arrived, he was a hair’s breadth from being in Katsuki lap all together. They were plastered side to side, one long line from shoulder to calf. As they stood to push off the crowded train, Katsuki closely shadowed Izuku to act as a barrier for anyone who thought they would get any bright ideas.

Izuku was quiet as they made their way down one block and then another, eyes bright and smile nostalgic as he looked around at the increasingly dilapidated buildings. “This reminds me of the neighborhood we grew up in, a little. I knew you coached kids, but I didn’t know you did it over here. I’m a little surprised.”

“Why?” Katsuki asked, question sharp around the edges, “Because they’re not well-off like the kids who get taught at our rink? You think I think I’m better than them or something?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by Katsuki defensiveness. “No, I’m more surprised that you coach kids at all. I think one of the big reasons you would teach them would be because they don’t have a lot of money.”

That had actually been the biggest reason Katsuki had started coaching. He didn’t particularly like kids, but he enjoyed their enthusiasm for the sport and how much heart they put into everything he was teaching them. The fact that he was providing them with an escape from the trials of their lives that they otherwise might not have had was the most fulfilling part of the job.

“I’m just surprised that you come all the way out here multiple times a week to teach.” Izuku’s eyes crinkled at the corners with the force of his smile. “It’s really admirable and amazing, Kacchan. I’m glad you do this for them.”

Glancing away, Katsuki muttered an embarrassed, “Whatever.”

It was chaos as soon as they stepped into the rink. Katsuki’s flock of students surrounded them along with their parents standing a little further back, all talking at warp speed at the same time.

“Are you really Midoriya Izuku?”

“How long did it take you to get better after you got hurt?”

“Are you going to teach us today?”

"What's your highest score in competition?

“Why did you come with Mr. Bakugou?”

And then one little girl said, “I really like your hair, Mr. Midoriya. Does Mr. Bakugou touch it all the time?”

The chatter quieted down, all attention hyper focussing in on Izuku as he pulled his ponytail over his shoulder. It was a self-conscious gesture, but Katsuki only knew that because he knew Izuku. To the kids, he must have looked self-assured.

“No, he doesn’t unless it gets in his face while we’re skating,” Izuku said with a smile, crouching to see the girl eye to eye. The kids immediately crowded closer, but he seemed unconcerned with that.

“Can I touch your hair?” she asked.

Jealousy spiked through Katsuki’s chest as he watched his student reach out to stroke Izuku’s curls without fear. He directed his eyes towards the ceiling, trying to get the feeling under control. After another moment as the rest of the kids took their turns, Katsuki felt a tug on his sleeve and allowed himself to be pulled down for the newly presented alpha boy to stage whisper in his ear, “You and Mr. Midoriya are a pair, does that mean he's your boyfriend?”

“Yeah! Is he your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?”

“You’re together? That’s so awesome!”

“Are you going to get married and have pups?”

“Really? No way!”

The chatter continued again until Izuku’s voice broke through. “Not yet, no.”

Again, the students quieted until one had the bravery to ask, “But one day?”

Izuku caught Katsuki’s eye as he answered, “I sure hope so.”

Heat exploded in Katsuki’s core. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood to keep the smile off his face. “Alright, you little twerps, get your asses to practice! You’re on my time now! It’s jumps all day today, get going, do your warm-ups!”

“But Mr. Bakugou!” they all cried in unison, a chorus of loud, high pitched voices.

“But nothing! The exhibition is coming up, and I thought you guys wanted to show off what you could do when they opened the ice. Can’t do anything unless you practice.”

“Fine,” they chroused again. As they all spun away, they pulled Izuku along behind them.

When Izuku’s back was finally to him, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Katsuki jumped as a woman spoke at his shoulder.

“So, the blanket worked?”

Spinning, Katsuki looked at the woman who had given him the nesting blanket. He shrugged.

She laughed. “Don’t worry. It worked. Good luck!” She turned and walked back with the rest of the parents to the stands.

…..

Stepping into the recording studio hours after he and Katsuki had returned back to their apartment building, Izuku's greeting died on his tongue as he saw Mirio smiling wolfishly while Katsuki sat across the table from him. "K-Kacchan! What are you doing here?" he stammered as he glared holes into his co-host.

Mirio seemed completely unaffected as Katsuki turned to raise an eyebrow at him. "Doing an interview for a podcast. What are you doing here?"

"I-"

Mirio cut in smoothly. "Deku, my man, come and sit! We're just about to begin. Tamaki was just about to bring in a microphone for Bakugou and Nejire is checking levels before we start! Sit down! Sit down!”

Dropping his bag with Nejire and greeting the others, he rounded the table. He dragged his hand across the back of Katsuki’s chair before taking a seat in his own. He systematically started his pre-recording procedures. Even as he did that though, he shot Mirio a foul look.

“What’s that look for?” Still, Mirio was smiling like a fool.

“You know exactly what this look is for.”

“I really don’t,” but the tone of his voice clearly said he was lying.

“Ah, don’t be like that, Deku. This is going to be great!”

“That’s what you said about the last time you surprised me like this. Asshole.”

Katsuki snorted. “You’re one of the hosts, then. Why the hell didn’t you tell me, nerd?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow in response which spoke more towards his irritation than anything else. "You didn't ask, Kacchan."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow right back at him.

"Whoo! It’s a little hot in here!" Mirio fanned himself with his talking points theatrically. "Man, I love you guys!" He turned to catch Tamaki's eye out the recording booth window. "We almost ready to go?"

Izuku tore his eyes away from Katsuki to glance at the window.

Tamaki, looking downtrodden as always, nodded.

Nejire's voice came over the speaker system. "Alright you three, I'm going to count you down!"

"Awesome!" Mirio responded.

"3… 2… 1…" The red On-Aire sign flicked on.

Immediately by habit, Izuku and Mirio dove headlong into their introduction. When it was all done, Izuku gave Mirio a tight smile knowing exactly what was coming next.

?Now, listen, my many many friends, we've got an extremely special guest with us today! Deku, do you want to introduce him?”

“No,” Izuku replied sweetly, “Why don't you since you seem to have developed a penchant for not briefing me before we record anymore?”

“Don't be like that, Deku!”

Katsuki folded his arms on the edge of the table, leaning into the mic that had been set up in front of him. “Yeah, don’t be like that, Deku. It sounds suspiciously like you're not happy to have me here, nerd.”

Izuku leveled Katsuki with an unimpressed look. “I hate surprises, and Mirio knows that very well. Do you want to tell the class what happened the last time you surprised me?”

Mirio grinned. “Deku, my man, we don't have enough money in the budget to replace another broken window.”

“And yet, it seems you still haven't learned your lesson.” Outside the booth, Izuku could see Nejire absolutely losing her shit laughing while Tamaki simply looked aggrieved. “What do you have on the docket for us today, Mirio?”

“I have a very special Q&A lined up for our very special guest, Bakugou Katsuki. I'm just going to run through his bio here right quick for any of you who may not be in the know, but honestly, if you're listening to this podcast, how could you not already know”' Izuku sat back, and jumped slightly as he felt a foot slip between his calves. “Bakugou is a multiple gold medal winner in the single men's skate throughout the skating world and events. He skates for Yuuei's official team. The only event he hasn't won is in the Olympics for virtue of never being selected. Tell us, Bakugou, are the Olympics your ultimate goal in the end?”

“Of course they fucking are. What do you take me for? An armature?” Katsuki snapped, turning his eyes to Mirio even as he continued to press his leg between Izuku's.

“Absolutely not! So, my next question might be a little touchy, but now that you've paired up with Deku, are you planning on taking on the Olympics as a single or as a pair?” Despite the levity Mirio had begun the podcast with, his expression had lapsed into seriousness.

Silence stretched on as Katsuki continued to stare at Izuku’s co-host, his eyes flickering every few seconds as if he was doing his best not to look away.

“Kacchan?? Izuku started in a whisper.

Katsuki's eyes snapped to him before flicking back to Mirio. “Well, I guess that depends on whether I get picked up for singles or pairs.”

“Interesting answer. So do you plan on continuing pairs then?”

Katsuki's answer came quicker this time. “That’s what I started out skating as. It feels like home skating pairs again.”

“Well, then scrapping my next question, I'll ask this instead. If that's the case, what's kept you away from picking up another partner? I'm sure there are hundreds, even thousands, of skaters who would love to be your partner.”

This time, there was no pause between the question and Katsuki's answer. Izuku was sitting on the edge of his seat basically eating his mic in anticipation. “I've only ever had one partner, and I'm only ever going to have one partner. No one else could keep up with me.”

Surprise spread across Mirio's face, and something in Izuku's chest took flight. He felt like he was miles above the earth, lightheaded and grounded all at the same time.

The silence stretched on, and after a moment, the sign switched off long enough for Nejire to say, "Whoever is purring, could you, like, not? It's cute and all, but terrible for the audio."

Heat flooded Izuku's face as he realized he was the one purring.

Mirio cleared his throat as the sign flicked back on. “So, what took you so long to start skating together again?”

This time when Katsuki answered, he looked straight at Izuku. “It's hard to see a follow get dropped and severely injured. Something like that puts doubt into everyone who's there to witness it. It's harder when the follow is someone important to you. Things like that damage everyone involved, and I'm no exception. I just never wanted to admit it.”

Tears fell in a sudden torrent down Izuku’s face, and he pushed further away from his mic. He pointed to it and motioned from Nejire to cut it as the first sob burbled up in his chest. He did his best to stifle the sound, curling in on himself and pressing both hands over his mouth.

“Well, that's something I've never really thought of!” Despite the fact that Mirio was continuing, he kept sending Izuku concerned glances, half out of his seat as if he wanted to round the table to him. Katsuki mimicked his posture, unsure whether he could leave his mic or not. “Let's continue on with the questions and then maybe we'll play a game!”

The tears went as suddenly as they appeared, and Izuku was back on his mic after a moment. He was the one to press his leg between Katsuki’s this time, hooking his ankle around the alpha’s.

It was only when they were headed back to the rink for their night practice that Izuku said, "You don't have to worry. I trust you more than anyone else. I know you'd never let me drop or get hurt. I trust you."

Katsuki glanced over at him. "I trust you too, Deku."

…..

It happened unexpectedly. So unexpectedly that when Katsuki caught Izuku and set him back on the ice to continue with the routine, they didn’t even stop to think. Only when Izuku turned to him, hands poised on each other for the second lift, did they both seem to go still.

They glided to a slow stop, staring at each other in startled confusion.

The scent of Izuku’s exuberance hit him first, snowmelt on pine trees and strong sweet mint. Then Izuku was throwing himself into Katsuki’s arms, screaming in a way that made Katsuki worry about someone overhearing. They hit the ice, the padding of his training tights the only thing that saved his tailbone, though he was still going to come away from the experience with a bruise.

It was all worth it for the feel of Izuku’s arms around him and the laughter spilling from his mouth and the tears dampening his t-shirt.

Katsuki hugged him back tightly, burying his face in the mass of curls.

“Kacchan, we-”

“Yeah!”

“You-”

“And you-”

“It felt so good,” Izuku sighed, voice lowering as he nuzzled against Katsuki sternum, “I forgot it could feel like that... I missed it. I can still feel my blood racing, but in a good way. Ah, this feeling!” His volume jumped, and again, he was laughing. Helpless, ecstatic laughter that was starting to leak into Katsuki.

He smothered his own laughter against Izuku’s hair. He got it, understood so completely that even if Izuku hadn’t taken the time to explain, he would have understood. His blood was singing -no, screaming- with the accomplishment. It had felt better than anything in the world.

Izuku’s weight bearing down on him from above. The heat of his skin against his palm. Catching him in his arms. The simple yet so, so, so extensive trust that Izuku had given him in the moment, and he’d returned in kind.

Everything together created a wonderfully heady feeling in Katsuki's stomach.

He let Izuku go willing when the omega started to pull back. He didn't go far though, just enough to look into Katsuki's face.

Green eyes sparkling and smile wide as the sun, he was beautiful in a way that physically hurt Katsuki. "Let's do it again!"

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki pushed himself up to sit properly. "You know we shouldn't have done it to begin with. We're alone here without any spotters or even just someone to get help if something happens. It was reckless." Even as he said the words though, he wanted to just say yes and go until they were both too exhausted to walk back home.

Izuku just kept staring at him, blatantly waiting him out.

It didn't take long for him to cave. "Fine, but only one more time. We'll do the rest in the studio tomorrow before coming back to the ice."

"Yes!" Izuku cheered, clambering to his feet before helping Katsuki stand. "We could ask Mr. Toshinori and Mr. Aizawa to come stay late or come to morning practices. We're going to need all the time we can get to practice the lifts. We're already so close to the exhibition!"

Izuku prattled on as they got back into the flow, and Katsuki was only happier when Izuku was in the air above him again.

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